
Originally Posted by
Yet Another Alias
Yep, I'm an alias. I've cheated many times over a 2 year period.
First, let's get some definitions straight. If you're not married, you're not cheatin'. Period. You can call it a serious relationship or whatever, but if you're not willing to take it to the altar or the judge it's not. Lusting over (not just thinking someone is hot) another is not cheating. Kissing and other touching falls into a gray area, a pretty damn dark gray area but nonetheless anything other than actual penetration somewhere (or a hand job) I wouldn't classify as cheating. If you start calling all those things cheating, from all the flirting, ass grabbing, and extended dirty hugs I've done; hell I've cheated about a million times.
Now onto my story, I had been married about 8 years with two young children. Times were hard, at home, at work, financially and otherwise. My wife was ready to leave me. I was in the process of being sued for right at a million bucks in a case that I had some degree of culpability in. I wasn't getting any at home for various reasons, some of which were valid and others weren't. (IMHO)
I took a new job and was over a whole department of women, two of which were roughly tens years younger than I and very attractive. Flirtatious doesn't begin to describe them. We were all just friendly and flirting to start with, but that progressed to "What kind of panties do you think I'm wearing? Wanna find out?" , some sitting on my lap and grinding around on me, being in one of the records rooms and one of them saying "You know, we could just lock the door and you could bend me over right here, nobody would know." They were such naughty little things, and they started to become all I could think about.
Both of these girls were ready to go, and they made it known in no uncertain terms. I went out on a "camping trip" (or so I told my wife) one weekend and the 3 of us went out. We wound up back at one the girls apartments, the other was married at the time I'm figuring her husband wouldn't have liked me showing up at there house. We all wound up fucking our brains out, half drunk, and high on coke and X. It was fantastic.
We hooked up several more times over the next 2 years, all together and each girl separately. My wife accused me of cheating numerous times, but I denied it. Actually the specific times that she was accusing me of being out with one of them (I'm guessing that the threesome thing was probably beyond her even thinking of), I was actually just out with the guys partying. I was smarter than to be out with them and making it look suspicious in some way.
After a while things started to get back to normal at home, we went to a marriage counselor for a while (I still denied everything), but the bottom line is my wife really decided that she wanted to work things out and once that happened, I decided that things were worth working on.
I guess on some kind of moral level I do reget cheating on my wife, but I really don't ever think about it too much. OTOH, DAMN, I fulfilled some of my lifelong fantasies with those two girls. They were naughty, naughty, naughty.
I'm just glad some busybody didn't take it upon themselves to tell my wife about it. That would've been the last straw, it would have broken our family apart and two innocent children would now be from a divorced home.
We just moved into a newerand bigger house like my wife has always wanted last year, and recently celebrated our eighteenth wedding anniversary.
Uncle Frank, no matter how well meaning you may be. It's Nunnaya Bizeness.
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