Author's note: This story is about a cheating piece of crap husband. He lies and poses as a single man online in order to fuck single women. If you don't like cheating and lying husband stories with hardcore sex, please move on to the next story. Thank you angel love for your help in editing for me. Thanks. T.S.G.
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I'm not sure why I turned to an internet dating service.
I married my high school sweetheart almost twenty-three years ago. She was an All-American cheerleader type when we started dating. The last two decades have only improved her looks and personality.
I am very successful in business and as a result, Jo stays at home. She's raising three fantastic kids and is involved in local charities and politics.
And the sex? The sex is better today than when we were in high school. Some nights we make love. Other nights, I bang her until we pass out.
Last weekend, we attended the premier of a new Broadway play. The play was uneventful. However, what was memorable was our drive home. After pointing our Land Cruiser north to Connecticut, Jo reached over and played with my cock. With a sluttish smile on her face, she kneeled on the seat, unzipped me and pulled out my cock.
"Baby, please let me suck your cock. I want to feel your big hog in the back of my throat."
Jo's innocent teenage voice always gets me rock hard. She smiled, kissed my cheek, leaned over and sucked my eight-inch cock deep into her throat.
What's most amazing is Jo sucked me off for the entire forty-five minute drive home. I came once, but Jo never slowed down. She sucked my cock hard again and kept me hard the whole way home. Every time I reached for her juicy bald pussy, Jo would push my hand away. Tonight was about me, so I sat back, pushed the cruise control button and enjoyed the drive!
After walking the babysitter home, I found Jo in the middle of our bed. She was naked and on her knees, ass high in the air. Her face was buried in a pillow. I banged her pussy and ass for an hour. Jo came in thirty seconds and then over and over until I erupted deep in her ass.
As I've said, sex with Jo is great. It's an adventure every time. So, why have I joined an online dating service? Simple, I travel three or four nights a week on business. I'm lonely, bored and horny.
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My M.O. (Method of Operation) is simple and effective. After paying for a membership on datersconnection.com and filling out the profile, I researched members in the seven cities I travel to monthly.
I narrowed my search to profiles of attractive, fit women in the thirty to forty-year-old age group. I wait until I see them online and write them an instant message:
'Hi, I'm Chris and I'm new to Dater's Connection. I currently live in Wilton, CT, but am being transferred to Portland (or some other city) in June. A friend from work suggested I join Dater's Connection. I hope to meet a single, attractive, fun-loving woman online. If we're compatible, perhaps we can meet for drinks and dinner. I hope you'll check out my profile. If you'd like to get to know me better, please send me a note.'
It's amazing, how dumb, desperate and naive women can be. Most answer my instant message within seconds.
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Candy lives in Baltimore. She is thirty-four-years old, has shoulder length raven red hair and green eyes. She was separated for eighteen months and is recently divorced. She shares custody of a son and daughter with her ex-husband.
She had been a stay at home Mom. However, started to work after her separation. Candy started as a receptionist with an insurance agency. She just received her insurance license and is trying to build a book of business. Money is tight, but she is "going to make it!"
Candy and I instant messaged each other daily for the first week. We slowly got to know each other and shared information about jobs, social life and dating.
Sailing was one of Candy's passions, although she wasn't able to do it often. During the second week of IM's, Candy asked to trade pictures. I agreed and sent three, including a photo of me on my neighbor's sailboat.
The next day as we IM'd, Candy asked, "Whose boat was in the pic?"
"It's mine," I answered. "I thought I told you. I love to sail and am trying to get my boat to Baltimore."
Poor Candy. She was hooked.
A few days later, Candy IM'd, "Are you going to take me sailing this summer?"
"It depends," I answered. "What do you wear, while sailing," I teased.
"Anything you want, baby, or maybe, nothing at all." During our third week online, Candy asked, "If I buy you a Speedo, will you wear it while sailing?"
"I hate Speedos Candy. They're very uncomfortable."
"Why are they uncomfortable?"
"It's embarrassing and you'll probably think I'm exaggerating," I answered.
"Come on. Please tell me."
"Candy, I'm well endowed. Long bathing suits are much more comfortable."
The next day, Candy asked, "You have me intrigued. How big are you?"
"I'm 5'10" and 180 lbs.," I teased.
"Don't be a jerk. You know what I mean."
"I'm eight inches long and very thick. I hope that doesn't scare you."
"OMG. That's bigger than my biggest vibrator."
Candy and I shared sexual information for the rest of the week. She hadn't had sex since her separation and has settled for two vibrators and her fingers. She missed sex with a man and hoped to find someone soon. Candy loved to give oral and enjoyed screwing in different positions. Occasionally, when super horny, she could be talked into anal.
I told her that I loved oral, both giving and receiving; that anal sex was a favorite. Although, most women said 'hell no,' when they saw my size.
On Friday of our third week online, Candy asked, "What are you looking for in a woman, for a long term relationship?"
"I'm hoping to find a single, attractive, fun loving woman. She will love life and laugh easily. She'll be a flirt and dress that way, but will also be a lady. However, in the bedroom, she'll be an insatiable lover. A borderline slut."
I continued, "I hope I haven't offended you."
We chatted for a few more minutes, wished each other a great weekend and signed off.
On Monday, I sent Candy an email. "Hi baby. I hope you had a great weekend. I want you to know that I've had a change of plans this week. I'll be in Baltimore on Wednesday and Thursday for meetings. I hope we can meet for a drink Wednesday. If I pass inspection, perhaps you'll join me for dinner."
I signed off and went to some meetings. Tuesday morning, I checked my emails. Candy had sent three. In the first, she was 'sssssssssooooooo' excited to meet me. In the second she was nervous and doubted herself. In the third, she hoped I would find her attractive.
I signed on to my IM account. Candy was waiting.
"I can't believe we're going to meet," she began.
"This is going to be a real long week. I can't wait till Thursday."
"Me too! Where should we meet?"
"I'm staying at the Bayside Marriott. Griffins Seafood is across the street. I've made reservations for six o'clock. We have a table outside, on the deck. Let's meet in the bar first. Is that ok?"
"Oh Chris. That's perfect."
Candy and I chatted daily, for the rest of the week.
I arrived at Griffins at 5:45 p.m. The bar area was just starting to pick-up. I sat in the last empty bar stool and ordered a bottle of Merlot and two glasses.
I was pouring the wine, when Candy walked through the door. She was stunning and the pictures I'd seen didn't do her justice.
Candy was 5'5" tall and weighed 125 lbs. Her red hair reached her shoulders and her smile brightened the entire bar. She was dressed in an emerald green sundress that highlighted her red hair. She had an athletic body, with B-Cup breasts and hips that swung provocatively as she walked across the room.
I stood to greet her. "It doesn't seem like we're meeting for the first time," she began.
"I don't think a handshake will do." I reached for her waist and gently pulled her against me. I softly pressed my lips to hers, then backed away and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were sparkling.
Candy's body felt great as it pressed against me. Her hands rested on my shoulders and her breath was shallow. I leaned in and kissed her again. This time, with a bit more urgency.
When her lips parted, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I ran it across her lips and played with her tongue. When the tip of her tongue entered my mouth, I playfully bit it. I became rock hard as she moaned into my mouth. When we finished our kiss, I whispered into her ear, "It's nice to meet you Candy Parker."
Candy giggled and blushed as I guided her into my bar stool. I handed her a glass of wine and toasted her. "To a special friend!" We touched glasses and took a sip.
Over the next two hours, we drank wine and had a delicious dinner. Afterward, we left the restaurant and walked to Candy's car. Candy wrapped her arm through mine and held me tight as we walked.
Her car was a late model Honda. I leaned against the driver's door, reached for her waist and pulled her tight against me. Her hands encircled my neck, while mine rested along the top of her ass. I kissed her hard. Our mouths opened and our tongues fought. I tasted Candy's tongue and mouth.
My hands dropped to the globes of her ass and she groaned into my mouth as I squeezed her butt. I could feel the string of her thong as it disappeared between her cheeks. As I pulled her tight against me, Candy humped her pussy against my leg.
"We should have gone to your room," she gasped, between kisses.
