I live in a old piss pot smelly house with 2 other down and out hostel stay mentally ill aged people and a schitzophrenic lives in the other section of the halfway home well because we are all halfway to nowhere. she is crazy and violent and we just never look at each other only when we have to and I like it that ways her ass is so big and no tits and sometimes we have social nite here but we never ask her her medications make her violent.

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I have a problem. I have had many girlfriends in my life, but I only ever passionately fell head-over-heels in love with one. We met 15 years ago, when I was in my late 20s and she was in her early 20s. We were simply perfect for each other, we loved each other, and we would definitely have got married if it wasn't for one major problem. She was already married and had a small child. When her stupid religious parents learnt she was pregnant, they forced her to marry against her will. This was to save face and stop their family being shamed. By doing that, her parents ruined her life, and maybe mine. We were only together for about one year, but what an intense and passionate year for both of us. We were best friends. We made each other laugh. We made love incessantly, it was the best sex I had ever had and to this day it still remains the best I have ever had. I begged her to leave her husband and come to me. I promised her the world. I would have had no problem being a father to her child. Money shouldn't be a problem no matter how rich or poor a couple is, but I was actually quite well off, so money was definitely not a problem. I told her I would do whatever it took to be with her. We could start again in a new city. I could completely change my life. I didn't care, all I wanted was to be with her. Actually, I was a little bit too desperate. Ok, maybe quite a lot too desperate! But I had never felt such passion before. She very nearly did it. We even looked around at houses and child care. We talked about it. But the family and religious pressure was too strong. Her parents (and her husband's parents) found out. They had a "meeting", like an intervention, and threatened her. It shits me that no-one (except me) cared about her happiness, they only cared about "what the neighbours will say" and how they look to their friends. Talk about fucked up priorities (excuse the language). She disappeared. I desperately tried to find her, but she ran away from it all. After we broke up we had no absolutely no contact for a few years, but then somehow it started again. Now we see each other about once or twice a year, but when we do we almost always end up making love passionately. I don't penetrate her, but we do everything but. Maybe that's my way of convincing myself I'm not doing something wrong. It's the best sex I've ever had. There's just something about her. She's not the hot little thing she was 15 years ago, but she's still very attractive and I just don't care what she looks like. She gives me the most intense orgasms I've ever had, and I do the same for her. She literally screams out loud, grabs the sheets and curls her toes when she cums. We joke that we "use each other for sex", but we know it is a joke. I feel this might go on our whole lives, our attraction is so strong. Maybe I'll still be making love to her when we are in our 60s? Who knows. My feelings when I am with her are just as strong as they ever were. Strangely, when I am NOT with her, I don't think about her much, I have a completely separate life to lead. She is still married to this dweeb who got her pregnant all those years ago. Their marriage is totally loveless. Apart from her shitty "husband", who treats her like crap, I'm the only man she's ever slept with. Other guys chase her and she's had a few dabbles, but she says she's already had enough drama and problems in her life, so she doesn't go through with it. She "sleeps" with her husband but she just grins and bears it as her "duty". She hates having sex with him. She says it hurts. They actually sleep in separate beds and are like housemates, not husband and wife. They now have three children. At one stage she thought the middle child could be mine, but it isn't (much as I sometimes wish it was). I know it's very wrong, but we both fantasize about him somehow dying. But that would be taking away the kids' father, and I wouldn't want that. This is not my only problem. There's more. I met another girl, and very very slowly over seven years we have become boyfriend and girlfriend. She thought were were in a relationship from the start, but for me it took a lot longer. But now, today, I think she's lovely. She's wonderful. She does everything you could possibly ask a girlfriend to do. BUT - there's something missing. A spark, a passion. I don't know what it is. But it's missing. This girl ticks all the boxes, but doesn't tick the X-factor box. She hasn't got the je ne sais quoi. But we're really close. We understand each other, she knows everything about me and I know everything about her. We've been through a lot together. We go places as a couple. We ARE a couple. Maybe I am being unfair and way too picky. This girl has done everything right and I was actually not that nice to her at the start, but over time we become very very solid together, and my feelings for her grew. My feelings for her are somewhere half way between those of a boyfriend for his girlfriend, and those of a brother for his sister. I know that sounds creepy, but all I am trying to say is that there is a strong element of platonic friendship and protection there, as well as a healthy dose of sexual attraction. But not the unbridled passion I experienced with the first girl. After seven years, and now that I am in my mid 40s (God that sounds so old), it's definitely time to ask the second girl to marry me. It's overdue in fact. She wants kids, and so do I. I know I'll never be with the first girl. But I'm stuck. I don't know what to do. I still secretly see the first girl once or twice a year. Seeing her while I am boyfriend with the second girl is the act of an asshole, I know that. But seeing her while I am married? Way worse. I SHOULD end it with the first girl and marry the second girl. But I am terrified the passion associate with the first girl will return (or never leave). I don't know what to do. I'm wracked with guilt.

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My husband of four years is a police officer.For a long time he talked to me about wanting to do a threesome. i finally relented and we did it two weeks ago with a friend of his that is single.I enjoyed the extra attention and we seemed to get along well after.We went to a social event for the department and one of the wives told me my husband has been telling all the guys about our threesome and what i wild woman I am in bed with two guys. he denies it but how else could this woman have known it. The friend we brought into our bedroom is not a cop. I feel betrayed now.

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Without my husband knowing Hi, what happened with Wally and his brother Derek, John was working away, I wore a white blouse and red mini skirt, I also chose red bra/panties/suspenders, I think I looked great and I felt great, well I met up with the two of them in a bar called the wheatsheaf well away from our home town,we had a few drinks and chatted some, then Wally said "how about booking a room here" we all agreed but to me it was so, how shall I put it, cold thoughtless, with no feeling's, I think I would have preferred a little bit of finesse, a little bit sort of hesition, it was too much of knowing that it was just s, hope you understand, Anyway we got the room and it was a bit shabby, both Wally and derek took off their clothes as soon as we were inside which left me to undress myself, I didn't care too much about that as I love being undressed, Now Wally is impressively well endowed but derek is huge, there is only one bigger that I have had and that was with Phil, I was soon on the bed and both men 's hand's and mouth's were all over me, my legs were openned wide by I think Wally but it was Derek that rolled over on top of me and entered his huge d* into me, seeing as there was no or should I say foreplay it hurt a little but that hurt soon subsided as his movement's got deeper and longer, and as his pace quicken I soon felt myself climaxing, I remember wrapping my legs around him as I thought he was going to pull out of me right away, By keeping my legs tightly wrapped him I kept him in me, and by using my v* muscles I got him quickly aroused again, this time it as a lot more enjoyable as I was well lubicated now not only with my own juices but with all of Derek's s, This time I haven't a clue how long Derek was s* me, I do know I exploded with a multitude of o's,and I know I was exhausted and breathing very heavy and sweaty and nicely feeling tender all over the inside of my v, Derek withdrew and rolled over onto his back. There was I was I laying on the bed with my legs apart and with derek's s seeping out of me and Wally was getting between my thigh's, Wally's c* slipped in me with incredible ease, but even so his presence there and his movement's were good enough to start my body reponding to his every move, it wasn't to long before I climaxed again followed by some more, my whole body was primed now for s and more s, how many times we had s I don't know,I stopped Derek, he wanted a* s and I'm not into that, there's two holes in my body men can use, I have two breast that I can give them a t roll, and two b***** hand's, why they want to go in my ass I don't know, but all three of us fell asleep for an hour, I awoke first and had a quick shower, and got dressed, Wally and Derek ask me not to go but I felt I had too, my only concern was how do I get home, I had been drinking and I know I was over the limit, I phone my friend Susan and she got a friend of her's to drive her to the pub and Susan drove my car to my house, Susan and her friend left soon after having coffee, Susan made me promise to tell her all the detail's, I don't think I will be with the two of them again, but one doesn't know what in the future, maybe after I give this some thought I may reverse my decision and want to have another time like this, but I'll know not to drink or maybe get a taxi there and back, hope this sound's right. Sally

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