That Moment In Time
seawa
Nevada
The definition of what is actually cheating can be debated forever. For me I will say that when I got a hand job from a woman that wasn't my wife, that was cheating. I look at it this way: if another man did the equivalent to my wife, would I think she was cheating? Hell yes.
I was at a club in VIP. It was my first time with a great looking blonde. 5'7" athletic build and great fake D cups. She gave a great lap dance and let me touch and suck all over. Now, isn't my sucking her tits and touching her all over cheating too? According to my previous statement, yes, but like I said, that's a whole other article.
When I say it happened really fast, I meant it. At some point she dropped to her knees and did the normal head in your crotch routine. Within seconds she just opened up my pants and pulled out my dick. I was shocked and I think she noticed. My mind was racing. Is this really happening? How far is she going to go? Is she just teasing me for more money? And then finally, am I about to cheat on my wife? She asked if I could control myself and let her know in time when I was going to cum. I said yes.
That was the moment for me. At that point I made the decision that I was going to cheat on my wife. She gave me an awesome hand job that I'm sure I will never forget. Now, I definitely feel bad about it and I know this is rationalization, but it got me really turned on to be with my wife. That's my excuse I suppose. I shouldn't have done it, but I did. In that moment I could have declined but even if I declined that night, I probably would have accepted in the future.
That was my first ITC experience and I know I will have the opportunity for more. The question is, what will that moment be like for a BJ or FS? Where is my line drawn? Do I have a line?
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I had taken on a three month project with a 29 year old woman as my partner and she was a 5'8" slim Scandanavian blonde who had recently divorced. We were together at least 6 hours per day and after several weeks we knew we were enjoying each other's company and our joking started to take on a sexual overtone. I was fed up at home and looked forward to time at work. In frustration I left home and rented a small apartment. Within a week I was at my workmates apartment, sharing drinks, when she asked if I'd like to snort is line of coke with her. I'd done my share of drugs in the 60's, but never cocaine. Well, I loved it and she turned me on like no other ever had and I quickly learned that sex while high on coke with the prettiest woman I'd ever been with was incomparable. She loved sex and I started staying at her place. The first night I slept all night with her I awoke at 3:00 am with her sucking my dick. She let me cum in her mouth and swallowed every drop. She had a new sports car and she'd let me drive when we went out together. In a restaurant, every man would turn and look at her as we walked to a table. This was living!
I made an appointment with a college friend who was now a divorce attorney. He and I talked freely about my "good fortune" and he reviewed my assets, income and earning potential. He noted two young children, a stay at home wife, lack of family assets and clearly told me that if I divorced I would need a second job nights and weekends in order to afford a studio apartment and a 10 year old beater. This reality slap led me into marriage counseling and to long discussions with my wife. She made a greater effort to be a better sex partner but she and I knew it wouldn't last. One night she told me that she wanted us to stay married and if she couldn't fulfill my "needs" she'd look the other way so long as I didn't rub her nose in it.
As I started traveling for work I started seeing escorts and after many years of blow jobs and sex from professionals who were mostly strangers I realized that having a mistress or sugar baby would be much better than I'd been experiencing.
The whole question of "cheating" never really entered my mind. It was selfish on my part and continues to be selfish in that I've focused on my needs and wants rather than on "our" or her needs and wants, but she has no interest or desire to have a sex life. I've questioned whether this is just a rationalization on my part, and to some extent I suppose it is, but it's my reality.
As I said, my time with girls at the club really does get me more excited for my wife. I think it reminds me of what is possible sexually. Being married, I think we stray from those initial exciting sexual adventures. This happens for a number of reasons; routine, children, work, physical changes etc. Meeting with a girl in the club on a purely sexual basis is refreshing. Now, I know a woman would never agree with this, but it is how I honestly feel.
My guilty feelings are subsiding. I know that it is wrong, but I also know that I am not going to stop going to the club. So far I have done everything but intercourse with a dancer, I won't know how I react to that opportunity until it arises.
In my opinion, now that you've gotten a taste of how good it can be, you won't be able to stop unless she finds a way to be the sexual partner that she should be. Sure you could stop clubbing for a while, but the ice queen will eventually push you back to strippers. Once I figured out how this cycle worked, I just ignored the guilt and kept clubbing cause I knew she would drive me back there again.
But that he has done it, and done it responsibly and ethically, shows in his character.
SJG
https://sites.google.com/site/sjgportal/
"What she doesnt know cant hurt her" will rip everything to shreds when she does know. and one day she will.