I convinced her to cheat on her BF [MF]

I like younger women but I also **love** a good challenge. I started talking to her a few weeks ago She was very shy in the beginning but after a few days of texting, she tells me that she has a long time BF. They are very serious and live together. I assumed my chances were short. She is 24 years old, 5’5 long brown hair, doe eyes, and an amazing size 5 body. As we talk more, I realize that she is not happy with her BF. I am someone that she finds very attractive, but has never been with an older guy, but “Has daddy issues”. I am not overweight but not fit either. I am active, but I also am 37 and sit most of the day. I am the opposite of her BF who is 26, and works construction & hits the gym.

Keeping ourselves occupied on a business trip [MF]

I hear my phone buzz across the hotel room. Who could be texting me at this hour in another country? It was 11 PM and Jen has texted me “are you still up?” How did it get to this point?

Let’s rewind. Occasionally my job takes me out of town for projects. It can obviously get lonely in some random hotels in far off places. When I travel internationally, our company likes more than person to go on the trip. For this particular trip I was scheduled to go to a mid sized city in Mexico. My boss was going to go with me, but had to bail. Instead, he told me ask someone else in the office if they wanted to join me. I had become pretty close to this girl Jen, who was a few years older than me. Probably about 35 when at the time (I was 30). Jen is about 5’3” with dark hair and dark eyes. Her body was incredible! Skinny, toned legs with a tight round ass and decent tits. I would say a B cup, but very perky and round. Plus with her skinny figure they looked large.

[MF] Kathy the Whore

I didn’t have much experience before Carl.

I had a boyfriend for most of high school. Not the same boyfriend, but I always seemed to have a boyfriend. I knew I wasn’t the hottest girl, but I knew I was hot enough. My stomach wasn’t too fat, and my boobs and butt were just fat enough that I could get most guys attention, and really it didn’t take more than that if I didn’t wanna be alone.

But I seemed to attract a certain kinda boring guy. I think deep down they all wanted sex, and sometimes, I gave it to them, but for me it was really just “okay”. And those boring guys were too polite to push the issue. I sort of, feel like, if they had maybe I’d have been better off. But they didn’t.

So I wasn’t exactly a virgin heading into University, but I was pretty darn innocent regardless.

*

I met Carl during frosh week. He was nice-ish. He was actually pretty attractive, a lot more attractive than any of the guy’s I’d dated in high school. And he was muscular-“tight” – meaning he didn’t look big but one look at his biceps and my lord. I mean yummy.

I asked my friend to seduce my husband. And I loved it! [MF]

This one night my husband and I were attending a cocktail party at an old friend’s house. A lot of people there we’ve known for years. One of them was my friend Kasie.

I’ve known Kasie since college. Some of the guys around campus referred to her as “Jugs”. She was a little bit taller than I (maybe 5’6″ or so) and just as skinny. But she had a gorgeous DD rack that I swear only got bigger after having a couple rugrats. Kasie had quite a bit of fun with plenty of guys in college, but found a man after a while to settle down with and start a family. Her marriage unfortunately ended a few months ago, and she was now trying to get out and move on with her life.

As the party was coming to a close, I found my husband outside on a patio chatting with an old friend of his. I had came around from the front yard as I had put some of our things in the car, and he didn’t realize I was by the side of the house eavesdropping.

Sexy wife gets seduced, then dominated (part 1) [MF]

The Wednesday rehearsal at Matt’s had gone OK, but when she went to her car Cindy discovered that it wouldn’t start. After a little tinkering they collectively decided that the best thing would be for Cindy to stay at John’s for the night (Matt had some guests over) and call the AA in the morning – she dropped me a text to let me know.

The band sat round John’s kitchen table drinking and laughing for some time – until Helen came down in her dressing gown and had a go at everyone – which killed the mood. She pronounced, sharply, to John that he would be sleeping on the sofa, then turned on her heel and disappeared upstairs before anyone could explain what was going on.

They chatted for a while longer, but the atmosphere had cooled and shortly thereafter Matt and Kenny got up to go, leaving John and Cindy at the table.

They sat and talked, John pouring Cindy a couple more drinks – noticing how drunk she was getting, and how more approachable she seemed. Predictably, they ended up talking about Helen – Cindy admitting that she felt a bit sorry for John, asking what it was that he had done wrong.

Paulina, the anal slut.

Paulina was a friend’s ex. She was of average height, had tawny hair and hazel eyes. She had a sexy oval face, a slim-fit body and a juicy ass. Her deranged eyes gave away how slutty and submissive she could be in bed, in addition to the stories my friend had told me of their time together.

When I was in uni, she worked part-time at one of the offices until late in the evening. I had checked and ensured that usually after 3pm she was alone in the office and after 4pm or so no one practically went there. That’s how I decided to make my move.

One boring afternoon, I decided to visit her office, armed with insider information from my friend who had entrusted me with specific things that made her unable to resist; like how she was aroused by intense peering into her eyes, being told what to do and even how she loved anal sex. She was a total slut for dominance, in plain language.

[MF] Kathy the Whore

This is companion piece to **Nerdy Girl from Algebra**:[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f8yv3p/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra/), [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f938y5/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_2/), [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f9hwrh/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_3/), [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/falcyg/mf_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_4/), [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fb5ji5/mff_nerdy_girl_from_algebra_part_5/)

I didn’t have much experience before Carl.

I had a boyfriend for most of high school. Not the same boyfriend, but I always seemed to have a boyfriend. I knew I wasn’t the hottest girl, but I knew I was hot enough. My stomach wasn’t too fat, and my boobs and butt were just fat enough that I could get most guys attention, and really it didn’t take more than that if I didn’t wanna be alone.

But I seemed to attract a certain kinda boring guy. I think deep down they all wanted sex, and sometimes, I gave it to them, but for me it was really just “okay”. And those boring guys were too polite to push the issue. I sort of, feel like, if they had maybe I’d have been better off. But they didn’t.

So I wasn’t exactly a virgin heading into University, but I was pretty darn innocent regardless.

*

Teacher’s Pet

Each day, as winter approached, less light seeped in through the classroom windows, and now at the early time of 6:00pm Mr West was almost sat in darkness. With half an hour before he had to leave to meet his wife for tea, Mr West was squinting as he desperately tried to conquer the mountain of marking before him. Even the thought of turning on the light was too much of a distraction.

Mr West thrived off of teaching and he knew it was what he’d do until the day he was forced to retire. He’d taught kids from four through to eighteen and sharing that journey with them had been a gift, but that didn’t make it any less draining when he had to stay back at the college to catch up on work.

He was in a rhythm of ticking and turning pages when a light tap sounded on the glass of the classroom door. He let out a quiet sigh of frustration as he glanced at the dwindling pile of papers, and then forced a smile onto his face. Duty called.

“Come in.”

Leveling up in relationship with [m]y college girl[f]riend (long)

When I was a junior in college, I dated Katie (not her real name), a ballet dancer who studied Theater Management in the College of Fine Arts. She was a beautiful young woman, short and thin with a pixie haircut and engaging eyes. Katie was raised Catholic and was pretty conservative when it came to physical expressions of love. For the first eight months of our relationships, it was lots of nudity, but no sex and no blowjobs. I was in love, so I went along with it, but I was always looking for the way to crack the safe.

Every year before Spring term finals, the students of the CFA held a “mock prom”. It was a semi-formal dance with an unusual theme. That year was the “Mock Prom of Cruelty”, which promoted S&M undertones. Given her upbringing, I wasn’t sure if we would be going, as it really didn’t seem like type of Katie’s thing. But Katie was insistent that we go. I chalked it up just to being supportive of her department.

[MF] Dulce’s Diary – Crazy Teen Pussy Fucks Friend’s Brother at College Pool Party!!! ??? [True Story] [Teen] [College] [Party] [School girl] [Real Experience] [Latina]

After the madness of last week I needed to regain some ‘normality’ in my life. Whatever that meant. I found myself wanting to fit in with the other girls at school, and not be just some sex crazed lunatic opening her legs for anyone and everyone who showed interest. I’d shocked myself with how far I’d been prepared to go and I wasn’t sure I liked it. 

I was a social reject at school. It just really didn’t suit me. I couldn’t tell anyone about what I did with my evenings, which meant I always had something to hide, and this in turn left me feeling isolated from the students around me. I was counting the days until I graduated. 

But today started off a little differently. At the end of morning class one of the girls me to a party at her house, and rather uncharacteristically, I accepted. It felt like the ‘normal’ thing to do. And if I was hanging on to the last remanence of my childhood and innocence by just a thread, then maybe I should do my best to make it last.