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I have been seeing a married woman behind my wife's back. My wife is a cute Asian, and my lover is a hot Brazilian (Amy). This has been going on for many years now.
We don't get to see each other often,....only a few times a year, so when we do get together, it's all about sex. We've had internet sex while our spouses are in the next room. It's gets us off.
The last time we were together, I called my wife and put her on speaker phone and talked to her as I screwed my gf. On her back, naked, legs in the air I was deep inside of her as I placed the phone between her breasts. I talked to my wife about stupid things, while I rammed in and out of my gf. The look on Amy's face as she forced herself to be quite was priceless. The situation was incredibly exciting and Amy and I came together - she spread her legs wide as I ejaculated into her pussy. For a moment, it was difficult to say anything, but I quickly told my wife that I had to hang up and I let myself flop exhausted onto Amy. She went back to her husband with her panties soaked with my leaking come. I went home with my crusty cock. Later, my wife went down on me until I spilled into her mouth - all the time thinking of earlier that day.
We are planning anther meetup next week. This time, she will be calling her husband instead.
I know that people with think this is scummy, but it's difficult to stop - and we don't care what they think.
My best friend has been banging my mother for two years now. I find it hot to call him my dad now.
I've been sleeping with my aunts best friend regularly since I was 15. I'm now 26 and she is 36 and married with 3 kids. we still find time for eachother. as much as I feel bad about it I can't quit her. there is something about an older woman that keeps you coming back. my aunt would be very upset if she knew as well
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.
In highschool I went to a football game with some one of my best friends (still is my best friend to this day) we stopped at a fast food restaurant before the game, in the parking lot his girlfriend was bent over in her car getting something, my best friend then smacks her ass and runs away leaving me alone, she thinks its me and then grabs me and shoves me in her car, she unzips my pants (Me protesting) and begins to give me a really sloppy blowjob. She swirls her tongue around my cock head, deepthroats, chokes on it. I grabbed her hair and face fucked her for a bit until I shot my huge load in her mouth, she swallowed it, we cleaned up and went to eat and played it all off. My best friend still doesn't know and he's still dating the same girl, no one knows but me and 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 used to have sex regularly with a girl I worked with. She was beautiful and so hot. The problem was she was married. I loved her though. That was over 20 years ago.
Recently I looked her up on social media and she posted pictures of her and her daughter who is about 22 and she looks a lot like me. I always wondered if the child she had was mine. I still wonder.
I have been a mistress to a married man for 10 years. We met when he was 21 and I was 30. We were seeing each while we were both single than he was forced into an arranged marriage with a woman from his home country. 10 years down the track I am still his side chick. Although I teach at a university, he insists on paying my bills, buys me gifts and his friends check on me to see if I need anything when he travels to his country. We see each other every night, I dont talk about his home life, and dont pressure him about leaving his wife. we carry on like a couple when he is with me. The only down side is doesnt want me to date anyone. If I were to get married he stills wants us to continue. He says he loves me and is obligated to his wife due to his religion. This doesnt bother me. I dont want to marriage. My children are grown and away. I have been with him for thsex. That was 10 years ago
I was a prostitute for seven years from the age of 16 before I found the man who would become my husband. He met me through the escort service I worked with and he's in his late forties. He has some money but recently he lost his job and to keep the bills paid I offered to go back on the game. Thing is now I've started I can't stop. It was supposed to be a two or three times a week thing, but now I'm seeing two or three clients a day. I've even been for a weekend trip away with one of them and started having bare back sex with regular guys, which is something I hadn't done since I was a teenager. I've had a gang bang and snorted cocaine again. My husband has an opportunity for a good job, but I don't want to give up the sex life I've suddenly rediscovered. His cock was fine for five years but I'm still under 30 and need more than he can give me. Luckily we don't have kids. I know I ought to tell him I intend to keep on the game, but I think he might be hurt.
I have so many secrets that I would never finish posting them all here. Some make feel bad, some excite me, and some I just want to relive. I wish I had a confidant, a real person just like me to share all those filthy secrets with and hear some of theirs too. I just need to get them off my chest somehow.
I'm involved in an on-going relationship with my brothers wife, even though I am engaged to someone else. I am truthfully 100% madly in love with them both.
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.
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.
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'm 34 years old, and my husband and I have been married for 10 years. We both always wanted kids, but his sperm count was low. We agreed to do IVF when we turned 30. But I got impatient. When I was 28, there was this guy in our neighborhood, about ten years younger than us. Really hot, and he seemed into me. So we started having an affair. He was young, but so much more fun than my husband in bed. I'd let him do things I never let my husband do, including anal (which my husband said my ass was made for). It was a fun romp, but I ended up pregnant. Feeling guilty, I confessed to my husband. I didn't want him to have to raise another man's child if he didn't want to. Instead, he was totally okay with it. He said he'd love to watch next time. About two years later, wanting another kid, my husband suggested instead of invitro, we go out and find a guy for me to hook up with, and he'd watch us have sex. We wouldn't use protection, to increase my chances of getting pregnant, and every night I"d bring home a different guy. My husband would hide in the closet and watch us have sex. We'd do this every night until I had a positive pregnancy test. We repeated this again when we were 32, and now that we're 34 we're about to do it again. But I feel a bit guilty, and feel that there's something wrong with it. I mean I don't tell them that I'm on birth control, and they don't use a condom so they know it's a possibility. They're all just one night stands, but still it feels wrong knowing that they'll never know they have offspring out there. Part of me feels like there's nothing wrong with it. I mean it's their choice not to use protection. But part of me feels like they have a right to know.
.My fetish has led me to look at nudist photos which included children of all ages. I can't help it but I love it so much, I look at it almost every night. I also indulge in looking for lolicon hentai and mangas online, but nothing gets me off like looking at the real thing. Confession 1685 is probably the best I've read on here. And after reading many posts on here I realize I'm not as bad as I thought.
My hubby got in an accident and was in the hospital in surgery and my landlord came to my bedroom and asked to come in he said if I did not fuck him he would kick me and my husband out and I did not want to have my hubby homeless and recovering from the accident he could not walk so I fucked him and I regret it.
I have cheated my husband with a coworker and confessed it to him. Now he wants divorce but I don't want to let him go what should I do. I know I'm being selfish but he is only one I have and yes I feel so guilty a d regret doing that.
I'm 16, and I babysit for this couple in their 30's. They're both still pretty hot, and they have 3 kids under 6. I get paid $20/hour to babysit, which isn't bad. Usually, the husband comes home before the wife. After a few weeks of babysitting for them, he came home even earlier than usual. He asked me if I'd give him a blowjob for $50. I figured 'why not', so I got on my knees and sucked his dick. Not long after that, he started paying me for sex. Which I was cool with. I'm of age, and he's really hot and has a pretty big dick. Bigger than all of the boys I've been with anyway. After that, I started dressing a little sexier when I came to babysit. Nothing inappropriate, but I might not wear panties or a bra. I love the way he touches me, and part of me started wanting to steal him from his wife. Then one day, his wife came home earlier than him. She told me I looked cute, and then started touching me. She asked me if I'd ever been with a girl before, and I told her I hadn't. She asked me if I wanted to, and then grabbed my ass. I was horny, and even though I was hoping for her husband, I figured she'd do. I've always been a little bi-curious. She had me eat out her pussy, and then she ate me out. She's really good at it, better than her husband. So I've had sex with both of them several times now, and I don't think the other is aware of it. I want a threesome with them so bad! I want her husband to stick his cock in my pussy while I eat his wife's pussy out. I want to ride him, while he gives her oral sex. And I want to watch him fuck her while she eats my pussy out. I don't know how to approach them about it. But I would love it if she'd walk in on me riding her husband's dick, and then I ask her to join us. That'd be so hot! But I'd also be okay with just pre-arranging it too.
My wife is having an affair with her nephew and does not even try to hide it from me or others.
She has him living in our home, while he is attending college, and was going upstairs to his bedroom every night to have sex with him.
How did I know?
She was loud as hell, would actually come down the stairs in the morning wearing one of his t-shirts, and he posted innuendos on facebook about it as well as numerous pictures of the two of them together..
One of her friends even asked me why I tolerated it.
When I confronted my wife she told me we could divorce or I could "shut up and accept it".
I sleep in the guest room now and her nephew is sleeping in our bedroom with her.
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