Memorial Day Cuck

I fucking love lingerie like this. I have a collection I've invested in for women over time and I love it!

Coronavirus and travel sex

I hope for all the best for people and families affected as it has locked down travel.  When it comes to my work travel, that has basically been shut down as all non-critical travel will not happen.  I was also scheduled to go to SXSW, which was cancelled, and meet some women that were going out there for work or the music and film festival.  It’s put a damper on some local wives as well, as husbands aren’t traveling and they are working from home as their offices encourage remote work.

Thankfully I know a number of single women and hotwives or this would be a rough patch. 

No condom; lots of cum

Every so often I take a calculated risk without a condom. One of those nights happened tonight as a neighborhood housewife, who I fucked in the past, came over to hang out tonight. It starts out as grinding against each other, with a bit of alcohol in our blood. Her juices lubing my shaft up as she slides her pussy lips along it. We play Just-The-Tip and it goes along rather than it should. My big head disappears into her and we forget as her pussy stretches tightly on my big cock. She gasps and keeps taking more until I bottom out in her. I ask her if she ever cheated without a condom, she says no. She tells me to let her know before I cum. Eventually I tell her and she says, "Good," and presses herself on top of me until all of my thick load is inside her. She tell me that she loves it and through the night I find two more loads to shoot into the depths of her pussy. She loved it and said it made her feel like such a slut. That her bull deserved the honor of being the only cheat to not only fuck her without protection, but to cum in her as well. She admitted to fantasizing about it. She is such a fucking knockout that I couldn't help myself.

Anklet long game

About two months ago I met a woman at Kohls when I was doing an Amazon return. She was in front of me and as I approached we exchanged a glance which was pretty innocent. There were two people ahead and a bit of a line. She was wearing yoga pants and athletic top, but a light jacket. Blonde hair in a pony tail, but dark eyes. I was checking her out, but trying to avoid being noticed, but then I saw the anklet on her right ankle. Since we had people between us and she was ahead of me, I was assuming I wouldn't get the opportunity to chat her up. She made her return and smiled at me as she was leaving. I took note of which direction she went in case we could cross paths.

It didn't take long for me to get my return in and on my way out I went the same direction that she took to see if I could find her. I saw her lingering by the housewares section and approached her. Thankfully she was still near the walkway so it didn't appear too intentional. I asked her if she ever had trouble returning anything and she said no. She returned a dress that they messed up on. They not only sent the wrong style, but the wrong size. It was sealed with the right code though. I had similar things happen. We ended up in a conversation about the downfall of quality in Amazon where the marketplace feels flooded by knockoffs of knockoffs.

After a few minutes, I her body language changed. She stopped looking at whatever she was looking at. She was facing me, played with some strands of her hair by her ear, and she had a relaxed smile and laugh. Before the pedestrian conversation overstayed its welcome, I complimented her on her anklet and asked her where she got it. She thanked me and said that it does not get recognized often. I asked if her husband got it for her or if she picked it out herself. She said she picked it out, but her husband likes it. I asked if he gave his approval and she said yes and that he encouraged her to get it. I asked if it was her idea or his. She said his, but that she loves it.

The conversation within a conversation went on for about another minute before she beat me to the punch and asked for my contact info. She texted me a lips emoji so we both had our numbers. Over the next few weeks, we texted and it quickly got sexual. She recently got into the hotwife game. Her husband shared a kink with her and while she was initially turned off, she was intrigued. It took a long time for them to find someone, but eventually he found someone to fuck her while he watched. That was about five months ago and since then, she fucked two other guys. Of the three, only one she still fucks because two of the other guys got weird.

I've been insanely busy because of the end of our fiscal year at work (sales...), so I have not had time to meet up with many new friends. It did allow her and I to marinate and flirt to build up a massive amount of sexual tension where she would send nudes and even some content of the other men fucking her. This weekend, we finally got together. The husband wanted to meet me, so I met them for dinner. She looked amazing in a short dress that showed off her cleavage. The vibe was great, so they invited me back to their place and she rode with me. On the ride back, our hands were all over each other, even though I was driving. She had my cock out and was stroking it, one of her tits popping out of her dress and her dress hiked up so I could slide my fingers along and into her, past her thong.

We got back to their place and he watched her make out with me, in my parked car, in their driveway. It was an appetizer and we went inside while he watched us. Our mouths and hands were all over each other as I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I sat her down on her ass and leaned her back, hovering over her and kissing her, all while between her legs. I pulled her panties off and explored her with my hands and made my way down to take my time eating her pussy. Her husband just watched, slowly stroking his cock. The dirty talk escalated from her as I was buried between her thighs. It was mostly her talking to him, asking if he liked what he saw, telling him that I was going to fuck her. It was hot and she begged for me to fuck her. My mouth was covered in her and she came on my mouth once already. I pulled my cock out and slid into her. Her needy pussy was tight, but the wetness made it easy. I was losing my mind by this point and I NEEDED to fuck her. I bit my lip and pushed harder into her with each thrust despite the tightness.

The fucking was hard and with passion, taking time to kiss at times. Her husband came while I was fucking her from behind and she breathlessly talked dirty to him. He went to clean up and left us alone. We continued to fuck for some time and she begged for me to cum in her mouth as I was getting close. I could feel it and I told her. She hopped off of me and sucked my cock and stroked with her hand until I came in her mouth, her eyes looking up at me. I pushed her back onto her back at went down her pussy and as she was getting close, I slid my still-hard cock back into her. She came hard on my cock and dug her fingernails into my back, leaving marks. During this time, her husband came by to watch now and again, but never lingered for long. It took longer this time, but she said she wanted me to use her pussy to cum again and I did.

It was late and we hung out for a bit afterwards. She sat on her husband's lap and they kissed, still not having washed my cum from her mouth. I watched him eat her pussy for a bit as she teased him about her freshly fucked pussy. They asked if I wanted to hang out longer, but I left and said we should get together again sometime. He said it was cool if she met me alone, but he would like to watch sometime again.

Cheating wife birds of a feather...

My latest married Tinder-fuck had one of her married girlfriends, who got my TF into cheating, get in touch with me. We clicked after meeting up for lunch and continued to hang out afterwards. We were driving back to my place and she was behind me and texted while waiting for a stoplight, "Are you going to fuck me?" I ignored her. It drove her nuts. She started doing whatever she could to get my attention; flashing me, making lewd gestures, sending pics of herself without panties, etc. It was a good build up because by the time we got to my place she was frustrated and jumped on me. She is a short woman that you can tell squats and is very athletic. The fake tits were a nice touch, but unnecessary. Her pussy was so tight; I loved it. I loved seeing it stretch out and hearing her cum from it. I sent a faceless video to her friends. Now the third girl wants to fuck me and my original friend is making it a point to come over tomorrow.

I can’t count on two hands the number of times that I’ve met couples and either had the woman by myself or with her man and I violated his no-creampie policy.  It’s funny because about half of the time, the rule is there as an exciting barrier that they secretly (not telling me) want broken. Whenever I’ve been with the wife by myself and I’ve cum in her, she’s either tempted me by talking dirty to me about it, begging for it despite the taboo, wrapped her legs around me so I can’t pull out, etc.

...also, you would be shocked at the number of cucks I’ve me that wanted me to cum in their unprotected wife. Although that is not really a turn-on for me, with the strange desperation.

Experienced: When he didn’t have any condoms and didn’t pull out 🥵

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.

Neighbor again

I fucked my cheating neighbor again last night.  I came back from a work trip in the afternoon and she came over after work under the premise of “working out.”  She had to park in my garage so nobody would see her car in my driveway.  I love the sneaking around.

Anyway, she has been sexing me, wanting more.  I ordered a sexy cop costume for her and she wore it for me.  We didn’t have a ton of time, but we made it count and made plans to get together this weekend as well.

What's the most humiliating thing that's happened to a guy whose girl you've been messing around with? A few examples would be appreciated.

Are you talking about guys that know and are into that lifestyle or guys that don’t know and are humiliated by their women when they find out?

I want to be clear - I am not turned on by humiliating guys.  I’m sure it is a power trip for some dudes, but that thought is alien to me.  Power over a guy unknowingly, sure.  If guys are into it and they want to be humiliated as a result of having me join in and fuck their wife, ok.  I’m down, but that’s not something I actively pursue.

I’ve gotten caught a few times, but survived.  Most of the guys are too cowardly to do anything.  As for specific examples there, I’m not turned on by it, so I’m not spending time regurgitating the moment.

As for guys that know.  I mean, some guys get caged or like it when their wife talks down to them.  That kind of stuff.  Being “forced” to eat my cum out if their wife.  At that point, the guy is into it, so I don’t know how humiliating it is for them.  If their entire world (friends, family, coworkers) KNEW that they were into that lifestyle, it would very likely be humiliating.  When you provide consent to have someone fuck your wife, it kind of takes the edge off...unless you’re just a weak dude that is terrified that she will leave you and you let her fuck, pretending it isn’t happening.  That’s happened.  I have guys reaching out to me for advice on it and I tell them to just up and leave her.  If you hate that she does it and try to turn a blind eye, leave her.  There’s nothing she can provide that another woman can’t.  Fucking stand up for yourselves.  Men AND women.  Pursue what you want.

I can tell, you’re not doing that on purpose at all.  Your slow clicks; pretending to peruse some content.  You intentionally burn seconds and play with your hair, pretending to sound miffed, like you are having trouble with something.  The look you give me over your shoulder as I catch your eyes says that you know you’ve been caught.  I say something innocuous that couldn’t be misconstrued as harassment, like, “we should get a drink.”  It lets you know that I am on to your game.  I don’t ask; I say.  Asking gives you an out.  Saying and stating lets you know that I know you’re a coward if you end your flirting right there.  Make an excuse to your boss why we need to step away.  Tell your husband that you’re working late.  I don’t give a shit.  Figure it out and feel your heart pound as you meet me for that drink.