June 27, 2010

After years she did it

Cuckold Place Update

After Years She Did It

I have fantasized about my wife having sex with another man or couple for several years. In here it is not a strange fantasy, but I still do not understand how I went from your typical girl on girl fantasy to wanting my wife to be with another man. But this desire grew and I eventually confided in my wife who went through the typical emotions from being upset to turned on: not in one day of course, over months/years. She asked your typical questions: why would you want that? Is it so you can screw around? What would it do to our relationship? And so on. Well, I have always said I would be very patient and I have.

It has been many years since I first introduced the discussion. Don’t get me wrong, once my wife got over the immediate concerns, we have had many great sessions where this fantasy was played out. This has grown over the years and it really has dominated our sex lives almost completely. The problem is, my wife would always say maybe someday but would never try initiating anything, look on line or even chat a little. She really never once seemed like she would ever move to make this happen in reality. Of course I would push her often and many times felt that the only way I was going to be able to make it happen is to set her up; something I said I couldn’t do as it was deceitful.

Within this last year, I started to send her some captions from this site. She liked getting them and called it flirting. She even asked me when she would leave for work if I was going to flirt today. Well as luck would have it, she started to travel a little on business and I talked her into playing with herself and then send me pics to prove it, which surprisingly she did. I guess I should have mentioned, my wife has never been with anyone else besides me and due to her upbringing did not feel it was right. Well on one of her trips, I kiddingly set up a craigslist ad stating that I wanted to have someone seduce my wife. I then let her know what I did and set up an email account which forwarded to hers to receive the responses. She didn’t get mad but stated she couldn’t go through with it but enjoyed the responses. That is until they got way out of control and she asked me to stop forwarding them. I then filtered through them and sent her pics and continued pushing her. She never did agree but she wouldn’t just tell me no.

I then picked one guy and told her that I was going to see if he could make it to her hotel and if so would she meet him in the lobby just for drinks and of course anything else she wanted. She didn’t say no!! Well, as it was getting late he had already made other plans and it wasn’t going to happen, but I didn’t tell her that. I told her it still may happen and I would call her when he arrived in the lobby. She said she may meet with him. I let her stew for a while then told her it didn’t look like he could make it and she was relieved but she admitted she was extremely excited as well.

This led to me setting up an account on Swing Lifestyle with her permission. I must admit I still never really felt anything would happen but it was fun doing all of this and led to fun for us as well. Her next trip is in a month so I changed my location of the swing site and advertised that my wife would be going there on business and I wanted to get her laid. I then showed her the add and she was ok with it but did say she didn’t think she could ever follow through but was enjoying the play. I would get a response and then forward it to her and she would find reason after reason why they were no good.

I then received this IM from this guy when I was logged on I told him the truth but gave him the email address that I set up and told him to send his pic and try to get her to respond. He did and she actually showed interest and responded to him. Well I was shocked and excited; it’s been years and no signs of wanting to talk with another guy! At this point she has set up a meeting with him on her trip and has even told her company that she will be taking her vehicle and not carpooling as she has personal business there. Since then he and her have been emailing back and forth and she is saying things that are blowing my mind. She is talking with him in a manner she has really never talked with me, very descriptive of what she wants him to do to her. They have chatted on line once and have talked about speaking on the phone! This is like day 7 or 8 and the emails have gone through the roof. I am not sure either of them are getting much done at work as they are constantly sending emails back and forth. This is the end of the story at this point, there are still a couple of weeks before their meeting and although they have both tried to figure out how to meet earlier, it isn’t feasible. I will try and keep anyone interested up to date, but again be patient, they don’t meet for a couple of weeks. I will say I am excited as hell but nervous as well.

Here’s one of last email threads to each other.

One of the last emails

How’s your morning starting off?

I was just wondering if you had a private office and just how possible would it be to meet you in there, and to get you bent over your desk taking you from behind. How sexy would it be to be getting fucked on your desk? Think about how wet you would be that day with me filling you up and then dripping out of you the rest of the day.

You are rotten! Get me wet and throbbing so early in the morning. I would love for you fuck me on my desk but walls too thin. Wish we had option to meet before my trip.

If the walls are too thin, maybe I’ll have to find some way to keep you quiet by stuffing something in your mouth instead. Or maybe I can slip under your desk and lick you while people walk in and out of your office not knowing that I’m down there? Either of those ideas sound good to you?

Hmm I would go with you licking my wet pussy - too bad you’re not here now since I am wet again. I love being licked! Of course then we would need to go somewhere else to continue with the other fun things we have mentioned. My pussy will think she never had it so good.

Click here to see how her first date went and a pic she sent to her husband from the night on her phone.

By: QFire001


June 23, 2010

Business Trip Games

Cherida a hotwife from London writes in.


Having stumbled across this site and read a few of the true stories I felt compelled to write myself. I am in my early 50s and am happily married with a grown up family now moved out of the house and living on their own. This transition has opened up our lives too, which has happened over the last couple of years or so.

In the early years of marriage we were very compatible, adventurous even and rather spontaneous which all made for a happy life, kids come along and things have to change a bit. Husband worked hard and I did too once the kids were old enough. Now though, we have a new found freedom and a lot more experience. We had an unspoken about but known sense that each of us had from time to time had the odd dalliance with someone, nothing serious just the satisfying of lust, for me it had been with 2 different bosses. For my husband it was with a colleague or two, I have never bothered to enquire. For me the experiences were developed and enhanced from working in a fairly male dominated environment which has led me to hold my own in a firm and assertive way. This has I suppose filtered through into my private life gradually over the years and it was on an early occasion about 2 years ago while enjoying our new found freedom that I discovered that my assertiveness turned my husband on, one thing has led to another and the assertiveness has developed into dominance.

Having set the general scene of our progression I’ll skip the detail of the last 18 months, though there have been some fun and interesting moments along the way and move onto the more recent and the now. My husband is an exec in a large organisation, he travels a lot and so we spend time apart. Modern technology being what it is we now keep in touch via the internet and skype video phone while he is away, we have two separate accounts so that we can contact each other with his being on his laptop and voice only via his mobile, little techy that he is.

About three maybe four months ago, while in my dominatrix mode I had him search the internet for a suitable companion to visit me while he was away. We met 3 guys in all, after some suitable vetting each came in turn to the house to meet me. During these meets it was my husbands task to be available, to be seen but not heard. For one of our guests this was all too much to handle and quickly left. The reality was more than his fantasy thoughts could deal with….. wimp. The second and third were much more up to speed and relished in the whole scenario. On each occasion my husband waited upon us and observed, assisted when required to and sat quietly in the corner when told to. nothing much happened at these first meetings safe to say we satisfied ourselves that we wanted more.

After the first meetings I discussed each of the two potential companions with my husband, when I say discussed, it was more a case of me telling him how I felt about them and what I really desired, making him agree to allowing me to indulge in my fantasies as and when I choose.

SO it was another business trip was coming up and off he went, only to Europe this time and only for 2 days and a scheduled 1 night stop over. I decreed that he should stay an extra night and use the time to go shopping and buy me something interesting. It was a Thursday morning when he left, I had intercepted his bag before he left leaving him a note and a pair of my panties on top in the hope that he would be stopped at airport security, he wasn’t but the fun was there anyway. The note told him to make sure he was online at 8 pm london time.

Bang on time, he was there. I am sure his anticipation was high but all I did was tease and chat telling him to make sure he was online same time tomorrow. I have learnt that anticipation is wonderful tool and can create the most erotic of thoughts and fantasies merely by creating the time delay.

The next evening exactly on time there he was, online and eager to please. I soon let him see that I had arranged for companion No.1 to come over. For the next two hours I made him sit in his hotel room with a book on his head and his hands on his knees, thus rendering him unable to move. The deal was that if he did move and or the book fell off I would shut the connection down. He did manage to sit there motionless and watch as I played and enjoyed being played with, again and again. For me the thrill was more than twice the fun as I had my husband gagging for me more than 2000 miles away, while I had a stallion of a young man fucking me in every way he could think of and all the while we were on screen.

The culmination for my husband that evening was my stallion man bringing the camera in very close between my legs so my husband could see me all wet and sticky with cum having been well used. Then a lovely finishing shot while I had my mouth full and garbling the words good night to him.

The next morning I had a flurry of text messages from my husband telling me how he was gagging to get home and wild horses wouldn’t be able too hold him back. oooooooou how lovely I thought after 30 years of marriage, though I had other ideas. As he was boarding the plane I sent him a text thinking he would either get it before the flight took off and then suffer all through the flight or get it upon arrival and feel the power of my restraining him. I told him that before he came home he had to go to a car park quite near our house and call me on my mobile, thus not knowing where I was. This returning from a business trip being a regular thing I knew barring delays, within half an hour exactly what time to expect him. Right on time he called, I let the phone ring a few times and then answered. I didn’t say anything, I just let him listen. It didn’t take him long to realise that I was with our companion friend number 2. He listened without saying anything. Then I told him to go home, come up to our bedroom and wait for me.

He did exactly as I told him to, he got home and was in our bedroom in a flash. True to my word he waited for me, and he waited ……….as Mr. bull companion and I fucked and played on the bed in front of him. While we did so I gave him the odd command which led him to stand there naked, with I must say a very hard and impressive cock as I had seen in ages. Mr Bull and I continued our fornication and he too ended in shooting his load and filling me with his own massive orgasm. Then pulling back I laid spread out on the bed, head propped on the pillows and then let my husband come closer and closer and watch as our friends cum dripped and dribbled out of me. Standing alongside the bed I was able to reach out and grab his hard cock all wet and slippy itself from the amount of precum of his anticipation. As I squeezed him I told him to clean me. He hesitated having never done it before, but a harder squeeze reassured him that his cock was going nowhere unless he did. Once he had done an adequate job, I stopped him. As i wanted there to be some cum for him to have to fuck me through. I talked to him and told him so which raised his erotic thoughts to new heights, while watching his face contort with excitement as I talked to him. “Though one last thing, before you push your cock into me” I said and having prearranged it, “you need to clean his cock first”.

What a wonderful sight that was, seeing him poised on all fours hovering over me desperately wanting to thrust his cock into me through all this hot slippery spunk but poleaxed by the thought of having to lick, suck and clean the cock that did it. His face inches away from mine was now separated by a slightly limp but by no means incapable cock covered in cum and my own juices. “Clean!” I said as I pushed myself up to meet his cock, “or no fuck for you”

In a frenzied moment he licked and sucked and plunged into me gasping, moaning and cumming all at the same time…… best cum he’d ever had he was to tell me later. Though having cum so quickly I had the opportunity to make use of the not so in capable limp cock which soon became very hard again and managed to fill me a second time, necessitating in a complete repeat performance and so completing a new way to end a business trip.

Now my husband gets off on watching me being fucked and with our 2 special friends, who have now both met each other as well, which created a very special evening for me we all have a lot of fun. I make my husband go and watch us on his computer, as if he is watching a porn movie. then when we are all done and guests have gone I let him come to me and he has to serve me and tend me, which has further developed into me now punishing him with a riding crop for allowing me to do it, before letting him lick me clean.

It always leads to me enjoying him fuck me too as he has the most intense cums which ultimately please me no end knowing that I have controlled and created them.

Quite where this will all lead I am not sure but the journey is a very erotic one, a wonderful learning curve and an immense stimulant. I have grown to love putting the red lines across his ass.

Submitted by: Cherida - UK


June 19, 2010

Gloryhole Adventure

A submission from Husband Mr C from Berkeley, CA


This is the true story of the first time my wife had sex in front of me with a stranger.

First, a little background: my wife is fairly short (4′11″), maybe 5 lbs overweight, has a beautiful face, and smallish tits (at least at the time this happened) with large conical nipples. Cheryl was very conservative and shy about sex and while she enjoyed it, didn’t feel comfortable talking about it.

The first time we met, we were in our late teens and dating other people. She was with my best friend Mike, and I was with my girlfriend in my car out in the remote Kansas countryside one night. We were all drinking cheap wine and making out. At one point Cheryl starting moaning in the back seat, accompanied by the wet, squishy sounds of some sort of penetration. I managed to surreptitiously adjust my rear view mirror with one free hand while kissing my girl, and what I saw almost made me pop: Mike was twisted in the rear seat with his back to me, making out with Cheryl. His pants were around his knees and Cheryl’s right hand was slowing pumping his rigid uncircumcised cock - I remember in the light it looked purple.

Cheryl’s skirt was pulled up and her panties, if she had been wearing any, were nowhere to be seen. Her legs were splayed wide with her left foot resting partly out the window, and her right leg propped over Mike’s left. I will never forget the sight of my friend’s two or three fingers slowly plunging in and out of her fuzzy vagina, her swollen lips glistening with moisture, and the sucking sound produced every time Mike’s fingers pulled out, then the squishing sound when he plunged them deeply back into her. The night concluded with me fingering my date to an orgasm but (unfortunately) not getting off myself, and Cheryl sucking Mike off after reaching a thrashing climax thanks to his magic fingers.

Several years later Cheryl and I got together, lived together for a period, then got married. After drinking, smoking, and watching porn at another couple’s house one Friday night we were driving home. One of scenes in the porn tape featured a woman getting fucked in the back seat by her boss while her boyfriend was forced to drive. The scene brought back horny memories of watching the woman who ended up being my wife being pleasured. As we had sex that night, I told her how exciting it was watching her have sex with Mike years ago, and I could tell it turned her on. At one point as we were fucking I asked my wife what it felt like to fuck Mike’s big dick, and as she haltingly described the sensations, she started fucking me so hard the bed was banging against the wall. She actually screamed, then tightened into spasms of orgasm that went on forever.

From that night on, when we were having sex I’d often tell her to imagine that I was Mike (or another man) because it not only turned her on incredibly, but for some weird reason it turned me on, too. I started increasingly fantasizing about her fucking another man, but as much as I was desiring for it to happen, when she wasn’t having sex, Cheryl was too shy to actually ever do it.

Fast forward about 12 years: One night at her employer’s company pool party and after a couple drinks, my wife’s coworker and good friend talked her into taking an ‘ecstasy’ pill, and gave me one also. The friend said it was harmless stuff, and would just make us feel “really good.”

To make a long story short, approximately one hour and two margaritas later, Cheryl pulled me aside and informed me we were leaving - right now. As I started driving, she suddenly blurted out that she had never felt so horny in her life, and to accentuate the point, she pulled my hand under her skirt and against her hot, sopping wet panties.

I realized the pill (and Cheryl’s overt sexuality) was having the same effect on me, and I pulled over in the first parking lot I came to, which happened to be next to a small adult bookstore. As I fingered my wife and she stroked my cock through my shorts, I suggested we do something we as a couple had never done in our lives - go into the adult bookstore, maybe pickup some sex toys and a porn tape, so we could go home and have the time of our lives. To my dismay, she was so horny she actually agreed.

We were surprised to see some other couples among the men in the store, which put Cheryl at least somewhat at ease. After looking at some toys, we ducked into one of the video booths at the back. The whole thing seemed so nasty, and after paying for the video, we started making out like over-sexed teenagers. Just as I was sliding my hand up her thigh, she jumped back and pointed to the dark wall beside us. I thought for a second the erect cock bobbing through a hole in the wall was a sex toy, but it was soon apparent it was not. Cheryl looked at me and mouthed “oh my God!…” and we both just sat there, not knowing quite what to think. Suddenly I was struck by the realization that my horny wife was inches from some stranger’s penis, and I wanted nothing more than to see her touch it.

I slipped my fingers past the elastic of her panties and into what felt like hot pudding. She pulled my fingers out, stood up, and pulled off her skirt, than panties. I motioned to the guy’s cock, and she mouthed “no.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, and buried my face into her steaming crotch. I noticed with disappointment that the penis disappeared. In no time Cheryl was moaning and her legs were quivering. I became aware of noise on the other side of the wall and suddenly another penis slid through, this one black and fat. I made my move. I reached up and pulled my wife’s face to mine and shared her juices in a sloppy kiss while inching her backwards toward the bobbing cock. She leaned and whispered into my ear, “Are you sure?” My response was to deeply kiss her as I leaned forward, pushing her against the strange cock. She gasped as it slid between her thighs, poking through like a black cucumber. I whispered in her ear “go ahead,” and she quietly reached back and guided the cock into her.

My conservative, shy, quiet wife grunted and ground her hips as she slowly worked every inch of the black stranger’s horse cock into her. Her legs were shaking as she leaned forward, then slowly pushed her ass back against the wall. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, looking through my wife’s quivering thighs and seeing some other guy’s gooey, glistening, fat penis sliding in and out of her steaming snatch.

The sex act itself lasted maybe all of two minutes. Just as I was trying to place my cock in her mouth, Cheryl started slamming her ass against the wall, moaning “fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.” She proceeded to convulse and moan for what seemed like minutes as her new boyfriend filled her with wave after wave of seed that dripped from her in big globs when he pulled out, and left a gooey memento of the evening on her leather seat during the quiet ride home.

While Cheryl has since fucked other friends and strangers, nothing ever quite matched the intensity of that evening. She refers to it simply as “the big bang.”

Submitted by: Mr. C - Berkeley, CA


June 15, 2010

Our new Marriage

Melanie, a Hotwife from the UK has written to us:


Hi all at Hot wife blog,

I hope you might want to include my following letter on your site. If people find it interesting and want any updates I’m happy to do so. There doesn’t seem to be many articles by women, so I thought I’d add my experiences, if that’s OK.

Hi everybody, my name is Melanie, I’m 31 years old and from England, that’s England as in the UK. I’m a dyed blonde, slim, (one of my pastimes is jogging) and I’m 5 foot 9 inches tall in UK measurements, that’s quite tall. I’ve been happily married to my husband Tom for seven years and we have no children – yet. By that I mean I might, but he unfortunately won’t.

The two big differences between Tom and I are that he has a very low sex drive and mine is very high. The other difference is that he is a complete wimp and submissive and I’m dominant. Until recently that was a big problem for me, but not anymore. We used to argue a lot and fight but now there are no problems anymore. There are only two rules in our house; when I click my fingers he kneels and is silent and when I speak he instantly obeys me. It’s saved our marriage and made us both happy.

I’ve always suspected Tom was submissive and weak. Some of my dirty laundry used to go missing for a day or so, (he liked smelling my dirty sperm stained panties). I have had affairs throughout our marriage and just by coincidence, whenever I came back home after sex, (I rarely insist on a condom, I’m on the pill) and put my stained panties in the laundry basket, they’d disappear for a while. Recently after a big argument, he stormed out to work and forgot to log off of his computer. Surprise, surprise, his computer was full of dominatrix and cuckold sites. I had a good look through, liked what I saw and decided that was the way we should be.

That evening, I dressed up in a mini skirt, no knickers, high heels and a white blouse. We sat down, he was still sulking, (but not for long), had dinner and I told him I had something to say. I asked him to come over to me and when he was standing right in front of me I told him the marriage wasn’t working and did he want to try it my way? He said, “what way is that”? I said, “the way we both really want it to be”. You could see in his face he looked sort of hoping. I stood up, pulled up my skirt to my waist and sat back down again and opened my legs. I don’t shave and although I’m dyed blonde, between my legs I’m naturally dark and quite bushy. I looked up at him, he sort of swallowed a bit and I clicked my fingers and said, “Kneel before me, I’m serious”. He did, with no argument and no having to repeat myself. I pressed his face against my fanny, told him I loved him but also told him about the way life was going to be from now on. I could say we discussed it, but we didn’t. I spoke and he listened and was only allowed to answer my questions. It turns out he knew I was having affairs, (he didn’t mind at all), owned up to licking and sniffing my stained panties when another man had come inside me and wanted to worship me but didn’t know how to say it to me for all the time we’d been married! I explained my two rules to him, the ‘clicking my fingers’ and ‘speaking’. We decided on my new private name, ‘Angel’, it goes well with being worshipped and the one for him? ‘You’, as in, hey you come here!

I finished off that evening by squatting over his face and slowly peeing in his open mouth, like a toilet. While I was doing that I told him his erect 4½” cock was no longer any use to me but that I would occasionally wank him off if he was lucky. I told him about my latest affair, George from my part time work. I didn’t miss out any details. The 10” cock, (lucky me), twice a week after work in the back of his car and letting him always finish inside me. Tom was OK with everything I said and I told him he’d be meeting George soon. When he asked why, I told him our bed was more comfortable and I’d let him watch me being raped. Tom isn’t bi or gay, but he could help by holding my legs open, cleaning up the sticky mess afterwards and bringing us cups of coffee and stuff like that. He was a bit hesitant at that, but a quick hard slap on his face and a click of my fingers made everything OK. Yes, Tom got a wank that night from me and as an extra treat, I masturbated myself and came in his mouth.

Our marriage is now perfect; in public we’re Mr and Mrs, in private my word is obeyed instantly. I’ve toilet trained Tom as well. We have an upstairs bathroom, why walk all the way up the stairs when I can use Tom as my toilet.

Since this letter, George has visited us at home several times. He found it odd at first but now doesn’t mind. Tom just calls him ‘Sir’, but they both get on OK, even though we both humiliate Tom a bit. We all enjoy it. The problem now is I want to be pregnant, without George knowing, but having to order Tom to agree and having to deceive George about me taking the contraceptive pill. Even an Angel like me has everyday problems.

If you want me to go on and tell you about me trying to get pregnant and about my life, I’m happy to do so.

Submitted by: Melanie - UK - Hotwife Dating Profile


June 11, 2010

Her first time alone

True story submitted by Steve, a husband from New York.


My wife is a gorgeous blonde with big tits and a great ass. We’ve had MFM’s before, almost all with a good friend of mine, they were wild at the time but I realized they could be hotter and I really wanted my wife to have some action on her own. But she was happy with the same play, she felt comfortable with it. Knew who he was, etc. Discretion was assured. As a husband of a hot milf who gets off showing her off and seeing or picturing her getting off with another guy I really wanted something different. Some guys want to see the wife with a another girl, guys like me wanna see her with another guy. It’s just how it is with me. Getting her to consider someone new wasn’t easy. It was months and months of next to nothing. When we did play it was the same MFM nights with my buddy. But then we met the perfect candidate.

Some of my friends came by one night to visit and party. One guy brought two of his friends, one was a College Grad, about 26, tall, good looking, fit, etc. We were just all hanging out together, it was a relaxed social evening. My exhibitionist wife had on her tank top and jeans with no bra. She loves knowing she gets looked at. I started to look at the College Grad guy and was thinking “What about this guy?”, “Would she consider someone we just sorta met?”.

We were drinking and as the night wore on, I could definitely see that my wife was looking over at the College guy, smiling when they made eye contact. An hour or so later I noticed the two of them leave to go outside to smoke a cigarette. They were outside alone for over fifteen minutes. Nothing else happened that night but they had obviously talked as it was a couple of weeks later and she suddenly comes out with “Hey hun… That guy from the party I was talking to. Lets text or call him” I couldn’t believe it, I was so excited I said “You really want to go for it?.. Sure, go ahead” So she then texted him and sure enough made plans for him to come by one evening.

On the evening in question, he arrived and seemed quite comfortable with the situation and with me being about. My wife had on low rise jeans and a white halter top with no bra. She had shaved her pussy for the occasion. We had a bit to drink and were all getting on chatting and laughing when my wife asked him to step outside to smoke. Like before they were gone for about 15 minutes. But this time without anyone else around I had a feeling something else might be going on. I gave it another 5 minutes and I went outside through a side door and quietly worked my way to the back yard. It was then I saw them both. My heart almost stopped. He was leaning up against the house and she was on her knees sucking his cock like an animal, unlike our other friend, who was not that large in the cock department, this young guy had what had to be an eight inch cock easily. I carried on watching her suck on him from a distance. She was really getting into it and so was he as he started to hold her head and thrust back and forth, face fucking my wife. It was hot as hell.

Then she suddenly got up and without a word pulled down her jeans and panties. she got down on her knees with her ass facing toward him, she then said something to him and he then knelt down behind her. She then reached back with both hands and grabbed her ass and spread it open. He then buried his face in her ass. She was going insane, he was smashing his face into her dark tight hole, and loving every minute of it. After about ten minutes he stopped and raised his head. His cock, hard and erect in front of him and looking insanely huge was now positioned right behind her. He then pushed forward putting it up against her pussy and then he just shoved it in there. For 15 minutes he pounded her like an animal in the doggy position. Her arms were are out in front of her for support as she got shoved forward with each hard stroke. And then I heard her say something I’ll never forget “Cum in my cunt!!…Cum in my cunt!!” Seconds later he was groaning and slowing and I could tell he was just exploding in her pussy. He just came and came, it was truly awesome.

I made my way back inside and waited for them to come back in, I said “Looks like someone’s enjoyed themselves”. My wife giggled and then leading him by the hand they headed up for the bedroom for round two.

Steve's Wife
Here’s a pic of my lovely wife

Submitted by: Steve - New York


June 7, 2010

My Diary

Cuckold Place Update

My Diary

We are in our mid forties. We started this lifestyle about two years ago when I discovered my wife was in the beginning stages of having an affair. She works part time in the office where my boss works. (I’m a fire fighter and her boyfriend is my chief)

Her other boyfriend is the mailman at her main job. He is what she calls a GQ model. Big, muscular, tanned and a VERY good looking guy.

Without going into much detail she has only had sex with the mail man two times. She has only had sex with the chief once.

As I type this she is on her way to have drinks with the mailman. She has cut him off from sex because he only wants to fuck her when he comes into the office. She demanded the they go out into public for dinner and drinks.

She just text me to tell me she is on her way to the bar. She is not sure if she is in the mood for sex tonight and thinks it will only be a short night with no sex. We’ll have to see.

8/28/09 Diary Entry

Today was a good day. Her date last night was a bust. They went to a local restaurant where they ate dinner and had a few drinks as they talked. He walked her out to her car where they made out for a while, but with no place to go to fuck they just decided to mess around in the parking lot. She told me that he undid her bra and played with her nipples (we call them her go buttons)

When she got home she told me all about the date as we were having sex. As I was sucking her nipples she asked me if her nipples taste like steak and shrimp. We fucked like crazy last night.

Well today I was on my way to work. She text me and asked me to look at the chief and see if he has a smile.

I asked why and she told me that she met him at the office and gave him a blow job. She said that they didn’t fuck because they had no time, but they are going to get together next Tuesday night.

I’ll keep you posted.

8/31/09 Diary Entry

Well the best laid plans sometimes go to hell. My wife was going to meet “chief” for a good fucking on Tuesday. As luck would have it my wife got her monthly “friend” yesterday. She said, “Oh well, I’ll just suck him off again.”

I cant stop thinking about my wife on her knees in front of him sucking every last drop of cum out of my boss’s cock. I wish that someday she will allow me to watch her.

By: Michael732

You can read more of Michael’s diary entries right up to the present day here


June 3, 2010

More fun for K

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


Within only two weeks of her being royally taken and used by her football playing friend, we had arranged yet another date for my wife K. She was jumping into the Hot Wife world full speed trying to make up for all the lost years in her life when she was very shy and reserved.

We found this next gentleman on Swinglifestyle (SLS) and she was very impressed with how suave and professional he seemed to be in his letters to her. My wife had very few jitters like she did with her footballer before this next date. She was enjoying a certain degree of freedom knowing that this man coming by was very hot for her and that they were meeting primarily for the purpose of having as much pure unadulterated sex as possible. Once again I was allowed to watch and take pictures but to in no way get involved or stop her from doing whatever she wanted to with him and he to her. I had noticed before that she definitely treated these male visitors much different sexually than she did me. With me it was same old, same old. With these guys, she was out to impress and to let the slut lurking just under the surface out to play for an evening.

Once again she started out by chatting on the couch with him taking a little while to get to know each other. She did find that having a mental attraction as well as physical to her dates made the sex even more mind blowing for them both. Within only 30 minutes they had gone from hand holding and talking to her straddling him on his lap, passionately kissing him, with his hands under her miniskirt feeling her ass cheeks and showing off the black thong she wore just for him. From there she whispered into his ear that she thought they would both be more comfortable in the bedroom. She asked me to make them both another drink and to bring it up with me.

Once in the bedroom they wasted zero time undressing each other. She had him naked first and had her fingers wrapped around his fully hard cock already stroking it. He wasn’t huge or anything but more like a perfect size that she could handle and enjoy to the fullest easily. My wife pulled him down to the bed and showed him just how talented she was with her mouth. You could see him laying there with his hand on his forehead having both his cock and ego stroked while this beautiful Hot Wife paid full attention to sucking his balls in a way only she can.

After about 20 minutes of intense back and forth foreplay she straddled him and mounted his cock and proceeded to fuck him first slowly then faster and faster until she came for the first time fucking him. After that it really went crazy, they fucked endlessly for two hours in every position imaginable. He rode her and she rode him. He possessed her totally and she gave herself to him 100 percent in a way I have never seen before. I lost all track of how many times she came during the evening but she kept telling him how very impressed she was with his stamina and how he instinctively knew which buttons of hers to press. She was covered with sweat and almost hoarse from screaming when he finally laid her on her back, spread her legs wide, and fucked her for ten minutes straight before pulling out and dumping his second load of the evening on her stomach.

After they cuddled for a while together totally exhausted. They then got up to get dressed and she made him promise to come back very soon to do this to her again. He held her and looked into her eyes and asked if she was his slut and she nodded back and said yes. He said he would be back very soon and that he’d call her so that she could be ready for him. Needless to say, my wife was too tired and used afterwards to want any kind of attention at all from me. She was asleep within 20 minutes of him leaving knowing that she would be seeing him again soon.

Nova Hotwife

Nova Hotwife

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

Tog Takes Advantage Part 1

Tog Takes Advantage Part 2

Ex Footballer Fucks my Wife

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


May 30, 2010

Delivery Boy

True story submitted by Cindy from Pennsylvania.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dustin Delivered - Now What?

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

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

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

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

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

Submitted by: Cindy - Pennsylvania


May 26, 2010

Nearly all the way

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe she will let another man fuck her soon.

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


May 18, 2010

Wife Going Solo

Cuckold Place Update

Going Solo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Download mp3 recording of phone call here

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

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

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

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

So that leaves us with today…

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

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

Submitted by: HBT

Pictures of the wife and more discussion on this story here

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