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My idiot sister in law got drunk at a party in June at her other sisters up in Pennsylvania. We were staying there for the weekend too for their daughters high school graduation and was flirting with her husband all night telling him that she was "gonna get you tonight!" when they went to bed later.
She got so drunk that she went in the wrong guestroom and gave me a blowjob,I had laid down because my back hurt and I was tired from the long drive, before she passed out drunk.
She's pretty, slim but is a drunk and at 33 she is starting to look older from all the boozing most likely.
She was calling me "Bill", her husbands name, and gave a helluva blowjob I have to admit.
I came in her mouth.
I didn't fuck her because she passed out but I probably would've if she'd stayed awake.
I doubt she even remembers giving the blowjob she was so drunk.
I never told my wife.
I'm a married man and I have been cheating with my coworker who is also married, 10 years older than me and with a kid. It started out just talking, joking sexual humor and the subtle comments, compliments. That progressed to dirty texts and sending pictures even videos to each other. Eventually it led to us making out in the backseat, getting head and eventually getting a hotel room for sex. We both love our spouses. its just for fun, we don't want to be in a relationship with each other. Its just physical.
For some reason when my wife was pregnant I was sort of "put off" by her big belly. I didn't fuck her much throughout any of the three pregnancies, maybe an average of 5 times during each pregnancy and at least 2 of those were anal fucks.
Lately I've been turned on by pregnant women and milking women. I've started paying to fuck pregnant milking, and just milking women. I have an ongoing adult nursing relationship with one woman I milk her tits every afternoon on the way home from work. I have paid other women to milk them and fuck them. I have been with 5 different women who were from 6 to 8 months pregnant, and paid to fuck them each several times. I will only fuck a hairy pussy pregnant woman or girl though, shaved pussy with a preggo belly for some reason just doesn't do it for me.
The adult nursing started as a once in a while thing, with no sex, though I did pay her extra for us both to be naked, she'd had her baby and got her super hot teen body back very quickly. Even without the milk she had very large C cups, now they are bigger. She announced that she was going to stop milking within a month. She was a single mother with a 4 year old and a new baby from different fathers. I offered and she accepted, I pay her rent and utilities, and she keeps her milk flowing. She is always naked, the baby is weened, and the four year old watches me suck his moms tits dry while she moans like the little 19 year old slut she is. She has gotten where she will now jack me off while I do it, and I started insisting that I rub her clit while I nurse and she cums about 4 to 6 times every session. I haven't stuck it in her yet, but I want to. I'd love to get her knocked up again and get double for my money, nursing and a preggo to fuck. I am not sure that will happen since I'm 33 years her senior, but I think if I wait until she really needs something and needs more money, I can get into her pussy. Once I can do that, especially if I get her pregnant, I'll have her so hooked on the money I can keep fucking her for a while. I still see two hookers who are pregnant and will keep fucking them until they deliver. I love that there is another mans baby inside them while I fuck their pussies, suck on their big tits and hold onto those big bellies. One is married and the baby is her husbands, he knows she gets paid to fuck while pregnant, I even fucked her with him in the living room watching TV. The other is a single mom, who got knocked up at a group bang where she was the center of attention. After they deliver, the single one has agreed to let me be the first one to fuck her after the doctor allows it.
I think back on my wife having been pregnant 3 times over 8 years, and think that I could easily have had 8 to 10 years of nursing on her tiny little titties, which grew to a nice B cup when filled with milk. I'd loved to have seen them deflate every day as I sucked them dry. I really missed out on doing that to her.
I have a girlfriend. And I love her. But before her, there was someone else. We never really got anywhere worth writing home about, this other girl. She was in a difficult place at the time. So we just flirted, kept up a certain level of sexual tension, while still keeping each other at arm's length. It was, strangely, fun. Let's call her Mary.
Then, I started dating the girl that would be my girlfriend. She was hard to get and even harder to read. A real spitfire who'd never let me get away with anything. Everyone she meant would say that there’s something about her that just leaves you enthralled but you just don't know what exactly. It's something. Call her Amy.
Things hit off with Amy. It was a rocky start being who she is but it got somewhere nice, somewhere serious.
But early on with Amy, Mary and I kept texting and kept interacting on social media. We would comment on each other's photos how hot we thought the other was. Amy didn't mind. Mary was a friend, after all. In the DMs, Mary always talked about how we should get some coffee sometime; how we should maybe get a drink. Just us. She knew about Amy, though. We talked about Amy sometimes, so she knew.
The plans for coffee or drinks never went anywhere. I just kept saying, "Yeah. Maybe."
It didn't go anywhere until one day, it did.
Amy was out of town. And Mary dropped a selfie on my DMs saying she in a cafe downtown alone. I thought about for a while. Then I hopped on my car and went for it. "What harm could some coffee do?" I thought at the time.
I got there and we talked. She talked about med school and I talked about my own shit. It was, in a word, surreal. Then she asked me to walk her to the toilet. It was up some stairs and away from prying eyes. Before she went in she gave me a hug and, out of habit and shock, I hugged her back. My heart was racing. She pulled back and held my face in her hands, then wrapped them around the back of my neck gently.
"You're an amazing guy, you know that?" She said, her face close to mine. She was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful people I've ever known.
I smiled.
We stared at each other for a while, arms locked around each other. In any other situation, this is where I would go in for a kiss.
But no, I just said, "You should go in, Mary. I'll downstairs."
I don't know if it was guilt or something else. Maybe a part of me had finally decided to admit what my concious mind wouldn't: that I was cheating on Amy.
When she went in, I called up my bestfriend. I told him to call me in 10 mins with some fake emergency. He knew where I was and who I was with, so he agreed. No questions asked.
When Mary returned, we continued talking for a little bit before my bestfriend called. I left that cafe on the whim of some fake emergency that afternoon. Despite that, I was one of the best non-date dates I've ever had.
A few days later, Mary stopped interacting with me on social media. No likes, no comments. She stopped the DMs and when I would try, she would respond but only to be respectful, I felt like.
And so eventually, I stopped.
A few weeks had passed and I got a DM out of the blue from Mary. I remember I had just woken up that summer day when I got it.
"I meant what I said. You're an amazing guy. Wish you the best. Take care of yourself."
I never responded. I didn't know how to. I didn't know what it meant.
That was three years ago. I don't see Mary anymore. I don't speak to her, whether in person or online. But sometimes, during the late nights, I think about that day in the cafe and about what that message, that seemed too much like a goodbye, meant.
Amy, to this day, doesn't know about it. And I've never done anything like that since. We're happier than we've ever been now and things are going great.
Mary hasn't dated anyone since, I don't think. But I see her online, looking happy and still in med school.
I'm writing this now because it's been three years. All that time and I still think about Mary.
The first time my wife and I went to an adult theater we did not stay long because she said she was not comfortable with the guys having their cocks out.
But when we got to the car, she said she did like the big cocks fucking then hit women in the movies and she was so turned on we fucked in the car right in the parking lot.
My wife and I will be married for 20 years. I'm older then her and when we met I had much more experience sexually then her. She was a total virgin and knew absolute nothing concering a sexual lifestyle. The first year of our marriage was AWESOME! We had SEX all the time and anywhere and everywhere. Not ONE DAY would go by where we were banging three times a day. For a lady who didn't have any experience, she learned fast. Sex with my wife was great. She was willing to do and try new things. She would touch and masturbate for me and she would make hot and erotic sounds when we made love. But I guess all good things come to an end.
Fastforward 15 years and three kids later, our sex life is NON-EXISTENT. My wife has lost any and all urges or craving for sex. The word "horny" is probably not in her vocabulary. Our marriage is totally SEXLESS. She never has ANY cravings and she can go sexless for MONTHS at a time. The longest has been 4 MONTHS. And when she does out of some miracle want to have sex, it's just "wham, bam!" and she puts on all her clothes and goes to sleep, say just 20 min and that's all. I honestly believe my wife can go SEXLESS for the rest of her life.
I thought women get better with age or get more hornier. Well to some that's not true. She always uses the excuse that our marriage doesn't need sex or intimacy to survive. I'm seriously wanting to seek a NSA arrangement with women who are in the same situation as I. Women who have husbands who no longer want to have sex with them. I hurt's me to even think of this but, what other choice do I have.
I went with my boyfriend to a friend's bday party, now my bf is not a hugger at al. His friends they are major huggers, so it's not odd for me to receive a shit load of hugs from them.
Today at the party I met one of his friends I havent met yet, let's name him N.
Now N is handsome as hell, and just like the others was a major hugger. So I bassicly had two people hugging me the entire day.
Now the thing is N bassicly cuddled me a lot a'd I got quite horny. Now I'm really wanna fuck him. So fucking bad
A couple of years ago I started getting the urge to try sucking a dick. Being middle aged, regular sex with my wife is becoming mundane. So I put up a couple of different ads in CL personals. I got a response and we met up. What made it easy was we could meet at his home office, like I was suppose to be there. The first time was a little awkward. But after that he would text me when he had time and I if I was available I would stop by and service him. Ended up being about once a week, sometimes twice. That only lasted a few months then I started feeling guilty about cheating so I stopped. I was amazed at how good it made me feel to take his dick in my mouth and do what my wife had always done for me. The difference being she never swallowed. I always wanted her to, So from the very first time I did it for him. It's not that bad, it fact it's very erotic to feel that nice warm load fill your mouth and sucking hard as he finishes, then pulling off still sucking so it's a clean break and swallowing his load. I never got any return, but I didn't want it. In fact I have no desire for a guy to touch me. But it does make hard thinking about sucking a dick. I would often go back home and unload myself.
I am a 36 yo housewife. I had an affair with my neighbor's husband, she's a fat pig that insulted me for "doing nothing but being a housewife because you don't have an education" at a party in front of some friends and neighbors because she works, just to humiliate her. Then she cried to me that her husband was having an affair she thought several weeks later and I just laughed inside.
Fuck her.
I know my wife is having an affair and I'm too cowardly, and afraid to lose her, to call her out on it and divorce her.
She is screwing her own cousin's husband.
I have come home early from work and walked in on them, without them knowing I was there, five times in the past three months.
I work in the pharmaceutical industry. As most people know, pharma sales reps are quite attractive, (especially the females). In a former pharma company I worked for, I met the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. There was a mutual attraction the moment we met. Problem was, I was married and she was recently engaged. We talked almost daily for nearly a decade. The first time she ever texted me a naked picture of her, I nearly put my company car in a ditch. It was that moment that I decided I HAD to fuck her. I knew we would eventually.
Fast forward a decade later (this time last year), she was divorcing her husband and my wife and I were in a huge fight with no intimacy for months. One day she called me and asked me to meet her in a city 2 hours from my house and 2 hours from hers. I agreed. Twice we met in this city and twice we had sex literally all night until sex became painful. A few months later she would reconcile with her husband.
We have met up twice since her reconciliation but did not have sex. I'm sure she and I will have sex again someday. At least I hope we do!
I confess i want to make out and have hot sex with one of the girl that works in the same company as me.
im married and have a kid and shes has a bf and a kid too. we were very close before up to a point where people thought something was happening between us. it was before she got pregnant. i masturbate a lot thinking of her.
A few years after we married I met someone and brought him home wanting an open relationship, my husband was shocked but I told him it's either both of you or none of you and he backed down. I thought it would be more exciting but now I see how much damage I've done and the betrayal in my husbands eyes. I'm such a screwup.
I am 44 years old, married and a good mother (I hope I am, at least). I have 4 children, but the younger 2 were both fathered by a teenage friend of my eldest son. He was in high school when he began to first flirt with me, I figured it out but put it down to a teenage crush like boys have on teachers.
He was already tall and quite strongly built, my family are mostly shorter and nice-looking, but not football player types. My son would go to baseball practice, his friend (I will call him J) to football and then they would both come over for some food before heading home. My husband suggested my son (they are not biological father-son) start some extra credit evening classes to help get into a good school, so he started going to the local community college. My younger son was always at the neighbour's house with his best friend. When my husband told J he was welcome to keep coming over for food and drink, it would be just the two of us home (my husband had a long commute and worked late anyway).
After this J's flirting became more pronounced. Earlier he would just tease and stare, now he began to talk about his experience with girls, and even to brush up against me any chance he got. At first I was firm but polite, and careful to keep a distance. But one day he ground his crotch up against my ass, and I felt his hard cock. Even through my skirt and his shorts I could feel it was huge - much bigger than my husbands. I chided him a bit, but couldn't get the thought out of my head. That weekend, I masturbated thinking of J in me.
The next week, he was watching me, and I was waiting for him to touch me again. A few days passed and he didn't. On Thursday he surprised me by coming in the afternoon, saying practice was cancelled and could he please have some lunch. I went to the kitchen and began working, when he grabbed me from behind, cupped my chin and turned my face and stuck his tongue down my throat. I struggled, but he was far too strong. After a long time, he stopped kissing me and gripped my hands behind my back. I was so dizzy and confused, I couldn't speak, just stared at him and he just stared at me. With his other hand he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties off, then pulled his own pants down.
I couldn't see it, but I felt it when his dick entered me. I had never had one that big (I later measured it as over 7 inches and very thick) and I began to gasp. He clapped a hand over my mouth and thrust hard. Luckily my pussy was wet from all the kissing, and I was able to take him without too much pain. I don't remember how long it lasted, but I had an orgasm very soon and he came inside me as well. I was still in a daze when he let me go, when I turned around he was standing over me. I know I had just been raped, but at that moment on a kind of autopilot I put my arms round his neck and kissed him.
He was hard again and picked me up in his arms like I was a doll, and began carrying me upstairs. I asked him not to take me to my marriage bed, so he took me to my eldest son's room. That afternoon, I just kept cumming while staring at a Metallica poster above my son's bed. After that day, every day J would come, kiss me like he was my husband coming home, carry me upstairs and make love to me.
I was 36 at the time and still very fertile. My husband used condoms, as I had thyroid troubles with the pill. J did not use condoms, and for some reason I never asked him. About a month after we started, I found out I was pregnant, and the next year gave birth to Js daughter. To my lasting shame, I concealed everything and tricked my husband into thinking it was his.. J and I continued our liaisons all through my pregnancy, but after that I became busy with the baby and the frequency of our trysts decreased.
A year or so later, my eldest son went off to college, my younger was awarded a scholarship to a residential prep school and moved out too. J was still in town, intending on taking a gap year. With the house now empty, my baby still too young, J once again began coming over daily and I was unable to resist. This time I insisted he use condoms, but sometimes he would just ignore my protests. In November, J left for a job in South America, and shortly afterwards I discovered I was pregnant again. This time I seriously considered an abortion, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I went through the whole charade again, and gave birth to J's son.
This caused a lot of friction in my marriage, as a 2nd unplanned pregnancy was a great strain on our finances. I decided to get a job as soon as the baby was older, which conveniently helped me avoid J when he did come back, and later when he was home from college as well. When he did catch me, we did have some fun (he wouldn't take no for an answer, and I couldn't resist him really) but after he got a job post-college, we have not met.
I am happy with my two young babies, and I know my husband loves them deeply too. It's a gut wrench to deceive him, as he is a wonderful man, but at the same time I feel very liberated and a secret part of me is almost exultant that I had a great affair and came out of it happier than I was before.
I'm away from home and my wife. I've had sex with 4 women in the past 3 days, I hope to meet with 2 more women in the next 4 days. I've been with a 41 year old woman (second time with her), A 25 year old, a 21 year old (second time with her), and a 22 year old. Wow, that 22 year old had the firmest D sized boobs I've touched in a very long time.
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I love someone. We are together. But I cheated him.I was attracted to someone else and started dating him. But now I'm realise my mistake. I'm guilty. But i don't have strenght to tell him the truth. He already know that I want to confess something and he is asking to me about it but I don't know how to tell him. I don't know what to do now. I just want to tell him sorry but I don't know how.I know that break his trust but I'm guilty. Please forgive me abhi. Plz, i know that i should not lie to you after you asking about that confession and i didn't got so anger at you. I had to be tell you the truth. I'm sorry. Plz forgive me. I will never do this again. Plz will never break your trust again. I'm sorry.
A year ago one of my best friends and I had a weekend together. We didn't fuck although I wanted to. We teased eachother a lot and he made me cum alot with his long fingers. He is married I should care because his wife was a good friend of mine too but I couldn't feel bad, I still don't. I've been in love with him for a while but never imagined we would become physical with eachother. I love the way he kisses me. for month and months we couldn't stop touching eachother. It was like we needed to know we were both still real and wouldn't disappear. Even at work we would sneak looks at eachother and gently touch spots on places on eachother knowing what we our turn ons. Everything changed when I announced I was moving across the country. He began ignoring me and inviting me over less. I was hurt and angry but couldn't say anything because he is marries. I've been living on the west coast for a month now and i miss him every damn day. If I believed in soulmates he woumine. needes
I am a 53 year old white woman named "Carol". My 26 year old daughter "Kim" married a black man, "Derrick" a few years ago. He's very nice and they're happily in love and I have a beautiful little grandson with another grandchild on the way. Things are wonderful.
Last year, my husband and I stayed at their home. they live in Atlanta, we live in Tampa, Florida.
While my husband was out one morning, and I thought the kids were up and out, I had a chore to do.
I was going to place a surprise anniversary gift for them, tickets for a trip to Cancun for a week on us, on their pillowcase for them to come home to. I thought Derrick had to work and Kim had said something about the gym in the morning.
I walked into their bedroom, the door was slightly open, and they were having sex. My daughter was on top of him and being very vocal about her enjoyment of it.I saw the look of pleasure in my daughter's eyes, and heard it in her voice, and realized that I'd never experienced anything like that in my life. Thankfully, they didn't see me but I cannot stop thinking about it.
When he withdrew from her I saw he was so well endowed that I almost gasped in shock. My God, how does she take that?!?!?!
I was so aroused by watching them that I feel ashamed that I have repeatedly masturbated about what I saw and fantasized and had dreams about having sex with Derrick myself.
I think I'm going mad.
Please pray for me.
#adultery #envy #lust #black #daughter #mother #envy #embarassment
Married 14 years, 14 faithful years until a few months ago. I had been going to coffee with a friend from my gym, I knew it had become flirtatious, but I figured it was harmless. I liked the attention and it felt good, but I never thought, I mean we only met in public and I just never thought it would be anything else. I'm completely guilty, I never told my husband how often I was seeing this guy or that we had been texting. In my mind there was no reason to, the texts were not dirty and the flirting was never really direct. Still I knew I had a secret. Instead of coffee one morning he invited me to his apartment for tea instead of coffee and I went. The entire time I was telling myself I just wanted to see his place and I would leave soon after we got there. He was complimenting me a lot and being really forward. It made me uncomfortable, but I didn't try to stop him. We started having sex on his sofa and he finished me on his bed. At times the guilt is overwhelming and at other times it's just like nothing has changed at home. My husband has no idea and neither does anyone else. Almost like it didn't happen. I don't deserve to get away with this, but I just can't admit what I did.
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