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— My Cheating Heart —
Is it wrong? When I was very young, and guided by physical desire, I married a boy. Yes, he was a boy then, and is a boy today. He just cannot grow up.

I have know this man through work, he is much older than I, but he is everything that one thinks about in a man. I work for him, or as he says with him. I love him. I mean I truly love him. In my heart I am his woman. We spend 12 hours a day together, take our lunches together, there is no barrier between us, we talk about everything, we share our meals, I cry on his shoulder, he confides in me entirely, when we are together people think of us a husband and wife.

And, he loves me. He calls me 'woman' or 'honey' or anything else that comes to mind, and I respond. I call him by my pet name for him as well. We don't hide anything from anyone at the office (he owns the business). Everyone, I mean everyone, knows that I belong to him. Except for that boy that I married who is blind as a bat.

My religion is 100% against divorce and 100% against infidelity. But I feel that I am unfaithful to the man I love, evertime I have to let that boy touch me. I really just crinmge when my husband touches me anymore. We live together and at church hold up an image, but at home I am no longer his wife. I belong to another man.

Yes, I have delivered myself to the man I love. That first time he took me to be his woman, and I knew instantly the difference between a man and a boy. The boy just can't compete.

If I leave this boy, will God forgive me. I wasn't really a woman when I married him, just a stupid girl.

#9334 — Comments (1) — 10/24/2010 at 11:30 AM — That's Juicy! (1) — That's Lame. (3)

— My Cheating Heart —
When I was involved with someone whom I later left (way too much drama), I had an apartment I was renting from a woman who was about 25 years my senior (I was 29 at the time). She had blonde hair, light blue eyes, still trim, and I could see that when she was younger, she had been pretty damned hot (I saw a picture of her when she was in her 30s, and had been a flight attendant; damn). I thought one time after I dropped off my rent check to her about what sex with her would be like, and found myself becoming very hot at the idea.

The next time I went to drop off the check, we talked for awhile, and the talk got more personal. I told her I was attracted to her, and she said she had to admit she felt the same way. I reached across the table, and she took my hand. We both stood up, and began kissing. We were in her bedroom in just a few minutes, and I had probably the best sex in my life up to that point with her. One hot session we had outdoors in her garden at night. My gf never suspected a thing. My landlady/lover called it off after a few months, since she was planning on going back to her ex, and didn't feel right about sleeping with him and fucking me on occasion. She was great; had her head on straight, knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid of life.

I later met my gf's widowed sister, and when we were alone, she came onto me. We fucked a couple of times during her visit. The gf never suspected a thing, and I finally worked up the nerve to leave her.

#9328 — Comments (0) — 10/21/2010 at 10:34 AM — That's Juicy! (5) — That's Lame. (0)

— My Cheating Heart —
I wrote a confession last week. I need to get all this off my chest. I can't talk to ANYONE about what I have been doing for the last week. Last week my best friend left town for a long business trip. She will be gone alot with her new job. For weeks at a time. Somehow the day after she left I found myself naked in her sunroom masturbating for/with her husband. As the weekend went on there was more masturbation and eventually really good sex. Lots of cumming and a range of emotions. We have either had sex, masturbated together, or both everyday. The work week didn't give us much of a chance to get creative with it. We did meet on our lunch hour one day and masturbate together in his car. We parked behind an abandoned office building. That was hot. He really likes to watch me pleasure myself over and over. I like him watching. He likes to watch me with toys, my fingers, whatever. I like watching him stroke that big cock. I like to watch his balls shake. I like the feeling of his big hard cock sliding into my wet coochie.

Last night since the weather was pretty, he talked me into getting naked and playing in the backyard of his house. I think he could talk me into anything really. Since their home is very isolated there isn't much chance of being caught. You can hear the traffic but can't see it. You can't see any neighbors or other homes at all. We had all the lights on back there so we could see each other. He lit the outdoor fire pit up. He wanted me to to talk dirty and to do it loud while I played with myself. I did. I talked real dirty, real loud. I could hear my voice traveling through the trees. I used a cucumber he brought out for me. It felt so hot to have my coochie wide open in the night air under the lights, him watching me slide a cucumber in and out of my wet coochie until I came. I came so hard. Then I climbed on top of his cock and rode him fast and hard. We came together. After we came he had me lay on my back with my legs spread wide and he licked my coochie till I came again. It was so hot. I have never had a man lick my coochie after sex. I was so turned on and it felt so good. I collected my things with extreme guilt. Went home, showered and he called. Wanting to come over. He wanted to come over and sleep at my house. I said no. Then a little later after I was laying in my bed alone I called him back and told him to come on over. When I opened the door and saw him my heart raced. He came in and kissed me with such passion. We screwed on the floor by my front door. It was so passionate. He told me he loved me. He told me he loved me and wanted to make me cum everyday several times a day. My coochie throbs when I think about him.

He slept at my house. This morning my best friend call his cell while we were in the 69 position. After we finished (it was really good too by the way) he called her back from my back porch. I was watching him out the window with extreme guilt. He was done talking to her and he just sat there staring off into space. Then my phone rang. She called me too. We haven't really talked since she left. Our schedules have been off. I don't think she suspected anything. We chatted and that was that.

After the phone calls and we both got a shower, I asked him to go home. The guilt was too much. He has texted me several times since he left. He wants me to come over to their house. He wants to lay outside in the backyard this afternoon naked together and do dirty things to ourselves and each other. The thought of that makes me so horny. My coochie is wet right now thinking of the air and sun on our bodies in their yard. This is such a mess. I don't know what I am going to do? I think I'm in love with him? Is that possible? To be in love with this man after a week of orgasms? Many orgasms...no one has ever made me so horny or made me cum so much ever. Oh what to do? He's texted and called twice since I have been confessing. He wants us to walk around the yard and deck naked doing dirty things. He wants me to do something for him he won't tell me on the phone. As isolated as their house is we could screw in the middle of the front yard and no one would notice.

I'm going back over. It feels so good I can't stop right now. I want to see him play with himself in the sun. I want him to see me play with myself. I want to have mad passionate sex with him all over his yard. I want to cum again and again with the sun and the air on my skin. I want him. I want to do dirty things to each other and for each other. I am going over there now. I have to my coochie is so wet and ready for it, I have to go.

#9318 — Comments (1) — 10/17/2010 at 2:34 PM — That's Juicy! (5) — That's Lame. (0)

— My Cheating Heart —
My best friend left for a business trip that will keep her gone for several weeks at a time. She left Thursday morning. Somehow by Friday evening I was naked in her sunroom masturbating for/with her husband. I just don't even know how that got started...well I do but..wow. It started out me dropping by to pick up a dress. He was watching porn and before you knew it I was naked and masturbating. After several orgasms I left in a flurry feeling really guilty. Saturday morning came and so did more guilt. Text messages and calls started rolling in from my friends husband. When I finally picked up the phone he talked me into coming back over..I don't know how he did that. Once I was there it was no time and once again I was naked, he was naked, and once again we were watching each other masturbate again. This time we were in their bedroom and all over the house really. He asked me to use toys that were in the bedside table, I used them alright. I used a couple different ones actually and enjoyed them. I was so turned on. It felt so good, yet so wrong. I stayed all day and all night with him. Naked taking bubble baths, sleeping here and there and playing with ourselves over and over again. This morning when my friend called him while I was laying in her bed naked with her husband with my legs spread (among other things) enjoying him watching me pleasuring myself. I was once again guilt ridden. I was trying to leave and he talked me into staying. I don't know how he did that. He did though. He talked me into staying the day and most of the night. We had sex today...alot of it. I begged him for it. He was rubbing his hardness all over my inner thighs and evidentually up and down my coochie lips. I begged him to put it in. All the way in. He finally did. Hard and fast. It felt so good. I came so many times in the last three days. I drove home tonight feeling a range of emotions. I am really turned on by him. Never felt this way towards him until this weekend. He begged me to spend the night again. It's a holiday tomorrow and neither of us have to work. We are going to spend the day together...naked I am sure. I'm turned on just thinking about what we might get into tomorrow. I have gotten myself into a mess with this situation...it feels soooo good though.

#9300 — Comments (2) — 10/11/2010 at 1:00 AM — That's Juicy! (3) — That's Lame. (0)

— My Cheating Heart —
I am a nurse on the night shift at the hospital. I am 22 y/o, 5'7", 123lbs, brunette, 36DD, and am told I am very attractive. I live with my bf. He loves how hot I look in my uniform. I told him about a doctor on nights, a young resident who has been hitting on me. For some reason it turned him on. He told me to have the guy over to the apartment. We came up with a plan. I have some sexy lingerie. I wore something pretty revealing, that showed off my breasts. We had some drinks, and I noticed that the doctor couldn't take his eyes off me. My bf gave the signal and we began to execute the plan. I said to my bf that he hadn't had a chance to see what I got at the store. He said "Oh, your friend wouldn't mind a little fashion show." He said it would be good, but that I would look good in anything. I went and started trying on the items - a neglegie, a hot lacy teddy that exposed my breasts and nipples. I would walk close to him and ask if he liked it, and of course he said yes. For the finale, I had a peek-a-boo bra that my breasts hang out of, and a garter and stockings, no panties, and heels. Well he about fell out of his chair. His excitement was very noticeable, and I asked if he was going to let me see anything. He looked at my bf who gave a nod, and he stood up and dropped his shorts to reveal a massive, thick hardon. I looked at my bf, and he gave a nod, and I reached for his cock, as I got on my knees in front of him and attempted to get the fat cock in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my bf had taken out his cock and was stroking. I told the doctor that the only way I could take his whole cock, was if he fucked me doggy. I got on all fours and took the entire length while my bf watched. When he was done, I had my bf eat me. It was so hot!

#9299 — Comments (2) — 10/9/2010 at 8:36 PM — That's Juicy! (14) — That's Lame. (3)

— My Cheating Heart —
I'm "the other man" and have been for 5 years. It was an accident.

It started at a block party when I was 13. I had a crush on Wonda, a black girl who was in my class. She was an early bloomer and had huge tits for her age and a round ass and a habit of wearing tight and skimpy clothes. I wasn't even supposed to be out that late but I snuck out.

I thought I had spotted her from a distance with a beer in her hand. I came up behind her and grabbed her and began grinding into her. She responded and I began pulling her away from the crowd and into an ally while fondling her tits. Once we got out of the light I pulled down her shorts and tried to get her into position. She helped me out and I lost my virginity taking her standing up from behind.

After we both got off, I noticed that the hips were wider than they should be and the girl was taller. It wasn't Wonda but her mother Maxine. She pulled her pants up and kissed me and led me by the hand to her house where we spent the rest of the night screwing.

The next morning I ran into Wonda in the bathroom and she and her mom got into an argument over her screwing stupid little white boys. I got my clothes including my belt and hit Wonda once in the ass with it and told her to mind her own fucking business. Maxine laughed and applauded.

Wonda treats me with respect since I can beat her ass with a belt with her mom's blessing. I've fucked her a few times but Maxine is worlds better. Maxine is beginning to show her age but not a lot. She's a perfect black MILF.

Maxine's husband is a cross-country moving van driver and spends a lot of time out of town. As soon as he pulls out of the drive I'm usually in Maxine's house and forcing her pants off. He thinks I'm Wonda's boyfriend. He might not have suspected a 13-yr-old white boy of doing his wife, but an 18-yr-old one has to be more careful. A couple of times I forced Wonda to suck me where he could see it and once screwed her in his truck so he could catch us.

Maxine and I discussed running off together if she got pregnant. She's only 35 and her husband had a vasectomy so it's possible. I think she wants to get pregnant. She tracks her fertility and screws me extra on her hot days, even if she has to sneak out of the house. She treats me like a hero when we're together, which makes Wonda make retching noises.

My folks and the people at school think I'm screwing Wonda. I do sometimes but I usually do that only when I need to.

#9291 — Comments (0) — 10/2/2010 at 5:46 PM — That's Juicy! (9) — That's Lame. (0)

— My Cheating Heart —
I've been married 13 years and have been having an affair with my brother-in-law for 11 years. My husband doesn't notice anything unless the house isn't clean or dinner's not on time. I don't even think any of our children are my husband's but the first.

I was raised in a good Catholic family and my husband's family and my family were good friends. Our fathers were business partners. I don't even remember being proposed to, and sex was such a dull chore that I often fell asleep in the middle of it.

By contrast, I remember how my affair started with crystal clarity. After my first child was born I was watching him and my brother-in-law (who is eight years younger than my husband and was only 13 at that time). I had always gotten along well with him and thought that he had a crush on me. We were joking around and he said he would love to kidnap me and take me away. I said that would be lovely but could he haul me around tied up. He said let's find out and went and got some clothesline and tied my wrists behind my back. I thought it a joke until he tied my wrists and ankles together and began touching me. For a half-hour he undressed me, fondled me, fingered me, and rubbed his erection on my face and breasts. Then we heard my husband's car drive up and I pulled off the ropes and straightened up my clothes. Everything was perfectly normal when he came in.

That night I considered what had happened. Those "bonds" had been a joke. I could have escaped any time and I knew it. I wasn't gagged and my neighbors were close by; a single shout would have gotten me rescued. He never threatened me in any way. And when I thought about it I got excited enough to touch myself. I went to Confession the next day and was given Absolution.

The day after that I dropped off the baby at his grandmother's, saying I wanted some "alone time". I picked up my brother-in-law at school and he seemed nervous. Then we stopped at a store and bought some clothesline. We kissed with tongue and he was so happy. As we went into my house, I put my hands behind my back and he tied my wrists. That was the day I had my first sexual orgasm.

We meet at least twice a week and more often if we can. My brother-in-law is 24 now and a wonderfully dominant lover who can force my body into screaming pleasure at his will. With him I'm his pet whore. He's even sold me on occasion. Despite the loose and easily-escapable way he ties me up I've gotten permanent rope-marks on my wrists and ankles.

My husband is still dull and uninterested; he hasn't touched me in three years. If we weren't all Catholic I would have divorced my husband and married his brother years ago. I'm certain that my second and fourth children are my lover's but the third might be my husband's. I still don't use birth control of course.

#9250 — Comments (6) — 9/12/2010 at 9:15 AM — That's Juicy! (11) — That's Lame. (0)

— My Cheating Heart —
I am a 19 year old bisexual girl. My current girlfriend has been mean and distant lately. She invited me over to spend the night, ended up drinking to the point where she got belligering to me, and passed out in her bed.

I had enough of her bad attitude, so to get back at her I hung out with her roomate and his best friend in the next room, and ended up fucking them both. I made them choke me, dp me.. everything.

I felt used and like a whore and it was fucking amazing.

I wish she had woken up and found us all together, but she didn't.

#9161 — Comments (1) — 8/13/2010 at 10:44 AM — That's Juicy! (10) — That's Lame. (1)

— My Cheating Heart —
My girlfriend of 5 years won't have another threesome with me..

So I'm going to hire two hot young twenty something bisexual escorts and fuck the shit out of them for an hour. I'll feel guilty, but it will be worth it.

#9141 — Comments (0) — 8/5/2010 at 9:53 AM — That's Juicy! (7) — That's Lame. (2)

— My Cheating Heart —
This past Saturday, I went behind not only my boyfriend's back, but his girlfriend's back as well, to fuck one of my closest friends... All throughout the day, he had been teasing me either with words or by scratching down my back, massaging my thigh... he just kept making me moan, even in public. I continued to tell him to stop, but he wouldn't. We got back to his place after the Renaissance Faire to change for the second round of work (my only day on the job) when I just decided that enough was enough.
At first it just started as a blowjob. I thought "Okay, after this, that's it." But something threw that notion from my head and I climbed onto his lap, begging him for more because I was just so horny I couldn't think straight. So, we fucked.
Even at the job, I knew he felt guilty over what happened, despite the fact that he was the one who spent most of the day getting me soaked. We talked about it, and he agreed that nobody else will know what we did.
I spoke to him today, and he said that he had to tell his girl, another of my friends. He claimed to not even be able to look himself in the eye, and that he cries every time he messages "I love you" to her. (She's on vacation.) That's when the guilt finally hit me, that I, who always frowned upon cheating, sneaking around, lying, and just acting like a lowlife, had turned into one of the biggest hypocrites alive. I just can't explain how terrible I feel right now, and how I need to tell my guy as well...
Now I just feel like complete chicken shit, because I know what I have to do and I'm so afraid of how things are going to turn out. My friend's girl is never going to forgive me, my friend won't be able to look me in the eye, my guy will leave because of how badly I abused his trust. I can't even trust myself anymore.
JA, KS, and SB... I'm sorry I'm such a fuck up, I'm sorry I ruined so many things... You may not forgive me, but please know that I've never been so apologetic in my life. I don't deserve you guys.

#9137 — Comments (0) — 8/2/2010 at 2:39 PM — That's Juicy! (7) — That's Lame. (0)

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