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- My Family -
Straight Female / 30

I’m So Fucked

My husband and I are a biracial marriage. He, Jamaican black and I a redheaded Scot. My father in law has always flirted with me throughout our 10 years together. He seemed a nice guy with him always making it known to everyone in the family, how beautiful he thinks I am and how lucky his son is to have me. His hugs are always kinda creepy because it feels almost sexual. Like it’s more than a hug.
He’s stayed with us over the month of August. It started one morning, I running the shower to get it hot and while waiting I ventured into kitchen to pour a coffee. With August being hot and we not having AC I sleep in the buff so I slipped on a very light material short robe. Yes it exposes most of my legs and my husband always gets turned on by my wearing it but I didn’t see the harm. My husband by the way, had left for work hours before. As I stirred my coffee my father in law came up from behind reached under my robe and placed his hands on my bare ass. I screamed in shock. I quickly turned around and there he stood completely naked sporting a huge erection. His hands immediately undid the tie opening up my robe to my nudeness as he felt up my breasts. I screamed, “What are you doing??” He pulled the robe off my shoulders as it fell to the floor. It was like gas to a flame. He forced me over to the table bent me over and stuffed his face into my ass. His tongue was licking me where a tongue should not be. I tried to get away but he smacked my ass so hard, his forearm pinned me face down on the table as he entered his huge self into me. It hurt like Hell. I was not turned on and his penis is far larger than my husband’s and my husband’s is large. He banged me until he came. I didn’t cry or protest. Don’t know why. He had me stand up, he sat in a chair moved me towards him and gently kissed my tummy, suckled on my pink nipples, fondled my tits and caressed my backside. I didn’t move. I just let him have his way for over half an hour. He then hugged me, told me how beautiful I was and believe it or not, thanked me. As if it was my idea. Like I gave myself to him. I said nothing to my husband that evening. I was scared to. I should have because that next morning when my husband left for work, I awoke to my father in law’s face between my legs. At first I thought it was my husband so I made it easy access. It was an oh my God moment. I just laid there as he ate away. At first I was so mad, so scared, a mixed bag of emotions, that I was sure I would not have an orgasm. I didn’t believe nor want one. His father’s tongue and mouth however, are very talented. I eventually did have a orgasm. Of course he followed that up with his massiveness entering me and frankly fucking me to yet another. He ejaculated, told me how lucky his son is, how beautiful I am and again, thanked me! This suddenly became a almost every morning routine. Husband leaves for work, father in law fucks me and then off with our day. I would be lying if I said I didn’t grow to not only enjoy it but look forward to it. He did things that shocked but turned me on. He joined me for a shower, making love there. He and I did it in the woods on a walk together. I began instigating many of our hook ups. I pulled his cock out while he was watching a game show and blew him to completion. He had me on a beach, he moved his bathing suit aside and mine as well, openly fucking me as people went by. It was crazy, excitingly so. My sex life was crazy while he was here. His son has a strong sex drive as do I and with both men fucking me, mine was very, very satisfied.
He has now gone back to Jamaica his son none the wiser with his promise to come again next summer. Oh goodie!
I shouldn’t say this but I can hardly wait!
PS I found the wrapper of his ED meds in his trash can which explains how a 59 year old man could be so horny.

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# 74069 - by White Pink / October 17, 2024
- True Sex Confessions -
Straight Female / 38

New Place Christened

I just moved into a new townhouse last month after finalizing my divorce. Spoiler alert: part of the reason for my divorce was my affair with Dylan, who is an athletic stud I met when he came to me for physiotherapy on his leg. After nine years of marriage I wasn’t interested in a serious relationship with Dylan, but he made me realize I had to ditch my husband. What I continue to be interested in with Dylan, however, is the sex. He’s tall and lean with a big thick cock and endless stamina.

Anyways I love my new 4-storey townhouse. I’ve got my own physio studio on the ground floor with the garage, spacious living and dining on the second floor, 3 bedrooms on the third and a rooftop patio. And on the long weekend, Dylan and I broke it in.

My ex picked up our son on Saturday morning, and my body tingled in anticipation for Dylan’s arrival. If there’s one downside - but it’s also kind of an upside - to my new place it’s that Dylan lives almost 20 miles away. But on this day he biked the whole way, arriving with sweat drenching his cycling jersey.

I gave him a leg massage on the physio table but it wasn’t long before I was freeing his cock from his spandex shorts. I rode him hard and after he bent me over the table.

After that we christened the main floor, Dylan eating me out against the wall and then fucking me on the sofa. Next we made love on the stairwell, him lifting my legs high in the air as he drilled me from four steps below.

Then we christened the master suite, fucking on the bed, the chair and in the shower. We had to take a bit of a break then, and I thought we were done (for a while). But then he suggested we go up to the rooftop deck and fuck.

At first I was little hesitant because it’s a townhouse and the neighbors’ deck is immediately next to it. But he said because it was a cool outside they wouldn’t be there. We went up to inspect and he immediately began fingering me, not taking no for an answer. We stripped again and he took me doggy style on the patio, our bodies (I hope) hidden by the half-wall that fronts the balcony.

It was only about 55 degrees outside and my nipples were hard and my body covered in goosebumps as he finished me. Usually I moan so loud when he fucks me, but this time I had to fight to keep quiet so I grabbed his hand from behind me and shoved it in my mouth as I came.

Dylan stayed the night and we fucked three more times on Sunday. My house really feels like a home now.

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# 74050 - by Jessica / October 16, 2024
- Fetishes and Kinky Sex -
Straight Female / 27

How It Started, Its Not The Sex, It's The Watching It

I went with some friends to a football game. It started to rain so we left, but not before getting wet. Back at the apartment I showered and went to bed. I woke up and went to the bathroom, my roommates door was open and she was with a guy in the full throws of sex. I shouldn't have watched but I did. I forgot why I had gotten up to use the bathroom. When I returned to my room I was sexually wet and aroused and I masturbated before going to sleep.

I was sure I wasn't noticed the night before, but my roommate confronted me. He was some guy she met at a bar, she thought his name was Alex. It wasn't the first time some guy she didn't know wound up between her legs.

Why I told my boss the next day I can't say. He heard me out before leaning over, don't you do that. I won't I told him. I reached out and touched his arm. I'll never do something like that. He looked at me, yes you won't.

That night he came to my apartment uninvited and unannounced. My roommate wasn't there. He sat and asked me if I was sexually active. I said no, he said good. He wanted me to undress, give him a show. All natural, nothing on. I was cold, colder than the room. He watched, didn't move. I had to ask him if he had enough. I adopted the position, he did his thing. I asked him what was next, he had committed a crime.

Unknown to me my roommate had cameras in every room. But instead of evidence we watched the sequence over and over, in her bed on her laptop. Now we had seen each other, now we were more than just friends. Now we had cameras, we picked up men, and then watched the goings on together. Watching a man having sex with you is unnerving but it's more unnerving watching your friend live.

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# 74041 - by Maria / October 16, 2024
- True Sex Confessions -
Straight Female / 24

Sorry Jillian

From the moment I stepped into my new assignment, I felt something powerful. It wasn't the environment or the conversations across cubicles; it was him. Derek. My new boss.

I was just trying to find my footing in the intimidating world of accounting. My degree had armed me with the skills, but nothing had prepared me for Derek. He was older, married, and had this air about him—stoic, composed, and he rarely smiled, but when he did, it was like a crack in a stone wall.

At first, I told myself it was just admiration. His calm presence commanded respect, and he managed every crisis like pro. Every time he addressed me, my heart raced in my chest like I was doing something wrong—but it made me blush. Weeks passed, and I tried to shake it off, tried to focus on my work. But I couldn't deny what was building between us. The way he'd occasionally call me into his office for a “quick chat” about projects, though the conversations would stray from business.

We talked about work, but soon it became more than that. We discussed books, music, our backgrounds—things that felt too intimate for a boss and his employee including if I was dating, and even hints about our sex lives, and how often I "got it". He shared pieces of himself that I don’t think anyone else at the office ever saw. There was a quiet sadness, when he spoke about his wife Jillian and how she didn't understand how hard he worked to provide for his family and that the long hours it took.

I knew I was treading dangerous waters. Derek was married. I had seen the family photo on his desk—his Jillian, stunning in every way, and their two young kids. But every time I looked at that picture, a knot twisted inside me. Guilt, sharp and suffocating. What was I doing?

And yet, I couldn't stop.

One evening everything changed. I had stayed late, finishing up some reports, and when I stood to leave, I saw him standing at his office door, watching me finish his filing. The office was quiet, and we both knew damn well we were the last two there.

“Kammy,” he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I knew what he wanted by the way he was looking at me. I started to shake.

I looked at him, my breath catching in my chest. It was desire, but mixed with the same guilt I had been carrying for weeks. I kept seeing the picture of Jillian and kids in my head. I felt so horrible for what I wanted but why was my panties so wet!?

He just stood there, staring, while my heart pounded. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve gathered my things and left without looking back. But instead, I found myself wanting nothing more than to take that final step. To cross the line I knew I was dangerously close to.
And that’s when I realized there was no turning back. He closed the door. I was so flush I thought I'd have a heart attack, I was riddled with guilt yet so on fire. I was so confused because the guilt made me feel good!

"Jillian doesn't understand how hard I work to provide for her and the kids. That I desreve some me time too. Kammy, you understand don't you?"

I found myself nodding yes and feeling so ashamed at the same time. "I can't... I mean I wii...I mean I want to... I wasn't raised like ..." I fumbled my words. But he drew close to me. I could feel his body almost touching me but not on purpose. He put is finger to my mouth to quiet me and said, "Shhhhh... Kammy, you work almost as much as I do. You deserve you time too. Good girls who work hard always get noticed. You like being noticed by me don't you? Its ok, I can tell."
I was complete lost in lust. He was touching my lips. His hand was no my face! He was so close I could feel his breath! He was so clam, so controlled, so fucking hot! I was raised better than this but I didn't fucking care at that moment about his wife and kids. It honestly made my pussy quiver that he was so bold and in control that he knew he could fuck his employee and he'd get away with it. He was just so damn dominate and confident that I found myself taking his finger from my lips, like hoe, sucking it like a dick to show him I was submitting. His eyes lit up because he knew he had me and he pushed on my shoulders to signal me to get on my knees as he unzipped. He didn't need to say a word because I knew this was my oppertunity to impress him.
I chocked on his manly cock good for him. He fucked my throat like I was a whore he was entilted to. I took it all.
My make up was a mess as he bent me over his desk, flipped my skirt up, tore my panties clear off of me.
"This is why I hired you. Your degree just helps me hide it." he bragged putting his cock head at my pussy slit. I was shaking I was so turned that he had the balls to talk to me like that and not even fear me reporting him.
I looked up and saw the picture of Jillian and the kids on his desk. I thought to myself, "Sorry Jillian, he works hard, he deserves to do this. I am his now." And I felt him enter me and I fucked him back with all I had.

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# 74047 - by Kammy / October 16, 2024
- My Cheating Heart -
Straight Female / 34

It Wasn't Even My Birthday

I never imagined my life would take a turn like this at 34. Sure, I was the dedicated wife, with my husband’s favorite snacks always stocked and a schedule that was meticulously organized. But sometimes, it felt like I was starring in a sitcom where the laugh track was stuck on “awkward.”

It all began at Lisa's birthday party—an event that, like every other gathering, promised too much small talk and too many cheese platters. After a couple of glasses of wine, I found myself leaning against the kitchen counter, munching on the leftover birthday cake, when I noticed him. Max—tall, with tousled hair and a playful grin that suggested he was a bit of a troublemaker.

“So, what’s a woman like you doing in a place like this?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing.

“Surviving on cake and pretending to enjoy small talk,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow. He laughed, and something inside me stirred. We started trading stories—mine about the most ridiculous things my husband had done, his about the worst dates he’d ever been on. It felt liberating.

Eventually, our conversation drifted to our mutual disdain for the predictability of life. “Isn’t it funny how we all end up in these routines?” I mused. “Like, one minute you’re on top of the world, and the next, you’re discussing the merits of different brands of laundry detergent.”

“Right? Like, when did that become the pinnacle of adulting?” he said, leaning closer. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, and my heart raced.

The chemistry was electric. Before I knew it, we were both leaning in, our faces inches apart. And then it happened—our lips met. It was like a spark igniting a fire. Suddenly, I was engulfed in a wave of desire, and all thoughts of my husband faded into the background.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Max asked, his voice low and inviting. My heart raced. This was it—the moment of truth. I thought about my husband, likely at home, binge-watching a crime documentary, and I felt a twinge of guilt. But the excitement bubbling in my stomach drowned out the voice of reason.

We slipped out of the party, laughing as we ducked under the apartment building’s low-hanging awning, which promptly dumped rainwater on us. “Guess it’s just one of those nights!” I joked, feeling a thrill wash over me.

Once we got to his place, the laughter quickly turned into something more heated. We stumbled into his living room, tripping over shoes and laughing at our own clumsiness. Clothes began to fly—my blouse got caught on a chair, and I had to wriggle out of it while trying not to laugh.

“Is this how all affairs start?” I teased, my heart pounding with excitement.

“I think we’re breaking new ground here,” he replied, and with that, we crashed onto the couch, laughter morphing into heated kisses.

His hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t felt in years. I couldn’t help but think this was a scene out of a movie—two people finding unexpected chemistry in a ridiculously funny situation.

As things escalated, the room filled with laughter and gasps, each moment more thrilling than the last. In the heat of the moment, I couldn’t help but think that maybe this was exactly what I needed—something fun, wild, and utterly outside the box.

I would never have sucked my husband's dick with a passion I did to his. I sucked balls my the first time in my life because I wanted to impress him. This was not a chore to check off a list. I wanted him down my throat. I wanted him to litterally face fuck me hard. I wanted him to be my dirty little secrect that my husband never finds out about.

When Max drilled my pussy from behind so hard I was screaming for joy "Don't Stop! Fucking cum in me!" I knew there was no condom, I knew I am not on birth control. But I also knew the memory of this one high risk guilty pleasure would get me through many nights of pathetic sex with my fat balding husband. Piunding me we cummed togther and I loved knowing I was secretly filled with another man's cum.

Afterward, as we lay tangled together, I couldn’t stop chuckling. “So, do we exchange numbers or just pretend this was a fever dream?”

“Let’s go with the latter,” he grinned, and in that moment, I felt free. Sure, I’d crossed a line, but sometimes, slipping into chaos was exactly what life needed.

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# 74035 - by Hyna / October 15, 2024
- My Cheating Heart -
Straight Female / 41

Yesterday Morning

I didn’t mean for it to happen. It wasn’t something I planned, certainly not something I sought. But there was something about Ryan that had my pulse racing every time I saw him.

When I first met him, I was just looking for a way to feel better about myself. I’d been married to Greg for eight years, and while I loved him, our relationship had started to feel… stale. The spark had faded into a comfortable routine. I guess I wanted to feel seen again.

Ryan did that. From our first session, he had this way of making me feel strong, capable, and—dare I say it—sexy. He was playful, teasing me when I lagged during workouts, but there was always an undercurrent of something more in his eyes. That awareness between us simmered beneath every exchange, but I pushed it aside. I wasn’t the kind of woman to stray.

Until yesterday morning.

“You’ve been doing great, Jenna,” , flashing that easy, heart-melting smile of his. “Seriously, your form’s getting better every week.”

I laughed, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “Well, that’s all thanks to you. You always know how to push me.” My words hung in the air, heavier than I intended. His smile faltered just for a second before he looked at me in a way that made my stomach flip.

“Sometimes I feel like I can see what you need even when you don’t,” he said, his voice low.

I froze, my heart pounding. The gym felt too small, too quiet all of a sudden. “Ryan…” I started, but I couldn’t finish the thought. What was I going to say? That I’d been thinking about him far too often? That sometimes when Greg held me at night, my mind wandered to the way Ryan’s hands would feel on me?

“I know,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I know this isn’t what either of us expected.”

The way he looked at me—God, it was like he saw straight through me. My breath hitched as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. My instincts screamed at me to pull away, to think of Greg, to stop. But instead, I leaned into his touch.

When his lips finally met mine, it felt like I’d been waiting for this moment far longer than I realized. In that instant, I let go of everything—except him.

I didn't care about my marriage, kids, my future, all cared about was his hot strong younger body pounding me into the sheets. There was no dull predictible moves like Greg would have used. Greg could never get that hard with out a blue pill. But Ryan was an animal, pure lust, a god in the sack with body of a greek god who sculpted himself daily in the gym prey on hot housewives like me who fall for thier trainers. I knew he had played me, toyed with me, lead me on let me crush on him. I knew the romance he built was all a game to bed me. I didn't care because I wanted to fuck him and in that moment I did care Greg found out, or if it broke his heart. I did care about my vows. I cared about letting Ryan have his way with me.

So there I was back at the apartment of stud at least 15 years younger than me taking his hard throbbing cock up my guilty married wet pussy. I have never been pounded that long, that hard, or that intense in my life. He was pounding me doggy style as he pulled the back of my hair railing me like I was his newest conquest. I felt dirty, I felt like a cheating slutty bitch in heat and I embraced that role with true joy rolling into the best orgasm of my life. It was wrong, selfish, and insane and i didn't care I wanted it all. As he cummed in me I realized we didn't even use a condom. I didn't even think or care in the moment. God I hope I didn't get pregant. Maybe I should do plan B.

Later that night when Greg got home from work I felt so guilty the second i laid eyes on him. Out of guilt I tried to to make love to him. The sex was so bad I dudn't even cum but he sured did because he barely lasted 5 minutes. I rolled off him, turned my back as he went to sleep and texted Ryan that next week we should skip the gym and do our session at his apartment. I asked about condoms he said he'd rather not. I guess I'll start the pill. Don't judgr me.

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# 74038 - by Jenna / October 16, 2024
- My Cheating Heart -
Straight Female / 25

I Just Couldnt Say No Again.

A few months back, I made a confession about cheating on my boyfriend with someone I call "BB", a black man I had met and worled out with at the gym. Had sex with him a lot for a few weeks, but ended there and didnt have any contact with him since.

That is until recently I was out with some coworkers for drinks when I had bumped into him. We kind of chatted, he asked if Id go back to his place and I said no, at first. He gave me his number, told me to call if I changed my mind.

Honestly part of me does feel bad about what happened. I doubt my boyfriend would approve at all. But the sex was incredible, and I missed it. Sex with my boyfriend just doesnt really compare to what I get with BB. Hes just... so much softer? Theres none of the rough, dominant sex with him. So I called BB.

It did not take long to set up a meeting, going to his place where things started out innocently enough. Idk why I was pretending I didnt want it. I knew I did. So did he. He reminded me my boyfriend still didnt need to know, kissed me, and that was it.

I threw my arms around him, kissing hik back and pulling away at his clothes. We made our way to the bedroom when I was finally able to suck his cock again. I missed it. I licked every inch of it and his balls. The smell and the taste put me into a frenzy and I just stopped thinking. The way he was moaning and saying how much he missed his little white slut was too much.

He put me onto the bed, tore away at my clothes and didnt waste anytime in fucking me. He immiediately pounded my pussy and I couldnt stop cumming. It was everything I missed. Being dominated by him and his cock is just something I cant not have anymore. He pushed my legs up and fucked me so hard I thought he might break me. His cock was so deep and I couldnt get enough. It wasnt long before he came inside me, and again. The feel of his cum leaking out of me is pure ecstacy. I need this. It just feels too good.

I know its wrong. I am cheating slut. But even sex with my boyfriend has improved. Theres a thrill to fucking him after BB that helps me get off with him. Hes an amazing guy. But the sex just isnt comparable. Hopefully meeting with BB soon. Even just typing this makes me fucking wet for him.

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# 67143 - by Liliane / August 17, 2023
- My Family -
Straight Male / 38

Wife Niece

My wife niece has always been a flirt with ever since she went away to college. In the past she has “accidentally” rubbed her ass on my dick while trying walk by and i other cases she has lifted her skirt and flashed me her thong. I have told my wife about this and she just says “nah she just has a little crush on you is all it’s harmless”. Well this past thanksgiving it escalated a bit. At her moms place my wife and I brought our swim suits to go in the hot tub. I went and got changed and got in first as my wife was chatting to everyone. So I got in with a nice cold beer and it was so nice. I hear the door open and close and I say “are you ready babe” because I thought it was my wife but instead it was her niece. So now I’m nervous as hell. She’s 21 a smoke show and kinda drunk. She gets in we make small talk whatever and sure enough she starts rubbing my dick with her foot. I tell her to stop and she just giggles. She keeps going and I move away as far as I can without getting out and she just moves closer. I ask her what do you want from me? I’m married to your aunt and your making this super awkward! With no hesitation at all she leans into me and says “I’ve always wanted to suck your cock” I said well you can’t sorry. She got up turned around pulled her bottoms down and spread her cheeks in my face. But I was starting to cave. I rubbed her pussy and asshole and it felt so nice. My cock was rock hard and when she felt it again she started stroking and it and I couldn’t resist. I looked her dead in the eyes and told her to suck my cock and she went right for it. It was great better than my wife for sure and when it was time I stood up and blow my load on her tits. I sat back down like nothing happened and my wife came out about 10 minutes after I nutted. We all sat in the hot tub with my jizz floating around.

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# 74030 - by Rick / October 15, 2024
- I Did It For The Money -
Straight Female / 32

I Don't Want To Stop

Back during the pandemic lockdown, we needed money desperately. I found my way to doing modeling or lingerie housekeeping and that was meant to be the extent of it as far as I knew.

It did not take me long to realize it was pretty much just a cover for prostitution. As in, pretty much the first client. After that first one, I felt very conflicted. Yes, the money was great and would keep us from losing our home but on the other hand I just let a man more than twice my age at the time fuck me, bare, and cum inside me. For money.

When I went home and gave him the money, part of me wanted to tell him I would never do it again and Im so sorry but he was amazed. 'You got all this just for letting some old guy see you dressed sexy while you cleaned?'

'Um...yep. Thats it.'

'Babe, thats amazing, when is the next job?'

Four years later, I am still doing it. Upwards of a dozen clients a week sometimes. I am a whore, and he has no idea. For some of my regulars, when they were short on cash, I still took care of them no charge. I very very much enjoy my very very active sex life, and I don't want to stop but I am at an impasse as he is now talking about it being time to have children. While my whoring has paid off our vehicles, and cut our house payment in half with large amounts down. We have next to no debt. All cause of money I made.

I am unsure what to do now.

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# 74013 - by Lingerie Housekeeper / October 14, 2024
- I Did It For The Money -
Straight Female / 31

My Mother Was Right When She Met Him

I went to work at a professional office. It was a summer job. A week after I started my mother was downtown and she stopped by to take me to lunch. She met one of my bosses, one of the founders of the firm. She told me to be careful, I wasn't playing with a rubber dick, that man was going to fuck me.

Her prediction came true. He kept me like a China doll. Had sex with me and left me a g*ft on the pillow. Pearls, diamonds, semiprecious stones. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, solitaire stones. Once I had a decent collection he bought me purses, scarfs, flimsy pretty underwear. He kept me like a mistress, a pet, a toy. When I left for school at the end of the summer, he gave me a telephone for private conversations, an Ipad for school, and a secret bank account.

It's been some time since I became his mistress, his pet, his toy. I see him on Tuesdays and Fridays. And otherwise live alone.

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# 74015 - by Meryl / October 14, 2024
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