A Locker Room Workout [FF] [30s] [Cheating]

*Disclaimer: Mentions and depictions of cheating in this one.*

I’ve never been invested in exploring social life at the gym. I go, I exercise, I mind my own business. It didn’t take long for the parade of beautiful curves in the locker room nude to become background noise I filtered while stripping out of my own sweaty clothes.

There was something about her, however, that captured me since the moment our eyes met. Love at first sight, really, without realizing it. After all, how could one realize that love has been found in the powerlifting class?

She was not a gym bombshell, an athleisure model. Her beauty was partly in her relatability: in a world of difference, she was like me. A good wife, a good mom, a good citizen fighting to gather enough minutes for herself, not for others. There were wrinkles around her eyes, whites in her hair, a healthy dose of sag in her boobs. Legs to die for, I learned by locker room day two.

[40M425F] passing your last class [NC, transactional sex, desperation]

Failure drives a lot of people to desperation, especially when there’s so much at stake. And you knew this better than anyone, didn’t you? For you, college had always been one challenge after another. From having to work full time, to not really even knowing if your major was worthwhile for you.

But at least you were close to the end. There was just one problem; one final class. And let’s be honest, things weren’t looking good. Sure, you had a good GPA for every other class, but this was your capstone, and failing would mean you have to stay back another year.

You did everything you could think of to pass. You studied harder than you had ever before, you attended all of the office hours, you even took extra hours at work to pay for private tutoring.

But it still didn’t help. Its almost like I had it out for you…

And thats how I found you in my office one night, after you had asked for my earliest possible appointment. I could practically taste the desperation off of you, especially with that tiny outfit you had changed into. I didn’t believe you for a second when you told me you didn’t have time to change.

My BBW wife wants us to find a trans [F]

She been hinting at wanting both of us to find a MtF trans partner so we both can get fucked and suck some femcock and gotta say that been sounding amazing! She wants me to take some girl cock in my ass badly

How to start a Foursome [FFMM] [Photoshooting] [Wife sharing] [Voyeurism]

(it’s a translation of my German text – hope it’s understandable)

Wife sharing? That sounds easy.  You contact the relevant portals, find the right person(s) and everything goes – wrong.  Blind dates are for Hollywood or swingers clubs, but not for a private thing.  Just happily fucking with strangers is like winning the lottery: very unlikely.  Frustration is programmed.  We recommend the safe way.  Find someone from your circle of friends who is comfortable with you.  If you don’t find anyone there, leave it all.  It is similar to the confidence it takes to trust someone with your house key!  Who gives their house key to someone they don’t know?

I’ll tell you about our experiences.  When I was a student I lived with a fellow student and we had some experiences together that made us good friends.  Shortly before the exam we had married our girlfriends almost at the same time.  We went on a low-budget holiday to Croatia and always bathed naked there.  Visually, we knew the bodies of our women quite well.  They were also very similar.  That means we found each other attractive.  My friend’s wife had bigger tits than mine and a boyish ass.  But at the time we never dreamed of organizing a gangbang together.  That only happened – unplanned – years later.

My Wife Hired an Interactive Sex Coach for Me (Funny, Sensual, MF, Drama, Hidden Affair)

This is a continuation the My Latvian Sister-in-Law series, but with the focus on my trysts with the sex therapist. Previously, my wife, Cammie, allowed me to have an affair with her best friend, Anna, my twin brother’s wife from Latvia. I got both of them pregnant and even made love to Anna on Thanksgiving at my brother’s house while my wife made small talk with him in the kitchen. My twin brother is a jerk and didn’t treat Anna well during the marriage.

Eventually, they were divorced and Anna came to live in the house next door to ours. On most days, I would go to Anna’s house during my lunch break to have sex with her. Anna was (and still is) a busty, tall, petite, drop-dead-gorgeous European woman. It felt so good when she would ride on top of me, her naked breasts bouncing as she thrusted my hard cock deep inside of her. Then, in the evenings, it was Cammie’s turn. Not wanting to be outdone by Anna, she would dress in new lingerie and wear perfume to seduce me. She loved pulling off my pants and sucking my cock. Then she would let me fuck her hard in lots of different poses.

[FM] Co-chair of my committee and I finally met

This is not nearly as steamy a story as those I love reading here, buts it’s still one of the most thrilling things to have happened to my sex life and I’m very much in the mood to slut the fuck out about it.

“James” and I were asked to co-chair a rather large committee this past spring. The workload ended up being more than either of us anticipated so there were a lot of late night zoom calls during attempts to unwind and get shit done.

We’re both married so that made it tricky for either of us to open up first. It was a comment he made about a blouse I was wearing one night and how his wife used to dress like that. Zoom doesn’t really help with conveying the nuance of body language. I don’t know why it made me so horny. I undid my 2 top buttons for him .

He downed his entire drink, poured more, and told me to take it off. He could have been joking, but I did it anyways. And then he masterfully guided me to playing with my tits while he jerked off and came quite quickly.

The Babysitter | CH.02 | [Mf] [Cheating] [Age gap] [Light BDSM themes] [Spanking]

[chapter 01](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xh1u0s/the_babysitter_ch01_mf_cheating_age_gap/)

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“How soon is soon?” Cami asked, flustered as she hurriedly slid back into her dress.

“I don’t know.” I replied, stripping off the bed sheets. “But you shouldn’t be here to find out.”

It was the part of the story you don’t tend to read about much. After the steamy undressing, the hot love affair and the blissful slumber came the disorienting reality check, the panic-induced cleanup and for at least one of us, the shameful sneak home.

My heart was racing, almost faster than it was the night before. Evelyn said ‘soon’. She would be home soon. And whatever amount of time that meant precisely, was surely not enough to cleanup, shower and ensure that any and all evidence of what had happened was gone.

That last part was proving to be surprisingly difficult.

“Have you seen my underwear?”

I glanced at Camille.

“You’ve lost your underwear?”

“No.” She frowned. “You took them off. You lost them.”

I was beginning to see the appeal in the motel room cliche.

Why the hell had Evelyn changed on a dime, anyway? Why did she just have to come home first thing that same morning?

An update on my situation, and a time I enjoyed roleplaying a little with my soon-to-be-ex-husband [FM]

I hadn’t expected my [original post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xazpek/the_worst_thing_ive_ever_done_fm/) to take off as much as it did, I was really only venting and describing something that had happened to me to get it off my chest. I’ve gotten a ton of messages requesting an update on my situation. Now, I know this subreddit isn’t really the place for that so I’m including two things here: First, a small update. Then, I’ll share one of my favourite sexual memories with my soon–to-be-ex-husbsand that I wrote down when I was feeling happier than I am right now. Skip to the bolded text if you want to gloss over my little depressive rant.

I stated at the end of my first post that I had decided to tell my husband about my infidelity. After posting, I was almost shaken from that. A lot of people are of the mindset that because I had no intention of continuing to cheat on him, there was no need to tell him. I don’t think I agree with that line of thinking though. When we got married, we promised to be faithful to each other. I think continuing our relationship while having broken that promise robs him of agency.

[30F] Finally letting my husband in on my little secret – Part 3 [Cheating Reveal] [Cuckolding] [Femdom]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/xkjzem/nsfw_provost_dean_cuckolds_my30f_husband_26m_mf/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/comments/xl4y5s/30f_husband_doesnt_know_im_meeting_my_boss_for/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Part 3

/// Recap: I’m a ginger girl  in her early 30s. I teach sociology at a small college and am married to a software developer. He’s younger than me – 24, very smart, and very sweet. He spends a lot of time with his computer working. We’ve only been together for a couple years, but we have a special bond. He was honest with me early on about being submissive, his interest in cuckoldry, and assorted power dynamics. I like to make my husband happy, and the power trip is a turn on.

Speaking of power trips, my new boss is becoming a problem. He is a provost at the college, and propositioned me in his office. He’s pushy, older, heavyset, and hung – just my type.  The problem is that he is taking advantage of me in more ways than one. I enjoy how he is pushing himself at me, but the way he is using pictures and video crosses some boundaries. I love the sex, but I have to work closely with him every day. I’m not sure I trust him with all of his power and influence, but I have no intention of stopping yet. ///

Stepping up our toy play [mf] [20s-30s]

I remember trying something new with my wife. We had been using a very realistic dildo together on her for some several months, often to get her warmed up before intercourse. Tonight seemed like it would be more of the same, but I was in for a surprise.

We had spent the evening watching a sexy romantic comedy, and when it was over, my wife kissed me warmly, took my hand, and guided us to the bedroom. I felt like a teenager as we removed our clothes along the way. Our kisses became more frantic as our hands moved over each other’s bodies. Then she pulled me to the bed on top of her. Kissing my way down to her breast, I flicked her nipple with my tongue, as my hand sought out the treasure between her legs. Her wetness provided obvious confirmation of her arousal, if I had any lingering doubts.

With one finger, I gathered juices from her steaming hole, then began to paint them in circles around her clit. She pulled my face back up to her lips and kissed me deeply, moaning at the sensations she was experiencing, her hips beginning to move to try to guide the efforts of my hand. But I continued to tease. My fingers lightly brushed her lower lips, then away, then back with a finger dipping only slightly for more juice, then up and around her clit again – never quite touching it.