After stating on another post that I started to fall for one of my fuck buddies and that I went to far with him I’ve had loads of messages asking me what happened so thought I’d best tell the story.

I’m 38 now but this happened when I was 24. I’d been a hotwife more or less since I first got with my husband (then boyfriend) at 18 and I met Jay on a night out and we swapped numbers and he just seemed like any other guy. He wasn’t very attractive, about my height 5’6 and quite overweight but I found him funny. My boyfriend knew and I arranged to go to jays on the following Saturday for a couple of hours before I went to my friends birthday party that night.

The following Saturday my boyfriend dropped me off at Jays at about midday and arranged to pick me back up at 4. We’ll as soon as I walked in there was an electricity that I’ve never experienced with a fwb before. Like I said he wasn’t attractive at all but I just couldn’t help myself I wanted him so bad and he told me to sit down and he’d be in in a minute while he did something in the kitchen. After only about ten seconds of sitting I couldn’t take anymore and just stripped off and walked in to the kitchen and started kissing him and was practically begging him to fuck me. He did and didn’t last long but I couldn’t stop myself from constantly kissing him and touching him.

Needless to say I text my boyfriend and told him not to pick me up and after arriving at jays on Saturday I didn’t leave until Tuesday morning and for the first time in my life I rang in sick at work on the Monday so I could stay with him an extra day. My boyfriend loved it. He got really turned on when I found men irresistible and I kept him up to date with messages of what I was doing so he was very happy.

After that I basically dropped anyone else I was talking to and only focused on Jay. Before this I’d mainly just had one night stands apart from a couple of my boyfriends friend I was having regular sex with when they were single and a workmate I’d been giving regular head to for years but this was different. Straight away I was getting emotionally attached to Jay and I knew it wasn’t good. He rang me once to tell me he was going on a date and i started crying with jealousy. Jay just started laughing at me down the phone and I couldn’t help it but be determined to win him back so me and a friend got dressed up and went to the same bar he said he was going to and I spent all night eye balling him and trying to tempt him over by dancing sexy with my friend (she had agreed to a threesome befor we went out but when she saw him she changed her mind lol). It didn’t work he just kept looking over and smirking and then he text me saying “it’s not working I’m going home with this one. See you on Wednesday night”. Bastard. Yes I still went to his on Wednesday.

There was three incidents that looking back made me realise I’d gone too far and was in too deep.

The first one was I’d arranged to stay at his after my friends wedding. I said I’d be there in the early hours of the morning and honestly I couldn’t wait. I just wanted the ceremony to be over. I’d even brought some antibiotics with me in my bag to show I couldn’t drink because of medication so I was driving. During the speeches at about 6pm I got a text from him saying “been invited out get here before 8 or I’m going out” I felt sick at the thought of missing out on him. As the minutes went by I was getting really agitated by how long the speeches were going. Literally as soon as they were over about 6:30 I told my husband to tell Amy i was ill and had to go and just ran out without even giving him a kiss or saying bye. I got to his house which was an hour away in about 45 minutes and was in that much of a rush I left my phone and handbang in the car and didn’t even lock the car, just jumped out and ran to his door and was all over him as soon as he answered.

The second one was he was working on a building site about a 10 minute walk from my office for a couple of months. I caught the bus to work then as there was no parking and he persuaded me to go down there nearly every lunch break and see him. He was also always broke so I’d end up buying his lunch every time on the way and sometimes even his mates lunches. Most of the time I’d end up giving him head in his van, a couple of times in front of his workmates, never sex though because he didn’t feel like it. One day I walked down and he was leaning on his van talking to two other women. I approached with his food and he took it off me without saying thanks and I stood there for about ten seconds and then he said “what you standing there? You can go now. Go on” and shooed me away with his hand while the two women laughed as I walked away tears welling in my eyes. Still didn’t stop me going down the next day though and giving him head to apologise for making a scene.

The third one is the worse and was the last time I saw him in this way. He was going on a stag do to London for a weekend and invited me down to stay in the same hotel but in a different room because he was sharing with a friend. I said yes. I ended up paying for his room too because he was broke again. I packed a suitcase of my nices dresses and some sexy underwear I bought especially for here. I travelled down there on the Friday afternoon, checked in at 4 and had a bath and some food and then put my new underwear on underneath his favourite dress and did all my make up and spent ages on my hair. He liked me dressed up. He said he would be at my room about midnight after his night out. About 11 he rang me and asked how much cash I had on me. I told him and then he asked if he could have £200. I said yes and he said he would be with me in ten minutes. I got all excited for him getting there and poured him a drink and made sure I looked my best and then I heard a knock at the door. I went to answer it all giddy with excitement but there was a guy there I’d never seen before. I asked who he was and he said Jay had sent him to collect the money. I said ok and gave it to him and closed the door. I rang Jay and he promised he’d be here at midnight. At 4am and after numerous calls and texts I gave up and fell asleep.

The next day we had agreed to go shopping together and I was going to buy him a scarf he’d seen he liked from Harvey Nicks. Well I didn’t hear from him all day so just spent the whole day in my room doing nothing waiting for his call. About 9pm I heard from him. He text me to tell hed pulled and won’t be coming back to my room again. I was devastated. I begged him. I’d come all this way and hadn’t even seen him yet. I even offered to join them for a threesome and he said “lol no we don’t need a spare wheel”. I spent the night on my own again. I’d not left the hotel room the whole time I’d been there because he kept promising to come round. Again I was left alone and upset.

At 8am the next morning he text me and asked me to go down to his room and see him. We had to check out by 11 so I thought well at least I’ll get some time with him. I went down to his room and he was in just his boxers with loads of scratch marks down his back from the woman he pulled. He laid down on the bed face down and told me to kiss his back better as it was sore. I don’t know why but I did it. I kissed every inch of his back better with tears running down my face. He then pulled his boxers down and said his ass was sore too and needed kissing better. I again did it. God knows why. He then rolled over on to his back while I was still on my knees on the floor and pulled his dick out and said “go on then, you know what I want” and like an idiot I put it straight in my mouth and gave him head while I was still crying. He said it felt nice feeling my tears drip on to him while I did it. I ignored him and just carried on while he laid there with his hands behind his head smiling and then without warning he suddenly started cumming. I swallowed the lot and as soon as I was done he said “right I’m off for a shower not had one since yesterday and I’m missing Jessica downstairs at 9 for breakfast. You’d best go pack and go home”. I just got up and left, got my bags and checked out and drove home crying.

I’ve not really spoke to Jay since. We messaged for a bit every so often but very formal and that stopped after a couple of years. I still see him around though every so often as he doesn’t live too far away from me. I’ll be honest as well I still stalk his socials probably once a month or so.

I told my husband everything when I got home and he was very understanding helped me get over Jay. Looking back now I have no idea what got me so hooked at all.

If anyone wants to hear any other things Jay did to me feel free to comment and I’ll try and give more of his horrible examples.