Sex the marital way

Last night I got properly fucked. Generally he is not that big on fucking. Loverboy has had he cock in me before. He likes playing a lot more with includes having me suck him off. Regular sex is what he does with his wife. At one point he told me that he didn't consider playing properly cheating. But last night he was begging me to let him fuck me (make love to me). His wife had gone to bed and I was left alone with him in the living room again.

His erection went on forever and he was really me fucking me hard. I was trying to restrain myself from making too much noise. He felt so great it was hard to control myself.

An unexpected end to an evening at the theatre and the post theatre meal. I was expecting to just go home. He was the furthest thing from my mind. I was busy discussing with my friend how fabulous the restaurant was and the show. It was great evening out. Just as we were finishing we decided to share a taxi to Waterloo as we could both easily catch our trains there in plenty of time.

I kissed my friend good night and walked down to the end of platform and passed the time by reading my program. I barely looked up as the train arrived. I boarded the train and was walking down the carriage to a grab a seat by the window. When I heard a familar voice calling my name I turned to see Loverboy sitting with his wife. I accepted the invite to join them.

As agreed I would text message my earlier friend to confirm I caught the train ok. I looked down at my phone and noticed an incomming text message from Loverboy, "Hi gorgeous I am on the train sitting on the last carriage". He had expected to meet me. Both of them were quite tipsy. His wife was even falling asleep as he was making googly eyes at me.

At then came the invite for a night cap. Of course I knew what that would mean. However after not seeing him for a week I gave in.

Clearly not seeing me has had an impact on him too.

When he doesn't leave

I have been reading your blog for awhile now. I am also seeing a married man and have been for 3 years now. He promised to leave his wife after 1 year but that was two years ago and he is now saying he can't leave because his kids are not 'robust' enough. I know he loves me. But it is hard knowing he shares a beautiful home, 2 kids and all the holiday with his wife playing happy families while I am left out in the cold. What should I do?

Dear Stuckpeg,
I do sympathize I really do. My own emotions are waxing and waning. Some days I find myself hoping for more and hoping LOverboy will leave but then I got into my relationship as just a temporary fling so that is unrealistic and I remind myself that.

• Don't pin your hopes on him - remind yourself of his faults including being a lying cheat!!


• Date other men - go to single events, sign up to Dinnerdates.com, internet dating and make youself available - Let him know he is not the only game in town


• Make plans for holidays - Do something outrageous like trying skydiving


• Beware the mind poo - don't think about him when he is not arround


• Don't try to guess his thoughts men who cheat are selfish by nature


• He lies to you and he lies to her so don't fall for his excuses


• Remind yourself that what he tells you about their relationship is not necessarily true


• Be independent and only see him when it suits you


• Be fabulous, sexy beautiful and unobtainable

Be funny, charming and light around him. Do not make demands of any kind and that includes asking him when he will leave his wife. Don't let your life revolve around his. Do as you please and let him to the chasing. Chasing him will make him retreat. By dating and living your own life he may feel you are slipping away and leave his wife. But he will only leave if he is ready to do so. You cannot change this. But by living your own life you will be less hurt and not feel as though your life is on hold. You may also meet some one more deserving of your love and end it of your own accord. He may not be totally happy in his marriage but married life still has a powerful hold on most men. It is usally the wife that starts the divorce process.

Lady Salacity

Grass is green and so is jealously

Loverboy and I have had a few more opportunities than usual and spoken to each other daily as well as seeing each other all but one day. A lot of our time is spent having sex. However we do a fair amount of talking. This week we met for a drink and rode home together in a taxi chatting away. I tell him about my dating progress, the old boyfriend that crawled out the woodwork, my work, what my plans are for the week, what his plans are for the week, things in the news, the weather and anything really.

Everything except his relationship with his wife. I don't ask. In part because I fear the answer. I suspect it is going well and things are good at the moment. All the signs are there. They are planning their vacations for this year. He is talking about his promotion and thinking to the future when they might be able to afford a bigger house.

We have no plans. The closest we have to a plan is date when he thinks his wife will be out. Nothing is certain. I have no plans. I would love a bigger house but I can't afford it on my own. I would love to travel but I hate the idea of travelling on my own. I have plans to out with friends but that is all part of my regular routine. When you are single and live alone you go out for the sake of going out. It is hardly a special occasion.

A special occasion for me was when he carried my bag of garbage down to the street for me. The grass is always greener....

It's complicated...

Hopefully the old boyfriends popping up will make the married man think a bit. It is also making me think..... what if? wouldn't it be nice if? what would my life be like if?

One of these boyfriends is worth at least £20 million and he appears interested in me.

My old flame from 15 years ago and I are now chatting on a regular basis. His marriage ended in divorce and he appears to be interested in me. However, he may be just being friendly except he is way too friendly. From his photos his looks have gone seriously downhill. But he is a millionaire. He is also charming, intelligent, moral, conservative and shares several interests with myself.

He doesn't doesn't consider me a gold digger as he and I dated before he had money. I was madly in love with him but he left me for a girl who eventually caused him a lot of hurt and embarassment.

I am still dateless in 2008. Events keep getting in the way. I now have a two week disruption where I am working different hours outside London.

The flu bug hit and I was confined to my bed. I am still seeing the married man. We are getting together for short trysts and having plenty of pervy chats. But that is not progress.

I'd be lying if I said his being filthy rich didn't capture my imagination. Will just have to wait and see what develops. One thing is certain no amount of money will have me rushing up the isle without LOVE!

Old boyfriends never die

Today I had two old boyfriends contact me after over 20 years. One is now "happily married" with 4 kids, big house, cottage and all the mod-cons. The other is still single and kicking back as a self made millionaire playboy on a tax free tropical island.

I feel as though my life hasn't changed. Nothing big has happened. I have changed jobs several times and moved up the ladder quite a bit. But there is nothing dramatic about 2.4% pay raises each year and a slightly fancier title. Ok I also own a house now. But it is small and in still in need of work. I have a cat now. I am still single. Still looking ultimately for the great love of my life. Still hoping for a better tomorrow.

Both these guys I dumped after a few years for various reasons. I am still very certain that given the circumstances at the time I did the right thing.

But I feel like such a loser all the same.

Moment of jealously

Chatted with Loverboy all day using messenger. The conversation was quite mundane and not as horny as our usual banter. I was trying not to feel insecure. When I asked him what he did last night he said he and his wife shared a bottle of wine and discussed where to go on holiday. Venice, Rome, Tuscany, Prauge and a whole list of romantic destinations were rambled off. Every year they have about 3-4 holidays a year. I haven't been on proper holiday since my last relationship ended 7 years ago.

It all sounded so wonderful and a perfect way to spend an evening. How could I feel anything except jealously?

If only I could find a decent single guy and end this madness. I went onto Match.com to check my inbox and see is I can spot more guys to send out some winks to. Desperation is kicking in.

Reminder that divorce can be murder

I was watching the Any Fisher story. It was a quiet night in and there was bugger all else on TV. My Loverboy is no 'Buttafucco' and I am certainly not an 'Amy' but there were a few striking similarities.

Buttafucco (B) was being romantinc saying 'I love you' and paying Amy (A) all sorts of compliments while having no intention of leaving his wife.

If what I saw was true and actually did happen and not over fictionalised or skewed then it's interesting to analyse what the dynamics were.

B paged A whenever he had time and he was in the mood for 'sex'. Loverboy lets me know when he thinks there will be 'opportunities' and we plan around his availability. It is a loose arrangement because we never now how the opportunities will pan out. If his wife is going out with her friends for an evening we will pencil it in. But until the day comes and she actually leaves the house it could always be called off. Not to mention he needs to be back home and washed (removing any smells) before she gets home. This is a typical scenario.

B told A he loved and acted very romantically at times. I get this too. It is tough because I could let myself fall so easily in love. Sometimes I think I would love to have him to myself but I keep reminding myself that he can afford to let himself go and forget about her when he is with me and get carried away. I can't because when he gets up to go home to her it will hurt. If I remember his faults and that he is a lying cheating rat then I am more than happy to send him home with his dirty socks while I retire to my bath for long lingering soak in post orgasmic bliss.

Ok Amy was no innocent and I suppose she thought having an older married man after her was an ego boost. That much is true for me too.

But it isn't just Amy that turned to murder. Adultery has been one of the biggest reasons of domestic violence including murder and suicides. These two may seem like buffoons but the newspapers are full of stories of more sensible seeming people who went off the rails.

Last night Loverboy was saying how much he wanted to see to me and to caress me, running my fingers through my hair, smelling my perfume and to be able to spend the night with me and fall asleep with me in my arms... etc. etc. I reminded myself that these are cliches of typical romantic fantasies that everyone has and saying them makes the moment (and the sex) sweeter.

This is giving him a 'fix' nothing more. I am getting my fix too.

He wanted to take a chance and sneak off to my place without knowing how long his wife would be out for. I decided it wasn't worth the risk and made excuses.

Of course I got 'but I just want to see you and to hold your head in my arms'. I stuck to my firm no and we gave it a miss.

I read that there are three 'brains' the emotional brain, the thinking brain and the physical brain.

Ive added a new rule never go with your emotional brain.

Emotion?

I love it when a plan comes together. As soon as I arrived home I tidied up and ran the vacuum around. The scented candles were lit and I drew myself a nice hot bath adding some bathing salts. I love lying in the bath surrounded by my lotions and potions watching the steam rise up against the flickering candles. A glass of wine in the bath is marvelous.

I had a nice pampering session giving myself a facial, manicure, pedicure and skin treatment. The coconut and vanilla body lotion felt wonderful as it glided all over my body. I massaged it in slowly taking care around my pussy which was shaved completely as it tingled. Afterwwards I put on one of his favourite outfits and mine. I don't know what is about lingerie but I am addicted to dressing up for sex.

I went to bed to read from some of the books I purchased earlier. I let myself drift off to sleep a bit with the candles in the bedroom still lit. When I heard the key in the lock I laid still for him to come to me.

The sight that greeted him was met with approval. He told me how much he wanted to fall asleep with me in his arms. The sex was amazing. But what amazed me even more was how emotional and loving towards me he seemed. It would have been so nice to let myself go and fall in love. However firmly planted in my mind was that "He is a married man who will be going to home to his wife and their beautiful home. He is a liar, a cheater and a coward. Given the chance he would be just as disloyal to me. He is a dog. No matter what happens I deserve better."

I tried not to let him penatrate my heart and just focussed on our mutual pleasure. His image of being a good husband is nothing more than a sham.