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January 19, 2011

Cherida’s voyeur games

UK Cuckoldress Cherida writes into us again. It’s great to hear from you again Cherida.

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I submitted a story to you last year having found your site and at that time being new to the whole scene the cuckolding thing was then all very experimental. Since then I have experienced a couple of very erotic encounters.

My first article described that while I am away on business I stay in touch with home (husband) through skype and vice versa when my husband is away. The first article was me describing just what my husband got to watch while he was away and I was still at home, but not alone..

Well now the cuckolding thing has taken a few steps on from there. I have had my husband find and organise a rendezvous with a stranger with a view to him fucking me. This happened towards the end of last summer and was all very exciting and worked out far beyond my expectations.

More recently out of the blue came a blast from my past. Up until Christmas we were enjoying erotic rendezvous via skype with my husband watching my exploits plus 2 more encounters with the stranger. Of the blast from the past, he is an ex who I had a very passionate affair with about 10/12 years ago. Now I haven’t seen him for about 10 years but we picked up from where we left off enjoying a few chats on the phone and online, during these chats we gradually eased the conversation towards some of our past exploits. I could sense he was testing the water to see what my reaction was going to be, naturally I was encouraging.
David the ex boyfriend doesn’t know my, now husband. So 3 weeks ago during a telephone chat, having still not met again. We agreed to meet up, David was very enthusiastic and wanted to do it sooner rather than later. However I was going to be away for a couple of days and then our diaries got frustratingly complicated.

2 days ago we finally met up. We both remembered a very nice intimate pub by the river Thames here in London. Now David didn’t know anything about my husband and certainly not that my husband knew all about him contacting me and now meeting me, This was 2 sides of the cuckold scene that I love to play with. I think most men would freak out if they knew there was full disclosure, they prefer to fuck a mans wife behind his back. Anyway we wont digress in to the fragility of the average male mind.

I arranged the time to be after work but before the evening rush at the pub, so it should have been fairly quiet. I went there the evening before with my husband to set up the lye of the land and a suitable place for my husband to sit where he could watch us. The evening came and the table I had selected was free, being in an alcove with a big vertical beam creating a rather private corner. Some 20 feet away was a similar place but with stools and not low comfortable seating. David arrived and came straight over, big hugs and kisses like long lost strangers do, including a subtle squeeze of my bum but was wonderfully in full view of husband. We then sat and chatted catching up on news of each others goings on. David was also married with 2 boys and a wife who was even less interested in sex than when I knew him. All the while we were chatting my husband was watching on while pretending to be reading the paper.

Slowly but surely our conversation got more and more personal, we teased and got each other aroused. I began to stroke the inside of David’s leg, making sure my husband had a good view. The pub was now busier which made our subtle caressing easier and less likely to be seen as we were out of everyone’s general eye line. Gradually I moved higher until I could feel the stiffness of his cock through his trousers. ‘I hope your planning to do something with this I asked him?’ ‘Oh yes’ came the reply. I smiled taking his hand and guiding it under my skirt so he could feel just how much I wanted him to be fucking me. Unbeknown to me at this stage, and later enlightened by my husband there was another guy sitting in the pub on his own who also spotted what was going on and clearly got aroused by it. Having pushed our touching to our comfort level limit and having established that we were both gagging for it, I suggested that as my husband was away that he should take me home. So we got up to leave, in the previous nights planning I had organised my husband to be prepared and move quickly when this looked like happening. It was my husbands duty to rush back to ours and hide himself in our wardrobe which had already been made ready for him to spend a good couple of hours while he watched David through a small gap in the doors fucking and using me.

When David and I arrived at our place there was no sign of my husband, ‘good boy I thought’.. David couldn’t wait and was at me as soon as we got through the door. By the time we got to the bedroom my skirt and jacket were already off revealing my lovely underwear which he really enjoyed and stoked coaxing me on even more. I was wonderfully aware whilst falling back onto the bed that my husband was only feet away watching every movement as I was probed and explored by my ex lover unable to move or make a sound. I knew David would enjoy the underwear and he proceeded to kiss and lick me all over it taking the odd moment out to catch his breath while clearly getting more and more aroused and starting to talk very dirty to me as I remember him doing that before as he got nearer and nearer to cumming. After our years of not seeing each other he didn’t seem any the less able of showing his appreciation.

Ever the cautious David he paused a moment to slip on a condom before sliding his now very throbbing cock deep inside me. Oh did he feel good, that slightly different feeling with every man especially David with his curved cock. The sliding accelerated into banging with lots of very dirty talk. All the filthy fantasies and feelings he can never say to his wife, then banging gave way to a heavier more urgent pounding calling me every whore like name under the sun. I managed to slow him to prolong the ecstasy of the moment, I too had learnt a thing or two since we had last had sex, I am enjoying my sex much more now than ever I did. I got him to go down on me again and lick me lots, while it was my turn to talk filthy to him. WOW, what a reaction that had! What a turn on as he rose from licking me like a man possessed and more rampant than ever. My dirty talking to him had really touched a nerve, more than I had ever hoped for or imagined. He loved me asking him to ‘fuck my cunt’ , ‘use me’ , ‘fuck me like the whore that I am’ and much more.

While he was coming back up to me I had my hand between my legs flicking my clit and waiting for his cock to slid around there. As he did I started to talk about wanting his spunk on me and in me. Sticking my tongue in his ear while I talked seemed to flip him over the edge as I could feel him urgently pulling the condom off. Now I had him, raw skin on skin riding me, both of us now soaked with hot sweat. He pushed into me with what seemed all the force he could muster, it was hard and getting faster and faster. I remembered he was a good fuck and this was really confirming it. I could feel myself rising to the occasion to getting to the very edge of cumming, just as he exploded squirting his lovely load into me and moments later sliding out of me and still cumming sprayed my pussy with lots of cum.

David rolled onto his back beside me panting and gasping saying that it was the best fuck he could remember in ages. I laid there with legs wide apart allowing my husband a full view of my very wet and full cunt. David, ever keen and ever the gentleman revived enough to go again and even made me cum and filling me for a second time. My husband stayed in that cupboard with a hard on for over two and half hours. Lol. Then he got his just deserts, I then enjoyed it all over again as I held his head between my legs and came as he licked me before I let him up to fuck me as well. A wonderful reunion that I think will happen again, and again.

Cherida

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January 17, 2011

Jinxypie’s DP Fun

An exciting post today. Exclusive for Hotwife Blog, one of my favourite hotwives, the gorgeous Jinxypie recounts a recent erotic experience involving some sexual experimentation with a Bull.

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There’s a guy that I see pretty regularly, one of my favorite bulls. This guy and I really have a fun time when we’re together. After seeing each other for over a year and a half, I guess you could say we’ve really learned what the other likes! We talk a lot about trying new things, too. This guy has so much on his ‘To-Do’ list it isn’t funny! I would like to say I have knocked a few things off that list though.

One day we were chatting and he brings up the idea of using one of my toys for some DP action. Not being into anal, I shot that idea down, but not totally. I’m not an idiot, I know that a person’s preferences change over time, and who knows? It may not be too long before I love DP situations! Getting back on track though, I liked the idea of having my bull and a toy at the same time. I suggested I bring a couple toys when we met again, but that I can have both in my pussy. He seemed amused at the thought, his next words were something like “I’ve been inside there. No way it can stretch that far.” To which I smugly said “Then let’s try it out. I know my body, I know what I can do… now I want to show you!”

Fast forward a couple days, and it’s time to get busy. I arrive and set up my cameras, lay out the lube and my toys, then get dressed. He arrives not too long after that, and we chit-chat for a bit. I show him the two toys I chose, a small glass dildo and my purple dildo. The glass dildo was just too small, I told him it’s mostly for show since I love the way a glass dildo looks. The purple one, however, was more pleasing - not to mention bigger than the glass one. He knew it was the one I wanted, I didn’t want to let go of it.

He starts to rub my ass and my pussy as I was standing, and he could feel I was already wet. I crawled on top of him in a 69 position, so I could get right to pleasing his cock. He had some fun fingering and licking my pussy in the mean time, then decided just to hold my hair back and let me work some magic. Before too long, he reached over to grab my purple cock-shaped friend and I lay down on my back, spreading my legs real wide so he could test my toy out in my pussy. I nearly came when he put his tongue on my clit while fucking my pussy with the dildo. He raised to his knees and I sat up to pull his dick into my mouth again. I love the feeling of one in my mouth, one in my pussy. It should happen more often ;) He then had me clean my juices off the dildo. How hot is that? I went back to focusing on the blowjob… worshipping his cock like it was my new-found religion.

He flipped me onto my back and decided my pussy needed to feel his big hard dick. Who am I to complain?! I threw my legs into the air and took his big cock as deep and as hard as he could thrust. After enjoying the warmth of my slippery pussy for a few minutes, he reaches over for my purple dildo, and gives me a sly grin. While his cock is sliding in and out of my very wet cunt, he starts working the other cock in. I’m moaning so loudly! It feels SO GOOD to have two cocks in my pussy! That’s a feeling I could really get used to! After double-fucking me for a while, I beg him for a dick to suck on. Toy comes out for a while, and I get to enjoy my bull’s cock. I open my mouth and enjoy the taste of my cum all over his shaft, licking and teasing the head of his cock. He can tell that I’m extremely horny, so ready for more fucking. I climb on top of his dick, bouncing up and down, cumming harder and harder each time. He again flips me to my back and shoves the dildo in my hot wet pussy, causing my body to shudder with yet another orgasm. He enjoyed using the purple cock to control me, causing me to beg for more. I wanted to feel full again, I wanted both cocks inside of me. He gladly gave me just what I wanted… and I continued to soak both of those dicks with my orgasms.

By the end of the night, we were both completely drained. Very satisfied, but exhausted. I gave him a sly grin, and said ‘Told ya I could take it!’ We both laughed, knowing next time we’d try something more kinky.

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January 15, 2011

Miss B’s daddy

The gorgeous Miss B has been in touch again with another of her beautifully written fantasies. Such a hot read. Please come back and see us soon Miss B. You can check out her excellent blog here. If you missed her first post ‘Bathroom Fuck’ you can check it out here.

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~Dedicated to Joshua~

I think of him a lot. No, not my husband… giggles. The rub-your-thighs-together-while-biting-your-lip, sexy man I chat with online who I call daddy. He makes me hot, which is not that unusual for a sex kitten like me, but he also makes me blush. I have found myself hurrying home to join him online and when he’s excited to hear from me, I become giddy, totally fitting the part of a smitten, little girl.

Wait! Do not confuse this in any way with feelings of love. It’s all about the way he excites me. The way he talks to me, the way he demands things of me, the things he demands, all of it, that I love. I love being his slut. I love being abused by him. I love his attention when I’m being praised and, I’ll let you in on a secret, love it when I’m being punished too. (Wanting to reassure my fans, I want to clarify: he is the only source I have for this humiliation / adoration combo and I like it like that. I am trying to make it as a mistress after all.)

When I’m chatting online with him, he makes my heart beat faster, my breath come slower and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together constantly. Often I’ll look down and realize I’m topless and fondling myself. I’m so deeply involved in my fantasy, I’ll have no recollection of how I got half-naked, nipples erect, clit tingling. I always end up admitting these self-indulgences to him but for my own benefit, naturally. I want to be told how to touch myself, what to think about, when and how to cum. I want him to control my actions. I want to lick my fingers, tease my nipples and circle my clit because he told me to…

The other night, I made my husband Derek use my vibrator on me. That’s nothing new, I’ve had him fuck me with dildos lots of times and damnit, if he isn’t better at it than I am! Usually, as I get close to cumming, I tell him how much more superior my dildo is over his cock. And really, it is in many ways. It is far superior to anything that doesn’t require a battery. It’s the “Rabbit Pearl Vibrator” supposedly featured on “Sex and the City.” The combination of Derek’s pained face, his erection bobbing against his stomach, and the master of all vibrators can make me cum in mere minutes exploding into wave after wave of orgasm. But last night was different. I lay back on the couch, my knees draped to either side of my pretty pink cunt. I titled my hips upwards and eased my thick purple dildo into my tight hole. I watched Derek sitting on the other side of the couch, his mouth salivating. He can’t take his eyes off my fuckhole swallowing the veined, pulsating cock.

I ridiculed him for wearing clothes in my presence (even though I hadn’t ordered him to get naked; I just like to fuck with him constantly.) He started to stutter, decided against speaking and stripped quickly. I showed him how he was to thrust my dildo into me and then slowly pull it out while the vibrating bunny ears rub across my swollen clit.

He took it from my hand and continued pumping me in this way, with his eyes lowered, concentrating on what he was doing like a good boy. I told him he wasn’t allowed to speak because, “it makes it so much more difficult for me to imagine I am fucking someone else when you’re whimpering.” I explained I was thinking about my online daddy. “I want to imagine it’s his cock filling me up,” I said. I recognized the look of pained pleasure on his face and Derek nodded, silently. I told him with his other hand he could stroke himself. His eyes lit up, quickly flicked to my face, then back to my pussy. Eagerly, he grabbed his cock. I further explained there would be certain conditions. I told him I wanted him to cum for my pleasure, not his. He was being allowed to orgasm solely because it would me to get off.

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I’m getting really fucking turned on. Aren’t you? Well, lucky for me, my devoted Derek is folding laundry and watching football in the bedroom. I’m going to have him finger me before finishing his Sunday chores…

Whew. That’s better. It took me like less than 5 minutes to get off just now, seriously. Damn, I work myself up so much when writing. Ok, where was I?

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Derek was allowed to cum, but only once I start to orgasm. He is to shower my creamy breasts in warm goopy spurts, pretending he is my online daddy painting his property with his cum. My eyes open briefly. “Do you understand?” Another silent nod. I smile, satisfied with him and pleased with myself. I close my eyes and begin my fantasy.

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It’s mid-afternoon. The shades are drawn, but filtered sunlight floods the living room. We are on the carpeted living room floor. You have positioned me, coaxing and encouraging the entire time. “Now, you may be a little embarrassed at first, but just remember, I know what is best for my pretty girl.” You give me a quick kiss on my clit, swollen and protruding from my bald pussy lips. I shiver. From a seated position, you pull my hips out from under me. You instruct me to lean back on my elbows and place my feet flat on the floor. You kneel in front of me and put your hands on my knees. “My shy baby girl…I’m going to need to open your legs.” You ease my knees apart slowly, gently. “That’s it. Show me that sweet, smooth pussy.” He notices the slick sheen of my cunt. “Oh, it looks like daddy’s little girl isn’t as uncomfortable as she lets on.” I gulp, turning red. (He has barely touched me and yet I am as wet as a horny teenager!) You were right; I’m embarrassed.

“You are so hungry for me; aren’t you?” he asked. “I don’t even think your juicy cunt needs preparation for my big daddy cock. Bring that fuckhole over here.”
You grab hold of me on either side of my hips. Your hands wrap around my lower back and abruptly pull me towards you. Your face has changed. No long charming, gentle or accommodating, you look mad. “Get that fucking pussy over here so I can show you what a slut like you is good for. I’ve had enough of you acting like such a tease.”

Maybe you really are mad. You pull apart my pussy lips with your thumbs; hands still cupped under my ass and hurl your cock into my slick, needy cunt. I want you hard and deep, but your first thrust takes me by surprise. My breath catches like someone punched me in the stomach and my eyes start to tear up. “That’s right you little slut, you’re not used to such a big cock having its way with you; are you?” You pull out of me slowly, watching your huge dick re-emerge with my sweet pink pussy lips wrapped tightly around it. You begin rubbing my clit with your thumb and my eyelids flutter as my eyes roll back due to the excruciating pleasure.

You thrust into me again, hard and deep. “What are you?” you demand of me. I am confused. I am a Libra, I think to myself, but I know that’s not the answer you’re seeking. You thrust into me again, harder, deeper, and ease your cock out painfully slowly. Just as you have almost pulled out, again you thrust your hips forward and force your cock as deeply into me as you can. Jammed deep in my cunt, holding me up with your hands, you begin to rock your hips ever so slightly, pulsing your cock inside me. You force my fuckhole to stretch to the size of your swollen dick. “What are you?” you repeat, while hovering over me.

Oh goddamn! My cunt is seizing, gripped around your cock, trying to get as much of you as I can inside my swollen pussy. Ok, what was the question? I couldn’t think. “Who am I?” No. “What Am I?” I’m trying to concentrate. Really, I am. I’m trying to think of what I am to you. And it hits me like an epiphany. But, I don’t want to say it out loud. My face must have given me away, because then you wrap your arms around my lower torso, lifting me to align with your cock and slide further inside me. “What are you?” Your voice is soft and playful again. You begin circling your hips, cock still thrust deep inside your shy sweet pretty girl. I begin to whimper. “Lift your ass up just a little bit for daddy.” Your voice is husky, guttural. “That’s my good girl.” I melt. “I’m your slut,” I whisper. “What’s that?” Of course, you make me repeat it. You circle your hips wider and start to slide your cock easily in and out of my slick, needy cunt.

You are loving every minute of this. No longer are you mad or sweet to me, instead you are smirking as you continue to grind your hips into mine. Your cock, slippery wet, dips in and out of my tightly clenched fuckhole. “You love being my slut. Say it.” I purse my lips; I am stubborn. You freeze in mid-grind of your hips. “Do you want me to stop?” You’re taunting me. “Oh god, no. Please don’t stop” I manage to whimper. “Well then?” You’re still in mid-grind, unmoving.

I’m pouting for a second before I look up at you from under my eyelashes, resolved to admit it if that meant I could continue getting fucked. “I am your slut. You own me. I want to worship your cock.” I am now sobbing loudly. “Are you ready to cum all over daddy’s cock?” “Oh god, yes!” I’m almost crying. “Ok, be a good girl and cum for your daddy.” I am panting. I am whining. My legs are shaking noticeably. “Be a good slut for daddy and soak his cock with your cum.” “Oh godddddd.” I cum loudly, coating your cock with my pretty girl juices. I am unaware of everything but you fucking me on my living room floor. I’m thrashing, hips bucking and vaguely aware that I am screaming loudly.

… I feel warm semen splash against my tits. I open my eyes. Derek is still gently pumping me and I realize what it is I am still crying out:

“Oh yes. Please make me cum, daddy.”

Miss B

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January 13, 2011

Another Member Creampie

Some New Year cheer sent in from Hotwife slut Ruthie

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Hi Trash, I just wanted to write ya and let you know that I’m wishing you and your wife a great 2011, and also update ya on the Black cock I’ve been getting… hehehe.

One of members contacted me recently and we arranged to meet at a motel. He happened to be black which made my day as I love getting strange black cocks. I got naked for him and he sucked my nipples. Then I sat on the bed and licked and sucked his hard cock. His black cock tasted so good in my mouth that my pussy was soaking wet just thinking about feeling him inside me. I laid on the bed and spred my legs. He got between them and pushed his bare black cock in my pussy and fucked me like a nasty whore. We fucked for a long time in lots of positions. Then it came, he rammed his long black cock all the way up inside me and began squirting my pussy full of his cum. After he pulled out I got some of his cum from my pussy on my fingers and licked it off like a good little whore hehehe.

I love my members!

Baby Ruthie
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January 11, 2011

Last Nights Pillow Talk

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My wife fucked a black man last night

So for some time, a mutual black friend of ours has been very interested in fucking my wife. Things in our relationship have somewhat rocky at times, and at some point I had suggested we try an open relationship. She told me she wants to work on “us” before we start introducing others into the equation.

Last night she went to a club with some friends, and our friend Q was there. At 2am, my wife called me and asked

Her: “Is it okay if I go back to Q’s house?”
I couldn’t believe she was asking me

me: “Sure hon, how are you going to get back tonight, or tomorrow?” (She had ridden with a friend up there)
her: “I’m not really sure.”
me: “Well, I mean I dunno…”

At this point I heard giggling and her exclaim “Ahhh that’s cold!”
her: “okay I gotta go” (click)

I had been talking with her about fucking a black guy for a while, but I figured it probably wouldn’t ever happen

I sent her a txt : “Can you at least let me listen. It would be really hot to hear you fucking him”

her: “Ill try”

After masturbating 3 times wondering where she was, and when she was coming home, she finally arrived around 4am. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were rosy and glowing. She had a huge grin on her face, and giggled like a school girl with a big black secret when I saw her. I kissed her, and I could taste musk of cock, heavy on her breath. I said “You taste like cock” and she smiled and said “Who me? no..”

We smoked a cigarette, and I asked her how the night went, tactfully avoiding talking about Q at first. I asked her about the show, and how her other friends were. She’s lost a bit of weight and looks really sexy as she has huge milky tits because she’s breastfeeding.

Finally she said: “a lot of guys hit on me tonight”
me: “that’s because you look so sexy hon”
her: “I need to take a shower, I am so exhausted. Incidentally, Q sweats a lot”
me: “…ok?”
her: “I fucked him for an hour and a half”

My cock got hard at this point

me: “Lets go upstairs”

We went to our room, and I took off my clothes
me: “I thought you would call me”
her: “I was kind of caught up in the moment”
me: “can I eat your pussy?”
her: “sure, but its probably going to taste like condom”

I tore off her pants, and said “so what happened?” as I dove my face into her pussy. She was still wet, and I could taste the latex on her clit and her hot lovebox. It made me flush with desire.

her: “We got to his house, and basically tore our clothes off right away.”
me: “how did you like his cock? was it big? was he bigger than me?”

I’m about 7 inches, so it’s not like I’m hurting in the cock department.

her: “He was about a half inch longer, and about as thick. I was hoping it would be thicker. We started 69ing.” She shoved my face into her pussy and said “You need to give him some pussy eating tips though.”
me: “Did you like sucking his black cock? Did you do a good job?”
her: “mmm yea it was tasty. I know how to suck a cock baby. He really liked the way I did that. You trained me to suck cock well babe. He commented saying how well you’ve trained me to suck cock. You just wanna fuck me don’t you?”

I was so horny. I grabbed a condom and started putting it on while I continued to lick her pussy

her: “He really liked slapping me in the face with his dick”
me: “did you like that?”
her: “It turned me on so much to have his big black cock slapping my face while I sucked it”

At this point I put my cock into her. I could tell my cock wasn’t the first inside her tonight. I started rocking in and out of her wet pussy.

me: “so then what happened?”
her: “I climbed on top of his big cock. He’s a bit more built than you, so I didn’t need to put a pillow under his ass like with you. Huhn, I think I should try fucking him standing up since he’s so tall”

She’s already planning on the next time she will fuck him.

me: “Yea?”
her: “Yea, mmm, I started riding his cock, just riding him and riding him. I did that a lot.”
me: “How many times did you cum?”
her: “I have no idea, so many times. Every time I was on top I came a couple times, and we did fuck for like an hour and a half. Can we stop?”

I pulled out of her

her: “I’m just really tired”

Too tired to fuck me, she’d gotten it good.

me: “Did you just want to jerk me off?”
her: “is that ok?”
me: “Yea sure”

She laid down next to me and kept spilling her dirty secrets while I stroked my hard cock my head and emotions in an erotic frenzy.

her: “I did that thing you told me to do where I rotated my hips and grinded his cock when I was riding him. He really liked that a lot. My pussy was so wet”
me: “(barely able to talk) uh… uhuhn”
her: “I squirted him with milk from my tits when I was cumming. He said I’ve never had that happen before. He played with my big tits and squeezed them and sucked on them while we fucked.”
me: “…mmm…”
her: “When he got on top he would tell me to say fuck me harder, over and over. His cock thrusted into me while I moaned “fuck me harder”, and he would pick up the pace with his cock and really fuck my little pussy”
me: “Mmmph, yea. Did you like fucking his big black dick?”
her: “Yes, it was really fucking good. He definitely knows how to fuck, it was so hot”
me: “Yea? You want to fuck his big black cock again?”

She almost looked at me as if I had asked if the sky was blue

her: “Oh yes, absolutely”

This was so incredibly hot for me. Here was my wife, the woman I love, not only telling me how much she enjoyed cheating on me with a black man, but that she was going to do it again! Plus she was too tired to even fuck me now, and I wasn’t even mad, I was sitting there jerking my little cock just listening to her sexy tale of debauchery.

her: “When he came at the end in my pussy, I came with him”

At this point I stopped and looked at her
me: “Will you… tell me what you liked about him better? Like in a degrading way?”
her: “Uhm, well, but that’s mean”
me: “But it would really turn me on”
her: “Well… okay.” She got a little grin on her face
her: “I really loved his broad shoulders, they were so big and built…”

Q used to be a football player in high school, and is over 6 feet tall.
She paused.

me: “Great, so now tell me what you don’t like about me in comparison”

She hesitated and said “I really loved his dark broad shoulders, not like your scrawny little whiteboy body”

My cock was rock hard now, this is what I had wanted her to say, and She kept going.
“I loved riding his thick black cock, not like your little dick”
“I loved that his cock stayed rock hard the whole time, it never got even a little soft like you sometimes do”
“I liked that he could take his big black hands and wrap them around my huge tits. He could get them entirely into his hands, and he would hold onto them with his big hands and squeeze them while he fucked me. Your little hands can’t even grab them all”

It’s true, her hands are actually even a little bigger than mine.

“I like how he could fuck me really hard and not cum like you”

I came all over my hands. I can’t wait until she fucks him again.

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January 7, 2011

My Orders

Get your reading glasses on, this is a bit of an epic but well worth the read. Mike has been instructed to by his wife to post this account of one of his first cuckolding experiences. I hope it’s the first of many stories Mike is ‘made’ to share with us.

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Hello, my name is Mike. A while back my wife posted a “true-confession” story on here. You can read that here.

I must admit that it was quite eye-opening for me, as in this post, she actually confessed to doing some things behind my back with one of her former Lovers. Yes, we are into what many are now calling the “Cuckold” lifestyle…

At the time we didn’t know, (or, more aptly put I guess, based on her “true-confession”, I didn’t know…), that’s what we were doing. I say I didn’t know because I thought we had some ground rules that we had mutually agreed upon.. But apparently we were not in entire agreement. I cannot say her true confession surprises me, as there have been lots of indicators in the years that we have been together and “playing” that things might be different than I thought. And I am embarrassed (though forced – by her ) to admit, that I find even her betrayal of me, and the lies or the things done behind my back, to be incredibly hot! Such is the lot of a truly submissive cuckold I guess…

Anyway, we have been together and playing for awhile. And we have had many adventures, some one-night-stands, and some very special friends that stayed around a bit longer. And the driving force, or so I had always thought, before I read her confession, was my submissive ‘slave’ type fantasies. Which is why I am writing right now. You see, once again we are ‘playing; and my lovely wife is my Mistress. And she, believing turnabout is fair play, has ordered me to share a story with you all, just as she has.

However she gave me a couple caveats.

1) I cannot lie or embellish
2) I must use my real name (In her story she used my real name and that of Her Lover’s Rick – though not Hers… It’s good to be in charge I suppose)
3) I must admit to whatever feeling I had during the story I relate, whether embarrassing, humiliating or not (Actually I am guessing she means especially if they are embarrassing/humiliating..)

Thank God she did not dictate what story I have to relate to you.

I am sure that after reading her true confession, some of you may want to hear more about Rick. For me, I would rather not have to go into it. Suffice it to say that though we have ‘played’ with many people through the years, and though my wife has had many “Lovers”… None were quite like Rick, I’m sorry – Master Rick – as I am forced to refer to Him. You see, He is definitely something “special”. And to be quite honest, for reasons which should be apparent from Her story and many others, He really does intimidate the hell out of me. I never worried too much about all the other Men as far as a threat to me, but Master Rick is definitely different. In many ways. Just the fact the my wife/Mistress misled me about one of the events that transpired between the two of them should show you… (And that is just the one she “confessed to”.. I am certain there are many more involving Him)

Anyway, there are several stories surrounding Master Rick, ones where even I was allowed to participate to one degree or another. However, as I said, I am sure there are many parts of these that I’m not aware of, as my Wife’s confession bears out, and She has told me many times that I ought not to talk about things I know so little about (such as sex…) And Besides, they involved some very humiliating, degrading and painful acts I indulged in as well as things I was forced to watch/witness that were very humiliating to me and that I would rather not have to confess to ,myself… So, since I was not ordered to do so, I will not. Instead, I will share a story that happened some 10 years ago with a different sort of man, but one She enjoyed many times none-the-less. I had related part of this in written form for Her, and only Her, after it first happened – which explains the narrative form.. But now, thanks to her “insistence” I must share it with you all. I hope you like it and it is not too long. It is a true account of what happened and only Her name has been changed to protect Her “innocence”.

New Lover Dana

Ring…. Ring…

She picked up the phone – the voice at the other end was deep and seductive. “Hi Lover..”, she said, her voice unable to hide the obvious excitement she felt. “I’ve missed you too! more than you can imagine.” A slight pause, then, “That would be great! See you then.” With that, the tall statuesque blonde hung up the phone, an expectant gleam in her eyes. Then those beautiful hazel/green eyes turned their attention toward me. My heart sped up. “That was my Lover” , she said pointedly. He’s on his way over… You don’t have to leave.., but you do have to make yourself less.. ‘obtrusive’…” Knowing better than to utter a single word of objection, I rose on shaky legs and retreated to the shadowy sanctuary of the hallway as my girlfriend/Mistress prepared for Her special ‘visitor’.

I should explain here that my girlfriend, Lynn, and I have a unique relationship… We are deeply in love and enjoy each other’s company a great deal. But every now and then we slip into a Mistress/slave relationship. And play out our sexual fantasies. During our most recent excursion into the realm of fantasy, Lynn decided to add a relatively new twist… A bit of humiliation… In the form of Another Man.

One night, when we were ‘playing’, after she had done her hair and made her self up to look thoroughly hot and wicked, dressed in , short cutoff jeans, heels and a very flimsy top – all of which I thought she was doing for me.. – she threw me for a loop. She commanded that we go up to the local bar.. But not together. She saw the look of surprise and apprehension in my eyes and smiled a most wicked smile. Then she grabbed my chin and looked down into my eyes, (She is 6 feet tall and about an inch taller than me, in heels she had several inches on me) With her face just inches from mine, her eyes mocking me, she looked deep into my eyes, arched her eyebrows and said in a very matter of fact tone, “I need a new lover.”

She saw my eyes widen as I swallowed hard in disbelief. Her head nodded just the tiniest bit, as if to answer my unspoken question. Knowing the effect she was having on me, she smiled smugly holding my stare, letting the moment sink in. Then, her eyes took on a slightly harder glint as she continued, her eyes boring into mine, “You see baby, I need a ‘Real Man’.“ My heart skipped a beat before she went on, her eyes piercing like daggers now, a slightly harder and accusatory edge to her voice as she went in for the ‘kill’, “One who can last a long time.” Then with a mocking smile, “Well… At least one who can last for more than thirty seconds!” she added with no small amount of disdain in her voice and on her face.

I tried to turn my face away in embarrassment and shame, but she gripped my chin harder and forced my gaze into hers. Raising her brows in feigned disbelief, she looked into my eyes and asked, “No? Have I got it wrong? Little man?” Looking into her eyes, I trembled and took a deep breath before replying. “No…” “No Mistress!” I corrected myself hastily as I saw her eyes flash at my failing to address her properly.

Much as I hated to admit it, lately, and I don’t know why, I had fallen victim to a bit of a problem with ‘premature ejaculation’. Truth be told, I had never really been the sort of man who could hold out for very long, ever. But with Lynn, I had always been even a bit shorter on the trigger, and for the last couple of years, (actually ever since we really started playing the Mistress/slave game with some ‘conviction’), I am ashamed, (but forced, quite literally actually, but more on that later), to admit that I had indeed been able to ‘hold out’ for only a very short amount of time. (though in fairness to me, I think it was more than thirty seconds.. And, in further fairness to me, Lynn is extremely hot!)

Anyway, it shamed me to have to admit this in all candor. Lynn knew this and played this to the hilt, seeming to revel in my humiliation. She let go of my face with a triumphant smile and taunted, “Mmmhmmm, Exactly!” as I looked down in shame. “So you see, baby..? You have no one to blame for this but yourself now, do you?” “No Mistress”, I mumbled, still looking down at the ground. “Good!” he said brightly, “Just so long as we are clear on that. Now, let’s go!” Still a bit unbelieving at this turn of events I grabbed my car keys and followed her out the door.

Now, we had occasionally played this type of game before. Where she would tell me that she really needed to get fucked by a Real Man and we would then go to a bar and would have a few drinks, play a few games of pool, all while she told me how hot she thought this guy or that guy was and what she would like to have him do to her. And that would be pretty much it. We would then go home and she would tell me all about what she would have done with one of the guys in the bar had she brought him home, and what I would be force to witness. But tonight everything seemed just a bit different. For starters, once we pulled into the parking lot of the bar, she did not get out of the car to go in with me. Instead, she pulled down the mirror on the visor and started adjusting her hair and makeup as she told me to go in first so I could get a good seat and “watch”. I looked at her hesitantly, uncertain, and she turned to me and said, rather impatiently, “Well.. Go on!” I obediently exited the car and left her checking herself in the mirror as walked into the bar.

Feeling very nervous, as we had never played quite like this before, I sat at the end of the bar, where I had a view of the entire place (a good seat, as she had said), ordered a beer and waited.

Fifteen minutes later I saw her saunter in. She looked stunning, as always, and I noticed that I was not the only man in the bar who appreciated her entrance. She walked right by me without so much as a glance, went up to the bar and ordered a beer. I saw several of the guys checking out her very lovely ass as she leaned against the counter waiting for her drink. Once she had her drink, she wandered over to the jukebox to play some songs. Again, as she stood at the jukebox, I noticed quite a few men admiring her charms before she went and found a booth near the pool tables

For the next couple hours, with little choice in the matter, I was forced to watch my stunning girlfriend playing the “singles” game. I sat there and watched as countless men bought her drinks , made “small talk” and tried to pick up on her. It was tormenting! Seeing her looking so hot and not being able to go over and talk with her, much less get my hands on her, and instead watching her talk with all these other guys. She would talk to them for a few short minutes and laugh or giggle at something they said, and they might motion as if asking to sit there with her or for her to play pool with them, but she would always say something and they would nod and move on. As I said, Lynn is very stunning and though there were several guys hitting on her throughout the night, none were really “her type”. So, as the evening wore on I began to relax a little and feel more at ease as I began to realize that this was pretty much like the other times. It became obvious that there was nothing more than a little harmless flirting going on and that this night was likely to end up like the rest, with Lynn and I going home together and her dominating me as she teased me about all the men she could have had.

But then, in walked Dana. And he was her “type”. Blonde, good looking, athletic with a hard muscular body and cocky as well. I had noticed him, only because she had. I saw her gaze go to the door when he walked in and turned to see what she was looking at. I saw him and felt only the slightest trepidation. Then I looked back at her and she looked back at me and smiled broadly. I felt just a bit more uneasy. It didn’t take him long at all to get a drink, size up the bar and apparently realize she was the best game going. He walked over to the table she was sitting at and struck up a conversation with her. Judging by her reactions to him, and the length of time he spent talking with her, he was blowing the competition away. She kept laughing at nearly everything he said, and kept taking quick glimpses over toward me as she would take a sip of her drink, presumably to see if I was watching. This was very different from her interactions with the other men thus far that evening, and she needn’t bothered looking. I was riveted.

Then he apparently asked her to play a game of pool with him and she agreed. He racked the balls and sat down beside her in the booth and that was when really I started to worry. And for the first time that evening it hit me that “something” might actually happen. I sat there for the next hour or so and watched them as they played. Every time she would bend over to take a shot, I noticed him blatantly checking out her ass which looked sensational in her tight, short cut-offs. I watched with growing trepidation, (and mounting butterflies in my stomach), as their flirting became more overt. They progressed from laughing and kidding touching each other on the arm or knee when a joke was told or they laughed at something said. All the time they kept sitting closer and closer to each other, leaning more toward each other as they talked, Lynn acting extremely coquettish the whole while.

Then, I could scarcely believe my eyes as he leaned over and kissed her. Tentatively at first, but when she returned his kiss, (much to my surprise!), their lips met much more passionately. My head was swimming and my stomach was doing flip-flops as I just sat there watching them kiss, more and more intensely for what seemed to last forever. (Even if I had not known her, much less been in a relationship with her, I think I would have been uncomfortable/embarrassed with the way they were kissing there in public)

At long last, after their lips reluctantly separated, Lynn looked over at me, one eyebrow arched and a very smug smile on her face. It was obvious she was checking to make sure that I had seen. Checking that I had seen what had just transpired and that I could see that she seemed very intent on going through with her ‘plan’. Oh.. I had seen. My stomach was gone and my mind was spinning.

I watched for an entire hour longer, most of the time in stunned disbelief as my girlfriend flirted with and did other things with this stranger there in the bar. Lots of other things. At one point it struck me that she was using all of the very same ‘charms’ she had used to pick up on me when we first met under similar circumstances four years ago. The same demure smile, the same adoring eyes, the same coy act, the same smoldering look of lust in her eyes that promised hours of wild abandonment and passion to (apparently) whomever they were directed at. I must admit that it was very strange to see her act the way she had acted with me the night we met, with someone else. (And here I thought I had really won her over)

Their kissing and touching became bolder and bolder as the minutes passed. They actually became a bit of a spectacle, but I didn’t really notice too much as I was so busy staring at them and their intimate ‘sharing’ myself. In fact, it became obvious that I was staring too much. It did not take him long to notice that she kept occasionally glancing over at me and that I was taking more than a passing interest in their kissing and groping between shots at the pool table. So I wasn’t really too surprised when, after one of their many long kisses, he looked over at me and then turned back to her and spoke at length. I was worried that the jig was up and wasn’t really sure what would happen.

After they had spoken for a few minutes, with her and him both looking over at me occasionally, I was very surprised to see Lynn get up and walk over toward me. But she surprised me by not walking straight up to me. Instead, she walked up next to me to the bar under the pretense of ordering a drink for him. (She did not drink Scotch, which is what she ordered). As the bar tender went to get the drink, without turning toward me she leaned only slightly toward me, still looking straight ahead and in a quiet, but taunting, tone asked me if I had been watching. I assured her I had. She still did not look at me but smiled in a very satisfied manner. Still without looking at me she quietly and coyly asked if I had seen them kissing. Again, my heart skipped a beat and I answered her meekly, “Yes”. Her smile became very smug and then she went on, almost conspiratorially, as if talking to a girlfriend. She told me how hot he thought she was. My stomach was doing flip-flops as I to tried to process this. But she didn’t give me any time. She continued on, still not looking at me. She told me that he had asked about me. (I could feel my face burning red with shame and embarrassment) I saw her look sideways at me as she paused for effect and made me wait to wonder what she had said. The smile on her face and her slight derisive laugh let me know that she had gotten the desired reaction out of me. “Don’t worry”, she said to me in a ridiculing manner, looking straight ahead again. “I’m not sure how ‘open-minded’ he is, so your dirty little secret is safe.. So far..” She smiled again as I let out an audible sigh. ”I told him you were my roommate”, she went on, the delight obvious in her voice at her downplaying my significance to her new friend. Strangely I felt a little betrayed. She seemed to notice and smiled. “Man” I thought, “she is really good at this game” but before I could continue following this line of thought she continued. Still looking straight ahead and not at me. “So. He asked me if you were just hanging around to make sure I was ok.. And I told him, ‘Yes’ I explained to him that you are very ‘protective’ of me..” she explained, rolling her eyes as she said ‘protective’. I hung my head in embarrassment at the irony.

Then her smug smile returned as she delivered the next bit of news, still looking straight ahead. “He told me to tell you to go ahead and leave. Then he will ‘take care’ of me..”, the she spared me the slightest glimpse and smiled wickedly as she said, “And I am sure he can too!” Before I could even process that, she then turned to face me full on. She looked at me, a malicious look on here face and said in a quite but very commanding tone, “So leave, bitch! Now!” I was so taken aback by this sudden change in demeanor and her words that, at first, I didn’t know what to do. But as I sat there, stunned, she fixed me with an even harsher, more commanding, mistress-like glare and repeated her command, this time with more menace in her voice, and louder. “I said, Leave bitch! Go home! I’ll call you later!” I had not expected this!. I was stunned and shocked and I am not sure I could have found the strength to react had it not been for the fact that, right as my girlfriend had ordered me home, in not so polite terms, the bar tender had returned with her drink and had heard every word. She set the drink down on the bar which is what got my attention. I looked up to see her just staring at me, her mouth open too. I was so embarrassed that I got up without even finishing my drink and left without looking back. I can only imagine what the bar tender thought about me and my girlfriend’s new ‘friend’ for that matter if he were watching. Though I was starting to get an idea what my girlfriend actually thought….

I went straight home and sat at the house, waiting. Just as my girlfriend, no Mistress, had ordered. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing, my whole body literally shaking as I relived everything I had seen and heard thus far this evening. The laughing, the talking, the touching, the kissing. Then the scene at the bar. The bar tender, hearing telling me to go home and calling me a bitch. This would have been embarrassing enough had this been any old bar, but this was one that my girlfriend and I frequented. Enough so that I was certain the bar tender recognized us as a couple who had been in there together before. And for her to hear Lynn say these words to me What am I thinking? I suddenly realized, even worse, if her, and the waitresses there recognized us as regulars, and they saw Lynn chatting up, feeling up and kissing this other Man. Oh GOD! What they must think..

Fortunately, I didn’t have to think about this for too long, for as the minutes went on and on, I found myself much more concerned about what was going on with Lynn and her new friend (Dana as I later found out) in the bar there. I mean if she was touching and rubbing and kissing him with me right there, what must she be doing with him now that she was alone? I was going crazy trying to imagine what was going one and by the time the phone rang 40 minutes later, I was a wreck. “Hello” I answered tentatively.. “Hello, bitch..” came the cool reply. Before I could say a word my Mistress went on in a low sultry voice. “He wants to fuck me so bad. “, she cooed. “He really, really wants me!” “I know..” I said meekly. Surprising myself with my sudden acceptance of the inevitability of it all. I could hear the smile in her voice at my easy surrender as she continued. “He wants me to go home with him.. “ Immediately scared, (and I am embarrassed to admit I don’t know if it was more for her safety or by what might go on between the two of them back at his place, or what I might miss), I was going to protest. But before I could utter a word she continued. “But, I’m trying to talk him into coming home with me.. So you can see what I look like when a ‘Real Man’ puts it to me” I almost swooned, I swear. Suddenly I didn’t know which was worse; them going back to his place where I couldn’t see what was going on, or her bringing him home where I had to see what was going on. Before I could decide, my Mistress cut the whole thing short by saying, “So.. either way, I’ll call you later.” And without waiting for a reply from me she hung up

The rest of the evening progressed like this. I was left to wonder which Fate was worse, and let my imagination run wild at what they might be doing in the bar and what people might be thinking about it. Every now and then she would phone me just to let me know that he still really, really wanted her and how very much she wanted him and that they had still not agreed where they would be going after they left the bar. She would always hang up before I could utter a word of protest, inquiry or otherwise.

Finally as the hour got very late and I became more and more apprehensive, I could stand it no longer. I got into our car and headed up to the bar to see what was going on. Once there I got out and looked through the front entrance of the bar as inconspicuously as I could. They were still sitting at ‘their’ booth, talking intimately, hand roaming all over each other and kissing. By now it was very late and Lynn and I both had to work the next morning so I got the brilliant idea to go to the payphone across the lot and call the bar and ask to speak with her so that I could remind her of the time. (I didn’t even stop to think of the awkwardness of this given the bar tenders overhearing of our earlier one-sided ‘conversation’.) Thankfully, just as I was dialing, I saw that Lynn and Dana came out of the bar, arm in arm. Not wanting to be noticed by my ‘Mistress’ nor her ‘friend’ I hurriedly walked to the car with my head down. As I started the car I couldn’t help but notice them walk over to his car and see him open the passenger door for her and then get in himself. Realizing they were leaving now too, I hurried to get home and ‘hide’ myself as I had no idea what to expect.

As soon as I got home I went to the backyard to hide and stay out of the way, and waited. And waited.. And waited.. And waited… Five minutes turned into 10 minutes which turned into 15 minutes.. As time passed, I realized that my Mistress had not told me whether they were going back to his place or ours. I had assumed with it being so late that he was just driving her home. But now, as it passed fifteen minutes, I was really getting worried that they had gone to his place. But then after 20 minutes, just as I was about to go into the house, a car turned onto our street and came to a stop at the end of the cul-de-sac in front of our driveway, and sat there with the engine running. I had no idea where these two had been, but I did know that it took less than two minutes to get from the bar to our house. What the hell had they been doing for the last 20 minutes? I was sure I might know. But before I could dwell on that for too long my attention was drawn back to the car in front of our driveway.

Since the car was still running, I figured that Lynn realized how late it was and was ready to call it an evening. I watched from the fence in our back yard in anticipation as I made out what must have been her form leaning over to kiss him goodnight. My heart skipped a beat as I realized she was kissing some, before tonight, stranger, goodnight. As if she had been on a date. Then, I noticed, the kiss was going on for a long time. A very long time! After a few minutes, I snuck into the driveway to get a better look at exactly what was going on. Hiding behind the car I had an excellent view into his car sitting there in the street. This turned out to be a mixed blessing. No sooner had I gotten into position, than I saw Lynn, lean her seat back and watched, stunned, as her new friend (Dana), trailed kisses down her neck. Then my heart nearly stopped again as I watched him raise her top, exposing her breasts. Then I could scarcely breathe as he took her nipples into his mouth, first one, then the other. While he was busy enjoying sucking on her breasts, she turned her head right toward me, and smiled. Wickedly. (I have no idea how she knew I was there, I thought I was well-hidden) I pulled back behind the car a little bit, but not so much I could not still see what was going on.

It wasn’t long at all before his head disappeared down further, below the level of the window in the car door. Lynn’s hands went down there too and I saw her lean her head back and moan. It didn’t take a lot of imagination to know that this man was sampling my girlfriend’s sweet treasure. I was beside myself. Unable to believe this was really happening. Then after a few minutes and more moans from my girlfriend, that I could hear all the way over where I was, I saw Dana’s head come up for air. Lynn immediately drew his head, and lips, to hers and they kissed and hugged passionately! (His chest crushing her bare breasts as their tongues obviously explored each other’s mouths). Then, (and I swear my heart must surely and truly have stopped here), I watched in total disbelief as my girlfriend’s head disappeared down into his lap! His arm and hand came down on what must have been her head and I watched as his arm rose and fell over and over.

Pretty soon I could breathe again as she came up for air and they locked in a passionate, probing kiss yet again. Shaking and trembling, I watched in complete silence and stunned disbelief as they alternated like this, kissing, hugging, groping, sucking, moaning, for a full half hour, right there in the street!! Where any of our neighbors could have seen (And apparently at least one did! But that is another story)

Finally, after what seemed for ever, Lynn gave Dana one last, very long, very passionate, very hot, goodnight kiss. Then she exited the car and ran into the house. I watched him adjust his himself and fly and drive away, then ran into the house to join her. Lynn, my girlfriend, my Mistress.

When I got in the house she was very flush with excitement. She asked me if I had ‘enjoyed the show’ because she sure had. Then she grabbed me and told me to kiss her. As soon as I started to kiss her, she opened her mouth wide, coaxing my tongue in. We kissed a long while, my tongue fully exploring her mouth. When we broke our kiss, she looked at me evilly and asked me, “So, can you taste his cock?” I looked at her incredulous but she went right on, smugly stating, “Well you should because it was just in there” I could hardly breathe. She just looked me in the eyes, taunting me, mocking me and said, “Come on bitch… Kiss the mouth that sucked his cock!” , and then planted her mouth on mine again, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Then she broke the kiss and said that it was late and we needed to get to bed. I followed her to bed in a daze.

We both undressed, I couldn’t help but notice red marks all over her where he had ‘man-handled’ her. I though we were going to go to sleep but Lynn was still in full ‘Mistress’ mode and she ordered me to lick her and suck her everywhere he had. As I did as she commanded, she recounted all that I had seen transpire in the car in front of our house, (Though it just now occurs to me she has never told me what happened in the bar after I left, nor what happened in the 20 minutes after I saw them get in the car before they showed up at the house). Still, I did not even consider this at the time as my head was still reeling from all that I had seen and her replay of what I had seen and her telling me how much she loved it, The feel of his mouth on her tits, on her pussy. The feel of his rock hard body crushed against hers. The feel of his ‘hard as steel’ cock, (Her words), in her mouth. And through it all I could see the red marks from his rough touch; smell his strong aftershave on all of her most intimate parts, She talked, I licked, and I have to admit, it turned me on tremendously.

Then, she told me, in no uncertain terms, that she had a new Lover right as she came while I licked her sweet, dripping pussy that smelled of another man’s cologne. I wanted to fuck her now in the worst way. (No pun intended) But she wouldn’t let me. Instead she ordered me to keep licking her to one more orgasm, (Most unusual for her), as she told me that I better get used to it That this was ALL I was going to get now because she was ‘saving herself’ for her Lover” I am ashamed to say that I came at that, while licking her. Much to her amusement when she found out later, and which was endless fodder for her on later dates.

Saving herself.. For Her Lover..

Which brings me to tonight. Shortly after the phone call, there was a knock on the door. I watched from the shadows as she let him in and threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply and in great earnest. They kissed for a looong time. I watched as she trailed her kisses down his suddenly exposed muscular, hard chest. She ended up on her knees. I watched intently as she eagerly opened his fly, took out his impressive, and already hard (as steel) cock and lovingly put it in her mouth. Incredibly, his cock seemed to grow even larger and harder, (I have no idea how.. maybe it was my imagination, maybe it was her incredibly talented mouth)

After a short while, I watched as he lifted her up and slowly undressed her, as if he owned her body. Once she was undressed, breathless with anticipation in her nakedness before him and his forward gaze, I watched as he showered kisses all over her body. I watched her tremble, shudder and coo at his touch. Then I watched still more as he gently lowered her to the floor, right there in the entryway of our house, and took her. As I watched him fuck her so masterfully, watched her rise up to meet him, moaning and trembling at his ‘touch’, it dawned on me. This was not the frenzied sex of a ‘one-night-stand’! No, they were making love, sweet, hot, passionate love.

I watched, and I watched, and it was very obvious that Lynn, my girlfriend, my Mistress, was totally lost in Him… As if, for her anyway, I weren’t even there. I watched as he made her come, over, and over, and over and I realized, then and there, as this Man made her come, again and again and again, as he lasted far beyond my capabilities, or even my wildest dreams… I realized that she did, indeed, have a new ‘Lover’.

Submitted by: Mike - SoCal, USA

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January 3, 2011

Lover Moved In

Hello my mane is Claire and I am a 39 year old Hotwife from Newcastle in the North East of England

I have been married to my husband Kevin for 20 years come February. We are childhood sweethearts and we love each others company. Kevin has never been sexually active so we have had very little sex. For my birthday last year Kevin introduced me to someone who he had chosen to be my lover. This young man was a 20 year old named Michael who does not look much but looks can be deceiving.

After a long chat with Michael we hit it off and went on our first date. We went for a meal and then a quiet drink to get to know each other a little more. The date ended with us spending the night together and in him filling my pussy with his hot cum. The next day when we woke he filled me up once more and sent me home to Kevin. When I got home Kevin asked what happened and what it was like and was turned on by my pussy being freshly stuffed. As a thank you for the introduction I let him lick Michael’s cum out of me. From then on after every meet with Michael I would tell Kevin what we did in ever detail and how I felt at the time then would let him clean me out with his tongue.

After about 3 months of having guilt free sex we stated to get heavy. I began to show him off as my toy boy and started to let my husband watch us fucking. At first Kevin was a bit uneasy with it. Two weeks later he got me to ring Michael and invite him over for another night of sex. Kevin sat there the whole time and just watched Michael giving me what i wanted. The morning after I went down stairs to make a cup of tea and Kevin told me how much he enjoyed last nights show and said Michael could come round anytime day or night.

At the start of November me and Kevin had a chat about what was going on and Kevin said Michael could move in with us. Utterly thrilled I told Michael the news and he moved in. As soon as he got to the house him and Kevin had a little chat about some ground rules with me out of the room (but I was still able to hear them in the next room). They were talking about mine and Michaels relationship and what moving in will do to this relationship of our and the marriage between me and Kevin.

To cut a long story short I am now off limits to Kevin in every aspect apart from a quick kiss and a hug. If Kevin wishes to have sex with me he MUST wear a condom (Michael has never wore a condom when we have had sex). Now Kevin sleeps in the other room that runs parallel to the master bedroom and with very thin walls he can hear me and Michael at it. Whenever we go out I take Michael with me and introduce him as my lover.

Since November I have also been introduced to a whole new world of sex including anal and BDSM. I am still getting used to anal sex, as for BDSM I love feeling so helpless and Michael has not once taken it easy on me.

I think I am extremely lucky to have a very understanding Husband and lover.

Hope you liked my post

Submitted by: Claire - Newcastle, UK

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January 1, 2011

Happy New Year

One of the most disappointing things about the start of 2011 is the fact that we are too busy work wise to head to Vegas AVN. It’s one of the highlights of the porn calendar as fans and stars alike head for the city of sin to indulge in a few days of partying, shooting, and some more partying. Daisy would have had a queue of men lined up to have fun with on and off camera, it would have been a voyeurs dream for someone like me.

Perhaps the most disappointing thing is we were to stay with the incredibly lovely Barbi Sinclair too at her home in Vegas (Oh how I’ve missed her). I’m trying not to think about the fun I will be missing out on.. The picture of the delectable Barbi is not helping me in any way lol.. sigh!

Happy Naughty New Year Everyone.

Barbi

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December 30, 2010

Cruise Seduction

We are a happily married couple in our early 40’s.

My wife has a regular that she has been seeing for three years going, to put it bluntly she has fucked him 8 times now. He’s a 49 year old musician that works for a cruise line and the three of us met while we were on vacation aboard the ship he was working. Talented and flirtatious, the wife fell hard and this musician zeroed in on her affections. I saw it all happening and thought it was kinda cool to see her get so turned on. Each night we had incredible sex and it was fueled in part by the energy she was feeling for the musician.

Months later we talked about how great it would have been if we would have simply asked the guy if he would be interested in a three way or interested in the wife alone. It was complicated on that ship and probably not the place, but we wondered if we found a way to contact the guy now where it would lead.

A good sign of what was to come came the minute we typed his name up on a goggle search, in seconds or in the time it took two simple clicks we had an email and contact phone number for him from a website. We decided to communicate.

The wife sent a couple of sexy but tame pictures first off and laid the compliments on him in a email. She tried to explain everything she could about our open relationship and how turned on I got listening and watching her. It was a classic email sent from a horny lady looking for fun. He replied in kind, but was far more direct clearly aware of the sexual frequency of the letter. He flirted and asked to see more of her beauty, he remembered her clearly for her blonde hair, low cut tops, and cleavage. He boldly suggested she send him topless photos if she was serious.

Without any delay she picked three nudes and sent them his way, this time with an invite to call if he liked what he saw. Once the phone conversations started the reality of what was going to happen began to come clearer. My wife was acting like a slut and having fun fully aware that all the wild talk would have to be backed up the day we actually met this lucky musician.

That day came on a summer day in the Long Beach, Ca area. We drove down to met him at a bar/grill during a short stay between cruises and hit off even better in person. Helps he had a great sense of humor and was able to make her relax. The three of us walking to the hotel room was as comfortable and natural as walking into a store or club.

Once in the room we determined the rules of play…. none! Several shots of Patron’ and in the safety of my presence my wife seemed nearly slave like and very playful. She was willing to do whatever we wanted and was prepared to get ass fucked, Dp’d, bukaked, even lightly spanked if it was what he wanted.

All of the above happened with a emphasis on the ass play. He took great pleasure in that. Also a huge cummer he dumped a load straight down her throat into her tummy That I know she was digesting well into the night.

Ever since that first get together we try to meet him a couple times each year. He even got married, but could not give up the four hour’s of fun with the wife each time he comes into town.

Here is a picture of my wife and I hope you enjoyed my story.

My Wife

Submitted by: J and K, California

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December 28, 2010

Sexercise Plans

A Christmas diary update from our fave hotwife Jackie on her dietary plans for the New Year and an appeal for fresh cock.

Well, the cross country move is finally over (like a nightmare that just wouldn’t end!). I’ve got a storage locker full of my stuff. Jason and I downsized, big time, from two homes down to one very modest ranch house. I literally don’t have room for even a new pair of shoes without first getting rid of a pair I don’t need anymore (fat chance of that!). It’s been a real challenge and I’ve been incredibly generous to my local Salvation Army, I can tell you that. We’re on a first name basis these days. I can almost hear them say, “Here comes that lady that donates red lingerie and stripper heels , cool!”

So in terms of possessions the move has left me quite a bit lighter, but the bad news is… it’s left my body heavier. Wow, moving really takes a toll on your work-out schedule. And trying to eat right? Yeah, that goes right out the window along with those size 4 super tight jeans. In order to keep up your energy on those long days of packing boxes you start to replace healthy salads with hot fudge sundae’s. Well, at least they have nuts on top! Instead of grilled chicken and spinach you end up with chicken nuggets and french fries, sodas instead of herbal ice tea, greasy take-out pizza instead of fresh fish and veggies. Normally I’m the poster girl for healthy eating, but moving cross-country? All that discipline just gone, baby, gone.

And now I’m stuck in the middle of the holidays! Christmas cookies, pumpkin pie, fudge, chocolates, stuffed turkey, candied yams, it’s THE hardest time of the year to start a diet! But start I will, because frankly I just don’t feel very sexy being this out of shape, and feeling sexy is the thing that keeps Jackie happy!

So I’m hitting the bike trail and lacing up my running shoes. I’m trying to say no to holiday goodies (not easy, folks), and getting back to high fiber, veggies and protein. It’s hard for sure. But the most important part of my weight loss plan will involve sexercise, melting the pounds away while getting pounded. If you are interested in helping me sexercise these lbs off go right ahead and stuff my email box. There is one kinda good thing about carrying a few extra pounds, It comes with extra cleavage, a lot more than usual. So check it out while it’s here, cause it’s going fast! Just watch me go!

Jackie

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