I have been a bull and have had ladies/mistresses who are cheating on their partners. All very exciting but the need that gnaws away at me is to be cheated on by my girlfriend. I have been cheated on before by my present partner (not my girlfriend) and it was really distressing yet mindblowingly exciting. I felt like I was alive.
My girlfriend has offered to have sex with other men which is exciting but it never happens. We did watch a couple having sex once and she sucked him off but they weren't the most exciting people really. Well, he wasn't. When she was out a few years ago she texted me and asked if she could bring a man home who was chatting her up. We don't live together. She had had a lot to drink. I of course said yes and it was wonderful when I saw her the next day. I felt disgustingly rude for her. Nothing has happened since and I wish she would cheat on me with someone she really likes. He could be her regular lover (hard to deal with but I would be agreeable).
My point is that, and I'm sure there are others who agree, the need is more than a desire. It eats into you and it's hard to concentrate on other things, it being on my mind most of the time. It's like your sexual orientation is being wrongly denied almost as it was for gays years ago.
I would love to watch or not watch - equally exciting in different ways. When this horrible virus time is over - soon I hope - I must make it happen. To see her or imagine her in her fishnet body stocking having quality sexual time with another male and loving it would be mind blowing. I know that it all hinges from my love for her.
My girlfriend has offered to have sex with other men which is exciting but it never happens. We did watch a couple having sex once and she sucked him off but they weren't the most exciting people really. Well, he wasn't. When she was out a few years ago she texted me and asked if she could bring a man home who was chatting her up. We don't live together. She had had a lot to drink. I of course said yes and it was wonderful when I saw her the next day. I felt disgustingly rude for her. Nothing has happened since and I wish she would cheat on me with someone she really likes. He could be her regular lover (hard to deal with but I would be agreeable).
My point is that, and I'm sure there are others who agree, the need is more than a desire. It eats into you and it's hard to concentrate on other things, it being on my mind most of the time. It's like your sexual orientation is being wrongly denied almost as it was for gays years ago.
I would love to watch or not watch - equally exciting in different ways. When this horrible virus time is over - soon I hope - I must make it happen. To see her or imagine her in her fishnet body stocking having quality sexual time with another male and loving it would be mind blowing. I know that it all hinges from my love for her.