Author: sexualcompass

After fucking the stranger in his hotel room, tasting his cum, swallowing it, letting him use and violate me in ways I’ve yearned for, while my husband was at home doing who knows what to his fat little side chick with her fucking ugly yellow panties, I went home. Of course, as a flight attendant, it took longer than just a jaunt across town. I found this stranger in another city, an airport hotel, far from home. Being in my profession, I could cheat on my husband whenever I wanted, but I never had. Not until a few days ago. And that was after finding his mistress’s panties in my fucking laundry room. I am angry, can you tell?

My revenge sex was hot. At least there was that. My husband hadn’t fucked me like that in months. Maybe that’s how long he’s been hammering his new girl, who knows. I want to catch them. I want to walk in on them and see what she does to him, what he does to her. It wouldn’t be a shock now. The shock was finding her undies. Again, in my fucking laundry room! So what did I do when I got home? I fucked his brains out. Read more »

Alright. So I told you I fucked someone, or rather, I let him fuck me. Someone other than my husband. Yes, I know, I’m a cheating slut, but whatever. Ever since I’ve found those stupid yellow panties in my husband’s laundry I’ve wanted to be violated. In every single way. And that’s what this guy did.

You already know that he chatted me up, and got me to his hotel room. It didn’t take much actually, he was hot, and I wanted him. I wanted him to do very bad things to me. You already know that when we walked into his room, he pinned me to the wall, sucked my neck, and groped all the right places. You also already know that when he threw me onto the bed, with enough carnal desire to get me dripping, that I was wearing nothing but a necklace. But what you don’t know, is what happened next. In that bed. You will. Read more »

100% true and wanted to share with everyone thinking about taking the plunge! No pun intended.

My husband met me in the bedroom after my shower. I was in there a bit longer than usual, making myself silky smooth in all the right places. I got under the covers, naked, and he joined me. He was wearing red flannel pajama pants with a matching top. I would soon find out that there were no boxers underneath. He came over and kissed me. Soft at first, and then more. Soon, our tounges were mating with long and deep kisses. He broke our kiss and nibbled down my neck. I fucking love that. He didn’t stop there. Soon, one of my nipples was in his mouth. His hand wandered down my body, to my freshly shaven pussy. He teased my areola with his tongue while his fingers worked magic around my clit. I’m quite sure a sexy moaned escaped my lips letting him know that he was doing everything right. He usually does. Read more »

I came home earlier than expected from a work trip. Why? Who comes home early from a work trip? When a hurricane or tropical storm or whatever grounds your flight and you’re a flight attendant. That’s who. I won’t say where I am from. Not yet. Like I said, I don’t want this getting out. Not yet. I need some advice first. Or a plan. Or a plan and advice. I need something. I’ve been good in my marriage. Really. Despite being a flight attendant, slim, and in shape, and constantly being sought after by pilots, I have stayed true. During my marriage. Not so much before that, but yeah. I’ve only been with my husband since being married. Despite the ample opportunities that have been presented. It’s true. Pilots are something else. The stigma is real. Back to my coming home early. Or is it me coming home early? I’m not sure. I’m a flight attendant, not an English teacher. Read more »