My experience with a liar...
Part 3 - From Sex Crazed Swinger to Step Dad in seconds...
This page may contain graphic and triggering scenes for some readers. Some names have been changed to protect others affected by Drew’s lies.
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Sex Crazed Swinger Diaries page 1
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I thought he’d act somewhat differently if he had fucked someone else all weekend. I thought there’d be some hesitation when he kissed me, a lessening of affection, or he’d just be less horny. There wasn’t and he was as horny as he always was.
Paige obviously contracted BV after that first weekend she was with him for Heather’s birthday. He knew she likely would. But if he had used the condoms I packed him she might have gotten suspicious since he had told her he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else. His appearing like a good guy was more important than protecting her health.
Paige was at the age it was questionable if she was vaccinated for HPV.
If he gifted her my HPV 16/18 she could have it for life, or worse, it could potentially develop into cervical cancer in the future - possibly killing her, like the 5,000 women per year that die of the silent killer.
Even while he watched me suffer through my mother's ovarian cancer -- and heard me talk about how I could someday be in that same position but with cervical cancer chemo treatments - he still didn't bother to protect Paige or me -- and his lack of respect for womens' sexual health was his ultimate downfall -- with me anyway.
I had explained to him many times about the importance of asking if a partner is vaxxed for HPV. I had asked him to tell Regun and Jess about my HPV when we were trying to get with them and their men. Who knows if he ever actually told them about it or not. He played the part of listening, caring partner very well - but when it came to having hard conversations -- he just couldn't hack it.
Agree with them - say you'll do the right thing, but never follow through -- that's Drew's M.O.
He also had put Paige at risk for HSV-1 (herpes) since both he and I both had it.
When he was finally busted by Paige for that wee little lie of omission I'm sure he justified his actions with weak excuses like, “I thought I had told you” or “I’ve never had an outbreak so it isn’t a big deal”.
But I had told him about asymptomatic shedding and that you can transmit herpes without active or visible sores which is why disclosure up front was so important. Without disclosing, it meant his other partner was not truly given full consent. Without that HPV and HSV information - he put her at risk for several STI's and didn't give Paige a chance to decide if she was OK with everything he brought into their relationship - including the fact that he had another partner.
- Monday June 20, 2022 -
He hadn’t posted any snaps from his weekend with her for Heather's birthday and I assume he told her the same bullshit he told me from our weekend away with his friends. "No service" or "no time" to post. His lies covered so many details. While living with me and starting a long distance thing with her, he wasn’t going to be able to post shit about his life if he was going to successfully play us both.
While he was at work that day I sent him images of the traffic citation he had gotten on our weekend in Arkansas. He had gotten a ticket for an illegal U-turn in an unauthorized lane that only cops were supposed to use. His sexretary was checking if the fees had posted to mo.courts.gov yet.
“You’re the best!” He sent back.
"Nah I just love you," I said.
"I do love you" he said back minutes later. He was always good at not leaving me waiting. I didn't need to worry, I told myself, reassuringly.
My mind had been going back and forth all night while I lay next to him. I wondered if he was lying about sleeping with Paige. I kept looking for signs. He wasn't showing a lack of interest or affection. I looked back at his texts from his weekend away again for clues.
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On Saturday I had sent him pics in a new bathing suit from a Target dressing room. He responded within an hour, even while he was with her.
Ok - I thought. He was really good about checking in that weekend. Plenty of caring texts, and Saturday night he had called me 6 times - I had just missed his calls. He was mindful of my anxiety, and continued to make me feel like a priority. If he was fucking her, I had given him a safe space to tell me, and I gave him a chance to change our relationship agreement to include other partners if he wanted. I told him I understood loving more than one person, that monogamy wasn't for everyone, and that we could design our relationships however we wanted -- but we had to both really be honest about what it was we wanted. He liked things as they were, he said.
When he asked if I was okay I shared with him my worst fears that came up that weekend while he was away with his gorgeous 'college friend'. But along with those fears, I reminded him that I was strong enough to handle any of the situations above - so he could tell me, no matter what had happened and know that I could handle it. He had no reason to lie to me, I reassured myself.
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He said he loved being able to talk about our anxieties and fears openly. It disgusts me now, looking back, how well he played me and how easily he put my mind at ease with his lies. He put so much effort into appearing to be good. And even though he was allowed to have other partners, he continually told me he didn't have or want one unless I was involved.
All he had to do was have a conversation with me. I had given him the scripts. I had showed him back when he lived in Madison how easily you could discuss having another partner in an open relationship. He valued my honesty, he said - yet couldn't bear to be honest with me.
I hadn't expected him to sleep at home with me that night since he had just driven all the way back from Table Rock Lake and had to take the boat to his parent's garage in Fenton. His boat was a used Mastercraft wakeboarding boat that he was so proud of. He had told me he paid $35k for it while it was actually worth $55k. His parents had given him $40k back when they gave his sister the same cash for a down payment on a house. His friend Jake was originally going to go in with him on the boat - but Jake didn't have the money like Drew did, he said, so he impulsively spent $35k on his own boat at age 25, hoping it would mean he’d get a lot of pussy.
Drew had been a greaseball kid with a ton of acne and hadn't gotten much ass in high school. It got a little better once he got on Accutane in college, but he had insecurities about his body and his face and his looks that went deep. Getting women's attention now in this twenties and being good at sex gave him the validation he needed and had lacked for so long.
I didn't want him to feel obligated to drive another 35 minutes from his parents to my house after tucking the boat in and so much driving. So I gave him an out by saying I'd just see him tomorrow. But he refused it. If he didn't care about me -- he would have used that out and stayed home, I concluded. Instead he came right to me.
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He even called me that night he got back in town as he left his parents' house because he was excited to hear my voice, he said. Again, not something you do if you don't care for someone and are just using them - I told my anxious brain.
"I'm heading home. I set my GPS "home" to your place," he said on the phone with me and I melted. You don't do that unless you really care -- I thought.
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The school girl outfit I wore for him the night he returned from Table Rock had been a huge hit. The skirt only covered half of my ass and it matched the red furry accents on the bondage set he had given me. The sex tape we had made that night was 25 minutes in full. A slightly shorter romp than usual, but he said he had been cooking, cleaning and taking care of everyone all weekend, so it was justified. Though he claimed he was tired, he drilled me hard and hastily like he hadn’t fucked someone else all weekend.
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- Monday June 20, 2022 continued -
I had been working outside all morning and felt shitty from the toll Covid had taken on my lungs and body. He was sweet for checking on me, I thought. You don't do that to people you don't care about, I said to myself. You'd forget.
I was going to Smoothie King on my way home and his office was a quick exit on my way home. He loved the Vanilla Hulk smoothie as he tried to put more muscle on.
He came down from his office when I arrived and kissed me passionately even thought he had just left my house hours before. He asked how I was feeling and I told him I may have sensitivity to sun for a while. He kissed me again and complained about his workload. He needed to clean the boat out and help Heather at her house this week. He wouldn't likely be able to get home to me that night.
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"I love you babe. I'll be there tomorrow for sure. I slept so shitty this weekend. I’m so glad to be back home to you where I sleep so well," he said.
"Of course, Babarew. I'm gonna go nap now myself. I wish my sweet freak could come nap with me. I love you." I said as I kissed him one more time and drove off feeling safe in his affection and presence. I told my anxious brain to shut the fuck up.
I headed home, feeling revived from the smoothie and proudly sent a text telling him that I was planning to use the tractor later that day to spread the gravel in my driveway so he wouldn't have to --
I loved the way he fought to make my life easier too. Even when he was overwhelmed. But this is why he was overwhelmed. He didn't know how to say no. He was so worried about being liked and appearing like a good guy that he sacrificed his own comfort and peace for appearances. No wonder he was always exhausted.
Building up an insecure man was important. I had been married to one once and knew that a man needed to feel needed and also loved for who he was.
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I wanted Drew to feel loved no matter what work he did around my house and like he was being cared for too. I could tell that was something he lacked from the way he talked about his family. He was the carer, the pleaser, the hard worker -- and that meant the exhausted one. I didn't want to be more exhausting. I wanted to be safe zone of stress relief and a source of love that he could count on.
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I told him I'd be getting myself off that night by watching our most recent school girl bondage vid since he wouldn't be there to make me orgasm.
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I smiled at every position change as I watched. I was so grateful we never had an awkward sexual encounter or moment where I felt anything but comfortable, adored and sexy. His eye contact was constant, his gaze sweet, his hands, caressed me like he wanted all of me. I reminded myself to edit the video down later to something manageable that I could send to him for his hidden album.
- Tuesday, June 21, 2022 -
Knowing what I know now, I would bet he spent that Monday night "working on the boat" either fucking someone else - Nurse Becky perhaps? or he was on the phone with Paige, replaying the events of their weekend together. Doing similar things that he did for me to make her feel special, all while texting me telling me he loved me and making plans to help me around the house.
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I was working outside again that day and only made it an hour in the sun before needing to go home. I texted him asking if he wanted another smoothie delivered. I also delivered the bad news that our swinger friends couldn't make a date happen this week.
When I arrived at the office he was full of what seemed like genuine concern.
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"Babe, are you OK? I hate that you slept badly and still feel awful. I slept like shit last night at my parents too. I can't wait to sleep with you tonight. I get the best sleeps with you. I hate the nights I'm not with you," he said and the tiny bit of anxiety left in my belly continued to subside. The more I saw his eyes looking into mine and felt his lips, the more safe I felt.
When he got off work that night he came straight home. He said he was exhausted, but still got on the tractor and spent two hours making my driveway perfect. I sent him videos of his sweet gesture and told him how much I appreciated it.
We showered together after he dismounted the sweaty tractor seat.
Our shower sex was some of my favorite and this time, he slid in my asshole easier than ever.
He collapsed on my back post-orgasm and pressed me into the shower wall.
"God, I love that I don't need lube to fuck your asshole anymore," he said. "My good little slut."
He was right. I hadn't even taken an edible that night and he slid right in.
"You've trained my asshole so well," I said as I kissed him and we dried off together and climbed in bed before another cold, snuggly,
jet-packed sleep.
- Wednesday, June 22, 2022 -
We woke up the next morning and watched a new threesome porn.
He had told me he didn't like to watch the same porn over and over again, and I loved waking him up with an orgasm. He had told me when we first met that his favorites porns were:
"… typically amateur threesomes, dp, dvp, swinger couple swapping, and muuuch more...... this cum I jerked to a couple doing dvp with another guy! Sooo hot! " he had told me after he had sent me a video of his cumshot.
"Soon I hope Mallory can suck your balls as I ride you," I told him with a devilish smile as I moved from sucking him to riding him, the sounds of porn hub moans filling the bedroom. Then I sucked his balls until he yelled "Fuuuuuck, babe, I gonna cum. Let me cum in your mouth."
Post orgasm we continued fantasizing and talking logistics about our upcoming tryst.
"Uhhhhhhh I cannot wait for that!" he said excitedly. "I love it that you want to make my fantasies come true."
"How do we keep her man involved during that though?" I asked concerned someone might feel left out.
"He could fuck her from behind while you ride me and Mallory sucks my balls," he continued. "What a dream!" he cooed.
"And since both of our men are bi, maybe you and I could both suck his cock together while she eats his ass. I really only wanna eat your asshole. No one else's." I said as I squealed with delight and spread his legs so I could slide my tongue from his balls to circle his asshole one more time before he left for work.
I sent him off to work with a NOKA smoothie in his favorite flavor, his lunch packed, and a protein shake to keep helping him on his quest to "get his body back."
My dog's birthday was that day. Drew was so sweet to him. He gave him cute nicknames, spoiled him with attention, and disciplined him with his "dad voice" when necessary. But things being dirty or untidy around the house drove Drew crazy. His ADHD came with a lot of impulsive behaviors, even while he was medicated. But his OCD told his brain everything needed to be perfectly organized, straight, clean and tidy. It allowed him to feel some modicum of control over his life when in reality, he likely felt he had none.
He razzed me if things were a bit messy around the house because I was the less tidy one, but it didn't bother me. I loved how clean he was. It meant I didn't have to clean up after him like some of my exes before him.
Notice how he plays on my sympathies again in the text above when he says he has so many returns to do. It's obvious that he loved being cared for and had gotten used to having me help him handle his tasks in life. I continued to try to make his life simpler by handling them when I could. Meanwhile, while he claimed he was so busy, he was likely sending dick snaps, office snaps, doting messages, and daily IG memes (the same ones he was sending me maybe?) to his newest supply of pussy in Nashville.
Later that day I sent him the edited video I had made of our school girl bondage sex from that previous Sunday night.
“Love it!” He catch-phrased me from a meeting. “Soooo hot! But TikTok, babe?” He asked, likely panicked.
The video I had sent him was made in TikTok. He could tell by the watermark. It was a full nude & fucking video, so I had made it private. I’m sure it caused his heart to drop to think that I may have put that up on TikTok and Paige might somehow find it just days after their first weekend together.
I reassured him it was a private video and I had just used Tik Tok for editing our 25 minutes down to the highlights.
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He went to my house for a workout in my basement that afternoon while I was off teaching. He was skipping the afternoon of work to workout and to start to help yet another friend at their place. I wasn't quite sure why he was avoiding the gym at my club, but I couldn't workout with him that day so I assumed he just wanted a quiet home workout. I was just glad he felt at home there and was getting a workout in. His weekends were still heavy on alcohol intake even when he wasn't boating, and I wanted him to feel good about his body - so if he truly wanted to see change in it, he needed to be consistent about working out.
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While he was out being Mr. Helpful that night my mom came over to celebrate my dog's seventh birthday with steaks and a pup cake. I should have been more present since this could have been my mom's last time celebrating with us, I thought. Chemo was rough. She looked awful. It was stage 3 ovarian cancer, and I wasn't going to deny that it looked dismal. But my anxious brain went to Drew instead of cancer. Maybe that was my form of denial -- but I suddenly started to think maybe Drew wasn't really helping out a friend that night. Maybe he was meeting up with Nurse Becky or another side chick I hadn't found on his phone that night I had discovered Paige and Becky. He had even taken the afternoon off again, which was odd for a guy worried about impressing so many angry bosses and who had just taken Thursday and Friday off the week before to go boating.
It felt fishy.
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It was another reminder to him that he could make changes to our relationship agreement if he wanted to.
It didn't mean the end of us if he did want to change things up - he wouldn't lose me. He just had to tell me.
I gave him space - yet again - to tell me if he wanted something else or someone else - but he didn't take it.
He only clung to me tighter.
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He got home that night around 9:30 and scarfed down the leftovers of our birthday dinner. He reassured me in person that he didn't want anything else or anyone else. He was so happy with us and our life together. He felt so free in our agreement and appreciated my ability to be flexible, but he wanted exactly what I wanted - to only sleep with other people together. He assured me that all his fantasies could be lived out with me in this agreement. He had the security of knowing I loved him and at the same time, allowed him an outlet for his bisexual freak flag to fly.
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"It's the best of all worlds," he had said.
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"Just don't hide things from me please," I reminded him. "I can handle a lot, but I cannot handle you keeping things from me. Please do not make me feel stupid for loving you." I said sternly.
'I promise I won't. I'd be devastated if I lost you, Jess." he said as we talked in bed with our faces inches apart. "I'll tell you if I want to change things, I promise. But I could not be happier," he said with a sweet freak smile that made my pussy growl. We had a rule, no clothes in bed - so I rolled over, put my legs on either side of him with my feet flat on the bed and cock squatted him until my legs gave out.
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