Several years ago I had a toxic gf who introduced me to the world of paying for sex after we paid to have a girl rub me off in a massage parlour while we were getting massaged beside each other. After that relationship I spiralled from hand jobs into full on sex with random girls online as well as escorts etc. I had some incredible sex and loved the variety of women I got to see and fuck. I got into such a rut of meeting escorts and masseuses that when I met my now wife I carried on fucking others behind her back, even after we got engaged. Me and her would talk such filth (long distance) that I was horny 24/7 so it made me hornier and go fuck girls more. We then got married months later and unfortunately, one small miss on my part meant she discovered my secret life on my phone 3 days after we got married. She even spoke to oke of the prossies. Despite this, she stayed with me, not sure why or how. I tried counselling and other things but I couldn't get enough of the variety and spontaneity of seeing and touching various girls. I denied myself sex with more but continued with happy ending and body to body massages even after marriage. One day I went for what I thought was a massage and ended up fucking the masseuse as she got horny after seeing how "handsome" I was. Ended up fucking my wife only 2 hours later. I felt like such a cunt but the joy of multiple women still plays on my mind too much. I still meet random girls but not for sex, maybe a hj or bj at most but still go for happy ending massages. Do I need help? I'm a real perv. I would fuck my wife's sisters at the drop of a hat if I could but she knows I'm a horny pervert and doesn't like me talking to them. I also don't want to ruin the marriage because she is a really a good girl. Am I a real cunt? Any advice or thoughts?

I confess that, years ago, I messed with a coworker so often that I may have caused some mental damage. I was in my low 30's and he was about 21 and was new at our firm. His name was Kenny. We became pretty good friends and would hang out from time to time. Not sure who instigated the pranks, but it was on. I guess I exploited his inexperience and was always one step ahead of him. One night, we were on my front porch and he reminded me of just how many things that I did to him. Most of them I had forgotten and have since forgotten again.
I do remember when he and I, along with another friend, went to a bar. We were playing billiards when a cute dishwater blonde came through the door. She sat at the bar and Kenny couldn't take his eyes off of her and continuously spoke of how cute she was. I went over to the bar and told her I needed a partner in a game of pool. So we played against the two friends. Kenny became even more intrigued with her. Later, she and I went back to the bar for a beer. Kenny naturally followed and stayed close to our conversation, although he couldn't hear it. I took advantage of his eagerness to join the conversation by fabricating flaws about him to her and then pull him into the conversation at the precise moment. For instance, I told her that he was a little slow and that he was in Special Education classes in high school because of those mental issues. I added that Mrs. Dothard was his Special Ed. teacher. At that moment, I turned to him and asked "Kenny, you know Mrs. Dothard don't you?". Again, his eagerness to join the conversation led him to lean in and reply "Yeah, yeah. yeah!". I went on like that for about an hour. When I told him the next day at work just what I was doing, he was both embarrassed and a little pissed.
I also remember that I would keep some candy on my desk at work and Kenny would go to my desk and eat some of it when I would leave the room from time to time. One day I sprayed some M&M's candy with hairspray, put it back in the opened bag and placed it on the filing cabinet. I pretended to go to the restroom, turned and walked back in the office. I caught him halfway from my desk to his, spitting out M^M's.
I introduced Kenny to a lot of classic rock and roll that he had never heard. So he liked to ride out to my place and listen to my albums. Only after 4:20. For you younger generation, music used to be recorded on vinyl discs called albums. I bought an album cleaning brush from Kenny. He placed a small sheet of paper in the brush case that read "FOOL", which was his nickname for me. I played an album the first night that I had the brush and found the note. He asked me every day at work if I had listened to an album the night before. I always replied "No, too busy". He followed me home one Friday after work to chill and listen to music. As we walked in the door, he tells me to put on an album. I made up something that I had to do first and for him to play one and I would play the next. I insisted he use the brush. When he did, he found my note that read "FUCK YOU".
I did other things, but I will end with this one. Kenny's car broke down and he needed to sell quickly. I gave him the name of a guy I know who owns a wrecker service, plus buys and sales used cars. Kenny contacted him and the wrecker guy offered him $400.00 dollars, sight unseen, for the car. Knowing the nature of the wrecker guy and how he would react, I told Kenny to call the guy back and tell him you want to shop the price. "He will offer you more money", I told Kenny. He did and the wrecker guy's response was "Good luck" and he hung up the phone. A month later, Kenny paid the same guy $100.00 to haul off the car.

My husband is in jail, for a really serious crime, and the odds are, that he might never go out, or that we will both be 80 when he does, so it is the same thing. For starters, I am not banned to see anyone else, so, I can do whatever I want, but when you are left alone in your 40's, after almost 15 years of marriage, it is not that easy to come back to dating, or even to the idea of having sex with someone else.

So I started exploring the online world of erotica, and ended up here. I know that these boards can sometimes be over the top, and not always truthful, but there is more reality in these, than in any other form of online forums, or stories, and I found that the written word is the only thing that made my body react to erotica. Confessions made me think about things I never dared contemplate, let alone try.

There was this built up tension inside of me, that just came bursting out one day. On my second, or third night out, after more than a year of him being locked up, a young man showed interest in me. I still look good, but I never thought that someone so young, in his early 20's, would react to me. Spent the night drinking, and even when my friends left, I stayed with "the hip crowd". Loved the attention, the flirting, everything. We all ended up in someones apartment, couple of guys, a few girls they had with them, and as the night was coming to an end, I was left alone, with the guy who was showering me with attention, and one of his friends.

He flat out told me, that they want to fuck me. I remember my knees shaking, and telling to myself - "just don't think about it". I wanted it.

I was on top of him, his friend on the other end. Double penetration was something I read about, but never thought possible in real life. It felt so good, cumming through the pain, that now I figure, that there is nothing more intense, one can live through. Neither of them used condoms, but were kind enough to finish outside.

After coming back home, I had mixed emotions. Shame, and joy, guilt and pleasure. Decided not to overthink this, and continued seeing my guy. This lasted for about a year, but never again did his friend join us, and we never really spoke of it. In the end, we parted ways, and the thing is, that all that time, every night I was with him, I wished for one of his friends to be there, as well.

It all started one day when we were doing DD role play and my stepdad messaged me. I have him with a special ring tone so we both knew it was him.  My husband joked that he felt me calling him…I ignored his  my stepdads message but I was really horny thinking about him messaging me while I am doing this.  My husband was extra hard as well.  He told me to answer him while he ate my out so I did and it was so intense I came just about immediately.  I continued DM him while I was moaning daddy.  It was crazy he sent me a few emojis and I sent him back a few hearts and told him I was just thinking of him to which he responded that he was too.  Since that time as soon as he or I message I get wet.  One time I spoke o him on the phone as my hisband ate me out I could not talk properly but managed a few minutes.