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please find me a cute nice husband or I will kill you all! I am sick of waiting bitch god!
Yesterday, someone parked in my driveway. My neighbours celebrated their marriage or something like that.
I was so pissed of that I put bird seed on the car, shortly afterwards, a dozen doves were sitting (and shitting) on the car, picking for the seed, making huge scratches in the car. It was great!
#parking #driveway #neighbours #celebration #marriage #bird #seed #revenge
I often contemplate divorce, I love my wife but I have not been happy for years and I keep convincing myself things will get better but I'm starting to get the the point where I dont care anymore.
The only reason I am not currently a Bull in a cuckold marriage is
1) perfect situation and couple, perfect location, no physical or sexual attraction.
2) Wife attracted to me, cock size passes test, meetings take place, she separates and divorces her husband for a normal relationship. I still loved watching her homemade porn, and will never forget her assurance that if we shot movies in the shower that they had fog and steam proof lenses.
3) A very sexy older MILF with a taste for young hung chiseled studs initiated contact and arranged to me
et and fuck assuming she had permission... and before she talked to her husband she was thinking of how to convince him that she wanted to be pregnant more than anything by this a sexy young strange stud. Sometimes even a true cuck can't let go completely for his own pleasure, ego interferes.
#sex #bull #cuckold #hotwife #slutwife #ovulation #insemination
I sometimes secretly wish my wife would die. I love her and I always will but sometimes I miss the freedom I had when I was single. Divorce is out of the question so the only way our marriage can end is if she dies. If she does die then I already know what my life will be. I can smoke, drink, and eat myself to death and that is how I will be most happy to die.
As I kid I thought you impregnant a woman when you marry her. I was totally afraid of getting married or attending to a wedding party. One time, I was around 11, my aunt married and at her party, she sat on a chair and the people carried her around and I was just so terrified that they would hurt her and her new baby. I ran to the dance floor, screaming and shouting that they should stop because they would kill the baby.
It was so embarrassing. Everyone was laughing at me.
#impregnant #marry #afraid #baby #pregnant #marriage #wedding
Never marry or have children. Try your best, but others will mess it all up. Just stay single and have a good time.
My first marriage our sex life was great, the best. We were so compatible on every level, since it was often her that brought up something new to 'spice' up our sex life. We did a lot of role play, anal sex, she loved to be fucked in the ass, and she would use a life-like strap on cock on me. I would often 'encourage' her to go out and have fun with her girlfriends on the weekends. Often she would go out dancing and get back home about 3am. She would only tell me that guys would be coming onto her all night, and her pussy was so wet when she got home, we would usually have sex unless she was too drunk or tired or I was too sleepy. But often we'd have sex within the day after that. She did tell me she did have sex with some other guys while we were married, usually when she went on a 'business trip' or when I was away on my 'business'. But shit happened, and we got a divorce, though remained friends. I wish we would've stayed married and built a solid cuckold-open marriage, which I'm sure that would have been the end result of staying together, which is, what I want. She met this one young guy, she said he had a nine inch cock, and fucked him a few times, though he had a fiance' back home, he was in town on a business trip himself.
I have been having a hard time in my marriage for a few months; husband's an alcoholic and our relationship as well as "sex life" is very one sided. I finally snapped when I worked up the nerve to ask him for oral and he said no. So the next morning when I saw a hot young construction worker lost in the stock room at my work, I asked him if he had a minute to help me with a hard to reach spot. He was eager to help sounding respectful but also flirtatious. I directed him to a storage room and asked again if he didnt mind helping me. He looked at me in an unsure way and said "Sure what do you need?" I told him to come here and started undoing his belt and pants. His face was in disbelief as I dropped to my knees; he asked "Are you sure we won't get in trouble?" though he was already pulling out his dick, he got hard as soon as I jerked him into my mouth! I love recalling the sighs and gasps he made; then I stood up lifting my dress, pulled off my lace panties and leaned back on a table of dusty boxes. He pounded into my pussy sliding in and out; threw my legs together and squeezed my ass. I was so turned on and almost close to coming. I sighed "Oh shit" and then he pulled out and came on my stomach and dress. He pulled up his pants with a huge smile then ran out of the room. Even though I didn't come it was exhilarating, and is good for the spank bank. Although Im still waiting for someone to eat my pussy.
My advice to young people.
You will think having children is a great idea. But no matter how good a person you are; you can’t fix society. You can’t make the world safe. You can’t make people kind or get them to care.
As for marriage. Love is not enough. You & your spouse can completely love one another. But in-laws and stress will still almost certainly destroy your marriage. When it ends; your happy well adjusted children will emotionally fall apart.
As for Church. I’m very spiritual. I pray & know my Bible. I have lived a fairly clean life. But I never found solace in a Church. Just people trying to exclude others as they patted themselves on the back. Preachers trying to cheat on their wives and shake down members for every penny while they went on nice paid vacations. They’d spend an hour at a mission, then a week at a fancy resort.
I used to work with guys who just invested their $; stayed single, & enjoyed life. That’s probably the least emotionally painful way to live.
I used to try to talk young people out of suicide. It’s amazing how many were the children of Church members. They’d be gay or have a mental disability. The preacher & congregation would have these young people convinced God didn’t love them. Let me tell you; Churches are full of people lying; cheating; looking at porn; you name it.
Go to restaurants after Church let’s out. Unhappy rude people giving the wait staff a hard time, then barely tipping.
Oh I pray and can recite the Bible. But I try to live it rather than talk about it. I’m also a sinner & know it.
I was 25. It was my birthday. I'd been seeing my boyfriend for about a year. I didn't start out intending to have sex, but I must admit that I had thought about it. I had wanted him for a while, but I was raised to wait for marriage. Still, on this particular day my desire for him was especially strong.
My boyfriend said he had a very special birthday present for me, so we went to his house. There he carried out a well executed seduction. I was more than a bit reluctant, but I was in love with him, so eventually his gentle persistence won me over. He was kind, sweet, romantic, gentle, and persistent and respectful of my feelings and eventually my resistance fell away. I couldn't resist anymore.
He had mentioned to me a few times that he had an urge to make love to me, but that he respected my feelings enough not to pursue it. I had felt the urge too, but I had always managed not to succumb to it. Somehow, this day felt different, though I didn't realize why.
He started to make small, subtle advances and I barely noticed. Or maybe I didn't want to notice. The wet kisses passed unnoticed. He mentioned again that he had been thinking a lot about making love to me lately. Gradually, the advances got more direct and forward.
Somewhere along the line, I started to say no and it came out OK. That's when I knew it was time. I was surprised, but I knew I was ready, due to his persistence. So I gave in. I was scared, nervous, uncomfortable, but exhilarated, happy, excited, and curious. I actually found myself looking forward to it. I was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and the romantic moment.
I sent him out of the room, then I stripped my way up the stairs, leaving a boot at the foot of the stairs, another boot a couple of steps up, my dress a couple of steps after that, my pantyhose a step up from there, my bra at the top of the stairs, and my panties hanging on the doorknob of the bedroom.
I waited completely naked on the bed, wrapped in a sheet. He quickly stripped down to his undies and climbed on the bed next to me. I was tingling. After a little foreplay, I took his underpants off. Then we curled up and gave each other oral simultaneously. We did that for about half an hour.
Then I rolled over on my back and he went inside. We had intercourse for quite a long time. He was very good, and he told me he enjoyed it too. I had two or three orgasms and he came too. It was excellent! He was very good! It was passionate and romantic, about as good as a girl's first time can be.
Afterwards, I felt a mix of emotions: sadness, exhilaration, excitement, disappointment, deep romance, nervousness, peace, a bit of regret, but also happiness, satisfaction, and a myriad of other feelings. It was all something of a jumble.
It was a wonderful first experience, very romantic and tender. He was patient and he was very good. I felt like part of me had just died, but I also felt like I had staarted an exciting new adventure, one I would enjoy many times afterwards. What a great birthday present!
Marriage in America. Men used to do the fighting and hunting. Women did stuff near the home & raised kids.
In modern America females on average are better educated. Most marriages end in divorce. If you marry; most likely; you’ll end up divorced, and your kids unhappy.
I’d suggest unless you just really want to be unhappy, and eventually accept you ruined other people’s lives, you should stay single.
Ahhh. The single life for your whole life. Living cheap. Saving and investing. Retiring. Goofing off.
But some people can’t handle that either.
Our society really pushes women to divorce. No matter what you do; or how you feel, it will probably end in divorce & heart ache.
My mom and my dad separated some years ago but still stayed married. Mom moved out, found a knew apartment and they both didn't talk to each other.
Some nasty stuff happened, she moved back in, they fought, she moved back out.
That happend quite a few times.
Now, my mom lives about 50 miles away, I don't see her that often. But she and my dad get along really well the last months.
Now she told me that she wanted to move back in.
I don't want her to move back in! It's a disaster! A catastrophy! They will get along for a few weeks or two months, then there'll be screaming, and destroying things, maybe the police has to come. I don't want that!
I have to prevent it! That's not possible.
Now, I am in the first row when the party begins. And I promise you, I'll destroy it, before it even begins!
I married a much younger woman, and she knew about my sexual submission and addiction to total enclosure bondage, at the time, but said she didn't care. Well, after about a year, she put me into my leather strait-jacket, pulled up the attached hood, and hauled it viciously tight to my head and face, leaving me only two tiny nostril holes, and a small zipper across my mouth, sealed tight shut at the time, which reduced me to silence, with insufficient air for speaking. After checking the tightness of the buckles, she teased me into massive erection, and then calmly told me she was having an affair with Herb, next door. He was a younger, new divorcee, and not someone I liked a lot. Pushy, loud, aggressive, bit of a drinker, he just rubbed me the wrong way. In silent distress, I heard her say that Herb knew all about me, and while he "didn't like perverts" he was curious, and wanted to see "it" for himself. Just then the doorbell rang and Gretchen said "that'll be him! Don't go anywhere!" and went to the front door. A minute later Herb's unpleasant tones said "Fuckin' A!" with a hint of glee. He went on "Wow Greta, you weren't fucking kidding were you! And LOOK at the size of that thing! Man, he's really havin' fun isn't he!" She sniffed, and said icily "Him yes, me not so much!" Herb came close, and then his fat fingers seized my swollen balls and squeezed hard! "MMMMMMMMMFFFFFF!" was all I could manage. They both laughed. Then Gretchen said thoughtfully "you guys have never liked each other, have you? I know he thought you were loud and ignorant!" She sniggered evilly, and said "I gotta meet the girls - can you look after him while I'm gone?" He said coldly "Oh you better believe it, hon! I'll take REAL good care of him! He'll be really glad to see you, I guaran-damn-tee!" Soon as she was gone, he said menacingly Oh you in trouble now, asshole!" He twisted my balls painfully, yanking on them, as I writhed in agony. "Thing is, doofus - greta and me we're sort of close, and we think you should just become our slave, from now on! Do exactly what you're told, no exceptions, or punishment! Real punishment! Gonna be fun, shit-for-brains! At least for me! I'm gonna fuck you up so bad!"
I’m a straight woman who married a lesbian. I love her, she’s a great stepmom to my daughter, and it feels so amazing to be desired again, but I still feel conflicted.
My husband died suddenly several years ago. I was devastated, my daughter cried every day for a month. It took so much work between my and the rest of my family just to keep me stable so I could continue to work to provide for her (and I’m so grateful that I was able to do that). I’ve always been on the heavy side, and I gained even more weight over the next few years. It felt like nobody would or even could want me as a person ever again, and I even came to terms with that after a couple of truly awful dates and short-lived relationships.
Then I met my wife.
She was on an assignment in the same building I work in. Our building has a small lounge where I like to eat lunch every now and then just to get away from my desk; and one day she walked up to my table and asked if she could join me. She’s younger than me—a lot younger, about 13 years younger—but she was very fun to talk to and we had a lot shared interests, so I didn’t mind. We had lunch together again the next day, and the day after that, and then every other day until her assignment in the building was over. I got the sense that she was interested in me, and then on her last day on-site she asked me on a date and my heart just about skipped a beat.
Someone had asked me out. A *lesbian* had asked me out. And I didn’t want to say no.
I said yes and set up a sitter and then I went on my first date in four years and made out with her in my car after.
I know there’s a stereotype about lesbians showing up to their second date with a U-Haul, and we didn’t quite move that fast, but we did move pretty fast. I introduced her to my daughter (as “mommy’s friend from work”) on the second date. We had sex on our third date. She was helping my daughter with her math homework the next morning. She didn’t officially move in until we’d been together for six months, but she spent more weekends at my house than at her apartment. She proposed to me at exactly the one-year mark, but my daughter was already calling her “mom” before then.
Like I said, I love my wife. I love that she loves me, I love that she desires me, I love that she has stepped into the stepmom role without a moment’s hesitation, I love spending time with her and everything we do together, and she is the best and most generous lover I have ever had.
But I still consider myself a straight woman. I still have moments when I look at her and it takes me an embarrassingly long time to remember that I married this woman. When we’re having sex, sometimes I have to close my eyes when I kiss her to get over my initial “but this is a woman” instincts, and going down on her has always been hard (and I don’t think I’ll ever be really good at it). I also still have some shame about my weight, and even though it’s clear my wife views my weight as a PLUS, sometimes I can’t help but feel fetishized, especially when she wants me on top of her and I get worried I’ll crush her.
My parents have never been fully on board with my wife, either. They stopped saying mean things about her, and she stopped griping to me about them, but especially with all of the “groomer” talk going around lately it feels so very tense every time we see them.
Overall, I suppose we’re pretty happy together. Looking at my wedding ring, I guess I can’t say I’m still with her “for the novelty” like I used to. I don’t fully know what to call myself and don’t feel comfortable calling myself “queer” because that was an insult other kids my age called each other growing up, but my wife openly embraces the label and would for-sure say we’re in a “queer marriage.”
So that’s where I’m at, I guess.
#marriage #lesbian #stepmother #straight #bbw
I have some resentment towards my husband for being obsessed with oral sex. I feel like its not god honoring.
My wife and me are serving as foster parents for three nephews, these kids are my wife's relativos and thay are horrible. They can't behave at all, they argue all day and fight all the fucking time.
My wife and me are sick to the point that we are not getting along at all and just keep fighting and fighting, and I hate it, because these kids came home just to ruin my marriage just because of my wife's brother who is a lazy scum that doesn't want his spoiled kids.
I've even been contemplating divorce since she is unbereably angry all the time.
I just want these kid to leave, they are horrible, they are extremely spoiled, if you don't give them what they want they scream and shout, they acuse us of beating them to give us problems with the neighbors, one of them tried to break my nintendo switch on purpose because I didn't let him play with it one day.
They scream all the time, they try to not eat anything for days just to make it look like we don't give them food. These fucking brats are ruining our lifes and it was all thanks to my wife who said yes to this, foster shitty project that I just want it to end as soon as posible...
I am a sissy male and enjoy it immensely. I dream of finding a tall dark and handsome Man and he loves me for the sissy I am. He asks me to marry him and I say YES. I am his wife and lay curled up next to my Man every night playing with his Big Man Cock.. I m his wife and take care of him doing what I wife needs to do for her man. He treats me like the sissy cock slut I am and keeps me dressed like a whore. This is the life I want to live.
Sissy Boy C.
The cheating on my wife isn't really the worst of it. Last night I made out and then had my best friends fiancé (I am their best man) suck my dick. I think I'm a pretty bad person right now....
I’ve resulted to the internet to help financially and at a complete loss. And I afraid to tell my husband.
#marriage #sex #boobs #sugardaddy
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