Yes-she-would - Yes, She Would

Sounds like a great plan.

An afternoon with him

After last weeks' session, Lisa couldn't wait to see him again. She's been gone six hours now :-)

I think it is important to acknowledge that ‘cheating’ is perhaps the wrong word here. She had sex with another man, you don’t say how many times but I would assume that it was more than a one-off, with your encouragement. I think that you should let her know you still love her, that you respect her and that you fully respect her right to enjoy sex with other men. She needed it, and thats why it happened.  It would be good for her to share what made her want to do it and what was the trigger for actually sleeping with another man. Also, why did she decide to stop? When you know, you can help her, encourage her and support her for next time. She needs to know it is OK to think about other men - all women do that - but that she’s special and you understand that her needs are important, and as her partner they are important to you.

Some additional thoughts - perhaps you can find out what she enjoyed most about her little ‘adventure’, and help her focus on that. How much she deserves to have it? 

Is the other guy still around? Have you explored whether she would still like to see him, but with your encouragement this time?

Has your girlfriend cheated?

Are you SURE she’s never cheated? I mean really, REALLY sure?

I’ve been with my girl now for many years, I used to almost beg her every time she went out to hook up with another guy. She would always refuse and tell me she loved me and only me.

Sure we would role play on occasion or she would jerk me off and make up a story about her sucking one of my friends cocks to make me cum. But when it came to ever following through it was always off limits.

I’d even leave early sometimes from parties and come home to jerk off to captions of cheating girlfriends, hoping that was what she was doing at the club. Peeking out the curtain at 4am as she was arriving home, hoping to catch a glimpse of her kissing some guy that walked her home. She would always arrive home alone though, climb into bed next to me and kiss me goodnight.

Sometimes she might jerk me off as she told me how she grinded up against a guy on the dancefloor or how someone asked for her number. I was always hoping one of the stories might lead to more, but she just said, sorry, I’m a good girl and I don’t do that sort of thing.

After many years I had pretty much given up on the idea, sure I would still encourage her, sometimes almost beg her to go out and be a slut. But deep down she had convinced me, that just wasn’t her, she just wasn’t that sort of girl.

I trusted her and she knew I wanted her to do it, so If she did I was sure she would tell me and, well, if she didn’t then I would just have to make do with tumblr captions and her sometimes flirting a little while she was out clubbing.

Then one day, a fairly normal Tuesday afternoon as we sat on the couch watching TV, a show came on about people cheating. As we watched, I could sense just a little, tiny hint of discomfort from her. I told her that if she ever had cheated, I would want to know, as not knowing would be so much worse. I could feel she was holding something back, my heart was racing as I kept questioning her, she denied it and said it was all in my head. But I could see her start to crumble, I could tell there was more to it than she was letting on.

My long term girlfriend of many years, who claimed to be a faithful and loving girl was on the brink of a confession. My heart was beating out my chest and my hands sweaty as I looked at her sheepish face, eventually she looked me in the eyes and said “fine, yes, I’ve cheated on you”.

A mix of emotions washed over me, anger, jealousy, curiosity, lust, passion, love, hate. But the undeniable fact was my cock was already getting hard.

I could feel the buldge in my pants grow as I told her to tell me everything. Her eyes swelled up with tears as she started to name the people, the places and all the slutty things she had done.

She wasn’t even done confessing to everything, but I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled my cock out and told her to get on her knees. She was crying and her eye makeup was streaking in black lines down her face. I told her to suck my cock as she confessed to everything, she bobbed her head up and down and took short breaks to tell me more details about all the times she cheated on me.

It didn’t take long for me to cum, I shot a huge load, spurt after spurt of cum all over her face. By the time I was done she was a mess of makeup and cum, it was in her hair, her eyes and dripping from her mouth down her chin. I wish now I had taken a photo, she looked like she had just been gangbanged by a group of guys – I’ve never seen her look so hot and slutty.

The first caption on this blog is when she admitted to fucking my friend, but before that this is how I properly found out my girl is a slut. I’m still madly in love with her and frankly, wouldn’t have her any other way. But for you guys sitting at home reading this, jacking off to all these tumblr captions, wishing your girl was the cheating slut in the photo, believing that she just “isn’t that type of girl” – be careful what you wish for, it just might be more real than you could ever imagine.

And in case you are wondering, yes this is a true story, it was quite a while ago now but I’ve recalled the details from memory as close to real events as possible. I’d love to hear feedback about what you guys think and if anyone else has been in a situation like this!

Nice to see my caps are spreading!

Her, him, and his big cock.

Time for a shopping trip!

We're making a night of it tonight with Rob, but before that we are going into town to buy some sexy knickers. Matt is paying!!

Lxx