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December 5, 2005

Laura Interviewed

Edit 8th December 2005: Andy and Laura have removed their website from the Internet to protect their anonymity.

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Every so often random browsing on the Internet can unearth real treasure. Sometimes the best places on the net go unnoticed in this dense sea of online erotica I actually got an email from a reader telling me I need to check out this site. I was astounded… A real cuckolding couple and a real amateur site. Very nicely designed as well. I got in touch immediately and now have the pleasure of bringing you an interview with Cuckoldress Laura. The icing on the cake comes tomorrow when I will be publishing my interview with her husband Andy. Please enjoy reading and post your comments.

Laura it’s not that often I get the chance to interview a true cuckoldress and it’s been a fascinating insight into your life. So thanks so much for agreeing to do this and letting us peek inside your lifestyle. Keep in touch x

hotwifeblog: A big welcome to you Laura x … A fellow Brit I believe?… Where are you from?
Laura: The Midlands in the UK

hotwifeblog: What is your age?
Laura: 33

hotwifeblog: What are your measurements?
Laura: Well I’m certainly not a skinny mini! My boobs are 36DD, my waist is 27″ and we won’t talk about my hips! I’m really quite curvy but very happy in my body. My lovers seem happy in my body too!

hotwifeblog: What is your height?
Laura: 5′6″

hotwifeblog: What colour are your eyes?
Laura: Blue

hotwifeblog: Hair colour?
Laura: I’m a natural brunette but I have it coloured much lighter… a mixture of caramel colours, sometimes it can look quite auburn. It’s quite rare that I have any of my true colour showing…. anywhere!

hotwifeblog: Any piercings or tattoos?
Laura: Sorry to disappoint but no.

hotwifeblog: Describe your personality?
Laura: I’m fun loving and bubbly but at the same time rather forceful.

hotwifeblog: What’s your occupation?
Laura: I am a teacher.

hotwifeblog: How did you meet your husband?
Laura: We met in an O’Neils bar through a group of mutual friends. He contacted me the following day and we went from there. Not all that interesting for your readers I’m afraid. You wanted to hear that I bumped into him at a swingers club or something I bet.

hotwifeblog: Not at all, sometimes the more ordinary the more erotic it is…. How long have you been married?
Laura: Since August 2003.

hotwifeblog: How would you describe your marriage and lifestyle?
Laura: My marriage is very good and a lot of fun. I know most people would consider the way we live to be rather odd but it does seem to work for us and I love Cucky dearly. I guess we lead a cuckold lifestyle.

hotwifeblog: Do you think you’ve always had natural hotwife tendencies, the need to be with more than one man?
Laura: I do not think of myself as a hot wife. Most of the time I lead a very ordinary existence, I don’t dress provocatively as a rule and don’t go overboard with the flirting, unless I’m deliberately trying to tease my husband or pick up a potential bull when we’re out.

hotwifeblog: How did you get into the cuckold lifestyle?
Laura: Gradually! My husband lead a “colorful” life before I met him… BDSM and a fair amount of kinky stuff. I wasn’t interested but knowing about it didn’t scare me. Realising that I was never going to beat him I think he went off down a different path. He convinced me that a bit of tease and denial would be fun. I would do all sorts of provocative stuff to turn him on and would bring him to the brink of orgasm. Then I would just stop, leaving him begging. Sometimes I did this night after night but letting him come once a week.

Our games progressed to me securing him in a CB3000, to be reasonably sure he couldn’t “cheat” between the teasing sessions. I really got to enjoy the feeling of power I had. He became very, very attentive and started doing all sorts of things for me round the house. Soon I was setting him objectives which, if he failed, lead to him remaining in the CB for longer.

I found I wasn’t missing penetrative sex at all while Andy was locked up. To be honest he isn’t that large in the trouser department and when we did make love I got a bit bored. He took ages and I could barely feel him inside me. Once he was being denied I had far more fun on the receiving end of his tongue. I’d get him to go down on me often and give him nothing in return.

I surprised myself how much I got into all of this. It all seemed very kinky compared to what I’d done previously. All the same, I did quite a bit of research on the web and became fascinated with the association between male chastity and the cuckold lifestyle. One thing lead to another, I started permanently denying Andy sex in December 2004 and by April 2005 I had taken my first lover in front of him.

hotwifeblog: What do you like most about being a cuckoldress?
Laura: I do enjoy the sex obviously. I lead a very ordinary life full of the usual pressures and chores and it is fantastic to step into another role… to become an evil slut. When I’m turned on I get a real buzz from humiliating Cucky. That is really the point of my web site. I don’t want to make a great exhibition of myself, I’m not an exhibitionist (yes I know it sounds bizarre!). I just get such a thrill from being bad to him and other people knowing.

hotwifeblog: What type of men do you go for?
Laura: Funny, strong men who also happen to be black and well endowed.

hotwifeblog: What was your first extra-marital experience like?
Laura: It was mind blowing! Because I didn’t quite know how Andy would respond. I had him tied to a chair in the corner of the room but made sure he could see the “action”. I had never experienced such a big cock before and it was certainly a turning point for me. It was also the first time Andy experienced what I believe is called a “creampie”.

hotwifeblog: How many lovers have you had since becoming a cuckoldress?
Laura: I am now up to number eight.

hotwifeblog: Have you ever tried a gangbang?
Laura: I have given serious consideration to it and I’ve had lots of offers. It would certainly take Andy’s humiliation to another level to see me being used by a group of men. I’m not sure I would feel safe though. It really would mean surrendering completely and I’m not sure if I’m ready yet.

hotwifeblog: How many men have you had sex with at one time?
Laura: If you exclude Cucky being there and helping in minor ways the answer is two. It was very, very horny and I would do it again tomorrow given the right circumstances.

hotwifeblog: You say Cucky helps in minor ways. How?
Laura: Well whether he would call it helping I don’t know! Every time I have been fucked I insisted that Andy watches. I deliberately position myself so I can look into his eyes but at the same time he can see the guy disappearing into me. I have also had him guide the guy’s cock into me… to make the point that he is “giving” me to another man.

His big humiliation is to clean whichever part of me gets covered in come. He always has to lick me clean. I am a psychology graduate and the mind games associated with this intrigue me. I make a big thing of how much I’m enjoying the guy, how much bigger and better he is. I also try to encourage my lover to join in with verbal abuse. I like to make use of symbolism wherever I can, such as using the marital bed and my wedding lingerie. Getting the guys sperm on my wedding ring is also a powerful tool, especially if he has to clean it off!

hotwifeblog: Have you ever tried dogging?
Laura: No I haven’t. It sounds a bit too risky and I’m not convinced I would find lovers who want anything more than a quick fuck. That isn’t what I’m about.

hotwifeblog: Does size matter to you?
Laura: It definitely does. I do love feeling really full… although the guys I tend to go for are a bit too big for anal sex. I do my best though!

The other aspect is that size is central to the psychological effect I want to have on Cucky. He has to see me getting pleasure from a much bigger guy. Verbal interaction is important… my lovers often abuse him while we fuck. I love dirty talk when I’m horny and particularly get off on this sort of talk.

hotwifeblog: Do you have a preference of black or white lovers?
Laura: I have always had black lovers so far. I know it’s a cliché but they do seem to have bigger cocks. I also like the contrast for Cucky, seeing his fair skinned wife taken by a black stud. Black guys also seem to be better at the taunting side of the game.

hotwifeblog: What clothes do you like to wear in general and in the bedroom?
Laura: I dress casually and quite conservatively day to day. In the bedroom I become a slut… short slinky nighties… crotchless undies.. anything provocative and a bit cheap. I have also worn my bridal undies on occasions. Again to push Cucky, his bride deliberately defiling clothes from the special day.

hotwifeblog: Do you wear an ankle bracelet?
Laura: Ah .. jewellery. I do sometimes and I also have a chain I can wear round my waist. In real life I always go for platinum but all my bedroom jewellery is gold.. it just seems more appropriate.

hotwifeblog: What is your favourite sexual act?
Laura: I think it has to be good old fashioned penetrative sex. I get so much pleasure from a big cock pumping into me. Before I took my first lover I would have said receiving oral.

hotwifeblog: Any other fetishes you are into?
Laura: I do sometimes punish Cucky’s testicles quite brutally. He has eventually got me into one aspect of S&M. I don’t know that I’d call it a fetish necessarily but I also love having my arse licked, rimming I think it’s called.

hotwifeblog: Indeed it is… What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve tried?
Laura: Apart from having a cock in my pussy and my mouth at the same time it would be the occasion I got Cucky to rim me after I’d had anal sex in front of him.

hotwifeblog: Do you have any bisexual tendencies?
Laura: I never look at another girl and think God I’d like to kiss her or anything like that. However, I know that if I was in the throes of passion with a guy and there was another woman present I’d probably enjoy myself!

hotwifeblog: How do you find your lovers and partners?
Laura: I don’t have any partners other than Andy. I’m very much into the idea of “variety being the spice of life”.
I go out clubbing with Andy and he stays in the background while I try to attract the sort of attention I want. It’s not usually difficult because this is the one occasion I really dress up in revealing gear. If things work out we book into a hotel and on occasions I’ve made arrangement for a later date at home. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at how willing most guys are to fuck me in front of my husband. Generally once they get started they really get into the Bull role.

hotwifeblog: What role does your husband play in your current lifestyle?
Laura: He worships me! Nothing is ever too much trouble around the house and clearly he let’s me have my fun.

In the bedroom he is good for oral pleasures (did I mention how much I love having my ass licked?), foot massage, neck rubs and so on. If I’m with company I often get him to guide the guy’s cock into me and of course he cleans me, and sometimes my lover, afterwards

hotwifeblog: His CB3000? Do you hold the keys and manage his release times?
Laura: I do indeed. The key is on my everyday key ring although I do sometimes put it on a necklace for special occasions. He is released daily for hygiene but under my close supervision and he is certainly not allowed to do anything other than keep himself clean.

On average I allow him to come about once a month. This involves him being allowed to masturbate in front of me. I never combine these sessions with cuckolding him so I can increase his frustration to the maximum. Because I still operate a penalty system his release can be prolonged if he displeases me.

hotwifeblog: Up to now, what cuckold experiences have you subjected to him?
Laura: Essentially he’s seen me get fucked by 8 guys he doesn’t know. I always go “bareback” for maximum effect when he performs his cleaning duties. Yes I know it’s risky but isn’t everything!

hotwifeblog: What cuckold experiences would you like him to try?
Laura: I’m not sure where I can take things from here. We have done the “usual” things. I am frequently contacted by guys asking if I’ve thought of having a black baby. Well, yes, I thought about it for 1 nanosecond before dismissing it as barmy.

I am curious about seeing him get fucked. Putting pictures of that on the site would be really humiliating for him. On the teasing side I think it would drive him wild to see me with another girl as well as a guy.

hotwifeblog: Does your husband enjoy watching you with other men?
Laura: I believe he does. He certainly gets pleasure from knowing I’m having fun.

hotwifeblog: And you enjoy him watching you?
Laura: I get such a buzz from it you just wouldn’t believe!

hotwifeblog: So your not sexually active at all with your husband?
Laura: I allow him to perform oral sex on me and that is as far as it goes. He has not been allowed to have penetrative sex with me since December 2004. I can’t see any reason for that situation to change.

hotwifeblog: Are you naturally dominant?
Laura: In many ways I am but not in the stereotypical leather clad, whip wielding dominatrix type of way. I know what I want and stand no messing.

hotwifeblog: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?
Laura: Receiving every time.

hotwifeblog: Do you swallow?
Laura: Yes

hotwifeblog: Have you ever received a multiple creampie from different guys?
Laura: Once. I had 2 guys at the same time and they both came in my pussy then one in my ass and the other my mouth. It was a rather naughty night!

hotwifeblog: Does your husband like to eat creampie?
Laura: I think the answer to that would have to be yes. Whether he would if I didn’t request it is another matter.

hotwifeblog: What hobbies do you have outside of the lifestyle?
Laura: I enjoy making the most of the countryside and like to snuggle up with a good book if I’m at home.

hotwifeblog: What advice would you give to couples thinking of trying out a cuckold or hotwife lifestyle?
Laura: Be absolutely certain it’s what you both want and that you think your relationship will stand it.

hotwifeblog: What plans do you have for your website for the future?
Laura: None really, I will add more photos from time to time. I like the fact that it is a bit amateurish. If it changed much I think it would lose its appeal. The feedback I get is that people like the contrast between innocence and naughtiness and they relate to it being about a real couple.

hotwifeblog: What are you and your husband’s plans for the future regarding your cuckold lifestyle?
Laura: Just more of the same I imagine!

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That was amazing Laura thanks. I wish you all the very best for the future and make sure you keep in touch and tell us all your latest adventures.

Interview by Trash

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December 4, 2005

Gallery Time

God I’m knackered today. I met up with a lovely blonde hotwife at a party last night. I was still fucking at 7am this morning while her husband waited downstairs. She was so hot! - I’ve got about 3 more adventures that I need to get down in writing including the very special ‘L’ who I met at last after our cam adventure a couple of weeks back. She is absolute dynamite! I promise I’ll get to writing them this week.

So here’ some galleries to be getting on with. First we have British housewife Lucy enjoying her first ever threesome courtesy of Real Couples Then we have wild hotwife Tracy having fun at the gloryhole, and lastly we have a very messy creampie gangbang movie gallery with outrageous wife Creampie Cathy.

Lucy
Lucy having fun with hubby and friend

Tracy
Tracy visits the gloryhole

Cathy
Messy cream pie gang bang for Cathy - Movie Gallery

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December 3, 2005

Richard Mann Interviewed

Well I’ve been posting for a while now but this is my first interview with a lifestyle ‘Bull’.

And I’m glad to present a real top guy for this interview who has played with some of the wives we’ve featured here already. Richard Mann has been involved in the hotwife lifestyle for a long while now and has become such a legend with his enormous ‘equipment’ that he is now starring in some top adult movies.

It’s great to get the perspective from the other side of the hotwife fence so thanks a lot Richard and keep up all your great work. Hope to catch you for that drink real soon.

Richard Mann

hotwifeblog: Hi Richard, a big welcome to hotwife blog… Where about’s are you from?
Richard: San Francisco Bay Area

hotwifeblog: What is your age?
Richard: 39

hotwifeblog: What is your height?
Richard: 5′10

hotwifeblog: What is your weight?
Richard: 170

hotwifeblog: Is the adult biz and seeing hotwives a full time project for you or do you have another job as well?
Richard: I have another job but soon hope filming will be fulltime.

hotwifeblog: Describe your personality?
Richard: Laid back, easy going. talkative at times.

hotwifeblog: How did you get into the hotwife lifestyle?
Richard: Well about 6 years ago I was in a marriage where my wife rarely wanted to have sex. I spice it up all kind of ways but with no result, so I went online to see what I could find.

hotwifeblog: What size is your cock?
Richard: 11 Inches

hotwifeblog: Tell us about your first experience with a hotwife?
Richard: Well after going thru all the paid sites I finally found darkcavern.com which was free at the time. I posted an ad and soon got emails from couples wanting to play. my first encounter was with a couple from Sacramento. When i went to play with them there were some other guys there who asked me to be a member of THE CREW. With them we hook up with hotwives for gang bangs as often as we can.

hotwifeblog: How long have you been involved in the lifestyle?
Richard: 6 years and counting

hotwifeblog: Have you always enjoyed the thought of having sex with married women?
Richard: Hell yes, who would not? I cant get enough of the hotwife sluts.

hotwifeblog: What type of wives do you prefer?
Richard: Nasty cum loving sluts and size queens.

hotwifeblog: How many hotwives have you serviced in the past?
Richard: Too many to count. If I were to guess I’d say over 100.

hotwifeblog: Are there any famous hotwives you’ve had the pleasure of fucking, like some of the ones featured here?
Richard: Yes, I’ve fucked Christina Noir well and many times. Also fucked Sara Jay for a film we did, Damn she got some good pussy, a squirter too.

hotwifeblog: Do you use a contact site to find potential hotwives or do they find you via your Yahoo group?
Richard: Both. I scour over the Yahoo groups daily looking for hotwifes. Too much is NEVER enough.

hotwifeblog: Do you feel comfortable with a husband watching you with his wife/partner?
Richard: Oh yes, the more then merrier.

hotwifeblog: Have you had an experience with a cuckoldress wife before?
Richard: Well most times the husband is watching or we are having a 3some.

hotwifeblog: If so did you get involved in humiliating the cuckold husband?
Richard: Not as of yet.

hotwifeblog: What do you think you can offer wives that their husband can not?
Richard: Big Black Dick and a fucking she will NEVER forget.

hotwifeblog: Tell us about a recent experience with a hotwife?
Richard: Well it happened Sunday past with Lori Lust. A mutal friend who loves to see white hotwives asked if I’d be willing to come over and dick her down while he filmed. Of course you know I’m not passing up any hotwife slut, especially Lori. I get there and she is alll ready to fuck. I sit down and she starts sucking me off right away. Dude is filming and she is showing off her skills at choking down my dick. She sucks my dick, sucks my balls and gets my dick real wet. I reach down to play with her pussy and it’s soaking wet. I take her upstairs push her down on the bed, spread her legs and jump right in. I put her in every position I could think of and then finally get balls deep in her ass. I’m tellin you this woman is a Super Slut. I tried to fuck her as hard as i could. we go at it for about 45min till I feel a huge nut coming up, I pull out a sket right in her mouth. She swallowed the whole load and then started jacking me off to get every last drop of cum I had. We chill out for about 5 min. and I’m back in that pussy, only this time her master Don The Godfather from THE CREW joins in. we fuck her everyway one could think of and then do a DP with me in her ass again. I tried to tear her a new asshole, anything less and Lori would get bored. I fuck her ass as hard as I can and then nutted deep as I can in her hungry ass. DAMN I LOVE FUCKIN SLUTS.

hotwifeblog: What is your favorite sexual act?
Richard: Fucking

hotwifeblog: What’s the most exciting thing you’ve done with a wife?
Richard: Gang banged Lori till she could not take anymore. she LOVED it.

hotwifeblog: Are you naturally dominant with the wives you meet?
Richard: I’d say yes. once I get going I can get real wild.

hotwifeblog: So you enjoy gangbangs with wives?
Richard: I prefer gang bangs over anything else cause it shows just how nasty a woman can get. The nastier the better.

hotwifeblog: Approximataly how many creampies have you given out to wives in the past?
Richard: Too many to count

hotwifeblog: Have any wives have asked you to make them pregnant?
Richard: Never in person but I get emails often asking.

hotwifeblog: What hobbies do you have outside of the lifestyle?
Richard: Middle Eastern politics, computers, video games, reading.

hotwifeblog: What advice would you give to potential ‘bulls’ thinking of trying out the hotwife and swinging lifestyle?
Richard: Do it but to remember once you start you will NEVER want to stop. also always be a gentleman and give her exactly what she wants.

hotwifeblog: Do you have any plans to start your own website?
Richard: Oh yes, I should have a paid site up real soon…

hotwifeblog: What are your plans for the future regarding your lifestyle?
Richard: Io keep on fuckign as many hotwives as I can and if I can get it on film for the world to see how a hotwife should be dicked down.

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Thanks again Richard ;)

Richard Mann

Interview by Trash

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December 2, 2005

Mr Brightside

Ever wish for something so much, it comes true and then you think, did I really want this? Sometimes this lifestyle can get seriously out of control as Russ has found out. There’s a song by The Killers called Mr Brightside and I think it best sums up the feelings a man in this lifestyle can feel when his Bride finds another, that mixture of excitement and fear.

After I split with my girlfriend earlier this year and she started seeing someone else I often thought her seeing another guy would excite me, as I’d sometimes fantazised about sharing her with another man, but the reality is it felt is more like a nervous/nauseous excitement mixed with a mild jealousy, that I’m sure some of you feel like sometimes when you watch your partner with someone.

Here is Russ’s situation:

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I have been married for 17 yrs to an absolute barbie doll wife. I think from day one I wanted her to fuck other men, and she thought I was crazy. We bought a house, and I noticed my neighbor to the right was always eyeing my wife when she was outside, and coming over to talk with her every chance he got. He is a very good looking guy. I wanted my wife to fuck him, but she again thought I was crazy, but admitted he was hot. He is also married. I asked her to start wearing sexy clothes when she was outside to tease him, and flirt with him, and being a natural flirt, she agreed. I saw Mike outside one Saturday, and asked her to put on her bikini and wash the car, knowing it would draw him over. She agreed, and within minutes Mike was drooling at her side. As soon as she came in, I fucked her right in the kitchen, imagining she was setting up an affair with Mike. She was amazed at how turned on I was, and asked me would you really be turned on if I fucked him? I told her I’d do anything for her if she got him in bed. She teased me and said maybe I’ll surprise you someday. I said, I’d be so horny for you I’d fuck you silly! Sure enough after a golf tournament about a month later, I came home, and she was all dolled up waiting for me to arrive. She gave me a deep kiss when I walked in, she opened my pants, and said, this is what I did to Mike today! She barely got her mouth on my cock and I came! She was amazed! I asked her if she fucked him, and she said, next time! We must have had sex for 5 hours after this! I wanted to help her fuck Mike, so I planned for a day for Mike to come over and help me do some work on my car. I intentionally forgot to have something on hand that required a trip to the automotive store, and I asked Amber to make some coffee, and told Mike to go inside, I’d be back in about 30 minutes. All I could think about was Amber was having sex with Mike while I was gone. I knew I’d want to fuck her immediately, so I never went to the store, and came home about 45 minutes after I left!. Amber gave me a naughty wink, and I knew she fucked him! I told him I couldn’t get the part, and maybe we could try again next weekend, and he left. I took Amber up to the bedroom, and she was as turned on as I was.

So the fantasy became a reality but now it all feels very different. It took years of coaxing to get to this point. My wife is an absolute barbiedoll. Not blonde though. She is very exotic looking with jet black hair, always goes tanning, and she has had a breast reduction. She is 5′4″ 115 and she wears blue contacts when she goes out which adds to her exotic look. They actually turned her nipples up a bit so when she wears a tight top, her nipples look like they sit on top of her breast, so sexy. I love when men look at her. I finally got her to fuck around, and never realized how submissive she was until this guy just completely took control of her! I’m afraid of losing her, but at the same time my cock is constantly throbbing. I can’t even jackoff because of this harness, and I was told if there was any signs of cum on it, I would pay dearly. I don’t dare jerkoff. My wife teases me so bad sometimes, I want to just grab her and run away! My saving grace is the few times we get to have very short sex, she always whispers in my ear she loves me dearly. That is what holds me together. he is very good at knowing how to arrouse us both. My wife sees him every day, at least once a week he comes over the house, but all other times she goes to him. I love when he comes over, because I always think that will be the time he gives my wife the key so I can have her. The last time he came over, I had bought my wife a very sexy black and red lingerie item, for her to wear while he made love to her, hoping he would feel good, and let me have her. He actually did the opposite to my surprise, he ordered my wife to put it on in front of me, and then called her over and whispered something in her ear. I found out soon what it was, because she came over to me, and said,” I love making love to him, and if you love me, you will beg me to go to Florida with him for 2 weeks, because that’s what he asked me to do. I immediately got a knot in my throat, feeling this has gone to far, but knew if I said something, I could lose her forever. I asked her if that is what she wanted? She went over and kissed him, and started sucking his cock very seductively. He started pretty loudly asking her who she loved more? She took her mouth off his cock, and said you MASTER! Then she walked over to me and said does that answer your question? I couldn’t answer her, I almost felt like I was in shock, but at the same time so turned on I was dying to fuck her. I was beyond desperate. it was like my wife was a completely different person, she was so brainwashed by him, and because she has been fucking him every day, and not me hardly at all. I feel like I’m losing her fast. He jumped over because I didn’t answer and said, look buddy, as I see it, you have only one choice if your a smart man. he ordered my wife outside. She immediately went out. He looked at me and said, look, if I want your wife, for myself, she is mine! I have her! If you’re smart you won’t piss me off, and make me take her forever. I’m just borrowing her right now, but that could change. So here is what you’ll do. When she comes back in here, in these exact words, tell her. Amber, “Please go make love to him for 2 weeks, and show him how much you truly love him.” …and he didn’t even give me time to react, he walked outside and came in with her. He looked at her and said your husband has something to tell you. I thought I was going to cum just saying those words to her. She left yesterday with him for 2 weeks. The most she ever spent with him before was several overnights, but always one at a time. It already has felt like 2 weeks to me. Now I am more scared than turned on, although thinking about my wife vacationing with her lover is still keeping me hard. It is the hardest thing for me to understand, why I’m so scared and almost crushed, but so turned on at the same time. Almost like I enjoy the emotional pain, but I hate it! There better be a serious reward at the end of this, or I’m gonna break! She didn’t even call when she got there, which makes me nervous. If I know him, and I’m starting to, he is gonna call while they are making love and just leave the phone off the hook, so I can here her screaming and moaning, and telling him how much she loves him.

I feel so inadequate suddenly after feeling so secure. I can see in my wifes eyes how much it turns her on to see and know how hungry this makes me for her. I’m hoping that is what is driving her, and that she does love him, but not to the point of leaving me. I always wanted this, but trust me, when you say men wished they were in my shoes? Up to a point I agree with you, but as much as my threshold is pretty lengthy, this has pushed me past. All I think about, and he reminds me everyday, that if he demands her to have his baby she will. He asked her in front of me, and she said yes. As erotic as that sounds, I know if it happens it is over for me, and that would really hurt. My wife has told me several times she wants his baby, and I don’t know if she has learned how to use that to hold me in check from him, or if she really does want him to get her pregnant. I can’t imagine that, but I’m thinking too much now. Anyway, just needed to vent, thanks for being a listening ear.

I don’t know if you’re a cuckold hubby or a hotwife, or neither, but be careful what you ask for, you might get it. Somehow I think my wife is punishing me and teaching me a lesson, other times I think this is all just a sexy erotic game, and I go back and forth from feeling as sexually excited as you could ever feel, to as scared as any human could ever be. The one sure thing, it has made me want and desire my wife like an under sexed man would desire a playboy pinup! All I can think about when I see her is if this is the day I get to fuck her! My life now revolves around being good, so I can have the luxury of fucking my wife for a couple minutes, while another man makes love to her every single day!

Maybe for someone considering this, it will make them think harder about it. It is extremely erotic, that part there is no regrets, but hanging onto pins and needles while my wife is 1,500 miles away making love to a man that has totally taken over her mind and body is the scariest proposition to live with imaginable. It is strange because I think my wife is feeling the erotic nature of submitting herself in a way I don’t think she ever knew was possible, and at the same time feeling the power she has over me, while she herself is being overpowered. At least I hope that is all it is!

Edit Update 4th December:

I did finally hear from her yesterday, not quite what I expected. I thought it would be a teasing call in the sense of having his baby, but it was a teasing call in another sense, no conversation just listening to dialogue. I don’t remember exact words, but I answered the phone, and all I heard was him posing a question to Amber. All he said was what do you think? Her response was, I will do anything for you. I thought, well here we go, he is gonna be fucking a baby in her right on the phone. Instead, he says, great, she will be here tonight! That was it! Click! I tried calling Amber’s cell back, but she doesn’t answer. I think my wife is going to have a threesome, and that sucks because I have been asking her forever to try that, just once. I don’t know if this is staged, or real??? Based on what has been happening, it probably is real. Sometimes you get to a breaking point, and the fun and eroticism has been surpassed by ill feelings, anger, guilt, etc. I have too much time to think, but I know when she gets home, we have a lot of talking to do. I love her dearly, but this is beyond my threshold, even though for some reason, it still gets my cock throbbing. I got so angry, I cut this harness off, no longer fearing the consequences, because for all practical purposes, I lost my wife anyway, and if this doesn’t change dramatically soon, then the whole point has been lost. In many ways I blame me, not her, because this was my idea. I think what is erotic for me, has become even more erotic for her, and we just have to talk.

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December 1, 2005

Cuckoldress Raven

Another fantastic article from the amazing Slut Extreme Raven… Hope to catch you in Vegas Raven… Only 5 weeks to go ;) Trash x

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What got me into cuckolding?
That’s easy and hard to answer.

First, if you define cuckolding in terms of being in a relationship and cheating, then you would have to say I have cuckolded every man I’ve ever been with since my early teens. I was born this way. It’s my nature, my pleasure and I can’t imagine ever changing for anyone. It ruined all my relationships in the end, but I still wouldn’t change that. I simply have to have other men and women.

But to be honest, I won’t stand for my guy fucking anyone else – at least in the past that has always been the case (with hubby, I now play with letting him fuck another woman with me at times – but mostly just to tease him and then I cut him off). I am jealous and possessive and if a man is mine, then I expect him to be faithful. In fact, there were some other women’s boyfriends and husbands that promised to be faithful to me and make excuses why they would not fuck their wives. I’m a greedy slut. I never said life was fair.

Now if you define cuckolding in terms of virtually rubbing hubby’s face in it, fucking with his knowledge or in front of him, that’s something new in my current relationship. It took me a while to come to grips with the reality that I could have all the lovers I want and do anything any time with or without his knowledge and he would still love me and stay faithful to me. That was a reality shift that is still settling into my system. So for the last two years, I have been exploring that with hubby – pushing the boundaries further and further to see if he’s for real and will stick no matter what I do. So far, so good. If he ever says no, I know who I am and I know I will do it anyway and if the relationship ends – so much for that. But I can’t stop being who I am. I love my hubby and have never had it so good. And he has never had such a complete slut in his life and yet gotten so little sex. Ironic, isn’t it?

Kisses,
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November 30, 2005

Hotwife Bisexual Nurse

My wife’s a 27 year old bisexual Nurse, she loves threesomes with men and women - also with couples. Recently has had her second MFM with a black man and myself helping, she loved being the center of attention. We enjoy a variety of adult adventures, but do explore them as a couple. We’re both a full contact couple, I’m always present and a full participant in the group action - unless I’m the photographer.

We prefer to swing together and have been in the lifestyle now for about 4 years, we enjoy sharing the adventure together - besides I love it when she gets with another hot bi female :) The wife loves straddling another woman while I or another man fucks her from behind, because she is so difficult to bring to orgasm - we have found that this works best. People men/women don’t believe me when I say how much work goes into pleasuring my wife, she’s had men with 8″ plus cocks try to bring her off with no luck - it’s a combination of the rubbing/licking and a hard cock pumping inside of her that gets her off.

She’s still new to BBC and this last MFM session was great till he decided to go too deep - no patience. So know we’re looking around for another select male for private adult fun. My wife does prefer me to participate, she feels more secure and I must admit I prefer it as well. I’m not your typical white boy, LMAO! I may not be hung like a stallion, but do have a good package and lots of stamina.

We have a Yahoo profile and group, would be interested in meeting potential playmates for explicit fun - with select men and women.

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November 29, 2005

Cuckolded By The Wife

I thought I’d share my experiences with you. My hotwife Jane cuckolded me from the day we met, although I didn’t find out right away.

I found out she was seeing other guys when she had to confess to me that she was pregnant by another man. After I got over the shock we talked through and agreed that it was best if she had a termination. Although I was upset at what had happened I couldn’t help getting turned on by the thought of someone else’s seed inside her.

Jane told me that it was a one off and that it wouldn’t happen again. Being young(er) and in love I believed her. Right up until I found a used condom under the bed about 6 months later! I asked her about it and it was then that she told me that she had been and would continue to see other men and I had to either put up with it or leave. I didn’t tell her immediately that I found it a huge turn on and I agreed to let her carry on.

One Saturday she told me that I had to go out in the afternoon as someone was coming round. I was very busy in my workshop and said that I promised to stay out there while she entertained.

I went out and she came and told me when the guy arrived and that I shouldn’t come inside. I managed about an hour then I had to sneak inside. They were upstairs, I stood at the bottom and listened. When they’d finished I went back outside and stayed out of the way until she came out. Jane was very flushed and looked totally worn out - which she was. She said that she was going to lay down for a while and told me to get dinner ready. That was the start of it I guess…

The following week she told me the guy was coming round again and that he wanted to meet me. Major embarrassment for me, huge satisfaction for her! Jane was in the bath and I was to let him in and make him welcome until she was ready. It was about as humiliating as it gets. He was only 19 or so (10 years younger than me). When she came down stairs I could have died of embarrassment. She was wearing a pair of sexy panties and a totally see through shirt. She walked up to the guy, kissed him full on the lips and told me to go out to the workshop.

After a while she shouted of me through the open bedroom window. I looked up and she was clearly naked. She told me to get her and him a drink and take it up to them. I protested but she won. As I was making the drink my mind was racing with anticipation. As I went upstairs everything was quiet but when I walked in the room it was the most sexy, amazing thing I’d ever seen. She was on top of him with him deep inside her. I put the drinks down and made my excuses to leave but she wasn’t so keen for me to be gone and insisted I watch them. After only a couple of minutes I had to leave. I was incredibly embarrassed but also really turned on. I went back to the workshop and waited for her to come out to me.

A while later she called me again from the bedroom and told me to go up. Her guy had left and she talked to me about how things were going to be going forward. I could still have her but I had to share her with anyone she chose, whenever she chose. I agreed (of course!!!).

That’s how it started and for the next 12 years things were, errrm, interesting! Eventually we split up (not to do with our lifestyle). If there’s any interest I’d be happy to share her other adventures.

Happy cucking everyone.

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November 28, 2005

Elaine’s First Love Affair

My dear friend and regular hotwifeblog poster Elaine has sent me through another of her ‘life’ experiences.

This is a story that has touched me deeply about Elaine’s first love affair with another woman.

It is beautifully written straight from the heart and I thank you Elaine for sharing it with us. T.x

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I am a bit of an introvert and considered bookish. I was very close with a number of girls at the all girls Catholic high school I attended in Bayamon, PR. It was not and is still not unusual for us to kiss and hug when we greet each other. I remember many times in high school that my friend Ruth and I would be sitting listening to music or doing homework and not think a thing about touching each others shoulders or cuddling in a bed together. I had such a great desire always to touch her or taste her. But I lacked the courage.

I married with my parents blessing 2 weeks after high school to a boy 3 years older than me and already a graduate of the Catholic University of Puerto Rico. He was well liked by my family and was the smartest boy in the Urbanization (like a neighborhood) we lived in. He had a wonderful future and had already been accepted into the Boston University College of Medicine. The summer that we were married he studied and I worked, are you ready for this, as a mechanic in my fathers auto garage to save money. That fall we left Puerto Rico and moved to Boston. I was a good student and was able to get a scholarship at Boston University School of Nursing. We started college and even with loans, grants, and scholarships we were having a very hard time.

A girlfriend told me I should look into being a model; I laughed because I am so short but she told me not too short to be an artist model. She explained that for artist models they look for complexion and form. She told me that she had been modelling for a couple of years and that the fees were pretty good. She gave me a number to call at Radcliff College. I called and got an interview. At the interview, I discovered that I had to disrobe completely for Susan, the female professor who was interviewing me. I had counted on wearing a bikini but I had never been nude in front of anyone other than family as a child. I needed the job and with shaking hands I over came my fear and removed all of my clothing. Susan looked up from her crowded desk and told me I would work out. I noticed that this beautiful white woman seemed to enjoy looking at my teenage body and form. She looked at me like my husband looked at me when he wanted my body. True to her word Susan gave me a good bit of modelling work at Radcliff and I was later told by a dykish student that I was the Professor’s favorite model. From working at the college and through contacts with Susan, I got a lot of work at other colleges and with Bohemian artist from Boston to Providence to Cape Code.

I started making enough where Carlos and I did not have to eat popcorn for dinner any more. Susan, the professor, used me often and I always liked, even adored her. She was very different than me tall, heavy breasted, and red headed. I adored her as did my husband who I never actually told that I was standing in-front of classrooms of art and photography students nude three times a week and privately with artists a couple of times a month. She was married, had been a hippie, was very talented and seemed to care about us. She even found my husband odd jobs around the art community and got him to pose once for her to paint. He never told me that he was nude but she did by commenting on his huge penis.

Well to make a long story short one evening Susan asked me to model for her husband, a profession photographer, at their home. Oddly enough I believed that I knew where this was going and did not mind. I was certain that Susan and her husband were going to seduce me into a threesome. I had been with only one man up to that point and would have been more then willing. She drove me to her home and she had me disrobe in a guest room. I always took a robe with me so I casually disrobed and chatted with her as I slipped on the robe. I began to look in the mirror and apply make up. I could see Susan gazing at me in the mirror. She saw that I had caught her stare which she dropped and said she would go see if her husband was ready. I could hear her talking to him in hushed tones and what she said was something like, “Chuck there is a change of plans, don’t you have someplace to go, I will reschedule this but I really want her.” I came out of the bedroom and he asked me to disrobe and to make myself comfortable. He examined my hips looking for clothing marks and snapped a couple of photos in the family room. Susan told me the shoot was to be in her bedroom so I walked to the master bedroom which was set up with professional lighting. I approached the bed and turned to face Chuck to await movement instructions when I saw him discretely touch a pager on his belt which immediately began to beep. Chuck excused himself and Susan entered the room and we began to chat. I watched her husband go through the motions of picking up the telephone and dialling a number.

Chuck re-entered the bedroom and said that he had to return to his studio as something unexpected had come up. I was disappointed (I needed the money) until he said he would still pay the modelling fee and we would re-shoot during the following week. A deep part of me said run and part of me said stay here with Susan. I choose the stay option. She helped me into my robe and we sat in her coffee nook sipping coffee with Amaretto until she simply told me that she enjoys females and had always liked me. I confessed my admiration of her and how I would do anything to please her. She led me trembling to their bedroom holding my hand. She pulled the covers back and I simply dropped my robe and got in the bed. She slowly undressed and I was amazed as I had never seen a grown woman before like that. I don’t know what I expected but I was delighted at how ripe her body looked. Although slender she had a figure and she was the first person I ever saw that trimmed her red pubic area for allure rather then to look clean in a bikini.

She hugged me and rubbed my body all over, we kissed and kissed and kissed (hey we are girls we love this type of thing). After enjoying my breasts Susan glided down to my vagina and hers were the first lips to touch me there. She touched me so wonderfully and I had my first orgasm that was not a product of my fingers. I then tasted her and I loved the taste but more I loved giving her pleasure. The feeling of her shudders against my mouth or fingers as she reached her orgasm. Her honey tasted so rich and I could not get enough of her mouth on mine or my pussy.

We stayed lovers for the next three years until we left Boston. We always managed to get together a few times a year when business took me to Boston or she travelled to my city of residence. I adored her more every time we met. My dearest Susan died of breast cancer 4 years ago at the age of 53 and I still miss her presence on this earth. I cried with Chuck when he call to tell me the sad news and for days after.

There that is my story. Although other girls have come and gone and I only had one man until about 14 months ago I still cherish the wonderful memory of my Susan. I had a teary night at a gallery in San Juan the other evening. One of Susan’s students has become a well known artist and was having a showing. I always liked this girl so I went to remember the days I lived in Boston and my Susan. While looking at the showing I peered at a 16 year old painting of me. The face she painted was content, young and had just recently learned how to love a woman, how to cum and how to enjoy her own body with others. I have attached a photograph of myself that Susan’s husband took of me teasing him after a sitting.

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November 26, 2005

Allie Naked in Public

Another blog entry by the lovely Naughty Allie today. When I first met her in Amsterdam you would never believe that this sweet, charming lady was such an outrageous exhibitionist and swinger. Love ya Allie x

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I went on another trip to Miami just a few weeks ago. Jake goes there on business at least once a year and I’m usually able to shuffle my work load so that I can go along. Since he has the evenings free we treat the trip as kind of a working vacation and try to squeeze in as much play time as possible. We heard that there was a really great band playing at one of the local night clubs so we went to check it out!

You won’t fucking believe who we saw that night! We weren’t even there 20 minutes when we ran into our old friends Sammy and Brett! They had moved to Florida about a year before but I would have never thought we’d run into them at a club. What are the odds? Anyway, my juices really started to flow as I began to recall the last time we had hung out together. I think you’ve probably seen the video, lol.

Unfortunately Sammy and Brett had to call it a night kinda early because they had plans first thing in the morning. We exchanged numbers and a promise to get together later in the week before Jake and I headed home. That’s a story for another day but don’t worry I have some really great photos and video of that encounter too! As you can see I wasn’t wearing any panties and I could literally feel my juices running down my inner thighs. Damn, I really wish I could have fucked them that night!

I was so fucking horny by now that I kept flipping up my skirt flashing my pussy at Jake (and anyone else that cared to have a look). I was practically begging him to fuck me right there in the club. I said, “C’mon baby, just slide it in right here. We can lean up against the wall and it will look like we’re dancing. No one will even notice.” Luckily, Jake resisted my pleas otherwise the night may have ended with the two of us in jail. I just figured I’d have to wait til we got back to the room that night to get my pussy pounded.

As we headed back to the hotel Jake began to mention how late it was and that he had to get up for a morning seminar in just a few hours. In other words, I wasn’t going to be getting fucked that night. Still, I kept teasing him by lifting my skirt and exposing my bare pussy as we headed up the escalator toward the hotel lobby. There were a couple of guys behind him that got a pretty good eyeful as well. I told him that if he didn’t promise to fuck me when we got back to the room that I was going to get myself off right there in the hotel lobby.

Thinking I was joking, he laughed and said, “Great, I’m glad I brought the camera, I wouldn’t want to miss this.” It was almost as if he was challenging me. As we continued through the lobby I looked over at the front desk clerk and gave him a little wink and a wave. He was really cute, probably in his early 20’s and I was thinking he might enjoy a little show anyway. Besides, I wasn’t about to let Jake get the best of me on this one.

I think he was a little surprised when I sat down on the couch right there in the lobby, lifted my skirt and spread my legs in full view of the desk clerk and anyone else who happened to be walking by. You should have seen the look on the clerk’s face! I think he was torn between calling security and jerking off. Needless to say, he didn’t call security and I never did see his hands come up over the counter during my little performance.

I was really getting wet as I put on a little show for Jake and the guy behind the front desk (oh yeah, and a few others who happened to walk by, some of whom decided to stop and get a better look). I don’t think any of them could have possibly been enjoying it as much as I was.

Although it started out as just a little playful pussy flashing I was really getting myself worked up. As I continued my exhibitionist charade a small handful of voyeurs had assembled in the lobby to watch. I would occasionally slip my finger into my pussy, which was hot as hell and dripping wet by this point.

Each time I would touch my pussy I could feel a little electric chill run up my spine. I knew it wouldn’t take much to get me off since I was already close anyway. All these strangers standing there watching had me in such a state of arousal that I probably could have came without even touching myself!

It was just about at this point that I thought to myself why not just go for it right here and now. I mean what the fuck! I’m sitting here with my pussy wide open anyway. I started furiously rubbing my clit back and forth stopping only to finger fuck my throbbing cunt. I had three fingers deep inside me when I began to cum.

I threw my head back and began bucking my hips up and down, lifting my ass completely off the couch. I was whimpering, moaning, and squealing as quietly as I possibly could so that security didn’t come running to see why some woman was screaming in the lobby of the hotel. As the intense feeling of an orgasm began to leave my body I opened my eyes to a crowd of about 30 people (including one hotel security guard) standing in front of me clapping and cheering. Jake was obviously quite impressed with my performance because he grabbed me by the hand and led me to the elevator. We went straight to our room where he proceeded to fuck the living hell out of me for at least an hour. So much for his early morning seminar!

~Kisses, Allie

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November 24, 2005

A Bad Taste in her Mouth

Amy had a bad taste in her mouth. It wasn’t from the mediocre spinach and artichoke dip getting cold in front of her as she picked at it. It certainly wasn’t from the third glass of Pinot Grigiot that she was nursing either. No, the wine was Amy’s attempt to wash away the unpleasantness that lingered in her mouth left by one of her arrogant coworkers.

“Would you like another glass, Miss?” The bartender brought her back to reality as Amy was mumbling under her breath, going over the day’s events in her mind, trying to rehash what she should have done better, and saying the things she wished she had said to make her position perfectly clear.

“No thank you, I think I might have had one too many as it is.” She reached for her purse to pay the tab and collect her senses. She glanced at her watched and then around the bar and noticed that the late hour had left her the last person there. Tuesday nights weren’t particularly busy at Avanti’s, it had more of a noonday crowd as it was located in the heart of downtown and most people headed to the chain restaurants of the suburbs on weeknights to stay close to home. At 9:00, it was relatively deserted except for the few random busboys that shuffled around, filling up salt and pepper shakers and a few waitresses that were counting tips and talked about the best and worst customers of the night. She fumbled with her wallet, not really wanting to go home and unsure of what to do, where to go. She sat there, dazed and confused.

“Here, this one’s on the house. Looks like you could use it.” The bartender poured another glass of wine to her relief and went about his duties of breaking the bar down. Amy picked up her cell phone and called her husband to tell him that she was fine; she just needed some time to herself. He questioned her, asking if everything was okay, if there was something she wanted to talk about, and she kept repeating that she would be fine, she just had a bad day at work and it was something that she was going to have to work out on her own. She said the obligatory, “I love you’s” and “see you later’s” and hung up the cell phone before he asked too many more questions. This wasn’t something her husband could help her with; it was outside of his realm of expertise.

“In my years of experience, I’ve found that your local bartender/therapist is the best person to talk to when your husband won’t understand. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I’m here for you if you want an objective ear.” The bartender didn’t stop wiping down the bar, but made it clear that the troubled lady at the bar could unburden her heavy load if she so chose.

Amy stumbled, “You wouldn’t understa . . .,” her voice trailed off as she looked at the bartender. For the first time in three hours, she realized that the bartender was a black man. She hadn’t even paid attention to him before, or perhaps she did but it didn’t register in her consciousness. She felt funny, faced with her particular dilemma, and not even sure how to express it, especially to the man that might be able to lend some insight into her situation but the words wouldn’t come out. Amy wanted to ask for his help but she felt paralyzed.

The bartender noticed her discomfort and backed off. “Take your time, finish your wine, I’m scheduled to be here until midnight whether there are customers here or not. We probably won’t get another person in here for the rest of the evening.” Amy looked at him hard, studying him for the first time. He was more than twenty years younger than she, easily in his late 20s or early 30s and she noticed that he was very good looking. His eyes sparkled with warmth and charm and his dark skin of his forearms looked like velvet in comparison to the stark white shirt he wore. The muscle definition in his chest was apparent even through the material. He looked to be about 5’10” from her vantage point but even that was a good 10 inches taller than her 5’0” petite frame. For a very brief second, her mind flashed to all those interracial porno movies her husband had “hidden” in the family room, and how many times she sneaked a peek at them on Saturday mornings when he was out playing golf. She had always wanted to ask her husband why his collection of erotic material always consisted of black men with white women but she was afraid to confront him with the fact that she knew about his secret stash so she kept her mouth shut.

“I’m not racist,” she blurted out, regretting that she hadn’t tried to start the conversation in some other way as she heard the words come out of her mouth.

The bartender smiled, as if amused, and went back to his duties of counting liquor bottles without acknowledging her comment.

Amy felt flush, she picked up the glass of wine and held it to her lips and took a big slug. She had a slight buzz but she wanted more. She wanted to get this off her chest and it was now or never. She set the glass down and stared at it as she began telling her tale. She had been raised in a very typical Southern home without much intimate contact with anyone of color except those people she encountered at a distance in her daily transgressions. She told of how her mother always told her to treat people equally and always quoted Martin Luther King’s words to her about judging people by the content of their character and not by the color of their skin. Her father wasn’t so visionary. He didn’t like anyone that didn’t look or think like him and he didn’t hide that fact. Fortunately for her, she didn’t have to deal with him that much because he was always at work so his influence on her perspective was minimal. When she went away to college, she was exposed to more people of color but she never really befriended any Black people or got to know them on a very intimate basis. By the time she was married and in the work force, she realized that Black people had the lowest paying jobs and it registered somewhere in the back of her mind that that was probably unfair, but she never questioned it, that’s just the way things were and she couldn’t do anything to change it.

She downed the last little bit of wine and continued with her story. The hospital had just hired a new head cardiologist, a woman in fact. She was known to be the best in the business and was sure to bring a lot of positive publicity to the hospital, and good PR meant more money. More money meant better care for the patients, so Amy was excited to welcome her to the staff. All Amy had wanted to do with her life was be an RN and she prided herself with that fact that she had the best reputation for her bedside manner of any nurse in the hospital. During her first encounter with the new doctor, Amy was caught off-guard. Amy had been emptying a bed ban for one of the elderly African American patients on CICU when the doctor walked in and said, “Why are you cleaning the bedpan for a Black, get one of the orderlies to do it. Whites shouldn’t be cleaning up after a Black. Why do you think their skin is that color? So you can’t see the . . . .” Her sentence fell off to laughter, apparently thinking her joke would be funny to all.

Amy was sick. “A Black.” The words rang in Amy’s ears. They sounded so empty, so dehumanizing when she heard the words fall from the doctors lips. Why couldn’t she have said a black patient or an African American? She was outraged that the doctor would say something so cruel, so blatantly racist, in front of a patient and she was appalled that the doctor hadn’t had any sensitivity training to know that those sorts of comments were inappropriate. Amy was speechless and she looked in the eyes of the patient and saw the hurt and pain that the words had caused. The doctor apparently didn’t notice the discomfort of either one of them and she checked the charts and went about her business. Amy continued on with her duties, taking extra care to provide comfort to the patient and even to sing to her to distract her from the pain, both physical and emotional.

“What do I do? If I report her, I might lose my job and if they find out that she is racist and she’s fired, then the money that she might bring to the hospital will go with her. Maybe it was a joke. Doctors just aren’t supposed to say that sort of thing. What if she treats African American patients differently than white patients?” By the time Amy had finished spilling her guts; she was breathless and in tears and rambling on in disconnected sentences.

The bartender had made his way to the other side of the bar and sat himself next to her. He listened intently to the story and made copious notes on a napkin. He placed his hand on Amy’s shoulder and promised her that everything would be okay. Amy looked at him with a puzzled look on her face.

“Let me introduce myself. My name is Akil Galanta, I’m in medical school, and I just work here at nights because it’s so slow it’s like getting paid to study. I’m going to take care of this so that this woman is dealt with in the most appropriate way. Let me do some research, contact the other hospitals that she used to work for, speak with some of the other black nurses and doctors she’s worked with to find out the real deal and I’ll make sure that your name isn’t involved in this at all. I’m going to contact the appropriate governing bodies of the hospital and you won’t have to worry about this anymore.

Amy felt relief for the first time in hours. She took a deep breath and felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder. She was electrified by his touch and the strength with which he seemed to know exactly what to do. Instinctually, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, grateful that she felt like she had told the right person to handle the situation. Her joy, her relief, came out in her enthusiastic hug. He hugged her back it was more than apparent that there was some sort of chemistry going on more than just two people sharing a common agenda.

Akil let the wait staff out and locked the door behind them. He turned down the lights in the bar and returned to Amy. He turned her barstool towards him and, without notice, he kissed her. Amy didn’t fight it for a second; she let herself go in his kiss, seduced by the feel of his full dark lips against hers, his soft tongue dancing against hers. She closed her eyes tightly and blamed it on the wine and her highly emotional state. She was allowed to have a minute of bad judgement in the arms of her sexy hero.

Akil broke off the kiss and apologized. “I know you’re married but I was so moved by the sincerity of your feelings and your desire to do the right thing. Often times, white people let this sort of racism go, ignore it, or agree. The fact that you were moved so strongly but her outrageous behavior means you are willing to dismantle your perception of white superiority. That’s sexy. At least to me it is.”

Amy only heard every other word; she was so turned on that she couldn’t grasp all of what Akil was saying. She was caught up in the fact that her son was older than Akil and that her husband was probably waiting for her to walk through the door any second, maybe even watching his porn collection in her absence. She was distracted with this lack of morality she felt and how much she wanted him to take things further. She couldn’t get over the fact that this very sexy young Black man found her attractive. Sure, she knew she was attractive for her age and that she kept herself in good shape, but she never expected that she would be the object of desire from a gorgeous black man, let alone one young enough to be her son.

Amy wanted him to know that his advances were welcome but she didn’t want to appear too eager. She was trying to reconcile in her mind that thirty years of being faithful to her husband were about to erased in an impetuous act of lust. She tossed her hair back, thrust out her chest, and licked her lips. It had been a long time since she’d seduced anyone other than her husband so she wondered if she was doing it the right way. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was already tingling with excitement. Amy couldn’t remember the last time she had been so turned on, so driven by pure, animalistic intentions.

Akil, fully cognizant of the telltale signs of her arousal, said, “I’m in med school, I don’t get many chances for sexual release because I’m always in the books. Are you sure you want this because it might be a little more than you can handle? With that, he took Amy’s hand and put it on his growing erection. Amy’s eyes widened, thinking of what it would be like to have it inside her and reflected momentarily if she would become a “slut for black cock” like she had seen so many white women profess themselves to be on the internet. She responded by moving her hand to his belt and unbuckling it.

Akil grabbed her hand and said, “Slow down, it’s not often that I get a chance to fuck a hot MILF, especially a white one, so I’m going to make sure you and I both remember this. You sure you’re okay with this?”

Amy nodded frantically. There was no turning back. She rationalized that the stars had created the events of the day in such a way that this was her right, her duty to strike out with a statement of racial equality like this. “Do me,” was all she could say.

Akil took Amy’s legs and spread them wide. He took his hand and rubbed it against the crotch of her pants, feeling the heat emanating from her core. Amy responded by rubbing herself against his hand like a stripper half her age would do. She placed her elbows against the bar and leaned back to give him better access. She wished he would just rip her clothes off and take her like an animal. She could sense that Akil was far from an animal, he was in control of the situation, overpowering her with his sophistication and natural ease.

He carefully undid the buttons on her blouse as she watched in amazement. He slid the sleeves of her shirt down her arms and tossed it on the floor. Her breathing grew heavier. Next, he undid her pants and discarded them with ease as well. She was before him in her sensible bra and panties. She was feeling like the grandmother that she was, nervous that she wasn’t attractive in her semi nude state.

“Turn around,” Akil whispered. She followed his orders without hesitation and he removed her bra. He reached around her and began to fondle her breasts sensuously. Amy was in a trance, looking at the contrast of skin color as he pulled at her nipples and played rather roughly with her tits. She loved every second of the sensation, rubbing her ass on him to make sure he knew she was enjoying every second of his attention. Her husband would never have made her feel like this. Having sex with her husband wasn’t erotic, it was routine. This was living on the edge. Akil grabbed her by the hips and pulled her panties down to her thighs. He pushed her body forward, so her upper body was lying against the leather padding of the bar stool. He took his strong fingers and inserted them in her wet cunt. Amy let out a loud moan. She reached around and held the cheeks of her ass wide open, giving Akil the view and the access he needed to finger her sopping wet pussy.

“You like that?”

“Amy started spewing obscenities like the women in the porno’s would do. “Finger that white pussy; get it ready for your black cock. Make me cum like the slut I need to be.”

Akil withdrew his fingers and Amy cried out like a wounded animal, panting, begging and screaming for him to finger fuck her some more.

“Relax,” the calmness that he had and the power he had over her made her that much more aroused, punctuating the sexual tension in the air.

Here she was, married, tipsy, naked in front of a fully dressed black man, and bent over with her ass in the air like she needed to be fucked by whoever came along. Amy wished she was being watched. She wanted someone to see her in her predicament; she wanted men to jerk off looking at her being intimate for this young black man. Her words were coming in incoherent babble. Every sentence was punctuated with something to do with black cock and white pussy. Akil started spanking her lightly, well, not so lightly but not enough to leave marks that her hubby would question either. Amy started chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, oh yes,” and fingering her own pussy, desperate to get to the fucking part.

Akil pulled Amy up by the hair and forced her to her knees. She knelt submissively, looking up at him waiting for him to give her instructions. He pulled his zipper down and reached in his pants to pull out his cock. Amy’s mouth watered, anxious to taste it. Akil took his dick and rubbed it over her face, smearing precum on her lips. Amy licked it like a kitten licking milk. She grabbed his cock in her hands and stared in disbelief at the contrast. The diamonds in her wedding ring shone in dimly lit room and made her pussy gush even more knowing she was being so naughty. She wrapped both of her hands around his cock and started stroking it. Akil began fucking her hands like it was a pussy, thrusting back and forth, getting the tip even wetter with precum.

Amy couldn’t wait anymore; she had to have that cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes and went for it. She could barely get her mouth around the head. She had to use her mouth and hands together to get it wet and suck it and stroke it at the same time. She was like a crazed woman, starved for black cock. She licked and sucked and tried her best to deep throat it but there was no way she could. Akil pushed her head down and made her lick his balls and she took to the task like a pro. Sufficiently satisfied that she was hungry for cock, he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. The way Amy was sucking it; one would have thought she needed black dick to live.

Akil, noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Outside the front door were spectators. One of his regular customers, an attorney who often worked late, was watching the entire thing and next to him was a black homeless man that often came around at closing to get some food. The two were both stroking themselves through their pants and having some sort of conversation. Akil tapped Amy on the shoulder to alert her of the spectators and she looked up from her cocksucking responsibilities and went back to her job with even more renewed enthusiasm. She began fingering her pussy and pulling her nipples while she was sucking, licking and blowing the ebony meat in her mouth.

Akil grabbed her by the hair and bent her over the bar. She braced herself for the fucking she was about to get. He took aim with his hard cock and rammed it in her in one stroke. He rammed all he could get inside her that is. Amy cried out, in pleasure and in pain. She turned her head so that she could see the men watching her. She made sure that they could read her lips as she said, “fuck me” over and over again. Akil grabbed her hips and rammed his cock in her wet cunt over and over again. He pulled her tits and slapped her ass, no longer caring if her husband saw evidence of the nasty fuck he was giving his wife.

“Make me a slut for black cock, Akil. Make me never want white cock again.” Amy was surprised by the words coming out of her own mouth. It was as if she was releasing some long held inhibitions and beliefs that she had never wanted to acknowledge before. Akil was taking out his frustrations on med school, reveling in his exhibitionism, and even getting off on the fact that he was fucking a married white woman.

“Oh shit, I’m going to cum,” he said.

“Noooooooooo,” Amy called out, please not yet, there’s one more thing I need you to do. Akil slowed his pace and tried to concentrate on molecular biology to hold off his ejaculation. Amy looked back and took her finger and placed it in her mouth. She sucked it seductively and put it to her ass. She pushed her finger in and winced. “I only give this to my husband on very special occasions. I want to give it to you tonight. I want your black cum dripping out of my asshole so I can feel like I really belong to you. Fuck my white ass please.”

Akil grabbed his dick and squeezed it tight to keep from being too aroused. He knelt behind Amy and put his tongue to her puckered hole. He tongue fucked her asshole and got it lubricated with his spit. Amy was moaning, practically screaming about how good it felt. Akil took one finger and put it in her ass. It felt like her asshole was going to cut off the circulation in his finger, there was no way he could fit his dick in there. Amy went into sexual overdrive. She was fucking his finger like crazy, begging for another finger, for black cock “back there.”

Akil spit on her asshole and stuck two fingers in her ass. Amy was grunting and groaning like an animal. “Do it, do it. It feels so nasty, it feels so good.”

Still wet from her pussy and the precum he was practically leaking on the floor, Akil took the head of his cock and took aim at her tiny pink asshole. He didn’t want to hurt her so he let her control the penetration. Amy was not to be denied. She had her fingers in her pussy, fucking herself like mad and she was backing up on that cock until the head was firmly planted in her backside. Her hair was wet with perspiration and she was breathing erratically. She began a gentle motion of rocking back and forth, and working more and more of that magnificent black cock in her asshole.

Out of concern, Akil asked, “Are you okay,” and she responded by saying ‘fuck me, fuck me” over and over again.

“You want this black dick, I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to cum so deep in your ass, you’ll be shitting my cum for a week. Is that what you want?”

“Stop talking and just do it.” Amy was pissed, horny and crazed.

Akil grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her. He fucked her hard, without regard for her safety. He pumped his long black cock in and out of her bowels relentlessly. His balls were slapping her wet pussy and he was long stroking her. Every time he would pull out to the head, Amy would cry and scream for him to put it back in deeper. There were red marks on her skin where his hands were gripping her so tightly. He glanced over at the windows and saw the two men had taken their cocks out on the street and were trying to discretely stroke them without drawing too much attention to themselves.

He couldn’t hold back any more. He felt the cum boil up from his nuts. He fucked her long and hard, he fucked her deep. Amy was cumming from getting fucked in her ass and the convulsions of her muscles were milking the cum out of Akil’s dick. Akil screamed out as he felt the walls of her ass coated with his thick seed.

Exhausted, he fell back against one of the barstools and tried to catch his breath. The men watching left evidence of their participation on the window as they parted ways in silence.

Amy felt more alive than she had in years. While Akil made efforts to clean up, Amy reached for her cell phone. “Yes, I know what time it is. Yes, I’m fine, relax. I’m sorry . . . I’m sorry . . .” She slid her panties on as she spoke to him. “Honey, when I get home, I want to watch one of those movies you have hidden in the family room. . . Yeah, one of the interracial ones. And I have something to tell you that I think you might like to hear. If you’re lucky, you might get a special treat as well.”

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