u/YesterdayThick2729

Yes, you guessed it right.

My husband left half an hour ago to Delhi for a 3 day business trip, and as a ritual, after he leaves, I'm here, satisfying my lust and my cheating kink.

Looking forward to hearing from you guys. Maybe we talk, discuss things leading to something further more.

Cheaters get the first preference.

Bi-women, wives who love cheating on their partners, you're welcome.

BLANK, LOCKED PROFILES WILL BE IGNORED.

Yours,
M.

I come here time to time, sometimes frequently, but only when my husband is on a business tour.

He was already on one for last two days, but I couldn't be here earlier. Now he's due to come tomorrow and today and tonight is my alone time where I plan to make the most use of such opportunities.

If you are someone with a cheating kink, or already cheating on your partners, we are in the same boat.

More preference to wives, who love to cheat on their husbands, even more if they're bi like me.

Blank, locked profiles will be ignored. See you on the other side.

Yours,
M.

After somewhat of a long and tiring week, both my husband and I really needed to get relaxed, have our us-time.

It all started with him opening a bottle of French white wine from Alsace, our bedroom balcony where a small coffee table and two chairs are arranged, just to paint a picture.

One glass down, the talks gradually shifted from work-stress, investments to family, some of the old jokes, our escapades everything.

Two glasses down, I was slowly untying my robe while we were talking as I saw a bulge rising up in his shorts. As a rule of thumb, when it's only us in our bedroom, no one wears any undergarments. Slowly his eyes shifted from my eyes, to my lips, then a bit lower on my collarbone, drifting further lower to the now open gap in the robe.

Three glasses down, my robe was open, his shorts were down and I was rubbing his cock between my feet. It had been a long time since we had done this. The look and expression on his face due to the friction created, when my feet brushed against the tip of his cock were exceptional.

Four glasses down, the robe was pooling at my waist, my hips were wide and I was sitting on top of him in his chair, his girthy cock deep inside me. We didn't need any lube at that point as I was already dripping wet with all this buildup. The slow and intimate movement of my hips, the way our lips met, such that his tongue was in my mouth and vice versa. My one hand scratching his back while his was fondling my boobs.

Eventually it was our sweaty bodies grinding against each other's, with devil whispering in his ears, finally led to him finishing inside me. And ohhh my myy...the warmth creeping up inside my pussy, mixed with my juices was just sensational. I did not clean it, just took a pill before heading to sleep.

Yours,

M.

After somewhat of a long and tiring week, both my husband and I really needed to get relaxed, have our us-time.

It all started with him opening a bottle of French white wine from Alsace, our bedroom balcony where a small coffee table and two chairs are arranged, just to paint a picture.

One glass down, the talks gradually shifted from work-stress, investments to family, some of the old jokes, our escapades everything.

Two glasses down, I was slowly untying my robe while we were talking as I saw a bulge rising up in his shorts. As a rule of thumb, when it's only us in our bedroom, no one wears any undergarments. Slowly his eyes shifted from my eyes, to my lips, then a bit lower on my collarbone, drifting further lower to the now open gap in the robe.

Three glasses down, my robe was open, his shorts were down and I was rubbing his cock between my feet. It had been a long time since we had done this. The look and expression on his face due to the friction created, when my feet brushed against the tip of his cock were exceptional.

Four glasses down, the robe was pooling at my waist, my hips were wide and I was sitting on top of him in his chair, his girthy cock deep inside me. We didn't need any lube at that point as I was already dripping wet with all this buildup. The slow and intimate movement of my hips, the way our lips met, such that his tongue was in my mouth and vice versa. My one hand scratching his back while his was fondling my boobs.

Eventually it was our sweaty bodies grinding against each other's, with devil whispering in his ears, finally led to him finishing inside me. And ohhh my myy...the warmth creeping up inside my pussy, mixed with my juices was just sensational. I did not clean it, just took a pill before heading to sleep.

Yours,

M.