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My wife finally confessed to me about her cheating on me, and I come to find out that she has been a cheating hot wife for many years. It is sexually stimulating and turns me on. One of her jobs was working in a maid service, and she had lots of sex with her clients as well as her co-workers. She was a little slut!
One of her stories was about a cute young boy she would drive in the car with, and she gave him handjobs along the way to their different jobs. She said that he would cumm so hard that it would hit the inside of the windshield of the car! He was a huge cummer evidently, and he would cumm very hard for my hot wife!
It turns me on that she made that young man cumm so much for her!
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I REALLY want to fuck my ex colleague. Shes 8 years older than me, we are both married.. we worked together for 3 years and had a great normal friendship, but after we got retrenched and didnt see each other for a while , I missed her a lot. When I saw her again , I immediately experienced a new feeling towards her, an euphoric feeling which immediately aroused me.. since then I have this intense desire to wrap her legs around me, slide my fat cock in her pussy and fuck her in every position and hole.. I literally fantasize about her pussy creaming on my cock before I cum deep inside her pussy. I dont know if the feeling is mutual so I dont want to act on it and fuck up my life completely. Her name is Tanya, a mother of two blonde kids and she drives a vw.. I just hope you see this and feel the same
I am a 42 year old guy happily married to a woman my age, a tall redhead who is in excellent shape and as goodlooking as she was when we started dating 20 years ago. We still have a good sex life, though it’s not frequent. We still mix up the routine a bit, and she still gives me head, and very well too. No matter what we do, though, one thing always happens: I go down on her. In 20 years, time and again, I haven't fooled around with her without licking her to orgasm. She absolutely loves it, and so do I.
All this is set up for something weird that happened about three years ago. My wife teaches at a college and at the end of the semester she went out with some colleagues for dinner then a bar. In the past she’s often gotten quite drunk at these events and gets home late. This particular time, she promised me she’d be back early because we wanted to fuck. It’d been a while. So once the kids were asleep I surfed some porn to get myself nicely primed, and waited. At about 11 she called to say she was going with a few people to smoke a joint in a park, then she’d come home. She happened to mention one colleague, let's call him Will, was going too. He was a colleague she talked about quite a bit, enough for me to think she had a crush on him, but not enough for me to be worried. I could hear people laughing and having fun in the background. I waited more and started getting worried at about 12:30. Finally, I heard the key in the door. It was past 1, but I wasn’t tired at all. I was raring to go. When she came in to the room she apologized for being late and said that they’d all had to go back to Will’s house to get the joint before going to the park. She undressed and we started making out and I rubbed her pussy. It was immediately pretty intense. Once she was about to come I shimmied down the bed to eat her out, but she kept pushing me away and said she didn’t want me to do that and she just wanted to fuck. That was strange. I told her I wanted to, and she said she didn’t want to again. I asked her why and she said nothing, and I said “just for a bit, okay?” She clearly wanted me to lick her, but something was preventing her from giving me the go ahead. Finally she said okay and I went at it.
It was only when I started licking her slit that I wondered if the reason she'd tried to stop me was that she’d fucked someone else earlier in the night and felt bad having my mouth where someone else’s cock had been. It wasn’t just the weird way she was acting or the fact that she’d tried to discourage me from giving her head (again, it had never happened before, and hasn’t happened since). It was also that her pussy was extra wet and tasted very different, quite a bit more salty and gamey. Whatever the reason it wasn't gross at all, in fact it was an incredible turn on. After she came, which was pretty soon, I crawled up onto her and I fucked her. While I did I whispered into her ear, "why didn't you want me to go down on you?" She said only “I was already so turned on I was worried it’d be too intense.” I said “really?” completely not believing it, but she only said “yes.” I came almost right away after that.
To this day I have no idea what happened that night. The only hint of anything else weird since then is that from then on she has barely mentioned Will at all, maybe one or twice. She used to talk about him pretty often. I think about that night a lot, wondering. Sometimes I like the idea that she went out and had some fun with someone else. It's not only a turn on to think of her doing someone else, which I imagine would be pretty fun and passionate for her after 20 years with the same person. I also like the idea that she would have this secret, something to look back on a feel horny, proud of herself, or just surprised at herself. Other times, when I think about it, it makes me sad and jealous. Most of the time, though, I have to admit it was probably all in my head. Probably she did just go to the park and smoke a joint, and the reason she didn’t want me to go down on her was that it was a hot, humid day and that she’d been biking all day. I guess I’ll never know, because there's no way I'm going to ask.
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I have been married for 12 years now, I have cheated on my husband several times while out of town on business.
I cheated on my best friend, with her fiance. I will call him Seth. When I first met him, I didn't like him on sight. The feeling was mutual. Seth was incredibly good looking, extremely tall and muscular. My friend desperately wanted us to get along but every time Seth looked at me, I felt his judgement and his annoyance. It was like he wanted my friend all to himself and I felt like I was losing her. I hated how good looking he was. I hated how perfect he was for her. I would look at him and he would literally make me angry. I can't really describe why. Two years pass, and they were engaged to be married. Seth and I still disliked each other but we had become quite good at playing polite company with each other and avoiding each other like the plague.
It was the Thursday before their wedding which was taking place on Saturday. I was a bridesmaid and my best friend was understandably freaking out about her wedding, as all brides do. Their wedding was taking place at an old winery - that had the most epic yard and house. The house was not lived in and they got the keys to the place on Thursday so they could start decorating. There was this beautiful winding staircase that they were going to take their pictures on. Anyways. I came by Thursday after work to help decorate. My friend and Seth were both there too. Seth and I were hanging hundreds of strings of fake flowers on that staircase banner. My friend had to leave early and she made some joke to Seth and I about not killing each other.
So Seth and I finished up in silence and then, almost in a peace offering, he went to the kitchen and brought me back a beer. We sat on those winding old steps and I finally got up the nerve and asked, "Why do you hate me so much?" He looked over at me and said, completely straight-faced, "Because every time I see you, I want to fuck your brains out."
I had no idea what to say about that, so I just sucked back that beer so that I had an excuse not to speak. I had two thought in my mind. 1) I want to fuck him too 2) He is my best friend's fiance. Never before have I ever been so torn in my life. I decided that I loved my best friend and that I just needed to get the heck out of there. I stood up, and turned to him and said, "That explains a lot. I know you love my best friend. I love her too. Let's just never talk about this again."
That is when he reached out, and I will never forget this moment as long as I live, he slide his hand up my thigh and then his fingers were up my shorts. I moaned and my legs against my will were spreading apart and he was fingering me like I have never been fingered before. I almost came. I was panting and looking at him and he was just staring at me. He yanked my shorts down, and then he was pulled me closer and his face was between my legs. And oh Lord, his tongue. Jesus. Between that and his two very big fingers I came so hard all over his face.
Next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees and without a condom, he was crushing me with his huge cock. I mean that thing was a monster. And I was bracing myself against those steps while he pounded me, absolutely fucked me to shit on those steps. He was yanking my head back with my hair and was saying things like, "I have never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I wanted to fuck you. The moment I saw you my cock was hard. This has been two years of torture." I have never been so turned on in my life. I had two orgasms during that and then he came inside of me. Without a condom.
When we were finished, we were both panting like we had run a marathon. I kind of moaned and said, "Oh no. Now what?" He said, "Well, the damage is done, let's enjoy this." We went upstairs and found the bride's room where there was a couch and chairs and I straddled him. He was tender that time, kissing me and kissing me while he slowly fucked me. I came twice more and then he came inside of me. Again without a condom. Then we jumped into the pool and swam around naked. Playing and drinking beer. Laughing. It was like I wasn't even with my friend's fiance. This was a completely different guy. He was funny and fun and sexy and interesting. I lay on the edge of the pool, my legs spread, staring up at the night sky. He stood in the pool and held my legs apart and pushed his tongue into me and made me come apart three times, never stopping, not even when I begged him. I loved how forceful he was. How demanding he was. I knelt on the grass and he held my head, pushing my mouth on that huge dick until I was choking and drooling, and he never let go until he was finished with my mouth. He never came in my mouth, but boy he sure liked my lips around him. The last time, he lay me down on the lounger by the pool and knelt in front of me. He put my legs on his huge shoulders and pushed so hard and deep into me. He just stared into my eyes and I orgasm-ed all over his cock twice more before he finally came inside of me.
It was 3 AM. We pulled on our clothes, made sure everything was in order and he walked me to the car. The last thing he said to me was, "Tell me not to marry her. I want to be with you. Tell me not to marry her." I just shook my head, got into my car. I bawled the entire way home. I wasn't sure if it was because I cheated on my best friend or because she was marrying the best sex I had ever had in my life.
They got married. I was the bridesmaid. Looking at him you would never know that had happened. He was back to being a complete jerk that ignored me. It confused me. We were all standing on those steps, getting our pictures taken. My best friend was so happy. Everyone was happy. All I could think of was that I had fucked Seth two nights ago on these steps. Yet here he was ignoring me. Except one glance. He looked back at me and his look said, he remembered everything. He looked completely tortured. And my heart was pounding so hard. I couldn't look at him after that. It was too hard.
During the reception, first there was the bride and groom dance and then all the other dances and then my best friend led Seth over to me and said, "Please. You two. I need you to kiss and make up. You two need to learn to like each other." And she forced us onto the dance floor. So we started to dance, it was a slow dance. Super fucking awkward. We didn't talk and I could see the bride giggling off to the side with the other bridesmaids. She thought this was funny. I thought he was being a jerk again until I felt his huge erection brush against my stomach. Our eyes met. We didn't say a word. As the song came to a close, he leaned down and said, "I hope I fucking knocked you up because I want nothing more than to be with you." I swear my knees almost gave out when he whispered those words to me.
He didn't knock me up.
Six months passed. We continued to ignore each other and be rude to each other. My friend just rolled her eyes. She told us that we must have hated each other in a past life. Little did she know that we were just working so hard to not cheat on her again.
Their marriage broke up. She was a mess. I was a mess. I comforted her. She said he just came home one day and said, "I thought you were the one but you aren't. And I can't live like this anymore." And that was it. He moved his stuff out. He had zero interest in reconciling. It was over. No amount of pleading or begging from her changed his mind.
Part of me was relieved. I thought, I no longer had to torture myself around him. No longer had to worry that I was going to slip up and cheat again. What was done was done. I could move on in my life. Except I didn't. The last person I had slept with had been him and no matter how much I tried, I had no interest in dating anyone. I felt like I was almost as heart sick as my friend.
Another six months passed. One night, my door bell rang, I opened my door and he was standing there. Staring at me. He just lifted me up, shut the door and fucked me right there on the foyer floor. We never even made it to the couch that was 5 feet away. We fucked and fucked and fucked. I kept telling myself that if I could only get this man out of my system, I would be cured. But the more we screwed, the more screwed I was.
We've been together for a year. Blindingly hot sex that just gets better and better. We have kept it a secret. I know the moment I tell my friend, she will dump me. I know the moment I tell our friends or my family or anyone, we will be judged and hated. I don't want to lose her and I don't want to hurt her.. I feel enormous guilt over this but he is like my drug. He is my world. I can't get enough of him. It's a mess. But when his cock is buried deep inside of me, I know that nothing else matters.
Can you confess if you keep on sinning?
I'm 45, pretty fat, not great looking, and married for 29 years. My husband never was too much for adventurous sex, even when I was skinny and pretty with nice firm, big tits. For the last 10 years I've been fucking any cock that will fuck an old fatty like me. Believe it or not there are lots of guys. I know I'm just being used as a place to stick it in and cum but I like that. About 3 years ago I started having anal sex. When I was young it kind of turned me off. I didn't like it because I knew I'd have to suck the cock that came out of the same hole I poop from. But now I think it's the very dirtiness, the nastiness of it that makes me like it. Before my husband fucked me I hadn't done anything but suck 3 cocks. He was the first to fuck me and was the fourth I sucked. Over the last 10 years, I've had exactly 58 cocks inside me, and now I've had 22 up my ass. I've sucked all of them off, plus many more. I was sucking strange cock before I started letting them fuck me. I'd have never believed a fat old cumhole like me can still get plenty of men.
I have been cheating on my husband with my ex since before we were married. Actually it started not long after we started dating.
He came to me and said that he regretted breaking up with me in the first place and that he wanted to get back with me so I told him where to go. My boyfriend was better in bed and more considerate of my needs anyway so I had no reason to go back to him.
Not long after that he got a new girlfriend and so he stopped chasing me and I didn't think anything more of it.
Then about six months later I was talking to some of my girl friends and one of them told me that my ex had been cheating on his current girlfriend with her. The two of them had actually dated years ago and he always pined for her so this wasn't much of a surprise. Especially as I always had a strong feeling they were having sex behind my back when we were dating. Any way she said that he had learned a lot from his new girlfriend who was older and more experienced. She talked for almost an hour about how good he was in bed and how forceful he had become.
This all made me laugh because he was anything but forcful before. He was really clumsy and would apologise every time he thrust a little hard. But the idea that he was now this dominant man in bed did get me a little turned on.
It was only a day later that I went round to my ex's house while my boyfriend was at work. We've been sleeping together ever since.
He still has his girlfriend and as I said I'm now married. If he left his girlfriend I'd go with him in an instant but I've had to settle for second best. I suppose I do still love my husband in a way but not how I did when we got together. The only time we have any fun in the bedroom any more is when we have threesomes or if he lets me use toys.
I hate my ex's girlfriend. She is the only reason I have to live like this.
I have to begin with a bit of a backstory. I met my (now ex) girlfriend 3 years ago at a party of a mutual friend. We hit it off rather quickly and I fell in love with her that same night. Because of me still going to university, we could only see each other at the weekend, as I am lived 3 hours away from home. Around 4 months into our relationship she confessed to me that she had slept with another man, because she felt lonely and desperate. She apologized profusely and I believed her - mistake no 1. I had one more year of university left and as I was told afterwards, she cheated on me several times with several different men during that period.After I got my degree, we both moved to another city. At first everything was great, living together seemed and felt like the right thing. I loved her so much. But it didn't take long until she became quite hostile and reserved towards me. She would try to start a fight every chance she got and made mountains out of molehills (if you know what I mean)We stopped having sex long ago, affection was long gone and this went one for a couple of months. And that's when she confessed that she's been seeing someone else for quite a while now. She said she wanted to break up with me and move in with the other man.She moved out immediately after this talk. I was so heartbroken. I broke off every kind of contact to her, even when she offered to stay friends. I just couldn't take it.Now to my confession: I am still living in the same apartment I used to live in with her. Two weeks ago, a letter was sent to my apartment addressed to her. At first I thought I would just throw it away, as I did with every other letter I got with her name on it. But I was just too curious. It was a letter from her credit card institute. It was the third reminder sent to pay for some long overdue debts she had and if she would not pay within 10 days they would take legal measures.I really considered telling her about that letter but that's when she sent me a really ugly message on Facebook. She insulted me and named me quite a few things, as she "found out" that I told my friends about why we broke up (b/c she cheated on me). She said I had ruined her reputation and that she would "sue more for all I have" and "cut my dick off"... stuff like that. It was really bad...So, I decided to not tell her about that letter.Please forgive me, but I really hope she gets some hell for what she did to me.
#ex #girlfriend #revenge #cheating #bitch #vengeful #confession
My girlfriend of 2 years cheated on me. I was stunned when I found out, I always treated her like she was the most special girl in the world. I'm a decent looking guy, have a nice size tool and never had trouble getting dates, but now I know I wasted 2 years of my life on someone who wasn't worth it. Her sister had always flirted with me when she was alone with me, and I had resisted, but now I was angry, and ended up fucking not only her sister, but her mom too when she was having compassion for me after her daughter cheated on me, we were just talking and one thing lead to another and I pounded her puddin' as hard as I've every pounded any girl, loaded her up with cum and she loved it.
Now my girlfriend regrets cheating on me and has dumped the other guy she was seeing and is begging to get back together.
I told her only if I could keep fucking her sister and her mom too. She just looked at me kind of stunned. I just smiled and walked away.
It was revenge, it was extreme justice :)
I've been in a long distance relationship for 3 years and last week i did something I've never thought i could. I cheated on my SO with my friend/schoolmate who was attracted to me. I've been living with anxiety and depression for a long time now and being with him makes me feel a bit alive and wanted :( Unlike my boyfriend who is always too busy to make time for me he was always there when i need someone to talk to. I tried to avoid my friend though, tried to push him away but I'm such a piece of crap. I ended up falling for that shortlived feelings. Yes, my friend and I had sex. And now I'm feeling extremely guilty it's eating me up inside... HE deserves someone better. But I'm too afraid to tell him the truth. I might be pregnant too.
I don't think my bf really loves me. I think he's cheating again.
We have a son together and while I was pregnant he had an online relationship with another girl as well as a 4 month long affair while I miscarried our second. He's had 6 other "slip ups" And now he's secretive with his phone again.
I went to a mental hospital 10 days ago and today i just got discharged. There was a guy there that i kinda had a relationship with and i feel like dick because i have a girlfriend and I’ve been dating her for 4 months. I think i might break up with her tho
Always have found my secretary sexy and pretty. She's married to the biggest asshole. When i heard rumors her husband was cheating on her, jumped on opportunity to hit on her. Sure enough, 2 weeks later we were fucking in my office often. She told me it was only revenge sex and I was of course okaaaay with that. 3 years later here we are still having a healthy very sexual lustful relationship. Both of us married.
I'm married, 31 and I have kids. We live across from the local high school. I work from home and my wife works away. I noticed some of the girls walking past daily, and soon started chatting with them. Before long, we got very friendly. Two friends, both in grade 10 knew my son, so we had lots to talk about. With a little effort, one of them came to visit, sexy, big boobs for her age, tall and friendly. I kept flirting, and landed the occasional hand on the shoulder. Told her I'd be back now, and called her after a while. When she walked in, I was stroking my cock. Soon I was ramming her tiny pussy, hard, forcefully. It turned into a 4-times weekly thing. I'd love for her to get pregnant, and love to dominate her, inflicting pain, forcing her, and also getting her tied up. I'm sure I'll get caught eventually, but a young schoolgirl tied, helpless, calling me daddy and begging me hurt her as I please, is worth more than the shit I'd get. I get off on hurting her, especially slapping her and biting her all over. Last week I punched her, hard, in the face and on her tit, and she cried! I fucked her hard and sent her home. Her folks saw the marks and she got big trouble. Love it
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I have a confession to make.
I've been sleeping with my friends husband. We've been friends for 4 years. When me and her started to become friends she told me that her and her husband had been going through a rough patch because her husband had an affair.
One time they had a house party and everyone was really drunk and I ended up talking to her husband about his affair. He told me that there were problems in the marriage since they had kids, he kept trying to make time for just them but she won't even take a few hours away from the kids so they never have sex or when they do it's quiet and boring. He also said the girl was his type - blonde, curvy with fake tits, which describes me too (his wife also told me this another time so he wasn't lying about how she looked) He tried to start the affair again but the girl wasn't interested and he hasn't done it since. I was drunk too and admitted that his stories about him and the girl having all this wild and secret sex was a turn on.
From then we'd always had a flirty relationship but nothing happened and never in front of his wife. It was obvious though that we wanted each other but nothing could happen.Still though me and his wife started to hang out more.
His wife works as a florist from home and one weekend she was taking her kids away to her mothers so her husband would be home alone, I arranged in advance for her to make me some flowers and I would pick them up when she was away. I didn't think anything would happen but I liked the thrill of the flirting.
The night I went round I wore a tight and low cut dress and pretended I was so dressed up because I'd been out for dinner. He couldn't keep his eyes off me and we hung out for a bit talking and then he asked me about my love life. I said I was single and jokingly asked him to set me up with a friend and he said no, he'd get jealous. I said you're a married man and shouldn't be talking like that, he said "my wife isn't here to tell me not to" and that was all I needed. I grabbed him by his tie and we kissed. The kiss was amazing and he couldn't stop touching me all over. He said that he'd waited too long to do this and that he hoped I was going to be a good girl. He pressed me up against the kitchen work top and pulled my dress so my tits were out and he sucked them. He said he missed having a big pair of tits to play with and his wife's were too small. I laughed and told him to keep sucking them. We stayed in the kitchen for a bit kissing and groping and then he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to the stairs, we kissed again and I told him that he better fuck me good.
We ran up the stairs and made our way to their bedroom, as soon as we got in we ripped each other's clothes off and he threw me on the bed.
He went down on me twice and it was amazing (twice before we even got to fucking!) once when I was lying on my back and the second I sat on his face. I literally screamed the whole time, he was so eager to eat me it was amazing. The sex was insane, we did it twice. The first time he was on top and then I was and the second we did it doggy style, plus we did anal. When I said to him "bet she doesn't let you fuck her ass?" He practically jumped off the bed to get lube. He's very big and felt so good. I moaned and screamed and he was groaning so loud and kept shouting that I was amazing at fucking,that I was a hot bitch and also things like my tits are amazing and "she doesn't fuck this good"- anytime he talked shit about his wife I laughed and he loved it. The sex was so rough and fast that the sheets came off the bed, we soaked them with sweat, the bed moved away from the wall and we also knocked over the bedside table which had their wedding photo on.
After all the sex we stayed in bed kissing and touching but eventually I left.
That was about a week ago and in a few days we're going to meet up at mine and have round 2.
I don't give a shit about his wife, she doesn't deserve him. He is hot and rich and she won't ever make time for them... Well don't worry. I will.
My daugther is so beutiful. She was 18. She have nice curly body. Her tits is grapefruit size. I love my wife. My 1st wife my daugther mom she died went she gave birth to her and i marry her sister. But she can't have babies. I wasting a lot of sperm for nothing the only sperm i waste went she gave me a blowjob. One night she was sleeping. My daugher came to me and tell me dad i want you to be my first ang impregnate me don't waste your sperm that bitch. Guive your sperm. She remove her night gown and we fuck on the sofa for hours. I And she got pregnant. My wife doesn't know is mine. We fuck every time she sleep go to work and one night i gave strong sleeping pills and fuck same bed while she was sleeping. Im planning to divorce her and marry my daugher we can't stop fucking each other. Now she got 5 children im the father. My wife doesn't know is mine.
8 years ago, my wife Pam and I were going through a very rough time. We were certainly heading towards divorcing. We had married too young and didn't know how, or weren't willing to, compromise. We were separated, but still living together. It had only been a couple weeks and neither one of us had made other living arrangements yet. I was 23 at the time. I'm a 6'4" white guy, in decent shape. I've gotten myself into a few questionable situations over the years,
My wife has an adopted sister, Melissa, or Mel. They had kind of a rough upbringing together, but have grown closer as they've gotten older. My wife is of mixed race - her mom is black and her dad Mexican and white. Melissa was also mixed. Her parents were black and Mexican. By the time I met my wife, Mel was already living out of state, with her husband and 2 kids. His job required them to relocate. I met Melissa for the first time when she finally visited us, after we had been married for about a year and a half. She wasn't even at our wedding. She visited us by herself. She and he husband were also having a rough time during those days.
The plan was for her to visit for a week. The first 3 days, Mel and Pam would go do things during the day, while I went to work. When I'd get home, we'd all just drink and bullshit with each other. The next day, I had off from work. They did their thing, but I started drinking well before they got home. They joined in soon after they got home. It was an especially fun night. We all talked and talked and talked. However, even at her best, Mel can be a bit rude and kind of a bitch.
I've always been very sexually attracted to my wife. I still am today. She's always caught my eye. But, that night, it was Mel who stole the show. She was wearing this short jean skirt that had me trying to sneak a peek every time she'd look away while she was sitting down. Her top was very flattering. She's got a nice body in general. Great legs and nice, round ass. Big enough tits to have enough cleavage to keep my eyes trying to catch a glimpse down her shirt. She's maybe 5'6", so I tower over her. I honestly couldn't stop myself from staring at her, at times.
As the night wound down, we continued to drink. My wife called it a night, and went to bed. I'm pretty sure she crashed out the second she laid down. Melissa and I stayed up. We told each other we'd just have one more drink and then call it a night. I stood on the other side of the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen in our apartment, as she stood in the kitchen and poured her drink, talking about some nonsense I wasn't really listening to. As she stood there, her skirt had kind of slipped up, and her ass cheeks were exposed. I stared. She was wearing a black thong. By the time I had realized she had stopped talking and was looking back at me, it was too late. She had caught me staring straight at her ass and legs. She asked me "were you really just checking me out? You're married to my sister." I was like "yeah, sorry. Your skirt's kind of riding up there. And you look really good... And, we're getting a divorce, anyway." We were both smashed.
She acted offended, but she didn't fix her skirt. In fact, she turned and faced me, and sort of leaned back and seemed to be enjoying that I was checking her out. We both stood in silence and sipped our drinks.
I went and joined her in the kitchen. She was like "what are you doing?" And I told her I came to get a closer look. She told me "you can look, but you can't touch", as she lifted her skirt up higher and tugged her shirt down to show off her cleavage. She was teasing me. I told her "you had better watch yourself." She said "oh yeah? Or what? What are you going to do about it?" I repeated "seriously, if you don't want it, you had better watch what you're doing... Or I'm going to fuck you." She got a huge grin on her face and said something like "oh wow. Really?" She took off her shirt. I undid my pants, and pulled my cock out over my boxers. She went "oh wow" again, but now she was staring at my cock. I've been told I'm big, so I didn't think letting her see it was going to hurt, lol. For those who care, it's just shy of 8 inches erect and decent thickness.
She was leaning back on the counter still, and she looked amazing. I got a full erection pretty quickly. I moved closer to her, and she blurts out "you wouldn't dare. I'll tell Pamela" as she inched away.
I snapped.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her down to her knees. I told her "I don't care." I put my cock in her face and told her something along the lines of "now suck my cock, you fucking slut." She listened, and took me in her mouth. I had my hand on her head and forced myself in deeper often. As amazing as it felt, I don't think I've ever been less interested in getting a blowjob than I was at that moment. All I could do was thinking about fucking that mixed black/Mexican pussy. I probably wouldn't have let it go even that long, but she was doing an outstanding job.
I stood her up, and she breathed heavily while I took off her bra and groped her tits. I told her to take off her panties. She said "make me."
I turned her around and bent her over the counter. Her skirt was still up on her waist. I ripped her thong by the cheap piece of crap on the side, and it sagged over to the other leg. She was shaking in excitement. I shoved my cock inside her very wet pussy and she let out a hell of a moan and an "oh god". I fucked her deep and slow at first, and we both talked some shit back and forth about who was enjoying it more, lol.
I moved on to fucking her hard and fast, and several minutes later I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I never said a word. I just kept going, until I shot my load deep inside her and she moaned loudly. When I was done, I turned her around and we stayed close and kissed. She still looked so damn good.
I picked her up and put her over my shoulder, and carried her into the living room. I threw her onto the couch. In hindsight, we're probably lucky that no one got hurt during that stunt, as I was pretty drunk.
Anyway, I didn't waste any time. I got my pants all the way off. She spread her legs and laid back on the couch as I moved in between her legs. I fucked her again, hard and fast pretty much from the start. There was less moaning this time. She was trying to be quiet. It was more like grunting. By the time I was ready to cum again, we had slid over to the end of the couch and her head was banging against the arm rest. I came inside her again as she wrapped her legs around me and we stared into each other's eyes. Probably within 2 minutes of us being done, she went and got her clothes and put them away, and put on some clothes to sleep in. She went to sleep on the couch and I went in to sleep with my wife. Well, I was sleeping on an air mattress next to the bed at that point.
When I got up the next morning, the 2 of them were already up and chatting away. I didn't know what to expect, but was fearing the worst.
Nothing happened. She never told anyone. The rest of her visit went the same. We acted like it never happened, until I took her to the airport. She told me she had a really good time the other night, and gave me a blowjob in the car in the airport parking structure.
Well, a year or so after all of that, against all odds, somehow my wife and I decided that we were going to try to stay married. We're still happily married. 10 years and going strong. We've got 3 kids.
It's been 8 years since that night with Mel. She's only visited twice since then, both times with her husband and kids. The first visit, nothing happened. We didn't even talk about it. The second time, about 5 months ago, she snuck out to see me after everyone had fallen asleep. We ended up getting another room at the same hotel just so we could be alone. She admitted to me that I'm very likely the father of her youngest son. I had kind of suspected that for years, but it was nice to get confirmation. We had sex. We knew we shouldn't. But she still looks great, and it was a very lustful ordeal. We both hurried our separate ways when we were done.
Well, just 2 days ago, my wife mentions to me that her sister is getting a divorce. Curious, I asked "why? What's going on there?" And she goes "well, she's pregnant, and apparently Tom (Mel's husband) and her haven't had sex in like 2 years. So he's done with her, I guess. I don't know what she expected." I asked her if she had any details, but tried not to sound too interested. "She just told me it was some one night stand with some random guy at their hotel while they were visiting us, of all things. That idiot. She doesn't even know his name." I didn't bother asking any more questions. I already knew. Later that night I texted Mel and just said "thank you." She just responded "no problem. No point in fucking up your life, too. See you next time." I told her "I'll be ready" and she said "oh, I know." And that was it.
I admit that I am feeling awful. Not only did I cheat on my wife, but I did it with her sister, and now she's going to have her second child from me. But I also admit that I can't state those facts without feeling a very dirty satisfaction and occasionally getting an erection. I can't wait until her next visit.
I cheated on my wife for several years, often with random people.
She lost all interest in sex, and I had a high sex drive (and I was an excellent lover--her words). The only reason I cheated was for sex; we both still loved each other and I wasn't going to leave her, especially after she got sick. This went on for several years, and then she passed away suddenly. I have been buried in guilt ever since. It's strange because I never felt guilty while she was alive; the guilt became very real once she died and I knew that she instantly knew everything that I had done. I wish I had never cheated; it's something I can never undo now.
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