Cheaters From Online

I love when they do. That’s how I know who to approach...and they love that I don’t give a fuck.

Still here

I’m still on Tumblr.  I plan to continue to blog my experiences here.  I don’t share personal pictures directly on my blog, so it really hasn’t had that much of an impact to me.  I’m disappointed that it has disrupted the rest of the social ecosystem as much.

If you’re still here too, I’m glad you’re still following.  Don’t be a stranger and reach out to talk.

The Holiday season has been super busy, but I’ll find time to blog.  Don’t worry!

Event friend

A few months ago I met a friend of an acquaintance at an event.  There was alcohol involved with an open bar, so inhibitions were lowered enough to get her alone, flirting, and her number.  She was invited by her friend who I am only acquainted with and don’t really know well.  She is married as well, so it allowed her to let her guard down with the alcohol and flirting.  The event was large enough to where we were not worried about crossing paths with our mutual friend.  It didn’t go farther than flirting and “innocent” brushing against each other, but the chemistry was there.

Over the months, since we met, the texting would come and go in spurts.  The content of our texting was flirtatious and dirty, so a lot of it needed to be hidden from her husband and not while kids were around.  The conversation would turn very dirty and sexual when she was traveling for work.  I got her brave enough to send nudes and call me to talk dirty when she was alone in a hotel.

Recently she texted me on a Friday asking if I had dinner plans.  I didn’t so I agreed to meet up.  I asked about the hubby and kids and she said that he just left to go out of town on a weekend guy’s trip.  She planned for the kids to stay at her parents’ place for the weekend.  Dinner was amazing, without any awkward moments.  She warmed up quickly and flirting kicked off right away and the chemistry we had over text and calls was the same in person.

She invited me over to her place after dinner and we made out on the couch for over an hour.  She straddled me and ground her crotch into me.  I took her skin-tight jeans off of her and left her thong on, pushed to the side, while I knelt between her legs to taste her pussy.  I took my time with her and my tongue felt numb by the time I got her to almost climax and edge, as I didn’t let her cum.  I pulled away and pressed the head of my cock into her wet pussy, which despite my size, she took well and eventually bottomed out close to my hilt.  In the moment, she willingly initiated dirty talk and told me about the other guys she has fucked since getting married.  I carried her up to her bedroom and fucked her, even feeling her squirt on me once, getting the bed wet.

We ended late and on my way out she said she asked if I wanted to meet up on Saturday night as well.  I told her that I was game if she could take more and she said that she wanted more, regardless of what she can take.  We made plans to meet up for lunch and I told her I would take her lingerie shopping.  We met up for lunch, which went well, and we went to an adult store to find some lingerie to wear.  We ended up with a teddy, some stockings, and a dress to go over it all.  I told her I wanted her to role play being a stripper for me and she loved the idea.

We got back to my place and she got dressed.  She came out and danced for me.  We shared some drinks and she straddled me to grind on me again.  This time I could feel her wetness emerging through her crotchless teddy.  When I tried to put my hands on her tits or pussy, she would push me away saying that it wasn’t allowed.  I touched her sides and massaged her shoulders.  I wanted to feel her in any way I could, as I was being driven wild and insane with her scent from her neck and hair in my face as she ground on me backwards.  She left her ring on and I asked about it.  She said that she was married, but was given the green light to strip because of all the money it brought in.  The rule was that regardless of what the house allows, hands are not allowed on her tits or pussy.  Whenever I tried to touch, she would gently push me away.

This went on until she took her dress off to reveal the teddy.  I grabbed her hair and kissed her roughly.  She allowed it and then pushed me away saying that it wasn’t within the rules.  I asked what the rule was on kissing and she said that she wasn’t allowed to kiss anyone.  I put my hand on her mouth, pulled her hair with my other hand to pull her head back, and kissed her neck, shoulders, and eventually down her to tits.  I let go of her mouth and she said that I shouldn’t, but I said that the rule didn’t say that *I* could not kiss her, just that she could not kiss me.  She thought about it for a second and agreed, letting me continue.  I pulled out some nipple clamps and told her to put them on, which she did.  I noticed that all the rules she had with her husband were that she couldn’t do things, but outside of my hands, I was allowed to do what I wanted.  I didn’t touch her pussy with my hands, but my mouth and tongue did...greedily.  She didn’t protest.  

I pulled off my pants and she asked what I was doing.  I said nothing, but that I wanted to touch her without my hands some more.  She said that we could get busted if someone saw us.  I said that we already had an audience of people in another private booth watching us.  She said we should stop because she didn’t want to get in trouble or have her husband find out that she was bending the rules.  I put my hand over her mouth again and made her put part of her dress in her mouth as I tied her hands together behind her back.  I told her that our audience was watching and the guys were stroking their cocks looking at her and what I was doing to her.  I put her on her back, dress partially in her mouth and she pretended to struggle as I spread her legs, holding her hands over head with one hand and holding her torso down by her neck.  The tip of my cock found her cunt and I pressed inwards with thrusts until she took most of me again.  She pretended to struggle some more, but eventually gave in.  I told her to look at the audience and she played the role.  

I asked if she recognized anyone and said her husband was one of those watching.  That he set me up to see if she would break the rules.  That he stroked his cock while watching his wife turn into nothing more than my slut in the dark moment.  She came twice and the sex was amazing.  After the first time she came I untied her and she took control instead, which I’m not entirely used to.  I had a condom on, but she role played that she was talking dirty to her husband that I was bare inside her and she was going to make me cum in her.  We pretended that her husband protested, but she was determined.  That she was fertile and she wanted him to watch a stranger get her pregnant.  I definitely came and filled the condom to the point I was surprised that it didn’t break.  Her second orgasm came while my cum-filled condom was still inside her.

We took a break and she spent the night at my place, fucking again in the morning until she had to go home.  She was a fucking mess by the time she left and her pussy was sore.  I took it easy on her in the morning.

She has since been more aggressively sexting me, but I’ve had to tone it down in how quickly I get back to her because I don’t want her to take any stupid risks.

We fucked again since and it was great.  No in-depth role play, but she wants to do more the next time her husband is out of town...and no, he DOES NOT know that his wife is my slut.

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There are safe words.  She can absolutely say no, but she doesn’t.  It’s an amazing feeling, getting swept away by that passion and letting your ID drive.

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!

Addiction feels like a curse sometimes.  On one hand, I absolutely love the taste and touch of a new woman.  Feeling her excitement pour into me and just drink that raw energy.  On the other hand, the desire for it consumes so much of my thoughts and time as I pursue it!

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.

One night stand

I’m in Boston this week, for work, and last night I met a flight attendant at my hotel bar.  Her crew retired for the evening and she was looking for company.  She is married and in her late 20s.  The flirting was forward from both parties, with a lot of “if I wasn’t married” and “if you weren’t married” lines.  Those are usually pretty good indicators if someone is interested, if they are saying them or responding well.

Within an hour of talking, she said she didn’t have much time before she needed to crash for the night and if her being married wasn’t a problem, that I could join her in her room to hang out.

While we fucked, she kept saying how she should really stop and get to bed, but we kept going.  We spend twice as long fucking than we did getting to know each other.  I asked her if she cheated often and she said she cheated when she could and her husband doesn’t know.  It started off as revenge for him cheating, but she has cheated since her first episode.

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.