If She’s Asking, She Probably Already Has.  Don’t Say Yes, Even If You Would Be Ok With It. Tell

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!

Weekend fun

I haven’t updated in a bit, but that is mostly because I have been busy as hell.  Finding the time or energy to fit chronicling my adventures has been tough.  I hope you all enjoy them.  I will be working on getting regular updates.

There has been a lot of activity on my end, I just haven’t been writing about it; something I mean to change.

This last weekend was a good example of some fun.  Friday night I met up with two women that I have met and been fucking recently.  They are good friends and the one I met off a dating site introduced me to her friend to play as well.  Both are single and in their mid-20s.  When I met up with them for dinner, they were already dressed in an exciting way.  Earlier that week I had given them some money and told them to buy something sexy to wear for Friday night.  One wore a red, lace teddy and the other had a dark-green matching lace bra and panty set.  They came back to my place and changed. I told them to dance for me and they took their time, all of us kissing with wandering hands as things progressed.  It was hot fucking both of them and watching them play together. I am the kind of guy that prefers to leave some clothes or lingerie on the women I play with, so while the things they purchased were not crotchless, I did have to rip the crotch out of both.

Sunday, while the football games were on, I played my usual card of having a married friend come fuck while her husband was out with the guys.  She said that he felt guilty asking for the time to go drink and hang with his friends to watch the games.  She played the card of going out to do her thing and downplayed her excitement to have the time for herself to come to my place.  He wouldn’t feel as guilty if he knew that she was using her time wisely and cucking him.  Or that I’ve fucked his wife more than he has over the last two months.  Or that I’ve cum in her every time when he is afraid to, despite her being on the pill, unready to have kids just yet.

All in all, a good, productive, sexy weekend.  Back on the road!

Valentine’s Day Repeat

The Valentine’s Day fuck came back for more.  She’s been sexting me since we first hooked up.  Friday night after going out, she texted me and was down to fuck.  She spent the night and enjoyed round two in the morning.  Again, she’s single, so no taboo there.

Her husband likes baseball

This last weekend I didn’t plan on having much going on, however as the weekend drew near, a friend reached out about her husband being out of town for the weekend.  Her husband planned on leaving early on Saturday morning to head down to St. Louis to watch some Cubs/Cards games through Sunday, so it allowed me to have some unbridled free time with his wife.

She waited for him to leave and then got dolled up before she came over to my place.  She came over with these faux leather leggings that had a sheen and hugged every curve of her ass and legs.  As much as I wanted to jump her right then and there, I forced myself to take my time and even went out of my way to slow her down when she wanted more.  We had all day and Sunday to play together, so there was no rush.  We kissed and ran our hands over each other for over an hour, but edged away from going too far.  I wanted to build the tension and have it last.  We maybe said 5 words to each other in the first two hours she was there.  Eventually we had to do lunch, which we stayed in for.

The process of making lunch was a long and sexy one.  We didn’t make anything fancy, but it was a group effort that took longer than normal due to sexy interruptions of mouths and hands busy doing other things.  A while after lunch, I couldn’t take it anymore.  Our hands went farther with each passing moment.  Eventually I pulled my cock out and I grabbed her head to guide my cock into her mouth, roughness taking over as she got into having me use her as she intermittently gagged.  I was on the couch as she knelt between my legs, stroking my cock with her ring-hand, and looking up at me as she sucked my cock.  My left hand was firmly grabbing the hair at the back of her head and roughly encouraging her to take more.  She had to pull off a few times to recover and she liked having her face slapped with my cock as she stroked with deep breaths.  She got me close to cumming and I pulled myself away from that edge.  Instead, I stood up, bent her over on the couch, knees on the carpet, and pulled her leggings down around her thighs as I pressed her face into the cushions.  I could see how wet she was between her legs, still pressed together from the waist of the leggings.  I reached between her thighs to grab her thong, I ripped the part between her legs, and began pressing my bare cock into her soaking wet cunt.  

She still had her heels on as I pushed into her tightness, slightly deeper with each thrust, feeling her stretch and relax.  I had one hand that tightly grabbed her long hair and pulled it backwards to force her head up as I fucked her from behind, the sounds she made got me even harder.  My other hand grabbed her hips as I used them for leverage as I pressed into her deep pussy until I bottomed out.  After she started relaxing, I pulled her up, pulled her leggings off but made her put her heels back on, and put her onto her back; spreading her legs as I slid back into her.  I pinched her nipples, slapped her tits, and grabbed her throat to hold her down.  She ended up on her side, one leg raised, as I fucked her, but I pulled her arms behind her back and used her leggings to bind her wrists and forearms behind her.  I ripped her thong the rest of the way off and stuffed it into her mouth as I continued to fuck and her her pussy.  It was after I started getting rougher that she came on my cock.  I felt her start to tense up and her thighs and ass kept tightening up as I felt her hold her breath as I squeezed her throat.  When she came there was a relaxing release where her body just went limp for a second and she exhaled hard.  I made her turn around and suck my cock until I came all over her face.

We went on like that into and through dinner.  We relaxed and watched a movie, but as we cuddled, we ended up heading upstairs to fuck some more.  In the morning she went back to her place for a bit and then came back after a few hours to hang out some more.  She came back in an old, skin-tight bandage dress that she was willing to part with if it got destroyed.  She made the suggestion, so I made it a point to rip it as we got to fucking again.  It was an unexpected pleasure to have her as my sex slave for 36 hours, especially since I hadn’t seen or fucked her for a few months.  She went home and later told me that she told her husband that she just lounged around watching Netflix, enjoying the time to herself.

I wonder how many nice, innocent wives follow my blog...

You’re some of my favorite readers, because although I would never, ever expect you to reblog something you find here, it’s like watching you get off. Your secret is safe with me. :)

A bit of a change of pace from usual posts. I’ve had a couple open relationships where I’ve fucked my g/f with other women and men.  I wasn’t a cuck, we just had an agreement and enjoyed each other and other people sexually.

It’s actually tough to find attractive people in a swinging/sharing lifestyle. Maybe I’m an asshole for thinking about it that way, but I don’t care. I remember her asking me to go with her to a party to keep an eye on her to keep her safe. I did and throughout the night, I watched a number of guys fuck her. I was there and I fucked a few of the women, but I really just had to keep my head on a swivel to look out for her to make sure guys didn’t do anything stupid.

Experienced: With both of you in bed. Your dick makes me wet 💦 His dick makes me moan 😉

It’s natural, isn’t it?  There is a reason we are primal animals that are drawn to the wild and the risk.

Like when I fucked a girl I met at a music festival. Her boyfriend was a total douche. Ditched her once and passed the fuck out. Opportunities aplenty capitalized on to fuck her.

Is it wrong to keep trophies? I like to review and revisit pictures of conquests.

I’m sure you get this question a lot but how did you first start hooking up with and aiming for married or taken women?

I was in college and met a married woman in a bar.  She had a kid that was enrolled at the same school and she stopped in for a drink.  She wasn’t an alcoholic, but she was kind of bummed that her husband didn’t make the trip out there to drop their kid off as well.  He was traveling and didn’t change his plans for a milestone visit.  We flirted and hit it off.  I fucked her that night and since she wasn’t very far away, she made extra efforts to come visit her kid by herself and then come visit me to fuck.  She was in her 40s and it went on for some time.

After that, I actually went out of my way to meet older women, who happened to be married.  I always had some flirting with me, but I was too young and stupid to realize it.  So it became a goal.  I wanted to fuck as many married women as I could, which was kind of a stupid goal, but one appropriate for a young college kid.  It was actually easier than I expected and I’m a fun person by nature (not a disrespectful or abusive piece of shit, so most women kept me in their back pocket to fuck again if they needed. 

After college I got into my field, which required a lot of travel.  Naturally, as a horny 20-something I just made it another goal to find and fuck women on the road, which I realized that married women were easier than single women.

It became a vice.  Now I’m in my mid-30s and I’ve fucked and cum in a lot of married/taken women, which has become my fetish of sorts.  I’ve had some open relationships, but that’s the extent of it.  I’m pretty damaged when it comes to relationships.