Tag: Wife

I therefore hooked up with a married man yesterday. We were kissing in our underwear in his hotel room while he was away on business when he stopped me and revealed that he was married. He felt it was important to let me know before we continued in case it presented a problem for me.

I basically told him during our talk that his marriage was his business. If he wanted to fuck as much as I did, that was fine in my book.

After we fucked, both of us arrived. He acknowledged that he had told me about his wife in order to convince me to stop having affairs with him after gaining post-nut clarity.

I’m not sure if he’ll try to ignore his remorse or tell his wife. Sincerely, I don’t give a damn. He’s a responsible adult trying to take responsibility for not cheating on me.

I’ve previously been in relationships with married men and married women. While some of their husbands were aware, others were not. To be really honest, I am drawn to the taboo idea of someone cheating on me.

There was a time when I was a bit of a neighborhood legend. One benefit of this is that I never paid for shit. I don’t really know how it happened, I just really fell in love with my neighborhood and got to know everyone to the point that I had my freebie routine down to an art.

Every morning I’d wake up and grab a free coffee from the dude who managed the McDonald’s next door. The woman who owned an illegal daycare next to me liked I didn’t complain about the noise so she always brought me lunch during snack time. My friend owned a bar across the street from me and never, ever charged me for alcohol.

*I never asked for these things btw and I’m 100% sure none of these people wanted to sleep with me. I was just studying for the bar exam and everyone was weirdly supportive and kind.*

My favorite local vendor though? A man I’m going to call Terry.

Terry owned the liquor store on my corner. If he saw me walking from the subway station alone at night, he’d run out and walk me to my apartment. He kept me supplied with wine and always gave me a cigarette if I asked. Read more »

this was back before I really left home, so it’s been a while.

The next-door neighbor was a b*tch who hated me. She was a religious jerk who criticized everything you did. One summer I sunbathed in my backyard in bikinis, not nude. She told my parents I was indecent and a distraction for her son and husband. Which is hilarious, but whatever lmao.

My parents finally got so sick of her complaining that they told me to stop. I was angry and decided to teach the smug girl a lesson. I hit on her husband whenever I saw him, sometimes in front of her. I always said he looked good, how I liked older men, and wore tight clothes and low-cut tops to show it. After a while, he started flirting back.

After helping me carry in a new desk all summer, I finally got him inside. Since it was hot, I offered him water. I sucked his dick, and he fucked me on the kitchen table. He was mine then. For a month, I fucked him every other day. In their shared bed, I fucked him. I repeatedly sucked his soul. I let him cum on my face, down my throat, on my tits, and inside me. For him, I wrecked his sexual relations with his wife. She will never be as good as I am, nor will she ever be as promiscuous. Vengeance was mine! Lmao Read more »

*Before beginning, I would like to thank the kind stranger who gilded the* [*original post*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yslbdv/surviving_no_nut_november_as_enforced_by_my_wife/)*. Here’s hoping that this week lives up to and exceeds the standard of the first week.*

*As before, the primary erotic content of this post are a series of selected entries from a journal I’ve maintained since November 3 of this year as ordered by my wife at the start of this No Nut November she has enforced upon me (consensually). There will be a few updates below, but if you want to get right to the smut, scroll till you see hashtags.*

**A Life Update**

Since beginning this journey, my mental health has greatly improved, this last week in particular. Apologists of self-imposed NNN would likely tell me that this is a result of masturbating less; those critics fail to realize the larger context as provided in the original post, as well as the facts and circumstances of the last week, of which you will all soon become aware. Anyway, I’ve come to several realizations about myself, my relationship with my wife, and our relationship with sex. Without spoiling the content below, suffice it to say I feel like good things are on the horizon. Additionally, I would highly recommend to those who find themselves in a similar situation in their relationship, that they should journal as well, and share that journal with their partner (consensually). I feel it has made a great deal of difference, and as you may read in the entries below, perhaps you will all see it too. Read more »