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January 19, 2011

Cherida’s voyeur games

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cherida

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January 17, 2011

Jinxypie’s DP Fun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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January 11, 2011

Last Nights Pillow Talk

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My wife fucked a black man last night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

her: “Ill try”

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

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

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

My cock got hard at this point

me: “Lets go upstairs”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pulled out of her

her: “I’m just really tired”

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

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

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

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

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

her: “Oh yes, absolutely”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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January 7, 2011

My Orders

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

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

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

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

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

However she gave me a couple caveats.

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

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

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

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

New Lover Dana

Ring…. Ring…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saving herself.. For Her Lover..

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

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

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

Submitted by: Mike - SoCal, USA

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December 26, 2010

My Latina cucked me

Cuckold Place Update

My Latina Cucked Me Last Night

My wife has cucked me before, but it has been since August of last year that she did so.

Anyways this story that happened to us was a little crazy. She was at work and she got a text from someone and she had no idea who it was. They had sent a picture of their cock. She said it was a nice big one too. She thought I was playing a joke on her or one of her friends but they had no idea what she was talking about. So she texted them back and they were shocked and very sorry, because they had sent it to the wrong person. It was supposed to go to a girl he knew with close to the same number I guess as my wifes.

They got to talking some, since my wife liked the pic. He was a lot younger then us, he is 23, his name is Josh and his dick is like 9 inches! The past 2 guys my wife cucked me with were black, he is white. I love seeing her fuck black men and she had them before me too, but white is good too. He did not have experience in this type of thing, so he was shy to meet. They talked a bit by text and sent pictures to each other. This was the first time that I was not directly involved with finding the guy. I have never spoken to him or seen him. I kind of liked that. The first text was Sunday and they met last night! She had never met someone so quickly either.

On Monday of this week she asked me if she could call him and I said that was fine. She wanted to talk alone at first because she felt akward with me listening. She ended up caching me listening to them talk, I was jerking off and she caught me. So she let me in the room to listen. It was just small talk at first but then I pulled out my cock and put her hand on it and she started jerking me and the conversation got really heated then. He made her suck my cock while he listened. My wife is awesome at this and can deep throat like no other, plus not very hard to do with my cock! We ended up fucking while he listened and he cummed for her on the phone too. This was new to us and very erotic.

So finally on Wednesday as we were bored that night and we had someone watching our kids, we decided to meet him. Well just my wife, I was not allowed to go. This was a first for us too, because I have always gone along. I love how my wife is becoming a little more dominant now. She dropped me off at a bar as I watched the Red Wings game they met in a parking lot. He is young and not experienced with a lot of women but he loved the fact my wife is older, she is 31, he is 23. My wife has a thing for the young bulls! She texted me a few times and then when I sent one, I didnt hear anything back for like 30 mins! I was rock hard while thinking what they were doing. She had told me they were not going to do anything but talk, yeah right! They ended up in the back seat of our suv, kissing, and touching and finally my wifes pussy was soaking through her jeans and they went at it. She said when he pulled his cock out, she was shocked at how large it was, she has seen many big ones, but I guess not on a white guy lol. It was hard in the back seat to fuck but they managed. He made her cum a ton, she squirts so it got all over in the car hahaha. He made her pussy sore and she ended up taking his cum in her mouth, she loves doing that. They kissed and said goodnight.

She came and picked me up and we talked about it at the bar. I was so fucking horny! As soon as she came in she kissed me and said he came in my mouth, which I could taste on her lips. That got me even more turned on. Wish I could of taken his cum from her mouth right after he cummed in it. She said the sex was great.

We came home and I ate her pussy like no other, thinking of his big ass dick pounding my loving wife. She orgasmed like crazy. Then she let me get some, her pussy was too sore from him so she let me fuck her ass. Which is heaven too. It was a great night and we hope to do more this weekend. I hope I get to watch.

These pics are what I took on her phone and she had me send them to him. They were for him! So hot.

I am not any good at writing stories, just wanted to tell you how our night went with our 3 bull now. Enjoy.

Submitted by: dustinandleeann

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December 8, 2010

Pillow Talk

Some pillow talk from a hotwife cuckold couple from NYC

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My 50-year-old wife fucks other men and I very happily watch. To begin with, there is nothing wrong with our marriage or our sex life. We have been married for over twenty years, are parents, we still have sex 3-4 times a week and the sex is good. But about 2 & ½ years ago, with my encouragement, she became a Hotwife.

Since then she has been fucked by over 30 men ranging in age from 23 to 54. She has fucked men at their homes, she has fucked men in hotel rooms, and she has fucked men in our bed in our home. Recently she met a man after hours in his office and sucked his dick and then fucked him on his desk.

Some of these men have been one-night stands and some she has fucked various times. Mark, one of our favorites, has fucked my wife seven times. We often meet him in a restaurant and he sits next to her and caresses her legs and thighs under the table, letting her know that we are all friends meeting for a get-together but that this night her pussy is his. She loves that feeling, especially knowing that a man twenty years her junior is so blatantly claiming her pussy, in public, in front of her faithful husband. It makes her feel special, a woman who has it all: the security of a loving marriage and a husband whose dick is exclusively for her, all the while knowing that she has the freedom to fuck and suck whomever she chooses. By the time we get to Mark’s place she is soaked and aching to feel his dick claiming it’s wet prize. Afterward she loves for me to go down on her and to happily eat her well-fucked pussy. As she sees it, it’s my way of showing appreciation for being married to such a sexually talented and sexually desired woman.

For me, it’s exciting to have a wife who so many men desire. And it’s exciting to submit to her in this way. I’m a pretty opinionated and assertive guy. In many ways both professionally and personally I’m the more assertive one. To take the more passive role sexually where my wife calls the shots and gets to be the dominant one, suits me fine. It suits her well too.

Recently we were lying in bed and Wifey decided to have some fun with me: “MMM…your cock is getting nice and hard” she said while lightly stroking my dick. “MMM hmm,” I replied, “that feels real good.” “I know it does. I can tell by how hard you are, how hard I can make this cock of mine. And make no mistake about it: this cock is mine, all mine, no one else is allowed to have it. Isn’t that true?” “Yes” I stammered, overcome by the desire I felt building inside of me. “Good” she said, while slowly stroking my dick “because that’s the way I want it. Since I’m your boss in the bedroom, that’s the way it’s going to be. Consider your dick my property, to do with as I please. In a way it’s a shame because other women would love this penis, so nice and hard and ready. But I’m selfish that way, your cock is for me and only me.” She began kissing the head gently, causing me to squirm. “You like that don’t you? You like that I own this cock of yours, that you’re only allowed to let me touch it, that I’m the only woman who’s ever going to make you cum?” “Yes” I replied with a growing urgency. “Such a good hubby.” She teased.

Wifey then took my hand and placed it on her hot pussy. I began to gently rub it, enjoying how soft and wet it was. “MMM…But this” she said “this isn’t just yours is it?” “No” I replied, “this I have to share.” “That’s right” she chuckled “this you have to share with other men.” “Is that the way you want it?” I asked her. “Absolutely” she said with a self-satisfied grin “You know I love you and I love your nice big cock. But we’ve been married for 20 years. Things get, I don’t know, a little too monotonous without variety and I don’t want to get bored. As good as your cock is, it’s just not enough for me. It just isn’t enough to keep me fully satisfied anymore.” “It isn’t?” I asked in mock surprise. “No my husband, it isn’t. Sorry but I need more. I sometimes need that excitement I can only get when I’m being fucked for the first time.” “And?” I asked. “And I get to have that by letting other guys put their big, hard dicks in me. MMM…you know I love that don’t you? You know this wife of yours loves getting fucked by other men.” “Oh yeah” I replied. “Good” she said, “because I really do. And what about you? Do you love watching? Do you love watching other men slide their cocks in and out of me, seeing me wrap my legs around them to pull them in as deep as they can go? Do you like the squishy sound my pussy makes because I love the fucking I’m getting?”

This talk got my dick twitching and she loved it. She knew she had me and she knew exactly what she wanted. “You know I love that. But what about me? What about some variety for me?” I asked, knowing full well what her answer was going to be. “No, no” she said “ you have to keep this cock just for my use. You’re my cuckold, you don’t get to play with other women. Those are my rules. You get to please me, you get to find men who can please me, you get to be there and watch while they lick my pussy and I take their cocks in my mouth, and you have to step aside while they slide their dicks in and out of me. You like that don’t you? You like stepping aside like a good cuckold husband and watching me give another man what’s supposed to be yours?” “Oh yeah” I said again, completely caught up in my wife. “MMM…I know you do. Funny, isn’t it? Our friends would never believe that my handsome, smart, and assertive husband loves to be cuckolded by me. I hardly believe it—but I’m not complaining mind you. We got married twenty years ago with a set of rules that stated ‘I promise to forsake all others’. Now we have a new set of rules: that I get to fuck whomever I want, whenever I want, and you have to watch and remain completely faithful to me.” “MMM” I moaned while kissing her nipples, “I love our new rules.”

And it was true. My wife’s teasing had me ready to cum. “Good, because that’s the way it is and that’s the way it’s always going to be. It’s like losing your virginity. Once you lose it, you know you’re going to fuck again and again. Well I’ve tasted pleasures of being a hot wife and I love the taste! No way I’m turning back now. You just have to get used to the fact that other men are going to get my pussy. But it’s good for you too. You’ve kind of lost your virginity too haven’t you? You’ve become a cuckold. You love that too don’t you? You love being a cuckold. You love watching another man take me and make me cum.” “Yes” I moaned, “I love that you cuckold me.” She chuckled again. “I know” she said, “plus, after they leave you get your reward. You get to eat my well-fucked pussy. I know you love that also, you love showing your appreciation by putting your tongue where my lover had his dick.” I began licking her wet cunt, causing Wifey to moan.

“MMM…just like that” she said “you’re such a good hubby to lick my naughty pussy. And then, after you’re done eating me, you can slide your own dick inside of me and make me cum.” “Ohh yeah. Can I put my dick inside you now ?” I asked with a great deal of urgency. “Please do.” She replied.

And I did, again and again.

And again.

Submitted by: NYHubby - NYC - USA

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December 4, 2010

My Wife’s Boyfriends

A submission today from a cuckold who tells us about his wife’s affairs.

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Over the last few years my wife has had a few bfs. At first she hid them from me, but now she freely shares how she has been fucked in bathrooms, exposed in public, fucked for hours by her bfs, made to have phone sex with her bf’s friend, fucked while another guy watches and one bf had a woman eat her pussy.

The first bf started her off. He would meet her in hotels and fuck her. He produces huge amounts of cum, I’ve cleaned up after him a few times. She is very submissive to him, like all her bfs, and he has declared her ass his. He fucked her ass for hours, making her cum over and over. He can also make her squirt using his cock, something she can only do with a vibrator while with me.

Her second bf was wild. He introduced her to public sex, people watching and a woman to eat her pussy. He kept her out overnight and she would have to beg him to cum when she could no longer take it. He filmed the two of them and would introduce her as the married woman he was fucking. I know she fucked him with other guys, but she won’t admit it to me. His cock was so big that it wouldn’t fit in her ass.

Her third bf was very close and owns a store. She would hang out in his store all day and text me that he made her swallow his cock and cum in the back room of his store. He would take her out locally and my neighbors saw them together. He kept her out all night and fucked her 6 times in one night, because she begged for it. He took a pic of her ass sticking out of a mini dress and sent it to his friends. One friend got so aroused that he handed the phone to him while she was masturbating and made her cum for his friend.

I can only imagine what is next. Now she makes me go for massages, but only with guys and she loves how uncomfortable that makes me.

My Wife

Submitted by: 2bcucked - USA

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November 30, 2010

Developments at the Office

Cuckold Place Update

Now that she’s started, I wonder how far she’ll go…

I recently posted something in the personals section about helping to get my wife into some erotic chat, I never saw things happening this fast…

For years, I had fantasized about my beautiful wife taking a lover. Though we had talked about it in bed a few times, nothing more ever came of it. A few weeks ago, the company we both work for installed Instant Messager on our computers (she works in the office two days a week and two days at home). A few days after we got IM, a coworker began sending her messages. It started innocently enough, but the first day after that she worked at home, his messages turned to asking if she was home alone. She got nervous and backed out of the conversation. That night, I assured her that if she wanted to enjoy some erotic chat, it would not only be ok with me, I’d be turned on at the idea of having a hotwife at home. A few weeks later, I could tell she and the coworker had been getting closer. Despite her telling me that she didn’t find him that attractive, the number of times his name came up in conversation told me otherwise.

Last night, she told me that if I took our daughter out to play for a few hours, I could lick her all I wanted later. Before I could leave, she couldn’t keep quiet any longer and sheepishly admitted her talk with J had turned dirty that afternoon. While I was gone, they continued and I had to wait patiently until that night to hear the details. She told me all she could remember little by little as we took our time making love. Perhaps the biggest surprise (other than the fact that she’d gone this far), was how assertive and evasive she was while leading him on. When he teased her about being old (she is 36, he is 25), she replied that with that age came a lot of experience. She hinted that she affairs on me in the past but refused to give any details or let him know if she was serious (she wasn’t, she hasn’t ever been with anyone but me). We talked that night in the afterglow about whether I’d really be ok with her taking a lover as she was seriously thinking about it. I awoke this morning feeling aroused, a bit disbelieving that we had gone so far so unexpectedly, and a bit scared wondering what the future held for us. We cuddled tenderly for a while before she whispered if she had known how much it turned me on, she would have cheated on me a long time ago. The weight of that sat on me heavily as she had always professed her faithfulness to me. As long as I had dreamed of her cuckolding me, I knew the most powerful part would not be any of the hundred things I fantasized about, but the things I had not predicted and had no control over. Every update she has given me sends a rush of adrenaline and excitement not knowing what she will say next. I still don’t know where this will lead, but it will be fun finding out.

Update: I wrote the above part yesterday morning but didn’t have time to post it. A few updates since then… she came in the office today even though she could have worked from home. She showed me his messages teasing her that she came in just to see him. I am trying very hard not to ask her a million times, “what is going on now”, but their conversations take place throughout the day and with the speed things began, I am wondering what progression is taking place. We talked over lunch and I told her I wouldn’t pest for details as long as she kept me up to date. She also promised to cut and paste any juicy messages to me. I reiterated to her that I was more than ok with what she’s done so far. I just asked that if it were to turn physical to allow me to know in advance and be able to enjoy the anticipation with them, at least the first time, I joked. At lunch, she also told me that she couldn’t get to sleep last night so she went to the living room and texted him for a while. Tonight, she told me she upgraded her cell texting plan this afternoon so she’d have more free texts to send to her niece, mom…… (grinning), him.

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November 26, 2010

Bathroom Fuck

A fantasy sent into us today by the very intriguing Miss B.

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A mistress is in supposed to be in control. She demands things of her devoted. She is to be pleased by him. She is adored by him.

It’s funny how even during a fabricated fantasy where (truly!) I tried to let the main character have his way with me; it’s still me in control, my pleasure, and his adoration. Read on for a peek into my latest fantasy starring your favorite players as well as, hell, it could even be you playing the lead role in this one…

My most recent fantasy, as described to my cuckold Derek just the other night while straddling his face, is fucking a man I only just met. We meet in a bar while I’m ordering drinks and Derek is waiting at the table. This young man is very flirty while sizing up my black, “fuck me” heels and low-neck dress. When the bartender brings over two drinks, the boy gives me a puzzled look. Quickly, I mention that I saw him earlier and on the off chance that he came over, I ordered two drinks. Derek is non-existent at this point.

My new interest is polite, only glances at my ass when he thinks I’m not looking. We may have titillating conversation. We may not. It doesn’t matter. I suck down my cocktail in less than 2 minutes. “Are you going to finish that?” I refer to his drink. Before he has a chance to respond, I grab the drink and with my other hand guide my new flirt away from the bar. In among the crowd, I grab a hold of his hand using it as a leash to pull him close behind me. While we make our way to the bathroom, I pass Derek and give him a wink.

Pulling this stranger into the bathroom after me, I push him up against the wall, hand him his drink and lock the door behind us. He has a quizzical look on his face, but before he even gets a chance to speak I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He doesn’t need a second invitation. His drink slips from his hand, glass smashing on the tile floor. Neither of us cares. His hands are all over me. His lust rising like a desperate heat; there could be an earthquake and he wouldn’t notice. His groping hands pull my dress straps down, exposing my bra-less breasts. His breath is coming in short gasps, like licking me is more important than breathing. He grabs the back of my thighs and wordlessly hoists me up onto the edge of the sink. His attention is momentarily distracted from me as he’s fumbling with the fly on his jeans.

After what seems like forever (my cunt is aching to have this exciting, new cock inside me), he pulls his dick free. It’s rock hard and almost like he’s been waiting for this moment all night. He grabs onto my hair with one hand pulling my head back, tugging hard. And with his other hand he forcefully shoves his hard cock into my sweet, wet pussy. A guttural groan LOUDLY escapes his lips. If I hadn’t been in the middle of my fantasy, I might have been worried if anyone out in the bar heard him. He thrusts into me, groping at my chest, my neck, my mouth. He has smeared my lipstick across my face and is staring at me with half-closed eyes, squinting with pleasure. I have one arm behind me, holding onto the sink; my other hand is wrapped around the back of his neck holding him near. My legs spread open, panties tossed aside, forgotten. I clench my ass in tune to his ever-increasing thrusts. I drive my pelvis forward, our momentum growing together until both of us cry out. His groans are animalistic, barbaric and evidence that he is all about his own pleasure, his own fuck. I love it. My head flies back. I’m actually shrieking when I coat his cock with my cum.

I love the idea of some stranger fucking me like his life depends on it. I fantasize about a man who doesn’t care about my comfort or my orgasm, and just fucks, fucks me hard and fast. During tonight’s fantasy should I imagine it’s you fucking me?

Miss B

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November 20, 2010

Leslie Croft Interviewed

I’m proud to present today my interview with the very lovely Leslie from Lust Couple who we first introduced to the blog back in September. Leslie is another fine example that every one in this lifestyle has their own unique way of playing it. Thanks for your time with the interview Leslie and for your honest answers. Hope to hear from you again soon.

Leslie

hotwifeblog: Hey there, welcome to hotwifeblog. Tell us your name?
Leslie: Leslie Croft

hotwifeblog: Where are you from?
Leslie: I was born in Titusville, Florida, but now I’m living just outside Indianapolis, Indiana.

hotwifeblog: What is your age?
Leslie: 36

hotwifeblog: What are your measurements?
Leslie: 36-26-38

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

hotwifeblog: What colour are your eyes?
Leslie: Hazel

hotwifeblog: Hair colour?
Leslie: Brunette

hotwifeblog: Any piercings or tattoos?
Leslie: Ears, of course, and I’m still pondering a tattoo . . . just can’t decide what/where I want.

hotwifeblog: Describe your personality?
Leslie: I’m usually reserved and polite, but in private, much more daring and assertive, even bitchy at times, but I make it worth your while.

hotwifeblog: What’s your occupation?
Leslie: Graphic designer by day; web mistress by night

hotwifeblog: How did you meet your husband?
Leslie: Believe it or not, we met at a funeral . . . okay, long story

hotwifeblog: LOL… How long have you been married?
Leslie: It will be 18 years in December.

hotwifeblog: Do you think you’ve always had natural hotwife tendencies, the need to be with more than one man or have you adapted your thinking of a relationship from a traditional monogamous one?
Leslie: I’ve adapted my thinking from prior programming, and I’m now comfortable with my varied sexual appetites.

hotwifeblog: How did you get into the hotwife lifestyle?
Leslie: Well, the hubby first suggested it, and I quickly knew that I wanted it, too. It just made sense to me that we should both be honest and open about our sexual interests.

hotwifeblog: Why do you think some men get so excited about seeing their wife or girlfriend with another guy?
Leslie: I don’t know, but I would love to understand that dynamic. At the same time, though, I fully identify with that desire, because I also get off watching hubby with others. I’m just as much of a voyeur as I am an exhibitionist, so I get it.

hotwifeblog: What do you like most about being a hotwife?
Leslie: I always enjoy the excitement of meeting and becoming intimate with new and different people. No matter how many experiences I have, the initial charge of getting naked with strangers never disappoints.

hotwifeblog: How long have you been an active hotwife?
Leslie: 14 years

hotwifeblog: Have you had any previous relationships that allowed you the sexual freedom you have now or were they all monogamous?
Leslie: No, they were all monogamous (and monotonous). I feel very lucky to have such an open, supportive (and submissive) husband.

hotwifeblog: And during those previous monogamous relationships were you tempted to stray or did you cheat at all on your partner?
Leslie: No, I was never tempted, nor did I cheat, but I was pretty young at that time. Eventually, I’m sure I would have certainly been tempted . . . a lot.

hotwifeblog: What type of men do you go for? are attracted to?
Leslie: Confident, fit, self-aware and open-minded guys always catch my eye (or more).

hotwifeblog: Tell us about your first hotwife experience?
Leslie: At my urging, hubby invited a fit black male to our home, and I was completely thrilled to finally live out one of my strongest fantasies. Long story short . . . our house guest spent the night, and I made him breakfast (once I was finished with him, of course).

hotwifeblog: How many lovers have you had since becoming a hotwife?
Leslie: I don’t keep score; too busy playing the game.

hotwifeblog: Do you prefer to see a guy once for sex or have someone regular to build a sexual relationship with?
Leslie: Oh, I don’t know. It just depends on the guy; chemistry is a mysterious thing.

hotwifeblog: Have you ever tried a gangbang?
Leslie: Yes. I love being the center of attention, having so many hands, mouths and cocks at my service.

hotwifeblog: So how many men have you had sex with at one time?
Leslie: Three (so far).

hotwifeblog: Does size matter to you?
Leslie: Yes, there’s a minimum requirement, I suppose, but it’s certainly not the only issue to consider.

hotwifeblog: There is a huge interracial fetish within this lifestyle, do you prefer to date black guys or have no preference on who you play with?
Leslie: For the most part, I really like black guys, but I’m always an equal opportunity enjoyer.

hotwifeblog: Hehe.. Do you like to flirt with men you come across during your everyday life, catch their eye in the street, chat up the guy in the supermarket etc?
Leslie: Yes, I love to come on to men who catch my eye, and I get off on startling and attracting those who consider me “off limits” because I’m married.

hotwifeblog: What clothes do you generally like to wear when you’re on the pull for guys?
Leslie: It depends on the weather, really. If it’s cooler, I usually I like to wear tight sweaters, jeans, and boots. If warmer, I go very skimpy and clingy. I have very pointy, eraser-like nipples, and men say they love to see them through my sheer tops.

hotwifeblog: Do you wear an ankle bracelet?
Leslie: No.

hotwifeblog: What is your favorite sexual act?
Leslie: Wow, that’s a tough one. I’ve found very little that I don’t enjoy, but if I had to choose one act, I would have to say sucking cock, preferably two or more simultaneously. And I love to deepthroat (practice makes perfect).

hotwifeblog: Any fetishes you are into?
Leslie: I love fucking others with strapons . . . hubby, other males, other women, doesn’t matter.

hotwifeblog: Do you find most of your lovers and sexual partners through the Internet, being out on the pull or through friends?
Leslie: Hubby helps locate them for me via the internet, usually. Trolling for strange cock in bars and clubs is a favorite hobby of mine, too.

hotwifeblog: How do you find other females treat you when they know about your lifestyle? Is there any envy, jealousy, wishing they could have your lifestyle? any negative feelings towards you?
Leslie: I tend to keep it secret from my female friends, but I’m sure most would be envious toward my freedom.

hotwifeblog: When you have a date, does your husband participate sexually with you, watch you play or leave you alone with your lover?
Leslie: Depends on my mood; he’s usually involved either directly or indirectly. If nothing else, I tend to keep him around to serve as a bar tender, towel boy or fluffer.

hotwifeblog: Which of the above do you prefer when you’re with your lover, your husband participating? have him watch you? or be alone with your date for some privacy?
Leslie: I prefer with hubby participating but I find it exciting to have him watch and/or cater to my lover and me, too.

hotwifeblog: How often are you sexually active with your husband?
Leslie: Almost daily. What can I say? I’m a woman in my thirties, lol.

hotwifeblog: Do you ever compare your husband’s performance to any of the other men you’ve slept with?
Leslie: Maybe if I were to meet a lover horribly lacking, sure, but generally no. It’s all good.

hotwifeblog: Do you think you’d ever be able to go back to a normal monogamous relationship if your husband ever suggested it?
Leslie: Spiritually and emotionally, we are monogamous, so the question really doesn’t seem to capture our relationship. I can’t imagine limiting myself to just one lover, though, no.

hotwifeblog: Are you dominant or submissive at all?
Leslie: I enjoy both, depending on my mood and the situation.

hotwifeblog: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?
Leslie: I love both but prefer giving.

hotwifeblog: Do you spit or swallow?
Leslie: Swallow.

hotwifeblog: Have you ever received a creampie from a lover?
Leslie: No, but I love the feel of hot cum on my skin and face and I’m very interested in exploring a bukkake experiences in the future.

hotwifeblog: Does your husband like to have sex with you just after you’ve been with someone else?
Leslie: Yes, definitely . . . before, during and after.

hotwifeblog: What’s your biggest fantasy?
Leslie: Meeting a stranger or two in a bar, fucking him/them and then coming home to tell hubby about all my fun. Lately, I’ve also harbored the fantasy of hooking up alone, then calling hubby to let him listen while a stranger fucks me.

hotwifeblog: Since having your website, have you ever been recognized by anyone who knew you were a hotwife?
Leslie: Yes, a local school board member and scout leader who said he admired the site a great deal. I was a bit nervous about his discovery at first, but I’ve seen him several times since, and I really enjoy our dirty little secret now.

hotwifeblog: What hobbies do you have outside of the lifestyle?
Leslie: Cooking, reading, dancing, gardening and writing.

hotwifeblog: What advice would you give to couples thinking of trying out the hotwife and swinging lifestyle?
Leslie: Communicate honestly, frequently and without fear of hurt feelings.

hotwifeblog: Tell us about the treats we can find by joining your website?
Leslie: Lots of fetish fun (strapons, cuckoldry, smothering) and a healthy dose of interracial content.

hotwifeblog: What plans do you have for your website for the future?
Leslie: We just celebrated the site’s third anniversary, so that’s an appropriate questions. We tend to take it year-by-year and will continue as long as it’s a fun and a worthwhile means of personal expression. I’m hoping to add more gangbang and bi MMF or MMFF content as time and opportunities allow.

hotwifeblog: What are your plans for the future regarding your lifestyle?
Leslie: Enjoying the company of long-time friends and meeting more as we progress.

Leslie

You can find Leslie’s home on the web right here

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