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I have a question, some of you might be able to answer.

A little prelude - I am a 41 year old, married woman, with offsprings. I have been married for 16 years, and in the last few (since covid), I have been feeling uneasy.

Our sex life is vanilla, and it has been getting worse by the day. We still have sex, but I just dont find it pleasing enough. There is some blame on my end, since, when we met, I figured him as a marriage material, because he was, and I was a bit restrained by the thoughts of what will he think of me, so I was reluctant to do some things, I usually did.

Besides that, we have a wonderful marriage, and there is nothing I would want more - besides the sex part.

You might say - surprise him, but there is a catch, even though he is wonderful, he always felt insecure about himself. Plus, I used to be a knock out (I think I still am), and he has been jealous before. On vacation, when he would catch someone looking at me, he would nag about my bikini, how skimpy it is (it was not), and I guess I just felt he would think something bad of it.

So, I turned to the internet, and here I am.

Still, this and other places around the net, havent got much to offer for a woman. Stories are ok, but not exciting enough, and my thirst has been growing.

Now it might be the time to mention, that I have had my doubts about my appearance as well. Men were all over me, before I got married, but over the years, it kind a died down. I do notice that I still gain attraction, men still wanna flirt with me, but I was used to much, much, much more attention.

So, to test this out, I installed tinder. Just for laughs, and to see if I still got it. I set my location to a big city (we live in a small town), and...

Dear god, the amount of attention I got. And I only swiped right to the best looking men. I was in awe. Messaging, sexting, all of it, was so intoxicating, that I had to pull myself together, not to get lost in this virtual whirlpool of lust.

These things do not last long, since there is always something that will happen.

He was my crush at uni. I was in love with him for more than 2 years. He was everything I ever wanted in a man - tall, manly, with strong, black facial hair (back then that wasnt as popular as it is today), he was a great student, dating the best looking girls, yet he would get into trouble and bar fights. Someone who could love me, protect me, lift me up on his shoulders and carry me around.

I knew him, and we became friends. I could feel sparks between us, but he always had a girlfriend. I saw him looking at me, but when I tried to hint something, he would get cold. So, after he broke up with one of his girls, my younger cousin, who was a freshman, asked me to try to set up a date between them.

I only did it, because I thought he would say no. She was beautifull, but tiny, while I had all the atributes of a woman. So I did it, and his face lit up when I pointed her out to him. So, they hooked up, and I was so mad at myself.

I tried evading him, but my emotions were too strong. They dated for a few months, when one night, when we were hanging out together, he got drunk, and tried to kiss me. It was wrong, it was so wrong, so I backed out. He confessed, that he is in love with me, that he has been around me for so long, because of that.

My heart was pounding, I couldnt do it to her, so I said no, with a lamenting question, that I kept on repeating "why didnt you tell me before all of this?"

Tomorrow, he broke up with her, telling her that it is because of me, which lead to a scene, that I would rather evade describing. I got mad at him, for ruining my relationship with her, and just ghosted him.

Now, he is here, on my tinder. He stayed in the city, while I got back home, and got married.

Single, and still handsome as the devil.

I couldnt resist, I ran to him, only few days after our first contact. As soon as I got into his appartment, we didnt speak, just started kissing and undressing. I was so excited, that I was on top of him within seconds, riding him so fast, that I thought I would pass out. I came, I dont know, so fast, that I am not sure if it was a matter of minutes, or seconds.

He was kissing me with such passion, that I almost started crying.

He said: "I love you"
He said: "I have always loved you"
He said: "I wanna fuck you, all day, every day, until I drop dead."

And then he fucked me in the ass. And I wanted it. And I loved it.

So, here I am, writing this, and gaining courage to leave everything behind, and move in with him. I might sound like a complete idiot, but I feel that if I dont go through with this, that I will never be able to forgive myself.

Is this destiny, or not?

Can one leave her family, for the sake of herself, and not totally regret it?

My first confession.

I met her when I was 33, she was 25. Beautifull, slim blonde, with long hair, even longer legs, and tits to die for. She was, and still is by far the best looking woman I ever had. We started dating, and soon enough, we were doing it raw, and I was cumming inside her.

I wanted to knock her up, tie her to me, marry her. It worked.

Now, ten years later, she is still the hottest woman in the world for me, but our sex life is very vanilla, we have sex maybe four or five times a year, and I do get a birthday blow job.

All this, from a woman, who licked my ass, literally and frequently, before we got married.

I got divorced almost three years ago. I am a female, in my late 30s, and I have been married for 15 years, so I married young.

He was my first, if you dont count a few innocent hs pettings, and our sex life was pretty non existent, for the last few years of marriage. I have relived myself, many times, and eventually got sucked into the world of erotic forums, porn sites etc.

After we split up, my libido just jumped through the roof, and my online addiction sky rocketed. I wanted sex so badly, I have caught myself having these indecent thoughts about men around me, at work, at the supermarket etc.

Why didnt I do anything?

I am affraid. I have had sex with only one man in my life, and I guess I was insecure, so I stayed locked inside this cage I have built for myself.

Through all this, I started chatting with this man, some ten years younger than me, via this erotic forum. It became a form of hotting, with words at starters. Then I sent him some photos of me, without face and clothed, he sent me his, and he is a handsome, handsome man, so handsome, that I have wondered what such a good looking man is doing sexting a woman like me.

It evolved, i sent him some bikini photos, than partial nudes, and full nudes at the end, and eventually we saw each other on cam.

It was so sexy. He was raining down on me with compliments, throughout all of this, how beautifull I am, how hot I am, and such things are nice to hear. LIttle digression - I know I look good, and my looks werent the obstacle for me to find someone to have sex with - it was the other issues, I discussed earlier.

So we continued with this for more than 6 months, and it was hot, so intense. He was so good at describing things, it was like living through an audio version of the best erotic story ever written. Him, talking, made me climax every time, but looking at him through the camera didnt hurt either.

And he was obsessed with my behind, always asking for me to show it, and if I did, he would climax almost immediately. He would always tell me how he wants me from behind, or in a reverse cowgirl etc, and it got me appreciating that part of my body, and I did become aware that it does look good for a woman of my shape and size.

Long story short, after almost half of year of this, one day he sends me a message that he is coming to my country on business (we both live in Europe - different countries), and that he will be in such and such hotel, room number ..., and gives me his telephone number, for me to call him, so we could go out for dinner and, who knows.

I decided not to go, not to call him, it was all fun, but one thing is a fantasy through the weil of some anonymity, and this would be something completely different.

I was fighting myself on this one, I wanted to go, but I was scared, really scared that I will ruin it, by meeting him. You have got to understand, this was a kind of a relationship for me, something I was looking forward, seeing him online.

He was staying there for three nights. On the second night, I called him at 1 a.m. My voice was... I was scared. Asked him if I can come over to his room.

An hour later, I was there, in leather pants (god, what was I thinking), and a bottle of wine. We started going at each other immediately, we were both so desperate. He ripped my blouse off of me, and went for my breast right away. I was on fire, ready to go, like I have had hours of fore play.

And as we started to undress, I remembered his fixation, so as he was laying on his back, I got on top of him, kissed him, then turned the other way. I have never had sex in this position, so I was a bit scared, but ready to go. He had a condom on... And he came after no more than 20 seconds.

My dissapointment was inmesurable. He did try to get me off, afterwards, but wasnt good at it, so I faked it. I excused myself, and lied to him that I will see him again tomorrow, and told him it was good, it was all I was hoping for.

Never saw him again, not in real life, nor online. But this awkward experience was an eye opener of sorts. What was I affraid of?

Two weeks later, I met a man of my age, also divorced, like me, and I am having the best sex of my life.

I think this whole experience helped me understand a few things about myself. And one thing is for sure, I lost years of my life, living of sexual scraps, from my husband, later on, from online erotica, but nothing beats the real thing, when it is done right.

I am a nudist enthusiast.

This has started more than 20 years ago, as soon as I was old enough to get into one. At first, I was just walking and gawking around, but through time, I learned the etiquette, saw it change and develop over the years, to the extent that few relationships I had, all included nudism, as our regular hobby.

Currently, I am single, and still roaming the beaches.

Through time, I learned to recognize, which women or couples, enjoy the attention, to stay away from the shy ones, first timers etc. I havent got much from it, besides eye candy, one or two hand jobs, and one single blow job, over the course of over 20 years, but many times women, and especially couples, have enjoyed watching me "play" with myself, or simply were just looking at my erection, directed towards her.

This confession is aimed at that one blow job I got, a few years back, before lockdowns and all the other shit, because, it was the sexiest moment of my entire life.

She was my age, long brown hair, beautifull, slim and tall, with long legs and small tits. Her ass was flat, but still lovely to look at. He looked a bit older. My "scanning" began, by going past them, pretty closely, and I could see I caught her attention, or it is better to say, the she saw that she caught mine, due to the state of my nether regions during that "passing by".

That was a good sign. As I located myself on a respectable distance, yet turned their way, I immediately saw her trying to show off. Another great sign, was, that she was glancing my way.

Then, it was my turn. I started "cleaning" sand from my hairy body, especially the lower parts, and she, both of them, seemed like they enjoyed it.

That was my cue, and moment later, I was talking to them, asking for sun oil, chatting them up, while she was directly looking at my hard parts. This is the part where I might mention, that I do look pretty good for a man my age, and far far better than her spouse. I guess he saw her interest too, so he invited me to sit with them, for a chat.

That chat was the best fore play I have ever had in my life. We talked normal stuff, weather, he talked sports, and such shit, but, I dont know if you ever maintaned, almost handsfree, erection for an hour, but I did that day. And she was helping, a lot, I never saw a woman with such sensual moves, her every breath was driving me crazy. Yet, I saw that they are not interested for more, so, I kept my hands to myself, and without even daring to touch myself.

At the end, they asked me if I would escort them off the beach. At that point, I have dripped so much pre cum all over my belly, that it was all sticky, and wet.

She was walking infront of us, and we were both looking at her body. She was deliberately quite a few steps infront, because, this seemed as a well played scenario.

"Isnt she beautifull?"
"Dear lord, yes, she is stunning," I answered.
"She likes you too."
Then he paused.
"She will suck your cock, if you are up for it."
Another pause.
"But not more than that."

I just nodded, with a smile on my face. To be honest, I was flabbergasted, even though I might have been hoping for something similar.

He rushed to join her, told her something, and kissed her. As soon as we got to this little, secluded part, underneath some trees, she just got on her knees, with a smile on her face.

She has done this before, they have done this before. She took me in, and started working hard. He sat a few meters to the side, for a good view. I stood there, like frozen, stunned by the situation. I warned her that I am about to cum, like a gentleman should, and she pulled my cock out, and started jerking it hard, with a cock head on her tongue, while looking straight into my eyes. Probably due to all the long "fore play" and sexual tension, I blew the biggest load of my life.

The thing that got me was, that she was still smiling, when I gathered my senses. She enjoyed it, as much as I did.

She cleaned up, and he was there, still hard, but obviously, he didnt touch himself during this act. I was confused and I asked for a phone number, but she just shook it off, with words "it was really nice".

Till this day, I think about it. Obviously, they were in a kind of a cuckold marriage (yes, they both had their rings), but what happened afterwards?

Was this a kind of a wicked fore play for them? He probably fucked her as soon as they got to their hotel. Did he call her names, for what she just did with me? What is the angle?

And, before you asked, I never saw them again. They said that they are vacationing, but still, I hoped that they will come back, at least a year, or two later.

Never saw them again, but still thinking of them, till this day.

I am a 40 year old woman. I never got married, nor have I ever had a serious relationship.

Sex was not a big part of my life, up until mid 20s, when I started a series of short term relationships that revolved around physical. In my 30s, that lust died down a little bit, but this year, I started feeling it again.

I like to think that I am non conventional, regarding the emotional. I never felt a need to start a family, or have I felt anything towards a man, besides occasional lust. I am ok with the idea that I will stay alone forever, and I am saying this just to take this out of the way.

I have satisfied my needs by myself, for most of my life, and porn, in the form of the written word has been my main focus, thus, I am here.

This long prelude has its function - things have been changing for me over the last few months.

I have this young neighbour, who has been eyeing me ever since he hit that age, when women start to interest man. I have noticed it, and it was kind of a flattering feeling. I am aware that I am far from beautifull, but at the same time, that my body is in pretty good shape, thanks to, not genetics, but decades of regular working out.

Ever since he started college, this fall, my interest grew. Now, a small digression, I live in eastern Europe, so neighbours all know each other and greet each other, plus, the college is in the same city, so he is living at home, while attending classes.

I started giving off signals, which he picked up very fast. When I called him to "help me with my computer", he got it right away, and started kissing me as he entered the door. First time I only let him eat me out, and said something in the realm of "wanting to take it slowly". I did give him a handjob, not to let him go without anything.

That went on for some time, and I enjoyed a young man serving me the way he did. He always wanted more, but I was relentless. It felt good being aware of your own sexual powers.

He became more and more pushy, so after a while, my quid pro quo, escalated towards oral. He would always finish in my mouth, and I would always swallow, which made him surprisingly extatic.

Now, we are having a full on sexual realtionship, and I even did anal with him, for the first time in my life.

And now, I think I am in love. And he thinks it too, but I know, that he is in love in the fact that he has sex two floors down, readily available, at almost any time. I know that this "love" he has, will wear off, with the first interesting girl his age, he stumbles upon.

So I will enjoy it while it lasts. But all of this made me wonder, if I made wrong life choices, and I ask myself, is it too late now, to change who I am.

I know this is not the sexiest confession out there, but this one is mine.

I fucked a married woman.

So I am 30, single, and havent had sex for quite some time. She is ten years my senior, a bit chubby, not the most beautifull woman in the world, but not ugly, short hair, but with a pair of nice tits. We work together, in a restaurant, and before or after work (since we have uniforms), I have noticed she dresses poorly for a woman her age - yoga pants, and tight shirts. Man, did I gawk at that fat ass, and juicy tits every time I could.

Since I am single, and a walking hormonal bomb, I started flirting, not because I thought anything would come out of it, it was just a way for me to play, and get a bit of mental material for later jerk off sessions, dedicated to her.

She started responding to it, but I still thought it is a dead end. She is just having fun, messing around.

But, I have noticed she has been brushing against me, smiling at my stupid jokes, and well, I responded by trying to find myself in situations in which we would be close, and in which we would touch our bodies.

That went on for quite some time, until, one night our manager asked her to lock up, since she had to be somewhere. So I decided to stick around, until it is only two of us. We have this back room, where we change our uniforms, and I waited for her to go there, and when I approached the door, I asked "are you decent", after knocking, because I needed the place too.

"I am, you should have come earlier"

That gave me wings. I entered, saying something like, I am in a rush, and proceeded to undress, to my underwear, to change, to my "civilian" clothes. I was intentionally turned her way, in baggy boxers, with a full on hard on. Still thinking nothing will happened, I just wanted her to see how excited I am to be near her, and use that thought as wank material, after I run off home. But then, while putting my hoodie on, still turned to her, I felt her hand on my cock. As I tossed my hoodie to the side, there she was, sitting on that couch, rubbing me through my boxers. I lunged at her, started kissing her, while peeling the jeans off of her. Hairy pussy, I mean, really hairy, havent seen that in ages. She was wet as a rain forest, so I was inside of her, very fast.

In while I was undressing her bellow waist, she took everything off north of it. Huge tits!!! She wanted it. she kissed me back, holding my shoulders, my forearms, while I was fucking her. I wanted to enjoy the sight of her tits, so I put her legs on my shoulders, and started fucking her hard. They were bouncing all over the place, so she grabbed them in her hands, while looking at me.

I got her shins in my hands, and pulled them back, so I can pull a bit back, and look how I enter her, while not losing pace.

Oh, she loved it!!!! And I was ready to bust...

Guess she saw that too, so she pulled me close, and started getting for under me. She wants to be on top, I thought.

As I lie on my back, you can imagine my delight, when I saw her stepping over my face. Oh, what a huge ass!!! Her wet, hairy cunt was on my face and I just started devouring her. She started sucking me, all the way, but I had no time to think about it, as she was wiggling her ass, rubbing her cunt all over me. Her pubes were so wet, her moans with a cock in her mouth...

And then I remembered a "trick" I used in such situations before. Anus stimulation, ok, that could do the trick, but I pulled her ass cheeks apart, while looking straight into her brown eye. She starts working harder. I try to position myself as close to there, while not reaching for a lick, acting all casual, it is just there. My nose touches the inside of her cheeks, then her asshole, and then she starts moving so violently, up and down, that her asshole presses hard against my nose and upper lip, and starts shaking. I press her down with right hand, while with the left I push her head down on my cock.

As she started cumming, she almost broke my nose, but didnt push her head back. I came so hard, that she was not able to consume it, she pulled back, gasping for air, while my cum was running down my croch.

I smelled like cunt for three days.

It was fun, and it felt ok. We were laughing and joking afterwards, and I felt good things are about to happend.

The next day, nor the day after that, she didnt come to work. On the third day, manager told me she quit, out of the blue.

That is my luck. I have this feeling that anyone else would turn this into a fuck - buddy situation, but not me.

It has been over a year since, and I still cant stop thinking about it.

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