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Today we say hello to a true star of the amateur hotwife world, the delicious Janet Mason. Janet is a true life ’soccer mom’ MILF, juggling family life (her husband Steve and their three children) and running two “real world” businesses with Steve, in addition to her two adult web sites, which she and Steve do mostly for fun in their spare time. She is a petite blue-eyed redhead in her late-30’s with a stunning body, 105lbs and 32DD, a pure exhibitionist and she just loves having sex with select men and women in front of her husband, cameraman and webmaster, Steve - as well as anyone else who may be watching at the time!

She really does have the perfect relationship with her husband. With Janet’s personality being on the exhibitionist side, Steve’s is just as strong from the voyeur’s perspective, and he enjoys seeing Janet with other men & women just as much as he loves being with her himself. They have been active swingers for many years, meeting very select singles and couples both on and off camera, and in decided to share their kinks with the world by creating a website.

Janet’s first website, a foot & leg fetish site called Janet’s Foot Tease, went online in April of 1998 and was an instant success with the fetish crowd. At the encouragement of some of their swinging friends, she and Steve started releasing some of their home made interracial videos which also proved to be hugely successful, so they soon created the high quality hotwife site that is so popular today, Janet Exposed. They love running their site and showing off their sex life, to Janet and Steve they are doing something they love and creating a community around it.

Janet has a definite thing for well-hung black men (Janet is one of those petite women who just LOVES big - and yes we mean BIG - cocks) as you’ll notice when you see her site, as well as cute clean-cut muscular college type younger guys. Janet also loves giving handjobs, having her feet worshiped and getting her ass rimmed She’s “selectively bi”, too, and is crazy about fit, dark-skinned women. Her sexual energy in love-making is awesome.

I’ll sign-off with a quote from Janet about her love of cum: “Many women say they love it but you can tell they really don’t. Well, I love everything about cum…the sight of it, the smell, the taste, the texture, you name it. Almost nothing turns me on more than a really huge load of cum, especially watching it spurt out of a hard cock. I also love being jacked off onto and having my face, tits and body covered in cum from head to toe. And having my pussy so full of it that it sloshes around and gushes out of me is best of all” - Wow…

Read Janet’s Exclusive Interview With Hotwife Blog Here

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Visit her site here - Janet Exposed

My wife Melanie and I had told each other when we got married that we knew that sex drive was often stronger than marriage, so we agreed that if the opportunity and desire to have sex with others came up, we would be free to act on it. We had been married a little over two years, and I was going with some work friends to Vegas to celebrate our promotions. Melanie was a little upset that she wasn’t going, but she also didn’t want to hang around a bunch of my work friends for three days. A week before I left I jokingly suggested to her that she find some hot young man to fuck her while I was gone. When Melanie dropped me off at the airport, she was wearing her usual summer outfit of tiny shorts and a tank top, no bra. Melanie was 27 at the time. She has a great little ass and tiny little tits with almost permanently hard nipples. I had already forgotten about what I had told her earlier that week, but as I found out later, she apparently hadn’t!

I arrived home from Vegas about 2 a.m., three days later. Melanie was in bed, asleep, I thought. When I finished showering the travel sweat off and I climbed into bed, Melanie sat up and turned on the light on the nightstand. She was wearing a see-through camisole and a matching thong. She said “Welcome home, sweetie!” and began kissing me passionately. “Wow” I thought, “she really missed me!” as she kissed her way down my stomach. Melanie soon peeled down my boxers and began sucking my cock. She sucked me for a good minute before mumbling, “You want to hear what a naughty girl I’ve been while you were away?” I thought she was playing a game; we had done things like this before, so I said, “Sure! What have you done?” “Well,” She said,” I was REALLY naughty. Like you told me to do.” She sucked my cock some more, and I began to remember what I had told her the week before. “Did you do it with another man?” I asked, not really believing that she did. “Mmmm-hmmm!” She mumbled on my cock. “I did what you said and found a young man to fuck.” I still didn’t believe her. So I pulled her head up and pressed for details. Here is what she told me as her hands caressed my cock.

“Two days before you left I was at the grocery store. The bag boy was really cute. 5′ 8″, blonde hair, skinny and relaxed. I made him carry my groceries out to the car. I found out he had just graduated high school, so I gave him my cell phone number and told him I would like to see him again. The morning before I took you to the airport, he called me and said he wanted to get together tomorrow. I told him to meet me in the grocery store parking lot at 2:00 p.m. I was really horny all day before I met with him and masturbated several times. I put on a pink thong, shorts and a tight white tank-top. I met him at the store and had him follow me back here. I felt so naughty walking upstairs to the bedroom with him behind me, knowing I was about to cheat on my husband for the first time in my life.”

She then looked at me and said “You’re not mad at me, are you honey?” I assured her I wasn’t, though I wasn’t yet convinced she wasn’t just making it up. “Well, we got to the bedroom and I put my arms around his neck and started kissing him. His hands went under my shirt so I helped him take it off. He began to suck my nipples, and I unbuttoned his shirt. While he took it off I undid my shorts and showed him my thong. He started to kiss my ass and fondle my wet pussy through my thong. I was so wet. I turned around and undid his shorts. After he took off all his clothes, I told him to lie on the bed. I knew he was young and would not last long the first time, so I got the AstroGlide and lubed up his cock slowly with my hand. I stroked him for about a minute and a half while I lay beside him and let him suck my nipples. He soon came hard, shooting his jizz all over my tummy and thong.” I saw a chance to find out if my wife was just telling tales. “Do you still have this cum-covered thong?” I asked. Without a word, she jumped up and opened her bottom dresser drawer. She pulled out her pink thong and showed it to me. There were some cum-like stains, and boy did it smell like a man’s cum! “Holy shit!” I said, “You’re really serious!” My wife nodded vigorously and once again began stroking my cock. Then she continued her tale.

“I took off my thong and he lay me back and started to go down on me. He wasn’t too good at it, but it felt nice having a strange tongue in my pussy! When he was hard again he moved up between my legs and pushed his cock inside me. I told him we had to use a condom, but I let him fuck me for a few seconds without one because it felt so good.” At this point my cock was about to explode, so I took off my wifes thong and got on top of her, sliding my cock slowly into her extremely wet pussy. She continued to whisper her tale in my ear as I slowly fucked her. “I made him stop and put on a rubber, then he re-entered me and fucked me really hard. His cock is a little longer than yours, but a lot skinnier. He had a big cock head that really felt good when he pushed it in. I told him to fuck me good. He began to moan as I wrapped my legs around him. It only took about another two minutes before he came. But I still wanted more.”

At this point I was pumping my wife furiously, thinking how some young guy had just been in her pussy less than two days before. “We talked for about fifteen minutes, then I told him I wanted his hard cock buried inside me again. It wasn’t long before I had another condom on him and he was again on top of me, pumping my pussy furiously! I talked dirty to him, telling him how good his cock felt and how I loved to get fucked. He moaned a lot and I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts. I wanted to be his best fuck ever. He came after about three minutes and we were both wiped out. We talked a little longer then he said he had to go. He said he had a big date with his girlfriend, and she never put out. I told him he was lucky he already got some ass today then, so he wouldn’t be so frustrated tonight! I had to masturbate three more times that evening thinking about him fucking me and how I was going to tell you.”

Sometime during this I shot my load deep inside my wife. I must have cum three times as much as usual since she had made me so horny. But afterward I wondered, could she have faked it? I quit wondering when Melanie got up and opened her drawer again. She pulled out a ziploc bag and handed it to me. In it were two cum-soaked condoms. I opened the bag and the smell of cum was quite powerful. My wife had done it. She had fucked another man while I was out of town. My dick was instantly hard again. Melanie said her pussy was a little sore from the long fucking I just gave her, so she had me lay back and began to stroke my cock while I sucked her nipples, just like he had done. I made her tell me the story two more times while she jerked me to cumming twice more before I let her go to bed.

Dvorov

Beyond You & Me is a novel based on a journal loaned to me by the “real” Cassie DiMarco. While her life has turned out very well, she remembers what it was like to be 24, female and stuck in a dead-end job, tempted by the hedonistic promises of the Sexual Revolution. I persuaded her to let me turn her journal into a novel, one that brings to life a timeless– and timely story. Timeless because we’ve all felt the tug of temptation. Timely, because the president of Harvard recently asked whether women are inferior to men in math and science.

But at its most basic, Beyond You & Me is a love story about a married woman who must balance two men in her life. It’s sexy and even explicit in parts because it was a journal that was never intended to see the light of day. My goal in putting parts of it up on the Web is to convince the agents and editors there is a market for a book this unusual. It’s not at all superficial “chick lit,” nor erotica, nor ancient social history. It’s a damned good story about a young woman whose adventures allow her to emerge on the other side of an emotional ordeal whole, confident and, most importantly, herself.

I invite those reading this to sample the prose, make comments, link up and most importantly, tell their friends. New additions are made every week or so. Check back and have fun with this remarkable woman. And while I encourage everyone to refer friends with the referral feature, please remember the materials on the site are copyrighted and may not be re-published without the author’s permission, including the photographs.

W. S. Cross

No denying it, Mariah is quite simply stunning, her 36C-26-32 body is a delight, she’s worked hard developing her body and appropriately called her web site Sex and Muscles.

Four years ago Mariah met Nick and their relationship exploded into a sexual frenzy. They started clubbing and socialising in Tampa and Mariah was becoming more and more sexually driven. It wasn’t long before they were talking about threesomes and taking pics and videos of their adventures. This led on to their website. There’s actually a video on the site which is the first video they ever shot of themselves.

She’s spent the last few years of her life training hard at the gym and enters fitness competitions, you can see from her body that’s she one strong, sexually powerful lady. I bet she could take care of some of you wimp cucks out there.

Although her swinging activities are a bit of a secret mystery as she doesn’t mention or seem to swing on camera, Mariah currently has a sexual relationship with two men, Nick and Shane and her life really is very happy and simplistic, she spends her days either at the Gym, updating her site, fucking her boyfriends, or chatting with her site fans and answering their emails.

Mariah loves tender soft kisses and being teasingly licked on her neck, the outsides of her breasts and the insides of my thighs and her sexual fantasy is: ‘My big fantasy is to line up a group of guys and have them take turns fucking me. I want them to double penetrate my pussy and fill me full of their hot cum. The ones that didn’t cum I want to line up and suck them off one by one.’ That’ll do for me.

This is one hell of a gallery with her boyfriend Nick giving Mariah a creampie only for him to eat it back out. There’s also a couple of wmv video clips of Mariah receiving a creampie. Enjoy.

View her gallery here

Visit her site here

In retrospect, it was clear when cuckolding and hot wifery entered our marriage. Teak had been with several men, including me, during her college days and enjoyed some wild times. But, when we married, she became the model faithful wife. There were times when guys hit on her, but she always shrugged them off. Then two children came along. That stifled our love life in a big way. She just wasn’t very interested any more. Oh, Teak still was intimate with me, but the enthusiasm was gone. No spark, no fire. Until she decided to go to graduate school. This was 12 years into our marriage. I was stationed on a staff in Norfolk, the kids were 7 and 8 and in school and she had time to do what she always wanted to do - pursue her PhD. As it turned out, she pursued a bit more than that.

Being back in school, she met a whole new group of friends - younger, more open, eager to explore new adventures and found it exciting. It was obvious that she really enjoyed the time spent with them and the excitement was visible. She established a routine with her new friends. Friday nights were party nights - right after classes, the party started at someone’s house or apartment. Teak always went and stayed later and later. Something else changed also - her appearance. She updated her wardrobe - current styles, shorter skirts and dresses that showed off cleavage, new panties and bras, heels, shorter shorts, tighter blouses or shirts. Where she once wore skirts that were mid knee, now they crept higher - to 2 or 3 inches above. Her panties went from plain cotton briefs to feminine bikini - often see-thru. It should have started to dawn on me then that something was causing this, but I was just too happy to think about it.

Teak also started to show an interest in sex again. Her enthusiasm picked up and she even became a little assertive. For the first time she seemed to enjoy oral sex and even directed me in how she wanted it. The next hint was a Saturday night. We were on the living room floor and I was fucking her from behind when she said that all the men considered her a staid old married mommy and she didn’t like it. She wanted them to hit on her, but they wouldn’t. She told me she thought it was because she was older than they were and she intimidated them. Then she smiled and we went on…

I finally got to go to one of the Friday night parties. It was at a bachelor apartment with a hottub. Teak didn’t use the tub that night, but I did. Very quickly, it was clear that this was a hot hottub - more touching and caressing than tubbing. Teak stayed inside, but I noticed she had a lot of men talking with her, usually two or three at a time. I saw a few nods and then head shakes “no”, but always with a smile. On our way home, I asked her about her circle of friends. She explained that they were just sharing some jokes and were just “good buddies”. Things went their way. At Teak’s insistence, we installed a hottub. Soon, the parties stopped at our house too. Things seemed okay, lots of booze, some smoke, but nothing more - until the night that Teak and her boss (she was now working in a hospital laboratory as part of her studies) left the tub within minutes of each other. When I saw them again, she was in a robe that zipped up the front and the zipper was halfway to her navel. It was obvious that she was naked underneath. Blair showed up in a terrycloth robe also, also naked underneath. His was short and when he walked his cock and balls were visible. Teak was excited, animated, flirtatious, and talkative. After everyone left, she was also very aggressive, fucking me and having serveral orgasms. Still, no connection.

Over the next few months, I noticed that she would occasionally come home without her underwear - sometimes no panties, sometimes no bra. When I asked, Teak would explain it by saying that she didn’t wear them that day, which was a big change! Finally, the light bulb started to glow. Much of her conversation was about Blair and what a great person he was and the things they talked about.

This went on for several months, when, during a session in bed, we started to talk about fantasies. I admitted that I thought a threesome was about the most erotic thing going. To my surprise, Teak agreed with me. I asked her if she meant it and she looked me in the eye and said “Absolutely”. I was surprised to say the least, but also incredibly excited by the conversation. I asked who she’d consider and, not surprisingly, she answered, “Blair, I’ve been fucking him for months, ever since the night at our hottub party and I want you to join us.”

And there you have it - just like that, she was a hotwife, I was a cuckold and we were swinging. And it hasn’t stopped…

How does one go about finding a partner who will live the hotwife lifestyle?

Finding a wife or girlfriend that is willing to become a hotwife isn’t an easy thing to achieve. Basically, you need to find a woman with a view to a long term relationship who will cheat on you and many women just won’t get it. Women may cheat, they may have an affair but they won’t stay with you. Why should they? If you’re already in a relationship or married then it’s even harder because your partner might not feel the same way as you and have no desire to start taking lovers. If you’re in the dark with regards to how they feel it’ll take a long process of introduction, suggestion and persuasion. Imagine just telling your wife that you want them to be unfaithful. It could be the end of your relationship there and then, especially as it may seem the reason you’re suggesting it is so you can fuck other women. Cuckold Husband wrote a great article for us - Prospecting for a Hotwife - it has some good ideas for fine-tuning your wife into hotwifery. If you’re steering towards your wife dating, beware. It can be a daunting task for women dating strange men and your wife needs to be able to feel comfortable adopting to this lifestyle. You will need to help every stage of the way, maybe even escort her on her first few dates. Although beware if you’re not married, a simple girlfriend might embrace the idea wholeheartedly only to start another relationship with the new man she sleeps with and leave you in the lurch.

The easiest way to find a relationship based around hotwives seems to be through doing searches on sex personal sites like Adult Friend Finder or Sex On The Side Club, you need to search for a lady that really understands what you’re looking for and wants to have the security of a partner but the sexual drive to steer them to multiple lovers. Using the term ‘open relationship’ can help spread the net wider as this is a far more familiar phrase and used term. Self confessed exhibitionists and older experienced divorcee’s are a good breeding ground for potential hotwives. Someone whose marriage has broken up over the wife’s adultery. This sometimes indicates a woman with strong sexual needs and is used to extramarital sex. You might try the Yahoo and MSN groups or get on ICQ. There are many good groups that have personal listings. Some women even advertise to find a partner to attend a swing club or party as a ‘couple’. These women might be willing to start a relationship where they can pretty much carry on the way they have been and will understand the whole lifestyle so much more.

Having a bit of cash can help, you’ll find many women are looking for a man that can offer them financial security but without the restraints of a monogamous relationship. Lots of women do marry for money, but often regret it, being trapped with a man they don’t love or quite often, don’t find sexually attractive. Being in a hotwife relationship they are free to explore their sexuality whilst be supported financially and emotionally when required. Many of these type of relationships can sometimes lead to husbands becoming true cuckolds. The wife will sleep with the husband less and less as it was the money she was really interested in the first place. She may have just a single extramarital lover who she finds much more attractive and prefers to spend her time with. You’ll be paying for her adultery too. Money for clothes, lingerie and perfume so she looks/smells good for him. Money for days/nights out, dinner, hotels, holidays, gifts for him etc. She stays with you for the money. So watch out for the woman who is in it just for the cash and that has no sense of loyalty or you’ll be a real life traditonal cuckold without any involvement sexually (watching/cleaning) at all.

Ideally you need to find the perfect balance so that when even your new hotwife regularly has sex with other men it should in no way mean she loves you any less. The wife should be searching for sex in an adulterous partner and not true love.

If you like nasty kinky sex from a wife, then look no further than hotwife Tonya, she is one horny wife who just loves getting fucked.

Tonya is 5′ 3″ tall, has blonde hair, brown eyes and wonderful 38DD’s. She’s from Philadelphia, Pa. She has been married to husband Dan for 10 years. Dan persuaded her to try hotwifing - interracial dating to be more precise. She didn’t need much persuading and she now confesses to being hooked on the exciting rush of finding and fucking black men. She especially likes to organize gangbangs and invites as many black men as she can to them to make sure she gets cock all night long. She also loves to tease and can’t get enough of picking up men and seducing them.

They created their website to show off their lifestyle. Tonya is quite an exhibitionist. Dan loves to watch and film her in action. She’s even fitted a webcam in her bedroom so you can see the lovers she brings home. Her husband Dan loves the thought of another man wanting Tonya. He does all the running of site and filming of Tonya. It’s the perfect relationship.

And it wouldn’t be a hotwife profile without a hotwife quote - take it away Tonya:

‘I am quite the slut and I love to fuck. I must confess a black man’s big huge black cock feels so damn good inside of me! I especially love the feeling when we fuck bareback with no condom and he is shooting loads of his hot potent sperm inside of me.’ Yum!

Visit her site here

Dear Diary,

Let me explain, it isn’t that I don’t love my husband. He just can’t fuck me the way I want to be fucked. George and I met the normal way. A friend of a friend, I saw him at a party, and I know it sounds cliche, but when our eyes met across the room, I knew that he was the one I was meant to marry. And after a six month courtship and an eight month engagement, we did. The whole time leading up to our marriage was fun and exciting, and George was so sweet. We “made love” once or twice a week, and it was always sensuous and leisurely, and I almost always had an orgasm. George is nice to snuggle next to and drift off to sleep. He gives great backrubs, and he hasn’t ever forgotten a birthday or our anniversary. But… well, we’ve been married six years now, and the once or twice a week has fallen off to maybe once a month. Our love-making is still sweet and he tries really hard, but I began faking my orgasms so that it would just be over sooner and I could go to sleep. I guess the problem is that before I met George, I found out that I really prefer to be totally just taken… hard… and dirty… and even rough sometimes. My husband just wouldn’t understand that after all these years, and even though I don’t want to end my marriage, I NEED to be fucked.

In the cyberworld, I discovered that there are places that women like me can go to get what we need. So, I got a webcam, and told George that it was so I can see my mother when I talk to her online, and she can see me. What I really got it for was so that I can show off for faceless men out there. God…the thought of hundreds of men jerking off while they watch my body and watch me play with myself makes me SO hot! And the cam satisfied my needs - for a while. But you know, masturbation can only assuage those needs for so long. Then I took out an ad at one of those free-for-women personal ad sites. I knew what I was looking for, so I didn’t mess around with anything nicey-nice, like a site pretending that members are looking for friends. Oh no, I went right to adultfriendfinder. I posted a picture, without my face of course, and an ad, saying what I needed. I’m 34 years old, and sort of plump, but I have a killer set of tits and I haven’t had too many problems meeting guys to take care of my needs. “MWF, mid-thirties, wants to meet men for strictly sexual times. No hearts and flowers… just fuck me like the slut I am. Your name isn’t needed, just a hard cock and agile tongue. Meet me today!” George would DIE! The concept that his sweet wife would even think such thoughts would never cross his mind. But the responses positively POURED in, and I set out on this path. I’ve met six guys since I placed that ad. Six isn’t TOO slutty, is it? Six over the past two months, that is. That’s less than one a week. Of course, I did see Joe three times that one week. And I let Carl fuck me four times the day that we met. But that cock of his never seemed to go soft - and I couldn’t let him leave wanting more, could I? I mean, I felt practically OBLIGATED to screw him until neither of us could keep going any more.

Today I’m meeting a new guy. I don’t know his name, and he doesn’t know mine. We only communicated through the website, and I haven’t even seen his face. But he told me that he wants to make me cum over and over until I beg him to let me rest, and he sent me a picture of his cock. It was 8 1/4″ long (he had a ruler next to it) and it looked thick enough to make my pussy clench just looking at the picture. We’re meeting at a Comfort Inn two exits down the interstate. He’s going to call me on my cellphone and tell me what room number he’s in, and then I am going to meet him. I can’t wait! My pussy is dripping already. More later….

Dear Diary,

Oh my God, that guy in the hotel was so freakin’ sexy! When I got there, I knocked on the door, and he opened it from behind it, so I couldn’t see him. The room was dark, with the curtains pulled closed, but there was a candle lit on the dresser for just enough light to see what we were doing. He shut the door behind me and then, before I could turn around, he pulled me back against him, and I swear to god, he was nude, and I could feel his hard cock poking me in the back. He pulled my hair to one side and then he licked up my neck to my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. But when he whispered “Are you ready to get fucked? Are you ready to feel my dick in every hole in your body? Is your pussy wet yet?”… well, when he whispered that in my ear, while grinding against me from behind, I swear I had a mini-climax right there on the spot! Diary, we screwed every way I could imagine and then a couple that I couldn’t! He stripped me from behind, and I never saw his face as he pushed me across the room to the bed. “Kneel,” he commanded me as he pushed me on the king-sized bed, and I did. “Spread your legs, little girl,” he told me, and I did. I couldn’t help myself, Diary, I was moving my ass back and forth, just waiting for him, as I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. “Are you ready, slut?” he asked me. “Are you ready to get fucked?” and he waited. The only thing connecting our bodies was his dickhead touching my hot cunthole. “God, YES,” I whimpered, and then he slammed that glorious cock deep inside me all in one thrust. I’m telling you, Diary… he was in me so deep that it actually sort of hurt when he was balls-deep inside my pussy! Anyway, he fucked me from behind, pulling my hair into sort of like reins you use to ride a horse, you know? And the climaxes were sooooo good! I know I came five or six times just that first fuck alone! Never seeing his face, just hearing him tell me what a good cunt I had, how much he liked fucking a slut like me… oh Diary, it was incredible! After he came all over my back, he cleaned me off with a warm washcloth and then told me to turn around. He wasn’t handsome, Diary. Not like my George. He was like an animal - hairy chest, pot belly, beard, mustache. But his cock was still hard, even after just cumming all over me. He told me to suck him off, and I did. I swallowed, too, Diary. Wouldn’t George just die? George would never understand that I need it like this.

Dear Diary,

I just got back from another hot date. That’s the second this week. George has been working long hours at the office, and he thinks I am out with one of my girlfriends, keeping busy. If only he knew! I feel so guilty afterwards, but these guys just make me cum and cum and cum until my legs are shaking for hours! The guy I was with this afternoon was named Jason. He thinks my name is Tracey! I decided that is going to be my “slut name”. Anyway, Jason was really young - he said he was 26, but he didn’t look any older than 21 or 22, max. And what a ripped bod! Holy Cow… when he took his shirt off in the hotel room, he was definitely showing me a six-pack. Speaking of which, his cock wasn’t any longer than George’s, but it was about as thick as a beer can! I could only get the head in my mouth when I sucked him off, and I thought my jaw was going to dislocate! We found out that when I was on my back and leaned my head off the edge of the bed and he slid his dick into my mouth that I could take more. I wanted to choke myself on that sweet-tasting cock, Diary! He came what felt like gallons, and I drank it all down. Of course, being young, he was able to get it up again almost right away. He licked my pussy for over an hour, if you can believe that! I watched the clock to see just how long it was. I came fourteen times while he ate me, Diary. That’s FOURTEEN!! I swear near the end I thought my pussy was going to spontaneously combust, I was so hot! When he slid his fingers in and rubbed my g-spot while he sucked my clit I had to put a pillow over my head so I could actually scream. And the fucking. God, I love my husband, but the fucking I got from Jason was incredible. His technique wasn’t as varied as some of the studs I’ve been hooking up with, but when it comes down to it, what I really crave is the long dicking strokes that Jason was so good at. Nothing compares with the feeling of a thick schlong spreading my tunnel wide and rubbing against my inner walls. I swear I could fuck 24 hours a day - that’s how much I love that feeling.

Dear Diary,

George and I “made love” last night. Its the first time in over two months. He landed a big account at work, and he wanted to celebrate. It was nice and gentle, with lots of soft kisses and we cuddled afterwards. And I didn’t cum once. I faked it for him, though, since I know it would disappoint him if he didn’t get to “satisfy” me. The thing about faking with George is that its so easy. I mean, a little clench or two and a loud moan, and he thinks I am in heaven. If only he knew that when I really get worked up I have to have my mouth covered or my yells would make the neighbors call the cops! I wonder what he would do if he knew what a sleaze I really am. No, I’m not going to think about that.

Dear Diary,

You aren’t going to believe what I did today! Yes, of course I met a new man. That’s not the news. The news is what we did. We met on the other side of the city. I figured it was over an hour away, so I wouldn’t see anyone I knew. I wore a flippy skirt that came to my knees, and a blouse that was sort of sheer. Just so you could see my bra through it, not too trashy… just sexy. And we met at a restaurant/bar type of place a little bit before the lunch crowd. Bob was average looking - not a fabulous body or gorgeous face, but average, like me. Anyway, we clicked right away, and after having two drinks and an appetizer, we left. Did we go to a hotel room? Oh no, Diary. Bob, as it turned out, owns a van. One of those big conversion vans. And he had parked sort of off to the side of the parking lot. Yep… you got it. We went to the van. Bob and I got in and got into the back of the van. There were a couple of small, sort of cafe-like tables, and a couch. We didn’t waste any time. Bob sat down on the couch and told me to sit down on the table in front of him, so I did. He unbuttoned my blouse and smiled when he saw my bra - I wore that white one that is so sheer you can see my nipples through it. He didn’t even kiss me, just leaned forward and started sucking my tits right through the bra! I squirmed right away, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter. (It was already damp when we met - I knew I was going to get fucked the way I like it!) Bob slid his hand up my skirt and chuckled when he found out I wasn’t wearing any panties. Bob pulled back and told me to spread my legs wide for him, so I did. Just sitting there, on a tiny table, in the back of a van, with my tits hanging out and my pussy wet and hot - naked for him. As I ran a finger up my slit, Bob suddenly dropped off the couch to his knees and buried his face in my cunt! Oh God, Diary, he was such an animal. He was making the most disgusting slurping noises as he sucked my juices and drank them down. He actually held my clit with his fingers and nibbled on it! I thought that was supposed to hurt a little bit, but it sent me right into an orgasm that I swear I will remember forever! But the most amazing moment happened a little bit later. I was on my tummy on one of the tables and Bob was fucking me from behind. I had cum three or four times and I was in heaven, when the side door to the van actually opened and another guy climbed in. I didn’t even move, Diary - isn’t that the true indication that I am really a slut deep inside? I let Bob keep screwing me as he and the other guy greeted each other. It turned out that they were buddies and that Dave and he every so often meet a woman and then they both screw her together. It only took Dave a moment after getting in the van to unzip his pants and slide his cock into my mouth. That’s right, Diary - I was taking a guy at both ends and I was LOVING it! Dave’s dick wasn’t overly long or thick, but I was able to take him ALL THE WAY down my throat while Bob kept fucking me. Yep, not only did I have my first threesome, but I also did my first deep throat! In a van! Well, over the next hour or so, we did all sorts of positions in the back of that van. My favorites were when we were all sitting on the little sofa and they were each sucking a nipple and fingering my pussy till I came a few times and the table thing. It turns out that the only thing I love more than a good hard fuck is a good hard fuck while sucking another cock! Who’d have thought it?! You know, I wonder if anyone in the parking lot saw the van rocking from our fucking and peeked in the windows. Oh my God, that makes me hot just thinking about it. George isn’t going to be home for another hour or so - I’m going to get my vibrator out and imagine what would have happened if another guy had gotten into the van with us! Mmmmmm….

Dear Diary,

I’m sorry I haven’t written in a few weeks. I’ve been busy. And not in a good way. George has cut down on his workload, and he’s been home earlier than usual lately. That means I don’t get to go out and play! George made us join a bowling league, if you can believe that. Twice a week we have to go down to the bowling alley and bowl with a bunch of other people that George knows from work. Some of them are clients of his and some are co-workers, and some are even just friends of the clients or the co-workers. And they make us wear these hideous red bowling shirts. Mine doesn’t fit right, and I have to pin it up the front or else it will burst open every time I throw a ball down the lane. I can’t even flirt the tiniest bit, because I am afraid that someone will say something to George. Between him being home so much and this bowling thing, I haven’t gotten screwed in three weeks!! You would think that being around so much, George would at least like to have sex more. But no! The last time we did it was over a month ago. I really love him, but if I don’t get laid soon, George’s little wifey is going to go into a meltdown! Grrrrr…

Dear Diary,

Just a quickie. Well, in more ways than one! It turns out this bowling thing may not be so bad after all. Mike, the manager of the bowling alley. Well, I fucked him the other night while George and everyone else was bowling away. I was bored and told George that I didn’t feel well, so I was going to go to the ladies’ room. Which I did. But on the way there, I started talking to Mike. He said that he had a couch and a tv in his office, if I wanted to lie down for a little bit. Wasn’t that nice? Anyway, I followed him back there, and when I went to lie down one of the pins on my bowling shirt popped and stuck me right in the front of my left breast. I pulled at it, and Mike asked what was wrong. I told him, and the next thing you know, my shirt is OFF and Mike has his hands all over my tits. We didn’t’ waste too much time on foreplay, (and let’s face it, I was so hot, I didn’t need any,) so within a couple of minutes Mike’s cock was hard enough to spread my hungry hole and slide up into me. It was a quick fuck - maybe five or ten minutes - but it was enough to take the edge off! I came twice before Mike rammed into me hard and spurted deep inside me. Its a good thing I’m on the pill! Anyway, we got dressed pretty quickly and I went to the ladies’ room to let Mike’s cum drip out of my cunt as much as possible. I went back out to George and told him I was still feeling poorly and I thought we should go home. George agreed that I looked flushed, so we left. Needless to say, I took a shower as soon as we got home. George made me some soup and tucked me into bed. I guess I should feel guilty, but god, I NEEDED that fuck! Do you think I have some sort of sickness?

Dear Diary,

I changed my ad at the site. I want to try something new. My new ad says, “Married white slut, 34, looking for a hot stud. Must have experience with anal cherries. Respond ASAP - I can’t wait!” That’s right Diary, I want to try anal sex. Do you think I will get many answers? I’ll let you know! George’s workload has picked up again. We still have to do the bowling thing, but I try to get away and screw Mike at least one time a week while we are there. I don’t think anyone has noticed. I especially love it when we are fucking, and Mike tells me that he is going to go get my husband to see what a whore he is married to. Sometimes Mike slaps my ass while he does me doggy-style. It turns out that makes me cum harder! There have actually been a couple of times that afterwards I am just too worn out to bowl even a frame or two cause my legs are too shaky! I’m hoping that soon George won’t want to go bowling anymore. While being with Mike has been fun, it really isn’t a good substitute for the wild fucking I was getting before. I think I just like different guys all the time. If that makes me a whore, then so be it! I’m a happy whore when I am getting laid!!

Dear Diary,

Ok, I did it!! The anal sex thing, I mean. You know my loving husband - he would never want to do something so dirty and disgusting. I guess that’s why I wanted to try it so bad. It turns out that I got TONS of answers to my ad. I picked Greg to do the deed. Greg isn’t really handsome or anything, but he seemed clean and he was willing to provide a current HIV test result card for me. But the real reason I chose him was his dick. He said it was six inches long and it looked like it was not too thick in the picture. If anything, it was sort of thin. But I figured for my first anal experience, smaller and thinner was good. We met at a hotel, of course. We met in the lobby, and he already had the room, so we went up. He had a bottle of champagne and so we had a few drinks while we necked a little bit. I was actually nervous, Diary! Me, the slut of the century! Anyway, we got naked and he had me on my hands and knees on the bed and he was licking my pussy from behind. I felt his nose bumping in my butt crack every once in a while. Then he licked higher and I felt his tongue on my ass. God, Diary, it was so slippery and wet - it made me squirm all over it felt so good! He spend a LONG time licking my ass and even using his tongue to push my rosebud open and stick it inside a little bit. Then he used his fingers, sliding one inside my backdoor. It didn’t really hurt at all. I could feel my pussy dripping my wetness, and every so often Greg would lick down and suck it up. And his moans told me he was totally into what he was doing. Finally, he pulled back and told me I was ready. He said that it was going to be such a tight fit that he hoped he wouldn’t cum right away. I told him to shut up and fuck my ass! Yes, that’s what I really said, Diary. I’m soooo nasty, aren’t I? I looked around and Greg was behind me. He took the head of his cock and stroked it up and down my slit, sort of pulling my cunt juices up to my other hole. He would hold his dick right at my rosebud and kind of swirl it around, making me crazy. I swear, Diary, I didn’t think he was EVER going to bugger me! After what seemed like an hour, Greg thrust his cock into my hungry cunt and then, while it was wet with my own lubrication, he slowly began to impale my ass! It burned a little bit at first, Diary. I heard it was supposed to, but I mean, it really hurt. I almost told him to stop, but he went really slowly, stopping every so often to let me adjust to his cock up where nothing was supposed to go. All of a sudden I felt his balls against my empty pussy. I moaned as I realized he was all the way up my ass. It was when I sort of clenched my butt that Greg groaned REALLY loud. “DON’T!” he almost yelled as he grabbed my bottom with his hands and held me still. Then he sort of calmed down, and he said that if I moved too much he was going to cum. So we waited, sort of like a pornographic statue, I guess, with his hard cock up my ass, and me trying not to wiggle or move at all. Then I felt him sort of relax and start to slide out of me. Just as I opened my mouth to say something about that, he thrust back in. It was probably only a couple of inches back and forth, but it felt like it was a foot or more of cock sliding up and down my chute. The burning sensation I felt when he started to spear my butt had pretty much gone away by this point, and I was just aware of a really empty feeling in my pussy. So I reached down and started to play with my clit while Greg slowly butt-fucked me. And I started to get into it. I can’t really describe the feeling of the whole butt-fucking experience, Diary, it just feels… different. I don’t think it is better than getting my pussy filled, but it was still mostly good. The best part was when I was playing with my clit and Greg was fucking me, and he reached under me and pulled on my nipples. I came pretty hard when that happened, and the next thing I knew, Greg was spurting into my ass. That felt really weird. Anyway, after that, Greg was pretty much done for the day. It turns out that he can only get it up once. He was an ok guy, and I’m glad I picked him for the first butt-fuck experience, but I don’t think I am going to see him again. Let’s face it… I need a guy who can fuck me for a LONG time, and I don’t think Greg is the man for the job.

Dear Diary,

Once again I have been gone for a while, eh? I’m not really sure that I will be writing very much anymore. I’ve been a very busy girl the past couple of months. I met six or seven guys since I wrote last. I had another threesome, sort of - and it was hot, hot, HOT!! There I was, at the bowling alley. George was in prime bowling mode - I swear I could have stripped naked and walked down the gutter of the lane and he wouldn’t have noticed. Anyway, he was bowling away, and I slipped off into Mike’s office. Mike was sitting on his couch, fully clothed, except for his magnificent prick sticking out of his fly. I was nude, straddling him, riding that cock and letting him suck and nibble on my tits. I was coming about every couple of minutes, as usual, and biting my lip to try not to scream, and I heard a creak. I looked around, and Oh My God… there was George! He had walked into Mike’s office and he was just standing there, watching the two of us fucking. I went instantly still and then tried to jump off of Mike’s cock, except that Mike was holding on to me so tightly that I couldn’t get up. There I was, another man’s dick up my pussy, with my husband, a man who never even screwed with the lights on, looking at me with his mouth wide open. I opened my mouth to say something. I didn’t know what, but I really love my husband, and I was horrified that he was seeing what he was seeing. But as I babbled, George walked over to me and my fucker. He reached his hand out and I flinched, expecting him to hit me. Imagine my shock, Diary, when what he did was high five Mike!! The two of them laughed as they saluted each other. Now don’t forget Diary, I’m still stark naked, sitting on Mike’s dick, and here is my hubby, happily greeting the guy who is cuckolding him. Ok, I’m not going to go into the whole thing, but it turned out that George found you. You, Diary. George found you and read you. And he wasn’t disgusted by what he read. He was actually excited. He told me later that he has jerked off to what I have written and imagined me fucking strangers. That the whole time we went on that long dry spell without sex, he was just trying to get me to go out and screw some more! So he went to talk to Mike about the whole thing, and they set up the whole thing. Instead of yelling at me Mike, what George did instead was lock the door to Mike’s office and tell Mike to keep fucking me. Then he sat down at Mike’s desk and watched. My husband, mild-mannered George, pulled out his cock and started stroking it while he watched us go at it. Mike had me turn around and straddle him backwards, my legs outside of his, so that George would have a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. After the initial shock wore off, Diary, I started cumming over and over again. When George walked over and sat down just inches in front of my cunt, eyes glued to the sight of my red pussy just swallowing Mike’s cock, I had to reach down and stroke my clit. The grand finale was when Mike came inside me, and his dick softened up and sort of fell out of me. George scooted even closer and Diary, he actually leaned his head in and started to eat my pussy. It was so fucking nasty, Diary, and so fucking hot. I came three or four times while he was eating my creampie! The whole time, Mike was talking about all the hot fucks we had, telling George everything, and then telling us about all the REALLY nasty things we could do with the three of us. When George finally stopped sucking my cunt, I looked down at him, and I saw that he had cum all over himself. He held his hand up to me, with dribbles of his jism on it, and I licked it clean.

Diary, I don’t know what else is going to happen, but as it turns out, even if my husband can’t fuck me the way I need to be fucked, he is okay with letting someone else do it. As long as he can watch. My new ad says, “Married white slut, 34, needs to get fucked hard while hubby watches. If you have a thick cock and know how to use it, we want to meet you. Names aren’t important, what you can do with your dick is. Respond ASAP…I need it NOW!”

Wish me luck, Diary!

Because it feels uncomfortable to most. It’s not what we’ve been brought up to do. An adulterer’s initial excitement and relief can be quickly replaced by guilt, shame and fear of discovery. But imagine a world where you could have a happy ‘life’ partner but were also able to taste the fruits of other trees too. It would certainly cut the divorce and separation rate, adultery is blamed for more than a quarter of all divorces.

But of course it is a pipe dream thinking that we can all suddenly start living a hotwife adulterous lifestyle. Who makes it hard? most of the people who hold us back in so many of our ways of life. The people who force their puritanical, brainwashing attitudes upon us all, towards sex, sexuality, pornography, prostitution etc. ‘We live this way, think this way, so should you!’. If you try and fight these people with views that differ you can be exposed as a deviant, freak, slut, victim or general misfit of society. Even when some people agree with your views against society they would generally never have the courage to support you for fear of a similar label - better to be quiet and go along with the rest of them…

We live in a society where we are conditioned to believe that committing yourself to one partner is the norm and the correct thing to do. Marriage is correct and adultery is wrong, simple as that. A great number of men would never be able to let their wives be unfaithful, society conditioning mixed with jealousy and a lack of self confidence steer them to the moral majority. Women, the same, most grow up with the popular indoctrinated romantic idea of a monogamous relationship with a man who will stand by their side. True love can only be shared with two people. But when humans are tied by these constraints things usually go wrong. Nearly half don’t make this ‘ideal’ relationship last because in reality life is very different.

There are not many mammals that are tied such strict relationship rules. Studies have shown over 96% of all mammals are non-monogamous. Other studies show 40% of married men and 30% of married women have extramarital sex. So why put yourself through the heartache of trying to live by rules that on the whole just don’t work? Why do we torture ourselves by trying to live in a way that our genetic makeup can’t handle. Humans can be strange sometimes. In 1000 years time historians will be laughing at our strange habits and rules of life we restrict ourselves with.

Today’s hotwife is Vampy from Maine, USA. She is 45 years old and married to husband Tim. Vampy absolutely loves sex, she is multi-orgasmic and is in the prime of her sexual maturity and she certainly is taking advantage of her sexual drive. Vampy loves dressing in sexy lingerie, wearing hosiery and sexy heels. She also loves being watched having sex and flashing in public. Last but not least Vampy adores interracial sex with black studs.

Vampy and Tim have been happily married for 11 years now. They both have ex’s that were prudes and they got tired of not being able to do what they wanted in a sexual sense. Now that they’re together Vampy dresses as slutty as she wants, and fucks and sucks whoever she wants. She’s certainly having the time of her life. They are a very open, communicative couple that like to explore the more taboo areas of sex, and having their website gives them the opportunity to do just that and share it all with you. Tim takes all the photos and movies himself.

Tim turned Vampy into a ’size queen junkie’ himself - he has a useful 7 inch dick. His cock serves Vampy’s needs to a extent but she still hunts for larger black cock at every opportunity. Tim loves to see Vampy getting fucked or sucking on a big black cock, the bigger the better. Vampys tell’s us about one time when she had fucked two black guys.

‘Hell, He loved it when I had two black cocks at once stuffing my face and cunt. When we got home he was all excited and got himself some too. I made him take a little taste of what the two black dudes left inside me before he could have his. I am hoping to turn him into a regular cuckold for my personal pleasure.’

Here’s a pic of Vampy getting fucked by her boyfriend Daemon

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