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[NotTheGuyYouKill]

Day 17 complete.

 

[BLOODED_hands]

Trigger warning confessor, that's great to hear! Keep it up and don't let things get you down buddy!!

Second confession.... Get help dude. What NTGYK said is correct, they are there to listen to your problems and help you get past them. Do not be afraid of receiving help. Everybody needs help from somebody, everybody.

PTSD confessor is awesome! Nice to hear that you are doing better now and that you found a lovely wife that can also relate to you! I also salute you buddy!

 

[IronRinn]

On another note, Nolan is a much, much better director than Hitchcock. Most modern Hollywood directors are. It's hard not to be. Not because Hitchcock was bad but because the status quo has been so raised. Maybe Hitchcock was more bold for his time, or a better pioneer (still debatable), but he certainly isn't a better director.

This is the most appalling thing I've read in this thread.

 

[Jackben]

This is the most appalling thing I've read in this thread.

NeoGAF has a known problem with idolizing Nolan.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

A Cockeyed Cuckold Confession.

I have been with my GF for close to 4 years. Our sex live is okay I would say, I have a much higher libido and sex drive than she does and often find myself masturbating 3 times a day and trying to get off with her.

This confession deals with an element that's sort of crept into our relationship about a year ago. I learnt she was seduced and slept with an much older supervisor of hers, that happened to be black. She comes from a ethnic background where being with anyone outside of her ethnicity is sort frowned upon and a black guy being particular taboo.
Hearing about her escapades with her supervisor who was almost twice her age and how he fucked her in all sorts of places really turned me on and I would press her for more information and details.

At first she was willing and could be coaxed into giving me more information. We both got off on this and it started becoming a more regular fixture in our sex lives. I was consumed about my GF being with this black guy and I wanted to know all the details. Was he bigger than me? How did he fuck her? Did she orgasm when she was with him?

It started evolving where I would get her to call me her ex-lovers name during sex. At the same time my porn habits started changing where I would find myself watching interracial porn. Not soon after I found out about cuckolding and since a lot of it was interracial started watching that exclusively. As this became a more pervasive element of our sex life she would get upset and not always want to revisit that relationship and want to make love strictly to me. We both are liberal and consider ourselves the furthest thing from racists yet I would ask her to constantly say the N word during sex.

All I can think of and cum from is when she calls me her black lovers name. The odd thing is I am really polar opposite of a traditional cuckold, where I am fit, in shape, hung and do not get off on humiliating aspects of the sub-culture. Yet all I want her to do if revisit that relationship with this guy and I dream of him fucking her in front of me while I watch. She understandably doesn't want to do this but I keep trying to encourage her to do this sine it turns me on so much.

I feel it's having a negative influence on our relationship. What should I do?

Stop doing it, she's very uncomfortable with it.

I'm not touching anything else in this Confession.

 

[SliceSabre]

A Cockeyed Cuckold Confession.



Stop doing it, she's very uncomfortable with it.

I'm not touching anything else in this Confession.

So he's down with being cucked while his girlfriend, being the one who betrayed him in the first place, isn't down for it anymore?

Dafuq!? I can only assume she didn't have much of a fun time with the other dude.

 

[NeOak]

A Cockeyed Cuckold Confession.



Stop doing it, she's very uncomfortable with it.

I'm not touching anything else in this Confession.

She's with you, and by pressuring her to do this you're slowly pushing her away.

If she really wanted to bang the supervisor, she would. Instead, she only did this to satisfy you, but you're becoming obsessed with it. Again, you're the guy she is with, and asking her to think and feel like she is with another guy seems to be uncomfortable to her.

It is one thing to ask her this stuff once in a while, another is to ask her every time.

FYI, this kind of behavior may be appealing to you due to the sense of having a girl that is desirable to others but she chose you for more meaningful things. This makes you feel above others since you "have" something that they desire.

Also, she wants to feel wanted by you. She doesn't feel that when you ask her to cuck you. That's your penis wanting her for the thrill.

So he's down with being cucked while his girlfriend, being the one who betrayed him in the first place, isn't down for it anymore?

Dafuq!? I can only assume she didn't have much of a fun time with the other dude.

It isn't stated as such. He learned of this a year ago, but he didn't say she cheated on him, which leads to that her relationship with her supervisor was before she dated the confessor.

 

[Hylian7]

So he's down with being cucked while his girlfriend, being the one who betrayed him in the first place, isn't down for it anymore?

Dafuq!? I can only assume she didn't have much of a fun time with the other dude.

I read the confession again, but I think his implication was that she slept with the guy before their relationship started, not cheated on him. I didn't see any details saying she cheated.

 

[Retsudo]

A Cockeyed Cuckold Confession.



Stop doing it, she's very uncomfortable with it.

I'm not touching anything else in this Confession.

This reads like one of those porn videos, where one dude wants his wife to be fucked in front of him by some random guy.

Furthermore Confessor, you seem to be pushing her really hard to do something she clearly doesn't want. You have to respect her wishes, or shit will explode and you will be left alone. Take a break on that front, maybe she will one day be more inclined to that.

 

[SliceSabre]

She's with you, and by pressuring her to do this you're slowly pushing her away.

If she really wanted to bang the supervisor, she would. Instead, she only did this to satisfy you, but you're becoming obsessed with it. Again, you're the guy she is with, and asking her to think and feel like she is with another guy seems to be uncomfortable to her.

It is one thing to ask her this stuff once in a while, another is to ask her every time.

FYI, this kind of behavior may be appealing to you due to the sense of having a girl that is desirable to others but she chose you for more meaningful things. This makes you feel above others since you "have" something that they desire.

Also, she wants to feel wanted by you. She doesn't feel that when you ask her to cuck you. That's your penis wanting her for the thrill.


It isn't stated as such. He learned of this a year ago, but he didn't say she cheated on him, which leads to that her relationship with her supervisor was before she dated the confessor.

I read the confession again, but I think his implication was that she slept with the guy before their relationship started, not cheated on him. I didn't see any details saying she cheated.

I have been with my GF for close to 4 years

This confession deals with an element that's sort of crept into our relationship about a year ago.

This is why I came to the conclusion she cheated.

 

[Jackben]

It started evolving where I would get her to call me her ex-lovers name during sex.

What

I would ask her to constantly say the N word during sex.

the

All I can think of and cum from is when she calls me her black lovers name.

fuck

She probably feels uncomfortable because the next next step here is for Cuckfessor to start asking if he can suck this dude off.

 

[TangerineCloud]

This is why I came to the conclusion she cheated.

It sounds to me like he learned of her sexual encounter with the supervisor a year ago, but it happened before they were dating.

 

[John Kowalski]

you can't master cuckoldry, cuckoldry masters you

 

[NeOak]

This is why I came to the conclusion she cheated.

No.

It sounds to me like he learned of her sexual encounter with the supervisor a year ago, but it happened before they were dating.

.

 

[SmackAttack]

Okay, first off: Talking to a therapist is not necessarily going to send you to a madhouse. They aren't madhouses. A therapist's job is to help you feel better, help you talk through your problems and find solutions so that you don't suffer how you do now. It's the same thing at psychiatric hospitals. I urge you to get help. Your problems are not insurmountable no matter how it may seem.

I feel like this Confessor could learn something from the one right below them:

I just want everyone that reads this to know that if you have demons that bother you, never be afraid of them. Facing them is a necessary thing to start a road to recovery, and there are always those that are willing to help if you just look for them. And sometimes, those that will help come into your life through other means. Either way, they are there. Just never give up hope.

No one should be okay with dying alone. A therapist is there to help you and I'm sure you can make new friends, maybe even in the most unlikely situation. Please have a brighter outlook on life.

 

[Rollo Tomasi]

I would love to hear a well-reasoned argument against incest when it's consensual, both parties are happy, no procreation is involved, and no one is being cheated on. An argument besides "ew, gross!" I mean. But that's probably a topic for another thread.

Are you the confessor? LOL

 

[viciouskillersquirrel]

Dude might be politically liberal, but he definitely has internalised racism out the wazoo. In spite of an overriding philosophy that puts everyone on an equal footing, he nevertheless views black people in a category that is "other", "inferior" or otherwise "undesirable", otherwise why would he get off on her having being with a black guy specifically and having her use a racial slur during intimate moments (not to mention all the interracial cuckold porn)?

Cuckfessor is getting off on the same old myths about black and white masculinity that keep klansmen up at night in cold sweats. It isn't right and his girlfriend is rightly uncomfortable indulging his behaviour.

On a related note, a few years back my wife and I headed down to the beach with some friends, a couple who were down there with one of their parents. We ended up spending too long clothes shopping and at dinner so it was getting late, so the wife of the couple offered to let us spend the night at the place her parents had rented as it had a spare bed.

When we get there we're greeted by her mother, who seems a little put out about us staying unexpectedly. That's understandable, we say, just put us anywhere - that double bed tucked away in the corner will do.

No no, she says to me, you'll be much more comfortable over there on the other side of the room. I look at her quizzically, pointing out that it's a single bed that is currently occupied by her son. Yes, she says, she insists.

Well, I think, the woman has like five daughters and she is rather conservative, so maybe she doesn't want a married couple to share a bed in front of them. It's a bit weird since there's no way we'd ever even consider doing the wild thing in front of a bunch of underaged girls, and we were a married couple but I get it. She shuffles her kids around so that two of the girls are sharing the double bed and my wife and I are off by ourselves on opposite ends of the room. Thinking no more of it, I go off to sleep.

In the morning everyone is up and getting ready for the day and after a long wait, I finally got to have a shower. After I was done, I decided I wasn't getting changed back into my manky shirt from yesterday and that I'd wear one of the new shirts I'd purchased the day prior. I put a towel around my waist and head over to our bags to fetch one.

I get no further than a metre out the door when our friend's mother stops me with a horrified look on her face.

She asks me where I'm going and I say that I was just fetching a shirt from our bags. She responds by saying that she'd get them for me so I wouldn't have to cross the living room naked. Thinking this is just her prudishness manifesting again, I thank her and head back into the bathroom.

It wasn't until my wife and I were heading home that I thought anything was amiss. We were driving along and the topic of the previous night's sleeping arrangements came up. My wife pointed out how weird it was that our friend's mother would insist upon the two of us sleeping separately while our friends (also a married couple) got to share a bed. I then brought up how she had acted when I tried to step out of the bathroom wearing a towel, as though the sight of me shirtless might traumatise her precious delicate daughters, or worse, immediately corrupt them so they become insatiable sex fiends.

Then my wife, who had been friends with this couple for much longer and had met their families before, then told me that her friend's mother had been acting weird around me the whole time. She was treating me like a ticking time bomb, apparently, and was especially keen on segregating me from her younger daughters as though I'd unintentionally seduce them with my stray sexual energy.

I struggled to find an explanation for any of this. As you all might have guessed, I am a pretty nerdy guy. When I talk, my voice is so posh people think I'm from England. I have to be the least threatening thing to come out of El Salvador since, well, ever.

Then my wife suggested that our friend's mother might just be a little bit racist.

Australia doesn't have a lot of Latino people. What exposure the majority do have are some vague stereotypes from American media which appear to paint us as oversexed libertines and/or drug smuggling gangsters.

We aren't talking here about an uneducated or a bad person. She would probably be appalled at the very idea that she was racist. She just happens to have internalised some rather racist notions about ethnic groups outside her own from media.

 

[Sagely]

Cuckold confessor, please stop objectifying your girlfriend and putting pressure on her to do things she's uncomfortable with. This sounds like an obsession and it really isn't healthy; not to mention it is very disrespectful to ignore your girlfriend's discomfort just to feed your fetish.

I don't really know what to suggest, but if you continue like this you will absolutely push your girlfriend away. Perhaps seek ways to manage the fetish and explore other creative ways to enjoy sex together?

EDIT:

Dude might be politically liberal, but he definitely has internalised racism out the wazoo.

Yeah I'm inclined to agree with this. The racial aspect of cuckolding is disgusting. It also sucks that you experienced racist behaviour Can't believe people actually think those things.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

I don't think she cheated on him, but he found out that she had a relationship a year prior to theirs

 

[TyrantII]

Damn, GAF is cold. Mocking someone who has just said they'd kill themselves?

Good going, GAF, good going.

Sounds like a sociopath, so I say go for it.

(They usually kill others. Not themselves)

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

This is what I was going to confess but 21st century Richard Gere got his in first. So it's similar in some ways except I can get relationships. I'm in my 40s and have been seeing sex workers for about 10 years so here are some stories. I used private escorts or reputable establishments. No street walkers and no high class services just the value for money escorts.

When I was married and had a 2 year affair with a sex worker (let's call her A). The relationship was a business one at first and then just naturally evolved into a real relationship. I no longer paid her for sex and she did not require gifts but she did like the lifestyle I provided. My wife never found out and it was one of the most fun relationships I've ever had.

I found out almost all of A's friends were also sex workers and that led to some extra sex on occasion. Some free but most at a discount friends rates. A did not mind and would ask if I was interested in playing with her friend. A did not join in usually and would excuse herself to go for a long shower while I played with her friend. I suspect A took some money if I'd paid to the friend as her cut for the introduction.

After some time having sex on tap with an attractive women became routine so I'd spice it up by having occasional threesomes which I then expanded to my annual birthday treat by adding a girl each year. Last year I had 6 women in a session to myself. It's expensive and it's not that sexy as they chat too much and you need to coordinate what you want them to do.

My exwife got a bit suspicious once as I used to always have a session when I Was out of town on a business trip and my phone would be off/not answered between 6 and 7pm. As she tipped me off I changed my routine to midday sessions with sex workers during my lunch hour. Even then very occasionally she'd call me when I was with a girl. I'd have to take the call so as not to make her suspicious so I'd pull out, head to the window open it so there was some street sounds and tell her I was out getting lunch. The secret was not to get her off the phone quickly and just let it run its course. Obviously this left me very little time left with my booking and I'd have to either pay to extend the session or finish with a quick handjob.

I'd find opportunities to leave my office during the day so I could have a session with a girl. Getting paid while I was getting laid and I'd expense the business mileage too.

I keep a diary with brief notes of each session with a girl. Total so far is over 600 sessions and 328 unique women. I also have photos some candid as they don't all let you take a picture. I have silent camera app that I use while pretending to check my phone before asking if they mind just in case they say no so that I have a pic. I have a tiny GoPro style camera and a hidden pouch now to film sessions. Porn with yourself as the star is amazing.

I've done bareback but I only do it with the younger new girls as They Are naive and easy to convince. Also As they are new they won't have had that many partners so the stats are in my favour. If you check the rates of female to male transmission of AIDS through vaginal sex it's very very low. My AIDS test came back negative BTW and I've never caught an STD from a sex worker.


There's more but I think this is enough for now.

I've done bareback but I only do it with the younger new girls as They Are naive and easy to convince. Also As they are new they won't have had that many partners so the stats are in my favour. If you check the rates of female to male transmission of AIDS through vaginal sex it's very very low. My AIDS test came back negative BTW and I've never caught an STD from a sex worker.

 

[Barzul]

The odds are in your favor? This isn't the hunger games man

 

[YoungFa]

Sounds like a normal business man to me.

 

[TyrantII]

NTGYK let Charlie's confessional simmer a few years apparently.

 

[brau]

Isn't this the premise for "Zipper"?

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

NTGYK let Charlie's confessional simmer a few years apparently.

I wait for maximum impact. Sorry Charlie!

Spoiler

This confession is actually from the 2nd of November.

 

[Miles Quaritch]

That cuckold confession.

Sweet Jesus...

 

[ironcreed]

That cuckold confession.

Sweet Jesus...

LMFAO

 

[Baron von Loathsome]

What a stupid reason to kill yourself, hahaha. Unless you're the film making equivalent of Leonardo Da Vinci, you're done?

Alright dude, best of luck. It's nice to see people with goals.

The way I see it, there are two main reasons to live - for your own happiness and for others'. If you can't find happiness on your own, you might find some fulfillment helping a charity or some other good cause. You can do it on the side from your filmmaking plans, as a hobby perhaps.

Trigger Warning



Thanks for sharing that one, Confessor. I really hope everything is turning out well for you now.

Sounds rough, confessor. It sounds like things are going a little better now, which is good to hear.

 

[Cloyster]

I have no problem with cuckold and cuckquean and stuff. That's all good.

But why does it all have to be so racist? Can't we just have good old-fashion consensual cheating without race getting into it?

 

[Sagely]

I'm curious as to why Confessor stayed married after making a regular habit of seeing the sex workers. What was he getting from marriage at that point? It would have been better for both him and his wife to end the marriage, stop the dishonesty and live his sex worker-seeing lifestyle to the full.

Also curious as to why they eventually did split: did the wife find out, did he come clean, or did it end for different reasons? So many questions!

 

[Jazz573]

I also have photos some candid as they don't all let you take a picture. I have silent camera app that I use while pretending to check my phone before asking if they mind just in case they say no so that I have a pic. I have a tiny GoPro style camera and a hidden pouch now to film sessions.

That's a shitty thIng to do.

I've done bareback but I only do it with the younger new girls as They Are naive and easy to convince.

Yeah, you're an asshole.

 

[TangerineCloud]

That's a shitty thIng to do.



Yeah, you're an asshole.

Whoa, somehow skipped over that first part. Pretty fucking scummy confession all around.

 

[Five]

Are you the confessor? LOL

Hah, no. Four brothers and a girlfriend from a different family. I just don't think it's fair to use your personal squick to limit other people.

That gif is not enough. God damn.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

When I was young my primary school had a sponsored charity fun run so one evening I went round my estate collecting sponsor money for the run. Once I had visited all the houses got some money and signed on the sponsor sheet I started to return home. On the way I was obstructed by the local estate bully who decided he didn't like my face and let me know this by the medium of his fists.

Bruised and crying as 8 year old bullied boys do, I ran home. As I arrived I had the idea to get the bully in more trouble by claiming he beat me and stole the sponsor money. I buried the money under a bush in my garden quickly before telling my parents.

The bully's parents paid back the money I claimed he stole and for the next week I Would take some of the hidden garden money to school to buy sweets and drinks until all the money was gone.

I got away with this.

What are the statutes of limitations on evil?

 

[Magwik]

What are the statutes of limitations on evil?

It worries me that he didn't disclose how much money he extorted from the parents

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

It worries me that he didn't disclose how much money he extorted from the parents

 

[Retsudo]

What are the statutes of limitations on evil?

One bad thing cancels the other?

 

[John Kowalski]

Ironically the bully probably became even bullier after that.

 

[zeemumu]

What are the statutes of limitations on evil?

Reverse pay-it-forward.

 

[Arkos]

A Cockeyed Cuckold Confession.



Stop doing it, she's very uncomfortable with it.

I'm not touching anything else in this Confession.

Welp. That's a wrap.

 

[-Horizon-]

The odds are in your favor? This isn't the hunger games man

Ok, this was good lol

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

You might get this one a few times b/c idk if this will be caught in spam

My girlfriend and I broke up in June but I'm still not over her. At all. We were together for a year and a half and we were each others' first, but I stayed in FL for college but she went to somewhere in upstate New York. We talked every week or so for a while, but after Halloween she basically cut off all contact. On Wed night I stupidly looked at her twitter and it made me feel like shit. She seemed so much happier than I am, going to tons of parties and meeting people. Also, she's on Tinder now and talking to random guys. The idea of her fucking some other guy makes me want to kill myself. But I'm a hypocrite because I've been trying to get with other girls since the break-up but haven't been able to. I just want her back. I don't know what I can do.

Move on. Stop being a hypocrite. Find happiness with someone else.

 

[NeOak]

Move on. Stop being a hypocrite. Find happiness with someone else.

LOL. "Happy".

If you are really happy, you don't need to put on twitter/instagram/social media everything you do to try to show others the awesome time you're having. That's just a fucking smokescreen of BULLSHIT.

Also, sorry confessor, but you have to move on. One-itis is bad for you. It takes time, cry all you want and let it all out. But forget about that woman.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

It's crazy that this thread's got nearly a quarter million views!

Let's close the night out with an epic tale. Make sure you stay tuned for the twist ending.

So my tale begins almost 40 years ago. In the last year of Jr. High School I had a crush on a different girl about once a month, but the last one lasted a bit longer than that. Her name was Barbara and I thought she was so beautiful, perfect, and sweet (and busty) that I was inspired to start writing really bad poetry. The kind of poetry that your average 14 year old will write.

After Junior High we also went to High School together. I didn't see her much during High School, but she was always friendly when we did see each other and we talked some. Of course, I never confessed my feelings or let her know about the love poems I'd written. What I did do, in a fit of drunken ardor and somewhat misguided passion (when I was 16) was copy down one of the poems inspired by her and mailed it *anonymously* to her.

The day after mailing it I regretted sending it, but nothing seemed to come of it anyways. Well, after all, it was anonymous. I graduated High School, had a life for the next 20+ years, and never thought of Babs much except each time I moved and packed up or unpacked the notebooks of poetry I'd written as a kid.

About 10 years ago Babs contacted me through a High School alumni list. She was very friendly! She even sent me a pic (clothed), and why not, the years had been fairly kind to her. I was surprised that she was interested in talking to me. We corresponded for a few months. It got a little flirty, which was thrilling but not something I was interested in pursuing. We never talked on the phone. At the time I was married and she was also married, with three kids (all still living at home). So anyways, it got a little flirty and then it fizzled out. I just wasn’t the type to cheat on my wife. Oh, we lived well over a thousand miles from each other too.

Fast forward again to about 4 years ago. My life had become a roaring sh*t show and a living hell. I was lost in the sauce and was soon to become entirely lost in other ways (ways only tangentially connected to this story, so I’m leaving them out). My wife had left and divorced me. Days were filled with a sordid parade of shady, sketchy characters who were slightly less or significantly more insane that I was.

A few months into this I got a message from Babs on FB. She said she was sorry to hear about my marriage (I had posted a few sorrowful, self-pitying accounts of my anguish) and said to call her, and gave me her number. A few days later I did call, while well into a bottle of vodka, at a very late hour. I figured I would get her voice mail, but she answered.

Babs was still married, all the kids still living at home, and still very far away. We talked for a few hours. I won't bore you with all the details because I can't remember them. I do remember her mentioning that her husband had a "hooker and coke" problem (fancy that!) and that he had not yet come home that night, that's why we could talk. Mostly we talked about Junior High and High School, all rosy tinted glasses nostalgia. At that time it was just nice to talk with someone who wasn't part of the crowd (alcoholics and addicts) who were my so-called "social circle".

We talked a few more times over the next 4 months, and then through circumstances entirely of my own making, I became homeless. Well, I was living in a cheap hotel, but the home part was gone. I guess that's the luxury problem version of homeless. Anyways, the next time I talked to her and told her about my new situation she suggested that I come out and visit her. I was surprised, even shocked, and as usual, very drunk, so of course I said yes. I told her I would be out to the Philly area next week. There was no talk of what would happen and our conversations only occasionally veered into somewhat flirty territory. I didn't really care about that, I just wanted to get out of town for a couple days.

I got a plane ticket and hotel reservation and texted her the info. Had trouble getting through security at the airport because I had lost so much weight and the picture didn't look anything like me. Security asked me, in all seriousness, if it was my son's license (and it was only a 4 or 5 year-old picture). Flight was delayed slightly but finally got to the hotel, texted her I was there, and she texted back that she would be over in an hour (about 6 pm) and we could go to dinner. I got ready and waited.

A knock came at the door a few minutes after 6 pm. It startled me. Honestly I hadn’t been sure she was going to show up. I had the pic from 6 years ago but who knew what she looked like now? I opened the door and my jaw dropped. It was Babs and she was stunning! We went to dinner, it was great, and then we headed back to the hotel. I was nervous but pretty sure nothing was going to happen, even though I had moderated my drinking at dinner, just in case, and only had one bottle of wine.

We got back to the hotel, she walked in first, kicked off her shoes and jumped on the bed. Wow! Two minutes later we were both in bed naked. An hour later we were both exhausted and taking a quick shower. Thirty years in and dream fulfilled.

She said she had to be back home soon, but would I like to hang out with her tomorrow while she did errands (it was the weekend)? I agreed. It didn't sound like there would be any more whoopee, but it seemed like it would be nice to get to know her a little better in person. My flight wasn't leaving until later the next evening anyway, and I wasn't interested in either checking out the city or spending the day drinking in my room and possibly missing my flight.

The next morning she picks me up with one of her kids in tow. That was awkward. She came up to the room with the kid and we're sitting there making small talk, her explaining to her kid that I'm an old friend from Junior High, and the kid looking around the hotel room. I'm thinking that I was in the same bed right in front of us with the kids mother about 12 hours ago. Awkward, and maybe my conscience was kicking in a little.

So we go drive around, picking up dry cleaning, shopping at a super market, an antique shop and then a cool deli. Then she says she has to drop off a hoagie. To her husband. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but I think I nodded. We get to a construction site and she says "Well, let's go see Tom." Tom is her husband. Now it's dawning on me that I'm supposed to go and meet her husband. Okay. I'm also wondering if I'm going to get killed, this being a construction site and all, on the weekend.

Well, her husband was legitimately working on some plumbing, and one of the older kids was there helping him out! It's a "hail, hail, the gang's all here" type of situation, but I'm the odd man out. I meet Tom and we shake hands. Babs is saying "This is the friend I was telling you about that I had dinner with last night, he's just in town for business and he's leaving tonight." I just mumble something and say "Nice to meet you." I'm wondering if he knows or suspects something, but he's obviously been working all day and has a pipe wrench in his hand, so I try not to make any more eye contact than necessary. And then within 5 or so minutes we leave.

Babs takes me to the airport. I fly off into the sunset and start cogitating on just exactly WTF happened. I did get laid. I was still alive. So I ordered three mini-bottles of vodka and settled in for the flight back. Despite the awkward moments it had been a good trip.

But there's more.

Babs and I were still staying in touch, still talking, and she tells me she's known it was me that sent her that adolescent love poem 30 years ago since, well, 30 years ago. That blew my mind just a little. She had also been keeping tabs on me, to the best of her ability, since we got out High School. Now I knew she was keeping tabs on some other people from High School, but they had interesting lives or were even a little famous. Thus they were interesting to politely gossip about. My life had not been interesting nor am I famous. Also, she let me know that she had thought my trip out to see her would be a one-off, but after seeing me she wanted to see me again.

I did go out and see her again a couple months later. That time we had more time together because, surprise, her husband was in jail for a few charges (DUI, possession, distribution). I guess that made me feel a little bit better about it all, which is sad to say, I know. In fact I was not any better, in my cups and passing out in the middle of a sentence while I was on the phone with her just a week before I visited. At least I wasn't driving when it happened.

Then I went out a month later to visit a third time. It's getting somewhat serious. Babs wants to tell me something. I preemptively ask her if Tom knows about me. She says he suspects. I said, just matter of factly, "That might be because you introduced us." She says "Oh, he knew we slept together the first time." What?! When I met him he knew that I'd slept with his wife the night before? Yep, that's what she was telling me. Obviously I was naive or something, but she explained that it was okay for her to sleep with whoever she wanted as long as she didn't sleep with them more than once. Uhhh, I realized then just how far out of my depth I was, but at that time in my life I was being confronted with that realization on a much too frequent basis.

I was still trying to wrap my head around the situation, I was confused, so I said "Tom suspects that we're seeing each other, okay, but why was it okay for us to sleep together the first time? And just why did you take me to meet him the next day?" Now this, coincidentally, was what she wanted to talk to me about. She explains that she can sleep with whoever she wants to, once, but only if Tom gets to meet whoever it is. And now she gets to part she wanted to, well, confess. Babs kind of blurts out "Tom and I don't have sex, we haven't for years. He likes to watch." Then I'm thinking that she's been recording our liaisons or something. I'm getting paranoid and agitated, but she says no, that's not it. What happens is Tom posts something on Craigslist, a random dude comes over and she has sex with him while Tom sits next to the bed and watches. That’s what Tom likes.

Well, this was all beyond my comprehension. I asked how often? Like once a week, three times a week, for the last year, for the last 3 years, for the last 5 years? She just nodded yes at every question. At that point I stopped asking idiotic questions and told her, quite truthfully, that I didn't understand their relationship or how that worked, but that didn't change how I felt about her.

Babs and I didn't end up together. Soon after I hit a bottom that required me to either sober up or get institutionalized (and more germane to this story, not fly around to other cities to sleep with other people’s wives). Tom apparently straightened out his act, at least a bit, too. I sometimes wonder if Babs might have planned it that way, but if she did, good for her.

TLDR: Dude's marriage collapses, he becomes an alcoholic, has sex with his crush from thirty years earlier, his crush's husband likes to watch her have sex with other men.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

Day 18 done! 12 Days of Anonymous Confessions left!

 

[Surface of Me]

Cuckolding is the most degenerate fetish.

 

[industrian]

Move on. Stop being a hypocrite. Find happiness with someone else.

 

[Zepp Twofist]

I keep a diary with brief notes of each session with a girl. Total so far is over 600 sessions and 328 unique women. I also have photos some candid as they don't all let you take a picture. I have silent camera app that I use while pretending to check my phone before asking if they mind just in case they say no so that I have a pic. I have a tiny GoPro style camera and a hidden pouch now to film sessions. Porn with yourself as the star is amazing.

Why do people always insist on keeping detailed incriminating evidence?

 

[dreamcastmaster]

That's all too true.