Ok, so I have a few questions after I "confess."

I have a fiance wo is at this point 6 months pregnant, and is thoroughly uninterested in any type of physical contact other than say a hug or quick kiss on the lips.

It is driving me completely insane, because our sex life before was amazing(3-4) times a day. Our doctor has said that her sex drive would return after the birth if it didn't during the 2nd trimester(which it hasn't). I have gotten pity sex twice since we found out she was pregnant, which I ddon't enjoy as much because she tells me beforehand that she feels bad and wants to "help me," then just lays there and I catch her starng into sace or watching T.V. IT WAS NEVER LIKE THAT BEFORE! So I have started to get quite a bit self conscious because of theae things, and it has been messing with me head.

Serious side note: She does not like me watching porn, and doesn't want to assist with pictures/video of her own. I have a terrible imagination and cannot achieve orgasm without visual stimulation. She knows this and promised I could take pics months ago, but has never let me actually do it even though I have asked.

So i basically have not been able to "finish" myself in about 4 months, and it is starting to get to me. She wanted me to wear my wedding ring(which men do not usually do before the wedding) because girls hit on me a lot. The problem has come from the ring actually. Since I put it on, it seems like girls at work are practically throqing themselves at me. It may be because I make good money and my fiance is a house-fiance(lol), but these hot little 18-23 year olds are making blunt comments to me about things they'd do with 5 minutes alone in a closet or stairwell with me.

The meat of this confession, is that I feel terrible for thinking it because I love my fiance and would never cheat on her, but I have been picturing in my head at work what it would be like to fuck one of the cute little blondes over my desk. She's 18(I'm 27) and always wears either extremely tight spandex or little skirts. The other day she actually started talking about her underwear then pulled her skirt up and showed me her thong following with "oops, i forgot you were in here for a second."

It's getting quite ridiculous, I feel terrible for having these thoughts, so I had a few questions as previously mentioned.

1.) Is this normal for somene who is devoted to staying faithful and loves their spouse?

2.) Do I tell my fiance how these girls are acting, and act disgusted with it?

3.) Do I try to transfer to a new floor/building?

So my story happened quite a long time ago way back in 1983 so sorry no pictures, I wish I had some but only have my memories. I had just turned 18 and back then I was a walking hard on. My best friend Jim had joined the Army and that left his mum all alone, he made me promise to look in on her at least once a week to make sure she was doing ok and not lonely. For the first few weeks everything was normal I would go visit and have a coffee and chat. I was at a loose end one Sunday Morning and I popped over a little after 8am. She answered the door and well she was just out the shower and was only wearing a towel. For the first time I really noticed she was in fact very sexy. She went into the kitchen and put the kettle on I asked if I could use the toilet she laughed and said OK but as long as I didn't mind the mess. I got in there and on the floor was her underwear. Now I have always loved dirty panties and I loved sniffing and licking my sisters so when I saw hers I couldn't stop myself. They were still a little wet and my god made me rock hard licking them. I went to the kitchen and we had a chat and a coffee all the time she was just in a towel. She asked me if I could come and help her decorate her bedroom? I said yes and asked when she wanted me to do it. I had grown up helping my dad do that so was quite good at it. She said that next week would be good so I said I would come on Monday morning.
I turned up at 8am Monday morning and again she was just out the shower this time the towel was much smaller and as I followed her up the stairs I looked up and got an eyeful of her bare ass and pussy. My cock had a mind of its own and got rock hard. she turned round and without missing a beat asked me if I liked what I saw? All I could do is nod, we got to her room and she turned to me grabbed me and kissed me. She pulled away and told me to strip, this was not a choice for me she gave me an order and I did as I was told. As I pulled my shorts down my cock stood out rock hard she smiled and let her towel fall. OMG her body was beautiful, her breasts were small but nipples were sticking out, and her pussy had some hair on it but not a lot. She asked me if I was a virgin? And I am sad to say I was, she took my hand and said that was going to change. She got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth and started licking it. I didn't last long and shot my cum in her mouth, but being 18 my cock didn't even go very soft, she lay on her back and told me to fuck her. I did as I was told and again didn't last very long I told her I was about to cum and she grabbed my ass and pulled me close and I let go and filled her pussy with my cum.
She told me to get dressed and go but to come back that evening.
I went back that night just after 7pm She was naked when she answered the door and we never even made it out of the hall. I fucked her hard and fast again cumming inside her. We sat on the couch and she said She wanted me to visit at least once a day from now on. By the end of that first week I must have fucked her about 20 times.
Then on the Sunday she asked If I knew any girls who could join us? I laughed and said sorry but she said not to worry and that she had a friend. She said not to come till next week back then I didn't understand why but I now know she was about to go on her period.
I got a call that week from my friend asking if I was taking care of his mum, I almost let it slip just how I was taking care of her lol

The following week we fucked every day and she told me to come over on the Saturday and she had a surprise for me
I will tell you all about it later

I have been present at the boards for quite some time. Got introduced to this, by my first bf. He was an open book, regarding sex, and inexperienced as I was, I thought all men are, especially since I met him at 24, and before that had zero, but really, zero experience.

I am a bit chubby, so I felt unwanted, but he changed the way I looked at myself. When our thing ended, I thought I would die, but I didn't, bounced back, got married, and I was here all the time, except for a little break I took after the wedding, since I felt bad. Why? Because my husband is a closed book, regarding these things, and all my efforts to hint on something, hit a wall.

Then, my boss started hitting on me. I confessed to him, immediately, but he was pretty cold. He started promising me promotion, I told him that as well, but he just said "good". I feared that he might want something from me, and responded with "we all have to kiss ass to get ahead". When he told me I am going to a conference with him, his response was "good, he obviously want to promote you". Told him flat out, that I think he will make a move, on which he just waved me off.

I ended up fucking him, at that conference, confessed to my husband, as soon as I got back. He didn't look pissed, but he did come out of the room, only to be back within minutes. Asked me a few questions:

"Did he wear a condom?"
"No"
"Where did he cum?"
"In my mouth."
"Did you swallow?"
"I had to"
"Did it feel good?"
"No, it felt bad."

We had the best sex of our lives that night, after my confession. He was quiet for a few days, but eventually told me he forgives me, but that I have to stop that with him, and that it can't happen ever again.

Boss was ok with it, and I got my promotion, but the most funny thing in all of this is, that I felt my husband was pushing me into his arms, that he got the kick out of it happening, but that in the end, common sense took over, and he wanted it ended.

Am I wrong, or am I reading this the right way?

Did you ever have a role model in life, someone you look up to, and who makes you jealous?

I did.

In hs, I had this friend, popular blonde, very beautiful, and she was my best friend, and still is, to this day, but she is not the one - her older sister. Also a blonde, very beautiful, but since she is two years older than us, I always wanted to be like her, to attract men she does, to dress the way she does, act and conduct myself, like she does.

I wanted to be her.

By all objective standards, I do look good, some would argue very good, but I always felt that I came too short, comparing to her.

All this, pretty much ruined my sex life. My bfs were all, not good enough, since I couldn't imagine that she would be with them. Later on in life, all this is responsible for thousands of dollars, I left to my therapist, trying to get rid of this infatuation with her.

First stupid thing I did, was to have sex with her college bf. We had sex in his car. She somehow found out about his affair, and dumped him. I was 100% sure she knew it was me, but no, he actually had no idea that we were friends.

While we did it, I felt like her, and it gave me the best orgasm in my life.

After that, since, you figured out by now that we stayed close after hs and college (I was a maid of honor on her sister's wedding), she started dating this big guy, and it looked pretty serious. But men will be men, and after just a few signs I threw his way, he made his advance. We had sex for over a year. That was a great time, and the sex was amazing, once again. We did everything, anal, dress up, role play, everything. But, the catch was, that after a year or so, he told me he wants to leave her, for me.

That was the best feeling in the world, but... I panicked, and just cut any ties with him. Once again, I thought she will find out. No, he just left her, without any explanation.

That is the point in which I started therapy, and after some while, managed to distance myself from all that craziness. In the mean time, she met a man she later married.

I evaded her, and everything around her, until their wedding day. He was dreamy - tall, handsome, successful.

That day, I hooked up with the best man, just because he was his best friend, and it turned into a relationship.

For seven years, I was with this man, and I was thinking of another. That sent me into a spiral of sexual deviance (I am here, am I), and fantasy. Since he was his best friend, and I was a good friend of hers, we started spending lots of time together. I didn't wanna do anything, not even try - special thanks to my therapist - but it was just pouring out of me. We would go to vacations together, and I would, for instance ,sunbathe topless, in front of them, even though I never did that before. I would wait for the right moment, to ask him, when we were left alone, to rub in some sunscreen on me. Besides vacation, I would do similar stuff, just to point his attention towards me. He didn't even look at me, I was totally uninteresting to him.

After our evenings together, we would go home and have the greatest sex ever, all because I was thinking of him, while being with my bf. After a while, I even introduced a dildo in our sex, I was riding it, while sucking him off, or sucking it, while my bf fucked me, imagining that he was with us.

Somewhere along the way, in therapy, we realized that I have shifted my obsession from her, to him, fully. I started detesting her, hating her, with all the bad things going through my mind.

Then, one evening, he told all of us that he has some problems at work, and that he can't find a trustworthy assistant. Without thinking, I offered myself. Everyone loved the idea - who can he trust, if not one of his wife's closest friends.

Maybe a month after I started working for him, I dumped my bf. It was just me and him, all day long, my time is coming.

Only it didn't. I did all I could, wearing a short skirt, showing a glimpse of garters, only to be warned that I must dress more formally. Same happened with wearing no bra on a white shirt - not professional. I gave my best, but he just wasn't interested.

This went on for years, and years, and my sex life was non existent, residing on the web of fantasies, I was living off.

I met a man, from a nearby town, with whom I started having casual sex, and, I ended up pregnant. I found out early, two weeks in. Told him, and he asked me to move in with him, asking me to marry him. I said yes, without thinking, but after further insight by my therapist, we all agreed, it was the only way for me to heal, and that that would be possible only if I go as far as possible, and cut all of them out of my life.

I have announced the news to them, gave in my two weeks notice, and they were both happy for me. She asked me to promise that we won't become strangers, and that we will visit each other.

The last day in the office, he stayed late, so did I. When I entered his office, he was surprised that I haven't left sooner, and I said something like "not without saying goodbye".

He stood up to hug me, and I kissed him. He backed off, surprised, but when I tried it again, he did the same.

Couldn't beleive it! After all the bending over, teasing, unbuttoned shirts, he didn't even get it. I grabbed his crotch, and he was hard as hell, so I just got on my knees, and started unbuttoning him. I didn't plan on kissing him, it just happened, but this, in my crazy logic, I wanted to leave him no choice, because, what man would refuse that from a beautiful woman.

He was holding one of my hands, but I put his cock in my mouth. He said something like, "no, please", but then I started thrusting hard, swallowing it all. At that point he gave in, and enjoyed.

I was so wet, I thought I would leave a puddle on the floor. It was surreal. When he came in my mouth, I swear to God, I came, handsfree, fully dressed.

He looked like he got tossed around by a hurricane.

"What a hell was this?"he finally asked.
"Nothing you should worry about, I am moving and getting married."

And that was the end of it. Two days later, we moved, and I never saw them again. It has been more than five years. She called me a couple of times, but I didn't answer, and after a while she got the message.

I have healed. This confession is kind of a burden dumping, since I can't tell this to anyone else, except my new therapist. I still have leftovers from that life, I visit this place, and there is a dildo in our bed room, but his face is not there any more.

I understand that this can be a bit overwhelming, but it is what it is. You can judge me, I get that, many poor choices are behind me, but are we even human, if we have none of those.