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Hubs and I haven't had sex in a while - close to a month. His dad has been ill and it means hubs has been stressed. I know what he's wanting. A woman outside of all this that can make him feel good. Since I'm going away to a church womens retreat this weekend, he's said he'll probably have one of his girl pals from work come over and keep him company. I'm hoping this weekend he'll feel better because he was with her. I know that when he's happy and satisfied, we have a happier marriage. Cheating is good for the home. ❤️
About me - Zaranueva
I've had a Tumblr of one kind or another for many years - usually around:
*cheating
*cuckquean content
*unfaithful breeding
*unethical relationship practices
*misogyny
These are my kinks, and the things you'll find here. A lot of my own personal experience is posted here as well, as my husband also has a cheating kink.
I deleted my last Tumblr primarily because I didn't have time to post like I wanted to, but also Tumblr was flagging too many of my posts, and I just got annoyed with it. I've moved to the UK permanently in July, and have since missed having Tumblr. So I've made another account.
I post mostly on the infidelity/cheating kink, cuckqueaning, and generally unethical relationship practices. Occasionally breeding, unfaithful breeding, and misogyny. If that's not your thing, don't yuck my yum, just keep moving along.
My husband makes a really good point - when he's cheating, it's hugely disrespectful to use condoms. What a rude way to tell someone they're not good enough. The biggest compliment he can give to the beautiful women he cheats with is to feel all of her on him, and leave his own inside her. I'll never ask him to wear protection ❤️ she deserves all of him
It had been nearly a year since his wife learn about the woman he was seeing. He didn't really hide it, but he wasn't obvious either. It was just a truth about him that was real, like how he likes his coffee or the fact he prefers to shower at night. This truth was Her. He told her she could leave if she must - he still loved her, he just wouldn't give up Her. He needed Her. His wife didn't leave, as it happens. Tonight she's at home, telling herself that he's working late. And him? He's with Her.
How blessed I am to have a husband that cheats.
My husband hasn't touched me in a week because I'm bleeding. He's been off work on annual leave and said he was going into town to enjoy some time alone. I find out, however, that he's actually been seeing his a coworker who's been working from home all week. Thank god. I can only imagine how cranky he might have been if he didn't have someone else this whole time to empty himself into.
Thank you for taking care of my man when I couldn't 🫡
I know with certainty my husband and I are soul mates solely because of how deeply we both believe it to be right for men to cheat on their wives. He's never been faithful to me a day in our lives and he's a better husband for it.
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on lucky days, the most isolated and quiet location in hawkins high wasn’t actually in the school, but out. along the far wall of the library, past shamefully dusty card catalogues, lurked a fire exit door that existed as an open secret to smokers and escapists alike. once through the forbidden passageway, down the wrought iron steps to the ground below, the narrowest point between hawkins high and middle schools stretched like a long and lonely wind tunnel. ideal for ferrying worries or wisps of smoke far, far away if the need arose.
although, the “fire exit” status was rather a legal misnomer considering that the alarm was turned on once a year solely for when the fire department barreled through to inspect. once the inspectors left, the alarm was switched off and the smokers among the staff and students could puff in peace yet again.
but unlike the rest of the usual suspects chrissy was no smoker. what she needed today was a little silence and air. across campus the sleepy post-lunch lull reigned supreme for a little while and she’d slumped on the bottom step of the fire escape, praying for just five minutes of solitude. ten if any higher power felt merciful, but five was enough. a couple minutes separated from the rare but explosive cheer squad drama. three hours on and chrissy’s ears still rang from the vitriolic fury slung like bombs ricocheting through the changing room, spraying shocked girls with more verbal shrapnel than shower water.
cheating of some kind; that’s what all the shouting was about. at least, that was the general consensus disseminating throughout the student body by mid-morning. later, once the steam of anger and after-practice adrenaline had worn off, the story cleared up further: samantha rosen’s boyfriend coulter and abbie smitter had drunkely screwed after a seniors-only party last saturday night and managed to keep it to themselves......until coulter gleefully spilled his guts to the wrong person. all the cheer seniors were picking up battle stations, rapidly expecting the rest of the squad to match their energy and claim a side.
barely half a day of it and chrissy was exhausted. staring down at her pale green manicure (she’d have to go in again on saturday for a touch up) and picking at her cuticles so as not to sully the polish further, chrissy couldn’t help but wonder the point. of all of it. why cheat? why gossip? what could it mean if samantha was one of the most gorgeous girls on the squad and she still had a wandering boyfriend?
absolutely none of those were productive roads to go down, yet down chrissy went until the next period’s bell abruptly screamed behind her as if sensing the dangerous spiral. so the absent cheerleader obediently sighed herself to her feet. she’d lately been alternating use of her free period between laps around the exercise field and hiding between the library stacks. today’s circumstances presented the perfect excuse to burrow into her statistics homework, allowing what drama prowled the halls to pass her swiftly by.
god, that was all she wanted right now. for no one to ask anything of her except numbers that she could put in their correct places and problems she could make sense of. all she had to do was slip to her locker then slip back to the library unaccosted. easier said than done, but if she could just get through the stacks first, then maybe....
the imaginary mental map of hawkins high conjured in her head left enough vigilance to shut the fire escape door silently but not much more. with her gaze on her feet chrissy completely missed telltale shadows that looked nothing like bookshelves and managed to shoulder check an entire person. with interest.
❝ sorry, sorry, i totally wasn’t watching wh — ❞
her voice already softened in a whisper to suit the environment, it dropped out completely once the cheerleader looked up. really looked up. to a lot of denim, long curly hair, and a dangerous looking earring. a trademark to anyone who knew their wary way around the school. chill out, just apologize, it’ll be fine. no one’s looking. ❝ — where i was going. hi, billy. ❞ she made a slow, telling glance toward the exit she’d just left behind. ❝ are you on your way out? it’s nice out there right now. not too cold. ❞
a note for @firelightfables’ billy hargrove
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