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Cheating Wife Confession: In His Office

After having gotten my hands on his beautiful cock that afternoon, I couldn’t wait for more. I wanted him inside me so bad it actually hurt. We had arranged to meet for “lunch” at his office the next day, but neither of us wanted to wait that long. Within an hour after he left, we were texting back and forth about what had happened, what we wanted to happen, and how we were going to keep it all a secret. I couldn’t believe how excited I was all night. My phone was on silent so hubby wouldn’t notice, but he heard it a few times and saw me surreptitiously typing replies. When he asked who I was texting with so late, I told him it was just my sister. (Note to husbands and boyfriends: in case you’re wondering...if she’s constantly hiding the screen, keeping the phone on silent all the time, laying it face-down, and making sure she doesn’t ever leave it unattended...yes...she’s almost definitely cheating on you!)

By the time I went to bed, the flirting had moved on to downright raunchy sexting! I was aching and my pussy was dripping wet. I had the phone on my night table when G came to bed. It buzzed and he asked me again who that could be. I told him my sister was having problems and might text me at all hours. I stuffed the phone under my pillow and turned toward G. I put on my sexiest grin and said “Hey, hon...I know it’s late, but would you mind going down on me tonight?” He was between my legs and licking my soaked pussy within seconds. I heard the phone buzz again, and I said, “sorry hon...please keep going. I’ll tell her I’m going to bed and to stop texting.” While he continued eating my pussy, I picked up the phone and secretly snapped a picture of him going down on me and sent it to Tom with the caption, “I wish this was you!” A few second later, I got a pic of Tom’s hand wrapped around his cock with the caption, “wish you were here.” I typed the obvious response: “so do I.”

After a few minutes, G gave me the orgasm I needed and as I came, he started to mount me. He slipped his dick inside me, and thrust his hips back and forth a few times, cumming almost instantly. As usual, his dick shrank quickly, and slipped out of me as his cum leaked down my ass crack onto the sheets. He rolled off me, gave me a kiss, and turned toward his side of the bed. I got up, grabbed my phone, and went into the bathroom to clean up. I texted Tom one last time, and told him I was sorry, but I couldn’t wait for lunch the next day, and needed some relief from all the built up sexual tension from our texting. I wished he was the one who’d made me cum, and in reality...it was, since I was thinking about him and his big, beautiful cock the whole time, fantasizing that it was his mouth on my pussy and his fingers exploring my g-spot. 

The next morning, after the kids went off to school and G went to work, I texted Tom to say good morning. I was hoping he hadn’t had second thoughts, and that we were still “on” for lunch. He was already at work, and had a lecture starting in a few minutes. He said he’d be on “radio silence” for an hour or so, but he’d text me when he was out of class. I put on my robe, made a cup of coffee, and thought about what to wear to lunch. I picked a cute sundress with a fitted bodice and a sweetheart neckline that would show off my tits and accentuate my figure. I found a nice lace thong and demi-cup bra that would really make “the girls” look good. I picked out a sexy pair of pumps with high heels. I was going to do my best to look as sexy as I could for our first “date.” 

He texted me about 10, and said lunch would be great around noon. He gave me directions to his office, and told me where on campus I could find the best parking. I asked how much time we’d have, and he said he didn’t have another class after lunch until 3. I hopped in the shower and washed up, but not before treating myself to a quick orgasm with my massaging shower head. After the shower, I did my hair and makeup and got dressed. I looked myself over in the mirror and felt pretty confident that he would be more than pleased. I thought about it for a minute, and realized that i hadn’t gotten all dressed up to attract a man in years. It was really exciting!

I arrived on campus at about a quarter to twelve, and found my way to the second floor of the administration building. When I knocked on his door, he beckoned me in as he finished his phone call. As a dean, his office was larger than the little cubicles most college professors get stuck in, and had a nice view overlooking the quad. I walked over to the window and did my best to give him a nice view of my silhouette as I stretched my back, pushing out my tits in a little show just for his benefit. As he hung up the phone, he rose from his desk and crossed the room to give me a hug and kiss. Our tongues met as our lips locked, and the electricity shot through my body once again. He broke the kiss and went over to the door to give us some privacy and ensure we’d be undisturbed. He locked the door, and turned back toward me. Damn! He looked sexy. He was wearing suit pants, but had removed his jacket and tie, and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to reveal his tattoo sleeves underneath. As he crossed the room, I could feel my pussy start to quiver with anticipation, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. I wasn’t used to kissing someone so tall. Luckily my heels helped with the height difference, but he had to bend down pretty far to reach me. I had my arms around his neck and he held me by the waist as we kissed again. This time I broke the kiss and ran my hands over his chest, feeling his toned body. I pushed him gently backwards toward his desk, and teasingly pushed him into his chair. 

I hiked up the skirt of my sundress and made a show of straddling him, sitting on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck once again. Ahhh, this was much more comfortable. I could feel his cock underneath me, and his strong hands grasped my butt cheeks as we continued kissing and caressing each other. He kissed my cheek, and then my ear, and bit my earlobe softly. then he kissed down my neck and across my collar bone, and I arched my back for him. He kissed his way across my chest and as he reached my considerably accentuated cleavage, he grasped both breasts and gently pushed them upward, giving each a kiss through the thin fabric of my dress. I decided to return the kisses in kind, and pulled his head up by his chin, giving him a kiss on the lips. As he opened his mouth to kiss me back, I nibbled his lower lip. Then I kissed his cheek, and moved downward in a train of kisses to his neck and chest. when I reached the first button of his shirt, I deftly opened it with one hand, revealing his tattooed chest. I bent down to get one more button undone and give him another kiss, and I slipped off his lap and moved my hands to his thighs, separating them as I knelt on the floor in front of him. I caressed his thighs as I moved my hands closer to his crotch, and I could feel his manhood throbbing and straining for release. I unbuckled his leather belt, and undid his pants, slowly unzipping his fly. He pushed my hair out of his way so he could see my face, and as I reached in to take out his cock, he ran his fingers through my hair on both sides of my head. I love having a man run his fingers through my hair, and it made me tingle all over when he did it.

I pulled his big dick out of his pants, and kissed the tip. It was wet with precum, and tasted salty and delicious. He was SOOOO much bigger than G, and I couldn’t hold back from trying to deep throat his huge member. I hadn’t had a cock this big since I was in college, and I wasn’t sure I could still do it without gagging, but I was damn sure going to try! I ran my tongue in a circle around his head, and licked the tip again before tilting my head and licking it from the base to the head on the left side, and then tilting the other way and licking all the way up the right side, all while locking eyes with him. Then I licked his balls, taking each one into my mouth and gently sucking before licking his shaft right up the underside until my tongue hit the tip again and I was rewarded with a twitch of his cock and a fresh glob of delicious precum. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked gently. As I took more of him into my mouth, a teased him with my tongue. I got almost to the base of his shaft when I began to gag a little. I concentrated as hard as I could on suppressing the reflex, and took him deeper into my throat. I held my breath as he blocked my air passage, and felt him deep in the back of my throat as my lips reached the end of his cock. I held him there for a second or two, and then began bobbing my head up and down on his huge rod as I caressed his balls with one hand and stroked the base of his shaft with the other. He continued to stroke my hair as he held my head with two hands. He wasn’t pulling me down onto him, but the feeling that he might do so at any moment was driving me wild. I deep throated him a couple of more times, and when I felt his balls begin to tighten, I stood up, pulled my skirt up, pulled down my thong and kicked it off to the side, and mounted his lap again. I pressed my dripping wet pussy against his shaft and moved my hips forward and back, stroking him with my pussy lips. I felt his hips moving as he gyrated them against my snatch, and he grasped my waist as our pelvises did their mating dance. I looked him in the eyes and said, “now. Fuck me now, Tom.”

He didn’t waste any time, and grasped his cock by the base, aiming it at my tight hole. I lowered myself slowly, wanting him deep inside me, but not sure if he was too big to slip in quickly. My lips parted for his head, and I stretched to accommodate his girth. I was soaking wet, and so was he, so we fit together perfectly. He was filling me up like I hadn't felt in years, and reaching places inside my vagina that no man had hit for years. Even my biggest toys had nothing on this beautiful cock inside me. As he pressed against my cervix, I still wasn’t down to the base of his huge cock, so I hovered there and moved up and down slowly, moving lower and lower, closer and closer, deeper and deeper with every few strokes. Finally, my pussy had stretched enough to accommodate all of him, and I was down on his lap, his cock deeeeeeep inside of me, and stretching me to my limits. I was ready to ride him and began humping his cock as he squeezed my tits, pushing me up and down as I rode him. It was so fucking hot...I was fucking this sexy, gorgeous guy, and thinking of nothing but the pleasure we were giving to each other. Right there. In the moment. Just the two of us. I wasn’t a wife and mother in a stale marriage...I was a sex goddess being fucked by an Adonis with a nine inch cock, and feeling like I was 20 again. He reached down to my clit and started rubbing it with his thumb as we fucked, and within seconds, had me cumming on his shaft, my legs quivering and unable to move. He took over the thrusting from underneath, and pumped deep inside me until my orgasm subsided. 

He lifted me off his cock and we stood for a second, as he slid the papers on his desk to one side. He lifted me up and dumped me onto the end of his desk as he lined up his tool with my pussy again. He slammed into me and took over control...fucking my tight pussy deeper and harder with every stroke. I pulled my dress over my head and laid there on his desk with just my heels and demi bra. My tits were bouncing sexily with every thrust of his hips. I squeezed my PC muscles rhythmically, massaging his cock with my pussy as he fucked me. He began to grunt and he said he was going to cum soon. As much as I wanted him to cum inside me, I also wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste his man seed, and feel it run down my throat as I swallowed every last drop. I asked him, “where do you want to cum? In my mouth or in my pussy?” I got my answer a moment later, as his seed burst inside me, filling me with jet after jet of hot cum. He continued thrusting, and his cock stayed mostly hard...I could feel his cum all inside me and heard the sound of my sloppy, cum-filled pussy as he continued fucking me. He rubbed my clit some more, and I began to cum again. As the electric shocks and heat started coursing through my body, my legs straightened involuntarily and started shaking uncontrollably. I came hard on his cock, and I could feel him just beginning to soften as his cum started dripping out of my pussy, down his balls, and onto the edge of his desk.

He kissed me deeply, and I could taste the sweat on his lips. We were both covered in perspiration from our exercise, and we were panting as we came down from the sexual high that we’d both just shared. He pulled the rest of the way out of me, slumped into his chair, his pants around his ankles, and his cock hung between his legs, glistening in our combined sex fluids. I couldn’t resist the urge, and I knelt in front of him again, naked except for my bra and heels, and licked and sucked his cock clean. I helped him straighten himself up and get dressed. I stood in front of him naked, and he stared at my body. I spun around for him, and blew him a kiss as I reached for my dress. I slipped into it and straightened it out, as I felt more of his cum flow out of my pussy and down my thigh. I grabbed a tissue from the desk and wiped up the glob of sticky cum from my leg, wiped my pussy, and tossed the tissue into the wastebasket. I bent over to pick up my thong, and he playfully slapped my ass. I stepped into the thong and pulled it up, straightened my dress, and asked, “did you enjoy your lunch?”

“That was the best damned lunch I’ve had in years,” he said as he smiled at me. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

I looked him deep in the eyes and said, “me too. Can we do this again tomorrow?”

Well, that didn’t last long. As soon as we posted, we got this message. How does one post an explicit photo and have it stay unflagged?

Billions and billions served…

#True #TeamBeyondFreak (Taken with instagram)

Happy Father’s Day everyone! Here’s a little cum shot for you on this special day! 😜

Hotwife Confession: Hotel Gangbang Party

Since some of you wanted to hear about our first gangbang party, here goes...

After my very first hotwife experience getting fucked by multiple guys at a local “bookstore,” my husband and I knew we wanted to experience a true gangbang for me. One of the swing lifestyle websites we joined had listings for different gangbang parties on its calendar and we started looking into them. After finding one that took place at a hotel close to us, we decided to sign up. They advertised it as a party for women who wanted there to be a LOT of men there. They provided condoms and lubes--along with snacks and soft drinks--and guaranteed a friendly, safe, “yes means yes, but no means no” atmosphere. We emailed the hosts, answered a few questions, shared a few photos, and set the date on our calendar.

On the day of the party, hubby helped me get completely shaved and we showered together before getting dressed. I wore my red hotwife dress and black heels, and had my hair up. Getting ready for a date together always made me feel sexy, but tonight I had to admit that I looked and felt especially good. There’s nothing quite like a freshly shaved pussy to make me feel good about myself!

We arrived at the hotel and texted the hosts, who gave us the room number and told us which entrance to come to (apparently you don’t use the main entrance at these things to avoid suspicion...). Harry, the host, met us at the door and let us in, leading us to the room. We weren’t the first to arrive, but there weren’t a whole lot of people there yet. Harry introduced us to his wife June, who showed us around the suite...two bedrooms and a sitting area with a kitchen. Other than Harry and June, there were about ten men, all sitting or standing around the sitting room and kitchen, making small talk and snacking. It seemed that most of them were regulars at the monthly gangbang party, and they knew each other already. We talked with a few of them, and got comfortable fairly quickly. They told us that within an hour, the room would be practically filled with men...usually only two or three women attended. My pussy was absolutely tingling with anticipation, and my husband was getting excited, too. I sat on the settee in the middle of a couple of the guys. Within about ten minutes, five more men arrived, and the room was getting pretty crowded. BUT NO ONE WAS NAKED YET! 

A few minutes later, another couple arrived, and the woman embraced the hostess enthusiastically. She was apparently one of the regulars, too. She was pretty...tall, thin, and had long dark hair. After chatting for a few minutes with a few people, she came over to me and introduced herself as Mae. Her husband Frank took her by the hand and they went into one of the bathrooms together. A few minutes later, they both emerged undressed...she was stripped down to nothing but a garter belt, fishnet stockings, and fuck-me boots (Note to self: buy a garter belt and stockings before my next date...she looked sexy AF). He was hairy all over, and had a nice cock...about 7-8″ soft, with low-hanging balls, but he had a bit of a belly (think Ron Jeremy).

My husband took the hint and brought me into the other bathroom. He helped me slip off my red dress and he hung it on the back of the door. I stood in front of the mirror and checked myself over. I was a little nervous, but my pussy was tingling and wet. My husband stayed dressed and we emerged from the bathroom together and went out to the sitting room. There were now about 15 men there, and 10-12 had already gone into the bedroom with Frank and Mae. I gave my husband a little kiss before walking into the opposite bedroom, just to peek at Mae and her potential lovers. Frank was sitting on the bed and she was on her back with her head in his lap, and one of the guys was on his knees between her legs eating her pussy. The others were all getting undressed or had their dicks in their hands stroking them and getting ready for their turn. 

I turned and walked out of the room, across the sitting room, and into “my” bedroom. My husband followed behind me, as did several of the men. Two or three of the men began stripping down, and I sat on the edge of the bed. A tall black man stripped off his shirt to reveal a gorgeous chest and abs, came over to me and started to remove his jeans. The bulge in his underwear was huge, and I helped him remove them. There were now a dozen other men in the room, removing their shoes and clothes, and I began stroking the BBC in front of my face. As I opened my lips and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth, an older, man came over next to us, and I began stroking his dick with one hand. It was average size, but the head was mushroom-shaped and really big. I was sucking on the tip of the huge cock in my mouth, when he held the back of my head and pressed it down onto him, gagging me a little as his cock entered my throat. I held back my gag reflex as much as possible, but couldn’t hold it forever. I pushed on his hips and he released my head. There were now a dozen men of all ages, shapes, and sizes standing around the bed, all stroking their cocks. My husband stood just inside the doorway watching us. 

I laid back and my black friend lifted my legs onto his shoulders and rolled on a condom. He started rubbing his cock against my dripping wet pussy and clit. I had a dick in each hand, and one in my mouth by now, and there were several sets of hands caressing my body, tits, and hair. I couldn’t concentrate on whose was whose. I have to admit it was a little overwhelming, but not uncomfortable at all. This is what I wanted, and I knew I was about to get more than I had bargained for. I felt the huge cock pressing against my pussy, and he pushed in slowly at first, as I stretched to accommodate him.  He was about the same size as my biggest toy, and I couldn’t wait to feel the real thing inside me, pounding against my cervix. As he went all the way in, I moaned with pleasure and the cock in my mouth began to pulse (already?!). It filled my mouth with cum, and as he pulled out and slid off the bed, another guy took his place almost immediately. I barely had time to swallow when his hard cock was being slapped against my cheek asking for attention. I caught a glimpse of my husband near the doorway, still dressed and watching intently. Keeping my hands working and trying to maintain coordination wasn’t easy while sucking cock and getting fucked. My black friend was pumping into my pussy relentlessly by now, which felt AMAZING, and he was holding my ankles high in the air as he drilled into me, my black patent leather heels pointing toward heaven. I could feel the MFM charm on my anklet digging slightly into my skin as he held my ankles with his powerful hands. After several minutes, one of the cocks in my hand began spurting cum all over my tits. He crawled off the bed, and was replaced momentarily by another lover. This one wasn’t quite hard yet, and I had to lube it up a little, so I rubbed my tits and got my hand covered in cum, using it as a lube for my hand. I could feel my black lover’s balls slapping against my ass with every stroke, and he began to pick up his pace. Suddenly he pulled out, ripped off the condom, and blew a huge load of cum. The first volley hit my neck, and the next several shots hit my tits and belly. He wiped his cock on my thigh and stepped away, as the older man with the mushroom head took his place.

As he put on a rubber and prepared to fuck me, I realized there were now three cocks in my face, and I was only sucking on one of them. I turned my head and sucked one of the others, and let go of the cocks in my hand as I reached for the other two at my head. I alternated sucking and stroking each of them, and within a few minutes, I had cum from all three cocks in my mouth and all over my face. As the man between my legs pumped in and out of my pussy, the men at my sides caressed my legs and jerked off over my belly. When he was ready to cum, my mushroom-headed friend stayed inside me, so that I felt his cock pulsing, but I couldn’t feel his hot cum filling me (another note to self: bareback is SO much better...need to discuss with hubby about altering this rule in the future).

Suddenly, I was being turned over by two of the men. A pair of them wanted to spit roast me, so I got on my knees on the bed, and moved up toward the middle. The one in front of me was Latino, and had an impressive, uncut cock. I took it into my mouth and began sucking it, as his buddy slapped my ass and pressed his cock into my pussy. He gripped my hips and began thrusting hard, pushing me farther onto his partner’s cock with each forward stroke. There were hands squeezing my tits, and one guy was rubbing my clit from underneath as I was being fucked from behind. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build, and soon I was finding it difficult to hold myself up on all fours. As I came, my whole body tensed up, and my legs began to shake. I could feel my pussy being pounded, and hands all over my body, but I just couldn’t control myself. As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed onto the bed, ass up and being pounded still.

They turned me onto my back, across the bed, and my head was hanging back over the edge so I could continue to suck on my Latino friend, while his buddy repositioned between my legs and lifted them toward my chest, lifting my ass off the bed slightly. As I felt the Spanish sausage enter my mouth and push in deep, I also felt the tip of a cock pressing against my puckered asshole. He was big, and I wasn’t expecting it, but as his head pushed past my sphincter, I relaxed my muscles and felt the thick shaft slide into me. I had a cock in my throat ready to blow, and another in my ass, while men were fondling me and diddling my clit. I was in seventh heaven! I felt my throat filling with cum as I gagged hard on the cock in my mouth. I couldn’t swallow, and coughed up cum and saliva as he pulled out of my mouth, his entire load spilling out and running up my nose and all over my face. Someone started fingering my pussy as I was being ass-fucked, and worked my G-spot with his fingertips. It sent me over the edge quickly, and I came again, squirting all over his hand and running down to my well-fucked ass. That made him start to cum, and he pulled out, tore off his rubber, and came all over my dripping wet pussy and ass. My finger friend rubbed the cum all over my pussy and continued diddling my clit, but it was super sensitive, and I felt like I needed to tap out for a minute to regroup. I looked up and just as I was about to say something, one of the men jerking off next to me came in my face, splashing my chin and neck with cum. I realized that I was COMPLETELY covered in cum from my hair to my thighs. I had no idea how many loads had been shot on me, or in my mouth, or on my face. I just knew I needed a second to recover.

The guys helped me up, and I rose to go to the bathroom. My husband came over to help me. Sticky and dripping, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror, and couldn’t believe my eyes. I really was completely covered. My mascara was smeared and my hair was caked in half-dried cum. My pussy was still tingling, and cum was running down my legs from the last load. 

I grabbed a hand towel to give myself a quick wipe-down, but my husband told me to wait a second. He came over to me, and kissed me gently on the lips. He licked his own lips and tasted the cum from my face. He cupped my breasts in his hands, and rubbed the cum into my skin. Then he knelt in front of me, and ran his hands down my body, rubbing in the cum lotion as he went. When he reached my pussy, he wiped some of the dripping cum from my thigh and inserted his fingers inside me. My knees buckled from the feeling, and I had to catch myself on the bathroom counter. He stood with a smile, and I turned to use the toilet. I peed, and when I was done, I splashed a little water in my face to clean up a little. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw that the hostess had taken my place on the bed, and was being fucked like I had been only a few minutes earlier.

I walked through to Mae’s room, and there was another woman with her on the bed, along with four guys in an MFMFMM orgy. I turned back toward my husband, and kissed him again. There were four or five guys on the sofa and chairs, recuperating and having drinks. I went over to one of the guys who’s been in with Mae, whose cock was beginning to get hard again, took his drink from his hand, had a sip, and then got on my knees in front of him. I gave his cock a lick, and started blowing him in the chair. It was a nice, thick cock, and he tasted like cum...and pussy. Mae must have let him go bareback, and it was an immediate turn-on. I could hear moans of pleasure from both rooms, and I was loving the atmosphere. It was much more exciting than I had imagined, and I wasn’t uncomfortable at all anymore. I sucked his cock for a few more minutes, and invited him back into my bedroom. My husband followed, and I told him I had an idea. June and her lover made room for us on the bed, and I had my husband lay on his back. He was still fully dressed, and I knelt above him on all fours, in a 69 position. I asked my friend to fuck me doggy style while hubby ate me out from underneath. He reached for a condom, and I looked at hubby with an impish grin. “I know we had a rule...but wouldn’t it be nice to watch him fuck me raw?” My husband’s eyes lit up, and he said “Oh God, yes! I know you wanted to play it safe, but bareback would be so much better!”

I settled into position, and my lover knelt behind me. I told my husband to help him in, and he guided the cock in front of his face into my wet and warm hole. My husband began sucking on my engorged clit as my lover fucked me from behind, his balls rubbing back and forth across hubby’s forehead as he thrust his hips against my ass. My face was up against my husband’s cock, separated by the cloth of his pants. He had a huge wet spot from his precum, but I was saving him for later. One of the other guys in the room got up on the bed and knelt in front of me, and guided his cock into my open mouth. I sucked the tip as my pussy was being eaten and fucked at the same time. I started cumming when my lover stuck his thumb in my ass and picked up the pace of his thrusting. With my clit being sucked and my mouth and both holes filled, I came hard, and collapsed again onto my husband. My lover pulled out of my pussy and thrust his cock deep into my tight ass. Within a few seconds, my husband had his tongue deep in my pussy, and my lover was getting ready to cum. He was moaning and grunting, and he pulled out of my ass, ready to fuck my pussy again. My husband didn’t expect it, and when he pulled out to switch holes, he used his cock to push my husband’s face and tongue away from my dripping hole. He thrust deep into my pussy and came almost instantly. His hot cum flooded my quivering pussy and overflowed out of me as he drilled away. My husband got a face full of hot, white cum, mixed with my juices, and began licking my pussy clean as my lover pulled out. The cock in my mouth began throbbing and pulsing as he came deep in my throat, and one of the guys who was standing on the side of the bed watching us and stroking his dick shot his load onto my back.

We gathered our things, I got dressed, we said our goodbyes, and we drove home...talking about the night and reliving all the memories as we drove. The evening was nothing like anything either of us had imagined, let alone experienced before. It was every fantasy we’d ever discussed all rolled up into one night of debauchery and lust. I got my gangbang and hubby got his fucklicking/cum cleanup. He got to watch me fuck and be fucked, suck cock and get eaten out. I was his pornstar for the night, and I felt amazing! I got to be practically bathed (inside and out) with hot cum, and I discovered that being a slut wasn’t necessarily a bad thing! I felt like it was empowering and very satisfying to feel slutty when I was in control of the situation. When we got home, hubby stripped me down again, licked my body from head to toe, and cleaned my stretched and totally-used pussy. We showered together and because my pussy was so used, I jerked him off under the hot water. We fell asleep naked, wrapped in each other's arms where we belonged. 

It would be amazing to be behind you on a trail riding that bike with the cockseat.

Yes, but if you were behind me I’d want you to pull me over into a secluded grove just off the trail and mount me from behind, slamming your thick cock deep inside me, fucking my dripping wet pussy harder with each stroke, until you unload your heavy balls with a final thrust and a loud groan deep into my womb. 🚴🏻‍♀️🍑🍆🚴🏽‍♂️

Couldn’t have said this better myself. Great post!

Hotwife Lifestyle - Understanding Our Man’s Hotwife Fantasy and How to Use That to Our Advantage

The fantasy of having a “Hotwife” is growing, in fact, research shows it is growing at a higher rate than a good majority of the other lifestyle alternatives, including the old staple of “swinging” and the modern “open relationship”.  Why is it that a fantasy that revolves around only one part of a relationship – the woman – going out and finding pleasure from another man more intriguing to an increasing number of men than going out and “getting some” for himself?  

Basic psychology tells us that men are highly competitive creatures.  They have a drive to compete with other males of the species for the best mate – this isn’t so much different than what happens in the animal kingdom.  Most men have an innate drive to compete with other men when it comes to the “best mate” or the “most attractive woman”.  With this being said, one of the reservations of most women who find out about their husband or partner’s Hotwife fantasy is that he is somehow “weaker” than the rest because he wants to give up his position as your only partner.  Is this really true, though?  Could the truth lie somewhere within today’s man’s loss of natural competition in everyday life, and a desire to maintain a level of competition after marriage or “monogamy”?  Is this weakness, or rather the ultimate confidence?  

Cuckholding aside, because this aspect of the fantasy requires a bit more in terms of a “woman led” relationship, and a bit more from the man in terms of a desire for mental sadomasochism, a good majority of men enjoy the idea that they have been able to “capture” the best mate and even when she’s out having amazing physical and emotional experiences with men who may have qualities that actually supersede their own – a better body, a larger cock, youth, more prowess in bed – their woman actually WANTS to come back to them at the end of the night.  While most Hotwife-Husbands do get some level of turn-on from the jealousy and the possibility that their Hotwife may actually be enjoying their dates more than they enjoy being “at home”, the overwhelming desire is the competition and the “win” in terms of having a wife who chooses them again and again even after being allowed to go out and have other men.  

As Hotwives, we may be the focus of the fantasy, but there is that deeper and more psychological desire of a man who, even after committing to one woman, is able to compete with other males sexually.  This is why the desire for “reclaiming” a Hotwife after a date is so strong – it’s actually been scientifically proven that men who are able to reclaim a partner after she has been with someone else have an increase in testosterone levels, which means stronger desire, more powerful erections, longer lasting erections, and an overall stronger sex drive.  So, what does this mean for us as Hotwives?

He Enjoys the Jealousy, Go with It

As women we’ve learned that inducing some jealousy can actually be a good thing when it comes to dating – before we’ve found our “person”.  We use our female prowess to keep the men who we are seeing guessing…why?  Because they seem more interested in us when it seems as though we may not be 100% there.  So, if this works in the dating world, why wouldn’t it work once we’re married? In contrast, women typically don’t respond as well, or in the same way to jealousy – we tend to worry, question, and sometimes shut down if we feel that he might be “just not that into us”.  Naturally, because of our own feelings on the matter, we tend to avoid making our men jealous once we’ve committed to them, because we, ourselves don’t want to feel as though we’re in constant competition with other, more attractive, sexier, younger, etc., women.  Why would we do something to the man that we love that we, ourselves, would hate?

For men, though, and especially those with Hotwife fantasies, jealousy is a big component and tool for us to keep our men hot and bothered.  Sometimes just the mere mention of being flirted with by that cute guy at our favorite restaurant, or our interest in the sexy personal trainer at the gym is enough to send our men into a sexual frenzy.  It doesn’t take a lot to feed the fantasy.  It’s not ALL about dates and recounting how well we got worked over in the bedroom (and how much we loved it), though that is the ultimate turn on for our men, it’s also about the little things – the mention of our interest in someone else, the sexy messages that we send to potential lovers or Bulls, the “tease” of how much we loved what our last Bull did for us and how much we’re looking forward to doing it again.  Remember, this ignites the “competition” element of things, which is natural for men.

The More You Enjoy it, the More He Enjoys it

You may be thinking, “But I’m doing it for him, I’m not doing it for myself” (a common theme by A LOT of Hotwives), but in reality, our men WANT us to enjoy our encounters. They want to hear about what this “other guy” did for or to is that sent us over the edge, and yes, they want to hear what we liked better about the “other guy”.  I know it seems crazy, because we don’t want to imagine our men, even if we did allow them to be with other women, thinking that their “others” were better, sexier, hotter or had something that we don’t.  That’s because we don’t have that “competition drive” like our men do.

Let’s face it, despite what our men tell us – “It’s all about your pleasure” or “I don’t get anything out of it unless you’re enjoying it, because I love you so much” – this isn’t some ultimate “unselfish” thing our men are doing for us.  These things come out of their mouths, but what they are really saying is “I want to know that you came three times while he was fucking you, and you STILL want to come home to me”.  It’s their kink, and we have to understand it.  

So, if you’ve actually taken the step into the world of Hotwifing, you’re going to have to learn how to properly tease your man into believing that, just maybe, your Bull was better than him in some ways.  Whenever you think “But I’m only doing it for him”, follow that us with “I’m doing it for him and he WANTS to know that I absolutely enjoyed it”.  Find some aspect of your encounter that was mind-blowing, and recount, in great detail exactly what it was that sent you over the edge.  This may require a little bit of embellishment, and that’s OKAY…trust me…embellishment is your friend in this situation.  Tell your man about your Bull’s amazing cock, how good if felt, how good he tasted, how fantastic he was at oral sex, etc.  These are the things that will ramp up that competition streak in your man and make him want to reclaim you with increased vigor and desire.  

The More You Want Someone Else, The More Your Man Wants You

Again, you’re playing on the competition and the teasing aspect of things here…  The more that you act as if you WANT to be a Hotwife, the more that your husband or partner is going to WANT you.  His desire for you is going to skyrocket, his sexual desire for you is going to make it so that he’s ready to chew his own leg off to get you back in bed.  I have experienced this firsthand many times…if I am completely honest about an “encounter” and admit to “D” that my Bull was lacking in some way, or I didn’t quite “get there”, he isn’t nearly as turned on as when I tell him about how amazing things were.  I don’t like or believe in lying, but I do advocate for being selective and stretching the truth…maybe your lover wasn’t the best at giving oral sex, but maybe he was an amazing kisser, so a good answer would be “he was amazing with his mouth” and leave the rest up for interpretation.  

We’re women.  We are strong and capable and we are smart.  And the truth is, this is a GAME we are playing for and with our husbands/partners, so we need to get our heads into the game. Furthermore, this is an intellectual game, and we need to use our intellects to get to where we want to be.  Where do we want to be?  We want to have a husband/partner who is absolutely drooling over us, believes we are the ultimate sexual goddess, and in is jealous enough to realize that in order to “compete” they will need to step up their own game in order to “keep” us satisfied – be that with amazing sex, extra romance, other rewards, or all of the above.  

Happy Hotwifing!

-S

Yesterday was Steak and Blowjob Day. Who did you make a steak for? Did you blow the same person? I didn’t. ;)

Hotwife confession:

I began cheating on my husband with his best friend about 8 years ago. He caught us in April after seeing a text message on my phone. We promised we hadn’t actually done anything yet...just texting and a few kisses here and there when we’d been alone. I got a burner phone to keep from getting caught and we continued our affair until August, when my hubby caught us again. He was really angry at first, but in the process of working through it, he often found himself getting hard when we’d talk about the times I’d met his best friend in a parking lot or at his office for a quick handjob or blowjob. And when we went through my phone and he read our text messages and sexts, he found himself getting totally aroused. We talked about opening up my end of the marriage (he had no desire to sleep with anyone else), and had some crazy hot sex after discussing it. On several occasions, in fact. His cousin got married in October, and on the way home from the wedding, we stopped in a parking lot and started making out. It was getting pretty hot and heavy, and I had his dick in my hand about to blow him, when he said I looked amazing and he wanted to watch me get fucked tonight. I looked up at him and he said, “by more than one guy.” My heart jumped a bit and I asked if he was serious. He was. We drove to an all night “bookstore” that had a back room. We paid the clerk $20 and waked into the little theater where there were 6 or 7 men watching porn...a couple of them jerking off. My husband walked me up in front of the room and asked if anyone wanted to fuck his wife. Four of them got up and walked over to the sofa on the side of the room. They began to strip off my dress and panties and suddenly I was naked in a room full of strangers standing only in my high heels. My husband helped me onto the sticky leather sofa and they started in. Hands exploring my body. Grabbing my tits, groping my ass and pussy. Caressing me all over. I laid back and my husband stood behind the sofa near my head. The first of them began fingering my pussy, which was soaked, despite the butterflies in my stomach and my racing heartbeat. He slipped his black cock from his pants and slipped on a condom before pressing it against my pussy. I had a cock in each hand and my husband was stroking my hair as the first one entered my quivering snatch. By this time, the other men in the room were all watching us and jerking off. I’d never fucked a black guy before, and this one was not like the ones in the movies. He wasn’t huge or as thick as a coke can, but he was DEFINITELY bigger than my husband. As I stroked the two cocks in my hands, he pumped in and out of me like his life depended on it. Just as he was about to nut, he pulled out, ripped off his rubber, and blasted my tits and neck with his cum. As he finished, the guy in my left hand was ready. He pulled out a condom and rolled it on as he got between my legs. He was bigger than the first guy, and much thicker. It hurt a little as he thrust into me, but if felt amazing once he was inside. He had some moves and made my pussy quiver. I started to reach over to use two hands on my other friend, when the fourth guy put his dick in my face. I didn’t want to suck that night, so I just took his cock in my hand and started stroking him instead. The guy in my right hand started moaning and let out a grunt as he came on my tits. It wasn’t a geyser by any means...it sort of just gushed out all at once all over my hand and down onto my tit. He took his cock and wiped it on my tit and arm as he packed up and turned away. My husband finally remembered to get out the phone and take a picture (or seven) and captured my two friends (one in my left hand and the other pulling out of my pussy) both cumming on my tits and belly. Four guys had cum on me and I was covered. I was pretty well spent after a long day at the wedding and getting fucked by a group of strangers. I got up and wiped off most of the cum before slipping my dress back on. My husband and I walked out to the car and as we drove home, I jerked him off...more later!

Oh my goodness!