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Ride me bare and take my seed home to your cuck.

Those worlds can live completely separate from one another without intersecting. There is no reason for you to give up your passion to fuck other men just because you're a mom or wife.

I know a number of boyfriends that got drunk at music festivals and had to retire to their tent, but their girlfriend still wanted to party. She knows she is flirting and knows she is getting out of control. That's the plan. Looking the dude in the eye the next day and hanging out as strangers, yet knowing I fucked his girlfriend, is an extremely powerful moment.

Experienced: When you are wasted and I am soaking wet 🙈💦👩🏼

Friend’s new woman

Try to follow along.

A friend is now dating a woman that is friends with a wife that I used to fuck.  Back then, years ago, the wife I fucked introduced me to the new g/f and she was married at the time.  I fucked her on and off over the course of a year or so and then I hadn’t heard from her since.

Now at a friendly gathering, years later, I run into her dating a friend of mine.  We played it off like we never met before and I messaged her later on asking how she was and she was mortified that I was going to do something stupid to expose her.  I didn’t.  100% discretion.

Ghosted and resurrected!

A bit ago I met a new, local, cheating friend who I finally fucked. She was shy and took a bit of time to get her to open up, but she did and we met up. We first met for coffee and kept it casual. The second meeting was more straightforward with her coming over after her kids were off to school. She called in sick while her husband was at work and came over wearing some skin-tight athletic wear with a pony tail. Again, she was shy, but opened up quickly. Most women like this tend to prefer that I lead, which is the plan anyway. Last year, she had gotten a breast lift and slight enhancements, which she has been enthusiastic to show off, despite her more reserved personality. I first connected with her from her finding me on a cheating site after she was getting turned on by the additional attention she was getting from her tits. That said, her tits looked amazing and you couldn't tell that she has three kids from her fitness level.

After talking a bit and getting comfortable, she followed my lead and let me pull her onto my lap on my couch. We made out for a while, with her grinding herself against me, and I held off pulling her tits out to see how long she could go before wanting more. She eventually asked me if I wanted to see them. I asked if she liked sharing them and she said she did. She admitted that she shared nudes with other guys since the enhancement. Her nipples were poking through the top and I licked and sucked them lightly before pulling the top down so they could spill out. She has very sensitive nipples, so she turned into a new woman once I had her nipples in my mouth and against my tongue. Her kisses got harder and she reciprocated the energy and roughness of my hands and lips.

My greedy hands were all over her and then I pushed her off of me and bent her over the couch. I peeled her tight leggings down to expose no panties and a shaved pussy. I buried my face in her pussy and she slid a finger into her ass as I ate her from behind. She was already incredibly wet from the extended kissing and grinding session. At some point I couldn't control myself and I pulled my cock out, running the head of my cock between her slit and down to her clit. She was nervous, but the instinct for her to fuck overwhelmed her. I grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her up a bit. She got on her elbows and I pulled her head to look back at me. Words haven't been spoken for some time, but the eyes and sounds she made reflected the feeling as I pressed my cock into her. I was bare and she couldn't help herself or stop the need. The tightness on my big cock gave way to the wetness. She grit her teeth as I pulled out and roughly thrust deeper into her, repeatedly.

She kept her eyes on me with a furrowed brow and an open mouth. That's how it went as I fucked her from behind, but had her pivot to her back, legs spread. It was shortly after she came that things changed and she was brought back to some semblance of reality. I could tell her demeanor changed and I stopped, without finishing. She grew nervous and I explained that it was going to be an awkward moment for her. I gave her space and some water, told her to use the bathroom, get dressed, and leave if she needed. She could stay, but I needed to make sure she knew options and that she did not owe me explanations for whatever she decided. Ultimately she decided to leave. I did not message her for a while, but when I did, she ghosted me. I didn't bother to reach out again, because I knew that women like her, cheating for the first time, needed time to process what happened.

Ultimately, about three months later, recently, she reached out again with a few simple, single-word questions. I recognized it as a fishing expedition to see if I would respond and how. I focused on comfort and after the shock of what she did, the Holidays behind us, she reached out again to "talk". The talking was mostly her needing to share with someone what she did, even if it was me. She needed her voice to be heard by someone. It re-established the connection and we ended up fucking again...but perhaps those details will be best reserved for another post!

It is hot as fuck to have a single FWB that ends up finding a guy and even though she SAYS she wants to stop fucking, she still responds to booty calls.

Vegas and stuff

Last week I went on a Vegas trip with some friends.  I was the only single guy in the group of guys and I made sure that I had my own room for privacy, should I meet lady friends.  

The fun news was that my friend’s wife, who I fuck and had a baby earlier this year, came with and it was their first trip away from the baby.  We found time for her to disappear into my room to fuck.  It was our first time fucking since she had the baby and she looked and felt amazing.  She was so incredibly into it and it was a shame that we just didn’t have more time.  I did fuck her bareback and while she doesn’t have any protection, she is still breastfeeding and I guess she hasn’t gotten her period back yet.  It was hot watching her back at the pool, kissing her husband with a pussy full of my cum.  Later she told me that they fucked before getting ready for dinner and he had my sloppy seconds.

I actually stayed two extra nights (which is stupid/insane in Vegas) so I could have some time alone to find friends.  I found three women that were at the pool and the “shy, but want to party” type.  All three were married, early 30s; only one had kids.  They were just hanging out and sort of quiet, but they got chatty once I started talking to them.  We had a great time at the pool and I got one of their numbers as I wanted to try to get them to hang out again.  They were busy that night (and so was I with my friends), but the one I got the number from texted me in a progressively flirty and sexy way that night.  I got her to agree to come to my room under the guise of going to the pool early in the morning.  She showed up in a bikini and we immediately started kissing.  The foreplay went on for the better part of an hour and I fucked her for the same.  We cleaned up and I told her I would meet her at the pool with her friends later.  I tried to work an angle with her friends, but it wasn’t so.  The second day I met up with the new friend and fucked her, and I think the other women got a little suspicious.  I tried to keep it casual and interact with them intermittently during the day so it would not make things weird or awkward.  They did all invite me out to hang during each of my remaining nights.  I just couldn’t find a way to break through to the other two other than just being friendly.  I think it set off enough red flags for the friends that I was in Vegas by myself at that point. They seemed to understand that my friends left, that I was the only single one, and welcomed the company.  The one I fucked didn’t ask questions, since she knew what I was looking for.  When we were out, she took every opportunity to get handsy with me when her friends weren’t looking or weren’t around.

Sex addiction

Someone I’ve been fucking lately started probing and asking me questions about myself.  Things like, why I do what I do.  The topic of sex addiction and maybe understanding where my promiscuous and taboo-seeking nature comes from.

I haven’t seen anyone professionally about this, but I will say (and many of you can deduce) that I’m addicted to sex.  I always seek it.  There is a form of validation that I receive when I fuck new women, sure.  It comes in the form of a thrill that I’ve attracted someone to the point that they will fuck.  The taboo is interlaced with it in that I validate my own sexuality when someone will cheat on their husband with me.  I see attractive women with wedding rings and I get hard.  I feel compelled to talk to and flirt with them.  I’m an attractive male with a big cock that makes a lot of money in my sales job.  It makes it relatively easy when you couple that with my confidence.  I feel that validation when I see a woman’s eyes and absorb her responses to flirting.  I feel it when she feels my hard body against hers and she appreciates how I look and feel.  I feel it when she sees the size of my cock.

That winning feeling of beating her husband because he isn’t giving her what she needs and (in the majority of situations) he simply cannot give her with an inferior cock.

I work out because I love it.  The endorphins I get and the high of working out is an addiction as well.  It’s the thrill and the feeling that just pumps through your veins.  It makes it easy when one addiction helps the success of another.  Thankfully I don’t have an addiction to any hard core drugs, although I’ve met a fair number of women who love to couple drugs, like cocaine, with their cheating habits.

There have been times that I tried to pull away from this lifestyle, but the addiction is too strong.  I have no anchor, as only a few close friends know about my vice and those that do are fucking me.  This isn’t something that I can easily and readily share with close friends, due to the immense level of social judgment that comes with the territory.  I travel often for work, so I’m oftentimes in random cities by myself and unless I lock myself in my hotel room, I am like a kid in a candy store, hopping from location to location, looking for interesting women to meet.

I’m not looking for sympathy, I just have this blog to vent my stories and experiences.  It’s good for me to tell my stories and be able to have a level of anonymity that comes with it.  I plan on sticking with this lifestyle for as long as I can.  I have zero desire to get married and make enough money to be that old rich guy on a boat, inviting women to come travel with me.

Thoughtful day.  Don’t try to stop me.  Come play with me!

I’ll take, “Things her cuck has to come to terms with,” Alex.