Hello Darling. I’m an alter ego named Phyllis. When the black widow comes out to play, there is no Gypsy. She is tucked away for my personal pleasure. Sit back and enjoy my erotic journey into making sure married men enjoy cheating as much as I do. 

I’ve waited long enough for that man to come to his senses. William and his wife Jillian might seem like the perfect couple, but when you see the cracks, you realize how deep the problems are. When foundations are unrepairable, that’s where I come in.

Years ago I met William’s father after he was widowed. We became an item quickly, but truth be told, what I was really after was the young buck. His father had the money, but William would be the perfect victim for my cheating crimes. Plus his wife loved to spend more time away from him than a loving spouse should. I gave it two years after the death before clenching my well manicure talons around William. He was always a sucker for my nails, so now, it was time to put them to good use.

I waited a house away and watched as Jillian loaded her car and drove away from that long circular drive. She would be off on one of her many adventures, and by the look of the luggage, at least a few days. My target stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped as the little woman left. A man like William shouldn’t be left alone. Well, not by a real woman he shouldn’t. I would be the woman that put a smile back on his face. Believe me, I have millions of reasons why. The old man was loaded and I knew that William would get it all. Hence, I would get it all as well.

Dressed in a sleek blue dress, white heels, and my hair perfectly done, I knew all of that would be ignored. There was one part of me that William couldn’t resist. My hundred dollar manicure and soft petal pink nails. He always admired them, which in turn pissed Jillian off. Oddly enough, whenever I waved those talons at him, he became mesmerized by them.

Knock knock

As the door opened my smile radiated a warmth that I knew William could feel deep in his balls. Without him saying a word, I leaned in for a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around his frame. What man could push a woman like me away?

“Darling boy, I am so sorry about your father. I know its been a little bit, but I am still saddened by his loss,” I cried.

William stiffened, looking around to make sure none of the neighbors were watching the embrace. Finally allowing his body to rest, he returned the hug, but his face still showed shock.

“Phyliss, it’s been a few years, but thank you. He’s missed by all that knew him,” he said in a cracked voice.

I laughed, watching his eyes as my hand moved to the nap of his neck, dragging those nails over the flesh. That’s when I knew this would be a piece of cake. Scraping my talons over his neck, his eyes glossed over in a dream like state. William has such a weakness for my nails.

“Sweet boy, take me in. I know Jillian isn’t home. She’s never home,” I snapped.

William stepped aside, his mind now in a trance like state. It was those nails that he could never get off his mind. As they walked to the couch, sitting, he struggled for words.

“She’s a good wife, but yes, she is always gone with her friends,” he sighed.

I couldn’t help but be amused by this. Why was he sighing, but more so because he didn’t seem concerned over her absence. I reached out taking his hand in mine, my thumb nail softly caressing the top of his hand. Moving quickly was not my goal. I needed to take him hook, line, and sinker into my boat.

I was determined to turn William into a cheating man.

“William, you know that I am the only woman for you. I could see that in your eyes the day we met. Jillian was never good enough for you,” I whispered.

My hands now tangling in his hair, scathing my nails on his scalp. His body tensing and he moaned out, shaking in approval.

“William, it’s time I take my rightful place. It’s time for Jillian to go, forever. I have arranged that,” I laughed.

He simply nodded, knowing that Phyllis was right. Jillian did need to go and she would take her place in his life and his bed. How could he ever be with his wife again after all of this.

It was time for the fatal act of fully killing his marriage. I slid a hand beneath my skirt, allowing the dew to drip from my pussy onto my fingers. One push between his lips of that powerful honey and the Black Widow had taken another loyal man into her cheating web.

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Cheating? Is there ever a reason to cheat and not feel good about it? You might feel a little different after I tell you about my client. He’s meeting a married BBW and he’s married as well. So far it sounds so wrong, right? Oh, there is so much more to this story to share that might change your mind. This is a story told to me by one of my dearest friends. Some is spiced up to enhance the reader.

So many years of marriage on the line for this meeting. Kids, grandkids, and a marriage, but when your wife closes herself entirely than what’s a man to do? It’s been years since the last time he touched her, and there is no end in sight. Every night she comes to bed nude, but that’s where it ends. Her side of the bed might as well be separated with an electric fence. Some women as they age lose their desire for sex, but this can’t be normal.

A few indiscretions under his zipper, and a lot of phone sex, he met a woman with as much of a desire for sex as he has. Where he met her doesn’t matter but know that sometimes your fantasy girl becomes a reality. She’s unhappy in her marriage and on the cusp of divorce, but she offers him what he needs. Comfort, sex, and compassion. The one thing that is different than most girls he’s been with in her size. She is a BBW who loves the freaky side of sex. BDSM, Anal, and fisting. Something he has never done but isn’t closing his eyes too doing it.

With the meeting arranged, she arrived only miles away from where he lived and there’s no turning back. She left her husband weeks ago, but for him, this is the definition of what unfaithful looks like. His wife doesn’t have a clue that in a few short hours he will be in the arms of another woman. A BBW whose body is made for comfort, not speed. He can take his time learning every curve of that magnificent body.

They agreed to meet at a hotel close to where he lives, but he would have to hide his car out of the way. If anyone seen him going into the room, things could get complicated. This isn’t a love connection, but rather two people who need to feel again. A soft knock on the door, holding his breath the moment it opened. She was pretty. Not stunning, but pretty and her body made her more alluring. His wife is chubby, but this girl is BBW.

Walking into the hotel room, his dick felt the heat between the two. Rock hard, he didn’t want to show all his cards at once. A drink before all the fun stuff came, right? Wrong! Anticipation getting the best of both, they moved in for the first kiss. Within minutes the clothing became too much for either of them to handle. Tugging at her blouse, he removed it quick. Those big, beautiful breasts drove him wild with desire. His hands manipulating the bra, he gasped the moment it fell. Her tits were the kind that a man would want to fuck the moment he seen them. Full and heavy breasts, his mouth moved in to suckle the nipples deep into his mouth. Away from a woman for so long, his cock aching with need.

A BBW Goddess is all that can handle a man like him.

She stopped him quick, smirking as she drops down to her knees. He needed to cum, and the first one is always quick. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, slurping with anticipation. Her warm mouth opening as a long line of saliva fell to her breasts. Salivating for a taste of his cream. “Fuck my mouth,” she whispered, gagging the moment he grabbed the back of her head. Not usually dominate, he pumped his cock down her throat with a need he had never endured. She swirled her tongue around the shaft. Her eyes watered as he forced himself into the back of her throat and came without warning.

“Swallow that cum you dirty little bitch. All of it!”

Part 2 coming soon. Will he pound that BBW ass, or fist her like she begged?

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Everyone keeps a little secret from their significant other from time to time, right? What is they are the desire to live a bisexual life? Should they tell her or him? Living a sexless life at any age can make the mind wander from time to time. The wife is the old term they used, frigid. She closed that refrigerator door long ago and padlocked it. So, what is a man to do?

SPOIL GYSPY

Porn and phone sex have become a lifesaver, but there is still something inside stirring. The need for a cock. At first it was curiosity, and then a craving. Now though, nothing will satisfy this need other than a big dick. This is where fantasy comes to play. Late at night when he sits in the basement watching porn, the daydreaming comes in.

Another night of nothing. I swear that bitch knows what she’s doing. Walking from the shower to the bed naked is cruel. She’s still a good-looking woman with a nice body but refuses to allow me even a touch. God forbid I suggested sex. Now, I tell her goodnight and retreat to the one place where I don’t have to fake my bisexual desires. The basement. My mancave became the only place I can enjoy my own sexuality without her calling me a pervert or shutting me down. She is the reason I call niteflirt girls.

Scanning through different ads, I came across one that caught my eye. M4M discrete relationship for sexual fun. What the hell? I called it and after talking and exchanging a photo of our cocks, I invited him over. I made sure to tell him to enter through the basement door. It was risky, but one I was willing to take. My own cock was rock hard and leaking even before he arrived.

A small knock on the door brought me back to reality, and I was shocked when I opened it. This man didn’t look the type, but then again, neither do I. Both of us in a sexless relationship, this would be perfect. He was about 6ft, dark hair, fit, and I could already see the outline of his cock in his pants. I was salivating for a taste but needed to be respectful. I do remember one thing from the call. He’s very alpha and would take the lead in our bisexual relationship. I’m good with that since it’s my first time.

This man, I will call him David, walked in with one thing on his mind. This he needed to get off, and I would be the one who did that. No small talk or chit chat, playing at home is dangerous, so we arranged that we would get right to the point. He wanted his cock sucked, and I always had the desire to swallow another man’s cum. No sooner was the door closed then I dropped to my knees, tugged his zipper down, and almost choked at the size. The picture didn’t do him justice at all. An 8 inch, thick, cut cock right there in my face waiting for me to make cum.

First, I stroked him, but knew that would never be enough. He could do that at home. Leaning in, the tip of my tongue rimmed the head, saliva already pouring down my chin.

“Suck my fucking dick,” David demanded.

Placing his hand on the back of my head, David fed me that dick. At first, I gagged when the head hit the back of my throat, and then, I swallowed. Fuck, this wasn’t gross or hard at all. My mouth sliding down his pole like I had sucked dick all my life. Gulping and swallowing, my tongue worshipped that dick. His precum tasted so fucking good. I knew when he fed me the real stuff, I would get addicted quick. Working my hand to my zipper, I pulled my cock out, stroking. My wife never made me as hard as I am right now.

“Be a good faggot and make me cum,” David laughed.

God, was I a faggot, or was this a bisexual dream? At that point I didn’t care. David fucked my mouth, and I pumped my dick. The moment I felt the swell in his shaft and the first spray of hot cum, I squirted all over the floor. Grunting and moaning, David pushed the head down my throat filling my stomach with its first load of cum. I didn’t even gag. His cum super sweet, I knew I could become addicted to this act. Well, until what he told me about next time. I will keep that a little secret though. I’m twitching thinking about how he will feel.

Let me know if you want more of this bisexual daydream.

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