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I have a crush on my neighbor he’s so hot and he’s a cop! He always looks in my windows at me, I think he wants me too.
I'm involved in an on-going relationship with my brothers wife, even though I am engaged to someone else. I am truthfully 100% madly in love with them both.
six months ago, I was away from home for three days. I was attending a family funeral. usually my wife of ten years would have accompanied me, but on this ocaision, she was unwell. finding myself alone in a five star hotel room, my pinch faced shrew of a wife, three hundred miles away, I picked up my phone and browsed the local escorts. I had built in a contingency of a thousand, in my budget for this trip. that would get me a very nice escort indeed.
I browsed for a while, pausing on the 18 year old blonde who still had her actual school uniform and the two girls that offered the ultimate lesbian fantasy for men.
then, from somewhere deep in my subconcious, a long held fantasy materialised. transsexuals.
I typed transsexual escorts into my search engine and I was amazed at the number listed locally to me. I browsed through them until I found one that fitted my fantasy completely. TSNicole. she was tall, slim, blonde, pert natural breasts and a nice feminine bottom . she was perfect!
200 an hour or 1000 for a night. right on my budget. I rang the number for the agency and gave them my details. they sent me an email confirming the booking with a receipt for the payment.
when my phone vibrated again half an hour later, it was a text from the escort, saying she was in the hotel reception. I texted her back that I would see her soon then.
five minutes later, she knocked on my room door.
when I opened it I was astonished. she was absolutely stunning. you would never guess she was a once a man. I took her coat and handed her a glass of champagne. I had ordered a " james bond " as I called it, from room service. champagne, caviar and some smoked salmon nibbles in case she was hungry. we had a nice " getting to know you " chat . she was intelligent and well educated. she was studying to become a social worker.
I won't demean her, or my memory of that night by detailing our intimacy. it is enough to say that we made love several times during the time we spent together and I was left extremely satisfied.
I do not consider my liason in any way homosexual. she was a woman in every way, with the exclusion of her very small penis..
I'm hoping my work will take me near that hotel again soon.
I will only date men that I don’t really like or am particularly attracted to just so I can cheat on them because cheating sex is the only sex that gets me off. It’s always bareback and almost always guys with girlfriends or wives.
I am 44 years old, married and a good mother (I hope I am, at least). I have 4 children, but the younger 2 were both fathered by a teenage friend of my eldest son. He was in high school when he began to first flirt with me, I figured it out but put it down to a teenage crush like boys have on teachers.
He was already tall and quite strongly built, my family are mostly shorter and nice-looking, but not football player types. My son would go to baseball practice, his friend (I will call him J) to football and then they would both come over for some food before heading home. My husband suggested my son (they are not biological father-son) start some extra credit evening classes to help get into a good school, so he started going to the local community college. My younger son was always at the neighbour's house with his best friend. When my husband told J he was welcome to keep coming over for food and drink, it would be just the two of us home (my husband had a long commute and worked late anyway).
After this J's flirting became more pronounced. Earlier he would just tease and stare, now he began to talk about his experience with girls, and even to brush up against me any chance he got. At first I was firm but polite, and careful to keep a distance. But one day he ground his crotch up against my ass, and I felt his hard cock. Even through my skirt and his shorts I could feel it was huge - much bigger than my husbands. I chided him a bit, but couldn't get the thought out of my head. That weekend, I masturbated thinking of J in me.
The next week, he was watching me, and I was waiting for him to touch me again. A few days passed and he didn't. On Thursday he surprised me by coming in the afternoon, saying practice was cancelled and could he please have some lunch. I went to the kitchen and began working, when he grabbed me from behind, cupped my chin and turned my face and stuck his tongue down my throat. I struggled, but he was far too strong. After a long time, he stopped kissing me and gripped my hands behind my back. I was so dizzy and confused, I couldn't speak, just stared at him and he just stared at me. With his other hand he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties off, then pulled his own pants down.
I couldn't see it, but I felt it when his dick entered me. I had never had one that big (I later measured it as over 7 inches and very thick) and I began to gasp. He clapped a hand over my mouth and thrust hard. Luckily my pussy was wet from all the kissing, and I was able to take him without too much pain. I don't remember how long it lasted, but I had an orgasm very soon and he came inside me as well. I was still in a daze when he let me go, when I turned around he was standing over me. I know I had just been raped, but at that moment on a kind of autopilot I put my arms round his neck and kissed him.
He was hard again and picked me up in his arms like I was a doll, and began carrying me upstairs. I asked him not to take me to my marriage bed, so he took me to my eldest son's room. That afternoon, I just kept cumming while staring at a Metallica poster above my son's bed. After that day, every day J would come, kiss me like he was my husband coming home, carry me upstairs and make love to me.
I was 36 at the time and still very fertile. My husband used condoms, as I had thyroid troubles with the pill. J did not use condoms, and for some reason I never asked him. About a month after we started, I found out I was pregnant, and the next year gave birth to Js daughter. To my lasting shame, I concealed everything and tricked my husband into thinking it was his.. J and I continued our liaisons all through my pregnancy, but after that I became busy with the baby and the frequency of our trysts decreased.
A year or so later, my eldest son went off to college, my younger was awarded a scholarship to a residential prep school and moved out too. J was still in town, intending on taking a gap year. With the house now empty, my baby still too young, J once again began coming over daily and I was unable to resist. This time I insisted he use condoms, but sometimes he would just ignore my protests. In November, J left for a job in South America, and shortly afterwards I discovered I was pregnant again. This time I seriously considered an abortion, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I went through the whole charade again, and gave birth to J's son.
This caused a lot of friction in my marriage, as a 2nd unplanned pregnancy was a great strain on our finances. I decided to get a job as soon as the baby was older, which conveniently helped me avoid J when he did come back, and later when he was home from college as well. When he did catch me, we did have some fun (he wouldn't take no for an answer, and I couldn't resist him really) but after he got a job post-college, we have not met.
I am happy with my two young babies, and I know my husband loves them deeply too. It's a gut wrench to deceive him, as he is a wonderful man, but at the same time I feel very liberated and a secret part of me is almost exultant that I had a great affair and came out of it happier than I was before.
I'm going to jump right to it. I exchanged photos with my best friends husband.
He was wanting to know what I look like naked so I showed him and I was curious to see what his junk looked like.
Well it didn't stop there he was saying how he wanted to do sexual stuff with me. I wasn't going that far. Even before all that he swore he wouldn't tell anyone. But here I am with my best friend not talking to me and don't even wanna try to hear my side of things. Her husband didn't even mention the fact he was talking about having sex with me! I'm lost about how to fix this.
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I confess to have sex with a girl from my office 3 times during last year. While my wife caught some messages we exchanged about praising each other, I was able to convince her that I have broken all relationships with her. My wife too works in the same office and keeps meeting her. I liked to have sex with her as she has a great body not so good face though.
I have had sex with many prostitutes in my bedroom while my wife was in office. I lied to her that I have to go out of office for work and went home have sex.
I love my wife and have a healthy sexual relationship wiith her but i always have ugers to go in bed with different women.
I was a prostitute for seven years from the age of 16 before I found the man who would become my husband. He met me through the escort service I worked with and he's in his late forties. He has some money but recently he lost his job and to keep the bills paid I offered to go back on the game. Thing is now I've started I can't stop. It was supposed to be a two or three times a week thing, but now I'm seeing two or three clients a day. I've even been for a weekend trip away with one of them and started having bare back sex with regular guys, which is something I hadn't done since I was a teenager. I've had a gang bang and snorted cocaine again. My husband has an opportunity for a good job, but I don't want to give up the sex life I've suddenly rediscovered. His cock was fine for five years but I'm still under 30 and need more than he can give me. Luckily we don't have kids. I know I ought to tell him I intend to keep on the game, but I think he might be hurt.
Wife in love with her dates. I love it.
First, I love going out with wife and watching her picking up guys. Sometimes the guy knows, sometimes not and I go home alone while she goes home with him. Sometimes she hooks up with a guy that is with a group of friends and she winds up at their table. She honestly has a good time but is aware of me watching. Her "date" has gone to the bathroom and she has taking the opportunity to flirt and kiss his friend. She knows that would be hot to me. Such a cheater and tease she is.
Anyway, she gets very attached to some guys who woo her and treat her so nice and slow dance and caress and soft kiss while they look in each others eyes.. I know she gets caught up in it and she is so into the moment. Like watching a love story. I know she truly wants him and she has told me that she is so wet while they are kissing and whispering to each other. She said she won't tell me what she says but I can guess. I confess, I like it. It is so hot to me. If she doesn't go home with him we have great sex while she fantasizes about it aloud. When the guy has known about me I have followed them to a hotel walking behind while they walk arm and arm, joking and kissing, almost mocking me. When inside I get to see my wife truly make love in all kinds of ways hardly ever acknowledging me. Some guys have said "I love you" and she has returned the sentiment. She does get some phones calls and she says it on the phone too. She has told me that, yes, she means it when she says it but not like us. Some guys she has seen more than once. As far as risk, she says we are life partners and she could never imagine life with anyone else and especially one who lets her do the things she does. I think she is happy. I am happy.
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My mom worked as a stripper and now works as a prostitute.. I'm so ashamed of her been my mom i getting bully in school, random txt videos of her getting bang in my neighborhood.what should I do.
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I have a girlfriend. And I love her. But before her, there was someone else. We never really got anywhere worth writing home about, this other girl. She was in a difficult place at the time. So we just flirted, kept up a certain level of sexual tension, while still keeping each other at arm's length. It was, strangely, fun. Let's call her Mary.
Then, I started dating the girl that would be my girlfriend. She was hard to get and even harder to read. A real spitfire who'd never let me get away with anything. Everyone she meant would say that there’s something about her that just leaves you enthralled but you just don't know what exactly. It's something. Call her Amy.
Things hit off with Amy. It was a rocky start being who she is but it got somewhere nice, somewhere serious.
But early on with Amy, Mary and I kept texting and kept interacting on social media. We would comment on each other's photos how hot we thought the other was. Amy didn't mind. Mary was a friend, after all. In the DMs, Mary always talked about how we should get some coffee sometime; how we should maybe get a drink. Just us. She knew about Amy, though. We talked about Amy sometimes, so she knew.
The plans for coffee or drinks never went anywhere. I just kept saying, "Yeah. Maybe."
It didn't go anywhere until one day, it did.
Amy was out of town. And Mary dropped a selfie on my DMs saying she in a cafe downtown alone. I thought about for a while. Then I hopped on my car and went for it. "What harm could some coffee do?" I thought at the time.
I got there and we talked. She talked about med school and I talked about my own shit. It was, in a word, surreal. Then she asked me to walk her to the toilet. It was up some stairs and away from prying eyes. Before she went in she gave me a hug and, out of habit and shock, I hugged her back. My heart was racing. She pulled back and held my face in her hands, then wrapped them around the back of my neck gently.
"You're an amazing guy, you know that?" She said, her face close to mine. She was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful people I've ever known.
I smiled.
We stared at each other for a while, arms locked around each other. In any other situation, this is where I would go in for a kiss.
But no, I just said, "You should go in, Mary. I'll downstairs."
I don't know if it was guilt or something else. Maybe a part of me had finally decided to admit what my concious mind wouldn't: that I was cheating on Amy.
When she went in, I called up my bestfriend. I told him to call me in 10 mins with some fake emergency. He knew where I was and who I was with, so he agreed. No questions asked.
When Mary returned, we continued talking for a little bit before my bestfriend called. I left that cafe on the whim of some fake emergency that afternoon. Despite that, I was one of the best non-date dates I've ever had.
A few days later, Mary stopped interacting with me on social media. No likes, no comments. She stopped the DMs and when I would try, she would respond but only to be respectful, I felt like.
And so eventually, I stopped.
A few weeks had passed and I got a DM out of the blue from Mary. I remember I had just woken up that summer day when I got it.
"I meant what I said. You're an amazing guy. Wish you the best. Take care of yourself."
I never responded. I didn't know how to. I didn't know what it meant.
That was three years ago. I don't see Mary anymore. I don't speak to her, whether in person or online. But sometimes, during the late nights, I think about that day in the cafe and about what that message, that seemed too much like a goodbye, meant.
Amy, to this day, doesn't know about it. And I've never done anything like that since. We're happier than we've ever been now and things are going great.
Mary hasn't dated anyone since, I don't think. But I see her online, looking happy and still in med school.
I'm writing this now because it's been three years. All that time and I still think about Mary.
I am a 38 yo housewife.
I am having an affair with my cousin's husband.
It's 4 years now.
I've had sex with him in my home many times while my husband worked.
I cannot stop.
God forgive me please!
A few years after we married I met someone and brought him home wanting an open relationship, my husband was shocked but I told him it's either both of you or none of you and he backed down. I thought it would be more exciting but now I see how much damage I've done and the betrayal in my husbands eyes. I'm such a screwup.
I am a 36 yo housewife. I had an affair with my neighbor's husband, she's a fat pig that insulted me for "doing nothing but being a housewife because you don't have an education" at a party in front of some friends and neighbors because she works, just to humiliate her. Then she cried to me that her husband was having an affair she thought several weeks later and I just laughed inside.
Fuck her.
Ten years married, I still like to surprise the wife and one day took the afternoon off so we could take a day trip to the beach. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed another car parked there but gave it no real thought. As I approached the front door which was slightly open, I could hear Ann's voice telling someone that she wasn't on the pill. Peaking in, I saw Ann on her knees dressed only garters, hose and heels with a black man she called David stroking his dick.
She took his dick and began to suck it with passion and reverence. Ann said, "If you fuck me today, you might inseminate me." Pushing her to the ground, the black guy told her to spread her legs.. As he mounted her, David called her a bitch and gleefully exclaimed, "If I knock you up, that would make you my whore. Do you want to be my whore?" Ann asked him not to cum in her and to pull out when he was ready to cum.
Fucking her with deep long strokes, David said she deserved to be his whore. "I want to knock you up, Ann!" Ann stated she wanted to be David's whore and by fucking her, she was his whore but that he couldn't cum inside her womb as she was not on the pill.
David started to fuck Ann harder and faster. "Do you really want me to pull out bitch?" "No really but I don't want to be knocked up." "You really need to be my whore, bitch!"
David was grunting and his hips were shaking wildly. Moaning loudly, he said "I love you whore" and Ann cried that she could hot semen filling her pussy. David said no and slowly pushed his cock deep into her cunt. Ann screamed "Please don't knock me up. Please pull out. Please. . ."
Ann gave David an evil grin and sighed "Please. . .please don't. . .please don't pull out. I need to be your whore. Let's go to the bedroom where you can fuck me all day long!"
I cheated on my wife for several years, often with random people.
She lost all interest in sex, and I had a high sex drive (and I was an excellent lover--her words). The only reason I cheated was for sex; we both still loved each other and I wasn't going to leave her, especially after she got sick. This went on for several years, and then she passed away suddenly. I have been buried in guilt ever since. It's strange because I never felt guilty while she was alive; the guilt became very real once she died and I knew that she instantly knew everything that I had done. I wish I had never cheated; it's something I can never undo now.
My wife is having an affair with her nephew and does not even try to hide it from me or others.
She has him living in our home, while he is attending college, and was going upstairs to his bedroom every night to have sex with him.
How did I know?
She was loud as hell, would actually come down the stairs in the morning wearing one of his t-shirts, and he posted innuendos on facebook about it as well as numerous pictures of the two of them together..
One of her friends even asked me why I tolerated it.
When I confronted my wife she told me we could divorce or I could "shut up and accept it".
I sleep in the guest room now and her nephew is sleeping in our bedroom with her.
I am in love with a married man. We met on a "fling" site and he told me up front he was in an open marriage. At first i declined him but we talked more and i really liked him. We met at a hotel and had sex and first time wasnt all that great. It was really hot in the room and the lights were on and i just wasnt feeling it. After that I ended it and for 2 wks didnt talk to him but i always thought of him. I reached out and after a week of on and off talking we decided to meet up again. I was about to move out of state with my husband my husband was actually coming in the next morning to drive our truck and I got a hotel room and he met me and we had the most mind blowing sex i have ever had. Everything i thought about its like he knew and did. I have never climaxed this way with anyone. We had sex for 2 hrs I rode his cock, he pounded me every which way, he was the most amazing kisser and i could have gone longer but he had to go. I said goodbye knowing this is last time for me cheating. I left and he knows nothing about my husband i just told him i was visiting family. He text me while i was gone and i told him i had to stay a little longer. 3 weeks go by on and off talking and I miss him so much. I fly in to see him under guise of a work trip and he meets me at my hotel and we had the 2nd most amazing sex of my life. I never knew what an orgasm felt like but he gave me one that night. The way he fucks me its amazing he takes me every way possible and then he kisses me and i could get lost in his lips. I went back to life and still off and on talking a few more weeks go by and i fly in to see him just for day my husband has no idea im even out of town. We fucked like rabbits and I was ready to give up everything for him. He admitted his marriage was on rocks but everytime she text him he wld respond while with me. When i went home i felt like shit thinking he doesnt feel the same so i ended things and basically gave him opportunity to tell
Me he wants me in his life. He never even responded back. I feel so empty i check my phone daily hoping he will text or call its been 4 days. I guess i get what i deserve since he never knew truth about me.
I'm sixteen, and recently over spring break i went to the beach with my bf and some friends. i was wearing a pretty skimpy bikini, and this older guy (at least twice my age) was checking me out. At first i was a little creeped out, but then a bit turned on. i happened to meet up with him when i went to the bathroom, and we were alone. i gave him a look, and he gave me a look back... one thing led to another, and he ate my pussy out and then we had sex. he was bigger than my boyfriend, and a lot more experienced. i'll probably never see him again, i don't even know his name. But i know i shouldn't have cheated on my boyfriend. i feel guilty, but it was great having the attention of an older guy. i'm not underage (at least where i live) so it's not like we did anything illegal. But i know i still shouldn't have done it. i don't think my bf will ever find out, but i'm not sure how to stop feeling guilty about it everytime i see him.
My best friend has been banging my mother for two years now. I find it hot to call him my dad now.
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