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Broken Trophy Wife

I've been fucking a local trophy wife for a little over a year now. I met her online and we had the same chemistry that we had online, but we just had to be discreet, meeting far from where she lived or coming to my place. Things started to progress in a strange way because she started to confide in me in ways that started to get deeper and more personal; things she should be sharing with a therapist. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy deep conversations, but the subject matter made me think she needed some professional help.

She is in her late 20s, no kids, and her husband is in his late 40s and has kids from a previous marriage. By all other accounts, from outsiders, everyone would assume they have the perfect life. He is very successful and she does not work, but she is VERY bored and she feels very useless other than being her husband's arm candy and someone for him to fuck. She has a lot of regrets about never going to college and pursing her own career, to which I strongly urged her to go back since money and time are not an issue for her. When I encouraged her, she was so excited to have someone that was supportive. Her husband has not been supportive and I think that is by design to keep a sense of power, leverage, and reliance on him. She said that when they dated and married, everyone knew the game and she has been accused of being a gold digger, which has made her want to prove herself even more. I've given her a lot of advice on how to approach the subject or how to even just go ahead and pursue what she wants without his permission.

Unfortunately, while she has really connected with me physically and with my support, she was upset that I stopped fucking her. This added to her sense of inadequacy, asking about what she did wrong, but I felt very uncomfortable being a potential lifeboat for her. I do very well for myself and the last thing I need is someone that unilaterally decides that they don't want to be in their situation to be with me. It has happened before and it ended terribly; I hated everything about it. Pushing her physically away has encouraged her to try harder despite me being 100% clear about my expectations and enjoying being a friend more than a lover. I encouraged her to find a professional to speak to, to help her navigate this. Her friends have not been supportive because she feels that they resent her lifestyle as a gold digger and don't think she will ever apply herself. To be honest, I think she would do well in college and with her drive. Sometimes people need that second birth to feel that fire lit under their ass instead of just pursuing higher education because it is expected of them.

Anyway, not the sexiest of updates. It has been hard not fucking her because the sex is great, we click, and she is gorgeous. I just do not need her catching feelings.

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.

Team Meeting and Hookup

A few months ago, I was traveling with my larger sales team to get together for a week. There is a coworker I have low-key flirted with that lives in another city, but never met in person. We both flew in the day before meetings, from separate cities, and hung out. We went to grab an early dinner after we checked into our hotel with a lot of flirting in the cab and during the meal. We had a few drinks to loosen up and when we hopped in a cab she went in head first and just shook her ass at me and refused to move until I grabbed her and moved her playfully.

We grabbed a bottle of wine and went back to her room to hang out since she didn't feel like being social with everyone in the lobby. Back in her room, the flirting was always on this edge of inappropriateness, because shit can get really weird with coworkers. She went through her carry on and intentionally tossed her panties and bra on the bed while she was looking for something. I grabbed the pair and asked her if her husband bought them for her. She laughed and said no and asked if I liked them. I said yes and that I was going to keep them. She said I had to earn them. I told her to come over, which she did, and I she knew what was up as I kissed her. We made out for a while and I asked her if I earned it yet. She said I had to try harder than that. I asked how hard exactly. She said harder than than her husband, who doesn't care about her panties.

The kissing continued and hands roamed across each other. I laid her down on the bed and spread her legs, pulling her panties off, and took my time devouring her pussy with my hands feeling her ass, hips, tits, and greedily groping for more.

She reached down and motioned to for me to move up, so I slowly made my way up her body to kiss her hard. I asked her what she wanted and why she wanted me to stop. She said I knew. I told her I wanted her to say it and she didn't want to. I had my cock out and I put the tip of it against her clit and her wet slit and told her to say it. She said no. I leaned my weight on her, grabbed the back of her hair, and told her that she needed to tell me what she needed because I'm having a hard time understanding. She told me through gritted teeth that she wanted me to fuck her and I pressed into her roughly. She was already wet, but the tightness eventually subsided as I continued to plunge into her.

I asked her if that's what she needed. She whimpered a yes and asked why it took me so long to get the hint. I said I had to play my cards right with coworkers, because you never know. She said well now I knew that I could use her pussy whenever we were on the road. I asked her if it was her first time cheating on the road and she said she fucked 8 other guys in the past three years when she started. I asked her her husband knew and she said he didn't. We spent a few more nights together and it was a great week. I haven't seen her again since, which is a real shame. We have sexted on the side pretty frequently though. I took two pairs of panties home from her as a trophy.

Grocery pit stop pickup

It has been a while since posting, but I have been insanely busy with work getting back to normal, travel, and juggling regulars. It is still very much a vice of mine and I've shared stories with folks in my DMs, who have encouraged me to continue to share.

In late April I stopped at Trader Joe's for some groceries. I usually have my go-to items and try to avoid spending a lot of time in there on the weekend, since it tends to be pretty busy. There was a woman working there who caught my eye as she was talking to a customer with kids a few feet from me. She kept glancing my way and smiling, so I lingered in the aisle and pretended to browse. The customer had two kids and she mentioned having two kids of her own. I noticed that she did not have a ring on, but who knows. As she was talking and intermittently glancing, she played with her hair a bit. She was just over 5 feet tall with long hair that went halfway down her back. I went on my way, pretending to not notice her, but we shared enough glances.

While looking in another aisle, she came by, looking at some things on the shelf. While I was walking by she looked at me and asked me if I was finding everything alright. I told her I was, but I asked her some details about some dried fruit to make some small talk. We joked around a bit and she touched my hand as she laughed. I did not want to overstay my welcome with the conversation, so I just boldly said we should grab dinner sometime. She got nervous and played it off with a small excuse. I told her that it's cool if she didn't feel comfortable meeting a customer, but that she should go put her number on a piece of paper that somehow makes its way into my possession if she felt too uncomfortable. She smiled and said she would think about it.

I continued down another aisle and she came back towards me with some dried fruit, said she found what I was looking for, handed it to me, and told me to have a great day. She gave me the fruit and a piece of paper with her number in the hand-off. I turned to look at her, admired her petite figure and skinny jeans as she walked away. Later that week, I texted her saying the dried fruit was terrible and that she had to make it up to me. We flirted and joked and she agreed to dinner on the weekend.

I picked her up and while out she talked about being divorced, how the dating scene sucked and was made worse by logistics working around kids' schedules. Their dad had the kids on the weekend we were going out, so she was free. She had on skin-tight jeans and a looser top that was cut a bit lower, showing a bit of her small boobs. We had dinner and I was just excited that she could hold a conversation while being engaging and funny as well. The flirting was there, but in a heavy-handed manner. I asked if she wanted to grab drinks somewhere and she just offered to go back to her place for drinks so she could "be herself". I asked if she felt like she couldn't and she said it was hard for her when other, random people could be eavesdropping. I asked her like when I overheard her conversation with the customer about kids and she said EXACTLY like that, but she admitted she was trying to be noticed.

We went back to her place and she offered me an edible, which I took. She poured some wine and the flirting was much heavier and direct as we sat on her couch. She went to the bathroom and came back and as she crossed my path toward her seat, I just grabbed her and pulled her on top of me. That was her queue; she just attacked me with her mouth all over mine. I had my hands on her torso and roaming up her loose top down her sides and grabbing her ass. The edible had kicked in and I was losing track of time, being lost in the moment. I pulled her up to unbutton her pants and I peeled them off of her. I sat her down on the couch, pulled her panties off and ate her pussy. At this point, I was just lost in the moment and there wasn't an intensity to it, but I took my time and it seemed to be what she needed. I came up when she stopped me and I went up to kiss her hard. She grabbed my cock and she pulled me out and was surprised at how big I was as I got harder in her hand. I bent her over the couch and she moved her knees apart, looking back at me with her back arched, ass in the air, and pressed the head of my cock into her.

Petite and tight. She was already wet and ready to go and her pussy felt wonderful as she stretched to accommodate me. She was so vocal and unafraid of letting herself be heard as I plunged into her feeling her pussy squeeze me in protest as I forced myself in deeper.

I honestly lost track of time and everything going on for about four hours. I just remember her cumming on my mouth the second time I ate her pussy and pulling out so she could greedily grab my cock and suck it until I came on her open mouth and face. We cleaned up, she asked me to crash there by her, and we fucked again in the middle of the night as we both woke up, and again in the morning.

Since then, we've only been able to get together twice; once on a date and another was a late night booty call after she was back home after hanging out with some friends.

Ghosted and resurrected!

A bit ago I met a new, local, cheating friend who I finally fucked. She was shy and took a bit of time to get her to open up, but she did and we met up. We first met for coffee and kept it casual. The second meeting was more straightforward with her coming over after her kids were off to school. She called in sick while her husband was at work and came over wearing some skin-tight athletic wear with a pony tail. Again, she was shy, but opened up quickly. Most women like this tend to prefer that I lead, which is the plan anyway. Last year, she had gotten a breast lift and slight enhancements, which she has been enthusiastic to show off, despite her more reserved personality. I first connected with her from her finding me on a cheating site after she was getting turned on by the additional attention she was getting from her tits. That said, her tits looked amazing and you couldn't tell that she has three kids from her fitness level.

After talking a bit and getting comfortable, she followed my lead and let me pull her onto my lap on my couch. We made out for a while, with her grinding herself against me, and I held off pulling her tits out to see how long she could go before wanting more. She eventually asked me if I wanted to see them. I asked if she liked sharing them and she said she did. She admitted that she shared nudes with other guys since the enhancement. Her nipples were poking through the top and I licked and sucked them lightly before pulling the top down so they could spill out. She has very sensitive nipples, so she turned into a new woman once I had her nipples in my mouth and against my tongue. Her kisses got harder and she reciprocated the energy and roughness of my hands and lips.

My greedy hands were all over her and then I pushed her off of me and bent her over the couch. I peeled her tight leggings down to expose no panties and a shaved pussy. I buried my face in her pussy and she slid a finger into her ass as I ate her from behind. She was already incredibly wet from the extended kissing and grinding session. At some point I couldn't control myself and I pulled my cock out, running the head of my cock between her slit and down to her clit. She was nervous, but the instinct for her to fuck overwhelmed her. I grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her up a bit. She got on her elbows and I pulled her head to look back at me. Words haven't been spoken for some time, but the eyes and sounds she made reflected the feeling as I pressed my cock into her. I was bare and she couldn't help herself or stop the need. The tightness on my big cock gave way to the wetness. She grit her teeth as I pulled out and roughly thrust deeper into her, repeatedly.

She kept her eyes on me with a furrowed brow and an open mouth. That's how it went as I fucked her from behind, but had her pivot to her back, legs spread. It was shortly after she came that things changed and she was brought back to some semblance of reality. I could tell her demeanor changed and I stopped, without finishing. She grew nervous and I explained that it was going to be an awkward moment for her. I gave her space and some water, told her to use the bathroom, get dressed, and leave if she needed. She could stay, but I needed to make sure she knew options and that she did not owe me explanations for whatever she decided. Ultimately she decided to leave. I did not message her for a while, but when I did, she ghosted me. I didn't bother to reach out again, because I knew that women like her, cheating for the first time, needed time to process what happened.

Ultimately, about three months later, recently, she reached out again with a few simple, single-word questions. I recognized it as a fishing expedition to see if I would respond and how. I focused on comfort and after the shock of what she did, the Holidays behind us, she reached out again to "talk". The talking was mostly her needing to share with someone what she did, even if it was me. She needed her voice to be heard by someone. It re-established the connection and we ended up fucking again...but perhaps those details will be best reserved for another post!

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

Dating and open

I've been fucking/dating this divorced friend for some time and we have started referring to each other as the girlfriend/boyfriend. We still know it is not exclusive and she has really enjoyed time with me because of my open-mind when it comes to sexuality and her wanting to explore it for herself. She has gotten more dick since her divorce than before. I've helped her meet other guys and encouraged her to do so. I rubbed off on her with my vice for married women and she has gotten off by finding and fucking married men. We have played with some of her female friends and there is an understanding that I fuck them on the side if I want.

She joined me with some single women, but it wasn't until recently that a few married women I've been fucking have felt comfortable joining us. Typically they just want discretion and limiting who know they cheat in whatever circle. The hottest was fucking my friend's wife, who hit it off with her. I didn't blow my friend's wife's cover. She actually brought up sexual topics with my g/f and after my g/f confided in her about some sexual exploring, she picked up on how my friend's wife and I don't always get along in social settings (most people think we dislike each other), but she seemed interested in her. She put two and two together and asked her. I guess my friend's wife was stunned and her lack of answering was all the answer my g/f needed. Since then, we've found three times to get my friend's wife to get away from the fam, meet at my g/f's place and fuck.

I also fucked her with my neighbor, who was super interested in my g/f. The neighbor kept asking about her and when we admitted to a deeper level of dating, she insisted on meeting her. It's been a great adventure so far.

Thanks for giving

People continuously tell me that I need to post more often and as I find time, I will continue to chronicle my adventures.

There's a local divorced friend that I have been fucking regularly for quite some time. To some extent we are dating, but nothing is official and we are both quite clear that sex is not exclusive. Mostly she is a friend who is awesome to hang out with, sexy as hell, and was extremely eager to break through her history with sexual repression.

Around the early August time frame, there was a flood of sexual need from moms that were excited that their kids were going back to school. Some were stay-at-home and some worked from home. Ultimately, if their husband wasn't there, they had the flexibility to get away and fuck. The majority of these friends were women I knew in the past, but there were a few new ones that I either met online or through their friends, who I fucked. Who doesn't like a good referral program!? That said, I was starting to travel more for work, so things became insane busy for me. If I wasn't traveling that business day, I was working on someone to fuck during business hours and working later to balance getting work done. I am extremely fortunate to have the flexible role I do, but much of that is earned from excellence. If I close (win) business and crush my numbers, people don't ask questions.

Since I've been on the road, I've met a few of you off Tumblr to fuck if I've been in the area. I know some of us have been talking for months or YEARS, but the fruit is delicious when its overripe and dripping with juice. I know there are still some of you out there that I am still waiting to meet up with and fuck, especially in the Maryland, Boston, Portland, and Kansas City. Believe me, I will be in touch!

On the work-front, there are two coworkers I've gotten back into fucking. One is on my boarder team, so when we finally got back together as a team (scattered across the US), we made it a point to fuck, so much so that we spent a few extra evenings on location beyond the time of our work obligations.

Travel being what it is, there are less business travelers, but there are still women I meet on the road. I frequent hotels that are often used by airline staff, so flight attendants have been particularly fun to fuck lately. They, like me, have an itch to scratch, so we make ourselves...available.

Things are still extremely hot on the single-friend front. The sexual repression from COVID hasn't worn off too much, so when it comes to meeting women in person or online, I have noticed a remarkable increase in fucking.

As I type this out, I realize how much of a cliff-notes overview this is and what I really need to get into is the visceral details of sexual encounters.

The ring makes it hottest, whether you have permission or not.

Or he is passed out upstairs, drunk from the party you threw and we're fucking in the basement.

You know its good when you need to change the sheets to hide a huge wet spot in a number of places so he doesn't find them. Just hope he doesn't see the cum-soaked panties that night.

Tight bodies are great, but I honestly prefer a woman with some hips, thighs, and ass that are ready to put in some work. I work hard for my abs, but I like some softness on a woman's stomach. I associate abs with more of a masculine feature and find it kind of gross when women have muscle definition on their stomachs. Maybe that's why I love fucking moms so much.

which is a more powerful experience for you: when the husband knows or when he doesn't?

When he doesn’t, especially if he is an asshole or abusive to her. The “I fucked your wife” power is strong.

Back on the road

It's been great getting back into travel. It's still not regular as it was, but I missed it.

One of the first trips I took was to meet up with our larger sales team after being remote for so long. On the team is a woman who I regularly fucked while traveling with her, so we were able to fuck again and get her back into cheating. I could tell how excited she was based on the effort she put into looking amazing, from makeup, outfit, to bra/panties/lingerie. We were only meeting with the sales team for a few days, but we both stuck around longer to spend time together without having to deal with lingering coworkers.

There have been some flight attendants that I met that were down to fuck as well. They usually are, but opportunity has been rough for them over this last year.

If anything, body language has meant more now than any other time. When I'm at a bar/lounge, there tends to be a lot of space both from people still apprehensive to remain socially distant as well as a smaller volume of people. Now, so many tells are given if someone sits just a little closer to me or moves/glances my way when they would have no other reason to.

I wonder how many nice, innocent wives follow my blog...

You’re some of my favorite readers, because although I would never, ever expect you to reblog something you find here, it’s like watching you get off. Your secret is safe with me. :)

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.

Those worlds can live completely separate from one another without intersecting. There is no reason for you to give up your passion to fuck other men just because you're a mom or wife.

You know cheating was the right choice when you remember how good that leg-shaking, mouth-breathing, primal fucking is.

I learned to appreciate that age range in an in-depth manner since my early 20s.

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.

I read a post called the event friend. You ended up role playing as stripper/customer. You also had concerns she would blow her cover. But i hope you enjoyed each other more. Did you and would you post?

Yes.  She is a regular and while it’s been a challenge to get her away from the husband and kids, we’ve found some time to make it work. It has been super challenging over the last year though.

Separated; a COVID affair

Last year, I met a woman who (to this day) is going through a divorce. We met on a dating app, since she was feeling bored and lonely with time on her hands. My profile leaves no questions as to what I'm all about, so it does a good job weeding out unnecessary matches and interests. It's funny the way women will reach out to me. They fall into three buckets.

1 - They are blunt about their interests and the heavy-handed flirting kicks off right away.

2 - They match and talk to me like I'm any other guy, perhaps conveniently ignoring the darker parts of who I am that I'm pretty upfront about.

3 - They are shy and awkward, trying to find a way to be 1, above, but lacking the resolve or sexual confidence.

My new friend is a 3. Typically 3s are boring as hell because they cannot be honest with themselves. There is this song and dance they expect you to go along with to make them comfortable and oftentimes there is not a payoff because they don't know what to do with the comfort once they have it. I'm all about cultivating that connection and comfort, but I stop putting energy into conversations if I do not get any back.

My 3-Friend broke through that barrier quickly and jumped into being a 1. It was like unleashing a beast that wanted to be let out inside her. Very pretty girl-next-door that got married young to some pathetic dude that did not appreciate what he had. She's still pretty young and without kids, but she ended up getting a boob job since I guess her tits were pretty small before. It brought a spark to the bedroom, but that eventually waned. But where her husband attention dropped off, she was realizing she was getting attention from other guys.

In 2019 she worked a booth at a conference for work. The first night she hit it off with some guy at the hotel bar, let her guard down, and ended up fucking him back in his room. The first night was a shock to her as she said she felt an immense amount of shame walking back to her room. She thought it was a one-time and one-off thing and struggled with both feeling incredibly guilty and excited. She worked the booth the next day and a different guy was really chatty and flirty with her. He asked her to grab dinner and she went. They ended up in a lounge later that night, making out and fucking in his room. The next day was uneventful, but the fourth night she was relaxing by another bar since her work duties were done. She intentionally ditched her team to just see what kind of flirting was out there without prying eyes. She met a few guys, but she had chemistry with another and fucked him back in his room.

The experience changed her and she realized she needed to live a different life than the one she seemed unhappily stuck in. To this day, she still hasn't admitted much of that to her friends and she only fucked one more local guy before separating in the middle of the pandemic. After breaking down her walls, she very quickly moved to opening up about her experience with me the same night I started talking with her. I first matched with her and it took a few days for us to chat in real-time, but once the spark was there, there was no denying it. She was only a week and a half into not living with her man anymore and she was thrilled to meet someone she could confide in and not judge her. She knows all her friends would judge her or guys would feel threatened by her sluttiness, even if just a few moments in her life.

I let another week go by to make sure she wasn't the psycho type that wanted to quickly and desperately meet and she appreciated the space and time. We sexted regularly and decided to meet for coffee. We clicked quickly and I followed her back to her place. She gave me the tour and it was clear that she wanted to linger in the bedroom. She went to the bathroom and came back out with her rings back on and said that she knew I liked that kink. I just put my hand behind her head and grabbed her hair as I pulled her closer to kiss her. She pretended to resist and played along, telling me she shouldn't be a bad wife. I found her matching bra and panties with freshly shaved pussy, so she came prepared. I ate her pussy slowly and warmed her up for a while. I was hard when I stood above her and she laid down on the bed, legs spread. She saw how big my cock was and tried to hide her reaction. I ran the length of my cock through her pussy lips. She took a bead of my pre-cum and put it in her mouth. I teased her some more, mostly until she couldn't take it and she began to talk dirtier in her lust. I was breathing heavy and she started to kick me with her heels, trying to get her hips closer to me.

I pressed the head of my cock into her pussy and felt the stretch and heard her moan. She was dripping, but so tight on me. I wanted more and I roughly thrust deeper into her. Her intake of breath was sharp between her teeth each time. I fucked her and edged across positions to prevent myself from cumming and felt her waves of an orgasm take over her before my own. She could tell I was edging and told me she wanted me to cum in her. She assured me she was on the pill. I kept the edge going for a while longer, but eventually thrust deep into her while she was bent over, pulling her hair roughly as I came in her. I stayed hard and slowly thrust in her over the course of a few minutes to recover and I began fucking her again.

I ended up spending the night there and we have kept up the affair to this day. I've been a crutch for her to help her get through the divorce. It's great that she doesn't expect anything more from me other than the intermittent companionship and sexual favors.

Post-Vaccine Updates and Madness

I haven't had a lot of original content recently. It has been a weird year for all of us!

Over the last year, I fucked regulars that were in tight circles or women that needed to scratch their itch while running the calculus to mitigate their exposure re: COVID. The expansion of that circle typically involved women that reached a breaking point, most of them single, and needing to fuck. A few of them were one-offs, but most of them kept in touch to fuck. Weekends are always busy.

During the height of the pandemic, I used Airbnbs in sleepy bed-and-breakfast towns as a way to gather friends who liked to fuck together. In a time where married women have a hard time getting away due to spouses being home so often, it was a way to give married women an excuse to get away with friends who liked to cheat together. These cheating friends carefully expanded their circles to fellow cheating friends they could confide in to party safely and discreetly.

I'm lucky to have cultivated connections with these women, but I realize that I'm often used as the token handsome, big cock and party favor. I never felt used and dehumanized, as thankfully the women have always been cool to hang with or else I would have just left. It is funny, though, that some of the women in the circles were totally OK having their friends watch me fuck them and join in, while some only wanted me to fuck them behind closed doors. I have two circles of married friends and a few smaller groups of single or mixed single/taken friends that I've enjoyed some long weekends with. The single or single/taken mixed friends that I've fucked have been able to crash at one of the single friends' places, but the Airbnb makes it easier to just disappear for a few days.

It occurs to me that I really need to update more often with the details (which I'll go back and do as memory serves me). The high-level updates feel lame.

Since the vaccine rolled out, things have gotten wild. I always had women on hookup or dating apps that reached a limit and needed to get together and fuck, but the vaccine has blown the doors off of that. There have been a lot of divorced and separated women that I've met and fucked through COVID. It started as a trickle, but now as so many women have gotten the vaccine that women are quick to suggest meeting up and fucking on the first date almost always happens (assuming real chemistry). The age ranges for many of the single women vary, but there have been a lot of divorced/separated women in their 30s through 40s that have spread their legs faster than ever.

I assume many of you that read and enjoy my longer updates would enjoy the details of individual women, single or otherwise. If there is something specifically that is enjoyed, always reach out and let me know. I forgot how cathartic it is to chronicle my experiences.

Is it really a threesome if he watches and just fucks you after I'm done? I guess.

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I love hearing that your boyfriend hasn't even cum in you, but you've gladly taken mine.

So, when traveling and I meet a single woman, I'll oftentimes flip the script. Even though I don't have a ring, I'll pretend and sell a story of being married.

I know a number of boyfriends that got drunk at music festivals and had to retire to their tent, but their girlfriend still wanted to party. She knows she is flirting and knows she is getting out of control. That's the plan. Looking the dude in the eye the next day and hanging out as strangers, yet knowing I fucked his girlfriend, is an extremely powerful moment.

Experienced: When you are wasted and I am soaking wet 🙈💦👩🏼

Maybe I am in the minority, but it works for me as well as a guy. I love when a woman knows how to flirt and talk dirty to keep the conversation going.

Wet my mind

Brevity and small talk

It has it's place, but when people can't move beyond it, it is the worst.

It does not matter how hot a woman is if she can't hold a conversation. If there are huge awkward silences or if conversations feel like pulling teeth. Nobody wants to experience that.

I totally understand that many people are shy. That's fair. The best shy people out there are the ones that straight-up admit it and it makes it so much easier to navigate.

I do. I want to see it shake as I thrust deep in you, the slap of your ass against my hips.