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I confess that I have thought about my mom sexually for a while. Sometimes I feel guilty after I blow my load and sometimes the opposite. I have fantasized about her catching me jerking off but never really had the guts to do it on purpose. In fact the other day I was sitting on the toilet (shes staying over at my one bedroom/bath apartment) and she accidentally walked in then apologized and closed the door. I was like fuck I should have been jacking off. So today I was doing the deed in my room after I got back from school and she was prepping some lunch. She calls my name so I put my hardon back in my boxers while im sitting down and let her bring the minitable with my lunch on it into my room. She asks me what I want to drink but I just told her I would get it, so after she leaves I get up and flip my boner up under my shirt to hide it (im sure you guys know what im talking about)and grab a drink and close my door.

She interrupted me before I could finish so I was like what the hell lemme bust one out really quick before I eat. So I'm just rubbing my hard dick at some cumshot videos and then she barges in to give me a piece of bread to eat with my meal. She didn't notice at first, but I was just standing questioning if I should hide myself or not. But I'm just horny as hell and in a daze so my hands are off my dick and it is just full on bursting out of my boxers. I said "mom.." and then she looked at me and then I saw her eyes get wide as she saw my raging boner then she said excuse me and shut the door while taking the bread back with her. I couldn't tell if she was surprised or aroused. I walked out after I finished eating and thanked her for the meal and she acted like nothing happened and said that her and my sister are gonna go to the movies for a bit which I think she is trying to give me jacking off space. Anyway this is my first confession, let me know if anyone has had similar experiences.

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I'm 11 years older than my sister and when she was 18 she gave me a fantastic blow-job and like a good girl finished it off by swallowing the lot. We never spoke about it afterwards but there has always been a certain something between us. Fast forward 25 years and recently she's got divorced. I asked her to act as my alibi whilst I went to Paris to fuck another guy's wife and she asked if she could come too! I sent her the guy's details but the email I forwarded to he also showed my email to him admitting that I badly want to fuck my sister, and telling him all about the blow-job! Worse, it contained the link to my porn website where I have a lot of pics of my ex-wife naked, pics of my stepdaughter's thongs and a gallery of another guy's cumshot over my niece! Fuck; I thought I was really in the shit, but when she realised that I've always wanted to fuck her she just said that it was no surprise and that the prospect was "interesting". I'm going down for a weekend at the end of the month and I'm so fucking excited - I just keep masturbating, thinking about my sister...

Last sunday evening i was sucking a big tranny dick in the forest near Paris, le Bois de Boulogne when some other shemale took of my pant and fucked me right in the arse by surprise! I was ashamed but cummed hard when i recived cumshot into my throat and my asshole at the same time.Hot!

My Last Boyfriend

The thing that stuck with me the most was how he'd arrange to having me give him a blowjob. He would usually sit down to watch some hardcore porn movie in the living room with me. His tastes would often veer towards the fetishistic. For a time he was heavily into interracial gangbangs, that's where one blonde buxom bimbo would have to take on five or more well-hung black studs who'd fuck her silly. Then he moved on to facials and bukkake videos which would show some girl serving a number of cocks, only to have them cover her face in semen. He soon developed a particular fondness of a specific German brand of those videos which would also often culminate in the girls getting their cum-drenched faces showered in gallons of fresh piss. He'd have them playing on our TV, letting me hear the sounds of strangers fucking, sucking and cumming while I carefully unzipped his pants and let his cock slip into my mouth, lovingly licking and slurping on his veiny shaft. Soon thereafter he discovered yet another style of hardcore pornography to get him hard and ready. This time the videos added another element to the cumshots, gangbangs and golden showers: the humiliation, degradation and torture of the girl. He'd come so hard watching some young and innocent looking teen get tied up, spanked, hurt and verbally abused to the point of tears and frequently beyond. He savored the moments when she would be called whore, cumbag, cockslut and so on and loved to see those words have an effect on her. But even those videos of hard, merciless fucking and cruel and abusive domination were nothing compared to his favourite taste in porn: rape.

It was the ultimate turn-on for him to witness a young girl be forcefully penetrated, while she squirmed and begged. He loved it when the camera stayed on her face, absorbing every second of her fear, suffering and humiliation. Occasionally he'd mutter something vicious and hateful under his breath, while the screaming and grunting on the screen kept going. I've no doubt, that his words were as much directed to the girl in the video as they were towards me dutifully sucking and pumping his cock.

As his depraved tastes in porn progressed over the months, he'd want me to ask him to do some of those things he so liked to watch to me. It was one of his hang-ups that he'd never say what he liked to do to me. He never actually said things like 'I wanna tie you up and shove my cock down your throat'; 'Let me fuck you into your asshole'; 'I want to see you taste your own cunt juices before I spurt my cum on you'; 'It makes me so hard to treat you like a cheap and dirty slut'

It had to come from me. All the time. You'd think that would give me some kind of power, but that was far from the case. He was very good at manipulating my emotions to the point that I would feel like I was somehow messed up for not begging him to act out all kinds of weird sexual fetishes on me. Worse yet, he made me feel like I was mistreating him or sabotaging my own feelings for him by not asking him to treat me like some filthy gutter trash whore in bed. So that was what I did.

With each new hardcore video that would get into heavy rotation at home, I would soon ask him during some blowjob or handjob on the couch, if he would do that to me, too. Occasionally he'd refuse at first, slightly disgusted by my apparently sick and filthy urges. But instead of feeling like an idiot, I'd feel ashamed, yet even more eager to win his consent. He had me beg for days before he deigned to give me a golden shower, that I so claimed to want. I had to finger myself to orgasm as he splashed my face with piss, to 'convince' him that I really did get off on it. He was just as stubborn during the first few times he ass-fucked me; when he first whipped me or when he started rough-handling me during sex.

please I want to taste myself on your cock.
please stick it up my ass.
please let me be your nasty little girl.
please hit me.
please I need it to hurt.
please say it like you mean it.

The funny thing is, that after a while, it became impossible to seperate his tastes from mine. The faked thrills blended into actual thrills. I slowly grew accustomed to the taste of his sexual fantasies. I took a liking to not just playing but being his fucktoy, his slave, his victim. Before long I found myself acting out his fantasy of me whenever I was home. At work I'd be myself, chit-chatting with my collegues about this problem student or the other, grading papers, preparing lessons and so on. But shortly after I stepped into our home, I would casually slip into my role of kinky little minx daring him to teach me a lesson in humility.

As it turned out, all he was waiting for was a little encouragement. Some reassurance that I was willing to be used for every sordid little fuck fantasy he had set his mind to. Which was why I often found myself tied and bound, my clothes torn off me and his thick prick ramming into me with as much anger as he could summon. All while he beat me and yelled obscenities and abuse into my face untill I was crying, screaming and begging him to stop. It wasn't any good until tears were streaming down my face. Nothing would get him off more than seeing the pain he caused by fucking me.

So one time, as I was babbling incoherently in-between my sobs, pleading with him as he pounded my abused asshole and throwing my head around with every loud slap his hand made when it connected with my face... I felt him move his hand away from my red and pulsing cheeks and to my throat. I could barely control my sobbing breaths. He pushed his cock in a little deeper causing me to moan slightly, then he made me lock eyes with him. He stared into my eyes with a mixture of crazed lust and barely concealed disgust. 'You filthy little whore. Worthless fucking cunt. Do you want me to do it with my cock buried in your slut ass?' he hissed at me. For a moment I was confused, then he began to squeeze my throat, chocking me slowly. I felt a tinge of panic, but before I could form the words to beg him to stop, he was angrily thrusting into me again. 'Now what, you piece of shit whore? This what you dream of? Ending up ass-raped and choked in some guy's basement?' he began using his other hand to really smack me around. I tried to scream but the lack of oxygen was starting to get to me. Except for a dry cough and the involuntary jerking from his thrusts I barely registered anything around me. I knew he was beating me, but the burning in my lungs was quickly drowning out the pain. It was only when he pulled his dick out of my puckered hole, that I remembered him fucking me in the ass. Then his grip suddenly disappeared from my throat. I desperately gasped for air, trying to fill my lungs with the comforting coolness of oxygen. Out of the corner of my eyes I barely noticed him, furiously jerking off and blasting his load all over my face. I was about to cry out my surprise when I felt his veiny prick push into my mouth. 'Lick it clean, bitch. All of it.' he yelled moving his dick back and forth in my mouth. I held back my gag reflex as I tasted myself on his cock. Closing my eyes submissively I moved my tongue around trying to lick every part of his shaft. When he pulled out after a while, his dick had gone half-limp. He stood up straight above me, pointing his penis at my face.

I could tell what was coming and started struggling against my bonds. He chuckled, and suddenly I felt the first gush of piss hit my face, splashing into my mouth, my cheeks and down my hair. I let out an anguished cry which I realised turned him on more. His piss hit me with more force than I had expected and as I was thrashing around beneath him, some of it hit my breasts while some even found its way into my mouth as I screamed. When he was done, and I was well-soaked in cum and urine he stepped down again and started undoing my restraints. 'Your one nasty fucking whore' he said, slapping my breast hard once more for good measure. I cringed and said nothing, which as it turned out was a bad idea. He pulled me down by my hair, forcing me to kneel before him on all fours. 'Lick my feet' he demanded, which I obeyed hesitatingly. He ran his hand down my back, slapping my ass hard while I ran my tongue in between his toes. Unhappy with my performance, he pulled me up some more demanding I use my tongue where it belonged. He turned around and bent over slightly bearing his ass towards me. 'Go on and lick it, you stupid cunt. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole' I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at him, How he dared to treat me like this. I hated him for demanding me to lick his shithole. The anger and humiliation was making me tear up. But I couldn't stand giving him the satisfaction of having made me cry like that, so instead I buried my face in his ass crack and start pushing my tongue into him. He started moaning and cursing excitedly. 'I knew it. You fucking pig. you twisted little slut. You love that.' He took my hand and placed it on his semi-limp cock. 'Jerk me off, you sick fuck.' This was too much. I could barely keep myself from crying. But as I dutifuly licked out his asshole, I used my hand to pump him into another erection.

I felt him getting harder in my hand. Once he was ready, he turned around and pressed my mouth open while slowly jerking off right in front of my face. Then he let his balls sink into my open mouth with obvious pleasure, moaning as he did so. 'Use your tongue, fuckhole.' I obeyed and tried to please him as well as I could, licking and sucking his balls. Tasting the mix of his cum and my juices that had stuck to his pubic hair. Soon he got tired of that as well, and holding my head steady with both his hands he pushed his cock into my mouth. Deeper and deeper, hitting the back of my throat. He pulled back a little only to push in deep again, causing me to gag and struggle for air. He didn't seem to care. He pulled out for a second or two only to thrust himself into my mouth again, as soon as I had stopped gagging and coughing. He kept going until he managed to thrust his dick all the way inside and down my throat. 'Better get used to getting your throat fucked like this, whore. I don't think I can be satisfied without making you deepthroat me.' When he pulled out again thick strings of saliva were hanging between the head and my lips. He nodded approvingly then grabbed his belt from the chair. Instinctively, I moved away from him afraid of being hit again. 'Relax. that's not what I'm gonna use the belt for. I want to play a little game with you.' He made a sling out of his belt and put it around my neck. 'I wonder if you can make me cum while I'm choking you. Let's see if you can make me blow my load inside your hole, before you pass out.' With the last words he jerked up his belt, tightening it around my throat and led me to a chair. He sat down, proudly presenting me with his erection and not letting go of the leash choking me. I straddled him with short and hurried breathes and sank down over him, his hard meat urging its way into me. 'I reckon you get a few minutes headstart, before I make use of this' he held the belt up to my face and grinned at me. I started grinding my hips, moving them up and down in hopes of creating enough friction to get him to orgasm. he didn't seem to care. i started to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples and pushing them up so i could lick them. i tried to hide my panic, when he seemed entirely unimpressed, but I could feel him pushing back more and more. I leaned forward, trying to think of something slutty or whorish to whisper into his ear, but I couldn't think of anything. So I simply dropped any pretense and said what I had been thinking all along.

'Please I cannot take it anymore. This is too much. It hurts. Please stop, Baby. I don't want this.' I could feel tears running down my cheeks. My short breaths had turned into pitiful sobs. 'I don't know the safeword anymore, just stop please.' He was starting to thrust into me now. Harder and harder every time. 'Please don't Baby. I'm begging you'. His thrusts had quickly become violent and painful and I howled out in pain with each. We weren't having sex anymore. He was simply fucking me, using me, destroying me.

Then he suddenly pulled hard on the leash, squeezing my throat shut and cried out as his orgasm was about to hit. I struggled desperately for air, flailing my hands about. He thrust into me hard. I hit him, scratched him, desperate for air. He threw his head back, screaming in extasy. I grasped for his arm, trying to get control of the belt. He barely noticed as he kept spurting his cum into me. My eyes were burning, my lungs cramping and he just kept pushing his dick deeper and deeper into me. I buried my fingers into my throat trying to pry the belt off...

...and then I came.

After YEARS of putting it off. I shared my wife for the first time with a Black man this past Friday. I t was something that I wrestled with for a very long time. Then this past Friday we took the plunge. It started about a year ago when I brought it up to her in a playful joking around sort of way. We had talked playfully about the idea before. But it never went any further than that. My wife had never been with a Black man before, but she often said that found many of them attractive.

So about 6 months ago we were lying in bed when I just bluntly ask her if she would fuck a Black guy while I watched. She looked at me and seemed nervous about answering. So I asked her again. She than asked me if I was being serious. I nodded yes. To my surprise she said yes. She then said that the guy would have to be good looking. I felt elated, and jealous at the same time.

We go out quite a bit. But we rarely came across anyone that she was interested in. And when we did, it was at a inconvenient time and place where we couldn't exactly talk about it. So I am not ashamed to say we joined a dating site. I won't say the name, but it was one of the more popular ones for swingers and married couples. We filled out our profile but did not post any pics. Discretion is important to us. We agreed in our profile that once communication was established, we could certainly swap pics. The main specification my wife had was that the guy be good looking, athletic, and tall. My only request was that he have atleast a 9 inch dick. My wife really did not care about how big his dick was. But she was cool with my request.

Years ago I had been a member of a few dating sites. And I would get a few hits per day, and the occasional date. Within ONE DAY of our advertisement being up we had something like 40 messages in our inbox. Crazy. We would log off and then log back on 2 hours later and have 6 new messages. So we browsed through the profiles for a few minutes every day looking for Mr right. I saw SEVERAL dudes who I thought were up to the task and was cool with. But my wife is picky. After about a week (and probably 200 profiles) she found a guy she was interested in.

Let's call him John. (Not his real name) He is dark skinned, 6'5, and described himself as passionate and athletic. He had pictures of his body (no dick pics) on his profile. He is very muscular, and indeed dark skinned. Then at the bottom of his profile he said that his dick was 11 inches long and thick. I thought he might exaggerating a little. My cock is 6 inches. I could not even imagine (beforehand) what a 11 inch cock would even look like in the flesh.

So we decided to contact him. After a few messages we swapped phone numbers and spoke directly. We indicated to him that his was our first time doing this. And he then explained to us that this was his first time as well. There was one other couple before us that he had planned to meet, but he said that they got cold feet and never ended up meeting up with him. So we set up a meet.

We decided to meet at a somewhat popular nightclub in the city. We wanted to meet somewhere where we could all just blend in and not stick out. We arrived at the nightclub at 8:00 exactly. We sat down at the first table just inside the main entrance. I gave him a call to let him know that we were there. He answered the phone and told me he was already there. He told me he was just upstairs in one of the booths. So my wife and I proceeded to go upstairs to meet him. I looked at my wife, and she looked at me. I could tell she was both nervous and excited to meet John. And so was I.

So we get to the top of the stairs and literally see John straight ahead sitting by himself in a booth. We walked up and introduced ourselves. I could tell that my wife liked him. And I could tell by the way he looked at my wife that he liked her to. If I'm being honest I was a little jealous. Watching your wife look at another man lustfully is a different dynamic altogether. It is hard to describe unless ou have experienced it. Anyway we talked about boundary's and what we all wanted and were willing to do that night. Everything was very straight forward on both ends.

It was me that suggested we leave and get to it. We left the club a few minutes after 9:00. We took our car and met John in the parking lot of a nice hotel a few blocks away. My wife and I went in to book the room while John waited in the car. Discretion is SO important to us. So we go in the hotel lobby and they tell us that ALL THE ROOMS ARE BOOKED. I was like "what the fuck". The hotel is rarely ever booked.

Anyway, we went to another hotel in the area. We took the same precautions as last time. John waited in the car and my wife and I went in to book the room. This time it was all good. We booked the room and headed straight up to it. The room was nice. And the bed was king size. I envisioned John fucking my wife on it. LOL!!

My wife turned to me again and asked if I was 100% sure I wanted to go through with it. I said I was and I then asked her the same question. She said she was cool with it and ready. So I called John and told him to head up to the room.

John is well mannered. LOL He actually knocked on the door before entering. I told him to come in I put all the lights on in the room and sat down in a chair in the corner next to the bed. My wife looked at me again, smiled, and then turned back to John.

They were both standing next to the bed when they began kissing. First they were kissing each other softly on the lips, and then they started deep kissing and French kissing. Seeing my wife kiss him so passionately had me rock hard. My wife looked like she was trying to swallow his ample lips. He was kissing her just as hungrily while rubbing his huge hands all over her ass and back. While kissing, his hands covered every inch of her backside. My wife was wearing a very short blue stretchable dress. Not quite a mini skirt. But not much longer. My wife had only a pink thong on underneath the dress. While kissing, he would lift he dress up to her waist and squeeze her pale White ass cheeks. His dark fingers would press into her ass cheeks and leave fingerprints when he let go. My wife is a typical Greek. She is 5'4 115 pounds, has black curly hair, dark brown eyes and very pale milky white skin.

They did not kiss for very long. Maybe 3 or 4 minutes tops. John then took off his shirt and threw it in the corner of the room on a spare chair. He then undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and undid his zipper. My wife IMMEDIATELY dropped to her knees. There were no words spoken between them. It as though she just knew what came next. My wife tried tugging at his pants to pull them down but was unable to do so. So john had to pull his pants down himself.

I got up from my seat and crouched down a few feet away from my wife. When we discussed boundary's John said he was cool with me getting as close as I wanted to get so I can watch. Back at the nightclub where we discussed boundary's he jokingly said that he doesn't mind if I brush up against him. But told me that he will not kiss me. LOL!!!

So I crouched next to her and by this time spam pants were around his knees. He had White underwear on which accentuated his dark skin. My wife was totally hot for him at this stage. She was biting her lip and feeling the bulge with her hands through his underwear.

My wife tried to pull down his underwear but his cock was LITERALLY getting caught in the elastic waste band on the way down. SO he pulled his underwear off himself. I swear to God what I saw next was nothing short of amazing. His dicked popped out and was EVERY BIT of the 11 inches he had said it was. I have NEVER EVER EVER seen a cock that big in real life before. Absolutely fucking huge.

My wife grabbed his cock with BOTH her hands and stroked it. Then she started sucking it. But she could only get the tip in. She was hungry for it. But it was just to big to suck properly. She was HUNGY though. She would just suck the tip, and then lick the dick from the bottom to the top like you would lick a popsicle. I told her to suck his balls. So john lifted his dick high up and my wife started sucking his huge black shiny balls. Watching my wifes entire mouth suctioned to spam big beautiful black balls was one of the many highlights of the night. She looking up at him, and him looking down at her.

I then told him that he should try face fucking her. She heard me and looked at me in disbelief with a huge grin on her face. LOL!!!

She was definitely down for it. She got off of her knees and sat down on the bed. John finished undressing. He took his pants, underwear, shoes and socks off. Totally naked. John then pulled my wifes dress up all the way over her head until it was off of her and threw it on the floor. My wife undid her heels and through them in the corner. There was something surreal about watching my wife sit on the edge of the bed with pink lingerie on staring eye level at a 11 inch black cock.

So John steps to her grabs her hair as one would grab a pony tail and begins to face fuck her. His dick really was just too big. He could only put a few inches in her mouth. But nonetheless he was still face fucking her. My wife was trying her best to fit as much as she could in her mouth.

By this time I had started slowly jerking off. I was to turned on not to. I tried to hold off but just couldn't. My wife took her bra off and laid back on the bed. John stripped her of her thong and started eating her pussy. My wife had her legs spread as wide as possible with her ass on the edge of the bed while John tongue fucked. her. I was in a trance watching this.

Next thing I knew they scooted up on the bed and were about to start fucking in the missionary position. John was on his knees on the bed and his dick was literally grazing the mattress. Anyway they had trouble getting it in. It was just so long and thick . My wife wanted it inside her though. John had a condom on that only covered half his dick. I went in the bag I brought to the room and pulled out some lube and handed it to my wife. She used half the bottle.

It took like 5 minutes and a half of bottle of lubrication for him to go in. But when he did finally got in my goodness. My wife let out a gasp that I HAVE NEVER HEARD from her before. In another minute or so he was fucking her in the missionary position with the4 FULL LEGNTH of his cock. Slow long deep strokes.

I was momentarily ashamed of myself. But I crawled up on the bed and put my face literally 8 inches from the back of his balls to watch him enter my wife. I could see my wife cumming all over his dick. The fluid just poured from her as he long stroked her. I crawled off the bed and stood up beside it. My wifes knees were touching her shoulders. John was just hitting it. My wifes eyes were closed completely. She was fucking GROWLING at this stage. John was fucking the soul out of her with that 11 inch black cock. I came all over the floor next to the night stand that the lamp was sitting on.

I put my pants on and stepped outside for a cigarette. I spent the next 5 minutes outside having a smoke and drinking a coke while staring off into the night. I went back in and they had changed to doggystyle. I honestly HAVE NO IDEA how my wife was taking his dick doggystyle. I mean he was going ALL IN. My wife eyes WERE STILL CLOSED. In fact I think her eyes were closed almost the whole time during sex. She did not look at me even once. He had a handful of hair and was now pulling it VERY HARD. He was also sweating everywhere. But my wife didn't give a shit anymore. She was thrusting her hips back into his dick as hard as she could. I also noticed a LITERAL PUDDLE of her cum on the bed where she had been laying during the missionary position.

They changed position again. She was now laying facedown while she was still on her knees with her ass propped up in the air while her hands were stretched out in front of her on the bed. This guy had EXCELLENT stamina. He was fucking my wife for atleast 45 minutes straight and showed no signs of tiring. I dick was rock hard again. I had watched interracial BBC porn for MANY MANY years. But NOTHING prepared me for the intensity of the real thing. Watching that 11 inch black cock burrow into my wifes pussy while her pale White ass cheeks jiggled with every powerful thrust. Within 5 minutes of being hard................I came for the 2nd time.

I got dressed and headed for the lobby to get another Coke. They were still fucking. On the elevator I felt guilty for enjoying my wife getting fucked as mush as I did. Anyway, I bought a Coke from the vending machine and went outside for a quick smoke.

I got back to the room and they were finished. I was pissed at myself for missing the cumshot. I was a bit irritated by how they inter acted after sex. The sex was hot. But when I returned to the room they were both naked, and my wife was laying on his chest while he played with her loose curly hair. He would go from playing her curly hair to giving her quick head massage. For her part, she couldn't stop rubbing his chest and looking up at him. She would also grab his limp 7 inch cock and hold it up while looking at it. Her legs were wrapped over his. The sex didn't feel awkward. But this did.

She kept kissing his arms and his chest. I could tell she just had the fuck of her life. And I felt a little inferior. I played it off though. I said fuck it, I lit up a smoke in the room and just continued to watch their interactions. She sat up Indian style with her lags crossed and turned to face him. She grabbed his cock again and lifted it towards his belly. His balls were exposed and she started gently kissing his balls. It was fuckin crazy how much my wife liked him. And how affectionate she became with him. I was truly torn. I felt jealousy, but at the same time I started getting hard for A THIRD TIME while watching her play with his cock and kiss his balls. She was LITEERALLY WORSHIPING his cock and balls without even realizing it.

Anyway, John got up to go to the bathroom and my wife put her dress back on and stepped out onto the patio for some fresh air.

John took a quick 5 minute shower and came out with a towel on. My wife had come back inside by now and was headed for the shower as well. As they crossed paths, she parted his towel with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, said YUM to him and then continued to the shower.

When she was in the shower me and John said our goodbyes and he left. He told me to tell my wife goodbye for him. I agreed. We had each others numbers and agreed to meet again sometime.

My wife came out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed again. My wife and I left together. I put the swipe card in the after hours box and headed home.

She was really quiet most of way home. She asked me if I was okay. I told her I was. (which is the truth) I asked her how she felt. She said she loved me more than anything or anyone in the world. We kissed in the car at a red light. When we got home I took a shower.

She was naked laying on our bed. I scooted to the foot of the bed and looked at her pussy (which she shaves) Her pussy was unbelievably stretched out. I asked her many times she came. She was dodging the question. Eventually she said she came a few times. I asked a few more times and she told me that she came FOUR TIMES.

It was the craziest night of my life. And it only happened a week ago. So I am still digesting it. I cant really tell anyone in my real life. So this post in a way is about the only way I could share my experience.

Í don't regret it at all. It was a humbling, yet was a enjoyable experience. I asked my wife if she wanted to see John again and she said that she does not care either way. But that she would be up for it if I was. John texted me on Thursday. I told him maybe in a few weeks we can meet again.

I am 35, and three years ago, I became a widow. If we put the emotional trauma to the side, it has been hard ever since, because, as a single mom, my life is all about work, and providing for my children.

Sex, I forgot about it for a long time, but our bodies want what they want, and, this need has lead me to places like this one.

I started using tinder, and it was awful. I mean, the attention I got at first, was flattering, and it did help my self esteem, but if I think it through, I have always been aware of my looks. But, tinder was no good, and eventually I dropped it.

Then, in a place similar to this one, I started connecting with a few guys. Nothing special, it was an elevated version of sexting, and that kept me satisfied for a while, but after some time, that too has became monotonous.

Why didnt I meet someone in person? I cant really explain it, I felt that physical contact was something bad and that by doing it, I would show that I forgot about what happened and, I know it sounds silly, but that it would make me a bad person.

After a while, I got back to tinder, determent to try my luck. Met with this man, a bit older than me, who told me straight up, that he is married, and only wants some side action. I wanted to get this over with, considering this meeting like a healing process that I must go through, so I have said yes to a date.

I was surprised how good looking he was, and I think he was surprised as well (we both didnt show our faces on the app).

At our first date, he was a gentleman, didnt rush anything, and we connected, and I even thought - what a shame that he is married. I felt great guilt after thinking these thoughts through.

Second was a dinner date, and he bought me even further, when he showed up dressed flawlessly. I was ready to spend a night with him.

Before our third date, he flat out told me he will rent a room for us, after dinner. And it was a good, one of the best hotels in our city, and when we went into the room, I was ready to go.

I am not that experienced in sex, because, before my marriage, I only had one bf, and that was back in hs, and I had no idea that sex can be that rough, and so much satisfying at the same time.

After we were done, he gave me 100 EUR (in here people make around 700 a month - I make more, but just to give you an idea). When I asked him what is it, he told me that it is for me to buy something for the kids.

It didnt feel good, but I took the money.

Next time, he asked me if he can film himself cumming on my tits. I said yes, but without my face, so he did. I got 200 that night.

Before our third meet up, he texted me that, if I do an enema before we meet, that he will triple "the present". I knew what it meant, even though I never had anal sex in my life. But I did it, and it wasnt that bad, and I got my 600.

In the end, he asked me, for our next date, to film me giving him a blow job, with my face visible, and that would be worth a 1000. When asked, who will he show it to, he just said that he wants his friends to see it, since they loved our little cumshot clip we did before.

That is where I drew the line, and I am not seeing him any more.

But if I am being honest with myself, it was extremely exciting, having sex for money, with someone with who I would do it, and wanted to do it, for free.

And in the end, one thing is certain - no more tinder and online meet ups, ever again, time to get back to the real world, even though this little adventure was fun and it made me feel alive, I realized, that it is not the way I would like to go through life.

I need, and I deserve something better.