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  • Are All Women Destined to Be a Married Man’s Lover?

    Are All Women Destined to Be a Married Man’s Lover?

    Conversations about love triangles are a common topic in couples therapy offices. As for women who get stuck in the role of lover (even though they don’t really want to), there is a certain psychological mechanism that initiates such a relationship. In other words, the subconscious is playing with them.

    It is worth noting that I will not touch on any moral and ethical aspects of this phenomenon, I will not talk about women who are in relationships only for money and other adventurers. It’s about ordinary women who yearn for love, but for some reason choose to receive it in this way.

    Let’s look at the inner world of such women

    It is an immature woman who longs for eternal, endless celebrations and bright sensations. And she categorically does not want everyday life together, household, all kinds of difficulties and responsibilities. Such woman likes it when a man takes care of her – spends time, gives gifts. Although the dates are rare, they are full of passion and romance.

    People in such a relationship see each other from the best side, and everything else that would interfere in a normal relationship is left behind.

    Saviors. How can one not feel sorry for the poor man who is scolded by his angry wife every day? He is so white and fluffy and wonderful in every way. That witch does not appreciate this golden man, but he does not leave the family because of his cosmic courtesy. Instead, the savior will definitely appreciate him, give him the missing love and blow away all the dust. And with understanding and iron patience, he will wait for his children to grow up so that he can finally move in with his lover.

    Are all women destined to be a married man's lover? Sekss.lv

    Winners – those for whom it is important to win, to be superior to others. This pattern of behavior is formed in childhood, if something has gone wrong at the age of 3-5. At this age, a girl competes with her mother for her father’s love. You do remember: “Daddy is the best man in the world, I’m going to marry him when I grow up.”

    Ideally, the mother should recognize the girl’s age-appropriate behavior and feelings, but show a firm position that the place next to the father is occupied.

    Then the girl will have to take the daughter’s place and learn from her mother how to be a woman and build a relationship with a man. If something went wrong in this process, an adult girl may still have the need to prove to her mother that she is better and more worthy than her. Only the role of father is now taken by the married man, while the role of mother is taken by his beloved wife.

    Avoiding serious relationship. Being in a relationship with a man who is already taken is a great way to avoid a truly intimate relationship. When there is a need for a relationship, but at the same time there is a fear of being hurt, this form of communication seems safer and allows you to keep your distance.

    The reason for this may be a traumatic relationship experience in childhood or adulthood. This experience justifies the belief that relationships are a dangerous thing, they can hurt a lot.

    Building a “triangular relationship”. Such a model, in which there should also be a third party, is formed if the girl was constantly involved in such relationships during her childhood. For example, if the parents could not resolve the difficulties that arose between the two, and they often “called” the child to become a “fixer” of the relationship. A vivid example is when a mother says to her daughter: “I’m angry with your father and I don’t want to talk to him. Go tell him this and that.”

    Not chosen. There is one peculiarity in relations with a married man. On the one hand, a woman feels chosen, loved and wonderful. On the other hand, she is chosen as if not completely, because a man tends to live a double life, staying in the family. The lover feels it especially acutely on holidays and other times when there is no opportunity to be with the man or to visit public places, family and friendly events.

    Behind this phenomenon usually hides some personal traumatic story from childhood, which the woman plays out in the relationship with the married man.

    In each specific case, it is necessary to find out who was the person in the girl’s life who was very important to her, but did not choose her. As an option – the father who created another family. It seemed that he periodically intervened in the girl’s life, but he devoted most of his time, attention and care to the another family.

    How to fix this?

    While all these mechanisms work automatically, subconsciously, there is very little chance to change anything drastically. It seems as if a woman is destined to live the same relationship scenario over and over again with an already taken man. However, if you notice that the situations repeat themselves and you find it disturbing and unpleasant, make a decision to do something about it.

    What to choose instead?

    Explore how you get into this relationship, why do you find it attractive? If it is difficult to do it yourself, you can do it with the help of a psychologist.

    When you understand what mechanisms control this process, you will be able to choose a different relationship model. It is unlikely that the usual can be changed with a wave of a magic wand; in some cases it may require quite a long therapy. However, this inner work will allow for a really close and harmonious relationship.

  • Mistress Talks About Her Love Triangle: He Is Faithful to Me, Not to His Wife

    Mistress Talks About Her Love Triangle: He Is Faithful to Me, Not to His Wife

    “I want to share a story that I believe will be a lesson for both women and men. The situation seems very simple, so traditional. Love triangle. Unfortunately, I am the third side of this triangle. I am the mistress of a married man. Our relationship lasted more than half a year. The time spent with him was simply perfect. I was very happy: attention, gifts, sex. I was literally flying in the seventh heaven. I know he loves me. After all, you could tell by his behavior, his appearance, and the gifts he bought me. Well, that really can’t be played.

    Of course, it’s sad that he did not rush to divorce. As far as I understood, his wife is somewhat hysterical and domineering, because of which he is afraid of the consequences. But I am patient, I believe that everything will work out. Or rather, I believed until one day.

    A month ago, my lover announced that he can’t divorce his wife at this time because she is pregnant. I am one hundred percent sure that the child is not his. Although he hardly ever stays with me, I am sure that when we are not together, he is devoted only to me.

    I tried to convince him that it was just his wife’s manipulation. I am absolutely sure that he is faithful to me and does not sleep in the same bed with his wife, and if he does, then there is nothing between them. I think it’s just her game to keep her husband with her.

    When I told him, he just laughed. He told me to be patient and that was it. He has not picked up the phone for several days – he is probably trying to end the relationship with his wife.

    I still don’t understand how you can act like that and try to keep a man who doesn’t love you. I hope his eyes will open and he will leave his wife and stay with me. Because I love him very much and I would never lie to him.

    How I Found Out I Am an Anal Queen – Experience

    My best friend told me I was stupid and advised me to end the relationship because she thinks the child is really hers and he is just using me. Her only argument is that if he isn’t sleeping with his wife, how could she have gotten pregnant?

    Of course it worries me. I have doubts that he really will leave me. Well, but my friend doesn’t know him that well. I will wait as long as it takes and I will try in every way to open his eyes. Show him that he is being manipulated.

    I don’t expect advice, although there are often good insights in the comments. I’m confused and don’t know what to do. How can I convince him to leave his wife and be with me? To be in a relationship where true love reigns.”

  • Erotic Story: My Wife And Her Lover

    Erotic Story: My Wife And Her Lover

    It was a very unpleasant day at work. Not only were the orders late, but it turned out that one of the warehouses had been robed, foreign suppliers had changed the contract, a security guard had quit, and someone had damaged the staff microwave.

    The boss flew around on a broom and blamed everyone he met. Unfortunately, when it was my turn, I was making tea and accidentally spilled it. I listened for half an hour as I was about to be fired, went home at 5 pm and ended up in an hour and a half long traffic jam caused by the marathon that day. When I finally got to my apartment, I almost forgot that this time I had to ring the doorbell instead of unlocking them myself. With a deep sigh, I pressed the bell. For a minute no one paid attention until finally I heard footsteps.

    – You’re late, – muttered a disheveled, unshaven guy with a cigarette in his teeth and a ragged robe on his naked body.

    I shrugged apologetically. The young man turned towards the room, shaking cigarette ashes on the carpet. Sighing again, I wiped my feet and, closing the door behind me, went inside. The apartment reeked of cigarette smoke, delicious aroma from the kitchen couldn’t even overshadowe it. The boy, whom I called that because of his youth, and not because of his appearance, which was already quite battered by alcohol, tobacco and sleepless nights, was already sitting in the kitchen.

    – I earned quite a money today, – he braged. – The publishing house sold out the second edition of my book.

    – Congratulations, – I said distractedly, lifting the lid of the pot. – Pasta! Mmm. Today I…

    – I don’t care how you did at work. Just because I’m fucking your wife doesn’t mean I want to listen to your problems.

    For the first time all day, I felt a nice tingling sensation in my stomach. Silenced, I waved my hand towards the stove.

    – I would like to eat.

    – No, – he almost shouted. – The pasta is mine. Just like your wife’s pussy.

    I swallowed my saliva. Clouds of excitement gathered under my chest.

    – Mark? Honey, is the food ready? – My wife’s voice came from the room, and she appeared at the door – in a beautiful pink robe, with make-up and a hairstyle.

    – Yes, – the guy pushed the plate towards her.

    I watched how deftly my wife served him. As agile as ever in these 20 years.

    – More sauce? A fork? Will you eat with a spoon? Maybe I should cut the vegetables so they aren’t so dry?

    I stood there without even taking off my shoes, still stupidly holding the pot lid in my hand, while my beloved wife nursed this 25-year-old boy as if he was the meaning of her life. I felt an erection hit my pants.

    – Enough, enough, sit down and eat with me.

    – I can’t. I’m trying to lose weight.

    – Honey, in the next hour you will lose as many calories as you will eat in this dinner.

    My wonderful, beautiful, sweet wife was giggling like a fourteen-year-old girl. They both ate in silence for a while. I was still standing where I was. Finally, they put down their plates.

    – Well, let’s go! – laughed Mark in a boyish voice.

    – After you, dear, – she answered in the same playful way.

    I followed them into the bedroom, kicking off my shoes and dropping my jacket on the floor. Untying my tie, I closed the door to the room. Love doves devoured each other’s naked bodies with their eyes. The robes laid on the floor. Not wanting to disrupt the intimacy that had begun, I moved quietly towards the armchair.

    – Let me help you, – Mark said. I turned to see him pull the nightstand to the side. Now nothing blocked the view from the armchair to the bed. – So that you can see better, – he smiled.

    I looked at him wondering who had the bigger cock. Mark returned to my wife and began to suck her lips. I loudly swallowed my saliva and struggled to sit down. One kiss was not enough for that big mouth – after grabbing my wife by her hair, he licked her open lips eagerly, as if marking his territory with his tongue. Letting go of my wife’s hair, Mark sat her on the bed and spread her legs.

    – I want you to touch yourself.

    It was so intimate! She never showed it to me, explaining that it was every woman’s little secret.

    She licked two of her fingers and began rubbing her clit with a soft moan.

    – Your pussy look delicious, honey, – remarked Mark.

    So vulgar about my wife’s greatest treasure! I loved giving her oral and feeling her warm, wet curls touch my nose…

    – I want you to fuck me, Mark, – my wife moaned, and two of her fingers dipped between the folds of her vagina.

    – Like a slut? – suggested Mark, lazily running his hand over his dick.

    – Like a slut, – she obediently repeated, panting heavily.

    I felt like I could unbutton my pants, but Mark started masturbating.

    – Tell me what you want me to do for you.

    – I want your thing inside me, – she said. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, her cheeks were flushed, her breasts were heaving heavily.

    Mark growled. The head of his cock appeared and disappeared in his palm.

    Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and pushed Mark backwards onto the bed, grabbed his cock herself and sat on it, starting her wild ride. My pants were on fire so I just unbuttoned them and pulled out my thing. I grabbed the lubricant with shaking hands. My wife, riding on what was almost twice my size, screamed uncontrollably. Her buttocks rose and fell against Mark’s thighs. I would have given anything for a front view, but she had turned her back on me because, apparently, I deserved it. The thought turned me on so much that I felt like I was going to cum. But I couldn’t… Not yet.

    Mark gave my wife a possessive slap on the ass and lifted her off. Pushing her onto the bed, he got on his knees and placed his penis between her breasts. Skillfully grabbing them, she massaged Mark’s thing. I watched their bodies move. It was something I will never have – something only her loved ones would have… Seconds before his seed erupted, Mark entered her sweet crotch again and cummed triumphantly. The wife immediately moved to the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. Now it was my turn to act. Barely restraining myself, I rushed to her and began to lustily lick the stranger’s cum from her pussy. That day, probably due to the stress experienced at work, I ejaculated like never before – it seemed that the gates of heaven had opened. I curled up on the edge of the bed. I felt a tonal burden fall from my shoulders. When I opened my eyes, Mark was gone, but she was looking at me as sweetly as ever.

    – I love you, my bear.

    – I love you more, sunshine, – I whispered and hugged her.

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