I'm a good looking male nerd who goes to video game and anime conventions to fuck and get sucked by guys dressed as girls.

I got the best head in my life from a fine sailor moon. I was just hanging out in the gaming hall, playing some street fighter and I see her (him) playing one of the rhythm and dance games.

I can tell she's a cross player right away, but it's all cool. She looks the part and they always want to flirt. I'm no good at those dancing games, but i need an in to chat her up so it's time to go to work.

So I throw my game and wander over to ask if she minds that i join her. she just says go for it. I pop my change in and go through the motions, we're laughing our asses off because I suck out loud, but I keep with it. Game Over, go for another, Game Over. Time to get mine. I apologize to her for my crimes against rhythm, that gets her laughing.

I tell her she's got a nice costume, Did she make it herself? She tells me thanks but that she bought most of it. A little flattery goes a long way. Let a look linger a bit, some eye contact. Give her the impression that i think she's actually a girl without actually saying it. I stutter a little bit, like I'm going to ask her something, but then i just smile. Bam, that did it. She starts to look a little worried. That put her where i want her.

They love to flirt, but sometimes when the mood is right, they get nervous and a little embarrassed if they think you might have the wrong idea. They go into some super sweet shy mode. Like they don't want to upset you and hope you'll just lose interest, even though they are having fun. It's a fun cat and mouse. It's delightful and there's never a greater turn on.

I invite her to grab a soda and some pocky with me. She accepts happily, but she's still hesitant and nervous. I definitely got her. We talk a bit and joke. She laughs a lot. We take in a late screening of some show she's been excited about. It was alright, but I'm putting in time so it's all good.

Comes to be around eleven, big move time. I ask if she'd like to come up to my room. Now she's the one stuttering and "I, uh. That'd be nice but, uh..."

Wait for it, wait for it, She just blurts it out. "you know I'm a boy right?"

Bingo, i just tell her she's cute and give her a quick kiss.

That did it. She (he) gets all hot and bothered. No more nervousness, Confident sailor moon trap mode. she's ready for a good time.

"Yeah let's go." I tell her to keep the costume on, she tells me she planned on it and that's all she wrote. Sailor moon was sucking me off as soon as we got in the door, I had my first cum in minutes and she just swallowed it up with the most delicious little desperate moan.

The kind that says she's dying for hers. God damn it was a good night.

so I state in short.

No one gives better head than a cute blonde boy dressed as sailor moon. If you've never tried it, you don't know what you're missing. And as much as I like girls, they never get as into the moment.

And no i didn't leave her hanging.

Just a small Story. 

The gun was cold as it trailed over her bare skin. She shivered against her will. She didn't want to give the man doing this any satisfaction.He was an assassin she had been hunting for months. She had finally caught up to him, but had fallen into a trap right away.She should have waited for her partner and husband, Oscar, to come with her. Now she was naked, pinned to the wall…. And an AutoMag III was trailing over her body.She looked up at the assassin defiantly, trying to work the cloth out of her mouth so she could at least try to bite him. His brown eyes sparkled with interest."Ruby Rose… you've been so eager to find me. Are you regretting accomplishing your goal?" he asked, amusement lighting up his face.She rolled her silver eyes and tried kicking his shin. He moved out of the way and chuckled lowly."And here I thought you would enjoy this. You do so love guns."The gun inched farther down her pale body, making her blush darkly. If it were Oscar, she would have loved to try this… but this was The Wizard. He was ruthless. Sure, he targeted corrupt officials, but it wasn't up to him or his employer to decide who deserved to live and die.Ruby struggled against his hold, feeling the gun slip against her pussy. It was like ice. She shivered violently. The man had her tied to the wall, there was no chance of getting out of these bonds. Unless she broke her thumb? Maybe?She dismissed the idea. If she couldn't get her hand out, it would swell and she would be more stuck. Hopefully Oscar would find her soon. Or Yang. Anyone.The young woman's eyes widened as the gun's barrel pressed into her cunt. The man hadn't even given her a warning. She squirmed, trying to get away from the cold metal inside of her.What if the gun was loaded… and the safety was off? She loved weapons, but this was too much. The man knelt in front of her, his lips finding her clit.Ruby jolted, immediately feeling both guilty and excited. His mouth felt good on her pussy, but she knew it was wrong. She was married. How would Oscar feel if he knew she was actually being pleasured from getting r a p e d?The Wizard started moving the pistol, thrusting it into her body. His tongue circled her clit. It was probably a good thing she was gagged. She could feel moans building up in her throat.This really shouldn't feel as good as it did, but Ruby couldn't help it. It was starting to get her off. She kept her eyes on him, needing to see the older man. He flicked his eyes up to hers, peeking at her from under his white bangs.She was melting. Moans came out of her unbidden as he worked magic in her cunt. He didn't stop until she came, screaming into the gag.As she slumped forward against her bonds, the man stood up, his eyes racking over her trembling form. "Call me Oz. The Wizard is a stupid nickname the press gave me. I trust I'll see you around later."He winked, leaning down to kiss her through the gag. Ruby stared after him as he strolled away, wondering what had just happened. A gun shot echoed through the hall as he left. The same gun that had been fucking her mindless a minute ago.It had been loaded.

LOLOL this guy doesn't know a trol when he sees one.

You: hey asl
Stranger: m
You: how old
Stranger: 23
You: oh.. wanna be my daddy-bear?
Stranger: u like role play
You: daddy whats role playing?
You: i just wanna play wit my little alligator trapping device
Stranger: u play sex roles like school girl and cheerleader
Stranger: stuff like that
You: daddy just tickle me and quit asking me so many questions
Stranger: i walk towards u say sorry daddy dont punish me
You: its gonna be time for my nape in my carmal candy box daddy
Stranger: i say sit on my lap
You: daddy whats this?
Stranger: i kiss u and grab your ass
You: daddy! no!
You: I grab a frying pan and start cooking some eggs
Stranger: i go behind u I kiss your neck and start to play wit your tits I say u want me to stop
You: daddy what are you doing touching my itty bitty boobies?! youll feel the kleenex's i blow my nose with!
You: I turn around and face you
You: daddy, someday, I wanna be an astronaut and fight Zorg on the moon daddy!
Stranger: Shure but today u go to the room put on a tight sexy outfit on
You: like which one daddy? my sexy little buzz lightyear one grandma bought me?
Stranger: your tightest pear of pants and smallest shirt u have
Stranger: how old are u
You: daddy you dont know how old I am?!?!?! Im ashamed of you being my father!
You: i sit on the floor and begin to pout and start singing phil collins
Stranger: I say come here
You: Fine daddy! I get up and walk like the hunchback of notre dame over to you
You: this turn you on daddy
You: oooohhhh yeaaaah my big hunchback
Stranger: i say I forgot I'm sory now how old
You: im 12 daddy
You: and now youve made me burn my eggs!
You: i go to the stove.. yup! ruined! now i gotta put em on my butt daddy!
You: you wanna eat the burnt eggs of my wittle cute butt daddy
Stranger: I say come over here I got a better idea lets go to the bedroom
You: fine! im bringing my eggs tho
Stranger: u bend over to pick something up I slap your ass
You: daddy! that hurt! next time this happens I'm calling John Cena!
Stranger: i grab u I have something for u to do
You: is it clipping grandpas toenails again? let me get the chainsaw... I skip outside to the shed and start to look for the chainsaw
You: oh no!
You: a pterodactyl swoops down and snatches me up!
Stranger: i say to make u mad u really 12
You: I have crazy sex with it instead of you
You: Fin.

I confess to getting hard and turned on by my masseuse.

I know what your thinking just tip her and get the happy ending. Well Elle not that kind of a masseuse. Elle is licensed in therapeutic massage and is phenomenal at her work. My wife and I are both her clients. She works out of a legit chiropractic office so her services are covered on our insurance. My wife recommended chiropractic and massage massage therapy after I suffered a sports injury a few years ago.

The chiropractor had just aligned my spine. I was in waiting room. I had a nagging thought that I had forgotten something. Elle came out moments later to retrieve me. She greeted me with her typical warm smile. Elle was 24. She had a svelte toned and athletic body. Brown hair typically put up in a ponytail. Blue eyes and dimples. She was girl next door pretty. Elle motioned me towards the back rooms. I followed her down the long hall. I was watching her ponytail sway from side to side when my attention was drawn to her perfectly toned ass clad in yoga pants. The tight fit of her yoga pants left little to the imagination. I was fascinated with each perfectly outlined ass cheek rise and fall as her hips swayed side to side. Her walk was purely feminine. I was having a hard time finding a panty line when we arrived at the door to her room. My eyes lingered a bit too long and Elle caught me staring. She opened the door and invites me in wordlessly with a friendly smirk.

SHIT! I realized what I had forgotten. I didn’t pregame. Pregaming in this case meant masturbating before my appointment. A practice I began after an untimely, embarrassing erection I had with my original masseuse shortly after I began massage therapy. I got the impression that I had offended this masseuse so I apologized. After another awkward appointment with my original masseuse, she announced that she was getting married and her fiance got a job out of state. That is when both my wife and I began seeing Elle. Turns out that Elle was a much better masseuse anyway.

Once inside the room Elle asked, You want me to concentrate on your lower back and hips still? I nodded. She continued, You know the drill. Get undressed and I'll be back in a a few minutes.

She closed the door behind her as she left. I quickly undressed. I got on the table naked and face down. I pulled the sheet over me. I put my face in the saddle shaped cradle. A minute later I heard a soft knock at the door with Elle asking if I’m ready. I respond with a Yep. I hear the door open then close, Elle pulled the sheet down exposing my back. I felt her warm oily hands on my upper back moments later. Elle has a touch that is deep, slow and sensual. She intuitively skates the line between pain and pleasure with every movement. My stress melted away. My mind wandered to very recent memories of Elles beautifully shaped 24 year old ass. I mentally slap myself by recalling that I have a daughter her age. Never had I once thought of Elle sexually. No…. Really. I have admired her youthful beauty but never considered having sex with her before. As her hands moved down my back I force any notions of Elles sexuality out of my mind.

My mind wanders……. ***I recall a warm summer day. I’m in a field near my house with my childhood friend JoAnn. We had just finished swimming. We wanted to warm up and get some sun. We followed a deer trail through the yard high tall grass to a deer bed, where the grass had been flattened. We spread our towels on it and layed down. I was enjoying the warmth of the sun on my back when I felt something irritating it. Was it a bug? I shooed it away. I discovered it was a piece of grass that JoAnn was intentionally tickling me with. I told her to knock it off, It itches. Joann continue till I pulled it roughly from her hands and threw it away. I put my face back down in my arms.

Moments later JoAnn says, Sorry.

I answer with a shrug. JoAnn starts gently scratching my back where she had tickled me with the grass.

I let out a pur saying, now that feels good.

JoAnn’s light scratching turns to a light touch. It felt electric. I was being touched in areas that usually didn't get touched. A contented, Mmmmm escaped my lips. As she gently moved her touch slowly on my back. I turn to look at her. I notice the wet bright yellow panties of her bikini clinging to every curve of her vagina. I would come to know this as camel toe later in life. It felt I wanted share the sensation of touch with her.

Hey Joann, this feels really good. Let me do it to you.

She sprung up quickly, reached around her back and adeptly unfastened the back of her bikini top while holding the front against her so it wouldn’t fall off. She held it tight against her while she laid on her belly. Her naked back facing me waiting to be touched. I mimicked the movement of her touch on my back on hers.

JoAnn says, Oooo That really does feel good. I wish girls could go around topless.

Me too, I joke.

She continues, I remember when I was little girl and I didn’t have to wear a top when swimming. I felt free.

I suggested that she take her top off, No one will see in this tall grass. I won’t tell anyone.

JoAnn said, This doesn’t mean I want to have sex. You’re just my friend. Not my boyfriend.

I nodded and crossed my heart telling her, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, Promise.

JoAnn turned over and sat up. The loose top pressed against her chest covering her boobs. She conspiratorially looked in all directions making sure that the tall grass gave us enough privacy. She slowly removed the covering from her breasts and dropped the top beside her. She beamed with a triumphant yet bashful brace filled smile. Then she laid quickly on her side facing me to hide behind the tall grass. I don’t think I took my eyes off of her breasts since she bared them. I was fascinated.

What?, she asks embarrassed.

Your breasts have grown since the last time I saw them. Their amazing.

You think so? She responds looking down at them. They’re gonna get bigger. My Mom has big boobs. She looks down at my crotch. Oh my God! Did you get a boner from seeing these.

JoAnns breasts were fascinating. Her chest was no longer flat like mine but had 2 rounded mounds. The areola got larger and her nipples were erect. Joann asks me to lay down. As soon as I do she touches my chest. My eyes are wide open and staring at her lovely new breasts. She self consciously asks to me stop staring her boobs and to shut my eyes. I am slightly disappointed but I cooperate. I can feel her light touch as her fingers move up my arm, across my chest and down my other arm. Her touch is slow sensual. Then from my chin down the center of my chest, over my belly button to the top of my waistband. My cock involuntarily twitches inside my swim trunks from proximity of her touch. I wonder if she noticed. Her touch travels back up to my chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around my nipples.

Your turn, I suddenly say as I sit up. Surprisingly JoAnn seems to be excited. She lays down and closes her eyes. I mimicked the path her touch took on my body. I touched her lightly as she did up her arm, across her chest above her breasts and down my other arm. Then from her chin down the center of her chest between her breasts. Over her flat belly button to the top of her bikini bottom waistband. I stopped to take a look at her camel toe. I moved my hand back up to her chest where it makes a lazy figure 8 around her the borders of her breasts.

JoAnn coos, Ooooo that feels good.

I asked her if I can touch them. She nodded approval. I cup one then the other and squeeze gently. I can’t help myself. I lean forward and take a nipple between my lips sucking and licking gently.

JoAnn smacks me on the back of my head playfully. HEY! I said you can touch but no kissing. Now you got to show me your boner.

I didn't quite understand the logic but I was willing to play along. I untied the drawstring on my swim trunks then then lifted the waistband to flash my hardened cock.

JoAnn says, I can barely see… Wait. She moves her head down placing an ear on my belly button. I can feel her naked breast against my thigh. My cock jumps. She squeals with delight. Did you just make it do that? Doesn’t it hurt being hard like that and trapped in you trunks. Maybe you should take it out.

I thought for a moment and asked, not before you show me your pussy like we used to. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

JoAnn responded with I don’t have anything down there. She nonchalantly pulled up the waistband of her bikini and exposed her pussy beneath the yellow material. Her thighs and torso made a Y where they met. At the Y where all creases met was a cleft barely covered by a sprinkling of dark downy hair. JoAnn pleads, come on Todd. Release it. Take your trunks off. I took my top off. I dare you.

I was never one to turn down a dare so I pulled my trunks down and my cock sprang up at full attention.

Wow! You got bigger too. JoAnn states then asks, Can I touch it?

I nod cooly, but inside I am dying for her to touch me. JoAnn touches me gently running fingers up and down the length of the shaft. I feel so good. Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I Instruct her to wrap her whole hand around it. She does.

Oooo. The skin is soft and warm but it’s so hard.

I ask her to move her hand up and down. She does and I moan. It feels amazing. This half naked girl is stroking my cock.

First she says, like this, while stroking. Wow I can feel the skin moving over the hard part. Then in reaction to my moan she ask, Wait….. Eww! are you getting off?

*** I crash back to the present when Elle asked if her pleasure is good. I think, did she just say pleasure? I come to my senses and reply the pressure is fine. Her skilled hands had been working on my lower back which was exposed to the top of my ass crack. I am now completely aware of my erection that has grown between me an the table.

Elle covered my back with the sheet and moved to my lower half. She exposed one leg and most of the attached buttock. While tucking the sheet between my legs, she inadvertently poked the tip of my hardened cock. It's understandable. It is typically not there. The unintentional physical attention to my cock has me wishing for more. Her hands sensually moved up and down my leg from mid thigh to ankle. If my leg could orgasm it would’ve already shot a load. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine how good those skilled hands and movement would feel on my cock. Her sexual partner was lucky. None of these thoughts helped my erection disappear. She kneaded my bare buttock then smoothed a knot in my hip. She barely gave me time to acknowledge her hands on my bare ass before putting me through the excruciating pain/pleasure of working out a knot. She covered me up and repeats on the opposite leg.

Then I began imagining what Elle looks like naked. Her breasts are C cup. Are her areola large or small? Her complexion is light so the probably pink. What does her pussy look like? She is most likely shaved clean. That seems to be what girls are doing now. Are her labia large or hidden? Her yoga pants left little to the imagination. It was perfect. Ok now I was picturing Elle naked while she massaged me.

Elle asked me how I’m doing. I know what's coming next. Shit! She needed me to turn over. I am at full mast. Hard as a rock. She lifted up the sheet and glanced away to provide a modicum of modesty. She asked me to flip over on my back and move down. I flip over hopeful that I wasn’t as hard as I thought I was. She replaced the sheet. I looked down and my hard on made a tent under the sheet. I glanced at Elles face. To credit her professionally she didn’t even seem to notice. I closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed, willing my erection soft. Nope, not gonna happen. My cock felt every movement of the sheet and loved it.

Elle was up behind my head and working. She said wow, I can feel a lot of tension in your neck and shoulders. Her hands are magic. The tension melted away. I didn’t even about sex for the moment. Until she moved her hands from the base of my neck, over my shoulders down my arms slowly and sensually. My eyes were closed but I could sense her position. I shave my head clean. I could feel what could only have been her pubic area as it lightly touching the crown of my head while she was bending forward over me. I opened my eyes and was staring at the bottom of her clothed breasts. I could only imagine her head inches from my sheet covered phallus. I wonder to myself if she is just as curious about me as I am with her.

Elle finished with my upper body. She moved the sheet to bare my leg, thigh and hip. The sheet felt exquisite as it moved against my cock as she tucked the it in under the opposite leg. The back of her hand grazed it and I nearly let out a moan. She worked my calf, then knots in my thigh when she massaged my hip. I was hyper aware of the proximity of her hands to my cock. She reached across my body and pulled my opposite hip through the sheet. The action caused her lower body to press into my naked leg. I didn’t know how much more I can take. She repeated the same work on my opposite leg. The sheet and her inadvertent touches prolonged my hardness. Before we finished she pulled on my legs to stretch them. She shook them by the ankle and left me wondering is she wanted to see my cock wiggle.

Elle announced that the massage was over by asking me how I was feeling. I told her I felt great as usual. I caught her eye before she left the room. I gave her a heartfelt apology for my condition. Sometimes it just has a mind of its own.

Elle smiled and looked down directly at the sheet where my cock was making a tent. She said flirtatiously, No worries. You’d be surprised how often that happens.
She left me to get dressed.

So my wife dislikes blowjobs amd has givin me a offer that jist so long as she can chose them i can get head from other girls no kissing no sex nothing eles but her blowing me i keep joking its a trap but sje insists its not should i go for it or not

I confess I want to fuck a new friends girl.

So my wife and I have this new couple as friends. We see each other on the weekends at the bar. The last month or so every time they some in he calls me a swinger and starts acting up. Mean while his wife grinds on him. Recently they were fighting as usual and she told my wife and I that they only Fuck 1 or 2 time a month. Well she tries to take him in the bathroom to fuck him and it doesn't work out. As they're up against the bar he moves up between her legs and as he's about to kiss her he looks up and says a smart ass remark. I say something back and he grabs my hand to put it between her legs!!! I would like to say I was suave and slipped one in her. In reality I panicked and turned to my wife. After taking them both home my wife kept commenting on how they need to stay together and maybe I should help her out. WTF We are very sexual but she has always turned down these swinging offers. Is this a trap? What do I do?

My love of 'showing out' in scanty swimwear and shorts started even before puberty. I used to wear my scanty briefs (fashion at the time) and stand in front of the mirror, feeling excited but I guess at that time didn't know why.

Then puberty struck.

From then I would always wear scanty speedos on my weekly visit to the pool with my best friend. My favorites at the time of this 'happening' were bright crimson. They had a style of cut that made my great ass look even better and they had a sort of pouch at front - just a scanty triangle that held cock and balls high instead of letting anything go between my legs. They tapered up to a half-inch at the sides and were made in a very shiny and thin nylon. I'd picked them up at a second-hand shop. I felt real randy wearing them and used to parade in front of my bedroom mirror in them and at night with the light on, knowing that by-passers would see me.

At puberty I thought that an erection was the normal state of a cock and I enjoyed showing it off - a lot! At the swimming baths each week I used to get fully hard by squeezing myself underwater, then pushing my cock down so it poked out the pouch like a tent. Then I'd float on my back so that the tip of my cock would emerge from the water. It's embarrassing to think of doing it now but I just thought it was the normal state of a cock and wanted to prove I was a man at last!

My behaviour probably sparked the unfortunate incident I am about to relate - unfortunate for a regular visitor to the pool.

The shower area contained two large cubicles with very large shower heads - meant to be used by more than one man at once. I used to shower a lot so that my cock wouldn't get too cold! I went in this particular time and both cubicles were empty. Soon I was joined by a guy who stood behind me under the shower head - nothing unusual in that except that the other cubicle had been empty! After a while he came round and stood in front of me, he was tall and muscular, probably about forty-years-old, and his speedos were right in my face! They were bright yellow, scanty and very thin lycra-stuff and I couldn't help staring as a down-curved cock gradually fattened and swelled that sexy fabric. He washed the water over himself, including squeezing that lump and watching him do that gave me a hard and i played with myself while washing the pool water off.

He started breathing heavy and I KNEW he was getting turned on by looking at my body and me doing that and that sent me knee-trembling excited.

Then he came and stood right behind me and I felt that rock-hard cock pressing into my back. Not hard, just gently pressing and moving back and forth, up and down as the man 'washed' himself under the shower. I played with my own dick and pushed back at him, WILDLY excited at the attention I was getting. My first ever sexual experience.

After a little while I felt his hands round my waist, they slid upwards and forwards, his fingers met and caressed my teats. I thought I'd choke on the lump in my throat and I eased up on fiddling with myself because I didn't want to spunk off in my speedos (which I did all the time at home!)

His hands slipped down over my belly, he gently pulled my ass into his body (or maybe I involuntarily pressed as well). Anyway both hands went down and he started pulling at my cock through the speedos.

I loved it.

My knees were jerking and he whispered something like 'take it easy ... nice and easy ... enjoy me... you like to show this off don't you, your cock sticking way out of your sexy swimmers, you know it turns on the girls and boys...'

I just stood there and let him feel me, he had my young-teen widger between finger and thumb and was slowly wanking me off. I was watching the main door in case it started to open at which point I would have pulled away so that he (and me) wouldn't get into trouble because I knew this sort of behavior was 'wrong'.

He kept saying things like 'just relax' and 'just relax and enjoy it,' and just kept giving me the pleasure until WAMBO! I was cumming, cumming in my favorite speedos and this time some guy was doing it for me! He must have felt the warm spunk filling that pouch straight away. He whispered something like 'oh, yeah, that feels good, so good,' and then he gently spun me round to face him.

I was faced with this cock bursting the shiny and tight yellow speedos and I knew what he wanted me to do.

And I wanted to do it.

My hands moved, I couldn't help it. I felt a man's cock for the first time, and beneath lovely, slippery-wet, skimpy-thin speedos.

He grunted, I squeezed him gently, I dared myself for the first time to look him in the eye and found that he was staring down at me, watching what I was doing, breathing heavy

He shuddered and I felt his spunk just pump and pump and pump into those bright yellow lovely things, my fingers squeezed his stuff trapped in the lycra squeezed the lumps, moved over his crotch with loving abandon.

He turned me quite roughly so he was pressed against my back, my ass. He leant down over me, his head next to mine his hands moving at my crotch - 'Cum in them again for me, I want to feel your spunk jerking out into these sexy things,' one hand moved to my ass and gently stroked the wet fabric, slipped under to feel my balls.

I was jello.

He kept doing it, squeezing me off until I spunked again, right into his fingers.

He kissed my neck, asked me if I was coming next week, and left, guiltily.

The unfortunate end to this is that I told my friend (in confidence). He told his mother, his mother told mine and mine told the pool attendant the following week. My unfortunate guy was asked to leave and never come back (I saw him getting told and gathered what was being said). Poor guy! It was my fault!

I was - and am - just incredibly highly-sexed.

Since then I still wear the scantiest swimmers to pool and beach and back yard, the shortest shiniest skimpiest of shorts in summer, or for everyday wear, the tightest of jeans and pants. I still have a nice ass so I still wear jeans and pants and swimmers tight and I get stares from male and female alike. I'm not gay but I guess I must be 'bi' because male or female - everything sexy excites me!

Mick

I am in a middle of a mid-life crisis, and I am a woman.

My husband - I didnt find him attractive any more, and that has been the case for a long, long time. I have cheated, with three different men over the past 15 years, two of those were a one night thing, while the third one, I had an affair with him, that lasted for over two years, but it ended, when he refused to leave his wife for me.

I also have a lesbian friend, who is into BDSM, and out of curiosity, she took me to one of these parties, where I pretended to be her slave. I have always been a free spirit, and curios (well, I guess that is why I am here), and that thing excited me. Not in a sexual way, but it was exciting to see the extent of freedom some people live in.

So, I told my husband about that, confessed that it wasnt hot in that way, but that maybe we should try something new. I have to admit, I did this solely for my own pleasure, I couldnt care less about him, but, it lead us down the path of experimenting and fantasy, which ended up with us going to a swinger party.

My heart was racing!!! Oh, the things I expected...

What a let down. A bunch of fat, old people, looking disgusting and doing disgusting things. We sat it out. Somewhere, after a few hours of drinking and laughing at ourselves, the one good looking woman in there, blonde our age, approached me, and asked, if she can borrow my husband. The look on his face, when I said yes, oh my god, I wish I had a camera to film it. Then her husband came by, and he, again, asked, if it is ok for her to take him to the room. She is good looking, but compared to him - lets say that it is obvious that he settled for her.

As they went off, he sat next to me, and we started talking. I was thinking he will ask me the same thing, but he didnt. We spoke about swinging, and when he learned that it is our first time, he apologized - they had no idea. But in the end, he said, that my husband will be hooked for life after tonight, bragging about his wifes skills I guess.

When they came back, he wasnt able to look me in the eyes, and we soon left, but not before she gave me her number, and I gave her mine.

I could see that he was shook , he was kissing me, and being so caring towards me on our way home. He thought I would be mad, since it was obvious that nothing happened between me and our new friend. I couldnt care less, I just wanted that man.

I was the one to call her. We had coffee, just me and her, and I come to find out that she is a successful lawyer. I did feel a bit small after that conversation, but she was the one to tell me that, if the party thing is too much for us, we could see each other in a private arrangement. She likes my husband (she told me this in an insecure tone, looking like the shyest girl from the catholic school), and that her husband likes me as well.

And it was done. My husband wasnt so sure, but I saw through him - he wasnt sure if it was my trap, but after he realized the offer is genuine, he agreed.

First time we met up, it was at our place (we considered many other options, but that one sounded the safest), and since these two were so experienced in this, we followed their guide lines, so we started with a few drinks and jokes, to lighten up the night.

It wasnt long, and I was bent over the side of the bed, with him licking my anus, while rubbing my clit with his fingers. I have never done that before, and between him doing it, and hearing the moaning of my husband with his wife on the same bed, I came, with my eyes closed, like I never came before.

My lover came almost right after he entered me, and my husband and her, were still doing it, with raw passion.

So, since the first night was a success, this became our thing, once a week, every given Saturday, we would do this. After some time, some paterns developed. He would go down on me, satisfy me, and then, upon entry, he would cum really fast. Them, on the other hand, started evolving into this power fuck couple, that started going further and further, lasting longer and longer.

I saw a change in my husband, not just in sex, but his confidence sky rocketed. My partner was so eager to please me, and he has done it so well, but when I tried to make us do the same, it would flop. Once I wanted to start it with giving him a blow job - he liked it, but again, he came really fast, and, again, I ended up on my back, being eaten out.

So I started making the best of it, I would look at them making love, while he was doing his thing, and I realized, that I have traded my alpha fucker husband, for a wimp. And I would cum hard, while looking at him go, watching his confidence, his strenght, the power he was doing it with her. I would cum two, three times, asking my wimp lover to continue, just to watch him make love to her, except, he wasnt making love to her, he was fucking her like one would fuck a street hooker.

And she was over the moon for him.

He took charge. First, he took off his condom during one of our sessions, with the words "cant stand this shit any more", they didnt object, but my wimp lover continued to use his - I guess to make him "last longer".

He started calling her names, slapping her, and one time, he just said "bend over and give me your ass". And he just took it, right in front of us.

I have tried to do the same thing with him, when we were back home, but he wasnt interested, told me he is tired, dried up etc.

He wasnt, he just didnt want me.

In the end, he asked for a divorce, at the same time she did. I did ask him why, even though I knew the reason, but when he told me "you made me feel like a worthless slug, she makes me feel like a man", I should have stopped asking. But I didnt, so he told me I "took his manhood, convinced him that he is worthless to the point where he started feeling worthless, as a lesser man".

They are living together now, and I have stopped all contact with my unfortunate lover. And, that is it, I fucked up.