r/MaleCheating

My wife and I have been married for a year and a half and together for 6 years. I've always been more sexual than her - she has basically no sex drive and is super vanilla with her tastes. I've been into a lot of kinks since the tumblr days but haven't had too much experience and it hasn't really bothered me until recently.

I've never once entertained the thought of cheating on her - I'd hate to hurt her and I would hate it if she cheated on me. But she's almost 9 months pregnant, we haven't had sex since we conceived and she's stopped putting any effort in at all. I'm going crazy and I'm so horny and she's just making me feel like she's a disgusting slob who doesn't make any effort to be sexual at all.

I feel so guilty about saying all of this but I just really want someone who wants me and wants to make me feel good and embrace my sexuality and my kinks. I'm worried that things are only going to get worse after the baby comes, not better. Am I a terrible person?

I don’t know why I (27M) am wired this way but it’s such a rush.

In person I am the most loving, caring boyfriend to my partner of a couple years now. I treat her very well, I spoil her and even our sex life is great. She’s probably going to be the girl I propose to.

What she doesn’t know is that i have serially cheated on her for our entire relationship, and i dont plan on stopping either. Its such an addictive rush to know thag im doing something so awful and no one has any idea about it.

Ive called her on the phone and told her I love her whilst getting head from another girl. The thing most people don’t understand is I really do love her! I just also love being bad and allowing myself to feel good with other women.

To keep this up I am very careful about the partners I see, and I have a couple of girls I see on the regular who are aware of my situation and enjoy it too. The way some women will get absolutely feral horny when they learn how much of an evil, cruel person you can be and how they can fuck you behind their back is insane.

I have particularly enjoyed word play, and telling them how they feel so much tighter than her, and telling them how I love her but love your pussy too.

I’ve had one experience with a girl who was also cheating on her boyfriend and it was some of the hottest sex id ever had. Knowing we were both so bad for lying to our partners made it absolutely incredible. I even came on the necklace her boyfriend had got for her for her birthday, we both got a kick out of that haha.

I may slow down when i get married, but frankly i think im just wired this way permanently. Feel free to ask me any questions here ;) I enjoy the company of other hedonists.

I want to impregnate as many women as possible…

M44 - fucked my co worker several times at lunch, she f27 and incredibly hot. Everyone wants her and she's so much more attractive then my wife. Makes her look so plain and boring in comparison.

First time was away with work at a hotel, we met for breakfast and I went back to get room to have seconds - god I wanted to eat her out so much it was driving me insane! She's got such a lovely pussy and tastes amazing. Didn't fuck her till later that day after the work event which just made us even crazier for each other.

Recently fucked her properly hard in the back of my car. I'll never forget her face getting railed by an older guy and cumming several times for me or her telling me I was the biggest she's ever had.

Somehow I've managed to resist cumming in her, which is really hard with a breeding kink! Would love to breed her over and over as she cums on my cock

you can read my last post for context

So I still haven’t unblocked my friend, but she did send me a message on an alternate account saying she’s mad though she didn’t seem like she hates me, it was more of like a desperate attempt at my attention and it was working but…. I instantly blocked the account because I was afraid my girlfriend would see it since I was with her that day.

Things with my girlfriend are a bit rocky. We haven’t broken up and it doesn’t seem like we will. She honestly does seems to want to work through it, but shes is having a hard time and it’s made me not unblock my friend and tell her everything

However, the urge is stronger than ever and I’m jerking off daily to videos, audios or anything I can find about cheating even going with the other sluts that I’ve talked to before on Snapchat discord or telegram just jerking off every day too women that aren’t my girlfriend and I get so fucking excited. I dont ever want to stop.

A couple minutes ago, I went to Snapchat and just decided to look up my friend’s name to see if I could find her and I could.
it was so tempting to just unblock her right there and then and message her, i know she’d be happy and i know she wants me still. trust i just know.
but thinking about my girlfriend stops me, but I don’t want it to stop me. I want to do it. I want to unblock her. I want her to see that, I just need to fuck her that I don’t care about having my girlfriend or my relationship, that I need the excitement that she brings.

I’m too deep into trying to be “good” for my girlfriend and I really need some encouragement on cheating cause I want it so bad. My dick hurts every day and not once hasn’t been thinking about my girlfriend.

it’s so hard to decide, help

This happened a little over five years ago (I posted a shorter version of it then, under a now-lost account) and it remains the most exhilarating experience of my entire life...

At the time I worked in the marketing department for a major athletic apparel company. We have an annual event for employees which is out-of-state, and therefore meant I'd be spending the weekend away from my wife and family. The company had skipped the previous year due to Covid, so this year management wanted to make it special. As part of that, we hired a big name (ex-Victoria’s Secret) model to emcee the employee awards ceremony. Unfortunately, she bailed a few weeks beforehand (health reasons, ie Covid) and the events department was left scrambling to replace her. Me being the big ‘ol pervert that I am (let’s get it out there), I saw an opportunity and I seized it: I suggested for a replacement my favorite online model, a gorgeous, stunning blonde bombshell, and to my surprise they went for it.

I’m not in events but I’m in marketing, which is adjacent, so I offered to make contact with her agency to find out her rates. Here’s where it gets a little complicated, but it’s important for the story. I knew how much money had already been budgeted for the VS model, and it being last minute I knew my model could ask that amount and they’d pretty much have to give it to her. So, after making contact with her and her agent, I strongly hinted in a separate email (not from my corporate account, natch) what she could really ask, which was several times her usual fee. She (and her agent) got the message, and in their “official” reply quoted a number in that range. And of course Events went for it. She and her agent were clearly thrilled. So was I :)

If you’re wondering why I did all that, keep in mind the amounts involved, though quite sizable, are a rounding error in the corporate ledger. And also that she’s super-hot and I got a huge kick out of helping her out.

So two weeks later I’m nervously waiting at the airport arrivals, holding up a sign with her name on it. (Usually this would be an assistant’s job, but I volunteered. My boss raised an eyebrow but allowed it.) Out she walks, the goddess of my fantasies in the flesh,looking surprisingly girl-next-door normal—no makeup, sweatpants and a t-shirt. But no amount of dressing down could conceal her ridiculously hot body, and even in the mundane surroundings of the airport she wa drawing glances and stares. The moment she sees me waving at her, she breaks into a wide, innocent, yet undeniably sexy grin. She’s devastatingly gorgeous.

My heart stops as she walks up to me, kisses me on the cheek, and gives me a hug. She’s tall—nearly my height—which I knew but somehow didn’t really expect. I can smell her skin, and she smells amazing. Her huge, round, firm breasts are pressed against my chest. They feel incredible. After a few seconds that I want to last forever, she pulls away, hooks her arm into mine, and starts strolling towards the exit. She’s chatting like she’s known me for years. I’m on cloud nine.

And needless to say, my wife is completely forgotten.

We make small talk in the car—we’re both originally from the same state, which gives us something to chat about—and when we arrive at her hotel I help her check in. At the desk we learn she has a private suite with a pool, originally booked for the VS model. Her eyes widen in excitement at that. I don’t want to linger awkwardly, so I tell her we’ll be in touch about the event. She asks where I’m staying, and slightly embarrassed, I admit it’s the same hotel. She laughs at that. I think she gets that I’m a little starstruck, and she finds it cute.

“Well I’m glad” she smiles. “I don’t know [the city we’re in] very well, and it’s good to have a friend nearby.

She hugs me goodbye and I float out of the lobby. Meeting her, talking to her, hugging her, felt like a dream come true. If I had only known how much else was in store for me…

The big night arrives. I show up backstage as she comes out of makeup looking like movie star. She’s wearing a backless dress with a plunging neckline that hugs her phenomenal body like a glove. The effect is stunning and kind of unreal, like I’m seeing Marilyn Monroe in the flesh. She’s braless, and just a hint of nipple is poking against the sheer fabric. She grins at me, looking a little nervous.

“You okay?” I ask.

“I’ll be fine. I always get butterflies before these things.”

“You look incredible. You’ll do great.”

“Thanks”, she beams. “I hope I’m worth it” she says half-jokingly. It’s then that I realize for all her incredible beauty she’s just a girl in her early-20s with a whole lot of attention on her.

“Hell yes, I’m sure. You’re worth ten times that. I’m just glad I could make it work.”

At that, she suddenly gives gave me a tight hug. I can feel her breasts against my chest, her body against mine, her breath on my neck. Suddenly wild ideas I hadn’t dared entertain before are flashing through my head. My body is, uh, responding, and I’m hoping she doesn’t notice.

“You’re sweet…” she whispers into my ear before pulling back, turning towards the exit and strolling out into the event space like a Hollywood diva.

Her pre-show “performance” (meeting and greeting) is a huge hit. She has natural, conversational charm and in combination with her 12/10 face and body everyone she chats with feel like the luckiest person in the planet.

For the awards ceremony itself, she emerges onstage changed into the “designer” version of our female apparel. People actually gasp. Sports bras, gym shorts and sneakers have never looked so outrageously sexy. If there was any flaw in hiring her, it was that nobody could take her eyes off her when the focus is ostensibly the employees and their “awards”.

I catch up with her as the event winds down. She’s glowing, clearly relieved and pleased (as we all are) with how well it had gone. I ask if she was going to the afterparty, at a popular local club.

“You bet. Let me get changed. Wanna give me a lift?” I agree, of course, barely containing my excitement.

At the club, with a drink or two under our belt, she pulls me out onto the dance floor. All eyes are on her. She’s in a black leather top which shows off her ample, incredible cleavage, and a matching leather miniskirt. Thankfully I know enough moves from my partying days to not embarrass myself, or her (hopefully). In fact, the attention, from both her and our fellow partyers, is intoxicating. Against all odds I can sense a chemistry with her, and I think everyone else can too. Out of the corner of my eye I’m catching flashes of envy on my coworker’s faces. As my confidence grows, my hand drifts down to her lower back, resting just atop the perfect curve of her ass. She responds by grinding her pelvis against mine. I’m hard as a rock and she must know it. Hell, she’s probably used to it.

She leans in close, her lips to my ear. “Thanks for being so sweet. I mean, Jesus, that was so much money.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s everything to me right now.”

We dance a bit long and she leans in again.”

“Wanna go back to the hotel and check out my private pool?”

My brain freezes up at that. I can’t find words to answer so I just nod. She leads me out of the club…

Half an hour later, I’m in a deck lounger, gin-and-tonic from her minibar in my hand. She’s perched at the edge of the pool in a sky-blue-and-white thong bikini, feet dangling in the water, looking back over her shoulder at me. Her ass looks incredible, and her pose makes it almost feel like she’s presenting it to me. We’ve smoked a little of her (“medicinal”, for TSA purposes) weed. I’m ogling her, and she’s giggling at that.

My phone buzzes, it's my wife and I panic a bit. She tells me to take the call, she'll still be there. I have a quick conversation, tell her the weekend is going great but I'm wiped out and need to sleep. We exchange "I love you's" and I hang up. I return to the pool, and the goddess is still there. She winks and playfully suggests I capture the moment, so I do, nearly fumbling my phone in the process.

My wife is already forgotten again. She’s so gorgeous.

“Gee”, I manage. “I wish I’d brought a swimsuit.”

She pauses, then replies. “Swimming is overrated.”

She pulls herself out the pool, her back arching majestically, and crawls like a panther across the pool deck towards me. She makes her way up onto the lounger and climbs up, her tits brushing against my legs, and then my pelvis, and then my chest as she slides up along my body. Then her face is against mine, and she’s kissing me. I return the kiss. We’re making out, and my hands have moved up to her shoulders, than her neck, and then holding her face. She’s straddling me, and her hand has moved down to my waist, rubbing my cock through my pants. I’m hard as steel. I can’t believe it’s happening.

“Mmmm” she murmurs. “You’re a nice size.” Obviously a relief to hear.

I start caressing her breasts through her bikini top. They feel soft, round, incredible.

“You are, too.”

She giggles in my ear. At the same time, she’s unbuckling my belt, and then unzipping my pants. She pulls them down, gently cups my balls through my boxers, and gives them a gentle squeeze. Then she’s tugging my boxers down. My cock springs free.

She lets out a little sigh as she lowers herself onto me. I assume she’s on some kind of birth control but frankly the sensation of her pussy enveloping my cock causes my brain to shut down anyway. Her perfect tits are brushing up against my face as she settles into a rhythm of pumping her hips up and down my cock. I pull the fabric of her bikini panels aside, exposing her nipples, and begin licking and sucking them. She’s moaning, I briefly wonder if anybody can see us from their rooms before realizing I don’t care. I’m fucking an absolute goddess. This is the best moment of my life.

She’s breathing rapidly into my ear now and it drives me over the top. Maybe it’s the weed, or maybe it’s the realization that I have my dick inside this creature who a week ago was my #1 spank bank material, but I’m going into overdrive. I’m thrusting my cock in and out of her hard now, and she’s responding by tightening and releasing her pussy (what muscle control, Jesus) and digging her nails into my back. It’s not long before I’m cumming deep inside her, pumping spurt after spurt of jizz into her. She keeps her face pressed against mine as our breathing gradually returns to normal.

She pulls her head back, and she’s smiling like an angel.

“I needed that”, she murmurs.

Twenty minutes later we’re in her room, fucking again. I’m behind her on the bed, holding onto her hips as her gorgeous ass bounces up and down in front of me. God, it’s an amazing combination of visual and sensation. I want it to last forever, but when she starts climaxing, digging her face into the pillow, I can’t hold back. I cum inside her again. Filling a goddess with my jizz.

Afterwards, we chat a bit. She’s relaxed and giggling. I feel high, I can’t believe what’s happened. She falls asleep, and eventually I do too.

I the morning, we order breakfast in bed. Then she gives me a goodbye blowjob—it’s wet, sloppy and fun. I reciprocate, licking and sucking her pussy until her hips are bucking in my face and her hands gripping my hair.

She’s late for the airport. Skipping the shower, she tosses her things into her bags, tosses on a tight floral one-piece.

Pausing in the mirror, she laughs. “I look like I’ve been fucking, don’t I?”

“You’re gorgeous.” She really is.

She gives me that big, wonderful grin one more time.

“Thanks for all of it.”

And then she blew me a kiss, and bounced out the door.

My wife never suspected a thing, but every time we have sex I remember the feeling of sliding my dick into that blonde goddess. And there's simply no comparison.

I've (29M) cheated in every relationship since I was a teenager, and initially I just enjoyed the fact that I didn't have to settle for one person, one body, one set of skills. It made me feel powerful and the rush/threat of being found out was just an added bonus.

Now I'm pushing 30 and am in a happy long-term relationship, but the cheating still continues, with one notable twist - cruelty. It's now no longer enough just to get my fix elsewhere, I need the women I'm fucking to be a stone cold bitch. What started as a need to build me up, has now evolved into a need for my partner to be put down as well.

I love the confidence of these women to talk shit about her, compare their bodies to her's, how much better they suck and fuck and how much better my life would be with them if only I could leave her...

Obviously she's done nothing to deserve this, none of my relationships have, but knowing there's a class of women out there who not only don't give a fuck about these boundaries but spit on them is an itch I now constantly need to scratch.

I've had them drooling on my partner's pillows, talking shit about them on camera, spitting on our framed photos... Too much is never enough.

Plain old cheating isn't enough any more - I now need those really cruel homewrecking sluts who do it for the love of the game.

A long time friend of my wife who is also married has always cracked jokes when the 4 of us are together about getting me drunk and taking advantage of me. I never joked back to avoid making things awkward. I would absolutely fuck her if the opportunity presented itself though. A few months ago while we were out drinking, she got hammered and was grinding on every female friend that was with us. She asked my wife if she could "mess with me" and my wife said yes. She ended up with her leg around me grinding her pussy on me. I pointed out her husband was right by us and she said she doesn't care. She was in a short dress so that made it better. Most recently we went on a vacation and had separate rooms. My wife got up and went to the beach and I stayed back. Her friend knocks on our door and let herself in when I opened it. She asked where my wife was and I told her. Her immediate response was "Now that we're finally alone together we can fuck." I decided to finally crack a joke back and told her "Yea finally but just a heads up I don't pull out." She laughed and said that's fine with her I can't get her pregnant anyway. (She knows I got snipped) The joking didn't go any further and she said she's gonna go to the beach.

The last 2 situations now have me thinking she might actually wanna fuck. I'm wondering if I should say something first or figure out a way for us to be alone and let her make another comment.

I’ve been with my girlfriend for a long time now and have had some infidelity but we’ve moved past it and we’re pretty good now… or I wish I could say we were.

For a long time we didn’t have sex or rarely had sex, as well as all other intimacy basically vanishing from our relationship. There’s a lot to this period, and my girlfriend is pretty unique in how she handles some thoughts and feelings so I was never “upset” with her. Yet after we’ve been intimate again I just can’t get into it like I used to.

She’s beautiful, but I feel like during that period I reawakened and found some kinks that she (being quite particular in how she handles sex) would definitely be a hard sell.

I just want dirty, humiliating, rough sex so bad or to at least have more relaxed sex. My past infidelity makes cheating all the more enticing, especially as I’m going into my final year of undergrad while she attends a separate college.

Rationally I don’t want to cheat, but the risk and rush of it makes me come back to this sub all the time. I just want to get it out of my system with some slut, and the fact that it’s so morally wrong makes it so much hotter