December 18, 2009

Good times revisited

It’s always good to catch up with older readers of the blog who in the past have posted their experiences for us all to read and enjoy. Tom first submitted his experiences of his wife Sandy to us three and a half years ago. He followed it up with another post of another adventure in 2007. It’s been over two years since I’ve heard from him. This latest post is a look back at the entire picture of his dealings with the lifestyle. I must admit I thought it was a fantastic read from start to finish, and I felt I could relate a lot to the thoughts and feelings he went through during these encounters, especially being a certain type of Cuck that does not want to be humiliated or belittled for his desires. It also shows how a journey into the lifestyle can twist and turn and shape yours and your wifes feelings as you go along. Really interesting read. Thanks for sharing this with us Tom.


Good times revisited (memoirs of a cuck)

After reading the many “cock-hardening” stories on this site and others, I began to reflect on the experiences and circumstances that formed my lust for seeing other men fuck my wife. Having been married three times, I progressed from one extreme to the other. My initial views on marriage sex as a young man were conservative in the strictest degree. I would have never “loaned” my bride to another man nor considered the suggestion of it. I kept a tight grip on my first wife (one factor in divorce number 1) and expressed my jealousy often. Once the marriage ended and I learned she remarried (pregnant), I often wondered about her new husband fucking her and leaving his hot cum inside her as I did. I still felt the “pussy” belonged to me but her remarriage was a catalyst for my changing views about women and sex. In addition, I was at the time on active duty and exposed to all sorts of opinions and stories about couples swapping, threesomes and “open relationships” which furthered relaxed my acceptance of “adventurous” sex.

Wife number two was a firecracker!!! She loved to fuck and was ready whenever I was. Nothing was off limits (mouth, pussy, ass) and I advanced my knowledge and appreciation of sex because of her. I kept a few hardcore porn’s for our “adult entertainment” and especially enjoyed situations where one female was fucked by two or more men. I gradually began talking with my then wife about her previous experiences during sex and would cum in an explosion knowing her pussy had been rammed by others. The opportunity came to invite a friend for a threesome when an old school buddy needed to stay with us after losing his job. Building the courage took some time but after a candid evening discussion about sex, wife2 leaned over to me asking “are you ready”? I proposed the threesome to my friend but clearly limited no “guy/ guy” stuff (I’m still a bit of a homophobe), which he agreed to. Being naked in bed with another guy was more than “weird” but my heart thumped hard, filling my dick to aching capacity knowing someone else would fuck my wife. After my initial turn with the wife, my friend quickly put on a condom and mounted my wife. That moment has altered my views on sex permanently. I laid there beside them as he humped himself deeper into my spouse and she raised her legs, masturbating her clit into orgasm. I don’t think my friend lasted much longer but I think we enjoyed another threesome later before he found work and moved out.

Wife number three was ten years younger than me and European. Before getting married, I had a long talk with her about my interests and told her that although I am aroused by the thought of a married woman having sex with other men, I would not demand her to have the same interest. I explained that if she ever wanted to “experiment”, I would like to be a part of it and enjoy it with her. Wife3 was a bit of a challenge. Rarely have I been able to fuck her mouth or ass and she dislikes conversation during sex. She tends to be almost “boring” for her quietness and barely makes a peep when cumming, along with having less than half the sex drive I have. The rest of our relationship was very compatible and I believed I could encourage her to be more “wild” as time went on.

Around six months later I was away from home for a 45 day training exercise which, after a week made me think constantly of my wife’s young pussy. I sent daily text messages expressing my horniness and described how I hoped she would fuck another guy. Getting home was like Christmas to me. I couldn’t wait to get between my woman’s legs and fuck her hard. I made a mess of her pussy with my built up load in just a few minutes but an even better situation was in the works. The next few days I noticed the wife spending hours online just chatting it up. After asking about it, she said she had posted herself online for a “fuck buddy” and had been in contact with another soldier for weeks. My dick was granite hard and I felt a bit proud knowing my wife had considered exploring sex with someone else.

One evening sometime later, the wife met me at the door as I returned home from duty and ushered me back into the car. “We’re gonna’ meet Greg today” she explained as I started the car and drove to the arranged location. A vacant, but well known lot was picked for the meeting and after exiting the vehicles for a brief hello, I suggested we return to our place since home is better for getting to know each other. On the ride home, the wife was adamant that this was not the “fuck” night, just the “get to know each other night” but I already planned to insure a threesome would happen. Returning home, we all sat at the kitchen table and talked about sex as if we were in a business meeting. Greg explained he was married but had an “open” relationship. The wife sat idle and listened as I treated Greg more like a job applicant than someone looking for like-minded friends. “I have robes, let’s undress and put on the robes to be more comfortable over on the couch” I suggested as my wife looked at me “wide-eyed”. Asking my wife to get the robes for us, I could see she hesitated a bit getting up from the table and walked quietly into the bedroom. Greg and I continued talking but after a few minutes, I got up to check on the wife. She had already undressed and put on her robe but looked a bit frozen. “This wasn’t supposed to happen tonight” she protested but I assured her this was to be “more comfortable” and just to get over the “nervousness”. I explained that how far it went was up to her. I returned to the kitchen and handed Greg his robe, which he took into the bathroom and I busied myself closing the blinds. I undressed in the living room and dimmed the lights, waiting on the couch for the others of my “fantasy” to join me. Greg arrived first, making sure to leave sitting space between us for the “star” attraction. Finally, the wife made her way from the bedroom and I commented something about “I thought you left”, earning me a slight shove to the back of my head as she walked from behind the couch. She sat between us, ridged and quiet as Greg and I slowly started fondling her body. It all started very “tame-like”. Arms were caressed first, then progressing to bare legs and finally the “goodies” under her robe. She continued being “tense” but allowed us to “explore” her tits willingly. Greg attempted a few times to get access between her legs but she kept him limited by remaining closed legged. Both he and I still enjoyed touching her soft pussy hair and although our cocks were upright and wanting her to return the “action”, she remained the unresponsive partner in our fun.

Some time passed and I sensed she was now more “at-ease”. “Want to lie down on the bed”? I asked which she nodded in agreement. She got up, re-closing her robe and led the way with two aroused men following behind. Robes seemed to fall to the floor simultaneously as each of us climbed into bed with the wife in the middle. Greg and I continued exploring the wife who now opened her legs and allowed more access to her pussy. I backed away a bit to watch as Greg sucked my wife’s breasts and touched her cunt both inside and out. After I was sure she was now relaxed and building some lust, I leaned next to her ear and said “ready”? Again she nodded and opened her legs so Greg could position himself on top her. I reached between them and guided Greg’s dick into my wife. There is a certain “symbolism” by doing this and it also granted me a “touch” sense of him entering her (I spread her lips and felt his cock slide past my fingers as it sank). I repositioned my fingers to her clit and “worked” there while my wife and Greg began to fuck. Both I and the wife were a little disappointed that Greg had about half my dick size (she confirmed later), she had no trouble building an orgasm and cumming on his rod. Her clit became rock hard and she gasped a bit as her pussy orgasmed all over Greg’s cock. I’ve learned that my wife is a “cum once” woman and immediately withdrew my hand as to not hypersensitive her clit. Greg humped faster; knowing my wife had already came and now wanted to do the same. He drove himself into her and lightly groaned as he spurted his juices into my wife. Slowing to a stop, He remained inside her for a bit while his cock relished her pussy, leaving the last pulse of pleasure (and fluid) into my wife. He rolled from on top her which was my que to have my turn. I quickly took his place and drove my anxious dick into her squishy-wet snatch. Fucking a pussy fresh from another man is the best….BAR NONE! I might have stroked her just a few times but feeling her young pussy as a “sloppy seconds” caused me to cum like a maniac. For the second time hot cum was gushed inside her, double filling her pussy to capacity. I also hesitated just a while as the last drips of cum (and pleasure) left me. I pulled my soaking wet semi-hard dick from her and lay back on the bed, spent and satisfied. The wife made her way into the bathroom to take care of her “devastated” cunt while Greg and I recounted the evening.

Greg left soon after and although we would have liked to have had him “visit” again, he made no effort to contact us. This is a dilemma we would experience again and leave us perplexed. I’ll never understand guys who don’t appreciate and take advantage of an invitation to fuck another man’s wife (more than once). We have always wanted a male friend to be a permanent “fuck buddy” but it never happened.

A year later we relocated to Georgia and after settling in, noticed our real estate agent flirting at every opportunity with the wife. Because he was in his 50’s, the wife disliked the idea of doing anything with him. I gradually found out he joined couples for threesomes and he bragged about his extra large cock. Having never taken an oversized dick, the wife agreed to try it. After a few visits at his place, we invited him to meet us at a local motel (for discreetness). The first attempt was not very successful but was a learning experience none the less. Again, the wife ended up naked between two men and after suggestions from me, fondled our cocks while we “felt” her up. This to me was an accomplishment on her part and I enjoyed knowing her hands held 2 cocks at once. Eventually he got on top of her and fucked her pussy with his “above average” cock. It was not the “monster” he made it out to be but stretched her apart into new places anyway. The fuck ended when he tried to slam her pussy doggy-style, ramming her end wall. Now having a hurt puss, my wife convinced us to try again another time. After he left I did however; suck the still fresh fuck sweat from around her hole until she came (the smell of a hot pussy right after a dick drilled it is incredible) and then filled her up with my own cum (his roughness cut short the chance for him to cum).

Try number 2 came weeks later but again had some disappointments. I give hints and clues to the “bull” so he understands what works and what does not. He ignored this advice and once my wife was naked in his bed, buried his face into her pussy, making her cum quickly (normally this is the end of sex for the night with my wife). Since her clit is super sensitive after cumming, he only aggravated her crotch by continuing to eat her cunt. After she told him this, he repositioned himself and sank his thick dick into her. From the edge of the bed, I was enjoying the show of seeing my wife’s pussy sphincter tight around him but at this point; she’s just wanting him to “get his”. Seeing your young wife with an older man is an experience in itself. Watching him stroke deep inside a pussy that belongs to the husband, opening it in new ways and enjoying her body is a memory I still jack off to. He drilled her for what must have been over fifteen minutes and finally growled as he deeply packed her vagina with his jism. I asked him not to pull out until he went soft. I wanted all his cum inside my wife. Eventually, he pulled away and for the 2nd time in our marriage, I mounted my wife after another man had her. His dick had stretched and cream filled her, causing my dick to feel “loose” inside her hot-sloppy wet cooch. I came uncontrollably within a few strokes, dumping loads of white fluid inside her to mix with the other. Pulling away, my cock was “pudding” covered and her pussy looked a mess. I loved it.

Now my wife was truly exploring sexuality in new areas. Our realtor had a younger friend whom we had seen around town and the wife wanted to bed him. Although he was married, this only added to the excitement. For my wife to express interest in sex in someone else (without my coaching) was a turn on. I wasted no time arranging a meeting but the wife set “conditions” for it. This would be a “private” encounter and the TV would be played loudly so to keep whatever happens “discreet”. We all met at our realtor’s house and the wife sat down next to the guy she had been craving and we all began downing beers. It was suggested by our host (realtor) that my wife and new friend go into the bedroom. Looking at the handsome guy my wife asked him “what do you think”? My cock ached in my pants at this!!! For her to take the lead and invite him herself (without looking to me for approval) was exciting. They both got up and started the short walk with him in the lead into the bedroom, my wife closing the door behind them. As agreed, the TV was turned up while I and our host busied ourselves with internet porn. It was hard not to think about the next room. My mind raced constantly and I wished I had X-ray vision. She appeared once to get new beers for her and “friend”. I looked her over for signs of “fucking” (none found, clothes and hair all in place) and asked “how’s it going”? “Good” and with a smile, turned to walk back into the bedroom. “Damned TV” I thought as I couldn’t even hear the door close. Other than hearing a loud “thump” against the wall once shortly after, the next hour was uneventful. My heart still races thinking about it, wondering what’s happening a few feet away on the other side of a wall. Our host tired of the wait and at the end of about an hour and twenty minutes, reset the TV to a normal volume, planted himself into his recliner and channel surfed. I sat uneasy on the couch. Anxious would be a poor word to describe me, I was way beyond that. I thought I heard muffled conversation from the bedroom and possibly the rustle of clothes (and perhaps the clank of a belt buckle). The door opened and the new “friend” was the first to exit. His hair was out of place and shirt tucked hap hazardly into his pants. My wife looked similar, hair not as well placed with a look of tiredness (almost exhaustion). Eager to get going back home, I briefly said good-by’s to the two men who had known my wife as I did (not sure if the new friend fucked my wife with 100% assurance at this point but guessed so) and hurried my spouse into the car.

The drive home was quiet, neither of us speaking. I was about to burst wanting to know the story. Getting home I told my wife I was unsure if she and the handsome guy had sex. With a tired tone she replied “well, we did”. She went on to tell me the “thump” against the wall was her head hitting the wall while riding “cowgirl”. I sat as if listening to the greatest story ever as she described how he had relentlessly pounded her pussy “hard and fast” for an hour! She admitted the loud TV was beneficial cause’ she moaned loudly as he drilled her. I cursed that damned TV to myself and her insistence on having it on cause’ hearing her cry out like that would have remained with me forever! This experience was into new territory because she had been with another man without me being present. The “secrecy” of it was just as appealing. The rest of the evening was a disappointment for me. He had used a condom so no sloppy 2nds for me and because of her exhaustion, I was not permitted to lick (or smell) her love hole. Instead, I jacked off several times that night. Like a spoiled kid, I spent the night unhappy that I didn’t even get to fuck her after she had just been ploughed. Poor me.

Fast forward another year and a move to Texas. Now my wife was enlisted in the Army and met a German soldier training at her duty station. I encouraged her to continue their friendship. The day finally came that he visited us one evening. My wife had “mentioned” to him previously that we were sort of “swingers” so he was aware that fucking my wife was possible. I love evenings that set the mood for sex and I already knew how to “create” an environment to encourage it. My German is terrible so it added to my anticipation to hear them converse. When the time was right, I asked if they would watch TV in the bedroom cause’ I was “tired” and needed the couch (he he). My wife “flustered” a bit at this but they relocated (there were no chairs, only the bed to rest on) and this was just what I wanted. Turning off the lights hid me from their view but allowed be a “foot of the bed” view into the bedroom. I immediately wanted to masturbate but waited in case they walked back into the living room. I had to be sure “it” was going to happen first. Maybe an hour later the wife walked back into the living room. “We’re going to watch a movie” she told me while picking out a DVD. This was a good sign since it was after 8pm and he would be committed to stay a bit longer in the bedroom with my wife. “Turn off the bedroom light please, it bothers me (he he)” I asked her before she left, earning me a “disgusted” look from her. As I asked, the light was off and she explained the reason in German (I suppose) and climbed into bed. The TV in the bedroom also aided me to see what was happening and further hid me. Now I began to feel myself through my jogging pants (a good choice for feeling yourself up versus Levis) just knowing my wife was in bed with someone else. In hindsight, having the door closed would have been just as exciting but that may have been pushing it. Halfway through the movie, I was wet with pre-cum and began to lose hope the event would even happen when I saw him reach over and rub my wife’s arm with the back of his hand. IT’S ON!!!

This “petting” happened for a while with my wife later placing her arm closer to give him a better reach. My jogging pants were down below my balls as I stroked my cock slowly, waiting for the next progression. Rolling on his side, he now ignored the movie and rubbed along my wife’s arm, shoulder and stomach. Leaning into her, they started to kiss. I never seen her kiss someone else and I ached wanting to cum. Kissing continued with his hand under her shirt now, feeling and groping her tits. Clothes interfered with them now and my wife removed her shirt and bra first, causing him to down dress also. Once down to underwear, he slipped his hand into her panties with her spreading wide to give him total access. At times, I had to release my dick to keep hot spurts of cum from blowing out. Underwear came off soon after and the passionate kissing intensified. Breaking away, he fumbled for a condom and put it on almost nervously. My wife mounted him and sank his dick into her pussy. In a slow tempo, she raised and lowered herself on his cock but the fun was not to last. He was over-excited and came quickly. Some words were exchanged (embarrassed apologies and “don’t worry about it” I suppose) and they began to re-dress. Now I have a problem. I’m fully erect and have no place to hide because they will soon be out. Pulling up my clothing and “pillowing” my crotch, I braced for being “caught” “keyholing” the whole event. As soon as the living room lights were on “I knew you weren’t asleep” my wife said in an almost angry tone. Her German friend briefly spoke with her and hastily headed for the door (his pride a little lesser I suppose) and left. I promptly re-directed my wife back into the bedroom where I finished what he started. At this point, we both needed to achieve orgasm. I later encouraged her to give him another chance which she agreed.

Another weekend approached and my wife asked if she could meet her German friend at his place. “Hell yes” I responded “as long as he picks you up since it’s a big city and I don’t want you to get lost”. With that, all we needed was the coming Friday night. Arrangements were made that she would meet him on post and he would drive her to his place. Friday arrived, after duty, she changed into “civies”, kissed me bye and headed out. I was again aroused to no end.

Hours passed. I must have picked up my cell phone wanting to message her. A husband is always worried about his wife’s safety and eager to know what’s happening. I resisted the urge and put down the phone (many times), and pretended to have patients. Every time a set of headlights lit up the street I was alert and looking, anxious to see my wife. Around 10:30pm, she finally pulled into the driveway. I was like a puppy happy to see his owner. She came in; carrying a small grocery bag, looking as before (I always assume people that fuck look like they have, whatever that is). “Well, do you have cum in your pussy?” I asked. “Yes I do” she said in an almost boast. ”You went into a store with a wet puss” I asked in amazement (she always said a creampie made her feel “dirty” and had to be cleaned). For her to walk around with another man’s cum in her was just an extra “slice of birthday cake”. I wasted no time walking her into the bedroom, laying her on her back and removed her pants and underwear. I expected to see evidence in her panties but found them dry (I didn’t smell them. I should have). Instead, she had a thick liquid that separated her pussy lips and ran the entire length of her crack. I wanted to lick her pussy. I wanted to smell her fucked pussy and recall asking for permission (denied! I suppose she thinks that’s too much). I would never give oral to another guy but for some reason a creampie seems acceptable. Instead I quickly drove my dick inside her and rubbed her clit. We both came soon (she hadn’t came yet) and because my load is much more “fluid”, now she had no choice but to “cleanup”. Having your wife meet another man for sex and waiting for her to return cannot be described accurately; you have to go through it. I also learned that cum is in many forms. Some guys have thick “almost paste like” jism, others have clear to white “KY” like sperm (like me). For sloppy 2nds, the latter is much better. I expected to slip and slide inside her but what he left was just not as enjoyable. Knowing his sperm was swimming inside her was pleasurable anyway.

We met with him several more times and tried different versions of threesomes. I had trouble taking turns with her for some reason. I did eventually do this but at first I lost my hard on and had to watch awhile before getting it back. Perhaps it’s psychological. Up till then, I had been a “watcher”, a “go last” guy but I wanted to “tag team” my wife and help the “bull” take care of her love hole. I was able to overcome this but it took a few attempts. A good thing never lasts and after a disagreement concerning anal sex, he lost interest (that’s something I rarely have gotten from the wife myself). I know this seems like a book but hang on for one more.

Not satisfied with the experiences with the last “bull”, the wife found herself on the internet, searching for a replacement. For her to be the one looking for a bull, always puts “steel” in my pants. The act excites me for some reason. Maybe it’s her interest to get fucked by someone else besides me. Military posts are great cause’ there’s no shortage of dick to be found. Enter Adam, a tall, good looking guy who also is in search of a “fuck buddy”. She had found him while net-surfing and liked what she saw. Communication was made and over the next few days it progressed to cell phone conversations. When he would call, she hurriedly went outside to take the call, making me curious about what was being said. I offered to rent a “nice” room for a meeting and she relayed this to Adam. Nice rooms come at a cost but this final adventure was worth it. A date and time was set and I couldn’t wait.

The room was bi-level with a bed upstairs and down. All furnishings and layout was quality and I hoped his performance would be just as satisfying. We had arrived early and relaxed, wondering if he would even show up. The clock ticked closer and I found myself wondering from room to room thinking about what would happen. I took this time to confirm what my wife expected. Where do you want to fuck? should I wait outside? can I listen in? I asked her in an annoying manner I’m sure. Basically she had no preference about anything but having said previously that “private” fucking is more fun, I told her I would be on the couch during the “fun”.

A “knock” finally came to the door and my wife answered it. Adam was impressive even to me. Young, tall and a handshake meant for a cowboy made me almost feel sorry for what he would do to her crotch. After greetings were exchanged, I suggested my wife give our good looking friend a tour. I placed myself in the recliner (giving them sitting space on the couch for later) as my wife led the stud from room to room. I remember that their first stop in the first bathroom lasted a while (she told me later he placed a firm, passionate kiss on her lips right away. Damn, you go boy!) Returning from the “field trip”, they sat fairly close to each other on the couch, his arm on the couch back and hand on the back of her neck, massaging it all the while. I tried to make small talk but felt nervous so I pretended to watch TV and ignore them. No matter how many times I experience this, it makes me feel like a virgin on prom night. In the past, I had coaxed or suggested things to get things going but chose to let nature take its course this time. I felt my “being there” had things stalled so I excused myself upstairs and laid on the bed, wondering what I would hear next. The rented room had a great layout for “spying” on the floor below. The upper bedroom was more like a balcony overlooking the living room below. I planned to peek over from time to time but waited quietly until they were busy enough to not notice my big head (not my dick) looking down at them. Some words were spoken with a reply “you can put them over there”, followed by steps and the chime of keys on the kitchen table. Figuring he had just put something on the table and re-sat on the couch, I continued eavesdropping, waiting for something more interesting to feed my curiosity. After sometime, I sat up from the bed and looked over the half wall to see they were gone. “Shit, I’m missing it!” I thought as I crept downstairs to occupy the best seat, the couch. I was careful to be quiet and not disturb them. This was important for me cause’ I wanted them to have a good time without my wife’s pervert husband fumbling it up. At the end of the stairs is the bedroom doorway at the immediate right. In order to get to the couch, I had to cross (the still open) door way and did so as quickly as possible. I caught a glimpse of my naked wife sitting on the edge of the bed facing not directly at me, with him pulling down his underwear, closely in front of her. I was unsure if I was unseen and hoped I wasn’t. I quickly grabbed the TV remove and gradually turned the volume to zero (another place I wanted to not be noticed). I could hear hard kissing and labored breathing (this guy worked fast). My wife began to lightly moan in rhythm, hinting to me he was probably inside her now and the fucking was taking place. Occasionally, I could also hear Adam “umph” and breathe heavy as he went to work on my wife’s pussy. My jeans were at knee level as I jacked myself in unison to the sounds from the next room. I felt happy for my wife. Adam seemed to be the best so far and was fucking her like she deserved. I heard my wife grow louder and faster with her whelps and grunts with Adam doing the same in his own way. The bed noise picked up in volume and speed. He was fucking the shit out of my wife and I couldn’t have been happier about it. My wife let out a sharp high pitched squeal, a pause, followed by a relaxed gasp. She had come. For the second time in our marriage, she came on another man’s dick. This time without any help from me, Adam was a true stud. When she came it was like I had done it myself. I envisioned how tight she was now. Clamped down on his dick while he thrusted it in and out of her. I held on tightly to my dick. So much so that my cock turned bluish from the pressure I had ceased masturbating, just content to listen to what would come next. Having brought my wife to orgasm, Adam was driving himself into her ever faster and harder, drawing pleasure from my wife’s pussy, building his cum to explosion. He pounded her so much that I could visualize his balls bouncing against my wife’s asshole. Each thrust in her was verified by a quick grunt as his pelvis met hers, driving his cock as deep as possible. “UUUuuuuuugnh…..OHHhh” I heard as he surely had began shooting hot, pressured streams of cum inside my woman. He continued humping my wife in a gradual decreased force and tempo until there was quiet. I think there was perhaps a kiss between them and he rolled off of her, both of them exhaling deep to catch their breath. Some talk between them and a laugh followed, telling me it was done. I had previously told my wife to fuck again if he’s willing and I waited patiently, hoping this would just be the beginning but hearing Adam search for his clothes squelched that hope.

After redressing myself, I walked in to see my wife still naked on the bed with Adam sitting on the edge, putting on his shoes. “Have a good cum” I said walking toward my wife. “Yeah, did you” followed by laughter from the both of them. I smiled (artificially) and gave a long “No” reply while their laughter continued. This laugh from them belittled me for some reason. I felt the butt of their enjoyment at my expense and was a little hurt by it. For the first time I felt like a “cuck”, and I was put off by it. I realized something at that moment. Cuckolds are sometimes treated with a bit of cruelty by hotwives and bulls. This is fine for the willing participant but I didn’t like it. I had been generous to allow my wife and this guy to fuck and in return, was made the joker. A keyhole husband voyeurs the action and joins in the fun (if he wants). The husband should be revered and treated with respect (unless you like to be humiliated and punished). I promised myself to not allow my wife (or whoever she’s with) to use me for a cheap laugh again. It was a blemish on an otherwise perfect evening. I put aside my feelings (but not forgotten) and was able to get some close-up photos of my wife’s crotch. His cum had oozed out of her cunt and down her asshole, pooling a small puddle on the bed. Without even wiping her pussy, she dressed and we all returned to the living room for a “relax” from the action. Adam stayed for a while and channel surfed while my wife curled up on the couch. I was still stewed at the both of them and now wanted him to leave. When he finally got up to leave, I was almost as happy as when he arrived. My wife gave him a long kiss goodbye and closed the door behind him. She sat back down and began playing a “gameboy”. I looked at her with wonder, thinking about her still wet pussy under her jeans and panties, swimming with his semen. I gave her an hour as a break and then asked for “my turn”. I undressed quickly; lying on the middle of the bed (she understands this signals “her on top”) and waited for her to undress (again). My wife has an awesome foreplay technique where she gets on top and plants her pussy on my dick, causing the cock to lay between her lips and then “slides” back in forth (think “hotdog in the bun”). I have came many times like this but a slippery pussy full of cum intensifies the effect 1,000 times. Adam had also left her pussy somewhat open and after some juicy “slide” action, my cock found the hole without any effort. If I could name the best fuck I ever had with my wife, that was it. Her snatch felt almost electric and my dick had no choice but to fill her pussy to overflowing. It was the hardest, best orgasm I ever had in my life. I asked her not to “clean up” and fucked her again (twice) before she showered the next morning. Some weeks later I had attempted to contact Adam for another meeting but he didn’t respond (just as well).

We have since had a baby (a present from Adam?) and my wife has sworn off the “lifestyle”. “Not a thing a good mother does” she explains. Our sex has also taken a change (about twice a month, when “she” wants it). I now have permission to find a “fuck buddy” (to offset her interest in sex) but trying to be the “bull” is a challenge. Being married is hard to sell also. Strange pussy sounds interesting but I would trade all of it to see my wife in action. My wife is still my favorite porn star.

This is probably the end of my wife-sharing experiences. I only have fading memories to jack off too now (and a few close-up picks). The positives outweigh the negatives overall (except not filming any of it) and it was a lot of lusty fun while it lasted. I had previously submitted pics to this site if you want to research under “Wife Sandy”. So if your wife is just as enthused as you are about sex (and adventurous), tell her how much you appreciate it and that it makes you happy that she shares her experiences with you. An open minded woman, who is willing to keep her man ROCK HARD, is worth her weight in gold (or cum)!

What Adam did to Sandy’s Pussy

You can read some of Toms and Sandy’s past submissions here;



Submitted by: Tom - USA


December 16, 2009

Oasis gets revenge

Hotwife Oasis diary update.


Sometimes my husband can be the biggest idiot in the world. The year he not only completely forgot my birthday - but actually invited a few of his own friends over that night to play video games - was just such an occasion. As I’m sure you can imagine, I was totally pissed! So I called up a couple of my girlfriends and went out clubbing for the night. I pretty much got dressed and walked out of the house without bothering to tell him what I was doing or where I was going. I was in a mood, and got pretty drunk and pretty outrageous at the bar we ended up at!

I was flirting pretty heavily with this black guy at the bar, and I told him about what had happened and that I really wanted to find a way to pay my husband back for totally forgetting me. And then the perfect idea came to me - I would bring this black guy home with me and then fuck him right in front of my husband and his friends. Lucky for me, this guy wasn’t shy at all, and he thought it would be great payback! (Actually, I’m pretty sure he was just excited that I was going to be a sure thing!). So I brought him home (along with a small party of other bar-goers) and that’s exactly what we did!

My husband had a pretty good idea of what he was in for when I showed up at the house with a big black guy in tow. And then when I calmly stepped in front of the TV and started unbuckling the guy’s pants - in front of my husband’s friends who were all sitting on the couch - he turned and walked out of the room. I pulled out a very nice BBC and started going to town. Hubby’s friends were all freaking out a little, but not a single one of them averted their eyes - this show was much more exciting than the video games! For the next hour, I played with my new guy on the livingroom floor in front of my hubby’s friends. I sucked his cock, he went down on me, he fucked me on my back and on my hands and knees. When he came, he squirted it all over my face.

After he came, we both calmly got dressed and left the room. I went to find my husband and show him the cumload dripping down my chin. Needless to say, he hasn’t forgotten my birthday since!



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December 10, 2009

An unwitting journey

Cuckold Place Update

I’d like to share the story of my (unwitting) cuckold life (well, the last 15 years). It is unusual in that although my wife had not been faithful to me, she was not in many ways promiscuous or into the lifestyle. However, I can share with you some positives in the sense that as a cuckold there were some vicarious erotic moments.

It’s going to take some time to tell the whole story, so I’ll start at the beginning to set the scene.

We met when I was 31 and she was 23. She was young, blonde, blue-eyed and very flirtatious. She was (and still is) quite beautiful with a lovely face, D-cup breasts that defied gravity for many years, curvaceous figure, nice legs and quite sexy feet (size 6). I’ve attached some pictures of my wife here. It was the flirtatious nature of hers that brought this all on, but I jump ahead. For the first few years we had sex incessantly - twice a day was the average. She loved to go hard and fast, although later complain about the quality, but nevertheless you can’t have it both ways. Either go at it like an inexperienced 18yo or have a more sumptuous time (or both if you can manage it). I’d certainly had more erotic encounters with less attractive women, but she was damn hot and for a male that triggers plenty of buttons.

But on to the reason we’re all at this site. It took me some years to piece it all together so I’ll spare you that journey and start with what I now know happened. I was able at times to get her to confess some of the things that she got up to. My favourite was to have her mount me and tease me while telling all of the finer details. It did and does make me incredibly horny to hear about her lust and desire and the thought of her fucking someone else. The pity was that she didn’t like being interrogated as it were and wasn’t able to disassociate guilt. But no matter, it shouldn’t spoil this recounting.

By now she was 26 and I was 34. She had been going out a lot with “work” people while we were overseas, partners never invited. In fact she had been getting “hot and heavy” with a former coworker - flirting, kissing, groping. The coming home to me to wake me up in the night, mount my cock and have very hard fucking. She doesn’t come from intercourse so afterwards she’d go straight to a vibrator to finish off, no doubt fantasising about the other fellow. She loves headjobs but when she’s drunk it’s a lot more work so prefers a vibe.

The first time she fucked him was not long after we formally became engaged. There’s a lot more background but let’s cut to the chase. She went back to his place and he cooked her dinner. They then played some strip poker games. Each time one of them lost the hand they’d stand up and do a little dancing turn. Sometimes one of them would go under the table to tease the other with their tongue on their thigh. Eventually they went to his bedroom and rolled around. You have to understand they had a LOT of pent up angst and horniness from nearly a year of the flirting/kissing/groping. She said that her bra came off, and then eventually the rest. She rode his cock initially (bareback I assume - she is and was a sucker for a bare dick). She would have slowly teased the tip of his penis before riding up and down while he sucked her nipples. She says he held her hips at one point and thrust up into her which she didn’t enjoy so much. She likes to be in control when on top and often would lift her legs to press down on my (or his as well I suppose) thighs to stop that. Eventually they rolled over and she says there was a lot of hard fucking and groaning. She told me at one point that she didn’t think he’d ever came in any of their sessions as he was on anti-depressants which killed the ability to orgasm. But as she loves long, hard fucking (she once said that she didn’t think a dick could ever be too big for her) that would have worked for her. Eventually they’d just stop fucking. She tells me afterwards that time she came back to where we were staying the night and spooned up to me and cried. I don’t really remember, she might have.

The next encounter with the same person she had on a trip to New York to see a friend. As luck would have it, she arranged to meet him there. As best I can work it out after going out to dinner and getting very drunk they ended up in his hotel room rolling around on the bed. I think she resisted him a while but after getting naked there was a lot of foreplay. He tried to make her come with his fingers. She’s not actually a finger girl, although she did describe one boyfriend who made her melt with his fingers. By contrast she was never satisfied with my fingering, except when I went down on her clitoris and used two fingers on her G-Spot which is her favourite way of coming except when the vibe suits her better. Eventually that night she would have done her signature move which is climbing on top of his dick and slowly teasing herself and him. That’s something she’s done her whole life, she just can’t resist a bare dick. It’s bound to get her into trouble now as she’s not on the pill anymore. I can just imagine getting a phone call sometime soon. But back to what happened. She didn’t let him go down on her or her on him, but there was a lot of kissing, breast fondling, and fingering. They fucked in at least three positions - her on top, missionary, and doggy style. She says he held her hips and fucked her very hard. There was also a lot of biting, apparently their pent-up angst translated to expressing it on each other. She hates hickies (with me anyway) but seemed to like what they did to each other. Perhaps it signified marking each other as ownership. After a while they got horny again and fucked some more. In her words, the bedsheets were very messed up that night.

Early in the morning she went out and made a phone call to me in Australia. I wasn’t aware at the time what was going on. She told me how horny she was. After the call she went back to his room and they fucked again, this time much more slowly. If he was going to make her come that would have been the time, but I don’t actually think she’s ever come from a penis only. I did make her come one time from the side by tickling her clitoris with my finger but she never seemed keen to repeat the experience.

Keeping to chronological order next time I’ll talk about some of our swinging experiences. I was convinced at the time that I could share these things with her. What I was to later learn is that she doesn’t perceive herself as promiscuous (well, she loves to fuck on the first date and now that she’s single she’ll be going hard). It was more that she’s very flirtatious and for that to work it has to be one-on-one with another guy without me around.

We almost had the perfect relationship but never quite. If she had simply had a lot of physical extra-marital sex and told me all about it I would have been happy and incredibly turned on. But she doesn’t like being interrogated and feels guilty at some level so it just was never going to be in sync.

The facts that I had built up as to what had happened were garnered piece by piece. It made me incredibly horny to have her tell me each tiny bit of the puzzle. Often when she was drunk she’d let a little more slip. I used to love either her riding me, teasing my dick while she told me snippets in between passionate kisses. Or, I would mount her either from the front or behind and pin her down while I made her tell me more. It made me so hard and in turn I’d fuck her very hard which she’d love. I found that she never progressed from being a girl who just loved a good, hard, long fuck. I craved more dominance which she never could deliver. I wanted to be kneeling at her feet, being made to suck her toes and kiss her feet to earn each new piece of information. What really made me fundamentally excited was imagining her lust, her desire, how horny she was and how much she enjoyed herself while being unfaithful.

I used to masturbate to some really quite submissive cuckold fantasies. I’d imagine she’d bring him home, slip into the bedroom ahead of him and make me hide in the closet or under the bed while telling him that I was out. So I’d have to watch them fucking but be helpless to do anything. When I’d get really horny I’d imagine that he knew about me being present and I’d have to watch them up close. Again perhaps sucking her toes while he fucked her, or gave her head, to orgasm. In the most extreme fantasies I would be given an opportunity to stop her from fucking him by helping get him off. She might give him a foot job while I had to suck his cock but have only one minute, otherwise he’d mount her. She might mount him reverse cowgirl and then lean back to kiss him and have him grope her breasts while I had to watch his dick in her pussy while I licked her clitoris to orgasm. I had entered a deep cuckold place but ironically we weren’t ever quite on the same page. I used to encourage her quite a bit to have sex with others and tell me about it but she wouldn’t. If it hadn’t been from a position of betrayal but honesty and mutual participation we might have had a perfect marriage.

We had a couple of swinging experiences. It started with a dungeon-warming party just before we were married. We went along quite vanilla to see what it was about. It was almost entirely full of lifestyle people. There was some play, a Dom strapped her wrists above her head, exposed her breasts, arse, and pussy. She wore knee-high black boots but otherwise was exposed. He whipped her arse and teased her. She said she liked the riding crop being rubbed over her clit. Later we went upstairs, she stripped, was blindfolded, and he strapped her arms to the corners of the bed and tied her ankles to her thighs with her legs spread. We each kissed her from either side, teasing her breasts and nipples up to her armpits. She was desperately horny and begged for cock. In the end I mounted her and fucked her until I came and we went home shortly afterwards. We fucked incessantly for the next few days.

We went to a real swingers party in Melbourne. We ended up talking to a Kiwi couple and went upstairs. She was quite drunk and ended up stripping down to her high heels and kissing the other woman. Eventually she lay back while the other woman went down on her. Finally the guy finished her off with his tongue and lifted her legs over his shoulders and fucked her. After a little rest he took her doggy style but then it was all over.

Another time she was out with a friend and phoned me. She asked me if I was still interested in a threesome. Of course I said “yes!”. I drove in to pick her and the other guy from the pub and went back to his place. She sat on the couch with one leg draped over his talking for a while. They kissed for a bit and we all went to the bedroom. He seemed to want me to hang around so I stripped off and sat on the edge of the bed. They fucked for a little bit then she mounted him and it seemed like a good idea to take her up the arse. We fucked like that for a while and she said it felt fantastic. We took a little break while I went down on her and they kissed. In the end, he finger-fucked her from behind while he wanked and she sucked my dick. She did, and still does I’d say, have a fantasy of sucking a dick while she’s fucked very hard so it was nearly like that. That’s pretty much it for the swinging phase.

We separated a month ago. The journey pretty much ends there. We had sex once since, which was delicious and poignant. But in terms of the unwitting cuckold, the adventurous swingers, or the kinky at-home couple we’re at the end. Telling about these experiences has been good to get a load off (so to speak). But we’re about done with each other. I’ve been wondering what to do next. Have started profiles on AFF, ALT, and others but so far not too much. I’ve even considered offering to act as a bull for other couples. I know first hand what is and isn’t exciting for both so could help others on the journey (only with consenting couples, I myself wouldn’t want to be part of cheating, just something that brings a couple together). Not sure about that one yet either!

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Submitted by: Bully4You


December 8, 2009

Kelly sucks off friend

Email from Shawn, husband of hotwife Kelly Anderson

Hey Trash!! Just wanted to send you a classic video of Kelly from awhile back and thought you could share it with your blog users. It was totally unplanned, I had a good friend over and we were watching football and drinking beers while Kelly was sitting and talking with us. Kelly started acting really slutty and flirtatious with my friend and he was flirting back with her.

First, they were talking about sex. Then, she started talking about how she loves sucking cock and how she was really in the mood to suck cock. I could see where this was going and I was really surprised because we had known this dude for years and he was a good friend of mine and not done anything like this before. Finally, she just told us that if we wanted, she would like to suck us both off right there on the couch. My friend wasn’t shy. He accepted her offer and she came right over and started sucking his cock. That’s when I went and got my video camera and the rest is all on video. You can download it below…

Kelly Anderson
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December 4, 2009

My contractor and my wife

Hotwife Jackie’s husband writes in to us.

My contractor and I played a round of eighteen holes of golf this morning. We hung out at the clubhouse for a beer then I invited him home to meet the wife since she would be the one home while he was supervising our remodel. My wife brought us another round of beers and some sandwiches and we all sat around and chatted. I could tell John, my contractor, really liked my wife. He told her how beautiful she was. It was then I told him that I took pictures and video of her and put them up on the web for other men to enjoy. After a few beers he was very bold and asked if he could have my wife’s panties. I told my wife to stand up and walk over to him. She did and we both reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down together. I told my wife to her to lay back on the couch with her head on the arm rest. I told my contractor to go over to my wife and unzip his pants and hang his cock in her face. “Open your mouth baby!” I then told my contractor “Go ahead John, put your cock in her mouth.” I told my wife to suck it good. She began sucking John’s dick. Before long we were both taking turns stuffing our dicks in my wifes mouth and fucking her face. I told my wife to spread her legs and the contractor fuck her if he wanted. He wasted no time shoving his cock into my wife’s cunt and started banging her as she sucked my dick. We traded off between her cunt and her mouth a few times before John shot a huge load of cum into my wifes hot hole! When we were finished I had my wife spread her legs one more time for a shot of his cum dripping out of her cunt.


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December 2, 2009

Intimate with old flame

I’m not sure I really qualify as a cuckold. I’m not into the humiliation aspect that so many who characterize themselves as cuckolds are. Perhaps I’m more of a Candaulist: one who enjoys exposing their mate to others in various settings and, carrying that idea to its logical conclusion, derives pleasure in watching their wife or partner have sex with other men. Fortunately I live with a woman who has an exhibitionistic streak and a healthy sex drive and is willing to indulge me in this area. We always play together although she will often wear revealing clothes to work and then tell me about the men who flirt with her and catch glimpses of her breasts and pussy which she subtly displays. I love to hear her stories when she gets home.

We reserve our more extreme behavior for when we are out in bars and restaurants or out of town when we are less likely to run into people that we know. There was an evening recently, however, that broke this pattern as she had an old high school friend come into town from back east. She had actually had a threesome with him and his wife after their high school reunion about eight years ago before I met her. He had recently called my girlfriend to say he would be in town for the weekend and his wife had given him the go ahead to look her up and see what she was up to. We later learned that his wife had also said he was free to engage in any activity if the situation presented itself. They are mild swingers back where they live and each of them had things going on the side.

We hadn’t been out playing in a while and since we planned on getting together with him anyway while he was visiting so we discussed the possibility of having him fuck her should circumstances present themselves. We agreed that it could be fun and the fact that he lived out of town mitigated the fact that she knew him. I was excited at the possibilities even more than usual especially since she could feel very safe with him, something that we do have to consider with the men we don’t know. She remembered the time she hooked up with him and his wife at their reunion and started to get excited for the opportunity to have sex with him again.

I asked her to pick out one of her most revealing outfits to wear with the hope of setting the tone for the evening so after work she went home to prepare herself. We arranged to meet him at a nice upscale bar in a hotel downtown convenient to his hotel and as I had some work to finish up I decided it would be better to go join them straight from work. We had decided to meet at 6:00pm but I thought I’d give them a little time together to catch up and didn’t get there until about 6:30.

By the time I arrived they were both on their second drink and I could tell that things looked promising. She had worn a draped-neck top that hung almost to her navel so that when she leaned forward her breasts were very visible. Together with a short skirt she looked very hot and he appeared to be enjoying himself. After some small talk the conversation drifted to the topic of the last reunion and I asked them to give me all the juicy details from when they had fucked before. He didn’t need much encouragement when we told him what we had in mind for the rest of the evening. We headed over to his hotel and he fingered her pussy in the elevator on the way to his room.

Once inside I took a chair in the corner and watched as he proceeded to fuck her in every conceivable position. Since she felt comfortable with him she was relaxed in a way that was different from that of the strangers I had seen her fuck; she even felt safe enough to let him screw her without a condom which she never does with someone we have just met. I was going crazy watching his cock slide in and out of her and when he finally exploded he left her cunt dripping with his cum. This was something new for both of us-she asked if I would come eat her out and even though she was oozing his cum out of her pussy I felt like I needed to oblige. Maybe I’m more of a cuckold than I thought.

I think we are close to entering a new stage of this relationship as the idea of having her fuck people she is somewhat familiar with may open up some pleasurable doors for us. I’m not sure I could ever get to the point where I would be comfortable having her go fuck someone by herself and then come home and tell me about it. I think I like watching too much for that and it really makes fucking her myself all that much better.

Submitted by: Jon - USA


November 28, 2009

Camp site fuck

A few years ago, my wife and I had had a few sexual experiences outside of our marriage, and they were all fun. I always encouraged her to flirt with other men, hoping one day she would have sex with one.

One weekend we went camping, and after we got set up and were sitting outside our motorhome by the campfire, we noticed a Camper of a friend of ours was parked a little way away. Eventually he saw us and he came over and joined us by the campfire. We had had a few beers and spent a pleasant evening with him. I got tired fairly early that night and decided to hed for bed, but told my wife and my friend to stay and have fun. I was very excited about the possibility of something happening between them both. I looked out the window after I had been in bed for about an hour, and saw that they were not by the fire. I was so tired from the days travelling I eventually fell asleep.

About three hours later, I heard my wife coming into our camper, and I woke up. I asked her if she had had fun, and all she said was “Feel my pussy!” It was wet and dripping with cum. She then laid on her back and told me to lick it out, and I did, licking her to orgasm. I then climbed up over her and slid my cock into the wettest, warmest, most incredible feeling pussy I had ever experienced. I came almost immediately, and so did she. We carried on fucking like we have never fucked before and I came about nine times in the next couple of hours. I had never come so many times in such a short time, and I have never experienced anything like that since.

My wife kept on seeing him for a few more years, but then he started getting possessive and wanted more, so my wife broke it off. It was sill, one of the hottest experiences of our married life.

Submitted by: John - Minnesota


November 12, 2009

My Wife, His Gift

Hotwifeblog reader Carter from Seattle, WA has written in with this story of his wife’s first time with another man.


This is the fist time I’ve written a story and I hope it’s legible and that you enjoy it.

I (Carter) have an incredibly sexy and intelligent wife. She (Catalina) is a 5’4”; 36C+ x 24 x 37 naturally bronzed Latin goddess. I feel so lucky that this amazingly beautiful woman agreed to most of my advances and finally my proposal to marry her. She knew from the beginning of our relationship about my fantasies of seeing her with another man, however, she made it very clear that she had no interest in heading down that road We had never done any swinging or any thing like that but we still considered ourselves to be a relatively open minded couple. We both enjoy the clothes she chooses to wear; she never uses panties and loves to dress to show off her incredible body when ever the cold Seattle weather permits. We also enjoy most of the looks and comments she receives from others on how hot and gorgeous she is. Some of my favorite outfits are the ones that barely contain her tits; sometimes when Catalina bends over, or makes a sudden movement, her tits practically jump right out of her top. A couple of my best friends have even had the chance to take pictures of her at barbeques and parties where half of one of her tits is exposed and she stands there posing as if nothing were wrong or as if she enjoyed showing her tits to them (which I’m sure she does!). I’ve even had the chance to take her tits out and kiss and suck them while in the back seat of a taxi late at night.

About three months ago while my wife was on Skype talking with her mother in Colombia and chatting on Messenger with friends and family down in South America. I asked her who she was chatting with and she told me it was one of her friends Sandra and to Carlos, her uncle’s brother in law. When she was done I asked here how Sandra and Carlos were doing and she said that Sandra was telling her all about her latest adventures and that Carlos and his fiancé were preparing for their wedding and a honey moon to Santa Marta, Colombia. I then made a joke saying that it was too bad that we couldn’t make it down there until after the wedding because she’d make a great dancer at his bachelor’s party. She then surprised the hell out of me when she came back saying that she could always be his wedding gift after the wedding! “Oh yeah! And I’m sure he’d love for me to wrap you up as his belated wedding gift!” I fired back.

The next evening after work she was online again chatting with Sandra and Carlos. This became a normal afternoon event for her over the next month. Most of the time I was busy with work so I didn’t pay much attention to her chatting and was always happy that she could stay in touch so easily with friends and family so far away.

One day I heard her laughing quite a bit in a tone that I know, for her, is very erotic or sexual. Later that night while we were in bed I asked her about her chatting and why she was giggling so much. She then went on to tell me that Carlos would love to unwrap his wedding present, even if it did mean having to wait a couple of weeks after the wedding. We always sleep in the nude and as she told me this I had spooned up against her ass as I normally do and reached around to cup both of her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples softly. She then ground up against my crotch and said, “mmm, I can tell that someone likes the idea of unwrapping wedding presents.” I then rolled her over onto her back, stuck my face down between her legs and told her, “yeah, but I’m gonna eat some of the wedding present before he does.” And immediately ground my face into her already very wet pussy and ate her out to two consecutive orgasms before I planted my harden cock into her dripping pussy.

Later as we were laying together recuperating I asked her if he really said that and if so, why did she tell him about my joke. She answered me saying, “Yes, he did say that he was looking forward to un-wrapping the gift that you’ll be taking down there next month for him.” “You told him about my joke?” I asked. “Well, yeah, but it was because he asked me what I was going to give him for his wedding and besides, I know you’re just dying to let Carlos have a piece of this pie to eat.” She said to me as she rubbed her dripping pussy against my thigh. I then asked her if she liked him and she went on to tell me that she first met Carlos when she was 10 years old at her uncle and aunt’s house and found him to be very attractive. However, what would a 28 year old man want with a little girl? Then when she was 22 years old and he was 40 they ran into each other once again at a party were she flirted and danced with her aunt’s brother several times. As they danced she said that she could feel his hardon rub against her belly as he whispered in her ear about how he would love to find the opportunity for them to be alone together. That was four years ago, nothing has happened between them and they had only seen each other for brief moments since then because of distances but have remained in touch through the Internet. After telling me this I threw of the bedding that covered her and rammed my face back into her cum filled pussy and brought her to another orgasm as I licked and sucked it clean.

Almost all day the following day all I could think about was Catalina and Carlos. I was at work in my home office when Catalina got home from her office and immediately went to her PC to get online. I heard her typing away with that occasional sexy giggle of hers so I went into the den where she sat at her PC and peaked over her shoulders. She hid nothing and said nothing as I saw that she was chatting with Carlos. I asked her if he knew I was there and she said yes because her web cam was on. I then leaned over her to type and send my regards to him and asked him if he was looking forward to his wedding gift. And before he could reply I removed both of Catalina’s breasts from her top and squeezed them together giving him an excellent preview of the coming gifts. I then said good bye to Carlos and left my bare breasted wife to continue chatting with him. About a half an hour later she came to my office and asked me why I exposed her that way. I then replied, “Why didn’t you cover yourself when I left? You liked it didn’t you? You enjoyed showing off you tits for Carlos didn’t you?” She then bowed her head as if to show she was embarrassed and in a slight and quite response said, “Yes.” “And I imagine that Carlos also really got off on seeing your tits, didn’t he?” I added. “mmmmm, yes, quite a bit,” she responded still staring at the floor. “So much so” she added, “that he said he had to show me how hard I made him.” So I had to ask her, “Yeah? And did he show you? Did you like that? Is he big? Tell me all about it Babe.” She then went on to say that it was beautiful and appeared to be really big, larger then mine, but really could not be sure by just seeing it on cam. She continued on how much he said he wanted to be able to unwrap, see, touch and taste his wedding gift as he stroked himself. “So, did he cum on cam for you?” I asked. “No,” she replayed, “he said that his fiancé just pulled in so he had to log off.”

Hearing all of this from my wife, the woman that always said she wasn’t interested in these types of games and had always thought that I was crazy for wanting to see her with another man, had me hard as a rock. We then went into the kitchen to start something light to eat. As she was cutting up some veggies I stared over her shoulders at the breasts that Carlos had just gotten a hard-on from, and watched them jiggle around in her very low cut top. I walked up behind her, put my face to her neck to kiss her as my hands automatically reached around her to cup and hold those firm and beautiful breasts. I bent my knees to lower myself and rubbed my still very hard cock between the cheeks of her ass. To which she emitted a low moan and reached behind her to rub me through my straining jeans. “mmm,” she moaned, “just as hard as Carlos.” “No,” I moaned into her neck, “harder ‘cause I already got the gift in my hands and he’s only been able to see them on a webcam.”

We moved into the living room and forgot all about the veggies. I threw her onto the couch and as she fell back onto the couch her tits fell out of her blouse. I immediately dropped my pants and stepped out of them. I pulled off her jeans exposing her already wet shaved pussy, spread her legs and held them open as rammed my harden cock into her sopping wet pussy. I was surprised at how easily I penetrated her normally very tight pussy. At first I fucked her at a somewhat slow, smooth and steady rhythm and just as I started to speed up the pace I whispered into her ear, “I bet Carlos would do just about anything to be where I am at this moment.” And she let out a long and deep moan. I then started slamming my cock into her sopping cunt and said, “You’d like that would’t you?” she gasped and only another moan came from her. “Well wouldn’t you?” I raised my voice. “aaaaaah!” was her reply. “Well then if you’d like that say so!” I growled as I slammed into her again and again. “Oooooh, Yes! Yes! Do it! I want it! I want to! Uhhh, Aaaaaaaaah!!” she screamed as she came all over my cock. We were both so fired up from her cyber session with Carlos that we both came so quickly.

During the next couple of weeks Catalina and Carlos exchanged many erotic conversations and pictures; Catalina even sent Carlos an awesome video I made of her dancing the Champeta, a contemporary Colombian dance, in the nude.

One evening while I was still at work I logged on to find Catalina and Carlos also logged on. I sent them both a message and Catalina responded with Skype and an invitation to her webcam and then Carlos, in Messenger, sent me a greeting. When Catalina’s finally appeared my jaw just about dropped to the floor and my cock sprang to attention. There she was, sitting on our bed without a stitch of clothing, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders onto those magnificent breasts; sitting with her legs crossed barely covering her pussy. I immediately asked my wife if Carlos could see her also. “Of course,” she wrote back.
I then wrote to Carlos: “Like what you see?”
Carlos: “what man wouldn’t enjoy the marvelous view I see on my screen?”
Me: “Just think, you’ll soon be holding her, free to consume and enjoy all she wants to offer you.”
Carlos: “I can’t believe it, I would love the chance to take advantage of the opportunity.”
Me: “and I’d love the opportunity to share her with you.”
I then wrote to Catalina: “More, show him more.”
Catalina: “More?”
Me: Yes. More.
Catalina responded: “Everything?”

Catalina then uncrossed her legs and raised her knees, spreading and completely showing her glistening totally shaved pussy to Carlos. As I enjoyed the show she put on for us I could hear her key board clicking away, her sexy giggle and then a low moan come through my speakers as I watched her spread her pussy lips and rub her clit for us on cam. By now I had no choice but to remove my throbbing cock from my pants to stroke myself. This continued on for about five minutes with Carlos and I exchanging comments on how hot and sexy she was until she finally stopped playing with herself and started typing again. I heard a few more giggles and then she blew a kiss and shut down her webcam. Carlos then sent me a message thanking me for providing him with the best show he’d ever seen and said good bye.

I then sent Catalina a message: “Did you enjoy yourself?”
Catalina: “yes, almost as much as you and Carlos.”
Me: “why did you end the show so soon?”
Catalina: “because he came already, so quickly, not like you, he came so fast!”
Me: “I’m not surprised, this was the first time and I imagine he was so hot watching you.”
Me: “You were great! So Hot! So Beautiful! I love you Babe!!!!”
Catalina: “I love you too, when will you be home?”

From that day it would be another two weeks before we went on vacation to Colombia and to visit with Catalina’s family. It was also just a week before Carlos’ wedding and honeymoon, so we did not have much of a chance to communicate with him again. We would be arriving in Colombia about a week after Carlos returned from his honeymoon. Catalina and I were so excited, soon we would be on our way to Colombia; her to see her family and me to deliver a wedding gift.

When we arrived in Cartagena, Colombia, Catalina’s cell phone rang immediately and by the way she was giggling as she spoke I instantly knew who she was talking to. We spent the next four days visiting friends and relatives. My wife was almost always on her cell phone talking and giggling with Carlos; even in the presence of her family, carefully choosing the correct words to use so as not to draw attention. Every time she spoke with him I would eavesdrop on their conversations. Then on the fourth day of our visit I heard her say, “O.K, lets go, this afternoon, just call, me too, see ya’.” We looked at each other and I raised an eye brow in a questioning manner. She nodded her head then stood up and said, “I need to take a shower, I’m so hot today,” as she headed for the bathroom. After her shower we left the house telling her family that we were going to take a walk to the plaza. As we soon as we left the house her phone rang, she answered, “yes, almost, just a couple of blocks,” and then she hung up and looked at me and said, “Carlos is around the corner. We’ll go with him to a bar where you can get to know him better.” I was just about to say something, but she read my mind and said, “No, just to talk; that’s all.”

The three of us spent most of the afternoon together talking and having a great time. I had the opportunity to get to know the man that I was sure would be fucking my wife very soon and Carlos and my wife had the chance to catch up on lot things while they flirted. While we sat there speaking the sexual energy between Carlos and Catalina was so evident. Everything they spoke about and every word they used insinuated sex. Even though we were in a public place and no physical sex had taken place yet, with the low cut blouse Catalina was wearing and the way she spoke and moved while talking to Carlos gave me huge boner and had me on the verge of cumming.

After awhile I excused myself to go the bathroom, not so much that I had to use the bathroom but because I needed and excuse to at least stroke myself a couple of times. When I returned to the table Carlos said that he had to get back to his office to finish some work and I could tell by the look on my wife’s face that she was dying to get laid. We left the bar and Carlos gave us a ride back to house. We climbed into Carlos’ double cab truck, me in the back seat and Catalina up front with Carlos. As Carlos started to find his way out of the underground parking lot he spoke about how great it was to meet me and to see Catalina again after such a long time. “Yeah?” I said, “but you still haven’t seen everything yet.” As I reached forward and lifted my wife’s tits out of her blouse exposing them to Carlos. Catalina gasped. “Oh my god, those are beautiful.” Said Carlos as his eyes drank in the beauty beside him. “Go ahead”, I said as I cupped them and held them out to him, “kiss them, I know you want to. Go on, have a taste of your wedding present.” Carlos unfastened his seat belt, leaned over and took Catalina’s left breast into his mouth as his left hand reached over and squeezed and caressed her right breast. “aaaaaaaaaa, mi amor”, was all that Catalina could say as she took Carlos’ head in her hands and closed her eyes. “mmmm. No, not here, we can’t, tomorrow”, she moaned, “tomorrow.” Carlos pulled himself away and Catalina rearranged her blouse as we drove out of the parking lot and back to the house.

When we got back to the house I was so hot, so horny, just dying to fuck, but because of the presence of my wife’s parents and family there was nothing we could do but try to act normal. All I could think about was what I just saw; Carlos, another man, touching, kissing and sucking on my wife’s tits.

When Catalina and I finally got to bed late that night, after all the uncles, aunts, cousins and friends left, we talked about Carlos and what I thought about him. At 46 years of age he was in excellent shape and condition, about 6’0” tall and 175 lbs. He had light brown hair, was well tanned and had the most incredible piercing light blue eyes I had ever seen. He was a total gentleman and the owner of a large construction company that was obviously doing very well. She also reminded me that we had to be very careful when around the family since I still had not been “officially” introduced to him; I had to act as though I had no idea who he was. As we lay there talking I held her tightly in my arms with my still hard cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. As I slowly tried to maneuver it into her pussy she stopped me and said, “tomorrow, just wait, tomorrow,” and then rolled over and drifted off to sleep. Frustrated, I stayed up for hours, thinking about “tomorrow” and stroking myself before I eventually fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning anxious and excited about the coming day. We spent the majority of the morning just sitting around and waiting. We tried to act as if we were busy or doing something interesting, but really, we were just waiting; just waiting for Carlos to call to tell us when he would be available, available to fuck my wife. Then at about 2:00 PM my wife’s cell phone rang. When she answered her phone all she said was, “Hi, o.k, o.k., we’ll be right there.” She then turned to me and said, “It’s Carlos, lets go,” and then headed for the door. We walked about three blocks when I saw Carlos parked on the side of the street. Catalina immediately climbed into the front seat and I got into the back seat. As I sat down and closed the door I saw my wife lean over and give Carlos a huge kiss. He then leaned back with a big smile, looked over his shoulder at me and said, “you o.k.?” “Excellent.” I responded. “Great. Lets go.” He replied back to me.

As Carlos drove he and my wife made small talk as if everything were normal. We started driving towards the outskirts of town when I noticed we were on the road along side the highway, were a few days ago I had noticed several motels. During my many travels in South America I had come to realize that motels there in South America are quite different from the motels in the U.S. Here in the States they are used mostly by travelers for overnight stays. In South America motels rooms are rented by the hour; made for private adventures, secret liaisons and extramarital affairs. Motels down there are made for sex. As you pull into one of those motels the fist thing you normally see is a phone and a “menu” of the different rooms they have available. As you sit in your vehicle you pick up the phone, tell them what room you want and then drive around to the back where you will find a row of parking garage doors with one of them opened for you to pull in and park. You never see anyone and no one ever sees you. Once inside you’ll find a dumbwaiter where drinks or other accoutrements are brought to you and where you pay for the room.

We passed several motels before arriving at “El Escape” (later I was told it was the finest in the city), Carlos selected a room and pulled into a private parking garage. We got out of the truck and headed inside. At first Carlos went directly to the room’s mini-bar and pulled out a wine cooler and a couple of beers. Catalina accepted the wine cooler from him and sat on the bed where she laid back and stared up at mirrors on the ceiling. She and Carlos started making small talk again about the heat outside and the coolness of the room. I could sense they were a bit hesitant so I walked up the bed, leaned over and started to kiss the back of my wife’s neck and caress her shoulders. I then moved my hands down and started to rub and touch her hips and waist as I then laid down behind her. My lips worked their way to the back of her ears and my hands moved up to her breasts. I then felt the mattress sink from the weight of another person. I moved my head back and looked over her shoulders and saw Carlos lying down on the other side of her as I began to kiss and lick her neck. Carlos then moved closer, took her face in his hands and began to kiss her. It was so erotic to watch another man kissing my wife and to see her kiss him back and work her tongue into his mouth. Now that they had both laid down and started to make out I slowly moved away and got off of the bed.

I made my way to the other side of the room. At first I just stood there and stared as Carlos had now moved over my wife as they began to aggressively kiss and touch each other. Carlos then untied my wife’s top and pulled it off of her and began to squeeze one tit and kiss and suck on the other. I watched as my wife ran her hands through the hair of another man as she moaned and kissed him. Suddenly the two of them rolled over and Catalina stood up and slid out of her shorts. With Carlos reclining on the edge of the bed he kicked off his shoes as my wife bent over, giving me an excellent view from behind of her asshole and pussy, and unbuttoned and removed his shirt. She then stood him up and kneeled at his feet were she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his feet. Doing this she let out a gasp as the cock she’d only seen on cam sprang out in front of her. She took hold of his hardness her fingers unable to wrap around what appear to be more then 8 inches and just stared at it. She then looked my way as if asking my permission; all I did was to nod and blow her a kiss. She then began to rub it around her face, pausing to kiss and lick it from its base to its head. She then pushed Carlos back onto the bed and stood over him as if admiring his manhood standing straight up and moving to the beat of his heart. She bent at her waist, grabbed his cock and proceeded to swallow as much as she could. She released it and took a breath before commencing to bob her head up and down as she almost completely swallowed him on every down stroke.

From where I sat on the floor I had a beautiful view of her bent over, her legs slightly spread, her wonderfully shaved pussy, and of her beautiful smooth ass with her boobs bouncing as she moved her head up and down his now wet and shining rock hard cock. I sat there and began to stroke the hardest hardon I ever have as I listen to Carlos moan and tell my wife how hot she was and how great of cock sucker she was.

After a few minuets of worshiping his cock she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. She aligned his cock to her cunt and placed it between its lips. She looked back at me over her shoulders and rolled her eyes back as she sank down; totally impaling herself on his cock in one smooth motion. It was such an erotic sight to see his huge cock sliding into my wife’s cunt. I was glued there watching and on the verge of cumming. They stayed that way for a moment kissing and moaning as my wife became accustomed to another mans huge cock. Next she began to move in a circular motion, slowly grinding her pussy mound against him moaning how great it felt. At that very moment my wife slowly lifted her pussy up his cock; I could see it glimmering with her juices and again slowly lowered herself back down to be fully impale once again. She next leaned forward supporting herself with both arms on either side of Carlos’ shoulders and began to ride and pump herself up and down his solid cock. She once looked back at me, her boobs swinging in rhythm to her fucking Carlos’ massive cock, blew me kiss, and then moaning about how she wanted more and started to grind and pound herself on Carlos’ cock even harder. My wife suddenly raised her head, gasped out loudly and began to shake and scream as she came all over Carlos’ stiff cock. She then collapsed on Carlos’ chest. As I sat there, afraid to even touch my own prick I could see his cock fully imbedded in my wife’s cunt. They were whispering in each others ears, I could not hear them but I was so lost in what I just witnessed I probably wouldn’t have understood them even if I could hear them. All of sudden I heard my wife say, “mmmmm, please.”

Carlos, responded by rolling over, never allowing his penetration to slip out, and started pounding into her in the missionary position. My wife started moaning again and pleading for more and not to stop. Then in an almost acrobatic move Carlos rolled on to his back, putting my wife on top of him, and spun her around so that she was looking away from him and directly at me. She then once again started to ride his cock up and down harder and harder until all of a sudden Carlos reached in front of her and started to rub her clit and like a bomb she went off. Screaming like a bitch in heat and falling back onto Carlos’ chest. This was just too much for him and he couldn’t hold out any longer; he too let out a deep moan as I watched his cock pumping his semen into my wife. They laid there for a moment before my wife rolled off of him, leaning forward, resting on her elbows and with her ass stuck up in the air, she gave him a kiss; and gave me a view of her stretched and open cunt brimming with Carlos’s cum.

“Wow!” she said as his semen started to run out of her cunt and down her leg, “what are you doing tomorrow?” and started to giggle the way I love to hear her giggle.

This was just the first time that Carlos and I enjoyed his wedding present, but there was more to partake, and partake in more we did.

Submitted by: Carter - Seattle, WA


November 10, 2009

Oasis Hits Vegas

Hotwife Oasis diary update.


I live in a small and mostly boring little town, but I’m just a couple hours away from Vegas - just about the best place on earth to really cut loose! And when that mood comes on, I’ve got a couple of good girlfriends up there who like to party with me. So I leave hubby at home and take myself off to Sin City!

I was up a little while ago with my girlfriend Shannon. I drove up on Saturday afternoon and the two of us got all slutted up to hit the clubs Saturday night. I wore a little white lace dress with some killer fuck-me white boots. Shannon wore a slinky little top and a denim skirt with stilettos. Needless to say we didn’t have to wait in any of the lines at any of the clubs we checked out!

About midnight we hit one of the big clubs in one of the big casinos just off the strip, and were doing the old bump and grind on the dance floor with a couple of really nice looking big black guys. We were switching partners and dancing with each other as well (and kissing each other!) and both the guys were hard as rocks. (Which felt really nice as I rubbed my ass over their crotches on the dance floor!). At one point the guy I’d backed my ass into leaned over, bit the side of my neck and suggested that we get out of there. God, I’m a sucker for a nice bite on the neck!! Shannon and I did a little dancing pow-wow and agreed that it was time to really get our groove on. We each grabbed a guy’s hand and started moving our way across the dance floor and towards the exit of the club. Along the way, the guys bumped into one of their buddies - another nice looking black guy - and he came along with us too.

The five us of crammed into a cab. Single guy in the front and the two couples in the back seat. Lots of groping and kissing going on in that back seat - and I’m not talking about just between the couples either! Shannon and I are both VERY bi :)

By the time we got to one of the guy’s apartments Shannon and I were both dripping wet and horny as hell. We sat on the couch with our legs open and invited the guys to come in and see just how wet they’d made us. I just about came the second that first tongue touched my swollen clit. And things only got hotter from there! Shannon and I each had a studly black guy paying complete and utter attention to us, plus we had a third who stepped up where he was needed - be it a wet sloppy kiss, a little nipple pinch, or an extra cock to suck. One of the guys got a video camera out and started filming us.

It is just an amazing sensation to have one guy between your legs pounding the shit out of your pussy while you’ve got another guy’s cock in your mouth and your hand massaging your girlfriend’s tit. Shannon and I were both kneeling on the floor, bent over the couch, getting fucked nice and hard from behind and sharing the cock of the third guy sitting on the couch between us when I could tell by the change in the urgency of her moans that Shannon was about to cum. And the sound of Shannon about to cum brought me to the edge too, until I had to drop my hand between my legs and rub my clit. I’m just rubbing furiously as my guy pounds into my pussy harder and harder until I crash into a screaming orgasm - almost at the exact same time that Shannon does too!

None of the guys had cum yet, so Shannon and I turned over to lean against the foot of the couch and take their cocks into our mouths. We cupped balls and sucked cock - all wet and messy - and we were rewarded with huge cumloads to both our faces. Which we then licked and kissed off of each other. When we’d cleaned each other up, we called a cab and got ourselves back to Shannon’s apartment. The next morning I drove back home - all totally relaxed and sated - where Hubby was waiting for me.



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November 4, 2009

Wife’s Business Trip

After 22 years of marriage we have both evolved to a point where the norm would no longer do for us. My wife is an extremely gorgeous blonde with a great body, face, ass, all of it. Like many husbands the idea of imagining her enjoying herself sexually on her own totally turns me on. We’ve both had affairs over the years but the strength of the marriage kept it together. My attitude is life’s too short to deny one the opportunity to indulge and feed a sexuality that needs to be fed.

Recently, my wife went out west to a business function, she was gone for six days. It’s a male dominated business she’s in so I knew she’d draw lots of attention with the way she dresses etc. When she travels she’s not one to pick someone up in a bar. Usually if she’s met someone through business and they are attracted to each other she will indulge herself. Upon returning she told me what went down at this business trip.

She only goes with other married men. She gets off on giving them something to look at and enjoy she knows they are starved of. It didn’t take her long to find the perfect guy she was looking for on this trip. She told me that over six days she and him must have fucked and sucked him a dozen times. At night they’d leave the hotel bar and head upstairs, she told me he would remove her skin tight low rise jeans and halter top revealing her matching bra and thong. Once undressed she would lie down and spread her legs and hold his head in place and grind her bald tight hole (she shaved for him) all over his face and mouth and he would devour it. She told me later, after he made her cum she had him lick it all clean. I asked her if he was hung, she said about eight inches (I’m seven). She said his balls were full and hung down and she would feel them slap into her all the time they fucked. She then described their fucking in detail. She would lay back and would then reach forward and grab her ankles and spread her legs all the way open. He slid a pillow under her ass and he entered her fully. He then proceeded to pound her mercilessly. Since he was married she wanted him to fill her with cum. “What did you say to him to get him to cum?” I asked, she’d tell him…”Fill my cunt… Fill it… Don’t stop… Use my hole!” He would explode in her and she told me she’d feel his cum inside her rest of the night.

Other times during the day they’d sneak to a room and she would drop to her knees and blow him. Other times she’d climb on top of him and reach under and milk his balls while they fucked. One night a neighbor called the room to tell them to quiet down.

She told me all this the other night while she and I were ourselves fucking. I had her blow me the way she blew him and hold her legs open wide the same way..

Her pussy is still bald and she has some bruising from their fucking too. None of this bothers me. I too have had my own encounters. I get it but I thought I’d share my own hot wife story for you all.

Hot and Horny Wife

Submitted by: nyrker47 - NY - USA

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