BCW Beautiful Cheating Wife

Anne drove back home and spent the afternoon watching TV. She thought about Jim all day, wishing he was with her. But she knew that he would be hers again the following day. As the evening came, Ted walked through the door and greeted Anne. She smiled and walked up to give him a kiss, just the way she did every night. The two of them sat on the couch watching TV before having dinner. The night ended as usual with Anne and Ted going to bed together. That following day, Anne woke up early. She got out of bed and began getting ready to leave. She kissed Ted goodbye, wishing him a good day at work. As she drove away from their home, Anne's mind was already on the day ahead. She wondered what it would be like with Jim and whether she would get to see him. As she pulled into the parking lot at work, she saw Jim pulling in too. She gave him a smile, hoping that he would come find her after getting out of his car. After Anne parked and got out, she began walking to the front doors. As she ...

  In the morning, Anne woke up early to get ready for work. She never stayed in bed for very long, even when Ted was home. Ted would often roll over and try to kiss her as she was getting up to leave. But Anne did everything in her power to avoid those kisses. She didn’t want Ted’s lips on hers and would usually just tell him that she would see him that night before she left the house. Anne worked as a legal secretary in a big downtown office building. It was a great job that paid her very well and allowed her to live comfortably in her house in the suburbs. Anne wasn’t married to some wealthy man that could support her though. Her husband Ted made a lot less money than her and had to work more hours. He was often gone from the house from 6 AM to 9 PM. This left Anne with a lot of free time during the week, which was perfect because she needed it to pursue her secret life. Anne met her new lover at the office a few months back. He was a few years younger than her and a lawyer. He w...

Anne spent the rest of the afternoon at work, thinking about all the things she could do for Ted and Jim. She could suck their cocks whenever they wanted, and fuck them anywhere they chose. She could lick their balls, swallow their cum, and kiss them deeply whenever they desired. Anne was Ted’s wife, but she had also become a slut for her husband’s best friend, Jim. Ted had been her husband for a year, but she’d known Jim all her life. He’d been her secret lover since she was fifteen and he was eleven. Now, Anne was twenty-seven and Jim had just turned twenty-two. They’d been fucking for years, but only recently had they started to explore their desires. At first, it was just anal sex, but eventually they began to introduce other partners into their relationship. Ted was the first, and now the three of them were having a great time exploring different sex acts together. Anne arrived home and found Ted and Jim watching TV. She said hello and went to the kitchen to make dinner. Ted follo...

Anne’s pussy dripped as she fucked her boss. She straddled him, riding his cock with reckless abandon. She leaned forward and rubbed her breasts on his chest, giving him a view of her bouncing tits. Anne’s pussy pulsed with every stroke, squeezing Jim’s cock and milking it for all it was worth. Anne let out a series of breathy moans, her body shuddering in release. She fell against Jim’s chest, breathing heavily. Anne turned her head to kiss him, his lips salty with her pussy juices. His cock slipped free of Anne’s pussy and she felt it leave her. “That was good,” Anne said as she climbed off Jim’s body. “I should get going.” Anne climbed out of Jim’s office, making sure to lock the door behind her. Anne walked to the bathroom and cleaned herself off, and then returned to her desk. “Good morning, Anne,” her boss said. “Morning,” Anne replied. Anne made a habit of being at work early and leaving late. Anne’s husband Ted liked to spend time in bed, so Anne always made sure that she was u...

 I walked into the strip club and felt my heart beat faster. There were so many beautiful girls here, I couldn't choose which one I wanted to pay attention to. I looked at the prices for lap dances, which was pretty steep at $50 for 10 minutes and $200 for 60 minutes. But then I noticed a sign for a private room. For $500 you got 30 minutes of undivided attention. You could even negotiate with the girl what she would do for you in that time. I immediately walked to the counter and paid. The man told me I could choose any dancer on the floor. I had about half a minute before they would call a girl over for me. I glanced around and saw some very cute girls. Then I saw the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. Her name tag said “Mandy.” She was wearing a pink thong, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. She had huge breasts, almost D-cups, with light pink nipples. When she turned around she had a big ass and very long legs. She smiled at me and I felt my dick get hard in my pant...

  I couldn't help myself. I wanted them both. My husband, Mitch, and his friend and work colleague, Mark. I had been married to Mitch for the past three years, and the past year I had developed feelings for Mark. Mark was a good friend of my husband's, and the three of us spent a lot of time together. Over the year, my feelings for Mark became more intense. I tried to ignore them, but they became too intense to ignore any longer. And that is how I ended up in the men's room of our office building having sex with both of them. It was a Thursday morning, and I was feeling horny. Mitch was on a conference call, and Mark had come to visit him in his office. Mark was dressed in a pair of suit pants, and a light blue dress shirt, buttoned all the way to the top. He looked good. I could see the muscles in his arms through his shirt, and I imagined what he would look like without the shirt. I was wearing a skirt and blouse, and my panties were getting wetter by the minute. I wasn...

I saw Jay from my bedroom window. He was seated on the front porch. He was smoking a cigarette. I had never seen him smoke before, and it turned me on a little. There was something so sexy about his strong hands holding the cigarette between his lips. Maybe it was how I saw a movie star smoking on screen, all brooding and mysterious. Or maybe it was the fact that I had wanted to fuck him for the last six years that made everything he did sexy to me. The man had always been sexy to me, but now I could have him. He was 27 and single now that his girlfriend had left him. We lived across the street from each other in our small neighborhood, but he was such a good neighbor, never leaving his front porch light on, always keeping to himself. It was why I had never spoken to him before this. He was my secret sin. A hot young man who would never leave his house. My husband and I had just gotten a divorce and I was ready to move on with my life. I was 45, divorced, and a blonde. And I knew that ...

We were lying on his bed a few hours later, naked and sweating from our third round of sex for the evening. “Are you tired?” he asked. “No,” I lied. I was exhausted, but I also really wanted to come again. “Then roll over onto your stomach,” he said. I did as I was told and he straddled my hips. He ran his hand down my back and over my ass. “You know,” he said. “I was thinking, you look like you’re the type of girl who likes it in the ass, so maybe I should try again.” I moaned and nodded. I could feel his cock against my back. “Okay, if you think that would work.” “Let’s find out.” He positioned his cock against my ass and pushed into me slowly. I arched my back and cried out as he filled me with his cock. He buried his face in my neck and groaned against my skin. “God, you feel amazing.” I nodded, pushing back against him. He laughed and began to pump into me harder. I moaned at the feeling of him inside me, my pussy clenching with need.  His hand moved around my body and found m...

“Fuck me,” I whispered as he slid his cock into me. “Anything for you, babe,” Jeff responded, his eyes locked on mine, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that had me panting for more. We’d met at a conference in Chicago, and after a few drinks at the bar, we found ourselves in the elevator heading to our room. We were both a little tipsy, but I was completely sober enough to know what I wanted—him, on me, in me, with me. “Harder, Jeff,” I said, digging my fingernails into his shoulders and encouraging him to go deeper. “Like that?” He grinned down at me and picked up his pace, slamming into me over and over. I gasped at the sensation, loving every second of it. “God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered. “So gorgeous, so sexy.” “Please...” I wanted to come so badly, but I couldn’t get there with him just fucking me. I needed more. “Can you touch my clit?” I asked. He reached down between us, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in quick little circles. “Does that feel g...

  Jeff’s eyes roamed over Laura’s silhouette as she moved gracefully through the dimly lit room, her generous curves accentuated by the soft glow of the candlelight. The magnetic pull between them was immediate—a shared, unspoken promise of passion that ignited the air around them. Jeff had long admired Laura’s beauty, not just for her alluring large breasts but for the confidence she exuded with every step. Tonight, their mutual desire was about to become an unforgettable exploration of every hidden longing. They had met by chance at a small, intimate gathering. Throughout the evening, flirtatious glances and teasing smiles built a palpable tension. Now, in the privacy of his softly furnished bedroom, their connection deepened into a physical magnetism that was impossible to resist. Laura, elegant yet enticing, stepped closer to Jeff, her eyes locked on his with an intensity that both reassured and excited him. Her breath hitched as she felt the heat radiating from him, a promise ...