cheating A Bountiful of Cheating RP ADs [ Seeking Female Characters ]

"Think of it as he's just a sperm donor!" Mom tries to explain. I shake my head in disbelief and sigh "He's my FATHER, he made me. How can I see him as anything less than my dad?" Mom nods her head and agrees. "Yes, he is your father. But would it be so bad if he got you pregnant? I mean, no one but is has to know. And you know I can't have any more kids! You'd really be helping us out you know!"

I sigh again "If we're going to do this, I want to do it my way. OK? For one, I don't want it to be just cum injected inside me from some turkey baster! I want it to be pregnancy by the normal traditional way!" I kind of blush saying that, as mom finishes my thought for me "You mean sex? You want to have have sex with your Father??"

Your wife loves me. I'm everything she ever wanted in a daughter-in-law - sweet and kind, smart and with a good job who looks after your son and treats him well. Your son loves me too. I'm sure you remember the moment he first mentioned me to you, how excited he was about being able to introduce the woman he hoped to marry one day.

They're both blissfully unaware of what's been going on for years now though. What started as a drunken kiss at the end of a family Christmas party after everyone had gone to bed had woken something in us. So when you came round to my apartment to talk about it, I don't think we were too surprised with what came next.

That first time on my sofa, clothes ripped off in passion neither of us recognize anymore. The most carnal sex of my entire life under my boyfriend's dad, crying out as his thickset form holds me close and pounds into my pussy with reckless abandon.

The time I moved in with your son, and while he and your wife went off to go get lunch you helped me christen our new bed, lithe body riding your vigorously and your strong arms gripping my hips as you pull me deeper onto your cock. And later that night telling my boyfriend I wasn't in the mood when he tried to instigate because of it.

The engagement party where both mine and your families are all there in the village hall. Where my new fiancé wondered where I'd got to, not knowing my dress was up past my hips and my panties pulled aside. That his dad was vigorously taking me from behind against a kitchen counter, our hands clasped together so our ring fingers are touching.

The wedding day where I become your daughter-in-law. Where you came to visit me in the bridal suite under the disguise of seeing how I'm doing. That's what you told your wife. What actually happened was my wedding dress was lifted up and my soon to be father-in-law fucked me against a wall, so that when I came to walk down the aisle his cum was still soaking into my panties.

Or the time when we came to tell you our news. That you're going to be grandparents. And when you take me aside from the celebrations, I tell you what we both know - it's yours. We kissed in the kitchen and later that night, after I'd gone to bed early due to my pregnancy, and with the rest of the family downstairs, you'd come to me. And while your son and wife talked about potential names for your grandchild, you held me close and penetrated me over and over again.

Me and my boyfriend, along with his best buddy meet at a camping grounds for some nice quiet nature time. My boyfriend and his best friend always compete in a variety of games with my help from something like who can start a fire the quickest, to other games like blind taste test with me judging the taste of special milkshakes. The games would start at least somewhat innocent like a hiking race where the loser has to collect firewood for the night, or a tent set-up race where the loser has to sleep outside in a sleeping bag, to semi-lewd games like who can get the most paint on me with their color by chasing me and using their hands, to eventually all out sexual games like hide and go fuck to whoever finds where I am hiding. Every time they win one of the small competitions they get some quarter shaped token that they collect to decide the winner of that month's camping competition champion. Both of them were in the boy scouts growing up forming a life long friendship, as well as having skills that allow for all sorts of recreational activities not just in their campers, but out in the wilderness too.

The rules would be simple, I would not be allowed to pick favorites so most games would be done where little cheating of that rule could happen, and rules could be changed as time progresses from month to month such as having a reward mechanic for the tokens at the end of competitions, to being corrupted and involving more and more risky/taboo rules such as stripping/dressing or sexual punishments. To start however things would build up on corruption, high-risk, leaving behind clues/evidence to a naïve boyfriend/husband that is gaslighted, and may eventually lead to open cucking such as open sexual bets.

I'm bad news. You knew it from the moment I bit my lips and shook your strong hand at our first introduction. You're 20 years older than me and every feral instinct from millions of years of evolution demanded that you bent over my lithe dancer's body and fuck me until my brain turns to mush and you're entirely spent. It didn't take long for you to succumb. I wasn't helping either. Casually asking you if your wife was home in my cheery, innocent voice, teasing you in snug little crop tops and daisy dukes. Why do I have a heart next to your name on my phone you ask? Oh, no reason.

It all came to a head, and I mean a head when we found ourselves alone one evening with my head in your lap, surprising you with how deep this petite girl can take your dick when your wife always complained about how thick you were. No complaints from me. I didn't even hesitate to swallow your cum, or lick up the remaining drops from my hands and your balls.

Sometimes it's a hasty fuck in the back of your minivan. Sometimes it's a warm afternoon of me riding you into orgasmic bliss. Sometimes you take your frustration out on me, hands in my hair or around my neck and pounding my poor little cunt like you owned it. I'm not your wife. You can do whatever the fuck you want to me.

You're weak to me. How could you not be when every look I give you on my jobs through the neighborhood reminds you of the time I locked my legs around your torso, looked you dead in the eye and told you I wanted your cum in me. And you didn't disappoint.

So. Wanna make some bad decisions this summer?~

It’s probably a little messed up, but there’s just something so addicting about having a married man pumping my pussy full of his cum.

Maybe the only woman you’ve ever been with is your wife, and you can’t help but feel like you might be missing out, so you find yourself often fantasizing about fucking other women. Or maybe your wife just isn’t doing it for you anymore. Maybe she’s too vanilla for you and you’re craving being with a woman who gives blowjobs with enthusiasm, who wants her pussy eaten, begs for a finger in her ass, or would even let you fuck her ass. If that’s what you want, then I’m your girl.

Fuck me in the marital bed you share with your wife. Make it so good that I soak the sacred sheets of the bed. Give me what your wife doesn’t get. She might be away at work, none the wiser of the noises you’re making when you sink your cock into a tight, wet, new pussy. She’s oblivious to the fact that your face is buried between my thighs, giving me countless orgasms and clueless that my perfect pussy drains your married cock.

No matter what you look like, if there’s a ring on your finger, then you’re just my type.