1. What His Wife Couldn't Give Him


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: CherryRedGirl, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    "Everyone thinks I'm so innocent, but they don't know how kinky I really am." That's where it all started. I had posted that on an anonymous confession site and was quick to get replies. One of them went something like this: "Kinky, huh? You sound like a fun girl. I'll get straight to the point; I'm married and here because my wife is boring and my sex life is lacking. I'm looking for someone to have some fun with, someone who is willing to be discreet of course. I notice we're close. Would you be interested?" I didn't know how to respond to that message. On one hand, the idea excited me. For some reason, the idea of sex with a married man intrigued me. It was definitely on my bucket list. On the other hand, I didn't want to interfere with his and his wife's personal lives. I didn't want to be a homewrecker. Long story short, I replied back and we got to know each other. His name was Nate. He was twenty-four and married (I was eighteen at the time) and he lived only a few minutes away; we were literally within walking distance of each other. His wife was in school and lately had been "too tired" for sex and turned him down almost every time he suggested it. The few times she did put out, the sex was adequate at best. I couldn't help sympathize with him. We chatted for a while and shared pics between each other, and eventually planned a time to meet. This was happening. **** As I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, I heard a knock at my door. "Shit," I ...
    mumbled to myself. I wasn't ready. I quickly dressed and spritzed some perfume on my neck before descending the stairs and meeting my new friend for the first time. He stepped into the kitchen, looking very nervous. Nate was shorter than I expected, but still an inch or two taller than me. He had a dark scruffy beard and innocent hazel eyes that widened at the sight of me. "Hi," he stammered. "Hi," I said back. "It's, uh, nice to meet you." "You too." His gaze was moving from my face, to my chest, down to my legs and back up again. "Wow. You're even hotter in person." "Thanks." I smiled brightly and took his hand. "Let's get comfortable." I led him into my living room and he sat down on the sofa. I was very horny and wet with anticipation. I couldn't help glancing down at his crotch, wanting to see if he felt the same way. "Let's see what's underneath," he said as he slipped his hands under my camisole, tugging it up over my head. I then shimmied out of my tiny shorts. I stood before him in my new matching bra and panties: a lacy black push-up bra with turquoise trim and a thong with garters. The small band of fabric on the thong barely covered my ass. His eyes and cock bulged. I did a little twirl in front of him, letting him squeeze my butt as he ogled me. "My wife would never wear anything like this. She says lingerie is for sluts." I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Well, I am a slut." "Yes, you're my little slut." My insides fluttered; no man had ever called me his slut. I ...
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