Plunging in

[wanting more]

Since you obviously enjoy bjs so much as you said before, why not buy one of those life like dildos and suck on that for a while. That will let you enjoy what you like doing without Doing it to your BHs boss or random nice strangers.

1st problem solved.

 

Then tell your BH what you've done, and blame it on your diagnosed problem that you keep using as your excuse.

2nd problem solved.

 

I'll leave your thread now.

[all_fluttery]

Are you really serious???

 

I consider myself a nice person. And lots of people are nice to me. I normally just say "thank you". Not "let me give you a blowjob".

 

Well so do I, normally. Even if they have been extra nice. It is that random timing of the other times that gives it the extra spice.

[all_fluttery]

Since you obviously enjoy bjs so much as you said before, why not buy one of those life like dildos and suck on that for a while. That will let you enjoy what you like doing without Doing it to your BHs boss or random nice strangers.

1st problem solved.

 

Then tell your BH what you've done, and blame it on your diagnosed problem that you keep using as your excuse.

2nd problem solved.

 

I'll leave your thread now.

 

Sorry wanting more, but those dildos are like decaf coffee, close but not the real thing. Something is missing, like the rest of that nice manly body. (Or short and potbellied body, as the case may be.)

 

Your second point has a lot to say for it. Including, if I may be so bold as to suggest it, a wee little bit of truth. I'll have to work on this.

[wanting more]

Well so do I, normally. Even if they have been extra nice. It is that random timing of the other times that gives it the extra spice.

 

And this response should be proof this is not a real issue. You should just join a website for nice people who want bjs. Your post should get you lots of responses.

[all_fluttery]

So, do you plan on telling your husband what happened? Continue seeing his boss? What's next for you?

 

These are the million dollar question, aren't they? Putting aside all the nervous wise-cracking and smart ass remarks I have made, all I really can say right now is that I'll have to get back to you on this.

 

Seriously, part of me wants to let it all spill out and beg forgiveness. Part of me wants to go to bed and wake up to find out it is all just a bad dream. Part of me wants things to be a fairyland where it continues and no one gets hurt.

 

All wisecracks aside, normally I am pretty good at making up my mind. Not this time, not about this.

[ChasingCars]

I skimmed this thread and skimmed the replies but I HAVE TO SAY..

 

I have met a group of people from another state, construction workers,and I swear they do act like this all the time.

Like, one guy's girlfriend was at home with his roommate while the roommate was ill and to make him feel better she gave him a BJ.

They talk about it like it is normal....you would have to hear it to believe it.

This story reminds me of that.

[all_fluttery]

And this response should be proof this is not a real issue. You should just join a website for nice people who want bjs. Your post should get you lots of responses.

 

Seriously, is there one? I sure wouldn't minding checking that out if there is.

 

Oh sorry I forgot to put in that response *this is a joke*. My bad.

 

My response to having a blindfold put on while the firing squad lines up. Stupid I know, but as long as I try and make jokes about it, it keeps the seriousness from eating me alive.

[all_fluttery]

I skimmed this thread and skimmed the replies but I HAVE TO SAY..

 

I have met a group of people from another state, construction workers,and I swear they do act like this all the time.

Like, one guy's girlfriend was at home with his roommate while the roommate was ill and to make him feel better she gave him a BJ.

They talk about it like it is normal....you would have to hear it to believe it.

This story reminds me of that.

 

My father and my brother both worked construction. Maybe some of them rubbed off on me. I never really have been a girly girl. Always more of a tomboy.

[thecharade]

I really believe you aren't thinking clearly because you are in the high of it all. If this is found out, the fallout and damage will be extreme. You will hate yourself if/when you see what this just-for-fun fling would do to so many.

 

There's an issue here. Obviously. Which is it:

 

You've always been a cheater, a needy type?

 

Or you are getting older and needed someone to find you attractive and make you feel young again?

 

Or you are very lonely and need more love and companionship?

 

Maybe it is all three.

No insults, but this is a big issue, namely because you are being quite cavalier about something that could cost you so much. It concerns me that you aren't feeling more fear or worry. Please work on WHY you have done this so that you can address the problem and stop. People have needs or weaknesses and often screw up in their attempts to get those needs met.

 

Good luck to you.

[all_fluttery]

I really believe you aren't thinking clearly because you are in the high of it all. If this is found out, the fallout and damage will be extreme. You will hate yourself if/when you see what this just-for-fun fling would do to so many.

 

There's an issue here. Obviously. Which is it:

 

You've always been a cheater, a needy type?

 

Or you are getting older and needed someone to find you attractive and make you feel young again?

 

Or you are very lonely and need more love and companionship?

 

Maybe it is all three.

No insults, but this is a big issue, namely because you are being quite cavalier about something that could cost you so much. It concerns me that you aren't feeling more fear or worry. Please work on WHY you have done this so that you can address the problem and stop. People have needs or weaknesses and often screw up in their attempts to get those needs met.

 

Good luck to you.

 

It could be all three.

 

Yes it is a big issue. But everyone faces fear in different ways. Some are bold enough to face it head on. Some run away from it. Some deny or ignore what they fear. Some express nervous humor.

 

It is not being cavalier, I am worried and the only way I know how to deal with most fear is by trying to be wise-ass about it. Maybe I am not doing too good a job at it, obviously I should keep my day job. But trying to find something humorous is my mechanism. The more afraid I am, the raunchier the humor, I am afraid.

 

If it makes you feel any better, I am trying to work on it, but some times I get side tracked. (sorry)

[Archanaart]

I say f**k you, 'less I'm with' ya

If I take you out of the picture

I know real guys won't miss ya

No lie, no lie

No lie, no lie

[skywriter]

True. Very true. I realize all that I have done here is very unfortunate for my husband. On the other hand there are ways my husband could be nicer and my attention might be re-directed ...

 

Then again, maybe I am just a self-centered, selfish bitch. If so, I don't think I am in all that bad of company. LOL.

 

I'm not sure how to respond to such a reply as yours. My first thought is to reply with , we all have choices, as to who we are and how we choose to treat others, on a discussion forum, in our daily lives, in relationships.

 

We're intitled to make a bad choice, mistakes , what have you,but it takes a strong, responsible person, to acknowledge their bad choice ,& humble themselves to it.

Best of luck to you.

Edited October 16, 2013 by skywriter

[waterwoman]

THe air-conditioning unit in the office has just been fixed after a week. It's such a relief. Hang on while I go and say thanks to the nice man who fixed it for us......

[all_fluttery]

I'm not sure how to respond to such a reply as yours. My first thought is to reply with , we all have choices, as to who we are and how we choose to treat others, on a discussion forum, in our daily lives, in relationships.

 

We're intitled to make a bad choice, mistakes , what have you,but it takes a strong, responsible person, to acknowledge their bad choice ,& humble themselves to it.

Best of luck to you.

 

I appreciate what you have said here and I thank you for it. But I think I have only dug myself in deeper, as I will explain in a bit.

[all_fluttery]

THe air-conditioning unit in the office has just been fixed after a week. It's such a relief. Hang on while I go and say thanks to the nice man who fixed it for us......

 

Lol. I needed a laugh right now.

[all_fluttery]

Okay. I have just added several punches onto my express ticket to hell.

 

My husband called last night and it looks like it will be another week before he is home. I did not sleep well last night. (I don't ever sleep real well when he is gone, but this was worse.)

 

I went into work and things were really slow. I found I did not want to be there and so I talked about it with my boss and it was agreed I would only stay till noon. First bad thing is I almost immediately went to the backroom where there is a phone and did what I swore inside I would not do. I called my husband's boss and let him now about getting off work early. We arranged to meet.

 

Bad so far, I know. But it gets worse. Really, really worse.

 

At this point, I was looking forward to getting out of there and the minutes were really dragging. A little before eleven, several people came in. One of them I recognized.

 

The wife of my husband's boss. She has been in the store before and I have avoided waiting on her. I could have this time as well, but I didn't. I am ashamed now, but at the time it felt so wicked walking up to where she was looking at some end of summer clearance items and telling her that she probably could get the items even cheaper than they were marked at. We discussed several things and in passing I mentioned that my husband was going to be out of town another week.

 

She said, "Oh yes, isn't it terrible? I hardly see (my husband's boss) anymore. He is just so busy."

 

Oh hell, how could I have done that!

 

He has told me that he has not been with his wife since before we started.

 

I had just called her husband to arrange to be with him. No, I am not going to sugar coat it. I had just called her husband in order to **** him. I was counting the minutes until we could get together while telling his wife about some other things we had on sale. Inside I am gloating (there is no other word for it) about how I was going to be ****ing him in just a little bit and that she has not been with him for quite some time. How all it took was one brief call and it was all arranged and no matter what she did, he was not going to **** her.

 

I feel dirty. I am so terrible.

 

The way it went was that when we are going to meet most times, I drive to this public parking garage near the local college. I wait for him and as soon as he shows, I jump out and into his car.

 

Where we go is a place that he takes care of for some older relatives of his wife who snowbird. (Geez, I can't believe how calmly I am writing all of this.) They spend a lot of time in Florida and he looks after it while they are gone.

 

I get in. He had gotten some fast food and we mostly ate it on the way there. We barely get inside and we are tearing our clothes off and frantic to do it. It was good.

 

Damn, I am ashamed at how good it felt.

 

We lazed around for a while, nude. I kidded him about being back late. He said he was due some comp hours for going in and working on both Saturday and Sunday. I found myself asking and he admitted it was as much to avoid his wife as it was to actually get anything done.

 

We did it a second time. (A first for us.) The second time was even better. It was less frantic and went on for much longer.

 

Then we dressed, got back to my car and I came home. I drove home feeling good. I was actually cheerful and felt about the best I have in weeks.

 

Then I walked inside my home and while waiting for my kids to get home from school, it hit me.

 

What a ****ing slut I am. I was gloating about his wife not getting any from her husband, I all but got off on knowing that all I had to do was make a quick phone call.

 

What a miserable excuse for a person I am. I had swore to myself that I was not going to call him, and I did.

 

I could have avoided waiting on his wife, but I didn't. I felt one hell of a thrill talking to her knowing that I was about go and **** her husband. That I could not wait to get out of the store and be with him in order to **** him.

 

Oh ****. I am lower than dog****. I am totally worthless. There is no hope for me.

[whichwayisup]

Okay. I have just added several punches onto my express ticket to hell.

 

My husband called last night and it looks like it will be another week before he is home. I did not sleep well last night. (I don't ever sleep real well when he is gone, but this was worse.)

 

I went into work and things were really slow. I found I did not want to be there and so I talked about it with my boss and it was agreed I would only stay till noon. First bad thing is I almost immediately went to the backroom where there is a phone and did what I swore inside I would not do. I called my husband's boss and let him now about getting off work early. We arranged to meet.

 

Bad so far, I know. But it gets worse. Really, really worse.

 

At this point, I was looking forward to getting out of there and the minutes were really dragging. A little before eleven, several people came in. One of them I recognized.

 

The wife of my husband's boss. She has been in the store before and I have avoided waiting on her. I could have this time as well, but I didn't. I am ashamed now, but at the time it felt so wicked walking up to where she was looking at some end of summer clearance items and telling her that she probably could get the items even cheaper than they were marked at. We discussed several things and in passing I mentioned that my husband was going to be out of town another week.

 

She said, "Oh yes, isn't it terrible? I hardly see (my husband's boss) anymore. He is just so busy."

 

Oh hell, how could I have done that!

 

He has told me that he has not been with his wife since before we started.

 

I had just called her husband to arrange to be with him. No, I am not going to sugar coat it. I had just called her husband in order to **** him. I was counting the minutes until we could get together while telling his wife about some other things we had on sale. Inside I am gloating (there is no other word for it) about how I was going to be ****ing him in just a little bit and that she has not been with him for quite some time. How all it took was one brief call and it was all arranged and no matter what she did, he was not going to **** her.

 

I feel dirty. I am so terrible.

 

The way it went was that when we are going to meet most times, I drive to this public parking garage near the local college. I wait for him and as soon as he shows, I jump out and into his car.

 

Where we go is a place that he takes care of for some older relatives of his wife who snowbird. (Geez, I can't believe how calmly I am writing all of this.) They spend a lot of time in Florida and he looks after it while they are gone.

 

I get in. He had gotten some fast food and we mostly ate it on the way there. We barely get inside and we are tearing our clothes off and frantic to do it. It was good.

 

Damn, I am ashamed at how good it felt.

 

We lazed around for a while, nude. I kidded him about being back late. He said he was due some comp hours for going in and working on both Saturday and Sunday. I found myself asking and he admitted it was as much to avoid his wife as it was to actually get anything done.

 

We did it a second time. (A first for us.) The second time was even better. It was less frantic and went on for much longer.

 

Then we dressed, got back to my car and I came home. I drove home feeling good. I was actually cheerful and felt about the best I have in weeks.

 

Then I walked inside my home and while waiting for my kids to get home from school, it hit me.

 

What a ****ing slut I am. I was gloating about his wife not getting any from her husband, I all but got off on knowing that all I had to do was make a quick phone call.

 

What a miserable excuse for a person I am. I had swore to myself that I was not going to call him, and I did.

 

I could have avoided waiting on his wife, but I didn't. I felt one hell of a thrill talking to her knowing that I was about go and **** her husband. That I could not wait to get out of the store and be with him in order to **** him.

 

Oh ****. I am lower than dog****. I am totally worthless. There is no hope for me.

 

Not sure what you're looking for? Anyway I'm not going to beat up on you, you seem to be doing a good enough job on that yourself.

 

Look, I suggest you seek counseling asap and figure this out, otherwise your whole world is going to blow up in pieces, you'll be alone and devastated and wish you hadn't continued lusting after your H's boss.

[2sure]

Not being able to control impulses like improper responses is a common symptom ADHD, so maybe that's what OP has. Whatever she is "certified" to have is probably something sociopathic. Both can also lie a lot, and not know why.

 

It's nice your husband supports you.

So, when the shyte hits the fan, He will accept that you don't care, because you can't.

 

My X got some paperwork too. Didn't help him much.

[velvette]

I think it is.

 

Nothing like writing for a live audience:laugh:

[LilGirlandOW]

Yes, this is a "dear penthouse" type troll, probably some fat bald dude as described in the story masterbating to their own descriptions/fantasies of being able to use and abuse some poor peasant slut.

 

I guess all that's let to say is.... Cool story bro