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I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

It was not long before the messages ceased to be about what we were writing and devolved into sexting, each of us describing what we would like to do to one another, how I was touching myself, how she was touching herself. All the while, I was thousands of miles away, I married a woman I loved, who had always been, and remained, my best friend. It was wrong, I knew, but the sex life between my wife and I had become stale. After 15 years of marriage our sex knife had fizzled and grown stale. We tried to fix that aspect of our relationship but nothing seemed to work. Her sex drive waned as mine remained the same, or even grew. Flirting and sexting with this young Mexican girl filled a need in

“I accidentally sent a sext to Knox, he sent back educated p**n texts that sounded like a college lecture on fingering, and I came harder than I have in days from reading them. While thinking about Damien too. I’m screwed. My life is a fucking comedy show and I’m the clown who can’t stop messing up.” I cleaned up quickly, my body aching everywhere. My ass was sore as hell, tits still tender, legs weak. “I need ice. Lots of ice on my ass or I’m not training properly today. Can’t show up to the rink limping like I got railed all night. Which I basically did.” I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and pressed it against my ass, hissing at the cold. “This is what happens when you let Damien tat

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

After some weeks, he sent a private message. My stomach flipped. I heard horror stories pf guys asking for weird, dangerous stuff. But I was desperate, so I wrote back, He explained what he wanted calmly. He had a fetish for… his own cum. Not in a gross way, he said. He just like the idea of a woman using it, playing with it, and appreciated it. He wanted to send me samples, fresh ones, tested and safe. So I can film myself using them. He said he would pay alot. Like huge funds.

Nearly a month had passed since she last had real sex, and the craving inside her burned hotter than ever. She scrolled through new chatrooms until she stumbled across one called BBCchat. Her pulse raced at the name. Arianna had always fantasized about black cock, though she had never experienced one. She signed up immediately as “Ari Cat” and uploaded a nude photo. A glimpse of her bush peeked between her thighs. The responses came fast, men sending pictures of their erections, making her cunt twitch with desire. She chose one and began sexting. Her descent into craving black cock was complete. She could feel herself growing hotter with every message.

My wife has a gay friend who is on Grindr that I did not know about. He found my account and started messaging me. We did some sexting but when he wanted to hook up I said I did not meet IRL. He kept pushing and I kept saying no. He showed the messages to my wife and they discussed it and then she confronted me. I was extremely embarrassed and scared. I explained that it was just fantasy and that I would not cheat on her.

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going. ‎Thanks so much for your support 💯 ‎