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— My Cheating Heart —
I'm 34, married, but no kids, and a loving husband, but I love cheating on him with single young men. They love my fit tone body with my wide hips and full high 34DDs (yes my husband bought them). I go to the gym 6 times a week and love all the attention. It's just 18 year olds turn me on so much, especially if they're athletes with those tight bodies and big cocks. The only thing is I rarely let anyone but my husband fuck my pussy. I've probably let 20 different young college guys fuck my mouth tits and asshole. Extra points if they're black. Though I do break my rule and let any guy with a penis over 9 inches into my pussy. I then go home and tease my husband, saying i just let a young stud fill me with his cum, and he fucks my well screwed pussy, thinking I just used lube and a dildo.

I've even had sex with more than one young man at a time, one afternoon when my husband was a "boyfriend" of mine brought over 3 of his team mates, they fucked me until the next morning. I even had 3 dicks in me at once, it was awesome. One boy was black with a 10" cock, i told him if he has any friends as big as him they can come enjoy my pussy any time. I fucked those boys until they moved away, the black boy i still see sometimes.

#9629 — Comments (3) — 2/10/2011 at 10:50 PM — That's Juicy! (6) — That's Lame. (6)

— My Cheating Heart —
My wife's family has always been odd. Backwoods country with backwoods manners. I'm often surprised my wife is the result as she has always been polite and always presented herself as a lady. Her younger sister Liz, on the other hand, is every bit the expected result of her parents. Fun girl, but too experienced for her 16 years. Well too comfortable with saying "fuck".

Liz got herself into trouble back home and it was decided that she would live with my wife and I in another state. She craved physical attention and would often sit leaning against one of us. It wasn't uncommon for her to push me when walking past or tackle me when on the floor or sofa. My wife thought it was cute and funny that she was so attached to me and would encourage the playful banter.

The playfulness began to change somewhat, but it was never anything specific. When she rolled over on top of me, she would quietly stare. Again, nothing specific, but long enough to take notice. Her hands would wander a bit. Never inappropriate, but on places they've never been like my inner thighs and lower abdomen.

One night, she was being especially nice to me. I was laying face down on our bed talking to my wife sitting next to me. Liz was straddling my legs and massaging my upper back. This wasn't uncommon. In fact, it became fairly routine for her to give me a massage.

I was so deep into the massage and conversation that it took me a while a realize something. I could feel her on the back of one of my legs where she was straddling. I wasn't feeling the fabric of clothes, but bare skin under her short robe. I did my best to carry on the conversation, but all that was on my mind was her on my leg. I could clearly feel stubble from where she recently shaved. I tried to tell myself that she wasn't aware of what she was doing and tried to scoot forward to get myself out of that position, but she planted her weight on my leg to let me know she wasn't finished.

She released her weight and sat up a bit. I could feel the cool air on my now wet leg before she pressed down against me again. Not wanting my wife to know what was happening, I tried to put a stop of it, thanking her for the massage and saying how much better my back felt.

Being the playful girl she is, Liz said "You're welcome." Before smashing my face into the bed and slowly sliding down the back of my leg leaving a trail of her wetness. She then went off to her room leaving me in conversation with my wife and trying to figure out what just happened.

The next morning was just a normal day. As if nothing happened. My wife went to work and I drove Liz to school. I really expected her to mention something about the night before, but she was talking about everything but that. I tried to bring it up, but she pretended she didn't know what I was talking about. We arrived at her school before I could get her to talk about it.

The next few weeks at home were about the same. Nothing happened like before, but it was obvious something changed, but not really in a bad way. We were all getting along just as well as before.

One night, I was lying on my back in bed talking to my wife again. There was a huge pile of laundry next to me that my wife was folding. We were talking about her mother once again asking to borrow money.

Liz came in wearing her short robe. Her hair wet from her shower. She started to help my wife fold the clothes while adding to the conversation. Occasionally, stopping to throw a piece of clothing at my face which I did my best to ignore. After a few minutes of clothes piling on my head, I took the whole pile and tossed it at Liz.

She took that as a challenge and immediately jumped and straddled me. My wife jokingly told her not to hurt me which further instigated and she got rougher. She grabbed me by the wrists pushing all her weight against them. When she sat up it took her a moment to notice her robe opened just enough for me to see her cleavage all the way to her waist. My wife didn't see, but I certainly did. Liz caught me looking and laughed while closing and tying her robe.

I did my best to think about something else, but my mind was stuck on what I just saw and my dick began to swell. She again leaned forward pressing my wrists against the bed. Her face leaned in close and she just stared into my eyes. My wife was barely paying attention to us by then and was watching the news on TV.

Liz released her grip from my wrists and untucked her robe from behind her before sitting back down against me. I panicked from what I felt. My dick was now hard and found its way through the front of my boxer shorts. It was being pinned down by her naked pussy.

I began to struggle, but the more I struggled the harder she held me down. Throughout the struggle, she would discreetly slide her pussy up and down the length of my dick. I could feel her wetness growing and building on me. She continued to laugh and give the impression nothing was happening all the while wetly grinding against my exposed dick.

My wife glanced over a few times, added to the fire with a few comments before looking back at the TV. From her angle and blocked by the stack of unfolded clothes, she was unable to see what was happening.

Liz leaned over while still holding my wrists and pressed her face into my neck. She trailed her pussy down the length of my dick before sliding back up. She lifted up slightly positioning the head of my dick against the opening of her wet pussy and just left it there slowly moving in circles.

I tried to get her to release my wrists, but her grip held tight. I pressed my arms up against her to push her off, but the more I pushed, the more she pressed her pussy against the head of my dick. It was as if she wanted me to push into her first. I did my best to avoid that, but there is only so much I could take.

The head of my dick was just between her wet lips and she teased it with tiny movements. For a girl her age, she demonstrated incredible pussy control as she gently squeezed the tip of my cock with her pussy lips.

I couldn't stand it anymore and pressed my dick against her giving her just an inch. She bit into my neck as I felt her pussy pulsing and gripping me tighter.

She moved her face in front of mine and again we just stared. Without saying a word, we agreed that we weren't stopping. Her eyes remained locked to mine as I pushed up against her hands. As I pushed her sitting up, her eyebrows went up and her mouth slacked open as my entire length was pressed into her.

Neither one of us moved, but my dick twitched inside her and I could still feel her pussy squeezing in pulses. She was the first to break the silence by laughing out loud. I think it was nervous laughter, but I laughed with her.

Neither one of us thought this situation through and we were both too scared to move since my wife was there next to us. Neither of us wanted to stop, but neither of us knew what to do next. My wife unintentionally did us a favor by telling us she needed to go downstairs to get another load of laundry started and move clothes to the dryer. Telling us not to hurt each other as she left.

As soon as we heard her on the stairs, Liz began to fuck me with a passion and intensity I haven't felt since a teenager. We were both breathing so heavy, but trying to be so quiet so we can hear my wife coming up the stairs. My hips were slapping her ass with each upward thrust. We knew we didn't have much time as we both tried to rush our orgasms.

Liz began to shake, then her body stiffened as I felt her pussy began to tighten. Her breathing was forceful and she almost looked pained. After I was sure she finished, I began to take hard full strokes, pulling out just to the tip before thrusting deep into her.

I was telling myself that my wife would be back any second and I slowed my thrusting. When I heard her still downstairs in the laundry room, I resumed my deep stroking until I could feel my orgasm building. Again not thinking this through, I didn't know what to do with it. Liz sensing I was close made that decision for me and pressed all of her weight onto my dick as I erupted deep inside her.

Moments later, we heard the lid to the washing machine close. Liz threw her leg over me and I got my first look at her pussy. My dick was still buried in her and her lips were so pink and swollen.

My wife came in the bedroom just as I was coming out from the bathroom after cleaning myself.

That was a few weeks ago. We haven't done anything since and we never talked about it. The closest we've come to even acknowledging it was me asking her if I needed to apologize and her saying you only need to apologize for things you're sorry for.

#9625 — Comments (3) — 2/8/2011 at 12:38 PM — That's Juicy! (156) — That's Lame. (16)

— My Cheating Heart —
I really like my girlfriend, she's slutty in bed, asian, tightest pussy you've ever fucked, and cooks for me, but I still fuck other women. Half the time she's there with me but I "play" on my own as well, she knows, but not specifics. I'm fucking 4 other girls right now besides her, including her "cousin." They're not blood related, but she's asian too, kinda dumb, big fake tits and sucks dick 2nd to one girl i know, whom is married. That i'm also fucking.

Why am I complaining? Because I don't think I'll ever be able to settle for just one woman, not that it's a problem for her, but one day it might be.

The sick thing? I have my eyes on her little 18 year old sister too, she flirts with me, bends over in short skirts wearing g-strings, and rubs her hand over my package whenever she has to squeeze by in the hallway (she lives with us). My gf calls her a whore and tells her to stop trying to get me to fuck her, because she couldn't take my huge dick anyway (it is pretty big, and fat, but you don't care about that). Honestly, I'd fuck her in a heartbeat if I knew I could get away with it. That tight little pussy would be addicted to my dick after the first time I hit it, and I think she knows it. Yesterday she got up to take a dish to the kitchen, and dropped her napkin right inbetween my legs, so she'd have to bend over and get it. She bent at the knees and I could see right up her skirt, no panties at all this time. She was watching my eyes the whole time. She stood up with a bounce, winked at me, and practically skipped to the kitchen.

I'm going to fuck her.

#9603 — Comments (0) — 2/2/2011 at 3:11 PM — That's Juicy! (6) — That's Lame. (3)

— My Cheating Heart —
I have a serious problem on my hands... For a few years, my husband was unemployed, and he was the laziest person I'd ever met in my life. I was always having to come home from work and clean up his ridiculous messes, and all he ever did was spend my hard-earned money to buy video games rather than letting me use it to take care of us. Our bills were late, but that made no difference to him; he refused to go get a job because he thought he was too good for fast food.

After a while, I got up the nerve to leave him, and while I was preparing to do so, I ended up trolling for guys on the internet. I made the serious mistake of telling them all I was already divorced, and one of them expressed an interest in being with me, even if it was long-distance. I've been hiding my relationship with both from each other for almost 2 years.

The problem is that things have gotten better with my husband, so now I want to stay. My boyfriend told me recently that he's fallen in love with me, but I'm going to have to break his heart. How do I break it off with him without telling him everything? I know he'd tell my husband if I told him everything, and then I'd lose everything...
Any feedback at all would be nice; I have no dea what I'm doing here...

#9600 — Comments (6) — 2/2/2011 at 11:40 AM — That's Juicy! (5) — That's Lame. (2)

— My Cheating Heart —
I am a married woman I was away from home on business for an entire week. I was staying at the Delta and on the Friday night I was feeling lonely and went to the bar in the lobby.

I met this pharmaceutical sales guy and we seem to hit it off. We had a few rounds of drinks and near the end of the evening, I asked him if he would come up to my room for a night cap. I had never ever done this before and not sure what got into me.

The ride in the elevator was somewhat awkward but we eventually made it to my room and once we got in the room he grabbed me and kissed me. We then fell on the bed and slowly the clothe came off.

This guy was very good looking and single. I could tell he had not been with a woman for a long time and the sex lasted well into the night. It had been a long time since I had "hotel sex" although I felt guilty, this guy was scratching that itch and filling up that large void.

The sex was intense, sensual and playful. Just when I tought we were done and going to sleep, he would rise again and kiss my body endlessly until he was inside of me again.

We were in the shower at 3:00am and he was washing my back and my entire body. I could not remember the last time I had a shower that late or that exciting.

I slept in his arms and could feel his muscular chest and although I felt confused, I can't remember the last time I felt this safe or satisfied.

#9584 — Comments (0) — 1/28/2011 at 1:28 PM — That's Juicy! (36) — That's Lame. (3)

— My Cheating Heart —
I was in a department store looking for a new swimsuit as my girlfriend invited me to her parent's place for a swim. I wanted to make a good impression.

I'm a 28 year old guy, fairly tall and masculine. One of the sales guy was hanging around and trying to help me find some shorts. He was much younger and seemed gay. The place was totally deserted and quiet.

I went into the changerooms and tried a few pairs on; I would go out of the changeroom and that sales guy was there again checking it all out and rating my butt in one pair or the other. I just played along.

He then handed me a few speedos and asked me if I would try one on. I never ever wore one and always been curious about trying one on so I thought why not. This was all harmless and light and fun !

I slipped on a red speedo and took off my shirt and came out of the changeroom quite proud of my ass and bulge. It was a good laugh and the sales guy was actually blushing.

He then told me to try on the small yellow one...we both laughed. I just went back in the cabin and left the door opened and removed the red speedo and slip the yellow one on. He was checking me out totally naked and I was noticing that my cock was twitching and was getting bigger.

The yellow speedo was tiny and tight and it was not doing a good job at containing my cock; or at least hiding my semi-hard on. I had to re-adjust the crotch a few times and that got the young sales guy laughing and peeking. I just stepped back in the cabin with the door opened and slipped off the yellow speedo - it was wayyyy too tight.

I was just standing there stark buck naked and I noticed the sales guy was checking me out in the mirror. I did what every guy does and began flexing my muscles in the mirror hoping to get more laugh. The sales guy then snuck into the cabin and closed the door.

He got on his knees and before I could even react, he had my cock in his mouth. I had never received a blowjob from a guy and he was good. I just closed my eyes and leaned against the back wall and enjoyed his hot and wet mouth.

At one point, I could feel my cock pulsing and I told him I was about to cum but he just kept going and going and going and then I felt myself cumming really hard in his mouth.

He then got up and smiled and now I was blushing !!

#9541 — Comments (4) — 1/18/2011 at 9:34 PM — That's Juicy! (22) — That's Lame. (3)

— My Cheating Heart —
7 months ago I met my brother's ex-wife, I said met because he moved out of state so I never really met her, from day one we start flirting, kissing and then sex. I feel guilt for my brother but I don't think is my fault, he left her so why should I be feeling this way. We have been seeing often and we want to get together. Damn she is so fucking good, sorry bro.

#9534 — Comments (0) — 1/15/2011 at 5:42 PM — That's Juicy! (1) — That's Lame. (0)

— My Cheating Heart —
I`m a 28 year old straight guy with a girlfriend and one night, I slept with a buddy of mine. We were totally drunk and although some of the episode is somewhat fuzzy, I do remember tasting his cock and I also remember my buddy fucking me doggy style and then missionary style. The sex was raw and a bit rough.

The next morning, I woke up hungover, with the Vaseline hand-cream next to me on the bed table and a soar butt. When I stood up from my bed, cum came dripping down my ass and along my leg. I faintly remember my buddy cuming deep inside of me and this all of a sudden scared me.

That week I went to the clinic and got tested and thank god it was all good. I spoke to my buddy and he told me he had pulled out...NOT !

I never told anyone about my wild crazy evening.

#9516 — Comments (1) — 1/9/2011 at 10:45 PM — That's Juicy! (12) — That's Lame. (1)

— My Cheating Heart —
I was seeing this really cute guy who I thought was perfect for me. We hit it off in every way possible and he was even excited for me to meet his friends. That is... until I heard about Derek. Tall, dark and handsome, the ladies man through and through. I`m usually good at resisting temptation but this time it was something else entirely. I had gotten my hair done that morning and while we were all out on our way home, it started to rain and I freaked out. My boy kept his coat on but Derek took off his $600 jacked and let me wear it for the hood the whole way home. I think he knew he had me wrapped around his finger. We all started drinking at home, but Derek wanted to explore the city, so I took him to a neat lounge a few doors down and we had a few too many. We traveled the city all night partying and drinking and got back at 4am. I came out from cleaning up and Derek immediately took my face in his hands and gave me the most passionate kiss I could have asked for. My boy was in the next room but by that time, neither of us cared. We went at it like animals for almost 2 hours, making a mess of the futon and each other. When everyone woke up in the morning they had no idea what happened, and we blamed the marks I left on a random girl at one of the clubs. I don`t think I`ll ever see Derek again, but I`ll never forget that steamy night!

#9496 — Comments (0) — 1/3/2011 at 11:53 PM — That's Juicy! (6) — That's Lame. (0)

— My Cheating Heart —
My name is Ann. I'm 23 years old, married to Michael, who is sometimes the most wonderful man in the world and at other times the bane of my existence. On his good days, he's caring, loving, supportive, and a great father to our 3-year-old son. However, on any day that he works or simply isn't feeling well, he's verbally abusive, condescending, lazy, and treats me like I'm a slave.

The sex has never been good, and he has to be drunk for me to get more than 5 minutes out of him. The only times I've had an orgasm with him are on the few occasions that he's bothered with foreplay. He fully expects me to blow him at least once every couple of days, lest he outright accuse me of cheating on him, but it's been at least six months since the last time he's returned the favor.

I've been married for almost 5 years, and I no longer am attracted to him. I work full-time (sometimes overtime) from home, making almost 6 figures a year working for a multi-national corporation while watching our son, and at 28 years old, he works part-time at a video store. He has no drive to better himself or to improve his work situation. He doesn't help out at home, either. If he's home, he's either playing with our son (which is fine) or falling asleep on the couch or watching TV. I could have worked a 10- or 12-hour shift, but it doesn't matter. If the house isn't spic and span when he comes home, I'm "lazy." It doesn't matter to him that I pay our bills and take care of our son all day, much less do everything else that needs to be done. I've been very stressed lately and gained about 15 pounds, and he incessantly pokes at me, telling me that I'm fat, and saying that if he had known I was going to let myself go so badly, he wouldn't have bothered with me. To give you an idea, I'm 5'4" and with the extra weight, weigh about 145. I still have a rather shapely figure, (my measurements are 34, 28, 38) and despite having a child, my C-cups are still quite perky.

Lately, I've been having fantasies about him coming home from work to me fucking one of my co-workers or our neighbor on the living room couch, or maybe even in our bed, just to add the extra sting. I want him to value me again, to appreciate me, to understand that he's not the only man in the world and that I can do better, and I don't think he's going to realize any of that through talking or through any of the socially acceptable venues. I would have done it already were it not for our son. I don't want out. I want him to realize how good he's got it and to man up when it comes to trying to make me happy as well. If I have to cheat to get him to see that, I'm more than willing.

#9485 — Comments (4) — 12/31/2010 at 6:55 PM — That's Juicy! (8) — That's Lame. (0)

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