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.

On off gym tease caught on spy cam

Look what I caught last night. I watch her swallow her huge Adam's apple and I imagine putting my dick in her mouth and shoving it all the way down her throat so she has a reason to swallow something. Swallow my sperm.
What would you do?

Wife caught me jerking off while watching our neighbor smoking her cigarette! I was stroking my little dick standing in our front window, my neighbor smoking sexy on her patio across the street, I just started cumming hard when wife walked in the living room after waking early from a nap. I was caught my panties around my ankles, standing there wearing matching cami and bra. I’ve been locked for two days. Wife knows I fantasize about our neighbor, she comes and smokes with my wife while they chat. I can join and watch them both smoke and it drives me crazy. I dribble precum every time! Wife even saves the neighbors butts and taunts me as I stroke with their ashtray of the neighbors Newport Lights and my wife’s Capri indigo 120’s. She teases me about our neighbor exhaling in my face while my little dick drips. I had an opportunity to be exposed and took it. Best cum I’ve had even if it was ruined when wife woke up. I wonder how long I’ll be locked? 

There was a spring that I went with my family on a trip to a national park. We stayed outside of the park, at a campground, and drove all around to do the touristy stuff. These days I might be one of those weird people that actually get along with their family and don't mind the time together. The campground was nice and each loop had a few cabins and space for RVs but the best part was that you couldn't see any of the other campers from your little lot. A few cousins and I ended up in a cabin so the RVs wouldn't be so packed, (knowing this place - no - not an incest story). This is all context to tell you that there was only one communal bath-compound thing.

Glory Holes. I'm not going to try to surprise you all. Its dicks in holes in walls so dicks can get into other holes. The women had their half of public bathroom / showers and so did the men. Anyone in a cabin didn't have a shower, and my little node of the family trip only brought our pop-up which my parents were in. It was an AMAZING place (I have gone back and the whole loop was moved, and bathrooms updated). I spent the whole first day running, hiking, biking all around the campground which is what led me to the showers. When I went in the showers were full, and I was only hoping to get a rinse down before dinner and then go back for a real shower later. I stalled for time by ducking into one of the stalls. I sat down on the pot and sent a text to my parents knowing them i'd be about 15min late, and set a reminder for myself. The hole wasnt in my stall, but I did hear some other people tittering about it as they told their friends on the way out. I had gloryhole experience before, once, and itd been an experience. Not exactly fun but hot then and hotter in retrospect. I scooted out real quick and checked in the empty stalls until i got to the one with the hole, second from last stall.

It was an old stall wall that had been repaired a few times already and was only just attached to the wall. plywood had been screwed to both sides to hold the toilet paper racks on. They had, of course, been broken off and a hole made in the plywood. I flushed the toilet (gross) and waited for a shower to open up while trying not to let my heart beat out of my chest. To help I was going to scroll through my feed but the bathroom door opened and my eyes snapped to the hole and were transfixed on the wierd beige green of the opposite stall wall. I remember I could see someone had tried to scratch the swastika on the wall but fucked it up, and then tried to scratch out their mistake. The stupidity of it made me laugh by accident and i think that was what made that person enter the opposite stall. I also think they knew about the gloryhole because the guy came into the stall already unzipping his shorts and his dick was already half hard. He was a white guy, some kind of labor worker judging by the insane farmers tan he had going on. He was older than i was, as most of the guys i serviced on that vacation were, but his was the first; somewhere near the end of his college days i guessed. i fully admit to getting on my knees as soon as the stall door opened, at first so i could get a better view but - yeah, i know how that sounds. he paused for half a second but was flattening his hips against the wall and shoving his dick through almost instantly. 'get it, bitch' he said in his most 'street' sounding voice. It was bad enough that i noticed how fake it sounded, which made me laugh again and at this point, fully coming to the cold sober realization that i had easily agreed to his demands. my laugh was more like a hum around his dick and he cooed in response. I'd had gloryhole experience before, and gay sex, but really nothing that let me stay in control, but this was all control. This stranger just had to belly up to the wall and enjoy whatever i did, or be sad with what i chose not to do. i could do what i wanted in that stall and, for that lucky guy, i used myself on his cock. As soon as it was hard i was trying to get it farther and farther down my throat. He whimpered quietly while people came and went around us and i alternated between swirling my tounge on the head of his dick and making the sloppiest mess of my mouth that i could; his cock inching down my throat each bob of my head.

I could smell the sweat of him from the warm spring night. he made the smallest thrusting motions that i found adorable. I wished the hole would have been bigger than it was because right then i really wanted to slip a hand around behind this guy and finger his ass too. i was so super charged on lust i mumbled "i want it' around his dick. In truth i wasnt having all that hard of a time, he was maybe 5 long and not super thick. he was veiny though and feeling the blood pulsing in the veins of that organ was getting me very, very high. I thought he was cumming, and he might have...at first. the hot splash i was expecting hit my throat and not knowing that i could, i opened up my throat to simply take it. the stream got stronger after two seconds and i realized he was pissing directly down my throat and into my stomach. I could feel it splashing and filling me up. it was a shock, and gross, and rude and- and- and....it was so so hot. i couldn't handle the gross shock and the gross revelation at the same time and i puked. the guy laughed, packed up and was out of the bathroom before i had time to finish heaving. a horrible thought occured to me and i checked the timer id set for myself; 8 minutes left. desperate and scared someone would know what happened to me I peeked out from my stall at the showers. they were small things with a privacy curtain, a tiny room to leave your clothes, and the shower - two were open. I literally ran in and rinsed myself off as best I could and made it back in time for dinner. I packed those four or five minutes up and put them on the 'do not disturb' shelf in my mind for a long time after that and went on about life. It took me years to wrap my head around how i felt about it - but i wish i could make myself relive it, and stay on him.

After dinner I was still having small panic attacks that someone near me would say i smelled like piss. every sip from my drink reminded me. i caught myself wondering if anyone i knew would do something like that to someone else. would they enjoy it? I waited until later in the night before heading back for a proper shower. with my towel and shampoo under arm i looked around at our campsite loop and noted eight RVs with as many cabins; all looked to have some kind of occupancy. There were at least four other families i saw in our loop alone, and the one directly across from ours looked full earlier that day also. I wondered how busy the bathroom would be during our stay, and how likely it was that it might be too busy for what i was hoping for. nobody came in while i was taking my shower, or the half hour i sat in the bathroom stall after that.

It was early the next morning, when i stopped in after a run. my stall was open so i went in and finished peeing before anyone else came in. I sniffed reflexively. Im still not sure if I was hoping pissman would come back or not. The first person did their business and left but someone came in soon after them, and more after that. I looked at my watch. 8:20am. I'd be in residence at 8am sharp most days after that, but someone did enter my companion stall. He was taller and had on basketball shorts which he pulled down right away and started to piss. I was suffering flashbacks and being in that stall, with the smell of pee baked into the floor, and hearing it hit water made me gag. I stood up, the movement caught the other guys attention in the exposed hole. I watched him back off and put himself away quickly. I very sensually approached the hole, aware all he'd be able to see was the Y of my crotch, and swayed side to side a little. I could hear him say something, but i did get 'oh shit - something - real.' I think he didn't think they were real, which made me smile. I know how to use my smile. squatting down I put my mouth right to the hole so he could see my grin and blew a small kiss his way. he couldn't see who i was, i know that, but it was still a terrifying rush. I was hooked. he was cute and put his crotch to the hole, shorts and all, which was its own kind of hot; kissing dick through clothes and feeling it get hard is fun too. eventually i stopped when he wasn't taking his shorts down and frowned. he backed up enough to see my frown and paused. his hands were shaking like a leaf. I still think it was his first time with a guy. Eventually I opened my mouth to tell him he didn't have to. "uumm, fine." he said weakly, then leaned down and whispered to me "just the tip".

the next second his dick was through and I knew right away it wasn't going to be just the tip. It was, for about two minutes, I stayed on his cockhead like glue and he melted against the wall. Then i started to go a little deeper on him and that made his cock jump every time i did. I could hear him whispering something every time i went down but if he was complaining I couldn't tell. it went on like this for five or six minutes, lavishly slobbering over and sucking this absolute stranger's cock and i was in a total fog. I could have stayed there all day. Someone knocked on my friend's door, I was beginning to think he couldn't cum becasue he knew i had to be a guy, but the knock on the door shocked him and he jumped which sent his dick down my throat and it started erupting with rope after rope of thick cum. my partner said "Yaaaaah!" when the knock came at his door. Poor guy had to be terrified he'd been caught. The person that knocked laughed uproriously at my partner's little scream. He packed up fast and bolted out too.

I spent a lot of time in that stall that trip, and a good bit in the showers. Im sure there were seven total partners i had, and i remember the details about them all, if anyone is interested.

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This is a really real, all genuine life experience of mine. I can't prove any of it becuase im not a moron who takes selfies for proof.

You can ask me about ANY of these details, or more, and I'll be happy to chat. I've left some descriptors out that might make it more fun.

I have more stories so there will be more of these. it feels good to unload this memory somewhere else besides my own thoughts.