My [f]irst time [cheating]

I had been married for a good 5 years at the time. I’m still very much in love with my husband and we still have great sex.

There’s just something he can’t fulfill for me. He can’t fulfill the silly cheating fantasies I’ve had since as long as I could remember. One of the very first times I touched myself was when I was sneakily watching some terrible movie that featured cheating. It had some hairy chested 80s hair guy getting his shirt ripped off first by his wife and then later in the movie by his new lover (she found the buttons would is how she realized he was cheating, guy had a hulk fetish, I guess). I digress, the main point is how funny it made me feel to watch this man with a woman who was not his wife. It was the first time I was turned the fuck on.

[MF] “Let me show you why they call it riding cowgirl”

Hey all I’m back with a story to share, actually I have a few stories to share but I’ll get to posting them eventually. I’ve been so busy it took me being sick to actually have time to post something lol.

So I have a friend who’s kind of like my guide to the opposite sex. She’s usually the one I talk to when I’m having problems with my SO at the time and she helps me understand their side of things/how to make it better and I act as hers when it came to her husband…or well ex husband now, but more on that later. Anyways her name is Lexi, now I’m calling her Lexi because she well she looks like she could be related to Lexi Belle (Porn Actress). Lexi is short, has naturally strong tone legs that lead to a modest but tone semi bubble butt. She has curvy hips, a tone stomach and C-Cups for breasts although I think after her pregnancy she’s been and D’s. Oh yeah she has a son.

[MF] Cheating while at a work conference

I’m not really sure how to start this story and I still can’t believe it happened. This involves cheating so, judge away, I’m obviously not claiming some moral high ground, but it’s something I still think back to regularly so I thought I’d share. I’m early 30’s but my wife and I got married pretty young. This particular night happened just over five years ago when we were going through some stuff (didn’t excuse it).

I had recently started a new job and was on a business trip for a conference on the east coast. This particular conference was not something I was looking forward to as it was really just focused on some general training stuff mixed with selling products our business didn’t really need, but I didn’t have enough juice or nerve to put my foot down and not go.

A sex scene Rick and Morty fans will understand

The XY-chromosomed Homo sapien approximately within the segment of space-time continuum which I, a cissexual Caucasian bourgeouis XX-chromosomed Homo sapien, transferred the upper torso section of his hylomorphic unity in my (noting the metaphorical usage of “my”, lacking metaphysical commitment, cf. W.V.O. Quine) phenomenological direction, and, implicitly deconstructing the consensual/non-consensual dichotomy through material gesture within a given spatial reference frame, pun intended, located his labia lightly upon this author (contra Barthes) vis-a-vis her labia, forgive the indecent polysemous performative which construes the death of God as the birth of Man through weary postmodern irony; his digitus secondus manus and digitus me’dius simultaneously, insofar as simultaneity exists within a relativistic framework, constructing continuous abstract two-dimensional forms wherein every point of which, vis-a-vis a closed plane curve, is equidistant from a fixed point within the curve, in the unexposed, and therefore, titillating to the male gaze, area of the vulva, a construction embodying temporal patterns rooted in the Western aural art tradition; his pollex exemplifying a resembling trajectory through four-dimensional space-time with the gratuitous but welcomed addition of fractions of a Pascal applied onto the exposed area of the vulva — a fortuitous semantic serendipity, ferez-vous un pari? His until now presently unmentioned, but nevertheless, existing despite unmentioned (contra metaphysical antirealists of various stripes, Anglo-American or continental) manibus retrieves, in a manner reminiscent of the archetypical Capitalist (cf. neo-Marxian analyses), my capillum from my caput (note the near-feminine rhyme enacted by the Latin lingua franca) such that capillum remained attached to caput, and concurrently, exploiting the double-handed advantage of the primate species, establishes the position of my caput within a constrained but erotically-charged location within space-time. His lingua – a semantic unit reflective of humanity’s capacity to transfer through behavioral modifications internal intents – mirrors – Lacanian resonances remain salient here as ever, despite the naysaying of critics whose ignorance of Freud and post-Freudian discourse is encyclopedic – the aforementioned trajectories of his digitus secondus manus and digitus me’dius, embodying unity-in-diversity within the essential boundaries, insofar as the notion of boundaries are to be understood vis-a-vis post-Wittgensteinian, and some might argue, post-Heidegerrian, discourse, of the coital act, thus aestheticizing what too often is registered in the Symbolic as the collapse of the Human into the Animal (cf. Levi-Strauss), and in so doing, again metaphorically, creating and placing both of us within a dyadic relation, namely, the claimee-claimed relation, or, more critically, the bourgeouis-proletariat relation. My crura initiated a process whose telos necessitated the subsidiary state whose phenomenology eludes articulation, but which one may tentatively baptize with the descriptor “rigid elongation” (students of Kripke will appreciate the pun) as I contemporaneously enact illicit negation of his performed intent through horizontal movement contra his manibus. That manibus, consequently or not, negates itself through the Eastern virtue of gentleness, returning me from the psychophysiological condition which can be modelled in three-dimensional space as a canyon, the falling off of which has been described poignantly as le petit mort… I instantiate the property of “reaching orgasm”, to use earthy language, “instantly”, which itself is a misnomer since instant causation has been rendered scientifically impossible since Einstein in the beginning of the 20th century, an instantiation which itself is recurrently instantiated by this substance, the horizon of being temporarily forfeited for a saturation of jouissance grounding the disassembling of the socially constructed shell of identity… after which, a significant segment of the described process, fractal-like, repeats itself… The final cause (cf. Aristotle) of the sexual act, in the full sense of the term, i.e. the intentional use of the sexual faculties in line with their proper function and in accord with virtuous rationality, breaks upon a nearby slice of the space-time continuum, accompanied in musical (but musical in an expanded, post-Cagean sense) manner by the vocalizing, melismatic, quarter-tonal melodic murmuring and moaning of my vocalis spinalis through the enwording of his attached identifier.

I Get Paid For This [mF][pros][role play]

The gym was crowded and sweaty girls milled around after Zumba class, but I moved around the Nautilus machines, finishing my work-out in good time. I showered, looked at my body in the mirror that I work hard to maintain. Women love me. And I love them. That’s why I make good money.

“Good bye, Ross,” said the girl at reception looking at me with big adoring eyes. “Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

I had just put the key in the ignition when my phone alerted me to a message. It was from Mrs. McTavish.

‘Are you free tonight? 7?’

I smirked. Mrs. McTavish. Her husband must be out of town. I texted back, ‘Yes. See you then.’

Mrs. McTavish and I went about our day in Park Cities, the most affluent bedroom community south of Dallas as well as my hometown.

Park Cities women are gym toned women with great smiles and cheerleading daughters. They are women of southern graces, the women of the new south. And I was their toy.

Beach [F]uck: Accidental Exhibitionism

My girlfriend shared this story about a guy she met — we’ll call him “J,” — as a bridesmaid at her girlfriend’s wedding in Waikiki. This was shortly after she left her partner of 13 years, when she was in her early 30’s, during the mid-2000s. She left her husband because they had not had any sex in 2 years (he was having affairs), and she was a frustrated, high-libido woman. I wish I had met her then instead of years later!

>”We were all having drinks at the Moana Surfrider where the wedding was at. J mentioned out loud, “Does anybody want go skinny-dipping in the ocean?” I said I would. He said ok.

>We walked from the famous banyan tree near the bar onto the beach. From there, maybe a quarter of a mile down until we found an inlet (probably Kuhio Beach). We got some towels at the *ABC Store*, and walked back to the beach. We deposited our towels, took off our clothes and waded into the surf. We went swimming for a bit before returning to the towels. We both found each other attractive. We chit-chatted for a while, then started to make out. We were making out when he laid me down on the sand and started fucking me in missionary position.

Unintentional Exhibitionists [FM]

My ex lived next door to a guy that she had known since high school. They weren’t friends but he would always hit on her. She was definitely weirded out by him and always brushed him off. I don’t think he had a crush on her but you could tell he wanted to bang her.

The walkway to his front door went right by her living room window, a room we fucked in. A lot. She never cared to close the blinds and neither did I.

She was a small, petite blonde girl. Small tits, pink nipples and loved getting creampied. To everyone else she was reserved and uptight.

One night we were watching tv and as usual starting fucking. We were reverse cowgirl on the couch facing the window. when I felt her cum and shudder a bit. This caused me to shoot rope after rope of cum inside her instantly. We both laid back glowing from our orgasms and I felt my dick slide out of her as it got soft. I looked out the window and saw the neighbor staring at us as I felt my cum slide out of her and onto my dick. He had a full frontal view of her, legs spread, riding cock and getting creampied.

Rock Hard for Medusda [FM][bd][fantasy][fdom][msub][sm]

“You’re finally awake, soldier? You’ve made a grave mistake in coming here.”

The soldier awoke, seemingly blind. His arms and legs were shackled, and from the feel of the cold stone on his back he knew he never left the cavern. He tried to speak, but his tongue was stiff in his mouth. The raspy, feminine voice continued addressing him as he struggled to focus.

“Let me introduce myself.” Deliberate footsteps echoed through the cavern tunnel as she paced towards him in a meandering zigzag. Chained and without sight, the soldier’s senses were more finely attuned; he could feel the size and weight of the woman approaching him, carried on the sound of footsteps in the air.

“Although, you must already know who I am?”

More pacing. She was approaching him, albeit slowly with cautious precision.

“You and your men infiltrated my home.” Her words flicked out of her mouth, testing him, judging his presence as his metal restraints clacked dully as his body shifted.

“You attacked me. I was once a maiden, highly sought after. Mortals and gods alike could not find restraint in my presence. They did not use restraint. I was cursed by the goddess Athena, and now men like you hunt me down for your own selfish needs.”

Birthday Sex (M/F

“Tell me what you want for your birthday.” he said while squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush.
I smirked at him, the master procrastinator. My birthday was two days away and he was just now asking.
“Don’t give me that look! I have some ideas. I just want to make sure I don’t disappoint.” he said, putting the toothbrush in his mouth.
I turned on the water to the shower then stood behind him, pressing my naked self to his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Just cake and your cock please.” I smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
“That’s all?” he asked, toothpaste drool making its way down his chin.
I nodded, kissed his shoulder and stepped into the shower.
He woke me up with coffee and French toast on the day. I thanked him with morning breath kisses.
“This orgasm in my mouth is so great!” I exclaimed between bites as he took a sip of my coffee.
“Good.” he replied, taking the fork from my hand, loading it up with a fat piece of toast dripping with syrup. “Open up.”
I leaned into the bite, and wrapped my lips around the fork as he slid it out of my mouth.
“We’re going to dinner at six. I hope Delilah’s is ok.” he grinned, knowing it was my favorite.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I asked as he fed another piece of toast to me.
“You are pretty lucky.” he smirked, kissing my cheek.
He later fucked me from behind as we were getting ready. He bent me over the bathroom counter, slid his fingers over the slit of my pussy and teased my clit.
I watched him in the mirror, the sight of his firm shoulders, and chest added to my arousal, my body responding quickly.
He slid his hardened cock back and forth along my pussy then placed his wet fingers into my mouth, smearing my freshly applied lipstick.
I licked myself off of him as he pushed into me, moving slowly at first until I bucked harder wanting more.
His cock was slippery with me as our bodies slapped together. I clawed the counter as he spanked me, and yanked my hair. He held me tightly, his fingers wrapped around my neck as I felt him let go, filling me up with his warmth.
“I’m looking forward to more of that later.” I said easing him out of me. “Or we could just cancel dinner.”
“Nope. I’m going to make you wait for it.” he kissed me. “Also, these will be waiting for us.” he said, pulling open a drawer reserved for his grooming supplies. There was a package of M&M’s, and BlowPop inside, my two favorite candies. My eyes lit up as I reached for them, wanting the M&M’s first.
He swatted my hand away. “They’re for later. I had to leave them here instead of in the bedroom or kitchen knowing you’d find them.”
He sat next to me at dinner in a plush booth. The restaurant was dark and cozy. I was gloriously tipsy, full of wine, grilled salmon, vegetables and love. We ordered another glass as we finished off an enormous slice of dark chocolate cake. As our glasses arrived, I felt his hand sliding up my inner thigh and under my dress.
I placed mine on his cock, finding him hard. He worked his fingers into my underwear while taking a sip. I squeezed and rubbed him harder, so turned on I feared soaking through my dress.
“Drink up.” he said when his glass was half empty and mine was hardly touched.
Once home, I got onto my knees on the kitchen floor and devoured his cock while he held my hair in a tight ponytail.
He leaned down and pushed his hand into my bra, rubbing my nipple while I held his cock with my hand, licking the head. We relocated to the bedroom, articles of clothing dripping off of us like second skins.
He pushed me onto the bed and told me to wait. I watched him walk into the bathroom, knowing he was going after the treats. He was opening the M&M’s with his teeth as he returned.
“Hold still.” he said, placing one on each nipple, then making a trail of them down my stomach, stopping just below my belly button. He then placed one into my mouth before burying his face between my legs, sliding his tongue along my clit.
I writhed against him, the candy slid off of my body like drops of water. He picked them up, putting them in my mouth in between eating me so thoroughly that I couldn’t decide whether or not I wanted him to stay there, or shove himself into me.
He put more M&M’s onto my belly and nipples. “Don’t let these fall off.” he instructed.
“Impossible! You’re about to make me come!” I replied.
“Oh you can come, but the candy has to stay put.” he grinned, rubbing my clit with the flat of his tongue.
“What happens if I don’t abide by your rules?” I asked.
“I stop.”
“Rude!” I squealed and he laughed.
“You have to lay there and literally receive. No helping”
My chest tightened. I enjoyed fucking his face not only because it felt amazing, but because it made me come faster and took away from the feeling that I was taking forever or he was getting tired.
I sighed and he went back to my pussy. I struggled to get my head back into it. I watched him, watched his mouth, his thick dark eyelashes. My guilty feelings were taking over and I said, “I don’t think it’s going to happen love.”
He looked up, his mouth still on me. “I’m in no rush.” he said, picking up the Blow-Pop and unwrapping it. He put it in my mouth, the tart cherry flavor sparkling on my taste buds. “Get that good and wet.” he said.
He rubbed my tongue with it before removing it, then inserted it inside my pussy.
“That is a yeast infection waiting to happen!” I exclaimed as he pulled it out and licked it.
“You worry too much.” he said, tapping my clit with the candy. He alternated swirling it over my clit and inserting it into me while licking the sweetness off of my skin.
Focusing on the Blow-Pop helped me relax and get into the weird amazingness that was being played with by his mouth and candy. The more he dragged it over my clit, the hotter I became. It was everything I had not to move as the M&M on my right nipple was already starting to migrate.
I came with him fucking me with the Blow-Pop, his tongue pressed against my clit. I tried to keep still as I let go and gave into the rolling sensations that rose and fell until my body calmed down. All but one of the M&Ms had fallen off.
“Fail! M&Ms are everywhere!” he exclaimed, sucking the Blow-Pop before rubbing my nipples with it.
“I’d like to see you win at that!” I smirked.
He gathered the M&M’s with his wet lips, eating some, and sharing others.
“Happy Birthday.” he whispered into my ear, curling up next to me.
“Thank you. For everything.” I replied in between kisses, taking his cock into my hand. But I need another round of dessert.”

The Lesbian [M] [F] [oral] [mast] [cum play] [anal] [cheat]

I was new to town. The first thing I needed to do: Join a gym. The gym is where I go to socialize and chat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all business once the headphones go on, but before and after, I’m chatting up everybody.

That’s when I saw her. She was a fit chick, long brown hair. Nike shorts and an old ratty shirt. I had to talk to her.

A week passed and we happened to both be training legs. I walked over and asked if she was almost done with her machine. She said I could work in. I introduced myself and soon, we were gym buds.

Her name was Kara.

Over the course of the month, I found out we actually had a lot in common. Same hobbies, same workout mentality, same music taste.

“Hey, let’s grab a coffee one day,” I said.

“How about Thursday after the gym?”

We friended each other on Facebook and I immediately stalked her page. She was into bodybuilding and had done some swimsuit competitions. Kept me busy for a few nights.

Half hour into our date, Kara said, “My girlfriend and I just ate a this great new restaurant.”