All I want for Christmas is you… Part 1 [MF] [True Story] [Adultery] [Car Sex] [ONS]

**This is a true story, originally I posted about this 6 months ago [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/adultery/comments/a95i52/had_my_first_one_night_stand_last_night/?ref=share&ref_source=link)**

*I’ll write a continuation if there’s enough interested*

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I sat at the bar drinking a coke, contemplating what to do next. I didn’t want to go home. Back to her, back to reality. Self-destructive, looking to ruin things before they could end; I was lonely, but just wanted to be alone.

Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I sat back and resigned myself to my fate as I asked Barman Bill for yet another coke. Still at least Bill liked his job. Chatting with women and making cocktails, but also listening to the sob stories of idiots like me sitting there drowning their self-inflicted sorrows.

“Is it happy hour?”

“Duos Porn star Martini por favor”

Hey you alright?

What’s your name?

Oh Danielle, nice. Oh, you’re here with your work friends?

Who am I here with?

Oh, yeah, my mate Jack. He’s just outside in the smoking area outside.

Oh, when’s he coming back? I don’t know, he’s been gone a while.

I think he said he wasn’t feeling too well.

The Teen Tease [Mf] [Romance] [Adultery] [True Story] she comforts me whilst we watch my girlfriend cheat

I drive my girlfriend Claire to the New Year’s Eve venue. We had been celebrating New Year’s Eve here for several years running since her mother’s 50th. I had thoroughly cleaned my car of last week’s antics with Eve… I parked up then walked around to open the door for her, offered her my hand, she instead passed me her clutch bag as she clung to the car door and climbed out of my car.

Claire stood up, brushed herself down, adjusting her tight fighting black gown dress and pulling it taunt over her curves. She took a step forward. A single strong strut subtly exposed her leg and thigh through the slit in her long black gown dress.

“How’s my hair?” she bent forward and preened herself whilst checking in my car wing mirror. Her long brunette hair was immaculate, curly and flowing over her tanned cheeks.

“You look amazing.” came my reply.

I had missed her dressing up like this. She had put such an effort on tonight, she was dressed to impress. She clung on to my arm, stumbling a little from the pre-drinking at her place, as she took hold of my bicep to steady herself.

Fucking a black widow – part 2 – we fucked for the last time [true story] [romance] [domination]

No couple should go to bed angry. We rolled over and started spooning, I quickly fell asleep, we rolled away from each other as was normal. I didn’t mind, I fell asleep quickly. Or least I thought we were ok now.

She rolled in to me, pulled me closer.
“Babe, it’s been ages.” She wanted make up sex.
“I know babe but it’s been a long day, how about we wait until the morning?”
“Fine…”
I fell back to sleep.

A few minutes pass.
“Don’t you find me attractive anymore?” She slid her hands into my boxers.
“Of course I do, it’s just that I’m really tired… What’s the rush?”
“Then why are you ignoring me?”
“I’m not, come here.” she backed her hips up to mine then I put my hands around her waist.

Again eyes closing I start to drift off,
“I miss you.” She whispered in my ear, as she slide my hand south of her.
“I miss you too.” I replied whilst kissing her cheek.
“I’m so wet right now, I want you to go down on me.”

Fucking a black widow – The night we met – part 1. [MF] [true story] [romance] [teasing]

She sat on the bed, reading from a list of the reasons I loved her from her birthday card. We were on holiday for the weekend with our two best friends for her birthday. We had been together for nearly 6 years.

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*The night we met: I touched your hand and let go slowly because I didn’t want you to go.*

We had mutual friends, she had seen me around before. Me and her met for the first time in a nightclub on a Friday night. She was tall also, that’s what attracted me to her initially. She smiled at me, I smiled back, I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes that seemed to sparkle.

“Hey how you doing?” I shouted over the music as I leant forward, extending my hand.
“Hi!” she replied back nervously, taking my hand in hers.
“What’s your name?” I pulled her closer.
She told me her name. I leaned into hear her as I put my arm around her waist.
“Good to meet you.” I smiled at her, still not letting go of her hand as I told her my name. “You’re pretty tall!” I smirked at her.
“You too! I like tall guys!” She smiled back at me.
“I’m a sucker for tall blue eyed girls!” I shouted back at her and winked. My hand lingered in hers, my fingertips lightly touching her palm.
She clasped her fingers also, our fingertips touching as we pulled away smiling.
“I’ll catch up with your later!” I pulled away, heading back to my group of friends. I was already quite smitten with her.

The long term tease [Mf] [Romance][Adultery] [True Story] she comforts me whilst we watch my gf cheat

I drive my girlfriend and her mother to the New Year’s Eve venue. We had been celebrating New Year’s Eve here for several years running since her mother’s 50th.

I have thoroughly cleaned my car of last week’s antics, but her mother’s dress will leave glitter in my car that will linger for months afterwards. No matter how much I vacuum, it’s a constant reminder.

I stood at the bar.

“Hey Dave, fancy doing shots again? I owe you for that beer earlier.”
“No thanks, I’m too old for those… Just sticking to beer!”
Then why did you just order 4 shots? Is what I wanted to ask him.

I watched as he flicked open his wallet, took out a crisp fifty note, folding it in between fat thumb and fingers. He took a twenty something and a handful of scrap back in change. Then precariously he carefully carried the tray of drinks back to his table.

I quickly glanced at the contents:
Two double pink gin and tonics, 2 pints of Stella wife beater, and 4 Jager shots…?

One for yourself:
… your wife.
….my girlfriends dad
… my girlfriend?
What exactly are you planning to do…?

The Right Swipe [M/F] [adulatory] [romance] [true story] – part 2

*This is part of a longer story. Lara has just met with him for the first time then invited him back to hers, heavy petting and then admitted she isn’t single.*

[part 1](https://reddit.app.link/FeSxm5e7RX)
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She lays back on the bed, arms outstretched as I caress her body this time she is fully nude. I kiss her from head to toe, worshipping her body, biting and licking her as I tease and tickle her neck. She giggles playfully, tugging lightly on my hair in an affectionate way, her back arching she lets out small whimpers of pleasure.

I move down to her chest, playing with her erecting nipples by rolling them between my lips and listening to her moan softly as I grasp her abs in my hands to kiss and caress her all over her flat stomach.

Still moving slowly south, her legs flutter open as she squirms on the bed. I kiss the insides of her thighs, making my way down towards the smoothness of her pussy. I could feel the goose bumps of her thighs as they rubbed against my cheeks and neck.

The right swipe [m/f] adulatory/romance

*This is part of a longer story. Lara has just met with him for the first time then invited him back to hers, heavy petting and then admitted she isn’t single.*

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She threw her arms around me, we cuddled. This wasn’t necessarily arousing but it was emotionally bonding. So there we were. Two lonely lost souls, two good looking fit, horny youthful redheads, stoned, cuddling together, both sad confused, reminiscing about past relationships and in need of affection. But by some miracle we had found each other. What do you think was about to happen next? It was inevitable really.

I let her know I appreciated her being honest with me and for listening to me complain. If we weren’t being honest there was really no point to this. Of course I selfishly enjoyed feeling every non sexual part of her, making the most of what I could because I didn’t expect it to go any further.

We talked it through. No sex, just cuddling, intimacy, honesty and advise. I could live with that. Such a deep friendship where we both talked and projected each others feelings in a somewhat anonymous environment where we couldn’t hurt or bore each other with our past relationships.