Caught my wife getting dressed 

Fat pig slut caught cheating needs to be used like a good slut 

Wwyd to my coworkers wife if you caught her like this?

Caught

Gf of 6 years has been acting strange so one of my friends we both know broke up with his gf and has been staying with us some everytime he’s over she changes to tight shorts that her ass hangs out of and a thin tank top without a bra or she puts a oversized shirt on on and wears it like a dress last night I went to bed early and I caught her coming to bed wearing a tank top and thong at first I thought it was for me then I felt her pussy soaked and her underwear was wet you could also tell her pussy had some fun it was stretched a little what should I do I kinda find this hot but idk

Many years ago, I started playing a little game on my way to work. My shifts started quite early in the mornings and my work was quite a walk from the station...with the route I took, going via a shortcut through a housing estate and down a long, quite hidden footpath.
Months of carrying keys had worn a hole in the pocket of my work trousers, which had torn quite wide...so, feeling horny one morning on the train, I started discreetly playing with myself via this hole. Once off the train, I made my way across town, very horny and quite erect the whole time. Everytime there was nobody around or I was out of sight, I would slip my hand in my pocket hole and stroke my cock a bit. Having reached the footpath, I wondered if I might actually cum, so I quickly fished the condom out my wallet and slipped it on. Now hard as rock, I pulled my cock up through the pocket hole, into my pocket and started jerking my cock as I slowly walked down the path...hoping to cum before anyone else came along.
Before exiting the end of the path, I came so hard, pumping the rubber full of hot, thick, cum.
I pulled it off and disposed of it, before rescuing work and then spent the start of my shift, leaking cum. I would then play the game every time I could...sometimes I came...sometimes I didn't...
But secretly...part of me hoped I would get caught...
Hoping that a stranger, coming down the path, would notice what I was up to and slip their hand in my pocket and jerk it for me...or better yet, let me fuck them...
I still play the game whenever I can.

I still replay that New Year's Eve in my head sometimes, the way everything shifted from playful to something heavier, slower, more dangerous.Michele and I had claimed our usual high-top near the dance floor at that downtown lounge—low lights, slow jazz, the kind of place where the air itself feels thick with anticipation. She was wearing that black dress again, the one that looked poured over her body: tight enough to show every curve, low-cut enough to draw eyes like gravity, thin spaghetti straps that kept slipping just a fraction with every movement. Her skin glowed under the warm bulbs, and when she laughed at something I said, the neckline dipped and rose in a way that made my throat go dry.We'd already had a couple of drinks, trading lazy kisses and stupid resolutions for the new year. Our glasses were empty again."I'll get the next round," she said, sliding out of the booth. She leaned over the table, gave me a slow, teasing kiss—tongue just brushing mine—then whispered against my lips, "Be good while I'm gone."I watched her cross the room. The dress moved with her like it was alive, hugging her ass, swaying with her hips. A few heads turned. Mine stayed locked on her.She reached the bar, leaned in to order, hair falling forward over one shoulder. That's when he stepped up beside her. Dark suit, easy smile, the kind of guy who knows exactly how tall he is and how to use it. He said something; she laughed—that bright, unguarded sound I usually get credit for. My stomach gave a small, familiar twist. Nothing new. Michele flirted like it was small talk.He kept talking. She kept smiling. Then he nodded toward the dance floor, palm open in invitation. She glanced back at me across the room. Our eyes met. She gave me that little half-smile, the one that says "this is harmless, right?" I lifted my chin in a go-ahead nod, smirking like it was no big deal.She didn't come back with drinks.Instead she let him take her hand and lead her out onto the floor just as the band eased into another slow number—saxophone dragging the tempo down to a pulse.At first it was innocent enough. His hands settled on her hips, fingers resting lightly over the black fabric. Hers draped loosely around his neck. They swayed together, bodies close but not pressed, moving in that easy rhythm couples fall into when they're testing boundaries.But the song stretched, and so did the space between them.His hands slid lower. Not suddenly—just a slow, deliberate drift until his palms cupped the full curve of her ass through the dress. He pulled her in gently but firmly, closing the last few inches until her breasts pressed against his chest. She didn't resist. If anything, her body softened into his, hips rolling with his in perfect sync.One of his hands stayed low, kneading her ass with slow, possessive circles while the other climbed her back—fingers tracing the bare skin above the dress's low back, then slipping under one spaghetti strap. He hooked it with a fingertip and eased it down her shoulder, just enough to bare more skin. She tilted her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her throat. He took the invitation—lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, lips brushing, then pressing open-mouthed kisses along her pulse.Her fingers tightened in the back of his hair. She arched a little, pressing herself tighter against him. I could see the way her thighs brushed his with each slow grind, the way her dress rode up an inch or two on her legs as she moved. His hand on her ass squeezed harder, pulling her hips flush so there was no mistaking the heat between them. She let out a small, breathy laugh against his ear—too quiet for me to hear, but I knew that sound. It was the one she made when she was turned on and pretending she wasn't.The countdown started.The room exploded with voices—ten, nine, eight…They didn't break apart. If anything, they moved slower, more deliberately. His mouth found hers just as the count hit five. Not a polite New Year's peck. A deep, hungry kiss—his tongue sliding past her lips, her head tilting to give him better access. One hand stayed locked on her ass while the other cradled the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair to hold her exactly where he wanted her.Three… two… one…Confetti rained. Cheers erupted. Horns blared. And in the middle of it all, Michele was still kissing him—slow, filthy, unhurried—her body molded to his, one leg hooked lightly around his calf like she needed the leverage.When they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared at the corner of her mouth. The fallen strap still hung off her shoulder, exposing the top curve of her breast almost to the edge of decency. She said something to him—short, private, teasing—then brushed her thumb across his lower lip like she was memorizing the taste.Then she turned and walked back to me.The crowd parted for her. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed, dress slightly askew, that post-kiss glow on her skin. She slid into the booth beside me, pressed her thigh tight against mine, and leaned in until her mouth was at my ear."Happy New Year, Robert," she whispered, voice low and wrecked. Her hand found my leg under the table, nails dragging lightly up my inner thigh. "Did you like the show?"I caught her chin, turned her face to mine, and kissed her—hard, claiming, tasting champagne and him and the edge of something new."Yeah," I said against her mouth, voice rough. "I liked it."She smiled—slow, wicked, unapologetic—and settled against my side, one hand still on my leg, the thin strap of her dress still dangling off her shoulder.The band started another song.And the night was nowhere near over.

My Mistress/wife caught me doing something that caused her to offer me the choice of either us divorcing or me begging her in writing to completely sissify, feminize and cuckold me for her and her friends to use for their amusement and pleasure and for my humiliation.  Since I am here, you can see which option I chose.  She has picked out some of the many hundreds of photos that she has taken of me so far and ordered me to post them here and to stay tuned because there will be lots more.  Also, if you want to see anything special, please comment on here and she will do her best to accommodate and if you want to know anything from me, she assures you, i will answer each and every question in detail and I will be honest.  She says all you fine pervs here will know just what to do with my pics.  Enjoy!  I am now her crossdressing, sissy, faggot, cocksucking, cuckold, cum guzzling, tiny dicked bitch with a new name; Veronica

Caught

I caught my girlfriend and my dad having sex. I thought something was up and when I left for work I just parked down the street and walked back, it was less than five minutes. They didn't even hear me walk in but I could definitely hear them down the hall in his bed. She's 19 and he's 51 and I didn't expect it but it was the hottest thing I've seen and heard, ever, period.

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