Writing this because I need to get it off my chest before going for Christmas Service.
I’m happily married with a one year old daughter and am still very much in love with my husband who is still that sweet, boyish and loving guy I’ve known for six years. Our lives are as good as those of any other loving SG couple. Except for one small item which eventually led to a girlfriend sending me her friend’s (let’s just call him CT) ig id.
In Feb this year, I created a fake ig account and started chatting with CT. Apart from mundane chatter to distract from our daily grind, he is a great confidante, always forthright and above board. I built a good understanding with him and we will discuss anything and everything, even those very private and confidential stuff when the mood was right. (In fact, I am chatting with him right now about some p&c stuff.) After a couple of weeks, we were comfortable enough with one another to meet up in real life.
We met up for the first time in April. He was a very ordinary-looking man and much quieter in person. We didn’t do much, just had dinner after work and went home. I didn’t know why I did it, but I asked him out again two weeks later. This time round, he was much more relaxed. He takes time to warm up to people. Also, he said he was feeling a bit guilty the first time round because it felt as if he was cheating on his fiancee. And it struck me that I did not feel any such guilt but was instead feeling very excited and pulling out all stops to get CT to open up more! We had dinner, drank a bit, had a very good chat and went home.
We met up a third time soon after. This time round, we had sex. Or, I would rather say, we made love. All along, our chats and casual meetups had been leading up to this. This was what I wanted all along. To be made love to. I can still remember the anticipation when he looked at me, the tingling when he bit my lips and how inexperienced I felt when his tongue came exploring. I greedily lapped up every bit of the foreplay, the teasing, kisses, licks and all. I could remember my heart pounding, hearing myself breathing so heavily. It felt as if I was doing it for the first time all over again. Except this time, I finally felt the pleasure. I could hear my moans becoming audible, my body shamelessly responding, my whole person getting on to the act, giving in to my pleasures completely, and then it happened. The feeling which had been pent up for ages finally surfaced. I came! I had my first ever orgasm! It felt so intense that my head was left spinning. Then I remember wanting more of it. I concentrated my thoughts down there. I lusted for it, counted it to measure this man who did for me what my loving husband could not…
The cab ride home started with the feeling of excitement and liberation. But as it went further from the hotel and nearer to my home, the feeling turned from elation to guilt. I started wondering what I had done. But when I opened the door and saw my husband looking at me, his fresh boyish face in contrast with my lover’s weathered features, I did not feel guilty. No guilt at all. I did feel self-conscious, wondering if I was walking weird, but strangely, I did not feel an ounce of guilt…
The very next night, my husband wanted to get it on. I became very excited. Now that I had had my orgasm, maybe I could finally feel it doing with the man I love. I was passionate and wanted hubby to go all over me. He obliged. I could feel him caressing my breasts when he suddenly pulled to a halt! He could not keep it up. He was about to come. And this is the frustration which have plagued our otherwise perfect marriage… We hardly do much foreplay in case he’s done before the deed even started. And we always choose the position of the day beforehand so that he can actually get a few thrusts in before finishing. We tried going to the doctor as well as tcm. But neither medicine nor acupuncture worked. My GP consoled me, saying some women do not experience orgasm. But I'm not those women. I not only reach orgasm, I reach it many times in one act!
And that was how, in my search for a proper sexual relationship, I found CT. I could not help it and continued cheating on my husband. CT continued cheating on his fiancee. It is his way of guilt-tripping himself to be nicer to her. He doesn’t, or in his own words, couldn’t bring himself to love her the way he did his ex-gf after a very tough heartbreak. We agreed to keep it non-committal and I am enjoying every part of it. Yes, I am actually enjoying it!
Good to finally get this off my chest.
I’m happily married with a one year old daughter and am still very much in love with my husband who is still that sweet, boyish and loving guy I’ve known for six years. Our lives are as good as those of any other loving SG couple. Except for one small item which eventually led to a girlfriend sending me her friend’s (let’s just call him CT) ig id.
In Feb this year, I created a fake ig account and started chatting with CT. Apart from mundane chatter to distract from our daily grind, he is a great confidante, always forthright and above board. I built a good understanding with him and we will discuss anything and everything, even those very private and confidential stuff when the mood was right. (In fact, I am chatting with him right now about some p&c stuff.) After a couple of weeks, we were comfortable enough with one another to meet up in real life.
We met up for the first time in April. He was a very ordinary-looking man and much quieter in person. We didn’t do much, just had dinner after work and went home. I didn’t know why I did it, but I asked him out again two weeks later. This time round, he was much more relaxed. He takes time to warm up to people. Also, he said he was feeling a bit guilty the first time round because it felt as if he was cheating on his fiancee. And it struck me that I did not feel any such guilt but was instead feeling very excited and pulling out all stops to get CT to open up more! We had dinner, drank a bit, had a very good chat and went home.
We met up a third time soon after. This time round, we had sex. Or, I would rather say, we made love. All along, our chats and casual meetups had been leading up to this. This was what I wanted all along. To be made love to. I can still remember the anticipation when he looked at me, the tingling when he bit my lips and how inexperienced I felt when his tongue came exploring. I greedily lapped up every bit of the foreplay, the teasing, kisses, licks and all. I could remember my heart pounding, hearing myself breathing so heavily. It felt as if I was doing it for the first time all over again. Except this time, I finally felt the pleasure. I could hear my moans becoming audible, my body shamelessly responding, my whole person getting on to the act, giving in to my pleasures completely, and then it happened. The feeling which had been pent up for ages finally surfaced. I came! I had my first ever orgasm! It felt so intense that my head was left spinning. Then I remember wanting more of it. I concentrated my thoughts down there. I lusted for it, counted it to measure this man who did for me what my loving husband could not…
The cab ride home started with the feeling of excitement and liberation. But as it went further from the hotel and nearer to my home, the feeling turned from elation to guilt. I started wondering what I had done. But when I opened the door and saw my husband looking at me, his fresh boyish face in contrast with my lover’s weathered features, I did not feel guilty. No guilt at all. I did feel self-conscious, wondering if I was walking weird, but strangely, I did not feel an ounce of guilt…
The very next night, my husband wanted to get it on. I became very excited. Now that I had had my orgasm, maybe I could finally feel it doing with the man I love. I was passionate and wanted hubby to go all over me. He obliged. I could feel him caressing my breasts when he suddenly pulled to a halt! He could not keep it up. He was about to come. And this is the frustration which have plagued our otherwise perfect marriage… We hardly do much foreplay in case he’s done before the deed even started. And we always choose the position of the day beforehand so that he can actually get a few thrusts in before finishing. We tried going to the doctor as well as tcm. But neither medicine nor acupuncture worked. My GP consoled me, saying some women do not experience orgasm. But I'm not those women. I not only reach orgasm, I reach it many times in one act!
And that was how, in my search for a proper sexual relationship, I found CT. I could not help it and continued cheating on my husband. CT continued cheating on his fiancee. It is his way of guilt-tripping himself to be nicer to her. He doesn’t, or in his own words, couldn’t bring himself to love her the way he did his ex-gf after a very tough heartbreak. We agreed to keep it non-committal and I am enjoying every part of it. Yes, I am actually enjoying it!
Good to finally get this off my chest.
