Dress Up For Me In Ways You Don’t For Your Husband. Maybe He Doesn’t Pay Attention When You Do. Maybe

I miss helping married women find other men or women to play with us. In my 20s, I was fucking a married coworker in her mid-40s. She had an amazing body and once on the road, I watched her fuck three guys we met. As a mom and wife, she had to live a very different life and admitted that her husband has no clue about her needs or her past. In her own 20s, she said she was in Vegas and fucked a bachelor party of five guys with a friend and let a number of them cum in her.

Younger, single

I shared earlier, but a number of women that I've met and fucked since the vaccine rolled out have been younger and single; never married. It isn't typical of me to pursue this segment of women, but it has been a lot of fun. They can easily go where they please and they seem pretty excited to get out and fuck.

I like to take my time to get to know someone and feel that chemistry when I meet them online. Meeting brand new people when I'm out and about is one thing, but people can do a pretty good job hiding who they really are online and meeting them can be a jarring experience. I'm not desperate, so taking my time is an easy task. If someone wants to meet too quickly, it's a red flag for me. It's a deal-killer if they react very negatively to my objection.

I met a woman in her early 20s, where the game is different and you have to navigate pitfalls of feelings and shit. Expectations need to be crystal clear. We flirted for a bit online and it escalated to sending nudes; she initiated. She sent a pic of herself dressed in a skirt and blouse and asked if I liked what I saw. Of course I did. She followed it up with subsequent pics of her taking articles of the outfit off and told me to tell her to stop if I saw something I didn't like. I initially told her to stop after the first pic she sent with less on, which shocked her. She realized I was joking and I told her I like to do it myself. She kept sending pics of herself wearing less and said she wouldn't stop unless I was willing to do something about it. I suggested we meet up somewhere public and she agreed. I let her pick the location (a park) and it was about 40 minutes away.

I met her and we walked around and the chemistry was there. We clicked quickly. She complained about her shoes hurting and I suggested we get her off them. She invited me to her place. Her door was barely closed by the time I pressed her against the wall and kissed her, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. She reciprocated the kiss hard and rough; my queue to match as I knew where this was going. I took a hand and put it on her neck as I kissed her, her other hand greedily groping me and reaching for my cock. I was hard as fuck and she fumbled with my jeans and pulled them down, letting my big cock flop out. I saw her reaction and I forced her to her knees, still by her door, and she started to lick my shaft and suck my cock as best she could while my hands roughly grabbed at the hair on the top of and the back of her head.

I could tell it wasn't the most comfortable for her, so I picked her up and she pointed me to the bedroom. I put her down on the bed and spread her legs, hiking her skirt up and pushing her thong aside to expose her dripping pussy. I dove into her, face first, and slowly ate that pussy while I reached up and played with her nipples with one hand and she sucked on the fingers of my other. I couldn't take it anymore and stood. I put a condom on and rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, letting the length rub between her pussy lips. After teasing, I let the tip of my cock press into her, feeling her tight pussy stretch on me as I pressed in. She was vocal as I pressed deeper into her protesting pussy. I feel like a bragging douche, but I like to talk about my big dick when I fuck and she did as well. I'm blessed and hung. I asked her if she likes big cocks and she said I was the biggest. Some women may lie, I get it, but it feels good to hear. I know I'm big, so I know that it is true, more often than not. Even though she is not short, she's super thin and it felt like splitting her.

The tightness was hard to edge with, so I pulled out, going down on her to recover a bit, and she came on my mouth. She convulsed as she grabbed hard at her own breast and clit. I got up and pressed my cock back into her wet pussy. She let loose dirty talk as she said whatever she could to encourage me to cum. I took the challenged and edged for a while. I flipped her onto her knees and I worked her back up to another orgasm, while she touched her clit, and she came, squeezing my cock hard in her. She was loud and I pulled her hair. I pulled out of her as she got up. She took my condom off and sucked my cock, gagging on it and I did not hold back until I flooded her mouth with my cum.

I stuck around until late that night, fucking her again, and chilling without the awkwardness of a new lover. I felt a bit used when she asked to take a picture of my cock to send to a friend of hers, but that's the game you play for free marketing I guess.

I fucked her two more times since, but again, since she is young, I needed to space connections out to avoid girlfriend signals. She is fucking other guys too, which she felt liberated to share with me since she doesn't share that with other guys. Usually single, young women fucking other guys is one of the best ways to keep them from getting too clingy.

and shocking how many marriages have been strained and stressed by COVID and how willing so many wives are to sneak away and spread their legs.

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Where are you from?

The Chicago(land) area.

Coworker Escape

I recently met a coworker on a business trip.  It was actually just her and I working a deal and we were staying a few nights together.  She is married, but the trip gave us a get-away together.  It’s great to have a love nest to get away.  It’s better to be able to not have to deal with the anxiety of being on a schedule when cheating.  Cheating while traveling is the best.  She’s in her late-20s and no kids.  Easy for getting away and not worrying about anything domestic or having to call home and check up on things.

When we met up it was mid-morning and we didn’t waste much time.  The greeting hug went to a kiss, which turned passionate very quickly.  The foreplay and wandering hands went on until she pulled herself away to use the bathroom.  She came back out in an iridescent outfit that was part sexy clothes that may fit in at a rave and part lingerie.  It was skin tight on her petite frame and she danced for me, sexy heels and all.  She straddled me and the foreplay with wandering hands continued.  There was no penetration, but the building tension was so hot.  You know the quick, sharp, shallow breaths you have when you’re excited or turned on?  You feel that on your ears and neck and you just feed that energy right back at the other person.  It was intense with interlaced dirty talk.

Our first session started with so much foreplay that we lost time.  By the time I ripped out the crotch of her outfit, my cock had been hard for a long time, begging to fuck her, which her wetness reciprocated the feeling.  It was slow at first, but the fucking picked up the pace.  I would change up speeds to slow things down just to be still with my cock in her as I massaged her back, ran my fingers through her hair, or gently let my hands just explore her.  I edged multiple times, slowing down for the hopes of a bigger orgasm, knowing my pre-cum was seeping into her pussy.  It was a very gentle, but sometimes rough experience.  When I finally came, it was an amazing load and release after edging for so long.  After we both came, we just laid there and enjoyed the silence.  We eventually went to take a shower and fucked her in there as well.

From there we got some work done, we fucked again after dinner and chilled.  The next day we went to the meeting with our client and took them out to dinner.  After our client excused themselves, we went back to the room to play some more.

Deactivated Cheater

Recently I met-and-fucked a new cheating wife off Tumblr.  She initially reached out to me and we’ve been flirting since before Thanksgiving.  She never cheated before and was local to my area (the Chicago metro area/Chicagoland).  She was so shy and nervous when we first met.  She came out my way, after ditching work, so she wouldn’t likely be recognized during lunch.  Late 20s, pretty face, and no kids.  She first thought of cheating after going to a party with her friends and watching a friend cheat with one of the guys they met.  My friend couldn’t bring herself to do it, but she admitted that she couldn’t get the exciting idea out of her head.  She found a cheating niche on Tumblr and started to reblog content.  She found me, reached out, and ended up on her back at my place, with me spreading her legs, helping her feel the first cock other than her husband’s.

She married her high school sweetheart and grew up in a conservative house that never talked about sex.  She said she felt a lot of guilt fucking her husband before they got married, but he was the only one she was ever with, despite her friends constantly urging her to fuck around and/or not settle for her husband.  She’s 5′2″ and petite.  I disarmed her nerves with significant kissing and foreplay.  She was the one that actually initiated more and surprised me by taking me into her mouth.  Her mouth stretched around my girth and tried to take as much as she could.  She hasn’t sucked her husband cock in over three years.  He’s smaller than me, but average in size and girth.

I tasted her pussy and took my time with it.  I wanted her warmed up and wet, which she already was, but I really wanted to relax her and calm her nerves.  When I could tell that she was close to cumming in my mouth, I backed off and helped her edge away.  Up to this point, there wasn’t much dirty talk, but that triggered it.  I kissed her pussy and slowly marched kisses up from between her legs up to her collarbone and neck, ultimately her lips and holding her hands above her head.  I ran the tip of my cock between her pussy lips, rubbing my pre-cum on her clit.  I slowly slid the tip inside her and took my time, with each thrust, pushing my cock deeper into her.  I bottomed out and I kissed her, taking my time as she stretched on my girth.  I started picking up the pace while fucking her and we enjoyed the next hour or so of edging her as she would get close to cumming.  I didn’t stop when I got close and I just slowed as I came twice inside her.  I stayed hard and recovered.  Eventually she came and exploded with vulgarity as she did.  When she was done, a switch flipped.  I pulled out and our conversation got a little awkward afterwards.  She went to the bathroom for a bit and came out fully dressed.  She wanted to quickly leave and even the kiss goodbye got a little awkward.

The next day, I logged into Tumblr and went to check her blog to find it deactivated.  We messaged on Tumblr because she wasn’t comfortable with me having her number, so we have to way to contact one another.  I’m guessing she got nervous and felt guilty, so she removed her blog.

It’s funny, oftentimes women act like that, they ghost me, but come back for more when they reconcile what they’ve done and realize they want more.  She wanted to be my slut and the subject of a post, so now she is.

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

Such bullshit.  They almost always come back.  It makes me even harder next time.  Yeah, you were done cheating?  Then why am I fucking you again?  Oh yeah, because you’re my slut.

Look, just put the guilt aside and spread your legs like a good girl.

I love it when I meet a woman and she just bluntly says, when we are still in public, “Have you ever fucked a married woman?”  It’s always on.

Would you tell hoe mean you van be to your sluts? You ever beat or even mark them?

What?

Beat them? Absolutely not. Spanking and BDSM is one thing, but I’m not looking for some catharsis from some wild trauma by being violent. People should seek therapy if they feel that the only way to feel normal is to really physically damage others.

The same goes with people that seek it. I get it that someone may feel the desire to be beaten, but that is a manifestation of trauma that needs to get worked out in a healthy way. Satisfying it in the physical will probably only make it go away temporarily while causing one to only engage in relationships that continue a toxic and traumatic cycle.