Wornout

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  1. I understand, I brought it up to my boyfriend and it was exciting for a little while romancing the thoughts. But ended in paranoid actions and distrust and I hadn't even tluched anyone

  2. Me too! Very similar story. I don't feel I can bring it up with my husband, he'd get suspicious and paranoid about every platonic relationship I have so it's just not worth it. We have a lovely life together but it's getting harder to be with him physically.
  3. She found an excuse to find me; she knew I'd be in the room alone. As it was so hot that day, I just had on a white vest and linen trousers and I'd taken off my shoes. I had my back to the door when I sensed it open. I also sensed that it would be her; I'd seen the way she'd looked at me that day. I'd seen her scanning my tits and I knew I'd probably been in her filthy dream last night. Today, I could tell that she was horny and that looking at me was making her wet. I didn't turn around immediately, I waited for her to say something. "What you doing?" was what she said eventually. "Nothing much", I said, stating the obvious. I turned now to meet her cheesy grin. Returning her smile, she blushed now, realising that she didn't really have much to say, or any idea how to make more conversation. Feeling brave and sure of myself that day, I reached behind her and closed the door. She looked panicked; what was I going to do? It has been a long time since she'd had a girl touch her, having been married to a guy for the best part of 20 years. What if someone catches us? "Relax" I said. I ran my hand through her hair and stroked her face. Coming in closer now we locked eyes; I could smell her perfume. My nipples were hard and my clit was throbbing; I whispered in her ear "how much do you want me", whilst slowly unfastening the top button of her shirt. She didn't speak but as I moved closer her breathing became heavier and heavier until I reached inside the cup of her bra to feel her soft warm breast, when she let out a quiet moan. Reaching down with my mouth I licked her nipple while she watched me intently. As I did so, she undid the top button of her jeans, gradually pulling down the zipper and finding her hard clit with her middle finger. She was so hot down there and her hand so cold, she knew it wouldn't take very long before she made it. But I wasn't having that. I took a step back. Still looking at each other, grins having now been replaced by lust, I let her watch me strip; first the vest, then slowly my bra. I enjoyed her watching me as she continued to touch herself. I reached inside my underwear too and we watched each other finger ourselves for what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only a minute. I pulled the clothes on my bottom half down around my ankles and turned around, keeping her eye contact all the time. "I need you to fuck me" I said leaning forward over a desk, my tits now resting on the cold surface. Her eyes, afraid but excited were beautiful, green and bright and soulful. She stroked my ass, and I spread my legs wider. She took her wet fingers from her own pussy and put them into mine; it felt incredible. In and out and sliding her fingers around my clit, I could feel my wetness starting to drip down the insides of my thighs, my whimpering and moaning get louder and more and more intense until I have to hold my breath for the biggest climax I've ever felt. My legs tensing up I squirted hard against her hand. I came so hard, I could barely see the look of satisfaction on her face. Once the trembling subsided, I noticed that she'd fingered herself at the same time and was so close. I locked eyes with her and squeezed my tits as I watched her bring herself off. I knew that I'd just brought her dream to life.
  4. Terrible isn't it.
  5. I feel like the OP. I don't want to hurt a lovely man, or ruin my children's happy life. I think as soon as I tell him, the marriage is over. I don't want to lose him as he's my best friend, but I don't really want to have sex with him. I feel really sad about it.
  6. You sound just like me. I haven't told my husband either, I think if I did that would be the beginning of the end of our marriage. I love him very much, just not quite as much physically nowadays.
  7. I found from 35 I was horny all the time. 37 now, hope it stays around;)
  8. I'm in exactly same situation. It still hurts but it's slowly getting better.
  9. I don't think I'd send it. I've thought about doing this countless times, but I know I cannot get her to feel like I want her to feel. You want this woman to tell you she feels like you do and you want her to be hurting too, I know. But she doesn't. If she feels anything for you then let her be the one to get in touch. It's awful having your heart broken, but give it some time and rise above this.
  10. Well, I heard nothing from her for 10 days, then one afternoon a message to say she missed me. I played it cool, said I was fine, now nothing again for the last few days. Ugh. I'm starting to feel a bit better about things but I'm still hung up on her. I'm not going to push for anything, she knows where I am if she wants me. It's a shame, that's all.
  11. My long term crush from work finally revealed she had feelings for me too on my last day in my job that I left pretty acrimoniously. When we said our goodbyes, she said she'd probably never see me again. And I feel sick. Yesterday was the worst day ever, and this was the final kicker. I don't know where to begin to get over this. I have a family and a husband who know nothing of this and carrying on as if nothing has happened is hurting a lot. I can't sleep or eat properly and I've been on antidepressants for a while. I don't know what advice I'm looking for- I just don't know how much more I can take this year. Where do I find the strength to get back up? How do I move on and try and make a success of my life?