Hi Guys, wondering if anyone has any good / hot cheating stories whether you cheated on a partner or you were with someone who wasn't really single. No Judgment just wanna know if there's any good experiences or hot stories and if you got away with it.
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Way back in my ’straight’ era (ew). I found out my GF was cheating on me with my best mate. I gave it a few months to see what happened between them and heard that it was carrying on. I went round hers on a Saturday when I new her bro would be home so someone could witness me confronting her about it. Anyway, she wasn’t in and me and her bro got chatting. I told him what was going on and how we were going to break up. Very soon after our clothes were off and he was bent over the sofa quicker than you can ask ‘wanna fuck’. Fast forward to the point of no return and she walked in on me pounding him. He was much better than she was that’s for sure.
That’s also how I definitely knew that girls were not my thing! All I’m going into on here, feel free to DM
That’s also how I definitely knew that girls were not my thing! All I’m going into on here, feel free to DM
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This one time me and my boyfriend love and respected one another. And did not waste each others time.
SO HOT!
Stop Romanizing/fetishizing cheating. If you are not happy with your current partner, break things off, and move on. Or discuss an open relationship with them and see if they are comfortable with it.
SO HOT!
Stop Romanizing/fetishizing cheating. If you are not happy with your current partner, break things off, and move on. Or discuss an open relationship with them and see if they are comfortable with it.
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The summer I was 18 was the last I lifeguarded at the swim club. I had known everyone there for years. Everyone knew me. Lots of women chatted with me so no one was surprised to see a bikini clad regular talking to me at the edge of the pool where I stood at the base of the lifeguard chair. What happened next surprised me. She lowered her voice a bit and invited me to her place when I got off work. More surprising? She said her husband was away so it'd just be us. Is that okay? I said yes.
When I got there she no longer wore a bikini having traded it for a almost shear spaghetti strap halter and matching shorts. Long banana tits which her bikini tops normally pushed close together moved freely underneath. The moment I was in the door I knew it was on.
I watched her pour wine from my perch on the couch. Of southern Italian descent her already swarthy skin was tanned deeply brown. I could see bikini tan lines through the fabric. Long straight black hair reached her shoulder blades. Pool gossip said she had done some modeling in New York but having failed to break out in a big way married a wealthy man seven years her senior. Power couple. They came and went from the club in a Triumph convertible. Women commented often on how well she had married.
She sat close on the couch. Summer slumming it in a tank and cut off Levis I felt completely underdressed next to her. She didn't care. Sipping wine we shared the usual flirty teasing banter we often did. Soon we were kissing then walking down the hall to the bedroom. She dropped her clothes right away revealing a Brazilian bikini wax. I dropped shorts revealing shaved bush and balls--a swim team speedo requirement. She already knew what my smooth swimmer torso looked like.
My eyes popped seeing her tits. Her so-dark brown-they-might-as-well-be-black Italian eyes locked on my erection. She knelt, took it in her hands and gave it a good visual inspection (smart woman). She sucked it, tongued it, lifted it, sucked my balls. Stroking it she giggled when she came away with a palmful of precum and her own saliva. My God you're wet already! she said. You make me that way, said I. Come on, she said, get on the bed.
I obeyed pulling condoms from my cut offs. Her hand stopped me. Thanks but you won't need those. She pushed me down on my back, straddled me, wrapped fingers around my rod and guided it in. Oooo, she said pushing down. You're already wet too, said I. You make me that way, she gasped. Soon her romp was on. I held her long full breasts together and bit and sucked her big nipples. How many times had I seen them trying to push through her bikini top when she got goosebumps climbing out of the pool? Hundreds? Now they were in my mouth while she bounced and screwed her 28 year old body on my 18 year old cock.
We fucked all evening. I put three loads into her. If ever I wished I was impregnating someone! God. She swore me to secrecy saying it had to be a one-time thing. Next day I had a baseball game and wasn't at the pool but the following day I was and she invited me again. Fell asleep with her that night violating my curfew by several hours eliciting the usual parental talking-to, lol. God if they had had any idea.
And that was it. She wasn't the first married woman jumped me but one of the most memorable. Perhaps the most beautiful.
When I got there she no longer wore a bikini having traded it for a almost shear spaghetti strap halter and matching shorts. Long banana tits which her bikini tops normally pushed close together moved freely underneath. The moment I was in the door I knew it was on.
I watched her pour wine from my perch on the couch. Of southern Italian descent her already swarthy skin was tanned deeply brown. I could see bikini tan lines through the fabric. Long straight black hair reached her shoulder blades. Pool gossip said she had done some modeling in New York but having failed to break out in a big way married a wealthy man seven years her senior. Power couple. They came and went from the club in a Triumph convertible. Women commented often on how well she had married.
She sat close on the couch. Summer slumming it in a tank and cut off Levis I felt completely underdressed next to her. She didn't care. Sipping wine we shared the usual flirty teasing banter we often did. Soon we were kissing then walking down the hall to the bedroom. She dropped her clothes right away revealing a Brazilian bikini wax. I dropped shorts revealing shaved bush and balls--a swim team speedo requirement. She already knew what my smooth swimmer torso looked like.
My eyes popped seeing her tits. Her so-dark brown-they-might-as-well-be-black Italian eyes locked on my erection. She knelt, took it in her hands and gave it a good visual inspection (smart woman). She sucked it, tongued it, lifted it, sucked my balls. Stroking it she giggled when she came away with a palmful of precum and her own saliva. My God you're wet already! she said. You make me that way, said I. Come on, she said, get on the bed.
I obeyed pulling condoms from my cut offs. Her hand stopped me. Thanks but you won't need those. She pushed me down on my back, straddled me, wrapped fingers around my rod and guided it in. Oooo, she said pushing down. You're already wet too, said I. You make me that way, she gasped. Soon her romp was on. I held her long full breasts together and bit and sucked her big nipples. How many times had I seen them trying to push through her bikini top when she got goosebumps climbing out of the pool? Hundreds? Now they were in my mouth while she bounced and screwed her 28 year old body on my 18 year old cock.
We fucked all evening. I put three loads into her. If ever I wished I was impregnating someone! God. She swore me to secrecy saying it had to be a one-time thing. Next day I had a baseball game and wasn't at the pool but the following day I was and she invited me again. Fell asleep with her that night violating my curfew by several hours eliciting the usual parental talking-to, lol. God if they had had any idea.
And that was it. She wasn't the first married woman jumped me but one of the most memorable. Perhaps the most beautiful.
I don't know what this site is but I ran across this so why not.
For me was a few years ago. He settled on I cheated. I think it was a mix of both. Definitely bad choices. I can't go into the built up love and suffering to this point. Love that was forged by determination to be together. The problem with is we raised the stakes, the expectations of what it would be like when we finally got to be together after all these years. Keep in mind this is basically my first guy and I'm very naive about many things gay. I sought out love and had forgone lust. Immediately after marriage things are down hill, like that night. After a couple years of realizing we didn't get to know each other I'm done.
He goes on a trip and after he pushes I tell him I'm done and moving on. Like that night. I explored that lust I had denied. It might have been pent up because I immediately agree to be someone's cock sucker. So for 2 weeks I'm swallowing his nut almost every night. I'm talking with my partner over email same time, I'll stop and we'll figure this out. Mean while new guy is being an ear to listen to my issues but he has one goal me wrapped around his dick. I set myself up because he doesn't hide it, he uses my conversations against me, makes fun of my partner, whole time he's at are apartment, he flaunts it all like a dawg. I fell hard for him.
My partner comes back and snaps me back to reality. I go back to him because that wasn't me and because I didn't end it the right way. But I was broken after that, vanilla sex wasn't going to do it anymore.
So that was my 1st time cheating, horrible mistake that you can't take back. Shit still gets me hot though too. It's fucked up. I would never wish that on anyone.
For me was a few years ago. He settled on I cheated. I think it was a mix of both. Definitely bad choices. I can't go into the built up love and suffering to this point. Love that was forged by determination to be together. The problem with is we raised the stakes, the expectations of what it would be like when we finally got to be together after all these years. Keep in mind this is basically my first guy and I'm very naive about many things gay. I sought out love and had forgone lust. Immediately after marriage things are down hill, like that night. After a couple years of realizing we didn't get to know each other I'm done.
He goes on a trip and after he pushes I tell him I'm done and moving on. Like that night. I explored that lust I had denied. It might have been pent up because I immediately agree to be someone's cock sucker. So for 2 weeks I'm swallowing his nut almost every night. I'm talking with my partner over email same time, I'll stop and we'll figure this out. Mean while new guy is being an ear to listen to my issues but he has one goal me wrapped around his dick. I set myself up because he doesn't hide it, he uses my conversations against me, makes fun of my partner, whole time he's at are apartment, he flaunts it all like a dawg. I fell hard for him.
My partner comes back and snaps me back to reality. I go back to him because that wasn't me and because I didn't end it the right way. But I was broken after that, vanilla sex wasn't going to do it anymore.
So that was my 1st time cheating, horrible mistake that you can't take back. Shit still gets me hot though too. It's fucked up. I would never wish that on anyone.
Always found the idea of cheating so hot and it's great when people get away with it for so long. I've got a buddy who's got a reputation for being a bit of a player and I love hearing how he's got someone as well as his girlfriend or been seeing someone married.
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I've never cheated when I was in a monogamous relationship. I was cheated on when I was in what I thought was a monogamous relationship, and it was devastating, so I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
I had a multi-year Friends With Benefits relationship that was by its definition was not monogamous. My FWB was a very attractive and social woman, who met men all the time. She was also very sexual, so when she met a guy she liked, she'd fuck him fairly quickly. Whether any of these guys ever knew she was seeking me out to fuck an a very regular basis, I will never know. When she started to get serious with a guy, our sex life usually stopped even though we continued to hang out together (the Friends part of the FWB relationship)
In another thread I mentioned a time when she spent the night with me and we were going at it the next morning, when a guy she was dating knocked on my door. I was deep inside her thrusting when we heard the knocks, and she told me that he was picking her up to go to some event later on. He knew we were friends, but I had no idea if he knew we were FWB.
I had to reluctantly pull out of her, through on a robe, and go answer the door, my erection calming down so as not to be obvious, but still good enough to keep the condom in place. When he asked for her, I said I'd go check (implying she wasn't in my bed) and she came downstairs wearing her robe. They talked for a bit and he left to go get coffee while she was going to get ready to go when he came back.
As soon as he left, I told her that I wish we could finish what we were in the middle of when he showed up, opening my robe to show her my penis returning to its fully erect state. She said she was game, so I sat on the sofa, she dropped her robe, straddled me and rode me until I orgasmed. It was sooo freaking hot! I had already given her an orgasm before we were interrupted, so she smile, said she was so glad to finish what we started, and then got ready to go.
When the guy came back with coffee, (including one for me!) I had no idea if he had any clue as to what was going on before and after his first visit. Was it cheating from my perspective? No, as we were in a ongoing relationship. Was she cheating on that guy? I have no idea of what their relationship guidelines were, if any. I was just happy to have a great sex session with a woman with whom I had some of the strongest sexual chemistry in my life.
I had a multi-year Friends With Benefits relationship that was by its definition was not monogamous. My FWB was a very attractive and social woman, who met men all the time. She was also very sexual, so when she met a guy she liked, she'd fuck him fairly quickly. Whether any of these guys ever knew she was seeking me out to fuck an a very regular basis, I will never know. When she started to get serious with a guy, our sex life usually stopped even though we continued to hang out together (the Friends part of the FWB relationship)
In another thread I mentioned a time when she spent the night with me and we were going at it the next morning, when a guy she was dating knocked on my door. I was deep inside her thrusting when we heard the knocks, and she told me that he was picking her up to go to some event later on. He knew we were friends, but I had no idea if he knew we were FWB.
I had to reluctantly pull out of her, through on a robe, and go answer the door, my erection calming down so as not to be obvious, but still good enough to keep the condom in place. When he asked for her, I said I'd go check (implying she wasn't in my bed) and she came downstairs wearing her robe. They talked for a bit and he left to go get coffee while she was going to get ready to go when he came back.
As soon as he left, I told her that I wish we could finish what we were in the middle of when he showed up, opening my robe to show her my penis returning to its fully erect state. She said she was game, so I sat on the sofa, she dropped her robe, straddled me and rode me until I orgasmed. It was sooo freaking hot! I had already given her an orgasm before we were interrupted, so she smile, said she was so glad to finish what we started, and then got ready to go.
When the guy came back with coffee, (including one for me!) I had no idea if he had any clue as to what was going on before and after his first visit. Was it cheating from my perspective? No, as we were in a ongoing relationship. Was she cheating on that guy? I have no idea of what their relationship guidelines were, if any. I was just happy to have a great sex session with a woman with whom I had some of the strongest sexual chemistry in my life.
These stories get me really turned on too & my cock leaking, helped make me enjoy my previous job, and would be interested in privately swapping experiences
Nothing gets me hotter than cheating stories. Was searching that when ran across this forum. It creates great conflict inside because I think it's fucked up but then that's what makes it hot.
Part 2 of my cheating
I guess I might as well say what happened afterwards...
A little bit about me, white guy, former infantry military, tall, bit masculine, bit stocky. During this process, years before and after I was changing. I was a former vs top turned bttm by my partner. With it my attractions changed also. Late twenties early thirties during this trying time.
Before last cheating, I knew we were done because I was done. But my partner was devastated. He didn't know or understand. Huge suprise to me because I thought we were just keeping up appearance for immigration or something. This hurt me to know I hurt him. It shook me to the core and it made me realize that I lost control. That regardless if I was done, that I should use this opportunity to step back.
Unfortunately my partner wanted every detail. Not wise. He finds the person and tells him off but since I was basically the guy's bitch I'm sure it didn't go well.
I should note that my partner was better in everyway, he just lacked personality in the bedroom. Unfortunately that personality, even if acting was what I needed to enjoy sex. The physical stuff was whatever, it's all mental for me. To add insult to injury because I found out what gets me hot he wouldn't touch upon any of it.
So despite some enjoyable time he tried to win me over, it became clear if it wasn't broken before it is now. So as he pulls away I start doing my own thing knowing I'm just stuck until we can separate. I start working out and using gym as cover to explore my gay side.
My first temptation that puts me over the edge to go through with a hookup was a black guy. I'd seen enough porn to make curious to want that experience. It was hot and exciting, guy was bigger and thicker than I'd ever experienced. Riding him was hotter than it ever is with my partner.
Afterwards I was a bit put down. Upset I'd let into my desires, again. However it didn't stop me from hooking up with another BBC the following week, right after the rare spite of sex with my partner. This time it was some Rose thing were he was being super discreet and my lack of experience created a bit of an awkward situation. Pretty sure he was a fellow university student, I was slightly older student being prior service. It was me sucking his 9in BBC and the me getting bent over on the mattress on the floor. Him trying to finish before his roommate got home.
Now I'm starting to get hooked on hooking up. Suck off an hispanic nurse in some shady apartments downtown. Dick was bit musky which is probably why I end up back there again the following week.
Then I end up agreeing to hookup with a small skinny white guy with a big dick while his partner is out. Hot veiny dick, I enjoy his use of me. I give him my number to text if he ever needs sucked off again.
Well things start turning around with my partner, turns out he needed some time to come around. So I stop, no more. I get like two or three months down the road, everything is good until I get text out of the blue from veiny dick ...
I couldn't help myself I was sucking him off that night. I knew it wrong, he could sense I wasn't right. It didn't stop me from swallowing his nut.
I was beside myself, I had a reason, ok an excuse, for every other dick but not this one. My chest was heavy, my partner had come around and I still wanted this if I could make it work. Took a few weeks but I finally just let it out.
It didn't go well, we ended very soon after. And for the sake of this forum I think we can pretend that was end end, even though it wasn't.
I guess I might as well say what happened afterwards...
A little bit about me, white guy, former infantry military, tall, bit masculine, bit stocky. During this process, years before and after I was changing. I was a former vs top turned bttm by my partner. With it my attractions changed also. Late twenties early thirties during this trying time.
Before last cheating, I knew we were done because I was done. But my partner was devastated. He didn't know or understand. Huge suprise to me because I thought we were just keeping up appearance for immigration or something. This hurt me to know I hurt him. It shook me to the core and it made me realize that I lost control. That regardless if I was done, that I should use this opportunity to step back.
Unfortunately my partner wanted every detail. Not wise. He finds the person and tells him off but since I was basically the guy's bitch I'm sure it didn't go well.
I should note that my partner was better in everyway, he just lacked personality in the bedroom. Unfortunately that personality, even if acting was what I needed to enjoy sex. The physical stuff was whatever, it's all mental for me. To add insult to injury because I found out what gets me hot he wouldn't touch upon any of it.
So despite some enjoyable time he tried to win me over, it became clear if it wasn't broken before it is now. So as he pulls away I start doing my own thing knowing I'm just stuck until we can separate. I start working out and using gym as cover to explore my gay side.
My first temptation that puts me over the edge to go through with a hookup was a black guy. I'd seen enough porn to make curious to want that experience. It was hot and exciting, guy was bigger and thicker than I'd ever experienced. Riding him was hotter than it ever is with my partner.
Afterwards I was a bit put down. Upset I'd let into my desires, again. However it didn't stop me from hooking up with another BBC the following week, right after the rare spite of sex with my partner. This time it was some Rose thing were he was being super discreet and my lack of experience created a bit of an awkward situation. Pretty sure he was a fellow university student, I was slightly older student being prior service. It was me sucking his 9in BBC and the me getting bent over on the mattress on the floor. Him trying to finish before his roommate got home.
Now I'm starting to get hooked on hooking up. Suck off an hispanic nurse in some shady apartments downtown. Dick was bit musky which is probably why I end up back there again the following week.
Then I end up agreeing to hookup with a small skinny white guy with a big dick while his partner is out. Hot veiny dick, I enjoy his use of me. I give him my number to text if he ever needs sucked off again.
Well things start turning around with my partner, turns out he needed some time to come around. So I stop, no more. I get like two or three months down the road, everything is good until I get text out of the blue from veiny dick ...
I couldn't help myself I was sucking him off that night. I knew it wrong, he could sense I wasn't right. It didn't stop me from swallowing his nut.
I was beside myself, I had a reason, ok an excuse, for every other dick but not this one. My chest was heavy, my partner had come around and I still wanted this if I could make it work. Took a few weeks but I finally just let it out.
It didn't go well, we ended very soon after. And for the sake of this forum I think we can pretend that was end end, even though it wasn't.
Around 27-28 yo, I met this beautiful girl, the hottest I have ever been with. Everything went very fast, in one month I was living at her place, in place of her ex.
After 9 months, the relation was fucked up, she apparently lost her sex drive and she was always initiating arguments with me. One night, I saw her coming from the window, in a car and the guy kissed her before she left. I started to understand what was going on but I did not confront her.
Two days later, she was supposed to go to the gym and I followed her. She met the same guy who drove her home the other night, they went to a pub, they were kissing.
She wanted to break up with all her arguments and without sex. I decided to leave without saying anything and live at my parent's house for a while. She did not try to call me.
Later I discovered he was her ex and she had cheated on me for three months. After two weeks, when I went to pick up my stuff, apparently he was already living there and she did
At the time I was torn but I wanted to show I was strong. With the cuckold fantasies I have now, I would have enjoyed that situation and try to explore where it would have gone.
After 9 months, the relation was fucked up, she apparently lost her sex drive and she was always initiating arguments with me. One night, I saw her coming from the window, in a car and the guy kissed her before she left. I started to understand what was going on but I did not confront her.
Two days later, she was supposed to go to the gym and I followed her. She met the same guy who drove her home the other night, they went to a pub, they were kissing.
She wanted to break up with all her arguments and without sex. I decided to leave without saying anything and live at my parent's house for a while. She did not try to call me.
Later I discovered he was her ex and she had cheated on me for three months. After two weeks, when I went to pick up my stuff, apparently he was already living there and she did
At the time I was torn but I wanted to show I was strong. With the cuckold fantasies I have now, I would have enjoyed that situation and try to explore where it would have gone.
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