I constantly hear from the lady whose husband accidentally p..

I constantly hear from the lady whose husband accidentally put his cock in my guts the other night. She now knows I have an OF and is livid that I posted about it. Lots of people thought that was tacky. I think it's okay. I haven't outed anyone, and anyone who knows who I'm talking about already knows what happened. The dummies subscribe to my page to see what I type next. I probably shouldn't call them dummies...but what's that saying? If the shoe fits....? If I had to explain one thing, and I've tried, to her, it would be this. I don't want your husband. I just wanted him to make me cum, and he failed at that. Even if he did get me off, I still wouldn't want him. I just wanted the cum, the one I didn't get. Erin can blame me all she wants. He would have made her so happy if we had never been caught because his dick was taken care of properly. Guys, do that. They go home to their wives and kids and become the perfect husbands and fathers. A solid testicle draining by a tight asshole from a willing chick has that effect. If they want to leave you, that's on the two of you...shit was fucked up way before I rubbed your man's cock off in my pussy. Funny how getting lousy dick has a way of hanging around a girl. I'm still dealing with a bit of the fallout from Friday night. I apparently went too far. It's my fault, you see. I tricked him into putting his dick inside of me. I don't think so. He initiated it. I just didn't slow his roll. One person hysterically explained how I ruined his life by not stopping him from fucking me. When I explained that when he offered to put his cock inside of me, I accepted. Why? Because it sounded wonderfully delicious at the time. Again, the thing is, he approached me, not the other way around. Besides, he turned the conversation into a flirt fest, not the other way around. He also offered the tour. I certainly didn't ask for one. When he took me into the bedroom, he was the one who initiated physical contact. I didn't turn it down because he had a way about him that made me wet and sexually excited. So, what is my point here? I didn't talk anyone into anything. His dick ended up inside of me because we both wanted it to be there. Sure, it was a lousy fuck. Terrible fuck, if we are being honest. But that doesn't matter. Any consequences rendered from his dick being inside of me are equally spread. So, people need to lay off me. Sure, I have a track record. He probably knew that. He probably used that information to get what he wanted. Let me rephrase that. What we both wanted. I say that because I wanted his cock in me pretty damn bad by the time we got to actually doing it. It was a contender for the worst fuck I have had category but still, up to that point...I was desperate to know what his dick would feel like inside of me. Let me rephrase that. We were both equally desperate to know what his dick would feel like inside of me. We found out. It was a 30-second complete and utter letdown for me. It was 30 seconds of pure heaven for him. I can't speak for him because I haven't heard from him since, nor do I expect or want to, but for me, there are no round two scenarios possible. If he knew how to fuck and got me off, I'd swear I'd never do it again and then stuff my belly full of his dick when nobody was looking. But this guy is, I think, in his mid to late '40s. He's been married a long time...his fucking skills aren't going to improve overnight. If he was single and the massive drama he brings with him wasn't a possibility, he would probably be that friend I fuck who eventually learns to master the art of all things pussy. I mean, I enjoyed talking with him. He was pleasant to be around. But he's married, and he got caught putting his dick in me, and the whole world is now on fire because of it. All too much for me. I got too much shit to do besides listening to lectures about how I should keep my legs closed.