27 [FF] How I ended up cheating on my husband with a girl from his church

**Sorry about the length. I started writing and then couldn’t stop. I should be clear that lots of details are changed to avoid the storm of trouble it would bring if I or Clara’s identities were discovered.**

(Go to **SEXY BITS** to find where the sexy bit starts, though it might be meaningless without the emotional context?)

You can call me Hannah. I am an accountant. I am married, with no kids. My husband is a pastor in a large evangelical church in our city. He is not the lead pastor and he works a lot with the young people. Now, I must be clear that I identify as a Christian. In part, I feel a need to write about this because here is conflict within me about what I have done. I want to be a good wife. I want to support my husband’s ministry. I also have other wants and desires and the conflicts sometimes seem … incommensurable. Maybe if I get it off my chest, it won’t feel so bad?

Wrong house [FM][non-con][torture]

The sirens and lights drove past the neighborhood. The man rose slowly from his crouch. Black long sleeve tee and dark cargo pants hid him well in the darken room.

He had been very unlucky tonight. The random guy smoking next to the house he had just broken into had tripped the motion detector. Light flooding the area just as he made entry. And then the owner of the house grumbling as he walked out of the bedroom with his puppy. It was supposed to be a simple grab of the computer for the contract. And maybe a little cash and other small electronics to cover up the intent.

But the lights started a chase through the streets. Jumping fences. Some red and blue flashing lights closing in. An opportunity to hide as he checked the garage side door of this house and into the residence to watch from a window. The police lights moved off in the opposite direction as they went through their procedures.

My aunt – The woman of my fantasies

My Aunt – The woman of my fantasies

My story begins on a cold and rainy night, with fog and lights of some skyscrapers. I was leaving work and I took a cab. It was around 8 pm approximately. I had been lonely for months, since I had broken up with my last partner (a beautiful woman, with a perfect smile, nice body, red hair), almost the perfect woman but due to my schedule and maybe the immaturity of the moment. One day I got evidence and traces that installed in my head a strange sensation.

My unexpected night out [F] [38]

My husband is away working and I’m home alone feeling a little horny thinking about a recent experience, so I thought I’d share with anyone who is interested. I haven’t finished the confession yet, as I made me too horny recounting the night and I eventually gave in and made myself cum mid text. If there is enough interest, I will continue to the end.

Something happened 3 weeks ago that I never thought would happen! I received a message from an old school boyfriend (let’s call him Mark) who I’ve not seen for 20 years who was planning to visit from overseas on business. He just sent me a message on fb saying that he was over for a few days and if I wanted to catch up for dinner with my family that would be great. We chatted a bit on messenger and he talked about his life, kids, wife etc and got on very well. We had only been a ‘couple’ for about 2
months at the age of 16 and nothing sexual ever happened, so I had no reluctance to tell my husband about it. I thought it might be nice to see someone from my home town so we agreed to get a baby sitter and meet up for dinner on the Friday night during his trip.

MILF (31) date 1 of 2 {details}

{This is a detail post from “two dates, one day”, so please go back and read if you haven’t already!}

An ad placed in RAOMD by a 34M from SFV looking for a #pillowprincess with no reciprocation needed, which I knew wasn’t likely the case being he had also made a post for RAOBJ’s. His username was Pokémon-related so it pulled my attention and I sent off a PM. We dirty talked for a bit and exchanged pictures. He would be the first Asian man I had ever hooked up with that was more than a kiss. He had strong arms, which immediately turned me on with the thought of them pumping into me as he finger-fucked my pussy. We casually discussed the idea of having sex, but neither of us had condoms or time to grab any so we were doing anything but.

We spontaneously decided to meet up since neither of us could wait until our places were available for privacy… so the decision was made – CarPlay it was.

I give him the cross streets and tell him I’m out front in a red sundress. He smirks at the note.

Our first ‘date’ (Part 2)

He moved his hands over my breasts and stomach. He reached down and slipped his hands down my panties.

“You are so wet already” he sounded surprised, but he knows how easily my pussy drips.

He slid his fingers around, playing with my clit and lips, making sure every inch of lace was feeling the wetness. He pulled his hand out and put his fingers in my mouth. I licked them clean, just as he had taught me.

His hands went back to my hips. He grabbed my panties, slid them over my ass and thighs, down my legs and flicked them off the bed. His hands went straight back to my pussy. He slipped two fingers inside of me, only for a split second, but I wasn’t expecting it and let out a loud moan. He started to move down the bed, still teasing my pussy, and then his head went between my legs and he licked me.

He stopped for a moment. “I’ve been waiting so long to taste you” he moaned.

Finally (M23/F23)

“Oh my gosh, Josh, slap me harder.”
I usually wasn’t into this, but the desperate look on her face convinced me. I slapped her across the face – hard – then grabbed her chin and tilted her head toward me. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she kept looking up straight into my eyes with adoration.
“You okay, baby?” I asked her as gently as I could, brushing the tear from her cheek.
“Absolutely. Please don’t worry, I love what you’re doing.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged gently to encourage her to stand up. She did, running her hands along my body as she went.

Ellie stood in front of me, her lip trembling, and held her hands on my chest for a moment. I roughly grabbed her shoulder, turned her around, and shoved her down onto the bed. She was on tiptoe now, with her bare ass in the air. I grabbed both her ass cheeks, pushing them apart with my thumbs.“Please… I’m yours. Please do what you want with me,” she begged softly.

The Perfect Victim (femdom, real, kidnap, torture, consensual) (m35/f38)

[ This is the first time I’ve recounted an event that is 100% true. It’s from my point of view, but we’ve now talked about this for the last 10 years, and I’ve seen so much of the video; so it is pretty accurate. Would love to hear what you think ]

Part 1

The email was pretty straightforward; “Drinks Tonight?” Was what the subject read, and it was signed Miss Mia. She’d asked him earlier in the week if he had plans for the Labor Day Weekend, and he told her he’d finally broken up with his girlfriend, so he was ‘flying solo.’ It was just another example of the way that the timing was just never right for the two of them – every time one of them was single, the other was not in a position to start a relationship. This time was no different as she was set to move to London in the Fall to start her dream job.

They had an amazing relationship. She was very comfortable with her BDSM-centric lifestyle, and he was in his 20s and still very shy about his interests; but he trusted her and told her more than anyone. She helped him make sense of his kinks and fetishes, and the two played together on a regular schedule.

“There is absolutely no sex in the champagne room” [MF] 20’s.

Once upon a time, on my 21st year, I went out in Vegas to visit a friend who had relocated there. At this point in my life, I was a moderate to heavy drinker, typical nerdy shy-guy with minimal sexual experience. I only had a few “not serious” girlfriends. Making out, bad blowjobs, and what have you. So the prospect of going to one of the top 5 strip clubs in Las Vegas, with beautiful women, was daunting. Coming from a TEENY TINY town in the midwest, the siting of a beautiful woman was rare, and often met with skepticism by your peers.

My friend and I had dressed well, as is customary for a “night out on the town”, black slacks, suit jacket, decent button up shirt. And there had to have been a little magic in my outfit since we won a few hundred bucks at blackjack following basic strategy.

After we cashed out our chips, my semi-local friend suggested we hit up one of the top strip clubs in Vegas. He asked if I had a preference. I suggested full nude, and NOT that far away from where I was staying, but he nixed that and said all the full nude performances had no liquor and were out in bumblefuck. And he was an alcoholic. So we hopped over to “The Blue Gem” (names changed to protect the innocents).

Sweet waitress

As an avid reddit user I spend most of my free time exploring the wide wonders of the world. Everything from world news, politics, and even dumb memes. Although my true passion is nudity. I love seeing the bodies of naked women, of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities.  I love them all. Women are absolutely beautiful creatures and they take my breathe away. Such a love for the female body comes as a curse tho, every woman I see I picture her naked, what she’s wearing under her clothes, what she would be like in various sexual situations.  You know, the wondering mind of any male.