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Cheated On My Fiancé

I was out with some friends a couple of weeks ago and I cheated on my fiancé. We are supposed to get married in June but after these last two weeks, I should really call it off.

I am not sure why I did it. The man was much older and black. I bumped into him by the bathroom. He just exuded confidence that made my knees buckle. At the bar, our flirting was very cloak and dagger, as I did not want anyone to know. But as we were leaving, I followed him home. I wanted this man to have me tonight and boy did he ever.

When we got to his condo, it was a nice place; clean; put together. I found out he did sales for a National food supplier. Anyways, he offered me a soda (I do not drink) and we sat on the couch. Hand play, then more touching, then kissing. Shortly, I was undressed and helping him get undressed. As his pants came off, the bulge in his boxers made me do a double take. As I pulled them down, his HUGE cock sprung out and almost hit my face. He stroked it a couple of times and told me ‘now suck it!’ Without any hesitation, my mouth tried to devour every fucking inch of this perfect cock. It was like I was possessed! I felt like I was trying to suck the skin off of it. And he just kept feeding me it, inch by inch.

A few minutes later, he positions me between his legs, on my knees, as he sits on the couch. This is when the most incredible thing happened. As I am bobbing on his huge cock, my hand found my pussy. I have never stroked my own pussy while in bed with a man. By myself, yes, but never like this. My pussy was the wettest she has ever been. My clit is exposed naturally, but she was swollen and needy at this point. I am full on raging when he says ‘take it all bitch!’ Bitch…that word hit the soul of my pussy and made me cum…hard, deep, naughty. As I started to cum, I drove my mouth all the way down on his cock. The tip hit my throat. My eyes watered. My pussy bursted. I felt like a whore! ‘Get it bitch. Take the whole cock!’ His cock was literally down my throat when he started to cum. I gagged and choked, which, weird enough, made my pussy cum again.

As a pulled off, he says ‘clean me bitch, then get a condom from the drawer!’ I licked him clean, put a huge condom on his cock and followed him to his bedroom, where he proceeded to give me the fucking of my life.

I got home five hours after I left the bar. I had three loads of cum in my belly from someone I had just met.

It is weeks later and he is fucking me almost every day. I have become his whore and I completely enjoy it. I know, I am a bad person. I plan to tell my fiancé when I see him this weekend.

First Gang Bang

My husband and I have been in the swinger lifestyle for about six years. We are open minded enough for sure - soft swap, full swap, mmf, ffm, ff, interracial, public. But last weekend, I was gang banged for the first time.

We set up the gang bang through our swingers group. It was a mix of 3 white guys, 4 black guys and me. We met at a hotel and the night was overwhelmingly fun. We started around 7:30 in the evening and I tapped out at 3:30 in the morning. These men fucked me into oblivion and I just could not do anymore. (When we got home, I showered and went to sleep, sleeping until 2:00 the next day.)

This is not for everyone. I am submissive by nature and I had to be when being passed around from cock to cock and my holes were randomly being filled by hard cock over and over. I enjoyed this, probably too much since we have talked about doing it again in the future. There is something wild and unhinged about being the only female in a room with seven men who are all there because you are down to fuck and suck. I am looking forward to my next gang bang for sure!

A Little Exhibitionism Led To Disaster

I (25M) got a job last year and started dating a junior girl from my college. She was the hottest girl in college and every guy was after her. But she chose me. I felt proud about it and I was totally in love with her.

We started having sex in her final semester and she was nothing like I had expected her to be. She was a sex freak. After some foreplay, I could pound her to orgasm in just a few minutes. She would scream and claw at my back so hard that I would bleed. God, she was so hot.

She lived in Delhi and I was in Gurugram. We visit each other often but for sex, it was always at her place cause she lived alone and I, with my parents.

One day, while we were both naked after fucking, her window was open and I could hear some laborers chatting outside. Her flat was on the ground floor and people could see inside her window. We weren't in their line of sight though, so they couldn't see us. Then I had a very naughty idea.

I told her to close the window and the curtains. She reached for a shirt but I snatched it away. I told her to do it naked. She knew what that meant. Those people would see her beautiful body without any cover.

She looked at me, shocked and didn't agree at first. But I was stern. Reluctantly, but smiling, she slowly tiptoed toward the window. As she got closer, their chattering stopped. I knew they were admiring her now. She stood there for a few seconds, twirling her hair like a nervous little girl letting enjoy the view. Her chest was heaving up and down from her nervous breathing.

As she reached out for the window, her tits jiggled. She closed the window and the curtain and ran to me, grinning wide. We fucked like there was no tomorrow. We were so turned on from this and when she came, her body shook as if she was having an epilepsy. She said she loved me.

But this little stunt of mine was a big mistake. Those laborers lived nearby and saw her regularly. She told me that she was getting catcalled and having obscene things shouted at her. They would whistle at her even when I was with her. I didn't know what to do. She would look at me like she expected me to fight back or say something to them. But I was too scared to do anything.

We gradually grew distant. She would rarely reply to my texts or even pick up my calls. She blamed me and she was right. It is my fault that this happened.

As one final attempt to win her back I went to her place on her birthday as a surprise. The door was open so I let myself in. I heard moaning from inside. It was her voice. My heart sank.

I slowly got closer without making any sound. What I saw horrified me. She was naked on her back and one of the laborers who saw her was on top, pinning her arms down, and r****g her.

I was about to charge when she pushed him down and climbed on top. I didn't want to believe it. She was fucking him willingly.

Even today, I remember every detail of it. She rode him up and down, her tits jiggling. She took his hand and brought it to them. Then she saw me.

But she didn't stop. She kept going up and down. "I'm sorry", was all she could say as she kept grinding on his dick. I just stood there not knowing what to do.

The guy sat up, looked at me and put his mouth around her nipple. She moaned and caressed his hair. Then I heard a familiar sound escape from her. The groans that I would hear whenever she cums. Her body quivered all over as she closed her eyes and kissed his filthy mouth like she loved him. It seemed that she actually was in love with him.

After cumming, he pushed her to the side and got up. He wasn't wearing a condom. He put his rags of clothes back on, patted my head like I was a kid, and went out. She was crying like a child caught stealing. I didn't say anything to her and left.

It's been three months and I haven't heard from her since then. I am not able to date anymore because of trauma and self esteem issues. All of this was my fault and I don't think I'm ever going to be able to live this down.

My Brother

I am 40. My brother is 42. When we were in college, we had sex. It lasted the summer and into the following school year.

I started during a late night swim in the pool. We were both a bit under the spell of some alcohol. We thought it would be a good idea (and safe because it was dark) to swim naked. Off came the bathing suits!!! That led to talking about sexual partners at school. That led to a small amount of naughty chat. Then it happened. We just got a little too close and I realized he was hard. I said why are you hard? I knew but I wanted him to say it. He responded and said I had a sexy body and he was turned on. This quickly went to me jerking his cock and him fingering me. We both came, got out of the pool and went to our rooms.

We did that almost every night for two weeks, until he said he wanted more -to eat me, fuck me and for me to do the same to him. So we did basically everything for the rest of the summer.

Nobody ever knew. We did this on and off after that summer until I got married. I still think about his cock though.

The Best Customer I've Ever Had

I used to be a car salesman. One day a beautiful lady came into the showroom with her father, or so I thought. It turns out he was the husband. Harriot was in her late twenties, and old father time was in his late fifties. Although old, her was loaded and bought his trophy wife a fifty thousand pound Mercedes for a “run around.”

Harriot was a brunette, five feet six or seven, with good-sized breasts with a lovely slim figure; it's fair to say I was in lust with her from the moment I met her. After we did the deal, I arranged a delivery date and told them what I needed beforehand regards insurance and payment. Harriot rang a couple of days before the car was due and asked when I would be in the dealership to take the cover note and banker's draft from her. I gave her some options; she said she was in town on my late night. One salesman had to work until 9 pm each weekday, which sucked. I’d given up hope on my late night; however, she turned up five minutes before I was due to lock up. Great, I thought!! That makes me late home!!

We exchanged all the documents and payment, and then she asked if I wanted to go for a drink. Now, with most customers, I would have said no thanks, I need to get home; however, the thought of having a drink with this honey made it impossible to say no. The pub was empty, and I bought us drinks. We sat in a quiet booth drinking and talking shit, then out of the blue, she put her hand on my leg, looked me square in the eyes and asked if I found her attractive. Game on, I thought. In the seclusion of our booth, I put my hand up her skirt down her panties and felt the most glorious, shaved pussy. She was moaning as I finger-blasted her. Fast forward half an hour, and we were back at the dealership across the road from the pub; I didn’t put the lights back on. I took her into the staff room, again without turning the lights on, and on one of the settees, stripped her naked and fucked her for over two hours straight. She said that old father time hadn’t been anywhere near her for months, and she was desperate for cock. He also worked away in London quite a lot.

Over the next year, I must have fucked her a hundred times, sometimes when I was on lates in the staff room, other times in the back of my car up on the moors. I was on a training course about fifty miles from home and staying in a hotel. That was a fantastic night, and I took her anal cherry, which was delicious! Old father time then retired, which stopped a lot of the action, although she did call into the dealership a few times on a Saturday while shopping with her friend. Her friend would disappear for an hour as I fucked her in the workshop canteen; the mechanics didn’t work on Saturday afternoons. I fucked her for about three years until she suddenly stopped coming in at the weekend; no idea what happened to her, but it was a marvellous time.

Her Godmother

Last week, I left work early and headed home to find my own personal nightmare waiting for me in the driveway. There was another truck in the driveway, and when I walked in the house I heard my wife moaning loudly from our bedroom and a slapping sound. I knew what was going on, but I had to take a peek through the open bedroom door - my wife was getting fucked by another guy, I didn't know him. I felt sick to my stomach, light headed, the room started spinning.

I had to get outside - so I went back out, got in my car, and drove away. Yeah, I cried. I knew Tina was a bit bored, she'd said as much. We'd been working on it, even went to therapy. I thought we were getting better. Again, I had no idea who the guy was, just that he looked about ten years younger than me. I was driving aimlessly, so I pulled over in a parking lot.

That's when I got the idea - I called my wife's godmother, Ava. Ava is 62 years old, brunette, originally from France. About a year ago, Ava pretty much told me at the family Christmas party that if I needed anything - ANYTHING she said as she rubbed my hand and looked intensely into my eyes - all I had to do was call her. So I did, and I blubbered into the phone. Ava told me to come over. By this time, it was getting toward evening, and I got a text from my wife asking when I was going to be home and if I could pick up a couple of things. I ignored it, and drove to Ava's apartment.

Ava greeted me with a huge hug, wearing a super silky kimono style robe and black fishnets. She's still somewhat toned, though she clearly is an older woman. Her hair is perfectly kept, though, shoulder length and perfectly gray. She had me sit on her couch, poured us some wine, and asked me what happened. I told her what I saw, cried a bit more, and she pulled me close to her and told me everything would be okay. That I'd stay the night in the apartment and in the morning figure everything out.

And she kissed my ear, gently at first, but with more intensity as she moved to my neck. She told me tonight to just enjoy her, in that accent. Before I knew what was going on, that kimono was open and I saw the matching black panties (lace thong) and push up bra that went with those fishnets, and she was undressing me, slowly rubbing my neck and shoulders, encouraging me to drink more wine and kissing me every time I took a sip to get a taste herself. I was in my boxers - she pulled my cock through the slot and used it to lead me to her bedroom, the black wrought iron bed with white sheets and tons of pillows, perfectly made.

She had me sit on the edge of the bed, stroking my hardening cock the entire time. Then she looked up at me and licked from the base of my cock all the way to the tip, delightfully slow, deliberate. Let me love you tonight, she said, and took my boxers off to lick my balls with soft kitten licks, smelling them at the same time she was caressing them and my cock. This turned into a very sultry and slow tongue job, just licking the head of my cock, then the precum that came from the tip, then the head again, over and over for what felt like forever. I started to cum, and she gently jerked me off all over her fishnets and panties, her flat but slightly flabby stomach. She leaned back to make sure all of me went all over her. Now rest, she said, pointing to the bed. I got under the covers and slept immediately.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to find her lying next to me, in my arms, completely naked. I looked at her aging, but still desirable, body. Her cute little saggy tits, the cellulite on her ass, the salt and pepper hair over her pussy. Hugging her closer, she woke up and without missing a beat leaned up and kissed me gently, then slid her hand down her body and began touching herself. I already came once, I let you sleep, she said - want to watch me? I did, and I watched her, held her, kissed her, while she masturbated. Eventually she got out a vibrator from the side table and replaced it on her pussy. Her fingers went to my mouth, taste me she said. I did.

Slowly, she worked herself up to an orgasm, and I held her as she shuddered lightly in my arms, moaning sweetly but quietly. Then her mouth was on my cock again for a few moments, then I felt her pussy as she mounted me and rode me slowly, deliberately. I came in her moaning her name loudly in her ear, one hand on her ass, the other entangled in her hair. She dismounted, then grabbed her thong off the floor and put it back on. I loved thinking about my cum sliding out of her into that thong. We slept.

In the morning I called out sick - she made me breakfast and we looked at my phone. Many missed texts and calls and messages, getting more hostile as the hours went by. Go to her, pack up anything you need, and come back here, she said. My goddaughter, she sighed. I walked back into the bedroom to collect my clothes and hit the bathroom to wash up. On top of the hamper I saw the thong, saw the cum stain in it. I grabbed that and left.

When I got to my house, Tina was waiting. She was angry, cursing me, accusing me of cheating, all kinds of craziness. I said nothing as I walked past her in the yard into the house. One of our neighbors had come out and asked if we were okay, Tina told them I'd run off and she was worried about me. Ha. Tina followed me in and kept at it.

I saw the truck in the driveway yesterday, heard the guy fucking you, saw it, I said quietly. Tina shifted into full on attack mode at that point, telling me how it was all my fault and I never paid attention to her. I responded by slamming the thong on the dining room table and walking to our room to pack. It was still wet. What's this, she said.

Ask your godmother. That's where I went, that's where I'm going back to. I want a divorce. And you aren't getting shit, you goddamn bitch. I packed up and left, and have been staying with Ava ever since.

Keeping The Revenge Porn

First off, this is not about my revenge, but someone else's, and almost certainly one which was entirely unjustified. About 15 years ago I was working in an office with several other guys, but occasionally a very cute, pudgy, younger lady from another department would come by and shoot the breeze. A few times Brenda would talk about her dating life, and how sometimes guys would ghost her. I felt bad about that, but admitted that I had done that to another woman recently, and had to think about how I might be choosing the wrong women at the time myself. I was tempted to ask Brenda out myself, but somehow that never felt right.

I moved on from that job, but a few years ago I was searching for amateur porn online and came across an ex-girlfriend site which sometimes posted candid picture or videos of women, nude or having sex, along with descriptions of what the poster didn't like about them. These usually were just vague, nothing actually substantiating that the women deserved this. While I felt bad for the women, I frankly found the porn really hot, because it was so real to life and showed the women completely unpretentiously.

Then one day I was searching the site for women in my area (posts were arranged geographically) and suddenly saw Brenda: tits, pussy, finger-sucking, full nudes. The description didn't say much about what she had supposedly done to offend the poster, but did say that her one merit was that she gave great blowjobs. The sight of her naked body and the knowledge of her oral skills made me with that I had dated her when I had the chance, even if it hadn't lasted. But I knew I had to let her know about this; I set up an anonymous account and emailed her the link so she would have the chance to ask for the pictures to be removed. I didn't identify myself but simply assured her that while she would know who I was, we were unlikely to run into each other again, figuring if she needed to know who I was she would ask. She didn't ask or respond at all, but a week or so later the pictures vanished from the site so I guess she asked for them to be removed and the site owners followed suit. I've never seen the pictures reappear anywhere.

But I confess, I kept copies, and masturbate to them once in a while. Man she looked hot, and thinking of eating her sweet pussy and coming in her warm mouth gets me going nicely. We indeed never met again, but I looked her up recently and saw she was married with a child, and looking very happy, so I'm glad things worked out for her.

Lied To My Husband

Back before I met my husband I was living with my boyfriend. I came home one day to find him screwing a girl on our bed. This my husband knows.
I was so angry, I left and drove around for an hour and then I had a idea. A guy that hung out in our group was always flirting with me and trying to get me to sneak out with him. Most in the group liked him but my cheating boyfriend did not like him. I ended up driving to the guys house, I go in and later I slept with him. My husband knows this. What he doesn’t know is that I ended up staying with the guy more than a month. He was really good in bed, and it didn’t hurt that his dick was way bigger that the few I had at that point in my life. My husband thinks I went home to my parents the following day.
My husband also doesn’t know that the guy and I continued being fuck buddies.
I went back to college and he lived near the campus so I was fucking him several times a week, all the up to when I met my husband about a year later. My husband and I were dating and he was trying hard to get into my pants and I was playing the good girl. I finally quit going to the guys house and soon after gave in and had sex with my future husband. It was freakin awful, I’d become so use to a thick penis sometimes I wasn’t sure if he was in me. When I got on top he kept coming out because I was raising up too far. He came fairly quick and when he came back from the bathroom his soft penis was so small, I mean maybe an inch or two.
I wanted to bail out right then and there, I didn’t return his calls for a few days and yes I went and got pounded by my FWB. We did some 420 and I started telling him about my future husband and how small is penis is, maybe 4.5 inches and very thin. Then I felt bad about telling the guy about him, the guy snickered and made fun of him a bit and I just went along and then he pissed me off and we started arguing and I started defending my future husband and the the guy just starts stripping my clothes off and starts fucking me again. Still mocking my future husbands dick.

I told my husband before we married that I had been with 3 guys and told him I only slept with my FWB once and no mention of course of his big dick. Now years later I run into the guy at a party with my husband, it had been 15 years. When I saw him we were a distance away from the others. He just suddenly hugged me and saying hello. I had a chill run down my spine and straight to my pussy. I was instantly wet. We played it off of course, he had a wife with him. To see him talking to my husband and carrying on made me terribly anxious. As we leave the party we walk by my FWB and my husband gives him a hearty handshake and then invites him to golf. I almost collapsed right there. What if they become friends ? I just know he’s going to find out. It is definitely a problem, I have rubbed out several orgasms thinking about fucking him again. I hadn’t done that in years.

Aunt Mary's Revenge

So I'm a Plant Manager for a large manufacturing plant, have about 300 employees. Great people, I am fortunate to be where I am. We live in a nice paid off house with plenty of room in a subdivision next to a golf course. The downside to being in a nice place is everyone in our family likes to come and visit. I get along great with most of my trophy wife's family, so it's no big deal, they are welcome anytime.

Except... for Aunt Mary (not her real name). My wife's aunt is a Karen ish pretend Southern Belle who thinks she pees perfume and can do no wrong. At one all family function she decided for whatever reason it was time to try to put me in my place and order me around in front of everyone. I try to be nice to everyone, so I sucked it up, remained a gentleman, and didn't make a big deal about it. But the one thing about me is that if you ever treat me or my immediate family badly I will not forget and I will get you back someday somehow.

Aunt Mary and a few others came up for a visit last month. It was fairly uneventful, I was conveniently working a lot to stay away from Aunt Mary.

What Aunt Mary didn't know was that the room she stayed in had a nanny cam and I guess my wife forgot about it since she does not have the log in. Sooo hello naked Aunt Mary.

She is in her late 50s and has an older MILF type body, most notably two niced shaped 36D torp**o tits that point down at a 45 degree angle with huge eraser nipples just perfect to suckle on, and a nicely shaped full ass.

So tonight, though she will never know, Aunt Mary and I will be having sex and I'll be filling that nice shaped ass with a full multistream load of my cum while I'm pulling pinching and tweaking her long eraser nipples. You like that big cock in your ass Aunt Mary??? Yeah I knew you would you slut. Payback feels pretty good.

Revenge On My Deceased Ex Husband

This isn't a sex related confession. It's desecration, no other word for it, but it's done and I'd probably do it again.

I was raised by strict religious parents and was encouraged to marry right out of high school to a man twelve years older. I thought he was wonderful, but he started changing as soon as we married. On our wedding night, I was a virgin and my hymen was intact and thick, but he didn't any think foreplay was necessary. He told me it was like pulling off a band aid and basically r**ed me. Within a few weeks he was verbally abusing and beating me. I put up with it. I was always taught it was God's plan that wives submit to their husbands.

He began having affairs and I put up with that too. I don't know, maybe I was hoping that when I got pregnant he'd stop all this. It never happened. We were married three years when he left me for another woman.

I filed for divorce and was shunned by our church and my parents as if it was my fault our marriage failed. With the help of friends and social workers I found the courage to start a whole new life. While I was in community college, I met a man who taught me what real love is. I got pregnant in no time, probably on our honeymoon, and we had a son who is now getting ready for college in the fall.

My ex husband died recently of a massive heart attack. He was 54 and all alone. All his women, his friends, and his family had abandoned him. He never had the child he wanted.

I took the day off work and drove to his funeral visitation, which in his case was right before the funeral itself at the cemetery. Nobody else attended, unless they came and went before I got there. Nobody. I knew the owner of the mortuary and she said it was very kind of me to come. It was an open casket affair, and I told her I'd like some time alone with him. She said to take as long as I wanted.

As I pretended to talk to him and say goodbye, I slipped three photographs under his suit and lay them next to his heart. One of the pictures was of me nude in front of a fireplace making romantic, passionate love to my second husband when we were newlyweds. The second was of my husband standing behind me caressing my baby bump. The third was a recent picture of my husband and me just walking along a beach, hugging and smiling at each other.

I told the mortician I'd said my goodbyes and not long afterward they closed the casket and carried it to the hearse. I followed it to the cemetery. I stayed on the cemetery grounds until they covered him up.

I know it's beyond petty and vindictive, but I wanted him to moulder in his grave for eternity with proof of my happiness next to his heart.