I only fuck married women. It's an addiction, I guess. I mean, I know it's fucked up, but
there's just something about burying my face in the horny pussy of some guy's wife. Oh,
that is so fucking hot. I can't help myself. I've never really had a type, but as long
as there's a ring on her finger, she's their game to me. And I'll start fantasizing as
soon as I see it. What does she like in bed? Does she fantasize about pussy? Does she imagine
a woman's tongue while her husband is going down on her? How would my pussy look hovering
just over her lips? What does her pussy taste like? Could I make her come all over my face?
Does she come easily or is she going to make me work for it? Does she make a mess, gush
or squirt all over the place? Or are her orgasms more controlled? How tight is she? Will she
squeal when I start to stretch her out with my fingers? And so on. And she like, will
I have to take it slow? Or does she like it rough? What's her favorite position? Which
one makes her come the hardest? Does she like to be spanked? How about having her hair pulled
and a hand wrapped around her throat? Does she do anal? Maybe not with her husband, but
for me? Just this once. How is she going to look when we're all fucked out and I'm just
finished with her? When her makeup is ruined, her pussy is sore, and she's all coated with
my pussy juice, her face, her tits, her tummy. With my saliva dripping from her cunt. Yeah.
Fuck. My first time was with one of my neighbors. She was moving in and struggling to manage
all the furniture boxes, movers and her two year old all at the same time. Hubby had disappeared
off, I don't know, somewhere, leaving her to take care of everything by herself. Yeah,
I honestly didn't intend to fuck her. I didn't plan it. I was just being kind, neighborly.
Sure. I checked her out while I was saying hi and volunteering to help. She was, she
was cute. Pretty face, gorgeous tits, kissable lips and cut her ass in jeans. Every girl
notices stuff like that, of course. It's in her nature. It's like breathing. We're not
even consciously aware that we're doing it most of the time, but sleeping with her, it
just kind of happened. We spent all day together moving in their things, clearing space, clearing
up, moving some of the bigger pieces of furniture where they needed to be. Movers were no fucking
help at all. Her daughter was acting up, so I lent a hand. Two of us, you know, we ended
up chatting, laughing, getting along like old friends the entire time. There was a little
bit of flirting, yeah, but nothing over the top, just some banter, you know? The kind
of stuff that happens when you're in close proximity, bumping into each other, hot and
sweaty. Anyway, we'd done as much as we could for one day, finished setting up their double
beds so that she could at least get a decent night's sleep instead of just throwing the
mattress on the floor. She put her daughter to bed. We'd both had time to shower in the
effort to pick up some takeout food. There's this great place that I wanted to introduce
her to down the street, but I kissed her. I kissed her as soon as I was through the door.
It was just like a reflex. I just saw her standing there, tired, wet hair, no makeup,
in her little sleep shorts and her tank top, her nipples poking through the material, and
I just did it. I just did it, and she kissed me back. Yeah, and we made it as far as a
sofa before I'd gotten her tank top off, my mouth on her tits and my hands on her ass
pulling me into my lap. She was grinding herself against my thigh and rubbing my pussy through
my jeans in no time. It did not take her long to get me out of them and place her hand on
my pussy, rubbing every so gently. Of course, I found her pussy pretty quick, too. I slipped
a hand into her shorts and I rubbed her clit, and then I worked my middle finger into her,
and oh my god, she was so fucking wet. Yeah, I ended up eating her out, grinding my pussy
all over hers on that sofa, coming all over her as she dug her heels into my ass and came
all over my cunt. She had to bite my shoulder to avoid waking her daughter. After that,
we ate, totally normal, chatting and watching some crap on the TV as though nothing had
happened. And then she asked me to help her christen the bed, too. Oh, that night, I still
remember her licking her way up to my clit and pulling her mouth off me so she could
answer her phone when her husband called to say goodnight. She's still got her hand on
my pussy though. Her wedding rings slathered in her saliva and my pussy juice while she
was rubbing me. You know, she mentioned my name a few times, telling him how helpful
I'd been, catching him up on what we'd managed to get done. My pussy throbbed and pulsed
each time. And she just smiled and rubbed me faster. It was a long call. So I ended
up rolling onto her front across the mattress, slipping a pillow under her hips and burying
my tongue in her cunt as he was apologizing again for not being there. She did a good
job passing out from moan as he yawned. She was so wet, pushing against my mouth every
time I slid my tongue in and out of her, slow and deep, her pussy clenching each time my
tongue wandered and found her rock-hard little clit. We were both so turned on, stifling
moans, holding back right on the edge, and she ended up coming almost as soon as she
said I love you and he'd ended the call. Yeah, and I ate her pussy for a second time
not long after, making sure to finger fuck her through her orgasms. Yeah, it was some
of the most exciting sex I'd ever had, not necessarily the most adventurous, but that
whole situation with him on the phone, yeah, that was just, what was something else? It
was actually a little awkward when I finally got to meet him. I kinda felt bad for the
guy when he brought a bottle of wine around to say thanks for helping out. He was nice
enough and they even hung out a few times. I always had a good chat whenever I saw him.
Still, I mean, I got over the awkwardness pretty quick, fucking his wife in their bed
again a couple days later, after I bumped into her collecting their mail. Then I found
out later it wasn't the first time she'd cheated on him. There'd been some guy for
a few months before they were married and a drunk and quickie with another guy from
work after that. She'd been faithful since then, but she was bored. We hooked up once
or twice a week for the next couple of years. I even spent the night sometimes when her
husband was away. They ended up moving somewhere bigger when she got pregnant with her second,
and we only met a few times after that. Before the baby was born, a couple of afternoons
at their new place, a few quickies after work, and a weekend in the hotel room while she
was supposed to be visiting her sister. She ended it soon after. It was kind of the perfect
way to say goodbye, no worries, no hurt feelings, just two days spent naked fucking sucking
cumming brains out while their husband was at home looking after their daughter. Yeah,
she was the one. She taught me that no pussy feels as good as married pussy, and after
hers, I've never wanted any other kind. Business women. Business women. The professional types
are the easiest. Away from home for work, no kids nearby to worry about to ruin our
plans or walk in on us. Right as mommy's about to come all over my face, or with me
about to come in her hand while she's kissing me, no chance of hubby getting home early
to find his wife's head buried between my thighs, or two of us upstairs in their bed
with our legs over my shoulders, or her tits in my face, no friends, nosy neighbors, no
reguanzas who might spot her flirting with another woman, notice her inviting her back
to her hotel room, or over here getting pleasured all night long. It's almost as if a different
set of rules apply when they're traveling. It's okay for them to screw around, eat some
pussy or take a strap on, because there's no consequences. They know that it's going
to be casual or a one-time thing. Hubby will never find out about us, so no one gets hurt.
Yeah, indulge in her wildest fantasies. They're not really doing anything wrong. They cheat
with me. They can do it. Distress after a difficult meeting, celebrate after signing
a new client, or just have some fun in between flights by letting them fuck me like they've
always fantasized about. They can come all over my hands, my face, my pussy, my fingers,
as often as they like, and their husbands will never know. I think when they've been
married long enough, they really, really want to try out some pussy. Sure, sure, most of
them try to persuade themselves that they don't, that their hubby will be enough for
them for the rest of their lives. But once you've been in any relationship for long
enough, it's easy to settle into routines, end up feeling taken for granted, or as though
you're just going through the motions. Sex gets stale, predictable, boring. I think cheating
gives them that sense of excitement again. And cheating with me isn't really fucking
some other guy's cock, is it? It's something new, something different, something to explore
and pleasure and satisfy themselves with. And they do. They do. Once they've had a taste,
the ones who fight it are the ones who really like to go wild. They like to show off. Oh,
yes, they like to show off, prove themselves be really nasty for me. It's almost as if
they're rediscovering their sexuality or something, remembering that they're a woman made to be
kissed and touched and worshiped to seduce and taste and chased after. And I love drawing
that out of them, man, knowing that they feel good. They're purely in the moment with me,
giving me something that Abby doesn't get anymore. And I'm exciting them in ways that
he can't. I love knowing that he's waiting at home none the wiser while she's just looking
up into my eyes, mouth covering my pussy or just riding my thigh like a greedy little
slut. I love that mix of guilt and excitement on their faces the first time they orgasm.
It's ah, it makes me cum so fucking hard seeing it. That moment when reality hits in and they
realize what they've done. Sometimes they regret it. They try and run away real quick
as though that'll make him feel better somehow. But more often, they want to do it again right
after. And I'm only too happy to let them. Yeah, I like to fuck housewives and soccer
moms too, the sweet and wholesome kind. Whenever an opportunity presents itself, they do usually
take a little more work though. Can be a little bit harder to get to know and harder to seduce.
The risk is that much greater for them fooling around so close to home. It's just so much
easier to get caught. And even a quick fuck usually means having to sneak around and anything
longer takes some planning. And I think that tends to make people think twice, fight against
their urges and worry about the consequences. I have to turn up the charm when they put
in the time and want to get in their panties. To tell you the truth, that's why I got into
teaching. I hate dealing with teenagers all day, but it's provided so many opportunities.
Sure, most of the time I'm marking assignments or dealing with troublemakers after school,
but once in a while they'll have some cute married mom wander into my classroom wanting
to talk about her kid's grades, ask her curriculars or something. And then that gives me an in,
a chance to chat, flirt, ask them ever so sincerely if they care to volunteer some time
after school or the weekend to help out with one of the fundraisers or neck trays. There's
always something for them to do. It's, it's the perfect way to get more familiar. And
from there, it's so easy to start teasing them, flirting a little harder, getting a
little closer, finally convincing her to stay behind when everyone else leaves so that we
can lock the door and have a little fun of our own in my classroom.
I get to fuck three or four of them every year. And it's not just the occasional weekend
hookup. It's easy enough for me to stay late at school and get my pussy eaten. I'll
meet them for lunch somewhere for a quickie or invite them back to my place to help me
make a mess of my bedsheets. Getting to fool around with them while the kids are out of
the way, hubby at work, not suspected for a moment what wifey's up to or with who.
Hell, I've even played host to some last minute PTA meetings and a few girls' night out back
at my place. Enjoyed a few threesomes every now and then again. Don't get me started
on the school holidays. Yeah. I mean, yeah. There are downsides, though, I guess. I don't
mean getting caught. That happens sometimes, but it's never really bothered me. Most men
are too shocked to say a word, so I just get dressed and leave and then text her later
to see if we're still all good. No. I mean, is when one of them tries to turn into something
more than it is, more than just a few one night stands, dirty weekends, or a fuck buddy
situation. It happens sometimes. After the nerves and excitement of the first couple
of times you get away with it, not getting caught, the world not ending when they cuddle
up with hubby again, they don't feel guilty and call things off or decide to confess everything.
Then some of them start to get emotional and intimate and start treating it as more than
just sex, beginning to get attached and turning into a full blown affair and even starting
to plan a future together. And that's usually my cue to end it. I'm not looking for a wife
of my own. No, no, I'm not. I want what I can't have. Some man's wife. I'm looking
to fuck her brains out behind his back as many times as I can. I'm looking to make
your cheat on him. I don't want her to leave him for me. I don't want to be her happily
ever after. I want to be her dirty little girl secret. The mistake that leaves her panties
soaking wet whenever she thinks back on it. I want to take her and use her and treat her
like the filthy nasty slut she truly is over and over and over and over again. I want to
be the one she's fantasizing about while he's pumping away at her when she's fingering
herself in the shower. I want to fuck her so much better than he ever could. I want
to be the one he sneaks out of the house to me. Yeah, the one she cancels plans with friends
for, who fucks her when she's on the phone with them, whose pussy she eats when she sneaks
away at the Christmas party, the kid's birthday, their anniversary. I want to make her scream
and beg and come all over me as many times as she can. I want her to wrap her legs around
me, dig her feet into my ass and not let me pull away until her pussy is slick with my
orgasm. Ah, I want her to do all the things with me that she never lets him do with her.
I want her to tell me that I'm a better lay, that she needs my lips, my hands, my tongues,
my body more than his. And then I want to send her back to him, exhausted, used and
still coated in our juices so that he can fuck her but never satisfy her the way I can.
I like knowing that I'm a better fuck than their husbands, that they're willing to betray
their vows for my pussy, that they're willing to lie, cheat and sneak around for me. If
her pussy isn't off limits, I'm not interested. It's as simple as that. I don't know if I
could ever change. And to be perfectly honest, I don't want to.
