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OKAY SO I CHEAT

itsonlyfun on Cheating Stories

 Okay so I cheat.

 Today it would be called the 'Adrenaline rush' back then and even now,it was and is the thrill of not getting caught. Yeah,after all these years I still do it,its like a buzz drug to me.

 Understand,its purely lust not love. Love is always for my husband and kids. If I'd ever got or get caught I think the buzz would be ended.

 This is all true and as I recall,it was the first time and got me caught up on this illicit exciting game of sex.

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 Firstly,I've never disclosed this to anyone before. Mother,si

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ster,no one. Its not conscience now,I was just casting my mind back over things and while reading these pages,it occured to me that some of you may get a buzz from my antics as well.

 It came about in a simple way I suppose. I'd been preparing for a small family get together at christmas. Not all of them,just a cousin and her husband and children,with my hubby and our two. This mainly was because the others without kids were more inclined to booze in pubs where at that time kids were not allowed. We must have been married a few years and as I said,we had two young ones. They had three,the youngest being a couple of months older than our oldest. So,fun is being had by all,food eaten party games etc. being enjoyed. A minimal amount of booze had been partook of. All fairly irrelevant here,but the setting for what happened. The cousin and her husband were several years our senior,again purely as a back drop.

 I having had a couple of kids was no stick insect and the cousin wasn't either,so it wasn't any sort of bodyform desire because of our differences and my husband and her's were very similar in build and fairness of features. But there was a supple difference I was about to experience. This is where we really start the tale.

 With tea party well finished I realised it would be wise to do some washing up of dishes as we were light on dishes and stuff,having been only married a little while. So,in a general manner,I picked up some off the dining room table and in passing,said to no one in particular, 'I'll just clear these and wash them while you're all enjoying the fun' Off I potter,but as the door behind me closed,it reopened and not far behind me,my cousins husband followed with other utensils.

 "I'll lend a hand then" Sure,nothing wrong in that I thought. So as I drew hot water he traipsed to and fro till all the stuff was in the kitchen. Nieve I may sound,but I hadn't a clue where this was leading. As I put an amount into the sink and started swilling them off. He picked up a tea towel as though to start wiping them as I done the swilling. None of it,it was just a cover as I soon got to realise. With the cloth in his left hand and although I didn't suspect at the time,draped down our left side which faced on the side anyone coming from the lounge could first see us if anything untoward was going on between us. I finched as his right hand,firstly smoothed my bum cheek,then smoothed up and down my bums groove followed by sneakily moving around my hip and in towards my groin.

 It was all gently done and as he came more close allowing him to reach around farther into my groin I distinctly felt his protruding knob press at my behind. This was because as his hand came towards where it shouldn't have been,I in pulling my belly away from his reaching hand at the front,pushed my bum towards his cock. I instinctively wriggled, while quietly saying, 'NO! Don't be stupid,you'll get caught' My moment of wriggling allowed him to press even more towards me and I went all hot as his bulge pressed at my bums groove. "You like it then?" 'NO! Don't be stupid,leave me alone and stop it' By now I'd gone all hot and felt sweaty, - Partly with embarrassment and partly fear of being caught I think.

 God! He's trying to smooth my groin now and his hand is formidably close to my pussy. 'NO! We mustn't, - WE now not YOU! - Stop now' I then innocently made an almighty mistake. In trying to wriggle away from his searching fingers I inadvertantly helped him to press right into my pussy. The more I bent the deeper his fingers pressed in between my legs,making me press back even more onto his now stiffening prick. I felt trapped and panicky. 'We'll be ca-u-ght,stop doing it to me' "You're loving it,be honest,don't it give you a buzz that they might catch us?"

 At that moment,my heart was going to burst through my rib cage. I don't know what had happened to the tea towel but his other hand now came in from his left side and he was trying to reach my pussy from both sides. I grabbed at the sink and tried to stupidly fumble with the dishes as though I was still washing them. The tinkling I knew was my instincts trying to hide what was going on. I now felt all weak and a strange feeling came over me. As his hands sliding up and down in my groins had by now pulled my clothes up so that I could feel his fingers on my bare skin,I stood fixated to the spot. Another sensation,the bastard bit at my neck, - he was giving me a love bite. - 'No! Not there,it'll show' - What the fuck am I saying? - I got the full treatment,my neck was hurting he bit so hard. Dizzily now my mind reeled, How could I hide it,without making it obvious?

 By now I felt and knew he had some fingers through my knickers leg and was feeling my wet slit. Yeah,I was wet alright,I knew it and he felt it. Breathing heavily,he gripped my pussy closely with the full flat of his hand,but now not moving just gripping at my quim. I could feel a fumbling going on but I felt paralyzed. Then,complete shock. The hand fumbling by my bum,pulled at my skirt and I had the sensation of something warm was by my bum cheek. My face felt as though it would pop. I knew it was on fire and I knew what had given me this panic feeling. It was his cock! He had his cock out and up against my bum. I realised,to be against my naked bum cheek which it was, he must have pushed it between my knickers and my skin.

 "Don't fight,you know you want it" I want it? My mind was whizzing,he was pulling at my knickers,this way and that, - I'm going to have a heart attack,that's what it is,as my pumping heart pounded in my chest, - We're any second now going to get caught... As my mind shot all these things past my brain, my legs were on another plain,he was pressing his cock at my thighs and trying to get my knickers out of the way. These legs of mine were helping by opening my thighs, I knew he now had my knickers to one side,the reason being,I could feel his cock sliding all slippery along my quims slit. I heard my voice saying, 'Cum doing that,don't put it up me' No sooner had my voice said it,than I felt him slip into my pussy.

 I gripped at the edge of the sink as he gripped around and deeply now into my groins. I could feel his fingers on my pubes as he started fucking me with force. He was making me orgasm, I make a lot of noise when I do cum normally,but I felt as though I was choking as I held back the sounds and my orgasm then hit me like a thunderbolt. His sperm hit at the same time. He gripped at me like a limpet on a rock as his surging continued thrust after thrust until with a grunt my pussy was empty of cock. He'd finished and pulled it out.

 I took no notice as he wiped our juice from his cock with the tea towel. I did look as he calmly put his cock away and zipped up his fly. I just couldn't believe just how casual he was acting. I moved from the sink to a less conspicuous corner of the kitchen and awkwardly pulled my skirt up and mucked about with my knickers fearing I'd be caught pulling them straight to stop any sperm dripping onto the floor and giving us away. I even got another tea towel out. He had a dirty smile on his face as I retrieved the spunky towel and bunged it in the washing machine so there was no chance of one of the kids touching it and asking an awkward question.

 On watching me doing this he whispered, "You enjoyed that didn't you?" For a second I hated him. He knew more about me than I knew myself. I had fucking enjoyed the fucking,the fear of being caught and the secretive feeling now in my belly. It was as though his hardon was still inside me,my orgasm was still tingling, - I wondered whether this was because I had to keep my usual noise confined inside me. But I think it was that we now were going back where our spouses were,knowing they had no idea we'd just fucked their partners. Sounds like betrayal but we hadn't been caught. What they didn't know couldn't hurt them! Lust was supreme!

 For the rest of the evening all went normal. But quite late into the evening as they were about to leave,her husband again got me buzzing. I went to the other room to get their coats and he followed me and thinking we were alone,he deeply kissed me and while in so doing,he felt up my skirt and fingered me again,inside my knickers. I nearly died as my husband pushed the door aside and I'm sure he saw that I had a hand fingering my pussy. I broke the kiss and may have got away with that bit,but my skirt hem only fell slowly into place,so I'm still convinced even now my husband had seen me getting felt on my naked quim. Not a word was ever said about this and for ages after,it had me not only worried but curious why if he did in fact see what was happening,he failed to comment at all.

 More if you like it. There is many more times I can assure you.

High School Trainer 2

Duffman33 on Cheating Stories

After finally arriving home, I was hornier than ever.  I still had no idea what Brian meant but I was a little nervous.  Mostly turned on, but also a little apprehensive of what would happen next.  I hated my husband for neglecting me, but still loved him and wasn't sure I was ready for him to find out about my extramarital affairs.  I pulled into the garage and after gathering my things, I entered the house.  Right away, my husband was there in the family room, watching TV.  I almost gasped, but managed to croak out a "hello".  He got up and came over to kiss me hello.  After kissing me, he paused and looked at my hair.  "Honey, you have something in your hair," he said, pointing.  I suddenly felt my stomach drop,
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remembering the copious amounts of semen Brian pumped into my mouth, on my face, and even on my hair.



"Oh, it's just this new analgesic product we're trying.  It gets everywhere and it's stickier than hell," I somehow managed to stammer out.  Of course the bastard couldn't have cared less about me, so he just said, "That sucks," and went back to watch his damn television.  On the one hand, I was happy I managed to lie to his face, but on the other, I was just caught with another man's cum all over my hair and he didn't even seem to care about the possibility.  I hated him a little more right then.  O well.  I decided to quickly wash my hair in the kitchen sink and begin to cook dinner.  I entered the dining room and had the second shock of the day.  "Hi, Mrs. D!  You look nice!"  Brian cockily said as he and my son looked up from their homework on the dining room table.  Jesus, I was going to have a heart attack yet.  "B-Brian, what are you doing here," I asked nervously.  "He's helping me with his homework and staying for dinner.  Is that cool, mom," my son asked me.  "Y-yes, I should have enough."  I quickly entered the kitchen and tried to slow my heart rate.  I began to wash my hair in the sink and got dinner going.  I called everyone to the table and was just about to put out the salads.



Brian quickly chimed in, "Here let me help you, Mrs. D!"  He got in the kitchen and immediately began to squeeze my tits and rub my pussy.  Still being extremely horny from earlier, I quickly responded and started dripping again.  Brian pushed me to my knees and told me to suck his cock.  I looked up at him and told him that anyone could come in at any time.  "I don't give a fuck, bitch.  Start sucking."  For the second time of the day, I felt like my body had a mind of its own.  I continued to plead with him not to make me blow him right then, but my hands reached out, unzipped his pants and fished his already semi-hard cock out.  As I was still telling him we shouldn't, I took him into my mouth and began to go to work.  I could hear my husband and son right outside the door, which got me going even more.  Brian, too, apparently, since he suddenly groaned and said, "Fuck, slut, where do you want it?"  Just as he said that, I heard my husband comment on how slow I was to get the food out, and that maybe the job was too much for me to handle.  An evil thought entered my mind, and I grabbed my husband's salad and held it under Brian's cock as I finished him off in my mouth and dribbled his jizz all over my husband's salad.  Brian laughed and out his cock away.  We brought the salads out and I watched in joy as my husband chowed away.  Take that, asshole, I thought.  For all the times you made me swallow your nasty ass cum, now you can taste a real man.  



My husband said he really liked the salad.  I told him that Brian helped me make it special for him.  He thanked Brian and we began to eat our main entree.  After we began eating, I could see my son and husband were caught up in the game so I reached under the table right next to me and began to jerk Brian off.  I still couldn't believe how big his dick was, and that I had missed out on real sex for so many years.  I felt his dick get a little bigger and "accidentally" dropped my napkin on the floor.  I went under the  table and quickly finished Brian off in my mouth, not swallowing all of it.  I got back up, and began clearing the table.  As I passed my husband, I gave him a big kiss, slipping in my tongue, and of course a little extra, courtesy of my new master.



After dinner, Sean and Rick said they were beat and going to bed.  Sean said "That's cool, man.  I gotta bounce anyway.  I'll help your mom real quick with the dishes and then let myself out.  I'll see you tomorrow."  We cleared the table, and I could not keep my hands off of him.  Finally, he slapped me.  "Bitch, you are mine and you will do what I say when I say it.  Now finish washing these dishes."  Shocked, more from what he said than the slap, I began to wash the dishes.  I thought he wanted to knock me up.  Why was he acting this way now.  Finally, I finished and then looked at him.  "To the basement, cunt," Brian said sternly.  We walked down to the basment and I realized my husband did one thing right.  He had built an impressive entertainment unit down there a few years ago, but because of the loudness of the speakers, he soundproofed the entire basement to avoid noise complaints.  Brian and I could fuck as loud and as hard as we wanted and no one would know.  Ironic that my husband made it possible for me to get off with a real man easily.



Once down there, Brian suddenly was so sweet and apologetic and began to gently kiss me and rub me.  He took off all of my clothes and then laid me down on the couch.  After stripping, he got ontop of me and lined up his cock with my slit.  He looked deep into my eyes and then plunged his cock to the hilt in one push.  I screamed and came all over his dick.  He began to plow me, making me cum again and again.  I was begging for more and moaning his name so loud, I was actually a little nervous the soundproofing would not work.  Finally, he pulled out, making me moan for him to put it back in.  But he had other ideas.  He laid down on the ground and told me that he was very close.  If I wanted him, to come ride his cock and take his baby batter deep.  This was it, the point of no return.  Did I want to make my husband a cuckold, or should I stop now and try to salvage my marriage.  Eventually, I had no choice and straddled his cock.  I looked deep into his eyes and moaned, "Put your baby into my belly.  Fuck my husband, he doesn't deserve this pussy."  I sank to his balls, and began to ride him hard, wanting his cum in my womb more and more.  He told me that I was his forever, and that anywhere, anytime, my pussy, mouth, and asshole were his, and his alone.  Then he told me that I his breeding bitch and that my family was going to increase by a lot.  When he said that, I felt so slutty, I came even harder than before, my pussy clamping down on his cock.



The sudden pressure cause him to arch his back and unload into my unprotected and very fertile pussy.  I collapsed onto his chest and we just lay there making out, with his cock buried inside of me, cum dripping out slowly.  We fucked one more time, slower this time, as a husband and wife.  He left one more load inside of me and then we both got dressed.  I kissed him goodbye at the door and just before I could go upstairs to shower and go to bed, my cell phone rang with a voicemail.  Apparently, someone called while I was in the basement since we have no service down there.  I listened to the message.  It was from the football coach.  "Hi Cindy.  I was just calling to tell you I like the bra you wore to school today.  I found it in the training room, ripped and stained with cum.  After reviewing the security cameras, I think we need to have a chat tomorrow before work.  Be there on time... Oh, and don't wear any underwear.  You won't need it."