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My Cheating Heart
Infidelity. Cheating. It can weigh you down. If you've been unfaithful to a boyfriend, girlfriend, or spouse, you should know that confession is good for the soul.

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  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Female / 25

    It was one of those parties people used to have.
    No agenda, not many people. Enough booze to get pretty wasted.

    Brandon was my boyfriend. Jordan was his best friend. Jordan's parents were away.

    Jordan lived way out of the city. It was May. It was a train ride there, and the trains ran every hour. At the end of the train ride, there was a lazy half-hour walk to Jordan house. We - Brandon and I - did the walk holding hands. A couple of his friends were there too, walking with us. In my memory you could hear crickets, and see lens-flares.

    We were sweating a little when we arrived. Jordan lived in a beautiful, home: faux red brick and double-glazed windows. Indoors it was cool. I was wearing a short blue and white striped dress, and I could feel the leather of the sofa on my thighs when I sat down.

    We but the booze weâd brought in the freezer, and Jordan handed us some beers from the fridge. I was too young to like beer then. We cut a lime and stuck wedges in the top of each bottle, which helped. I drank mine fast, and got light-headed.

    I was super slim at eighteen. Now - seven years later - my thighs and breasts have filled out a little, but then I was stick-thin. The alcohol hit me fast.

    Everyone had arrived by then: eight of us in total. The evening was unremarkable: we got wasted. I moved around the group, often talking to or making out with Brandon but just as often spending time around Jordan

    Brandon , my boyfriend, was 6â1, and thin. Jordan was a little shorter: closer to my 5â11 It was trendy for boys to be thin then, and both of them were. However, while Brandon still looked like a boy, Jordansâ shoulders were wider set. You could see the outline of the muscles in his upper body when he lifted his arm to push his hair away from his face.

    Jordan and I had known each other a little while, but this was the first time weâd spent real time together. I felt myself wanting to be standing near him. His body - his smell - were so masculine, and different from anything Iâd seen before. The differences were subtle, but he was so unlike Brandon. From his cheekbones, to his pronounced nose, to his collarbones, to the slice of skin that was exposed when his t shirt bunched up.

    I found myself standing close to him; laughing at his jokes. Mirroring his body movements: pushing my hair from my face to look up into his.

    We got really wasted. Some people were picked up by their parents. Some passed out on the sofas. Jordan, and Brandon and I - as the mood slowed down - went upstairs to Jordansâ bedroom. He had a projector above his bed. Jordan sat down, and opened his laptop, to send video to the projector. I jumped onto the bed so Iâd be between both boys.

    âWe can all sleep here,â I said.

    Jordan asked what we should watch, and Brandon said âPorn.â He said it so aggressively, as if he was trying to assert himself and show off to Jordan. As if it was a really funny thing to say.

    Jordan laughed embarrassedly, and typed in the address of YouPorn.

    Jordan s nervous laugh was totally endearing. He might even have been blushing slightly, but Brandon had turned off the light, and climbed into bed beside me, so I couldnât tell: the only light was from the projector.

    We took it in turns to choose videos. I felt Brandons hand on my leg, and then on the outside of my underwear, rubbing, too hard and clumsy. I hated that I was wet from it.

    I donât know what happened for me to take my dress off, but I did. I think I was showing them how superior small nipples are to big nipples: my nipples are tiny and cute. Iâm proud of them.

    What I do remember is that I squeezed my breasts together, and looked up, and caught Jordans eye. We held each otherâs gaze for slightly too long, then I pulled away. I blew a kiss at Brandon and got back under the covers. Jordan got up then, to go to the bathroom.

    âTouch him,â Said Brandon He was whispering loud and drunk in my ear. âWhen he comes back. I want us to both fuck you.â

    I donât remember what I said, but I remember I agreed. Jordan came back and put on another video. He got under the covers, too. I felt Peter nudge me.

    At the time, I felt super smooth, but I bet I was really clumsy. I let my hand fall on Jordansâ jeans, and then slide down to his crotch. He moved away slightly but didnât stop me. I moved further, found the outline of his penis. Brandon grabbed my other hand and put it on his crotch. I let it rest there.

    I massaged Jordansâ penis for a little while, then unbuttoned his jeans. He didnât know Brandon had asked me to do this. He was looking straight ahead, maybe a little frightened.

    I moved Jordansâ boxer shorts, and felt his penis spring out. Just from the feel of it in my hand, I could tell it was big: bigger than Brandons. I moved it slowly in my hand, breathing heavily, intentionally.

    This went on for a little while, until Brandon stood and went to the bathroom. Jordan turned to me then.

    âYou need to stop,â He said. I had moved my hand away when Brandon left the room. I turned to him. âThis isnât right.â I told him I wanted him. He said we needed to wait til Brandon fell asleep. I agreed.

    Jordan went downstairs to get more alcohol. Brandon asked me what had happened. I told him I had my hand on his crotch, which wasnât a lie.

    Jordan returned with the alcohol, which we let Brandon drink. Weâd turned off the porn now. We were listening to music. We both lay there waiting. I lay on my back, between them, hands visible. Brandon tried to touch my pussy for a while, but I kept my legs together, and he eventually stopped trying, and fell asleep.

    Once I knew he was asleep, I stood up, and walked towards the doorway. In the doorway, I turned, and looked at Jordan, who was still awake.

    I closed the door and waited in the hallway for a moment. I heard footsteps, then Jordan opened the door. He closed it again, then said âin hereâ, and led me into another room.

    It was a spare room, with a desk, a bookcase, and a single bed. He didnât turn on the light. I stood, looking at him, for a moment. I only had my underwear on.

    He moved towards me, and we kissed for the first time. He felt so different to Brandon. he was strong, and sensitive. I pushed up against him, and he stood firm, but didnât push back.

    We kissed for a while, standing. He took his shirt off. I knelt down.

    His penis was huge: Iâm twenty five now, and maybe have never had another this big. I was shy, and took the head in my mouth. I looked up at him. He was looking down, with a kind of animal lust Iâve never seen before.

    I used my hand and my mouth together for a while. He was grunting. Eventually, he started to thrust into my mouth. I put my hand on his abs, and let him fuck my mouth. This went on for a few minutes, until he pulled away.

    Without saying anything, I stood up, and sat on the single bed. I opened my legs, wide. Usually I need someone to go down on me a little before penetration, but this time I knew I was wet enough.

    He squatted slightly, and pushed himself into me. I had to breathe in, fast. He filled me up. I donât think Iâve ever felt anything like that feeling. Full of hormones, super fertile, super attracted. I kept inhaling his scent. I wanted to drink his sweat.

    He went slow at first, until I asked him to go harder. I donât know how long we fucked like that. Long, deep, fast strokes. I felt every centimetre of him. I propped myself up so I could kiss him. He placed his hand on his face and kissed me. I moved his hand down to my neck, and pushed into him. He pushed back hard, pinning my neck to the bed, restricting my breathing.

    I wasnât on birth control, and he wasnât wearing a condom. He told me he was going to cum soon. This was stupid, but I needed him then. I wrapped my legs around him and started thrusting my hips towards his. We kept going like that for maybe a minute, then he came inside me.

    I kissed him again, and we left the room silently.

    My bf was passed out drunk in the middle of the bed when I got in. Jordan was lying next to him, pretending to be asleep.

    The morning we woke up, and it was pretty awkward, and we all went home. I fantasised about it for years after. My bf never found out.

    I broke up with Brandon soon after. Jordan and I never fucked again, and we never really saw each other much. Sometimes I think about looking him up on Facebook, but never do. Life gets in the way. I hope you enjoyed this; Iâve got a few more stories if you did. Message me with any constructive criticism, or just to say hi! Iâll really appreciate it.

    #46211 — Comments (5) — Mar 10, 2020 at 4:08 AM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove It.
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Female / 33

    Out on one of my regular morning runs, I tripped and hurt my ankle. I was on a trail I sometimes use and knew I'd be lucky to see anyone out that early.

    Trying to hop as best I could, I heard a voice from behind and turned to see an older man I knew lived nearby our home. He offered to help me limp back, but it was soon clear my injury was worse than I first thought.

    Picking me up as if I was nothing, the tall athletically built muscular nearby married neighbor, I'll not name, carried me down the trail.

    As we made our way down, his right hand moved closer and closer to my ass, then round with his fingers to my pussy.
    I knew he knew that he was feeling my sex, yet I didn't stop him and it only encouraged him further to massage my pussy through my jogging bottoms.

    After a couple more minutes of his attentions to my sex, I couldn't hold off the rising feelings he was giving me and asked him to put me down. At first I guess he thought I was going to protest, yet instead as I lowered my bottoms to reveal I never wear underwear when running, he lowered his shorts.

    Without protection, I bent forwards leaning onto an outcropping of rock and let him slide his cock up me from behind. It was a spontaneous fuck and one which made me orgasm twice in quick succession. He really went at it and I could feel his cock pulsing in my pussy. Then all of sudden he thrust into me much harder and I felt his cum explode deep inside of me.

    I was about to turn around and pull up my jogging bottoms, but before I could, he told me I'd get messy with his cum. Pulling my ass cheeks apart, I felt him put his face to my sex and begin to lick out the cum he'd just spurted up my vagina.

    I climaxed again as he lapped away on my pussy and clit and felt him easing fingers into my sex from behind. Shaking from my orgasm, he pulled up my bottoms for me and then I turned to let him pick me up again. Only when he lifted me, he kissed me at the same time.

    We were still kissing when I heard someone pass us, running along the same trail I'd been earlier.
    Back at home, I felt guilty about what I'd allowed to happen, but super excited also about the wonderful sex. My husband came home at lunch time and took me to the medical center where I was treated.

    I had to take a fortnight off work until I was able to walk freely again. And in that time with the number given to me from our local neighbor, I made sure my recovery was looked after each morning, after my husband drove off to work. The sex each time was such a horny quick way of reaching orgasm, I actually missed the instant nature of being fucked like a slut when I returned to work.

    I did see the neighbor a few more times afterwards, but by then the person who now have amazing sex with outside of my marriage, was fucking me.

    He's the young teenager who passed us that morning as we kissed on the trail. He saw me trying to get into my car a week after I'd tripped. He helped me somewhat and let me know he'd seen me kissing another man, cheating on my husband.

    Instead of attending my appointment that morning, I sucked off a eighteen year old guy who lives opposite our home. It was his awesome cock and him living literally a minute away, that persuaded me even to this day, to enjoy his youthful body and very large penis.

    #46202 — Comments (0) — Mar 9, 2020 at 6:11 AM — That's Juicy! (20) Remove It.
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Male / 32

    This is a question more than a confession.

    Is it considered cheating if you are married and look at porn magazines and websites with someone who is not your spouse and married too?

    Nothing has physically sexually happened between us. The closest thing that may be considered sexual has been seeing each other in some skimpy swimwear on a few occasions.

    #46170 — Comments (6) — Mar 7, 2020 at 7:58 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Male / 47

    I love checking out female students in my school. Every day, every fashion trend, and every season has its own joys. There are some girls who stand out--Natalia with her Russian good looks, slim body, and amazing ass. CoCo with her colorful clinging yoga pants and full breasts. Young Lila with her nubile breasts just filling out. Olivia who (word has it) sucks like a champ and loves to ride cocks in her car at the beach.

    Many nights these girls haunt my fantasies. If I could get away with it, I would fuck any one of them!

    #46151 — Comments (0) — Mar 5, 2020 at 9:22 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove It.
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 29

    Iâve taken to edging on Friday mornings and plugging my ass. Heâs really enjoying fucking my ass. Hoping I can talk him into a second man at some point. I digress sorry that thought is so hot for me.
    Well Iâd been edging as I said and finally gave into finishing off. On my knees face down ass up fingering my clit with one hand and playing with my big glass plug. As I was reaching my second climax I felt a stiff cock start sliding into my slick hole.
    I was reeling brain was swimming and I was cumming again. He was pumping in time with the music. My husband worked till 7 it was on three last time I looked. I started to move and my partner twisted my arm behind my back stopping me from moving.
    He started talking dirty and it only made it hotter. Then I recognized his voice! It was my brother in law balls deep!
    I started wiggling to get free and his grip got tighter and words got dirtier! Squirting he fucked me harder my plug popped out. Barely missing a beat he slammed into my asshole! I was writhing and screaming his name, fingering my clit.
    The betrayal made it hotter. My sisters husband deep in my ass. My husband at work being amazing and me cumming on or for another cock. Fuck my sister has been hogging an amazing cock and I was stealing it... kinda. He finally came and I was wasted. He patted my ass and just walked out.
    Hubby got home and ducked his world up.

    The next week at the same time I was in the same position and he didnât disappoint. They are staying with us so to some lay offs.
    As much as itâs wrong our partners are benefiting. They get fucked harder and more often then they have in a long time. Hubby commented on me being sluttier and sexier lately even sucked his dick at the theater and outside the club recently.
    So Iâm hoping we can step it up sooner rather than later.

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  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Male / 26

    My girlfriend went to a bachelorette party in Vegas two weeks ago and I have heard a few rumors since she has gotten back that a few of the women in the party messed around with some male strippers. Not sure if it was my girlfriend but just wondering how frequent this happens or any experiences with male strippers from women or men who found out

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  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Female / 34

    My husband and I went on vacation down in the Florida keys this past summer while my mother watched our two kids. It was the first time we had gone on a trip together in 3 years and much needed.
    One of the days my husband decided to go golfing and I was happy to sit on the beach and relax. We were staying in a villa on a very private beach. Most of the time there were no other guests around so I felt comfortable wearing a more revealing bikini with a small thong bikini bottom.

    After spending the morning out by the ocean I went back to our villa for lunch and one of the workers stopped me and asked if I was in the mood for a nice massage. He was a younger black guy with a Jamaican accent. He said a lot of the guest enjoy in room massages for total relaxation so I figured why not and my husband was going to be gone until later in the evening. I have had massages before in my hotel room. All were professional.

    About 30 minutes later he came to my villa with a massage table and some oils and set it up in the bedroom and dimmed the lights. I got naked and covered myself with the towel before he came back in the room.

    The massage started off normal and he worked my entire back legs and butt for a good 30 minutes. I honestly fell asleep. When I went to flip over I noticed he had removed his shirt and pants and was only wearing a small speedo type bathing suit that showed off his very very large dick quite prominently. He looked like he was half hard.

    He then completely removed my towel and started to work my front side grazing my pussy as he massaged me. I should have stopped him but it felt amazing and I was incredibly horny. I reached over and grabbed his cock and then he started to really work my pussy with his fingers. I had a massive organs on the massage table. I probably should have stopped him after that but he had an amazing body and I was very curious to have his big dick

    He picked me up and carried me to the bed where he go on top of me and fully penetrated me. He was gentle at first so I could get used to his size but when he could tell I was getting close to orgasm he picked up the pace and pounded me hard and fast with his big dick. I had 3 orgasms while he fucked me missionary and I loved rubbing my hands all over his back and ass as he fucked me.

    After my third orgasm I was starting to get sore and I told him to cum. He pulled out and I swallowed every last drop of his seed to thank him for an amazing time.

    I did feel guilty after but it was just a one time thing and it will stay that way. My husband has no clue and def enjoyed how sex crazed I was the rest of the trip.

    #46138 — Comments (5) — Mar 4, 2020 at 1:59 PM — That's Juicy! (21) Remove It.
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Lesbian Female / 32

    I am a lesbian, married for a year that moved into the suburbs, a condition my father gave us before buying us a house as a wedding gift. Life is very quiet surrounded by couples with children, and a few original owners who are now retired. Our next door neighbor is one of those men, a younger widower.

    When I told him my wife was not my sister, she was my wife and we slept in the same bed, and why at that moment I told him that like all newly weds we made love all night long. The man corrected me, only a man and woman can make love, so not to use that expression. I am a young 32 and he is a nice man in his late sixties, he really is a nice man, just confused and uneducated. In any event I asked him what made him think two women could not make love. His answer was immediate, no dick. Well I agreed we did not have a dick.


    I made a connection with him, and I adopted him, making sure he got a hot meal every day, I showed him that nice lesbian girls knew how to keep house, and if he let me I would clean for him and keep up with his needs. I have a need to clean, growing up with my mother. My wife traveled a bit, and she was invited to go on a two week trip to Europe with her company, a tour of several countries on a business development excursion. She asked our neighbor to look after me.

    I slept over at his house, I slept with him, and maybe prohibited sex influenced the experience and he certainly had no problem teaching a young lesbian girl the pleasures of the flesh with him. To my surprise I enjoyed my time with him. There is a thing about dick, but I always knew that I had just never experienced it. My wife was told on her return, she had experience with men and she frowned but not much more than that.

    Our neighbor is our man friend, and in return we are his woman friends. From time to time I spend the night with him, I discover more about myself when I enjoy making love with him, he reminds me that with him I do make love. Who am I to question him, It's enough that he makes love to me.

    #46121 — Comments (0) — Mar 2, 2020 at 8:55 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove It.
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 48

    In my very early teen years I messed around with a boy that lived next door. I was the younger of the two and he introduced me to jerking his dick and sucking him. That's what we did. We went up into the attic of his house, there was a corner there that had flooring for storage and I would suck his dick.

    I grew up, did well enough in school and college, got a good job, rose up through the ranks, and made a name for myself in the company. I married a woman who I met through work, also a professional and we had a two income home in a nice neighborhood with two kids, a boy and a girl, a nanny for the kids. My wife is the girl next door, grew up the daughter of a doctor and she is accustomed to living well. We have a nice home, sex is moderate, always planned and never spontaneous. My wife has never been one to be seen in the nude, she will take off her panties in bed but not her nightgown and sex is missionary and the most she will do is grab my dick. I have gone down on her two times in our twenty three year marriage.

    At work we hired a man to run our supply chain. Nice guy, mid fifties, black man with twenty five years experience and it was obvious he knew his business pretty soon after he came to work. I took to him, he reported to me but I spent a lot of time in his office. He lived alone in a nice town home and talking to him one day he said if I wanted I could come by and he would show me the place. The place was nice, expensive but not excessively so, it was a bachelor pad, big TV, bar and he told me he liked to entertain. We went out on the deck in the backyard and he had fixed it up for entertaining. He put his arm around my shoulders, it was an intimate hug, he whispered in my ear that he was a 'cock man' and before I knew what was happening he whispered to me that he felt very strongly about me, not to take offense and he kissed me. It was a warm kiss.

    We went back into his house and he offered me a glass of wine, I was on the stool at the island and he came around and put his hand on mine and looked in my eyes and he told me he loved me and he leaned over and kissed me again. He took me by the hand and sat me on the sofa and he told me to be easy and he took my dick out of my pants and he started to suck on my dick and as I got hard he started to use his hand to massage me until I had to ejaculate. With his mouth still wet with cum he pushed me onto the sofa and french kissed me. He told me he loved me again and asked me to go upstairs with me.

    In his bedroom he got undressed first, turned the bed down, got out some condoms, some lubricant, told me we were going to have gay sex and he knew I was going to enjoy it. He helped me get undressed and get on the bed and he sucked my dick again, then knelt beside my head and offered me his dick, a great big black snake of a dick, he asked me if I had ever sucked a black dick before and I told him I had only sucked a white dick back when I was a kid. His dick was big, mostly I guess because I had never seen a dick that close to my face, his dick against my lips caused me to open them and I sucked on his dick, the taste of his dick, the feel of his dick against my tongue, his strong hips pushing my head deep into the pillow, he was shoving and pushing his hips hard and I lost his dick out of my mouth a couple of times.

    He took the lubricant and he lubricated me up, he asked if I had ever been fucked and I told him I hadn't. He told me to relax it was going to feel good in a way that I could only imagine and not to be scared of his dick, he was going to go easy. I laid on my back and he held my legs up and slowly he inserted his dick in me with a great big smile on his face, when he was completely in he told me he loved me again and he wanted to show me just how much he loved me and he fucked me.

    My wife doesn't know about my extramarital affair. At work we keep things professional and we get together when we can, at his home, where we make out and fuck. His dick is too big for me to swallow it whole, I hold it in one fist and suck it hard but I can't make him cum, he cums by fucking me which I like. Sometimes he jerks me off before fucking me and other times he jerks me off after her fucks me, he sucks my dick a lot, he can get my dick in his mouth and he sucks it from balls up with a strong tongue which makes me cum, my little white dick in his big black mouth, his big black dick in my little white ass, I think it's funny.

    #46108 — Comments (1) — Mar 1, 2020 at 9:08 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
  • — My Cheating Heart —
    Straight Male / 53

    About twenty years ago my wife and I moved to a country in Southern Africa. I retired just after our move, so from then on I was home a lot. In Africa there are always women wanting jobs as maids. When I was sixty we got a new maid, called Lizzie. I noticed that she was obviously a bit nervous - she was 18 and it was her first job, so I used to be friendly to her and make sure she had food. I saw that she obviously liked me, and one day I took a chance and kissed her. She kissed me back enthusiastically, and a few days later when my wife was out shopping I gave the other maid something to do at the other end of the house and took Lizzie into my bedroom. I got her clothes off and fucked her - she had a spectacular orgasm.
    This went on for a couple of weeks - sometimes we'd be in such a hurry I would even forget to lock the bedroom door. This went on for a couple of years, but it turned out that the reason she'd come to work for us was due to row with her just-married husband, and after a year or two he persuaded her to go back to him. There were a couple more quarrels with him, and after each one she'd come back to work for us until the next reconciliation, and each time she did she was happy to let me fuck her whenever I needed to. However eventually she went back to him permanently.
    After she'd gone we employed another, also 18. I told this one outright I'd like to fuck her, and she hesitated, but then agreed as the relationship she was in was not going anywhere. She was great in bed, with beautiful little tits like half gr**efruits, but she wasn't much of a maid, so my wife let her go. Then when I was 67 she employed another girl, someone we'd known since she was fourteen. She was 20 when she came to work for us, and wanted money to go to college. Ever since she was sixteen she'd been really attractive, so again, like the second one I told her outright I'd like her to be my girlfriend - and to my delight she agreed.
    However she was a virgin - her family are quite religious. So it wasn't a question of straight down to business like the other two. For a start we only had Saturday mornings, when my wife would go shopping and the the other maid had her day off. So it was like being a teenager again - first just kissing, then feeling her up, then sticking my hands under her clothes,then getting her clothes off. This went on for just over three months. Every time I went a bit further she'd stop me and say "Next time!" I never pushed her - I could bide my time, as I was still having sex with my wife of course. Finally, not long after she turned 21, the "next time" was for sex, and she went through with it and gave me her virginity without a murmur. Afterwards I said "Thank you Minnie" and she politely replied 'You're welcome!"
    Of course eventually she went off to college, which made it a bit harder, but after a couple of breaks we resumed our Saturday routine. She comes here while wife is shopping. We kiss like two teenagers, and I feel her up. Then I take her dress off, and release her little titties and fondle her beautiful little black bum, and finger her pussy, now growing damp. Then we lie of the bed and make out a bit more, then she turns on her stomach and I pull her panties down over the most beautiful little black ass, stroke it, maybe give her a playful spank or two, then roll her on her back. She likes to remove her panties herself. I keep telling myself I'm going to fuck her from behind one day, or let her be on top, but once that pretty little pussy appears I'm lost, and I just have to try to fuck her as slowly as possible to make it last. There's a slight conflict there as she loves to be heavily banged, but if I do that I know I'll cum in three minutes. I've been fucking her for six years now. She has no conversation, and I really do love my wife, but I seem to be addicted to her. I keep telling myself to let her drop, but somehow I just can't.

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