I guess in some ways I'm a typical married guy in one respect. The statistics that I choose to believe (there are others that I don't) say that about sixty percent of married American men cheat on their wives at least once during their marriage. I had my episode about the time of the "seven year itch," and I luckily escaped without too much damage. I came clean with my wife, cut off contact with the comely young woman that I was screwing, and did the best I could to make it up to my wife. That was ten years ago when our two kids were little.
I really didn't have a good reason to cheat. Some guys justify it by saying that their wife is no longer attractive, she isn't interested in sex, or the generic "she doesn't understand me." My wife, Carolyn, at that time as well as now even at age forty two was and is hot. She's 5'9", 135 pounds, firm ass and tits, near-gorgeous face, long auburn hair, and sultry look. She also has a high libido so that even after seventeen years of marriage we have sex about twice a week, more on vacation. She understands me very well -- almost too well, which is how she was able to suspect my affair since my behavior changed, including giving her "just because" bouquets of flowers.
It was especially shitty that I had an affair because I have a double standard. I would get insanely jealous if Carolyn ever even flirted with another guy and likely would beat the shit out of any guy she had an affair with, which is a legitimate option that I would likely have since I'm 6'6", 245 pounds, was a defensive end and wrestler in High School, worked as a bouncer in college, and still work out four days a week. Of course Carolyn justifiably threw my double standard and jealousy back in my face -- as she had a right to -- when she found out about the affair.
While Carolyn forgave me, she didn't trust me for quite a while, and I can't blame her. She forgave me because she knows that I do love her and didn't love the bimbo I was fucking, we had little kids, she loves me, and I did everything I could to make it up to her.
I only have two complaints, which I should be able to live with considering how awesome Carolyn is. She doesn't like to give blow jobs, and won't do anal. One of the few times she was drunk, about two years ago, I tried anal on her and it didn't go well when she screamed at the first penetration and ran and locked herself in the bathroom. I ended up having to eat her pussy without getting fucked five straight times after that as penance. The pussy eating obviously was fun, especially when she had two or three orgasms each time. Not getting fucked afterward was the tough part, but considering my history and that I was really being a smuck in trying to fuck her ass while she was drunk, I grinned and bore it.
Reading some men's magazine a few months ago I inadvertently came across an article about a website for married cheaters. I went on the website and looked at the profiles of the women on it. Some of the things that they said in their profiles really intrigued me, such as "love to be corn-holed," and "BJ Queen." Somehow my little pea brain let my dick take over when I read some of the profiles and looked at some of the photos so I signed up. It required a credit card to sign up but the name that came on the credit card statement was very nondescript with no phone number, I handled the money in the house especially the credit card bill, and the website promised complete anonymity and would require anyone making an inquiry to first have a password.
I made up my own profile but didn't put down the real place I lived but rather a suburb of Chicago two over from my residence, and next to the suburb I work in. I listed a different eye and hair color and age, and of course didn't post a photo.
Despite the brazenness of many of the married women's profiles it wasn't the simplest thing in the world to hook up. Most were naturally skeptical since there undoubtedly were lots of perverts on the website, and some of the women's profiles didn't ring true.
After two months I had done lots of flirting under my screen name of Upforit but hadn't actually met any of the women. Finally I did meet one for an anonymous lunch but she was skittish and didn't have a very nice ass. Her ass was flat, not round like I wanted for anal, and she wasn't the sexual tiger she represented herself to be on the website.
Shortly after that dud meeting a new woman came on the site within my search criteria. Her screen name was Delilah-lite. That resonated with me because even though I'm not religious my parents were and I was exposed to the Bible in my early years and was intrigued by the story of Samson and Delilah. I was as intrigued by Delilah's complex character as much as by Samson's. At the costume party where I met my wife I was dressed as Samson and my date (who I never saw again after I met Carolyn) as Delilah.
Delilah-lite's profile was intriguing. It had everything I was looking for. Of course lots of things in profiles are puffery or just plain lies, but it sure looked good. I started communicating with Delilah-lite, adding her to a list of four or five others that I was trying to interest.
Things progressed a little better with Delilah-lite than the others, and in one communication I actually talked her into posting some photos on the site with the following exchange over a couple of days:
"So, Upforit, you want photos huh? I can't take the chance that my husband or anyone I know will see them so if I do post it will only be for fifteen minutes, and no face."
"I understand DL" (short for Delilah-lite). "Just tell me a time that they will be up and I'll be sure to be online then."
"You'll need to post photos too, Upforit."
"Can't risk my wife seeing them, DL, so the same conditions as your posting."
"That's fair Upforit. How about tomorrow between 4 and 4:15?"
