Forbidden fruit: Crushes and affairs

THis thread will end in tears

years ago with my boss. he was straight-married (unhappily), I was in a long term relationship (unhappily). we had a friendship with a romantic element - it just seemed, well sort of comfortable - like with a gay friend, a little flirtation - we were both lonely having partners who didn't like to, or were to busy to go out and have fun - so him being new to the city, I introduced him to some of my favorite places - we went to the theater, restaurants, concerts - etc. and well just started to fall in love (well so I thought). One night we went to an outside event (a tasting of some sort) and ended up back at work very late, quite alone in the building and we had passionate, clothes torn off, lustful mind blowing primal dirty sweaty fucking sucking fingering humping sniffing licking eating nasty sex on the desk and floor and then when we were on our way out we started again in a closet - this went on for a couple of months, then he got weird - and another sort of story began, not fun, not hot, really quite sad - but that's for another thread

Years ago I made the mistake of going to bed with a childhood friend after he found out that I was Gay. He was very straight (Jock in HS) and dated the best of the best including all of the school's cheer squad (Females). I always enjoyed going out with him for a night of straight bars and strip joints (Which I actually enjoyed although I have been out from many years). One night we got very drunk and he had picked me up at my apartment so he was the only ride I had. He said he was too drunk to drive me home and that I could sleep at his place as his wife and he just got a divorce and no one else was at his place. Long story short...I wound up in bed with him; nothing was ever said, it just happened. In the morning, he wouldn't look at me and I seriously thought that he was going to commit suicide as he was extrememly remoresful (He insisted that I fuck him, which I did). We rode to my place hung over and in silence. When we got there, he said he never wanted to see me again. I said nothing and left. We remained at odds for many years. I read in the local news paper that he had died recently of M.S. The sad part was that we were as close as brothers up until that night; I've always regretted that.

I had friends I'd met towards the end of college. They got together during school and were engaged at some point while we were still all there.

She was a school teacher and he was a musician. He was very handsome, bearded, laid back (James Tupper reminds me of him.) They were planning the wedding and he started to panic. He broke it off once but then they got back together.

One night when we were out together, he admitted he had bi tendencies. He crashed at my place. He kept doing that…and after one pretty emotional session of drinking (and a little crying on his part) he kissed me. And then we fucked, and fucked, and fucked. It was the most earth scorching sex I'd ever had. He had a nice lean body and a big dick. He was a champion top, so it couldn't have been his first time with a guy (or at least with anal sex).

Of course, he ended up marrying her, but not before he "confessed" to her, which destroyed my friendship with both of them. I know what I did was not right and not fair to her, but I feel like I paid a big price for it and he didn't.

It definitely wasn't a crush, but in college I had an affair with a prominent lawyer in Florida. He would come to my dorm (I'd let him in through a side entrance) with beer and condoms, and we'd drink and fuck. He was only the second guy I had been sexual with, and even though he wasn't my type we got together several times over the spring semester. Turns out that he was a total schemer...he had originally told me he was a 28 year old law student, but he turned out being a 38 year old lawyer (I was only 18 and couldn't really tell he was older...he could at least pass for early 30s in hindsight). He was also married with children. Luckily, things ended when I went home for the summer and ended up transferring to another school.

Oh, so many. Yes, I'm a whore.

My best female friend's husband.

My college gymnastics teacher.

My male roommate's bf.

My hustler friend's paying trick.

The boy I used to babysit for. (After he was of age.)

I guess I had some boundary issues.

But now I'm an eldergay and rarely have any activity with anyone at all.

A college assistant football coach and I carried on a 5 month sexual relationship fueled with recreational drugs. It was the hottest sex I have ever had.

He was 9 years older and totally played up the "player with the ladies" reputation around campus. Little did everyone know - he was actually riding my cock sniffing poppers and drinking GHB in his condo every weekend.

It ended badly and he checked himself in to a drug program and tried to "reclaim his innocence" with the church and help from the Lord.

"My college gymnastics teacher."

Wait, what? You attended a college where male gymnastics - or ANY gymnastics - were part of the curriculum? I didn't know colleges had this. Where was this, The College of MARY! and MARY!

His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I. Very cute. Dark, curly hair. Dreamy eyes.

Oh, you meant forbidden? Well, there was this one creepy, stalkerish guy who said things that were right out of the worst pulp novels. Tall and lanky. He seems like he was closeted gay or at least bi, conflicted about his feelings. He really knew how to wield a sword, if you know what I mean, and had an unhealthy attachment to a scheming, evil much older man. He told me he couldn't breathe he loved me so much. Last I heard, he's still having trouble breathing.

[quote]You attended a college where male gymnastics - or ANY gymnastics - were part of the curriculum? I didn't know colleges had this.

Phys Ed courses are required in some colleges. I went to a college where skish was one of the Phys Ed classes. Skish is casting with a fishing pole.

The service academies require PE courses (unless you're on one of the athletic teams).

In my teens and throught out college I worked in a call centre, this chick named Michelle sat in the cubicle opposite.

Well every weekend she had a story of dating mishaps, cute girl with long flowing locks. She always told of a story where date went bad, the guy was either a jerkoff/asshole/or just a spazz case.

After digging, I found out all those stories were of black dudes, she had a thing for black dudes. We got to talking I always told her that most guys are major assholes , well the straight ones,( I'm not racist I'm of mixed heritage, my dad is black). So I mentioned she should prolly try dating some other race. She knwe I was gay, so after a few weeks of talking, she hit on me on a weekend shift, we made out in the bathroom on the fifth floor. Our offices were on the second floor and we usually went up for smoke breaks on the fifth floor. The offices were usally empty on Saturdays.

The following weekend shifts, thing started progressing to fondling and soon we were having full out sex in the ladies washroom. Then it went for months, we hooked up at her place in my dorm.

It was fun while it lasted but it didn't end well, I end up quitting that job.

My junior high school science teacher. Buff, bearded, dark-haired lady's man. Ran into him at a local gym years later while I was in college. He was then married with a kid. We started with steam room suck sessions. Then moved to hooking up at a low-rent motor lodge nearby. He turned me out with extreme prejudice. The whole affair lasted for 3 months, then I moved to NYC.

Saw him a couple of years later at the mall, with screaming brat in tow. He was out of shape but still kinda hot. The moment he saw me he almost melted with lust. But we just walked right by each other.

I still jerk off about him.

[R13] photos please! LOL

Stuff like this never happens to me

Bump it

With

A Trumpet

[quote](And before anyone gets any ideas: Please, nothing illegal, incestuous, or out of one's species, thanks.)

Well, that lets me out.

Holy ... these are really SAD. You were so right, R1. Mine wasn't so bad (just for me.) I fell for this guy from a distance, and all my bar friends kept teasing me to make a move, but he was so hot I never .. anyway, I finally did and it was amazing and wonderful and he just never went home, then moved in for real. About the same time he had applied for work where I worked and actually got the job at about day 3 of our thing. Only problem was that he was waaaay below me on the pecking order and having this relationshipa was extremely inappropriate. Worse. much worse, mine was a live-in position, so that effectively meant he was living in as well. Inappropriateness off the scale.

Word spread. Pretty much everyone learned about it but no one TOLD ME. Amazing how you can live in a complete fog. Finally, the big boss (really big) called me in and asked me point blank, "Are you a homosexual?" the question I had had a terror about since age 4 or so, and here it was coming from the most important man in the world. I said yes. No reaction. He just said that the young man had to quit or move out. Most horrible meeting of my life lasted about 25 seconds. (I fired him myself the instant I got home.) We lasted about 4 more months, but after he, and my boss, had moved on the new big boss wasn't cool at all and got rid of me.

What's a "live-in position", precious? What's a "live-in position"?

R5, I remember you.

R2, please tell us the rest

R18 - WTF are you talking about? How old are you? Where did you work?

More please

Work at a nationally circulated magazine you would recognize.

Think my editor-in-chief is a married, closeted lesbian — not an uncommon belief in our office — and I would love, love, love to fuck her senseless.

um r24 which mag?? and what's her name?

You can't be giving haf ass details, most of the other posts were about no name people, thus no names revealed.

After college, I got an internship at that right-wing national news channel. I was AMAZED to learn how many gays work there, including a lot of on-camera personalities. I got very friendly with one of the on-camera talent, but I'd heard no gay rumors about him so I assumed he was straight. He took me out for a drink on my birthday, one thing led to another, and we began an intense, sexual relationship that lasted over two years - very business-like at work, but away from the studio incredibly hot. I was young and eager, he was insatiable. He even pulled some strings to get me a paying job when my internship ended.

One day he told me he had met a woman and wanted to marry her - she got pregnant with twins before the wedding (he was the father) - I was angry and hurt and got another job. We didn't speak after that until a year into the marriage when he came to my apartment a little drunk and wanting to rekindle. We had amazing sex but he went home to his wife and kids. I've moved on but every once in a while our paths cross and he looks at me with his puppy dog eyes and I hesitate... and when I catch him on TV spouting the party line I think "I've had my dick in your mouth!"

R19 I'd be embarrassed to type a question like that, Miss Sniff, but just for you - it's a slightly higher level of domestic, one who doesn't have to take the bus to work.

Wow - so who has had twins lately?

Pretty much everyone I've ever had a strong attraction to or fallen in love with in my life falls in that camp unfortunately, OP:

1) 42 yr old divorced male w/girlfriend his age and son mine, when I was 21.

2) married, male, my teaching assistant in college.

3) married again, female, good friend with two kids now and an evangelical Christian to boot. still trying to get over this one.

also the only kid I ever had a crush on in high school turned out to be gay...does that count?

r26, who at Fox News are you trying to protect? What are you accomplishing by it? Is it worth it, in the hopes he rings your doorbell drunk once more? Out the motherfucker! (at least on Datalounge, he can always say it's just vicious gossip but we'll know better).

R6, I went to a big state university with a major presence in college sports.

They had a gymnastics team and several classes non-majors could take.

I took gymnastics because I was in theater and dance, and I wanted to have some gymnastics tricks to use in shows and to make my dancing more athletic.

The instructor was a grad assistant and former competitor who was a perfect small package of hard muscle, flexibility, boyish face and amazing ass.

He was always putting his hands all over me to help me with "placement," and I would get instant wood and erect nipples, which he pretended not to notice.

One day I saw him off campus and he invited me to his apartment. Without saying a word, it was completely obvious we were going to fuck. We did everything possible, giving and receiving. I would have sold my soul to have done it again, but he had a roommate who wasn't home at the time and was almost certainly his bf.

He gave me an A in the class, even though I was not an accomplished gymnast.

Oops I was addressing R8 in R31. Sorry.

R21 - the relationship just began to deteriorate. He began to behave erratically and do/say things out of character. He would make homophobic remarks and started to act like a knuckle dragging beer swilling idiot. There were some political things going on at the company as well - and long story short, I found out that he was setting me up to be fired. He would ignore me for days, then ask me to go for a drink and tell me he needed me, and other times would tell me he needed to end it all. I told him that I would have no problem just having a work relationship or even a friendship - but I think he honestly wanted me to be crushed, and although I was so hurt and depressed, I was able to seem on the outside like all was fine (something I've always been able to do). It was really time I left having been there for 10 years so started to look for a new job - he even tried to interfere with that. I found out this was his pattern, he attempted the same thing with a woman when I left - and he had the same type of relationship with a man at the job he left and a woman at the job before that. He would just find vulnerable unhappy people, wine and dine them, pretend to be in love, then rip the rug out from under them and get them fired. Why would he do that - I guess only because he can. He eventually got fired and now he's at another company but I don't have any contacts there to see if he's pulling the same crap. I think a lot of times these types of affairs are a result of people on power trips.

Hm, r26. Kyra Phillips and John Roberts aren't married, are they?

R34 Acc to Wiki "Previously married, in 2010 Phillips became engaged to Fox News correspondent John Roberts. She gave birth to their twins on March 15, 2011" I would not have guessed John Roberts.

r35, I think my guess is pretty solid. But r26 said "a year into the marriage ..." Maybe r26 mistyped. Maybe not.

I dont see anything about Robers and Phillips being married. Unless they did it under the radar.

R34, John Roberts doesn't fit R26's timeline.

According to his bio at Fox, JR joined Fox in January 2011.

The twins were born in March 2011.

R26 states they had a two-year affair before the guy decided to marry the mother of his twins. Then a year after the marriage, the guy came to R26's apartment and they had sex and since then have run into each other "once in a while."

John Roberts' twins aren't even a year old yet, and he's not married.

So apparently someone else at Fox has twins, but they are apparently at least two or three years old or even older.

It's not John Roberts. It's another Fox anchor, whom I won't name because his kids are now maybe 5 or older, and they shouldn't suffer for their father's misdeeds, R30.

But you all can keep guessing, and if you get it I'll acknowledge it. One more clue: CSL

oooo a clue, I love adventures and am sure it's one of these:

C. S. Lewis, Coordinated Science Laboratory, Chinese Sign Language, Clay Sanskrit Library, comma-separated list, C scripting language, COCHIN SHIPYARD LIMITED, CAL Spora Luxembourg

Narrowing it down, who at Fox either reads Sanskrit or has worked scrapping ships in India.

Had an affair with my married boss for at least a year. It ended over 10 years ago and every now and then he tries to lure me back.

Did my Freshman Comp TA in college (hot Black Irishman, wish I had pics).

Fucked/dated/etc. any number of co-workers, is that really scandalous though?

And, erm, any number of married guys (I know, Cristal).

Cock Sucking Lips, which means Hemmer, right?

CSL at Fox News could mean Shep Smith.

R2/33, thanks for your story. Wow, he sounds a real conflicted case, possibly very deep bipolar or mental issues?

You wish people like that could be set free of whatever grief they bear that forces them to become such awful losers and ultimately, broken losers. Sometimes you just have to ship out and let them make their own mistakes and learn the hard way.

It makes you wonder if he had a bad family history of hurt and abuse though. Sad. You did the right thing getting out and not looking back. You sound a really strong person.

There's got to be more than this.

There's got to be a morning after...

There's no tomorrow.

In Australia, CSL means one thing: Commowealth Serum Laborotories - they do vaccine research and - I think - manufacture flu vaccines... So maybe the fox person had a big story to do with flu, birdflu or SARS...? (about as likely as the Sanskrit connection I think)

HERE'S your forbidden fruit!

My (straight, married with kids, older)superior at work. It wasn't just an affair, I fell for this woman like a blind roofer. I ended up leaving my job cos the situation was messing with my head so much, but kept seeing her. I'm now in academia and working at a very prestigious college. The dean of the college is my lover's husband.

(R 48) I'd dry Michael's pear any time.

I had several secret "dates" with the married-with-kids pastor of a local church. He has a huge congregation and he's really seen as a leader in this wealthy community.

I met him online. It was kind of weird that I had to get "vetted" by him because he was so far on the down-low -- we traded emails, then photos, then we had a phone call, then we met at a public place, then we made plans to meet at my house for sex. He said that he and his wife hadn't had sex in years, and that his wife knew he was gay and he had permission from her to have sex outside the marriage because she was sick with some kind of chronic illness. (I think he was lying about his wife knowing he was gay.)

I broke it off after a few meetings just because it was too much work to deal with all of his rules and baggage. I think I was more turned on by how "wrong" it was than I was turned on by him.

Another strange thing about it was that it seemed perfectly obvious to me that he was gay -- he was not the most masculine guy; subtly feminine voice and mannerisms. But when you see him with the "pillars of the community" -- the men who are part of his congregation -- they all take for granted that he is straight and they all seem completely clueless when it comes to seeing that their beloved pastor loves to suck cock.

I have run into him out in public a few times since. He's always friendly, and if there is no one else around within ear shot, he hits on me.

R7, was this in Texas by chance? I think that guy picked me up at Oilcan Harry's once.

I hear ya R50. DAMN he's hot.

For the past few years I've been in a relationship with a woman 27 years older than me. She's been in a lavender marriage situation for 22 years now and doesn't want to upset her daughter or social position. Most of her social circle knows but as long as she acts like the relationship's nonexistent then it's acceptable. She's elegant and clever and great in bed so I'm more than fine with putting up with it, it's not as though I have a burning desire to talk to her bratty preteen daughter or gaggles of sixty year old society women or deal with the rest of the shit that her life is, and it keeps up some illusion of her chasing me so I don't feel too insecure about being a glorified whore. That and knowing that after after graduation I already have a position at a great architecture firm, I am secure, so I'm not truly reliant on her.

Every once in a while I slip into wishing that I could be part of her life more but then I remember that only reason things are going so well is that she perceives me as a relief from her life and that I'm not at all included as a real person within her life. If remembering that doesn't work then I just ask for a few days alone to get some distance and independence back, she occasionally asks for the same as well, it's not a really annoying request. I do like our relationship, I'm in it because I don't want to be in any other sort of relationship.

Darling R54, you have some big self-esteem issues.

I had an affair with my art teacher in highschool. It didn't help with my grades, cause I was and still am a talented artist *smile*.

But he had a big cock and wanted to fuck me so bad... I was scared of that anaconda. So we did other stuff in bed, more than just a blow-job, it was more intimate than that. He was ugly, though, had a rat face but he had amazing gorgeous eyes.

I "seduced" him by sending him a note as a secret admirer (this was back in '96) and left my house phone number for him to call. When he called he could hear I was a teen, I didn't tell him who I was but told him I was legal "I lied and said I was 19". I honestly didn't know he was bisexual, I was just a horny teenager and wanted his ass and cock.

I got him all worked up and we decided to meet. He picked me up in town one evening, and when he arrived at the spot I said I would be at, he was shocked. He panicked at first, but I assured him that he has nothing to worry about, I wouldnt tell a soul. He really was shocked that it was one of his students, then I put my hand on his thigh and felt he was a bit tense, then I felt the cock throbbing against his pants. It was hard and thick. He then leaned in to kiss me, I was so turned on. He drove me to his studio and then it happened.

And we still keep in touch to this day. When I'm done with grad school and return to my country I will pay him a visit.

Is it Rick Folbaum, R26?

I had a crush on a college professor, she was young, tall, thin and good looking. She ended up sexually assualting me and stalking me (I'm female). This was in the late '70s and early '80s. She went to porn movies with her husband and some guy they hung with and wanted me to go with them and join them afterward.

She told me she was into S&M & wanted to teach me some discipline. I found out later her husband's Dad had been tortured by the Nazis. I shudder to think what hardcore crap they were into. I am convinced she is a psychopath and I think he has asperger's.

She was so kind and caring in the class room, everyone thought she was wonderful.

this thread has been more interesting to read than all the celeb gossip i think there is something about the honesty and reality here that makes it both turn on and intriguing

I've been with my partner for nearly 17 years now, but I recently hooked up with a crazy Guatemalan dude who texts me and calls me all the time after I blew a load down his throat.

He's short and stocky with a nice foreskin overhang, which I find irresistible, so i put up with it.

He also told me he has a wife and four kids in the home country, so I don't feel too bad about it.

R8 - here are some of the PE classes you can take at Dartmouth:

Chinese dance, classical ballet, tumbling, fencing, golf, self defense, etc.

Most colleges now include ballroom dancing , yoga, hip hop dancing, and I forget the latest name for all those outdoorsy kind of things we used to do in camp like the zip line. I think they call it outdoor survival.

At any rate, PE is now FUN!

I have a horrible crush on my (female) boss, who pings every light on my gaydar. Married. Young kids. Big house. Wealthy husband, who also has his own set of whispers.

Whenever we talk, the conversation tends to be friendly and often open with intimate details (hers as well as mine) until she closes it off, suddenly, with a Prussian air of decorum. Sometimes I look up and see her staring at me from her office.

I am alternately relieved and frustrated that I dont interact with her more on a daily basis. One of my higher ups is a gay man who has known her a long time (in fact, she hired him), and I have a frightened myself a few times by letting slip to him that I think she's a lesbian — which he has never refuted.

My ovaries are a deep shade of blue for her. The whole thing scares me a little, honestly.

I'm allergic to strawberries.

I wants to lick Paul Ryan's dingle berries

I cannot believe all these so called drunken encounters. When people are that drunk how can they get it up.

Also some of you I would not want as my friend, going after friends partners is a no-no. With friends like that who needs enemies.

R65 is unfuckably ugly

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Well, I've been having an affair with one of my bosses since April lol. He was the first guy I've ever been with, ever even kissed. He had been in hot pursuit of me since I started (about 4 years ago), although I always just thought he was being nice. Anyway, my girlfriend and I broke up (and it was a BAD breakup) and guess who was there to comfort me?

One night after that we got really drunk and things got really flirtatious and he confessed that he "thought of me when he masturbated" and had had a crush on me for years. Long story short, we ended up messing around (no sex, just touching and kissing) and about a month later it blossomed to full on fucking.

It's been going on about once a week ever since. We're basically best friends who do it sometimes. Oh! And his nephew is one of my best friends : )

I have the biggest crush on this Asian guy that lives in my apartment complex. To cut to the chase, his ass is fucking HUGE for an Asian dude. I'm totally obsessed with him, I always hope I run into him when I go out to check my mail or empty my trash. I even took a picture of his license plate with my phone. I want to fine out more about him.

I'm a married female college professor enamored of one of my students. In my defense, I'm thirty-seven, and he's thirty-nine, so the crush isn't age inappropriate, just professionally and personally unethical. This is the third of my courses in as many semesters as he's taken, so I've gotten to know him fairly well, and I want him more all the time. It doesn't help that he's pretty frank about how much he enjoys sex. I'd so much rather be kissing him than grading his essays. So, kind of tame by the standards of Datalounge, but he gives me something pleasant to think about while I'm at home teaching a toddler to use the potty.

Is R70 parody?

Ugh. Unfortunately, not a parody at all, but thanks for the short, sharp reminder of exactly how ridiculous it all sounds outside of my head. I've been making it an ironclad policy not to fuck students since 1998, and there's no good reason to violate that policy now.

The ages aren't what stand out, R70, but a current student telling his professor how much he enjoys sex is really asking for trouble.

And not the good kind.

Also an excellent point, but you'll just have to trust me that in the interests of brevity, I've summarized and paraphrased a year+ of conversations in a way that comes across as creepy when he's actually not. Perfectly normal man. No penchant for murdering prostitutes. Nothing like that at all. Geez, I really must be into him if I'm this invested in defending his honor.

The only one I can think of that would match the forbidden part is sleeping with the student gym teacher my Sophomore year in High School. I 've had a lot of experiences like these listed but don't understand why you think they're so scandalous. Just life and sex.

I've wanted to be with straight men, but only as a woman. And only as a natural-born woman, which I'll never be. I've never thought that transitioning would help me with all of this.

It's not so much forbidden as it is impossible. The universe forbids it, if you will.

Life and sex can be great. They should be. It is the professional life and sex that I am discussing, as were you.

33 year old female college professor when I was 17.

Hot r2.

A few years ago I met a guy on a work trip. He was staying at the same hotel as me, and we hit it off at the lobby bar. Turns out, we both lived within 45 minutes of each other. We had amazing sexual chemistry, and vowed to get together at home. He was everything i love sexually: a bald, tattooed bearded daddy type who wanted nothing more than to fuck me. I explained to him I had a partner of 10 years, and this wasn’t something I normally do. He was single, and didn’t really mind my situation.

We started getting together at home; me making excuses to my partner and then going to his house. Somewhere along the line it turned into something more. Me, having only one serious relationship my entire life, didn’t see the warning signs. We definitely fell for each other. He put a stop to it, and I was crushed. I didn’t understand why I felt the way I did, as it had never happened to me before. We tried to remain friends without the sex, but it wasn’t sustainable.

Once in a while, I still run into him at one of the local cruisy xxx stores not far from where both of us live. Sometimes I go just hoping I’ll run into him. When we do see each other there, we will have sex, but with little conversation after other than generic how’s life etc.

R80 you yada yada’d the best part.

When I was a TA in grad school, I crushed on a freshman student of mine one fall semester. Then he showed up in my spring semester course. Ugh.

Fast forward to the following summer. I was shopping at a mall near my apartment and ran into him. He asked how I was doing and I told him that I was spending a lot of time at my apartment complex's pool. Blah blah, I ended up inviting him over to swim. He came by on Saturday afternoon and we went to the pool. The sun set and we went to my apartment and ordered pizza. Beer, sex, sleep, and pounding at my door at 7 AM Sunday morning.

His MOTHER came to pick him up. She was mad as hell. I never thought to ask how he'd gotten to my place; I guess I assumed that he drove himself. Nope, his mom brought him. He "forgot" to call her to say he was not coming home. I was 22; he was 19.

Oh no r82! That was always a problem with an age gap. A guy invited me back to his parents’ place once. I declined.