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Do you guys remember how kidnap fantasies were popular on wattpad because young girls and queer teens were both made to feel shame at the thought of their own sexualities, so the fantasy of being kidnapped totally against their will was a way for them to engage with a romantic or sexual fantasy without feeling morally in the wrong for doing so? Added bonus that the fantasy involved being whisked away from repressive environments like home or school, right?
Finding out that Bram Stoker was in a sexless marriage and that scholars believe that he very likely was closeted gay puts the entire book into perspective as to WHY it reads EXACTLY like a self insert wattpad Dracula kidnap fic:
“I TOTALLY love my wife and would never do anything that an upstanding Good Straight Working Man wouldn’t do but oh nooo, big strong man with broad back and strong enough arms to carry me back to bed like a princess trapped me and claimed me as his, completely against my will 👉👈 But he protects me against the bad evil sexual women (who I assure you, I am TOTALLY sexually attracted to, as any straight man with a choice would be) but trust me, I do NOT want ANY of this. What’s that? The Count is not capable of feeling love? Would be a shame if I had the special ability to change tha-”
sennen aigis will never add big boob--
AH!
so even these guys have finally realized the change in industry
long ago normal romances were satisfying, nowadays the age of big boobs became ever since 2000s... maybe we are spoiled milf generation.
I was thinking of writing and you might already know, azur lane doujin, but i want it to have stakes. I was thinking about erotic aspects, and I found difficulty with the end goal so to speak. I had many ideas for erotic story, first I was thinking of a story of 3 different alpha protagonists of different paths fighting for the final remaining flame kind of like a holy grail type thing, battle royale of 3 harems.
I liked writing it, as I thought it would be cool to associate Logi (flame in nordic ancient language) and Loki (mischief character), I've always wanted to write Loki. He would be antihero who would stop the main villain Chad with giant harem from winning the war. I thought it'd be fun, 3 male heroes one of them your average simp emiya tier, another middle ground alpha chad and the other is pure evil chad. I thought it'd be interesting to write harem about it while also making story a bit deeper, but it wouldn't let me explore things and I hate the whole "came and conquered" shpicks erotica. However, due to piracy and growing up, a lot of light novels were killed for the bad? for the good??? in my opinion for the bad. So, the erotic business went underground, all the way to mobila gacha: now businesses of porno and simple "light erotic gacha" is doubled and halved simutaniously, because you have lots of money and yet also doujins which are not really legal from technical point. Btw, I like hazelnut, well i am bear I am ok with eating things up.
B-b-back to the point, gachas became popular offering variety of characters, but Azur Lane really pushed big bazonkas, but not exactly first game, other developers and erotic novels pushed it, especially Fate that introduced Passionlip in old psp game of Fate/Extra. It was so unbelievable how shameless they were and larped like nothing was different. But whether or not their intention for that character design were pure, I will not argue with you. Ever since then, big bood media has been showing slowly in erotic industry, and by that we got Last Origin, a gacha novel that really embraced the concept of large chest. The story however, and trust me I don't recommend anyone ever laying eyes upon it, is really boring. I was not inspiring and sad, so azur lane was my greatest pick that allowed me some freedom to write. I picked it and yes, I will!
Azur Lane quickly caught up to that, so I don't complain about big busts in their game, however that said big breasts aren't quite popular because the artist who drew this is quite famous for big breasts but in reality they're not popular that much in videogames. I cannot think of person with big breasts like these living healtily, yet alone someone who has big breats by social standards, which is in reality any visible breasts according to normie horny men.
But I am not one of them. I do WANT big boobs, they have to be big and the shape and the gravity all that are aspects of aesthetic in art that dont have anything to do with sexual gratification although clothed pushed breasts sadistically are awesome In my humble...
Anyway, as I've been watching at different gacha characters I stick with azur lane for my doujin, that said i like sennou aigis and of course flower knight girls or any other stories, as long as I can write characters in meaningful way that isn't extremely too boring. Unfortuinately, fantasy was never my apertuar and I hate Lord of the RINGS REALLY LOT. stay tuned if I ever think of it because i always dreamed of harem story where guy takes everyone but.... from plot it is... boring! sooo boring.. even if you add male rivalry... hell it makes me feel the only way to rescue plot is by making male rivarly. But that is gonna be a soap drama of low quality, not some cool fantasy story people would like to read about. Still, I have to say Final fantasy Lost stories also intrigue me, the idea of fantasy isekai that does not fucking suck is something I won't believe probably ever.
That said I kind of regret spending so many years on isekai smut that sucks fucking ASS, man...
Sometimes Submissive
Sometimes submissive has nothing to do with ropes and chains. There are no harsh commands or red marks left by hands and crops or chains. It is simply staying still as I take you in. Look at you, a woman no one would suspect contains such passion. Savoring each curve and your perfect skin. Knowing all that others cannot see, all that would amaze and scare and thrill them about you
is mine
The Culmination of Assurance
It is the after. After the surrender. The taking. The sweet ravaging with all its pain and desire. After the orgasm. and the next orgasm and the last, forced orgasm, and we are both spent, and we fall together in silken tenderness, so sure of our love we could weep, this, the after, the culmination of assurance.
I am slowly refinding some of my old poems from the pre-apocalypse, tumblr style.
Slow Burn
Tonight I will fill you slowly.
My cock will push past the resistance of your swollen flesh
tortuously patient, savoring every inch of your depths,
every inch of your heat. I will take the time to feel you,
your wet warmth a tight embrace. every nerve of my shaft
in ecstasy as you body surrenders it’s secrets.
This too is control, knowing your hunger, knowing your desire to run amok with passion, I take you on my terms, a slow burn
desperately wanting to roar its heat, a bonfire of lust.
On Your Knees
On Your Knees
On your knees, an act of worship, you take me in, your eyes meet mine, full of supplication and passion, your desire radiating like an aura.
I watch you lips as they kiss my hard passion, kiss the velvety shaft that yearns for you.
I watch you as you open your mouth, as your tongue, pink and vibrant, licks slowly, up….. down…. up…. Each touch of you like molten fire, wet, inviting, giving.
I watch your manicured nails as your hand traces slowly, teasingly down my belly, finding my balls, so swollen and tender, aching for your touch.
You smile, and your hand grasps my hardness, guiding it to your mouth, wide, generous in your love, in your submission as my hand reached down, presses you deeper, deeper around me, surrounding me, your lips full, your mouth full, flat against my belly,
I pump myself into you and you give yourself to me, your body, your mouth, no longer your own but mine,
my cock swells and you feel it.
My hands reach down and pull your breasts up, find the nipples, squeezing them, feeling you moan as your perfect lips, surround my cock, so deep in you, down, down to your throat,
then back out…. And in again, my hand now pressing lightly into your fragrant hair, my hips alive, taking your, making your mouth mine, an intimate kiss of submission, your body, your heart, your mouth, your heart, mine.
“I’m sorry, darling, I don’t mean to stare, I just… last night, gosh, I can’t get that image out of my mind.
"You, so pretty, on your knees. Him in front of you, so tall and hard…unf, just picturing that makes me so wet.
"You did so well. I know it wasn’t easy, he’s so big, it took me weeks to get used to him in my mouth and this was your first time. I suppose all that practice I put you through paid off, hmm?
"You even managed to swallow, well, most of it. I told you there’d be a lot, didnt I? Not that I didn’t enjoy helping you with that part mind you.
"Gosh, darling, I can’t tell you how proud I am. Come here, come give me a kiss.”
“Darling,” her crisp accent calls me to attention. “You can finish your chores later. Come here.” She spreads her slender legs and gestures to the floor between them.
As I dutifully walk over and as gracefully as I can, lower myself to my knees between her splayed thighs, I notice what she’s looking at so intently through the window. Her boyfriend, of course, shirtless, large muscles covered in a sheen of sweat as he labours in the garden of her estate.
“Gently,” she whispers, her voice tinged with arousal as she lifts her skirt and moves aside her lace knickers, her beautiful nether lips revealed to me, pink and glistening. “Gently,” she says again, pulling my head down to her flesh. “Just your tongue, that’s it, hmm, slow and gentle, yes, just like that, hmm, keep going like that while I enjoy the view.”
“Ta-dah!” she exclaimed presenting the large, cock shaped piece of silicone she’d been hiding behind her back. “Happy birthday, darling.”
You gawked at the sex toy unable to find the words.
It had already been an overwhelming day; Emma’s doting attention, a shopping spree, tea and scones. Then an afternoon at the spa and now back at her house for champagne and presents.
Strewn about the room were the ones you’d opened already: a make-up kit, several new lingerie sets, two of her hand me down dresses, a new chastity cage (the next smallest size), and now, last but definitely not least, the faux appendage she’d gleefully revealed.
“Th-thankyou,” you managed to stammer, not sure what else to say as she placed the hefty object in your open palms.
“Oh, you’re welcome, sweetheart, I hope it’s what you wanted. I was going to get you a generic one, you know, realistic looking but not too big, I didn’t want to overface you. But, Matthew suggested a custom one would be a much more personnel gift.”
“M-Matthew?” As always you tensed at the mention of her boyfriend’s name, a shiver running down your spine.
“Mhmm,” she took another sip of her champagne. “It’s as much from him as it is from me. There’s this place in London that makes them, all very hush hush of course. They make the cast there with this special mould and then send it off to be made. Gosh, you should’ve seen the fun we had making it. The girls at the shop and I had to come up with some rather imaginative ways to keep him hard enough without touching him. It was quite the afternoon.”
“Keep what hard?” you asked still not understanding.
“His cock, obviously.” Looking at the object in your hands it finally dawned on you. Thick and long, the large phallus was the spitting image of the one you’d seen him wield so effectively on the occasions they’d let you watch.
“It… it’s his?” You asked dumbfounded.
“Yep,” she grinned excitedly, moving to sit beside you. “This way you’ll get familiar with it. All the veins and ridges. I’ll teach you his most sensitive spots and show you exactly what he likes.”
She took the phallus from you and raised it up in front of your face.
“See this part here,” she said running one long, slender finger up the underside of the cock, to just under the bulbous head. “This part, right here, he just loves when I use my tongue on it. C’mon, open up, I’ll teach you.”
“Um, darling, you still have a little bit of my boyfriend’s… yeah, just at the corner of your mouth… that’s it, you’ve got it. He always cums such a lot, doesn’t he?”
“Listen, darling, I’m not going to lie and tell you I don’t like big cocks. I do, goodness knows I really, really do. But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate smaller ones as well. It’s just different, that’s all.
Big ones, they make a girl feel… small, feminine, submissive. There’s this pull, this… gravity to them, that just makes you feel compelled to kneel before them and… well, worship, I suppose, to seek validation through giving.
Small ones, or even average if we’re being honest, just don’t have that. They’re still nice to look at, they can even be quite pretty, properly adorned, but I don’t know of any woman, myself included, that would be willing to do half the things for them that I’d be willing to do for big ones.”
A frisky game of red light, green light :) by Yourgoodgirl
Story time!!
Ok so here’s a story of one of the first times I fucked in public. The first was when I lost my virginity at a park but that’s a different story lol.
Anyway, this time was at school. I was in high school and it was the end of my junior year. I was at the school hanging out with my gf at the time and one of my favorite teachers. The teacher gets up and says “I’m going to go make some copies I’ll be back”, I say “take your time”. The teacher and I both grew up in the hood so when I said “take your time” I was basically hanging a sock on the door. We all know what that means lol.
Right after the teacher walked out shorty was tryna swallow my kids lol. She snatched my belt off and started going ham on my shit. Looking back it now, I’m mad that I didn’t think to record it. Not to show her off or expose her like most men do, but because I actually love watching. If you would’ve seen the way she worshiped my dick you’d be mad too lol. After a while of her taking me in her mouth, she says she wants to ride me. I wasn’t about to tell her no lol. Unfortunately she had to basically strip naked to ride me. She picked a bad day to have on overalls lol.
So she gets on top and showily eases me inside her and mannnnnnn both of our eyes rolled back lol. The way I felt inside her was crazy. shit was fire. She starts to pick up speed an I couldn’t help but lift up her shirt and watch her titties bounce. At this point it’s pretty much a race to see who can hold their cum the longest. At this point I kind of feel bad though because she basically made a mess in the teacher’s chair, it was bomb though. It was so good that not only did I lose sight of where I was, I forgot to be on the look out lol. She and I both are on the verge of cumming and right before we do the damn teacher walks in.
The crazy part is the teacher didn’t even over react. I mean straight poker face! Shorty on the other hand was mortified. She grabbed her clothes and rushed to the back, got dressed and dipped out the back door. I got up and fixed myself. I was about to leave to go check on her but right before I walk out the teacher calls me to the front. The teacher looked me dead in the eyes and said “handle that shit!”. Although I was confused as hell, I smirked and walked out.
To be continued
If this post gets enough reblogs I’ll post part 2
After two years with a simple chastity cage I was encouraged to buy just to try out how it feels, I now was motivated to buy a second one as I enjoyed the experience so far. Sadly, House of Denial are on holidays at the moment, so I had to order somewhere else. This one is quite smaller than my CB2000 and made of steel. I'm really curious how it will feel to be locked up in it and can't wait for the chastity cage to finally arrive next month. I will attent a bdsm-munch with kinky people like me, so I really need it until then.
Restoring the natural order.
Getting to be by her side throughout her journey from Wife, to Hot Wife, to Cuckold, to Beta Boi, to Friend Zone would be an amazing journey.
While I am a writer "Erotica" was not a subject that I figured I would ever write, however after looking at @queanv's feed I figured that Erotica may be one of my writings that she would actually read. 😈 I figured this would be a short story but it ended up quite a bit longer and is almost done.
I opened the door quietly as I always do when I get home from work, it's well past BabyGirls bedtime and she is usually fast asleep. As my hand reaches for the light switch my feral senses are already triggered because something in the dark room doesn't "feel" right. My intuition is confirmed when the light switch flips and instead of the normal artificial daylight I am accustomed to, the room is filled with a dull red glow.
The minimalist living room that normally has ample space for couples yoga, or the occasional threesome is not so empty tonight. Instead the dining room table had been moved into the center of the room. Amish craftsmanship is great but it has never really been my "style", one of the few concessions I have happily made in my amazing relationship with the woman who I can now see is meticulously strapped to the table.
This is quite a pleasant, unexpected surprise and my birthday is still a week away! The red backlighting washed over her soft white curves, making her skin seem to glow like some angel succubus hybrid. Fortunately my usually ever-present "Dad Brain" was locked up by his hedonist flat mate so I could continue taking in the amazing scene in front of me without enduring any full moon jokes.
As my eyes fully adjusted to the light, (My brain was slower to catch up, more on that later.) I saw her delicate ankles were bound with a spreader bar between them. This had been in the shopping cart for a while but I had not ordered it... another nice surprise. Her thick calves were slightly flexed, anticipation keeping the powerful muscles taught but not tight; she is definitely relaxed. The black ropes holding her knees together with a small cushion between them probably contributed to the tension in her muscles as well. There were matching black cushions under her knees and elbows, I wondered how long she had been trussed up like this. She appeared to have been prepared for a long night, with a few comforts...
I slowly moved to my right, enthralled with the scene in front of me; I still had my backpack on, a book in one hand and my keys dangling from a carabiner around my thumb. The lighting made the gem nestled above her already dripping pussy appear black, I knew it was green; she had sent me a pic a few hours before the text from the caption read like subtitles across her ass "It's been in for 3 hours Daddy!" Somehow my two word response of "Good Girl 👄👄" seemed woefully inadequate.
As I continued my leisurely stroll around the table taking in every inch of the curves I thought I knew by heart now in a very different position, I did take a moment to appreciate that while the Amish may be prudish they do build sturdy furniture. Yet another reminder that there is usually a very good reason behind my Thicc Girls choices. The two solid oak legs provided not only a sturdy platform, but convenient tie off points for the Shibari artist responsible for this.
Remember I said my brain was slower to catch up, blinded by my favorite distraction. The realization that she couldn't have tied herself up this ornately, and that she didn't know when I was getting home, plus she had responded to texts recently enough that she would have been tied up all came crashing into my mind at once. The default worry and fear quickly subsided as the puzzle pieces started falling together, I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from our bedroom.
"Welcome home sir." -- This feminine tone had both a harsh yet smooth sound to it, like velour; rub it one way and it's like a cloud, the other way a million tiny bristles enough to almost make you pull away before deciding you're just stroking in the wrong direction. (Feel free to insert your own "Dad Joke" here should you be so inclined.) I don't recall how I reacted honestly; the shock of having a "stranger" in our house, yet obviously seeing a "scene" set out in front of me for my pleasure had my brain doing backflips.
"You look a little...uncomfortable" -- That confusing tone again, I still hadn't been able to peel my eyes away from my prey tied up like a present on the table to see who was addressing me. As "Sir" even, and I hadn't even met her or even looked in her direction at this point. The ball gag in BabyGirls mouth confirmed that I was not being introduced to a new personality.
I tore my gaze away from the table and directed it toward the unfamiliar sultry voice. There she was standing in the doorway to our bedroom, wearing a tight black lace corset that was struggling to keep her breasts under control. A leather flog hung from a strap on her right wrist and she appeared to be the most comfortable person in the room at the moment. She casually looked me up and down, noting and obviously enjoying my state of surprise and slight shock. I glanced back over at BabyGirls ass and realized the red light wasn't all that was making it glow, the pink marks across her buttocks matched this Vixens flog perfectly. I could feel my cock pushing up against the zipper of my SilverTabs as these realizations all took hold.
"We have been waiting for you."
"Why don't you set your things down and relax so we can proceed?"
The tone of her voice was authoritative, but not loud; the undertones screamed switch. The question she posed had a slight commanding tone to it. Her slight nervousness showing a bit, as she addressed a primal alpha in his own lair; yet somehow still confident that I would comply...at least for now.
My brain caught up to the point to notice I had dropped my keys, but I was still standing there looking back and forth at the Goddesses before me. I quickly set my bag down and placed my book on top of it, taking advantage of a moment of clarity to grab the keys off the floor and put them atop the book. My mind quickly went back to this mysterious woman ordering me around, I took my jacket off while I stared at her looking her up and down. I am sure I had a derpy school boy grin on my face that was probably not doing me any favors, however bad it was in my mind didn't seem to affect her at all.
"Why don't you have a seat?" -- Another command as a question.
My big leather recliner had been moved just into BabyGirls line of sight. There was already a glass of Bourbon sitting on the cabinet next to it with a joint resting in my ashtray. These ladies were prepared! I can take a hint so I sat down in the recliner and took a long slow drink of the pleasantly diluted liquor. As I savored the heat filling my chest I saw my wife's beautiful eyes filled with anticipation. I was still lost in them when I noticed the mysterious Vixen had started unbuckling my belt, I lifted my hips slightly as she quickly undid the button and pulled the denim down below my knees. She started rubbing my fully erect cock through my underwear as she knelt down in front of me. "mmmmmm girthy." she softly moaned.
"Are you gonna light that, or just look at me all night?"
I obediently picked up the joint and lit it with the clipper that was conveniently placed by my whiskey glass. I closed my eyes and took a long drag, I felt the Vixen's hand slide up my chest and then take the joint out of my lips. I held the sticky smoke in for a few seconds and then exhaled up at the ceiling. She looked up at me smiling around the joint in her black painted lips, she took a few more hits and passed the joint back to me. I lifted it to my lips as she grabbed the top of my underwear and pulled them down under my balls. Causing my dick to stand straight up in front of her face. I took another long drag while I assumed she was admiring me, perhaps she was; however she was definitely waiting for me to take a hit before she slid her lips down my shaft.
The excitement of not just someone new, but the whole scenario playing out in front of me sent every milliliter of blood my body could spare rushing to my groin. I could feel the "girth" she mentioned earlier expanding in her throat as the tip of her tongue caressed my balls. By the time she came up for a breath the joint was almost half gone. She furiously stroked my cock while sucking the tip of it, ensuring BabyGirl had a good view from her restraints. She continued pleasuring me and putting on a show for my favorite submissive while I enjoyed my drink and puffed on the devils lettuce a bit longer.
All the excitement and the amazing blowjob had me ready to pop! Just as I was thinking that we hadn't even discussed if I was allowed to cum in her throat she buried my cock in her throat again! This time she grabbed my free hand and put it on the back of her head, pushing on my hand to make my cock go deeper into her throat. The precum and the pulsing in my cock must have warned her, I felt her nails dig into my balls as she slid her throat off my shaft before I could fill it up.
"Now Sir! Do not be ruining your birthday present. You can cum in my throat during your prostate massage, but you will have to wait a few days."
Patience is not one of my strong points, especially when it comes to sex. Getting told to wait while this vixen has my balls in her talons had me infuriated for a few seconds, the red in my vision slowly faded as she released some pressure on my balls before caressing them. She turned around without another word and bent over in front of me kissing BabyGirls forehead a few times while she removed the ball gag from her mouth. She started passionately kissing her and bent over in front of me. Her pussy was completely bare, and she had a plug in her ass that read "NO ENTRY" in a cartoonish font. I do love irony but I didn't let that distract me for long. I finished the joint while enjoying the show, two beautiful women kissing in front of me. I didn't dare touch my cock and I was glad for the distraction I didn't want to cum yet... I still felt I deserved revenge on this woman for stopping me earlier!
As the last bit of whiskey crossed my lips I heard the still mysterious voice attached to that beautiful ass in front of me again.
"Such a good girl, now keep being a good girl and eat my pussy. You know the deal, you don't cum before I do."
I decided I should refill my glass, this show was too good to interrupt; plus more alcohol will thin out my blood and increase the volume right...plus a slight case of "Whiskey Dick" would actually be a blessing at the moment. My home bar was just across the room, I took my time choosing what to enjoy next once I realized there was quite a show going on in the vintage Jameson mirror above it...
Opening Weekend At The Ski Resort
It was late fall of 2019, just a few weeks before opening weekend at the ski resort. The resort was open for staff and clients to meet with instructors for setting up lessons, taking tours, and just to get to know the resort in general. None of the activities were open and we didn’t even have a layer of snow on the ground yet.
I was promoted to Manager of the ski lessons at the end of last year and with that I was able to assign instructors to clients based off of skill sets and scheduling availabilities. At 32 I was the youngest manager at the resort, so I had a lot to learn from other seasoned managers and they were happy to help me.
It was a Saturday and it was just two others and me working the ski lodge desk. Jim, one of the other instructors, had just left to take a family on a tour and I was behind the desk with Rob, the other instructor working. Rob was helping this couple that had clearly never skied before. I was just about to step in to help him when a lady walked into the ski lodge.
As she walked in I looked over at her and we locked eyes as she headed across the lodge to the counter. She was wearing these light blue tight leggings with a fitted jacket that stopped just short of the waist line of the leggings, letting just a pop of skin show when she moved just right.
Looking at her as she walked, I could tell she was athletic and confident in herself. Her hips moved so fluidly back and forth, just ever so slightly opposite of her shoulders. It was almost as if she was gliding across the floor over to me. Not to mention how her breasts had just the right amount of bounce to them. As she made her way to me it was hard to stop staring at her body, but I was able to pull myself out of the hypnotic state that it put me in.
As she stopped and placed her hand on the counter, I caught the light from the window shining softly on her face. She had eyes as blue as the summer sky, ones that anyone could find themselves lost in. I couldn’t just stare and not compliment her on them.
“Ma’am, I have to say… your eyes are astonishing to look at. I can’t recall ever seeing a woman with eyes like yours!”
She smiled and said, “Thank you Sir. I get told that a lot. I really do think they’re one of my better features, if I must say so myself.”
With how her body moved across the floor heading over to me I was thinking her whole body was her best feature, but I asked her what I could help her with.
With another smile and a tilt of her head she said she was interested in setting up some skiing lessons for herself, that she had never skied before and will need to get anything that’s needed and how it’s something she’s always wanted to be able to do. This is when I told her about the ski simulator we have in the back of the lodge and that the first four hours come free when you prepay for 4 in-person lessons. A big smile came cross her face as she said, “Would you also be teaching me all of the lessons… um… what’s your name anyway?”
I realized I hadn’t told her my name. I was so mystified watching her walk in, and then those eyes, I had completely forgotten to introduce myself. “I’m AJ, and yes. I will be your ski instructor.”
I took this opportunity to add her to my list of clients and explained I would teach her everything I know. She smiled and said, “Yes, please, as my husband couldn’t teach me a thing!”
Hearing this made me want her body so badly and to teach her quite literally everything I know. See, I’ve been moonlighting as what’s known as a Bull in a special kind of lifestyle for a few years now, and she is putting off all of the little tells of a Hotwife. So I rolled the dice and asked her if she would like to schedule and pay for the lessons now as I have free time to take her in the back and show her a thing or two. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her card, saying, with the widest grin, that her husband won’t mind at all.
After I got everything scheduled and rang her up I told her to follow me to the back. I told Rob I was going to be on the simulator with my new and favorite client, Mrs. Davisson. She laughed and said, “N,o call me Mariah.” Rob replied with, “I’m about to take this family on a tour. Would you like me to lock up the lodge while no one is going to be in here and y’all are at the simulator in the back?” I told him that sounds like a good idea to keep things safe in the lodge.
As Rob took the family out the door, I heard him lock it. In a joking but sensual tone I said, “Well, Mariah, are you ready for your first simulator experience that I’m sure will teach you more than your husband ever has?”
Looking at her face when I said this I could see this made her excited as her eyes dilated and her cheeks flushed a light rosy red as she blushed.
“Please, Mariah, just follow me through these doors and down this hallway to the simulator room.”
As we got to the door I paused and gave her a second to come around me so I could open the door for her to go through.
As she walked through the door I could not help but look down at her ass being shaped so amazingly in those leggings. She either was wearing a thong or no panties at all as there was no panty lines that I could see, and oh, how I enjoyed looking! She stopped sooner than I expected and I bumped into her as I was following her in to reach for the lights.
“Oh my!” she said with a giggle, and I quickly apologized for bumping into her like that. She said it was fine and nice to feel a touch like that again. “Oh, she is giving off those signs again!” I said to myself in my head.
I got the lights turned on and asked Mariah if she would mind sitting down on the bench while I got the program started and some ski boots for her to try on.
The bench was sitting off to the side of the simulator, out of view of where I was starting things up. I told her to go ahead and take off her shoes and jacket as I’ll be right over with some boots.
I came around the simulator and there Mariah sat on the bench. Her jacket was off and laying on the bench behind her, ever so perfectly rolled up. She was at the end of the bench straddling it while taking off her shoe. I couldn’t believe my eyes- the view I had looking down her tank top was breathtaking. She moved her head to the side while lifting her hair over her face. As I slowly walked up to her I knelt down to help her with removing her shoes. I slid her right one off and reached over to the left shoe. That’s when I saw it. Staring me right in the face and shimmering like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, as I that’s what I had found…
It was a gold anklet chain and within the chain written in cursive was the word I was dreaming about: Hotwife. I had to stop to make sure this was real and I wasn’t dreaming. I gently moved my hand off her shoe to touch it. Playing it off and to make sure this was real I said, “This is a lovely anklet, Mariah, and I love what it says.”
Without a second going by she said, “I was hoping you would find that. Do you know what that means?”
Little did Mariah know not only did I know what it meant, I know what is now going to take place. I lifted my head and looked Mariah in the eye telling her, in a slow, dominant voice I said, “Yes. I know what it means, and I know when I tell you that I’m a Bull that you also know what that means. Don’t you, Mariah?”
Mariah bit her lower lip while looking at me and nodded her head yes.
As she did this I told her, “Mariah, we both know what you need and what it is that I’m going to give you right here on this bench. There’s no need to worry about anything as you are in good hands with me.” Mariah changed up how she had her lip in her mouth and so softly spoke, “Yes, Sir.”
It was then that I slowly ran my fingers from her anklet up her leg, stopping and placing my hand her her knee. With my thumb on her knee and my fingers wrapping around to the back of her leg, I ever so gently squeezed to grip her leg to push it outward and making room for me to move my body closer to hers.
As I was moving closer I kept my right hand on her knee and my left hand positioned on her arm. Her skin was smooth and soft like no others I have felt. I let my fingers walk their way up her arm slowly, making sure that each finger landed and touched her skin in the most intense sexual manner. As my fingers made it to her shoulder I flattened out my hand, sliding it behind her neck and underneath her hair.
It was here that I moved my eyes off of her intoxicating body to look into hers. As we locked eyes, my hand delicately gripped the upper part of her neck, holding her there as I moved in to kiss her. As our lips connected, and with my hand on her knee and the other on her neck, I felt her body surrender to me. We kissed for a minute or two before I pulled my lips away. Mariah’s lips followed after mine as I stopped kissing her. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted more, she needed more! Mariah’s eyes had this sexual lust and desire in them, her breathing was short and sharp, her cheeks were turning crimson.
My hand left her knee, moving up her leg to the small of her back. As my hand moved upwards I made sure it was underneath her tank top. Feeling the heat coming off of her body just intensified my need to feel her naked body pressing against mine. With my hand on her back, I slowly pulled her body to the edge of the bench. As she moved closer to me I leaned in to steal another kiss from her sweet, soft lips.
With her mind balancing on the edge of her fantasy and the realization of what was taking place, I asked her, “Mariah, you need to ask me. Ask me to be your Bull that your mind so desperately desires and that your body has a lustful yearning for.”
Mariah, without a second thought, comes back with, “Please, Sir. Please take me as yours, and be my Bull.”
Hearing those words from Mariah sent my body and soul into a state of intense craving for her. Knowing she was married and had a husband somewhere out there that knows she is open to do as she want. My cock was pressing so hard against my jeans it felt like it was wanting to tear right through them as Mariah then moved her hand down and felt me.
Her eyes got big as she took a deep breath and smiled. I said, “You like that don’t you, Mariah?”With an enthusiastic tone she said, “Yes! Yes, I like it and I need to feel it in me.”
I told her, “You have asked for it, you have felt it in my jeans. Now I think it’s time you take it out to see what a proper cock looks and feels like in your hand.” It didn’t take her but a second and she had my raging hard cock out and her hands all over it. Her eyes astounded at how thick and long my cock is. With a smile and a playful tone I asked, “Mariah, that’s a 9” long and a 7.5” girth of a cock. I don’t think you’ve ever had one like this judging by your reaction just now.”
Mariah, while not taking her eyes off my cock said, “No, Sir. You have the biggest cock I’ve even seen. I don’t know if I can even take you as you’re that thick.” I told her not to worry about that. We will go slow and she will be nice and wet as I’m sure she already is. “And speaking of you being wet, Mariah, let’s get these leggings off to see just that!”
Mariah went to remove her leggings and I stopped her, telling her, “No, it would be my pleasure to remove these for you darling.” Her hands let loose of them as mine took ahold of her leggings to pull them off of her. To my surprise I got my answer to my earlier question of her panties- she wasn’t wearing any at all. With all that I now know, her not wearing panties just made sense. If I had to guess her panties were either in the car or her husband was wearing them over his chastity cage. The curiosity got the best of my attention and I asked her, “So no panties, Mariah? Why is that? Does someone else have them?”
Mariah looked me in my eye and said, “Yes, my husband is wearing them. He always wears my panties these days. It’s what best for him.”
I look down and can see her pussy in all its glory looking so smooth and soft. It had to have been just waxed within the last few days. It was here that I knew I had to know just how good she tasted. I told her to stand up and move over to the side of the bench as it was very wide, almost as wide as a bed. When she moved over and sat down, she moved her legs up onto it and turned away from me, showing me her lavish ass. The way her ass was shaped was unbelievable. There was this line that formed from her cheeks to her thighs that just had me wanting to run my tongue up it to make her wet with licks and kisses before I would softly grab her ass cheeks and spread them apart just enough to get my head in there to take a deep breath and smell both her pussy and ass at the same time. I did just that and before I knew it Mariah’s hand was on the back of my head holding my face in her ass, moaning and begging me not to stop.
After her grip on my head was released, I moved my hand over her body, flipping her onto her back. As she was lying there on her back I told her, “I want you to touch yourself. I want to see you playing with your wet pussy. You are going to take my long, thick cock and place it outside your pussy lips.” Her hands moved down her body simultaneously on either side till she reached her pussy. She took two fingers from each hand to open her pussy for my cock.
I laid the head of my long, thick cock just inside her pussy.
I told her that I was going to slowly push my cock into her married pussy, that I was going to stretch her out and go deeper than her husband ever could within her. I said all of this while slowly pushing into her, inch by inch, till I was bottomed out within her. I pulled back and pushed back in again and again. It wasn’t long until Mariah was cumming all over my cock.
See, my cock being both long and thick but also curving upwards with the head being very profound just had a way of hitting that right spot for almost any woman. I started to speed up and to slam my cock into her with each thrust. It was this last thrust that she let out this sound of passion and squirted all over me.
Seeing this sent me over the edge and I pushed as deep into her as I could and I let go, cumming in her as deep and as much as I could. Just then her phone in her jacket started to ring. Mariah reached for it to answer it. It was a special ringtone and she said it was her husband.
Mariah answered her phone with video and told her husband that she was enjoying her new Bull at the ski resort. Her husband asked if this new Bull was taking good care of her. That’s when Mariah flipped the phone around, showing her husband her well stretched and cum leaking pussy. All I could hear was him saying, “Wow, I wish I was there to lick you clean sweetheart.”
Hearing this I knew he and they were the real deal.
I chimed in and said, “Well, Mr. Davisson, you are always welcome to come with Mariah for her lessons. I can make room for you, too. I can tell by your enthusiasm that you deeply wish you were here with this amazing woman.”
“Oh, how I wish I was, but this is her time and she needs to enjoy it how she wants,” is what he came back with. He then asked, “If y’all don’t mind, I would love to see the cock that Mariah just experienced.” Mariah turned the phone downward to show her husband my cock. I wasn’t fully hard anymore but not soft either.
All Mariah and I heard was, “Holy shit, man! That’s a gorgeous cock! I know she loved taking that!”
I told him, “Thank you and she really did love it. I would like to give it to her before and after each of her ski lessons. I know you will agree that she deserves that. Right, Sir?”
With a joyful tone in his voice he replied with, “Oh, Mariah most definitely deserves to enjoy a cock like that!” Hearing that put a smile on my face and I told him that I fully agree with him and that Mariah is getting sent home filled up and stretched out.
That’s when Mariah spoke up and chimed in, “Well, gentleman, with that all said and agreed to… why don’t I get dressed to bring this very well used and filled pussy home to my hubby?”
As I watched Mariah getting dress it was so hard to peel my eyes off of her gorgeous body. Mesmerized by her body’s curves, from her feet upwards to her hip and flowing over into her midsection just to come back outwards from her breast. She had the perfect hourglass figure.
When she and I were finally dressed I walked her back out to the lobby of the lodge, wrote up her training schedule, and sent her home to her husband.
A Night To Remember
This wasn’t our normal Thursday night out as my wife, Anna, had an old college friend, Scott, that had come to town. It turned out that Scott had landed a role within her company, just within another division of it. He was here at her office for training. Scott had reached out to Anna to see if we wanted to meet for dinner and some drinks after he got settled into his hotel room.
Anna had always spoken highly of Scott and had told some really funny stories from their time in college. So naturally when I heard Scott was going to be here, I agreed to dinner and drinks. I told Anna that we should pick Scott up from his hotel and take him to our favorite restaurant. Anna loved this idea so she ran it by Scott. Scott thought that was a great idea as well and couldn’t wait.
The evening came and Anna met me at the house so she could freshen up as I changed out of my suit. Anna has always been a lady that would catch the eye of every man in the room. When she stepped out of the room and I saw her, I felt my jaw drop and my heart stop for a minute. Anna had pulled her hair up halfway and flipped it around itself in the back. Her make up, as always, was spot on, but it was her dress that was the star of the night with how it showcased her body. It was a tight, sleeveless black dress that came to just above her knees. It was low cut in the front, showing off her natural breasts. She had a silver necklace that hung just between them, the light catching and shining off of the silver drew your attention to it and her cleavage. Anna knew this and loved the attention from all the guys for this. As she walked by me I turned to see the back of the dress. The back dipped down to the small of her back so it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra with this dress. It was showing off that sexy little lower back tattoo she got in college. The dress hugged her hips so smoothly that there was also no way Anna had panties on underneath this dress.
I said I would drive as we went to get into the truck. I opened the door for Anna to climb up into the passenger seat. She placed her right foot on the running board and stepped up into the truck. It was at this moment the bottom of her dress rolled up and I was able to confirm that Anna did not have panties on. Seeing this made my mouth water and my heart race. She saw my face change, knowing how this excites me. All Anna said was, “Mark, you can have some of her later tonight, but right now we are running late to pick up Scott from the hotel.” I quickly shut the door, got in the driver’s seat of the truck and we headed off to the hotel to pick up Scott.
When we pulled up to the hotel Scott was waiting outside for us. I pulled up underneath the awning for us to get out and say hello. Anna opened the truck door and shifted her body to face out the door. As she did, she moved her right leg over and I saw her dress roll up again. It was then that Scott walked up to the door to give her a hug. As Scott was hugging Anna with his left arm he reached over to shake my hand with his right hand. After that Scott leaned back against the truck door to chat for a minute. I could see that Scott’s eyes kept looking down towards Anna’s crotch. I knew he could see her freshly waxed pussy. After a few minutes of talking, Anna told Scott to get in. Scott went to get into the truck when he said, “Oh! Wait just a minute for me.” He ran back into the hotel to emerge a couple of minutes later.
I took the alone time with Anna to ask her, “Anna, did you just show off your pussy to Scott?” Anna laughed at this and said, “Don’t worry, Mark! Scott’s seen it before as we casually fucked in college. Besides, Scott’s gay now so you don’t have anything to worry about.” I look at her again and asked her again, “Did you, Anna?” Anna looked me in the eyes and, with a smirk, said, “Mark… yes I did. Your wife just showed herself to another man right in front of you. How do you feel about that, Mark?”
Before I could answer Anna, she placed her hand on my crotch and felt how hard I was. That’s when Anna exclaimed, “Oh! Look at this! You’re hard, hunny! You love this Hotwife life!” Just as she finished her last word Scott opened the door and jumped in the truck.
Scott said, “Forgot my phone! So guys… what did I miss?!”
Anna gave a little laugh and said, “Nothing but Mark getting an erection from me showing you my married pussy!”
Scott quickly came back with, “Aww that’s sweet Mark, but don’t worry about me, man. I’m more likely to take you to bed than to take Anna to bed again.”
I looked at both of them, kind of in shock, but was able to ask if we all were ready to go eat. They both said yes with a laugh, so off we went.
We parked at the restaurant and I came around to help Anna out of the truck as Scott was getting out and shutting his door. It was that moment when Anna opened her legs and said, “Hey boys… take a look!”
I smiled and said playfully, “Anna, stop that! Someone other than us will see.” Scott said, “Don’t worry, Mark. Anna was like this all the time in college. She’s just enjoying being a sexy lady.”
We all went in and our table was ready. Anna had requested a table off in the back out of the flow of people. Once seated we ordered some food and got some drinks coming. After a few drinks we all loosened up and were chatting away like old friends do. Anna being Anna took the conversation dirty and asked Scott what he thought of her man she landed. Scott didn’t skip a beat, chiming in and telling Anna that if given the opportunity he would take me away from her. He further said that Anna landed a sexy man!
I was blushing as I’ve never had another man speak of me this way. That’s when Anna moved her hand over to my lap and could feel that the talk of a man finding me sexy made me aroused.
Anna took her hand, pressed down firmly on my cock, and with a devilish grin told Scott, “Your kind words have made Mark’s cock come to life!”
Thankfully that’s when another round of drinks showed up to the table. All I was thinking was, “I was saved by the drinks!” As I picked up my drink I saw right behind them was the food. Perfect timing.
We all ate then finished our third round of drinks. We talked for a little longer as we ordered a fourth round of drinks. The check showed up and, before I could reach for it, Scott handed the waitress his credit card to pay. I told him I would get it and he insisted, so I obliged and let him pay.
As we were leaving Scott was telling us about how he was upgraded at the hotel to the presidential suite that also comes with a free open mini bar and that we should come up for a nightcap and see just how big this suite was. Scott went on about the room to the point even I was wanting to see it. As we got back to the hotel we decided to grab that nightcap, so we parked and went up to the room.
Scott opened the door to the room. This was not any ordinary hotel room. There was an office desk area, a dining table, a bar area, a kitchen and a half bath. This was all just in the main area. As we walked through the sliding doors into the master bedroom there was a large chaise lounge in the corner with an oversized California king bed.
Anna took to the bed and said, “Well, boys… who’s making this queen a drink?” We both laughed and I told her I would. As I was making her a drink, I heard Anna tell Scott that she wasn’t wearing any panties because Mark took a liking to wearing them and has on some forest green Victoria’s Secret thongs right now.
I felt my heart start to pound harder and I heard Scott say, “That’s my favorite color!” Then, after a pause, Scott said, “Anna, I would love to see him in those!” That’s when Anna asked for me to come back into the room with her drink. As I walked in Anna told me that Scott would love to see me in the panties she bought for me. She then proceeded to tell Scott how I’m very Bi curious.
Scott, in a soft but oh so seductive voice, said that he’s very willing to take that curiosity and make it a reality for me.
Anna came back with that she would love to see this and that I would love to know how a real cock feels like. “You just love my strapon dildo so let Scott give this to you and I,” she then pleaded.
Before I could say anything Scott moved behind me as I was standing there about to hand Anna her drink. Scott placed his hands on my hips and said, “Anna has told me all about the kinky things you enjoy. You don’t have to worry about a thing Mark. I’ve got you and you’re in good hands with me.”
Anna came forward off of the bed to take her drink and gave me a kiss on the lips, telling me, “This was all planned out for your enjoyment and to experience this with a nice and trusting person we know. So relax and let this happen naturally.”
All I could do was nod my head yes to her. Anna then told Scott to go ahead as I had been wanting this.
That’s when Scott’s hands pulled me close to him. I could feel the heat off of his body next to mine. His hands were strongly gripping my hips as his lips lightly kissed my neck. Scott whispered to me, “Mark, you’re going to love this. Just let me lead you down this path of a spectacular, total body experience that will truly be one of a kind for you.” As this was said his left hand moved under the front of my shirt and up to my chest, pulling my upper body closer to his.
I was able to gather the words as I locked eyes with Anna and told Scott, “Yes, please take me as you want.” The largest, most joyous smile came across my loving wife’s face when those words slipped past my lips for all to hear as the passion started to increase.
Anna kept her eyes locked with mine as she moved over and slowly started to unbutton my pants. While Scott’s lips danced around my neck his hands running over my chest slowly and steadily, I felt my pants loosen and fall as then Scott’s hand pulled my shirt up and over my head.
Scott took me, turn me around, told me to step out of my shoes and pants for him. The manner of how he spoke those words to me, the firmness in his voice, with his body postured in a commanding way and his eyes locked with mine, I couldn’t overcome the compulsion to do as I was told.
As I stepped out of them Scott’s hand pushed me ever so slightly to guide me to take a step backwards towards the bed. I could feel the bed sheets ever so lightly touching my legs. Scott held one hand on my side and his other was sliding up my chest as he stared into my eyes. As his hand made its way up and around to the back of my head I could see a look of passion and lust for me coming over his face. Scott leaned in for a kiss, as our eyes closed, our lips locked and his hand so softly gripped my neck. It was just as if I was kissing Anna, but it wasn’t all at the same time. His lips softly pressing on mine as his hand moved my head to the other side and our lips opened just enough for them to slip into each other. As they did the kissing became stronger and Scott’s tongue pushed passed my lips into my mouth. I could not resist any longer. I fell into the moment with carnal lust for Scott and started to kiss him back. Just as I did I felt his other hand press against my cock. I was already so hard and I could feel his joy in discovering this from him smiling while we kept kissing.
Scott pulled his lips off of mine and told me to undress him but not to stop kissing him. I continued pushing my lips to his and started to undo his pants. Once undone I pushed them and his boxers to the floor all with one motion.
I pulled my head back from his lips to see his cock- there is was, not hard but hanging there in all its glory. It had to be 7” long and he was thick. All I could think was how big Scott must be once he’s hard. He saw me looking at it and moved in to kiss my neck and then my ear. That’s when Scott said, “Go on, Mark. Please just drop to your knees and put me in your mouth. We both want this so don’t fight it and go with what feels right to you. Be a good boy for me, drop to your knees, and use your mouth to make me as hard for you as you are for me.”
It was then that I knew this was all happening and there was no stopping it. I truly wanted this and Scott knew it. I moved my hand to his hips while I sat on the bed. His massive cock was there right in my face. I could feel my mouth start to water as my imagination was running wild with how fun this is going to be. I opened my mouth, turned my head so slightly, and took his cock in. As my lips closed around his cock I heard Scott start making a very playful and pleasurable sound of enjoyment.
I felt his cock start to slowly rise to the occasion. It kept growing and growing in my mouth and soon it was fully hard. I pulled my head back to see it. There he was, so hard from having my lips wrapped around his cock with my mind thinking, “Yes. Yes, my lips did that to this gorgeous man standing in front of me.”
As I was looking at Scott’s enormous cock I found my eyes starting to wander upwards to his washboard abs and to his perfectly chiseled chest. He moved his head down to look at me. As our eyes met and locked in on each other, his hands softly landed on each side of my face. He leaned down, kissed my lips a few times, then told me to slide back on the bed.
I went to kiss him again but he placed a finger over my lips and looked me in the eyes and just said, “Back.” His commanding voice had my insides shaking as I knew he meant it. I moved up onto the bed and felt Anna sitting there. Anna placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back and laying me down. Anna moved over so my head was laying in her lap with her hand caressing my hair.
I looked down the bed to see what Scott was doing. He was turned and reaching for a bottle on the dresser. He turned back and stepped to the bed while he was applying the bottle’s contents to his huge cock. I hurriedly removed my panties. As I did, Scott grinned and said, “I may like what’s underneath them more than the panties themselves!”
Scott leaned down, took his hand to move my legs apart and upwards as he crawled up the bed to between my legs. His hand that had applied lube to his cock was now firmly placed between my cheeks. I heard Anna speak up and say, “Scott, make sure you lube up Mark’s Boi pussy well as he’s going to need it to take you all the way.” I could see a smile coming on Scott’s face and I said, “Yes, please, Sir. Lots of lube for me!”
Scott replied, “Umm, Sir? I like the way that sounds! You keep calling me Sir as I take what’s now mine and that’s your boi pussy,” As he finished his sentence he pushed two fingers into me. They went in with such ease that Scott said, “Wow! So let’s add a third finger!” and he did.
After a few gentle movements of his fingers penetrating me, Scott leaned over, kissed my neck, and told me that he’s going to slowly press his massive cock into me and I’m going to fall in love with his cock just like Anna did so many years ago. In that moment I could not think as I could just feel him ever so gently pressing his way into me.
I went to move away, but I couldn’t as Anna’s hands were laid on my body and my head on her lap. I could hear Anna softly reassuring me, “Sshhh….. it will be ok…just relax and let this happen. You’re going to love how it feels once it’s in you.” Just like that I felt the head of Scott’s cock push past and into me. He hesitated as if to wait for my permission to go deeper within me. I looked into his eyes and so smoothly and slowly nodded my head yes.
As I nodded my head I could see this look of raw sexual passion come over Scott. He moved a hand to my shoulder to pull me to him as he pushed deep into me. As he went all the way in I let out a gasp and a, “Mmmm yes,” ever so quietly, but Scott heard me and told me to say it again and louder, so I did.
Scott pulled back and slowly pushed back in me over and over again, each time going just a little faster and harder. It was then I realized that our bodies were moving in a manner that was of two lost lovers reuniting with a desperate hunger for one another. I could feel the heat of his body radiating into mine, fueling my longing desire for Scott to keep going. Looking at his body and the emotions on his face I became infatuated with him and screamed, “Scott, please, please… Harder, Scott… oh yes!” My legs moved up, wrapping around his muscular body, and my arms under his and to his back, pulling him down to me.
I heard the word “wow” slip out of Anna’s mouth. Hearing her say that and it being in such an incredible and emotional, supportive way, energized me to my soul to make this an unforgettable experience for all.
With my legs and arms wrapped around him, I started to roll my hips opposite of his movements of in and out, dramatically increasing the speed of which Scott’s cock was able to fuck me.
I could feel his breathing getting harder and his body starting to tense up. It was then I heard him let out a little deep grunt and out of nowhere the words came out of my mouth. “Oh, Scott! Yes, lover, please! Deeper! I want you, all of you in me.” His body pushed deep into me with such thrusting power I felt my body push across the bed. I felt his massive cock get ever so much thicker as his thrusting was at its fastest and hardest ever! It was here that I felt my own body have this intense wave of new feelings come over it; a sensation that was so new but familiar at the same time.
Scott grunted and slammed deep into me, then let out this long breath while saying, “Fuck!” Scott had just cum deep inside me. I looked down at my own cock just to see the largest amount of cum I have ever released just laying there on my stomach.
Scott looked at me, then looked down to see what I was looking at. As he saw the large amount of cum on my stomach, he looked back at me and said, “That’s such a good boi, cumming from getting fucked just like his wife did years ago.”
During all of this time Anna had gotten so aroused that she told me to touch her pussy. I moved my head off of her lap and my fingers caressed up her leg until they found their way to her pussy. I could see that she was extremely aroused and the way the light glimmered off of her proved she was profoundly wet. It was like looking into the night sky as the stars sparkled and the overwhelming sense of beauty fills your heart. It was a struggle not to touch, but I couldn’t resist. Even will all my might it happened. I moved my fingers to her lips, feeling how wet she was from what she just seen and it had my heart racing with joy.
Anna said, “See, hunny?! I knew you would love that! Just look at how much you came all over yourself!” I smiled at her, told her she was right and I did love it. I could feel that Scott was still in me and was slowly starting to soften. He was just staying there deep within me as he started to kiss my neck then my lips. Scott stopped for a minute and whispered, “You were amazing. If I didn’t know better I wouldn’t have guessed it was your first time.” Anna heard him and replied, “That’s because he loves, just LOVES, when I take him with my strapon… but I’ve never made him cum how you just did, Scott.”
Scott smiled while pulling out of me and shot back, “That’s because nothing can beat the real thing, but when he want it how he did, it’s easy to lose yourself in the moment.”
Scott got up and went to the bathroom to clean up as Anna told me to roll over and put my mouth to work. As always I did not question her and did what she said. I took such satisfaction in knowing she was in this state because of what she just watched happen between her husband and old best friend. With my tongue pressing on her clit and my lips kissing hers, it took no time at all for Anna to climax into my mouth.
Little did I know that Scott was watching from the bathroom door as I heard him say, “Holy shit, Mark! I never made Anna have an orgasm like that.” Anna told Scott, “Nope, you never did, but Mark has this special skill that can send me over the top every single time.” With that the hotel clock clicked over to 10pm and Anna said, “It’s getting late, boys. Maybe we save some of this excitement for tomorrow evening as well. We do have all week for the three of us to enjoy each other’s bodies.”
The Start Of This Lifestyle
It was early in the evening on a cool Spring Thursday night when my wife and I were sitting on the porch enjoying the evening sounds talking about how our day went.
While she was going on about her day, I got lost in her eyes and the the beauty of her body, sitting there across from me. I knew she was talking, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying as my mind was racing with thoughts of what we had talked for the coming weekend.
See, just a week ago I worked up the courage to ask her about being a Hotwife. I wasn’t sure how she would react to this and I was extremely nervous. To my surprise she said she was interested in this and would enjoy talking with me about it when we went to bed that night. Later as we got into bed she looked at me and asked if I still wanted to talk about what I asked earlier. I told her I would if she doesn’t mind. We must have talked till one or two in the morning, talking about it while looking things up on the internet. She came to understand some of the terms within this lifestyle and their meanings. At one point she rolled over to me and whispered in my ear, “So hubby… you want me to make you my cuckold and have you watching me take another man’s cock in my married pussy?”
I froze, as I was not expecting this from her and at the same time I was. She has always had a way with her words to make me blush and lose my ability to speak. Her and her words alone hold a power over me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and maybe that’s one of the reasons I love her so much. After a few seconds had passed she again said, “Well, hubby? Are you wanting to be a cuckold”? Again I was having a hard time getting any words out. That’s when I felt her hand starting to lightly touch my leg and slowly moving up. I knew where her hand was going and I knew I couldn’t stop her. I just laid there and as her hand slowly reached my cock she felt that I was harder than I had ever been. She lightly stroked it while moving her body closer to me. She used her other hand to turn her body and lift herself up so she could see into my eyes. That’s when she said, “See? You don’t need to say anything as your body is speaking for you. You do want me to sleep with another man. You want to see me riding his long, thick cock. You want to see it going in and out of your wife’s pussy.” At this point I was able to get a couple of words out, but not a full sentence. “Yes, please!” is all I could say to her in that moment.
She kept stroking me for a minute. She then told me to take her panties off. I moved my hand over her hips and pushed a finger into each side of her panties by her hips and ever so slowly pushed them down and off of her.
All she had on was a loose fitting silk nightgown top. I could see her nipples were aroused as that shirt didn’t leave anything to the imagination. It’s likely that she was wearing that to bed tonight for that reason alone. She slowly moved up the bed a little and told me to feel her. I moved my hand over to her leg and then up to her pussy. Her pussy was wet and swollen. Two of my fingers slid right into her throbbing pussy like they were meant to be there.
As they went into her she tilted her head back and took a gasp of air while saying, “You feel how ready I am for a cock that’s longer and thicker than yours?” I told her, “Yes, I can tell.”
That’s when she moved on top of me. She sat on my groin, but not letting my raging cock inside of her. She leaned down and kissed me, but not like she had in years. It was the slow, light, teasing kisses with a little licking of my lips. I could feel the heat coming off of her face when she was giving me those kisses and I loved it.
She laid on my chest and put her mouth to my ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want and you can have me.” My mouth watered and my whole body was getting hot. As I swallowed she said, again in a slow, soft sexy tone, “Tell me what you want your wife to do.” It was at this point I knew I couldn’t hold back what was coming. I couldn’t think and it was hard to even breathe as I said, “I want you to be my Hotwife!” She kissed my ear and said, “Yes, tell me more.” I said, “I want to be your cuckold”. She moved her head over to look into my eyes and she said, “Yes, now tell me again while looking into my eyes. Tell me everything you want.” She leaned in and kissed me, then pulled back locking eyes with me. I told her, “I want my beautiful wife to sleep with another man that has a longer and thicker cock than mine. I want you to make me your cuckold and to clean you up afterwards.” That’s when she moved her hips down and I slid into her. Her pussy was soaking wet and felt so hot to my hard cock.
She asked me if I could feel how ready she is for this. I said, “It’s been a very long time since you were this wet when I was first sliding into you.” As she started to ride me, moving her hips back and forth, grinding on me the way she knows that I love, she looked at me and said, “Just think… all that wetness could be another man’s cum that is in my married pussy. How does that make you feel?”
I didn’t have to say anything as her words made me explode within her. Her body lifted up from my thrusting into her while I was cumming. She gasped and said, “Yes! Fill me up! Fill your Hotwife’s pussy with cum.” Then she looked back down at me and moved in for a long kiss. As she finished kissing me she whispered in my ear and said, “Ok, my cuckold, it’s time for you to do your job. You wanted to clean me up.” Again her words made me lose mine. I just looked at her as she said, “This is going to happen so you need to get used to it. I’m going to ride your face now”. All I was able to do was nod my head yes to her. She got a big smile on her face and gave me a very light love slap on the cheek and said, “Good boy”.
She lifted off of me while taking her hand and placing it under her pussy as she moved up to my face. She was smiling so big and looked so happy that it made me want to do this for her even more than I wanted to. As she moved her hand away and was lowering herself onto my face she said, “I didn’t want to lose any of my lover’s cum”. I smiled back at her and said, “No, I’m sure you don’t”. That’s when she sat on my face and placed her one hand on the top of my head and the other on the headboard. She was really working her hips and making sure she got off another time. While in the middle of this she slowed her body movements down and looked down at me, locking eyes, she said, “Wow! I’ve wanted to feed you your cum for years now. Only if I would have known this years ago.” I just kept licking and kissing her.
That’s when I heard her say, “Hey, are you even listening to me?” I had to apologize as she clearly knew I wasn’t. She asked what was so important that I could not listen to her. I told her, “I got lost in your looks and the thought of how badly I want this.” She got a big smile on her face and said, “Well I forgive you then.” She then asked if I was still wanting to do it. I told her yes.
During the week since telling her my fantasy she had made a profile on a dating app and found a very well mannered gentleman. His photos of his body were very nice, so nice it made me want to start working out and trying to look like him. His cock looked like it was placed on him by a miracle with as long and thick as it was. He had to have been freshly waxed as there was not a trace of hair anywhere. He was all of 9” long and had to be 6” or 7” around. He was cut and the head of his penis was picture perfect. He had large thick veins that wrapped around his cock that every woman would love. When she was showing me his photos, I don’t know what came over me, but the words just fell out of my mouth, “Wow, even I would suck that nice of a cock”. She turned and looked at me with a big smile on her face and gave me a kiss. “That’s funny that you say that”, she said. I asked her, “Why is that?” She said, “He’s bi and enjoys when the husband sucks on his cock to get him hard for the wife. I told him you’ve never done that before, but I think I could convince you to.”
I asked her why would she even think that and she said, “Well getting the wife’s Bull hard is just part of this and you said you wanted to be my cuckold. Why would I not think that you would? Besides, look at what you just said. So you are going to get him hard for me, aren’t you?” I told her I would try it, but if I didn’t like it then it’s not happening again. She smiled and let out a big laugh, saying, “Oh that’s not how this lifestyle works. See, I make the rules and you follow them.”
We hadn’t spoken about it again until that Thursday on the porch.
It was at this point while talking about the upcoming weekend that I came to realize that my fantasy might have been hers as well. Taking a deep breath I asked her, “So what all have you been looking at and thinking for all of this?” She said, “Do you really want to know?” Thinking to myself and now asking myself that same question in my head, I got nervous about what she might say, but I pulled it together and answered her with, “Yes. I would like to know.”
You could tell this was the answer she was wanting as she smiled and positioned herself in the swing so she was facing me dead on.
She started off by saying, “You need to take what I’m about to tell you easy and with an open mind while remembering what I’m doing for you. Just a week ago I had you licking your cum from my pussy while I faced fucked you. Then you heard that you will be sucking his cock for me. What you might not know is that while he likes having the husband sucking his cock to get it hard before he fucks the wife is that he doesn’t like to cum in the wife. He wants to pull out and cum in the husband’s mouth. This is what I want from you. I want a guy cumming in your mouth, and just talking about it right now makes my pussy throb. Reach over here and feel her. I want you to know what you do for me.”
So of course I reach over to my wife and feel her pussy like she tells me to. She was so wet that even her panties already had a nice size wet spot. As I felt her and slipped two fingers in her she said, “Yes, feel how hot and horny thinking of you on your knees sucking my Bull’s cock made your wife. Him pulling out of my married pussy and filling your mouth full of his cum. Oh look at you! Your shorts are giving away that your dick is hard. Did you just get hard with me talking about you letting a guy cum in your mouth? You did and I think there’s more to this that you’re not telling me.”
The way she spoke and asked me these things took any words that I thought I could say away from me. I was speechless yet again by her. I could tell she knew this and was enjoying it as she said, “It’s ok, hubby. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a guy to cum in your mouth for your Hotwife. This is all just part of this lifestyle that you are wanting, so let’s embrace it and explore all of it.”
At this point I was starting to feel like I was able to get a word or two out to try to answer her questions. With a nervous tone and a shaky voice I told her, “Yes, I would like to try that.”
With hearing this, her body posture perked up and she smiled. She looked me in the eyes and her smile went away as she said, “Now tell me what you want. I want… no, need to hear the words come out of your own mouth. You need to say them out loud for us both the hear.” While she was saying this she moved her hand over to my very hard penis and was lightly rubbing it.
With her doing this it made it hard for me to speak as it was taking everything I had not to fall into a trance with the pleasure and attention she was giving to my penis.
After about a minute of this she moved her hand into my shorts and started to rub my balls as well, then she slowly wrapped her hand around them, in a very firm but non painful way and pulled them away from my body. She then squeezed them just a little harder and in the most seductive voice said, “I asked you a question and told you what I needed from you.” I turned my head to face her and softly answered her, “Yes, I want this lifestyle and everything that come with it.” To hearing this she replied, while rolling my balls in her fingers, “Good, and now tell me everything that comes with it. Say it so I can hear it.” I told her, “I want to be your cuckold. I want to suck your Bull’s cock for you. I want to have his cum in my mouth. This is what I want.”
I nodded my head yes and she came back with, “No, sir. You speak when asked a question.” I told her, “Yes, I understand.” She responded, “Good boy. Do you want to cum?” I told her yes I wanted to cum, to please let me cum. All she said was, “Oh I’ll let you cum, but first you have to tell me why I should let you?”
At this point I wanted to cum so badly. I just looked her in the eyes and placed my hand on her shoulder. I said, “Because I want to be sucking your Bull’s cock for you so you don’t have to. I want him to stretch your tight married pussy out for me. I want to have him pull out of you and to have his cock cum in my mouth. That’s what I want to do for you. Will you let me cum now?” She kissed me so passionately and told me, “Yes. Yes, you can cum for your Hotwife. Cum all over my hand so I can feed it to you.”
It was at that moment I started to cum so hard and so much, it was all over my boxers and her hand.
She looked at me and said, “That’s a good boy. You make me so happy, but just one last thing. You made a mess all over my hand and you know what your role is as my cuckold, right?”
I was still on the high of cumming so much for her that all I could get out was, “Yes Mistress.”That’s when she pulled her hand out and placed it over my mouth and said, “There you go. Be a good boy now and don’t miss any of the cum and you will keep calling me Mistress from now on. I love those words coming out of your mouth. Just as much as I love putting cum in it.”
As I was licking her hand she was moving it around, helping me and making sure I didn’t miss any of it. As I was getting done, she said again that I was her good boy and I replied with, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”
She smiled and said, “Aww, you are so welcome, my soon to be cuckold. If I would have known this before now we would have been doing this all the time.”
After all of that was over with we just sat there for a minute not saying anything but just enjoying each other’s company. She broke the silence and asked me if I would consider wearing a chastity cage for her. She said she has seen lots of husbands that wear them for their hotwives and thought I would love wearing one. I told her I’m not to sure, but I would be willing to give it a try for her. She smiled and thanked me for being willing to at least try for her. I replied, saying, “Why would I say no?” She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Because you know better than to tell your Mistress no.” The look on her face was one that placed fear in me but with love at the same time.
I got my thoughts together and all I could get out was, “Yes, Mistress.” She kissed me as I finished speaking then moved over to my ear and said, “Let’s go inside as your chastity cage was delivered today.”
That part of the story will have to wait for another day.
Photographic Evidence
I admit it. I was snooping. Karen was out of town on a business trip, and I found the private web site owned and operated by the Riverside Photography Club. Karen didn’t have the password listed among all her other passwords, so I had to make a few educated guesses based on patterns of use that I gleaned from her list. Luckily, the Riverside Photography Club’s IT security implementation doesn’t limit the number of password attempts before locking you out. I was really sweating it when I made my third try, because if it locked her account, that would have alerted Karen that I was snooping. It didn’t lock me out and I made three more attempts before I got in.
Since the site is not meant for public eyes, it has a simple layout with selections for view by photographer, view by model, view by theme, and view by date. I selected View by Photographer. The screen changed to a selectable list of all the photographers in the club. I know all six names of the actively participating members, three male and three female. There were three past members that I did not know, one female and two males.
Karen’s photography skills had blossomed over the past 15 years, so she had joined this local photography club about six months ago. They meet every Wednesday evening at 7:00 for two to three hours. They also have an agreement that each member must also act as a model and that no models would be used outside of the club. I never understood the rationale behind that rule…until now.
I clicked on Karen’s name and a page with three more selections appeared: View by Date, View by Model, View by Theme. Hm. I wondered what the various themes were. I made that selection. The next page has numerous selections. Some were mundane, like Portraiture, Fashion, and Sports. The ones that really caught my eye, though, were Implied Nude, Full Nude, Erotic Scenes, Semen, Sexual Intercourse.
I started with Full Nude and was taken to a page with selections for each of the other members. Okay. I always wondered what Page Bronson looked like nude. She always seemed a bit snooty if you asked me. Her husband is a lawyer. So I selected her. A page with dozens of thumbnails popped up. I selected a photo at random and a full-page black and white photo appeared of Page Bronson smiling at the camera while leaning her ass on the edge of a table, arms crossed under her boobs (effectively lifting them up a bit), and a boasting a full, dark bush of pubic hair.
I backed up to the previous page and noticed that all the photos were in black and white. I selected one more and saw a full shot of Page’s ass while she was on her hands and knees, looking back over her left shoulder at the camera. Her labia were open like a butterfly’s wings, and the vaginal opening was obviously moist. Wow! My dick hardened at the thought of sliding into that lovely opening.
I shook my head to bring myself out of the trance and backed up to Karen’s theme selection page. I next selected Erotic Scenes, then Rhonda’s model page. Rhonda Guest is married to my old friend Ben Guest. Karen and I went to high school with Ben. Rhonda is his second wife and the person who encouraged Karen to join the photography club. She is a beautiful woman with medium size tits, hourglass figure, and blond hair. Well, the hair on her head is blond. The hair between her legs was very dark, as evidenced by the photo I pulled up of her laying on her back, legs splayed wide open, and a large, brown rubber penis inserted halfway in her pussy. I wondered if Ben knew about this. Probably not.
My cock was rock solid as I looked at Rhonda in all her luscious glory. I can’t say that I have a “thing” for her, but I admit that I’ve wondered what it would be like to have a roll in the hay with her, so to speak. I took a peek at several more photos of Rhonda playing with the rubber dick, holding it between her tits, sucking it in her mouth, and inserting it in her pussy. Good stuff. Made me wonder what kinds of photos I’d find of Karen.
I backed out of Karen’s “photographer” page, went to her “model” page, and selected View by Theme. I was so tempted to dive right into the Sexual Intercourse theme but decided to work up from tame to shame. I bypassed Implied Nude, however, and selected Full Nude.
Hundreds of thumbnails popped up on the screen, all in black and white, with file names that include the photographer’s name, date, and time. There was my wife in all her slender, athletic, small breasted glory. Her blond hair hanging in loose curls down to her shoulders and her dark pubic patch looked bushy, but not wildly so. I drooled lovingly at the way her rounded ass appeared so firm and smooth. It also becomes obvious in some of the photos that she was aroused, as her areolas were drawn up and her nipples were hard. Also, her labia were open, and her pussy was glistening with her juices. She looked amazing. Of course, this means that all her fellow club members have seen her like this. What was going through Leon’s, Mike’s, and Taylor’s minds while they took photos of my naked wife? Did they imagine themselves sticking their cocks into my wife’s juicy wet pussy? Damn, my dick got really hard.
Next, I looked at the Erotic Scenes page. My hand was shaking as I started selecting thumbnails. There’s a photo of her lower body with a man’s right hand on her stomach and his left hand on her pussy. Fuck! Another man had his hand on her pussy! My stomach hurt.
The next one showed her lower body in a dress raised up to reveal her smooth round ass in a thong, garter belt, and stockings. She’s leaning up against a man in a suit with his pants undone and a huge cock sticking straight up. Karen’s right hand is wrapped around the middle of his cock with at least three to four inches of cock on either side of her petite hand. Shit! My wife’s hand wrapped around another man’s cock! I felt nauseous.
I was drawn to look at another. Ah, there’s the familiar form of my naked wife taken from behind as she’s bending slightly at the waist in front of an oval tabletop mirror. She’s holding the sides of the mirror and looking back under her right arm as a male hand is pulling her thong underwear down from the crack of her gorgeous ass. Another man was undressing my wife! My heart was pounding in my chest!
I looked through several more. All of them were of male hands on my wife’s tits, her pussy, or her ass; or in the process of removing articles of clothing from her luscious body. In one photo, she was naked and straddling a naked man’s leg as he enveloped her back with his hands, holding her close. Her left hand was wrapped around his erect cock. Unfortunately, her wedding ring was hidden behind her leg, if she was wearing it at all. The man had to be either Mike or Taylor because he’s white. Leon is African American. Ah, I found one with her wedding ring clearly visible. Again she’s straddling either Mike or Taylor, this time dressed in a sun dress. She’s smiling and looking down toward his face, which is not visible in the photo, and her hands are holding his erect penis. My dick was so hard that it hurt. I had to let it out, so I unzipped my denim pants and pulled my erection out to relieve the pressure. Ah, much better.
I went back to the themes and selected Semen. My hand was shaking so badly that I had trouble controlling the mouse. At the top of the page was a note: “*S at the beginning of the file name indicates simulated semen. Dove body wash was used most frequently for body photos, but a heavily thinned mixture of powdered sugar and milk was used for photos involving ‘semen’ in the mouth.”
Without paying attention to the file names, I began selecting thumbnails. The first was a photo of Karen’s tits as she lay with a man straddling her hips. I couldn’t see all of her face, just the mouth and chin. She was holding the man’s cock just below the head and there was cum between her tits and pooled near her neck. I glanced at the file name. It began with *S. Whew! He didn’t really cum on her. Still, she was holding his cock.
In the next photo, Karen was on her knees on the seat of a chair cushion bending over the back of the chair. Her ass was up so that you could clearly see her puffed up pussy and cum was splattered all over her butt cheeks and ass hole. The file name had *S at the start. I continued randomly selecting photos as I scrolled down the page. Cum on her tits. Cum on her blouse. Cum on her pussy, matted in her pubic hair. All files started with *S. I was rubbing my cock, somewhat relieved that these were all simulated semen, yet somehow wishing that they weren’t. Cum on her face. Cum in her hair. Another one with cum on her chin and chest as she kneels in front of a man. The photo was taken from behind the man, whose legs were spread about shoulder width apart. HIS DICK IS IN HER MOUTH!! I glanced at the file name. It started with *S. It was not real semen, but she definitely had his real cock in her real mouth. What the fuck??!! Precum was leaking heavily down my penis. My pubes were matted and soaked. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would pass out.
I pulled up another one. Cum on her hand as it was wrapped around a cock with the tip touching her outstretched tongue. Wow! I looked at the file name. No *S. It’s real semen! On her tongue! It was also real semen that shot out of my penis with such force that it literally hit me under my chin. Fuck! That was intense! But what was I feeling? I couldn’t really identify it. Jealousy? Sure. A bit. Anger? Yes. A bit more. Desire? Oh, yeah! I wanted Karen so badly at that moment. I wanted to kiss the slutty mouth that I had seen with another man’s cock in it. I wanted to push her down onto her knees and ram my cock in and out of that mouth until I blasted a load down her cheating throat.
I got up and took a break to change out of my cum covered clothes and clean the semen off of my neck and chin. I have to admit that in my still heightened sexual state, I scooped some of the splooge from my chin with my forefinger and stuck my finger in my mouth. The consistency of the semen was somewhat strange and difficult to describe, while the taste was kind of like bleach (not that I’ve ever tasted bleach, but we all know the odor). It wasn’t totally unpleasant, but not something I would ever crave. What makes this a little more providential, is that the next photo I pulled up when I returned to the computer was a close-up shot of Karen’s partially open mouth with cum drooling out over her lower lip. I checked the file name; no *S. Just more proof of her experience in tasting semen. Shit! I’ve NEVER cum in her mouth. The only place I’ve ever ejaculated when we had sex was in her pussy. Oh sure, she’s sucked my cock many times, but never to completion (mostly because it would take hours for me to recover and be able to get hard again). Besides, why would I want to waste good semen in her mouth or on her face or body, when I can fill her pussy?
I selected one more in the Semen theme as my dick grew to a semi-hard state. Oh Fuck! I recognize a closeup back shot of Karen’s pussy and sphincter. Cum is leaking from her open pussy onto a flaccid cock. A quick glance at the file name. No *S. Now my cock is rock solid again. I’ve never been hard so quickly after ejaculating. But knowing that photo is showing real semen leaking out of her pussy onto another man’s cock and easily deducing that she had that cock inside her, turned me on more than anything has ever turned me on in my entire life. Were there photos of the lead up to this in the Sexual Intercourse theme? I wondered if she said those words to him that all men like to hear, “Cum in me.” As the realization really sank in, my heartbeat was fast and hard in my chest. My palms were sweaty. ANOTHER MAN EJACULATED INSIDE MY WIFE!!
My right hand was shaking as I backed out of the Semen file and selected Sexual Intercourse. There was a similar note as in Semen that a “*S” in the file name indicated simulated sex and that no actual penetration had taken place in the creation of the photograph. As I glanced through the thumbnails, I could see that *S appeared in the file names of about the first half of the files. It was absent from the rest. Shit! Shit! My conservative, strait-laced wife had been fucking around for the past few months and I never had a clue.
I randomly selected a *S file. Karen was on her back in the center of what appeared to be a queen size bed. The man on top of her had his right hand on her left shoulder, while she had her left hand on the back of his head. Both had their faces turned away from the camera, but from the back of his head and the build on his Caucasian body I’m fairly certain it was Mike. He was obviously naked, but Karen could have been wearing some sort of clothing. Her legs, arm, and shoulder were bare, but you couldn’t see her body because of the shadowing. His pelvis was over hers and her left leg was wrapped around his waist with her left heel resting just above his right ass cheek. Her left foot was extended, and her toes were curled tightly. Her right foot rested on the bed with her knee spread outward. The angle was from the lower corner of the bed and the appearance, of course, was that they were fucking, but the file name indicated that no penetration had taken place. Under normal circumstances I would have viewed it as a rather tame photo, BUT the fact that it was MY WIFE laying underneath a naked man added an eroticism to the scene that otherwise would not have been present. As I stared at the photo, I became aware of the fact that my mouth was open in awed dismay over the scene on the screen before me.
Then I noticed she had an anklet on her left ankle. It was not familiar to me. I had bought her a thin, gold anklet a year ago, when we had started fantasizing about, and role playing, hotwife scenarios. For several years we had often watched porn videos together, eventually settling on hotwife videos as the genre of choice. I admitted to her that the thought of married women having sex with other men was extremely erotic, and, yes, I even imagined her fucking other men. We had both agreed that it was a fun fantasy, but not something either of us wanted to bring to fruition. She would sometimes wear the anklet when we went to parties. It looked sexy and we wondered if anyone would comment on it. Our response would have been a naïve denial that there was any meaning behind it. No one ever said anything about it. I wondered why she was wearing a different anklet in the photo.
Again, I shook myself from my rambling thoughts. One more *S file as a lead up before the main event. The next photo I picked was similar in that a man, presumably Taylor since the man was less hairy than Mike yet still Caucasian, was on top of Karen in a pose that looked like sex in the missionary position. This one was taken with a direct view from the side, and it was obvious that my wife was also naked. Her knees were pulled up against her chest, and both her heels were resting on Taylor’s hips. Again, her toes were curled, and you could just make out the outline of her left boob pressed against her left thigh. Her face was nuzzled into his right shoulder as his right arm was stretched out over her head. As I sat, lightly stroking my cock, I noticed two important parts of the composition that increased the eroticism of the photo immeasurably. One, she was again wearing an anklet on her left ankle, but this time it looked like the one I had bought for her. Two, her wedding and engagement rings were clearly visible on her left hand, which was placed on Taylor’s right thigh. If I hadn’t already blown my load a mere 10 minutes before, I probably would have shot a jet of semen that reached the ceiling.
The general composition of the photo was evidently of a married woman fucking a man that may, or may not, have been her husband. I only knew it was a married woman fucking another man because it was MY WIFE, and the man was NOT ME!! The feeling of jealousy in my heart was intense, but the feeling of sexual excitement in my groin was more intense than the time I stumbled upon a photo posted on-line by a married woman that showed her sitting on a man’s lap with his cock firmly entrenched in her tight pussy. The tag line she wrote simply read, “Not my husband.” I remembered masturbating to completion while I gazed intently at THAT photo. I suddenly realized I was doing nearly the same thing, but I stopped myself and let go of my engorged cock before ejaculating…barely.
My focus waivered and the photo blurred in my vision as I contemplated my feelings. How could she do this without my having the slightest suspicion? I was working too hard, that much was certain. Sex had become routine with us, and porn seemed to be the only mechanism that would lead to intimacy between us. I was obviously not paying enough attention to her. On the other hand, we had fantasized about her with other men and talked about being open with our desires. She had always claimed that I was enough for her, and she didn’t want anyone else. My emotions were all over the place. Still, I hadn’t even ventured into the realm of what was certainly “the surreal.”
I randomly picked a photo without a *S. Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes as I gazed on a photo of my wife on her back with her legs spread apart. The camera was a few feet from her head, looking down her body. Taylor or Mike (I couldn’t tell which) was over her, supporting the weight of his upper body on his right arm. His face was not visible, but Karen’s face, the only part of the photo complete in focus, depicted a woman experiencing sexual pleasure. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her eyes were closed. The rest of the photo was very slightly out of focus, but it was easy to see that her arms were by her sides, perhaps resting her hands on his thighs, and her legs were spread wide. His large cock was visible with the head buried in her pussy. This was a solid photographic representation of my deepest fantasy; seeing another man as he penetrated my wife. She had actually done it…but without ME!! That was the real betrayal. I was not angry that another man had fucked Karen. I was furious and heartbroken that I was not there with her! To witness our fantasy as it became reality. To observe her sexual awakening. To kiss her luscious mouth as another man entered her for the first time.
At that moment, I heard the distinct sound of something being dropped on the hardwood floor of Karen’s home office. Then I heard a shaky voice behind me. “Wh-wh-what’s going on?” I slowly turned the chair to face the door. My cock deflated. There was Karen. Her carryon had slipped from her grasp and fallen to the floor. Slowly, she shuffled into the room, pointing with her left hand at the monitor behind me, a look of horror and wonderment on her face. “Wh-what are you…? H-How did you…?” Then the full realization of the photo I was viewing sunk in. She put her hand shakily over her mouth. “Oh, gawd!” She exclaimed as she began to cry. “I’m so sorry!” She said as she slowly sank down and knelt down in front of me. “I love you, Jim! I don’t want to lose you!”
“Then why this betrayal!” I snapped back. “Why do this behind my back? We’ve talked about this. I would have supported you if you wanted to try sex with someone else. I understand that kind of desire.” I turned and pointed to the screen. “But this! This! I had to discover THIS by accident!? Tell me why!”
“It’s hard to explain,” she said though her tears.
“Is this why you joined that club? So you could fuck other men?”
“No!” She exclaimed. She went on to explain how, at first, they only took photos of nature, sporting events, and portraits. Then they branched into boudoir photos and things escalated from there. The group dynamic just moved deeper and deeper into the realm of sex until it devoured them. As I sat in her office chair with her kneeling between my legs, we talked and cried for an hour as she explained how it progressed over several months. None of the spouses were supposed to know about it. They had made a pact to keep it between the members. I pried and pried throughout our talk and learned that while Taylor was the first cock she touched, Leon was the first to put his penis in her mouth, and Mike was the first to penetrate her vagina. Each of the female club members had sex with each of the other club members, male and female. Taylor had sucked the cocks of each of the other two males, but Leon and Mike wouldn’t touch another penis. I was blown away. Karen had always insisted that the thought of sex with another woman was “gross.”
At some point, she noticed my hard penis and began lightly touching it. Using her fingers, she lazily swirled the precum around my cock head as we talked, occasionally licking the tip. Suddenly her eyes went wide as the realization sunk in and she said, “You’re hard. I thought you were mad at me.”
“I AM mad at you. You betrayed me by keeping secrets like this.”
“What about the sex?”
“I don’t care about the sex. Like I said, we talked about you having sex with other men. We watched married women fucking other men in videos. Read hotwife stories. Even roll played it! Why is that such a surprise to you?”
“I just always thought that the real thing would be different. I just didn’t think you would, or could, actually watch me have sex with another man.”
“Try me!” I exclaimed.
Karen glanced up at the screen and said, “Okay,” as she stood up. She took the mouse and backed up to the Sexual Intercourse page. “Let’s see….” She selected a thumbnail, and the screen was filled with a photo of her on her back with her legs parted. Her right hand was at her mouth as she bit down on her index finger, a look of sexual bliss on her face. Leon was leaning over her with his cock head just inside her pussy. His hands were on her knees, pushing her legs apart. Her left hand, with rings prominently displayed, was guiding Leon’s cock into her pussy. “This was the first time Leon had sex with me.” She said softly as she looked at me. New tears were flowing down her cheeks.
I looked intently at the photo. First, I zoomed in on Leon’s cock as it nestled into Karen’s pussy and those beautiful rings on her finger as her hand guided him in. Then I zoomed in on her face. That look! That beautiful, erotic look of my wife’s sexual pleasure! Again, my heart began racing and my cock was harder than it had been at any time in my memory. It was almost uncomfortably hard. Karen noticed. “My God!” she exclaimed with a look of amazement on her face. “This really IS turning you on.”
I gazed into her blue eyes, which were wide with wonder. “Do you really love me?” I asked.
She put her hands on either side of my face and stared back into my tear-filled brown eyes. “With all my heart!” She replied. “What can I do to make this all better? I’ll do anything! I’ll quit the club. I promise, I’ll never have sex with anyone else. I want you with me forever, body and soul!” She began crying again.
I looked again at the photo on the screen, zoomed in on that erotic face of sexual bliss. I looked back into her terror-stricken eyes as they stared back, waiting for a reply that would either ease her troubled mind or tear her world asunder. I stood up and her gaze followed me, never breaking contact with my eyes. I waited for a moment, glaring down at her. Then I grabbed her head and kissed her hard on her luscious mouth. I swept her up into my arms and carried her into our bedroom, literally throwing her on the bed. I ripped her blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. Her eyes were still wide with surprise and terror. I yanked her skirt and panties down off her hips and legs in a single fluid motion and threw back over my shoulder. I spread her legs and rammed my cock into her pussy. Interestingly, she was soaking wet. Her face immediately changed from a look of terror to a look of ecstasy as she yelled “Aaaahhhh!”
I fucked her. I didn’t make love to her. I fucked her. I fucked my cheating wife like a man possessed. I didn’t wait for her to orgasm. I didn’t care. I just wanted to reclaim her as brutally as I could. I slammed into her hard and fast. She grunted and cursed, “Uuunggghhh! Fuuuuck!! Ooohhhh! Shit! Fuck! Aaaahhh!”
I grunted and cursed, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!” as I pounded her pussy. My pussy! In a matter of minutes I stiffened and shouted as I unloaded into her. She wailed and screamed as she orgasmed. Completely drained of energy, I fell beside her in the bed. For several minutes we lay side-by-side, breathing heavily. Then I rolled to face her and she rolled to face me. A coy smile spread on her beautiful face; her dimples prominent. I stared intently into her eyes and the smile disappeared. “If you EVER hide something from me again,” I said emphatically, “we’re through. I expect total openness and honesty in our relationship. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” she said softly. She put her hand on my face as she continued, “I promise. I will never hide anything from you ever again.” The tears began flowing again as she added, “I love you and I’m so sorry I cheated on you. Please forgive me. CAN you forgive me?”
“I forgive you.” I replied and I kissed her deeply. “Now,” I said as I rose up from the bed and a smile spread across my face, “show me more of those photos.”
Would love it if my wife did this.
I suppose it happens in many marriages that after a couple of decades sex gets a little stale. Certainly my husband had lost a lot of his spark and once both our children were away at university I started to get a little bored. I started hanging around internet chat sites, occasionally flirting online with the safety of partial anonymity. Until I encountered a 20-year old student and the flirting turned into something more. Eventually I found myself, while my husband was at work, in my car driving the fifteen miles to his college.
We met at Costa on his college’s campus and, after coffee, hurried to his hall of residence. Once inside his hands were on my body; my full mature breasts and my ample arse. Our mouths ground at each other, our tongues entwining. I was pulling at his shirt to get at his firm young torso. Soon we were naked.
I sat on the edge of his bed, put my hands on his slim hips and drew him closer, between my legs. His cock was already hard and I opened my mouth and took it in. He quivered and moaned as I sucked on it slowly and sensually, taking pride in my ability to make this young man gasp with pleasure., cupping his balls in my hand.
I moved further up the bed and spread my legs, drawing him to me and guiding his head between my soft thighs, feeling his tongue on my pussy I wriggled to help him find my most sensitive parts and moaned as he began to tease and torment them. Though inexperienced he was a quick learner and soon his tongue found my engorged clit. The pleasure in my crotch grew and swelled until it filled my body and I came, pressing his face to my pussy with my quivering thighs.
He moved up my body and I felt the tip of his thick hard cock at my entrance . Looking up at him I whispered “Fuck me” and shuddered in delight as his shaft stretched me inside until I was gorgeously and satisfyingly full. He started to fuck me slowly and deliciously then, as the pleasure and excitement built, began to drive into me with all the energy and vigour of youth as I writhed beneath him.
Pushing him off I straddled him and, my heart pounding, impaled myself on his hard young cock and began to ride it urgently, my hips grinding on him and his hands on my tits. All thoughts of husband home and children were gone as I exulted, for the first time in perhaps more than fifteen years, in a simple, raw, uncomplicated fuck. When I came it was like a train roaring through my body and I collapsed forward onto him. I could feel his cock continuing to pound into me as my pussy clutched at it. I felt it swell inside me and heard a roar in my ear as, with deep, long thrusts he emptied himself in my mature married pussy
We lay for a while like that. Then I dressed and left tingling with sexual satisfaction.
My husband and I were out with my friend Jenn and her husband Mark celebrating sending our kids off to college. We often went out for dinner and drinks, but since this was a bit more of a celebration, Jen and I were enjoying the drinks a little more than normal.
We ate out on the patio so we could hear the band better. We danced with our husbands, swapped partners, and even danced with one another. Why... well, we were feeling no pain. Exactly how you sometimes just need to feel.
As a couple of couples, we had been talking about what we were going to do now that the kids were all out of the house and it was just us adults. Suggestions ran from changing the locks, to sleeping naked, to always being naked.
The guys informed us that we should be prepared to get laid a lot more now that we can't be interrupted. We informed them that our sex drive was higher than theirs is now, so if they don't preform, we can bring our boyfriends over now that the kids can't rat us out.
The comment got a round of laughs, but it turns out, Jen and I both needed more than what we were getting.
"Careful what you ask for," they warned us.
"We're asking. We're asking!" I told them.
Jen looked at her husband and pointed. "I'm done asking. I'm tellin'."
We all laughed.
I decided it was a good time to freshen up, and Jen decided to join me.
All the talk of sex was getting me worked up. "So you think the guys will come through tonight?"
"If they don't, I'm ripping his clothes off myself and having my way with him. It's been too long..." she said, her voice trailing off. "Of course, I've got other options," she mentioned, almost in a whisper, like she was afraid to say it out loud.
"So how should we get them to know we mean business and want them to take us here and now?"
"Well, we could jump them, but we might never be asked back here," Jen said, laughing.
"Was just thinking of taking a long time changing tonight to see if he does anything."
"No, you need to be more aggressive. Flash him your pussy. Let him know you mean business."
I blushed at the idea.
"Look, just do a little," she then lifted her skirt, showing her bald pussy. "He'll love it... or he's nuts."
"You're not..."
She smiled. "I know. You should do the same. We can flash both the guys. I bet they'll want to leave to take us home right then."
I was a little drunk and very horny, which means I wasn't necessarily in the mood for making good decisions. I was hoping she was right. I reached under my skirt and pulled off my panties, stuffing them in my purse. I washed my hands and time seemed to stand still. I didn't go around flashing myself to anyone, not even my husband. I was so excited, my hands were shaking. I just hoped I didn't chicken out.
"Come on," she said, grabbing by the hand and pulling me along with her.
We got up to our table, which was near the back, facing away from others. I guess that would make it easier.
"Hey guys, guess what?" Jenn said. "We found out we're wearing the same panties," she said, bumping me to follow her lead. We lifted our skirts, flashing our shaved pussies at the guys.
They both liked that look. And so did the couple behind them. The girl pointed it out of the guy, and I blushed. I lowered my skirt first, then Jenn.
"So, what are you guys going to do about it?"
Well, my husband had already pulled out his wallet, and Jen's husband did the same. They dropped cash on the table and led us outside.
"You're lucky this is a well lit parking lot, or I'd take you here and now," her husband said to her.
"More like unlucky for me. It's been a while since you ravished me in the backseat of a car."
"Our house is closer if you really need to save time," my husband offered. I don't know if he was joking or not, but Jenn liked the idea.
Before I knew it, we were all in our cars, headed back to our house to fuck.
I reached over to my husband and felt his manhood under his pants. I worked his zipper, and then worked my hand into his pants and fished out his cock.
I slowly started stroking it as he drove us home faster than he should have. "You're going to cause a wreck," he told me.
"Then you better work on your focus," I teased him.
We pulled into the driveway a few minutes after we left the restaurant and opened the garage door.
Jenn and Mark were right behind us and walked through the garage before we closed the door.
We went to the living room, which was right off our garage.
Mark looked over at us. "I was fingering Jenn, but I like your idea better," he said.
Apparently none of us could keep our hands to ourselves.
Mark undid his pants, and Jenn pulled them down. She sucked on his cock for a minute before pushing him to the sofa where my husband and I were already.
We were making out on the sofa; he was fingering me, while I worked on getting his pants more undone.
I hadn't really paid attention to Jenn until she pushed Mark down. He was sitting right next to me, and I could feel his skin against mine as he fell into his seat. My skirt was pulled all the way up, and my ass was exposed.
Jenn tapped me to move over so she could mount her man.
The best way was for me to climb on top of my husband and ride him. The same thing Jenn was about to do.
We both climbed on, and soon were fucking our respective husbands.
I had never had sex in front of someone and wasn't sure what to do. I glanced a side eye at Jenn and she was looking at us, smiling. So was Mark.
I looked down at my husband, and he was watching them as well. I guess we all liked what we saw.
Soon the guys, who were a bit more excited, shot their loads into us, leaving us a bit unsatisfied.
"Already," I said, mocking disappointment... but only partially mocking.
"Sorry, maybe you shouldn't have been jacking me off in the car. You got me too excited."
"Well, I'm demanding a second round," said Jenn.
"Me too," I agreed.
"However, first, more drinks," my husband said, getting up to make us all a round of Mojitos.
He started to pull his pants up when I stopped him. "Hey buddy, we've passed the point of being shy. Keep it out, and ready."
Jenn liked that idea as well, pulling the pants off her man and tossing them to the side.
I couldn't help but take a peek. Mark was fairly well endowed, it seemed, even when soft.
We wandered over to the kitchen to sip on our drinks. We were all basically naked from the waist down, except that Jenn and my skirts had fallen a bit.
The guys weren't having it, and demanded that they should fall off, just like they lost their pants.
Jenn and I looked at each other and shrugged. As we went to undo them, the guys came behind us. They were staring at the other spouse, and watched us drop our skirts. As they did, they grabbed our shirts and started to remove them from us so we were naked on the top too.
Well, Jenn was naked. She had smaller tits and, in addition to not wearing panties tonight, she had forgone a bra.
I was wearing a fairly standard bra.
"I told you I was horny, and needed to get laid," she said, laughing as she walked up to me. She undid my bra in front of everyone and pulled it off of me. "And I know you're still horny, and needing to get laid again," she said, poking my hard nipples.
The guys loved that.
"You're one to talk," I said, pointing at her own breasts. Her nipples were clearly pointing the way.
"I think the guys are really going to be watching us now," she said. "They liked watching us getting fucked while we were mostly dressed," she said, putting her hand on her hip, sticking it out a bit.
"Yeah, but I guess it's OK, since we'll be watching them, too."
"Of course, we can't watch our own spouses... unless you've got mirrors on your ceiling in your bedroom... in which case I know where we're headed next."
"No," I said, laughing at the embarrassment of them even suggesting something like that, "no mirrors on the ceiling."
"Oh, but you do have mirrors somewhere, and you've watched yourselves getting fucked. Haven't you?"
I blushed and opted to drink some more instead of answering.
Jenn gave my husband a high five. "You sly dog, you... Mark's never seen me get fucked before. He's heard about it, but never seen it."
"You tell him stories about your past? He likes that?"
"Well... um... " Now it was Jenn's turn to blush a little and have a drink.
Our drinks were empty, and my husband was quickly refilling them. I think he and Mark enjoyed our uninhibited lips.
"Maybe we should go one at a time," Mark suggested. "So we can watch one another. I mean, we've already done that, and it seems like it might help us not be quite so quick."
"No, let's go back to the last question. Earlier tonight you mentioned other options... what do you mean?" I asked, knowing I was opening a can of worms that I could never close. I'd never done it, but all the alcohol tonight was definitely effecting me.
Jenn looked at her husband. He nodded. I guess it was some sort of shared secret.
"You know how Mark has to go away from time to time... well, during those times, he allows me to get a little plaything on the side. I generally just hook up with them once or twice to hold me over till he gets back. Well, we just found out that he's leaving for three weeks again, starting on Monday."
"I always tell him about it, but he's never seen it. But he wants to. That's why we suggested going one at a time, so we could watch you."
"But you two would be watching us, not him watching you," I said. And then I realized what they really wanted. I downed my drink and gave my glass back to my husband for a refill.
"Wait, you want to swap, so he can watch you with my husband before he has to go." It wasn't a question. I knew what they wanted.
"Wait, what?" Apparently, however, my husband was a little slow on the uptake.
"Come on, you two were with other people before you got married. It's kind of like that. Sex without the connection, but it scratches the itch."
I looked away, a little embarrassed.
"Wait, you had sex with others before you were married. Didn't you?"
"No..." I said, looking at a very interesting spot on the wall.
"You mean your husband is the only guy you've slept with?"
"Yes..."
"Which means this either opens up a whole new opportunity, or I'm the worst friend ever."
My husband looked over at me, and at Jenn, then back at me, then back at Jenn.
"Let's not say the worst friend ever. Just one who didn't know," he said. He was great at trying to mend fences. "And we think it's awesome that you'd want to share something like that wit us.... right, honey?"
"Yeah..." I don't think he realized I was thinking it over in my head. I mean, I've always been curious. I was just so shy and timid when we met. I've had a lot of fantasies over the years. Some I can pretend with toys, others I can't. But now there was this opportunity...
"Shouldn't we help our friends?" I asked my husband.
He paused and looked at me.
"You really want me to have sex with Jenn?"
"And you can have sex with Mark, if you want," Jenn said. "I've never let him play, but it might be fun to watch."
"Yeah, that too..." I said, a bit shy. I swallowed hard. I was drunk, really drunk, and it was the only reason I'd do this, I'm sure.
My husband looked at Mark, then me, then Jenn. "OK, let's do this."
"I want to watch Mark first," Jenn said. "He's not had a chance to play, and with it being her second dick ever, I think she should get to play first."
"OK," I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.
I walked over to Mark. "How do we start something like this?"
He took my face in his hands and kissed me.
"Oh, I like this so far," I said.
He returned to kissing me and led me to the sofa again. He sat down and had me sit next to him. He was feeling up my tits. They were bigger than Jenn's and I'm sure he was enjoying playing with them.
He took one of my hands and led it to his lap, where I found his naked cock. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it up and down. It was larger than my husband's and felt fantastic. If I hadn't been horny already, he would have made me nice and wet for sure.
I had to let go as he bent over to suck on my nipples while he fingered my pussy. I moaned as he pushed inside of me. Only the second guy I've ever let finger me, and he was doing it while my husband watched.
I looked over and saw my husband. He was sitting on the chair. Jenn sat on his lap, but not on his cock. He wasn't shy about touching her and seemed to enjoy the show.
I moaned as Mark continued to play with my body. I was close to cumming, and I think he knew it. He laid me down and laid on top of me.
He kissed me as he pushed himself into me. His cock was definitely bigger, and it made me cum almost instantly. I arched my back, my body begging for his cock to go even deeper. I came loudly, much louder than normal... in my drunken state, I was much more open.
He paused as my orgasm finally waned. He looked down at me and kissed me again. "Want to try a different position?"
"Sure," I said enthusiastically.
I let him lay down, and I climbed on top, in a sitting position. It let me play with my clit and my tits, although I found my husband often liked to reach up and play with my tits.
Mark was no different, and soon both of my tits had his hands on them as I lowered myself onto his cock.
I rocked back and forth for several minutes. I looked over at my husband, who was actively fingering my friend. Her eyes would close periodically as she had a little mini orgasm. Then she'd go back to watching her husband and I fuck.
"Want to change again?" I asked this time.
"Yeah, I'm getting close, and I really want to fuck you nice and hard if you're up for it."
I smiled at him. "Oh, I'm up for it," I told him.
I climbed off of him, and he put me in a doggy position. He pushed into me, and then held onto my hips before he jack hammered his way in and out of my pussy.
"Oh fuck," I said almost instantly. "Oh, fuck oh fuck of fuck fuc fuckkkk meeee." He was making me orgasm again as he rammed in and out.
"Where do you want me to cum?"
"Cum inside me," I said, forgetting he wasn't my husband for a minute.
He pushed in deep and held me there, shooting his load into my pussy.
He pulled out of me, and I felt so empty. That was unbelievable, I thought to myself. I need some bigger toys, because it really does matter.
I was blushing, thinking about it, when I looked over at my husband and Jenn.
"Well, it looks like someone enjoyed herself," Jenn said. "But now it's our turn."
My husband sat on the sofa, and Jen sat facing away as she lowered herself onto his cock.
I knew I shouldn't feel jealous. It was just sex, and I had just done it with her husband, but I still couldn't help the twinge of jealousy as I watched his cock disappear up into her. She smiled at her husband, and for me. My husband was definitely smiling, enjoying a new wet pussy he'd get to fuck.
She spread her pussy lips to show the cock insider of her so well. "Is this what you've always wanted to see, dear? Another man deep inside of me."
"Oh yes," he replied.
She was rubbing her clit as my husband thrust up and down as best he could.
Mark was still semi-hard and got up and walked over to his wife. He roughly grabbed her by her hair and pulled on her head towards his cock.
He pushed it into her mouth as she opened it for him. "Is this the fantasy you wanted? For me to catch you fucking a guy, and come over and make you blow me at the same time. A threesome for you?" he asked.
She moaned, her mouth full of cock.
I started masturbating in front of them. I would have run to the bedroom to get a toy, but I didn't want to miss anything.
"Does your friend taste good on my dirty cock, dear?"
"Oh yes," she said before resuming her sucking.
I wasn't expecting that.
"Why don't you fuck her doggy style so we can really spit roast her," Mark suggested.
My husband liked the idea, and they all changed positions. He fucked Jenn from behind and spanked her ass some while her husband got his cock sucked a little more. Having just fucked me, he couldn't do much more than help fulfil a fantasy for the time being.
He pulled away and sat next to me, watching them and watching as I fingered myself.
"Cover her face in cum," Mark told my husband.
My husband liked that idea and pulled out immediately and ran around to her front, holding his cock. He jerked on it a few times and covered her face with his spunk before sitting back down, exhausted.
"You look like a fucking slut, my dear," Mark told Jenn with a big ole' smile. She just smiled back at him, licking the cum from her face.
"Oh, I think I'm ready for bed," I said. "Why don't you all spend the night? We've been hitting the drinks kind of hard."
Everyone agreed. I think they were hoping to all pile into the same bed, but I sent them to their own room, and I went to the master bedroom with my husband.
"I think you enjoyed yourself," I said to him.
"Oh, and you didn't?"
"Oh, I did," I said with a smile.
"How much will we remember tomorrow?"
"I hope everything... or nothing. My head is going to throb."
We fell asleep naked and slept in till after the sun came up. I was the last one to wake, and my head was throbbing, just as predicted.
"Care for some hair of the dog?" I was asked as someone passed me a drink. I wasn't sure who. My eyes weren't working that well yet.
"How are you all functioning so much better than me?"
"Well, you out drank us all last night," my husband informed me as he kissed me on the head.
I downed my drink, wondering what had happened. Then, I figured it out. Seeing the naked bodies helped. "Why are you all still naked?"
"Well, I wasn't sure what you were going to be up for, or how long you were going to be up for it," Jenn said, and I like to be ready for anything.
I felt I was being set up for a question.
"We really enjoyed ourselves last night, and have a small favor to ask."
"OK..." I said, hesitantly.
"Mark is leaving for a few weeks, and instead of getting a lover, I was wondering about..."
"You want to borrow my husband?"
"Actually, I want to see about using the two of you together. I wasn't sure about asking until last night. It would be fun and let me knock a few things off my wish list."
"Oh, like?"
"Fucking a woman, being in a threesome with two girls... since already I got two guys last night. You know, fairly basic stuff."
I thought about my own list. They weren't the same things, and my husband only knew some of them.
"Let me think about it," I said, knowing I was going to give in. But first I was going to knock a few of my items off my list, like getting DPed, and having a woman eat a cream pie out of my pussy.
I smiled as I looked down at my drink.
"Let me freshen up... no one do anything stupid like get dressed now..." I said as I left smiling at the thoughts I had running through my throbbing head. If it felt better soon, I was definitely going to knock a few things off my list. That's for sure.
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The beginning
When I first brought up this fantasy to my wife I think she was confused. Her concern was why would I want to share her with another man. I must admit, I kinda felt the same way. I mean I wasn’t even sure why I felt the need to see her with someone else. The thought of someone’s hands all over her body would make me feel all kinds of mixed feelings. On one hand, the naughtiness and lustfull feeling of my fantasy coming true would get me really excited, but on the other hand the taboo feeling and the way people would judge us if anyone found out would scare and make me feel wrong. All my life society has taught me that a man should marry have children and live a monogamous life, but what I felt was not that much different. I felt as if I could have all that and still have this secret sex life with the person I loved. I explained to my wife my thoughts on this fantasy, how I felt sex was just that sex. No strings attached no feeling involved and as long as we were both OK with it there was nothing wrong. We were not hurting anyone.
After the initial conversation we made the mistake of only touching the subject when we were fooling around. Up to this point it was just a fantasy nothing more than dirty talk and a bit of role playing. I think I enjoyed it more than she did, I would later come to find out this was true. Even though she played along she was still skeptical about the whole thing. A couple of months went by and I really wanted to make my fantasy come true.
At this time I was working as a security officer at a factory. The majority of my time during my shift consisted of me sitting in a booth with my supervisor who was only a few years older than me. We would just talk about all kinds of random stuff. One day… not sure how but my fantasy came up during a one of our conversations. This was the first time I had ever told anyone outside of my relationship about how I fantasized and how I felt about it. I told him how much I wanted to see my wife with another man, and how my conscience and morals made me feel like I was doing wrong. We talked about it for a while before he said to me something that launched my emotions into overdrive, he said to me “look man I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but I think your wife is beautiful” he then paused and said “I would love to be in your fantasy if you would allow me to” at that moment I felt a bit jealous and angry. This was the first time anyone had ever told me that they would love to fuck my wife, but at the same time I was really turned on by the fact that he wanted to. We both joked about it and left it alone.
A few days went by and then one night while my wife was her knees giving me a blow job I told her about my conversation with my supervisor. Her reaction was not what I expected, at first she thought I was kidding or just trying to talk dirty. I told her that I would really like to see this happen. It took me some time to get her to go along with it, but when she finally said OK I couldn’t wait.
The following day I decide to invite my supervisor to come over for a beer, he had no clue what my intentions were. The plan that night was for my wife to try and seduce him, she was nervous but since she knew that he liked her she wads ok to try. After a few beers she began to get closer to him and began to be flirtatious. As I watched this happen I could feel my cock begin to throb I was so excited. A few minutes of this went by then my wife pulled me into the kitchen and told me she couldn’t make a move, she felt nervous with me being there watching. I decided to give her some space and walked into the bedroom for a while. I stood by the door for a few minutes trying to listen to what was happening in the living room. When I finally decided to walk out the first thing I saw was my wife sitting on my supervisors lap and him sucking on her tits. At that moment I felt like could’ve exploded in my pants. My wife looked over at me with a look I could only describe as lustful, she told me to sit and watch. I sat their and watch her take off her shirt and yoga pants, he immediately pulled her panties off and began to eat her sweet pussy. As they began to fuck she asked me if this is want I wanted to see, to wich I responded yes many times. I watched them fuck until she told me to pull my cock out and started sucking it. We took turns fucking her pussy and mouth until we came. We all got dressed and called it a night I didn’t know what repercussions this night would have.
Since this experience we have had many other great sexual adventures and partners. Not all have been great but the majority have been full of naughty fun.
