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I “pulled the goalie” a few months prior as we were trying for our first. I was supposed to ovulate that weekend and had a whole sexy dinner date planned.

When I woke up I realized it had happened three days early.

Texted my husband and asked him to come home for lunch. He agreed. I put on his favorite outfit and waited.

While waiting, our neighbor knocked on the door. He was dropping off a package the UPS driver left for us. His jaw hit the ground when he saw my skimpy outfit. I twirled my hair and asked him if he wanted to come inside.

“Uhh, are you sure?”

I put my fingers on his lips and told him we didn’t have much time.

A minute later I was on my back, on the couch, watching him struggle with his belt buckle.

A minute after that he was on top of me.

A minute after that, “You’re too tight, I’m gonna cum!”

I leg locked him as soon as he said that and grabbed his ass, pulling him into me.

When it was over, he said something like, “I can’t believe you did that.” I simply said, “I asked if you wanted to come inside. You can leave now.”

Half an hour later my husband was fucking me.

Alas, we didn’t get pregnant, but it was a fun afternoon.

I “pulled the goalie” a few months prior as we were trying for our first. I was supposed to ovulate that weekend and had a whole sexy dinner date planned.

When I woke up I realized it had happened three days early.

Texted my husband and asked him to come home for lunch. He agreed. I put on his favorite outfit and waited.

While waiting, our neighbor knocked on the door. He was dropping off a package the UPS driver left for us. His jaw hit the ground when he saw my skimpy outfit. I twirled my hair and asked him if he wanted to come inside.

“Uhh, are you sure?”

I put my fingers on his lips and told him we didn’t have much time.

A minute later I was on my back, on the couch, watching him struggle with his belt buckle.

A minute after that he was on top of me.

A minute after that, “You’re too tight, I’m gonna cum!”

I leg locked him as soon as he said that and grabbed his ass, pulling him into me.

When it was over, he said something like, “I can’t believe you did that.” I simply said, “I asked if you wanted to come inside. You can leave now.”

Half an hour later my husband was fucking me.

Alas, we didn’t get pregnant, but it was a fun afternoon.

This takes me back to my undergrad days and first real boyfriend. I was 19. He was 20. I’ll call him Brad. We were taking it slow. He was a virgin. I was not, not by a long shot, but I was cool taking it slow after earlier misadventures had devalued sex. We thought we were in love.

Spring break, we end up on this party trip with a bunch of our friends, including this older (30) guy I’ll call “Michael” who had a reputation as a fuck boy. Slept his way through everyone in the group. Always had his eye on me. I always shot him down.

We all get sloshed that first night and things got heavy between Brad and I. We wound up completely naked together. First time that had happened. Lots of foreplay, kissing, I sucked him off, he went down on me, and suffice it to say, I was soaked and aching and desperate to be filled. So when he asked if I was ready I gave him an affirmative yes.

And then he went soft.

Two minutes later he threw up and passed out.

So I’m sitting there, worked up to a Category 5, with no outlet. Took care of business myself while Brad snored next to me. Figured we’d try again the next morning.

Tossed my nightshirt on and went to get a glass of water.

And there’s Mike, sitting on the couch, playing video games.

Then he sees me and his eyes trace up and down my body, focusing my legs (which were and still are amazing) and ending where they met my body and were barely covered by my shirt.

He’d gawked at me like that before, but never while I was practically naked, and to my surprise it stirred something in me other than annoyance.

Two minutes later, with barely any words between us, we were in his room.

“Foreplay” was Mike checking to see if I was wet. Then he was on top of and inside me. Raw. He didn’t even ask if I was on birth control (I was). I came almost immediately. Not because he was all that. Because I was that worked up.

He just pumped away, using me like a human fleshlight, while I laid there and waited for him to cum. I came again when I felt him pulse inside me. As soon as he was done he rolled off me, no pretense, cuddling, not even a kiss. He briefly admired his handiwork, I assume, looking at my pussy while he dripped out of me with this smug annoying look on his face. Then he left the room and went back to the PlayStation.

I should have felt used, this was like a lot of my earlier experiences, but deep down it was empowering. In a way I knew Brad could never compete with.

Mike fucked me a few more times and I dumped Brad at the end of the trip. Gave him a pity fuck before I told him it was over. He came on the second thrust. I blocked his number and did my best to avoid him around campus for the rest of the year.

I'm a teacher. I don't normally mess with the parents because I work for a super small district in a small town. One time I did though. I'll call them Robert and Mary. Mary was usually the involved one and was the worst. Always complained. Always made it personal. I can deal with "This sucks" but with her it was always "You suck." She went over my head more often than not. Even stalked me on my personal Facebook to vent about what an awful job I was doing for her precious little angel.

One day Robert came without her, much to my surprise, and let slip they were moving out of State at the end of the school year.

So I set my mind to fucking him.

It was child's play. Started casually flirting with him. He soon let slip she was working late and he wouldn't be missed. I gave him my address and told him what time to meet me. He was already in the driveway waiting for me. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. The living room couch was as far as we got. He'd came over once a week after that. Every Wednesday when she was scheduled to work late.

The last time they came to a conference I pulled him into a janitor's closet while his wife was talking to one of my colleagues. I got what I needed in under a minute. I had his cum inside me as his wife proceeded to apologize for the way she had treated me for the last year. Had she done that a bit earlier...

I'm a teacher. I don't normally mess with the parents because I work for a super small district in a small town. One time I did though. I'll call them Robert and Mary. Mary was usually the involved one and was the worst. Always complained. Always made it personal. I can deal with "This sucks" but with her it was always "You suck." She went over my head more often than not. Even stalked me on my personal Facebook to vent about what an awful job I was doing for her precious little angel.

One day Robert came without her, much to my surprise, and let slip they were moving out of State at the end of the school year.

So I set my mind to fucking him.

It was child's play. Started casually flirting with him. He soon let slip she was working late and he wouldn't be missed. I gave him my address and told him what time to meet me. He was already in the driveway waiting for me. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. The living room couch was as far as we got. He'd came over once a week after that. Every Wednesday when she was scheduled to work late.

The last time they came to a conference I pulled him into a janitor's closet while his wife was talking to one of my colleagues. I got what I needed in under a minute. I had his cum inside me as his wife proceeded to apologize for the way she had treated me for the last year. Had she done that a bit earlier...

Dated this guy about a year prior and he broke it off. Ghosted me. I assumed he met someone else. About a year later he reached back out and we got to texting. He confirmed he had met someone else, she just moved far away, and he had joined her for the trip expecting lots of goodbye sex that never came. He was now on a plane coming back and I was the one he could message for free from the airplane WiFi.

Jokingly, I said, “So you just need a wet hole?”

”Yes.”

I‘d wanted more from him before, I thought he was cool enough to be in a real relationship with, but the honesty in his answer aroused me. So I gave him what he wanted. We sexted for a bit, until his plane landed, then I gave him my new door code.

He was on top of and inside me two minutes after walking in the door. I was super wet from the sexting and he just slipped right in. A few minutes later I was even wetter when he nutted inside me.

He used me again a few minutes later and I rode him the next morning. Both times he came inside me.

Then I got ghosted again. Worth it. 🤷🏼‍♀️

We were at a family function at my parent's house when I had to head back down the street to ours to pick up some condiments. When I walked in the house I heard moaning upstairs and went to see what it was. Bizarrely I thought it was one of our dogs having a bad dream.

I walked in the bedroom just in time to see my husband pull away from my younger sister, who was leaning over our bed, and witnessed a gob of his cum fall out of her. He made eye contact with me as I turned away and left the room. Halfway down the hallway, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to him. He bit my ear and said, "Do you want me to fuck you like I fucked her?"

I said nothing but gave him the slightest of nods. That was enough.

He pushed me against the wall, hiked up my sundress, pulled my panties to the side and pushed inside me. Once inside me he said, "She's still on my cock."

Three thrusts later and he came inside me. I came when I felt the first spurt of cum hit my cervix.

He pulled away immediately, like he always did, and snidely said, "She was better."

Our marriage was toxic af but I miss moments like that with him.

Our brief (six month) marriage was awful. He calls me a sociopath. I call him worse. But I still miss the way he used me.

It started after a bad fight before we got married. He wanted make up sex. I told him, “Do what you like.” He didn‘t want to. So I gave him a handjob while watching Family Guy until he came in my hand.

The next morning he started kissing my neck, poking his boner in my back, and I still wasn’t in the mood, so I told him the same thing.

This time he pushed inside me from behind and came immediately. One thrust.

I mocked him for not lasting and could tell he felt bad about it.

And that’s the way we had sex for the rest of our relationship, including our wedding night. He‘d try to initiate, I’d turn away, and he’d take what he needed. It never lasted more than 10 seconds. Usually in bed, but sometimes in the kitchen when he got home from work, he’d pull my pants down or my dress up, push inside me without saying a word, and immediately shoot his load inside me.

I never told him how hot it was being shamelessly used like a human fleshlight.

The last time we fucked was the day he moved out. Same as all the rest. He bent me over our couch, pushed inside me, came after two thrusts and pulled away from me in disgust.

I would never tell him this but if he walked in the door right now I’d submit to him. I’d hate myself and him but I’d still do it.