We had a small get together at our home several months ago and invited all of the people that work in our small office. One of the ladies the came is a 60-65 year old lady named Myrna. She and my wife hit it off right away and have become very good friends. My wife is 47 and out sexlife is very active. I noticed that Myrna was taking off a lot in the afternoon supposedly to care for grandchildren. One day I have very little pending so I took off early and when I got home Myrna's car was in the drive way. I walked in my living room and found my wife, nude, splayed out on the couch and Myrna fucking her hard witha strap on. She kept saying "you love grandma's big dick dont you?". Needless to say I fuck them both.

So I have been having dreams of being my wife and having sex with guys. Sometimes it’s one guy and sometimes it’s two guys. Sometimes my dreams are like I’m her naked in a hotel room and guys starting having sex with me(her). Sometimes it’s shower sex. In these dreams when I am her, it feels like and sounds like the best sex ever. The other day I had a dream as her where she shaved her trimmed pussy and then in real life I saw her shave her pussy bald. I’m not sure if because I’ve always been on the very small size that I am having these dreams.

I’m a mid 20s ftm who’s been happily married to my wife for over a year now. Before her and I got together, I fucked a man for the first time and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since. I constantly feel myself throb thinking about getting my brains fucked out by a man who just wants to use me for my pussy.

I don’t know if it’s being on testosterone, or never having really been with guys before, but I’m so needy for cock. I think about it filling my pussy and letting a man cum in me all the time. Being a man’s whore and sucking his cock and balls whenever he wanted. Fuck, even typing this I’m fingering my wet hole thinking about a man letting me hump his cock.

I even took it as far as cheating on my wife and jerking off with guys on snap. Sex with my wife has never been an issue, and we’re extremely intimate with one another. My wife has never made me cum before, so it surprised me how it was so easy to get off with these strangers over the phone.

Watching them cum on video chat while they were watching me finger myself was the dirtiest I’ve ever felt and some of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had. I even brought the camera nice and close for a guy with a huge dick so he could see my hole cum while I told him how I wanted to feel him cum in me. It made me feel so dirty that all they wanted was my pussy, they didn’t care about anything else.

My wife was sort of vanilla about sex when we met but I' turned her into a nasty sex toy for strange men.

I've often talked dirty to her when we fuck and I've been doing it since I found out how her mind works.We got off on discussing sex fantasies one night late and found out how much she likes for guys to think she's married or that she's cheating because she says guys are nastier and treat her more dirty

When we're out somewhere and I strike up a conversation with some guys she usually gets excited and very horny. One signal that is what one of is up to is when one of us is around strangers and calls the other by a made up name when they walk up. If I call her by another name she know I've been talking to them about how dirty she is, made up some story about something she got into or something else that makes here seem like a submissive nympho (which she is)

Well invite guys to go somewhere private with us usually our room. Sometimes it's one guy and sometimes several. Once we've been there a few minutes I' start talking really nasty to her, pulling her big titties out and making her get on her knees to suck , making her tell them how much she loves to suck .

It's a lot of fun and she loves it. I always lick here freshly fucked snatch later, too';

Newly divorced, I was 26 and working like a madman to pay child support. Six months into a carpet cleaning job, I met countless housewives who flirted with me, mostly innocent stuff, but some were very direct and tried their best to seduce me. It was maddening. They're advances pissed me off because my wife had cheated on me and ruined our marriage. She had the excuse of being drunk and having an affair with an old flame in the parking lot of a bar, but my sister had caught her in the act and that ended our four year marriage. I deserved better. So, I remained professional and never responded to even the most attractive housewives who made advances. Instead, I became more and more disillusioned with women. They were disgusting cheats, all of them. Yes, I was very attractive in my mid-twenties and only about one out of five women were flirting with me, but I was cleaning carpets for fifteen or twenty housewives a week. Do the math. I had to ignore or even forcefully reject two to five wives a week. It sickened me. Then I met Carol. This wife was not the type to flirt or throw herself at a carpet cleaner, and she didn't. When I arrived in her million dollar home she made it clear that all she needed was her carpets cleaned. She said she had tossed the last carpet cleaner out for flirting with her and she wouldn't tolerate bad behaviors. I liked her immediately, and agreed that kind of thing was disgusting. I cleaned her downstairs carpets, mostly, without paying attention to her or her two small children, both about the age of my kids, who I missed with all my heart. Then I heard her call out her son's name, and I was amazed. It was the same as my son's name. I said, "Excuse me, Carol, did you just call your son Edgar? That's my son's name, too. I named him after Edgar Allen Poe." She looked stunned. She asked me how old he was, and I explained how he was about the same age as her son, but how I couldn't see him enough. This led to a very long conversation. We were both aspiring writers, Carol and I, and we had so many things in common that it actually got a little weird. She started testing me by asking very specific questions about books we both loved and things we both enjoyed doing. We were both avid tennis players and swimmers. When we were both satisfied that the hobbies and interests we shared were strangely identical and genuine, not one of us just faking all these similarities, the chemistry between us became overpowering. At that point she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on in my life. She had huge, pale blue eyes, thick long blonde hair, an athletic and toned body with above average sized breasts and a smile as warm and brilliant as the sun. I was smitten. I could see in her beautiful adoring eyes that the feelings I felt were mutual. Awkwardly, I told her we had spoken for far too long and I had to finish my work. We had been talking for nearly an hour. I broke it off and went back to work, but couldn't help notice her checking me out as I cleaned the carpets. She had ignored me all morning. Now she watched my every move. The doorbell rang and I shut off my equipment so she could answer it and talk to her visitor. The neighbor wanted to babysit her kids from lunch until dinner so their kids could play together. Carol looked frantic and flatly refused to let her take the kids. She glanced over at me with fear in her eyes. We both knew that would mean we'd be alone in that house together for hours. I subtly shook my head, indicating my reluctance to be alone with her, but played it off like I was oblivious, wrapping up my hoses and cords. The neighbor kept begging for Carol to let her take her kids. Finally, I heard Carol give in to the request. "Sure," she said, "Why not. But get them back by dinner. My husband gets home at six." She called the kids, got them their coats and gave them to the neighbor. As soon as they were gone, Carol approached me and said, "Listen. I think this needs to be said. I love my husband very much. He's a good man and a great father. I know there was an attraction between us, but nothing is ever going to happen. Do you understand?" I actually felt relieved, and told her so. We laughed it off and I went back to cleaning. About an hour later, after all our chemistry had eased off, I was done downstairs and Carol took me upstairs to show me what rooms to tackle. She talked a nervous blue streak, moving furniture, picking up clutter and pointing out everywhere to clean. As she was bending over a bed on all fours, showing me how dust had built up behind the bed, I noticed her ass was barely covered. Her tennis skirt had hiked up and the snap crotch on her one piece gymnastic top was stretched to its limit. Her ass was gorgeous and I became transfixed by it. Suddenly, I became aware of complete silence. Carol had frozen in place and was staring back at me staring at her ass in wide-eyed horror. "I'm sorry!' I said, immediately humiliates for being such a pig. "I am so sorry!" I turned and ran out of the bedroom. Carol actually sped after me and shouted that it was okay. She caught up to me and stopped me on the stairs. She told me everything was fine and that it was her fault. She said she shouldn't have gotten into that position. Then she joked and said, "Hell, you're only human. Of course you'd look. What mortal man wouldn't stare at a Goddess like me?" She slapped my chest and said, "A little peek never hurt anybody. Now let's get back to work." Carol showed me the rest of upstairs and I grabbed all my equipment and went upstairs. In the master bedroom I moved some potted plants and exposed a cruddy buildup of dust on the baseboard. Carol was mortified. She stopped me and told me to wait while she ran to get a rag. She returned and began to try and clean the baseboard without bending over in front of me. It looked ridiculous, stooping at the knees and trying to wipe the baseboard. I chuckled at her efforts. I saw her shake her head and scoff at the awkward position she had used for the sake of modesty. She stood up and said, "Oh, the hell with it. Enjoy the show." Carol got down on all fours, her butt cheeks clearly viable under her hiked up mini dress and began scrubbing the baseboard. As she worked she smiled playfully and looked back at me as I enjoyed the show. I felt my penis go rock hard and the desire I felt for her, wiggling her ass and smiling back at me, was overpowering. Still, I never would have touched her, but then something unexpected happened. Carol's snaps on her snap crotch all let loose. The strain from her vigorous wiping and ass wagging had been too much. The stretch material snapped away, revealing her completely naked crotch. She didn't have panties on and I saw everything, her pink vagina with a crown of soft blond pubes, and her cute button of an asshole were both on full display. Carol froze in place, shocked at what had just happened. She slowly turned her head away with her eyes squeezed shut and shouted, "Oh my fucking God! Tell me that did not just happen!" But talking was the last thing on my mind. I hadn't even seen a pussy in six months. The sight of her glorious vagina was too much to resist and before Carol had finished her sentence my tongue was all the way up inside of it and my nose buried in her asshole. I remember her shriek of surprise and she definitely tried to get away, but the primal beast in me had been unleashed and there was no stopping it. By the time I began to have coherent thoughts, Carol had stopped yelling in protest or resisting in any way. Instead, she began moving her hips and moaning loudly in ecstasy as I ate the living fuck out of that pussy. Then, as we moved away from the wall and I turned her on her back to eat that pussy from a better angle, Carol pushed my head and hands out of the way and started frantically undoing my belt. In a gutteral voice she demanded, "Give me that big cock!" I helped her get at it and it was in her mouth as soon as she saw it. I never had a woman take it all the way in like that. I'm not huge, but it's over eight inches and very thick. So most women have trouble when it gets to the back of their throats. Carol only lunged three or four times, but my penis disappeared each time. She had engulfed the whole thing, making sounds like a starving animal devouring its meat in one giant gulp. Then she jumped back and pushed her pussy up in the air with her legs spreading wide. Grabbing the base of my cock and guiding it toward her pussy she growled, "Fuck me! Hurry! Fuck me now!" I grabbed a fist full of blond hair, looked into her eyes and shoved my cock into her. We stared into each other's eyes as my cock went deep and began fucking each other with long, warm delicious strokes. I said, "I'm going to cum in you." She said, "Do it. Fill me up!" I held off as long as I could, grunting with each deep pump. Then I saw Carol's eyes roll back in her head and felt her body stiffen. The pressure of an orgasm built up in my groin, grew in power as it surged through my cock until it exploded out of me in burst after burst of blissful release. Carol gyrated and shook in the throws of her own orgasm, both of us pulling with both of our arms and all of our might in a desperate effort to shoot all my cum inside of her vagina as deeply as possible. We collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted and fighting for air, both of us trying to catch our breath. Then she began to cry. I was softening, but still deep inside her. No words can describe how terrible I felt. Both of us were so intelligent, so moral and so full of ourselves that the idea we might succumb to such basic, primal instincts and fuck on the floor like two dumb animals was inconceivable... until we did it. I got off her and we sat there talking. We decided that we should never see each other or talk again. As we talked the connection we had and the genuine affection we felt was undeniable, so we gave in to them again and made love for the rest of the afternoon. We knew it was our last and only time together, so we explored each other's bodies and pleasured each other in every way we could. We were in a sixty-nine position when the phone rang and her husband's voice was leaving her a message about how much he loved her and how special she was to him. At that moment I blew my second big load in her mouth and Carol swallowed it all down. Her husband said, "So I'll see you at dinner, Sweety. Kiss the kids for me." He hung up and I turned his wife around on their bed and fucked her in the ass. It took me a very long time, after already cumming hard in both her pussy and her mouth, but after about forty minutes of pounding that tight ass, I ejaculated for a third and final time deep in Carol's bowels. She breathlessly thanked me for the ass fuck, saying her husband was too squeamish for anal, but I had given her two more orgasms because of my relentless pumping. She had thoroughly enjoyed how merciless I had been. We kissed, talked and held each other for a long time. Finally, I packed up and left. Carol handed me a check inside an envelope and after we said goodbye forever, she passionately kissed me. With tears welling in her eyes she turned away and went back into her house. Before I pulled out of the driveway, I opened the envelope. She had given me a check for five hundred dollars for a two hundred dollar job. And she had written a note. It said, "Thanks for the fuck of a lifetime. I think we both needed that and I will never forget you. Carol."

I put the check in my shirt and threw away the note. Carol was also a writer. I often wonder if she ever wrote this experience down and what that story might be like. Only Edgar's name was changed for this memoir. Maybe Carol's story is floating around the internet somewhere. I doubt it. She's probably still married and wouldn't want to hurt her husband. But she taught me something. Even good girls can cheat. Carol was a good girl. Shit just happens in life and sometimes the stars align against our best efforts. We all do bad things sometimes. Even the most civilized among us can find themselves fucking on the floor like a dumb animal.

I finally got so bored being indoors because of the weather I left my wife in the lounge watching television while I went into the kitchen and began sucking our dogs cock, when he was good and hard I allowed him to fuck my ass and when he'd knotted me I called my wife into the room.

After getting over the shock of seeing me in this position she allowed me to lick her pussy and ass, before we both had the best orgasm we've had in years!

Forever ago I posted a confession about wanting my cousin and his wife to let me be their sex toy and give them their third baby. Well I'm back seeing them for the week. I flew in two hours ago. The girls are staying in one room while I'm in the other. We all said goodnight but as I was unpacking my suitcase getting naked, I got horny as fuck thinking about my cousin and his wife coming in and make me eat her pussy while he rapes me pregnant. So now I'm rubbing my pussy in the little girls bed thinking about her parents. God it's so wrong but feels so good. I'll update more fantasy's this week