I want to jerk off in front of another man's wife

mysteryvixen1
I LIKE BEING GROPED! I am a sexy, sweet cock tease, love to be bra-less in wear revealing clothes in an adult video or book store and let "suitable" men brush by and sneak a feel. I act like I don't even notice them. They get bolder and touch my breasts over my clothing or squeeze my soft ass cheeks. I stand still, reading the backs of the dvds. A man who liked getting away with an initial touch will reach inside my blouse and start fondling my tits. Reacting now, I softly moan, going with the action. Letting him lift my blouse while standing nearby other shoppers. he starts sucking my exposed breasts, tugging & licking the nipples. Another man joins the action and greedily lifts my skirt, feeling my ass and finding the damp crotch of my panties. I love to let them use me like this! Better still if they tell me what a nasty cum slut I am and how much they like humiliating a lady in front of others. This is something I've done in real life twice...and want to do again...is that really weird?...

i confess i want someone to fuck my gf while i watch. the thought of seeing her get off from another man humping her drives me crazy. i want to see her be used and fucked by anyone with a huge fucking cock that she can barely take in..

I recently went on a fishing trip with two friends, one night i was in one of there tents smoking weed when he asked me striaght out if he could make me cum, i was shocked but said ok, he took my cock out and wanked and sucked me until i came in his mouth, i was so turned on that a returned the act and the feeling when i felt him cum in my mouth was amazing. I still see him but since the trip we usually meet up and just suck each other off, i feel guilty as i have a long standing girlfriend but my friend is so good at sucking my cock i always enjoy meeting up, i dont find him or other men attractive but making another man cum is something to try now and again.

I loved being a cuckold when I was with my ex wife. It took me a few years to convince her. When we had sex I'd bring it up and she'd go with it but then would say she wouldn't really do it after. Finally it happened. Before CL got shut down we were searching it specifically for bbc but settled for a white guy. The unfortunate part was he didn't last long but I loved finally getting fucked. We found another guy who was massive and he came so many times in her. We both agreed to letting them bareback her. After him though she said she wasn't really into him and then we finally found her bull. Her first bbc. He lasted hours each time he came over. He didn't want to fuck her bare though which sucked but one time the condom broke and he came all up in her. I remember one time he came all over her stomach and I liked it all up. Daily she told me how much she loved her bull and how much she loved bbc. Unfortunately he had to end our engagement and we stopped until one night my best friend got to fuck her. She loved fucking guys in front of me. We ended up splitting about a year later and she ended up with a really good friend of mine. I act like I hate it but I love it. One of my best friends took my wife. I fantasize about them. Wondering if he's hung. I'd love for them to rub it in and fuck in front of me. Like I said I act like I hate him but in reality he's still one of my best friends and I'm proud to have had my wife stolen by him. I deserved it. I want to thank him and tell him it's an honor for me to have lost her to him. I just miss being cucked by her so much. Here's a rear view of her when I had her. I'm glad it's his now. A real man should have her.

My gf is asking if she can have another mans dick bumming in her arsehole, anyone want to?

I hate my son in law, he's 16 and acts like a five year old, in 1 year he's destroyed 3 xboxes and 2 laptops. I had a big fallout with him over the last laptop. He hid behind his mum and said "so what I've smashed up another laptop, what ya gonna do about it big man" I said nothing but I do most of the cooking in the house!! Hmm I wonder what I can do about it? Smirk that off little man!!as you eat my cum, shit ect I might even stew one of his mums sanitary towels up for him in a chilli!!!

while dropping of some clothes for my ex girlfriend at her mothers I was having a coffee when she asked me if I had ever dressed up as a women on a stag or boys do, I said just the once. she said would I do it for her as she really got turned on, I kind of did a good panic and made my excuses. Since the ex and I had split up when I bumped into the her mum we had a chat and did the pleasantries, she then asked me if I had changed my mind about dressing up as a women I shocked myself when I said I might. Since then over the last couple of months I visit her and she makes me up and I wear what she picks after she plays a little domination we have sex which is as hot as hell. I feel as lucky as you can get. When I leave as a man again it is as if I have been on another planet. Mam in law was happy for me to write this said she got a buzz from the thought of other people reading about our bit of fun.

When I was 18 I ventured to the seedy section of Boston called the Combat Zone. I heard all the sordid stories of prostitutes and strippers as well as the crime and how rough it was. I was curious to what really went on down there so one night I skipped out on my friends and headed into Boston to check it out. I was 5'11 long blonde hair and weighed 135lbs. I had on jeans and a t-shirt and definitely peeked the interest of a few men as I walked down the street. I was new to sex with girls and had never had sex with a guy. I knew I wasn't gay or anything like that. I walked by a few strip bars and some adult book stores and came to one that looked interesting. I didn't see anyone in the store so I went in.

As I walked in I was stopped at the counter by the clerk who asked me for my ID. I gave him my drivers license and he laughed and said sure kid have fun. I was very young looking. I was 18 but I looked closer to 14 or 15. I walked up and down the aisles looking at the huge collection of porn magazines and sex toys. When I came to the back of the store I saw another section called Peep Booths. I asked the guy who was sitting at the desk what it was. He asked if I had ever been to a peep show before. I told him no I hadn't he said well its a bunch of booths inside where a person can go and watch some porn videos. I asked how much it was and he said $3 minimum. I gave him a $5 dollar bill and he gave me my tokens. He said go inside and find a booth and enjoy. I took my tokens and walked inside. It was so dark I could hardly see my own hand in front of me. As I walked along I felt hands grabbing my cock and ass. I kept moving not stopping. I walked up and down through this maze of booths and came to one that I thought I would try. I went inside and locked the door behind me and put a token in the machine and the video started playing. As the video played I could see in the booth and noticed a hole on one side of the booth. I looked down and saw a man in the other booth obviously jerking off. I sat up on the chair and watched my video. When the time expired I put another token in.
I then heard a knock on the door and a man said open the door please. I thought it was the man from upfront but when I unlocked the door a black guy pushed his way inside and told me to be quiet. I was very scared. He asked why I was there and I said I was just watching a video. He asked me if I sucked cock and I told him no I was straight. He laughed and said that doesn't mean anything. Lots of straight guys suck dick. I then noticed that he had his cock out. It was very big. Much bigger than my 5.5 inch cock. He told me to suck his cock. I told him I didn't want to. That's when he took out a bottle and said here sniff this it will make you feel better. I didn't know what they were. I asked and he said they were called poppers. I took a sniff and all of a sudden I felt so lightheaded like I was high. I had no control and I went to me knees. The guy then took my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. Suck it he said. I didn't know what to do my head was spinning. I began sucking his cock and I could taste his salty precum. He was holding my head shoving his black cock deep into my throat making me gag. First time my ass he said. You're a natural. I was starting to get my head straight when he stuck the bottle under my nose and told me to sniff it again. I did and it all started again. My head was spinning. I felt helpless and was doing what he told me to do. Then I heard him unlock the door. I saw out of the corner of my eye the door open and could see 2 or 3 guys standing there watching as I sucked my first cock. About 5 mins later I felt him pull my head closer and he shot his load into my mouth and told me to swallow it. I was choking and trying to swallow but it was too much. I spit some out and it landed on my shirt. He let go of my head and I sat there on the floor looking up. Then he got out and another guy got in. He took his cock out and told me to suck him. Feed him some poppers I heard a voice say and the bottle was placed at my nose for me to inhale. I knew what to do at this point and inhaled. Then opened my mouth to take this new guys cock. He was also black and very fat. I sucked his cock and he came rather quickly. Another guy came in and said he wanted my hole. I was pleading for him to not do it. But he pulled my pants down and spun me around and told me to bend over. I did and he again fed me some poppers. He said this will make it better and I felt his cock press against my virgin asshole. I wanted to scream but my head was still spinning and I felt him enter me. I couldn't believe all of this was happening to me. I felt his cock open my tight hole and slide in and out. His balls were slapping my balls as he thrust in and out. That's it baby take that dick. You like it don't you he said and I said no. Then another person held the poppers under my nose again. They were controlling me with these poppers. He fucked my ass and shot his load deep in me. When he pulled out I felt his cum run down my legs. He was then replaced by another and then another. In all I took 4 cocks up my ass and sucked off 4. They all left me there when they were done using me and I sat in the booth crying my eyes out. I was so ashamed and didn't want to leave. After about 30 mins I gathered myself up and walked out. Not making eye contact with anyone. When I got outside there were 3 or 4 guys standing outside and I walked past them. As I walked by they said good night sweet cheeks and all laughed. I felt like shit. I kept walking even when a prostitute asked me if I wanted a date. I kept that story to myself until just now. I now know this was my reason for becoming bi later in life.

I have found out that my wife is being fucked by the neighbour's husband when I'm at work and others are at school. She's been sneaking in during lunch hour, but strangely I really enjoy the thought of it and cant wait to get home and sink my 5-5.5" penis, which feels so good being enveloped by another man's warm spent sperm in her heretofore tight cunt. I have even seen his cum running out of her fanny before I have gone in.

Anyone else ever felt like this?

Beyond the Horizon

Part 1

One of the lessons you learn after years of driving is that at some point or another, you’re going to experience the pain of repetition and predictability. Even when I first started off on the journey, I never had a destination in mind. It’s like as soon as I sat down and closed the door, it was getting hazy. It’s apparent to me now that from the moment I turned that old key and fired her up I was totally unsure of to exactly where I thought I was going. Driving is one of my greatest pleasures. There’s a sincere innocence in the act of driving. I lost sight of much of that, and from time to time I wasn’t sure if I was even in control. From a certain perspective the relationship between the machine and it’s controller breaks down, and it can become objectively difficult to distinguish which is driven by which.

To be fair, the warning signs were all over the place. It felt like I couldn’t go more than ten seconds without some sign, a precaution, a rule, a rule of thumb, a word of advice whispered in confidence. I always did my best to be a responsible driver. For the longest time I did my best to obey all the rules of the road, back before I knew better, or perhaps until I thought I knew better. Experience is the greatest teacher, not to mention the harshest. It’s common knowledge that to learn from experience makes even the worst decisions worthwhile. Sometimes it’s simply the only thing that one can take away from the curveballs so often thrown one’s way. The problem for the unwise lies in working out what lesson the accused is to take away from his crime. For the introspective the problem is rarely not seeing the problem at hand. They can even take precautions to make sure that one accident is never repeated, by not repeating whatever lead to disaster the first time around. For the experienced, and by that I mean the scarred, the disfigured, those drivers who possibly still hurt every waking day of their lives, there are an entirely different set of problems, regardless of their ability to learn from past experiences. The problem faced by the salty, by the ones who well and truly drove around that block more than they care to admit, is the inability to disengage from what they think they know best, and in doing so they find themselves sat exactly where they were before they even released the handbrake. One cannot escape his past, cannot escape the stupid things they did. But to make matters worse, they begin to see that so many of the reflective, glaring, fluorescent signs they are bombarded with as they hit the highway begin to contradict each other. They blur, they all look the same, sound the same. It seems impossible to follow one highway code without breaking another. At first, one particularly thoughtful individual might find, there seemed to be one over-arching Way. The irrefutable Tao of the road. The one true way. I miss that idea. I’ve reached a point where no matter how hard I try and see things as I used to, either I changed, or the rules did.

And so those rare unfortunates may find the signs begin to undermine each other. Slow down, but speed up. Be cautious, but never so more than you’re being brazen. Make sure to flaunt every last thing you have and haven’t ever done, because nobody likes It when you brag. And so experience fails you. It begins to lie to you, and even when you’re aware that there is clearly deception afoot, you become a man looking at a map with no reference as to where in the fuck they actually are. It’s at this point in my career as a driver that I also realised that for all the years I had been driving, I could not remember where I was going. I knew that I had been driving for a very long time, and I think at certain points I had stopped off at places, and I still remember the people I picked up. Some of them drove with me for the longest time. I always liked having passengers, but sooner or later, the destination is reached, and the journey has come to an end. But I digress. At a certain point, I found myself lost. It was the worst kind of lost, in that not only did I not know at all where and when I was, but in that I had totally forgotten where I had originally intended to go. I could not even remember at what point I had forgotten everything about myself. All I knew was in looking in the mirror, I was sure I didn’t recognise myself. I could not even describe the person who stared back at me. The Driver was a man about which you could say so much, but I’m quite certain that none of the obvious things you could gleam from that countenance were objectively correct. Nothing I’ve ever experienced has been quite so simple as that. First impressions are hard to resist, however. In a way it didn’t matter that I’m sure in some ways I recognised the Driver’s face, because from the moment I met his eyes with mine, I knew he’d always be a simple mystery to me, destined to be my enemy, the one who knew me the best.

He had the look of the man who has learned from experience as he lit that cigarette. The glow from the lighter revealed a face older and more weathered than I’m sure my own face was. He looked bad. I was certain he didn’t have the slightest good intention in mind for me, and yet everything in his eyes and in the tone of his voice struck me as sincere and well meaning. He spoke to me as if he knew me. We’re on the road now aren’t we? I’ve always loved these warm nights, the heady smell in the air. He grinned, and his eyes lit up. I suddenly felt thirsty. Thirstier than I’ve ever felt in my life. There was adrenaline coursing through my body now, and most of my worry had suddenly receded. As he rolled down the window, an old and child-like excitement crossed his face, as a child who is told on Christmas day that the best present has been saved to last. What does it even matter where we’re going? The pleasure’s in the driving. It’s also in the uncertainty. We passed a strange scene by the side of that long road. This struck me because until now it had all been so blank. There was a cow being led down the road by two men, one in front, and one following up from behind. We passed so quickly that the image struck me as an old black and white picture would have, fixed in my mind without the suggestion of fading. It was like some grim scene from a foreign abattoir, and I felt my spirit drop, knowing where the cow’s destination lay despite all his ignorance. He looked complacent if not slightly confused as to his predicament, being lead by his handlers as he was. For some unknown reason, I honestly felt very sad for him. Then I laughed. Fucker should have evolved faster. I couldn’t but help show the slightest disapproval, even if deep down something in me knew it was true. It would be pretty much the same if the boot was on the other foot. Or hoof. You get my drift. I laughed again, and I wasn’t sure if it was humour or desperation I heard in that laugh. It sounded strange to me, but laughs always sound strange when you really listen to them. Everyone knows what a laugh means, but that shit can’t be found in any dictionary I ever heard of.