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I was visiting a relative without my wife in a large city and had 2 free days. I went on a popular free dating site (not a fuck buddy site) just to see if I could connect with someone. I accurately describe myself as in my mid 50s, fit, athletic, and married visiting the city. Now this is a very large city. I really was not expecting to connect but about noon I get a message with a phone number to call. I call her and she has a thick spanish accent, clearly english is her second language. We chat a while and I explain I'm in town for a few days and I am looking for a playmate to be together naked, enjoy each others bodies, NSA. it is hard to understand her with her accent. She gives me her address and says to come over. So I look up her address and since I have no car I need to take public transportation. It will take at least 90 minutes to get to her. That means 90 minutes to get back and I don't have enough time. I text her and tell her I can't make it that afternoon, could we meet first thing the next morning. She right away responds yes. Now I'm pretty excited. I could hardly sleep that night, early the next morning I get up, take the transportation as she described and arrive at her building, I take the elevator up, knock on her door and there she is. About 5 ft tall, not slender but nice curves and beautiful boobs. She welcomes me in. She gives me a glass of water and we sit on her couch and talk. I ask if I can kiss her and she says she likes to be kissed. As we are kissing she asks me about my wife and says she is not sure we should do it because of my wife. I explain that I won't tell my wife if she doesn't. We kiss some more. Within a minute I have her blouse and bra off. Now from the time I knocked on the door to her being topless was about 5 minutes. We go hand in hand to her bedroom and undress each other. She tells me she loves 69 so onto the bed we went, her at the head of the bead on her back, me facing down with my face in her pussy, her mouth on my cock. We played, tasted, licked, touched for quite a while, eventually we turn around and proceed to have sex in at least 5 positions. It was awesome.
We cuddled, took a shower and washed each other off. and I was off. Now I visit this city to see my relatives and I have visited my friend 10 or 15 times since. I asked her once, why did she give me her address and phone number 5 minutes after talking to a total stranger on the internet. She said she prayed to God for a good man and right then she got my message to meet. I think she liked it as I have seen her many many times and each time, we are in her bed naked within 5 minutes of me knocking on the door. 69 for the first few minutes then every position of sex we can think of and get our bodies into. God is good, and I ask no forgivness. It was really fun.
#infidelity #sex #stranger #69 #cheating
I found out my wife had been fucking many guys behind my back. I knew she was a whore, she'd fucked at least 60 guys if not a 100 before I even knew her. In fact when I was only 16 and she was 19 she was my first fuck. Her boyfriend was a friend of my older cousins and he used to put her out for gangbangs. One of my cousins told him I was a virgin and her BF let me come into the motel room where she was lying on the bed with cum all over her mouth, her small tits, and leaking out of her pussy. I found out later it was leaking out of her ass as well. I was the 11th guy to fuck her that night another 10 or more came after me. Though I was 11th, she'd taken from the previous 10 guys a total of 16 loads of cum all over her. I added one more in her pussy and lost my virginity.
After that her boyfriend would let me come around his place and fuck her 1 on 1 sometimes, that's how I got my first BJ and my first anal sex. Sometimes he'd invite me to her gangbangs as well. So I knew that when I married her she was a used up slut and I wanted that. She did anything I wanted sexually.
But to go behind my back and I found out she'd been doing it for several years with at least 8 guys.
So for revenge, I gave all the info to some guys, they had a total of 10 guys and they threw her in their van when she came out of her office into the garage. They took her to a vacant house and all 10 took turns buttfucking her and recording it all. I thought that was enough, but they brought in some homeless bums and made them pay her a quarter to fuck her well used pussy or mouth. They kept her clothes, and wrote how many times she'd been fucked on her, then pushed a needle into each nipple, not through like a piercing, but directly into the nipple at a straight angle, in about 2 inches. They left her phone and she called me. I picked her up and didn't take any clothes for her despite the fact she "ordered" me to.
She was angry that I had no clothes, and angry this had happened to her and I reminded her of how we met, she didn't even know my name and I was fucking her. Then I let her know of the 8 names I knew she'd been fucking and told her to keep it up, and reminded her what would happen to her if she did. I fucked her, then made her give me the coins the homeless guys gave her. There were 12 quarters. I took her home naked. When we got home I made her make us some food while naked and wouldn't let her clean or even wipe her leaking ass and pussy. Instead she sat on my lap with my cock up her butt and we ate while I watched the video with her. My last words to her (other than the two times more I came in her) were . . . "Always let me know when you're going to be a slut, if I agree there won't be a problem"
So I'm dating a girl, but I like like three other girls. I would like to leave her to date one of them... Except I'm too much of a jealous person so I won't leave her and have another guy have sex with her. I'm thinking about cheating. I'm sorry
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.
I ran into my buddy’s naive fiancé at a bar, got her real drunk, drove her home and fucked her all night long, the last time anally. She was pissed at me when she woke up the next morning. They ended up getting married, so I see her socially all the time. We have not told a soul.
I'm sixteen, and recently over spring break i went to the beach with my bf and some friends. i was wearing a pretty skimpy bikini, and this older guy (at least twice my age) was checking me out. At first i was a little creeped out, but then a bit turned on. i happened to meet up with him when i went to the bathroom, and we were alone. i gave him a look, and he gave me a look back... one thing led to another, and he ate my pussy out and then we had sex. he was bigger than my boyfriend, and a lot more experienced. i'll probably never see him again, i don't even know his name. But i know i shouldn't have cheated on my boyfriend. i feel guilty, but it was great having the attention of an older guy. i'm not underage (at least where i live) so it's not like we did anything illegal. But i know i still shouldn't have done it. i don't think my bf will ever find out, but i'm not sure how to stop feeling guilty about it everytime i see him.
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 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 started the job I am at right before I got married. When I got there this woman and I started talking. At first I thought she was just talking to me to see if she could get me. I told her to leave me alone. She never left me alone and we kept talking. Before I knew it I was thinking about her instead of my wife. I haven't done anything with her but now we live in the same town. Now I find myself wanting this woman even when I am having sex with my wife.
We talked for 4 months but only met once cause im married. Because of the constant talking i was really into him but things fizzled cause i couldn't get out enough..... well i have a lot more free time now and have considered reaching out to him but is a year and a half too long? He's already messaged my online profile but with no pic he has no idea it's me.
My husband and I were in bed talking about our pasts. He told me all his girl friends and his first wife had cheated on him. He told me everything, I listened, asked about what they did and how he felt. I noticed how his breathing increased. I hugged him to feel better. I noticed he was hard, like really hard. I touched him, wrapping my fingers around him. I looked deep into his eyes and suddenly I realized something important and asked, “Do you want me to be like them and cheat too?” -FHwife
#cuckold #cheating #willing #confession #lust #temptation #discovery #hotpast #girlfriends
My fantasy is to watch my girlfriend have sex with another guy but she is completely against it.
I've been using meth on and off for maybe 3 years now. The first time I did it I just know I liked the way it made me feel but I didn't think anything beyond that good high feeling, I was 14 by the way. Now since I've been smoking it I've noticed that it makes me really horny. My wife and I were doing it together in the beginning and it would make us really horny and would have wild sex, and role plays. We would role play about things that we know we wouldn't do or even think of on a regular basis. But when we were high we would just let our wild minds wonder.
Well now she has stopped completely. She don't know I still do it once in a while and its really hard to not be obvious so I have to hide it by drinking some beer so I can blame my slurring on the beer haha. But what I miss the most is the crazy sex and wild talks when we would smoke.
Here's my confession: I have a good friend that him and his girlfriend smoke it, and they're pretty much the one's I get it from. Well one day I get text from his gf and she tells me to email her to an email address she gave me, not telling me what for. I thought it was weird but I still emailed her. So she replies back telling me that she's very lit and starts complaining about my her bf that he's always on his phone and doesn't enjoy the high with her. So I ask her what is it that she wants to do to enjoy it, and then she tells me that she was sorry for what she's about to say but that this is the only time she has the courage to say it (when she's high) so she tells me that she's feeling really horny and that all she can think off is doing something sexual with anyone. By then I knew where this was going so I started telling her that I knew how she felt because I feel the same way and all that.
So we started talking about sex. We would ask each other dirty questions. We also started sharing fantasies and that night we both ended up feeling horny for each other. So ever since that day every time she's horny she emails me pictures or tells me how bad she wants me. I honestly enjoy our convos. We haven't had sex yet but there was 3 times where she dropped off some goods at my place and I would get her to give me blow jobs, and she would let me finger her.
So my conclusion is that now I have someone to share my horniness with when high.
I was working in Las Vegas several years ago. I was staying in a strip hotel and in the evening when I was done with work I would go out in the hallway and call my wife. One night as I am talking to my wife (I am in my lower 60s), this young girl of about 20 comes up to me and stands right next to me shoulder to shoulder. I did not move, kept talking to my wife. She didn't say a word, just stood touching my side. When I hung up the phone I say to her what's up. She says not much and gives me a gentle nudge. Well within about 15 seconds we were hand in hand kissing. We walked around and stopped every few feet to kiss. She could't go back to her room because her boyfriend was there, I couldn't go back to my room because I was sharing it with a co worker. We walked around and found the linen closet was open. We went in and kissed for the longest time. She was tall, slender, tiny breasts. I took off her top and sucked on her nipples for quite some time. She didn't want to go any further than that. Too bad both our rooms were occupied,
My husband has this cheating fantasy. He’s made me role play it for years. One night after some drinks with the girls, I fucked a guy, Ryan, that I’ve known since college. The knowledge that I was cheating really turned me on. I told myself the whole time that I was doing this to tell my husband and it would turn him on.
The following days I kept entertaining the idea of telling my husband, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. Then we went out one night and saw Ryan. He kept grabbing me and pawing at me. I told him to cool it because my husband would suspect something. My husband did notice, he tried to laughed it off, but was annoyed by Ryan. My husband said that if Ryan even had a chance, it would have happened years ago. Truthfully, I always found Ryan attractive and we had kissed several times, but I never told my husband. That was before we were married, so it didn’t count.
Well, I met with Ryan to tell him that I fucked up and it wouldn’t happen again. But he has this dominant personality, unlike my husband and he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I let him fuck me again. I don’t really feel guilty, but I love my husband and don’t want to hurt him.
My friends all laugh because I always had a “good girl” reputation. I don’t think I’ll sleep with Ryan again, but I think I might be addicted to the thrill of cheating.
My best friend and his gf who im also close with, live together in a tiny apartment. She works 1st shift and him 2nd. I often would go hangout with his girlfriend for a few hours until he got home.. I knew she was attracted to me because she would wear very revealing skimpy clothing when we'd be alone and she would subtlety flirt too..
I had wanted to fuck her for so long but resisted for years.. until one night I came over and she was on the couch in a very low cut top with her tits busting g out and very short shorts. I sat next to her, making small talk for a few minutes before she asked if I was hungry.. she got up and opened the fridge, her back to me about 10 feet away..And bent over with her legs straight, her shorts now revealing a few inches of her ass, pretending to be looking for something in the fridge..She turned and looked at me, still bent over, seductively smiling. She caught me staring and said to me "do you like it?"
Playing dumb I said "like what?"
Now she was walking slowly towards me as she said "my ass, silly. I know you were looking. It's okay, I wanted you too."
My cock was throbbing in my jeans, clearly bulging through them as I replied "Ash, I don't want to this to John, he's my friend." She was standing in front of me now, close enough to touch her.. she said "do what to him? We're only talking..Not that he would care. He hasn't fucked me in weeks."
After that she slipped off her shorts, now lying at her ankles.. "oops" she said.."I can see you want me, I've wanted you too for so long. It's only sex, I have needs that John doesn't take care of. He won't ever know, nobody will"
I couldn't resist anymore, I reached out and pulled her to me. She got on top of me and we feverishly began kissing grinding, stripping..
She knelt between my legs and slipped off my boxers, my cock hard and throbbing..She started stroking it, "yours is so much bigger than his, I wonder how you taste" she started sucking me, giving me the best blowjob I've ever had. She was loving it, staring up at me with a look of pure lust..I had always thought she was a naughty little slut deep down and now she was showing me she was.. she swallowed my cum and I remained hard, unbelievably horny still. I picked her up carried her to the bedroom and fucked her senseless.. then we showered together and waited for John to get home..
We continued fucking for several months before I got a gf and ended it.
He still has no idea
#betrayal #girlfriend #sex #slut
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've been married to my husband for 20 years. About 10 years ago we moved to Ohio for abou a year, the whole time I fucked my father in law, I haven't done it since. It will always be the worst thing I've ever done.
There is no difference if you cheat on your girlfriend or not. It simply does not matter. If you are loyal and faithful to her, she will talk down to you anyway and accuse you of cheating "with that b*itch". Does not matter if it is the truth or not. Of course, denying it does not help the matter either. She will not believe you. Period. You start to fight and eventually break up because there is no trust between you two.
And if you cheat and the truth comes out, you are at the same point as if you would have told the truth right from the beginning.
It just does not make sense and it definitely does not matter.
#cheating #relationship #trust #faithful #girlfriend #breakup #confession
To all the guys who have wives who engage in overnight travel for work, i.e., seminars, conferences, meetings, home office visits, etc., every one of them are cheating on you. I know because I am one of the guys who used to service them Also, they are enthusiastically performing all of the sex acts that they are refusing to do for you, i.e., blowjobs, anal, etc.
When I get done fucking them, sometimes I would get mischievous; especially if they fell asleep.
One time I wrote my name on a woman’s ass with permanent marker. Another time, I left hickeys by her crotch and on her neck. The one time the woman made me use a condom, I hid the used condom in her luggage. Once I had a girl tied up and I put her vibrator in her pussy and turned it on and put a huge dildo up her ass, and left her in the hotel tied up.
I meant no real harm. But all that was wrong.
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