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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Have you ever wanted to be a fly on the wall? Watch things unfold but never participate. I’m a voyeur, and this story is for a client of mine (Names changed to protect identity). I hope you enjoy.

After years of marriage something needs to spice it up. A cruise would be the perfect place to rekindle the fading romance. John and Michelle planned for years for this cruise, but what they didn’t know was that it would change their lives forever. 7-day Mexican cruise during spring break seemed like a good ideal, well, until the 2nd day of the cruise.

No one said this was going to be a reverse harem cruise.

Who knew that the ship would be loaded with guys on break from college? The moment they took one look at Michelle it would be game over. Or was it just beginning? You decide.

“Honey, I’m going to the Spa for a massage. You can sleep in,” Michelle said.

After years of marriage, John rolled over, grunted, and went back to sleep. He wasn’t going to protest a little extra time in the bed. Plus, they drank far too much the night before and he was hungover.

Arriving at the Spa, Michelle first noticed the fact that the only other people there was 6 men, all of them seemed to be college age and well, nerds. Glasses, pale skin, and very skinny. The kind of boys you would see in one of those Revenge of the Nerds movies. The guy behind the counter was no better, well, a little older, but they all seemed like they might have worked on the same Science Project together.

Michelle could feel the hunger in their eyes the moment she walked into the place. It was like feeding time at the shark tank and she was the bait.

“Ma’am, your room is ready for you. Just take the hall to the end and you can change and slip the robe on there. You masseuse will be in very soon,” said the man.

Even though she felt something ominous in the air, Michelle did as told. Once in the room she removed her clothes, slipped on a white silk robe that seemed too small, and waited. The room contained a large table for the massage, the sounds of nature coming out of the speakers, and a shower in the corner. No red flags, but something still was off.

As the door squeaked open, it was nothing like what Michelle expected. Walking through the door all 6 of those nerd boys entered with their dicks in their hands. When they say the skinny boys have big dicks, they’re right. All these men were packing over 9 inches, and some over 10.

“What the fuck?” Michelle screamed.

“Shut the fuck up and get on your knees. We came for the special treatment and paid a lot for you to swallow our cum,” one said.

“Yeah bitch, down on your knees,” another added.

Without thinking, or resisting, Michelle did as told. In the middle of these six men, she looked terrified. Her eyes wide, but mouth open and ready for the first one. Her husband satisfied her, but not like this. She always dreamed of the day she would have more than one man, and today was it.

Grabbing the robe and ripping it from her body, the men couldn’t keep their hands off their newfound fuck toy. One holding her head as his cock pounded down her throat, another slapping her tits and yanking on her overly large nipples.

Gagging and choking, Michelle reached her hands out to stroke the cocks of two others, but their demands for service was too much. Michelle was soon covered with the welts for an increasing number of slaps and demands that she hurry. A hard cock doesn’t want to wait.

The first shot of cum right to the throat, Michelle gagged and choked thinking about what John would say. Should be tell him that she sucked all 6 of them off?

At the end of the day Michelle took 13 loads of cum and promised to come back tomorrow for another massage. Would John notice, or should she invite him for a couples massage? Maybe being a fly on the wall would make him realize what a little whore he really married.

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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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Does you have a cheating wife? Well, I have a caller who wishes he did. He gave me permission to share his fantasy with you, and add my own little spin on the entire thing. I have to admit that his roleplay really turned me on.

“Honey, I’m home!” he called out.

Standing in the kitchen, it’s the moment I’ve waited for. My loving husband home from work. Walking out dressed only in a white silk robe, the first thing I do is softly kiss his lips.

“Mmm, what was that for?” he asks.

“Because I have a huge surprise for you in the bedroom. I’ve been waiting for hours,” I laugh.

Am I considered a cheating wife is he really wants this?

As I walk him to the bedroom I am almost giddy with excitement. Opening the door, I don’t even have to see his face to know that look. He’s in a state of complete shock. Right there in the middle of our marital bed lays a chocolate GOD. Big Black, and stroking his 11 inch cock.

“Baby, go sit in the corner in that chair. You can stroke, but stay in the chair,” I demand.

Today is about me, not him. I’ve been needing this for so long, and now, I can finally be a cheating wife. Oh yes, and I can get a cream pie by a BBC. I’ve had a black man before, but never like this. Never when my husband was watching. Today I would prove to him that I am all those things my girlfriends say. I am the neighborhood slut. All of the wives hate me because their husbands can’t get enough.

“Yes, Dear,” he mumbled.

Starting at the end of the bed, I crawled up between that well hung Prince. His cock standing magnificent, my mouth was already salivating. A long swipe of my tongue up the thick under belly, and I heard my husband groan loud. Peeking over my shoulder and I stroke my wedding ring hand up and down his cock.

“Baby, I’m going to suck him real good for you,” I giggled.

My hubby only moaned as my lips stretched and moved down my lovers shaft. Each inch disappearing into the quietness of my throat. There is something about a black cock that always turns me into the perfect cheating wife. I can’t help it. My body aches for that salty lust. Each time his cock fully enters my mouth, a trickle of tear coated mascara paints a masterpiece down my face.

My lover yanked me off his cock, saliva dripping from my lips and he tilted my face to look at my husband.

“Yo, tell this bitch to sit on Black Daddy’s cock!” he demanded.

Oh my GOD! My husband shook as he stroked. His hand pumping up and down his weaker white cock, he nodded at my BBC lover.

“Baby, be a good girl and fuck our black daddy,” said my husband.

That was what took me from a BBC addict to a full blown cheating wife. Moving up his body, I hovered my perfect white pussy over the head of his cock. I dripped down the shaft as my lips stretched to engulf 11 inches of pure pleasure. I’ve always heard there is a pleasure zone, and now I know it’s real.

BBC

Each pump of his dick into my core, I screamed, cried, and came with a force I had never know. It wasn’t until he was about to cum did my husband finally speak up.

“Can I come over and clean his cock when he cum?” he asked.

There’s more, but this is all you will get for now. Just know this, I am not the only BBC lover in the house.

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A cuckold isn’t such a nasty label, but could you watch? Are you man enough to listen to your woman fuck another man? Better than that, are you man enough to watch?

“I have a secret desire, but I don’t know how you will react,” he said.

“You know you can tell me anything, so why would you hold back now?” asking, her tone hurt.

Can you imagine having this conversation with your significant other? I couldn’t until I did a little self exploring in the world of voyeurism. I’ve always been the person who peeked out the window when I heard a loud noise, or watched from the porch as the neighbors fought. It might be wrong, but inside of all of us, we love to look into the twisted lives of others. How would you respond if your husband asked if he could watch you with another man? No, he is not a cuckold, but a simple voyeur who has always dreamed of seeing the woman he loves being stretched open by another man.

Imagine bringing another male into your bedroom, never telling him that the man whose ring you wear is hiding in the closet. His breathing is slow and steady, but his cock rock hard the moment he hears the voices. Peeking through the little slats in the door, all he can see is the other man and the massive bulge in his pants. His wife has touched no one else since the day they met, but tonight, she was going to be filled with the cum of another. Playing in his mind was, what if she got pregnant? How would they explain a child that looked nothing like him? God, this was such a turn on that his hand went to his pants and released his cock. He was stroking his cock, and his wife, well, she was on her knees gagging on the stranger.

Do you have what it takes to be a cuckold?

This scene played out in my mind the moment I heard the word voyeur. My mind travelled to the dark side, a place that I thought I escaped from long ago.

Bent over the bed, the woman’s eyes never left the closet. She knew he was watching, but did he enjoy what he asked for? When the male pushed the huge cock head against her velvet lips, did he stroke harder and wish he could lick it first? One stroke and he was inside of her. Their monogamous relationship ended with one thrust of a cock against her willing core. She screamed at the size. After all, he was much larger than her husband. Why downsize? The scent of the fuck filling the room. The man in the closet pressed his nose to the whitewashed slats, inhaling the scent of her pussy. It smells pungent when another man is inside of her. Almost unpleasant. Did they smell it, or was it just him?

That cum is not yours!

Perched against the door, the man pumped his dick with increasing fury. He was mad. Or was it that his wife was enjoying the cock of another more than she ever enjoyed him? He listened to his wife beg for it harder, deeper, and then she asked for the man to cum inside of her. God, he listened to his wife beg to be soiled so deep that she would never rid herself of the memories. At that moment, he hated and loved her more than he could ever imagine. She did all of this for him, and yet, he was crying in pain with every stroke of his cock. When she came, he came. They always came together even now. This time, though, the cum that ran down her legs was not his. It was the lover who tainted marital bed.

Would you do this? Can you imagine burying your face in the woman you love and cleaning her freshly fucked cunt? Now imagine that the cum is not your own! Does this make you a cuckold?

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