Hey everyone, figured I’d share this story since I don’t really have anyone to share it with in real life. I’m 34 and been married 5 years. Ever since my wife and I got married I began fantasizing about cheating. Not that I didn’t think of fucking other people prior to marriage, but it became more of an obsession once I actually got legally tied down to someone. It really starts gnawing on you, all the lost opportunities and past connections. The other thing is that when I met my future wife, Tinder wasn’t really a thing, and meeting people casually required a whole lot more effort than now. You had to have this outward confidence to come up and hassle strangers in clubs or elsewhere. It just never felt appropriate to me to do that, so all of my connections typically evolved from wholesome friendships and took an extremely slow pace. When it comes to Tinder and online dating, you end up opening up about your sexual desires right away. I personally am always upfront about what my needs are and what I’m truly craving. For example, I know what my standards are for casual hookups: I like much younger women so I set my age preference to 18-22. I also give them a rundown of my situation and feel out how comfortable they are with letting me pump a load in them behind my wife’s back. Most girls, since we already matched, end up finding it irresistible to at least meet up for a drink or coffee. So by the time my wife took a long weekend work related trip I had some girls lined up to try to meet up and see what happens. The most active conversation was with an 18 year old Asian girl that lived 45 mins away. I figured it was a worthwhile distance to travel for good young pussy. At the time of our meeting, she had gotten out of a serious and rather oppressive relationship a few months prior, so she was actively pursuing older and more experienced men for sex. She was a dream match really, I think I favorited her. We met for a coffee and immediately hit it off. We knew what we were there for, and she expressed interest in getting a room to fuck. By the time I got the key card from an obnoxiously talkative host at the motel, my hands were shaking from excitement. I’d been wanting to fuck an 18 year old girl for years at that point. She was tan, small, wore a slutty skirt and high socks. Being young perky and cute, I don’t think she needed all that much effort but it was clear she dressed up for a casual sex date. We kissed sloppily and I sucked on her tongue for a minute while feeling her up. I told her to undress completely, she asked if she should leave her thigh highs on and I said sure. Once she was almost completely naked I lifted her up and put her on her back on the bed and spread her legs wide. I was craving to sniff her pussy and to taste her. Smelling/eating out younger girl’s pussy is kind of a central focal point of a lot of my cheating fantasies, and so I made sure to fulfill that. I wanted to taste and tongue her asshole too but also just wanted to take her on her back immediately so I ended up undressing and getting on top of her. I wanted to get the first load out quickly and passionately, in missionary, while looking in her eyes. I wrapped my hand tightly around her neck and just kept pumping away balls deep, just railing her tight slutty pussy. Whenever I squeezed her neck tighter she’d say “daddy” and moan and stick her tongue out, so I sucked on her tongue and kept pumping my cock inside her. Probably came in under 5 minutes after fucking her like that. We got some water and lounged around while chatting and getting to know each other. The conversation got to talking about our sexual thoughts, fantasies, and especially all of her recent experiences post-ex boyfriend. She admitted an older guy fetish, and the general frequency of her partners and the raunchiness of her sexual lifestyle got me extremely horny again. She noticed how hard I was and slid down to suck me off. I have to admit, slutty girls that get around give the most amazing head. I nearly came again, but then pulled her in for a passionate kiss and flipped her around so she took the doggy position. She arched like a pro and I couldn’t resist fulfilling another focal point of my cheating fantasies: putting my tongue in her ass while I jerk off and listen to her moan for me. After that she BEGGED for me to fuck her again and I used her from behind, wrapped my arm around her neck and whispered nasty things in her ear. The dirty talk and the fucking from behind made her legs shake and she started having a powerful throbbing orgasm. I stopped pumping so that I could feel her pussy pulsate on my cock. Once she was done I took my condom off and spread her legs and pumped my second load on her pussy. She had an evening shift so we agreed to wrap things up and get some food together before I dropped her off. The next day I had another date that was starting to take shape in my tinder messages. TBC..
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[MF] The unintentional bull, or, how I’ve spent the last five years fucking other men’s wives (Part I — first time with Molly)
With plenty of time on my hands during this seemingly endless pandemic, I’ve been recalling many of my past experiences as a bull, and just started writing them down for some reason. I figured this subreddit would find them interesting. At the outset, let me declare that, at root, I am a man with fairly conventional ideas about relationships. I’ve never been married, but have always wanted to be, and have spent a good chunk of early my life in committed monogam-ish relationships. I’m a pretty unremarkable Yuppie-type, with a good job, my own home, and some rather ordinary hobbies and personal interests. All of which is why it’s odd for me to confess that I’ve spent the last five years ruthlessly fucking other men’s wives. I find the term “bull” very off-putting — seriously, we can’t come up with something better? — but have to conclude that it indisputably applies to me.
Professionals [Boss/Employee, Age Gap, Anticipation] – Part One
An Audit – Chapter One
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Author formerly known as OtherAioli. Wrote the series Satiated on here awhile ago. Took a break from writing erotic lit a few months ago and now I’m back and intend to stay :) expect regular updates and LGBTQA, bdsm and more kink inclusion in new stories
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It was on days like these that Andrei fantasized about a life in which he worked as a cog in the machine and lived modestly, scraping by but maybe more content. At the very least, with less obligation. Maybe as a cashier, or a bartender.
Instead, the man was sitting first class on a flight to Maine in a four thousand dollar suit, sifting through flag-raised audit reports on his laptop. He had a life that most people dreamed of, and that most people strived for but never obtained. In his case, truly, he’d just gotten lucky. He’d had the right idea at the right time, and from there his own wildest dreams had come true. Ten years prior, he was eating from a can of beans he’d gotten from the food bank. Today, he was eating some hundred dollar steak and listening to his assistant rattle off his schedule to him for the next month.
Family Reunion [Incest][MM][MF][MMF][FF][anal][squirt]
It was finally time for the family reunion. I couldn’t wait to get there. It was always one of my favorite memories, going to the lake, cooking out at the huge rental house we got every year. It was really something special.
We had just arrived, my Dad, Mom and I. I could already hear Aunt Carol inside mixing up margaritas. “We’re finally here!” I exclaimed, jumping out of the car. My little orange shorts were giving me a wedgie, my ass is always so jiggly I have to be careful, especially being a teenager, I constantly have old men ogling me. I pulled my shorts out of my ass, and wiggled my bare toes. They were painted bright pink, which is my absolute favorite color, and I’m not ashamed. The sun was shining bright in my face, I winced and pull strands of hair out of my mouth, “are you ever going to get out of the car!” I yelled to my parents.
“Coming!” My Dad bellowed. He proceeded to get out of the car, a big black Range Rover, and turned to me and smiled. My Dad has always been such a great guy, and is so nice to Mom and I, always offering to help us whenever he could. “Come on hun” he called to Mom.
The MILF Chronicles, Chapter One
“I’ve wanted this all day,” Amy told me, as the head of my cock disappeared into her waiting mouth.
I was ready. Every time she texts that her husband is gone my cock starts twitching. It knows what comes next.
And to think, this all started with innocent flirting at a party months ago. Next thing I know, I’m giving Amy my number with her husband in the other room and my wife sitting just a few feet away from us.
Amy is a slut. And I mean that in a good day. On the surface, she’s all-world mom, smokeshow wife and president of the parent-teacher league. But in her heart of hearts, she’s a 40-year-old slut wife who can’t get enough of my 27-year-old cock.
“You’re so fucking hot sucking my young cock, you know that?” I tell her as she slides those full lips over the length of my cock.
“I just can’t get enough,” she says between licks.
We literally only have minutes. Her husband took the kids to get takeout for dinner. At most they’ll be gone 30 minutes.
[Mf-teen] [exh] [reluc] [1st] BABYSITTER WANTS IT – A teen babysitter is taken advantage of. Or does she flirt and ask for it. Either way, she loves it.
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My name is Cheryl and I want to tell how I lost my virginity and how I fell in love with an older guy and I still love him, dearly.
It started several years ago when I was babysitting for some friends of my mom and dad. I was 16 and had developed, early. I had red hair, a nice slim body with 35b titties, and was just starting to enjoy the attention I was getting from boys. My mom wanted me to baby-sit for her friends, across town, on Saturday nights. I told her that I would this week, but I might have a date next week. My parents told me, “NO DATING, YET!”
I was pissed and just knew I wouldn’t like this babysitting job. On my first night, I arrived at 6:00 pm, and a beautiful blonde woman, about 23 or 24, let me in the door. She was all dressed up in a short dress and looked very pretty. I did notice, however, that she had no cleavage. (I was glad I had nice boobies, for the boys to play with.) Then the husband came with their 4-year-old daughter. She was dark-headed, like her daddy, and a really cute little girl.
You Made Me Do It… [MF] [Cuckhold]
The next morning Julie was still in bed when I woke up. I walked downstairs and started to make breakfast for the two of us. I knew I needed to get ahead of this before we got to the point it was awkward and we just never really ended up talking it out. About thirty minutes later Julie came into the kitchen, she looked bright eyed and happy. Before I could even say a thing, she walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Hey sorry about me going crazy last night, I think we just all got in our heads a little bit and I think I just worried you didn’t love me anymore, I am not upset. We don’t need to make a big deal about it” she smiled to me reassuringly, letting me know she was being genuine.
You Made Me Do It… [MF] [Cuckhold]
It was a warm summer day, one of the warmest of the year; of course, it was moving day. We just moved from the north east down to a southern state. This heat was absolutely nothing we were used to. I’m not the kind of guy who typically takes of his shirt, maybe to swim or a hot tub, but otherwise it stays on. I am kind of scrawny, a bit of a beer belly, I know its not a good look. However, moving these boxes in and out of the house, I just absolutely had to. My wife on the other hand, she was very comfortable moving stuff into the house. Her small loose grey shorts, that showed some serious under bum, and a tight white tank top that you could see the little red hearts on her bra underneath of kept her fairly cool. Her sweat did make her top completely see through though, and the glistening of her cleavage was mesmerizing. She looked incredible.
I was laid-off at my tech job a couple months prior, and it took me some time, but I found a new job down here and we had always wanted to move to the south to start a family. The neighborhood was nice, it was a little crescent and we were right smack in the middle.
Something Real Dirty I [M] Did at My Ex Girlfriends Cousins [F] House
48 year old married guy here…
22 years ago, I was dating this girl for about 4 years. Her guy cousin was married to this girl I could never take my eyes off. She was the same age as me, around 26 at the time. I thought she was incredibly sexy. The way she dressed, the way she talked, etc. Wore short shorts and tight tank tops a lot, and had an amazing body. I got along great with her. The 4 of us often hung out when I saw my girlfriend. I would sleep at my girlfriends house, and think of her cousins wife when I had sex with her. I also used to jerk off to her constantly.
Her husband (my girlfriends cousin) had his 30th birthday was at their place. About 20-30 people at the house on a Friday evening. She was looking amazing, dressed in a short stretch skirt, nice pair of heels, and a crop top. I could not take my eyes off her the whole night. About 2 hours into the party, I went into their downstairs bathroom, and didnt come out for about 40 minutes. A few knocks at the door but I say the usual “be right out” bullshit.
Persephone and Hades – Part Two
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“Fine, come in, I’ll lead the way” I murmured, gesturing to the big house with a sarcastic wave of my hand as we walked towards it
He crossed over the lawn to a paved walkway that led from the pool area up to a large decked patio area, just outside of the kitchen doors. There were lush gardens to either side of the patio that were filled with baby fruit trees and honeysuckle vines and lit up like magic at night time thanks to some handy spotlights and some fairy lights. The darkly varnished wood of the deck gleamed and little blue lights decorated the edge every now and then. A large L-shaped black wicker lounge with grey comfy cushions and two matching chairs sat clustered around a wide coffee table like little old ladies at the market, adding an air of relaxation to the place. It was my little sanctuary, my little go-to area when I was sad.
The house itself was a three storey mixture of matte black iron, crafted timber features, stone and smoked grey glass. It sat nestled at the top of a small cul-de-sac backing onto the expansive forest, its modern squarish design and all its components fitting right into the backdrop of nature. It was kind of industrial, rustic, urban modern chic, if there were such a thing.