Im addicted to sex and Ive been cheating on my husband regularly since before we were married. Ive hooked up with more than 40 men in the kast 3 years. I have a sneaking suspicion he might already know. This weekend I have a lunch date with his best friend right before a dinner date with him. I have a desperate urge to tell him that he's getting the sloppy seconds from his best friend after our date, but if he doesnt know it would destroy our relationship...

What do you guys think? She has more on extra lunch money. somethingcatchy/smittenkitten is her user name. Hot stuff, and worth the money.

I used to get so upset when i noticed the attention my niece would get from men but I'm trying to focus more on understanding. Most try to be subtle with glances but some have been quite obvious. The picture is from a late lunch with some coworkers who admittedly had trouble keeping eye contact after a few drinks. I admit it was a bit arousing. I have to confess that I am increasingly fascinated by the honesty and blutness I get from allowing anyone to comment or message me their honest thoughts on Katie totally unfitered.

I hate traveling for work. What I do can be done remotely. I'm the guy relaxing at the coffee shop, or the library, sitting in the mall, anywhere I have a decent wifi connection and I'm good. On rare occasions I have to travel onsite and it sucks. This particular time was a favor for a friend. He had too much on his plate to do the job so it fell to me. Kiss the wife, hug the kids, off I go to San Diego.

The whole flight I kept starring at the letterhead on the proposal. I could swear I knew the logo, knew the name of the firm, but couldn't place it. Even when I made it to SD I couldn't quite figure out how I knew that firm. Hotel didn't do early checkin, no big deal it's a roller an a backpack I can manage. I debated about renting a car an then just hailed a cab. The firm was massive, huge lobby, hot receptionist. She took my name and told me it'd be a moment.

It wasn't until I heard the click of the heels, the gasp, and the soft voice that it clicked and I knew why the name was familiar. Standing behind me was my ex from high school. Yay awkward professional environment. She found out that morning that I'd be the one handling the job. Her boss assigned her as my babysitter while I was here. Jane didn't think it was funny, her boss probably did. Jane offered a tour of the place. I asked where I could leave my bags and the receptionist stashed them for me. I kept pace so I wouldn't stare at Jane's ass. She'd grown from the high school girl into a beautiful woman. I noticed the ring, lucky guy. She rattled off about this office or that person and I just nodded and kept going. I was here to fix the system, everything else was a distraction.

After the tour I offered to buy Jane lunch. I admitted I'd taken a cab and that I hadn't checked in yet. Just to make it overly awkward I threw in "not a date" and the smile on her face said I'd hit my mark. I was fine with taking a cab but she offered to drive. We picked up the bags and headed to some Thai place. Lunch was great. Conversation was all business until that ran out. Then things went personal. I was married, I had kids. She was married, had a little girl. We stayed away from the "since high school" cliche. I think both of us wanted to avoid talking about that part. Eventually I picked up the check. Again I offered to get a cab so as not to inconvenience her. She insisted on dropping me off at the hotel.

It was in the hotel parking lot where I sensed something was wrong. Instead of just dropping me off she parked on the side. She seemed distracted and suddenly started sobbing. She'd caught her husband Brad cheating 2 weeks ago. They were not separated. Her daughter was up with her parents for the summer and she really didn't want to go home to an empty house. I was the shoulder to cry on and I let her sob it out. I offered dinner plans and asked if she wanted to share the room. Room was already booked. She smiled and asked if I'd rather stay at her house. I started to talk about the cancellation policy and she laughed. The firm did a lot of business with this hotel, she could fix it with a single call. Hearing her laugh made me feel better. I hadn't realized we were holding hands, but I did notice her hand on my thigh. She rubbed a little bit and smiled. I didn't fight it and pretty soon my pants were unzipped.

She had her phone in one hand and my cock in her other hand. I could hear the lady's standard hotel greeting. Jane rattled off her friend's name and the lady said it'd be a moment. Jane smiled and started sucking. When her friend came on the line she popped off and started jerking me hard. She told her friend she needed to cancel the room. When the friend started talking she popped back on. 20 minutes of off and on and me having to be as quiet as possible. Once Jane hung up she worked her magic. She knew how close I was, and she didn't care. It felt amazing to drain my balls in her mouth. She stayed on a few moments longer and sucked me dry, swallowing every last drop. I tried not to laugh when she said "hope you wife doesn't mind I borrowed you".

I have found out that my wife is being fucked by the neighbour's husband when I'm at work and others are at school. She's been sneaking in during lunch hour, but strangely I really enjoy the thought of it and cant wait to get home and sink my 5-5.5" penis, which feels so good being enveloped by another man's warm spent sperm in her heretofore tight cunt. I have even seen his cum running out of her fanny before I have gone in.

Anyone else ever felt like this?

Chinese for lunch?

I'm obsessed with my co-worker.

I get it. I'm tall, lanky, awkward as fuck, and just not very attractive. I've been told that my entire life, and even when it isn't said to my face, it's said to me indirectly when I ask a girl out for something as harmless as coffee and I get rejected before I even get the words out.

So I see this girl at my work one day, and I'm FLOORED. The prettiest girl I had ever seen. We work in different departments so I rarely see her, but when I do, I'm just awestruck. When we talk, we're with a few of our other co-workers so it isn't as awkward. She seems so incredibly warm, sweet, humble, and quiet.

After months of waiting for the off chance of a brief interaction in passing, I say fuck it, and ask her out on a date after I get her number through a mutual friend in the company. I wait minutes...hours...days...no response. It makes sense, she seems like the quiet non-confrontational type. It's still a rejection, but it still fucking hurts, you know?

A few weeks later, I hear a rumor that she's sucking some dude's dick in the parking lot at work. And for whatever reason, this hurt way more than her rejection...now that I know that she's just a slut like everyone else, I've pretty much lost all hope as far as dating goes.

So now, I'm back to my usual routine of jerking off every day to thoughts of her. Right after lunch? I open up that Instagram and blow a nice load all over her face. When I get home? Open up Facebook and pound my dick and pretending like I'm railing that pink pussy of hers from behind.

Can anyone sympathize with my struggle here? What the fuck am I supposed to do here? I'm NEVER going to get a girl as pretty as Kaye. Am I just supposed to settle for some fucking whale of a woman with acne and shit?

Please, just brighten my day a little and tell me what you would do to this whore. Make a picture or video even. That'd be great. :/

My wife just texted me this picture of her drooling cum out of her mouth after blowing a co-worker in his office on their lunch break. I love it. We have an open relationship, and hearing about each other's sexcapades turns us on and fuels our fire. She loves to suck my cock after I've fucked another woman so she can taste the leftover pussy juices on me.

California is a menace to the nation. Half the population are illegals, the other half on weed. China will have our lunch while we are stoned, watching the Superbowl. The missile alert in Hawaii was not fake news.

OK, my mate / Co works wife started working at the office as us. She's a fat bitch but I've always had a thing for her.

Week 1: lots if flirting with each other

Week 2: got her cell phone number and dirty messages started straight away

Week 3: we sneaked away on lunch, I played with her trimmed pussy, after she sucked my dick toll I cum, she swollen every drop

Week 4: I got her to shave her pussy totally bold, every day in grabbing her tit, I've finged her in our office, we sneaked off again during lunch, of which I slapped her face a couple of time, made her gag on my cock and she started calling me daddy

This botch is one horny bitch, she gets fuck all at home, so I'm taking advance of every second I can, for filling every dirty fantasy I have, what passed girlfriends have never done for me, I'm making her do it

Any ideas what I can do next?

When my girlfriend came back from a trip to Boston, where she brought a male friend, she called me to let me know she had the whole day free, and she had gotten a motel room. We could make up and I could "cover up" the stain of the other man, who she made use a condom. We made love at 6:00 a.m. and again at 9 after we showed up at work, then slipped out for a business meeting, we each told our secretaries. We met again for lunch where we did it twice in an hour and fifteen minutes. We met again that afternoon, after we each had work meetings. I had to jerk off because I couldn't come from intercourse. We kept the motel room one more evening and met at 5:30 and we had intercourse again. Total of five orgasms from intercourse for me, six total orgasms. Michelle is multiorgasmic and she came four or five times each time I came--maybe 25 for her, total. Most of her orgasms came from my eating her out, because my tongue is more reliable than my penis.

We have broken up, sort of. We love each other but it is complicated. In some sense all we have ever had is makeup sex, and it is high drama and very, very good.