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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'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 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.
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.
My wife of nearly 20 years is a total prude. She normally comes when I play with her ass, but always complains if I try to fuck it. She also wants sex to be gentle. She would often turn me down in the first decade of our marriage and I grew resentful (she comes every time we have sex).
I had a gf back in my 20’s pre marriage that was really sexual. I screwed her ass once on my suggestion and after that, she would ask for it. I would obsess about screwing my wife’s ass, but she thought it was dirty and complained and tells me no. Now I really am not into my wife, just a lot of resentment.
I started cheating on my wife, and I found that many, many women crave being dominated (spanked, tied up, even choked), and love the feeling of getting their ass plowed. Some young (20’s), some my age. They are also more agreeable in general and just overall more submissive. My wife would not follow me through the only exit of a burning building (unless I was leading her exactly where she already decided she wanted to go.)
My wife found out about my affairs and we are trying to work things out. But I doubt she will ever enjoy getting her ass filled up by me even if she lets me. I have lost my attraction for her because of her rejection of my sexual appetite.
Seriously considering divorcing her over this. Thoughts? If you were a woman, and loved anal, would you stay with a man who would not give it to you?
I'm having an affair with my best friend's husband. She knows about it, and is okay with it. She even joins us sometimes. But my husband has no idea. I let him have an affair a couple of years ago. So I figured fair was fair. It was only a one night stand though, with his hot young secretary. They were going on a business trip, and I could tell he was into her and she was into him. So I told him if she wanted him, they could have one night together. It'd be his 'freebie'. He never told me I could do the same, but I've never really asked him either. We sneak around while my husband's at work. Her husband's dick is bigger, and he can make me cum while my husband can only do it sometimes. I love wearing his wife's lingerie. We're both about the same size, though my tits are bigger so I fill it out a little better. I always put on a lot of perfume, so his wife can smell my scent on him when she gets home. Sometimes she comes home a little early, and walks in on us. She likes to watch, and then eat his cum out of my pussy. The two of them have an open relationship, and it's what I want -- but I'm afraid it's not what my husband wants.
when my mother in law and her husband would go out on cruises and vacation my wife and I would watch over their home. I always had a strong attraction to my mother in law and constantly fantasized about me and her. whenever my wife was at work and I was off earlier is stop by their empty house and rummage through stuff but mostly her underwear drawer. I'd grab a good pair or sometimes there were some dirty ones in the laundry I could sniff. I'd sit in the bathroom and masturbate while either sniffing her panties or using them to stroke myself. no one ever suspected anything. my crowning achievement was when my wife and her dad went to the store to get dinner stuff and my mother in law thought I had gone as well so she got undressed and changed in her room and I managed to record it through the 1 inch gap in the door way. sometimes I think she would welcome my sex with open arms just by the way she looks at me and touches me. one day I'll make a subtle move and see what happens.
I've been a professional photographer for more than 6 years and love my job. I've become very popular and connected in the past few years and have spent a lot of time away from my husband and family. I'm totally ashamed to admit even to myself that I've been having lesbian affairs for more than a year now. One discreet affair with a model turned into an introduction into a parallel lifestyle. My husband thinks our babysitter was suggested by friends when actually we've been dating secretly. It's hard to admit but I think I'm a lesbian.
Wife in love with her dates. I love it.
First, I love going out with wife and watching her picking up guys. Sometimes the guy knows, sometimes not and I go home alone while she goes home with him. Sometimes she hooks up with a guy that is with a group of friends and she winds up at their table. She honestly has a good time but is aware of me watching. Her "date" has gone to the bathroom and she has taking the opportunity to flirt and kiss his friend. She knows that would be hot to me. Such a cheater and tease she is.
Anyway, she gets very attached to some guys who woo her and treat her so nice and slow dance and caress and soft kiss while they look in each others eyes.. I know she gets caught up in it and she is so into the moment. Like watching a love story. I know she truly wants him and she has told me that she is so wet while they are kissing and whispering to each other. She said she won't tell me what she says but I can guess. I confess, I like it. It is so hot to me. If she doesn't go home with him we have great sex while she fantasizes about it aloud. When the guy has known about me I have followed them to a hotel walking behind while they walk arm and arm, joking and kissing, almost mocking me. When inside I get to see my wife truly make love in all kinds of ways hardly ever acknowledging me. Some guys have said "I love you" and she has returned the sentiment. She does get some phones calls and she says it on the phone too. She has told me that, yes, she means it when she says it but not like us. Some guys she has seen more than once. As far as risk, she says we are life partners and she could never imagine life with anyone else and especially one who lets her do the things she does. I think she is happy. I am happy.
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A few years ago, I told my sister I couldn't go to her bachelorette party because I had to work. That wasn't totally a lie. I was working as a stripper, and worked her fiance's bachelor party. We ended up having sex. I felt guilty about it for years. Recently I had to move out of my apartment, and in with my sister and her (now) husband. I know he still has a thing for me, and I want to have sex with him. Sometimes when she's not home, I'll dress a little sexier, and show off a bit more skin. We haven't done anything more than flirt, but I want to give in so bad.
I confess to have sex with a girl from my office 3 times during last year. While my wife caught some messages we exchanged about praising each other, I was able to convince her that I have broken all relationships with her. My wife too works in the same office and keeps meeting her. I liked to have sex with her as she has a great body not so good face though.
I have had sex with many prostitutes in my bedroom while my wife was in office. I lied to her that I have to go out of office for work and went home have sex.
I love my wife and have a healthy sexual relationship wiith her but i always have ugers to go in bed with different women.
Everyone thinks we are ideal gay couple- a model for straight and gay people to follow.
Truth is, I've been cheating on my husband since I started dating him. I lost count of the number of cocks I've sucked or had up my ass- or how many mouths and asses I've fucked.
I've cheated on him at my job, in public bathrooms, at porno theaters, and in our own bed.
I look for sex on the street, at work, online, and even with some of our mutual friends- especially those married to women.
I still love him more than anything and I dread the day that he finds out.
I've spent all day crying my goddamned eyes out over a woman I've been seeing for three and a half months. She broke up with me to see someone else.
I'm confessing here because the only person I could conceivably talk to about it to get some kind of catharsis and work the pain out is...
...my wife.
(Yes, I know I'm a piece of shit. We can just take that as read, thanks.)
I am embarrassed that at every summer bbq & gathering of family & neighbors at my parents house my Mom makes reference to our neighbor "Frank" helping to assemble our bikes for me and my 3 siblings on Christmas Eve in 1985 and thanks him in front of everyone. My parents are in their late 60's now.
Why am I so embarrassed?
Because I was 11 that year and, during the night, I heard noises from our den around 2 a.m.
As I approached the den, I could hear voices and groans, it was obvious that someone was in there.
When I got to the entryway I saw my Mom on all fours with Frank on his knees behind her, holding onto her hips, banging the shit out of her. My Mom was clearly loving it. I heard several "Oooooh yeah!!!!" remarks out of her. At one point "Frank" turned his head and saw me staring at them and just smiled and caressed my Mom's ass and asked if she was enjoying herself. I will remember him saying "I've wanted this for a long time" to her and my Mom replying that she had too. I watched for several minutes until they finished and began kissing.
My Dad was a cop and was working overnights at the time. I never saw my Mom in such a good mood as she was that Christmas Day in 1985.
Every time she tells the story of "Frank helping me out so much that night!" and smiles at him, "Frank" almost always glances at me and smiles as if to thank me for keeping my mouth shut.
My best friend has been banging my mother for two years now. I find it hot to call him my dad now.
I am a married man, but I have been in love with and fantasized about a woman named Suzanne, who was my co-worker and is now my longtime friend. I am thinking about proposing a secret, sexual relationship to Suzanne, but it would require her to agree to 10 conditions, and I don't know if she would agree to even just one:
(1) she must show up at my home every night at 10pm and leave at 2am;
(2) she must be wearing no more than 5 items of clothing -- a shoe counts as one item;
(3) she must obediently submit to whatever I ask her to do;
(4) she must be prepared to be nude in an outdoor or public setting of my choice;
(5) she must be prepared to receive pain that I inflict that may cause non-permanent injuries such as bruises, welts, and cuts;
(6) she must be prepared to receive unprotected vaginal sex;
(7) she must be prepared to receive unprotected anal sex;
(8) she must be prepared to receive throat fucking that may cause her to puke repeatedly;
(9) she must be prepared to receive golden showers and to swallow urine; and
(10) she must be prepared to receive urine inside of her vagina, her rectum, and her throat.
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I am so happy I found this site. I have a story thats been burning at me for a long time and now I can put it out there without worry of exposing myself.
I had been friends with a couple for a while, about 5 years, they were nice to me we would go on holidays together and they would be there to support me morally and so on. The wife always had a problem with me though, i don't know why. She is really beautiful and has a sexy ass and she is intelligent etc etc. I on the other hand , I am not bad looking, I'm tall, attractive, slim, I have a great smile and personality too. At the time all of this was not so obvious to me. My then boyfriend would always tell me that the husband of that woman (20 years my senior) had a thing for me but i obviously brushed it off as him being a bit possessive.
Skip a few years my boyfriend died in a horrible way. So I was grieving and that man (who at this time I viewed as a brother) came to my house to comfort me and to help me through that painful time. After that he would check on me a few times a week . Calling, texting or emailing.
Understand this, during this period I was so angry at the world that my boyfriend had died, I didn't care about a lot of things or people. So when this man declared his undying love for me, I just wanted to know how far he would go with it.
We had been friends for a long time and I understood him a lot and i 'got' him . We thought on the same wave length and we had the same thoughts and feelings towards certain things . We just 'clicked!
Not long after that he wrote me an email describing the intense sexual attraction he had toward me and how he no longer viewed me as just a friend but someone he cold share his life with. In all honesty?? At that particular point in my life, that's all i needed to hear.
For years after that email we would go on trips together, make out heavily , we couldn't go all the way because we wanted to save that for when he had left his wife. At the same time me and him loved his wife so much we didn't want to break her heart with our 'affair'. So we just used to make out and talk and touch and dream. I fell in-love in a way I never knew possible . We fought , we cried, we yelled at each other but no matter what, after everything , we were always there for each other. It was an intense love on so many levels. We loved each other hard.
I could not bear the thought of breaking his wife's heart so i broke mine. I lied to him that i was going on vacation but i knew what i was doing. See, i decided to resettle in a different time-zone in a different continent, just so it would be difficult for me to be with him. Its worked. I'm not with him, hes still married, I'm still dating and having fun with it. But, my heart is with him and my dead boyfriend.... They are the only ones who will have my complete heart and soul.
I dream of a time we could have been together because i feel empty not knowing....
At the same time I'm okay with my decision... I loved hard and I know what its like to be loved right back with everything even when sex is off the table. But goddam I love him still
My first marriage our sex life was great, the best. We were so compatible on every level, since it was often her that brought up something new to 'spice' up our sex life. We did a lot of role play, anal sex, she loved to be fucked in the ass, and she would use a life-like strap on cock on me. I would often 'encourage' her to go out and have fun with her girlfriends on the weekends. Often she would go out dancing and get back home about 3am. She would only tell me that guys would be coming onto her all night, and her pussy was so wet when she got home, we would usually have sex unless she was too drunk or tired or I was too sleepy. But often we'd have sex within the day after that. She did tell me she did have sex with some other guys while we were married, usually when she went on a 'business trip' or when I was away on my 'business'. But shit happened, and we got a divorce, though remained friends. I wish we would've stayed married and built a solid cuckold-open marriage, which I'm sure that would have been the end result of staying together, which is, what I want. She met this one young guy, she said he had a nine inch cock, and fucked him a few times, though he had a fiance' back home, he was in town on a business trip himself.
six months ago, I was away from home for three days. I was attending a family funeral. usually my wife of ten years would have accompanied me, but on this ocaision, she was unwell. finding myself alone in a five star hotel room, my pinch faced shrew of a wife, three hundred miles away, I picked up my phone and browsed the local escorts. I had built in a contingency of a thousand, in my budget for this trip. that would get me a very nice escort indeed.
I browsed for a while, pausing on the 18 year old blonde who still had her actual school uniform and the two girls that offered the ultimate lesbian fantasy for men.
then, from somewhere deep in my subconcious, a long held fantasy materialised. transsexuals.
I typed transsexual escorts into my search engine and I was amazed at the number listed locally to me. I browsed through them until I found one that fitted my fantasy completely. TSNicole. she was tall, slim, blonde, pert natural breasts and a nice feminine bottom . she was perfect!
200 an hour or 1000 for a night. right on my budget. I rang the number for the agency and gave them my details. they sent me an email confirming the booking with a receipt for the payment.
when my phone vibrated again half an hour later, it was a text from the escort, saying she was in the hotel reception. I texted her back that I would see her soon then.
five minutes later, she knocked on my room door.
when I opened it I was astonished. she was absolutely stunning. you would never guess she was a once a man. I took her coat and handed her a glass of champagne. I had ordered a " james bond " as I called it, from room service. champagne, caviar and some smoked salmon nibbles in case she was hungry. we had a nice " getting to know you " chat . she was intelligent and well educated. she was studying to become a social worker.
I won't demean her, or my memory of that night by detailing our intimacy. it is enough to say that we made love several times during the time we spent together and I was left extremely satisfied.
I do not consider my liason in any way homosexual. she was a woman in every way, with the exclusion of her very small penis..
I'm hoping my work will take me near that hotel again soon.
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.
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