January 10, 2014

Reunion with No 6

Another hot diary update from lovely UK hotwife Modesty Ablaze. You can check her out and say hi on Hotwife Hub too - Profile Here


Re-Union with No 6

“Hi, how are you?”

My pulse raced immediately I saw the text appear on my phone. It had been several months since I’d last heard from No.6, my special favourite amongst all my lovers.

“The power of positive thought!” I texted straight back. “I was just thinking about you. Kids are away tomorrow night! Fancy cumming over for some fun?”

“Love to” was his reply.

I excitedly rushed downstairs to show Hubby my text, embracing him with kisses and giggling “Look, look” as I thrust my phone in front of him. We’d only discovered at dinner the previous night that both kids would be having nights away visiting friends at the end of the week. I’d wanted to ask No.6 straight away but Hubby reminded me that he’d declined on the last few occasions we’d asked, and that it had always been us making the first contact instead of him texting me as he often had after our first “meetings” almost two years earlier.

“Perhaps he’s lost interest. We should ask one of your other lovers, it’s not as though we haven’t got lots of choices” he joked. He was right of course, the past year had been our busiest, and most fun ever for meeting new lovers, both single and couples, at clubs and from our on-line swingers-profile. But Hubby also knew I had a “soft-spot for his hard-spot” as he often joked whenever we talked about No.6 (which was quite often and usually led to passionate and exciting cuddling sessions). So to have him texting me was just wonderful. The next two days just couldn’t go by fast enough.

Hubby picked me up from the station and we raced home to prepare. Hubby showered first whilst I poured the wine (LOL!), and laid out the dining table with snacks and dips. Then it was my turn to shower. Hubby sat on the edge of the bath and we chatted about the last occasion we’d hosted No. 6, which got me even more excited. I sent him downstairs to sort out some mood-music and light some candles while I sat down at my dressing table to re-apply make-up and then choose my outfit. I decided on my loose leopard-print silk blouse. Normally I’d wear it with a skirt, but it was long enough to cover my hips and I didn’t feel I needed anything else.

“Wow, I love that neckline” Hubby said when I walked into the front room. I could feel my nipples sliding across the silk and knew they would be standing out against the fabric, without having to look down. “And no knickers either” Hubby exclaimed as he ran his hands down over my bottom as we embraced.

“God, I’m horny” I told him as I returned his kisses. He laughed and replied “Well hopefully you won’t have too long to have your horniess satisfied”. It was two glasses of wine later though before the doorbell finally rang!

I welcomed him in the hallway with an engulfing embrace and he immediately found my bare bum cheeks as he ran the palms of his hands down my back. “Your hands are cold!” I giggled as I pulled away from his tonguing kisses. “Come on, let’s warm up with some wine and snacks” I said as I led him into the living room. We actually spent the next hour chatting and catching-up on each others news, snacking and finishing off the first bottle of wine! “Open another bottle darling, and bring it up to our room” I instructed Hubby, as I took No.6 by the hand and led him off up the stairs.

I led my favourite young lover into the bedroom and stood by the bed, moaning instantly as we embraced again and I felt his hands cupping my breasts through the silk as we kissed.

“I’ve missed you” I managed to gasp as I felt him tweak my nipples. I hugged him into me as I felt his tongue swirling inside my mouth and I ran my fingers up through the back of his hair. We fell backwards onto the bed and rolled over onto our sides. I began unbuttoning his shirt as he caressed my bum cheeks and then lifted my blouse up and over my head.

He stood to cast his shirt off and step out of his trousers and then knelt back onto the bed to lean down and start sucking at my nipples and caressing his hands down over my tummy. I closed my eyes and heard myself moaning as his tongue and lips sucked over me. I slid both hands down his back and under the waistband of his boxers, cupping his bum and pulling him tighter onto me. I could feel him hard against me through the fabric of his boxer shorts.

I hadn’t heard Hubby coming into the room, but the sudden flash of his camera made me realise he was standing by the foot of the bed and already excited enough to be filming our passionate embracing. I pulled No.6’s boxers completely down over his bum and gasped loudly as I felt his hardness rubbing against my tummy as he knelt forward shuffling his knees and legs forward to let me extricate him from his underpants. I lifted my mouth up to meet his and taste that lovely tongue again as we rolled together further into the middle of the bed. “Oh that’s lovely” I groaned as he ran his fingers down over my pussy lips. I twisted further back and opened my legs wider to give his hand more freedom, all the while kissing and sucking on his wondrous hot and wet tongue and kisses.

I’d been wet sitting with Hubby on our living room sofa waiting for No.6 to arrive, now I was absolutely sopping, so much so that I could actually hear the sounds of his fingers as he was thrusting them in and out of me. “Oh, god” I was gasping out, over and over. He suddenly stopped though and turned himself around to kneel close to my shoulders and lean down to kiss and then run his tongue down over my tummy, before deliciously licking at me as he slid his fingers into me again. I could feel his cock slapping against my shoulder as he moved. I opened my eyes and reached over to grasp it’s thickness in my hand and guide his head into my mouth. We twisted ourselves into a more comfortable position, my own moans muffled now by having my mouth full of his lovely thick cock but I could clearly hear that sound that Hubby’s video camera makes when it is zooming in. I opened my eyes for a moment to seem the camera just inches from my face, and felt a sudden tingle of extra excitement surging through me knowing that Hubby was so close, and so obviously enjoying sharing my excitement.

No.6 was obviously enjoying things as well as he sat up and lifted me by my shoulders over and down between his legs. Suddenly I found myself on my stomach deep-throating that glorious hot cock as he sat back telling me to “Suck it. It’s fantastic when you are sucking it like that”.

I continued sucking up and down, pausing to lift away momentarily just to flick my tongue around the head of his cock, before plunging my mouth down engulfing him completely, almost gagging as I felt it ramming against the back of my throat . . . and loving hearing his groans of pleasure.

“We need to stop for a moment” he said, lifting my head away. I knelt up to embrace him and started groaning myself as his hands scraped across my nipples and then squeezed at my boobs as I wrapped my arms around him. He gently pushed me back down on the bed and reached over for a condom, rolling it on and then kneeling in between my open legs. I spread them wider and moaned as I felt him rubbing the head of his sheathed cock around and around in circular motions over my clit. My moaning became a loud groan as he pushed forward, I arched my back and wrapped my legs around his slowly thrusting bottom.

The next few minutes were a blur of wanton fucking, slowly at first as his lips lifted and stroked in that wonderful, rhythmic pumping. And then as his speed, and his thrusting increased, I responded by trying to push back at him, groaning ever louder and reaching up to grasp my own ankles, locking my legs around him and gasping out “oh, fucking hell, fuck me, fuck me”.

I knew I was close, feeling that glorious cock thrusting in and out of me, and I called out “oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming”. As I let go of my ankles and felt myself falling, releasing and relaxing every tissue into wave after wave of my orgasm, I heard him crying out and suddenly increasing his pumping again. His gasping grunts felt lovely and warm against my ear as he came in my arms, squeezing me as I squeezed back at him, pulling our bodies together and then feeling his weight as he slumped down completely on top of me.
We lay motionless together in that wonderful embrace of savouring our bodies, relaxing and unwinding and cuddling together, before he rolled us over onto our sides. I felt the weight of the bed moving again as Hubby knelt down next to me and leant forward to kiss me.

“That was fantastic” he said. “It was worth the wait wasn’t it!”.

“I hope we’re not finished yet!!!” I giggled my reply. “Just resting for a few minutes!”.

But that’s for next time. Part Two . . . The Rest of the Night and the Morning After.

Modesty Ablaze

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January 8, 2014

Petras Creampie Orgy

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January 6, 2014

Jenny Seemore Interviewed

Repost from May 2005, wow how time flies……..

It’s official, I now have a favorite hotwife. That incredible woman is Jenny Seemore. I recently had the privilege of interviewing this fantastic example of a hotwife. If there was ever an Olympic gold medal awarded for hotwife extremity then Jenny is a clear winner. Every fantasy I have of what a hotwife should be Jenny makes the grade in every area. Her husband Walt must be the luckiest hubby in the land. A massive thanks Jen for your answers. I hope to hear more of your activities on these pages soon.

hotwifeblog: Welcome Jenny. Where about’s are you from?
Jenny: Florida, South of Tampa

hotwifeblog:What is your age?
Jenny: 38

hotwifeblog: What are your measurements?
Jenny: 36-32-33 (when I am not pregnant)

hotwifeblog: What is your height?
Jenny: 5′3″

hotwifeblog: What colour are your eyes?
Jenny: brown

hotwifeblog: Hair colour?
Jenny: blonde

hotwifeblog: How did you meet your husband?
Jenny: It was at a party

hotwifeblog: How did you get into the hotwife lifestyle?
Jenny: I do attract men, when I walk into a bar I have immediately a bunch of guys hovering all over me. My first marriage didn’t go so well because of this. My first husband was incredibly jealous and we were constantly arguing about my (miss-) behavior. When I met Walt he told me that he actually likes women who screw around. That was the perfect match for me and ever since we got married I do what I do best: I fuck as many men as possible.

hotwifeblog: What do you like most about being a hotwife?
Jenny: I think I am a nymphomaniac by nature. When I don’t get fucked I get grouchy and develop headaches. For me the hot wife life style is absolutely perfect I can fuck and suck as many guys as I want to and my husband loves it. I am damn lucky, I guess.

hotwifeblog: How long have you been an active hotwife?
Jenny: I always was, I didn’t always admit to it, though. After all we ware brought up to be “good girls” and it takes an awful lot of time to throw all those inhibitions overboard. As I said, I’ve always been hot. In high school I was known as the school slut. I started fucking when I was 13 and was probably the easiest lay in town back then.

hotwifeblog: Would you call yourself an exhibitionist?
Jenny: I am definitely an exhibitionist. That’s why I love flying over to Europe. Most countries over there don’t have indecent exposure laws, a fact that I love to exploit to the max. I have done it all, Sex in public, blow jobs in public restrooms and under the table of a restaurant, topless on Main Street, sex in an elevator etc. You name it, I have done it, and, in most cases I got photos to prove it. It makes me incredibly horny to get photographed when I do nasty things.

hotwifeblog: What type of men do you go for?
Jenny: When it comes to men I am pretty easy. I barely meet a man that I don’t like. That’s why some people make fun of me and say I spread my legs for anyone. Well, I do like men who can perform, though. The only thing I absolutely don’t like with men is when they are braggers. For me it’s the personality that counts, not the bank account. I’ve done it all. I’ve met extremely rich people who were absolutely cool. I like that. If a guy starts bragging about his expensive car and stuff I get bored to death. That’s a total turn off.

hotwifeblog: How many lovers have you had since becoming a hotwife?
Jenny: Between 2800 and 3000.

hotwifeblog: How many men have you had sex with at one time?
Jenny: I count each guy only once.

hotwifeblog: Have you ever tried a gangbang?
Jenny: Gang Bangs are my life, I had more gang bangs than most other women had hot meals. 2-3 guys are normal for me, I do that at least once a week. My biggest bang was in a club in Germany. A girlfriend and I had around 64 guys, I got fucked 34 times and swallowed cum until they dropped.

hotwifeblog: Does size matter to you?
Jenny: Sometimes it does, but I am not a size queen. I know that sounds weird. I had incredible fucks with small dick guys, on the other hand, I had shitty fucks with 13″ dicks. Sometimes I just crave a big one, most of the time average will do.

hotwifeblog: Do you have a preference of black or white lovers?
Jenny: No. As long as it is male and has a dick I probably will like it. I get asked often why I don’t turn into an all black slut? The answer is easy. I need it every day. Where I live there aren’t that many blacks. I can’t afford to go all black, I’d lose 65% of all my dicks. I can’t survive on black dicks only.

hotwifeblog: What clothes do you like to wear?
Jenny: I live in Florida, so most of the time weather is not an issue. I have all kind of clothes from dirt cheap Wal Mart stuff to custom made leather. My husband says no matter what I wear, I always look like a whore. My all time favored outfit is a skirt or long tube top made of stretch fabric or spandex. I am wearing these like dresses, no panties & bra, of course. If they have the right size they cover my boobs and come down right over my but. I am fully dressed but can change to “butt naked” within 1 second by pulling my boobs out and rolling it up. Perfect for flashing in cafes or for quickies in the restroom! I get lots of attention wearing this. Such an outfit looks sexy on a teenage girl, but imagine my 36 DDDDs in there, it’s a real chin dropper. A pair of sandals with not too high high heels are a perfect match for walking in public. Shoes are important, I have at least 60 pairs plus a shitload of boots and hooker shoes. In colder climates I tend to dress more decent. I once wore nothing but a fur coat and a pair of pumps on the streets of Berlin. I also have a custom made black cat suit with zippers in the crotch and over my tits. This has proven useful when I go to adult theaters. I normally wear combat boots with this. It matches the shady, gloomy atmosphere of big cities like NYC or Berlin in winter.

hotwifeblog: What is your favorite sexual act?
Jenny: Don’t laugh, its plain old missionary style fucking. If it is a line up fuck with me laying spread eagle and 10 guys lining up in front of me, waiting for their turn, I am in heaven.

hotwifeblog: Any fetishes you and your husband are into?
Jenny: We both love it when he gets to fuck me after another man has left a load in my cunt or my ass. But we have basically tried everything.

hotwifeblog: What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve tried?
Jenny: I have done it all, If I don’t do it it is not worth doing. Cum Play, Fucking Strangers, Big Dildos, Pissing, Assfucking, Gang Bang, Interracial, Flashing, Cuck Play, Breeding, just to name a few things. the kinkiest thing is probably too kinky to tell in public.

hotwifeblog: Do you have any bisexual tendencies?
Jenny: I have very few girlfriends. One of them is Natascha. She is a real beauty but also a totally different type than I am. She likes the same things, though. I enjoy doing things together with her and some other girls, but in general I like men better.

hotwifeblog: How do you find your lovers and partners?
Jenny: I have a web page (www.comedepot.com). The main purpose of the page is to find new sex partners. In this respect it is the best thing I ever did. My page furnishes me with a never ending supply of men.

hotwifeblog: What role does your husband play in your lifestyle?
Jenny: He is the steady part in our relationship. “The man makes the woman” he says, and I think he is right. It is very important for a slut to have a certain amount of safety and stability in her life. We mostly do gang bangs but go to swingers parties on certain occasions. He barely participates actively in the lifestyle. For every 500 men I get he probably gets one strange pussy, that’s the ratio. He takes pictures of me in action and joins in occasionally when he sees that the other guy is not doing such a great job satisfying me.

hotwifeblog: Do you have a hotwife/cuckold relationship with your husband?
Jenny: We don’t have a classical cuck/hot wife relationship but we do cuck role play.

hotwifeblog: Are you dominant or submissive at all?
Jenny: See, I don’t divide the world in doms and subs. Sometimes I love being in charge and do dominant things like treating sissy men, having my cum filled pussy eaten or do face sitting. On the other hand I also love being taken by men or groups of males like the slut I am.

hotwifeblog: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?
Jenny: Giving! No doubt about that.

hotwifeblog: Do you like to swallow?
Jenny: Hey, hey, hey! I always swallow, I am a lady of honor.

hotwifeblog: Have you ever received a creampie from a lover?
Jenny: Most of the time I get creampied when I have sex with other men, since I don’t like rubbers. I am a true cum slut and love cum everywhere.

hotwifeblog: Have you ever had anyone clean you up orally after receiving a creampie?
Jenny: As I said, I do make hubby clean me once in a while, especially after big bangs when my snatch is really filled with cum. There are also lots of guys out there who chase me to get an invitation to one of my bangs because they want to clean my holes after.

hotwifeblog: Have you ever received a multiple creampie from different guys?
Jenny: As I said above, I do enjoy getting fucked bareback by groups of males, having multiple sloppy penetrations and then getting my filthy holes licked clean.

hotwifeblog: Does your husband like to eat creampie?
Jenny: No, but I make him do it occasionally. I have done many things for him so I expect something in return. My husband loves sharing me with other men but he is not a cuck in the classical sense. Sometimes I do enjoy things like cream pie eating and face sitting, so I have to put a little bit of pressure behind it, to make him do these things. I love coming home from a girl’s night out, with my pussy loaded with strange cum and then squat over my hubby’s face to release a huge wad of sperm in his mouth. It makes me feel even more slutty and nasty.

hotwifeblog: What’s your biggest fantasy?
Jenny: I want a 40″ Motor Home RV and travel the USA. I want to do at least one gang bang in each state. I have been planning this for a long time but it hasn’t transpired yet. Both, hubby and I were willing to take a year off from work to make it come true. We found out that it still would be very expensive, calculating the cost for the RV, gas, hotel rooms etc. so we haven’t done it yet. Since I don’t want to charge the guys for a bang we were thinking about finding a sponsor. We’ll see.

hotwifeblog: Tell us about one of your recent hotwife experiences?
Jenny: Well, my most impressive experience in the past couple of months was that I ended up knocked up again, after so many guys were shooting freely in my unprotected pussy. And,…don’t ask me who the daddy is.

hotwifeblog: What hobbies do you have outside of the lifestyle?
Jenny: Gardening, designing and sewing clothes and riding our motor bike.

hotwifeblog: What advice would you give to couples thinking of trying out the hotwife lifestyle?
Jenny: My husband has written a booklet about the practical aspects of this, it’s published on my page. He is the expert. I personally think you have to life your life not in the past and not in the future, but NOW. As long as your activities do not hurt other people, do it, no matter what it is. If you are thinking about getting into the hot wife life style, just do it! Do it now, not tomorrow or in 10 years.

hotwifeblog: What plans do you have for your website for the future?
Jenny: My page is an amateur page with genuine real life content only. The page is a bit arkward as far as design goes, but I am reluctant to get one of these perfectly designed flash animated pages. I think it might kill the charm my page has. Apart from that it is the content that counts. The next thing I am going to do is creating an online store for my movies, people keep hounding me for movies.

hotwifeblog: What are you and your husband’s plans for the future regarding your hotwifing?
Jenny: I am pregnant right now, and hornier than ever. This means 5 more months filled with preggo sex.

Thanks Jenny, time for me to take a cold shower I think ;)

Jenny Seemore

Visit Jenny’s incredible site comedepot.com here

Interviewed by Trash


January 4, 2014

How it all began

As I’m away for the next week, sunning it up in Thailand. I’m going to be posting a few posts worthy or a re-look. Normal service will resume then. Hope everyone had an amazing New Year.


How It All Began - Email from a UK reader of the blog.


I first checked out hotwifeblog.com a year ago after reading an interview with the exquisite Daisy in a couples magazine. During the interview she referred to the site as a good place to go for erotic true stories. Well, she would, wouldn’t she? But, hey! I’m very glad she did.

Given that I am married to a shameless slut who has been cuckolding me for twenty years, it will come as no surprise that I have read the regular submissions to the site with great interest. Many of the scenarios described and feelings expressed are, of course, familiar to me.

As an avid diarist and record keeper, I am able to convey the details of my life as a trollop’s husband with great precision. So here’s some background and a few stat’s.

We have been married for twenty-nine years. Prior to our marriage we had been an item for three years. During those three years and for the first nine years of our marriage she never had sex of any kind with any other man. (Believe me, I would have come to know by now had it been otherwise.) Two years into our marriage I first suggested to my wife that she might enjoy having an extramarital affair. (The thrill of being a cuckold has been my greatest sexual turn-on since some experiences involving a previous girlfriend back in my teens. But more of that later, perhaps.) My wife thought the notion so preposterous that she couldn’t even be said to have been shocked. I revisited the same theme now and again over the ensuing years. At some point, naturally, she came to realise I was serious. Knowing full well that I am pretty unconventional in many respects, she still was not shocked. Nevertheless she remained reluctant. More than reluctant. Immovably opposed to the idea. As a result, my occasional attempts to cajole her were scarce and, I suppose, resignedly half-hearted. Then, seven years into this fitful and unpromising campaign, I had a piece of luck.

My wife became very friendly with one of her work colleagues, a girl some few years younger than us. The young lady was quite ambitious and thought herself to be in a dead-end job. I happened to have an executive vacancy in my company which seemed to suit her and for which she was suited. I interviewed her and took her on. She turned out to be quite a gem and soon became a valuable deputy of mine. We also became very close friends. We never had a sexual relationship but we were very open with one another on a personal level and she was fascinated by my frustrated desires regarding my wife’s promiscuity - or, rather, the lack of it. The two women continued to be good friends but the three of us very rarely met up all together. These were two quite separate relationships. And there was no hidden agenda in that. It’s simply that one, albeit very close, was very much work-based, while the other, although originally work-based, was now entirely social.

One day, in the office, during one of our occasional conversations regarding my cherished fantasy, our mutual friend decided to ’spill some beans’. She had hinted to me on previous occasions that maybe my wife was not as rigorously faithful as I believed her to be. But this opinion was always voiced in such a way as to suggest an intuition, rather than anything she actually knew for certain. Now she chose to give me some proof. A few days earlier the two of them had been out on the town and evidently ended up ‘well-oiled’. Tongue loosened by the booze, no doubt, my wife had confessed to some events which had occurred a few weeks earlier on another boozy evening when she and a few of her colleagues had hit a wine-bar after work and it had turned into a lengthy session.

I knew exactly the evening that she was referring to and remembered it, from my point of view, quite well. My wife had been given a lift home by one of her bosses, a hunky, bespectacled New Yorker in the ‘Clark Kent’ mould - highly intelligent, very successful in business, very confident and a thoroughly personable guy whom I had met briefly once or twice before. She had invited him in for a coffee. It was about midnight and I was on the verge of going to bed but stayed up to have a coffee with them. We had chatted about nothing much in particular for about half an hour and then he went on his way. Now, here’s the bit of which I had had not the slightest inkling at the time and which I now learned from my informant.

Apparently, he had pulled his car in a little way up the road a good half an hour before they had come into the house. During that time they had been stuck into a long and full-on snogging session. What’s more, she had made no bones about telling our girl friend that, if I had not been at home, she would probably have brought him into the house and gone all the way.

Those of you who visit this site will know exactly how I felt upon receipt of that information.

It would be overly scrupulous to take the view that our friend was betraying my wife’s confidence in revealing these details. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew enough to be absolutely certain that she was doing both of us a favour with what she had told me.

Needless to say, I instantly ramped up my persuasive campaign and prodded away at the issue with renewed zeal, extolling the potential virtues of extramarital adventurism at any appropriate moment. Whilst she still did not exactly embrace the idea wholeheartedly, I now found her responses to the topic to be more pliant than before. It might be that, with my newly acquired knowledge of her capacity to be seduced, I was now interpreting those responses in a different light. But I don’t think so. It’s more likely that her attitude to the possibilities had shifted, maybe as a result of that very experience with the boss - however tame and inconclusive it may have been. One way or another, if I suggested that a night of passion with another man could be fun, instead of saying something like: “Oh, don’t be silly!”, she was now coming back with comments along the lines of: “I suppose it could!”

Encouraging, but still noncommittal. And before long I came to realise why. Now that I was pushing the case harder and more often, I was receiving a wider variety of objections. Eventually I think I was given the real one. Without stating it in so many words, she made me aware that her main fear involved the possibility of one specific repercussion: that if she were to play around, I might feel I had carte blanche to do the same.

My wife is and always has been a head-turningly beautiful woman. I found it quite absurd that she should ‘fear the competition’. But I sensed I was on the verge of success in this campaign and I chose to take a calculated gamble. Six years previously I had engaged in a clandestine affair with a woman whom I had met through business. And I elected to confess the matter to my wife at this precipitous stage of the game. The affair had been very hot and, indeed, very intense and I was lucky to have remained undetected. But, after three months, it fizzled out pretty well as rapidly as it had ignited. You may think that my confession, six years on, was a high risk strategy. But I was confident that she would consider our relationship as being too strong to be threatened by an event so far back in the past. And, of course, I knew that her own recent inclinations in a similar situation would have to play a part in her thinking, even if she chose not to confess them.

It turned out that she had never had the slightest suspicion of my brief infidelity. She pretended to be shocked and hurt, but she wasn’t very convincing. Without question there was a new light in her eye. It is clear that she was also perfectly ready to accept my assurance that I had never strayed on any other occasion, before or since. (Which is only fair, because it is perfectly true.) This had the desired effect of bolstering her confidence rather than shaking it. She wasn’t out for a ‘revenge fuck’ exactly. That wouldn’t stack up, given that she knew it was precisely what I wanted. It was more of a case of ‘what’s good for the goose. . . .’

Only a week or so later she went out with a girlfriend to a nightclub. They both pulled. And they both got laid. That’s how the last twenty years of our marriage kicked off. And the game gathered pace very quickly.

Here are the stat’s. During the course of those twenty years I have had sex with seven women other than my wife (two of them at swingers’ parties, four of them as a result of at-home wife-swapping evenings with other couples and one ‘visiting massage’ which my wife kindly bought me for my birthday a few years back). Over the same period of time my wife has fucked one hundred and fifteen different guys. Some of them regular, long-term lovers, others one-night stands. And that doesn’t include the four clients whom she serviced whilst working as an escort for a couple of months. (We didn’t need the money. It was just for the fun of it.) If you add those, and the six boys with whom she had sexual relationships before we met, plus me, that gives her a grand total of 126 men inside her. So far.

We are now just into our fifties and my wife’s enthusiasm for cock and insistence on variety show no signs of abating.

I have many diary entries in which comprehensive details of my wife’s activities are recorded and, should there be some interest from other visitors to the site, I would be happy to share these with the hotwife community. Such as the time when, after she’d picked up some bloke in a bar and brought him home, I peered round the edge of the door to my study to see them just inside our bedroom doorway at the other end of the landing, french kissing, her skirt hitched up, his hands all over her arse and her blouse completely undone, indicating that he’d already been at her fabulous tits. Or the time when we’d had a friend of ours over to dinner and I brought some after-dinner drinks into the living room to find her whispering and giggling into his ear on the sofa, eventually looking at me through eyes already misting over with lust and saying: “Sorry! We’re leaving you!”, before whisking him off upstairs for the night. Or the time when, by prior arrangement, three fit Greek lads burst through the front door, tied me to a chair, tore my wife’s dress and knickers to shreds and proceeded to do her in all holes, eventually finishing her off with a torrential bukkake. Or the time when. . . but I’m running ahead of myself. Let me know what you think.

Submitted by: Hornwearer - Herts, UK


January 2, 2014

New Year Creampie

Who better to see in the New Year than filthy UK dogging slut Rachel


Went to see a brand new member last night. He wanted me to walk into his house, to find him naked on the kitchen side, strip off naked in front of him and then gobble and suck on his cock!

I did exactly that, walked in to find this horny guy stark bollock naked on his work surface I stripped off naked in front of him to just my black silk panties and without saying a word I went over and took his cock into my mouth.

Sucking on his nice fat cock until he was nice and hard and ready to fuck me, he jumped down off the side, bent me over and pulled down my panties. He thrust his fingers up my soaking wet cunt hole and then rammed his hot rod deep inside me and fucked me without mercy until he spewed his full hot sticky load deep inside me.

Taking a nice creampie pic before pulling up my panties, getting dressed and walking away and ALL without saying a single word.

Rach xxx







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