r/CruelCheatingStories

Life has gone well. I have a decent job, good income, and good clients in my business. I met my girlfriend two years ago, and let’s be real, I wouldn’t have gotten her if I weren’t in my current financial position lol

She works in sales at a car agency and is fairly attractive. The thing is that, sometimes, when guys hit on her I get turned on only if they are modest. The way they look at her drives me crazy and I just imagine all the things they’d do to her.

I’m sure most of them also have bigger dicks than I do and that turns me on. Does anyone else have this feeling?

I've been dating my boyfriend (22M) for a few years now. Everything about our relationship had been great so far. He has always complained about his mm (42F) and her dating life to me. More so after she started dating her current boyfriend (49M), because he's a cop and he had actually detained my boyfriend in the past for bs reasons according to him. Also because he's the typical douchy frat guy and we both hate that generally. But one time, after I met him during a small bbq they had for his mm's bday. He just came up to me and hit on me when my boyfriend was busy on the grill. I dont know why but I just played along, I guess out of morbid curiosity. He ended up convincing me to give him my number and he would text me every night for the next month. Basically trying to get me to at least sext with him and sending me pics of his boner through his boxers. I really don't know why, but last week I just decided to play along one more time and started sexting with him. It became a daily thing for the entire week. He even convinced me to basically have phone sex with him one time and send him pictures of me on my underwear. I've seen him jerk off to me on camera and videos, but he's never seen me naked at least.

I have been cheating on my bitch wife for 20plus years. Over the last few years it has slowed down a lot so in turn I have been trying to get guys to hit on her in public and or reach out to her on social media to try to fuck her.

There is no shortage of men who want to fuck her, I am always looking for men to seduce her when she is out on her own but finding the right guy is tough. I prefer married men because they know how to keep a secret but is married guys can’t get away that easily. I have even looked for me who works with her and I have found a couple of them. One of the guys is an IT guy and he has even approached her in her office but we have to be careful when it goes with work stuff. He can’t lose his job due to sexual harassment so I don’t push on him too much. Plus he works at a different office so it makes it hard for him to do anything.

Now years ago my wife cheated on me, I’m not 100% sure she did but I’m about 99.9% she did and once a cheater, always a cheater. She maybe a total prude bitch towards sex with me, but she wasn’t with those other guys and couples when she was chatting with them.

As of now, there is a guy who I suck off here and there that I am trying to get to fuck my wife. Last time he came by the house I was sucking his dick and streaming videos of my wife on the tv for him to watch. He cummed so fucking hard down my throat and I just kept sucking him until he gave me his second load.

I share pics of my wife to a few guys we are acquainted with. They all jerk to her pics and when we are at certain events and they are there, I’m sending them pics of her to them to tease them. The last guy to do this was just a couple of weeks ago and he went to the restroom and sent me some vids of him stroking this thick cock in a stall.

Im f 44 my marriage was something I was always proud of because of how loving my husband is to me and he is a great role model to the two kids we have. My work requires me to travel often and for the past 10 years i have been cheating on these trips. I feel ashamed and guilty every time I’m back home but in the moments it’s like I’m a whole new person. My second child that I have had is not my husband’s and this guilt has been eating me alive. Idk if I should just quit my job and find something that doesn’t not require me to travel so i dont get these nasty sexual urges.

I met him on the affairstx subreddit about 5 months ago. We clicked immediately. Our first time we met up almost fell through due to a flat tire and me starting my period. But he didn’t care. He had towels ready. We fucked three days in a row.

Since then he’s made me cum more times than I can count. In every hole. He treats me like a slut while simultaneously being so patient and gentle with me as he introduces me to new things. We have a standing weekly meet up that I look forward to every single time and leave fully satisfied and sore. He is not my first affair, but he is hands down the most incredible sexual partner I’ve ever had and I’m so grateful we get to be each other’s escapes.

This weekend was my wedding anniversary and I was able to be with him, uninterrupted, for a couple hours while my husband was home preparing for our anniversary dinner.

My AP made me cum at least 4 times, though it’s hard to tell for sure since I lose count when I squirt. He kissed me and wished me a happy anniversary while he slid inside me filling me so perfectly. And now I’m laying in bed at the end of the day, watching our secret little videos we take and playing with my pussy. Craving him. Constantly craving him. He’s a perfect lover. And I’m the luckiest unfaithful wife out there.

Don’t give up yall. Reddit can suck in so many ways when you’re looking for that perfect secret affair partner. But sometimes you find that needle in the haystack. And then you get to have incredible sex on your anniversary with someone other than your spouse.

My wife used to go to her moms pretty much every Friday or Saturday night and would be out till 1am on average. As soon as she would leave I was already looking for my hook ups to come by.

One of my kinks was exhibition so I would open our front door wide open, we had a glass storm door and I would open our front windows. I would have the lights off and pretty much get fully naked and stroke while searching for someone to come by. Once someone came by we would leave everything open and he would suck my cock, sometimes fuck. It was dark so you couldn’t see inside anyways but it’s still hot.

Made a Bad Bet while on a trip with my Wife. Should have been a sure thing, but I was High, and I Lost Bad...

My Wife and I were on vacation for 2+ weeks with family, had a shared living room, loud bed, so my wife decided no sex. On the last day we dropped family at the airport, I took edibles, and we went to play mini golf. Before the 8th hole I was 7 strokes up, and we were waiting for a group to finish when my wife proposed a Lil Bet! Basically, if I win I got unlimited Creampies the minute we flew home. But if she won, she could get 3 Creampies from her Bull!

Long story short, she started flashing her pussy every hole going, "don't you miss that baby?" My edibles kicked in way too hard, she got a Hole in 1 on the 12th hole, I got a 6 on the 16th hole, and she beat me by 2 strokes...

Skip to last Thursday, I go to pee at half time and she's in the bathroom getting all done up. I ask why, she tells me, "Oh sorry," and that her Bull is coming over. I smoke, come downstairs, and they're already making out.

At first it was the same as always, just without a condom. She got on her knees, he sat down, and once he got hard she sat on him facing me trying to tease me and make me jealous... But then he got her on her back, they started making out, and the vibe just completely changed! And I realized, we hadn't fucked in over a month...

My Wife and I have been swingers for over 10 years, I've seen her Cum A Lot before! But through it all, the most I've ever seen her Cum is - With Me During Intimate Love Making! And she's always told me, I've been her best! But right from the start, I Have Never Seen, or Heard, ANYTHING, like what I witnessed from my Wife that night!

Instantly it was like I wasn't there... Her hands went between holding onto him, and holding onto various parts of our couch, like she was on a roller coaster trying not to fall off. Initially, her legs couldn't decide between being locked tightly against the top of his ass or popping open as wide as she could fully extended them. And then, idk how else to explain it other than, it looked like he just started Milking My Wife's Pussy, Deep Down in this 1 Spot!

First you could hear it, then you could see it! Her Pussy Lips Stopped Gripping his Cock, and her Pussy Pooled up with Wet Milky Cum... One droplet dripped down her asshole, then another, until within seconds her asshole was just soaked! Each time he went inside her, it was like a spray bottle being squirt! They Made a Puddle in my couch!

Near the end she got so sensitive every time he humped her she would literally shake/spasm, making sounds I've never heard from her before. And as I thought to myself, "She's gonna tap out for the first time," She Bellows Out - "Go Harder!" As he proceeds to fuck the living life out of my Wife until he Creampies So Deep inside of Her...

I have Never seen my wife that Fuck Drunk in my entire Life! Later, I asked her if that was the best orgasm she ever had in her life? She like hiccupped a giggle, looked directly down, and said "What!? ...Babe, I love you, Stop..."

It's only been 3 Days since, and she's already asked me multiple times when he can come back for Creampie #2...

I work late shift and have been a cop for the past 10 years. Always worked lates and love it. My wife would send me updates some nights while im at work up until about midnight which is when I assumed she would fall asleep.

On the 4th of July night, I received a video from her which was rare because she said she doesnt send me those while im at work. Well I opened the it and it was a video of her with her legs wide open on our bed and rubbing her clit while moaning my best friends name and how she needed his giant cock. As soon as I closed out of the video, I noticed the video showed up as a delete text. I didn't bring it up and she didn't follow up. Honestly I dont want to approach her about it because I was so hard at work and leaking precum. Im going golfing with my best friend today and gonna look out to see if he gets any videos or texts throughout the round hoping it's her.

Update: he did get some notifications on his phone throughout the round but I was unable to see what it was. When I got home she we fucked and she felt like she had been wet all day.. Just wish this takes off quicker into a more intense and intimate thing for future.

I 39m the wife is 40m AP is 20, my wife and i had an accidental pregnancy.DID NOT expect one at our age, has not stopped my fun though. I have been planning to cheat while shes in labor. 3 days before and 3 days after my AP requested off from work. I made sure I was " scheduled" to work during that time. So when I get the call shes in labor I can go fuck her while my wifes im active labor.

Most of the times me and my girlfriend goes out clubbing, some of her friends join us.
Anma is my GFs best friend, a dominant petite girl that usually gets what she wants.

This night it felt different, changed. My girlfriend was radiant, she had more energy than ever before, and was dressed so fucking hot.
Later that night my girlfriend ended up at the dance floor with some randoms. I was going to head over to her when Anna held me back.
"He's making his move," she whispered to me, while smiling to me.
She was hinting to the stranger that suddenly held his arms around my girlfriend , while she shaked her ass against his crotch.

I watched, a strange mix of anticipation and something else I couldn't quite name swirling within me. My girlfriend was already smiling, her head tilted just so. I met her eyes across the crowded dance floor, a silent question hanging between us. My lips sealed, thinking, I gave her a nod – the green light. Her eyes sparkled, a thrill evident, and she turned back, a playful challenge in her stance. The music swelled, and their dance began to be dirtier and dirtier.

The night escallated as I knew it would. They left the club, hand in had like a couple. I followed at a discreet distance behind them. Outside our apartment building, I hesitated. As I did not want to bother them, I waited on the neighbours stairs for over 30minutes, it felt like an eternity.
I could not wait anymore, the impatience finally got me to action. I slipped inside our apartment, full of nerves.

The apartment was dark, but the sounds… they were undeniable. A rhythmic sound through the hallway of muffled gasps, her distinct moans, and a clapping noice of him thrusting her with all his force.

I tried to walk silently to our guest bedroom while my heart was pounding. When I finally got to the guest bedroom, I made sure to not close the door all the way so I could listen better to the sounds.

The raw, primal sounds from the other room became a rough beating soundtrack, each thrust of his cock pounding my girlfriends pussy I could feel in my body. I started to slowly jerk myself to the noises. I closed my eyes, the rhythm guiding my hand, the noices, my thought running wild and the tension made me cum instantly. I layed there with cum on the bedsheets next to me for some time, just listening.

Then some rough manly moaning followed by silence. I layed there, trying to figure out what they where doing. Then suddenly some rustling in some clothes followed by footsteps and a quiet click of the front door.

I waited, holding my breath, until the heavy silence confirmed his departure. My legs felt like jelly while creeping back into our bedroom.

My girlfriend was laying there on her stomach, with her ass uncovered and it was red by slappings. Sweat glistened on her skin, and it was clear that he had used her like a cumdump. I eased myself beside her. My fingers brushed her skin, tracing the curve of her hip.
She welcomed me to the bed with a tired, low voice.
As I tentatively explored further I started to feel her pussy with my fingers.
She was extremely wet, and had cum running down her thigh. She laughed abit and told me to finish myself because she was too exhausted. ‘’I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, sleep well’’

So for context, I posted a little bit ago about how I cheated on my boyfriend with my ex and how I didn't really feel guilty. The day after sure but after that? Nothing. I went on with my life like It was nothing. I guess the weirdest part was that I still felt this love for my boyfriend despite what I did. Well anyways I took some of the advice that y'all gave me and went for an STD checkup and found that I'm clean. I didn't have sex with my boyfriend in that time but still it was incredibly irresponsible of me to not do that so ty.

Anyways anyways, back to what happened. It’s been about a month now since that originally happened and well… it happened again. My ex texted me and after saying no he left it alone, but my dumbass urges just took over again and I texted him back. We met up again in his car and it basically played out the same as last time. We talked, we got frisky, then I rode tf outta him in his car. Then we met again a few days later, this time at his place. He wanted to do it raw but I said no and he was pushy about it. He tapped his dick on my stomach asking and asking but I finally got some self control and told him to rubber up. He was still whiny but when he saw that I was actually being serious he just went along with it. Even the comments he’d make about my boyfriend stopped, well except for his urge to constantly compare his dick size to my boyfriends but whatever.

And again, I would do all this but go home and act lovey dovey with my boyfriend after getting railed not even 12 hours earlier. I don’t know why I feel this way and some people said maybe I just miss the sex with my ex but still genuinely love my boyfriend. I gaslit myself into believing that too until just 2 days ago. I was with a longtime friend in my room just smoking like usual when we started talking about sex. Me and this friend used to casually hook up on and off and it would stop when either one of us was in a relationship.

He talked abt how his single life hook ups were and I talked abt how my bf was in bed and eventually spilled that I cheated on him with my ex. He was pretty disappointed and told me a lot of the same stuff the people on reddit told me. He asked why and if it was really just an issue in the bed and I explained that I just missed the sex and the size of my ex. Also that my bf isn't really that small I'm just used to bigger, like my ex and him.

I guess that did something for him cuz he straight up just asked "I'm bigger than ur bf?" and I said yeah. We talked more and more and he wasn't "disappointed" in me anymore and said he "gets it" cuz sometimes "girls just need something bigger" and put a hand on my thigh. This is the part where I say I swatted his hand away but I didn't. I knew it was fcked up and I knew what I was doing to my bf was terrible but I'm a weak person and gave in. I took his dick out myself and stroked it slowly with both hands. He put a hand on my head and tried making me go down but I held back and just kept stroking. I spit on it but never put it in my mouth and kept going faster and faster until he started moving funny and came.

Every nerve in my body wanted me to be cute and sexy and lick the cum off my hand but I held firm and just wiped it on his bed sheet. He left to get condoms and "recharge" and we started immediately as soon as he got back. I was shocked but he wanted to go down on me even tho I didn't on him, but I still said no. I got on my hands and knees arched back with my head on his pillow and he pulled down my shorts and just went to fcking town on me. He isn't as big as my ex but god he was railing into me like crazy. We finished up and we went to eat and drove me home. Before I got out of the car he said it was a one time thing and that he was sorry.

Now I'm just left sitting here wondering wtf is going on with my emotions. Why does my friend feel more bad than I do? He's single I'm the one that's supposed to be responsible. And I know it's bad but the thought of losing my boyfriend breaks my fcking heart. I'm such a terrible person and I know I don't deserve him and I know I'm wrong but why do I feel this way? I always struggle with showing basic emotions or basic empathy but this whole thing is making me spiral. I can already feel myself getting worse cuz duh I just fcked a friend so idk. A therapist is gonna love unpacking all of this lmao

So I had been having an extremely difficult time. I was working exceptionally hard, trying to maintain income to save and buy a house to start a family with my then gf. I started going to counselling weekly.

One day, I lost my phone somewhere. I saw hers between cushions on couch while she spoke to a neighbour at the door. I opened it and immediately found a chat with her and another guy, sexual, photos everything.

I was totally devastated. I confronted her and expected some sort of apology but nope, she said life was boring. She had checked out a long time ago and liked this new guy. She was happy it was out so she could "finally be with him". She was also having sex while I was at counselling, working for our future. She literally packed and left over the course of a month. Openly being dropped home by him, having convos in front of me with him. Last I saw her posting pics of them kissing.

This sub has been littered with totally unrelated posts that have nothing to do with cruel cheating stories. Filled with AI slop, fake stories, cuck fantasies, and stories that are fake and have nothing to do with cruel cheating.

Had a post in my city about being taken and looking for a girl who doesn’t mind that or who is also taken. Basically I’ve got a huge cheating kink. This one girl reached out to me saying she was in a relationship but that her bf never fucks her etc. we chatted for a bit and exchanged pics. Wayyy hotter than I was expecting since most of the responses were not my type. I’m a tall handsome fit white guy so attraction was important to me.

After a few weeks of messaging she agreed to come by after her work shift and before she headed home. Told her bf she had to stay late. Tight little petite Filipino girl. Perfect body, great ass, and knew how to ride a cock :) since then we’ve been sneakily linking up once or twice a month. Things have progressed to fucking raw (one time she reached down and ripped the condom off while riding me and I about busted just from that sight) she tells me how badly she likes being filled w my cum right before she goes home to her bf. I once met her outside her apt and we fucked in her car while her bf was inside studying or something. So fucking hot.

Now I’m addicted to this cheating thing and I can’t stop. She always teased me when we are fucking asking where my gf is and if I love her pussy more than my girls. At this point I think I do. The thrill is just too much fun and I don’t think I’ll get over it.

There are few sober moments in life that radically change a person’s outlook on themselves, specifically in the way taking psychedelics might. One of them, I believe, is getting cuckolded for the first time. One way or another, the neurons inside your head are about to be rearranged.

Like taking a serious psychedelic, the results aren’t guaranteed. When a man is subjected to that indignity and it’s not in his nature to find a perverse pleasure in it, then the event becomes naturally traumatic, even in retrospect. Plenty of men have pressured their accommodating wives into this lifestyle, only to find their masculinity and self-worth the victim of it.

As a Bull, I view introducing new couples to this lifestyle a little like how I view handing someone a psychedelic that they’ve never tried before. I know they’re probably going to have a good time, but on the rare chance that something complicates the night, I know I have to assume some responsibility. It’s my job to at least create the safe environment that would be conducive to a “good trip”. In this sense, there’s almost something shamanistic about being a good Bull. You can’t just dispense the drug, you have to dose it carefully based on the couple’s tolerance.

(Yes, my cock is the drug.)

Sometimes, this sense of responsibility compels me to alert the cuck before I know a point of no return is crossed. I’ve bent wives over my knee and fingered them while telling their husbands to consider what happens next very carefully. As they watched my finger-tips gradually start to glisten, I let them think real hard about this choice. Once my cock is inside her, the nature of their relationship will change forever. Now’s the last chance to get cold feet.

I’ve felt it necessary to remind them that the image of their wife on her knees is going to pop into their head sometimes when they kiss her on the lips, and that’ll never go away. That’s a stain they’ll just have to live with. Before I do that, I want the cuck to look me in my eyes and tell me that he understands what kind of man he is, and what kind of man I am. I want to know he’s ready to face this truth and not back done from it.

The final test comes at the end, though. When the sex is over, and the wife is laying there spent and exhausted, with my cum slowly drying on her face. The first time a woman indulges this fantasy, I don’t think it’s uncommon for her to suddenly feel a wave of dread when it’s all over. A worry that they’ll become somehow perceived as tainted, or a fear that they’ve committed a real act of betrayal, or just a concern that they’ve jeopardized their relationship. While I’m fishing around the room for my clothes and getting dressed, I want to see the cuck reassure his wife that she has nothing to feel guilty about.

I’d tell him to make out with her, like he did the first night he realized that she loved him back. Show her that he’ll still worship her, even while her face is glazed with warm cum. I don’t care if the cuck has already decided that this will be a onetime thing that will never be repeated. Loving her in this moment is his responsibility.

And then, probably after putting my jeans on, I’d tell the husband to start eating his wife out. Let her lay there, catching her breath, while he reminds her that she’s his everything. By the time I put my shoes on and was ready to leave, I’d want her to know that her husband isn’t the kind of beta cuck who’s going to take his insecurities out on her later. I’ll make him show her that he accepts the reality he’s just been shown, even if it means having to ignore the taste of my load. When I close the bedroom door and leave, I want to know that everyone learnt what they needed to from this trip.

When i fresh got into my current Realtionship i realized quickly that my GF and her Bestie often have Sex and somehow this was integrated in our Realtionship and pretty „normal“.

But NOW her bestie has a BF herself and is pregnant and dont wanna stop fucking with us and we are all pretty sure that shes pregnant from me and not her BF but he thinks that. And everytime when she is over she wants go Home still filled and drippy and even she wants her Face coverd so her BF sees it but she says him its whatever.

Im so Confused cause its fucking hot but lowkey F to her BF.

Alright, this is something I have to get off my chest. I’m feeling insecure also kinda turned on and at the end I really don’t want anything to happen because I’ll go crazy.

My friend Casper of 7 years and I lived together for about a year in the past. He’s a pretty tall guy and I know he was packing and he had a game. When I had a different girl at the time she used to spend time with me at my apartment, even when I wasn’t home and when it was just them in apartment I knew there was nothing to worry about. You know it when you know.

But that was few years back. My gf now , haven’t been around Casper often, maybe once or twice , but honestly I could tell that I also didn’t have to worry about him going behind my back with her. He’s a player , he’d if there’s a green light but otherwise, no.

Last weekend my friend Juan (pretty well off guy) rented a cabin in Lacey, WA . It was him , his gf , some of other friends of his as well, me, my gf , Casper and Casper’s girl he’s seeing but not dating I guess.

We were swimming all day. ,drinking and smoking and then late at night we were just sitting and smoking again.

It was my gf and I who decided to go to dock and do skinny dipping. Others couldn’t see us that good , and even if they did it wouldn’t be a problem . They would just leave us alone to enjoy if we wanted privacy.

Then Casper and other two girls came along and realized we were naked .
We both told them they could join us.
Which they did.

I didn’t worry till Casper took his that off again, even tho he was shirtless all day long. When he took his shirt off , while being totally stoned i realized, fuck he has a lot to show.

He took his shorts down and yep he was hanging. I could feel and see how my gf was staring.
She was literally staring at his dick . I’m a good 6.5 inch thick . I had compliments about it. But when I’m soft it’s really small.

I have a feeling she’s thinking of it .

It was a couple of weeks ago now, when myself and my GF decided that we'd go out together, because finally our scheduals aligned for a change. It was good, for the start of the night and I and her were enjoying ourselves, that changed however when I went to grab our next couple of drinks from the bar, the que as you can imagine was heaving and I had to wait or at least try and barge my way to the front of the que to at least try and get noticed, and then it took me even longer to try and actually get the drinks I wanted for us.

When I finally did manage to get the drinks that we wanted, I had taken so long that I couldn't find my GF anywhere, or at least not where she was last. So, I decided to have a wander around thinking she couldn't have gone far, I wish I hadn't because I did eventually find her, in the corner with someone I didn't even know.

The two of them were making out, and I could only watch heartbroken

When I was single guy and I used to fuck a married nurse I worked with a few years ago. Her husband found out about the affair so we had to stop but still kept in occasional contact, once in a blue moon we’d meetup in the parking garage of the mall, she’d hop in my car and we’d make out, I’d suck on her tits and she’d grind her pussy on my cock, all fully clothed and neither of us would get off, it was just some excitement for both of us although being left with blue balls was always a bit annoying but it was as far as she was willing to go

A couple months ago my birthday was coming up and she asked me if I’d be free that day to meet up. We met up late morning at the mall and started doing our thing like usual. But after grinding on my cock a bit she pulled it out and started playing with it. I asked if she wanted to fuck but no dice

She stopped straddling me and sat down next to me just jerking my cock, giving me a handjob. It’s difficult for me to cum from anything other than pussy so it took a while. She spit in her hand and wiped it on the tip of my cock massaging the head and playing with the frenulum. When I’d moan she’d say ‘mmmmm yeahhhh’ is a sexy sultry voice like she was getting off at knowing she was making me feel good

Finally after about 20 minutes I told her I was about to cum and after the first spurt of cum shot from my cock she bent down and took my cock in her mouth, sucking the cum out of me and swallowing it down. I was expecting a handjob orgasm so when I felt that warm mouth surround on my cock it made me moan so loud and I felt like I came buckets in that cheating milf mouth. It was extra hot because she never liked me to cum in her mouth when we were having the affair so the fact that she did it without me asking for it made it extra naughty

She got off my cock and told me Happy Birthday with a smile and a laugh. We talked for a minute then she went back to her car where she fixed her makeup and lipstick. Then I watched this clsssy, petite blonde milf in her tight white denim jeans, pink blouse and tan sandals walk into Nordstrom’s with a belly full of cum that wasn’t her husbands

Just a reminder to all the men out there that some of those classy, pretty women you see often at the fancy stores are some of the best sluts out there

In late March of this year, my husband was in consideration for a promotion. This is something that he’d been working towards for over a year at that point, pulling extra hours, taking on additional projects, kissing ass to his bosses, the whole nine yards.

Eventually, it came down to basically everybody knowing that it would come down to either him or this one other guy, who I’ll call Adam (obviously not his real name). I had met Adam before, he was the kind of guy who became a frat dude in college and never really lost that attitude. Lucky for him I kind of have a thing for asshole guys.

We met at a company event, and he was flirty with me from the beginning, only doubling down when he found out I am with my husband. In his words, he couldn’t figure out how my husband could pull me, and that he’d be looking for a chance to show me what I was missing out on being with him.

The leadership team decided that the two of them would do another project each, and present their work during a big company event in Texas. My husband lost so much sleep over his project, he was trying so hard to make everything perfect.

Meanwhile, I was sending flirty texts to Adam, insinuating that “to the victor goes the spoils”. Eventually, my husband traveled down to Texas. I flew down the day after he did, staying in the hotel that Adam had told me he was at for the event. I had a plan in mind.

If my husband won the promotion, I would say that I had come down to celebrate with him, and spend a lovely night with my overjoyed husband. If he didn’t, and Adam got the promotion instead, I wouldn’t tell my husband I was down there, and I would spend the night with Adam instead.

The day of the presentations, my husband called me, rambling and nervous. Honestly I could have calmed him down a little bit more, but I essentially told him that he did all the preparation he could and it would just come down to who’s was better.

A few hours later, I got another call. He had fumbled the presentation, had messed up answering a few key questions, and his rival had performed perfectly. During that call I got a text from Adam confirming it, my husband had lost the promotion, Adam was getting it instead.

I consoled my husband over the phone, telling him that he did his best and that there would always be more chances, even if this one didn’t work out. Meanwhile, I was texting Adam asking him when to meet him in his room.

I spent a good amount of time doing my makeup, making sure I was completely shaved, and making myself look irresistible before I went up. I put on my husband’s favorite lingerie, green lace and gold chains with a pair of crotchless panties.

Over that I pulled on a tight black dress that shows off my tits and ass, slipped on a pair of heels my husband bought me as a birthday gift, and went to go see the victor. Adam was waiting for me when I knocked on his door, wearing nothing but a robe and carrying a whiskey on the rocks.

He invited me in, poured me a glass of wine, and we toasted to his success. It didn’t take long for me to be sat in his lap, getting a taste of his whiskey.

He had one hand on the back of my neck in a firm, possessive grip. His other hand was exploring my body, cupping my tits, and sliding between my thighs. I was already dripping wet for him, even more so when he had me get up and take off my dress for him.

I did a bit of a striptease, slowly peeling it off and showing off the lingerie, bending over to give him a great view, and then I crawled between his legs. He held my face with one hand and told me that I’m a dirty little slut and it’s no wonder that my husband can’t handle me. Then he told me to undo his pants with my mouth.

To be honest, I struggled a bit. He had two buttons and a zipper, and my face being pressed right into the bulge on his pants while I tried to work them off took a lot of effort. But eventually the buttons slipped loose, the zipper came down, he pulled down his boxers and pants to let his hard cock slap me on the face.

He was pretty big, and really thick, so much bigger than the size of my husband’s cock. I was shocked for a moment, but after he thrust his hips to grind it on my face a few times I started using my mouth properly. I was licking and sucking on it, taking it down as deep as I could go while his hand on the back of my head guided me.

He had such a satisfied, dominant look on his face, knowing that the wife of the man he had just won over was submitting to him. I’ve never seen my husband look like that, it was incredibly attractive. I was playing with myself while he was using my mouth and throat like a toy, and after a few minutes of oral he pulled me up to my feet.

Now, something that I normally don’t do when I’m cheating is kissing. It’s just that kissing is usually best to me when there is love behind it, so I usually only kiss my husband. Adam didn’t care.

He stood up with me and kept one hand holding my hair, the other squeezing my ass, and he started kissing me. I couldn’t help myself, I was just so turned on that I was kissing him back. Making out with him was nothing like it is with my husband. He was forceful, taking what he wanted from me, not letting me get away from him.

I didn’t want to get away, I wanted to sink deeper into him, to revel in belonging to a man who is so much better than my husband in so many ways. He led me over to the bed, and of course I spread my legs for him without him even asking.

While I had been sucking his dick, my phone had been buzzing, getting texts from my husband. Adam had been making me ignore them, focusing all my attention on him, but he picked up my phone as he walked to the bed.

He had me unlock the phone, and in a mockingly whiny voice he started reading my husband’s texts while he teased his cock head in me and rubbed my clit. He read how my husband was so sad about losing the opportunity, about how he felt like a failure, how he felt worthless. Then Adam started sliding into me.

Just two inches, but he was so much thicker than my husband that it already felt so much better just holding there. And then he told me that if I wanted him to really fuck me, I’d have to say that my husband really was all of the things he said in the texts. I was so horny, a bit tipsy, but mostly just incredibly needy and turned on by Adam. So I said it.

I said my husband was a disappointment, a failure. I said he was worthless. Adam told me to keep going as he pushed deeper into me, and I would have done anything to have him keep going. I called my husband a loser. I said he can’t satisfy me, that he’s not a real man like Adam. I said that he deserved to be sad, that Adam deserved everything of his.

I knew that I would feel guilty about all of this after the fact, but in the moment it just felt so good that I didn’t care. He was pounding me, calling me all sorts of dirty names, and making my cum my brains out when my phone rang. I knew the ringtone right away, my husband was calling me.

I wanted Adam to stop, to let me talk to my husband, and I told him as much. He told me to just keep my voice under control, and he answered the phone, putting it on speaker. My husband was trying to stay strong as he said hi, but he very quickly started sobbing.

I was devastated, hearing him like that. I know this might sound odd given what was just happening, but I really do love and care about my husband, and hearing him cry like that was painful. Then Adam started moving again. He was going slow, but I had to mask the moans that he was drawing out of me as sobs of my own.

I told my husband I was just empathizing with him, and he even pulled himself together a bit, saying that he didn’t want me to be sad. Little did he know that the man who was the very reason for his crying was inside of me at that very moment. He said that he was excited to see me at home when he was able to come back, and we hung up.

Adam got really rough after that, he flipped me over and fucked me from behind, slapping my ass and making fun of my husband for being a bitch and crying to his wife like that. I felt a pit of guilt in my stomach, but it was completely overwhelmed by how good getting such naughty sex felt. He pulled my hair and made me beg him to cum inside me, and he filled me up completely.

We ended up going three more rounds that night, he came in my mouth, in my ass, and on my wedding ring. Eventually he was tired, and gave me a robe to cover up with, but he made me take off the lingerie and he didn’t let me clean the cum off of my face.

He kept my husband’s favorite lingerie of mine, told me that he’d fuck me again sometime, and had me walk back to my room in nothing but a robe with my face covered in his cum.

I took an early flight home that morning, and when I kissed my husband to welcome him back, and held him on the couch while we were both sad, I couldn’t help but feel like I was happier that a real man had got the promotion and fucked me properly than I was sad that he hadn’t got it.

Life got a bit complicated after that, a loss in the family and a subsequent legal fight over inheritance has taken up a lot of our time and energy over the last few months, but that has been winding down, and now I have plenty of energy to keep cheating again!