Chronicles of a Married Sex Addict: Sex, Lies, and Secrets (Book One, Part Nine)

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as best to avoid someone finding out about hotel bills. With this plan, I felt we were safe.You’re probably wondering what sex would look like in this scenario. Would it always be on a table, stool, or shelf? Nope. We settled on a queen-size air mattress. It was actually pretty genius. When I was scheduled to come over, he would get it out and inflate it in the part of the shop he wanted it in. It took a matter of a couple minutes. Then, he would deflate it and put it away when I left. He had a special spot for it in the back of his storage room in a duffle bag that looked like a gym bag. If an employee found it, they would assume it was his workout clothes.We communicated via email for a few weeks before we saw each other again to remove suspicion. I liked the space. It meant we had time to sex chat and build up to another session. When it comes to sex especially, I get bored easily and need variety. Distance helps slow that down a little bit. We decided to meet on Wednesday nights after close.At this point, it had been a month since we started seeing each other and we were closing in on Halloween. I arrived 15 minutes after the store closed and surveyed the parking lot. It was empty, besides his car. I knocked on the door and waited for him. He opened the door and said, “Close your eyes.” I obliged as he grabbed my hands and led me to the left, which was odd since his storage room was on the back right.Once we stopped, he let go of my hands and said “Ok, look.” I opened my eyes to something quite romantic actually. The mattress was in an area of the store that was basically books and comics, but he had surrounded it in string lights to give it a candle-lit glow. The mattress looked a lot like a bed with a nice blanket, silky sheets, and pillows. “This won’t all fit in your duffle bag,” I said with a laugh. “Do you like it?” he asked as that familiar warming sensation started to grow.The answer was clear to him as I pulled off my shirt and revealed my new red satin bra, before wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him down to kiss me as his hands started exploring my body. He slipped my skirt off and I reciprocated by unbuckling his pants to push them off. He flung his shirt off and we both laid on the mattress, caressing and kissing, trying to adjust for the movement. It was different than a regular mattress. Not quite like a waterbed, but similar. It didn’t take long before we figured it out and got into a rhythm.We laid facing each other, his cock in my hand as he playe

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d with my clit. He was rock hard at this point and both of us were ready for him to be inside me. I slid my panties off and put my left leg over him as he thrusted inside me while we were on our sides, facing each other. This was a new position for me as it didn’t work out with Ben when we tried it. I loved the closeness of it.His arms were wrapped around me and mine around him as he hit a gentle, steady rhythm, kissing the whole time. He gently rolled me over on my back while still inside me as I wrapped my legs around him and he rested his elbows on the mattress to maintain closeness. As he drove himself deeper and deeper inside me, I could feel his muscles tighten as he neared climax. Both of us moaned with excitement as we reached orgasm, practically at the same time. He laid on top of me, still inside me, kissing while we held each other.After a minute or two, I felt him start to get hard again as he started to gently move inside me. I was delighted for a second round. I pushed him over on his back and got on top. Once safely seated, he pulled me down on top of him and pushed up from below to hit my g-spot. It didn’t take long to get to a second orgasm for me. I laid down next to him and we cuddled under the blanket before getting back to reality.Going back home that night was different for me. I felt something that I hadn’t felt in years that scared me a little. I might be falling back in love with Jack. That’s the exact opposite of what I wanted. I loved Ben, even if he didn’t seem to want me anymore. Jack and I had separate lives, and it needed to stay that way. I got home that night, showered, and climbed into bed next to Ben. “Do anything fun?” he asked. I nudged his arm to get him to wrap it around me so I could snuggle up to him. I need his comfort to reassure me that he was love and Jack was lust. “Do I ever?” I said as I started to drift off to sleep in his arms while one of my favorite movies played on our tv. “I love you,” he said and kissed my forehead. I pretended to be asleep and didn’t respond… Continue to Part Ten: <a href="https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-moving-forward-part-ten-a631a046f3fc">https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-moving-forward-part-ten-a631a046f3fc</a>Support my work so I can spend more time writing: <a href="https://ko-fi.com/dranonymouswife">https://ko-fi.com/dranonymouswife</a>Also, don’t forget to comment, highlight, and/or like so Medium pays me. Thanks for reading!</article></body>

Adultery takes a lot of work and unexpected turns

A couple of days into my affair with Jack, and Ben’s already suspicious. The next day, I put some thought into protecting our secret rendezvous. I’ve always messaged Jack through Facebook, so I didn’t have his number on a phone bill where Ben could find it. Throwaway phones are their own layer of stress, so I decided instead to switch to a private email that no one but Jack and I would have. We wouldn’t have instant communication, but that was ok. We didn’t need it, and the risk of texting outweighed the reward. I sent Jack the email address in Facebook Messenger, and he was onboard with it. He also had a special email for me. Neither email was tied to our actual names, and we never addressed each other by name in the emails. Once we established this, we both removed all of our chat info from Facebook and maintained silence there.

Another step I took was to ensure that I had to authorize any device that tried to log into my email, in case Ben found out about it. My phone was already locked and Ben didn’t have access to it, so I felt I was safe there. I shut off all notification sounds on my phone and only had text sounds on when I was on call for work, to minimize noise and the attention it brought to my phone. Then, I set some ground rules for myself. I would no longer come to the store when it was open and I would no longer live stream if my family was home. We decided meeting at his shop after close was best to avoid someone finding out about hotel bills. With this plan, I felt we were safe.

You’re probably wondering what sex would look like in this scenario. Would it always be on a table, stool, or shelf? Nope. We settled on a queen-size air mattress. It was actually pretty genius. When I was scheduled to come over, he would get it out and inflate it in the part of the shop he wanted it in. It took a matter of a couple minutes. Then, he would deflate it and put it away when I left. He had a special spot for it in the back of his storage room in a duffle bag that looked like a gym bag. If an employee found it, they would assume it was his workout clothes.

We communicated via email for a few weeks before we saw each other again to remove suspicion. I liked the space. It meant we had time to sex chat and build up to another session. When it comes to sex especially, I get bored easily and need variety. Distance helps slow that down a little bit. We decided to meet on Wednesday nights after close.

At this point, it had been a month since we started seeing each other and we were closing in on Halloween. I arrived 15 minutes after the store closed and surveyed the parking lot. It was empty, besides his car. I knocked on the door and waited for him. He opened the door and said, “Close your eyes.” I obliged as he grabbed my hands and led me to the left, which was odd since his storage room was on the back right.

Once we stopped, he let go of my hands and said “Ok, look.” I opened my eyes to something quite romantic actually. The mattress was in an area of the store that was basically books and comics, but he had surrounded it in string lights to give it a candle-lit glow. The mattress looked a lot like a bed with a nice blanket, silky sheets, and pillows. “This won’t all fit in your duffle bag,” I said with a laugh. “Do you like it?” he asked as that familiar warming sensation started to grow.

The answer was clear to him as I pulled off my shirt and revealed my new red satin bra, before wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him down to kiss me as his hands started exploring my body. He slipped my skirt off and I reciprocated by unbuckling his pants to push them off. He flung his shirt off and we both laid on the mattress, caressing and kissing, trying to adjust for the movement. It was different than a regular mattress. Not quite like a waterbed, but similar. It didn’t take long before we figured it out and got into a rhythm.

We laid facing each other, his cock in my hand as he played with my clit. He was rock hard at this point and both of us were ready for him to be inside me. I slid my panties off and put my left leg over him as he thrusted inside me while we were on our sides, facing each other. This was a new position for me as it didn’t work out with Ben when we tried it. I loved the closeness of it.

His arms were wrapped around me and mine around him as he hit a gentle, steady rhythm, kissing the whole time. He gently rolled me over on my back while still inside me as I wrapped my legs around him and he rested his elbows on the mattress to maintain closeness. As he drove himself deeper and deeper inside me, I could feel his muscles tighten as he neared climax. Both of us moaned with excitement as we reached orgasm, practically at the same time. He laid on top of me, still inside me, kissing while we held each other.

After a minute or two, I felt him start to get hard again as he started to gently move inside me. I was delighted for a second round. I pushed him over on his back and got on top. Once safely seated, he pulled me down on top of him and pushed up from below to hit my g-spot. It didn’t take long to get to a second orgasm for me. I laid down next to him and we cuddled under the blanket before getting back to reality.

Going back home that night was different for me. I felt something that I hadn’t felt in years that scared me a little. I might be falling back in love with Jack. That’s the exact opposite of what I wanted. I loved Ben, even if he didn’t seem to want me anymore. Jack and I had separate lives, and it needed to stay that way. I got home that night, showered, and climbed into bed next to Ben. “Do anything fun?” he asked. I nudged his arm to get him to wrap it around me so I could snuggle up to him. I need his comfort to reassure me that he was love and Jack was lust. “Do I ever?” I said as I started to drift off to sleep in his arms while one of my favorite movies played on our tv. “I love you,” he said and kissed my forehead. I pretended to be asleep and didn’t respond… Continue to Part Ten: https://readmedium.com/chronicles-of-a-married-sex-addict-moving-forward-part-ten-a631a046f3fc

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