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Such a sweetheart

Spill your heart out

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Just look around.

Oh if only I had a married cock to cry and gag on when I feel sad 😵‍💫💗

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My (34m) wife (27f) is into being a hotwife. She loves being a vixen and cheating on me and I love to watch.

I'd love to send you pictures of her and set you up for a nice cheating session.

Words cannot express how much I do NOT want anyone sending me pictures of another person. Chances are high that she has no idea you are offering her up.

And even if she does, that's not cheating. That's consensual play with others. Awesome if you're into it. I'm just not.

Now let's say you and her discuss it, and decide to stop this nonsense and just be faithful to each other. Then she goes on a trip with her girlfriend and instead meets up with me, while betraying you, and you get absolutely nothing out of it? That's cheating.

And that's what I'm into.

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Some of us have none😈

i love making older men question their morals <333

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Really need to grab some other man's girl like this😈

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Guilty

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Where I'm different is that my mouth and cock are in strategic alignment.

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I LOVE the unavailable stories. Whoever she is she's a very lucky girl. I'm so glad you kept going.

Sincerely,

A lonely wife

Isn't this the sweetest. I wouldn't say she's lucky. She's a very good girl.

Just to let you know, no wife should be lonely. You have more opportunities than you could ever know. Not necessarily me, but once you reach out men will come for you.

Also, interesting that the story has no likes. Seems to be anonymous admirers exist.

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Unavailable Part 3 (the real one)

So the "Unavailable" story really can't end the way I initially ended it. She's just too good of a girl to lose her gift. So here we go.

As she started to drive, her husband answered the text and had just wanted her to pick up takeout. She called him back and they talked for a bit. "Sorry for calling so many times. I figured your phone was muted so I wanted to catch you before you left."

She thought about that phone vibrating. Being held against her. She giggled just a bit and knew she couldn't think about "Him" and have an intelligent conversation.

"Oh the calls were just fine. My client didn't mind at all. I'll be home in a bit. "

When she picked up the order, they said 10 minutes. She felt like someone would be able to tell. Everyone was normal. As she stood there thinking about him, she jumped when the food was ready. Her mind was back in that room. Had she really zoned out to that extent?

Back in the car, she sent him a message. She was just going to go back tonight. Open the box. Wear whatever he wants her to wear. Whatever it is can't be much. And right now that's exactly what she wanted. To be naked for him.

He answered. "No you aren't. A promise is a promise. Words have consequences.

Also let me know when you're home safe. I slipped a bottle of arnica cream in your purse. It will help with the bruises.

But leave a small area on your ass untreated. I want you to remember what a good girl you were this evening, every time you sit down.

Next time I'll apply it for you. 😘 "

A promise? Shit. She had made him promise that he wouldn't try to fuck her. Why had she done that? Would she have agreed to meet him without the promise? Probably not. Internally she had needed that plausible deniability. Even tho when she arrived at his room, she knew without a doubt he would try, and she would probably let him.

"I changed my mind. "

"Promises don't work that way babygirl. Go home enjoy your evening. By the way, if I can't have you tonight, neither can he."

"That's not fair. This isn't fair. I'm going to cry.'

"How cute. I expect a picture if you do."

She was going crazy but what could she do other than go home. She took a moment to put her gift in the spare tire compartment. Wondering again if she could get away with opening it. No. She would stay a good girl.

After she got home, a bit nervous and feeling like somehow he knew. The dogs knew. Her friends would know.

Was she blushing? She wasn't sure.

She quickly opened the app and let him know she was home.

"Thank you for letting me know. Go be a good girl."

"Yes Daddy"

She walked inside, flustered but trying to act natural.

Her husband kissed her on the cheek. Pulled a stool out for her. She declined.

"I've been sitting all day. I'd rather stand."

Truth was that her ass was still stinging.

"How was the meeting?"

"Fine"

"Get everything you wanted?"

"Everything I asked for yes."

"You should have asked for more."

She ached at that thought. Quietly she said, "Yes I should have."

At that moment she had bent over slightly... revealing her bra a bit.

"Oh your wearing that set I bought you. Can't wait to take it off of you. I love those panties."

She had a bit of panic at she stood there, knowing she hadn't even protested as they were taken off of her. The pretty set was a Valentines gift. And how will she explain she lost her panties? Things get lost in the laundry right???

She would have let her husband do anything to her at that moment. But she wasn't allowed to tonight. The thought that HE was now telling her when she could let her husband have her. She was soaked. But said, "Let's try in the morning. I'm not feeling great tonight."

She locked herself in the bathroom and applied the arnica on her sore bottom...except that one spot. She thought about messaging him and asking for permission to fuck herself. She needed to hear him again. But she didn't dare ask. If he said no she'd die.

As she came, wishing she could feel him thrusting inside her, or at least close her eyes and pretend as her hubby filled in. She cried.

She opened her phone, then Tumblr, this ridiculous app that he knew was just a place she looked at flowers and other pretty things.

She sent him a teary, exhausted but not quite satisfied selfie.

"Aww there's my good girl. I hope you fucked yourself silly. Feel free let him fuck you in the morning. "

She could have asked. But she was still a good girl.

Somehow that made everything better.

She took a shower and pulled sweats on and slept like a baby that night.

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Fuck

You are sexy. I would absolutely prefer using you over my wife. In fact, when I fuck her tonight I am going to have the image of your sexy young body in my mind.

i love knowing married men are thinking of me while they fuck their wives. you know she’d never let you treat her half as badly as i’d let you

i’d be a perfect slut for you, letting you use me however and whenever

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Time to get to church

Let the married preacher do all the disgusting things to you at church that his wife is far too pure to do?

Yes, please ♪ I love the idea of accidentally (or purposely?) tempting a man of the cloth… he can use my body however he’d like ^^

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The pretty blonde real estate executive, in her favorite fall sweater. So innocent. Such a good girl. She purposely dressed innocent so her husband wouldn't worry about this new client she was meeting for coffee.

Just coffee.

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Who??

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Not yet

i hope all the disgusting older men here fantasize about fucking my tight young pussy while they're fucking their wives <3