u/Bubbly-lilylah

I met Mark [35M] two weeks ago at some bar near his office. He's married, absolutely miserable about it. Constantly texting me about how cold his wife is, how they never touch again, how desperate he is for someone who actually wants him. We started sleeping together pretty fast. He was grateful, eager, almost embarrassingly desperate.

Last Friday he texted me saying his wife was visiting her parents for the weekend. Told me to come over, that he needed me. When I got there he had three friends over, all drinking whiskey, all similarly unhappy about their marriages. I walked in expecting just him. He clearly had other plans.

"We've been sitting here drinking," he said, his hand already on my waist, his voice slurred but determined. "Talking about everything we're missing at home. I told them about you. Show them what I've been getting."

I should have walked out. I didn't. Four pairs of eyes on me, the power of it, the attention. I stayed.

Mark kissed me first, deep and claiming, making sure they saw I was his. Then he turned me toward them and said, "She's ours tonight. All of ours."

They surrounded me in his living room. Mark undressed me slowly, showing me off like a prize, his hands rough with drink and all that built up frustration. His friends watched from the couch, already stroking themselves through their pants, waiting their turn.

Mark bent me over the arm of the couch and entered me first. No condom, raw, desperate. He groaned loudly about how much tighter I was than his wife, how much hotter, how much better I felt. He fucked me hard and fast, establishing his claim while they watched. I moaned, louder than usual, knowing they were listening, knowing they were next.

He came quickly, buried deep inside me, filling me, marking me as his before he even pulled out. He stayed there for a second, breathing hard, then withdrew and nodded to the first friend. His cum was already dripping down my inner thigh.

The first friend was thicker than Mark, slower, taking his time while Mark settled into a chair with his whiskey, watching with dark eyes. I felt the pressure building immediately, my body responding to all the attention, the fullness, the complete wrongness of what we were doing. My thighs started shaking, my breath coming in short gasps, and then I came around the friend's cock, my back arching, my pussy clenching him in rhythmic waves that made him groan and thrust deeper.

He felt my orgasm, my muscles milking him, and finished inside me immediately, adding to what Mark had left, filling me further.

The second friend took his place right away, flipping me onto my back, lifting my hips, entering my ass while the third friend positioned himself at my mouth. I was completely filled at both ends, unable to do anything but take them, while Mark watched from his chair, stroking himself hard again, clearly loving the sight of his friends using his mistress.

The friend in my ass groaned, thrust deep, and came thick and warm, filling me there too. The friend in my mouth stroked himself rapidly, then pulled out and finished across my face, my breasts, my hair, marking me everywhere with his release.

Mark stood up, approached the couch, reclaimed me with his mouth and hands and his renewed erection. He entered me again, feeling how stretched I was, how full of his friends I was, and came within seconds, adding his second release to the mess already inside me.

I lay there for a while, four men's seed in me, one across my skin, my body shaking, my mind pleasantly blank. Mark kissed me, thanked me, told me I was perfect and that we had to do this again.

His wife came home the next morning. I left before dawn, bow legged, dripping, already knowing I would come back.

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I met Jake [20M] two weeks ago. He told me immediately he had a girlfriend, together three years, "but things are complicated." I should have walked away. I didn't.

He invited me to his sister's wedding as his "college friend." His girlfriend was there, sitting at the family table, wearing his jacket when she got cold, smiling at him like he wasn't texting me under the table.

The ceremony was torture. Watching them together, his hand on her back during vows, her looking at him like he was her future. Then his foot found mine under the table during dinner, his eyes dark, telling me without words that I was the one he wanted.

The reception moved to the garden. I watched them dance, his hands on her waist, her head on his shoulder. Then he found me by the bar. "I need you," he said. "Now. Kitchen. She's distracted with her friends."

I followed. I shouldn't have. But the thrill of it, of being the secret, of taking what was hers, made me wet before we even touched.

He pulled me into the kitchen, empty, warm from cooking. Pushed me against the refrigerator, lifted my dress, and groaned when he found me soaked. "Fuck, you're ready for me."

"She's right outside," I breathed, even as I unzipped him.

"I know," he growled, entering me in one thrust. "Let her celebrate. I'm celebrating inside you."

He started fucking me, hard and desperate, one hand gripping my hip, the other over my mouth to muffle my sounds. Through the window I could see her, his girlfriend, laughing with bridesmaids, completely unaware.

Then the pressure started building. My thighs began to shake, that telltale tremble that meant I was close. I gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps against his palm. He felt it, felt me tightening around him, and he didn't stop—just gripped my hips harder, pulled me back onto him, hitting that spot deep inside me with every thrust.

The coil wound tighter, my belly tensing, my whole body drawing inward like a bowstring ready to snap. "Don't stop," I whimpered against his hand. "Please, don't stop."

He didn't.

The release crashed through me suddenly, violently. My back arched, my head thrown back, a scream ripping from my throat that he had to muffle harder with his hand. My pussy clenched around him in rhythmic waves—contracting, releasing, contracting again—milking him, pulling him deeper. My legs gave out, my knees buckling, but he held me up, kept fucking me through it, extending the pleasure until I was babbling, incoherent, my body shaking uncontrollably against him.

Wave after wave rolled through me, starting from my core and radiating outward—down my thighs, up my spine, making my toes curl and my fingers cramp where I gripped the counter. I saw stars, my vision whiting out at the edges, the world narrowing to just the feeling of him inside me, the pulsing, the overwhelming sensation of coming apart completely on his cock while his girlfriend laughed twenty feet away.

Then the aftershocks—smaller contractions, my body twitching, oversensitive, every movement of his cock now too much but I didn't want him to stop. I was limp against the counter, sweating, my hair stuck to my face, my chest heaving. He kept thrusting, chasing his own finish, and I felt him swell, thicken, then pulse as he came inside me, filling me, his groan mixing with my whimpers, his body shaking against mine.

We stayed like that for a moment, joined, both breathing hard, my body still occasionally clenching around him, still hungry, still throbbing. When he pulled out, I felt his cum mixed with mine dripping down my thighs, my pussy still twitching at nothing, ruined and sensitive.

I couldn't stand properly for five minutes. My legs felt like jelly, my whole body flushed and oversensitive. He fixed my dress, kissed my shoulder, and walked back outside to dance with her, his cum still drying on my thighs.

I watched them from the doorway. Her smiling up at him. His hand on her waist, the same hand that had been over my mouth while I screamed my orgasm.

Petite but not fragile. Looking for someone who can handle me without breaking me... too much 😏

Into any guys but i like rough hands, deep voices. Bonus if you can pick me up.

Meet first, my place or yours. No endless chatting.

Let's see if you're interesting.