Now what I'm about to write here, has been a fact and hard pill for me to swallow and rap my head around. 3 years ago, I did what I swore I would never do in my life, and that was to cheat on the man who gave me the best sexual encounters of my lifetime. No man had ever satisfied me with their sensual or sexual skills. Being a woman with a really high libido is no match for the men who struggle to hold their loads for 3 mins tops. This man did things to my body that at aged 40, had never done before and thankfully has done again since then and that was make me squirt. I'm not talking about a drizzle either, it was a full blown gush like the eruption seen from the water mains in the street when a pipe has been broken. Our first encounter was mind blowing and when he left I was left laying on the mattress which was completely saturated from my vaginal fluid, in awe and a smile from ear to ear. Never before had I experienced such chemistry whilst in the throws of passion. I knew right then that I was in trouble and that this wasn't going to end well for me, as he was unhappily married but determined to stay until his wife passed away. You see his wife had been given a terminal diagnosis and only 5 years to live. They only had 1 child together and he wanted to spare his son any additional heartache of them separating and then her dying. I knew this all from the start amd tried hard to keep my feelings in check and despite sex with any other man being totally unmeasureable on every level, I kept seeing other men as a way to distract myself and to extend the length of time it would take me to fall head over heals in love with him. I was totally honest with him from the start about being an escort and as it was just a bit of fun we were having it wasn't a big deal. Fast forward 3 months and things were completely different. We had both fallen in love and what should've been the best years of our relationship became some of the hardest days we would endure. He spent more time with me than he did at home and I felt immense guilt for his 12 year old son, who was basically left alone every day as both parents were off living seperate lives but under the same roof. To cut a long story short, he told his wife about me, they stopped sleeping in the same bed, he stopped wearing his wedding ring and I was happy with the changes he had made. It meant a lot to me. However, then it was time for then to go on their annual family holiday, which was a cruise for 5 days down to Tasmania and back again. Not being able to talk to him for 2 days felt like 20 years and my brain was in over drive wondering if he was going to end up patching things up and getting back together with her as they had to sleep in the same bed whilst away. So in order to distract myself from over thinking, I went online and start chatting to other men and as I had convinced myself he would fuck his wife when they were away, I got in first and fucked a paying client the first night he had gone. To my astonishment, being a whore and fucking some guy for money behind his back was a massive turn on and I was shocked that I was aroused and didn't feel guilty. It had given me a rush of sexual energy and excitement I had experienced before and it became addictive. The 5 days he was gone, I'd fucked 7 paying clients and after that every night when he'd leave, instead of being upset, I'd just arrange to fuck someone and I was making alot of money and it was turning me on more and more with each new man I'd fucked behind his back and I had started to spin out of control and fucking clients every day, during the day, after he left at night and sometimes more than 5 clients a day. The more I indulged in this behaviour the more guys I wanted to fuck in a 24 hour period, and he obviously sensed something was going on, as he had started snooping on my computer when I had left the room. And BAM just like that, all the guilt and shame I hadn't been feeling for the last month hit me like a tonne of bricks when I came back from the toilet to find him having found messages on my second fetlife account where I can been gloating about cheating on him amd how it turned me on so much. I admitted to chatting on him but lied about the number of men to spare him more heartache snd the self-centered slut I had become. So after this confrontation the cheating stopped for about 2 months. As soon as things became emotionally painful about his living situation and not knowing how long this was going to last for, I reverted back to my old ways and started fucking guys behind his back again. For some guys they were willing to pay more to fuck me with a cum filled pussy, or to fuck me during the day before I fucked him amd they got off knowing that his pussy had been contaminated by another man's cum. And again, fuck me a whole next level of arousal and undeniable urge to fuck as much and as many as I could. And being the insatiable slut that I am, 1 turned in to 3 a day and because I needed to be fucked at any cost my prices where dropping just so I could experience the excitement of being a cheating escort. The more I advertised that I was cheating on the man I loved who fucked me like nobody had ever, the more interest my ads were getting and quite frequently when he was ringing me I wasn't answered as I had cock balls deep inside my pussy pumping me full of cum. So of course, one of the many dozens of times I was fucking other men on a regular basis the news no one cheating on their partner wants to here from their play toy. A positive STI test and the message had come from the playboy directly to him. Talk about throwing a slut under the bus without warning. So sure enough I had contracted an infection and the Dr wrote out 2 scripts, without sending my partner for the same tests, as I'd been honest with the Doctor about the length of time I had been cheating on him. Still as im writing down these chain of events and still unsure why I acted against everything I'd ever believed in and on a man who was the best lover I'd ever had, I wasn't sure who the fuck I was anymore and made a valiant effort to not stray again. And I kept true to my promise to myself until I had finally had enough of feeling like shit and that I didn't matter to him and broke up with him at the end of March 2020. Some would say it was karma having to deal with a broken heart in what was to be the first covid lock down and having to self isolate at home. I couldn't even go out and get drunk to numb the pain, I was forced to feel it and to process everything that had happened. It was one of the hardest yet most rewarding healing periods of my life and for that, if I had my time over, I'd do it again. To this very day over 2 years later I'm still getting major arousal from men paying to fuck me and to be honest, I'm not sure I ever want to stop. I've had enough praise from the many men who have encountered my sexual prowess to know that I am a great fuck and I've now had regular clients over the last 6 years, who started out fucking me.for free, but I know my worth and I've given enough away for free, from now on, it's paid fuck sessions only. So it's a win win situation.
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