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I'm a 34 year old married guy. My wife is 32, and we have been married for 9 years. Recently, my wife's younger sister had been having some problems in her personal life, and wound up moving in with us. I wasn't really happy about it, because I like having my space and privacy, but I wasn't going to tell my wife no; as long as she wasn't here for too long. Kelly (my wife's sister) and I have always gotten along fine. Sometimes I think I get along with her better than my wife does, lol. She's 24, and she's almost like just a younger, slightly more curvy, party-girl version of my wife. 5'5, probably 175 lbs. or so. 36dd. She's thick, and likes to wear clothes that leave very little to the imagination. I don't know how many times there have been just around the house where I've had to make sure not to stare at her. And it's even worse when she goes out to have fun.

Anyway, just last Saturday, Kelly had gone out to a club with some friends. Both of our kids were spending the night at their grandma's, and my wife and I just spent the night at home, did some drinking, and had the same old boring sex before she went to sleep. Typical night without the kids.

I was laying in bed next to my sleeping wife when her sister texts me "can you come let me in? I can't find my keys." It's not surprising that she would try asking me first, because she knows it would anger my wife a lot more of she'd have asked her. It was almost 3:30 in the morning and she was coming home drunk.

I threw on some pants and ran downstairs to open the door and let her in. She was dressed to kill, as usual. A short, tight black dress that hugged her big round ass, and barely kept her tits in, and black heels. I'm sure I was staring but wasn't really worried. We made small talk for a little as she sat on the couch, taking off her shoes and then her bra. One of her tits popped out of her dress as she took off the bra, but I didn't say anything as she just went "oops get back in there" and tucked it back in.

She asked me if my wife and I had fun during our alone time, and I just told her "yeah, you know how that goes with her. Lots of fun." And we both laughed. I was still pretty buzzed, and I thought about staying up for a while to hang out, but figured it'd be best if I headed back to bed. I told her goodnight and headed back up.

I couldn't sleep. I think 30 minutes had passed, when I start to hear some moaning coming from downstairs. I got up, poked my head around the corner on the stairs, and there's Kelly, on the couch. Her phone in one hand as she stared at it, and her other hand down her panties, fingering herself. The moaning I heard was from the porn she was watching on her phone. I watched for a moment before shaking my head and turning around to head back upstairs. But before I went back in, I turned around to go look again. Kelly looks good, period. She had actually changed out of the dress she was wearing. Now she just had on this sphagetti strap tank top and some pretty small panties. There was plenty of light to reveal her ridiculous body.

I stood on the stairway and stared at her as she fingered herself. Eventually I started to stroke my hard-on. She was really going at it, and getting loud. I just kept jerking. But then she turned her head from her phone and looked right at me. She knew I was there. Only she didn't stop. She looked right at me and kept going, biting her lip and closing her eyes in the process, and then smiling. I froze for a moment. I was so turned on.

And then I went down the stairs. I slowly approached her as she kept pleasuring herself, and I stood right next to her, with my pants now down around my ass and my cock in my hand. I never had a shirt on to begin with. She just kept going, sometimes looking at me, sometimes closing her eyes. But she was definitely enjoying my presence.

I don't know how much time I let pass before I just decided to go for it. I took off my pants and boxers, and I moved onto the couch and in between her legs, as she opened them up to allow me in. I slid off her panties before fully getting into position, as she slid back a little bit to get more comfortable. I placed my cock right on the tip of her pussy and teased her. Then I wound up rubbing the tip of my cock on her clit until she was cumming. That didn't take long, as she had gotten herself most of the way there already. And when she came, and got pretty loud, I shoved my cock inside my wife's sister's pussy. I hadn't been with anyone besides my wife in over 12 years, and it felt great. She let out a loud moan and pulled me in, as she still shook from the orgasm she was having. I wound up pulling down the straps of her shirt and she helped get her arms out, and I pulled it down to expose those gorgeous big tits. I played with them as I started to fuck her slowly but hard. She moaned and closed her eyes, saying "fuck yeah. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck my little pussy." This was different for me already, lol, because my wife doesn't really talk dirty at all. I was into it.

I told her how fucking tight her pussy was, which was true. It gripped my cock much tighter than my wife's seems to. I actually had to fuck her pretty hard to go deeper and deeper inside her. We both talked dirty as I fucked her. And she'd ask me if she was better than her sister, my wife, and I was honest and told her "fuck yeah." She really seemed to like that.

I don't know how long I lasted, but I know it was a while. I was still buzzed, and I had already cum once earlier that night, so I was good to go, lol. When it was time for me to cum, being that I wasn't wearing a condom, I pulled out. But she told me "no... put it back in, please" in her best moan/whine voice. I told her "I'm going to cum." And she looked right into my eyes and said "put it back in." She didn't have to tell me twice. I shoved it back and and fucked her hard until I was unloading my cum inside her. She moaned and wrapped her legs around me. I kept my cock inside her and fingered her clit until she was cumming again.

I pulled out, and sat back. We stared at each other and smiled wide at me. Eventually she stood up and said "well fuck, that was fun." I just stared at her gorgeous body, as she stood in front of me wearing nothing but the tank top that was now crumpled up and down over her waist.

I wanted more. She looked great. I've always loved my wife's ass, but Kelly's is even bigger and more round. She noticed I was still staring at her, and she asked me "mmm... do you want to go again?"

I didn't even say anything. I just got up and stood in front of her, kissing and groping her hard. I turned her around and gripped her ass. She wound up getting down onto the floor and into doggy position. I fucked her like that until I came inside her again. She was LOUD. We both were. Looking back, it's amazing my wife didn't hear. It probably helped that she had been pretty drunk herself and must have been out cold. When we were done we just kind of laid in the living room floor, side by side, rubbing each other's bodies. Other than the obvious conversation about "year, we better not tell Michelle(my wife)", we were pretty quiet. I eventually wandered off to take a shower and to bed, and she went to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, when all of us were up, almost every time my wife would look away, Kelly would be smiling at me. She was still wearing the tank top I had fucked her in, and ..(continue confession)

I have been having an affair with a gal from my office for almost a year now. We are both married but our spouses are not satisfying our needs at home. It started over lunch one day with her making a remark about being grouchy because she wasn't getting enough. I told her I understood because my wife always seemed too tired for sex.

The Christmas party rolled around and that's where it started. Both her husband and my wife didn't want to attend and they barely socialized with anyone. We met in the staff kitchen, she was wearing this dress and heels that I couldn't take my eyes off, I wasn't the only one to notice for sure. We couldn't blame it on the booze, neither of us had that much to drink. We just looked into each others eyes and knew there was something happening between us.

The New Years Eve party is where we kissed for the first time. We were in the back office helping our co workers set up the bar. She gave me a nod and looked over at a door leading to another office. She left first and I followed a few minutes later.

We kissed like it was a our last day on earth. By the time we pulled away, most of her lipstick was on my mouth and my cock was so hard it was visible through my dress slacks. We both went to the bathroom to get ourselves together. My lips were redish from her lipstick, I left the bathroom when my erection subsided.

We met at a hotel a week later near our office after work. We fucked like animals for almost two hours, neither of us satisfied but we had to get home. Since that day we meet twice a month at the same hotel and fuck our brains out. If her husband or my wife is away, we try to see each other then as well.

Stood with my fiance Andy in a queue at a well known theme park here in the UK last week, I felt a hand slip up my short skirt from behind. I knew it couldn't be Andy, as he was stood in front of me. I also knew with Andy's temper, if I told him or reacted badly, they'd be a fight.
As we stepped forwards and then stood again, the person slid his or her (I didn't dare look round at first) back up my skirt, but carried on and slid their fingers inside my knickers. Moving a little I felt my pussy lips part then felt a finger slide inside my wet pussy.
Andy turned his head at one point, to tell me we'd wait for the front seat. Which meant a much longer wait for the ride. However I was having a ride of my own and I was almost ready to orgasm. Luckily for the person and for me, the queue moved quicker than I first thought and we were soon on the ride. Afterwards I saw an older guy stood staring at me as we exited the ride, and he looked so handsome.
It was about half an hour later again stood waiting, but this time we were near to a burger stall. Andy was hungry, but I didn't want anything, so I stood to the side close to a large bush. I noticed the guy walking over smiling and then standing close behind me. I should have walked away but I didn't, I stood there letting him take my hand and guide it behind me. Seconds later I had my right hand gripped around a very thick pulsating cock and I was getting so fucking horny.
It was Andy returning that stopped me stroking the guys cock anymore, but Andy had noticed something. Asking me if I was okay, he looked straight at the man, then said to him "You want something fella". In a very husky voice, the guy replied "Nah mate, just trying relax after being on that ride earlier".
We/I didn't see the guy again for a couple of hours, and by then Andy had had quite a few beers he'd snook in. Telling me he was going to the toilet, I said I'd take the opportunity to go myself. I'd literally only just entered when I had my hand grabbed, and I turned to see the older handsome guy from earlier. Smiling at me, he said "We aint got a lot of time, fancy a quickie". Again I know I shouldn't have done anything, but I found myself in a stall with him, my knickers torn off, my short skirt lifted up onto my back, and I was bending over the toilet seat about to take a huge cock up my pussy from behind.
It was like a hurricane inside the small space as the guy thrust into me so hard and so quickly. And he didn't stop slamming into me even though I was moaning loudly. Reaching around in front of me, he began to rub on my clit and within seconds I was orgasming. Still shaking from my climax, he thrust into me one last time and I felt his cock let go up my pussy.
Cleaned up and buzzing from such a wonderful fuck, I left the toilets before the guy did. Andy was sat on a bench lolling to one side as he fighting to stay awake. He didn't see the guy walk out of the ladies and he didn't see him pass me a piece of paper. A couple of girls gave me a knowing look, but no one said anything, and ten minutes later Andy and I were walking out of the park to our car. As Andy snored in the passenger seat on the way home, I pulled over, put the number into my phone and sent a text. The reply I got back was "When where and I do I get to have all of you". When I asked him replying "What more would you want", I got back "Your mouth and arsehole around my cock".
Myself and Andy live only twenty minutes drive away from the area the guy lives in. Next weekend Andy's traveling with his brother to an away football game. I've already had a dirty two sided picture text conversation with Michael, the older man from the theme park. And next weekend he's booked us into a hotel close to a very select golf club. From our sexual conversation and seeing his gorgeous cock in the pictures he sent me, I'm guessing I'm going have the fucking of my life. And I cannot wait.

Alcohol Makes Me Forget I Have A Boyfriend

So I’m a 21 year old college student from Ireland. I’m in my second last year. I’ve been in a relationship with a guy since I was 18 and it’s been amazing in every way. We’re pretty much soulmates, we’re best friends, we never argue or fight, and the sex I great. That is apart from the fact he wants to have a threesome and I’m just not sure. So let’s get to the important bit. Basically 75% of my course is guys and we are all very close and friendly. We go out 2 maybe 3 nights a week after college drinking and clubbing, just having fun. We all get along and look out for each other so my boyfriend never comes out as he works full time. He puts a lot of trust in me and is in no way jealous that I hang around with a lot of college guys. They’re all aware of my relationship and are respectful for the most part. (Some drunken flirting always happens but that’s harmless) I am a very open girl and confident in myself. I do attract a lot of their attention on nights out as I do leave little to the imagination with how I dress but there’s nothing wrong with being confident in yourself. I have 32D Boobs which I take full advantage of. If ya got it flaunt it. I’m sure there are no complaints from my mainly male friends. So to the point.
It was one night out recently and we were all out. All of us girls got ready together and met the guys out in a bar. Standard night. I was wearing a tight black dress with a very deep plunge so the boobs were there for the world to admire. Again, the attention was to be expected. I was in such a good mood as we were just finished our term and it was the last night out before a weeks break. We got drinking and dancing and it was so much fun. We went to our usual spots and drank a lot. So the final destination as always was the night club. The girls were wasted and had to head early. Usually I would go but I was just enjoying myself too much and the guys said that if I wanted to stay they’d bring me home. So I stayed and we had great fun. We danced and roasted each other as guys tend to do. I felt like one of them which was great but remembered every now and again of our differing genitals. It had gotten to the point of the night where I’m drunk horny and I would usually ring my boyfriend if he was up and flirt with him, but he was fast asleep and wouldn’t answer. I got dancing with one of the guys in my course who I have always admitted I had a soft spot for. He was very attractive but also always respectful of my boyfriend. Tonight he was so drunk. So drunk that we sat down together and he told me that he had wished I was single. This aroused my curiosity. I questioned further as to why he wished that and what he would do if I was. He told me of how he’d bring me back to his and do unspeakable things to my vagina. I got turned on by this but I ignored it for now. I asked him that he take me home. As we walked to the exit he held my waist as if we were together. Thankfully nobody seen us. I was hoping my boyfriend was still awake as he was supposed to let me in and the girls had gone home. I was left stuck. The guy I was with (Conor), offered his couch and promised he would behave himself. Of course I agreed gratefully. We got walking and talking and the flirting got heavier the further away we got from people. Eventually we headed through an empty car park and at this point my feet were sore from the heels and my body kind of cold as I was literally just wearing a dress and a very sexy thong. He stopped to pee in a bush and I happened to catch a glimpse of his penis. He was hung and so well groomed, something I can appreciate in a man. I passed comment on it jokingly and he joked back that I could touch it. For a laugh I grabbed it pretending to be reluctant but inwardly I was very aroused. He zipped his jeans back up and I stated that it was only fair he seen something of mine, he said that he agreed and peeled my dress down to uncover my nude white tits. I could tell he was turned on by this. He asked to feel them so I let him. Gradually he started soft and got more aggressive. We were completely alone so I ignored my head and listened to my pussy. I grabbed his growing cock and unzipped his jeans. His cock was throbbing as I got to my knees and started to kiss it. I licked it up and down and enjoyed it. I began to swallow as much of it as I could and sucked him as well as I could. He moaned a lot so I could tell he was enjoying it. I knew he was close to finishing so I sucked harder. Then I felt him twitch and jolt as I felt a river of hot liquid flow down my throat. I licked all of it off him and cleaned him up. We headed back to his and he flung me on his bed and pulled my dress off. We started to make out aggressively while naked in his bed. He put me on my belly and started clapping my petite cheeks from behind as I moaned like a cumslut. I certainly didn’t sound like a girl in a long term relationship with another guy but I just enjoyed this way too much. He fucked me so hard and fast and with no mercy. We were so drunk that he ended up cumming in me. I shouldn’t have let him really but it was just too good. He walked off for a bit and left me in a hot mess as my boyfriend had left me a text asking if I was ok. I replied sayin I was staying in a friends and had got a loan of some of her pjs. I told him I had an early night, little did he know his girlfriend had just been railed by a college guy without a condom or pulling out.

Im 23 and I ALWAYS firmly believed I would NEVER have sex with a married man. But then I met "Jim" we will call him. And he was AMAZING....and 32 and just completely awesome and SO HOT. HaS a good job, a house, a nice car, and sadly a wife. After knowing him and seeing him quite often for about a year. He was texting me one night and I just couldn't help myself...I sent him a semi naughty pic....and he loved it...told me how terrible it was but i just couldnt stop...he was just so amazing and sexy....so after a few more racy pics and some flirting he went to bed...but not after saying he would be coming over that weekend. And He did....and we had sex...it was sooo amazing...but sad at the same time. I knew it was wrong. I knew he knew it was wrong. We were just so attracted to eachother....and he was good too. Ahhh I knew he probably wouldn't leave his wife for me but I did it anyways, not that I was hoping he would...just because I had the chance to...We had sex the next night too. I know he felt terrible though, and about a week after that his wife kinda freaked out a bit...and I think he might of told her. But needless to say I dont see him anymore, and sometimes I wish I could give up those two nights with him....just to have him back as a friend. But then other times I feel lucky for the two nights we shared.

My boyfriend's best friend lives down the street from me. Last weekend, my bf went to see his grandmother. Kenny (his friend)came jogging down the street. His shirtless body was so hot, and his sweaty pecs and abs turned me on big time. I asked him in to have a coke, and he said yes. I grabbed a towel and wiped off his chest, before I knew it we were kissing, and he he was pulling my clothes off. We had sex right on the kitchen floor, and it was mind blowing. He is soo much better (and bigger) than my bf.

I'm currently having an affair with my best friend's girl friend and we're secretly screwing one another behind his back. I should feel guilty about this but I don't. He doesn't seem to have a fucking clue what's going on. What's funny is when we're together and I ask him how good she is in bed, he gives me these laborate stories about how she's the best piece of ass he's ever had and her pussy is the best he's ever tasted and so forth. Of course, all this shit he's telling me I know about first-hand! In short, I am a complete SOB but hey, you only go around once in life, so I say live it up while you can and the rest of the world can go fuck itself!

I travel often for work. I work closely with many people in different offices across the country. Temptation is ever present. In the past year I've had an email relationship with a coworker in one of our offices overseas. We flirted, etc. but I didn't think it would really go any further. She's is an incredibly sexy woman. Slim with plenty of curves in the right places with a beautiful smile.

She's a single woman in her early twenties, I'm 40 and married.

This past weekend I made a regular trip to our out of town office. We agreed to meet for lunch at my hotel and a few drinks. Both of us were aware of the potential fuel we were adding to the fire but we didn't think much would take place. Wink, wink. I guess we were trying to fool ourselves.

She actually had a date with her boyfriend the evening of the day we met for lunch. I kept buying her drinks and a few shots of tequila. Each time she mentioned her date I bought her another drink. We chatted and laughed all afternoon. It was a great time. When she started giggling and leaning into me I KNEW she was skipping her date. "I hate you", she'd say, smiling while giving me one her silly laughs.

I have to admit, I'm not a young gun anymore. It's amazingly flattering to have a young woman in her glorious youth express sexual interest. It's like a drug. My ego was 50 feet tall. I had to have her. I asked if she wanted to go somewhere private. I barely had time to pay the bill and get her on the elevator. We were all over each other, kissing and touching.

She was astonishing sexy. You guys know what I'm talking about... incredibly passionate kisses with her curves pressing against you. The sexual hunger.

The best sex, is always the "first time" sex. It's full of physical passion. Raw, pure sex. Pillow throwing, clothes flying, loud grunts/moans, everything knocked off the lamp table, kind of sex. It never lasts, of course. But its never something to miss.

p.s. she just called me, she's coming to see me again. J

OK, I'm really close to my best friend (obviously), and it was her boyfriend who introduced me to MY boyfriend. both of our men live in the same house, and i'm moving in with her in july (me and her are in uni). I'm also quite close to her boyfriend, i've allways gotten on better with lads though.

But, it was about 2 weeks ago, it was one of our friends birthday's, and we'd gone round to hers for pre-drinks. here's the problem, we were very drunk when it happened and what WAS a passing hug turned into a little more than a kiss (note: we were fully clothed). as an extra note, we have said to each other openly that we are atracted, but both love our partners very much. it was lust more than anything. we felt so stupid afterwards and kept shtum.
We all always meet up on a sunday for the local pub quiz, and my boyfriend couldnt come, he's starting a new job the monday. so it was me, my best mate, him, and my other friend. we went back to my best mates, hadnt really drunk, stone cold sober by this point. My other friend had been having some trouble so my best mate stayed with her after we'd all talked and her boyfriend offered to walk me home seeing as it was dark. I saw no problem with this, he'd walked me home before, we were friends. I'd also been having some problems back home with my family, and it was nice to have someone to talk to on the way home (my uni home). we had a nice chat, and i'd cleared my head a bit. It was freezing out so I invited him in for a moment to get warm. (my house is always boiling) we went upstairs, my housemates were busy drinking in the front room. and this is where things got interesting. When I'm thinking, I tend to drift off into nothing, and he asked the dreaded question, "what are you thinking?" my reply ended up as another kiss, that kiss almost leading to sex, after some flirtatious banter and even after a discussion of how we really shouldnt be doing this.... things got quite passionate and heated, but we stopped before anything more happened. again, we said we'd keep shut, lust is a stupid feeling. but despite this agreement to not take it any further, we both agreed that it added some exitement, jumping round every corner incase we get caught out. I don't want it to happen again, it would break my boyfriends heart, and it would ruin at least 4 peoples current lives.
But at the same time, I secretly wish we had of taken it further when we could, and even though we promised ourselves, I have a feeling we could.

i was fucking my best friends girlfriend for about 3 months, pleasuring her in the most erotic ways, and he couldnt make her orgasm like i could, so we kept going, she didint care, and he never knew, and i was cheating on my girlfriend on top of it, so i said fuck it, its a friend thing, and ive been pleasuring her ever since!