I fucked the neighbor against the door while his wife watered plants
She came over for sugar she didn't need. I knew. She knew. The second the door clicked I had her against it, dress up, my cock in that married cunt while through the thin wall I could hear the hose outside.
She bit my shoulder. Came quiet and mean. I fucked her through it and filled her with my hand over her mouth so the wife watering begonias wouldn't hear her husband's slut break.
She fixed her dress. Took the sugar. Walked out smiling.
I watched her talk to the wife over the fence for five minutes with my cum in her. Waved when they both looked over.
That night I jerked off to the sound of the hose and the way her wedding ring scraped the door when she grabbed it.
I keep the leftover on purpose. The smell on my fingers. The way my cock hardens when I replay her face.
When I'm alone I stroke thinking about that exact minute. No fantasy upgrade. Just the filth as it happened.
He fucked me in the stairwell and I sat in a meeting with cum in my cunt
Concrete. Echo. His hand over my mouth. He shoved my panties aside and fucked me standing between floors like we had thirty seconds and that was generous.
I came on his cock with my eyes watering. He filled me right after, hips stuttering, and I felt it sit deep when he pulled out and fixed my skirt for me like a gentleman.
I walked into the meeting wet. Sat down. Opened my laptop. Crossed my legs tight so nothing would drip onto the chair.
Someone asked for my thoughts on the Q3 numbers.
I gave them. Clear voice. Straight face. His cum warm in my pussy the whole time. When I stood up after I felt it shift and almost smiled.
I texted him from the bathroom: still in me.
He sent a thumbs up like a psychopath.
I keep the leftover on purpose. The ache. The way my panties stick. Proof I didn't imagine it.
When I'm alone I put my hand between my legs and go straight back to that exact minute. No warm-up. Just the filth.
I keep fucking my ex in the car and her new man thinks the bitch is just tired
Same parking garage. Same back seat smell. She texts me lunch and shows up with no panties like the relationship she has at home is a costume.
I fuck her bent over the seat. Hand in her hair. She comes fast and angry, like she's mad she still needs it. I come in her every time because she asks for it even when she says she shouldn't.
She fixes her lipstick in my mirror. Drives back to him.
He thinks she's tired from work. She sleeps next to him with my cum rinsed off and my scratches under her blouse. I know because she sends me a photo of the marks when she's in his bathroom.
I shouldn't still want that slut. I do. The car door still smells like her perfume and sex.
I keep the leftover on purpose. The smell on my fingers. The way my cock hardens when I replay her face.
When I'm alone I stroke thinking about that exact minute. No fantasy upgrade. Just the filth as it happened.
I told my best friend and that bitch got wet listening
I didn't mean to give her everything. Just a little. Then she asked what his cock felt like and I told her. How thick. How he talks when he's close. How I leak after.
She crossed her legs. I saw it. That little press of her thighs. She said keep going and her voice had changed.
So I told her how he came in me in the stairwell. How I sat in a meeting after with it still in my cunt. Her mouth opened. She wasn't shocked. She was hungry.
She admitted she was wet. Put my hand on the outside of her shorts so I could feel the heat. We didn't fuck. We just sat there ruined by a story.
I went home and touched myself thinking about her listening. About her getting wet on my confession. About what almost happened on that couch.
I keep the leftover on purpose. The ache. The way my panties stick. Proof I didn't imagine it.
When I'm alone I put my hand between my legs and go straight back to that exact minute. No warm-up. Just the filth.
I came in another man's wife then passed him the rice
Back room of the party. Door not even locked properly. She pulled her dress up and I fucked her standing with one hand over her mouth. Wedding ring cold against my shoulder when she grabbed me.
She came quiet and vicious. I filled her. Held it in. Pulled out slow and watched a little drip catch on her thigh before she wiped it and fixed her dress.
We walked back out separate.
At the table her husband passed me the rice. I took it. Said thanks. She smiled at both of us like nothing under her dress was full of me.
I ate. Talked football. Felt my dick twitch once under the table when she shifted in her chair.
I jerked off later thinking about rice and rings and how polite I sounded when I thanked him.
I keep the leftover on purpose. The smell on my fingers. The way my cock hardens when I replay her face.
When I'm alone I stroke thinking about that exact minute. No fantasy upgrade. Just the filth as it happened.
I woke him up with his cock in my mouth and I made breakfast leaking
He was still half asleep when I took him in. Soft at first. Then hard against my tongue. I sucked him slow until his hand found my hair and his hips started fucking my throat without asking.
I climbed on and rode him until he came in me. Deep. Morning-stupid. Holding my waist. I stayed seated on his dick for a minute after and felt it leak out around him onto his stomach.
Then I got up and made eggs.
No panties. His cum sliding down my thigh while I flipped toast. He walked into the kitchen hard again just from watching me stand there messy.
I handed him a plate and said eat.
He ate. I stood at the counter dripping and smiling into my coffee like a housewife who'd done something filthy before 8am and got away with it.
I took a virgin's virginity and he spent two hours learning my body like it was his final exam [FM]
So I finally got laid again after a DRY spell and I need to share this because this boy ruined me in the most wholesome way possible lmaoo this happened last Wednesday
Met this guy Jun on Hinge, same program as me, 5'8, average build, cute smile, kinda quiet. We went on a couple dates first, coffee and walking around campus talking for hours, and after a few days he told me he wanted to lose his virginity with me and I was like sir we have known each other for A WEEK so I said not yet
But after a few more dates I said yes and this man was SO happy, like genuinely excited that his first time was gonna be with me, the 5'2 pale girl with a septum piercing and dark lipstick who wears fishnets to class lol, he chose ME
Woke up horny and used me like his toy. Face in the pillow, him taking my ass until I was shaking. I said stop as part of the game and he didn't. I came anyway.
Good little ánál slùt
I love my ánál slùt. I woke up one morning around 3am, tired but super fùckìng hòrny.
My dìck was so fùckìng hard, I had to take care of it before going back to sleep.
My girlfriend and I have a CNC relationship but this night I decided to let her sleep because she had work the next morning.
Plus she fell asleep with pánts on and it seemed like a lot of work at the time to take them off lol.
Anyways, I hop on Reddit to scroll some pòrn subreddits and read some sèx stories.
I tried my best not to wake her up as I’m slow stroking my hard dìck next to her in bed.
@MagazineWife@vixensstory Reading other wives' adventures makes me wet. Last weekend I made one of my own — stranger's cock, husband's hands holding my hips from behind so I couldn't squirm away.
@MagazineWife A stranger filled me in a hotel while my husband waited in the lobby. I walked out dripping and he kissed me in the elevator like I'd done something holy.
@SherrySoft27 Slept with my boyfriend's roommate while he was at work. Still smell him on my sheets. Follow me back if you want the part where my boyfriend walked in and stayed to watch.
@HotwifeTuition Came home full from my boyfriend and put my feet in my husband's lap. Made him finish while I told him exactly how I got used. He thanked me.
@Vianney424 We'd been best friends for years and I finally fucked him in a motel off the highway. Came twice with my hand over his mouth so the next room wouldn't hear.
My ex-husband texted at 9:41 p.m.
You free?
I hate him. I’ve been divorced from that man for years. He is still an asshole. I still answered.
On my way.
I poured a drink first. Then another. Then I drove to the house I used to live in and let myself in with the key I never gave back.
My ex-husband didn’t say hello. He never does. He just looked at me like he already knew why I was there.
“Take them off,” he said.
I’m 5’2. He’s 6’4. We’d made out for weeks and never gone further. Last night I texted him that I needed to get fucked, not watch a movie.
He opened the door, picked me up off the floor, and kissed me against the wall with my legs around his waist. I could feel how hard he already was. He carried me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing and dropped me on the bed.
“Take it out,” I said.
He did. He was bigger than I thought. Thick enough that I actually stared. I got on my knees and sucked him sloppy, gagging on purpose, spit running down my chin so he could see it. He held my jaw and pushed deeper.
“Don’t be sweet. I didn’t come here to make out.”
@SherrySoft27 Blindfold on, husband's friend filling me, and I came knowing he was watching. Follow me back if you want the part where I asked for seconds.