Dishonest

The Story

Hi, Hmm, I chose this category because I think I have a problem with the attributes of the title. I'm not very sure where and how to start, so as not to be too wordy and boring, but not to remain unfounded in my problem, for which I will ask to be apologized, preventively! I think it is correct to say that I am old enough to have the right to discuss my sexual, to call them, adversity, although I do not think the word is correct. I have a stable family and two married daughters - one very recently. I work in a popular financial institution in an average or slightly below average professional position. What my loved ones know about me, however ... is not what I am in essence, but what I show them (or hide successfully as far as I can). The truth is that for many years I have observed public decency, which I would not want to manifest in reality. I know some socially unacceptable aspects of the lives of my colleagues, bosses and subordinates and I feel somehow lagging behind in this respect. Increasingly, I have to weigh my husband's declining attention to my intimate needs on the one hand, and the strong influence of my position as an object of intimate attention on many and objectively eroactive specimens of the opposite sex, including significant younger than me. I know I'm talking about a hopeless relationship. but I haven't seen sex as a source of future addictions in a long time. However, I know that deviating from family intimacy will bring me severe negatives.

I do not know with what confidence, almost all colleagues do it. Okay, now the reality: I've been doing it for about a year. I do it with every man who is ready. I do it at home, in the family bed, which my husband ... um ... I try, neighbors, acquaintances or friends not to understand, but it's becoming more and more dangerous for that to happen. For the first time in my life, I am experiencing physical pleasures I never dared to dream of. It gives me masochistic pleasure to define myself as a true, despised bitch (the star is out of tolerance for the readers of the topic, not shyness or some hypocrisy). I am descending more and more tangibly, fully consciously, up the moral ladder, and this, instead of bothering or puzzling me, on the contrary, fills me with satisfaction. At the same time, I am not in the position of my colleagues, with my intimate life, they are not aware (they have no doubts) and my closest people - friends, relatives and others. I feel like an elusive criminal and the strangest thing is, that it stimulates, satisfies and makes me very happy. And if it's normal, I don't care (for now). I know that the time during which this will be possible is fixed and will soon be gone forever. And the repetition of the one from a year ago will come ... It's not scary, I know it. Be healthy!

Last Updated
August 23, 2020
Author:
tie_sadaliofficial

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