My husband is the only man I've had sex with where one, or both, of us wasn't cheating from the start. Cheating ON him though is another story.

He cheated first, when we were 20. But that's for another day.

However, his cheating set me off. I started flirting with a guy at my job. I was a waitress at the time. He was my age and we hit it off instantly. Before I knew it we were sexting each other and he dropped the bomb one night.

"I'd fuck your brains out."

I knew he had a girlfriend. I didn't care. I told him prove it, tomorrow night after work in his car.

He met the challenge and fucked my brains out, slam fucking me in the passenger seat while I rested one leg on the dash and the other on the door handle. Spread wide.

He hit it as hard as he could, no respect and I didn't want any.

When he was ready to cum I told him to pull out and I finished him with my mouth. You know your girl swallowed every drop.

We composed ourselves and he said his girl never did that before.

That's all it took. I was addicted.

Over the years I've cheated with many men. Always married or otherwise taken. And I always asked "what doesn't your woman do?".

The answer was usually swallowing their cum or anal.

I let them do what they couldn't at home. I don't know why, that always got me off more than anything.

I haven't cheated in 2 years, and I swear it feels like a struggle with chemical addiction.