Infidelity. Cheating. It can weigh you down. If you've been unfaithful to a boyfriend, girlfriend, or spouse, you should know that confession is good for the soul. Tell us all about what you did, when you did it, and who you did it with. Was it a neighbor? A co-worker? An in-law even? Maybe you had a lapse on a business trip, or you're maintaining a cyber-relationship. Heck, do you have multiple spouses? We want to know!

Office Romance

I put my hands under Gladys's blouse and touched her buxom tits, the tits I'd stared at during so many business meetings, the tits I'd dreamed about during so many years of working with her.

She shivered. I could tell her husband didn't appreciate her body. Gladys wasn't used to being touched.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear.

"Todd, it feels good to hear that, I admit. You mean a lot to me. But I have a husband, you have a wife, and we both have kids. We couldn't change our situations even if we were ready to!"

I ignored her reticence, hopefully the last defense that her conscious mind would mount, the last barrier it would erect. I moved a hand down and lifted up the back of her skirt.

No panties! The woman I'd been pining over for so long had worn no panties today. Was Glenda hoping today would be the day that we'd consummate our relationship? Or, was she in the habit of coming to work pantyless and teasing men?

I didn't dwell on that thought. Regardless of what she did with her husband and possibly with other men from our office, Glenda was all mine now.

I felt her pussy and she was WET!

I couldn't unzip my fly and fish my rock-hard cock out fast enough. Glenda sighed as I penetrated her.

"You're so much bigger than my husband, Todd!"

"That pencil-dicked putz doesn't deserve you." I thought of what she'd told me, about how her husband complained about her weight. Glenda was a bigger girl, it's true. But I didn't mind. In fact, I'd found that girls with "big bones" and some meat on them were more fun to cuddle with after sex.

"I'm about to nut in you."

"Pull out! I'm not on the pill! Oh God, pleeeeaaaase!"

As the first wave of man syrup shot from the tip of my cock straight up Glenda's cervix, I consoled her. "You felt too good inside for me to stop. If you get pregnant you will have a damn good reason to leave him and marry me."

I fingered Glenda to orgasm. I withdrew my cock, which was slick from my semen and her pussy juices. I kissed her.

"I love you, Ted!" Gladys blew me a kiss as I left the office.

  • Cheated On My Bf In The Next Room With An Older Guy From The Pub

    I have a bit of naughty confession to make.

    A few months ago me and my BF went to our local pub for a few drinks on a friday night. Before we even left for the pub my bf had a few drinks and was a bit tipsy.

    We got to the pub and sat down and ordered some drinks, and after a while we started chatting to this nice older guy on the table next to us. We seemed to hit it off and he insisted on buying our next few drinks. As the night went on, my bf got progressively more drunk, which was a bit annoying as I felt pretty horny and was hoping to make out when we got home.

    As it dawned me that my bf would be no use that night, I started having naughty thoughts about the other guy satisfying me instead. At one point he got up to go outside to smoke so i asked if I could join him. On the way I told him I quickly needed to pop the loo and would catch him up.

    I went to the loo, had a quick pee, then slipped my thong off and crumpled it up in my hand, I then headed to the smoking area and asked for a couple of tokes of his cigarette which he obliged. I then passed him back his cigarette and asked if he wanted a surprise. Surprised as my question he said yes, so I told him put out his hand and dropped my thong into his palm with a seductive look on my face. He's eyes lit up, he quickly looked around around and then quickly took a sniff before putting them in his pocket. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him, but I told him wait.

    We then headed back into the bar to join my BF. We had a couple more drinks, and by this point my bf was pretty drunk. My bf then suggested the three of go back to ours to have a few more drinks.

    We left and started heading back to ours. As we walked, we hung from my bf a bit and the older guy was getting a few feels of me under my skirt.

    When we got home, my bf poured us a drink and we all sat down in the lounge with some music playing. 45 minutes or so later my bf declared he had had enough and it was time to sleep. But as me and the older guy still had our drinks, he said I can catch him up later.

    After a few minuets I went to check him to find him passed out on the bed. I went back to the lounge, and then we proceeded to have mind blowing sex. I sucked his cock and he then ate my pussy. He then took me from behind and fucked me on the sofa. After we were done fucking, I sucked him some more and he eventually came in my mouth before getting dressed and leaving.

    Breeding My Friend's Wife

    This happened 38 years ago but I remember it clearly. I had fucked Donna a few times but figured that was over when she got married. She hadn't yet moved in with her husband and was still living alone in her own apartment. She asked me to come by to "talk."

    When I got there she was wearing a nightgown. I sat next to her on the couch and she didn't waste time giving me a big kiss, sticking her tongue down my throat. I was surprised and a little naive, thinking she'd regret what she was doing since she was married now. When I told her my concern, she told me to "shut up," unzipped my pants, and licked my cock until it was hard. I reached up her nightgown - she wasn't wearing panties and I started fingering a very wet pussy. She laid back, demanded "fuck me!" and guided my dick into her.

    She was wild, thrusting her hips, telling me to stick it in deep, and to pump her full. She told me, "You fuck so much better than my husband," which was such a turn on. I flooded her with my semen. I could feel her c**t pulsing in an orgasm. I remember being relieved that she was married at that point, because her husband would raise the baby if she got pregnant. Breeding a friend's new bride was so hot. I know it's wrong, but I got some smug satisfaction knowing that he'd never have exclusive married pussy. I may even have gotten to his new bride before he did!

    I didn't think much about it, but did know that Donna had her first son nine months after that. Just recently I went on an ancestry site that I had sent my DNA to. I put in their last name and found I'm a cousin of someone with that name. Pretty sure I have a 37 year old son.

    So that's my favorite sexual memory - fucking and breeding a friend's wife, watching her orgasm like crazy, and knowing that I changed their marriage, sex life, and family forever.

  • Yesterday

    Yesterday morning my husband wanted a blow job before he set off for work.
    I sucked his cock in our kitchen and only a minute after starting, took his load down my throat.

    At lunch time my boss asked me if I'd stay back when my colleagues went out to eat.
    As usual on a Monday I knew he'd be horny and I found myself lay across his desk having my pussy tongued before he stood up, turned me around and thrust up my pussy from behind.
    He fucked me for no more than a couple of minutes, then came inside of me before pulling out, leaving me feeling very frustrated.

    After work I should have been going straight home like a dutiful wife. Instead I headed over to Roy's home.
    Roy is an older man I met some years ago during a very hedonistic holiday.
    He's a very well endowed gent who just so happens to enjoy fucking me when I need his cock.
    And after being used twice yesterday, I needed to orgasm myself and wanted no strings attached sex.

    Roy welcomed me into his home, then spent forty five minutes giving me one hell of a fucking, after he'd already made me orgasm twice tonguing my pussy and arse.
    The thing with Roy who's fifty one, is he isn't a clingy man at all. So once he'd cum up my arse, filling my rear hole he told me to leave.

    I left to drive home finally sexually satisfied and Roys cum leaking out of my bum.

    Bumping Into An Ex

    I was out with friends from work on a typical night out, laughing and chatting over a few drinks at a cozy pub. The low hum of chatter and clinking glasses wrapped around us like a familiar blanket. The warm amber light made the place feel intimate, the kind of spot where time slows down just enough to notice the little things.

    And then I saw him—Jake. My old boyfriend. He was standing near the bar, looking just as handsome and confident as I remembered. Our eyes met, and suddenly the noise of the pub faded into the background. My heart skipped a beat.

    He made his way over, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Anne? Is that you?”

    I laughed softly, the warmth of nostalgia washing over me. “Jake. Wow, it’s been a while.”

    We slid into easy conversation, talking about life and the years apart, but beneath it all was that unmistakable tension—an electric pull neither of us could deny.

    “Looks like they’re closing up,” Jake said, a spark in his eye. He leaned in, voice low. “Want to come back to my place for one more drink?”

    I hesitated for only a moment before nodding, heart racing. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

    We slipped out into the cool night air, the city sounds fading behind us as we walked to his nearby house, perfect.

    The door barely closed before Jake’s hands were on me, pulling me close, his lips crushing mine with a hunger that left me breathless. I could feel the heat building between us, a tension that begged to be released.

    Slowly, I let my hands wander down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt, peeling it open so I could feel his skin beneath my fingers. His eyes darkened as I sank to my knees without breaking eye contact.

    I slid my hands to the waistband of his jeans, fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. As I eased them down, I could see the flush spreading across his skin. When I finally wrapped my mouth around him, the taste, the warmth—it hit me like a spark. I teased him slowly at first, running my tongue along the length, savoring the way his breath hitched and his fingers tangled in my hair.

    I took him deeper, feeling the roughness of his skin against my tongue, my lips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched the pulsing heat growing between us. The way he groaned, low and needy, sent a thrill straight through me. I looked up at him, eyes locked, daring him to lose control.

    His hands tightened in my hair, urging me on, and I responded, increasing the pace, my mouth exploring every inch with a mixture of softness and urgency. The tension built until I could feel him trembling, ready to let go.

    Then, suddenly, he let go—his body tensing as waves of pleasure rolled through him. I swallowed hard, but the sudden rush caught me off guard. I struggled for a moment to keep it down, my throat tightening around him as I fought the instinct to pull away. The taste was intense, almost overwhelming, but I stayed there, determined.

    When I finally managed to swallow, he pulled me close. “God, Anne,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “I’ve missed your blowjobs so much.”

    That raw honesty made my cheeks flush, and before I could respond, he captured my lips in a deep, lingering kiss that left us both breathless.

  • Affairs With Men Who Have Pregnant Wives

    Since I started meeting married men a few years ago, I've enjoyed comparing notes with other women in an adultery forum.

    Most will stop when they find out that their man's wife is pregnant. It's a line they won't cross. That's arbitrary and irrational, for people who are already involved in secret sexual relationships.

    These women are missing out on some urgent dick. You know the dick is good because it made a baby!

    More for me, I guess!

    I like dating men with pregnant wives. Some are not attracted to their wives' changing bodies, some are just scared that their wives have become delicate all of a sudden, and some are actually stuck emotionally because now they are responsible for a wife and a baby, which means no more freedom.

    Whatever the reason, these men are extra-horny and I get all the sex I need.

    When I know a guy is attracted to me (the men I meet are usually 10 to 25 years older than me) and that he has complex emotions about his wife's pregnancy, I spice things up.

    I become very innocent and vulnerable in bed, calling him daddy, pretending to be afraid but also wanting him to cum inside me, using his wife's name, yelling out, "Cum inside me! Fuck a baby into me!"

    I have an IUD so men can cum in me all day long. I don't tell them, though, so there's an element of risk for them.

    I like to say lovey things to them. We daydream together about what it would be like if they left their wives.

    I have a boyfriend around the same age as me, but he only allows vanilla sex. I will marry him when he asks because we get along. My sex life with married men fills in for what my BF can't give me.

    My Girlfriend Of Over A Decade Is Married.

    Me & my gf got together when we were around 20. We love each other (even after read this we do) and we had to go apart due to college & work. We did (and still do) chatting cam'd sexted everything...she has had some emotional outbursts (deep depression) even before we met but i understood that and I always calmed her down...and randomly she had 5 yrs ago and went silent for a week..

    I kept texting & calling and she told me she just had a break down. I accept it and we go back to normal for years after....but then she is showing me some awards she was getting for her education & job...she doesn't realize her last name is on it & it isnt her last name...so I did some digging & when she went silent she got married to a guy in college. She doesn't know I am aware of it.

    We do have plans to marry & move in together next year (we both finished with stuff) but I am waiting for her to confess what she did or if she will act like never happened.

    I love her but I am hurt she has lied to me for yrs. Love makes people do dumb things & I do love her still even knowing its dumb to do so...

    Uh Oh. I'm Panicking Due To Serious Situation.

    I still really can't explain how it happened. I mean, I remember how playful she was, and then how she started to flirt when no one was watching, and finally, how she came over one day when my daughter was out, my wife was out, and I could no longer resist her.

    She is old enough to drive but not old enough to vote.

    I don't know what she saw in me. I mean, I'm her friend's dad. I'm not one of the cool dads who took the group out for ice cream or laser tag. All I did was to welcome my daughter's friends in our home.

    Marissa was getting sick in the morning so we did a test yesterday. She is carrying my child.

    It's all ridiculous and pretty hopeless, given the difference in our circumstances. I have a wife, a daughter and a son. She has her parents and her brother.

    She's going to leave for university in two years. I teach at a university.

    Having a baby would cause big changes in both families. I don't know if my marriage can survie this. I also don't want her to have to defer her schooling.

    We still have a few weeks to decide what she wants to do.

    I mean, if she wants to have our baby, deep down inside I will be really happy and I'll have those hard conversations with my family and with hers.

    I know most men my age don't get a choice like this. The chance to run away and start a new life with a young girl, well, every time I make love to her I think what it would be like if we were in a new, judgment-free place and if she agrees to be my wife. We would be so happy!

    Now we can only make love during certain windows of time on certain days. I really can't go more than 2 or 3 days without being inside her. I'm imagining her panting under me as I bring her to orgasm and I blast my sperm inside her, and then we kiss and cuddle.

    So, knowing what's at stake but also how much my daughter's friend and I love each other, what would you do, keep the pregnancy and run off together? Or be safe and she aborts it this time but we keep planning for a future together after she graduates?

    It Just Happened

    I’m upset with myself and having zero regrets at the same time. Married for 18 years to my best friend. He’s more than 10 years older than I am, treats me and my kids like we are his life. We had some wild times and when we first started having sex we were just sex buddies. After we truly became a couple we both had a person on the side to have casual sex with. I think I did it so he could do it. His person was married, never getting divorced but wanted side action. If he gave her up, she rod would have found another side cock. He didn’t know who my FWB was, he never asked a name, never wanted details. Complete opposite of me, I needed to know to cope with it.

    After we married we both stopped seeing other people.

    During covid we were both working from home, both bored and we started having drinks every night to pass the time. Well one of those nights, with my husband watching I fucked another man, Tony, he was huge in comparison to hubby. It was what I needed at the time. I was honestly thinking about leaving my wonderful husband because I had woman brain going on. I offered my hubby to find some fun, but it’s a different game for men. So we met a swing couple and he fucked the woman as her husband are me out. Their deal, not ours I kept fucking Tony, with my husband knowing for a couple years.

    For the past 3 years we have been vanilla. We talk about bringing some one else into the bed, usually the conversation is for me to find a guy, but we never follow through.

    This week my husband is out of town. I decided to have a few margaritas and grab dinner. Well I did and I had too many. I ate at the little bar and met two guys that are in town for work. One of the guys matched me drink for drink and shot for shot. At the end of the night I was going to call my Uber. The other guy didn’t drink so they offered to drive me home. I playfully got in the back seat, I was drunk so it seemed funny that we pretend the other guy was our driver. You can guess what happened. We were making out and honestly I was sucking his cock without really thinking it through.

    We get to my house, they came in and I had unprotected sex with both of them most of the night. I had to call in sick the next day.

    I want to do it again.

  • What A Ride

    I've been married for 20 years. I worked as nurse before retiring early after a bad car accident. It was ok tho. I got to raise my beautiful daughters. One is at college and the other is taking classes at the local community college. Last year my husband lost his job. We were not worried about it at first. We had a decent amount in our savings. And we were confident he could find another job. After looking for months, My husband decided to take some classes and earn his CDL again. He had it in the past but let it lapse

    With our savings dwindling we both decided to to side jobs. He would mostly does the ride sharing jobs, and I did food delivery and delivery of other things. One night the food delivery apps were slow. I decided to do ride sharing. I had a few quick rides. I was happy that I was making something at least.

    I got my next pick up. I was excited because it was a longer drive so the money was decent. The airport pick up and drop offs usually tip good. The name looked kind of familiar.

    When my passenger jumped in, it took me a few minutes to recognize him. He was a guy I knew from high school. He was an athlete played all the major sports, he was super popular. I looked in the mirror and I could see time and life had taken their toll on him. When he jumped in, I asked him if he wanted a water or a snack.

    The drive started out quiet. All of the sudden he he sits up and says my name. It's kind of unique so he seemed to recognize me. We started talking. He was asking why I wasn't at the school reunion and stuff. I joked that people didn't miss me anyways. We started talking about the old days. He told my that one of his friends had a huge crush on my. I was surprised. I was this tall, skinny, clumsy, awkward goth girl who kept to herself.

    It was nice reminiscing. He asked if we could stop at a gas station. I told him ok. I was about to stop the app and wait but he said to let it keep going. While he was inside shopping I sat in the car thinking. I couldn't believe that he recognized me and he was talking so highly of me. When he returns we started driving again. We started talking. He pulled out a pack of gum. When he hand it to me I was a little surprised. It was my favorite brand. But it's and older brand and flavor that not a lot of people like. I was literally turning red. He tells me he remembers that I used to like that brand. And our class I smelt like that him so Everytime he saw it. He thought of that goth girl.

    I was 20 minutes into the hour long drive. He asked if we could stop again to get some food. The only place without a huge line was fastfood. He grabbed himself a good amount of food. As we pulled of he hands me a burger. I refused be he insisted. So I munched my burger while we talked. He starts telling me that he remembers for picture day I was wearing this black dress, he goes on to describe my outfit in detail. From the knee high chucks to the black bow in my hair, and everything in-between. I could feel myself turning red.

    I was flattered. I didn't think he knew I was alive and here is this guy who I had this huge crush on, telling me he thought about me and that outfit for over 20 years. I asked him if he really thought about that outfit and he admitted to having a crush on me. He started to describe some of my other outfits and articles of clothing. He jokingly blamed me for his addiction to goth and alt. Girls.

    I admit to having a crush on him also. I told him how I would watch him at practice or during p.e. I let it slip that one time my mom caught me kissing his picture. He admitted to almost being caught also. When I asked what that meant he wouldn't answer. I asked again he finally told me he was almost caught masterbating to me.

    I should have ended the conversation there but I didn't. I asked him why he was masturbating over me. He started telling me how sexy he thought I was. I started watching him rub himself on the mirror. He was telling me all of my outfit he remembers. My fishnets, thigh highs, and wedge shoes, he was remembering more stuff than I did.

    Usually I had wait for the hubby little blue friend to kick in or till his penis pump worked. But with this guy as says we walked in the door he was hard as a rock and pounding me. He bent me over and starts to penetrate me doggy style. I love doggy style sex, but my husband is to chubby and his penis is a little bit to small for it.
    It felt so good for him to be pounding me from behind. He layed me on his kitchen table and started to eat me out. He spit on my pussy before spanking it a few times. After we started having sex again. I orgasm fast. When he was about to cum he was going to pull out. I told him not to. I have my tubes tied so I can't get pregnant. I let him creampie me. This has become a regular thing now

    On the long drive home. I was think about what I do. I feel horrible. But at the same my husband has been saying our sex life has gotten better.