Accidental Anal And She Likes It

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I accidentally had sex with my wife’s sister, thinking it to be her. Her sister keeps forcing me to have sex or she will tell my wife. How do I solve this?
I am a 30 year old man. Recently, my wife and I visited her parents' home. One night, I got a very strong sexual urge and to satisfy myself I went to the room where my wife was sleeping with her sister. I slipped under the blankets and had sex with my wife. However, later on I came to realise that it was not my wife at all, but rather her sister with whom I had had sex. She had neither protested nor revealed this to me through the act, as she was enjoying it, she told me. After that episode, my sister-in-law has forced me to have sex with her on many occasions and she is now threatening me that if I do not continue to satisfy her thus, she will tell my wife that I forced myself on her. Please tell me what I can do to resolve this situation. I love my wife deeply and do not want to lose her or see her hurt. What do you suggest I do?
Turn the table on her. Tell your wife that you are concerned that her sister is hinting that she would like you to have sex with her. Tell her that she should not sleep in the same bed with her either.
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I was hoping to not have to ask my questions, but today I started to really worry. During the last week of December, I engaged in a "stupid" act with a married man. He been married now for 34 years. He performed oral sex on me and also licked my anus. He tried to insert his penis into my vagina, but I pulled away. I am sure there was precum as I saw and felt it when I stroked his penis. He did rub his penis against my vagina and anus. He also inserted his finger into my anus. I don't know if he had precum on his hand/finger. Before putting his finger inside my anus, he left the bed, went into the bathroom to put petroleum jelly on his finger. He then returned and we continued. I performed oral sex on him for less than 20 seconds. He did not ejaculate. In fact, his penis never actually became erect. When I asked him why he wasn't getting hard, he said it is because he is an old man (he's 58 years old; he is a big guy around 250-300 lbs and I believe he's on blood pressure meds, although I'm not 100% sure). Maybe I just didn't turn him on. Within the last week, I've started to get a persistent headache. Sometimes my head hurts and other times it hurts across the bridge of my nose and when I press my face. And now, today my ears hurt. I never had a fever and no muscle aches although my shoulders feel tired (I've felt that at other times long before December). I have had migraine's my since I was in my early teens and I'm now in my 50's). I've read the low risk for oral sex, but it's the finger penetration that is continually running through my mind. I'm afraid his precum got into my anus. Today I took a test for gonorrhea, chlamydia and syphilis and expect those results back by the end of the week. He said he does not have any sexually transmitted diseases, but I don't know for sure. I do know that he has had several partners over his life time. I know I need to take a HIV test, but I have to work myself up to that. How risky was this behavior? Thank you.
This was a no-risk situation. I would not be concerned.
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Hello and thank you for the forum. I had a sexual encounter with another man earlier today and have been feeling anxious all afternoon. Since I didn't have a condom, I refused to bottom for him, but I ultimately allowed him to rub his penis against my anus. I started feeling pressure and realized he was pushing his penis inside of me. I stopped him, but I am worried that he may have inserted the head of his penis into my anus for about 5-10 seconds. I have had receptive anal sex previously and do not think that he fully penetrated me, as I was not in any pain at all. Although he stated that he is tested every six months and is negative, and that he has not had sex for a long time, I still do not know him well enough to trust it. I realize there is some degree of risk for HIV infection (as well as other STIs) but am curious as to how risky this scenario seems and whether I should get tested for this and when. I've heard about PEP and rapid tests, but don't really know if this situation warrants it. Thank you!
Based on the information you have provided me, it is unlikely that transmission of HIV occurred. It's possible that you were exposed to other STIDs during this encounter, and I would suggest testing for all STD's at the 30 day mark just to be sure. If it has been more than six months since your last HIV test then I would suggest one of those as well.
This situation does not warrant PEP. The risk was not great enough. I hope this helps.
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It was Day 3 of our honeymoon…dun…dun…dun! A day I will never forget. A day I learned what marriage was really about.
It was just three days after our big wedding, our “I Do’s,” our commitment to spend the rest of our lives together. For better or worse. In sickness and in health.
My husband had no idea how quickly I would bank on those vows!
Day 1 and Day 2 of our honeymoon were filled with splashes in the pool, walks along the beach, sunset watching, giant bike riding in the ocean, and seeing each other at our best–our sexiest outfits, our most agreeable moods, and our most fun and adventurous spirits.
On the evening of Day 2, we dined at a gorgeous beach side restaurant. We ate. We drank wine–all while gazing into each other’s eyes as the waves crashed on the shore nearby. It was so romantic. However, the next morning on day 3, I awoke to a gurgling stomach – churning – aching.
I knew that something was going to come out somewhere. It was just a matter of time. NOOOOOOOOOO! Not on my honeymoon!
I wanted to hide my pain. I wanted to pretend all was well so we could go snorkeling and continue being flirty and sexy and enjoying our fairy tale of love and romance and happiness and fun.
I was about to ruin it all with a reality check of “the runs.”
I couldn’t hide it any longer. I had to tell my husband of 3 days that I had the stomach bug. Every 20 minutes throughout the entire morning, I was running to the bathroom and then crawling back to bed. My sexy new spouse was right there. He was getting me sips of water. He was dabbing my sweaty head with a cool wash rag. He sat in a chair next to the bed as I groaned and complained – helping me – encouraging me – being there for me.
As the trips to the bathroom started winding down, all my strength and energy and modesty were gone. I simply quit putting my clothes back on. I quit caring that we were on our honeymoon. I quit caring that I was pooping every 20 minutes in our Honeymoon Suite right in front of my new forever man. I quit caring that I was a mess. I flopped over onto the bed falling face first into the pillows, and I hear my husband of less than 72 hour’s voice whisper to me….”Honey, you have some poop on your butt.”
And I thought I couldn’t feel worse. I didn’t care though. I couldn’t move. I just wanted to die of pain and now, of embarrassment. I was just lying there – hot, sweaty, stinky, naked – with poop on my sun-kissed butt.
Without saying another word, my brand new mate for life went into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, sat next to me on the bed, and——-wiped my butt. Yes, he wiped my butt. Now that’s love!
This moment will forever be known as our “Welcome to Marriage Moment!”
I was mortified, but at the same time, I was given a gift. A gift to see that my husband was going to be there for me no matter what. That he was going to be someone I could laugh with, have romantic dinners with, walk on the beach with, and enjoy the good times with, but he was also going to be someone who would stay by my side when I was at my worst. And that’s what matters most in life and in marriage.
We still laugh together, even after almost 17 years of marriage, as we reflect on Day 3 of our honeymoon. We recognize how much Day 3 prepared us (especially for my husband) for what was to come. He has seen me even more vulnerable, at my most disgusting, at my very, very, very worst. He has been there for the birth via C-Section of our three children. He has been there for countless stomach bugs, flu bugs, cold bugs, and even depression bugs.
He’s been there–by my side–through it all.
It hasn’t been easy. We’ve even been near divorce, but I’m so thankful that we both have been able to move forward, press on, and persevere through some really rough times, tough conversations, and painful moments. We have both grown and allowed God to shape us into the individuals and into the couple that we are today. Through our struggles, we’ve gained strength, wisdom, trust, and confidence in ourselves and in each other. Our marriage gets stronger with every year…with every day.
Even now, on Day 6,052 of our marriage, the honeymoon is well over, but we continue to celebrate those moments throughout our lives that have brought us closer together – more committed to one another – forever. Best friends by each other’s side no matter what comes our way – poopy butts and all!
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