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True story submitted by Cindy from Pennsylvania.

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A few weeks ago I was working at my computer in the lower level of our home when the sliding glass door unexpectedly opened. I knew my husband Dave was outside doing something and thought for certain it was him reentering the house. It was a Monday morning and Dave had just returned from dropping off our eleven year old at the bus stop. I was sitting at the desk facing the door and was clad in my robe only. The robe was loose at the top and my breasts were almost completely exposed. As the door closed, I called out Dave’s name and looked up only to find that it wasn’t Dave …. it was the Culligan man …. or rather the Culligan boy. I blushed, he blushed, and I pulled the top of my robe closed. Too late however, I knew he just had a peek at what I’ve always considered to be one of my best assets, my ample breasts. Seems that I’d forgotten that this was the Monday we were scheduled for our monthly water treatment delivery. This was a new delivery guy and I tried not to appear too flustered as I directed him to the room in which he was to place the water treatment equipment. He was young, tall and handsome, probably in his mid twenties. As he left, he had a difficult time making eye contact with me as he said goodbye, he was still blushing. After saying goodbye to Dustin (I noticed the name tag on his uniform), and closing the door behind him, I sat back down at the computer and realized that I was excited by the unexpected surprise visit. I found my mind wandering, what if? What if I had been sitting there in the nude? What if I had been really provocatively dressed? What if I were to have seduced him? Doing my best to remove these fantasy thoughts from my head, I wondered what Dave would have thought? At 42 years of age, 5′2″, 120 pounds with 36c breasts, Dave refers to me as his MILF, and has encouraged me to “explore” my sexuality and “enjoy” myself whenever the opportunity presents itself. Well, I knew what Dave would have thought. Hell, he would’ve probably encouraged me.

I closed the project I was working on, turned the computer off and went upstairs as Dave was coming through the front door. He had been in the garage working when the Culligan truck arrived and asked me if everything went okay downstairs with the delivery. I hesitated, but then thought what the heck, and told Dave that it was a new guy and that he caught me somewhat indisposed. Dave could tell by the look on my face that I wasn’t at all upset by the fact that this young stranger had caught me off guard and had seen most of my breasts. I decided to take it a bit farther and quickly fantasized to Dave that the next time, I’d be prepared and perhaps seduce the new guy. Dave’s reaction…”Go for it”.

Weeks passed and I had dismissed thoughts of my “Culligan man encounter” when again I spotted the delivery truck enter our rural driveway. Curious as to whether it was the same guy, I proceeded to open the lower level sliding doors to allow him access to the room housing the treatment equipment. This time, fully dressed, I greeted him. It was the same young guy, Dustin. I could tell by the look on his face that he clearly remembered the last time he was here. This time I paid a little closer attention to his appearance. He was tall, lanky, maybe 6′2″, clean and well groomed with a real boyish look. On several occasions as he was changing the equipment I caught him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. As he handed me a receipt and exited the house to the driveway, I found my eyes trained on his lanky frame and again found myself fantasizing about a possible sexual encounter. With Dave gone for the day, I proceeded upstairs with a recently completed load of laundry in hand. Depositing the load of laundry on our bed for folding, I couldn’t help myself and reached for my favorite vibrator. I had to relieve the sexual tension I now felt between my legs. My imagination ran wild. I removed my slacks, slid my panties down and reclined on my back on the bed. As the vibrator Dave bought me hummed away on my clit, I imagined greeting Dustin at the doorway dressed only in thong panties, my black bodice and 4″ heels. I imagined closing the door behind him, pulling the drapes closed and telling him that the water treatment system was not the only thing that needed serviced. This was about as far as I got when my orgasm washed over me and my hips and abdomen shuddered to a very wet climax. God, how I wished Dave was there to finish the job. I needed his cock in me. Truth was I needed “a” cock in me.

Nearly four weeks passed and it was approaching delivery time again. I told Dave that I had seen Dustin again during his last delivery and that it appeared he was now our regular delivery guy. Remembering my initial comments regarding my fantasy to seduce him, Dave got that knowing little grin on his face and said “well, did you give him an opportunity to experience my MILF?” I laughed and said “No, but tomorrow is delivery time and who knows?” Sensing I was serious, he asked me what my plans were. I said I wasn’t certain, and I really wasn’t, but that if he was interested in seeing what unfolded, he should be in position at one of the lower level windows at delivery time the following morning. I should mention at this point, that this is not at all the kind of thing I usually do. I have had a number of extra-marital trysts over the last several years. All of which were with Dave’s approval and encouragement. Yes, encouragement. Me having sex with other men was and is his fantasy. At first, I was more than just a bit reluctant to fulfill that fantasy, but as time passed, the thought of having another man’s cock in me became more appealing and I found myself enjoying Dave’s fantasy of sharing me with other men. Now there have not been many, (not nearly enough according to Dave), and those lovers that I have taken were people that I came to know either professionally or were mutual friends of ours.

If I followed thru and made my “Dustin” fantasy a reality, it would be the first time I had sex with what could indeed be considered a stranger. That night in bed Dave sucked and licked my thick dark nipples, kissed me and slowly finger fucked me while I held my vibrator against my clit and fantasized aloud what I was going to do to Dustin and what I wanted him to do to me. As badly as I wanted Dave’s cock in me, I knew that if he fucked me he would cum in me and I wanted to be fresh in the morning so I insisted that I wanted to see him cum and asked him to masturbate with me and cum on my tits. I just love that. In no time I was cumming as Dave deposited his load on my quaking tits. After some recovery time he told me he was really looking forward to the “delivery” Dustin was going to make. So was I.

The following morning, no words passed between us regarding the Culligan man’s scheduled appearance. However, you could sense the sexual tension in the air as I disappeared to the bathroom and bedroom to prepare myself. Dave disappeared to the garage and I knew he was waiting there until the appropriate time. I can’t remember when I was ever this nervous and excited about the prospect of having sex with anybody. I dressed in my sexy black bodice and chose a pair of skimpy see-thru black lace panties. Adjusting the panties, I realized just how excited I was by the moisture forming in the juncture of my thighs. It was just about time. I pulled on a pair of 4″ high heels, my cum fuck me pumps, grabbed my short red silk robe and headed down the steps to the lower level of the house. As I sat staring nervously at the computer, wondering if I should really go through with this or for that matter if I could go through with this.

I heard the delivery truck in the driveway. God, what if it wasn’t Dustin? What if it was another delivery man? I glanced out one of the side windows and saw him. It was Dustin. As he disappeared from the driveway pushing his lift truck toward the walkway leading to the lower level, I tried to calm myself by taking several deep breaths. What would I do if he wasn’t interested? The potential for embarrassment was enormous. So was the excitement! As he approached the sliding glass door, I opened it and he entered pushing his lift truck. Knowing where he was going this time, he passed by me and I closed the door behind him, locking it and pulling the drapes closed. Hearing the drapes sliding shut, he paused and looked over his shoulder at me. He appeared somewhat confused as I took several steps toward him in my high heels and robe. Now about six feet away, I faced him and undid the sash on my robe. Spreading my stance ever so slightly and placing my hands on my hips, he now had a clear view of my breasts trying to escape the top of my bodice and my lace panties. Seconds passed that seemed like hours as he stood there, mouth hanging open, clearly wondering just what was going on. The moment of truth was here as I told him that we were alone and asked him if he was interested in servicing more than the just the water treatment equipment. Glancing at his crotch as his eyes wandered up and down my body, I knew by the instant bulge in the crotch of his delivery uniform that the answer was yes. As he parked his lift truck in the middle of the room, he asked if I was serious. I answered his question by walking up to him, encircling his waist with my arms and kissing him full on the lips. His response was tentative at first but within seconds his tongue entered my mouth and his hands went beneath my robe and were cupping and massaging the cheeks of my ass. As I ground myself against him, I could feel his excitement as his hardening cock pressed against my belly. God I was excited! I stepped back and allowed my robe to fall from my shoulders.

Looking at him, I turned full circle and asked him if he approved. He answered with an emphatic “yes” and stated that he didn’t have much time. With that I moved forward, lowered the top of my bodice, took both of my breasts in hand and offered them to him. He licked and sucked both of them. Moaning, I lowered my left hand to his crotch and rubbed his stiff cock through the front of his slacks. God, he was hard, and thick. He reciprocated by cupping my soaking pussy with one hand and squeezing my ass with the other as he licked my nipples. I was sure I had been this wet before, but at that moment I couldn’t remember when. I almost came as his fingers traced back and forth over my pussy. I dropped to my knees in front of him, undid his zipper, unbuckled his pants and lowered them to the floor. He quickly stepped out of them, kicked them aside and removed his shoes and socks. Again, I reached out and ran my hand over the bulge that was forming a tent in his boxer shorts. Lowering his shorts, he kicked them aside and his rigid cock was now bobbing in the air inches from my face. He was seven to eight inches long and incredibly thick. I couldn’t close my hand around it as I tugged him toward my waiting mouth. Although I tried, I couldn’t get more than two inches of him in my mouth. As I jacked the base of his cock with one hand, my free hand went to my pussy. Pulling the soaked crotch band aside, I rubbed my fingers in circles over my swollen clit and then easily inserted first one, then two fingers in my open pussy. God I was wet. My juices were running down the inside of my thighs.

Dustin moaned as I removed my mouth from the head of his rock hard cock and moved toward the couch. Standing in front of the couch, I removed my panties, turned to face the couch and while looking over my shoulder at Dustin, I placed both knees on the couch, leaned forward, spread my knees apart and invited him to take me from behind. I told him that I just had to feel him inside me as he approached from across the room with his cock in his hand. He positioned himself directly behind me and reached around to cup my swollen breasts. He lightly squeezed my nipples as I reached back and took him in my hand, guiding him to my opening. Preparing to take him, I rubbed the head of his cock up and down my wetness and positioned him against my opening. “Do it”, I said, “put it in me and fuck me”. Both hands on my ass now, he slowly pushed forward against my opening and finally the thick head of his cock was in me. We both gasped, and time stood still as I took the opportunity to adjust to his thickness. Then I felt him press forward ever so slightly and another inch or two entered me as he lovingly squeezed and separated the cheeks of my ass. Again, he remained still to allow me to adjust to his girth but it was me who continued to move. My hips twitching involuntarily as my first orgasm rippled through my convulsing abdomen. He asked me if I was ready for more and I answered by pushing my ass back on his cock taking another two or three inches. God, I felt so full inside. He asked me if I was ready for the rest of it and all I could think to say as I looked over my shoulder at him was “fuck me….fuck me”. He began slowly at first, and then faster until soon I could feel his balls slapping against my clit. I had all of him in me now. The head of his cock was pushing against my uterus and I couldn’t stop cumming. The sensation of being this full was exquisite and I was screaming over and over “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, fuck me hard, fuck me hard”. He sawed in and out of my wet pussy with an unrelentingly steady rhythm, his groin slapping noisily against my upturned ass. And then it happened, he began bucking into me even harder and moaning and I knew he was about to cum. Reaching back, I cupped and gently squeezed his balls, looking over my shoulder, conscious of my tits swinging violently from his steady pounding, I urged him on, telling him how much I wanted him to cum in me. At that moment I felt him go tense as he pressed himself deep into me, his cock swelling and jerking, splashing spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into my pussy as he groaned and struggled for breath. I came again feeling him release in me and at my urging he continued fucking me as his cock began to soften. God, I actually felt his hot cum spray the walls of my pussy. My hips continuing to twitch and my ass twisting back against him, on shaky legs now, I was still cumming, attempting to milk every last drop of cum from this incredible cock. Finally, the convulsions in my abdomen slowed and then stopped as his deflating cock slipped noisily from my cum-filled pussy. Out of breath, I quickly turned around and sat on the hand towel I had the foresight to place on the couch earlier. He was all smiles as he struggled to quickly put his pants on. I too was all smiles as I caught myself marveling at the size of his now flaccid cock as he pulled his underwear on.

Dave!… oh no… in my excitement I completely forgot that he intended on watching. Did he? What did he see? Still out of breath, the thought of Dave watching and now joining me here had me excited again. The only attempt I made to cover up was pulling one of the couch pillows over my lap as I sat there, my swollen breasts heaving, my nipples still hard, watching Dustin prepare to leave. As he walked out the door, the only words he uttered were “Thanks” and “Again next month?”. I looked at him and said “We’ll see”. With that he was gone. In another minute I heard the delivery truck exit the driveway.

Conscious of the copious amount of cum, both his and mine, now running freely from my pussy onto the towel, I attempted to retain as much of his cum as possible by pushing my butt forward on the towel, reaching down and placing a hand over my pussy and leaning back against the back of the couch. I could feel the hard nub of my clit against my palm and the heat emanating from within. Tilting my pelvis upward against my palm I realized just how much I was looking forward to having Dave’s hard cock moving in and out of the sloppy mess that was now my pussy. With a slow but steady rhythm, I was pushing my pussy upward against my hand realizing that I was actually going to give him the sloppy seconds we so frequently fantasized about.

With that, Dave came down the steps from the upper level of the house. He was nude with one of the largest erections I ever saw him have. He stopped at the foot of the spiral staircase, and with cock in hand, asked me if I had a good time. I just grinned and nodded my head. With a very large grin, I asked “Did you see it?”. He grinned in return and nodded, saying that so as not to be seen, he had to look through the side window by the picnic table and that “Ray Charles could have seen that you were having a good time”. I looked at him and his raging hard cock and felt that old familiar twitch between my legs as I spread my legs placing a foot on each of the small round coffee tables situated about three feet apart in front of the couch. Removing the hand from my pussy and pointing to my crotch I said, “Wanna see what a good time I had?”. Dave moved forward, his cock bobbing in the air in front of him, and dropped to his knees between my outspread legs. He reached forward and gently ran his finger up and down my open slit. My hips jerked forward, telling him that I was hungry for more. What a slut. God forgive me, I wanted to fuck, and be fucked again. Reaching down with both hands, I spread the lips of my pussy as he inserted one finger and then two, slowly pushing in and out. There was virtually no resistance as Dustin’s cum bubbled from my open, used pussy around the two fingers Dave slowly moved in and out of me. Standing now with his cock in his hand, I leaned forward taking him in my mouth. He told me how turned on he was from watching that big cock saw in and out of my pussy from behind. “You loved it didn’t you?”. I responded by moaning and shaking my head up and down as I licked and sucked him. “You’d like to fuck him again, wouldn’t you?”. Again I moaned around his cock and shook my head up and down. Removing my mouth from his cock, I looked up into his eyes and while working his cock with one hand and my swollen clit with the other, I admitted that I would like to do it again and that I loved the feel of his large cock. As I jacked his cock he moaned aloud as I went on to tell him that I was on the edge of cumming again at just the thought of that big cock forcing its way into my pussy. Dave moaned again, backing away from me with his cock in hand, watching me, staring down into my lust filled eyes as I my fingers pistoned in and out of my pussy, my hips twitching and my abdomen once again convulsing. I was there, announcing through clenched teeth that I was cumming.

“God, you really did enjoy that big cock didn’t you” Dave said. With ragged breath I answered with a throaty “Yes” and leaned forward taking him in my mouth once more. God he was hard. I could tell by his breathing that he wasn’t far from the edge. The thought of my husband’s cock entering my cum-drenched pussy, cum deposited there by another man, the thought of his cock moving in and out of the slushy mess had me wanting still more. Looking up at him as I held his swollen cock in my hand, I turned and repositioned myself on my knees in front of him and said “Fuck me Dave”…. “Fuck me now”…. “Cum in me”…. “I want your cum to mix with his in my pussy”…. “Take me from behind just like he did”…. “You want that don’t you?”…. “You want your wife’s used pussy”. Jerking his cock slowly back and forth, Dave groaned in lusty anticipation. Reaching back with both hands, I spread myself open knowing that he had to see Dustin’s cum oozing from my opening. “Do you see how open I am for you, do you see how his big cock stretched your wife’s pussy”? Looking over my shoulder I urged him to “Take me, take me now”. Dave surprised me. I thought he’d move forward and ram his cock into my waiting pussy. Instead, he went to his knees behind me, leaned forward and pushed his tongue into my upturned ass. He knows this drives me wild. As he licked and tongued my ass, I continued rolling and fingering my hard clit… I was almost there… again.

Standing now with his cock in hand I felt him rubbing the head up and down over my waiting pussy, spreading and smearing the leaking fluid over the head of his cock. He entered me slowly and with no resistance until I felt his groin pressed tightly against my ass, holding himself there until at my urging he began to saw in and out of me. Looking back between my legs as I fingered myself I could see his balls dripping with Dustin’s cum, could see it pooling on the towel between my knees as his cock forced it to run from me. God forgive me, I’ve never felt this depraved or wanton, but at that moment I wished that Dustin was still there. Wished that I could take his thick cock in my mouth again as Dave fucked me. The thought of fucking both of them, of both of them fucking me, taking turns, alternating between my mouth and my pussy, licking and playing with my swollen breasts, and filling me with endless amounts of hot cum had me right on the edge. Looking over my shoulder again, I urged Dave to fuck me harder as he rubbed a wet finger in circles over the clenching bud of my asshole. Whimpering I pushed back against him. “Yessss…I want that”, “I want it all”. As he slowly and gently inserted his finger deep in my ass, I went wild. It was at that point that I verbalized my lusty thoughts about Dustin, about my desire to fuck both of them, to have them take turns fucking me. “Would you like that?”, I asked. “He wants, wants to… to come back; he wants to… to fuck me again”. “Would you like… like me to… to make that happen, would you like to share, share my pussy with him, to watch his big cock… watch it stretch me and make me cum?” We were both on the edge, and the wet noise coming from my pussy as Dave groaned and slammed himself in and out of me was just too much. I was cumming… cumming again as I felt Dave go tense behind me, felt his cock swell and twitch inside me as he grabbed me by the hips, pulled me back against himself and held me there while he emptied his balls in my used pussy. As Dave’s cock slid from my pussy, we both moved forward onto the couch. Breathless, lying there on our sides, Dave directly behind me, pressed up against my back with an arm draped over me and a hand cupping my left breast. Dave nuzzled and kissed my neck and cheek. We exchanged “I love you’s” and remained motionless attempting to regain our breath. We remained in that position for about an hour with not one word spoken regarding what had just transpired.

Dustin Delivered - Now What?

The balance of the day evolved as most other days. I set about housework and business as usual while Dave busied himself with cutting firewood and working on mountain stone walkways at our pool deck. Our son was away spending the day and the coming evening at a friend’s house. Throughout the day I had reoccurring thoughts about what had transpired and on more than one occasion felt a growing sense of remorse over what had happened, frequently wondering if things would ever again be the same between Dave and I, wondering, but not knowing for certain what Dave thought or for that matter what I thought. To a great extent I dreaded the coming evening when we both went to bed. I wanted to talk about my mixed feelings and my growing feelings of regret and guilt with Dave, but elected to hold off.

Late that evening, Dave made steaks on the grill and we shared a quiet meal chatting about everything but, what I was certain, was on both our minds, certainly mine. Dave volunteered to do the dishes and clean up as I announced that I was going to prepare for bed. As I showered, my second one of the day, images of the forenoon’s adventure flashed through my mind. As I lathered my breasts, my thick nipples hardened as I recalled the vision of Dustin leaning forward taking them in his mouth as I offered them up to him in my cupped hands. My hands traveling down my body to the juncture of my thighs. Closing my eyes I couldn’t clear visions of his thick cock bobbing in front of my face as my soapy fingers found my hardening clit. No, I thought, what’s come over me? This isn’t right and I can’t allow this to happen, not again, not now. It didn’t work. I was lost. Lost in the lusty thoughts of the day as I raised one foot to the edge of the tub. I had to do this, just once, real quick, and then I could rethink everything. As I closed my eyes and steadied myself with one hand on the shower wall, I inserted one, then two fingers of my other hand into my pussy. Surrendering to visions of fucking Dustin and then Dave, I was oblivious to the mewling sounds coming from deep within me and the steady slapping cadence of my palm against my pussy as I gave myself up to the visions parading through my mind. I never heard Dave enter the bathroom and was unaware of his presence till he slid the shower door open. There he stood, naked, his hard cock in hand as he stared at me. I couldn’t stop. My fingers continued their maddening pace as I watched his hand on his cock. Apparently, he’d been listening outside the bathroom door. “Forgive me Dave”, I said, “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t, but I need this”.

Reaching out, he grabbed my wrist, removing my fingers from my pussy. Turning off the water he helped me out of the shower, picked me up soaking wet and shaking, kissed me and carried me out of the bathroom, down the hall and placed me on our bed. I wasn’t certain what to expect. Well, maybe I was, as he placed me on my back, spread my legs and lowered his mouth to mine, kissed me passionately, licked and sucked my nipples and then trailed downward to my wet, wanting pussy. Looking up from between my legs, his arms outstretched with a breast in each hand, he said, “Its okay, everything is fine”. “I know you’re wrestling with thoughts about everything that happened this morning”. “I need you to know that I love you and that what happened this morning didn’t just happen to you, or just because of you, it happened to and between us, and that makes it special”. “I know that you fear that you enjoyed what happened “too much” and that in some way, that in itself made it wrong.” “Believe me, that’s because it was something we shared and enjoyed together, it can’t be wrong”. “Anything shared and enjoyed between two people in love can’t be wrong”. “Do you love me?”, he asked. “Oh yes,” I responded. “I don’t have to ask if you enjoyed what happened this morning,” he said, “I know you did”. “I’m also certain you know that I too enjoyed it”, he said, “Am I correct?” “Yes” I said, “on both counts”. “Now”, he said as he lowered his mouth to my pussy, “tell me what thoughts were running through your mind in the shower”. As he repositioned himself, cupping my ass in his hands, I spread my legs as far as possible and tilted myself upward into his face and was greeted by his tongue spearing up and down thru the folds of my pussy. “Oh Dave”, I said, “are you sure you want to hear it?” “Yes”, he said, “everything”. “I was thinking about you:, I said. “And Dustin?”, he asked. “Yes…. both of you”, I said. “You were both there, I was…was sucking Dustin’s cock and… and you… were doing, you were doing what you’re doing now”. I was having a difficult time with this and then I decided, what the hell, and I gave in to the moment once again. “I was on my knees, you were behind me eating me and Dustin was sitting on the bed directly in front of me”. With that Dave moved me onto my side and got behind me. Raising one leg in the air, he rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy and slowly inched it forward, entering me. God, he was so hard again. “Do you wish this was Dustin’s cock in you?” Role play I thought, and excitedly I responded “Only if you were here and were going to fuck me too”, I said. “Would you do that?, would you… would… would you fuck me too”?, I asked. “Oh yes, baby, you know I would”, he said. “Oh Dave, would you… would you fuck me again after you know… after he… after he came in me? God I love that, knowing that your cock… that you were… that your cock was covered, just covered with his cum. God Dave I’m going to cum, this is all too much. I’m cumming thinking about it. Oh fuck, yessss, I’m cummming”. Dave held me close and didn’t move while I came on his cock.

What a loving husband to allow me this level of ecstasy. Raising me to my knees, he lowered his face to me from behind and passionately kissed and licked the cheeks of my upturned ass. In an attempt to give him greater access, I lowered my upper body and face onto the mattress. He immediately trailed his tongue down the crack of my ass and began licking and probing at my asshole. God it felt good and I told him so. He responded by spreading the cheeks of my ass with both hands and forcing his tongue deep inside. I reached back and started playing with my clit. I was on fire again. Dave backed away and slowly inserted a finger in my pussy. “So”, he said, “Dustin indicated he wants to come back - Would you like that?” I was reluctant to answer, fearing he may not like what I had to say. I responded anyway and indicated that although it was incredible fantasizing about the two of them with me at the same time, if I did arrange for a return visit, I wanted it to be just Dustin and I. I tried to explain that I’d be willing to share “all the juicy details” with him, and that I was certain I’d be less inhibited if it were just Dustin and I fucking one on one. Dave groaned a muffled “yesss” as I looked back and saw his hard cock in his hand once again. I decided to take it a bit further. I told him that I liked knowing that he was watching. Watching me play with that big cock, and watching him play with my pussy and suck my nipples. Dave now repositioned himself on his knees behind me placing his cock against my pussy. I could feel the mini convulsions beginning again in my abdomen as I spun yet another role play fantasy. Raising up now and looking back, I told Dave I wanted him to watch as Dustin forced that big cock into me stretching my pussy, watch him make me cum and fill me with his sperm. Now looking Dave squarely in the eyes, I said to him “Dustin, I need your cock, please do it, put it in. I need to feel you deep inside”. With that Dave began to slowly enter me. “Oh God yes, oh, slowly, easy, yes, a little more. Oh God, it’s so big, more, easy, Oh God yes… that’s it… oh, you’re in me all the way. Oh God hold it there… I’m cumming… I’m cumming… and I was indeed. I was convulsing from head to toe, my breasts quaking and shaking beneath me. Now fuck me Dustin. Fuck me hard. I need your cum. I need you to fill me. I need to feel it again.” With that Dave began fucking me as hard as he’s ever fucked me and I came again as he emptied himself inside me. With that we both fell forward struggling for breath, kissing, laughing, and hugging. I looked at Dave and said “God that was fun”.. I wish we had discovered this some time ago”. Dave responded by lovingly inserting a finger in my dripping pussy and saying “now certainly is better than never”.

“Hmmmm”, I said reaching down and squeezing his flaccid cock. “Looks like Dustin will be doing an encore”.

Submitted by: Cindy - Pennsylvania

Some more pics from those wild and naughty Brides-to-be at The Dancing Bear. This Bachelorette Party or Hen Night as we call them in the UK got really wild when the male stripper came on for Bride Veronika. Dressed in a firefighters outfit, he persuaded the, at first, shy wife to dance with him. As the alcohol flowed Veronika’s friends were soon encouraging her to go further, to feel his body and touch his cock. She soon found the courage to put his cock in her mouth to the delight of her cheering friends. Let’s hope she continues this behaviour well into her new marriage.

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True experience submitted from a married couple from Kerala, India.

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We have been married for eight years, I am thirty six years old and my wife is thirty two years. She is a very conservative catholic girl and a virgin at the time of our marriage. The internet opened up our marriage a little with me chatting and she joining a little; I taught her to chat and slowly we started having sex on webcam.

We made friends with a couple but I was somehow more interested in watching my wife getting seduced and fucked by someone. To make it short this net friend of ours visited us and we were like normal friends the whole day.

At night still nothing was happening after dinner even though the whole atmosphere was sexually charged. I started playing a porno film and started caressing and kissing my wife while our friend was sitting close to us on our bed. I should really compliment him on his patience as he started just by holding her hand for a long time and giving her time to open up. Soon my wife found herself in between us on the bed with her close to me and him on the far side.

We were very lucky as he was a very skilled lover and his foreplay lasted many hours, he just kissed her fingers and started sucking her fingers and slowly I saw his hand cupping her breast through the blouse. My wife was stiff and rigid and was pushing herself onto me so as to be as far away from him as possible. I was surprised to see that my wife was moaning and I found that his one hand was under skirt - was he just touching her through her panties or fingering her? I never knew. His skilled hands slowly unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bra and he started kissing her hands, the elbow to her armpits, this is the first time my wife had been kissed like this by another man and needless to say she was very aroused.

Sometime in the night we were all nude. He was leading the night and he kept guiding me as to what is to be done, we kissed her together, two male lips sucking her lips at the same time, both her boobs got sucked at the same time and her pussy and thigh were slippery from her juices as our four hands caressed her. She had lost all inhibitions and clearly wanted a cock to fuck her.

All these made my wife beg me, not him, as she was very shy “I need to get fucked, please put it in me”; I wanted him to fuck her first, but still he didn’t attempt to fuck her as we were not sure how my wife would react the next day as it was her first time. But I was surprised to suddenly find him on top of her in the missionary position with his cock hard and sticking out onto her pussy. She was moaning but didn’t spread her legs and during this time I was just lying at the leg side of the bed, watching his cock and her pussy. He was just lying still with no attempt to penetrate her but all the time she was getting deeply French kissed. So after a while I took his cock in my hand and started rubbing her clit and pussy lips. He lifted his hips so I could get more space to rub her with his cock, I inserted a finger of mine while rubbing the clit with his cock; my wife was screaming and moaning and she started parting her legs a little. Slowly my wife’s legs got spread out and were wide open in the all inviting fashion but still he didn’t penetrate her even though his cock was in between her lips.

After a while my wife climbed on top me and was riding me while he was standing on the bed holding her head with his cock inside her mouth. This was the first time that my wife had a cock in her pussy and a cock in her mouth. My wife kept on riding me and I climaxed deep inside her looking at her sucking his cock. Soon he pulled out of her mouth and emptied his balls onto her breasts. Later he left our room and went to sleep in the guest room.

From memories of that wonderful night, we are again in a mood to make friends with other couples and be close to them even though a MFM of my wife is what I really prefer.

Maybe she will let another man fuck her soon.

Submitted by: George - India - email: georgejoseph69 [at gmail dot] com

Message from hotwife Molly Mormon and what she’s been up to.

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When you meet a guy for the first time, you always wonder just how really good the performance is going to be. Well, I don’t think this guy had been laid for two months, because he turned me every way but loose! He slapped the meat to me like only a few have done before. I’ve got to have this guy come back! Besides, I did promise him my fine ass! He pumped me so hard from behind that he made me gush all over the floor… No one has ever made me do that before, it was fantastic! I usually only gush when I’m riding cowgirl, so what a surprise it was when it started pouring out of me, bent over the bar! He bred me like he was Sea Biscuit and shot a huge load that I hope you can see running out while he was still pumping it in. After he left, my husband got so horny watching us, that I got his fine, wickedly curved cock as well. Damn, two cocks for Molly in one day! I just love a good breeding, don’t you??

Kisses, Molly

You can read Molly’s interview with Hot Wife Blog here

Check out Molly’s website here

A recent letter submitted to me by a new hot wife from Arizona. Thanks for posting Shywife, you have the full support of me and my readers.

Hotwifeblog readers please post in the comments to welcome this lovely hotwife to our community.

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I don’t know where to go - no matter how hard I look on the Internet - I find NO support sites for the “hot wives” who are new to this lifestyle. My husband has had this fetish since the day we got married. On our honeymoon he was BEGGING me to go find another man. It took me several years to get over the shock and rejection, it may sound weird, but it hurt me so much that he wanted to “share” me. I would agonize over it and cry over it. I just couldn’t understand how, if he LOVED me, how could he want me to be with other men. He said it would “bring us intimacy” and I was scared he would divorce me if I didn’t. Everytime we made love he would bring it up. Say I needed to “find someone else to do this with in the afternoons” It drove me mad.

Finally, after I had had it up to my ears with his pleas and demands etc - FINALLY - something snapped inside me. I figured, fine, I am completely unsatisfied with our love life anyway, so maybe I can find some “hot stud” who will make me have butterflies and since I have my husband’s blessing and encouragement, I might as well. I had always been such a “good girl”. My husband had been my 4th sexual partner in my whole life when we married. I had always been very shy and never been one to date or have many boyfriends. I had never even had a one night stand. I had always prided myself on being chaste and a good loyal wife so it was so hard and so confusing to me that most other men would LOVE that trait about me and I married a man who wanted me to… well… go out and date, instead of stay in and clean the house, make dinner and take care of him.

As I look back, I see how very lucky I am that I did Marry a man who wants me to have my freedom. He loves me more than I have ever been loved, dotes on me, brings me coffee in the morning, makes me breakfast - he is the most wonderful husband in the world. I would never, could never ever leave him. So, finally after several years of me screaming NO, crying, being so confused and hurt, I finally met someone. I was lucky because he was a nice boy, but he was too young for me and I ended up realizing I was just a “Cougar” to him and I stopped the “relationship” after only a few months (much to his disappointment and my husband’s disappointment).

So, now, I have decided that I am OK with this lifestyle and am ready to pursue it but I am having such an incredibly difficult time doing so, it is almost driving me crazy. I am so sick of being judged and harassed and made to feel weird or feel as though I need to defend my husband. Every man I have met online/in person (no other “boyfriends” yet - simply met a few men as potentials) all of them, when we meet, their jaws drop and ALL OF THEM say something along the lines of “HOW COULD YOUR HUSBAND SHARE YOU? IF YOU WERE MY WIFE I WOULD TIE YOU TO MY BED AND NEVER LET YOU LEAVE” ETC. When I hear those comments, I go right back to where I was a few years ago (heck, a few months ago) to the same question - They are right! HOW COULD HE SHARE ME! And I get so upset and so frustrated and don’t know where to turn. Then, I come to a website like this, and I see how the people are respectful and I know that none of the “true” members on this site would judge me or my husband.

It is a subculture that the mainstream narrow minded people are not able to handle. They don’t understand that it takes the only the truest definition of a “STRONG” “SECURE” man / marriage to allow his wife this gift. I just wish I knew of a place to find “bulls” who were respectful of my boundaries and understand that we are not into this lifestyle to humiliate my husband. He doesn’t even want to be part of anything in the bedroom, doesn’t want to watch, or be a 3rd or anything. He just wants me to go out and have fun, and that, brings him pleasure.

I don’t know if this is the right place to send this but I am at my wits end and done with being judged or feeling weird or alienated. I just want to be part of this community and know that there are some men out there who will respectful and understanding of my situation. I simply wanted to thank you for putting this website up so that I could see that there are others in my situation and are not beating themselves up or feeling “weird”. I just wish I could find “friends” who are supportive of this lifestyle.

Thank you.

Submitted by: ShyWife - Check Out Her Hotwife Dating Profile Here

A video clip for you today to show you a niche fetish from Hotwife Marion. One of her specialties and loves in life is to have her Bull’s fuck her and then hand her their used condoms which she then proceeds to empty into her hungry mouth.

Marion is once again showing us her extreme levels of hotwifedom and why she is known simply as the Cum Drinking Wife.

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Cuckold Place Update

Going Solo

Hello there ladies, cucks, bulls, wannabe’s, and creepy guys pretending to be one of the aforementioned! Let’s jump right into our true story shall we?

First a brief history… Around this time last year my girlfriend, whom I live with and intend to be with for a very very long time, and I started fooling around with the idea of playing with other couples. It progressed into MFMF play, and somewhere along the way a single guy snuck in for a few vigorous MFM romps. Lately it’s settled into a steady couple friend that we see every few weeks at best (work / school / life priorities). What started at my behest has been progressing away from our original motivation; Daddy (that’s me) sometimes feels like he should turn his girl out, and despite this she (my gf) will very happily do it because Daddy said so.

About two months ago Mrs. HBT was at home wet and ready while I was stuck at work. She wanted to fuck and the best I could do is contact our couple friend who, because they were both off from work, were free in the afternoon. I arranged for them to meet the Mrs at the house an hour before I got home and then contacted the Mrs to let her know. The idea of her on her own TOTALLY turned her on. We talked about her calling me during my drive. We talked about what I wouldn’t be able to stop since I wouldn’t be there. Sadly the plans fell through and haven’t come to pass yet, but I would find out later that it was a seed.

A month ago her and I were talking and she confided that she had been crushing on a new friend of hers which led to us discussing the possibility of her fooling around with him, and maybe taking it further than fooling around. While she was out with him that night, reportedly just to hang out, my mind wandered as it tends to, and the “what if she is…” rush started to hit me and really turn me on. I texted her and let her know and she replied. She liked him but said that she wasn’t sure if it was going anywhere. It was doubtful. When she got home she told me she had given him a peck tonight, and that while joking around he had bitten her shoulder during a playful exchange of roughhousing which had left quite a large bruise. Now with her home our talk turned to the steamy, which turned into me fucking her. What happened next nearly made my head explode….

When she whispered in my ear, “okay, so he really bit me while we were in his truck fooling around and I told him ‘no marks’ but I wanted something only you would see” I nearly came. Needless to say as she retold the details of what was her first solo experience with a guy of any kind since we’ve been together, I pounded her harder and harder from behind, pulling her head back hard by her hair, pulling her onto me by the shoulders until she bottomed out on me. I came in her with a loud release of built-up energy from stroking myself for hours without release before she came home.

Some time the next day she confided that she didn’t expect it, but the idea that I was home letting my imagination run, stroking myself waiting for her, was a huge turn-on. Knowing these guys, and in fact enjoying their company, made the prospect of fucking them so much hotter for her. So much so that she wanted to explore it more. Wanted to do it again. With some reservation I agreed because it was a huge turn-on despite making my stomach flip-flop regularly the whole time. But it’s impossible to argue with the results.

Over the past month or so she’s fooled around with a few guys but until recently really hadn’t made any decent connection with someone she was willing to do more than make-out with and dry-hump. Until recently…

Three days ago she let me know that her new friend was going to take her out to dinner. A date. My cock instantly swelled inside my pants, uncomfortably confined. I encouraged her to see where it would lead, and was encouraged by, “I hope it leads to him fucking me.” We talked about how she would approach things. Should she lie and say she was cheating? Should be truthful and tell him everything? We both agreed that we have nothing to hide, that he would get the full story, and if he’s down for a friendship with side benefits, but nothing more serious than that, then great. “If not, then we’ll go dutch on dinner and call it even.”

Over the next 24 hours my head was all over the place with the possibilities. Her newfound enthusiasm has really increased the hotness of everything. As hot as it’s been to watch her take strangers’ cocks, the sly sparkle in her eye as she fucks with my head has been unbelievable.

On the day of the date I texted her to find out if she was excited and she said “totally”. I was instantly hard at work when I asked her, “are you wearing panties or no?” and she replied with, “it’s up to you, Daddy.” I can’t imagine not being involved in some way, and dressing / shaving my play-thing with the intent of surprising someone always turns me on. I’m proud to see her confident and slutty, which isn’t meant to imply that she’s ever been shy and mousey, but it’s a different confidence and it’s amazing to see her. I sent her off with a kiss and a couple of well-placed condoms in her purse. As she walked off I asked if she could text me during the evening to keep me updated, and if she was going to fuck him if she could try to call me and leave the line open. She said, “we’ll see.”

Time passed…. An hour into dinner I receive a text. “Love you”. I reply immediately: “Love you too baby!” and add “I assume you’ve told him the stuff and since I haven’t heard otherwise, he’s down?” A half hour later a reply: “You assume correctly. I tried to call but have no signal.”

Time passed…. Over the next two hours I heard absolutely nothing from her. No replies to a few questions. I texted “does he know you’re not wearing panties? If he doesn’t you should let him know” and still nothing. It’s nearly impossible to describe the utter pain and pleasure I was experiencing. A blend of excitement and terror that she might currently be riding him, moaning, and feeling him deep inside her. I shivered with the cold rush of adrenaline that I’ve become familiar with ever since she started going out on her own. For hours my rock hard cock was all I had to keep me company. I hated her for torturing me and not keeping me in the loop. I cursed that it really isn’t THAT hard to send a text. I loved every minute of it and loathed my own desire to endure it. I wanted her fucked and home. I wanted to be there.

Then a call…. She calls and tells me that they’ve just then left the restaurant and are headed “around the corner”. She tells me “he wants to fuck, bad” and I’m thrilled. To this day I don’t know if they found a parking lot, an alley, or what, but she tells me, “he pushed me against the car in the garage and I felt his cock, it’s big” and I’m shivering again. She tells me she wants him and that she’ll be home in a bit. As she asks me, “are you okay?” I quickly stammer out, “oh I’m great… can you leave the line open? Just put your phone in your purse maybe?”

To my surprise she agrees! I’m stroking myself knowing full well that she gave me one rule, and that was not to cum until she was home. Over the next however-many minutes I listen to the action unfold, clear as day. I nearly cum 3 or 4 times and have to let go of my cock like a live wire. As it ends I’m sure what’s happened, what she’s done, what he did, and I just want her home. I tell her, “you need to come home, now, and I need to fuck you.” What she didn’t know at the time was that I managed to stagger across the room to my computer and make this:

Download mp3 recording of phone call here

As she was pulling into the garage I was waiting for her talking to her on the phone. Inside the car it smelled like sex and humidity. She asked if I could taste his cock on her hand, if I could taste his precum and I obliged her by investigating with my tongue. Sure enough, a faint flavor could be detected and the thought of her with her hand on his cock drove me crazy hot. I tasted her mouth and she smelled different, foreign.

We hustled inside and into the bedroom like our lives depended on it. It wasn’t long before we were deep into fucking, and I was deep into her, whispering for her to tell me more, always more. In the car she said they didn’t have sex and that she wanted to come home quickly to me, but inside her pussy felt different. Open. And while fucking her from behind like mad she managed a moan, “I may have fucked him… does my pussy feel open? Can you feel the warmth, the looseness?” I could, and I also didn’t last long from that point forward.

I was exhausted and shocked and amazed. I believed her because I heard those moans (you can hear too) on the phone. I heard his moans along with hers and no one makes that much noise going down on someone (she did tell me that he went down on her in the car quite a bit).

After fucking another two more times over the next hour or two we were both spent. I had cummed three times and her twice. My excitement over the night and focus on her absence meant that I completely forgot to eat dinner and was now dragging ass. With a spent and broken cock I curled up next to her in time for her to say, “I’m gonna break your heart… but I didn’t fuck him…. or maybe I did, I don’t remember.” Clearly, she likes to fuck with Daddy’s head!

So that leaves us with today…

Did she fuck him? I don’t know. I suspect she did because her purse was missing a condom. But then again if he fucked her it was brief and he didn’t cum, but then again she can do that at times. Stop and leave you wanting more. Give the audio a listen and let me know what you think. I can go either way.

Oh and in other news… He has emailed and expressed a desire to do it again. Last night she passed me her email client and said, “Go ahead Daddy, write whatever you want me to say to him.” And so I’ve started to mention getting him back to our place for some fun. We’ll see where it leads!

Submitted by: HBT

Pictures of the wife and more discussion on this story here

Following his debut interview with Nichole Wet, Hotwife Blog reader Ken is back with another interview, this time with black bull legend Art Hammer. I met Art last October in Miami at the Swingfest show which my partner Daisy hosted. He and some of his friends ran the notorious ‘Chocolate Room’ where some of the female halves of swinging couples went to fulfill a fantasy or two by having some multiple black entertainment. I have to say out of all the Playrooms there, this one was the one that was packed out and everyone was talking about by the pool the next day.

Thanks for this interview Art and for your work on it too Ken, it’s always great to have a different perspective that others can bring to the table. Look forward to your next one.

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Ken for Hotwifeblog: The first video I saw of you opened with you staring directly at the camera, confident as the cock of the walk; you said something like, “we’re going to introduce another soccer-mom, housewife into the world of interracial passion.” Then, this very mild mannered woman came out. She was dressed conservatively and was obviously nervous. You proceeded to treat her with all the respect and consideration that a group of frat boys would show to a twenty-buck-a-trick hooker.
Art Hammer: Yes, that was our very first video. The white BIG BLACK COCK LOVING SLUT WHORE was Sweet Des; it was her first video too. She was a genuine PTA, soccer-mom housewife and a non-practicing attorney.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: No wonder she was nervous. Did you worry that you might be too hard on her? You tied her up. You blindfolded her. You said the nastiest stuff to her.
Art Hammer: Yes we did all that! Actually I had met her, her husband and 2 children at a mall a week prior to discuss what they wanted to happen when we got together with my crew and filmed it. I want to be clear that everything we do is consensual, and we agree on everything that we’re going to do beforehand. Our role-play works because EVERYONE is getting what they want. Once it starts, I’m the boss, but that’s how everyone wants it. And that’s the beauty of amateur porn: you can’t fake the funk! The camera is rolling continuously, so what you see is what you get, unlike staged, edited professional porn.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: That reality comes across in your videos. Is it something that you aim for?
Art Hammer: ABSOLUTELY!! And the fact is that it is all very, very real! You need to know what you’re doing, and that means you need to communicate honestly and clearly, well in advance. That’s true for what I do on my site and what I do in my private life.

I love meeting a cuckold couple after having only spoken to them on the phone or chatted with them online. When they describe what they want, I always immediately ask about their experience level. I want to know their threshold, because, as a dominant black man, I’m going to push any white wife to her absolute limit. Nothing, I mean nothing, turns me on more than having both a beautiful, white wife and a loving husband want me to treat her like a total white sub-slut-whore. I use her EXACTLY as I see fit from the instant they walk through the door. They want me to do that every bit as much as I want to do it myself. Sometimes, even more.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: And how do you typically see fit to use her?
Art Hammer: She will be dressed according to my instructions. I will push her down on her knees and then shove my BIG BLACK DICK deep down her throat while telling her how much of a white, black-cock-loving slut-whore she is. I tell her that she knows that she is mine to use as I please for however long I want and then tell her husband how much she loves a real man’s dick and how much better, even after only a few minutes, I know her sexual nature more than he ever will.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: That’s… impressive.
Art Hammer: “Ay, tis a consummation devoutly to be wished”
Editor’s note: That’s Hamlet, Act III, Scene I, the famous “To be, or not to be” soliloquy. Art, you should know, graduated from one of America’s top universities. He isn’t being fake or pretentious here. He’s just that well educated. He knows a lot, including Shakespeare. But even Hamlet isn’t as impressive a cultural artifact as Art’s spurting cock!

Art Hammer: I love to go to a vanilla club with a husband and a wife that I’ve required to dress like a slut. I’m talking about a non-swing club here. We walk in with her on my arm and him behind us. When the cashier asks for the money, I turn and point. I sit with her and he sits at a table beside us. I order drinks and he pays. Sometimes, I let him come to our table while I kiss and fondle her. Everyone in the place knows EXACTLY what time it is. When it’s time to settle the bill, I tell the waitress to give it to the husband. Then I make a point to loudly announce that we are going to fuck.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: Wow. Tell me more about how you might use the husband.
Art Hammer: I have him wipe my forehead or bring me water or a towel, whatever makes me comfortable. I tell him to sit in a chair while I fuck his wife, sometimes I will tie him to the chair. I will have her tell him how good it feels for a real man to fuck her and cum in her pussy. But no matter where I cum, I command him to clean her up. It’s total domination, but understand that, with many couples, when the sex is done, we are friends and go out together socially. That is the difference between being a swinger versus a lifestyler. I am a single male in the lifestyle with a fetish for BDSM and cuckold relationships. A swinger is a bed-post notcher while a lifestyler is interested in friendship outside of the bedroom. For example I gave my very first party in May 03 and I am still friends with 90% of the people who came to that party.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: So, it’s important to you to have at least some sort of a wall between the cuckold world and your regular relationships.
Art Hammer: I have so many good friends because they know they can trust me to be 100% discreet. Many of the best times I have had, no one can ever see, because the couple has insisted on no pictures or video; my reputation is based on discretion! What they ask to be private will always be private! Still, I’m always looking for the couple-next-door who are willing to sign a photo release and show the world what cuckoldry is all about.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: Can you give me an example?
Art Hammer: Yes, Jazzi and her hubby (picture above). Now, that was intense, because when I first met them, he was her Dom. After she became our Mandingo gangbang party slut, he got completely obsessed by the thought of being submissive to her after seeing me and my Florida Mandingos deep fuck her in EVERY hole. I don’t think he was prepared to see us fuck her bareback in all three holes. I mean we fucked Jazzi for six hours straight. When he saw that, a light went off. She is, at the bottom of her soul, a black-cock sub-slut-whore. But she’s also a switch and a chameleon. Outside the bedroom, she could be a rabbi’s wife.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: Can you describe the transformation in greater detail?
Art Hammer: Initially, she was submissive to both him and us. After six months, she told me that he had been hinting that he wanted to be cuckolded. She loves her fiance dearly, then and now. So, she asked if I thought it would change their relationship or how we thought of him? I told her ABSOLUTELY not, because I like and respect them as people.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: It sounds like the kind of person a woman is matters to you a lot?
Art Hammer: That’s true. I love smart women; rich, educated, professional women make the very, very best sluts. All of the ladies I fuck for fun are perfect ladies in the street and slut-whores in bed. I’ve fucked doctors, veterinarians, CPAs, schoolteachers, school administrators, and lawyers. Sweet Des is a lawyer and a very capable one too. I won’t say what she does, but I will say that there are maybe a handful of lawyers who are as knowledgeable in her field as she is. I know how competitive her specialty is, and I can confidently say that you would be very lucky to have her representing you.

Jewish women are great, like Jazzi. They tend to be smart and well-educated, but that doesn’t keep them from submitting to cock like their lives depend on it. Sometimes I think about the Jewish guys that some of my Jewish conquests have married. If they knew the sorts of things that I made their wives do!

I’ve fucked women who’ve graduated from top colleges, both private and public: Stanford, Cornell, Brown, places like that. These are women who come from “respectable” families and who are going on to “top positions” in their communities. But they all learn lessons in “respect” and “positions” as they kneel before my dick and milk every drop of sperm they can from it.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: LOL. Nice one. Does your preference for smart women surprise people?
Art Hammer: It does. They assume that because I’m dominant, I’d want someone of less than average intelligence and education to comply with me. But they’ve got it backwards. A dominant male desires a smart, educated female because when she submits, she’s bringing all that with her. She’s submitting her Ivy League M.B.A. and using her Bryn Mawr education and natural creativity to serve me and my cock. Many people just don’t understand. Sometimes, as shorthand, I explain it this way: I love Victoria’s Secrets sluts as opposed to Frederick’s of Hollywood sluts! They start to get the picture.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: Do educated women act differently than uneducated ones? What’s the appeal?
Art Hammer: I see you don’t see it either. So, I’ll give you an example. One husband asked me to arrange a gangbang for his wife. I nicknamed her Ms. Victoria’s Secret because she had the body and looks of one of their models and enough of their wardrobe to open her own store. He reserved a suite at the Tampa Hyatt and asked me to bring 6 guys, telling me that his wife had been preparing a show for us. I commanded him to bring Grey Goose vodka and Moet champagne. He bought them, and, just to show his gratitude for the cocks we were providing his wife, a large shrimp and fruit tray without being asked.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: He sounds eager to please.
Art Hammer: He was. 5 of my “A-Team” members and I met him in the hotel bar and then went upstairs. She came out and modeled for us, so I gently pulled her to me. This was not a submissive couple, just a husband and wife wanting a gangbang. There was no need to be rough. I made her kneel in front of my crotch and asked her if she craved the taste of my dick. The slut nodded and went to work. My guys closed in on her and the gangbang was on. To this day, that is one of my favorite memories, because she is a very classy lady, very high profile in the Tampa area, and very well-educated. Even now, she loves to get dicked down while her husband takes pictures.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: Have you posted those pictures somewhere we can see them?
Art Hammer: Unfortunately no one will ever see the pics from that encounter! They’re for their personal use only. I mean what I said before: I am 100% discreet. Not only is it good policy, but it’s just ethical. A woman may be my slut. A white husband may be a cuckold for me to order around like I’m the plantation master and he’s the slave. But I will always treat them the way I promise to treat them.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: You refuse to use condoms. Why?
Art Hammer: I am adamant about ONLY playing with people who are tested for a minimum of HIV. I get tested once a month. I just love dumping my black seed into a hot white wife’s pussy as her hubby watches. It’s even more of a rush when they initially tell me that I can’t cum inside her and I respond that if you want me to fuck her; that is EXACTLY what I will do. Mostly, they obey. If they don’t agree, I say “no problem, get someone else.” I make white men’s wives into my property, and I always mark my territory, and that’s all there is to it. I will respect your marriage but your marriage will acknowledge the supremacy of my cock and my cum.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: Interesting. Can you give an example?
Art Hammer: About 2 months ago, a couple I had been communicating with online wanted to come down from Indiana to meet me and my guys for the wife’s first gangbang. They had tried several times to arrange a gangbang at home, but the guys who showed up either didn’t look like their pictures or were smaller than they had claimed, so she was frustrated. They told me that any guys would have to wear condoms, but they wanted me to participate because they knew that, if I did, my best guys would join in.

I let them know that I only fuck bareback, but, because the wife was hot, I would post in my group, looking for strong, extra-potent, black cock. The husband kept trying to convince me to fuck her with a condom. We finally talked and she repeated her policy. I told her that I respected that, but, while I’d help her find men, I was not going to fuck her. Not being experienced and having always called the shots with men, she was deluded into being certain that I’d give in. So I let her know that she was now dealing with a REAL DOM BLACK BULL and that I was the one in control.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: What happened?
Art Hammer: She finally resigned herself to the fact that she couldn’t win. They had spoken to many people who knew me and my crew. She knew what she’d be giving up if she didn’t cave in and she realized I wouldn’t cave in. She wanted to experience the pinnacle of a white woman’s sexual life: a black cock gangbang. So, she acquiesced, but, while I’m happy to help a slut and cuckold, I expect them to show me proper respect and compliance. Before I would ask my guys to gangbang her, I would fuck her bareback in all three holes and cum in her pussy and all over her face and tits. They finally , totally defeated, agreed to my demands.

They came down, and she got tested. But, when I went to visit them, she, to my total surprise and annoyance, told me that she changed her mind and I could not cum inside her. I simply informed her that I was not going to wear a condom. She was so conflicted. I think she really thought that once I was there, just seconds away from being able to screw her, I’d accept her terms. When it became clear, I would not change my mind one bit, she consented. Of course, once I started doing my fucking, she became a bitch in heat. She wanted to be dominated and so did anything I told her. She was ready for a REAL BULL to take control. I spanked her ass, pulled her hair, fucked her mouth, and talked to her like she existed for one purpose only: to take my cock and cum. “Take this BIG BLACK DICK , slut. You know that’s why you drove a thousand miles. You came to get fucked by me. Right, slut?” She replied, “Yes sir!” as if I were her drill sergeant. I fucked her in all her slutty, white, married, needy holes and came inside her pussy and mouth. The obscenities that came out of her mouth were enough to fill up ten volumes of letters to “Penthouse,” and the way she talked to her husband would make her the trash-talk champion of any football field anywhere. At first, they hadn’t wanted me to cum inside her. But after I’d dumped some loads in her cunt, her husband gratefully gobbled down every drop of that creampie like he was starving and this was the last food on the planet. Needless to say, they were blissfully grateful to me. Once again, I demonstrated the superiority of my black dick over both a white pussy and a white cuckold husband. I then arranged the gangbang.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: Impressive.
Art Hammer: I’m not bragging. It’s just a fact that it’s my way or the highway. Last year, at the Naughty in N’awlins convention in our “Chocolate Room,” there was this drop dead gorgeous brunette with a body like Sandra Bullock’s. She kept asking me to fuck her but insisted that I wear a condom.

I told her that I had four guys who I would get to fuck her brains out while wearing condoms. She replied, trying to keep her cool but increasingly unable to hide her exasperation about the fact that I wasn’t giving in, that it had to be me and guaranteed that it would be the best pussy I ever had. I told her I did not doubt the quality of her pussy and that she was probably right that she had the best pussy. Unfortunately for me, I would have to miss having it! She must have been a lawyer because she tried to convince me for 30 minutes, offering any ridiculous argument she could imagine, and gradually becoming exasperated as she realized it wasn’t working. She was promising me everything she could think of. She thought that it would provide me with incentive to back down. But I knew I could have whatever she was offering anyway from several other hotties who would let me fuck them my way!.

It was funny how desperate she was. My guys are listening to her beg while her husband waited beside her, and they are laughing because they knew it was not going to happen, no way, no how! They started joking about her desperation, but she didn’t care. I’m pretty sure that she held her ground and did not fuck anyone in our suite that night. I sure would have loved to fuck the slut, but you win some, you lose some; I don’t sweat it.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: Great story. Let’s move on to my next question. Any advice for aspiring bulls?
Art Hammer: Good question! Frank Sinatra once said, “You treat a lady like a dame and a dame like a lady.” Ol’ Blue Eyes is correct and that is how bulls should treat them. Treat a lady like a whore and a whore like a lady, and they will love you forever!

Ken for Hotwifeblog: What are your plans for the future?
Art Hammer: I’m working on getting my own swing club and a studio where I can do 24/7 live video feeds with sluts who come over for me and my crew. If all goes well, it will happen by September 10.

Ken for Hotwifeblog: I’m sure many Hotwifeblog readers are looking forward to that.
Art Hammer: So am I.

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Here’s some hot pics today of one of my favorite wives, the delicious Jinxypie, getting to grips with some big black cock she had over for the afternoon. So innocent looking but so slutty.. What a hot wife she is!

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Here’s another submission from L and his lovely wife K.

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After my wife K more or less realized her Hot Wife potential and accepted it we joined the Swinglifestyle (SLS) website and started to meet lots of couples and single men.

The first guy she met with was more or less her first official Hot Wife experience and was the first time she let me photograph her in action after promising to let it be just him and her.

The guy was pretty nice and my wife was really attracted to his profile information and pictures. Turns out he was a former NFL football player. She was pretty nervous but did invite him over to our house for some intimacy and where I could watch and film. I knew as she had invited him over that was pretty much her saying that he was coming over for sex no ifs, ands, or buts.

They started out getting to know each other a little in the living room. My wife was dressed for sex with a sheer knit top, miniskirt, and no bra or panties. She was also very freshly waxed. After some chat and a few drinks on her part they started kissing and both of them started to let their hands roam. He had K’s top up and was sucking on her nipples quickly and she was fondling the large bulge in the front of his pants. Surprisingly she was the one that suggested that they move things up to the bedroom and that I should follow them.

They both made it to the bed and continued passionately kissing and playing with each other. Without even undressing her, He had my wife’s miniskirt up and right away started going down on her. Without any panties it was easy as she willingly spread herself for him. She had her first orgasm on his tongue. They then undressed and he lay on top of her in a 69 so she could show him some oral loving for about 20 minutes. She was so turned on and she did a very good job with her lips, tongue, and nails on his very nicely sized cock and balls.

He then rolled around on top of her and my wife spread herself for him. Earlier she had talked about and promised that she was going to practice safe sex but, as turned on as she was, she made no mention about condoms. She was so wet and excited. He penetrated her for the first time as a Hot Wife and he loved how sweet, tight, and virginal her pussy was.

They fucked for a long time. He fucked her all over our marital bed and stopped several times to lick her pussy and to feed his wet cock to her. Each time she eagerly grabbed hold of his cock and put it back into her pussy for more pounding. I lost count of how many times she came and had her mouth wide open in a silent scream when he thrust harder and harder and then eventually blew his load deep into her pussy before pulling out to let the last few spurts fall right on her shaved mound. They romantically held and kissed each other for a long time afterwards as his cum flowed from her stretched out, very well used pussy. Needless to say, my wife was hooked on all the attention and the orgasms she received from someone other than her husband. She knew then that many more similar experiences would follow. Here’s some pictures from their encounter together.

You can read some more of Wife’s K’s adventures here:

Tog Takes Advantage Part 1

Tog Takes Advantage Part 2

Submitted by: L - Virginia - Check out their Hotwife Dating Profile Here