Nepali Passion... How Cheating Can Get Too Risky

There would not be a single man alive, married or not, that
would have been able to resist.

I talk about the cheating from a very objective point of view. It is something I have under control; it is something I plan and find a special place for in my life. Well, that is how it might seem, and what I do try to achieve. But sometimes, something more might happen. Something I try to avoid at all costs is to have to concept of love come between the cheating and my regular life.
But once it hits, no matter how accidentally it might be, how do you get out of it? And do you want to?

I experienced this once. Even though I had been writing with this woman for a time, which was very casual, simple, and mostly because of friendship, we decided to meet. She knew I was married, I knew she was divorced, and we just wanted to meet. Nothing special. Well, nothing special... we had been talking about the lacking of passion in both our lives, and the need for a hug from someone.

But this certain Friday night, we decided to meet and we mentioned this little coffee place for the early evening. But halfway through the afternoon I notice the hesitation, and she called the meeting off, which might have been better anyway. So, I planned the evening alone at home, since my wife was away on a trip. Simply with a pizza and a movie, not doing anything that would be in any way productive.

Adorable, and quite close in
resemblance. Of course, this is not her.
But oh boy, does she bring back
memories.

But just before I settled in, she wrote me asking if I still might be willing to meet her. But since it was already getting later in the evening and the coffee place was closed. She wanted me to come by her place, but then, she did not feel completely comfortable with meeting a stranger at her place, which was totally fine with me. So she asked me to come to her town, and drive under her directions, and then meet here in front of her home.
And so I did. And in the total darkness, an hour later, I called her to mention that I should be somewhere nearby. She guided, and misguided me accidentally, a couple of times, but in the end I arrived, and saw this pretty woman standing outside, with her hands up, waving towards my car and holding a phone. I got out, we hugged, and she walked a little bit with me towards her apartment and guided me in.
We had a wonderful little talk, simple, honestly, and fun. About the things we talked prior to that evening, and why she suddenly wanted to back out, but in the end still decided to meet me. And it was simply a pleasant meeting in which we got to know each other.
Then, when we picked up our drinks and walked to her living room, she put the glasses aside, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. Simply mumbling barely audible, that she appreciated so much that I was there. I wrapped my arms around her, and we stood like that for a little while. Totally in silence, just a pleasant hug, quietly, safe. Then she looked up, and I looked into her eyes, almost as black as night, almost as black as her long thick wavy hair. Her slightly tinted skin, and it was then that I literally melted in her arms. And without a word being said, our lips touched, and I felt her small pointy tongue find a way to play with mine, and the kiss became long, passionate, something incredible.
While grasping for air, I whispered "I want you..." by which she immediately stopped kissing, looked at me again, and simply asked; "Do you mean that?". Of course I meant it, but I just nodded and everything happened incredibly fast. She dragged me to her sofa, pushed me down into it. Unbuttoned my pants and undid the tie and pulled my lose. Without looking away but gazing into my eyes she removed her black panties from under her dress and crawled on top of me on the couch. I felt her fingers finding my cock, keeping it straight up, and then felt her slide over me, het heat touching me so smoothly and moisty. We did not talk, and she laid her head in my neck and felt her hard breating while she pumped herself on top of me. Her wetness made it so very smooth, her tightness so incredibly sexy, and soon I noticed why she jumped me like that, as she came within the minute while riding me. I felt her squeeze hard with her pussy, the trembling and shaking, and then put my deep inside of her while she experienced the slowly slowing down impact of her orgasm.

Did this just happen to me? I looked at her. This woman was stunningly beautiful. As I mentioned in earlier post, looks usually are not that important to me, it is the sexiness, the lust that my lover has, that makes me so into her. But I could not deny, this woman, let's call her Sara, simply was incredible. And within minutes of walking in the door she threw me on the couch and fucked me? I was still hard as I could be, and after she caught a breath, she bend down a bit backwards, still me inside of her, and apologized for her behavior, but that she had not have any sex since her divorce which was 5 months prior to that.

But while she was explaining, she softly started rocking, keeping me inside, fucking me so tenderly while we were actually having a conversation. And I did not want it to end. And it did not. And she didn't either. She stood up, undressed herself completely, while I did the same thing, and we went into one of those rare nights with hours of sexual play. Sometimes foreplay, sometimes fucking, and sometimes simply laying in each other's arms.
She was so incredible, so delicious, so sexy, that I could not ever refuse her delicious behind. And while licking her, I noticed how she raised her hips, and pulling her butt-cheeks apart, and without hesitation I licked here there too, immediately responded with heavy moaning, especially when I had my finger slide into her too.
Our night of sex brought us throughout her whole apartment, ending eventually with her passionately riding me once again in front of the window, where she at last ignored my warning of me almost coming, and instead looked at me and increased the pace in which the fucked me, and had me this time ejaculate forcefully inside of her. After at least 4 hours of our sexual game we were both incredibly exhausted, and she lay next to me, and we held each other close, kissed softly, and just laid there, on the floor, with each other.

This night was not something normal. When I drove home, I also noticed I could not get her out of my mind. Not just sexually, but how she behaved, how she looked. Two weeks later, just after my birthday, we met again at her apartment. And this time, she opened the door wearing a gorgeous lingerie outfit, lacking the underwear, mentioning that this was my birthday present and she bought it just for me.

Another night of pure erotic pleasure followed, and this time, we made sure it was even more incredible than it already was. I could not forget her eyes, her smile, the soft voice, the exotic looks. I kissed her goodnight way in the early hours of the morning, and noticed how absolutely smitten I was by this lady from Nepal. And that got us both thinking, and she actually wrote me that this might not be good. She knew my situation, I knew hers, and what we could give each other was less than what we wanted to. I am glad she was that strong though. If she would have asked me for other nights, I would not have been able to resist. And it would have become a very dangerous game to play.
I would not be able to resist! I could not even get her out of my mind! And I know by now, even though I might appear to be so in control; we all know I am not.

Because we all know that no man is in control with sex if a woman is involved. Even the promise of sex just makes our thinking blurry. Even if we have the best of best intentions.
Yes, I know, we are the weaker of the sexes... but enjoying it.

It All Is About Sex

When your sex life gets boring... what can you expect?

As I have written in my earlier postings, I mention that my life as a cheater nowadays did not started happening because of lack of sex alone, but also because the lack of passion and affection in the marriage. It is not gone, it is just, not there. Does that make any sense? I think to a lot of you, who are in the same situation, it does, but a lot of people might not completely understand it.

My wife and I are crazy about each other. Married for a long, long time, I still cannot imagine myself being married to anyone else. The physical affection, the kissing, the sex, it is not, let's say, consumed. It is not that we have a loveless marriage, or that we are now simply good friends... no. We simply do not have it. It is like having a bag of rice in your pantry, but you don't eat it. It is there, but you don't eat it. Not because someone forgot about it, but because one of them just doesn't feel about eating rice. And you don't cook something special if you know the other doesn't feel like eating it.

That is different than having a loveless marriage that simply has no sex in it or any other kind of physical affection anymore. I would personally not call it a marriage anymore because every emotional reason to be connected to each other is gone.

So, two complete different categories. I am in the first. Which is also why the cheating is not completely without a feeling of guilt. And also, even though I mentioned not being a player, I might have to retract that statement. Because, well, I am looking for a woman with who to have an affair, not a one night stand. I want to love, be with someone, but like I said also in the text above, the love itself I find in my marriage. So, if I have to be honest, I might have to put myself a bit in the player field. And that, ehm... well... makes me being into it for... the sex.

I never thought I could be this shallow... :-)



No sex on the dining room table

Alright, I'd better confess up to it. Yes. I absolutely miss the sex. And everything with it. Sex for me is pure passion, love and lust. I want to be with a woman so intimately, as close to her as possible. I want to feel her, her heat, see her gorgeous body, lick her, fuck her, come inside of her. And not in a  quick way, no, I love to take the time, explore her body, have her explore mine. I love spontaneous sex, that the lust is so unbearable that you have to do it right there and then. Something, my wife and I do not have, and never had. Oh, we had that unbearable feeling of needing sex from each other right then and there but it never became spontaneous 'let-me-fuck-you-on-the-table' sex. No. The table is for eating, and she would never do it right there.

And... argh! That is what I would love! Having passionate sex, then and there, not worrying too much of where it is, what we might be doing there tomorrow, or what kind of juices might smear the carpet. I, for example, love the juicy kind of sex. My wife not so much. She calls me gross in that, I call it explicitly delicious. But then, sex is also not really possible for her anymore, without physical problems. And that is where the love plays a part in this. I don't want to bug her about sex, if I know that she does not really want it, but then also not really can.

And I have been with women that simply love the sex, that were so passionate, so incredible about it. One time with meeting the girl for the first time, a gorgeous Nepali woman, kissing within literally seconds when I walked through the door of her townhouse, and getting so passionate with kissing, that I whispered in her ear that I wanted her. She looked me straight in the eyes, said nothing, stood up, pulled down my pants, her panties, and kept my erect cock straight while she sat over it.

* spoiler alert - yes, without protection *

Now, let me get into that. There is no excuse, none whatsoever, that you don't wear a rubber as a guy when you cheat. Period. And for a woman, there is no excuse not to make him wear a rubber. You don't owe that to your self and your partner, but also to your spouse.
Still, I absolutely know very well why it doesn't happen so many times, because the passion is there, but also, it is so fucking good. Feeling the naked skin is so incredible. But I will go into that in deeper detail in my next posting.

 

Anyway, the sex with this wonderful woman, with who I had a 4 month affair, was absolutely amazing. That night our love making took four hours, and it simply was pure lust. And it was not just foreplay, or fucking, it was everything together. We simply could not stop, and the arousal was on such a high lever that we could not stop touching each other, even after all the orgasms we experienced that night. Just seeing her fingering herself after I had come inside of her, immediately turned me on again. And we did it in every room of her little townhouse. The couch, the dinging room table, the floor, the bed, the bath... she probably had to dry-clean every single shred of cloth in her house after that night.

But that is what I meant, the thing that I was so lucky to experience. The sex that was so intense. So amazing.

So, yes, I will admit. I am shallow, and fuck, I absolutely am looking for sex. Not just with anyone, mind you! But, yes, absolutely looking.