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My husband and I met when he was in the midst of divorcing his first wife, and his daughter was still in pre-kindergarten. His daughter and I got along quite well and he and I became best friends. He proposed to me nearly three years after we began dating. When it’s just the two of us together he’s very supportive and I feel like I’m the most important person to him. But when his daughter is around I feel like I’m pushed to the wayside.

Of course, when his daughter was young, I understood that she was his top priority. He was only granted visitation every other weekend and his ex-wife was stingy about letting him see her any additional days. But she’s in college now. Even though she and I still get along, we’re nowhere near as close as when she was little.

My husband’s primary focus is on her when she’s home, and because of that, I feel like a third wheel. Example: several years ago my husband had to travel for business and said that he’d be missing my 40th birthday. I was very hurt that he wouldn’t be able to celebrate my milestone with me and asked if he couldn’t change his travel dates just that once. He told me that if he did he’d miss more of his visitation and he didn’t want to do that. Needless to say, I was extremely hurt that something so important to me didn’t matter to him.

Recently, that incident came up and I said that I definitely want us to celebrate my 50th birthday together since we couldn’t celebrate my 40th together. He flew off the handle when I brought that up and stated that his daughter will always be his top priority and, as his second wife, I should have known that. So, is this true? Am I always going to be second place to his daughter? Or am I not that important?

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My wife and I have an excellent relationship filled with love, admiration, and mutual respect. We have been married for over five years and are blessed with two amazing children. Generally, we are very good communicators and do not shy away from things that are bothering us. The issue I present to you in our marriage is an extrinsic one that we both disagree on how best to handle.

We live in an apartment complex with lots of young couples. There is a joint area where children play while the parents supervise. I have noticed that one of the husbands acts in a way that makes it obvious to me that he has a “crush” on my wife. Although I have tried not to let it bother me and even to become friends with him, his behavior constantly renews feelings of discomfort inside me to the point that it is difficult to ignore him.

My wife is an objectively extremely attractive woman combined with a magnetic, lively and charming personality. Whenever my neighbor is watching his children outside, he engages my wife in conversation. To be clear, he makes no attempts at overt romantic flirtation per se, but he is always looking for an excuse to interact with her. Interestingly, his social engagement with my wife is dramatically absent in the presence of his own wife or when I am around.

Surprisingly, when he and I are one on one, in contrast to his typical chattiness with my wife, his demeanor is remarkably introverted and aloof. He displays complete disinterest when we cross paths and I try to wish him a good day. Yet, there is no reason for me to believe that I have done anything to warrant animosity from him. I am a very easy-going, non-intimidating person, and I am particularly non-confrontational. Frankly, I find his contrasting demeanors to be shockingly transparent.

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We were in bed watching a movie about a normal housewife that was forced to become a LovePeddler to make ends meet. It was then that my wife Andrea said she wondered what it would be like being a LovePeddler. We talked about it for quite a long time weighing the good against the bad.

Out of nowhere my wife says, "I wonder if I'd make a good LovePeddler." Thinking this was just pillow talk to get the mood stronger I replied, "I don't know. Maybe we should try you out." The next thing I knew, we were talking about what street corner would be best for her to start on.

The very next Friday night when I got home from work, my wife was dressed up in a very short skirt, fishnet nylons, and a top tied up showing her entire mid drift. On the couch was our usual baby sitter. "What's this?" I asked. "Well if I'm going to do this, I have to look the part." She whispered. "Are you serious about this?" I asked. "Yes." She confirmed.

I was beside myself as my wife took me out to the car and we headed down town. We pulled over at a dirty part of town. There didn't seem to be any other whores around to compete with so she got out and started pacing the block. I sat in the car watching like I was her love-vendor. An hour went by without anybody confronting her.

Then suddenly this guy stopped and talked to her. I couldn't hear what was being said, but my wife was flirting pretty good with him. The next thing I knew he walked her down an alley. I was worried about her so I got out of the car and crept over to the alley entrance. Peering around the building I saw the man standing against the wall and my wife slowly lowing herself in front of him.

It was so surreal seeing my wife, and the mother of our children, get down on her knees and take the stranger's c*** into her mouth. As far as she'd already taken this, I still didn't believe she would go all the way. Now here she was with a complete stranger's c*** in her mouth licking and sucking on it from one end to the other. She even licked his balls a few times.

It drove me crazy watching my wife pleasure another man. I wanted to run down that alley and drag her home. But I knew she'd never forgive me. She wanted to experience this first hand for some reason. The man put his hand on the back of my wife's head and began f***** her face. Then all of a sudden he let out a huge groan. Immediately I knew he was c******.

He grunted and groaned more and more as he shot another and another load of his c** into my wife's mouth. To my surprise Andrea began to swallow it. I watched her throat gulp down at least four loads of this man's c**. Then she smiled as she licked her lips looking up at him. The man rubbed his c*** on my wife's face a few times before putting it away and walked toward me, leaving my wife on her knees.

I ducked out of sight till he was gone, then approached my wife as she emerged from the dark alley. "What are you doing here?" She asked. "I wanted to make sure you wee okay." I explained. "I'm fine. Go back in the car. I'll call you if I need your help." She said with some of the man's sperm dripping from her chin.

Reluctantly I returned to the car and waited. Over the next few hours, five more men took my wife down that back alley. I snuck over and watched two of them f*** her against the wall and one of them f*** her face like the first guy. It was 1:30 am when she finally climbed in the car with me and we drove home.

On the way she proudly showed me the $900.00 she'd made. Thinking this was over now I planned on putting it all behind us. But Saturday night was the same thing only with more guys. It seemed word was getting around that there was a new hooker on the street and lots of guys wanted to try her out. She made $1600.00 Saturday night and surprisingly $2100.00 Sunday.

Monday morning, my wife went back to her regular job teaching elementary school. However she says she's not sure she's not going to want to do it again sometime. She keeps talking about it in bed and says it really turned her on. When we shop, she looks at possible outfits that would be good for her to wear on the street corner. I guess I'll have to wait and see if my wife is going to become a full time LovePeddler.

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I live in Las Vegas and have been married for 10yrs. My wife fell into the gambling addiction a few years ago. It hasn't mattered what I say to her or how much I ask her to stop gambling, she can't or won't.

She can stay up half the night in a casino, but when she is at home she is always tired and not in the mood to have s** with me. Sometimes her sister will come in from California for the weekend and she will stay at the hotel with her sister so they can just gamble the weekend away together.

My next door neighbor is Judy, she is in her 50's I think but damn good looking. She is an Office Manager and always looks great. She will tell you she is a blonde in a bottle and it makes her look sexy regardless.

One night I was taking the trash cans to the curb when Judy came out to do the same thing as me. We had a bit of conversation but nothing personal, just talked about the weather and things like that. I made a comment that her husband had her trained to take the garbage to the curb and she replied she had put her husband to the curb a few months ago, and left it at that.

A few weeks went by and Judy came over to give something to my wife. They had been talking about Magazines of some kind and Judy brought the Magazine over for my wife to see. It was Saturday afternoon and my wife was with her sister that had came into town that weekend.

I was p***** and I said something to Judy about her keeping the magazine because my wife could care less about it now and she wouldn't be home until late Sunday night after her sister left to go back to California. I made a comment about them being very extreme gamblers and Judy said that's why she put her husband to the curb.

Out of the blue I suddenly asked Judy if she would join me for dinner that night. I knew I was going to be alone but asking Judy to go out wasn't quite kosher. Before I could come to my senses Judy said she would love to have dinner with me.

When Judy came out of her house that evening she looked delicious. She had a nice summer dress on with high heel sandals. Her makeup was freshly applied and just enough jewelry to make it complete.

During dinner we both spilled our guts about our personal experiences with our spouses. I guess we both needed to get it out and we understood each other completely. Judy had put down almost a bottle of wine during and after dinner and I had put more than my share of Bud Light Limes away as well. When it was time to go I knew I wasn't in any shape to drive, so not being a hero we got a cab to take us back home. Judy said she would take me the next day to get my car and that worked for me.

The driver dropped us off at home about 11pm and Judy invited me in for Coffee, which I was in need of for sure. I sat on the barstool at the counter and watched her move around the kitchen. My mind must have wondered for a moment as Judy was suddenly standing behind me and she was running those long red nails up and down my back. Even through my shirt those nails sent shivers through me, and I was a great feeling as well.

The stool swiveled and I spun around and Judy was slightly above my eye level in her heels. It didn't matter, I reached up and pulled her towards me and I began to kiss those shiny red lips of hers.

Judy never resisted or hesitated on returning the kiss. Her mouth opened slightly and my tongue slipped between her red lips. We kissed like lovers do, not shy about the hunger we both had inside of us. Our embrace became one as I stood up from the stool and wrapped my arms around her, my tongue forcing it's self deeper into Judy's mouth.

Her own tongue battled back, swirling feverishly in my mouth as well. My right hand caressed her breast and she made a muffled sound of pleasure. Judy's hand found it's mark and began to work my c*** through my pants. Just kissing her got me hard and it was like a new sensation all over again.

By the time we got to Judy's bed there was no need for anymore pre-intimacy, we were both ready for the ultimate moment. Judy was soaking wet and I was rock hard. We f***** like animals in heat. Her long nails raking my back as I pounded into her. She got on top and rode me, then I would take her from behind. I tried to hold back but it had been too long, Judy urging me to keep f****** her until I erupted like a volcano into her loins. We lay there for a while in silence, her long red nails gently moving back and forth along my arm.

At some point Judy got up and went to the bathroom. I slowly drug myself out of bed and got dressed. She came out of the bathroom and walked up to me. I made a comment about her being short without her heels on. She said the next time she would leave them on and put them in my back. I decided then I was going to see if she meant that.

Judy and I get together rather frequently. We go to Dinner or to a movie, sometimes I take her dancing. We always come back and have great s**, and I have no guilty feelings about it.

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