u/RevolutionaryPen6843

Okay, I’ve been reading this sub for months and I’m finally drunk enough (and horny enough) to post this. Throwaway for obvious reasons. I’m 24, been with my boyfriend for a little over two years. Everyone thinks I’m the sweet, put-together girlfriend I bake for his family, I dress cute, I post the aesthetic couple pics. But secretly I’ve always had this side of me that gets off on being a total slut, especially for older men who know exactly what they’re doing. Last weekend was their big quarterly party on a rooftop. Open bar, everyone loosened up, music bumping. I wore this tight black dress that makes my ass look insane and shows a little titty. My boyfriend (he’s 26) had been hyping me up to his boss David for weeks. David is 48, tall, silver hair, deep voice, married with two kids. The second he saw me he couldn’t stop staring. He was smooth about it at first compliments, lingering eye contact, hand on my lower back “by accident.” Then my boyfriend got wasted and started chatting with his bros. That’s when David leaned in close and said low in my ear, “You’re wasting your time with these boys. You need a real man to fuck you properly tonight.” My pussy instantly got wet. I laughed nervously but I didn’t move away when his fingers brushed my ass. A few minutes later I got a text from an unknown number (he’d gotten my number earlier “for work stuff”). It just said: “My office. 10 minutes. Door code 4729. Don’t make me wait, princess.” I told my boyfriend I needed to pee and slipped out. My heart was hammering the whole elevator ride up. The floor was dark and empty. I punched in the code and there he was sitting on the edge of his big wooden desk, suit jacket off, cock already out and rock hard. Thick, veiny, way bigger than my boyfriend’s. He didn’t waste time with sweet talk. He just pulled me over, yanked my dress up over my hips, ripped my little thong to the side, and bent me over the desk. He pushed in raw, no condom, one long stroke until he bottomed out. I moaned so loud I was scared security would hear. He fucked me like he owned me hard, deep, one hand pulling my hair, the other slapping my ass red. “Such a naughty little slut letting your boyfriend’s boss stretch this tight pussy,” he growled. I came so hard my knees almost gave out. He flipped me around, put my legs on his shoulders, and pounded me while looking straight into my eyes. I came again, louder. Right before he finished he asked if I was on the pill. I lied and said yes. He groaned and pumped me full. I felt every spurt. When he pulled out, his cum immediately started dripping down my thighs onto the floor. I fixed my dress the best I could, still leaking, and went back to the party like nothing happened. My boyfriend was drunk and happy, kissing my cheek, completely clueless that another man’s load was running out of me. David came down later, acting totally normal, but he gave me this knowing little smirk that made me clench. I can’t stop touching myself thinking about it. The risk, the age difference, how wrong it was… it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. I feel like such a whore and I’m not even sorry. Part of me is dying for him to call me again. The rest of me knows this could blow up my whole life.

Hey guys, throwaway for obvious reasons lol. I’m 24 and I just got out of a really shitty three-year relationship. The last few months were nonstop fighting and when we finally broke up I was an absolute wreck. Crying in my apartment, barely eating, feeling like garbage. That’s when Mark (48, divorced, lives right next door) knocked on my door one night. He said he could hear me through the wall and just wanted to check if I was okay. I looked like a mess red puffy eyes, ratty bun, tiny tank top with no bra, and sleep shorts that barely covered anything. I let him in anyway. We sat on my couch and talked for like two hours. He didn’t try to give me advice or fix me, he just listened. When I started crying again he pulled me into this big warm hug and I basically melted. He smelled so good and his hands felt really strong on my back. I don’t even know who started it but suddenly I was kissing him. He hesitated for a second, like he couldn’t believe it, then kissed me back like he meant it. Next thing I know I’m straddling him, grinding against his lap while he’s grabbing my ass. I told him I just needed to feel wanted again. He called me a pretty little thing and said I deserved better, then picked me up like I was nothing and carried me to my bedroom. He took his sweet time undressing me, kissing down my neck, my tits, my stomach… everything. When he finally pushed inside me I was soaked. He’s thick and he fucked me so deep and slow at first I was shaking. Then he flipped me over, pulled my hair, smacked my ass, and went harder. I came so fucking hard I couldn’t even think straight. After he pulled out and finished all over my back and ass, I was still horny as hell. I got on my knees and cleaned him with my mouth until he got hard again. We went two more rounds that night. The second time he had me ride him while he held my throat and kept calling me his good girl. I actually squirted for the first time in my life all over his stomach. I’ve never been that loud or that messy.

The next morning I woke up sore with hickeys everywhere and dried cum on me. He made coffee and was about to leave for work, but ended up bending me over the kitchen counter for a quick one before he left. I’ve been texting him almost every night since saying I need him again. Last night he made me wear nothing but heels and used my throat until I had tears running down my face… in the best way. I know the age gap is big and some people will think it’s weird, but I’ve never felt this wanted or this slutty and alive before. My ex never came close to making me feel like this. I’m lowkey addicted now.If you’re an older guy who knows how to properly take care of a sad, needy 24 year old who just wants to be used and praised… you already know what to do 😉

Throwaway because duh. Still can’t believe I’m posting this but I keep replaying it in my head and I need to get it out. So I’m 24, my boyfriend is 26 and he works at this kinda stuffy corporate firm. They threw their big holiday party at a nice hotel last December. Open bar, everyone in suits and dresses, vibes were high. I wore this tight little black dress that made my ass look insane and showed just enough cleavage to be dangerous. My boyfriend kept telling me how hot I looked and how all his coworkers were staring. He wasn’t wrong. His boss Mark (late 40s, tall, salt and pepper hair, married with kids) has always been super polite when I’ve met him before, but there’s this quiet intensity about him. Like he doesn’t need to say much to get respect. I’d caught him glancing at me at previous events, but nothing overt. By like 1am my boyfriend was hammered. He was half-passed out on a couch in the ballroom. Mark came over, put his hand on my lower back (which already sent a shiver through me), and said I could take my boyfriend up to his suite to chill for a bit since he had the big presidential one reserved. I said sure. The second we stepped into the elevator it felt… different. He didn’t say anything, just kept his hand on my back. When we got to the suite he poured us both a whiskey. We were talking normally for a few minutes but the air was thick. Then he looked me dead in the eyes and said, low and calm, “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined bending you over my desk.”

I laughed nervously but my heart was pounding and I was already soaked. One thing led to another and I kissed him first. Next thing I know my dress is bunched around my waist, he’s got me pressed against the huge window with the city lights behind me, fingers deep inside me. I came so hard my knees buckled and I left a little wet spot on the carpet. I felt like such a whore and it turned me on even more. He pulled his cock out (thick, heavy, definitely bigger than my boyfriend’s) and guided my head down. I sucked him like I was trying to prove something while he gripped my hair and called me a good girl. Then he bent me over the back of the couch and fucked me so deep and rough I had to bite my arm to stay quiet. He smacked my ass hard and told me I was tighter than his wife. I came twice before he pulled out and covered my tits and neck with his cum. The wildest part? While he was still catching his breath my boyfriend texted asking where I was. I was standing there with cum dripping down my chest, took a quick mirror pic (dress messy, hair wrecked, looking freshly fucked), and sent it to Mark as a “keep this” before cleaning up. Then I went downstairs, fixed my makeup in the bathroom, and told my boyfriend I’d just needed some fresh air. It’s been six months. Mark is completely normal around my boyfriend at events… but when nobody’s watching he’ll squeeze my ass or whisper filthy shit in my ear about next time. I feel guilty as hell but I also get wet every time I see him now. Part of me actually wants him to pull me into his real office one day while my boyfriend is working ten feet away. I know I’m a terrible girlfriend. But fuck… I’ve never felt this slutty and alive.

This is so embarrassing to type but I need to get it out. I'm 33, married for 8 years, and my husband is a great guy on paper pays the bills, helps with the house but he hasn't touched me in almost a year. I feel invisible. Lonely. Horny as hell. A few weeks ago I reconnected with this guy (24) through some mutual friends. He's nothing like my husband tall, cocky, works out, and looks at me like he actually wants me. The flirting started innocent enough through text, then it got dirty fast. I told myself I'd never actually do it... until I did. First time was in his car in a random parking lot after "coffee." I climbed on top of him in the backseat like a desperate teenager. No condom. He fucked me so hard the windows fogged up and I came twice before he filled me up. I drove home with his cum still dripping down my thighs, heart pounding, feeling like the worst wife ever... but also more turned on than I've been in years. We've hooked up three more times since. The last one was in a cheap hotel. He had me face down, ass up, hair wrapped around his fist while he pounded me and called me his "hot older slut." I squirted for the first time in my life. I left the hotel with bite marks on my tits and his cum still inside me. When my husband kissed me goodnight later, I swear he had no clue. I know this is going to blow up in my face eventually but I can't stop. The risk, the way he uses me, how much younger and harder he is... it's addictive. I keep checking my phone hoping he messages me for another round.

This all happened so fast and I feel like I'm losing my mind. A couple days ago my son's friend came over. My son was right there in the living room with his headphones on, yelling at his game. We were supposed to just be chatting in the kitchen but the vibe got really intense. Next thing I know he's following me into my bedroom. We had to be dead quiet. He bent me over the edge of my bed and fucked me super fast and hard. I was biting my pillow so hard so I wouldn't make any noise. It was terrifying and hot as hell at the same time. He finished quick, snuck back out, and my son never knew a thing. I told myself it was a stupid one-time mistake. But last night he texted me that his whole family was gone till morning. I tried to ignore it... but I ended up driving over there anyway. As soon as I walked in he pushed me against the wall and started kissing me like he was starving. We didn't even make it to his room with all our clothes on. This time we had the whole house and we went crazy. I rode him first on his bed, going slow then faster while he was grabbing my hips and tits. Then he flipped me over for doggy and pounded me so hard, pulling my hair and smacking my ass. After that he put me on my back in missionary with my legs over his shoulders it felt so deep I thought I was gonna scream. We finished in spooning, him behind me holding me tight, one hand rubbing me while he kept thrusting. We kept switching positions, trying everything we could think of. I came so many times I lost count and he finished inside me twice. We were both sweaty and exhausted by the end. I left before his parents could get back, but I keep replaying every second of it. The first time with my own son in the house and then last night with no one around... I've never been this turned on and scared at the same time. I know how bad this is. He's my son's friend. But I don't know if I can stop now.

My previous story got a little update (https://www.reddit.com/r/Incestconfessions/comments/1t4nygs/i_snuck_into_my_sons_room_again_last_night_but/)
Since you guys know I entered the room behind his back, decided to do what I had to do, I think that his friend pretended to sleep so he could listen us fucking and having a good time.

Basically, my son wanna show it to others too, but im having a problem with me being in it.
I'm trying my best to make him delete it or something but he just keeps me in the flow, horny.
Every single time I look at it, I get immediately wet, literally dripping down my thighs.

I’m 33 and a single mom. I know this is so fucked up but I can’t stop. Me and my 19 year old son have been messing around for a few months now. Last night he had his best friend (18) over gaming and the friend ended up crashing on the mattress on the floor. I tried to behave. I really did. But around 2:30 I couldn’t take it anymore. I went down the hall in just a tank top and panties, heart beating out of my chest. Slowly opened the door. My son was in his bed, friend dead asleep facing the wall.

The second I got under the covers my son woke up and just grabbed me. We started kissing heavy and quiet. His hands were everywhere. I kept looking over at his friend the whole time, terrified he’d wake up. That fear made me so wet it was ridiculous. I went down on my son first, slow and careful not to make sounds. He was rock hard. After a couple minutes he pulled me up and I got on top. Moved my panties to the side and slid down on him. We fucked so slow and deep so the bed wouldn’t creak. Every little noise his friend made in his sleep made me clench so hard. I had my face buried in my son’s neck biting my lip the whole time. When he came inside me I almost couldn’t stay quiet. I stayed on him for a minute feeling it leak out, then kissed him and snuck back out like nothing happened. This morning they were both acting completely normal at breakfast. I’m still shaking thinking about it. My son told me today he recorded the whole thing on his phone without me even noticing. Just knowing that video exists has me going crazy right now. I probably shouldn’t even be posting this but I had to tell someone. This is getting way too risky but I don’t know how to stop.

I’m 33. For the past couple of weeks, after my husband falls asleep, I quietly go to my step-son’s room. He waits for me every time. We fuck almost silently sometimes slow and passionate, sometimes rough and fast. Last night he fucked me doggy style while I moaned into his pillow. He came so much it leaked everywhere. I know this is risky but I’m completely addicted.

I’m 33. For the past couple of weeks, after my husband falls asleep, I quietly go to my step-son’s room. He waits for me every time. We fuck almost silently sometimes slow and passionate, sometimes rough and fast. Last night he fucked me doggy style while I moaned into his pillow. He came so much it leaked everywhere. I know this is risky but I’m completely addicted.