Cheating Wife Confession: My Second Life Affair with Malik
I matched Malik on the Thundr dating app. Both married, both cheating. This is my Second Life confession ... sex everywhere.
We matched, and right away he stood out. His messages weren’t lazy one-liners. He was engaging, sharp, and within hours I was hooked on the way he spoke. We messaged back and forth for a day or two, a nice slow burn that made every ping exciting. Then he admitted something that made my pulse race: he had a wife too.
The idea that both of us were cheating lit a fire in me. I wasn’t just the only one sneaking around anymore ... he was too. Two rings, two secrets, two betrayals colliding. That kind of shared guilt doesn’t make it worse. It makes it hotter.
Basket Chair Beginnings
When Malik finally came to my place, I could barely breathe from anticipation. We didn’t waste time. I pulled him into the basket chair, straddling him while his hands explored every inch of me. His mouth claimed mine, hungry and demanding, while my fingers found his cock through his pants.
Before long, I was on my knees in front of him. He tasted of salt and heat as I slid him into my mouth, sucking him slow at first, then harder, deeper, until my throat was stretched and I was gagging. Malik groaned, hand tangled in my hair, pulling me further down his shaft. When he finally pulled out and spilled across my face, it was perfect ... the first mark of a man who wasn’t mine but was already taking me as if I belonged to him.
Sofa Heat
We tumbled onto the sofa next, bodies tangled, lips pressed together, his cock hard again almost instantly. He flipped me over, pushed me onto all fours, and drove into me from behind. Doggy style was his favorite, I could tell, and he fucked me with force, every thrust hitting deep, every slap of his hips making me moan louder.
The sofa creaked, my body trembled, and orgasm after orgasm rolled through me until I could barely keep my balance. I clawed at the cushions, gasping his name, lost in the rhythm of his body using mine.
Bed Bliss
When we finally staggered into the bedroom, I thought I couldn’t take any more. I was wrong. Malik was relentless. He pinned me to the mattress, his tongue teasing my nipples before he slammed into me again.
We changed positions ... me on top, grinding against him, his hands gripping my hips; him on top, kissing me breathless while he filled me. Each orgasm was stronger than the last, my body shaking, my head spinning. He made me feel wanted in a way my husband hasn’t in years. Strong, hard, passionate ... Malik knew how to make a woman feel alive.
Balcony Finish
By the time we ended up on the balcony, the sun was creeping higher in the sky. It’s the same balcony where I usually stand with my morning coffee. But that day it became something else entirely.
He bent me forward against the railing, taking me doggy style again, the cool air brushing my skin while his body pounded into mine. I came undone, my cries echoing in the open air, his cock driving me wild until I could barely hold myself up. When he finished, he pulled out and left me dripping, my body wrecked and my mind racing.
The Aftermath
We collapsed together, laughing, panting, the guilt and thrill crashing together in my chest. Malik whispered that he wanted to see me again ... and this time, he wanted to bring a friend. A threesome. Jackpot.
The thought of it already has me wet. Two men, both not my husband, both using me, filling me, making me forget my vows completely. This life is dangerous, but it’s addictive, and Malik is proof of that.
Cheating in Second Life isn’t just about sex. It’s about the rush, the danger, the satisfaction I can’t find at home. Malik gave me all of it, and I know I’ll go back for more.
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