Sympathy Fuck

Nasty or Noble?

Has anyone here ever been pressured into giving someone a sympathy fuck? How did it happen? What was it like? Who was it with, an ex-boyfriend, a stranger, a friend’s dorky cousin who just couldn’t get laid to save his life? And how did it feel compared to sex with someone you actually wanted?

I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in fucking with a warm heart.    —Lady Chatterley's Lover

No sympathy here, just a lot of good sex...

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From Doug
Yes, I've done it on a number of occasions, and each time it's something that I've either inadvertently talked my way into, or have otherwise not been able to refuse for fear of hurting the other party. Unlike some of your correspondents, for me the sex has been purely mechanical, and not at all fulfilling. However on each occasion, the other party involved seemed not only to enjoy it, but to do so immensely. I guess that making someone else happy in these circumstances should be reward enough!

From Falguni Parashar
I always thought of sympathy sex as some kind of nasty thing as it was for me taking advantage of somebody in distress, but my opinion changed with a recent incidence concerning a colleague of mine.

P****, 31 is a colleague of mine who has been going through a painful separation with her long standing boyfriend took to drinking and we all were concerned of her addiction. One day while working late, she asked me to go out on a drinking binge, I persuaded her out of it and insisted to walk down the lane to her place. While taking a walk to her home, we held hands and I narrated a cooked up story about my breakup earlier and how I came out of it. We reached her home and while seeing her good night, she hugged me to say thank you and asked me to come over for a can of beer. I reluctantly said yes.

Once inside her living room, while she was bringing out a can of beer from her fridge, I just felt like giving her a hug from her backside, when I did she did not say anything and kissed me turning her head towards me. One thing led to another and we had a marathon sex session on her living room carpet. I left thereafter feeling bit blank. Next day we met in office and I saw her a changed girl. She had smile in her face and while passing by, said you are wonderful.

Although we never had any further encounter thereafter, I have changed my perspective on sympathy sex. I now consider this as a necessary therapy rather than a taboo topic.

From Dennis
My friend's wife had been having an affair for a couple of years and she told him that she wanted a divorce. She still cared for him but wanted to be with the other man. She told him that they could have one last night together before she left. They went out to dinner and after they returned home she said that she would give him one last night of sex with everything. He said that she performed the very best that she had ever been. He said that it was the first time she had given him oral, vaginal and anal all in the same night. After that night he said he was really sorry that she was leaving.

From Ruth
This is going to sound awful but I experienced a sympathy fuck with my brother-in-law following the death of his wife. Between jobs I was able to spend some sympathy time with him before he returned to work. It started as a few days a week, mainly shopping, me cooking some lunch, listening to him tell me about his wife, him always breaking up in tears, me comforting him. To get him out of his depressed state I suggested visiting museums and going to see a movie or two.

It was after one of these visits, preparing an early evening meal for him before I left for my own home and husband, he began to cry, I lent over him to comfort him. I was wearing a lose fitting shirtwaister and my bra was fully on show as I lent forward. He undid one then a second button. I froze with fear. No, I didn't want this I said to myself but did nothing to stop him. I felt a marvellous feeling as he bit then sucked my nipple through my bra, doing nothing as I felt his hands go round to unclip my bra. My nipples were very erect as he sucked them.

I then saw him unzip his pants, pull out his penis and I stroked it up to full size, dropping down to suck him. After a few minutes he placed me across the dining table, pulled my pantyhose and panties away and I almost begged him to enter me. He took ages to climax and I must have sounded like a slut but this was one very good, enjoyable, satisfying fuck with a wonderful feeling of ecstasy as I felt the warmth of his cum inside me.

I left feeling very guilty, saying that it wouldn't happen again. It didn't. It was only a sympathy fuck but one that left me feeling unhappy about myself.

From Tony
I was in a bar when I saw a middle aged female sitting at the bar all by herself drinking a martini. So I kinda felt sorry for her and started talking to her. We ended up taking about sex in school and how young the kids do it these days. She was drunk by this time.

She unveiled her whole life story and how nobody wanted to fuck her because she is little overweight and ugly. I felt sorry for her. I ended up going to her house and we had good sex. And found out that she was a virgin. It was a good experience. You feel like you did something good.

From Irish Tim
I am an expert on this subject as every fuck I have had with my wife in the past 20yrs is a sympathy one as far as she is concerned. She has changed from being a normal sexual partner to a total disinterest in sex. When I get totally frustrated she will remove pajamas and knickers and say the 'magic' words "stick it in and be quick". 

Can you imagine trying to come in two minuets at 60yrs of age? It's some rush. If I haven't climaxed she will pull away leaving me to masturbate myself on her arse.

That's not even a sympathy fuck but its the best I can do.

From RJ
I don't know if this is a female only topic but I've had a time or two I've given a sympathy fuck. The one that comes to mind first came about after a lady friend asked me to have lunch with her. She had some things she wanted to get my perspective on. I knew her husband had a girl on the side and she knew it. It was straining their relationship and she had told me she couldn't bring herself to divorce him. (He made big bucks). She told me their sex life was not good. Her vagina had never recovered after the birth of her second child and she was so loose she had to get him off by hand as he fucked her or get him off orally. He could not ejaculate without the additional stimulation of her hands around his cock. I listened and nodded as she told me this, unbelieving that a woman would share such intimate details with an almost casual friend.

She knew that I usually went home at lunchtime and a few days later as I ate lunch she rang my doorbell. I was annoyed to be interrupted but when I looked in her eyes I saw a lost person if ever there was one. She entered as I opened the door and began to kiss me. I pulled back and asked her if she knew what she was about. She didn't say anything but she kissed me harder and reached into my pants. I really thought the whole thing was inconvenient and yes I was married too. I decided she must be getting even with Jim and what the hell I might as well be the instrument of her revenge. We fell right down on the floor and got to it. I pulled her dress up (she wore no panties) and began to eat her pussy shedding clothes as I went along. When she started pulling at my ears I finally put my cock in her. She began to shiver all over and started whispering lewdness to me. "You are so much bigger than Jim and I love your cock in me," etc. We rolled around frolicking for about an hour until she had at least 2 intense orgasms and I had to get back to work.

We continued our trysts for about a year until her husband got another job in another area. The night she left I met her at her house. It was empty of furniture and we fucked on the carpet in the living room. She said "Thank you for everything. I'll always love your cock" We kept in touch for a long time but then.. Well, All good things end.

From Midnightbones
I can honestly say that a sympathy shag is just as unique as the shag'er/shag'ee. I've never, nor do I think I would ever give a sympathy shag or a noble shag, until it feels right. I consider shagging a type of close, erotic, romantic activity. I share myself, be it physical, mental, emotional with someone whom I care about and not feel sorry for, or noble for.

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