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My wifes new boss is stunning. She's a very good looking older woman, who I know is a real slut in the bedroom.
I know she's a real slut, because last Christmas I met her in a hotel I was staying in, when I was away working in the city sixty miles from our home.
We chatted about our respective partners, as she's married too. We chatted about work, but most of all after a few drinks, she spoke to me about having some fun up in her room.
I followed her up about ten minutes after she left the bar. And had my face buried in her pussy five minutes after entering her room. She had me lick and tongue her pussy. She made me suck in her huge clit until she came squirting all over my face, and she had me tongue her asshole as I fist fucked her soaking wet c**t.
Fucking her was just sheer dirty, as she rubbed away hard on her clit making herself cum, once again smothering my cock with her juices. It wasn't until I began to fuck her ashole though, that she really turned into a foul mouthed slut, telling me she wanted me to fuck the shit out of her. I wasn't wearing a condom, so when I came deep up her asshole, my cum flooded her rear hole.
I lay back and thought how well I'd fucked this older woman, when she got up, squatted over my face and told me to lick out my cum from her ass. As I probed her rear fuckhole she leant forwards and took my anal juiced covered cock into her mouth and sucked on my dick so hard, she began to stretch it upwards. By the time I cleaned out her asshole, my cock was erect again.
She stood up, gripped my cock and lead me into the shower. As the water flowed over us I fucked her pussy and asshole again. As I was about to cum, she spun me around dropped to her knees and had me spunk my load all over her tongue. I thought she going to spit it out, she didn't she swallowed the lot.
Holding my face as she stood back up, she kissed me and I could taste my own cum as our tongues wrapped around each others. Parting I thought that was it, but she wasn't finished. Pushing me down with the water splashing over my face, she lifted her left leg, gripped my hair and pushed my face into her pussy. I spent the next five or so minutes sucking on her labias and her engorged clitoris. She nearly dropped when she came and as she did all her weight squashed her pussy into my face.
We went back to the bedroom where she made me a drink. I drank it as she explained her husband couldn't fuck her the way she needed it and that's why she sought out younger men like myself.
As I walked back to my room, I thought to myself "I'm so glad he can't".
A New Year has brought the woman back into my life, as my wifes company was bought out last August. And only last week I got to meet the new head person, the new beautiful female boss. None other than the woman who I have to say, gave me the best sexual time of my life.
I don't know where it will go from here. What I do know is if she wants sex again, I honestly don't think I could resist her.

I am lying here with my girlfriend next to me, both of us naked, satisfied and with the same guys sperm inside each of us. She got me into this, she likes bi sex in her younger men. She finds other men to fuck, and then eventually gets them into idea of her being in a cuckold relationship and they start fucking in front of me, then she "makes" me clean them. Next, I'm sucking them to get them hard and they fuck her and she makes them pull out and cum in my mouth to supposedly humiliate me. Eventually after they fuck her, she has me get them hard again, and feigns some sort of excuse and gets them to fuck me in our bed while she watches.

Greg was great, he is very handsome, I'm 22 Kellie is 32 and Greg is 45 with the body of a 21 year old swimmer and just the right amount of hair on his chest comparing to my hairless body. He is terrific in bed, and has a very thick 7" long cut cock. Little does he know that our fun is knowing we both have his cum inside us, we lie here getting horny as hell to fuck each other into oblivion, but it is his last fuck with Kellie. She cuts the guys off after she gets these macho straight guys to fuck me, another guy.

It's a shame Greg was a good fuck, but she will find a replacement, she always does. Having naturally blonde pussy hair is like a cock magnet.

So forgot to close blinds after housekeeper came last week. My next door neighbors balcony can see into my living room when she is on the end. Was masturbating to some softcore movie on skinimax (cinemax). Right as I was about to climax I heard weird noise on living room window. It was neighbor throwing ice from her drink at my window letting me know she was there. Was really embarrassed and covering up as she smiled and laughed. As I went to window to close blinds mouthing "sorry" through window she told me to unlock my front door and comeback upstairs. I did and to my surprise she was still on her balcony when I came back upstairs. She told me to go back to what I was doing. I was a little reluctant at first but agreed hoping she was building up her nerve to come over. I didn't even here the front door open so focused on my neighbor on the balcony watching me stroke. So you can imagine my shock when I heard a felt a soft hand touching my shoulder while still looking at my neighbor on the balcony. Apparently it wasn't just the neighbor that had seen me but her girlfriend that was over drinking with her on the balcony. Her girlfriend wasn't quite a cute as her but apparently was twice as horny. She had me move over to the loveseat closest to the window to give my neighbor a better view. We ended up putting on a nice little sex show for my neighbor. She watched as we went down on each other and started to fuck. Her friend was quite vocal and I wondered if anyone could see or hear us from the sidewalk below. I don't think my neighbor realized what I had started to do to her friend at first until she moaned "fuck my ass baby" At that point she covered her mouth giggling in shock that her friend was letting me fuck her ass with her watching. It all ended as I pulled out and came all over her friends back.

Still don't know that friends name and haven't spoken to my neighbor since.

I dont really know what heading to put this under so I guess this is as good as any. I found this site about a week ago I guess.
I keep reading all of these stories wit women sleeping wit married men. I think it kind of hurt me at first. Knowing that not only are so msny married men are cheating...who didnt know that but that there are so many females who are going after them because they like that. Who would like that and omg why??! Well I still dont really know the answer to that but it was on my mind sunday evening when I boarded a plane in Houston to return home to ohio.
I had the window seat and next to me sat the most goodlooking man on the whole plane. I noticed right away that he had a ring and thank to this site I decided if women were doing things like fucking married nen there was nothing wrong with me flirting with just this one hehe.

I found out that he was going to Chicago for a week for business. I told hom that I had never been to chicago except the airport so I was staying with him. He laughed like I was joking, but I wasnt. At this point I was kind of seeing wgat was in it. We were way up in the air and I was flirting wildly with him. He was loving it, and his wufe was not able to stop it. She didnt even know there was anything to stop.

So finally he acted like he was joking when he said that it was a good thing I was joking about staying with him because he wouldnt be able to be faithful to his wife anymore. I told him that I wasnt joking and that it would be his own problem if he couldnt. I told him that since he was 44 and I was only 24 that I think it doesnt even count lol. But he didnt believe I was serious until I followed hom to a taxi. Our taxi driver was a new immigrant from the middle east. He asked Eric if I was his daughter. Both of us could tell that the taxi guy liked me. He told him that I wasnt. That I was just a friend. I thought that was the end if that, but....lol

So we arrived at the hotel and once in the room he asked me what I was there for. I laughed because he was trying to play good boy when he know hed never have let it go this far if he werent hoping wed fuck and we did...a lot. When it was time for me to go I went out for my taxi...which yes I did think was a weird process for chicago but I noticed fast that Eric was rich so I didnt know. I didnt notice til I was in and abd ge said hi that it was the same guy who drove us there.

I didnt notice before because I had a mission with Eric, but he was really cute. He was older too, but I like that. So I didnt refuse when he said he was off and asked me if I wanted to go to his house and have a drink or something. I couldnt believe I was doing this but everything so far is so small in comparrison to what was about to gapoen. We went in and theres this fat woman and they stop speaking english and she starts freaking out. She started begging me in english to please not do this and I can tell she is begging him too. Finally he yells and takes my hand and takes me towards what turns out to be their room. He yells at her one more time, laughed, then locked the door and light up what I thought was probably just a cigar at first. I know I should have been afraid but I wasnt. I felt good from smoking and he gave me a coupke shots of something. I dont drink so maybe it was 3 and maybe I was pretty darned buzzed lol.

So you could hear this woman out there sobbing and wailing and so I asked what this was all about. He said that he told her that he was sorry but that she knew this would happen if they mived to the ys. I asked him what he meant and he saud shekept saying he wouldnt be able to resist the blonde girls. He also told me that women bsck where hes from dont give blow jobs so Im thinking thats what the men cant resist.

I didnt understand why she wasnt banging the door down he saiD that we didnt have to do anything but that she had said a few weejs before that no one would want him so he wanted her to think so. And he had told her that if she did anything like that he would make her watch. I was shocked, a little more nervous lol, but I was also turned on.

I secretly hoped shed mess up as I walked up him and told him I wasnt very good at pretending and let him kiss me. I am very small compared to him so I couldnt possibly have kissed him first or I would have lol.

He was so passionate of a kisser that I felt better than I ever felt in love. Sure I was buzzed but I was higher on that kiss than anything. I have full lips for a white girl but his were a bit fuller and they felt so powerful, safe, consuming. He had big hands that civered just about all of my back it felt like. When he brought his hands up from my hips to my breasts..so many things happened all at once. I had slind my hands down and discovered I was about to have the greatest sex of my life and was unbuttoning his pants...his hands on ny tits and pinching on my very hard nipples...u see that is my weaknesslol so when his wife took a chance and started trying to come in the door exactly then I just shrugged ny shoulders and said she broke the rukes not us. He went crazy lol Everything happened in a flash and kinda rough and weird. It seemed to have no steps. All I know is that she ended up sitting on a loveseat with us in front of her...her still crying and begging us both. He kisses me again in front if her. His hands are everywhere I think. Some how he got my arms uo over my head holding them uo wit them still trapped in my top and he got my bra off quicker than I can and hes taking turns with both using his amazing hands, lips, tongue. Shes hystericak and begging me to stop because she loves him and I know its mean but I cant help but laught at her a bit because why?? Who loves someone who does something like that to them??
I am not doing a thing ti mess uo this relationship. It is already pretty unhealthy. But I didnt care because all I felt was his amazing skills. Hiw he had me feel he was in my very soul or something. And we hadnt done much yet.

He took off my top finally and told me to show her how to suck a dick, and Im surprised still that no one called the police when she screamed as my tounge started working on his dick. I knew it hurt to see him looking with so much lust, and touching with so much passion a beautiful, fit, young blonde, blue eyed girl, but if I hadnt known it I did then. She didnt dare try to stop it, and I didnt care why. I sucked him like I never had any man before. Everything about this unbelievable crazy situation felt so sexy that I never loved giving head as much as I did to him. He stopped me before he came. He sat me down on the couch and soeead my legs as far as they would go. He forced his wife to tell me that I had a beautiful pussy. I never actually heard her say it, but he laughed and told me that she said it. Then he threatened to make her get it wet enough for him because it was a lot tighter then hers, but then as kissed and licked hus way up to where I was NEEDING him to be she was swuealing like a pig...I dont think anyone understood her or what she was speaking. I was feeling ..(continue confession)

She Fuchs 150 Secret Service And Mklitary Men

Holy Shit...i saw this as a comment to story "Spreading Her". That post is good, but this story needs the post of its own. OG Poster,, you have the fucking Hot Wife man... You should post all the details!

So this goes back a few years ago. We think about it all the time.

My wife (we were already married when this happened) got a job in DC where we lived at the time as a receptionist in a special office area when she was 24. She had a high enclosed desk with a stool and her main job was to check in a lot of military types and secret service agents. They are service men, so generally in good shape, usually armed. Soon after she started work her boss warned her that she should tone down her dress a little because she was drawing attention. She was told she wasn't in trouble technically but that she looked a little to "available". At the time, my wife was a size 8 or 10 depending on the outfit, with C cups, and 5'5".

My wife told me about it and we agreed that she was in her twenties, she looked awesome, that it was a turn-on for me and that she liked the periodic winks and catcalls she got on the Metro. Her typical outfit was a two piece suit, jacket and skirt, just a bra under the jacket most times and calf boots, knee boots or heels. The style at the time was to have stretch in the material and a slit at the front of the skirt, just to the side over one thigh. I was always horny so I'd constantly challenge her to go short. For work, the shortest skirts she wore, and wore many times, was 14 inches over a curvy little ass. Always a thong...always.

Very soon, she started getting hit on and flirted with a lot. Usually what would happen was the official that was there for a visit would go to the inner offices while the guards and aides would stay in her area where they could sit and wait. In no time my wife got asked out to dinners and generally hit on any way possible. She’d come home and tell me about it, who she talked to and what they said and where they looked…her cleavage and her legs, her ass if she happened to be standing or walking. Over a couple of weeks we’d talk about it, and finally I got so worked up I confessed how much it turned me on to think of her with these guys. She thought it was crazy, but as it goes with these things, I eventually convinced her to at least try it once, and that opened the flood gates.

The first time it was with Secret Service agent in the lobby bathroom. They flirted non-stop and that day she went with “some day make good on it”. They are pretty macho, so he said “Let’s go.” He worked it out with the other agent to keep watch. They went in the bathroom and she sucked on him for a minute, then he ate her pussy for a minute, then he held her up against the wall and rocked her up and down on his shaft until he filled her. When they were done, he used his earpiece to work out when the coast was clear.

She came home in various states. She still had to look professional on the outside, but there was a lot of cum in her underwear over the next two years. It wasn’t every day, but she hooked up at least once a week and often more. I loved fucking her with someone else’s cum in her pussy. We did worry about STD’s so she did use condoms often. But, if it was a married guy or a very young military guy, she’d usually let them go bareback. I don’t eat guys’ cum, but the IT guy did. She had sex with a guy in the morning, then later that day needed IT support. A guy about our age came to help her. They often flirted. They hadn’t been together but on this day she said she would get out of his way and work at another table while he serviced the machine. He said he would be fine under the desk that she should stay. She whispered boldly to him, “Okay, but I might smell, I just had sex.” He got excited. He went under the desk and she sat on the edge of her seat. I’ll always remember she had on a yellow lace thong that day. The IT guy sucked her pussy through her thong first, then helped her pull her thong off and he ate her out while she kept her legs spread. The thong came home in her purse and was as soaked as lace could be.

One group of military guys figured out they could take her “out to lunch” but in reality they would drive around in a limo on the beltway. The guys would take turns with her or spit roast her. Another group would take her out after work , usually have sex with her in the bar bathrooms, then bring her home in a government car. The most that I can remember her being with at any one time was seven, but truthfully there were days I just knew she was with more than one guy and we didn’t discuss every last detail. She even got screwed in the White House by a few Secret Service agents. They took her on a VIP tour and somehow they got her alone to fuck her. I could go on but it gets a little redundant. Someone did get her to do anal, which we then tried at home. At the time (even now) I said I wanted to personally thank the soldier who conquered that hill! Towards the end of the two years she worked there she had a high-ranking General who wanted her to bring papers to his office. She was limo-ed over and escorted to his office. He told her “In truth, you’re the package. I’ve heard how good you suck cock.” They ended up fucking on his office couch.

After about two years she decided it was time to move on. We talked and she wasn’t ashhamed but she was ready to be taken seriously and wanted to change our sex life. We became more intimate and we cuddled more. She kept hooking up with guys so long as she was at that job, but left it behind cold turkey when she took a new job at a technology firm. We’ve relocated and she went back to school for her masters and today is very highly ranked at her company…without sleeping her way to the top.

In all I think she had about 150 different sex partners over that two year period. I asked her if she missed all the sex and partners and she said “I can relive most all of it in my mind and that’s what you and the vibrator are for.”

Gym Fate

Two big arguments with my wife, one over the lack of a specific type of sex. A bad day at work with a female boss, and the need to hit the gym, all had me at the gym when I'd never normally attend.
After a very long and lung busting cardio workout, I went to get changed. Again normally I would drive the ten minutes home and shower there.
But still a little worked up, I decided for the first time since using the gym, I'd shower there.
I'm a well endowed man. And part of the reason my wife and I had been arguing, is I enjoy anal sex. My wife had been knocking me back from fucking her arse, so it grated at me.
Showering for only a couple of minutes and soaping up my cock and balls, I got a semi. Just then a young guy enters the showers, tells me he'd been watching me in the gym, and figured I needed an extra workout.
The look on my face as I looked back at the naked teenager, must have told him I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
However my cock did.
He looked at my erection as he stepped towards me, and I knew instantly I was going to fuck him.
Getting on his knees in front of me with the water spraying us both, he opened his mouth and sucked in my cock.
I didn't say anything. I didn't try to stop him. All I did was lean back against the shower wall and let the kid give me one hell of a sucking.
Releasing my cock after only a few minutes, he stood up, used some of the gym's soap and larthered up his arse. Standing with his hands on the tiles, he turned his head and said "We might not have long. Fuck me, please, I want it".
He didn't complain or tell me I was fucking his arsehole too hard. He didn't try to pull away as I thrust so deep up his shit hole. Instead he backed onto me, telling me how good my cock felt up his backside.
He wanted it alright, and I fucking gave it to him.
In less than ten minutes, I'd gone from a straight married man, to one who was fucking a male stranger, who's name I didn't even know. And what's more, I was absolutely loving it.
Groaning out loud, he shook on my cock and I knew he'd cum. It didn't stop him slamming back onto my cock though, so gripping his wet hair I fucked him much harder.
After about a minute or two of pounding his arsehole so rough, I felt my orgasm rise. Pulling out he dropped down and gripped my cock.
Tossing me off, I came all over his face and tongue until every last drop fell from my dick.
We washed off like we'd known each other for years, with him telling me, I fucked him so good.
It was only then we introduced ourselves.
Ryan is now nineteen, but fourteen months ago when I first fucked him, the sweet seventeen year old wanted to meet again.
I text him the next day and visited his parents home. They were out playing tennis, so I enjoyed two wonderful hours learning about gay sex, and that I enjoyed sucking cock too.
Fucking Ryan twice that day, I also discovered I didn't mind eating out my cum from his tight sweet fuck hole either. Indeed over the next few months after I arranged for us to be STD tested, we tried almost every gay sexual pleasure there is.
Ryan and I still fuck regularly, and he's just as horny to me now, as when I first fucked him. The difference is, he's not the only teenager I'm now fucking.
New neighbours moved in last December and their youngest, Ches, loves my 'daddy' cock.
A cock which isn't going to stop fucking young guys from now on.

In February of 2018, my husband Ray and I were feeling a little washed up where we lived in Michigan so we decided to move to a new city and start over. We decided to choose where we move to based on who gets a job first. Well, I got a job in Thailand as an English teacher. We had been planning to move at the end of the summer after Ray graduates from his Master's program, but my new position required me to move by April because the Thai school year begins in May. We decided I should move first, look for our new place, and start my job.

We spent a week a budgeting, packing and figuring all the logistics out. All that was left was to break the news to our families. I went to my mom's house for dinner one night to tell her. We've always been pretty close, because I was an only child and my biological father was a lot older than she was (16) and fell off the grid as soon as he found out she was pregnant with me.

After dinner we sat on the couch with red wine, and I told her our plans. She took it surprisingly well. I think she'd been able to tell over the last few years that we weren't going anywhere with our lives and were starting to sink into depression. We talked about my life and dreams for a while as we drank more wine. At one point she stopped talking and looked at me for a long time. I didn't really know what to make of it, but then she just sat up straighter and said, "Well, for your parting gift, I'm going to get you a gym membership for the next few weeks you have left here. I mean, you're going to be running around in bikinis all the time when you're there." She stumbled into the next room and came back with her laptop and credit card.

I was dying laughing. "What the fuck Mom, are you body-shaming me?" I laughed into her shoulder. Then I had an idea. "Get yourself a membership too! You know I'll never stick to a workout routine without someone to hold me accountable."

"Oh, what the hell." My mom, now very drunk, purchased us both a six week intensive workout program complete with personal trainers. And we actually stuck to it! We were feeling so fit and confident by the end of the six weeks.

The last week before my flight to Thailand, we were eating dinner at my mom's house when she said that she had been thinking she should move to Thailand with me, just temporarily until Ray was able to move. We thought about it, and it made sense. I'd be all alone in a country where I didn't know the language. She (slightly drunk again) bought a plane ticket that night, and it was settled.

Once we arrived in Thailand, it didn't take long to settle in. Everything is very cheap there, so we could afford to live at a higher level. We found a modern house with a pool in the backyard for cheaper than our rent back in Michigan. I still had a few weeks before the school year started, and my mom and I spent most of it going to the beach and or lying out by the pool. We quickly learned we did not own enough swimsuits for how much we were swimming. My mom, who had started following a lot of Thai Instagram influencers, happened to win a giveaway for a mystery bundle of bikinis.

When the bikinis arrived, we decided try them on together. We each took a bikini and went into separate rooms to change. The only thing was we didn't realize these bikinis were all micro bikinis! I thought mine was completely unfinished as I was putting it on. The top was just the outline of a triangle, completely exposing my nipples. The bottoms were basically just one skinny strap around my hips and another strap the same width going through my pussy and buttcrack. I cracked open the door. "Uh…Mom? Is there something wrong with your bikini?" I asked, at the same time I heard her start laughing. "Honey, come look at this!" We both came out of our rooms, bent over and laughing and trying to cover our parts at the same time. My mom's bikini was just as extreme as mine, and I could see all of her. We immediately started sifting through the pile of other bikinis we got, only to confirm that they were all indeed extremely tiny micro bikinis of varying designs and cuts.

After trying on a couple other bikinis, my mom and I eventually gave up going into separate rooms to try them. "We're already seeing everything there is to see," she said. So we started just changing in front of each other, with only a brief time where we were really naked. I was kind of surprised how natural it felt as we tried on different suits and checked ourselves and each other out, even though that was nothing like what it was like growing up. We were just both very matter of fact about it. Then we got even more comfortable around each other. Instead of kind of bending over and hiding different parts as we changed, the time we were naked in between trying bikinis got longer. We would walk over and look at our phones, sit on the couch, talk, etc. When I tried on a slingshot bikini, I had to get my mom's help because I got confused by the straps. She kind of ran her hands up and down my sides and adjusted all the straps. It was very casual, but she would briefly run a fingertip along my nipple or at the very tip of my clit as she moved the straps around me to get them to all be lined up evenly. I was starting to get really horny, and just looking at her mostly naked and myself equally exposed really wasn't helping.

Then we brought out the tequila as well as started smoking weed (also extremely cheap in Thailand). We got increasingly drunk and high as we tried on different suits and taking pictures until we got so faded that we decided to just veg out by the pool. We both picked from the tiny bikinis to wear and then went outside. I was lying in a deck chair and my mom was lying on a pool float on the water. I started to get really sleepy and started nodding off, although every now and then I'd open my eyes again and look at her through my sunglasses. Each time I opened my eyes, I saw that her legs would start to spread further and further apart, until I could fully see her pussy spread open wide just a few feet away from me. I don't think she could tell that I could see her, so she might have been doing it to dare herself or maybe hope that I saw. But I basically let my head fall to the side as if I actually fell asleep, at the same time letting my legs fall and opening them as wide as my mom's were.

We were quiet for about an hour just moving around in different positions where we looked like we were sleeping but really just spreading for the other person. At one point I actually did fall asleep, and woke up to see my mom, completely naked now, stretching by the pool. She smiled at me. "I just really didn't want tan lines, and plus, you've seen it all." I just smiled and followed suit, and then poured myself another drink while we passed another blunt back and forth and took more pictures. Our drunk and high selves decided to start an account on a Southeast Asian version of Instagram that didn't have any limits on adult content. We started posting a lot of our pictures there.

After a while, we got too hot and decided to go in and shower. My mom had told me about a specific shampoo and hair washing method she uses in the shower now that we were living in much more humid weather, and invited me in to take a shower with her so she could show me. So we just went straight from being naked in the pool together to being naked in the shower. This is where it got a little more sensual. We were full on stroking each other up and down everywhere as we scrubbed each other's bodies. But it still didn't really feel like we were going to start fucking or anything. We were just really comfortable with each other (and very faded) ..(continue confession)

After college I got certified with a shipping industry software company. My first solo outing to a customer brought me together with a client IT Manager. He invited me to dinner and following dinner to a bar. At the bar he was friendly and kept putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to him. I was uncomfortable but I was also not willing to make an issue of it. After a while, getting on midnight he suggested another bar. Men were dancing together, near the restroom a man was kissing a young guy, at the table next to hours two young men were holding hands on the table as they talked. When he asked me if I wanted to dance I was lost as to what to do.

I had never danced with a man, there were two other couples on the floor, he held me tight, leading and I had to dance like a woman. When he kissed my cheek I pulled my face away, he pulled me towards him and kissed me on the lips. Twice. He whispered that we were going home.

His townhouse was nice, furnished. He offered me a drink which I declined. I wanted to say I wanted to go back to my hotel but I couldn't. In his room he took my shirt off, grabbing my cock in my pants. Several more kisses, his lips were so hot. After taking his shirt off he helped me get out of my pants and shorts, he held my baked cock in his hand, sitting on the bed he sucked me into an erection. My head told me to leave, my feelings told me to stay.

On the bed naked I touched, held, sucked his cock. I lie to myself, I was being made love to, he was giving me oral but he was demanding oral and mouth fucking my mouth and face. From his drawer in his nightstand he took out a condom and a lube and he slid his finger in my ass, rubbing lube all over my ass. On my back he slipped the condom on and pushed my legs up and put his hard cock against my ass and putting his weight on me his cock slid into my ass and he fucked me.

I lay in the bed as he got off me taking his condom off laying beside me. I lay beside him, I was the woman. I tried to tell him I wanted to go back to my hotel but nothing came out of my mouth. I slept with him.

I never wanted to be gay, I never wanted to be the girl. I always thought I was a man. I'm not, I'm a gay bottom boy, I'm the girl, I was the dishes and the clothes, I do the grocery shopping and take his shirts to the laundry. I am not the man, I'm the woman, he gets on me, he doesn't use a condom any more and I lube myself up before laying down on the bed for him.

It’s A Trap!

I met a girl a few weeks back. Super hot chick, loves sports and motorcross. She was fucking hot I tell you. We went on a few dates and things were getting hot by date 5. She was definitely sexually frustrates and so was I. All night. She had her foot on my cock under the table, teasing me to the point I had notice my underwear were pretty wet from precum. We finally get back to her place and it is hot and heavy and she has perfect tits, her body is insane. She’s got abs, her ass is crazy round and you can tell she works out hard.

We head to the bedroom and I’m basically tripping over my clothes as I’m peeling them off as fast as possible. She shimmy’s out of her dress and shoes, she’s got on a nice thong. She turns around to slide it off bending over in my face and bam! There it is! A very good sized throbbing hard cock! Of course i immediately jump back because I’m not expecting it and she begs me not to freak out and leave.

So here I am naked and hard as a rock as she’s explaining that she really likes me and she is upset and almost in tears for not telling me. She finally comes out and says “is there anyway you can be with me and be physical” I’m confused, I’m shocked, I’m clearly horny as fuck and dripping precum everywhere. She leans in and kisses me, I’m hesitant, she makes her way down and starts going to town on my cock. Balls and everything. It’s so good I honestly forget about her matching equipment. The time comes when’re she says she wants me to fuck her.....so she’s on her hands and knees her ass spread, her balls and cock are visible but I’m really trying to focus on her asshole. So I said fuck it and I get down and eat her ass for a second, she’s moaning and stroking herself, I cautiously flip her sack with my tongue and she lets out immense pleasure so I slide my sock in finally, I’m hammering away while she’s moaning and stroking and she tells me to cum inside her and of course as soon as you hear that you explode. So I do and I pull out and she lies on her back, hard as a rock slowly stroking her cock and asks how it was. It was honestly amazing. I licked on her nipples as she jerked off and she started to get close to cumming so I made the split decision to go down and finish her with my mouth. What a great choice because it was unfuckingbelievable!!!! I loved it, she loved it.

It’s been 3 years and we are having the best sex and it’s the best relationship of my life.

I'm an avid cross-fitter thanks to my husband who owns his own gym and is a highly certified trainer. I've dated my husband since the Freshman year of High School and just this year in 2013, we finally tied the knot. I've never once cheated on my husband, I would have occasional girls nights out in clubs and OCCASIONALLY I'd allow a guy who was dancing with me; let his hands wander onto/into places where a married woman shouldn't allow... I am a light weight drinker, my judgment becomes impaired, not that it's an excuse but, it is what it is. I would always be honest with my husband about dancing with other men when I went out.. but I'd always come home to him. He was fine with it, which always kind of bothered me. I almost wanted him to crack the whip and tell me I'm wrong...

I am 5'10, a pretty tall girl. Dirty blond hair, pale skin, a small chest (that always bothered me.) However thanks to genetics and crossfit, I'm blessed with a big firm round booty and wide hips, and toned long legs. I always work my magic in short skirts and heels. I also enjoy wearing long loose skirts because all that pokes out is my rear end and shows the shape and firmness of it, unlike half these hoes walking around relying on yoga pants and tight jeans to make an ass! (ok sorry for the rant)

Ok so I am stroking my own ego in this confession, maybe I am just trying to make myself feel better about the situation I am in... Anywho

My husband often pays a lot more attention to his gym/staff/diet/W.O.D then me. I think he's gotten so lost in this world of fitness, that he's forgotten the hot piece of ass he has a home 365, 24-7. Infact it got to a point where the only time he'd be enthusiastic with me would be when he was training me. Everything as of late has been "Blah". I took my vows tho, and I knew that through thick or thin, I was to be his faithful good wife. I never every thought about cheating on my husband and except for a handful of times at clubs where guys would grab my ass..go up my skirt to get a cheap feel... kiss my neck... I'd never even put myself in a position too.. but life is so mysterious sometimes.

So I work at a financial institution in the back office. The atmosphere is relaxed vs. being on the front lines dealing with customers, so it is not abnormal to strike up conversations and develop good relationship with your office mates. Enter "J". "J" started 2 and a half years ago... I remember thinking right off the bat, that "J" was a cutie but that he was... chubby (remember all I've known in my life is fitness model type guy, my husband). So there was never any sexual tension/attraction, or anything of that nature, just a cute kid with a killer smile.

For the first year "J" worked there we hardly ever talked unless it was business. I managed to find out via over hearing his conversations with guys in the office, that he had ended a long relationship with his 5 year GF.. he had injured his back playing semi-pro football and gained some weight and that he hoped this new job would kick start some positivity in his life...

Year 2, "J" is looking so good. So good that almost all the women (and some gay men) would often whisper about how his ass looked today, how his arms looks, how his chest looked, how handsome he was with his new hair-do etc. etc. Funny part was he was still quiet, humble, polite. Yet still, I would always encourage other women of the office to try it out.. and that if it didn't work, he looked like a good fuck, so a atleast you'd have that to brag to us about. None had the guts tho, he just remained eye candy and a good topic of conversation (girl talk, youd understand if you were a girl or GAY)

So one day at lunch a few of us are sitting in the lounge discussing trends in women, whats hot and whats not... by this time J is starting to come out of his shell a bit, he'd joke and laugh with us, he was starting to enter the "inner circle" of friends of the office. He's sitting in the corner of the lounge on his iPad... an elder co worker screams out to J "HEY, What do YOU Look for in a woman , J????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????"... " I am an ass man, Ass and a beautiful smile and I am sold"... almost instantly my co-worker blurts out " You must love following "L" around!!!!!!" the break room broke out in laughter, J chuckled as he answered "no comment!".

No comment, hmmph, I remember sitting up that night deciphering what it could mean. No comment, was he trying to let me down nicely???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Was he ashamed that he liked looking at my ass???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Was my ass too big for him.... all my girls know what I am talking about.

From that day on, I made it a point to stop by J's desk everyday, even if it wasn't to say goodmorning, I'd walk by for NO reason at all.. just to shake my ass with my strut, even bend over and pick things up (amazing how childish we get in the name of lust). I always could catch him looking, and the more it happened..... the more he would not care that I would catch him looking.

I really had no clue what was going on. Believe me when I tell you, sometimes shit just happens. I would always giggle and get so red anytime we'd talk.. the "cutie" id never fathom doing anything with had turned out into a flat out crush. We'd often talk about fitness. He had lost a considerable amount of fat and put on some real nice muscle.. he had explained he was cleared to join his semi pro football team again and that he felt stronger and better than ever. He looked it...def looked it.

I never once talked about my husband or marriage to J... and visa versa. These are things I realize now, in reflection. J just sort of knew about my husband because of wedding photos pinned up on my desk and office chatter about the wedding, my dress , honey moon etc. etc.

He'd often express interest in meeting my husband and trying out his gym, as he heard from fellow coworkers that he had helped them lose a lot of weight and become overall healthier people ..... for some reason I always subconsciously stopped that from ever happening. I'd always make excuses that my husband was injured or away or too busy with private clients.. It makes sense now as to why.

It was after work one day, and all of the co-workers were leaving the office and headed to the bar across the Street for a quick drink.. ofcourse everyone would only stay for a quick drink but it was summertime and the following day was a holiday.. so a quick drink turned into a 2 hour fest of shots, beers drinks W/E...

Upon leaving...I spot Jeff talking to some female at the bar..... as I walk by them exiting, my drunk self.. decides to pinch his ass as I pass... I quickly make an exit, hoping no one saw. As I am walking down to the train station which is about 10 min sober walk..20 min drunk walk.. I was at about the 15 min point, not sober at all but not totally shitfaces, I hear a car pulling up.

"That was rude L!" screamed jeff, he was smiling "Im so sorry, I am drunk, so drunk" I was lieing, I was very tipsy but not drunk to the point where I couldn't control myself....

"SURE hahaha.. anyway, let me give you a lift to the train station closer to your home" That would cut about 40 mins of train ride.. but

"no way, your drunk, I am not getting in the car with you" That was the only line of defense I had.. if he pushed it any further I was jumping into the car..

"L, you should know better, I don't drink during the season.." He was right.. so off I went into the car...

As soon as I got in the car, It was like a demonic passion came over me... As soon as I shit his passenger door I jumped on him, I kissed him, I grabbed his ..(continue confession)