Author: aqualounger

[M]y infidelity diaries: Shiela, the [f]irst year

*This is part of* [an ongoing series](https://www.reddit.com/user/aqualounger/comments/xrqbc3/my_infidelity_diaries_links_to_all_posts/)*. About me: Tall, dark hair, skinny in my youth but less so these days, with a cock on the small side of average. Oh, and for better or worse, I am a serial cheater. These are my stories — all of them real in every way, except for the names. I’m not sure what I hope to gain from writing all this down; maybe it will be cathartic for me, and hopefully it will be hot for you. Anyway, here’s what happened.*

Sheila and I met on a bitterly cold January night, during a particularly dark and snowy winter. I had been invited to my friend’s gig, and when I arrived she was standing near the stage. I don’t remember what she was wearing, but I remember her long, curly, dirty blond hair, and the casual tilt of her hip.

I was hooked immediately.

I saw she was nearly finished her beer, so I quickly bought a round and brought them over to her to introduce myself. We hit it off immediately. It was one of those kismet moments — we realized that we had many friends in common, and we both wondered aloud how it could be possible that we’d never met. I was finding this fact more and more tragic with each passing second, because by this point I had been married for just over three years. Read more »

[M]y infidelity diaries: The seductive power o[f] words, from A to Zara

*This is part of* [an ongoing series](https://www.reddit.com/user/aqualounger/comments/xrqbc3/my_infidelity_diaries_links_to_all_posts/)*. About me: Tall, dark hair, skinny in my youth but less so these days, with a cock on the small side of average. Oh, and for better or worse, I am a serial cheater. These are my stories — all of them real in every way, except for the names. I’m not sure what I hope to gain from writing all this down; maybe it will be cathartic for me, and hopefully it will be hot for you. Anyway, here’s what happened.*

I’ve been travelling a lot for work lately. It has its ups and downs, but the combination of time away from home and access to a hotel room is a great recipe for sexy shenanigans.

I made great use of a hotel room on one recent trip, but this story is a bit different. Well, it starts the same: I posted in an r4r community for a city I was being sent to for work. Among the usual replies from scammers, came a message I wasn’t expecting: “Unfortunately not in Gondor, but hit me up if you’re ever in Rohan” (city names changed, duh-doy). The next day, I was at the airport, and I messaged her again. She replied. And so began my online (so far) affair with Zara. Read more »

[M]y infidelity diaries: Carrie [f]ulfills a prophecy

*This is part of* [an ongoing series](https://www.reddit.com/user/aqualounger/comments/xrqbc3/my_infidelity_diaries_links_to_all_posts/)*. About me: Tall, dark hair, skinny in my youth but less so these days, with a cock on the small side of average. Oh, and for better or worse, I am a serial cheater. These are my stories — all of them real in every way, except for the names. I’m not sure what I hope to gain from writing all this down; maybe it will be cathartic for me, and hopefully it will be hot for you. Anyway, here’s what happened.*
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[My] infidelity diaries: [F]inding my way back to Sabina

*This is part of an ongoing series. About me: Tall, dark hair, skinny in my youth but less so these days, with a cock on the small side of average. Oh, and for better or worse, I am a serial cheater. These are my stories — all of them real in every way, except for the names. I’m not sure what I hope to gain from writing all this down; maybe it will be cathartic for me, and hopefully it will be hot for you. Anyway, here’s what happened.*
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[Shields up: This one has a long buildup. I’m not telling you where the sexy stuff starts. Feel free to abandon ship if you just want to read about fucking.]

I met Sabina when I was still in university. She was a few years older than me, and an absolute knockout. Dirty blond hair, big eyes, amazing and curvy body, and tits that looked like they wanted to burst out of her sweaters. She was Czech, and spoke with a thick, sexy accent. And she was married — but as a means of staying in the country. Read more »

[M]y infidelity diaries: Robin, the [f]inale

*This is part 2, and picks up a shortly after* [*part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m0yzg0/my_infidelity_diaries_robin_makes_an_offer/)*. It’s the last of my encounters with Robin, though by no means the final tale I have to tell. About me: Tall, dark hair, skinny in my youth but less so these days, with a cock on the small side of average. Oh, and for better or worse, I am a serial cheater. These are my stories — all of them real in every way, except for the names. I’m not sure what I hope to gain from writing all this down; maybe it will be cathartic for me, and hopefully it will be hot for you. Anyway, here’s what happened.*

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“You can play with my titties any time you want.”

Robin’s [words](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m0yzg0/my_infidelity_diaries_robin_makes_an_offer/) twitched and frothed in my mind. This was messy, and could only get messier; not only was she my roommate *and* my ex-girlfriend, but I was now dating Anne — and I knew she was uneasy about me living with my ex in the first place. But Robin’s allure was impossible to ignore. So I did what any young and morally bankrupt idealist would do: I waited for a sign. Read more »

[M]y infidelity diaries: Robin makes an o[f]fer

*This is part 1, and though it was not my first indiscretion, it’s as good a place as any to start. About me: Tall, dark hair, skinny in my youth but less so these days, with a cock on the small side of average. Oh, and for better or worse, I am a serial cheater. These are my stories — all of them real in every way, except for the names. I’m not sure what I hope to gain from writing all this down; maybe it will be cathartic for me, and hopefully it will be hot for you. Anyway, here’s what happened.*

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Robin moved in with me during my third year of university. We had dated a year prior, but I ended things (after cheating on her with my roommate at the time, but that’s another story), and after a period of non-contact, we became friends. By that time, though, I had started dating Anne. Read more »