Seducing Married Women

I've been fucking a local trophy wife for a little over a year now. I met her online and we had the same chemistry that we had online, but we just had to be discreet, meeting far from where she lived or coming to my place. Things started to progress in a strange way because she started to confide in me in ways that started to get deeper and more personal; things she should be sharing with a therapist. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy deep conversations, but the subject matter made me think she needed some professional help.

She is in her late 20s, no kids, and her husband is in his late 40s and has kids from a previous marriage. By all other accounts, from outsiders, everyone would assume they have the perfect life. He is very successful and she does not work, but she is VERY bored and she feels very useless other than being her husband's arm candy and someone for him to fuck. She has a lot of regrets about never going to college and pursing her own career, to which I strongly urged her to go back since money and time are not an issue for her. When I encouraged her, she was so excited to have someone that was supportive. Her husband has not been supportive and I think that is by design to keep a sense of power, leverage, and reliance on him. She said that when they dated and married, everyone knew the game and she has been accused of being a gold digger, which has made her want to prove herself even more. I've given her a lot of advice on how to approach the subject or how to even just go ahead and pursue what she wants without his permission.

Unfortunately, while she has really connected with me physically and with my support, she was upset that I stopped fucking her. This added to her sense of inadequacy, asking about what she did wrong, but I felt very uncomfortable being a potential lifeboat for her. I do very well for myself and the last thing I need is someone that unilaterally decides that they don't want to be in their situation to be with me. It has happened before and it ended terribly; I hated everything about it. Pushing her physically away has encouraged her to try harder despite me being 100% clear about my expectations and enjoying being a friend more than a lover. I encouraged her to find a professional to speak to, to help her navigate this. Her friends have not been supportive because she feels that they resent her lifestyle as a gold digger and don't think she will ever apply herself. To be honest, I think she would do well in college and with her drive. Sometimes people need that second birth to feel that fire lit under their ass instead of just pursuing higher education because it is expected of them.

About two months ago I met a woman at Kohls when I was doing an Amazon return. She was in front of me and as I approached we exchanged a glance which was pretty innocent. There were two people ahead and a bit of a line. She was wearing yoga pants and athletic top, but a light jacket. Blonde hair in a pony tail, but dark eyes. I was checking her out, but trying to avoid being noticed, but then I saw the anklet on her right ankle. Since we had people between us and she was ahead of me, I was assuming I wouldn't get the opportunity to chat her up. She made her return and smiled at me as she was leaving. I took note of which direction she went in case we could cross paths.

It didn't take long for me to get my return in and on my way out I went the same direction that she took to see if I could find her. I saw her lingering by the housewares section and approached her. Thankfully she was still near the walkway so it didn't appear too intentional. I asked her if she ever had trouble returning anything and she said no. She returned a dress that they messed up on. They not only sent the wrong style, but the wrong size. It was sealed with the right code though. I had similar things happen. We ended up in a conversation about the downfall of quality in Amazon where the marketplace feels flooded by knockoffs of knockoffs.

After a few minutes, I her body language changed. She stopped looking at whatever she was looking at. She was facing me, played with some strands of her hair by her ear, and she had a relaxed smile and laugh. Before the pedestrian conversation overstayed its welcome, I complimented her on her anklet and asked her where she got it. She thanked me and said that it does not get recognized often. I asked if her husband got it for her or if she picked it out herself. She said she picked it out, but her husband likes it. I asked if he gave his approval and she said yes and that he encouraged her to get it. I asked if it was her idea or his. She said his, but that she loves it.

The conversation within a conversation went on for about another minute before she beat me to the punch and asked for my contact info. She texted me a lips emoji so we both had our numbers. Over the next few weeks, we texted and it quickly got sexual. She recently got into the hotwife game. Her husband shared a kink with her and while she was initially turned off, she was intrigued. It took a long time for them to find someone, but eventually he found someone to fuck her while he watched. That was about five months ago and since then, she fucked two other guys. Of the three, only one she still fucks because two of the other guys got weird.

I've been insanely busy because of the end of our fiscal year at work (sales...), so I have not had time to meet up with many new friends. It did allow her and I to marinate and flirt to build up a massive amount of sexual tension where she would send nudes and even some content of the other men fucking her. This weekend, we finally got together. The husband wanted to meet me, so I met them for dinner. She looked amazing in a short dress that showed off her cleavage. The vibe was great, so they invited me back to their place and she rode with me. On the ride back, our hands were all over each other, even though I was driving. She had my cock out and was stroking it, one of her tits popping out of her dress and her dress hiked up so I could slide my fingers along and into her, past her thong.

We got back to their place and he watched her make out with me, in my parked car, in their driveway. It was an appetizer and we went inside while he watched us. Our mouths and hands were all over each other as I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I sat her down on her ass and leaned her back, hovering over her and kissing her, all while between her legs. I pulled her panties off and explored her with my hands and made my way down to take my time eating her pussy. Her husband just watched, slowly stroking his cock. The dirty talk escalated from her as I was buried between her thighs. It was mostly her talking to him, asking if he liked what he saw, telling him that I was going to fuck her. It was hot and she begged for me to fuck her. My mouth was covered in her and she came on my mouth once already. I pulled my cock out and slid into her. Her needy pussy was tight, but the wetness made it easy. I was losing my mind by this point and I NEEDED to fuck her. I bit my lip and pushed harder into her with each thrust despite the tightness.

The fucking was hard and with passion, taking time to kiss at times. Her husband came while I was fucking her from behind and she breathlessly talked dirty to him. He went to clean up and left us alone. We continued to fuck for some time and she begged for me to cum in her mouth as I was getting close. I could feel it and I told her. She hopped off of me and sucked my cock and stroked with her hand until I came in her mouth, her eyes looking up at me. I pushed her back onto her back at went down her pussy and as she was getting close, I slid my still-hard cock back into her. She came hard on my cock and dug her fingernails into my back, leaving marks. During this time, her husband came by to watch now and again, but never lingered for long. It took longer this time, but she said she wanted me to use her pussy to cum again and I did.

A few months ago, I was traveling with my larger sales team to get together for a week. There is a coworker I have low-key flirted with that lives in another city, but never met in person. We both flew in the day before meetings, from separate cities, and hung out. We went to grab an early dinner after we checked into our hotel with a lot of flirting in the cab and during the meal. We had a few drinks to loosen up and when we hopped in a cab she went in head first and just shook her ass at me and refused to move until I grabbed her and moved her playfully.

We grabbed a bottle of wine and went back to her room to hang out since she didn't feel like being social with everyone in the lobby. Back in her room, the flirting was always on this edge of inappropriateness, because shit can get really weird with coworkers. She went through her carry on and intentionally tossed her panties and bra on the bed while she was looking for something. I grabbed the pair and asked her if her husband bought them for her. She laughed and said no and asked if I liked them. I said yes and that I was going to keep them. She said I had to earn them. I told her to come over, which she did, and I she knew what was up as I kissed her. We made out for a while and I asked her if I earned it yet. She said I had to try harder than that. I asked how hard exactly. She said harder than than her husband, who doesn't care about her panties.

The kissing continued and hands roamed across each other. I laid her down on the bed and spread her legs, pulling her panties off, and took my time devouring her pussy with my hands feeling her ass, hips, tits, and greedily groping for more.

She reached down and motioned to for me to move up, so I slowly made my way up her body to kiss her hard. I asked her what she wanted and why she wanted me to stop. She said I knew. I told her I wanted her to say it and she didn't want to. I had my cock out and I put the tip of it against her clit and her wet slit and told her to say it. She said no. I leaned my weight on her, grabbed the back of her hair, and told her that she needed to tell me what she needed because I'm having a hard time understanding. She told me through gritted teeth that she wanted me to fuck her and I pressed into her roughly. She was already wet, but the tightness eventually subsided as I continued to plunge into her.

It has been a while since posting, but I have been insanely busy with work getting back to normal, travel, and juggling regulars. It is still very much a vice of mine and I've shared stories with folks in my DMs, who have encouraged me to continue to share.

In late April I stopped at Trader Joe's for some groceries. I usually have my go-to items and try to avoid spending a lot of time in there on the weekend, since it tends to be pretty busy. There was a woman working there who caught my eye as she was talking to a customer with kids a few feet from me. She kept glancing my way and smiling, so I lingered in the aisle and pretended to browse. The customer had two kids and she mentioned having two kids of her own. I noticed that she did not have a ring on, but who knows. As she was talking and intermittently glancing, she played with her hair a bit. She was just over 5 feet tall with long hair that went halfway down her back. I went on my way, pretending to not notice her, but we shared enough glances.

While looking in another aisle, she came by, looking at some things on the shelf. While I was walking by she looked at me and asked me if I was finding everything alright. I told her I was, but I asked her some details about some dried fruit to make some small talk. We joked around a bit and she touched my hand as she laughed. I did not want to overstay my welcome with the conversation, so I just boldly said we should grab dinner sometime. She got nervous and played it off with a small excuse. I told her that it's cool if she didn't feel comfortable meeting a customer, but that she should go put her number on a piece of paper that somehow makes its way into my possession if she felt too uncomfortable. She smiled and said she would think about it.

I continued down another aisle and she came back towards me with some dried fruit, said she found what I was looking for, handed it to me, and told me to have a great day. She gave me the fruit and a piece of paper with her number in the hand-off. I turned to look at her, admired her petite figure and skinny jeans as she walked away. Later that week, I texted her saying the dried fruit was terrible and that she had to make it up to me. We flirted and joked and she agreed to dinner on the weekend.

I picked her up and while out she talked about being divorced, how the dating scene sucked and was made worse by logistics working around kids' schedules. Their dad had the kids on the weekend we were going out, so she was free. She had on skin-tight jeans and a looser top that was cut a bit lower, showing a bit of her small boobs. We had dinner and I was just excited that she could hold a conversation while being engaging and funny as well. The flirting was there, but in a heavy-handed manner. I asked if she wanted to grab drinks somewhere and she just offered to go back to her place for drinks so she could "be herself". I asked if she felt like she couldn't and she said it was hard for her when other, random people could be eavesdropping. I asked her like when I overheard her conversation with the customer about kids and she said EXACTLY like that, but she admitted she was trying to be noticed.

We went back to her place and she offered me an edible, which I took. She poured some wine and the flirting was much heavier and direct as we sat on her couch. She went to the bathroom and came back and as she crossed my path toward her seat, I just grabbed her and pulled her on top of me. That was her queue; she just attacked me with her mouth all over mine. I had my hands on her torso and roaming up her loose top down her sides and grabbing her ass. The edible had kicked in and I was losing track of time, being lost in the moment. I pulled her up to unbutton her pants and I peeled them off of her. I sat her down on the couch, pulled her panties off and ate her pussy. At this point, I was just lost in the moment and there wasn't an intensity to it, but I took my time and it seemed to be what she needed. I came up when she stopped me and I went up to kiss her hard. She grabbed my cock and she pulled me out and was surprised at how big I was as I got harder in her hand. I bent her over the couch and she moved her knees apart, looking back at me with her back arched, ass in the air, and pressed the head of my cock into her.

Petite and tight. She was already wet and ready to go and her pussy felt wonderful as she stretched to accommodate me. She was so vocal and unafraid of letting herself be heard as I plunged into her feeling her pussy squeeze me in protest as I forced myself in deeper.

I honestly lost track of time and everything going on for about four hours. I just remember her cumming on my mouth the second time I ate her pussy and pulling out so she could greedily grab my cock and suck it until I came on her open mouth and face. We cleaned up, she asked me to crash there by her, and we fucked again in the middle of the night as we both woke up, and again in the morning.

A bit ago I met a new, local, cheating friend who I finally fucked. She was shy and took a bit of time to get her to open up, but she did and we met up. We first met for coffee and kept it casual. The second meeting was more straightforward with her coming over after her kids were off to school. She called in sick while her husband was at work and came over wearing some skin-tight athletic wear with a pony tail. Again, she was shy, but opened up quickly. Most women like this tend to prefer that I lead, which is the plan anyway. Last year, she had gotten a breast lift and slight enhancements, which she has been enthusiastic to show off, despite her more reserved personality. I first connected with her from her finding me on a cheating site after she was getting turned on by the additional attention she was getting from her tits. That said, her tits looked amazing and you couldn't tell that she has three kids from her fitness level.

After talking a bit and getting comfortable, she followed my lead and let me pull her onto my lap on my couch. We made out for a while, with her grinding herself against me, and I held off pulling her tits out to see how long she could go before wanting more. She eventually asked me if I wanted to see them. I asked if she liked sharing them and she said she did. She admitted that she shared nudes with other guys since the enhancement. Her nipples were poking through the top and I licked and sucked them lightly before pulling the top down so they could spill out. She has very sensitive nipples, so she turned into a new woman once I had her nipples in my mouth and against my tongue. Her kisses got harder and she reciprocated the energy and roughness of my hands and lips.

My greedy hands were all over her and then I pushed her off of me and bent her over the couch. I peeled her tight leggings down to expose no panties and a shaved pussy. I buried my face in her pussy and she slid a finger into her ass as I ate her from behind. She was already incredibly wet from the extended kissing and grinding session. At some point I couldn't control myself and I pulled my cock out, running the head of my cock between her slit and down to her clit. She was nervous, but the instinct for her to fuck overwhelmed her. I grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her up a bit. She got on her elbows and I pulled her head to look back at me. Words haven't been spoken for some time, but the eyes and sounds she made reflected the feeling as I pressed my cock into her. I was bare and she couldn't help herself or stop the need. The tightness on my big cock gave way to the wetness. She grit her teeth as I pulled out and roughly thrust deeper into her, repeatedly.

She kept her eyes on me with a furrowed brow and an open mouth. That's how it went as I fucked her from behind, but had her pivot to her back, legs spread. It was shortly after she came that things changed and she was brought back to some semblance of reality. I could tell her demeanor changed and I stopped, without finishing. She grew nervous and I explained that it was going to be an awkward moment for her. I gave her space and some water, told her to use the bathroom, get dressed, and leave if she needed. She could stay, but I needed to make sure she knew options and that she did not owe me explanations for whatever she decided. Ultimately she decided to leave. I did not message her for a while, but when I did, she ghosted me. I didn't bother to reach out again, because I knew that women like her, cheating for the first time, needed time to process what happened.

I've been fucking/dating this divorced friend for some time and we have started referring to each other as the girlfriend/boyfriend. We still know it is not exclusive and she has really enjoyed time with me because of my open-mind when it comes to sexuality and her wanting to explore it for herself. She has gotten more dick since her divorce than before. I've helped her meet other guys and encouraged her to do so. I rubbed off on her with my vice for married women and she has gotten off by finding and fucking married men. We have played with some of her female friends and there is an understanding that I fuck them on the side if I want.

She joined me with some single women, but it wasn't until recently that a few married women I've been fucking have felt comfortable joining us. Typically they just want discretion and limiting who know they cheat in whatever circle. The hottest was fucking my friend's wife, who hit it off with her. I didn't blow my friend's wife's cover. She actually brought up sexual topics with my g/f and after my g/f confided in her about some sexual exploring, she picked up on how my friend's wife and I don't always get along in social settings (most people think we dislike each other), but she seemed interested in her. She put two and two together and asked her. I guess my friend's wife was stunned and her lack of answering was all the answer my g/f needed. Since then, we've found three times to get my friend's wife to get away from the fam, meet at my g/f's place and fuck.

People continuously tell me that I need to post more often and as I find time, I will continue to chronicle my adventures.

There's a local divorced friend that I have been fucking regularly for quite some time. To some extent we are dating, but nothing is official and we are both quite clear that sex is not exclusive. Mostly she is a friend who is awesome to hang out with, sexy as hell, and was extremely eager to break through her history with sexual repression.

Around the early August time frame, there was a flood of sexual need from moms that were excited that their kids were going back to school. Some were stay-at-home and some worked from home. Ultimately, if their husband wasn't there, they had the flexibility to get away and fuck. The majority of these friends were women I knew in the past, but there were a few new ones that I either met online or through their friends, who I fucked. Who doesn't like a good referral program!? That said, I was starting to travel more for work, so things became insane busy for me. If I wasn't traveling that business day, I was working on someone to fuck during business hours and working later to balance getting work done. I am extremely fortunate to have the flexible role I do, but much of that is earned from excellence. If I close (win) business and crush my numbers, people don't ask questions.

Since I've been on the road, I've met a few of you off Tumblr to fuck if I've been in the area. I know some of us have been talking for months or YEARS, but the fruit is delicious when its overripe and dripping with juice. I know there are still some of you out there that I am still waiting to meet up with and fuck, especially in the Maryland, Boston, Portland, and Kansas City. Believe me, I will be in touch!

On the work-front, there are two coworkers I've gotten back into fucking. One is on my boarder team, so when we finally got back together as a team (scattered across the US), we made it a point to fuck, so much so that we spent a few extra evenings on location beyond the time of our work obligations.

Travel being what it is, there are less business travelers, but there are still women I meet on the road. I frequent hotels that are often used by airline staff, so flight attendants have been particularly fun to fuck lately. They, like me, have an itch to scratch, so we make ourselves...available.

Things are still extremely hot on the single-friend front. The sexual repression from COVID hasn't worn off too much, so when it comes to meeting women in person or online, I have noticed a remarkable increase in fucking.

It's been great getting back into travel. It's still not regular as it was, but I missed it.

One of the first trips I took was to meet up with our larger sales team after being remote for so long. On the team is a woman who I regularly fucked while traveling with her, so we were able to fuck again and get her back into cheating. I could tell how excited she was based on the effort she put into looking amazing, from makeup, outfit, to bra/panties/lingerie. We were only meeting with the sales team for a few days, but we both stuck around longer to spend time together without having to deal with lingering coworkers.

There have been some flight attendants that I met that were down to fuck as well. They usually are, but opportunity has been rough for them over this last year.