Angry husbands

It has always surprised me that the husbands who have found out about me have been more angry with me than with their wives. Of the sixty or more lovers I have had, around forty have been married. Of those, three husbands have found out about me, two of which have found out my identity, as well. Both of them found out in exactly the same way. The stories of the two of them are uncannily similar and happened within five years of each other, in 1989 and 1994, when I was 43 and 48.

In those days, I used the advertising journal, 'Loot' to find lovers. The first of the two women, Jane, met me first in a B&Q car park (For non-UK readers, B&Q is a store which sells DIY goods, tools, paint etc). I got in her car and she was so nervous that I reassured her by showing her my driving licence and a credit card. I advised her that she would feel more secure on her first visit to my home if she was able to confide in a friend and give her those details. The fact that I had offered this, reassured her that I wasn't the mad axe man.

(I do not wish to stress enough that women should never ever trust a strange man, even if their absolute fantasy is to have sex with a stranger. I think I went too far in giving my identity away at such an early stage, but there are other equally assuring things one can do, such as pay for a hotel room with a debit or credit card while the woman is present.)

Anyway, Jane was among the small number of women I have fallen in love with. She was 25. I used to be able to work from home a couple of days a week. On those days, Jane came round. We didn't just make love, but we went for walks, afternoon tea and played cards. The sex was fantastic, too.

I adored her. We wrote to each other often. The mail at her house came after her husband had gone to work. I always got her to address letters to me on a type writer on brown envelopes, also adding my company name as part of the address. It always looked like work correspondence which Norma simply ignored. (My trick of using the name of the previous occupant wasn't a good idea then, because we had been in the house a long time and it would have seemed strange if there was a surge of correspondence for him. Details of how that deception worked was in my first two postings) Using brown, typed envelopes worked.

Five years later, when Jane was off the scene, I met Linda, again through the personal columns of 'Loot,' the advertising paper. My ad was always the same, 'Happily married professional man seeks lover.' Linda was special and the one I think about most, even though I haven't seen her for years. We even went on holiday together, when Norma thought I was on business trips. I wrote to Linda, too. I should have learnt my lesson from Jane, but I didn't.

I mentioned that the two cases were so similar that they sound like the same story: I met both through Loot, both were a lot younger than me, I fell in love with both of them and in each case, we wrote love letters to each other. Both women kept some of their letters from me in their handbags and both husbands began to wonder why their wives suddenly had started to take their handbags with them everywhere they moved, even into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, or into the toilet, even when they weren't having a period.

In each case, after the husband's suspicion had been aroused, the women left their handbags unattended in a moment of distraction. One of them simply left her handbag in the lounge to answer the phone, situated in the hall and was kept on line for a long time. The other left her bag in the lounge to attend to her child who had fallen in the garden. In both cases the husband pounced. In both cases they found not just letters from me, but a letter ready for posting to me, complete with name and address. Uncannily similar, but true.

In both cases, the husbands came angrily to my house. It was a small miracle that Norma didn't find out. On the first occasion, Norma had 'flu' and was in bed. On the second occasion, she had just gone out. Both husbands were incredibly angry and wanted to tell Norma, but I lied to both husbands and told them that Norma had left me and that we were getting a divorce. Both men believed me but threatened violence and left. There were ugly scenes.

I am much more careful now, but even the internet doesn't give the anonymity that most people think. Unless you take steps to wipe your computer clean, every email you send by a web browser (Hot mail, Yayoo, Live GMail etc, etc, is stored on your computer and can easily be found, if you know where to look. It is also easy to wipe those records. Email me and I'll tell you how: philanderer@live.co.uk. More of that in a later posting, but let me say that I am becoming very aroused at the thought of Thursday and my liaison with the lady dentist. She says that her clitoris is twice the size of most women and claims that this makes her more aroused than most, more of the time. let's see how it goes...