Cheating Fun

Cheating was Necessary

Cheating was something I vowed to never participate in. When I visualize my life, I never could see myself doing anything to hurt my family. However, at that moment, with his cock buried deep inside me, I couldn’t resist the overwhelming pleasure it brought. It was nothing like my husband’s attempts at satisfying me. I realized just how inadequate my husband was…is. For me, cheating was a revelation.

This man, the coach of my son’s sports team, was rugged and fit, with a charisma that drew me in like a moth to a flame. Cheating became something that I was pulled into out of the best intentions.

Cheating is about so much more than sex.

The cheating wasn’t about physical attraction. I knew he was fucking other sports moms, and I wanted to be one of them. The thought of being one of those satisfied bitches who flaunted their affairs instead of hiding them made me feel powerful. Don’t I deserve satisfaction? Everyone does, right? That’s what I believe.

So when my son’s spot on the team was threatened, I saw an opportunity to secure it using my own body.

I remember feeling a sense of excitement and guilt as I withdrew a significant amount of money from my husband’s ATM card. It was highly unethical, but I didn’t care.  I wondered what my coworkers would think. Yet, another thing I would hide from everyone. So, no big deal, right? I threw the cash into a casserole dish and made my way to the coach’s house, uninvited and unexpected.

Despite my intrusion, he didn’t seem surprised or annoyed to see me. He smiled and welcomed me in. Looking back now, I realize that should have been my first clue. He’d been expecting me.

It Got Serious Quick

Without hesitation, I launched into my desperate plea for him to keep my son on the team. Deep down, I knew what it would take to convince him. And he didn’t hesitate to tell me – his words dripping with explicit desire as he demanded that I give him the most amazing blow job, lick his balls, and even spit on his taint.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to please him and secure my son’s spot on the team. And when he finally fucked me hard enough to make me see stars, I couldn’t help but think how much better he was than my husband. Cheating may be wrong, but in that moment, it felt like it was exactly what I needed.

I went down his list of sexual acts like I was doing weekend cleaning.

His cock in my mouth made my pussy run like a river. He noticed me rubbing my clit with abandon. That’s when the raw fucking started. He didn’t ask if I was ready. He knew. He knew what I needed.

Then, he demanded that I’d have to fuck him like this regularly because let’s face it, my kid sucked at sports. Then, I surprised myself. I demanded that he had to kick those other bitches to the curb. He agreed.

I wonder what cheating stories you have. All justifiable right?

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