I confess that I am going to fuck my neighbors wife. She is in her late 50's and I am 42. He doesn't treat her right and she confessed to me that they haven't fucked in almost 7 years!! Neither of us is a model, just two normal people. She is over weight but exudes sexiness. Blond, blue eyes, awesome. We made out today for a little while and she even sucked my dick a bit while her son was right outside! I have to work all weekend, which sucks, but set Monday as the day for our affair to really get going. Can't wait to go down on her. 7 years??? Really?? No trolls, I won't post any pics. Just happy about this and wanted to share. I hope she likes anal..

The wife and i have a friend that loves that part of it just as much as i do and we ensure that each time we get together, we make a show of it. From pulling the curtains shut in the bedroom, lightning candles, glasses of wine just as we would for an evening of just the wife and I at home. The more intimate, the better. The wife usually wearing something sexy that's she worn for me previously. There's a lot of kissing, touching, holding and caressing. It's almost exactly as it is when my wife and i make love, except, he's here and he's touching her in ways that only her husband should. Her body, which in our wedding vows was only meant for me, is being explored by his lips, tongue, fingers.. she's melting for him in a way that I've only ever seen her do with me.

His cock doesn't even have to penetrate her for this act to be considered the ultimate taboo, because even before he places himself inside her, she's submitted her entire body to him willingly and I've sat back and watched, giving him my consent to have my wife in any manner be chooses. He loves to hear me tell him how much i love watching him kiss her lips or how hard i get watching him explore her body like two teenage lovers would for the first time. And i do get incredibly hard watching the two of them together, in the privacy of our bedroom, the shower, our living room, our dining room, the kitchen, the pool in the backyard. Our neighbors see his car and don't even have a clue that our friend is currently lying on his stomach, lapping the inner folds of my wife's lovely pink pussy. They couldn't guess that right as he walked in the front door, his hands went to my wife's bare ass, pulling her to his body, against his raging erection. They also have no clue that I've tasted my own wife's sweat and juices on his erection.

When we are out with friends, none of them would guess that I've watched him, the only single one amongst our ranks bring my wife to orgasm after orgasm so very many times. They also would never realize that I've watched his enormous balls tighten as they unloaded deeply into my wife and that my lips were there to taste him, to lick him from her well fucked hole. We were all sitting down at a restaurant for dinner a few nights ago. No one commented that we had arrived in the same car, nor did they have any reason to assume that the three of us also shared a shower before arriving to dinner, because let's face it, when the three of us are together privately, things get incredibly messy. If anybody had bothered to look, they might have caught a glimpse of his hand on my wife's thigh while we laughed at a joke that i had told.

Our friends are a little less open than we are, I'm sure if they knew that my best friend's cock was firmly implanted in my wife each and every weekend, making love to her like only a husband should, they would surely disapprove. What if any of them saw the absolute filthy text that are exchanged daily. Even more fun is when we go out of town, checking into a single hotel room, one bed, just the three of us. The wedding rings on our fingers do little for the image of his lips on my wife's while the desk clerk gives us our keys. It's such a thrill. It's always a thrill with our friend.

He's always been so respectful of our wishes, and he's never left us unsatisfied with our unique friendship. He doesn't usually fuck around with other women anymore. Though no one knows, my wife is just as much his as she is mine. And he loves every minute he gets with her. Most people that know us think that our friend just loves hanging out, but it's so much more elaborate and sexually twisted then they could imagine. I didn't realize that on my wedding day, when we said our vows, that i would one day be slipping him into her tight little snatch three or four times a week. That the bed we share as a married couple now also belongs to our friend with the thick cock that fills my wife just as much as my own does. He's never had to wear a condom with us. In this forbidden relationship that we share, my wife's entire body belongs to him. She's my wife yes, but behind closed doors, she's his lover, his little slut, his fuck toy. From incredibly erotic and romantic to downright dirty 'fuck my cunt with your thick fucking meat stick, baby, i need more.' My wife and her lover do it all. Whether i join them, just watch, or lie underneath licking them both, i couldn't be happier. Most wife's only have fantasies of another man taking them because that's all they're told it should be, but my wife has the real thing. It's so fucking hot closing the curtains. My Pulse always quickens because i know that once the curtains close, this forbidden affair begins again.
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This will make some angry and that's fine. 

I would never dreamed of my wife fucking other guys but when she got fatter and fatter and didn't respect me or herself enough to get back in shape I figured WHY NOT HAVE HER FUCKED LIKE A PIG WHORE? 

I tried to get her to exercise and diet with me for over a decade and she refuses and only gets bigger. 

If you owned a nice Porsche or a 98 Chevy Malibu, nobody else is driving the Porsche but you don't give a fuck if the neighbor borrows the Malibu and even dings it up a little. I don't care if someone fucks my wife like a fat ragdoll. 

This is not my wife in the picture but close in body. So, I have started getting her to talk about guys who fucked her and how I want to see her fucked while she blows me. She knows that I no longer cherish her as a prized possession and that she now has more value to me as cum rag entertainment. 

She is so uncomfortable with this but I got her to talk about the first time a guy came in her mouth and how she lost her virginity and the first time her pussy took a load of cum. I put my cock in her and ask her how many cocks have been where my cock is. She hates it and won't tell me. I ask her if anyone who fucked her in her hometown came to our wedding. I know that at least three guys did but she won't talk about it. 

I tell her that I don't care that she was a slut. That once a slut always a slut but it's fine as long as she's my slut. She's a church going mom and does not like to see herself as a slut. But I'm fucking her more now as I work on her and I'm getting her to say she's a slut for big cocks during sex. 

She now does not rule out fucking another guy. I have been wearing her down. I want to see someone treat her nice and gently at first but then fuck her harder and disrespectful and tell her that he's cumming in her fat pig pussy and just leave her shell shocked and degraded and laying there dripping cum from her sore pussy while the guy gets dressed and leaves. 

I almost wish she would have an affair. She would probably lose weight for that. I really don't care if she cheats at this point. The only way I get it up for this fatty now is the thought of her getting pounded by other men. 

Maybe I'll post pictures of her. 

It all started when I first met her. She was such a beautiful girl that anyone would had crush on her. It took me a whole year to get in her friend’s list. She was my classmate’s neighbor.
Soon she enrolled in my polytechnic for diploma which can persued after 10th standard.

I was part of mechanical program. She was another. We were been first roaming like friends but her attraction towards me increased day by day. Personally I don’t believe much in love or something like that. But I do believe in some sort of bond of friendship.

She was that girl who entered in my life and had me like there was nothing, we occasionally dated, gone for outing and she fall for me. She asked me whether I love her or not?

I never gave her intention of NO. I wanted her in my life, but deep down in me I was not same person who everyone can see from outside. I had many passing affairs, many times her girlfriends warned her that I was with another girl. She knew I have a very big circle of friends and yes she always trusted in me so she thought i was never cheating on her.

Many times I never managed gave her as much attention as she wanted, but she never complained me about this. She knew I have my business responsibilities, which i started like when I was 14-15. Many peoples including her never knew that those businesses are actual successes and making a ton of money, which I was investing in many places basically because those businesses were not shiny white businesses.

She knew I have to earn for family, which I started due to my mom’s illness which diagnosed as cancer. Back then cancer was a very rare decease. It took my father whole his lifetime saving to get his boys mother back in. but he managed that and I knew it is not working well so I started working.

So in my polytechnic I cheated on her many girls, milfs and whores. She was confident that I am promised to her, she even dreamed of getting married, having kids together. One day when my mom dad were out of town so she came my home to give me surprise, but she got surprised by me.

I was cheating with her best friend. She was sobbing outside the door and I was with her best friend inside room, when I fininshed I heard someone sobbing so I came out of room and saw her. Her friend tried to explain her but she was crying constantly. I asked her friend to leave, she evaporated like moisture. I held her chin and there was anger in her eyes. She slapped me, many times even tried to hit me with many things, but I was trained to take many times punishment what she was giving and then hugged me.

She cried in my arms like for half hour, I didn’t had courage to separate. But she made mind and asked me “she isn’t the first one?” I nodded. Another slap in my face.

I looked her in eyes and told “you can’t handle my dark side, so it will be better if someone else should face it”

She “is that all?” I nodded again.

Until this time just her mom knew about me and him. She locked herself in room constant crying and she didn’t touched her food for a day. Then her dad come to know about me via her mother.I apologized to her and fed her.

But there was something, we both were from same caste (yes I am an Indian) but her father hated me, even her mother, there were many reason, I was a bad boy. I belonged to visually lower economical class of society and my businesses were not as good in terms many things. Her father was a bank officer and her mother was teacher whereas my father started path in more hard working class. My mom always loved her but in her family all I received was hate.

When she started meeting me again I made it clear that I will continue my relations with other girls/ women and that day I told her whole truth about cheating. It was hard for her but deep down she thought be changed so she continued.

After some years I got a big contract so I shifted temporarily to another city, in which part she survived long distance relationship for a year, when I cheated on her like every night. But when I returned I was different man in my professional life I was punctual but in my personal life I got drinking problems.

She was so worried about me and my drinking habit and it started reflecting on her academics. She use to cry all night long and gone in depression. But the deal breaker was her niece who was 2-3 years younger to her. She got attracted to me, I took some interest in knowing her intentions. She once caught me with her when I supposed to be at another place with my guy friends. It was too easy for her to get attracted to me, I am tall, stud, handsome(some girls think of) with witty and charismatic personality.

At that day I realized what I was doing with her, messing with her emotions. So I decided to cut her loose. It was painful for her but I did it for her own good. I wanted a good future for her, a good, loyal husband who can be with her and only her. I failed in every of these conditions so i gulped reality.

It took a year for her to come out of breakup. She got a good respectable job. As it was much discreet relationship so her mother pushed her towards arranged marriage thing. Which come out to be my cousin, but she wasn’t agreed to this.

Her mother came and begged me for her, at that point she and my cousin both were confused. I thought I would be good for both of them as both of them are good fellas so they might have good marriage. I agreed my brother to meet her, but getting her ready for meeting him was the real deal.

And I tricked her I texted her to come at meet point. She was very happy, even her mother was surprised what I had did that this dead girl started dancing to meet. When she reached café she was absolutely stunning, but later shocked after noticing my cousin. She got furious, but I managed situation and manipulated both of them into thinking that they both are perfect match, while having that I cleared to my cousin that I had passing affair with her in past but it didn’t worked out, I cut her loose so that she don’t have to suffer. He bought my story and then tricked her into thinking that he is the guy who is made for her.

My intentions were clear; I wanted her happy in married life. After her marriage I maintained my distance from her nad my cousin. Years passed my mom passed away, she was there at the last moments of my mother two years ago. After 2 years she met me one month ago and requested me to have some time with her.

So we had a lunch where she told me she and her husband cant have a baby and her in laws family having expectations from her. I didn’t asked her why it was never been my concern, even didn’t advised her anything just told her whenever she want to talk I will be there for her. Atleast I can talk to her when she is sad.

Since many years the point when I know myself I have been very numb to emotions. Never showed any emotion to anyone. Deep down I was dead. I lived from outside just to have fun with women and money. As I have seen poverty in my childhood money had made deep scar in my mind. After my mom’s death everything changed I lost track of pleasure from women my life was single motivated to money satarted showing off that I am rich but that was the point when I became truly dead. I was very successful in my professional life but in my personal life I just lost track by miles.

Last night she showed up at my door, it was late night, she was crying. I took her inside. She didn’t said anything so we sat down for half hour. I guessed either she had fight with her husband or inlaws or with her parents, but I dint asked. I left to my bedroom where she followed me, hugged me tightly, but I didn’t want her to cheat on her husband knowing she might regret that forever. Well I had done it with her before but now time has changed she is married.

So I poured some whiskey for both of us. I know she can’t handle alcohol too much. She talked to me for an hour about things we had with. And then she passed out. I left room called her husband that she is at my home, he wanted to come, I smelled some bullshit going on, so I told him that she need some time alone. I think she need some time to sort issues out.

Wake up early told maid to wake her up at time and instructed driver to drive her to job, wait there for her and take her to my home again for some days. I am leaving town for 3 days left note to wait for me as I have to take care of business.

Her husband works at town which is pretty much not so close so he come to her for weekends, and she is living in my town with her in laws.

As far as her end I don’t want her to cheat on husband and regret that forever, as she and her husband both are emotional guys, both earns much but both are not emotional punch bags like me. As far as my end I don’t want to have my cousins wife and mess around in my family as I have to maintain some prestige.

I am in dilema what i should do.

Thank you for reading.

Hey everybody! I've been surfing the site quite a bit the past few days taking a look at everybody's kinks and revisiting a few of mine I haven't entertained in a while. Mentally wallowing in my fetishes made me start thinking about some of the past sexual events of my life. I love hearing about other people's fantasies and real life exploits, hopefully some of you will enjoy hearing about mine.

I started at an early age (13). My first experiences were with other males and led to an ongoing affair with my best friend who was one year younger than me. As a matter of fact, I had been sexually active for four years before I had my first sexual encounter with a female. Well, that's not entirely true, but to be fair I really didn't know what we were doing when I had my very first encounter with a girl so things I would have done had I known what I do now were left completely unexplored.

My best friend and I had been sexually active with each other for about a year when I had an experience that has stayed with me my entire life. I lived in a rural area, but not too rural. It was a short bike ride into town on the state highway that ran just a few yards from my home. I'd grown big enough by the age of 14 that nobody questioned my age in a couple of the local convenience stores that sold our favorite magazines (Club, Hustler, and High Society) so every now and then I would ride into town and pick up a couple new magazines for us to peruse with the money we pilfered from here and there. One afternoon while riding back from the store I stopped at an old fashioned rest area on the highway just outside of town. Picture a good sized nicely manicured lawn surrounded on all sides by trees with a few picnic tables, and a path leading from the parking area to an old style well water pump in the middle of the area then splitting off in two directions to the outhouses all the way at the back of the plot of land. I rode my bike to the back of the area to the mens outhouse and dropped it on the ground. I figured while I was sitting there on the throne I'd take a moment to peruse the newly acquired reading material.

While I was sitting there enjoying one of the magazines I didn't realize another person had come up the walkway to the outhouse until the door swung open and I saw a man standing in the doorway. He was an older man, in his 50's, chubby and with white hair so short it was almost stubble. He quickly apologized and closed the door. I figured I'd been busted so before I got into any trouble for having porn magazines I quickly stuffed them back in my duffel bag, wiped my ass and started on my way out of there.

To my surprise, the man was standing outside the door waiting for me. As I went to walk past him he stopped me and asked if I minded if he borrowed one of my magazines for a few minutes. He sensed that I was feeling uncomfortable with being busted and told me he knew I was under 18 and said it was ok with him. I remember admitting my actual age to him and he assured me it was cool and he wasn't going to rat me out or anything like that. The few words we exchanged made me feel pretty comfortable with him so I gave him the bag, he picked one out and disappeared into the outhouse stall. While I was waiting for him to finish and return my magazine I noticed he left the door to the stall halfway open. I took a few steps to the right so I could see around the door into the stall and saw that he wasn't even using the toilet. He was standing there just inside the door with his pants around his ankles stroking his cock to the book he'd just borrowed from me. I'm normally very shy face to face but seeing this old guy who could have been my grandfather stroking his magnificent rod made my mouth water and I knew I wanted to get it on with him. Praying I didn't spook him I stepped far enough over for him to see me and said "Having fun in there?". It didn't take long for me to find out if my boldness was going to pay off or not.

"Why don't you come in here with me?" he asked. He didn't need to ask me twice. I was instantly in the stall with him. "Take your pants off and play with yourself" he said. I wasted no time undoing my jeans and dropping them to the floor. My cock was already hard before I even had the button undone and when it sprang out at him he gasped, like he had just seen the most beautiful thing ever. I started stroking my cock for him, his eyes riveted to me as I played for him, and my eyes to him. The meat he had between his legs made my mouth water and I wanted very badly to drop to my knees and swallow him deep. I figured my boldness had already gotten me this far so I made another bold move. I flat out asked him "Do you want me to give you a blow job?". At first he said no, but I could tell he really meant yes. We stroked for a little longer and I asked him again, do you want me to give you a blow job? His response was a little less convincing this time. So I said to him it's ok, I really want to and I promise you're not going to get into any trouble. It's our secret. He unwrapped his hand from his shaft and put it on the back of my head as he stepped toward me. I dropped to my knees in the dirty outhouse and took him in my hand before wrapping my mouth around him and getting my wish of sucking his beautiful cock.

When he first felt my mouth on him he groaned and pushed my head down deeper on his dick. He told me to keep stroking myself while I blew him. I raised my eyes, my mouth filled with his cock and saw him looking down at me stroking myself while I gobbled his meat. His cock was short, but not too short. Just long enough to comfortably fit all the way to the back of my throat without choking me when I went all the way down on him. It also had a nice girth to it so my mouth felt completely full, but not overfilled. I can't even begin to describe the taste of his skin, but I still have flashbacks to that particular flavor even all these years later. I pulled my dick for him, putting on a show while I completely lost myself in sucking his perfectly proportioned cock. All I could think was "Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm here doing this completely nasty, slutty thing!" Unfortunately I got too wrapped up in sucking him and didn't pay enough attention to pacing myself and the next thing I knew I was blowing my load all over the floor. I felt it coming before it actually blew but by the time I realized I was going to shoot it was too late for me to back off and stop it.

So there I was, in a rest area outhouse with a perverted old stranger's cock in my mouth while I milked myself out on the floor at his feet. I came so hard I had to take him out of my mouth while I caught my breath. He voiced his approval of my show and told me he really liked watching me make myself cum. I stroked his cock and played with his balls while he talked to me. He then instructed me to wet my hand with spit and cup his balls while he jerked himself off. With my spit soaked hand massaging his nutsack I knelt on the floor at his feet, my jeans still around my ankles, while he furiously pumped himself. After only a few strokes he said to me "I'm gonna cum, do you want it?" I told him I just wanted to watch him blow, and blow he did. He pointed his cock to the floor and shot like a rocket, his cum hitting the floor, mixing with the sizable puddle I left at his feet. When he finished milking himself dry he said to me we should probably get out of there. As much as I wanted to continue playing with him I agreed it was best we not push our luck. He told me he was going to leave and I should stay there for a few minutes so nothing would look suspicious in case anybody else had happened to stop at the rest area.

I sat down on the toilet while I waited, still not believing what had just happened and already the fantasies were building. I started thinking about what it would have felt like if he had leaned me over the toilet and shoved his cock up my tight ass, which is exactly what I thought about all the way home. For weeks I spent a lot more time than usual riding my bike up and down the highway, watching the rest area for any sign of him. Every moment I was able to steal away for some wank time was spent thinking about either his thick cock pressing into my bowels and shooting me full of filthy old pervert cum or my mouth wrapping around it until he coated the back of my throat. I fantasized about what it would be like to talk him in to taking me home where we could play unfettered. In my fantasies I'd reckoned he was a single man, living by himself in a nice quiet house with no nosy neighbors. I could ride my bike to his house and hide it out of sight, go in and let him have his way with me, fucking my mouth and ass to his heart's content. My deepest desire was to find this sick old fuck again and become his personal fuck toy. Sadly I only ran into him one time after that. I had stopped at the rest area to grab a drink of water from the fountain and use the toilet. As I was leaving I made it half way down the path and looked up to see him walking towards me on his way to the outhouse. We gave each other a knowing nod but I was crushed by the fact I couldn't just turn around and follow him back to the stall because there was a family there having a picnic who would have seen us both going in together. I never saw him again after that. Almost 30 years later I still fondly remember that nameless grandpa and it makes my cock twitch and rise to this day thinking about what happened and fantasizing about what could have been.

I just recently found out that my mother has been having an affair with our neighbor from across the street. I am 22 and my mom is 43. She is 5'4 long red hair fair skin 130# 34b. My parents have been married for 25 years. They have had their ups and downs through the years and I'm sure my dad hasn't been an angel the entire time either. But finding out my mother was cheating was shocking. Our neighbor is also married and he's a black guy about 35yrs old. He owns a landscaping business and he maintains our yards. I guess he really does trim the bushes.

So about a month ago I came home early from my job as I wasn't feeling well and I walked into my house and immediately heard the obvious sounds of someone having sex. At first I though the folks were getting it on but then I realized my dads car was not in the driveway and neither was my sisters. I made my way down the hallway towards my parents room and the bedroom door was open. I stopped adn listened to the sounds of skin smacking skin and a woman grunting and groaning. Oh yes ummm yeah give it to me. Oh yeah! I listened for a few minutes adn my cock began to get hard. I don't know why but I took my cock out and began stroking to the sounds. I couldn't see anything so I moved closer.

That's when i saw them. My neighbor had my mother in the doggie position and I could see his black ass as he pounded his cock into my mother. She had her ass up in the air and her face pushed into a pillow. I watched as her tits hung down adn swayed with each thrust of his cock. My mom was so vocal. I had heard her in the past but never like this. She was saying fuck me oh yes fuck me with your cock. please. I was so hard. I kept jerking my cock off watching them fuck. My mom then said she was about to come and he began fucking her faster. I watched as my mom reached underneath and began rubbing her clit as he fucked her faster. Then she came. He stopped fucking her and pulled out of my moms pussy. I looked as I could see her gaping hole all red and wet. He flipped onto his back and told my mom to ride him. I ducked back so not to be seen by her and then waited a few seconds. When i heard the bed creaking again I looked around the corner and my mom was riding him cowboy style.

I watched as I saw my mother slide up and down this big black cock. His cock was so slick with hers and his cum. I couldn't believe this. I continued jerking my cock. I watched as she leaned forward adn he began sucking her tits and feeling her ass all the while my mom was riding up and down on his cock. I watched as they began to fuck harder and faster. I wasn't as careful as I thought as I let out a grunt and my mother quickly turned and looked over her shoulder towards the door and our eyes locked! She just stared at me and continued fucking our neighbor. She never said a word but closed her eyes and turned back towards him and continued fucking him. I watched for about 2 more mins and my mother began to announce that she was cumming and he also said he was about to cum and she told him to cum inside her. Cum in side my pussy baby. Oh yes do it. And I watched as he shoved his cock deep inside as my mom sat down on his cock. I quickly put my cock away and ran out to my car and drove down to the beach. I didn't come home until later that night when I knew my mother was asleep.