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July 25, 2010

Hole in One

Cherida a hotwife from London writes in to us again.

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Having discovered this site I find it all rather compelling and enjoy reading about the antics and encounters enjoyed by others.

Its been a few weeks since I wrote and confessed to my own adventures, since then we have been away on holiday for two weeks and I am now sitting in our car winding our way back through the French countryside tapping out this blog of what has just happened while we were away.

For those who may not have read my 1st blog/story, a very quick recap would be to say that we are a mature married couple who have relatively recently discovered a new dimension to our sexuality, which is to say that my husband gets off seeing or watching me (subtle difference between the two is that seeing can be live and in person while watching could be viewing on a screen be it live or recorded).

We rented a villa on part of a golf course complex, mainly because it had a lot of other facilities apart from golf, which funnily enough neither of us play! No matter the environment was idyllic and with the villa having its own private pool we found ourselves ensconced around the it and BBQ most of the time and hardly ventured out, which on reflection seems to have been a sin in itself. No matter.

Over the mid weekend we had friends come out to stay who we know very well having had children grow up together etc., a good time was had by all though the relationship is very vanilla. Our friends having left last Monday, today being Saturday and the day we had to leave but on Monday we were again on our own. Part of the complex where we were staying has a club house and a rather fabulous restaurant, enjoyed on more than a few occasions!

Anyway, during our first week there my husband met up and got chatting to a group of people most of whom were very keen golfers, hence them staying at that resort. Amongst them were a couple of ‘golf widows’ who my husband found himself chatting to at 3 or 4 different times, my reaction to this is another story though ;) .

So with our weekend friends gone we found ourselves back in the club house and reacquainted ourselves with our new found friends from the week before. Laughing and joking as you do aided and abetted by the lovely French wine my husband got himself chatting to the two ‘golf widows’ and I found myself chatting to the respective husbands as the larger group began to disperse.

Now the holiday was to be just that, a chance to relax and recharge the batteries and any thoughts of sex and any encounters wasn’t on the agenda. However, a couple of innuendos in the conversation alerted me to the fact that there might be some interest of a more intimate nature, or was I just being a bit more relaxed than I thought and wishful thinking taking over? Our rather boozy get together ended with my husband inviting the 2 wives out to lunch the next day while the 2 husbands attempted to teach me how to play golf, us all agreeing to meet up at 11 am. mmmmmmmmm I wonder how much they intended to teach me flashed through my mind a few times???

As we made our way back to the villa, I began to tease my husband about the 2 wives, suggesting that he fancied them. He insisted not to, which I think was fairly genuine, one was very attractive and the other really was not, charming yes but no oil painting, I think he feared that if he tried anything he would draw the short straw. I on the other hand suggested that the two golfers were rather handsome and speculated that they were about 10 years our junior, which I happen to find very attractive too. ‘Let’s see how good they are at teaching me to play golf then’.

Back at the Villa my husband realised what I had in mind and became very aroused at the fantasy of the two guys playing with me, playing with me quite literally. I asked where the video camera was, just in case something might happen and we found our way back to our villa. That was the clincher for getting my husband really turned on.

11 am the next day, that was last Tuesday, came and we all turned up on the dot of 11 sounding out on the bells of the local church. Without further ado the ladies were whisked away by my husband to St Emillion about 35 kms away leaving me with the 2 golf teachers. I’ll dispense with all the carrying on that happened about getting me into the right shoes and a set of clubs from the pro shop etc., suffice to say we ventured out onto the course, a beautiful day, hot and a clear blue sky. My companions, Tom and James were best mates from college days and played golf together regularly. When we were fitting shoes, Tom suggested that my skirt wasn’t altogether that appropriate for golf, quite what he meant I wasn’t sure, save to say that if I stood in the right place with the sun behind me it was thin enough to see right through and with a fairly brief pair of panties on I suppose he could have meant that! Otherwise I was wearing a not too tight fitting blouse with the sexiest bra I could muster all rather sexy and daring without being too tarty I thought.

So we ventured onto the course, this bit got all serious. Advice coming from both sides and mostly conflicting I found it hard to concentrate, we struggled to get going, annoying the hell out of another ‘four’ who were due to follow us. (We let them go by). With the two of them arguing mostly as to what I was doing wrong I found the whole thing rather boring and no wonder I didn’t play, let alone think that it might lead to some sort of encounter. Meanwhile, husband was having a lovely time regaling stories of God knows what to his luncheon companions. ‘Who had the better deal?’ I began to question.

At the fifth hole I was almost becoming demented and close to tears with frustration (I hate not being in control), Tom had thrown his toys out of the pram at least twice over James advice and I had dug up more turf than was allowed by a whole team over a tournament I was told. JUST THEN… ‘OH LOOK!’ I exclaimed, ‘there’s our villa, shall we stop for a drink?’ Seemed like a good idea to me, hoping and wishing for the best. James agreed but Tom didn’t, so I was given the casting vote, which with no prizes for which way that went, fell on the side of stopping for a drink. Tom wasn’t keen at all and almost scuppered all hopes of any plan of anything. He finally agreed when he was persuaded to go for a swim, it transpired that their villa didn’t have its own pool, so he found that as ours did the idea became rather inviting.

Now I like to think I am not one to miss a trick, when it came to the conversation bit about Tom not having any swimmers, I said not to worry just strip off and I’ll get you a towel. Though Tom a bit more of your traditionalist English Public School Boy wasn’t having any of that so I suggested that I get a pair of my husbands for him. By the time I got back there was splashing coming from the pool and both chaps were in it. Apparently James pushed Tom in calling him an old prude and then followed him in himself, so both were fully clothed. I stood there laughing, threw the towels on the seats and looked on asking ‘Just what are you going to do now?’ As I said this I realised that my back was to the sun and that both men were looking straight at me, which meant they could see straight threw my skirt, my laughter slowly turned to a smile as I realised this and guessed what they were feasting their eyes on and what they were thinking of and so I re-asked the question. The answer was a resounding ‘come and join us’ Apart from not wanting to miss a trick, I pride myself on my thought processes at times, with an inward smile to myself at that moment, for having had the foresight to turn the video camera on which was set up on the sideboard so it captured a wide view of both inside the sitting room and out onto the terrace and pool where I was standing, not the clearest of shots at that distance I am sure but enough to stir anyone’s imagination as they watched the replay.

SO; stood before both chaps I let my skirt fall to the ground, undid my blouse and ventured more sedately that they had into the pool via the curved steps at the end wearing alot of modesty and my brief pair of panties. We sloshed around in the pool for a while during which I felt the brush of hands over me, more as a test as to my possible reactions than anything else, when it was apparent that there was no protest the brushes became more of a stroke and then progressed to a positive feel. To my amazement it was misery Tom who was being more forward. With hands and fingers becoming more adventurous ‘Shall we get out?’ I suggested. Which we started to do, James was pulling his tee shirt off and Tom was taking his shorts off, while I grabbed a towel. It was wonderfully obvious that both guys were turned on as their erections were clearly visible and neither of them seemed worried about the other noticing. Confident I thought, maybe they had been here before? James now naked took the towel from my hands and began to rub me down while Tom just leaned over and kissed me running his hands down the front of my body caressing my boobs. Then I felt hands all over me, very eager and very keen to explore all of me, a little chat asking questions to be reassured about my husband, the usual male egos to be soothed. Once done and they were happy and comfortable they were at me like a pair possessed, I had to slow them down.

We were still outside and I suggested that the sitting room would be a better place, though I was really thinking about the video camera. My only worry about that was that there is a little red light that comes on when your recording and I was afraid one of them would see it. I didn’t need to worry as they were both too keen to fuck me to notice anything else. Once in the sitting room they were both around me in an instant and so busy I almost didn’t notice my panties being pulled down. Tom had a long slimish cock with a very disproportionate head which gave for a lovely different feeling when finally he was pushing up inside me. James on the other hand, true to his confident demeanor had a very large long thick cock, ladies you know the sort, the wow, now that will give one that very full up feeling sort of cock. With hands and fingers playing all over me, and my mouth switching between cocks too spoilt to choose which one to suck more than the other it wasn’t long before I was gasping I have to admit like a rampant slut to have cock fucking me, its the sort of moment that I have discovered recently, when all sense and sensibility goes out of the window and the earthly want slut in me just craves lustful horny sex.

I am somewhat ashamed to say, that this was the 3rd and 4th guy that has fucked me bareback in as many months, on the moment I went with the notion that they are not players and are normally faithful to their wives thus rendering me safe, not something that I should do but I guess like so many women, you get carried away on the moment. That aside, what a lovely afternoon of being fucked it gave. Now I am not a petite little thing, nor am I a big woman, happily I slip between a size 12 and 14 (English)and stand 5′9″ tall, best assets are my tits 36 c which have lovely nipples that adore to be sucked, and sucked they were that afternoon. Such was the intensity of our indulgence and passion I got very very wet and found myself being pumped and pounded by these two very eloquent but sexy guys and then being spunked in by one and then enjoyed by the other and then again once a little inducement was given to aid a further erection ridden again. It seemed to go on and on though in truth we were only together at the villa for about and hour and a half.

On the second time around with me on all fours over James big cock, Tom came behind me and tried to enter me as well, by now I was feeling very horny and relaxed and well into dirty bitch mode and crying out to be fucked harder and harder. With me on top of James sliding up and down his cock Tom was busy behind enjoying a little encounter fingering my arse, after 3 goes he succeeded in getting both me and himself into the right position and slipped his cock in next to James big cock. So with both cocks fucking me in the same hole I got ridden and pounded to the most wondrous orgasm. The will was there to continue, and both men wanted to fuck my arse, but they had run out of steam having by their own admission had the best sex in ages, which I had to agree with. It didn’t stop them licking and fingering me to a further cum which was a wonderful surprize. SO then we decided to end on a high and agreed that I enjoyed my ‘lesson’ but that it would have to be a one off. They then left swaggering across the golf course in their partly dried clothes.

Husband meanwhile, ever the diplomat, knew the first thing I would do was to check my phone, where upon he had left a couple of messages saying he would wait for my ‘all clear’ call. So I called him. He had dropped his lunch companions off a little while earlier very the worse for wear and in no fit state to notice whether their husbands were home or not, least of all if they were shagged out or clothes soaking wet. He on the other hand, noble as ever, was sober, as was I! Happily and completely fucked but sober! A few minutes later he came in. Took one look at me, smiled and went for the video camera.

By now I had a glass of wine in my hand and he was flicking through the recording getting more and more aroused as he stopped and watched a bit then wound on a bit. ‘Why don’t you come here and I’ll tell you all about it and you can watch that later?’ So he put the recorder down and came over to the sofa. At first he sat at the other end of it as I was sprawled in the corner, I began to tell him how things had gone out on the golf course and this and that and arguing over this and advice. ‘Oh and by the way, my pussy is full of cum.’ At which point I splayed my legs to reveal a very very wet cum filled cunt. Then I just gestured him to come closer and whispered ‘LICK ME OUT PLEASE’ Which is something relatively new to us and still a huge turn on.

Fucked as was, I did enjoy that afternoon and on into the early evening. These experiences have given our sex life a huge new drive and dimension, I just love seeing my husband get so off on me telling him all about what has just happened and or knowing that he gets so turned on watching me being fucked, It seems that this formula gives me the best of all worlds, its just so fantastic. What is it that is such a turn on watching your husband lick you out after you have just been fucked? As for my husband he says he cannot explain the ecstasy of licking me out and then slipping his cock into me with yet more spunk then slipping around his cock. This was an occasion that was a wishful thought at first and at best a fantasy that in reality panned out better than expected.

Husband has watched the 98minutes of tape about 12 times already and wanked himself off each time he has done so. He gets embarrassed when I say that but he still does it and will do so again tonight when we stop. Just because I want him to do it.

There was a little brief encounter yesterday lunch time when James approached me outside the restaurant and asked if there was any chance??? He tried unsuccessfully to slip his hand into my panties while standing between two cars, and I just squeezed his cock teasingly and said NO.

Well that was my happiest ever holiday encounter. We are just North of Paris and going to stay in a lovely hotel that we know set in the middle of a forest. A nice meal, bottle of wine then me watching my husband watching me being fucked by James & Tom and with him wanking off to it, while I tease him playing with my rabbit… I might just spank him too, just to round the holiday off…. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Bye for now, Boo Hoo work calls on Monday morning.

You can read Cherida’s first submission here -
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Submitted by: Cherida - UK

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July 17, 2010

How it all started

A few blogs recently added to these pages have inspired me to add my own. There was the story from L in Virginia concerning a liaison with a photographer - a well written and very horny tale. More recently Mary from Chicago has kept us hot under the collar with her stories. What I liked most about these contributions was the sense of reality - here were normal people having a fantastic time. I must emphasise ‘normal’ – because on these pages we are amongst like minds and not judged by those less adventurous.

My wife Ellen and I have been married many years and are very happy. Ellen is a fantastic looking lady who takes great pride in her appearance – standard attire generally meaning a nice blouse, skirt ( sometimes short ) stockings and heels. Very feminine, you get the picture. We had fooled around a bit with other couples, same room stuff, massages, spa’s , some ‘girl to girl’ action, but never anything serious. Every now and then (after a few drinks ) Ellen would casually mention some old boyfriend she had been fucked by. Not that there were that many, but she was always a little coy about previous relationships. But when she knew my enquiries were making me horny, she was prepared to divulge more. And boy, they certainly got things aroused. I then started to fantasise about Ellen being fucked and the idea of involving another guy in a threesome situation. Ellen has always been outgoing, friendly and popular with our male friends and I imagined any of them would jump at the chance to fuck her.

Then out of the blue one night at a restaurant, we got to talking about sexual fantasies and I “popped the question”. I said I would love to see her with another guy. Of course she was quite shocked and asked me why I would want to watch her fuck another guy. I explained the thought of her being pleasured to maximum effect was a major turn on and that I would love to watch her in action and to see how many times we could make her come. She then of course realised I would be part of it all and would be fucking her as well and that( in short ) it was nothing to do with me not loving her and everything to do with having a wild time. She adamantly stated she would not do this with a stranger, a situation neither of us could consider and that she would have the final say on who or indeed anyone, would be chosen. So patience was the key.

Nothing happened for a while and Ellen teased me about it a bit. Some months later we caught up with a good friend of ours, Jerry. (currently unattached). We’d known Jerry as a friend for maybe 10 years and had seen him often socially, in groups or just the three of us. Jerry had been in a few serious relationships and in his younger days many less serious relationships. He is a great guy, smart, very caring and trusting, fantastic company and popular with all our friends. And ladies, I guess you could say he is quite handsome, a smart dresser and well toned from regular gym work.

Jerry and Ellen get along great and I have to say whenever it was time to say goodnight, Jerry always got a long lingering hug and kiss from Ellen. It was no stretch of the imagination to say they had a mutual admiration. Things took on a different aspect one night when Ellen mentioned to Jerry the conversation we’d had at the restaurant, that I had told her I would love to have a threesome with her and another guy (he was sure she was going to say another woman – but that just doesn’t push the same buttons for me) and that I would love to watch her get fucked by another guy. Ellen expected some “shock / horror” from Jerry, but although surprised, his response was calm and collected. He finished it with the statement “Don’t you feel assured that all his sexual fantasies only revolve around you?” Kind of said it all really and I hadn’t stated it as accurately or simply before.

Well, from here on in, things began to hot up between Ellen & Jerry. Not straight away but very slowly. He knew what my ‘kink’ was and Ellen was always friendly with him anyway. In fact she had become something of a tease, so the revelation after dinner that night was something of a “green light”.

To briefly fast forward, the ‘threesome’ thing has been the extent of our experiments / fun. We feel comfortable within that scenario, especially Ellen and that’s what mostly counts, plus its cosy enough to build affection and some horny teasing foreplay into the situation. As I mentioned before, reading Mary from Chicago’s tale reminded me of our own experiences.

Over the next year or so Jerry got to pleasure Ellen orally on quite a few occasions and she willingly returned the favour and was always eager to get his cock in her mouth. I was always present and often fucked Ellen from behind while she pleasured Jerry orally. Jerry seemed amazed at first when he saw my erect cock, he had assumed that Ellen might have been looking for something bigger or I wanted to see her get nailed by a guy wielding a huge cock. Jerry has a good sized cock for sure, though he reckoned mine was in a bigger size range, but we had a good laugh and Ellen teased him that he better keep up his quality of performance.

A hold up to events progressing was that Ellen is not on the pill and I have had a vasectomy, so contraception was suddenly an issue. Jerry said that he would not fuck Ellen with a condom, he wanted to really feel her pussy and come inside of her, so this did not happen for a while. Things cooled off for a couple of months, and without going into too much detail, the contraception issue took care of itself and a short while later Jerry came over one night for a meal and to stay over, which he often does. Ellen was wearing a black sheer see through blouse, a tight short skirt, stockings and high heels. Her hair looked great and a waft of French perfume followed her everywhere. She looked fantastic I would have to say. As the night went on and after a few drinks, she reappeared still wearing her see through blouse, but minus the black bra underneath. Ellen had even added some red lipstick to her nipples – just for fun.

She was cuddled up to Jerry rather cosily on the sofa, occasionally straddling him for a kiss. I left them for a few minutes to light some candles in the bedroom and made my way back slowly. Jerry had lipstick on his lips from sucking Ellen’s nipples which were quite erect. As was Jerry. Ellen’s little skirt rode up high over her ass giving him a good view of her stockinged thighs and g-string. ( I guess I should mention that Ellen has gone ‘full Brazilian’ down there for many years ).

After some passionate smooching and cock teasing in the lounge, it was time to move to the bedroom for some serious action. I told them to go ahead and I would quickly tidy a few things away and bring some water and glasses. I deliberately took my time. Way too much time. I wanted Ellen to experience another man on her own for a while. The thought of what Ellen & Jerry were doing alone gave me a combined feeling of anticipation and excitement that felt highly intense and arousing. I swear I could hear my heart beating. I slowly made my way to the bedroom and as I got closer I could hear Ellen moaning slowly. Jerry, who was totally naked, had slid off her skirt, unbuttoned her blouse and was eagerly sucking Ellen’s nipples. Ellen still had her stockings, g-string and heels on. Jerry had slid one hand down the front of Ellen’s g-string and he began to slowly stroke Ellen’s pussy. The more he got into this, the louder Ellen began to moan. I have to say Ellen was loving every moment of attention; her legs parted willingly as Jerry then used his expertise to massage Ellen’s g-spot. At the same time Jerry was whispering words of encouragement in her ear, and nuzzling her neck. It was too much for Ellen, she had a massive orgasm. The intensity of this had stopped her from stroking Jerry’s cock, but before she could resume he removed her g-string then went to work with his tongue. He ate Ellen’s pussy so enthusiastically you’d have thought it was his last meal. While he was doing this I began to kiss Ellen and suck hard on her nipples. My cock was rock hard and Ellen was keen to rub me, but I knew I had to be careful and pace myself, her attention was soon distracted as Jerry brought her to another orgasm. I think that was the third time she had come. To be honest we lost count by the end of the night, it had gone into double figures.

Jerry then moved up the bed and climbed between Ellen’s legs. His cock was bursting at the veins to fuck her, and fuck her he did. I think all those times before that never went this far must have built up inside of him. He slid his cock in and out of Ellen slowly at first. Having another mans cock inside of her drove Ellen wild. I have never seen her hit such a sexual high. Jerry picked up his speed and began fucking Ellen at a quicker pace, and kept building until I can honestly say he was truly pounding her pussy hard and vigorous. He came once but kept on pounding hard, whispering filth into Ellen’s ear “give me your cunt”. Ellen herself was loving every thrust of his cock and came twice (very loudly ) during all of this.

I loved every moment, my cock was rock hard and I was so turned on I thought I would spontaneously ejaculate at any moment, it was that intense. Jerry finally came a second time, he had fucked Ellen like an athlete (albeit a dirty horny bastard athlete, bucking, thrusting and pounding her pussy with real intent) and gave Ellen a long kiss and withdrew.

Ellen beckoned me to the bed. I needed no encouragement and I made some comment about how fucking horny that had just been and kissed her deeply while I slid my cock into her cum soaked and very wet pussy. I fucked her steadily for a while, and after a while she grabbed Jerry’s cock to pull him closer to her so she could suck him at the same time. The sight of this at close range was too much and I soon came intensely.

This was just the beginning of a fantastic session with many more pleasures to follow that evening. Maybe we will be back with more…

I’ll sign off for now with a picture of Ellen “dressed for action”.

Ellen

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July 13, 2010

Dominant Bull

Here’s the latest true story from L about his lovely wife K.

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My wife K’s last lover had rocked her world so well that, when he called three days later, she was very receptive when he invited himself over to see her again. It is rare that she’ll see anyone on a weeknight, so, when she said yes, I knew he had really stuck in her mind. When she hung up he told her to meet him at the door ready to fuck and that I should “stay out of their way”.

An hour later there was a knock. My wife opened the door and he was inside kissing her passionately with his hands under her robe in full view of anyone walking by outside that wanted to look in the windows. After french kissing a few minutes they went right upstairs to our marital bed. He got her naked, let her undress him and then had her suck him awhile. He then laid her back on the bed and got her to tell him how great she felt after their last encounter and what a good lover he was. He got her to tell him right there that she was his slut for the evening and for him to use her any way he wanted. He said that, to be his slut, she needed to look like his slut. He pulled out a magic marker and proceeded to write all over her body in permanent ink. He wrote things like “slut”, “K fucks him only”, “his slut, and “fuck me like a slut” all over her belly and breasts. She was very surprised because she had never been treated so roughly mentally before. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it because after he was satisfied with his artwork, he proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of her as roughly as he could. He fucked her for about two hours in every position. They fucked on the bed, the floor, he had her sit down on his cock and fuck him while he sat in a chair, and he even bent her over her dresser so she could stare at herself in the mirror there while he brutally took her from behind. Every few minutes he would pull out of her and make her clean him off with her mouth while he fingered her very wet, abused, pussy.

He finally finished sitting on her chest with his cock in her mouth taking the first few spurts of cum before pulling back and depositing the rest on her face, chest, and neck. They then showered together and she dried him off after washing his body, helped him get dressed and then kissed him very passionately as he headed out the door. It was another one of those experiences that addicted K even further into the world of being a true Hot Wife!

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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

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July 9, 2010

Holiday Romance

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Holiday Romance

I’ve been going out with Lia for 9 months now and she’s been introduced to the porn collection for some 2-3 months. I knew she had a prudish reputation but we were pretty rampant in bed and whilst we didn’t do much extravagant play, I hoped that my DVDs would maybe spark an interest. In particular I had always wanted to see a gf with another man, preferably black and v hung. I hadn’t broached this with her, far from it, but the fact she enjoyed a good sesh of fucking watching porn seemed a good first step.

The second step came quicker than I imagined. We were looking for our first summer hol and chose Cancun for its party lifestyle. I’m 28 and Lia is 23, so we have two things in mind when choosing holidays abroad – sun and partaaaaay!

The first week went by in great fashion, awesome holiday but nothing spectacular sexually. Then one day we booked a day trip on a booze cruise to a neighbouring island. We made for the beach at 10am for a taxi out to the main boat. The taxis were jet skis and whilst neither of us had been on one before, the waves and current made it a bit of a fearful one as we saw couples crash over the waves. Lia has contacts lenses and was worried that she would loose one if water splashed her face. She explained this to one of the jet ski crew, a 30 something black lad, decked out in black shorts and a yellow lifejacket. We decided Lia would go out separate rather than hitch 3 of us as the ski would be more stable. Lia set off and after the 5 min round trip I hoped on and we made off for the day.

It was a long day, many many drinks were had on the boat, with music blaring. By the time we got back it was 7pm and we were shattered. We made it back to the room and scooted under the sheets, the cool air con chilling us back down. I was ready to drift off when a hand started stroking my bum and I knew Lia was horny. I rolled over to see her semi tanned body lurch towards me, her face sucking at mine, frantically kissing and reaching for my cock to jerk it off. I rummaged between her legs and sunk my fingers inside her. She was soaking, like really wet. I love tasting her when she’s like this, so I ventured south and lapped her hot salty bits as she panted on my face pulling at my hair and rubbing her boobs.

Were ten minutes in and she’s close to cumming when she starts mumbling. I couldn’t make it out at first. Then she repeated. “I’ve got something to tell you…. Don’t stop” – so I carry on “When I got on the jet ski and set off, he touched me up… As we drove upto the boat, he reached a hand behind and dug it into the front of my bikini… I had my arms wrapped tight on his chest and my face in his back for fear of falling off or getting splashed – I didn’t know what to do. He just wouldn’t stop till he settled a finger in me, whipping it out as we approached the boat an smirking to me as he led me aboard”

“I’m telling you now because I liked it, it got me really horny and I’ve been thinking about it all day. Would you be mad if I went out on the jet ski again tomorrow?”

Before I could answer, she was cumming loud and spasmodic. I knew I didn’t need to. We fucked like rabbits and without a word being said we knew the plans for the next day were set. That night we had sex, a lot. We didn’t talk about what happened or what she said but we both knew that’s what we were thinking about.

Here’s a cheeky pic, with her face masked.

We woke up the next day and the routine was usual, papers, shower, breakfast and pack for the beach. It was 36 degrees and blazing, I pulled up one of the last few sun-beds and went to find a parasol as Lia got comfy. We sunbathed for an hour or so. I was listening to my ipod when I got a nudge from Lia, who was stood over me. She bent down and kissed me and said she was going to have a play on a jet ski for a bit. And off she toddled down the beach towards the ski stall. It was 200 yards away so I couldn’t see much but I rolled over anyway onto my side to hide the fact I was stretching to see what was going on. At the same time concealing my semi.

Lia was speaking to a couple of the shack guys and they spent a wile picking a ski and getting her setup in a lifejacket. She stood around for a while then hopped on and looked back at the guy from yesterday. I couldn’t hear what she said but the next thing he’s jumped on to and slid in front of her. I know she’s never driven one before so I guess she’s asked for some kind of lesson. And then there off in to the distance.

They do a few tricks and even I can hear her squeal as they shoot past toward the horizon. Then it happened, they drove straight out, back to the back but stopped and bobbed around for what seemed like for ever. I felt kind of sick and nobody had a clue what was going on – but I did. Ten minutes later they came back to shore and Lia bounced down the beach, proclaiming that she had a great time. I asked what happened but she said not now. That she was getting a little burnt and wanted to take 15 mins back in the room.

We got back and before I’d shut the door, she dropped her bags and was kissing me pulling at my pants. I went with it and after a few mins she jumped on the bed and beckoned me between her legs to munch her. I hadn’t been licking her longer than 2 mins when she started to tell me: “I asked him to take me for a ride you know… I told him how much fun I had the day before and wanted another go… We rode about for a bit but after a few minutes he had his hand down my bottoms again and talked dirty to me, telling me how wet I was and how he loved making white girls cum – he was right to because not long after I came on his long fingers. It was amazing”

“Then he pulled his shorts forward and pulled out his willy. Chris, I gotta tell you, it was long, crooked bent to one side and curved like a banana but really long” At this point she shows her hands wide apart. “Stop!” she cries, “I don’t wanna cum yet, I wanna finish my story first” I stopped licking and looked at her flushed face. “You can carry on now but slowly please… And I just had to touch it, I had one hand at the bottom still whilst the other jerked him off. All the while he’s telling me how his dick makes white pussies happy, asking me if I like it, if me (dirty white girl) likes it… And then he came, no long sharp bursts but a long steady flow 7-8 seconds long and everywhere”

At that point she came on my face shortly after and we screwed for hours. We wasted most of the sun that day but the sex was strong and heady and finally my prudey girl had been awoken.

Best yet, we had 5 days left.

You can see a picture of Lia and read how the rest of the holiday went here

By: Spurs79

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July 5, 2010

A Traveling Bull

Today is a submission a UK reader called David, who wanted to post his own flirtings with the hotwife lifestyle.

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As an educated traveling business-man, I often visited the UK going from and to the USA. I had lady two lovers in England. One was a nurse, 8 years older than I, who had a regular boy-friend near Bristol. Whenever I visited England, she would leave her boyfriend to visit me, in London or in a country hotel. Sometimes, I even visited her country home. Over twenty years or so, I fucked this lovely lady hundreds of times, whilst her cuckolded boy-friend never knew. The closest we came to being caught was when we were having “afternoon tea” - very proper - in the garden of her country home. His car drew up and she said “Oh! My God! It’s ****!” I was then introduced to her cuckolded boyfriend and greeted him politely. He coincidently asked her - out of my earshot - “Is that my replacement?” She denied it, of course and my lover explained that I was just a family friend, visiting from the USA.

My other lover was the French wife of an English businessman, who traveled frequently abroad. She was seventeen years older than I was. She would send me coded messages about when her husband would be away. When I visited her apartment, in Kensington, London, she would always greet me with charm, cook me a lovely fish dinner, which we ate with style and grace. Then, we would sit on the couch, chat and enjoy each other’s company, until, slowly, I would kiss and cuddle her, undo her blouse and play with her tits. Then, she would become aroused, get up, loosen and drop her skirt and, in her underwear, lead me to her bedroom to be fucked on her marital bed. She enjoyed having her cunt and her tits sucked and also - of course - having my younger cock right up her older, but very lovely, cunt. Always, she liked to take the spunk right up inside her.

Once, when her husband was in London, she met me in her Paris apartment. There, I once stood, naked, next to her bed, keeping very still and quiet, whilst she chatted on the phone with her husband in London. After she had finished her call, I was able to climb into her bed and fuck this lovely lady, without her cuckold husband knowing that, as he was conversing with his wife, she had her naked lover only a couple of (bare) feet, away. She was a lovely lady and enjoyed fucking me so much. Although she has now passed away, I still have a cassette of her voice, describing how we made love together.

Two close shaves with being caught out by cuckolds were eventually topped by a third. Once, when I visited London, my French lady lover visited my hotel room in the morning and was fucked on my bed. She left after lunch, to be replaced, shortly afterwards, by my nurse lover who had arrived by train from the country. So, just an hour or so after I had fucked one on my hotel bed, I was then fucking the other one. This one, my nurse lover, then stayed the night and was, of course, fucked, several times more - all upon the same bed in which my French lover had, earlier, been done.

A final touch of pleasure was to go - sometimes quite quickly - after fucking one of my lovers, to catch my plane to return to the USA. There, upon arrival, I would be able to insert my cock, straight from the cunt of a lover, right up the cunt of my wife, whom I love very dearly. She now knows about my lovers, as well as another in the USA, so it is SHE who has been a willing cuckold to me.

I hope that you find my experiences with the lifestyle interesting. My relationship with each of my lady lovers was elegant, long-term, loving and graceful. I adored them both.

Submitted by: David - UK & USA - Hotwife Dating Profile

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July 1, 2010

Our new marriage update

Following on from her initial post last month which got you all interested to hear more, the lovely Melanie, a cuckoldress from the UK has written in again in response to some of the comments you left on her last post which you can read here. She has promised some more submissions soon about her attempts to get pregnant.. can’t wait Melanie and thanks for giving us an insight into your hotwife life.

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Hi everyone and thank you for your kind comments from my post. Although I’ve been dominant all my life, (but you’d never guess it in public), it’s only recently I’ve put it into practice, so I’ll play the ‘agony aunt’ first if you like in response to some of your comments.

John – It’s great that you’re teaching your wife on how to make you obey her. Why not try a few things. When she comes home from work tired and with hot aching feet, how about sitting her down and letting her relax. While she’s doing that why not get a bowl of cool water, kneel before her, lick her feet clean first and then you wash them for her. Does that sound good? Of course it will feel good to her too and while you’re doing that, tell her how nice her feet feel and smell. She’ll like it and it will become a regular thing after work. So regular that if you stop doing it she will DEMAND you do it. Don’t worry, if you don’t do it, she’ll think up a punishment for you! Mine? I haven’t had many problems with Tom, but on occasion he’s been left kneeling on the floor, red slap marks on his face and my spit running down his chin! I won’t have ‘discussions’ any more from him, when I decided I wanted this way of life my needs come first and his job is simply to obey and worship me.

But back to your training her; how about starting off watching her peeing? Then move on to tasting it, then cleaning her when she’s finished, with your tongue of course and from there to her using your mouth as her toilet. She’ll probably be a little embarrassed at first, but keep reminding her how good she smells on the toilet and I think in time she won’t mind you cleaning her bottom as well. Look at some humiliation video clips together, see what she likes and serve her every wish. Don’t forget John, you are there to serve her, discover her needs and wants and obey her. I hope this has helped John.

If I want a cup of coffee I just say so and it appears. I need to go to the toilet? A click of my fingers and there’s my personal toilet kneeling at my feet with his mouth open; Before I wore an apron, now I can relax and walk around the house in high heels, a short skirt or dress and white blouse with plenty of my favourite make up on; I don’t get my hands dirty anymore, he does.

George - Remember, he’s my current affair and I think a long term one. I spoke to him in the car about Tom and asked him what he thought. He laughed at first, but I told him he didn’t have to worry and although he thought Tom a bit strange at first he agreed he’d come round to our house, instead of having an uncomfortable fuck between my long legs in a small car every time. He’s open minded and isn’t shocked. We’re both happily married and would never leave our partners, but I told him honestly as I did Tom, that I loved being used by him and what was between my legs belonged to him.

George came round and I had Tom kneel on the floor before us. I introduced them both with Tom still kneeling and I told Tom that George was here to fuck me and he, Tom, was here to watch, look after us and clean up afterwards. I then sent him out to make me and George coffees. While he was gone George kept asking, “Doesn’t he really mind me coming in his wife in front of him”? I told him, no, to just let go and enjoy himself.

By the time Tom came back with the coffees, we were sitting on the couch. George was naked and I was down to my panties, with his big erect cock in my hand, stroking and licking it. As I said before, it’s 10” (we measured it) and thick with a huge purplish looking knob. Toms eyes nearly popped when he came in and saw it. Although I’m tall, I’m slim and I haven’t had babies, so it takes some pushing and me squealing to get it all in. I told Tom to put the coffees down and kneel at our feet. I then explained to him that George was going to put the whole lot between my legs and that he would listen, watch and obey any instructions I gave. He nodded and said, “Yes sir, yes Angel”.

I started off with a nice slow suck, then my panties came off and I lay on the couch and George got ready to enter me. I told Tom to hold my legs open and watch. It was nice and slow, a huge cock gently entering my body slowly up to his balls. We were all talking and it was nice and relaxing, but with me moaning with pleasure and pain as well. I told Tom to watch and told him while gesturing to George’s balls “All that spunk in there is for me”. George asked him if he liked him “riding his wife and coming inside her” and Tom said, “yes sir”. In the end we did it with me sitting on top of George, with Tom behind me and licking my bum hole with his tongue while wanking himself, his face inches away from Georges wet cock that I was riding.

When George was nearly ready I told Tom to stop licking, obey me and watch closely as George emptied himself into me. We were all excited; George was saying, “I’m coming, I’m coming in you” and I was holding him close to me leaning forward urging him on and whispering, “Come on, come on, empty your babies in me”. Tom could see it all from where he was kneeing, he said later he could see Georges cock started to swell and as he came, his balls jerking and bits of cum leaking out of me.

After a couple of minutes and after we calmed down, I asked Tom how he felt. I didn’t really need to, his face was a picture of heaven! Both George and I were on our backs, sweating and exhausted. The sperm was oozing out of me and Georges cock was slimy and wet, (I’d come twice). I called Tom over and told him to take his wedding ring off and I took mine off. In front of George I put both the rings between my soaking legs and covered it with Georges sperm, we had a little sort of ‘wedding ceremony’. I promised to ‘honour and obey’ George with my body and Tom promised to honour and obey me with his. George put the wet rings back on for us, it was really sweet. I then told Tom he had a job to do, cleaning me up. George emptied his cock, I got my boyfriends sperm and pleasure and Tom got to clean up the messy bits and humiliated. This time with tissues.

The problem is that when George was coming and I was whispering for him to give me his babies, I meant his babies and not just his cum. I won’t ask George to make me pregnant, just me and Tom will know. I want to come off the contraceptive pill and get pregnant by him, plus I want Tom to know, agree and have him watch another mans sperm force a baby between my legs - that he will be holding open for me. I want him to see me sweating, hear me cry out and beg and know what I’m crying out and begging for. As I’m urging George to cum, both Tom and I will know what is going to happen nine months later. The ultimate humiliation for my husband and possibly a much wanted baby for me.

I suppose if I’d have married someone like George I’d now have four or more children, definitely. As it is, Tom will never be allowed to hear me begging for his babies; his job is now to provide a bed where I can be made pregnant by my boyfriend(s), (if I choose), fetch cups of coffee and clean up afterwards. I’m happy and he’s happy obeying me.

Next, if you want to hear about it, me trying to get pregnant.

Read Melanie’s initial post Our New Marriage here

Submitted by: Melanie - UK - Hotwife Dating Profile

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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

Her:
How’s your morning starting off?

Him:
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.

Her:
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.

Him
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?

Her:
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.

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June 23, 2010

Business Trip Games

Cherida a hotwife from London writes in.

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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

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June 19, 2010

Gloryhole Adventure

A submission from Husband Mr C from Berkeley, CA

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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

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June 15, 2010

Our new Marriage

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

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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

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