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YourSecretDesires said:
I have always thought that the only way I could cheat was in a travel scenario with someone who wouldn't make a big deal out of it. Then you go and post this. :) But all's well that ends well I guess, she liked that someone else wanted you.
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I have a few other one night stands while traveling on business. All but one was women I met at the hotel bar. Always started with casual conversation that escalated. Having a room a few stories above is convenient.

All were married. The ingredients for success are attentive conversation, a few drinks and a call to her room shortly after we left the bar.
 
A few years back, the gal I lived with was out of town for the day, and I took advantage of the opportunity to crossdress and snap some pics for my Craigslist ad. I took my time with the make up, styled my blonde shoulder length wig, stepped into my black French cut panties, bra and jet black thigh highs. A black turtleneck, faux leather mini skirt and knee high boots with a 4” block heels finished off the look, and a padded black slave collar with matching Velcro wrist cuffs gave me the kinky, submissive vibe that I was looking for.

I set up the tripod and camera in the garage, added some lighting and set up in various suggestive poses. I had just gotten down on my knees and was posing with a very realistic silicon rubber cock in my mouth, when suddenly the garage door began to open! I think my heart actually stopped!!! I got to my feet as the door was halfway up and sprinted in my high heeled boots for the door leading into the house – ran to the bathroom, stripped everything off in 30 seconds and practically lunged into the shower.

She wondered, briefly, about the camera and tripod, but dismissed it just as quickly – I think it took my heart an hour to slow down!
 
latinahotwife said:
When she caught me with Mom's husband it was just a few years ago. I was at home and my husband was at work & Mom's husband popped in unexpectedly. I was in my bedroom folding laundry and didn't hear him come in the house. He scared me to death when he walked into my bedroom. I knew why he was there but I had to sit down for a minute. My heart was racing I was so scared. He said he was working in the area and was on his lunch break which meant he didn't have long to stay. He actually had 2 of his guys waiting in his van in my driveway.

Once I calmed down we stood next to the bed and undressed ourselves. I'm 5'2 and he's barely taller than me. He's 20 something years older and not physically attractive at all to me but he's the sweetest ever. Knowing his guys were waiting we got right to it. His favorite position is behind me so I got in the doggy position on the bed. We were facing the foot of the bed which also put us facing the bedroom door. I had my eyes closed as he fucked me. I heard a female gasp and say my name. I opened my eyes to see in the doorway my older sister. Maybe his eyes were closed, too, because he didn't stop. She could easily see my tits bouncing underneath me as he fucked me. I had completely forgotten she was coming over. There were several awkward seconds of us looking at each other silently then she said she would be in the living room. My bedroom is right off of the living room and there was no doubt she could hear everything. I came pretty loudly and he was also loud when he came in me. Once he pulled out I asked if he knew she saw us. He did but he clearly didn't want to stop because of it. He got dressed and l heard him tell her goodbye as he left. I was still lying on the bed naked trying to think of what to say to her when she came in my room. I was uncovered on my back. That was the first time my sister had seen me naked since we were kids and certainly since I got my 34DD boobs. I had my arms out and my legs apart trying to cool down. She quickly noticed his cum leaking out of me and sounded shocked when she asked if he really came in me. I had no choice but to tell her everything that my husband and I do with mom and her husband. As we talked she was holding her hand up to block herself from seeing his cum but kept moving her hand to look again and again. I also told her about all the other family members I've been with. She was stunned. She had no idea whatsoever about our lifestyle. In the time that has passed since then she's asked a lot of questions about our lifestyle and details about certain people, family and otherwise. I don't think she would be into actually doing anything similar but I would love if she did. She's beautiful and 100% natural.
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Love your pic.
 
It was during one of swap with partner that we swapped with many many times. Normally we would play in the same room but the last few times we played in separate room with no lock door policy in place. This time after I did my thing with my partner I went down to grab drinks from the kitchen. While I was in the kitchen I heard my wife scream like i never heard before its like a pig getting butchered. So I sneaked up to their room. I queitly twist the door knob and slow cracked the door open.

What i saw was my wife put in faceplant position but with a spreader bar between her knees while both her hands are cuffed to the same spreader bar. Her face is planted to her partner's dick. Both her holes were plugged with vibrator in each hole locked in with a strap to prevent them from falling out. He was fucking the fuck out of her face like I never did before.

I was quite shock witnessing this but I call it fair play because we didn't put a clause on BDSM play and my wife agreed to it.
 
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jd_sw said:
It was during one of swap with partner that we swapped with many many times. Normally we would play in the same room but the last few times we played in separate room with no lock door policy in place. This time after I did my thing with my partner I went down to grab drinks from the kitchen. While I was in the kitchen I heard my wife scream like i never heard before its like a pig getting butchered. So I sneaked up to their room. I queitly twist the door knob and slow cracked the door open.

What i saw was my wife put in faceplant position but with a spreader bar between her knees while both her hands are cuffed to the same spreader bar. She is face is planted to her partner's dick. Both her holes were filled with vibrator in each hole locked with a strap to prevent them from falling out. He was fucking the fuck out of her face like I never did before.

I was quite shock witnessing this but I call this Fairplay because we didn't put a clause on BDSM play and my wife agreed to it.
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One of the hottest accounts I've read on hear. Congratulations!
 
Way back in high school the wife and I (long before we married) we parking one night down a long dead end road. We had fucked and cum then fell asleep naked in tge front seat. We were awakend by a county sheriff beating on the window yelling to roll the window down. I didn't roll it down until I had gotten my pants on and she had her dress on. He lectured us on the dangers of being by ourselve in such a secluded place and to not to throw ruɓbers on the side of road. The joke was on him, I never used them.
 
In the back seat of my car, with the girl that became my wife.Down a dirt road, back in the woods of east Texas. All of a sudden the car was bathed in light. It was two guys coon hunting. They laughed, then I heard one say... "leave them alone, you were young once too."

After a few minutes to recover from the shock, we went back at it.
 
Biguy77578 said:
Way back in high school the wife and I (long before we married) we parking one night down a long dead end road. We had fucked and cum then fell asleep naked in tge front seat. We were awakend by a county sheriff beating on the window yelling to roll the window down. I didn't roll it down until I had gotten my pants on and she had her dress on. He lectured us on the dangers of being by ourselve in such a secluded place and to not to throw ruɓbers on the side of road. The joke was on him, I never used them.
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I laughed so hard. XD
 
Biguy77578 said:
I never got caught with any really bad implications. The worst was an almost when my 1st wife drove up as my side piece was backing out of the driveway. I told the wife I didn't know who she was she must have been just turning around.
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Sitcom version: "She asked for erections, I mean directions!"
 
Years ago in college, I lived in an all guys dorm. I brought home a girl, but my roommate was home so we went to the basement which had a common area (kitchen, lounge, etc.). It was empty as it was late at night. We had started messing around, I'm pretty sure her top was off and my dick was out. We were both a bit tipsy. Suddenly the RA (resident assistant) opened the door. I thought he was going to kick us out but he just said "just making sure everything's okay" and smiled and left. We got it on after that. I think I'd used that lounge a few times in my time in that dorm.
 
My girlfriend (now wife) and I were getting busy in the back of her hatchback in the parking lot of the state hospital where she worked. Security spot-lighted us from behind. They kept the light on us until we dressed and climbed back into the front seat and drove away.
 
I’ve never been caught in the act, but had several near-misses. Two of them I’ve already described here: (Been caught masturbating?) and here: (How Do You Masturbate?)

Here’s another (a few more will follow in later posts): When I started university, I discovered not only the freedom from parental presence, but also the joy of being naked out in nature. Close to the engineering campus that I attended, there was a very large area consisting of woods, swamps, open fields that no farmer was actively using, a large overflow area for a river that passed through so as to prevent it from flooding the nearby city, etc. etc.

I started out small: At night I’d bike to a hut that I’d discovered, undress, have some fun, and bike back. Before long, that was not exciting enough anymore, so I would hide my clothes behind the hut and then either hike or bike around until the urge became too large – sometimes doing the whole thing more than once in a row.

One day, I wanted something extra and started walking down a wide dirt road that led directly to a permanently illuminated and even at night always in use main road traversing the campus about 1 km (2/3 of a mile) away from the hut. My plan was to see how close to the main road I’d dare to go. To the left of the dirt road was very large open field, freshly ploughed and empty. On the other side was the river, with just a few trees and bushes between it and the road.

When I was about 150 meters (yards) from the main road, I heard a noise behind me. I looked back and saw an older man slowly coming towards me on his bike, with no lights that might have warned me sooner! :oops: Who the f... bikes around in this area in the middle of the night,.. (Oh well... strike that thought... ;)) He was only about 30 meters (yards) behind me when I saw him! With me being between him and the fully lit main road, he must have seen me silhouetted from very far back, which probably is why he had switched off his bike light and stopped making avoidable noise.

With nowhere else to go, I ran forward about 20 more meters (yards) and dove into a few bushes to the right, almost sliding down towards the river. Damn was I scared that he’d stop and come looking for me! :eek: Fortunately, he didn’t, but I still made very sure to rush back to my clothes and to bike away at topmost speed.

Two things that I did not know at the time:
  1. On the other side of the hut, a major highway traversed the woods. There was a major gas station there. All that I did know. What I positively did not know, and only found out years later, was that the area next to the gas station parking lot was a notorious meeting place for gay fun.
  2. I’m gay. .
 
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I’ve never been caught in the act, but had many near-misses. I’ve described several already. Here’s another.

When I was working on my master’s thesis, I did so at a company located right next to university campus and I spent most of my time at said company. After graduating, I worked there for another year on extending the system I’d built for my thesis. During both years, I was an absolute workaholic with an endless passion for what I was developing. Since I had 24/7 access to the company building, and since during the first year I had no desk of my own and had to use one of somebody who was not in, I developed a habit of working late. Very, very, late, actually. Frequently throughout the night. In fact, I even slept on the office floor a few times to save the trip home and back.

Needless to say, hormones “occasionally” did kick in… I don’t remember when, but I started walking around naked at night when the urges came to me, looking for a “risky” place to go play with myself. Moving around was risky in itself, because, spread over two floors, we had very large open office spaces with cubicles where someone could be hidden. To make matters worse (or rather: riskier and thus better) I had no easy way to know whether there was anyone in those cubicles, since I myself always used a desk – or had one of my own – in a separate 4-person room. One night, I even played on the meeting table in the office of the department director, which was on the ground floor and had floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides.

To my knowledge, I was never caught, even though there always was a night guardsman on site and even though there were more people who’d regularly work till around midnight.

Fast forward about 5 years or so. I’ve been away from the company for 1 year, and have then returned. A bunch of colleagues are gathered in a bar in town to celebrate something. It’s getting late, most have already left, others are obviously rather drunk and are engaging in dirty talk. I don’t remember exactly what triggered it, but one of the drunk guys, sitting next to me, suddenly makes a remark about the next time somebody runs around naked at the office, while he seems to be looking somewhat towards me. Or at least, the latter was my interpretation…
 
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Here’s another near miss of mine:

My sister and I were cleaning out and partially fixing a house that we intended to sell. We had agreed to spend another weekend on it. She’d said she’d arrive late on Saturday evening, while I had already gone over there on Friday morning.

I’ve already mentioned in other posts that I’m normally naked at home and that I anyway prefer to do certain types of DIY work naked, since that avoids getting my clothes dirty. I was not “at home”, but I did co-own the place and I knew I’d be alone until Saturday late, so… You guessed it.

That Saturday, around 4pm, I was sorting through the mess in what used to be my father’s workshop, when I suddenly heard the front door being opened. Holy crap! 😱 Not only was I fully naked, but I was also a permanently collared slave, which I wanted to keep a secret (*), plus my clothes were in my room on the first floor, and my sister would either come into the kitchen or pantry, from where she likely would figure out where I was and come over, or she would go to her room on the second floor, depose her stuff, and then almost immediately come back down to look for me. Major panic! 😱

All sorts of thoughts ran through my head. Can I hide somewhere? No. What do I say if she finds me like this? I have no f..ing clue! Help!

Eventually, I was lucky in that I heard her go upstairs. More thoughts… Maybe I can rush to my room before she comes down again. But what if I get the timing wrong? …

Eventually, I found an old coat that my father used to wear when working in the rain and I decided to put that on. It was too small for me, reaching only well above my knees, but at least I was no longer completely naked and I could hold the top closed with my hand so as to hide my collar.

Just as I was rushing across the last 2 meters (7 feet) between the staircase and my room, it turned out that my sister had not gone straight to her room, but had instead gone into what used to be our parent’s bedroom and only now wanted to go further upstairs. I can still hear her laughing as she saw me…

In the end, it was the act of rushing that betrayed me. Had I walked normally, the timing would have worked.

(*) She already briefly saw my collar during an incident about ten years prior, as described in an older post, but there were more details about it to keep hidden. Besides, in my panic, I did not recall that older incident anyway.
 
EdgySubMic said:
Here’s another near miss of mine:

My sister and I were cleaning out and partially fixing a house that we intended to sell. We had agreed to spend another weekend on it. She’d said she’d arrive late on Saturday evening, while I had already gone over there on Friday morning.

I’ve already mentioned in other posts that I’m normally naked at home and that I anyway prefer to do certain types of DIY work naked, since that avoids getting my clothes dirty. I was not “at home”, but I did co-own the place and I knew I’d be alone until Saturday late, so… You guessed it.

That Saturday, around 4pm, I was sorting through the mess in what used to be my father’s workshop, when I suddenly heard the front door being opened. Holy crap! 😱 Not only was I fully naked, but I was also a permanently collared slave, which I wanted to keep a secret (*), plus my clothes were in my room on the first floor, and my sister would either come into the kitchen or pantry, from where she likely would figure out where I was and come over, or she would go to her room on the second floor, depose her stuff, and then almost immediately come back down to look for me. Major panic! 😱

All sorts of thoughts ran through my head. Can I hide somewhere? No. What do I say if she finds me like this? I have no f..ing clue! Help!

Eventually, I was lucky in that I heard her go upstairs. More thoughts… Maybe I can rush to my room before she comes down again. But what if I get the timing wrong? …

Eventually, I found an old coat that my father used to wear when working in the rain and I decided to put that on. It was too small for me, reaching only well above my knees, but at least I was no longer completely naked and I could hold the top closed with my hand so as to hide my collar.

Just as I was rushing across the last 2 meters (7 feet) between the staircase and my room, it turned out that my sister had not gone straight to her room, but had instead gone into what used to be our parent’s bedroom and only now wanted to go further upstairs. I can still hear her laughing as she saw me…

In the end, it was the act of rushing that betrayed me. Had I walked normally, the timing would have worked.

(*) She already briefly saw my collar during an incident about ten years prior, as described in an older post, but there were more details about it to keep hidden. Besides, in my panic, I did not recall that older incident anyway.
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So sexy honey
 
Late one night several years ago, I woke up around one in the morning and sensed I was in bed alone. Peeking in I saw he was not in the bathroom and not bothering to put anything on , walked down the hallway could see where I could see a light coming from our home office. The closer I got the more I could detect the strong scent of weed. I could see my husband at the computer and by the motion of his arm I knew he was stroking his cock to porn. Feeling the tingle down below and suppressing a light moan, I inched closer to see what he was watching. He took a hit off the joint, laid it down and began jacking his cock a bit faster. "Thats it . Fuck that bitch". I heard him say. I could not resist moving closer as I rubbed my nipples. From the angle I could not see the screen itself, but when he shifted a bit in the office chair, I could see from a mirror behind him the reflection of what was getting him hot. Not only had I caught him, but was pretty sure he had found what I had been viewing in my private time in the history as I had left it there deliberately. My husband was watching white married women getting fucked by black studs. He was so engrossed in what he was watching , at first he didn't notice I had rounded the corner of the desk. "Enjoying yourself"? I said clearing my throat. Looking up, he laughed and said, "I found what you've been watching." Sinking to the floor I brushed his hand away gripping his cock for myself.

Looking up at him as he peered down at me, into my eyes. "Do you want that for real?" he asked, licking my lips I made my confession, "yesss". "Then suck me like you would him" he said guiding me downward. In less than five minutes he was sending rope after rope of cum down my throat. Yet he did not go soft. We went to the bedroom for the next two hours he fucked me crazy, talking about my fantasies.

Later that week he suprised me with my first black cock dildo. I own several now. :kiss:
 
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