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Diary of a frustrated husband (Part 3)
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This is an ongoing story and if you'd like to, you can read the first two parts here, https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1464289
Thu, June 27th 2019
The email from Fedex was there when I woke up. Andy would be with me between eleven and two this afternoon with Janine, my new lady.
Kate hardly said a word over breakfast although she did ask why I wasn’t at work as she usually leaves after me. I just said I felt like I needed a day to sort the spare room out.
Kate said not to expect her in at normal time as she was going out with friends after work but wouldn’t be too late. I know what she means by that and guess what, two can play at that game.
I did sort some more of the room out when she went to work and I made some space under the bed for the new doll.
She came just after twelve o’clock and I had her out within ten minutes, cleaning her down and taking her cellophane off. She needed a good wash and the guys on the love doll forum had recommended baby wipes so I used them. I gave her cunt and arse a good clean out too. Felt horny as fuck having her lying there on the bed in the spare room on a towel finger fucking her pussy and arse with soapy water. She feels really life like but to be honest, by the time I had carried her up the stairs and got her on the bed, I was a bit fucked as she is heavier than she looks. It was fine when I had where I wanted her though.
Found myself talking to her as I was cleaning her. Thought it was a bit mad while I was doing it but she is so life like it almost seems like I had to ask permission before I shoved my fingers inside her or grabbed her tits. The paperwork recommended a 36GG bra for her and I lay on the bed beside her, looking for one on my phone but they are rare as hen’s teeth. Might leave that for a bit.
Took a couple of pics of her and tried to decide what to do first with her.
I spent more time cleaning her and fitting her wig and posing her than I did naked beside her. It felt good to have another person here who will just lie naked beside me and not judge me or make me feel like a pervert for wanting sex.
I didn’t even fuck her once but I did wank over her face while she looked up at me and in my head she was asking if I wouldn’t mind if she fucked other men while I watched and again, in my own head, I said yes.
I think I might be going off it. I might have lost it but I’ll tell you what, I felt a sense of peace and centredness I haven’t felt in a long time after I had cum over those 36GG titties and Janine just lay there and took it. I even leaned down and gave her a little peck on the lips and said thank you but she tasted a little weird so I think I might get some fruit flavoured lip balm before I kiss her again.
Had Janine tucked safely away out of sight well before Kate got home.
I might have read too much into it but she knocked on the door to the spare room before she said good night through the door and I said goodnight back. I don’t think we are going to be sharing the same bed for a while.
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over a year ago
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Developing nicely  |
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Still loving this. So creative and it has enough of a story for me to empathise with the characters.
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
Gloucester |
Not sure what to think  Is he going to create a couples profile with the fuck doll? |
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By *ippa 63TV/TS
over a year ago
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Excellent. Very gripping story. |
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Fri, 28 Jun 2019
Woke up in much better mood. Feel like I am back in control.
Out the door before Kate was up.
Making plans for what I want to do next. Browsed Fab on my dinner break. Feels less urgent to me now. Don't feel like I need to meet a couple.
Thinking of making Janine my whore this weekend. Make her a cock hungry slut, like Kate isn't.
Kate was downstairs in front of Love Island all night.
Pulled Janine out as quiet as I could and straightened her up and posed her like a dirty little whore on the bed like my fantasy.
My cock got really hard knowing Kate was just downstairs, browsing her phone while I wanked over Janine up here.
I slapped her tits a bit and bent her legs up so I could fuck her.
Went to slide in and it felt really cold and rubbed really badly so I spat in her cunt and slid inside her again. Felt warm and wet this time. I fucked her really quietly, swearing at her under my breath so Kate couldn't hear. Spunked so much in her cunt for the first time it made my head spin.
Had a bit too much post-nut clarity when I opened my eyes and saw it lying there.
It wasn't sexy Janine I had just fucked, it was a rubber doll. It was an 'it', not a 'she'. My cock look battered to fuck but I had emptied my balls and I went in the shower.
The doll's hole took some cleaning out when I got back. Got a bit paranoid about getting all the jizz out but I managed and stuck it back under the bed.
Had a can alone in the garden watching the sun go down and thought about how different it was with the doll. I had fucked it and it had done the job but it was different. Maybe I just need to get used to it.
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Sat, 29 Jun 2019
Woke in a good mood.
Immediately thought about the doll under the bed and she was starting to feel like a woman to me again. Maybe that's how it works. You see it more and more as a woman as you get your drive back and when you cum in it, it goes back to being something you can easily slide back under the bed. Feels less complicated than a real woman. What am I saying. That's lazy. Real women are hard work but ehy're worth it. I do love Kate but she just doesn't see I have needs.
Kate was in the garden when I came down for breakfast.
I felt like I smelled of the sex doll. I didn't of course. But I had a secret now.
That's the thing with that meet last week. I didn't have to lie about meeting that couple because I didn't meet them in the end but I did fuck a sex doll last night while Kate was in the same house and that made me feel like I had something to hide now. It felt wrong. Exciting, but wrong.
Didn't stop me gong back up in the afternoon and pulling her out when Kate went to see her parents.
Posed her a couple of ways and took some pics. By the time I got round to fucking her, I was a bit fucked myself - she is heavy to move around.
Fucked her as a dirty little housewife who needed cock but her husband didn't have any interest. Because I knew I had the house to myself, the more I got into it, the more I spoke to her and the more I did that, the harder my cock got until I fucked her hard again, switching between the arse hole and the cunt hole and imagining she was panting and begging me to stop until I spunked in her arse hole, clutching her tight and just lying there on top of her for a good two minutes after I came.
It felt mechanical again, after I got off it. It lay there with my cum oozing out and all I could think about was fetching a cloth and some anti-bacterial to wash it's holes out.
Chilled as fuck after I put it back under the bed though.
Sat in the garden and had a can, browsing Fab and thinking about how easy life feels when you get to fuck the way you need it.
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Feel sorry for you having to turn to a plastic doll we all have needs and you must be in a difficult place even when when I was in a challenging place for me I don’t think a doll would have helped think it would actually have made things worse especially as a ladies reaction is such an important part to me - persevere with Fab I can confirm great meets are possible although it does take effort and time
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Sun, 30 Jun 2019
Kate went out with a friend for lunch and didn't get back until nine at night. I think that says a lot. I asked if she had a good time rather than who she was with. She replied in a nice tone rather than the harsh tone she uses if I ask her who she was with. I think we are on the same page now. It's starting to feel like we're sharing the house.
After the last month or so, I am more used to the idea we might split up. Even started thinking about who would keep the house. It's in both our names so I guess I would buy her out.
Makes it easier to have the doll though. I could even move on to someone who likes sex. A real woman. There must be women out there who actually want lots of sex. There a lot on Fab at least.
Janine the doll was back to being sexy. This afternoon, she was Janine who had just split from her husband and needed a room to stay in but she had no money so had to pay in kind with sex three times a week. But she liked it rough and needed to be pinned down and fucked hard, really hard and have her tits slapped. This all eveloved after I got my cock in her but it was great fun and I came like it was the first time, again.
I think something in me needs to be over-the-top with sex to feel masculine again. I would never have fucked Kate like this. And I never used to look at the sort of porn I have been watching lately or thinking about buying sex dolls.
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Mon, 01 Jul 2019
Message from Kate while I was at work, saying we needed to talk. Nothing more than that.
She had a face like thunder when I got in the house. I didn't expect that. I expected maybe a talk about how things were getting out of hand, with a softer approach.
She started out by asking how long I had 'that thing' under the bed in the spare room.
I was shocked and disgusted with myself as the realisation hit she had found the doll.
Her straighteners had broke and she had gone looking for her old ones and found the doll and said she thought I had hidden a body at first but then saw what it was and it all made sense why I had been all weird and wanting sex all the time and was I some sort of sexual deviant and that I needed help.
She told me she couldn't look at me and left the house.
She is still out.
She isn't answering messages either.
Came up to the spare room and checked the doll over. It looks okay. It's not like she dragged it out and set it on fire or anything.
Pulled the doll out and lay beside it for a bit.
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By *usie pTV/TS
over a year ago
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Lol oh fooking hell, don't know why this tale is making me laugh there is one heck of a lot of truth in it lol. |
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By *olarMan
over a year ago
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It’s so hard to read. I’m feeling pity sympathy anger and a need to support this guy and help him move on with a better life. |
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By *usie pTV/TS
over a year ago
taunton |
LOl I don't think you need to take it too seriously |
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I for one I’m still enjoying this  |
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Tue, 02 Jul 2019
Kate's stuff was gone from the bedroom when I got home from work.
She messaged to say she had gone back to her mam's house.
Pleased in a way because it means I don't have to act the way she wants for a while. That's if she ever comes back. Not really that fussed.
I miss her around because the house feels empty but I don't miss her judging me.
Logged into Fab but I had left it on our old joint profile and we had a message from a local guy who was off work that morning and wanted to play. I told him we weren't playing any more and he replied about it being a shame because he really needed to 'empty his nuts' in his words. Proper charmer.
He asked if I wanted a wank buddy?????
I had never heard of a wank buddy.
Seems it's when two blokes go to one of their houses and watch porn and just wank in the same room. Sometimes they use their wife's worn knickers but seeing as Kate wasn't there, I thought about letting him use hers and sure enough when I got home she had two pairs in the laundry and they were a few days old so they were nice and smelly too.
So he came round at night and we sat in the front room and I tried to connect to a site on the big telly but none of the site's would cast so he suggested xvideos and that one worked. It was weird but it felt good. We each had a pair of her knickers and he used them by wrapping them around his cock while he watched the pron where as I normally just sniff them and close my eyes. Was interesting to see how another bloke did it.
He asked if she was likely to come home and I lied and said she was away for a few days but I had something upstairs if he wanted to look so I took him upstairs and showed him the doll.
He was amazed and asked if he could have a turn fucking it and I said he could as long as he used a jonny so I posed her on the bed and I watched while he fucked her and we swore at her for being a dirty little bitch, letting strangers come around and fuck her and it almost felt like I was sharing Kate.
I didn't cum in front of him because I didn't get a chance but it felt good seeing her used by another guy.
Fell asleep straight after wanking over it's face and tits and calling it all the dirty whores again.
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
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This is strangely compelling. But i want to slap him upside his head.  |
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over a year ago
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Very different and interested to see where it goes |
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Wed, 03 Jul 2019
Had a really good morning. Felt relaxed and got a message off the guy from last night saying thanks for letting him have a go and maybe we could do it agin some time. I told him I would think about it. Got my first verification from him but I can't show it on my profile.
Not wanking as much as I used to in the toilets at work. Don't feel the need.
Kate messaged to ask if she could get some more stuff from the bathroom before I got in from work and I said yes.
I think I left the doll out from last night as I was too fucked to put it away.
I was worried that she would see it but I thought better of it and decided it was best if she did as it wasn't going anywhere.
It's too heavy to be putting away all the time. There's loads of men on the doll forums who have them sitting around in their houses, like ornaments. Might be worth thinking about so I don't put my back out.
Kate had been and gone by the time I got in and there was no sign she had seen the doll as the spare room door was still closed and the doll was where I left it.
Put it away for the night while the whole thing with Kate coming and going settles. I cannot have it out in broad daylight when she is still fetching her stuff.
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Thu, 04 Jul 2019
Independence day in the States. Feels like it here, too.
I have my independence again and am really enjoying it.
The guy from the other night came around and this time we double-teamed the doll, me in her arse and him in her pussy. It felt good. He left shortly after and I cleaned it up and put it back in the spare room.
I am storing it on the spare bed as it is easier to lift from the bed than the floor.
Am back sleeping in my own bed, in our bed.
Comfortable and sleeping well even though Kate hasn’t texted in a few days.
I feel like I should be feeling it, taking it harder than I am but it’s easy.
Got a message from the fella from a couple on Fab asking if him and his missus could come around tomorrow night and play with me and Kate and when I said we weren’t together anymore, I also offered to let them come and play with the doll and because they had never seen one before and were curious. They are coming for seven tomorrow night.
Can’t wait. A real meet with a couple even though I am not in a real couple myself.
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Fri, 05 Jul 2019
The day at work dragged as I was so looking forward to meeting this couple from Fab with the doll. Imagining all sorts of things but at the same time trying to keep it real and watch out for the signs that they would stop messaging and block me like that last couple a few weeks ago.
It feels like Fab has me on this up and down journey, a rollercoaster that I can’t or don’t want to get off. It’s addictive and probably bad for my mental health but hey-ho, while I am getting the odd meet, I don’t mind and the doll is helping a lot.
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Sat, 06 Jul 2019
They turned up when they said they would, which was a bonus.
The woman in the couple was slightly older than us both. She looked good for her age but she didn’t look like her photos. He looked older than his photos too.
I took them upstairs to see the doll and he pulled at her tits a bit and asked if he could fuck her so I said yes and he took his clothes off and got on top of her.
It felt very mechanical as me and his wife stood there, looking at each other and making the odd comment while he grunted and fucked it for a few strokes, lost his erection and pulled out again to get it hard, ready to try again.
After ten minutes or so, he gave up and we all went down stairs.
We chatted for five minutes before they left without so much as a cup of tea.
I don’t know how I expected it to go but I didn’t imagine it would feel so awkward and rigid. I didn’t even get one grope off his missus. I wanted to but it didn’t feel comfortable. There wasn’t a point where it felt alright to have reached across for a kiss or a grope. It’s just like she drove him there and was waiting for him to have a go on some bloke’s sex doll.
Maybe that’s the problem.
Maybe the doll is only good for getting attention but not good for actual meets. I mean, why would it be. It’s not a real woman. Other couples have real women. The doll isn’t real.
I changed my single profile to have pictures of me and the doll and got twenty messages asking what she was like to fuck and could they come and fuck her, so I arranged for one of them to come round and try her out.
He was called Colin and he had the biggest wang I have ever seen. He struggled to get a condom on, he was that big. But he fucked her for ages and I really enjoyed watching him and if I am honest, enjoyed watching another man use his massive cock.
I just wish it was Kate he was fucking. And Kate had wanted it and she was here tonight.
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Not once has he mentioned the dolls feelings  |
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The dolls seeing more action than him  |
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Sun, 07 Jul 2019
The doll thing is starting to get a bit tired.
If I am honest, I miss a real woman, even if it was only for a grope now and then, at least she was real and I wouldn’t have to pose her before I fucked her.
I sent a copied and pasted message to 30 or so women in my area on Fab with a face pic hoping they would message back.
I opened an account on a dating app as well and put myself out there too.
I was a bit unsure about putting my face on in case Kate saw but to be fair, it looks like she has no intention of us working so why shouldn’t I?
Got a message back from a woman about fifteen miles away asking if I wanted to meet tonight.
We chatted a bit and I went through to pick her up.
It felt like a wind up but I had nothing better to do so I took the chance.
She was called Diane and she was really, really up front, telling me about her fuck buddy and the guys she had had that week. I was glad I brought condoms.
She showed me where to drive to and we went to an old water tower at the edge of a field and showed me the path through the brambles to get to the other side. Her cunt was tight and we fucked for ages although it was probably only a few minutes. I had broken the seal. I kept it hard all the way through. It had been dangerous, risky and exciting and I felt alive fucking her in that field.
She said I was a good fuck so I will take that and work on it.
There was a verification waiting for me when I got back home - my very first verification I could show on the site.
I was made up.
Maybe that’s how this works. You get meets by putting as many messages out there and hope they get back.
Went to bed without even checking on the doll. I might not need it any more.
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"Not once has he mentioned the dolls feelings "
No one even seems to care about the poor doll, do they. Not very politically correct at all!
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"Not once has he mentioned the dolls feelings
No one even seems to care about the poor doll, do they. Not very politically correct at all!
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I did  |
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"Not once has he mentioned the dolls feelings
No one even seems to care about the poor doll, do they. Not very politically correct at all!
I did "
Could be an idea for another story...
Volunteering to be used as a fuck doll, with no choice in what happens to them, completely at the mercy of the men using her?
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Mon, 08 Jul 2019
Life feels messy at the minute.
Am I married or single? Am I dating or just fucking. Do I want to be single or am I just filling time until I try again with Kate.
I just don’t know.
One thing is for certain, it doesn’t feel like she is coming back.
Managed to chat with another woman called Helen from Fab and she seems keen but is very cagey about meeting as she is married. We are just chatting but she is stunning and has curves to die for. She has a few hundred pictures and they all look like selfies where she has had a few moments to herself and taken the chance to take a picture and there’s something really hot about that.
When I thought about it, that’s what Kate was doing but it used to piss me off, because I wasn’t included and I didn’t get to see who she was sending them to. Is her husband just like me? Sure his missus is cheating on him, maybe wants to join in but she doesn’t want him to?
I can definitely identify with him if that is the case.
It didn’t make me want to stop wanking over this woman’s pictures though. She has the softest looking peach of an arse and looks amazing in stockings.
I will keep in touch with her and maybe something will come of it. No harm in trying.
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Tue, 09 Jul 2019
Back to my toilet troll wanking days. Nice big load in the toilets at work wanking to Helen’s pictures.
This lady on Fab is my new obsession, it seems. She is like Samantha Sanders in that she is curvier and has huge tits but she has the reality of a local, married woman who craves sex. Samantha Sanders is my ideal but she models for money whereas this Helen posts pictures because she loves how sexy it makes her feel.
A sexually confident woman is sexy as hell. I would even go as far as to say, it makes a woman sexy, in my opinion.
We have a proper little chat going on now and I am hoping she will want to meet.
In bed early. Didn’t seem like there was much point in staying up.
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Wed, 10 Jul 2019
Got the news I was waiting for, out of the blue at lunch time, Helen asked if we were meeting, I didn’t have to ask. She did it.
We have arranged for Friday night at the Brewers Fayre just off the A1.
She is making it feel like a date.
Bit torn as a date feels like I am cheating on Kate as I am married still but Kate hasn’t even been in touch and by the look of her facebook photos, is having the time of her life without me.
So that’s what I am going to do. Getting on with my life, just like she is.
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Compelling story but still tinged with a bit of sadness |
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"Compelling story but still tinged with a bit of sadness "
Thanks.
It might pick up... |
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Thu, 11 Jul 2019
Bit of a dull day. Even the weather was shit.
If I was a superstitious man, I would think the universe was trying to tell me not to meet Helen tomorrow night.
Can’t wait though. The thought of finally meeting her got me through a crappy day at work.
We are still messaging and she sent a couple of pics from her private collection. That sounds like she is this top model or something but all it is, is the pictures she has set to be private from everyone on the site and even the people she allows as friends. It’s the Fabswingers version of showing you really trust someone.
Got my shirt ready for tomorrow night. I want to make just the right impression.
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Fri, 12 Jul 2019
Got the afternoon off. The system went down at work and the boss said anyone who wanted to take a half day could have it, so I took it to get sorted for tonight.
It went really well.
Helen was every bit as horny as her pictures although if I am honest, she does look a bit older in her photos but I put that down to the filters women put on their pictures.
She had left her husband in his shed as he was more of a homely guy and didn’t like going out or meeting new people or sex. That was the main thing we talked about; how much she missed sex, having someone tell her how sexy she looked, how much they wanted to fuck her, her words not mine.
The more I listened to her, the more turned on I was getting. She was like the female version of me. She wasn’t after anything serious, she just wanted a regular fella to meet to get her off and go their ways until the next time.
Perfect. She was talking my language!
I wasn’t sure if she wanted to take it any further as there was a hotel attached to the pub we met at and I offered to pay for a room for us, but she was happy to just sit and talk in the car.
One thing led to another and before I knew it, we had moved the car to the quietest corner of the car park and we were in the back with Helen riding my face and me under her, in the back seat. She cums really easily! She squirted when she came and it went all over my face and in my mouth and it was horny as fuck and I spunked as soon as I tasted it.
It felt so wrong and dirty, fucking in a hotel car park. I never ever did anything like that with Kate, she would never have agreed to that but Helen hadn’t agreed, it was her driving it, it was her who asked me to lie on the back seat while she rode my face. So horny!
Drove home feeling like I had hit the jackpot.
Fell asleep feeling like I had finally made it. Starting to remember what it feels like to be wanted as a man with all the desires a man has and not just as a payslip who will bother you for sex now and again.
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"Compelling story but still tinged with a bit of sadness
Thanks.
It might pick up... "
Ok you were right |
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
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Sat, 13 Jul 2019
Dirty message from Helen on my Whatsapp to wake up to. Picture of her pussy with her spreading her lips with a caption saying thanks for eating her out last night and hoping I can do it again soon.
It felt horny because it was the first time we had moved it to private messaging and not Fabswingers, which shows she trusts me but most of all it felt good because it was like a proper connection. She was messaging me, not just some random off Fab. I mean something in her life. I am a somebody again and it feels good.
I told her I was wanking over her pictures and she sent me a blushing emoji as though she felt embarrassed but she is loving it. It feels rude to be sending dirty texts like this. I haven’t done this on my phone before, just on Fab.
I sent her a video of me wanking my cock and telling her how horny she was making me and it showed as viewed straight away and that was horny too because wherever she was in her house, whatever her husband was doing, she was dirty messaging me.
I felt like I was the third guy in their relationship, like that Craig fella was when he and Kate were messaging. It felt weird like some sort of power to be able to distract someone else’s wife in a way her husband didn’t know about and I started to understand why Kate and the bloke she was messaging had done it. It wasn’t about sharing or having an open relationship, it was dirty and secret, hidden and taboo. THAT was the thing Kate wanted, not to be pimped out while I watched. She didn’t want nice cosy meets where I got a say in who she fucked and sat and watched while she did it, it was dirtier than that, it was about control and power.
Kate had wanted excitement and control over her sex life and she had taken it, the same way Helen was taking it here.
I was helping Helen but no more than Fabswingers was by giving her the platform for finding men to fuck and no more than she was for wanting some excitement back in her life.
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Sun, 14 Jul 2019
Helen snuck around here last night.
I had a whole bunch of stuff to do but I didn't want to let her down. Or pass up the sex!
It was all last minute. Her husband had to go and help a friend who had car problems so Helen came over in her car while he was out, saying she was going out to meet a friend.
I remember being on the other end of this. I remember being the person being lied to. I buried it while I waited for her to arrive.
The sex was amazing but I am not sure how I felt about having it in the house me and Kate shared.
I was horny as fuck so I would have fucked her any way but having her bent over, cumming and pissing in the kitchen before moving it to the bedroom wasn't what I expected. I finger-fucked her while she was walking up the stairs looking back over her shoulder at me and she was dripping wet dripping small amount of piss every where, telling me this is the way she wants us to spend every Saturday night. It sounded amazing while I had half my hand up her but by the time we had both cum and the duvet was soaking and a mess with her pissing all over me when she came, I was wondering how comfortable I felt doing all this in the home I used to share with Kate.
Something felt a bit off, once I had cum. Post-nut clarity kicked in and I was left with a woman who was in a hurry to get out the door to her husband, leaving me to put all the piss soaked sheets in the laundry and mop up the trail from the kitchen, up the stairs to the bedroom. I had to come out, it was already starting to smell.
She did leave her piss soaked knickers for me so I kept them in the bathroom and I can wank with them through the week - bonus.
Lay in bed wanking the last of the cum from my balls thinking about how dirty it all felt.
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Mon, 15 Jul 2019
Woke up horny.
Even hornier than usual.
I don't remember this bit of getting regular sex. I don't remember the bit about the more you get the more you need. But it seems to be a thing!
No text from Helen all day. Didn't stop me checking my phone every five minutes though.
Still, I had last night to think about while I played with my cock in the toilets at lunchtime - I needed to cum that soon after getting loads last night. It feels like my cock has a new lease of life.
Felt certain Helen would have have texted in the evening, but nothing.
Sniffed her knickers even though they dried out now, stiff but nice and smelly all the same.
Came nice and hard in the gusset and went to bed.
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Tue, 16 Jul 2019
Woke to the sound of the door to the spare room being closed and the sound of Kate pulling crates of stuff onto the landing.
I threw my robe on and came out of our room to see what was happening and she had the landing covered in boxes of stuff.
She told me she was leaving me properly and not to try and stop her and if I needed to ask why, it was the pair of another womens dirty knickers in her bathroom covered in piss and spunk and what the fuck was I doing fucking other women in her house and letting them piss all over. And why the fuck did I still have that thing on the bed. She meant the doll, of course.
I was so disorientated I couldn't think so I just stood there while she dragged the crates down one by one and pulled them outside. She had brought a hire van and had already loaded a ton of stuff in while I was asleep.
The place looked half empty but in the moment I resigned myself to what was happening and if she was this pissed and I didn't really care, she might as well finish what she was doing and finish taking it all.
I went about making myself a coffee and went in the shower and went to work but she had pulled the van off the drive before I left, she didn't say a word. No goodbye, no words at all. Not even a fuck-you!
I did get a text from her at lunchtime for the first time in weeks and it was just about I would be hearing for a solicitor about the divorce. And that was it.
At least I can move on now.
No text from Helen and I don't want to send her a message in case her husband hears the notification and asks who it is and Helen gets annoyed at me and stops the sex.
Not really sure what to do.
Cannot really look at her knickers. All I think about when I pick them up is how pissed off Kate was when she saw them. It is unreal to have a horny woman's dirty knickers to play with but Kate has ruined them.
I went on Fab and wanked over the woman from a different couple. They have a ton of verifications and she seems dirty as fuck. Her and her husband mainly do hotel meets and I started to wonder what it would be like meeting them for sex, maybe with Helen or just by myself. Had a bit of a laboured wank and settled down to sleep.
It feels like I am a bit more free in my head now that Kate has taken her stuff and started the divorce. I feel like I can start to make plans the way I want my life to be.
With a bit of luck, I will get a message from Helen tomorrow as she said she has every other Wednesday off work.
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"Good man we all need to face up to the fact that once the sex stops in a marriage the relationship is over, I mean who the fook got married with any idea it could lead to total abstinence. "
A very consisely worded summary of what this whole saga is about. Having the ability to recognise when a relationship is no longer working for you and making the difficult decisions that you need to make.
This guy is trying to distract himself from making the big decision to end it and move on by using dolls and hook ups and fantasising... It's quite a common theme with us men though. |
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By *olarMan
over a year ago
woking |
Gotta laugh at the wife being so pissed off that he’s getting some after her behaviour but then again that’s pretty typical  |
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Wed, 17 Jul 2019
The message from Helen came sooner than expected.
Second morning in a row getting up to the sound being made by a woman but this time it was Helen phoning me from a filling station, saying she was on her way and I needed to get up because she "needed it hard!", in her words.
Maybe this is what it's going to be like, no rest for the wicked.
She barely got in the house and she had my face trapped between her legs, pulling my face against her tights.
She said she had to wear something normal to come over, even though she had bought some new stockings just to wear for me but her husband had spotted them in her drawer so she couldn't risk coming out of the house wearing them.
We had to get it over with quick as I was getting late for work and ended up going in without a shower or coffee or breakfast. Helen got what she wanted and I got my balls emptied so I cannot complain. I got something on the way into work and had a wash in the gents. I was a bit funky but I had an early morning fuck.
No texts from Helen for the rest of the day. Didn't stop me from checking my phone every five minutes again though.
That seems to be the difference between having these fantasy fucks in my head these past few months and sex in real life. Real life is messy and I don't get to control when or if it happens but I could always wank when I felt like it to whoever I wanted to. Samantha Sanders was always right there on my phone and I never felt like I wanted to hear from her after I had cum over her. I just put her back in her box, so to speak, just like the doll.
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By *sprey6Man
over a year ago
Here! |
Lucky boy or careful what you wish for? |
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Thu, 18 Jul 2019
Bit of a boring day today.
No word from Helen all day and then she wouldn't shut up just as I was going to sleep.
Apparently she had got in from seeing me yesterday and she had got back in their house to find her husband wasn't expecting her and was wearing her used knickers and her new stockings. He has rock solid hard apparently and was wanking over some women's pictures on Fabswingers of all sites!
Here she was, fucking me, who she met on Fab, being all secretive and dirty, mean while her old man has a profile as a cross dresser, wearing her underwear and clothes!
She said they had spent the best part of yesterday talking it out and when the anger sunsided, they realised they needed to work at it so she would not be coming around any more.
I am gutted!
I didn't know what to say. I don't know how to feel about it.
Dumped by two women in the same week.
Fell asleep feeling a bit hollow and used and like a spare prick.
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Fri, 19 Jul 2019
Stood and looked at the doll on the spare bed as I had my coffee after my shower, this morning.
Not doing anything else, just standing and looking and wondering where it all went wrong. Or even if it had gone wrong. Is this how it is meant to be? Am I supposed to be going through this so I can somehow grow into a better version of me?
I had no one to text and no one who wanted to text me and I felt alone. Properly alone.
I drove to work with the radio off, just me and my thoughts.
Didn't wank in the toilets, didn't fantasise about Beth when she came past my desk, didn't wander off to some dirty, sordid scene in my head when I saw the new girl in accounts whose sweater was at least one size too small for her massive milkers.
Nothing. Just nothing.
Spent the evening straightening the house after the mess Kate had left.
I cleaned and I tidied. I straightened and I threw some stuff away that reminded me of Kate. I threw a picture of us in the sea in Greece on our honeymoon - it means nothing now.
Looked at my bed before I climbed in, put some clothes on and went to Asda for new bed sheets. Changed them and chucked the old sheets in the bin along with the rest of our stuff.
Felt different climbing into bed.
I felt clean. |
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Please keep going, this one is fascinating |
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Loving this. Keep going please |
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Sat, 20 Jul 2019
Slept like a baby.
Nothing to do all day but a bit of shopping and some cleaning.
Bought some cheap stuff on the 'sale' rail at Asda for the doll.
Gave the doll a good clean and brought her downstairs and fitted the new clothes I bought her.
I will be thinking of it as a her from now on.
I can depened on her. She won't try to divorce me or go back to her husband after opening up a whole new level of sex to me.
Spent a few hours in the afternoon chatting on the doll forum with the other owners - it felt good, like I was in control.
Women could please themselves, at least for the time being. I needed time for me. Just me and the doll.
Part of me wondered what Kate would say if she saw the doll, sat on the settee, what Helen would think of her recent lover, what Beth from work might say if she knew about my doll but I pushed all those thoughts right to the back of my mind as I opened it's blouse and asked her what she thought of the porn I had selected for us to watch as I sat wanking on the other settee.
Maybe this is the new normal for me. Maybe I should just stick to dolls.
And then I wondered if maybe I wasn't giving women a fair crack of the whip so I ironed a nice shirt and took myself down to the city centre for a few drinks to see who was out.
I figured maybe I could do this the old fashioned way, the way Kate and I met, in a bar.
Total disaster. Nothing out there. People just don't seem to do that any more. I tried with one woman and she shut me down straight away.
I felt like a pervert standing looking for someone to chat up.
It's all online now. There's no jeopardy online. You don't even know if they don't want to know because they swipe right. Or is it left? I don't know. You only know the ones you match with. That's the important thing.
Came home and went to bed calm and content but not drained the way Helen drained me.
At least I am back in control. |
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Sun, 21 Jul 2019
Woke up more hopeful. Signed up for a new app called WooPlus. I like curvy ladies and big tits so I figure, if I am going to give real-life women a fair go, I need to go for a lady like Samantha Sanders.
I have a fantasy lady for a reason.
I am not going to meet anyone in a bar so I need to put some effort into a decent profile.
Spent the morning pulling a profile together and I had a message within a few hours.
She is called Jane and she sounds fun. Ticks all the boxes and is defintely my type. Seems nice and chatty but will she be vanilla or not?
Need to keep her chatting.
She sent me her number later tonight so we have exchanged a couple of texts and she has sent me a picture but it is one of the ones on her profile so I have already seen it.
Wonder if she sends the sort of selfies Helen was sending. That would be good!
I've got a good feeling about this one. |
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