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Every so often, I get these really strong urge to have sex with another man. Im usually pretty straight acting, always been into women, but then I get an urge. I spend hours online talking with different guys and making plans with them to meet up and have sex. I get so turned on that before I even meet them I end up climaxing.
Then the urge goes away. Completely. I am left confused and disappointed. Because I like them and I thought about it obsessively all day. They are good looking guys and seem like fun. I get so turned on that I can't help myself and jerk off. But then the urge instantly guess away...
So now I'm freshly showered. Ready to go meet one of these guys. I already came. And now have to explain to 3 different guys why I can't meet up with them for anonymous sex.
It's a serious problem, and I think I'm a bit insane. This has been going on for 3 years now, but I keep going back.
#gay
My fantasy is to watch my girlfriend have sex with another guy but she is completely against it.
I have a bf and ive been with him for some time. I really do love him, but just recently I met some boy at my friends residence building and ive been dying to screw him. What do i do?
I am in a relationship with an amazing man. I love him more than anything.
We live thousands of miles apart and parting with him was one of the toughest things ever.
I have a friend who lives in the same dorm as me.
He's shown lots of interest but I've always turned him away. He's not attractive whatsoever, but he's a good friend of mine.
On the weekends, we like to get drunk and play board games in my room.
One particular night, we were playing jenga and trying to put the game away, but I was too drunk to stand. So we both just sat on the floor, his arm draped around me while I continued to sip a drink. He looked at me and asked me, "Are you tired?"
I shook my head and finished my drink. I was extremely intoxicated at this point, but I was still aware of what was happening. He finished his last drink too and I knew he was drunk.
He helped me to my feet and lifted me in his arms (this was normal, he always did this and put me to bed before he left).
He laid me down and looked at me. In that moment I wanted him to leave like usual because I was afraid if he attempted to kiss me, I wasn't going to fight back.
Unfortunately, he leaned down and kissed me and I grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed.
We made out feverishly.
I knew what was going on and knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop.
He lifted his face from me and asked, "Want me to turn off the lights?"
I said yes, obviously. Like I said, I didn't think he was attractive.
We continued to kiss and the whole time, I imagined it was my boyfriend.
We kissed for about 20 minutes until I called a halt and told him he had to go back to his room.
He didn't argue with me. He said okay and left it at that.
After he left, I felt extremely guilty.
I still do.
#cheating #lie #wrong #relationship
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 kicked my boyfriend out of the house when I found out he cheated on me. That was about a month ago, and now I've let him back under the condition that I know the passwords for all his social media so I can keep tabs on him.
Its funny giving him a hard time when he has no idea I've been cheating on him since our relationship started. I only kicked him out as an excuse to not have to sneak around for a few weeks.
I am a faithful husband married to my wife for many years, but I get horny sometimes and crave extra sex. I particularly enjoy a good blowjob, and my wife is a bit shy about blowjobs. I would pickup good looking street walkers downtown, and pay for a good blowjob on a regular basis. I am not gay, and the thought of a man sucking my cock turns me off. However, I found out some of my favorite hookers turned out to be men dressed like a woman. I don't know why, but a tranny or a CD really gets me turned on, and I blow a big nut for them every time! I think they give the best blowjobs! Sometimes they ask me to suck their cock after I cum in their mouth. I resisted at first, but then gave in, and sucked on his/her hard cock until she blew her load. I still don't think I am gay, but I sure do enjoy tranny head!
I separated from my boyfriend after three years. I was young, exploring the world. So I didn't see anything wrong with him being mean to me, yelling, drinking.... However, he was very masculine, confident, I loved how he dominated me during sex. I was submissive like a little kitten, I let him do everything, even being violent....
At the end of the relationship, I met my current fiancé. He is a loving, caring ... Also in bed. We decided after a few years that I would not take the pill. Nevertheless, I still couldn't get over it and didn't let him come inside me.
However, a year ago I met my ex when he was shopping. We chatted, I went to his place for coffee and somehow it happened that I succumbed again. Triumphantly he fucked me again as if I were a whore, and I begged him to be harder on me, and later, all battered I begged him to impregnate me.... Which I allowed him to do. Since then, I dated him behind my fiancé's back, got pregnant and now have a two-month-old daughter. My fiancé further doesn't know that I don't think she is his....
And now, even though the pregnancy wiped me out and the delivery was terrifying, twice before I went back on the pill (I regret it a little... But it's safer that way), I let my ex come inside me again.... I'm stepping on thin ice but I can't stop....
#cheating #pregnant #impregnation #betrayal #engaged #fiance #adultery
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.
The best sex I've ever had was at my neighbor's summer party last year. I had been fucking his wife for months leading up to the party and, once the drinks started flowing, we were both feeling it. We snuck into the house, into the guest bedroom and had the most physical, rough, passionate quickie I've ever imagined. Her legs were wrapped around me with her back on the bed and I just barreled into her until I came. It was so hard to stay quiet and at one point I even had to put my left hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds too. So hot. I put my pants back on, fixed my hair and walked back outside. She came back outside a couple minutes later. No one had any clue and we're still fucking at least once a week over a year later.
I am living in a loveless marriage, and hate it. It seems more like a marriage of convenience at this time and I really wish I could be out of it. I often think of death, or life without my partner. Anything would be better than the shit Im in right now. Theres no love, no romance, no attraction anymore. Its just like a daily grind. She cheated on me. I forgave her. But deep down I guess i havent...and the memories never go away. I have 2 kids with her, and they are all that keep me in it. I hate life as it is.
I'm a married man and I've had a crush on my friends wife for a few years now. He's more of an acquaintance. I see her a lot more. I want to make sweet love to her in a major way. I find myself constantly fantasizing about her.
My wife and I are swingers and have to keep quiet about it. She is also a cuckquean meaning she watches me fuck other women. We don't have kids together but I've had a few kids with different flings. The other husbands and my wife don't know the kids are mine. This makes me so horny knowing other women are having my babies!!!
I was in love with my first girlfriend, she got pregnant at 19 and I found out I was one of three possible fathers. She married one of the other guys that she thought was most likely the father (I think she married him because he made the most money at the time). One year after they married I ran into her at a bar and we started a 7 year affair. She started fucking other guys besides her husband and I (go figure). And I think even spent some time as a streetwalker. We haven't talked in six years but I can't open myself up to another woman even though I have dated a few good women. Strangely I spend a lot of time fantasizing about MMF threesomes, gangbangs and cuckolds, basically anything associated with a woman being a pure and complete slut. Which is the stuff that infuriated me about my ex. I don't know if I will ever be able to have a normal relationship again.
My bf and I have very boring sex and I don't think I've ever been that into him. I won't even let him play with my tits.
I've been seeing a man I've met down the gym. He's so hot and the sex is so intense and rough. I let him go to town on my tits (and let him cum all over them)
I’m bi and in a relationship with a girl but I often go out and get railed by much bigger men whilst dressed up since I already basically look like a girl, I love the feeling of a man pushing me down whilst thrusting all his weight into me until he unloads deep in me and making me clean him off with my mouth and calling me a good girl, and despite all this I still love her more than anything
The woman I have been having an affair with for the past few months was caught at my house this weekend by her husband and boy, was it a scene. I am not sure how she got caught and I doubt I'll ever know but it was a horrible feeling. She and I were upstairs in my bedroom getting after it when her phone rang. Then rang again. Then rang one more time. She got out of bed and sent a text saying she was in a place where she couldn't talk. He replied by sending her a picture of my front door with a caption that said, "I know exactly where you are." It was a horrible feeling. I walked downstairs and opened the door. He looked defeated. I didn't say anything, he just waited for her to leave. Her car was in my garage so as she pulled out of the driveway, he followed her. I haven't heard from her and not sure when I will. Was a rough day.
I am a married professional woman. Recently I went to a week-end seminar at another city and met a great looking married man at the bar the first night. After a few drinks, he wound up in my room and soon we were having some great sex. We engaged the next night as well. I arrived home and all I could thing about was the great sex I had with him. I now am sort of remorseful.
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 used to work at a library after high school. I was 21 and there were a lot of younger, teenage girls that worked there. One of them, on her first day grabbed my crotch and told me she was good at giving blowjobs. We would fool around at work, secretly. One day she texted me that she was home from school and alone, so I went over on my lunch hour. She proceeded to blow me and I took her virginity in her bedroom. We hooked up a few times afterwards. Years later (now both of us married) we got back in touch and picked up where we left off.
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