AdultOrphan

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Gender: Straight Male
Age: 44
Relationship Status : Single
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About AdultOrphan:

I'm not here to white-knight or simp. Nor am I here on a crusade. I hope I can help people by giving advice, suggestions and opinions. Not everybody will like it. Let intelligence, sanity and common sense prevail, people.

AdultOrphan's Favorite Confessions:

It Is What Is As They Say

I tried for six years to tell my husband my needs. I work hard both in my career and my fitness and health. He was good when we met but seemed to be satisfied after we got married with just letting himself go. Over the years he started to work less and drink more and hang out with his buddies more than spend any time with me. He put on weight started getting in trouble at is job. I begged him to get some help because I felt like he was depressed but he would not. Our sex and dwindled to me begging for it basically a couple of times a month.

I have had guys come on to me over the years many times but I am just not the person or thought I wasn’t. There is a man at work several years older than me, named Tom, who has been persistent but he was married too and I just always put him off. He got divorced though about six months ago and his attention towards me increased dramatically afterwards.

So I will not blame my husband for my decision to sleep with Tom. It does happen that the day before I went home with Tom my husband blew off a dinner with friends that we had planned because he got drunk with his buddies after work. The following day I went out with several of my coworkers, including Tom, to a wine bar near our office. Well we were all having wine and laughing and joking Tom placed his hand on my thigh and I flushed with wetness and need. He and I were the last ones there and I decided to go home with him.

This being a sex confession site I guess I should not spare the details. Suffice to say Tom is a real man. He is in very good shape, is blessed with a very large penis and I guess he just been hungry for me for a long time. He did things to me I only had dreamed of and I had orgasms like I have never felt. It has been unusual, in fact probably never, that I had let any man fuck me without a condom Or swallowed a man’s sperm prior to my husband. I did both with Tom multiple times on that evening. We actually fell asleep in each other’s arms and when I woke up in the morning I was horrified. But one Tom reached for me I gave them to him again. I called in and said I was working from home and basically showered and sucked and fucked Tom most of the day.

I went home in the early afternoon and showered again and prepared to tell my husband that we were done as I had no intention of living a lie any further. Tom and I had not discussed anything further than what we had done but I just needed to clear out my life. When my husband got home he didn’t even seem to notice or acknowledge that I had not been home the previous night. He walked in and said hi and kissed me and then immediately grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and asked what we were doing for dinner. He then went into the bath room and then came out and turned the television on.

I pulled a chair in front of him and said I needed to talk. He just said OK babe and stared over my shoulder at the TV. I told him I wanted a divorce and that I was going to move out. It took him a second but then he looked at me and ask what I meant. I told him that I had given him many opportunities to hear me but he seem not to care and I was done. He asked if I was seeing someone else and I tried to put that off and said it was just about me. But when he asked me plainly if I had fucked anyone else I admitted that I had. He wanted details and ask how many men. I told him there was only one but that really had nothing to do with my decision. He asked if I was in love and I said certainly not again it has nothing to do with that.

While I was packing my things he came into our bedroom and ask me not to leave. He admitted all of the things I had said were true and he wanted to be a better husband and to be a better person. I told him those were just words and I did not believe he meant them and it was too late very likely anyway. He begged me to stay and said he did not care if I continue to fuck someone he just wanted me to stay in the house and give him a chance to prove that he could change.

I did feel for him and the truth was I had no plan or place to go though I had plenty of money to do whatever I chose. I told him that I would not leave immediately but he needed to consider our relationship over and do what was best for him. He seemed very happy with that.

Over the course of the next several weeks to significant things happened. One, I fucked Tom every chance we had. Again, I just did things that I never would have considered but I guess just was inside of me all along. One day one the office was almost empty with everyone at an investors luncheon I fucked Tom in his office. It was no quickie either. We got totally naked and I fucked him riding him on the couch and then we moved to the floor where he ended up pounding me doggie style as hard as I have ever been fucked. His big penis taking my breath away as I came so hard I didn’t even feel him fill me with his hot cum.

Immediately after I had to attend a meeting and I was flush, sweaty, still trying to catch my breath and I could feel huge amounts of his sperm leaking out of both sides of my thong panties. I thought I mostly played it off but when the meeting was over one of my close girlfriends came over to me and ask what was up because I was squirming in my chair. I told her that I had had an active lunch. She just kind of laughed and played it off but when I got up I realize that my skirt had ridden up And because my thong could not contain it tom’s sperm was in a little pool on the leather chair where I had been sitting. I had to walk out with the investors so I could not clean it. I have no idea what the cleaning crew that night must have thought.

The other thing that happened is my husband was true to his word. He found a therapist that he likes, has been working out vigorously and is back in pretty good shape. He stopped hanging out with his friends and really did a lot of work around the house. He never asked if I was still involved with anyone and we slept separate.

I am not in love with Tom and, although he seems to worship my body, he is not ready to be back into a serious relationship again. I admit that I often daydream about his big penis and hard body but I think we both realize we just needed to get it out of our system.

I did continue to fuck Tom almost daily as he just seem to not be able to get enough and after I got over the initial soreness of getting used to his size I loved the Frequency of getting the sex I desired.

Even more recently Tom went on a vacation to the Keys and told me very frankly that he was likely going to not be faithful. I think Tim for his honesty but I told him I never expected that and in truth I realized it really didn’t matter to me. He was gone for several weeks and near the end of that time I went with my husband to a friends wedding.

We stayed in a beautiful hotel where the wedding took place and I ended up having sex with my husband for the first time in many months. Though it was not the porn movie that Tom and I’s experience always seem to be it was still very sweet and better than I ever remember.

To my husband’s credit he did ..(continue confession)

My Wife Is Fucking Our Brother-in-law

My wife is 32. Attractive on a cheerleader kind of way. She's very sexual-we've had some great sex mostly just us but sometimes with others. One day she came to me very upset, her sister's marriage was dissolving, her husband leaving her because she won't have sex with him.

After some panicked explanation, it turns out our brother-in-law has a huge dick and my wife's sister, who is 6 years older' just can't handle it anymore. I start making suggestions and my wife keeps cutting me then starts saying "I should just fuck him if he's so horny. I should fuck him." That turned into "should I fuck him? Would you mind?"

So of course I was like what are you talking about. She argued that he just needs pussy, her sister is asking her to fuck him for her and we fool around with other people, it's just sex please let me, and please don't ruin their marriage like it's my fault her sister doesn't want to fuck.

More back and forth and I finally gave in and said, "go ahead fuck him if you want" and she was gone in a few minutes. She came back four hours later, apologized. Said she was "just so upset" and "please don't be mad it was just sex."

later one she told me she got there, they were fighting, the brother-in-law at first thought they were insane to offer my wife up as a sexual solution but my wife insisted over and over that I was on board and they fucked. She said there was a lot of oral both ways, she came with him and when he fucked her she loved it. She's always enjoyed big dicks so she was in heaven.

Then the kicker, she said she promised to fuck him whenever he needed sex and offered to let me fuck her sister too. That was too much for me. I haven't fucked her sister even though she has come on to me a lot. She needs sex but with a normally hung guy not her husband.

So my wife fucks me a lot and fuck's her sister's husband a lot and I live with it for now. If I actually start fucking her sister then we might as well just swap spouses altogether.

Wife Revenge Fucked A Guy Because She Thought I Cheated

Our marriage has been on the rocks for awhile now, but this was certainly the nail in the coffin. I recently came back from a business trip and my wife unloaded my suitcase. I guess she found some makeup on one of my dress shirts and assumed the worst.

The next night after my trip she doesn't come home from work. I didn't really care, because she's done this before. We're basically living together but essentially separated. Before I drift off to sleep I get a text from her. I open it and it says, "Found all the evidence I needed. Payback is a bitch!".

Then a pic comes in. There's my wife wearing green lingerie and some shirtless tattooed guy standing next to her with his arm around her. The lingerie top is see-thru and I can clearly see her nipples.

I wasn't shocked at all. I figured she's been cheating. There was plenty of signs. About 5 minutes later I get another pic and it's a close up of her pussy with the guys some-what small dick splitting her pussy up the middle.

I jerk off to the pics and the idea of my wife doing what she was doing. The next morning I let her know that I had honestly never cheated on her. She says someone told her that I was flirting with a woman at the bar and she found make-up all over my shirt. I told her this was true. That she was drunk and was all over me, but I never fucked her.

Later she confesses to having been fucking this guy from her gym for the past few weeks, which I'm sure is bull shit. I bet it's been going on for months. Now she's begging to come back home and wants to fix our marriage...

I Want To Be Intimate With My Father

From my first memories, I always felt erotic and sensual. I don't know why. I was never m****ted or exposed to anything obscene. My dad (mom passed when I was a baby) was uncomfortable with my behavior. He caught me masturbating a few times when I was small, and told me it was something I needed to keep private in my room. I remember him taking me to a doctor and asking if there were any signs of a vaginal infection which might cause me to do that, but there weren't. I already knew that. I just liked the feeling when I rubbed myself, and I couldn't see anything wrong with it. I remember lying on the bed in my room naked, massaging my whole body, from my thighs on up to my neck. I had little orgasms, but I didn't realize what they were.

Overall I was pretty well mannered except when it came to boys. Even before puberty, I'd go on and on about which boy looked cute and things like that. My dad joked about it. I remember a school assignment where we had to imagine what we'd be doing 10 years later. I asked my dad what he thought he'd be doing, and he said, "Probably raising your kid." I just rolled my eyes and said, "Oh daddy!" in a put-on exasperated voice.

As much as I liked boys, my favorite "boy" of all was always my dad. I don't know if I was so much a "daddy's girl" as he was a "daughter's man." I considered him my property and made it tough on him in so many ways. He'd find a nice girlfriend and I'd start acting jealous and find ways to end his relationships. He spoiled me and went along with whatever I wanted, I think partly because I was without a mother.

I guess I wanted him to be my boyfriend as much as my father. I could be seductive toward him at times but he always resisted. I'd give him a goodbye kiss on the lips and hold it until it was way past comfortable for him. Finally he'd gently take my arms from around his neck. I asked him why he was so afraid of me. He said, "I'm not afraid of you honey, you're the light of my life, but nothing scares me more than the thought of having you taken away from me. Plus, going to jail ain't high on my list of priorities."

Once we were at the lake and a band was playing nearby. It was a really hot day. I was in a bikini and dad was wearing shorts but no shirt. I wasn't quite tall enough to see the band. I asked dad if I could get on his shoulders. While I was up there I started getting horny. I don't know if it was because of the band or I was just riding high on my dad, but I started slowly pressing myself tight against his neck, tensing and releasing over and over. I sort of absentmindedly played with his hair and caressed his face. When I orgasmed I gripped his chin. Dad must have sensed it all but he never said anything.

When I became more interested in boys in general, I think he was glad because I wasn't so focused on him anymore. He was still my father though and protective of me. He'd use his sense of humor to remind me of boundaries when it came to hanging out with my friends. One time I came down the stairs wearing tight short shorts, a crop top, and strappy heels. He said, "Whoa, remember the rule around here. Only two items of slut clothing at a time. You're wearing three. Change the shoes or the shorts or the top." He pointed his finger, and I reluctantly went upstairs and put on a slightly longer top (I didn't want to lose the heels, they made my legs look too good.)

So, my daddy continued to keep me at arms length, no matter how I acted. After I graduated high school, I met a guy named Rick and moved in with him. Dad was really mad because I was a good student and he wanted me to go to college. Dad didn't like Rick and warned him he better not mistreat me or he'd kick his ass. Rick and I get along well. I don't love him but he's fun to be with.

With me being gone now, my dad is free to pursue relationships. I knew he was seeing somebody, but I hadn't met her. I went to visit dad one day last week. I came in through the garage which is attatched to the house. I could hear noises from his bedroom. He and a woman were having sex. All my old feeling of jealousy came back. I went outside around the house and I could see through a slit in the blinds. She looked a whole lot like me. He was flat on his back and she was sitting on him, facing him and riding him. It was all I could do not to walk in and yank her off of him by the hair of her head. I went back out to my car and cried.

I'm not going to be satisfied until I'm where she was. Dad and I are both adults now. If he prefers women who look like me, why not me? I don't know how I'm going to make it happen, but I won't stop till I do.

Masturbating At A Family Campout

At 12 I was on a camping trip with my family. It was hot and humid, I lay half naked on top of my sleeping bag trying to go to sleep. I was new to masturbating and my hand slipped under my panties and my fingers did the walking. When I hit my climax I let out a loud moan. A second later my mom pushed her head into my tent, I was still laying half naked with my legs open and my hand in my panties. My mother said 'sorry' and backed out and left me alone.

Nursing Home Candy Striper

This is my first confession here, but I have a lot of things I need to get off my chest.

I worked at a Senior Living facility to try to make some money for after I graduated from school. My grandmother worked there for years and got me in on a part-time job basis.
She would drive me there and we would split up. She would do her thing and I was assigned to float around and do whatever needed doing. Then we would go home together late at night.

The company assigned us to several sites that were more like resorts for old people. Some of the jobs I did were going into the apartments and cleaning or straightening their rooms up after they left or passed away.

Every time I went there it seems that all of the older men would go out of their way to talk to me. All of them were perfect gentlemen and very kind to me. I really loved the positive attention.

At first there were just smiles and greetings but the more familiar we became, there were hand shaking, hand and arm and then shoulder and back patting. I really didn't mind it when they began hugging me (some hugs lasting too long to be appropriate).

That first week, one of the gentleman (won't say his name) in a wheelchair, began patting my bottom. He was harmless and very cute and funny. Since I didn't complain he began lifting my skirt to see my panties. Honestly, that kind of turned me on. I even let him ride me around on his lap on my breaks. It was just tickling and light petting, but nobody saw and no one got hurt. That was a wonderful week for me and that job had me day-dreaming (at school) of what those lonely, horny guys would do to me and how far they would go.

They Watched Me Pleasure Myself

Quick description first: I'm a white woman, 30, 140 pounds, 5'10, with long dark hair and D-cup tits and big but firm ass. And I'm very perverted. I've always loved being naked. That feeling of freedom has been present to me since puberty, and that's why I've avoided wearing underwear ever since. Maybe I come off as a slut, but to me it's the most beautiful when my pussy is exposed and free. During the summer, I like to walk naked around the house and on the balcony where I go out to sunbathe. The building has a protruding balcony with a lattice fence, through which anyone passing by can see me.

Yesterday afternoon, I took sunscreen, a newspaper and sunglasses and went out on the balcony. I sat back in my deck chair and just started applying the cream when I noticed a group of children, no older than ten, playing in front of the building. I'm not shy by nature and I have no problem taking off my clothes while sunbathing, even on beaches that are not officially nudist, so I decided to do it there as well. It's my balcony anyway, I have the right to do what I want on it. I raised my sunglasses and applied sunscreen to my face, then moved towards my tits and stomach all the way down to my pussy. My pussy is completely shaved to get a better tan. When I got to my twat, while applying the cream, I moved a little along the inner thighs, looking to see if the children were looking at me. They were enthralled by my game. I finished with the front part and it was the time for the back and ass. Since I couldn't do it sitting down, I got up and started rubbing the cream on my butt, which I deliberately turned towards the kids. I saw them looking at me. There were boys and girls among them. The girls shyly silenced the boys who started pointing their fingers at me and loudly saying: - 'Look, she's completely naked'. - 'You can see everything'. 'I can't believe it'... and things like that. I could see their tiny hard-ons tenting their shorts.

I have to admit that it didn't hold me back at all. In fact, to be honest, it even turned me on a little. I chewed on my bottom lip, feeling my pussy juice up. I sat back in the deck chair and lit a cigarette. I opened the newspaper and tried reading , but I couldn't focus. I had such a strong urge to get off! And right there on the balcony. I know it's not moral and such, but the forbidden fruit is the sweetest. The fingers went to the pussy by themselves. I started touching myself lightly at first, then faster and faster. My pussy was boiling with heat. I spread my labia and held it like that for a few moments while the sun caressed my walls. I pushed my fingers a little deeper and started circling my hand. I tried not to look at the boys so that it wouldn't stop me from getting off, but I couldn't help myself. I glanced over my sunglasses and saw all the kids staring straight at me. I inhaled the smoke and blew like a whore, then started rubbing again, faster and faster, licking my lips as I did. I pleasured myself so fast that I was shaking. My sighs also started to heave. I could barely inhale the smoke because of the intensity. When I felt that I was going to cum, I lifted my sun-kissed bare bottom from the sun lounger and leaned towards the balcony railing. I squirted like a porn star, pleasure ripping through my muscles. I have never felt such pleasure in my life! I slumped back into the chair and licked my fingers clean.


Instead of the shame I thought I'd feel because a group of kids had just seen me squirt through the balcony railing, I felt complete satisfaction in my shamelessness. I lit a new cigarette and took the newspaper. I spread my legs again as far as I could and let the sun caress my satisfied freshly waxed, creamed pussy as if nothing had happened. The kids will surely tell their moms and dads about a naughty woman that touches her pussy on the balcony. I don't care, they can say whatever they want. I'm too hot to get in trouble. I'm such a nasty perverted bitch...

It Is Not A Laughing Matter,

The one night stand, aka drinking to much and waking up in bed with a guy I didn't know. I was 20, a good girl, good grades, good friends. The word that best describes how I felt that morning is embarrassed. A naked man? Me naked? You can't imagine how embarrassing.

Unfortunately other people knew. From the party. Some that he bragged to. A couple that I told. And from there it spread all over campus. Miss Goody Two Shoes got laid last weekend. I had to go home, I couldn't face my friends and the stares of other students. Even if those stares were mostly in my mind.

Then, I had to face him. Face to face. His first comment to me was 'don't worry you were a pretty good lay'. How do you respond? I left school and dropped out. A mistake, loss of self respect, I couldn't talk to my mom about it. How do you tell your mom you got laid while drunk by a guy you didn't know?

A girl my age I met at the junior college taking some courses told me, 'honey, so you got laid. It comes with the territory. Move on, get laid again. Soon it won't be such a big deal.'

But it was a big deal. A secret I kept from my mom, my sisters. I took an oath to save myself for marriage. I broke that oath. And how do you forgive yourself. How do you tell your future husband that another man had gone there before him? I spent a year out of school, before returning to college. Before growing up. Before meeting the man who became my husband.

But I have not gotten over the embarrassment of that night, the next morning. I never will. I have to live with it. But I sincerely wish I didn't.

I'm Super Into My Coworkers

I've come to terms that I have a huge crush on two of my coworkers. (Btw they're brothers and that feels relevant) They're both super sweet and strong and whatever I have a huge crush on them.
But it's literally the least innocent of crushes, I think being around two hot people makes me more nervous and I'm obsessed with the idea of fucking them. I keep thinking about how strong they are, and tbh one of my other coworkers pointed out how one of them bumps against my ass often.
It's so silly but like my crush on them has been long term and I've just been super horny lately so I keep thinking of them. They're both touchy and I can't get over how much bigger their hands are than mine.
It's really embarrassing to say but I literally have been super aware of where my vibrator is because I keep wanting to jerk off.
anyways xoxo

6 Years Dating But I Want Other Guys

ive been together with my highschool sweetheart for awhile now. And ive only had sexual intercourse with just him. but i see my friends having fun and ive met a few fine and handsome men here and there but i always turn them down. I would love to post spicy content too, but i dont :(
My sex drive is higher than my boyfriend’s and unfortunately, he doesnt have the biggest package but we are still satisfied none the less.
i love him dearly but my fantasy is just to be slutted out by other men, and just be a whore. i want to be used by other men and feel bigger men violating me. Im petite and Asian, under 5ft so it would be easy to be rough with me♡i feel like im too much of a freak for my boyfriend alot of the times and I get tired of vanilla sex. I love cnc and bdsm play, and things in that general area. Of course id never do such things while in a relationship, unless if something were to happen. I would love to feel 7+ just rearranging my guts one day though. so yes, my body count is only 1 :)