Category: married

slut-problems: I want to be raped and used by…

slut-problems:

I want to be raped and used by him more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Every time he walks by I imagine us on my couch fucking, his hands wrapping my neck. He slaps me, back and forth across the face. 

“You cheating bitch,” he says and we both know it’s true as he pounds my pussy with his cock even harder. I cum like crazy on his dick. His cock is bigger. He’s better looking. He fucks better. My husband is great and all, but his brother Chet is the one I really want. I married the wrong brother, but it’s okay. I’m going to somehow let him know. I’m going to get him in my pussy! I’m going to drain load after load of his precious cum into my hungry, little pussy. I know he wants me. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. I can tell he wants to devour me, to tear me apart with his cock, to choke me with his hands. 

I can sense that he likes it rough. He’s not vanilla like my fucking husband. I’m so fucking bored with the wrong brother. I wish there were a way to get rid of my husband and then take his brother instead. If there was a way I would have thought of it by now. So instead I think about Chet while I fuck my husband. I think about everything that we would do and exactly how we would do it. 

“You came so hard,” my husband says after I have an orgasm that was inspired by Chet. 

“I know,” I tell him. “I was thinking about getting choked and slapped. Maybe you should try that on me sometime.” I leave out the part about Chet. He can’t know. 

“You know I’m not into that, babe. I could never hurt you,” he says. As sweet as that is it makes me want to die. What’s a girl got to do to get manhandled around here, anyway? Every time he says something like that it just pushes me one step closer, one step further to Chet. I know Chet would choke me out until I passed out. I just fucking know it. 

slut-problems: My husband and I were on road t…

slut-problems:

My husband and I were on road trip and we stopped at this rest stop in a place called Twin Peaks. Neither of us had heard of the place, but we needed a break and the sign said there was food and gas and so we took the exit and followed the stream of cars to the rest stop, which was really more like a small town. There were several gas stations, a depot, several fast food joints, some sit-down restaurants and a weird little sex shop. I eyed the sex shop as my husband pulled into the gas station. 

“Look honey! A sex shop! Maybe we can take a minute and check it out!” I got out of the car excitedly. I wonder if they had any gadgets in this little town that they didn’t have in the big city we were from. My husband didn’t seem to share my enthusiasm. He wrinkled his forehead.

“A sex shop? Really? Right now? All I can think of is taking a piss and grabbing a sandwich. I can grab you a sandwich for the road if you want to go check out the sex shop. Just don’t spend too much money. We still have to get home,” he warned and I gave him a smile. 

“Okay! I’m going to go check it out. Turkey on wheat. No onions,” I told him, as if he didn’t already know what I would want. We had been married for almost twelve years by now. He knew everything there was to know. I watched him walk toward the sandwich shop and I went across the street to the little sex shop. 

I opened the glass door with a smile and as soon as I entered I saw that they got a lot of business. There were tons of people in the shop and I had to practically elbow my way down the aisles as I looked at the sex toys. Most of them were silly novelty type items like penis ice cube trays and cheap blow up dolls in the shape of midgets and things like that. I giggled as I looked at a pair of fuzzy pink hand cuffs. I had just gotten to the actual vibrator section when a man bumped into me and smiled. 

“You know they have glory holes in the back,” was all he said. 

“They do? I didn’t know that!” 

“That’s why I’m telling you. I just came from them and it was a lot of fun. You look like a fun kind of girl that might enjoy that sort of thing.”

“Thanks a lot!” I said as I rushed to the back of the store looking for the glory holes. 

“You looking for the glory holes?” a man asked me. 

“Yes!” I said excitedly. 

“Right over there, ma’am,” he told me pointing me toward the sign that said “GLORY HOLES” written on a piece of wood in black marker and nailed to the wall. 

“Thanks!” I said and I made my way back to the very back of the store. There was a small door and I walked through it and saw that there were many booths, all next to one another like dressing rooms. I walked into one of them and closed the door. I didn’t know what to do, but when I looked at the two holes on each wall on either side of me I wondered if someone would actually try to stick their dick through one of them. I waited a few minutes and I was just about to leave when I heard something in the booth to my right. Suddenly a cock popped through the hole. I instantly grabbed it and I could hear a moan on the other side of the wall. 

I pulled on the cock, working it with my hands the way I usually worked my husband’s cock. I knew I was cheating, but for some reason it didn’t feel like cheating. Maybe it was because it was just a random cock stuck through a hole and not an actual person that made it so easy, but I was guilt free as I bent down and gave the cock a little lick. Then I stuck the whole thing in my mouth and sucked on it. I could hear more moaning from the other side of the wall and I liked it! It made me want to do more. 

I backed my ass up to the wall and I guided the cock into my pussy and began to fuck it. I moved up and down on the cock and I could hear the man moaning from next door. I smiled to myself and then I got an even better idea! I pulled the cock out of my pussy and I shoved it slowly into my asshole. It felt really good. My husband never fucked me in the ass, even though I loved it. Now I was going to get what I wanted and my husband was never going to find out about it. He was going to think I just popped into a sex shop and didn’t buy anything. He would probably even be impressed with my restraint. 

I fucked the cock with my asshole, enjoying the sensation as I rubbed my clit with my fingers. I came hard on the cock, screaming loudly enough for everyone in the store to hear me. I could feel the cock erupt inside of my ass and I knew that I had drained it. I pulled my ass off of the cock and then I dressed, grabbed my purse and headed out of the booth. I didn’t want the person who had been in the booth next to me to see who I was and so I quickly made my way out of the store and popped into the bistro next door to use the restroom and clean myself up more completely. 

By the time I walked out I looked like nothing had ever happened. I made my way back across the street to our car. My husband was already there waiting for me with a sandwich in his hand. 

“Damn honey, what took you so long?” he asked, handing me the bag. “I got your sandwich. Wait. You didn’t buy anything?” He looked at me, puzzled. 

“It was really crowded in there,” I said. “I had a bunch of stuff I wanted but then I didn’t feel like braving the line. I’m ready to get out of this place,” I told him and I got into the passenger seat. 

“Is everything okay?” he asked me. “You look weird.” 

“I do?” I asked, guilt coursing through me. I wondered if he knew. 

“Yeah, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” He laughed and shoved the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth before turning the car on. 

“I did see some shit in that store,” I said, trying to make a joke. 

“I’ll bet,” he said as he pulled onto the road. At that very moment I could feel something erupting from my asshole. The guy from the booth’s cum was choosing that moment to leak out of my asshole and onto my panties. I felt like such a little slut, lying to my husband and cum leaking out of my asshole. I smiled to myself as I relived the whole experience in my mind again as I watched the world roll by. 

slut-problems: Cherry was forty-five, married,…

slut-problems:

Cherry was forty-five, married, and she had grown kids of her own. She was the hottest MILF in town, but she also had a secret. Her family had fallen upon hard times and she had gone back to stripping in order to make enough money to keep them afloat. She had tried to keep it a secret, but somehow all of her son’s friends found out. They had threatened to tell her son and so she had decided that the only way to keep them quiet was to give in to their demands. They wanted her tits, pussy and ass and Cherry was accustomed to giving those things up. What the boys didn’t know is that Cherry didn’t mind fucking them. In fact, she enjoyed it. 

She’d always been a bit of a Cougar MILF, but now that she had so many young boys interested in fucking her pussy she spent most of her spare time taking them one by one into her bedroom and locking the door while her husband did his best to keep all of the other kids out of their bedroom. She drained their young cocks quickly and with precision. She was so fucking hot that it was difficult for any of them to last very long with her. Most of the boys she fucked had no idea she was fucking all the other ones. None of them told the others, for fear that it would upset her and she would stop fucking them. They all wanted to keep fucking her, even though it was wrong and sometimes it made them feel guilty. She would fuck them in her car, at the park, wherever and whenever she could get their cocks in her. 

None of them told her son what was happening, and for that she was grateful. Maybe that was why she continued to fuck them all, even when times got better and she didn’t have to work as a stripper anymore. If she was being honest with herself she was just as addicted to their young cocks as they were addicted to her pussy. Her husband didn’t seem to mind. He seemed to like that she was such as slut and he could tell that fucking all those hot, young guys only made Cherry hornier. He constantly covered for her, telling their kids that she had run to the bank, when she was really fucking her son’s best friend in the backseat of her SUV behind the convenience store down the block. He knew she would come home even hornier, and he looked forward to fucking in the cream pies his son’s friends left inside of his wife. Cherry would never find this out, but he had been the one that told their son’s friends. His plan had worked completely. Now his slutty Cougar MILF of a wife was getting cream pied by his son’s friends daily. It was perfect.

My husband wouldn’t do couple’s yoga with me, …

My husband wouldn’t do couple’s yoga with me, even though it was on my bucket list, and I really didn’t want to have to divorce him and marry someone else just so I could cross couple’s yoga off of the list. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” I asked him again. 

“I’m sure,” he told me with a sigh of satisfaction. His pizza sat on the coffee table and he was watching sports. 

“I paid the extra money already and I can’t get it back. Why can’t you just do this for me?” I begged. 

“Honey, yoga is for pussies. And women. It’s not for manly men like me.” He turned back to his game and grabbed another slice of pizza. He disgusted me. I couldn’t believe he was the same man that I had married. I stormed out to my car and tried to relax as I turned the car on. I put on some meditation music and did some deep breathing. My husband made me so mad sometimes. I needed to relax and forget about him. I had a private yoga session with Lionel to look forward to. 

“Namaste,” he said as I entered his private studio. I had paid a lot of money for this session, and I’d had to wait three months for it to come. Luckily, I had booked two in a row, and so I would have at least two of these glorious sessions. Maybe next time I could bring a friend to replace my husband. 

“Namaste,” I said.

“Are we waiting on your partner?” he asked me. 

“No, my partner ditched me for sports,” I said, bowing my head in shame. 

“Oh. I’m…sorry,” he said. “I’m Lionel Jennings,” he said. 

“I’m Marybeth Shannon,” I said, shaking his hand. 

“So let’s get started,” he said and I laid my mat out and we began our session. He took me through the familiar poses that I had been through with the other instructors when I noticed that Lionel was checking me out when he thought I wasn’t looking. In fact, every time I cracked my eye he was staring at my tits or my ass. Lionel was fucking hot. He was everything that my husband wasn’t. He was young, taut and tight. He was ripped and in shape. He was sensitive and kind, and most of all he was into me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had caught my husband checking me out. 

I began to show off for Lionel, letting my tits fall out of my top a bit, slipping enough to show nipple. I bent over and stuck my pussy out toward where he was bending over behind me. I wondered if he could see the wet spot in my leggings where my pussy had soaked through my pants. I let out some sexual moans, pretending that the yoga was straining me. I really just wanted him to know what I sounded like when I was moaning. I wanted him to want to make me moan with his cock. 

I turned around and stared at the bulge in his pants and I smiled at him when he caught me looking. 

“Marybeth? See something you like?” 

“Yeah. You see anything you like?” I was bent over and I knew he could see down my top. I had worn it on purpose, hoping Lionel would notice me. He was the hottest yoga instructor and I knew a few other students who would love to do 69 pose with him, or maybe have him back up her downward dog. He moved to me and wrapped his hands around my waist from behind. I turned around, facing him and we shared that sweet moment right before you kiss, when you know it’s going to happen and you can feel the pull of your lips to theirs. 

Our lips met in a sweet kiss that lasted much longer than it should have. By the time I came up for air, he was pulling down my leggings. Before I knew it I was stepping out of them and he had pulled up my sports bra. I pulled off his shirt and chucked it aside as he pulled his compression shorts off. His cock popped out, bigger than it had looked when it had been tucked into his shorts. I grabbed it and dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth. 

“This is called the crouching dragon pose,” he said with a flighty laugh. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not, but when he grabbed my hair and used it as a fuck handle to pull my mouth up and down on his cock, I didn’t care if he was joking or not. This was the way I needed to be fucked. I needed a guy who could take control, and quite unlike my husband, Lionel was proving to be a real man, one who could dominate me. 

“Let’s try the blowjob bridge pose,” he suggested and I looked at him blankly, not sure what he meant. He helped me into a bridge position, which is a modified backbend. He lifted my arms up and anchored them on his waist. His cock found my mouth and he fucked my face this way, as if my mouth were a pussy. I was amazed at how much of his cock I could take in this position. My throat seemed to be opened up to it’s fullest capacity and he had it filled completely. 

“You are so fucking hot!” he encouraged me and it only made me want to suck him deeper. “Can we have sex, or is that too much?” 

“Sex? Oh my God. Yes!” I was practically begging for it. I couldn’t remember the last time my husband and I had fucked. I had to go even further back to the last time we had put any effort or passion into our fucking. Lionel didn’t hesitate. He grabbed me and pushed me onto my hands and knees. 

“Get into a downward dog,” he coached me, as if this were still a lesson and not a fuckfest. I got into position and I waited for him to back me up from behind. It was just like all of my fantasies about Lionel, and probably every other woman’s fantasy that had taken a lesson from him. His big cock entered me slowly, opening up my pussy the way my husband’s had never been able to. I cried out and began to cum almost instantly.

Lionel knew what he was doing, and the tool he was working with was exquisite. I could feel his emotions for me as he fucked me. There was lust and admiration, attraction and passion. The way he fucked me was brutal, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It seemed I couldn’t stop cumming. The whole time his cock was inside of me was like a continuous orgasm. It was epic in ways that my husband had never been able to deliver. It almost made me wish I wasn’t married so I could marry Lionel. I knew that was crazy, but it made my orgasms even better to think about it, to pretend that I was married to a guy like Lionel instead of my loser husband. 

“Can I cum in you?” he asked me. 

“Please!” I begged him, not caring if I got pregnant with his baby. Lionel had the kind of genes a woman wanted her baby to have. I screamed with delight as he emptied his big, fat dick into my pussy. 

“Well, that’s all for today,” he said as he fished his compression shorts off of the floor. I began to dress as well. 

“So, do you do this with all your clients?” I asked him, not jealous, just curious. I was happy for what he was willing to give me. 

“Just the really hot ones,” he said smoothly. 

“So you think I’m hot.” 

“I should hope so. I just fucked you.” He laughed. “So I see you are on the schedule for next week too?” 

“Yes.” 

“Will you be coming alone then as well? Because I have a special workout I’m going to plan just for you. A tantric workout.” 

“Did you say tantric?” I gulped. This was so exciting. My husband couldn’t even spell tantric. 

“I did. So I’ll see you then?” He smiled at me as he ushered me out. 

“Yes, I’ll be here. Alone.”

“Bye Marybeth!” 

“Thanks Lionel.” I walked to the waiting room and saw a really hot blonde girl in the waiting room with a guy that was probably her boyfriend or husband. The guy looked like he was in hell. That would have been me if my husband had come. 

“Next time, leave him at home,” I said to the girl on my way out. “You’re welcome,” I added when she looked up at me with confusion. I smiled to myself as I made my way home. Couple’s yoga could definitely get crossed off of my bucket list now. It hadn’t gone down quite the way I had planned, but Lionel and I counted as a couple now. We’d had yoga sex. That trumped couple’s yoga anyway. 

slut-problems: I was super excited when I got …

slut-problems:

I was super excited when I got the secretary job at the real estate office. These were people that could help me to move up in the world a bit. I had no official degree, but I was taking community college classes at night to better myself. I thought I dressed professionally, but looking back I can see that my outfits were rather “trailer trash” back then. 

Maybe that’s why my nickname became “Pass Around Patty” after the time I let Sean McMannis bend me over the bathroom counter and pound the shit out of my pussy. I tried my best to be quiet and not scream too loudly, but after that everyone knew I was a slut. 

They all started taking turns on me, taking me to the bathroom or to their private offices. The other women basically hated me, but I knew they didn’t matter. All that mattered was that my bosses loved me and I spent a significant amount of time on my boss’s cocks so that they would love me. I was having more fun than I’d even had in college. There were just so many horny cocks to fuck and suck and they were all into using me. They were all married cocks, too and I don’t know why that made it hotter for me, but it sure did. I loved being the little temptress that they couldn’t resist.

I loved sucking and fucking cocks, so it was no surprise when I got promoted. Kendra, one of the other secretaries was pissed off because she probably deserved the promotion more than me if it were based on actual merit as an employee. But Kendra was just going to have to learn that office politics aren’t always based on merit. In fact, most of the time they are based entirely on pussy.

I promised myself I would never fuck around wi…

I promised myself I would never fuck around with a married man, and I wouldn’t have done it, except John lied. He didn’t tell me he was married until I was far too addicted to his cock to give it up. He showed me things I would never have believed were real before I met him. 

He fucked me with a force and intensity that shook earthquakes into my body, jiggling my tits, ass and thighs as he pounded me. I screamed with all my might as I clung to him, limply, trying not to pass out from the pleasure. I couldn’t believe that a man could make me feel the things John was making me feel. 

He showed me how strong a man could be as he held me in place with his two hands and pounded his cock into my center, hammering into the heart of me, into the depths of my body until my core was shaking. I would tremble and tremor, my screams like sirens, warning anyone and everyone that John was a force to be reckoned with. 

I was possessed by his lust, captivated by his breath, his voice, his heart. I knew I was falling for him. How could a girl like me not fall? He was making my body bend into pretzels, and then coating me with his dipping sauce. I wanted to bathe in his cum, bask in his presence, let him fill me with his love and his loads.

I thought that I had a chance back then, back before I knew the truth. I let myself dream. I let myself think that maybe, if I played things right that John might actually love me. I’m sure you can imagine how it broke my tender, little heart to hear him say those words I never thought I’d hear him say. Instead of, “I love you” he said, 

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m actually…married.” 

Now I’m THAT girl. I’m in love with a married man, and I can’t stop fucking him. 

I don’t even fuck around. Feed my asshole that cock, honey! I’m…

I don’t even fuck around. Feed my asshole that cock, honey! I’m hungry to be your anal slave again while your wife takes her little nap inside the house. I wonder what would happen if she woke up and saw us banging one out on the lawn furniture you bought together last week. I’ll bet I can guess. I’d love to see her face as I fuck the shit out of your cock, backing my ass up on you like the little hussy I am. 

That’s right. I’m a little slut and I love the married ones like you. You’re hungrier, hornier, more appreciative of my anal sickness. I want cocks in my ass. Lots of them. I know you’d freak the fuck out if you knew how many cocks have been in my ass this week, but what you don’t know won’t hurt you. Will it? You go on thinking I’m all hung up on you emotionally. Go ahead and get addicted to my asshole, just like all the others. 

You don’t care about anything but getting that cock off, anyway. Do you? It’s not like you’d actually fall for me because I let you fuck my ass. Would you? I mean, I don’t care either way. As long as you keep pounding my young ass, making me cum, I don’t care how you feel. In fact, I don’t even care if your wife finds out. Maybe I can teach her something, turn her into a cuckquean or something. Oh, I know you say she’s not like that, but I have a way with people. Just look what I’ve done to you. You’re my cock now. Aren’t you?

slut-problems: I awoke from a dream to the hammering of his…

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I awoke from a dream to the hammering of his cock, to the pounding of my intestines, to the bruising of his hand around my neck. I knew my rapist well. He was my husband, my lover, my friend, but he was so much more. He was the hand that fed me and the hand that hit me. He was the hurtful words that he spat at me while he brutally ass-fucked my tightest hole. He was the one who smeared my make-up with his pillow over my face. He loved to smother and strangle and hit. 

I loved to take it. I loved to endure his wrath over and over again. I loved to incur his hatred, to make him want to break me in half. I loved to bring out his sadistic violence. I longed for bruises that lasted for weeks and turned from black and purple to yellow and green. I wanted to be stuffed full of his anger, pounded with his aggression. 

He never disappointed. Which is why I spend my life getting my holes taken and abused, battered and bruised by the one that I love and hate equally. The one I love and hate the most. 

slut-problems: Most people party on the weekends, but I party…

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Most people party on the weekends, but I party Monday-Friday from 9am-2:20pm. When my husband goes to work, I get to work on a bunch of cocks. They aren’t always the same ones, but I have a lot of regulars that love to ditch work for a few hours so they can dump some cum in me. I can hardly wait to drop my kids off at school so I can have a few hours of pure, unadulterated pleasure. 

I started out just fucking one at a time, but the problem was that I got greedy. I started inviting them too close together and one would show up before the other was through. I guess I can be pretty convincing, especially after they’d fucked me a few times and found out how good my slutty holes feel. Now, most of the guys I fuck are completely trained. They know exactly what time to show up and when to leave. They use me so much harder than my husband ever could. I’ve probably cum more times that any other mother and wife that I know. I’ve even perfected the double orgasm because I’m so used to getting double penetration now!

By the time I get back to the school to pick up my kids I stink of cum and pussy. My kids probably think this is normal by now, but I often see the other moms giving me sideways glances and making comments about me. They can’t possibly know, but I guess there is just something about me that signals to other women that I am a threat. All the dads at the school really like me, though. Even though I look like shit after an afternoon of being fucked by four guys most of them still come over to talk to me. Sometimes I give them my number, and if they are my type, sometimes I let them come join me and my friends for a little fun.

Everyone thinks my boss works late because he is so diligent and…

Everyone thinks my boss works late because he is so diligent and hardworking. My husband thinks I work late because my boss is some kind of slave driver. The truth is, he keeps me late every day for an entirely different reason, but he says as long as I keep giving up my pussy, he’ll keep paying me time and a half for the extra time I’m “working late.”

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