A [F]inal therapy session brings [M]e more than I bargained for. [Cheating/taboo]

Warning: this story involves cheating. If that’s not your thing and you are reading it just to tell me how much of a scumbag I am, I am sure there are plenty of other stories to read that will be more satisfying to you. This story also involves some “taboo” sex between a therapist and a client. Yes, I know it’s wrong and illegal. I also realize that if I were reading this, I would probably be the first to call bullshit, because this kind of thing isn’t supposed to happen. I can assure you that it does happen. It’s a memory I’ll carry with me.

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One of the biggest reasons I became a therapist is because the job is never boring. This is a story about one of those times that things became more than just not boring – they became downright exciting. Part of me wishes this had never happened, since I’d be a lot less anxious and guilty, but it wouldn’t be completely honest if I didn’t admit there’s another part of me that thinks about it every single day since and smiles a bit.

Cute and innocent wife wears lingerie for husband for the first time [Part 1]

Emma looked in the mirror and got a lot feeling from shyness, sexiness to excitement and worry. She wanted to give her husband a surprise by wearing a sexy lingerie. So she purchased a sexy, lacy lingerie from Victoria’s Secret. Emma was a very shy girl. When she met Paul she had no experience dating and she was good girl. Paul liked that in her and he himself was a nice and simple man. The 2 married after a year of dating and were living a wonderful life. Paul always respected her and took care of her and she also took care of her husband.

They had sex not a lot but not less either. Paul was always gentle with her and made her feel good. He never asked for something she was comfortable with. Wearing the lingerie and looking at herself Emma couldn’t imagine how naughty she looked. She could not imagine the look on Paul’s face when he sees his innocent wife in a sexy lingerie.

[M]y big dirty 30 bday bash, and missed opportunity

This is going to be quite long, TLDR is at the bottom. This my first post here so I apologize if this is not in the right subreddit. I’ve tried to section off this post so you can scroll to where you like. These events are true to the best of my knowledge, and names have been changed.

Not to spoil the story, but this about a missed opportunity. Here goes…

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Background:

My then fiancée and I had purchased a house, first amongst our family and circle of friends…. I guess the stresses of new home ownership got to us a few months in and let’s just say ended up with a big riff in the relationship which ended up with me catching my fiancee cheating…. alarm bells were going off but for some reason I ignored them (that story is for another day, mostly because it’s painful to recall). Fast forward approx 2-3 years from then, couples therapy, counselling, lots of fighting, communication, tears, etc. and we’ve managed to patch things up and still together (I guess what doesn’t break you makes you stronger?).

Shevonne goes on a date (cuckold, group, wife becomes a prostitute)

He knew where she had gone. She had shown him the instructions.

“Be at the Northwood hotel at 9.”

It was a semi-classy hotel, not a seedy rent-by-the-hour motel but nonetheless known for being a place for assignations.

He had watched quietly as she dressed. His eyes asking a question that couldn’t pass through his lips.

But she had seen it and pulled down her panties to show him the temporary tattoo on her mound. She had had it lasered recently to keep it smooth. “Use it” read the tattoo.

His cock stirred. And she smiled as she slipped into the skintight red dress that he had bought for her. He had bought it for the zipper. It ranged from her collar to the hem, down the front and not the back.

6-inch heels were now de rigeur. And she clacked down the driveway into the car while he watched impotently through the window. Unable to stop her from her “coming out” as she had told her.

The same heels clacked up the driveway 5 hours later. A soft click announced her entry. And the self-satisfied smile she wore declared her state of mind.

The Friday Show 6 – Leader of the Resistance [orgy] [MMF] [mc]

Since he had made that call, Ron seemed… unhinged. Not that Laura would complain. The middle-aged journalist was now almost always hard, his thick fat cock standing between his legs obscenely engorged and red. Every now and then he would grab the first woman he had close, and fuck her raw for what felt like an eternity. As a consequence, Laura tried to be around Ron as much as possible, so that she could be the receptacle of his outbursts – except when there was someone else from the Resistance group who was ready for a quick go.

Sometimes Ron came after fucking Laura, leaving trails of white cum that the other girls – starved for semen – would lick from the floor or straight from his dripping cock; sometimes he would just retire after half an hour of frantic coupling, too spent to cum and yet still hard, red, sweaty and frustrated.

Pakistani Wife’s Sensual Massage

For our anniversary in February I booked a luxury hotel room in a city close to us. 2 weeks before the date I got the idea for a massage and decided not to tell Hina beforehand as she would never agree. I went to an adult dating website (www.adultfrindfinder.com) and found the contacts of a few handsome guys in our region who would agree to such a thing. After much emailing back and forth I decided on 1 guy. A week before the date, I decided to meet the guy at a coffee shop close to the hotel. He seemed nice, friendly, intelligent and clean. He was white, in his early 30’s. We made the whole plan where he would pretend to me a professional masseuse. I even made the guy buy a massage table, oils and towels at his own cost.

A NIGHT AT THE THEATER…

**My wife Susan and I were out drinking one night in San Diego, celebrating something long forgotten. Back then this was the “old’ San Diego, when it was still a real Navy town, filled with dive bars, adult bookstores and sleazy theaters. At the time, we were both in our early 30s, Susan was very attractive, long brown hair, 38D, and with a beautiful shaved pussy. We staggered out of one bar and headed up Broadway to another when we passed and adult theater. Susan grabbed my arm and said, “Come on, let’s go in, I want you to fuck me in there.”**

**I was more than happy to go along, so I paid the man and we entered the dark theater. I held her hand as we stayed in the back of the theater so our eyes could adjust to the darkness. On the screen a large breasted blonde was bent over and being fucked from behind by a large black cock, her face buried in a very tasty looking pussy.**

I Told my Wife to Fuck Someone Else…And…HOT!

Wife: This one, poor guy, his girlfriend broke up with him last week. I feel bad for him

Me: Aww. That’s never good. Is he hot?

Wife: LOL. He’s attractive, yeah

Me: You should let him fuck you.

The rest gets HOT HOT HOT! [Here are the steamy, juicy details](https://sexualcompass.com/2019/10/23/my-nympho-wife-fucking-someone-else/)!

This Is Why You [MM]eet Publicly First

Finally decided to write about something that happened to me many years ago.

CW: Rape-play and homophobic degradation.

I [27M at the time] had just gotten out of a nearly decade long relationship with my first boyfriend. It was an ugly break up and I was in a bad way.

My ex was never as adventurous sexually as I wanted to be so I took the chance to really indulge my inner slut. This was aided by CraigsList personals (RIP) and the preponderance of slutty guys on there.

After some time swapping head with a few guys I found a post from a cross-dresser we’ll call Chris looking for a guy for rough sex. His post said his wife had left him because he was bi and that he wanted a “Real Man” to treat him like a whore; literally his only limit was not to damage his wig.

This had me rock hard and I emailed him immediately. We swapped pics and it got me even more riled up. He was actually really cute in his wig and makeup and had a slim, twinkish figure with a perfect bubble butt.

[MF] Paul (M41) and I (F19) – Part 2

Paul and I met quite a few times in secret over the years. Our families never found out and we agreed to end things after he met the woman who would later become his wife. Things ended amicably and he’ll still throw me a wink from across the room when we’re at a family gathering. He’ll definitely always have a place in my heart as the first in my string of older men over the next 12 years after. I thought I might share one of my favorite times with him.

It was early morning on a Saturday and the dorm hallways were quiet. Most of the students were sleeping in to recover from their hangovers. I had gone out but decided not to drink or stay out too late. I had a date I was excited about and didn’t want to be groggy for. My roommate had left for the weekend so I had the place to myself. I was showered, shaved, and smelled of pink berry soap. A few minutes after I finished getting dressed, my phone pinged, my date was here.