Hello! I want to share with you something that I think will never happen to me, and I often scolded the people who do these things, but alas, I also got on the list. The story I will share with you has sentimental value and is also a great love charm. My husband and I have been together for 15 years, we have two wonderful daughters. One at ten, the other at two. From my previous marriage I also have a daughter who is now an adult. Little by little, our feelings for each other began to fade, there was love and respect, but I was missing something. Often in the evening when I went to bed I closed my eyes and felt a male figure enter under the blanket and make me the happiest woman, I felt the touch of his lips, tell him, but his image was blurred. These fantasies of mine managed to transport me to the land of dreams and to be truly wanted. I was tormented, I wanted to find out who this image is and in 2019 I understood. For Christmas, the company decided to organize a date. I was on the scales whether to go or not, it was cold outside and honestly I had no desire to move anywhere. even my husband came and began to persuade me to go. He made me wear the sexiest dress I've ever had, and loosely or not, he let me into the hands of the devil. The devil was my colleague.
At first harmless dancing, a few cigarettes outside and we ended the evening in his car. But it got there gradually and now I will introduce you to the topic. He is ten years younger than me, very nice, intelligent and with a great sense of humor. So far I hadn't noticed how handsome he was and how much sex he exuded. The first dance was harmless, we laughed, hugged like friends and that's it. Then I went out to smoke and I felt that someone was moving behind me, I could feel his perfume, the perfume I could feel while the stranger was making me his own. It seemed in my head that everything was directed, I was afraid of the outcome. He approached me, looked at me carefully and touched my face with his hand ...
- Do you have anything? - he said.
"I don't like you tonight, what's going on?" Am I bothering you? "No, of course you don't bother me, I just have a lot of worries at home and there's something I can't explain to you, and I don't want you to know!" - What is? Are you sure it doesn't matter? "It's not important to you, but it's important to me, I think I'll keep it to myself!" I tried to leave, but he took my hand. "Just tell me what's going on, don't make me guess!" I'm not good at this! - What to say? That for two years in my fantasy there has been a man I keep thinking about, he comes to me every night and enters under my covers. And do you know which is the strangest? This man has the same perfume as yours! Then he froze. He pulled his cigarette nervously two more times, looked at me, and threw it away. I felt like a fool, after all he is a man, he hardly cares about such sentiments. For a moment I was furious with myself. Who is he to admit such things to him, only a colleague ... I entered the restaurant, he had moved his chair next to me. I tried to be hard-hearted, but I couldn't. I sat down next to him, he started asking me questions that I didn't know how to answer. I felt myself relax in front of him again. In general, I don't like alcohol, but I ordered one because I felt I was going to explode. He invited me to the dance again, I could already feel his hugs, his hands, the way he touched me, this time not as a friend, and as a man. The scent of his perfume drove me crazy. I wanted to suck his lips into his and kiss him all night. I wanted to be his. After the dance I went out to smoke again, the blood had risen in my head, he followed me again. Without much words he approached me and kissed me, I responded to his every kiss. His lips were so delicious, I couldn't get away from his hugs, and I didn't want to.
He suggested we leave. All I could think about was that he wanted us to go somewhere and have sex, that the only thing he wanted from me was that, but alas, I was wrong. I took my bag and followed him. We held hands without caring who would see me. We laughed out loud in the street, he hugged me, he kissed me. We walked for a long time, maybe two hours. We talked about a thousand things. About 1 o'clock we went back to the restaurant we were in, he had come in the car, offered to take me, and I agreed without much thought. He drove home until he turned away. I asked him, "Where are we going?" - You will find out! After about 30 minutes of travel we found ourselves in a very beautiful wooded area, everywhere there were many trees that dropped branches almost to the ground.
He turned off the car and asked me if I didn't mind us staying. I agreed to be everywhere, just to be with him. He turned to me and hugged me, I felt his hands go down to my back and unbutton my dress. He began to kiss my neck gently, then my shoulders. I was aroused by the touch of his chin, slightly puffy and very sexy. I buried my fingers in his hair and moaned slightly as he kissed my chest. Then he slowly lowered his hands and I felt how aroused I was, I wanted it in me. I gathered courage and unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt, caressed his chest, he was so strong and beautiful, I could feel every relief on his body, my hands quickly went down to his pants. I unbuckled his belt and felt how big and aroused he was through his clothes. She took it out and began to caress it gently. It was huge, thick and long, the dream of every woman. He signaled to me that he wanted to try it, without thinking much I bent down and started kissing him, I felt his pulse, the vibration of every nerve in his body, his steady breath, from time to time he let out a slight moan that drove me crazy. I could feel it wanting to end, but he wanted us to slow down. We moved to the back seat, he lowered it and the back became like a bedroom, good thing there was a big car ... Seconds later my dress was on the ground.
That night I realized what it was like to be a real woman, burning, wanting and burning. It was my most wonderful night, I wanted it all the time, even my fantasies were not enough of what I experienced. His kisses drove me crazy, touched him. I was his classes. Then I put on his shirt and we continued talking. We came home in the light. I was shaking with pleasure, this time I knew who the stranger was. I started a relationship with him. We usually saw each other in the morning or at noon for two o'clock. However, things started to escalate when he started looking for me all the time, texting me late at night and calling me while my husband was home. I asked him several times to stop, but he didn't want to hear. I felt hopeless and told him that I would confess to my husband and end everything. Out of rage, he became humble and began to persuade me not to do this to him, asking me to meet and clarify things. I wanted to deny him, but I couldn't. I was already crazy about him. I neglected myself, just because of him, I made a bunch of compromises for his well-being. We saw each other this time too, he said he was depressed and couldn't stop thinking about me. He managed to explain his problem on his own and explained to me that he was torn between me and his wife and that whatever decision he made would be painful for both parties. He told me that he knew that even if he broke up with his wife, I would not be with him, and if he stayed with his wife he would be unhappy because I was not with him. I saw suffering in his eyes, but what could I do? To spit 15 years of my life and take a path I didn't know where it led? Would he love me as if I were with him all the time? I am so confused... he said he was depressed and couldn't stop thinking about me. He managed to explain his problem on his own and explained to me that he was torn between me and his wife and that whatever decision he made would be painful for both parties. He told me that he knew that even if he broke up with his wife, I would not be with him, and if he stayed with his wife he would be unhappy because I was not with him. I saw suffering in his eyes, but what could I do? To spit 15 years of my life and take a path I didn't know where it led?
Would he love me as if I were with him all the time? I am so confused... he said he was depressed and couldn't stop thinking about me. He managed to explain his problem on his own and explained to me that he was torn between me and his wife and that whatever decision he made would be painful for both parties. He told me that he knew that even if he broke up with his wife, I would not be with him, and if he stayed with his wife he would be unhappy because I was not with him. I saw suffering in his eyes, but what could I do? To spit 15 years of my life and take a path I didn't know where it led?
Would he love me as if I were with him all the time? I am so confused... and if he stays with his wife, he will be unhappy because I am not with him. I saw suffering in his eyes, but what could I do? To spit 15 years of my life and take a path I didn't know where it led? Would he love me as if I were with him all the time? I am so confused... and if he stays with his wife, he will be unhappy because I am not with him. I saw suffering in his eyes, but what could I do? To spit 15 years of my life and take a path I didn't know where it led?
Would he love me as if I were with him all the time? I am so confused...
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Chikiboyka, does the thin dick shine while you write the fiction? : D Fuck the people, bro. Get go whore that you're funny. Garo
You are a light woman who has no respect for family
There is a separate section for fictional stories and graphomaniacal manifestations.
You are already wrong, and you ask if you want to keep your marriage - ask your husband and what he says. And be sure to show him the story to read it a few times ... Hahaha ....
I am very interested in what complexes visit this site? If something good happens to a woman, it must be a chikiboet who imagines herself to be a woman. People, we live in a colorful world where everything is possible and allowed, and the way the story is written for miles shows that this is a woman. Which "chikiboets" will use such means of expression? Different people, different ideals!
I don't know if your story is true, but considering that I felt it personally with my ex-husband's story, I accept that it is! You've had a marriage when you talk about another daughter. You had the chance to have a new person and family in your life. Apparently he is a man with whom you felt the same desire, otherwise why start a family! Apparently, married women go through a second puberty! I'm not stuck, I usually accept the reasons for actions, I don't judge! I just wonder how you create problems voluntarily, because the story leaves the feeling that you have harmony and you lack passion. And you met her! And with a colleague! How do you get out of such a mess? Did you think? Will he love you? Love has nothing to do with passion! Do not you know? Well, let me tell you ... My relationship with my husband started exactly like that ... Passion burning. I was in another relationship that I broke up. 5g, we couldn't take our hands off each other! With everyday life, passion diminished, but love remained. After 25 years, however, whether he was old or in love, he was attacked. In three months he crossed everything out :) Now, two years after the incident, when we hear about the child ... I hear a tired and unhappy man! And I wish him to be happy, as well as myself!
I see that most commentators have sensed what we are talking about. However, here is the previous story of the pishman writer, plus my comment: "Shared story of Love and Infidelity Desire, reason and more ... 1 month, 20 days ago, read 363 times Hello! I never believed that I will write on such a site, but now it's my turn. Exactly two years ago on this date something happened in my life that came, with a magic wand changed many things and left. I am from Varna and I am a teacher I have a marriage behind me, and two children from this marriage, I found a new person next to me and now I am married again, as every year, this year, on December 21, 2017, we had a Christmas and New Year banquet, there were many songs and dances. my classmate invited me to a dance, then another, another, and so on all night, he didn't just hug me like a colleague, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, our faces close in millimeters. We laughed, we talked, I felt like I started to hug him like something more than a colleague. My hands gripped the back of his neck and I stroked his hair gently. He dared and reached out to kiss me, I pulled away, I was still a married woman and thank God I don't drink alcohol because we would do something compromising in front of our colleagues. He invited me out for a cigarette, I was very cold, but he hugged me and managed to keep me warm. This time I did not pull away as he approached to kiss me, on the contrary, I returned every kiss. I didn't think at all that we were outside, that someone might see us, and so on. I was so happy, but I sobered up in seconds. I imagined what would happen at home if someone found out about me and him. I also thought about Vlado (that's what my physical colleague says). He is also recently married and also has two children, and he is 26, I am 40. I asked him to stop, but he continued even more insistently, I had to push him so I could go inside. He did not give up, he invited me to the dance again, I refused him, I wanted to leave. I got out of the restaurant and got in the car, and he followed me, put his hands on the hood and said that if I wanted to pass I had to run over him first. I gasped to scare and pull, but he didn't move his arms. I didn't want to do fairs in front of the people who lived in the block, and it was too late and it was quiet everywhere.
I opened the door for him to enter. I explained to him all the things I was thinking about in the bar and while we were smoking. I told him that this was absurd between us, firstly because we worked together, secondly that we were both married and thirdly that we both had two children. He reached for me to hug me. He asked me if I liked him, and I replied that he was nice, but I had never looked at him with such interest. And since we have been working together, we have exchanged 4 sentences. He asked me to give in for a moment and let him kiss me. I was silent, he accepted the silence for agreement and bowed his head to me. He kissed me so passionately, never had a man kissed me like that, his hands moving all over my butt. Every touch made me shiver, I couldn't stand the desire for him. He asked me to return to the restaurant, promising not to tease me again. I agreed and went with him, he really kept his promise and didn't touch me until the end of the dinner. He sat down at the table he had been sitting at before. It was already quite late, most of them left, I, he and three other colleagues stayed.
They suggested we continue at a bar. We left, but everything was busy. We tried in another bar, where we managed to find places. It was a lot of fun, we danced, we laughed, we talked, it was an amazing evening. One by one, the colleagues began to leave. It was 4 without 20 when Vlado and I were left alone. There I kissed him first, I could not resist the temptation. He asked me how free I was and invited me to his parents' apartment because his wife and his two children were in his, and I would never go to sleep in his wife's bedroom. At first I pulled away, but then I agreed to go with him. We had two hours available. I had forgotten what it was like to be gentle. He predisposed me so well, he never stopped kissing and touching me, I gave myself to him both physically and spiritually. He was amazing, even while we were kissing at the bar I imagined him naked, I felt that we were going to burn, and that he was very good at it. I was right, I liked everything about him, I had gone wild with pleasure.
We slept for about an hour and he woke me up to leave. He took me to us and went home. I came home too, I thought it would stay in our memories tonight, no. He called me again during the winter holidays. He wanted to wish me happy holidays. He invited me to have coffee, and I agreed because I knew it was right to cut it and not think about it anymore. Nothing like the meeting turned out in his favor, we had sex again, this time in the car on a remote meadow outside the city. I wanted to stay with him at least once a night, but there was no time. After the meetings we went for 2-3 hours in the apartment of his mother and father. I had just given up that I would ever be able to hug him and fall asleep in his arms when luckily they both sent us to training. Only me and him, in different rooms, he with his, I with my car. We checked into the hotel and almost immediately he moved in with me. We knew we had three days in which we would be together. We were in Kyustendil, no one knew us, we walked freely holding hands, we didn't worry about where he would kiss me and whether anyone would see us.
We spent the happiest three days of our lives. After 9 o'clock we were in reality again, me at home and he at them. Only Viber connected us. We thought about each other all the time, but we didn't dare send each other more than one line to show that we were thinking about each other. At school, I didn't dare go to his gym, and he didn't dare go up to my office. Sometimes we didn't see each other for weeks, or if we met in the hallway, we just smiled and greeted each other. We also went out last night, but this time another man invited me to a dance. Vladimir went crazy, started drinking like crazy and made such a scene of jealousy in front of everyone. He started pulling me and took me to the taxi he had called. We went to his mother's apartment again, where I thought he would calm down and I could talk to him. On the contrary, he became even more aggressive, hit me. Last night he showed his real face, I realized that he was not the man I had fallen in love with, but I could not give him up. At 5:30 he finally let me go. I was so divided, but reason prevailed and I decided to end this absurd relationship. I wrote him a message asking him to stop looking for me, otherwise, he would force me to look for a new job. When he read it, he called me immediately, apologizing to me, but I was adamant. For now, I think he understood me, but no one knows what will happen.
And where is the reason here, I did not understand? I have experienced something similar with the difference that the time interval is quite different. The author found herself in the hands of her lover after a cigarette and two exchanged sentences, it took me 18 months of conversations and convictions. The other difference is that my ex-lover and I are the same age, I couldn't go ten years younger, I just don't think it suits me. Now that I look back, I'm ashamed of myself. Yes, the experience itself can be worthwhile and bring a smile to my face every time I remember it, but I am by no means proud. And forgive me all those who cheat the word "reason" and the word "infidelity" cannot appear in the same sentence. And to all believers that if a woman goes to cheat there is no stopping, I mean, that there are always exceptions and I am one of them. Yes, there is emotion and excitement and passion, but personally I would not repeat it, I took what I needed to get there.