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infidelities I committed when married. Fridagirl1) A knock on my front door during a masturbation session.Ask any woman how she feels when pregnant? Fat, ugly, bloated would be the three most common, not to mention a host of others that get in the way.I missed sex. We just seemed to stop doing it. No romance or naughty public quickies, whenever our fancies tickled us, no teasing other men, unless they were admiring my lactating breasts down-blouse, which I had no problem showing, as the sex stopped on my husbands part, using the excuse, "He did not want to harm the baby", like what, give her a black eye?I new the sex from the scan and was thrilled, but kept it secret from him.I was six months gone, and lying in bed, a late morning rise, as I was having some me-time with my Lelo toy, thinking about my past encounters when the doorbell rang.I was annoyed, as you might expect, in the middle of a mental gang banging and feeling the climax approaching. I swung my legs out of bed and it rang again, causing my to shout, "I'm coming", as I pulled on a pair of my husband's old pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt and thundered to the front door, with my tits and ass swinging in both directions, not to mention my six month daughter, doing her own gyrations as my belly heaved with effort.I tore the door open with a head full of expletives, and just about died on the spot. It was a guy I knew from my husbands past, a work colleague of his, a guy I nearly bedded the last time we met at the company Christmas Party, held in the Airport hotel, where we all stayed. Back then I was just engaged to my husband, but I was still a loose cannon, when it came to sex, and I quite fancied him sexually.That was about three years back. My husband never knew how close he came to losing me that night, thank you Pamela.I mention her by name, because she was the cow that ended up, bedding him, and she looked the part and made no bones about what she wanted and expected and said as much to our faces, knowing I was engaged to my boyfriend. That night Pam led him by his dick back to her room, and as they say on such occasions, "A standing cock has no conscious" or what ever, either way I never saw him again, as he fled the hotel in the early morning.We stood and stared at each other, my eyes drinking in how much he had not changed, his image I secretly used during masturbation's, where that night it was I he took to bed and did all those thing nice girls are not meant to do with strangers.He on the other hand was staring at my chest, two dark distinctive circles of wetness were spreading as my lactating breasts were heaving with a mixture of milk and lust.I looked and blushed, "Sorry I am lactating, I'm pregnant", I said, actually happy he was feasting on my mammaries, the wetness clearly showing my erect nipples, which made them look as if my t-shirt was hanging on them.He just stood and smiled and why not, he now had seen part of me, most men would not have, and his eyes were now on my baby bump, not to mention I was aware just how wet I was down Haramidere Escort there too, from my morning exertions."I'm six months", I jabbered excitedly, and I reach for his hand and placed on my baby bump, perhaps a little too low down, to feel a baby kick, but low enough to tell him I was naked under the pyjamas and his fingers were on my bush, as I had stopped shaving my pussy months back, and had a female stubble.All of this transpired, believe it or not, before we even gave our customary salutations, and I took my hand off of his, and left it covering my pubic mound, and I reached up and hugged him, then as I felt his hand move, I kissed him full on the mouth, and all of this, in the open doorway.Sex is impulsive and with a horny woman, you would be surprised just how much crazy things can get. I think there is so much of a veneer surrounding females being the meeker milder sex, is such bullshit, that men want to believe it because it makes them feel more masculine, and yet when you ask them what was the best ever experience the had, chances are it is with women, like me, who just feel the need to let go and fuck our brains out, and to hell with convention and public disorder, when horny women fuck, men get lost in the ensuing melee.We made it as far as my kitchen sink. By then my husband's pyjama bottoms were left at the font door, and my milky t-shirt was over my swinging breasts, as we fucked and heaved, I was past caring, we had not even made it to the bedroom, and all I could moan was, "Fuck me", over and over, until that release came in bucket-loads.I had to sit down, albeit splay legged and shaking. It was a sexual experience more than I could even imagined, and I cared not a jot, that I was sitting in such a disgusting and indecent manner for his eyes to see the real me, I had him at last and wanted him more."Where is your husband", he finally asked me when I got up to make a pot of tea? "He's offshore", I retorted, adding quickly, "and wont be back for another week".I caught a wry smile on his lips, I was his for another seven days if he wanted to continue using me.2) Maspalamos hotel fuck, and masturbation's My husband is not a cuckold, but I think on that day, he was as close to being one, as any man could be when watching me getting off with other men at random.We had decided a winter break for a week and headed for the Canary Islands, Maspalomas, in Gran Canaria to be more precise, and for good reason, I had checked it out online and found it heaving with beach sex, something I have always had, high on my sexual bucket listing of things to experience. The only slight snag, was my husband was too naive to know this, as he left everything to me to book, whilst he was offshore, and we would leave the next morning after he got back from being offshore.I was mentally prepared to throw myself into it. It was two weeks without a good shagging, and the night before when my husband got home, we went out on a bender for a meal and a bit of a laugh, came home and he was Haramidere Escort Bayan out like a light, as he had worked a night shift before coming home, so the plane ride was about touches and gropes and promises of sex on the balcony, only I wanted other men to watch us, again, he did not know f my intentions.I was a real dirty cow and it was biting my thigh for a strangers cock to swallow.We checked into our hotel, on the ninth floor and overlooking the distant beach and swimming pool below. My husband wanted to shower and fuck, but I said no, I wanted to enjoy the experience and let it build and he reluctantly agreed, watching me undress and let my travel clothes fall onto the floor.I then walked to the veranda windows and opened them to the sweltering heat and the noise of the pool way down below our balcony. I stepped out completely naked and brazen, right out to the edge of the balcony and looked down at the pool. I felt free and winsome, I had a beautiful body and when my husband came out, I pulled his shorts down and fondled his cock as we kissed, until there was a cough. We stopped and saw an older grey haired man staring right at us. He was on the adjoining balcony, next to ours, he was in the adjoining room, "Would you guys like me to take a photo"?His accent was decidedly American, a man in his mid to late fifties and with a smile as wide as his face on seeing us naked and about to engage in sexual activity."No thanks", I giggled, still holding my husbands cock, "we just arrived and felt the urge", I continued. I could see through the porous brickwork he was wearing a pair of shorts, and I tried to see if we had excited him.We exchanged pleasantries and he cursed the fact he was leaving the next morning, "Why could you guys not have been here last week", music to my ears, because in the desperate plea, I knew he wanted me?He repeated his offer, seeing I was in no hurry to cover my nudity, "Let me take some photos", he insisted, but we said, "No thank you", and then it hit me, "Why don't you join us, you would be welcome", I offered, and I felt my husband stiffen, his body that is, I think he was taken aback at my dominance, my sexuality and brazenness, he was seeing me like never before, and I felt his dick twitch in my hand, when I told the man to come into our room, I was way past caring, I was fucking horny to let a stranger have me in front of him, and when I opened our room door to him and he stepped inside, I put my arms around his neck and hugged him, feeling the heat from his nude torso, and the stiffness of his cock under his shorts.My husband had sat down on the chair besides the bed, as I was in the clinch with this stranger, who's dick now stuck out like a flagpole, and I laughed and kissed his cheek, then reached down and grabbed it, while my husband sat rooted to the spot, I played with his erection under his shorts and kissed his mouth."Fucking hell man", the old man said to my husband, as I fell to my knees and pulled his shorts down and took him Escort Haramidere in my mouth and began worshipping his cock with my mouth, tongue and lips.Then at at last it happened, my husband got up, came over and slipped right into my pussy and began fucking me, I was being spit roasted, stopping from time to time to swap ends until both men came.What an introduction to Gran Canaria. I slept between both men that night and in the morning the American was gone, somewhat reluctantly, and I am sure as he flew across the Atlantic, his semen was still moving around inside my pussy.3) My Gang-Bang in a Dublin Pub.I was in a Dublin pub celebrating my friend?s 30th when this incredibly hot guy walked in. He was model-handsome ? the type of man who normally wouldn?t give me a second look. But he kept glancing over and catching my eye. I made an excuse to my friends and asked if any of them wanted a drink, so I could stand next to him at the bar. The minute I got there, there was this weird sexual chemistry between us, like nothing I?d ever experienced before. Not even with a boyfriend.Then he leant towards me and whispered, ?Follow me to the gents.? It was the first thing he?d said to me, and I found myself wanting to do exactly that.The whole time I was walking there, I was thinking, ?This isn?t me, this isn?t me.? I?m not usually sexually confident at all, but there was something about him that pulled me in and made me feel differently.I found him inside the toilet cubicle, with his jeans undone ? just waiting for me.Without saying a word, I locked the door behind me and kissed him. As lust overwhelmed me, I lifted up my skirt and let him inside me.It was not just that, as I had been trying for a baby to cement our marriage, so I had come off the pill, so as we were inside this toilet cubical he leaned over me and asked me where I wanted his semen.I froze just realising my stupid folly, I was unprotected and ovulating, but this was something I had never experienced myself actually doing on a night out, being fucked in a toilet cubical with a stranger, so I answered, with my fingers crossed, because I knew he could have leaked into me and I had already cummed, and sucked a few deep inside, "On my bum", I whispered back and then the sudden heat flooded all around my inner being, he was shooting deep inside my pussy and my heart sank, I had been seeded, and whilst I stood bent forward, over the pan, he fled and left me standing with the door open.I bent to pull my panties up and to my horror there was another man standing with his dick out. I was so excited I had not noticed I had followed him into the "Gents", toilet and as we copulated, a group of men had gathered outside and filmed us.I had a choice, yes it was blackmail, but I had no answers in my head, as he pushed in first and bent me double again, this time there was no asking politely where I wanted their cum.I fled the pub and made my way home telling my girlfriends I felt sick and thought it best to go home, so I left by a side door.I took the train back home and prayed the internet would not be flooded with my video. Four men had me that night, and it still thrills me after all these years, being a toilet slut and no, I did have my periods, but never ventured back to Dublin, and my husband never found out just how much I thrilled about quietly.