Husband confessions

My name is Tina, and I have been living on the same neighborhood for the past 7 years. It is a very quiet neighborhood, filled with cheery families of all backgrounds and a lot of kids. I stand out for being the lonesome hot female who apparently only has one night stands, but the community does not dislike me. There are a few judgemental, conservative old ladies that I do not care about, though. And it is true, I am too focused on myself to focus on mundane things like marriage right now. So I do not really think about that.

There has been a vacant house in front of mine for the longest time, and about 4 months ago it was finally purchased. A family of 6 moved in: the Greens. Although they seemed like a friendly, loving family on the outside, they were not. Their facade made them fit right into the peaceful community, but I knew the truth to them. And how did I learn about it? I had to slip into one of the cracks the family had: a cheating househusband.

Carol Green was a wonderful mother, I won’t deny that, but she has a problem with beverage and completely hates her mother, they don’t even talk. Barry Green, Carol’s husband, seems to be a workaholic with great skills at cooking, but he’s also a neglecting husband who feels trapped by a neurotic wife and wishes for the best outcome. Also, he loves his kids too much.

However, like I stated, Barry feels like a trapped man. He has had his fair share of adventures and steamy one-night stands to help him relieve that stress, but it seems like it is not enough. What is necessary? A change of wife? not likely, but probable. Since Barry is mostly a work-at-home, he had a lot of time to stay in the neighborhood, away from his working wife, and glance at the friendly neighbor who lived in front of them. My interactions with Barry were always pretty limited, but also quite tense. In a sexual way.

After a few weeks, we started to get more and more friendly. Eventually, Barry started to visit me in my house, and I started to notice his flirtation with me. He was not ashamed that I knew he was married, either. He just had a burning look of lust on his eyes when he looked at me. I had nothing to lose so i gave in, and that is when our sexual relationship began. It was very common for him to come over to my house, talk and maybe have something to eat, then fuck. He would always leave before any of his kids or wife came back home. We had to be very discreet so people in the neighborhood would not think something was going on.

Barry was very fierce during sex. He parted my legs open to savour my pussy, licking it clean before putting a finger in, making me wet in seconds. He thrusted into me with a force that was almost like he was always angry, and it turned me on terribly. His huge force while fucking me made my pussy red, and I squirted more often than not while having sex with him, multiple times. He was a hot lover.

During our sex dates, or rather, after fucking, Barry would open up to me about his problematic family. His sons did not get along well, to his disappointment, and his daughter wasn’t very sociable. He also worried Carol may not be exactly suited for kids like these, given, she was a great mom but also a mess. He probably let out his anger by fucking me.

Time went on and our relationship got more and more developed, to the point I believed he would leave his wife to be with me. I pretty much had convinced myself that this was something that would happen, but it did not. Maybe, just maybe, it could have happened. But the Green family moved out, once again, to find a better place for them. Barry left me without a word.

And even then, if there is a man to recognize for being able to making me fall in love, it’s him.