u/untoldlegacie

I’m sitting home alone feeling jealous, a little humiliated and turned on. This was my fantasy to explore which she was reluctant to go along with until she met the guy in a run club she meets up with. She brought the idea up to me, telling me she met someone who she’d be willing to try meeting if I still wanted it to happen. We agreed that she’d reach out on social media and see where things went. They messaged for a few weeks. She casually mentioned that she’d been sending him pictures and they were going to make plans. She was so insanely gorgeous and nervous the first night out. We text a little during but when she came home, a little buzzed, she was upset that he didn’t try anything with her even though the sexual chemistry was so strong. She put so much effort and energy into tonight, even modeled different outfits for him to pick. I was a second thought for this entire week.

I’ve jerked off three times to the single text/picture she sent of her topless with her top pulled down. She was sitting in a booth with a cocktail on the table.

The agreement is that she’ll call or text for permission to do anything involving sucking his cock or more.

I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe I just need to get it out.
We separated for a while, worked things out, and moved back in together. On the surface it’s better. Routine. Sometimes warm. But I’m still lonely as hell lying next to him. I don’t respect him the way I used to. Something’s just… gone.
And the sex is… disappointing.
He finishes so fast it’s almost sad. I’m barely getting into it and he’s already done, breathing hard, looking proud of himself. His smaller size never used to bother me. Now I feel every inch of how little it is. The short thrusts, how quickly it softens. When he rolls off I just lay there, still turned on and completely unsatisfied.
Then I do something that feels both cruel and necessary. I roll over, take his soft little cock in my mouth and slowly lick it clean while looking up at him. In a quiet, almost sweet voice I tell him I need a real man’s cock… one that can stay hard for me. Sometimes I joke that I should just lock his up so he stops teasing me with something that can’t actually finish the job. He laughs it off, but I can see it land.
What he doesn’t know is that while we were apart I didn’t stay alone. I found younger, in-shape guys with thick cocks who could actually last. Guys who would use me for hours and keep me full and shaking. I never told him and I don’t plan to. But every time he finishes quick and I end up licking him clean while telling him what I really need, those nights come back. It makes his efforts feel even smaller.
I’m still here. Still trying. But I’m lonely, unsatisfied, and carrying that secret while he thinks everything is fine.

Please, no DM’s from guys.

We were in Mexico with my sister and her best girlfriend last weekend. Amazing weather, all
Inclusive so the drinks were flowing and sexy bodies everywhere. I’m proud of my figure but also a little prude at home so I was excited to wear a thong and show off some, so was my recently divorced sister. It was meant to be a girls trip but we had a last minute cancellation so I invited my husband since the golfing is apparently great.

On the second day a tall, fit, extremely handsome guy approaches all three of us and starts up a conversation. We’re all drunk and hes hot so we all just kinda crowd around him in the pool and enjoy. At some point I am leaning against him between his legs and yes I knew what I was doing but liked the attention, when my husband calls my name. I’m shocked to see him but his time was incorrectly booked or something and he’s clearly mad. He tells me to come out of the pool and back to the room with him. I feel my new friends hand on my lower back and tell him to go get dressed and join us, turning back to my girls and him. He can’t get in since he’s in golf attire and keeps telling me what to do which is embarrassing but then tall and handsome just pulls me against his chest and smiles at me. I tell my husband I’m fine and hope to see him later down here. His hands are exploring and I do not care after being yelled at. He storms off and a tirade of texts calling me names explodes on my watch. We continue flirting and my sister and friend are all having a great time! When my husband finally came back down we were on the beach and all of us girl topless along with our new friend.

We’d eventually leave my husband and drink some
more. He slept with my sister that night in be room. I was there for some and loved every minute of seeing his body. Ugh.

I did fool around with her friend though with them
On the other bed. Loved that.

Would prefer to hear from ladies

He’s 23. We host a summer cookout at our house each year for his employees. This year he told me a newly hired guy would be able to help me with setting everything up. To his word, a very innocent looking, very attractive man half my age came knocking Friday morning, the day before the event. We spent most of the day running errands, setting up tables, food prep, etc. when we were done we were tired but had this amazing chemistry going on. I offered him a drink and to come relax. 3 or 4 drinks later I am fully out of my mind and intent on going full blown Mrs. Robinson. I tell him I need his opinion and disappeared to put on the skimpiest bikini I own then strolled in with some soft worrisome question about how my husband, his boss says it’s too inappropriate for tomorrow (it’s so inappropriate). I’m in his lap next and wow! He’s huge. I can feel it through his pants. There was little resistance when I dropped to my knees or when I took him to our bedroom, where he kept me for 2 hours. My legs were numb, this poster child of innocence broke me..I was calling him daddy by the end.

That was my life back then. I was conditioned to get hard whenever she needed me to, even though I rarely came. Twice a day turned into four times, then six, then eight. She’d wake me up in the middle of the night and early in the morning. She’d call me home from work in the middle of the day, demanding I leave early or have sex with her right there in the car parked outside my office.
But that’s in the past now.
These days, I’m looking to talk to a married woman. Someone who understands the weight of complicated desires, the thrill of stolen moments, and the need for an escape that stays strictly in the shadows.

\*notAbot

That was my life back then. I was conditioned to get hard whenever she needed me to, even though I rarely came. Twice a day turned into four times, then six, then eight. She’d wake me up in the middle of the night and early in the morning. She’d call me home from work in the middle of the day, demanding I leave early or have sex with her right there in the car parked outside my office.
But that’s in the past now.
These days, I’m looking to talk to a married woman. Someone who understands the weight of complicated desires, the thrill of stolen moments, and the need for an escape that stays strictly in the shadows.

*notAbot

I’m a happily married man who has done very well in my career. I’ve been with the same company for 7 years as a Sr. Director. We recently acquired a smaller firm and I’ve been onsite with them this week finalizing new team structures. Tonight is my last night so I took a small group out for dinner and drinks. One of the new team members, a younger blond in her mid 20’s is a trans woman whom I suddenly found very attractive and flirtatious tonight after most people had left. we ended up getting a few more drinks and ended up back at my hotel room. She knew at this point I’d never done anything like this, was married, etc. as soon as the door closed she dropped to her knees and started blowing me, looking at me in the eyes the entire time. I came shamefully fast which I was fine with since I figured things would slow down but she stood up, dropped her dress and laid on the bed…with a smile she said it was her turn. She was small, maybe 5 inches and it was so soft. For the next 10 minutes I let her guide me on what to do, she had me going so slowly, telling me to kiss the tip and go slowly so I could relax. Eventually she sped up and at the end started to thrust, holding my head down when I started to gag some when she came.

That was my life back then. I was conditioned to get hard whenever she needed me to, even though I rarely came. Twice a day turned into four times, then six, then eight. She’d wake me up in the middle of the night and early in the morning. She’d call me home from work in the middle of the day, demanding I leave early or have sex with her right there in the car parked outside my office.
But that’s in the past now.
These days, I’m looking to talk to a married woman. Someone who understands the weight of complicated desires, the thrill of stolen moments, and the need for an escape that stays strictly in the shadows.

*notAbot

We have a lake house, nothing fancy, and a boat we keep wet docked. Last month my son and I went for 4 days to work on some projects. Lots of works been needed. The first evening we started drinking and took the boat out. Neither of us had a suit on, we were just going to cruise some but the drinks continued. Eventually I had to pee and he jokes that it was the water or my pants. Feeling bold, I undressed and jumped in thinking he’d just look away. When I got back into the boat he took off quickly, forcing me to sit down still nude. He powered through the water like this for a bit before stopping and asking if I’d stay like this.

God I regret it but I said yes.

Have any other moms felt like this?

I’m not here trying to juggle a bunch of chats. I’d honestly just love to find one married woman who clicks and wants the same thing: fun, open conversations that actually feel exciting again… the kind that start innocent and easily slide into flirty, naughty territory.
I miss those random texts throughout the day—ridiculous banter, flirty back-and-forth, or just venting about the everyday chaos. And yeah, those late-night messages where you finally share the dirty little thoughts you usually keep to yourself. Nothing better than glancing at your phone and feeling that spark because it lit up with their name.
A bit about me: I’m more comfy in a broken-in t-shirt than anything fancy. Dark wavy hair, a few tattoos, staying in shape, and plenty of sarcasm. Laid-back guy who can get a little inappropriate when the vibe’s right.
If you’re a married woman looking for that low-pressure connection—someone to trade laughs, flirty vibes, or whatever flows naturally (including the spicy stuff)—I’m all in. Kids, no kids, whatever your situation is, zero judgment. Life’s already complicated enough.
To skip the small talk: What cracked you up today, or what’s your most irrational pet peeve?
P.S. We’ve both got real lives. Let’s just enjoy some good conversation, keep it fun, and see where the chemistry takes us—no pressure, no drama.

*notAbot

I’m not trying to build up a massive roster of chats here—I really just want to find that one person I actually click with.
I miss having someone to text throughout the day, whether we’re trading ridiculous banter, flirting, or just sharing the boring, everyday stuff. It’d be nice to look down at my phone lighting up and actually feel that spark of excitement again.
As for me, I run my own business, which keeps me busy and traveling about once a month, though I’m definitely the type who prefers a broken-in t-shirt to a pressed collar. I've got dark wavy hair, a few tattoos, in shape ,and a healthy dose of sarcasm. I’m a mix of laid-back and a little inappropriate when it’s appropriate.
Bonus points if you’ve got kids of your own (so you already get the chaotic energy of family life) and still have the bandwidth for a real conversation after a long day. I’m drawn to women who are funny, kind, and have a bit of a mischievous streak. If the chemistry is firing, I’m down for some flirty , NSFW-ish fun—but the actual connection would be there first.
To skip the small talk: Tell me something that cracked you up today, or name your most irrational pet peeve.
P.S. Just to clear the air—I’m not looking to play the knight in shining armor, and I’m definitely not looking for a damsel in distress. Neither of us needs to overhaul our lives. Let’s just enjoy each other and have some fun along the way.

*notAbot

One does not know about the other for starters. I met them both on a dating app and never imagined that I’d find one younger girl let alone two that are home for the summer and so conveniently close. They are both beautiful but also very different. One is very shy to the point of it being cute and the other girl is an athlete, and enjoys being in more control. I get so turned on by the idea that I’ll be submitting to a girl almost half my age before she comes over or while we’re sexting at night. I know it’s going to be a summer fling but I haven’t felt this so alive and pleased in ages. The athlete has mentioned a possible threesome with a guy she’s dating when he comes to visit. Husband has no idea.

I’ve told my husband so many times that I want him to be in control. I want to feel his hands toss me on the bed, tell me I’m his dirty slut who needs to be punished, to suck him and feel my ass
Smacked…and that’s just the light stuff!

But he won’t, he wants to cuddle basically. He has a Chasity fantasy that I’ve finally agreed to but intel’s him I need just the opposite. I begged him to indulge me and my needed to feel controlled and used. Instead, we bought him 3 cages before finding the right one.

I hold his key and a 7 inch black toy most nights. I don’t care if he watches now really. I tell him how much I need a real man if he’s there. Ugh!

We’ve been together for 20 years and affect life is certainly had it ups and downs. We’ve tried many things some have worked in some haven’t. Recently she’s discovered a new kink or fantasy about watching me go down on another guy. Every time we’re intimate together, she talks about watching me and wants me to tell her what I would do while she watched. Watching how turned on she gets is the only reason I’ve kept doing it for her even though sometimes I’ve asked her if we could slow down once she started asking if I would ever do it in real life. Part of me wants to do this for her since she’s done so much for me, but unsure the lasting consequences.

My son came home from college last week. His dad has been traveling for work so it was just us around the house and for some reason I found myself wearing more and more provocative clothing. It feels like it’s been so long since somebody’s eyes appreciated my body and I didn’t want to stop. I feel horrible since I kept letting it happen in this evening he asked if I would wear the sundress from Sunday again. I said yes and asked if he wanted me to change now. He said yes so I went upstairs to change, this time without my panties on to prevent any underwear lines.

I felt so insignificant and ignored by my own son when he didn’t tell his mom how good she looked or thanked me for changing the outfit for him.

I still don’t know why it triggered me so much but standing in the kitchen, I pulled the dress up making sure he saw that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I told him that this was just for him and see if he wanted it to be. He just stared at me as I walked over and got down on my knees and unzipped his pants. Every part of my being was screaming to stop and I have no idea why I need to do what I was doing, but I was so thirsty for attention it took over.

There’s just something about watching him squirm and looking at me for approval as the knees down in front of the guy that I brought home to unbuckle his pants. He’ll ask me if this is necessary to keep me happy. He’ll fill my hands on the back of his head as I tell him that if he can’t get this man off, I will. I’ll come watching him try. He knows the door will close behind him as he takes me into our bedroom, but he’ll still try so hard to please.

My husband and I both went to a smaller art school on the East Coast. Half the campus will pack up on the weekends and the other half of too far away to make the trip. Our school is big enough for everybody didn’t necessarily know everybody but before I was a sophomore, I’ve heard of the size of this man’s cock. More than a handful of my sorority sisters slept with him as as well as as my best friend college, and her boyfriend at the time went down on him while she watched. It wasn’t if I was a senior that we’d meet in the gym begin hanging out and eventually seriously date. I learned that he slept at the multiple teachers and so many of my friends that even today it’s something that comes up when we all get together for a reunion. My best friend’s now husband, then boyfriend who sucked his cock refuses to be in the same room as him even though only a few of us know why and less care. I joked that I like, watching him with another man, but most get to intimidated.

After Covid, I started cutting hair from our house. We don’t have kids and I’ve made a salon in one of our guest rooms. Most of my appointments are in the morning or early afternoon while my husband is at work. Been in between jobs over the last year so money has been tight. My clients range from early 20s to 60s, both male and female most of which I’ve been with for over one year I started selectively, offering to get naked while I cut their hair to make extra money. At first, I felt a little ashamed doing it, but actually found myself really enjoying the attention that I get from both my men and women clients, all of whom are married! Who would my clients live in our neighborhood and our friends with my husband, but that kept our secret which I think is a little sexy when we’re all out in public.

Recently, I’ve let it go a little bit further with two of my Mail clients and one of my married female clients. The woman just likes my nipples while I sit in her lap and she drinks a glass of wine. I let more happen with the guys