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- My Cheating Heart -
Straight Female / 27

It My Passion

I absolutely love it. I love fucking marraied men. I know the sound horrible but that's to turn on, its wrong, it's naughty, it's a slut thing to do. I've done it a lot and it's always a rush.

Years ago, I lost my virginity to a marry man in our apartment building who was significantly older than my own dad. Nobody knew but we had a seriously secret affair and he taught me everything about sex and I loved it so much I was always at his door when his wife left for her shift. Sex was always so naughty and risky and I loved how he'd tell me I was sexier then his wife, tighter, that I made him cum harder she did. I loved being better in bed that his fat bitch lazy wife. I loved being able to take what has hers. I loved helping him feel good and get away with it.

I am in my late 20's now and i have been to bed with so many married men its crazy. It's honestly a kink for me. I crave that rush of helping them get away with it, and giving better pussy and hotter sex than they get at how.

So many wives stop giving head or being nasty in bed after the hook the man with a ring or especailly after kids come. Trust me thats a big mistake. You make this way to easy.

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# 74147 - by Kam / October 21, 2024
    • - My Cheating Heart -
    Straight Female / 63

    I Raised Her Right

    I started to tell this story in the comment section of another post, but I decided I'd unpack the full story here.

    I got pregnant by another man while cheating. I loved my husband, but I got bored in bed. He was not very open-minded about sex and was hard to communicate with because he got his feelings hurt easily over not being good in bed. We married young, and I thought it would get better with practice, but it didn't.

    I am a nurse in the ER who has always worked nights and a sucker for men in uniform. Let’s just say, over the years, a lot of police officers, EMTs, and firemen working in conjunction with the ER got lucky in a spare empty room on the floor, or in a car or ambulance in the back of the parking lot. A hushed whisper got out about me and my thing for men in uniform.

    I messed up my birth control, missed my period, and I knew it was not my husband's. The actual father was also married with kids, and I didn’t want to mess up both our families over some cheap sex in the back of a hospital parking lot. So, I made sure to have sex with my husband at the right time to cover it up by fudging dates. I never told my husband or the man I cheated with.

    My husband raised Elly, thinking she was his own. I lucked out that she looked enough like us that no one questioned anything, and Elly became his true pride and joy.

    I thought I was scot-free. She found out through a '23andMe' test, and it took her a long time to forgive me, but she didn’t tell her 'father' because she loved him too much to do that. We went through hard times, and she hated me for years. She moved past it a few years after she got married. And in the long run, it actually brought us closer in a crazy way. She showed up at my doorstep in tears. She was a mess, and I was scared to death that something bad had happened. She was actually guilt-ridden because she had cheated on her husband with a coworker after a dry spell followed by e.d. (erectile dysfunction) with her husband. She was heartbroken her first time cheating, and what made it worse is she spent years hating me for being a cheater, and now she did it herself. We cried together. I comforted her and assured her I still loved her dad, and she could still love her husband, but everyone has needs, and few tell the truth about how they really meet them.

    She has since always confided in me about her infidelities in her marriage, of which there have been several now, because she knows I understand that it happens. I've also helped be her cover story when she is out messing around on my son-in-law. It's not like I can judge her. Marriages get dry, and I did it for years. And I would absolutely, even at my age, do it with the right man in uniform. The truth is, I am proud of her. She's a chip off the old block. She's like her momma, and she's living her best life!

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    # 74146 - by Milfy / October 21, 2024
    - My Cheating Heart -
    Straight Male / 35

    I Fucked My Cousin While My Wife Was Out Of Town.

    I have a cousin who was born female, has a beautiful woman's body, but identifies as a Male who likes men... The only thing any bit masculine about "him" is that "he" has short hair. "He" is 23 and I think it may just be a phase, but either way i've supported "him" and Im the only one from the family he kept in touch with. It is hard for me to use the male pronouns though, because "he" has sent me snaps of "himself" topless and has an amazing an motherly rack. "He" also likes to have dick in "his" vagina... While I support this lifestyle change, I dont fully understand it.

    One weekend my wife was out of town with some friends. I invited "him" over to watch some football. We were hanging out and pounding some beers. I didnt think I was as drunk as I was, but I hadnt eaten much, but I ended up having a big brown out. I only remember snippets of the day, but one of my snipped of memory was "him" bouncing on my cock while I was half asleep on the couch and I came inside "Him."

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    # 74136 - by The cuz / October 20, 2024
    • - My Cheating Heart -
    Straight Female / 41

    Yesterday Morning

    I didn’t mean for it to happen. It wasn’t something I planned, certainly not something I sought. But there was something about Ryan that had my pulse racing every time I saw him.

    When I first met him, I was just looking for a way to feel better about myself. I’d been married to Greg for eight years, and while I loved him, our relationship had started to feel… stale. The spark had faded into a comfortable routine. I guess I wanted to feel seen again.

    Ryan did that. From our first session, he had this way of making me feel strong, capable, and—dare I say it—sexy. He was playful, teasing me when I lagged during workouts, but there was always an undercurrent of something more in his eyes. That awareness between us simmered beneath every exchange, but I pushed it aside. I wasn’t the kind of woman to stray.

    Until yesterday morning.

    “You’ve been doing great, Jenna,” , flashing that easy, heart-melting smile of his. “Seriously, your form’s getting better every week.”

    I laughed, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “Well, that’s all thanks to you. You always know how to push me.” My words hung in the air, heavier than I intended. His smile faltered just for a second before he looked at me in a way that made my stomach flip.

    “Sometimes I feel like I can see what you need even when you don’t,” he said, his voice low.

    I froze, my heart pounding. The gym felt too small, too quiet all of a sudden. “Ryan…” I started, but I couldn’t finish the thought. What was I going to say? That I’d been thinking about him far too often? That sometimes when Greg held me at night, my mind wandered to the way Ryan’s hands would feel on me?

    “I know,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I know this isn’t what either of us expected.”

    The way he looked at me—God, it was like he saw straight through me. My breath hitched as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. My instincts screamed at me to pull away, to think of Greg, to stop. But instead, I leaned into his touch.

    When his lips finally met mine, it felt like I’d been waiting for this moment far longer than I realized. In that instant, I let go of everything—except him.

    I didn't care about my marriage, kids, my future, all cared about was his hot strong younger body pounding me into the sheets. There was no dull predictible moves like Greg would have used. Greg could never get that hard with out a blue pill. But Ryan was an animal, pure lust, a god in the sack with body of a greek god who sculpted himself daily in the gym prey on hot housewives like me who fall for thier trainers. I knew he had played me, toyed with me, lead me on let me crush on him. I knew the romance he built was all a game to bed me. I didn't care because I wanted to fuck him and in that moment I did care Greg found out, or if it broke his heart. I did care about my vows. I cared about letting Ryan have his way with me.

    So there I was back at the apartment of stud at least 15 years younger than me taking his hard throbbing cock up my guilty married wet pussy. I have never been pounded that long, that hard, or that intense in my life. He was pounding me doggy style as he pulled the back of my hair railing me like I was his newest conquest. I felt dirty, I felt like a cheating slutty bitch in heat and I embraced that role with true joy rolling into the best orgasm of my life. It was wrong, selfish, and insane and i didn't care I wanted it all. As he cummed in me I realized we didn't even use a condom. I didn't even think or care in the moment. God I hope I didn't get pregant. Maybe I should do plan B.

    Later that night when Greg got home from work I felt so guilty the second i laid eyes on him. Out of guilt I tried to to make love to him. The sex was so bad I dudn't even cum but he sured did because he barely lasted 5 minutes. I rolled off him, turned my back as he went to sleep and texted Ryan that next week we should skip the gym and do our session at his apartment. I asked about condoms he said he'd rather not. I guess I'll start the pill. Don't judgr me.

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    # 74038 - by Jenna / October 16, 2024
    - My Cheating Heart -
    Straight Female / 34

    It Wasn't Even My Birthday

    I never imagined my life would take a turn like this at 34. Sure, I was the dedicated wife, with my husband’s favorite snacks always stocked and a schedule that was meticulously organized. But sometimes, it felt like I was starring in a sitcom where the laugh track was stuck on “awkward.”

    It all began at Lisa's birthday party—an event that, like every other gathering, promised too much small talk and too many cheese platters. After a couple of glasses of wine, I found myself leaning against the kitchen counter, munching on the leftover birthday cake, when I noticed him. Max—tall, with tousled hair and a playful grin that suggested he was a bit of a troublemaker.

    “So, what’s a woman like you doing in a place like this?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing.

    “Surviving on cake and pretending to enjoy small talk,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow. He laughed, and something inside me stirred. We started trading stories—mine about the most ridiculous things my husband had done, his about the worst dates he’d ever been on. It felt liberating.

    Eventually, our conversation drifted to our mutual disdain for the predictability of life. “Isn’t it funny how we all end up in these routines?” I mused. “Like, one minute you’re on top of the world, and the next, you’re discussing the merits of different brands of laundry detergent.”

    “Right? Like, when did that become the pinnacle of adulting?” he said, leaning closer. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, and my heart raced.

    The chemistry was electric. Before I knew it, we were both leaning in, our faces inches apart. And then it happened—our lips met. It was like a spark igniting a fire. Suddenly, I was engulfed in a wave of desire, and all thoughts of my husband faded into the background.

    “Do you want to get out of here?” Max asked, his voice low and inviting. My heart raced. This was it—the moment of truth. I thought about my husband, likely at home, binge-watching a crime documentary, and I felt a twinge of guilt. But the excitement bubbling in my stomach drowned out the voice of reason.

    We slipped out of the party, laughing as we ducked under the apartment building’s low-hanging awning, which promptly dumped rainwater on us. “Guess it’s just one of those nights!” I joked, feeling a thrill wash over me.

    Once we got to his place, the laughter quickly turned into something more heated. We stumbled into his living room, tripping over shoes and laughing at our own clumsiness. Clothes began to fly—my blouse got caught on a chair, and I had to wriggle out of it while trying not to laugh.

    “Is this how all affairs start?” I teased, my heart pounding with excitement.

    “I think we’re breaking new ground here,” he replied, and with that, we crashed onto the couch, laughter morphing into heated kisses.

    His hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t felt in years. I couldn’t help but think this was a scene out of a movie—two people finding unexpected chemistry in a ridiculously funny situation.

    As things escalated, the room filled with laughter and gasps, each moment more thrilling than the last. In the heat of the moment, I couldn’t help but think that maybe this was exactly what I needed—something fun, wild, and utterly outside the box.

    I would never have sucked my husband's dick with a passion I did to his. I sucked balls my the first time in my life because I wanted to impress him. This was not a chore to check off a list. I wanted him down my throat. I wanted him to litterally face fuck me hard. I wanted him to be my dirty little secrect that my husband never finds out about.

    When Max drilled my pussy from behind so hard I was screaming for joy "Don't Stop! Fucking cum in me!" I knew there was no condom, I knew I am not on birth control. But I also knew the memory of this one high risk guilty pleasure would get me through many nights of pathetic sex with my fat balding husband. Piunding me we cummed togther and I loved knowing I was secretly filled with another man's cum.

    Afterward, as we lay tangled together, I couldn’t stop chuckling. “So, do we exchange numbers or just pretend this was a fever dream?”

    “Let’s go with the latter,” he grinned, and in that moment, I felt free. Sure, I’d crossed a line, but sometimes, slipping into chaos was exactly what life needed.

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    # 74035 - by Hyna / October 15, 2024
    • - My Cheating Heart -
    Lesbian Female / 25

    The Woman In Me Calls For A Woman's Love, But I Belong To My Husband

    I knew I had lesbian feelings very early, but these feelings were dismissed and suppressed. I never did like any of the boys I dated, and never went beyond the bleachers, much less to first base. I had a girlfriend who was a bit chubby and she got a lot of heartburn from her mother. To me she was pretty. In high school I was very athletic and played both on the girls softball and the girl's lacrosse teams. Showers, sweaty, stinky girls, made my pussy sweat.

    In college I was taken against my will by a senior when I was a freshman and he pronounced me his girlfriend and all the time he was in grad school I was his maid and lover. I had more sex than I wanted, I became accustomed to it, although I didn't actively participate. I have very few memories of actually touching his penis, and none of ever putting his penis in my mouth. In my senior year I met this girl, she was stocky and built like a tank. And she liked girls. It wasn't long before I was under her and she was showing what girls can do. I had my first orgasm.

    She was my first overt love. The one I confessed to. The one that thought I was foolish for allowing a man to control me. She tried to get to him, but he shut her down immediately. I was scared that if she pushed she would find herself under him. I made sure he was happy and had all the sex he wanted. I was by then a very adept housekeeper and cook. This girl could not understand that I had no choice about it, by then he had full control over me. I never disobeyed him.

    After college I moved with him to Denver where he got a job working for a builder. All those men in shorts and all sweaty, not one of them did anything for me. Sweaty girls at the gym was a different story. Especially girls who obviously played softball and were never on the track team. For me a good set of hips and a good set of tits and a hot warm pussy drove me crazy. I liked girls who were bigger, taller and stronger than me. The more butch the better. I wanted to be made love to, just like I liked my boyfriend fucking me. It's submitting to his sexual pleasures, and likewise I wanted to submit to my gym girl's pleasures.

    She could tell immediately that my home sex scene was a man and not a woman. She taught me somethings I didn't know of. I didn't know, for instance, that licking a girl's butthole was how you showed submission. I had to meet her in private, off the radar. I was engaged and my husband to be wasn't one for sharing. When the day came to walk down the isle, I had sex with her first before my husband. If anything, getting married made my wants and desires for being with her grow stronger. She was a nuisance to my husband, little did he know I was licking her butthole. He caught us in the act, her head buried deep between my lets so she didn't hear him come in, and she misinterpreted me trying to get her off me.

    He wasn't amused, he wasn't forgiving. He came down hard on both of us. I didn't dare tell him that I had wants and he wasn't the one to satisfy them. She came close to telling him but she saw my eyes and stopped talking. We had to go back into the closet and keep things from him.

    I don't want to be known as a two timer, I never once in my life ever kissed another man or let another man touch me. He has no worries, I was virgin to him, and no other man has been where he's been. If only, but that's not how it works. I have needs, and those needs come with a girl. And for me, that girl is a battle tank and she can run all over me. She has strong thighs and biceps, she has a strong core and can lift 150 without breaking a sweat. Her panties are always wet with sweat when I take them off of her. I love when she rubs her wet sweaty panties in my face, it's an instant turn on. I grab her around the neck with my arms and kiss her, and let nature takes its course as she makes love to me. I am a lesbian, but I have a husband.

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    # 74006 - by Laura / October 14, 2024
    - My Cheating Heart -
    Straight Male / 37

    Have I Fucked Up?

    My wife's youngest sister Allison is a 29 year old spoiled child. A while back on a Friday night she calls my wife begging for her to come get her and bring her home from half way across the the state. She went out with her friends and then they got in a fight and she got stranded. My wife had to work the next day so she asked nicely if I'd go get her. I said fuck no, let her learn a lesson. My wife then started calling her other siblings and all said no. Basically everyone is fed up with her shit.
    Then my wife begs me and says otherwise she will have to go and have to call in to work the next day. Reluctantly I told her I'd go pick up the little piece of shit.
    I drive two hours mad as hell and pick her up at gas station. She was so happy to see me she just latched her arms around me and cried telling me how scared she was and how thankful she was that I "rescued her." Somehow I actually when from being pissed off to feeling bad for her.
    We still didn't talk much once we got in the truck, I thought she would just fall asleep. Then about half hour into the drive she moved from the passenger side of the bench seat to the middle and laid her head on my shoulder and put arm on my leg. Not going to lie, that annoyed me. As I shuffled a bit and was about to tell her to move back she ask if she could suck my dick to pay me back. I said stop fucking around. She said she really wanted to suck my dick to repay me. No strings attached. Against my better judgment I pulled off and went a few mile down a couny road, shut the lights off, pulled my dick out and let her do her thing.
    That little slut has some experience sucking cock! It felt amazing, levels better than my wife. After about 10 minutes of her sucking and me fingering her pussy and ass I filled her mouth with cum and she swallowed every last drop. She then said thank you, and after putting my cock up she laid her head on my leg and we drove the rest of the way home with my right hand still in her pants. She went to the guest bedroom, I went and cleaned my cock off and went to bed next to my wife.

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    # 73992 - by Jerry / October 13, 2024
    - My Cheating Heart -
    Straight Male / 35

    Cheated On Wife With Young Co Worker

    I work with this young beautiful 20yr girl. We work at the same assembly table together just the two of us at the table so it’s only each other to speak to. We’ve had conversations about just about everything my wife, her fiancé, weather, cars, sports, buying a home you name it. Recently the conversations have become more personal. She asked if she could ask a personal question. She wanted to know if married people really had less sex as she just recently got engaged and I guess she was curious about married life. I told her yes I’m my case we had less. She then asked what about other stuff. I told her if she meant blowjobs my wife hadn’t given me one in quite a while. I changed the subject and we continued working after a little while she just out of the blue said I’ll give you one, I said what, she said a blowjob. I laughed it off.

    At the end of our shift I was sitting in my truck getting ready to leave when she knocked on my window and asked you want one or not. She got in and we waited until all the other cars had left and drove to the back of the lot and she proceeded to give me the best blowjob of my life. I came she swallowed and I dropped her off at her car and she just said we’ll see you tomorrow and left

    We’ve worked together since then and nothing has changed, neither of us has mentioned it or acts like it even happened.

    I however don’t know how to feel I feel bad I cheated but glad I got a blowjob after so long without. Also I feel a little weird about her being only 20 like I took advantage because of the age gap even tho it was her idea.

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    # 73980 - by Co worker / October 12, 2024
    - My Cheating Heart -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 30

    Maybe It's Getting Older But I Need Her So Badly

    I'm now 30, with a split personality. I'm dykish on the one hand, and a man's slut bitch on the other. There's a girl who works here, I've wanted her since she was hired, but messing around with a coworker is so bad. My man doesn't know about this side of me, he wants the submissive accommodating me. If only he knew I'm horny as hell because of her.

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    # 73937 - by The crosseyed horny girl / October 10, 2024
    • - My Cheating Heart -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 58

    Is It Wrong?

    I go from feeling guilty one minute to feeling uncontrollably horny and needy the next. I’m married to a wonderful woman and at our age (52) we have good sex , maybe 6 times a month. I guess that’s about average for our age? I don’t know. The problem is I’m a high-testosterone guy. That’s not a brag or anything, it’s just a fact. I simply need to ejaculate much more often, like daily.

    I understand and appreciate that my wife only wants so much sex, and she basically (and nicely) says why can’t I just masturbate. Of course I do that, but the truth is my need is for pussy. It’s not an excuse, it’s part of my masculine primal need. I have strayed on occasion when weak or just overcome with need and the opportunity was there. I get flirted with a lot and have lots of offers. Part of me (the part that deeply loves my wife) hates that I give in at all and cheat on my beautiful wife, and part of me (the natural order primal man) wants to pound every woman that comes on to me.

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    # 73876 - by CS / October 7, 2024
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