February 18, 2010

Vote For Daisy

Just wondered if you could all do me a quick favour. My slut girlie Daisy has been nominated for this years TV X Awards for the Most Outrageous Sex Scene (quite fitting I do think hehe).

If you could vote for her, that would be fantastic. The voting is here

VOTING PERIOD ENDED. thanks for all those that voted.

You need to click on the Most Outrageous Sex Scene category and click on the movie Calling The Shots and hit “Vote Now”.

There’s also a video clip of the nominated scene so you can see what she’s doing to this poor boy for them to give this a worthy nomination lol

Vote For Daisy

Thanks Guys,


February 16, 2010

Meet Molly

A new wife to introduce you to today, Molly Mormon (as she likes to call herself from her religious Mormon past) is from from Utah and is very good friends with fellow Utah slut and regular poster on here Baby Ruthie. As you can imagine being a friend of such a infamous hotwife has led this own married woman down the path of wrong (or of right in our world lol)

Molly is a gusher, very vocal and very multiorgasmic. She also loves taking creampies from her bulls. She says she’s very new to this, but very excited about the possibilities. So lets give her all the support we can in her new world of hotwifery.

And yes we have an exclusive interview coming soon.


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February 14, 2010

The Spanish DJ

The Spanish DJ - True story submitted by Dan from the UK.


During a visit to Spain I was able to get my wife to become the slut I was always wanting. We went to a night club, I was looking for a partner for her but the good looking guy’s were with all women of their own. The DJ announced a wet tee shirt competition, I persuaded Geena to enter because she has the biggest nipples I have ever seen and I knew they would impress anyone when cold and hard. Not many entered and sure enough her pert tits and rock hard nipples won the day. She was invited to the rostrum to collect her prize, the DJ kissed her and then whispered something in her ear. When she returned I asked her what he had said. “He wants to fuck me” she said. My cock instantly firmed up as I asked her if she was interested, “He is so gorgeous looking I won’t be able to turn him down” she replied as her eyes met his across the room.

At the end of the night he put on a long slow record and came down to ask G for a dance, she moulded herself to him and they moved around the dancefloor oblivious to anyone else. I didn’t care that people noticed their fondling as I knew her pussy was going to be used a little later on.

We hung around and I was introduced to the DJ Fernando, I asked him if he minded that I was her husband and would want to go back to our room with them, I told him that I had to guarantee her safety. He answered that he wanted nothing more than to make love to Geena in front of me.

It was getting on for early morning and getting light when we arrived back at the room, Fernando immediately took control, he was obviously going to humiliate me as much as he could. Geena was told to strip down to her panties and kneel on the floor He moved towards her and unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock, he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her mouth onto it. She fucking LOVED it, and tried to swallow every inch, he told me to get my camera so we could have a souvenir of the visit to take home, You’ll see the one I took below. He bent her head back so his whole cock could go down her throat, she knows how to take deep throat and willingly obliged. Pulling at her hair he mouth fucked her as if she was a cheap street prostitute. When he was ready he pulled out and wanked his orgasm into her mouth and all over her face. She looked FANTASTIC. She has had huge cocks, long cocks you name it but even though his was quite small it was the way he treated her that gave her the best night she ever had.

What happened next completely shocked me, he told her “Now get up and go kiss your husband!”. She obeyed and came towards me with his cum all over her face. We french kissed, my tongue probing her spunk filled mouth as my face slid against hers. Then Fernando joined us, his face pressed against ours as he too lapped at her spunk splattered cheeks.

We both begged him to stay longer and he agreed, he told Geena to lie on the bed and masturbate in front of us, again she obeyed and was soon squirming around from the action of her own fingers. He then told me to get out, I was to go down into the street and wait across the street, which I did. I was down there for a good 20 minutes stood around smoking and then I heard the balcony door open.

Geena came out, she had dressed again and was wearing the tee shirt she won and it was soaking wet, just as in the club, she had a micro mini on and had put make up on, not just ordinary but excessive lipstick and mascara, she looked like a hooker. He said something to her and she leant forward onto the balcony railing, he came behind her pushed up her skirt and shoved his cock up into her. Her face contorted as he pulled her hair back and began fucking her with a superb rhythm, I could tell by her face that Fernando was in her ass. A lorry turned into the street, it was the early morning bin collectors, they moved up through the street until they were outside our window. They saw me and looked up to where I was focusing, they saw the same as me, a blonde haired hooker being fucked in the ass just above them. They laughed and the four of them stood around cajoling Fernando and obviously urging him to give the ‘Puta’ a rough fucking for their entertainment.

I thought they may have been invited up but that would not have been possible, the slut on the balcony was now being slammed from behind her body shaking as Fernando worked up to his orgasm, Geena’s face was in bliss as the hammering continued, eventually the final thrust came as Fernando grunted into his orgasm. He pulled back and the slut sank to her knees to suck the half hard cock that had just pounded her ass. We all cheered on the street and then the guys went on about their business. I went for a short walk and when I got back Fernando had slipped out and was gone, I found my slut wife exhausted and asleep on the bed.

Later we both agreed it was the best sex session we had ever had and she told me that having that cock deep in her ass had given her so many orgasms she wanted more.


Submitted by: Dan - UK


February 12, 2010

Daisy and Barbi

Well here’s something I wasn’t expecting. To see my own girlie Daisy sat next to the incredibly Slutty hotwife Barbi Sinclair both wearing my t-shirts and hotpants and looking like heaven on earth. Barbie had emailed me that day with some new pictures and mentioned she had just moved to Las Vegas, I could not believe it as we happened to be visiting there for a few days. We quickly arranged to meet up and plan some naughtiness.

This was taken a few hours before Daisy and Barbi had an intimate shower together and then a night out on the town together. Yes, together! Lock up your husbands and sons lol..

That reminds me, will post the shower pics soon!!

It was a wild night in the bars and clubs, the girls getting so much attention dancing away and flaunting their bodies to a sea of hot blooded males. Daisy had a few kisses in some dark corners of the clubs and even managed to blow a guy in a toilet cubicle. Barbi had a few hot grinding dances with some guys on the dancefloor and snatched a guy and took him home from outside the club while we were waiting for our car to be brought round. Nothing beats a night out on the town and the mystery of cuckold fun it can bring.

Daisy and Barbi

Daisy and Barbi

Daisy and Barbi

Daisy and Barbi

Daisy and Barbi

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February 10, 2010

Cheating Wife

There are some real gems of some blogs out there. I love coming across new and interesting writers covering the niche we all love. Recently I’ve become really interested in hearing stories from women that cuckold their husbands without their knowledge. Lots of people within the hotwife lifestyle do not like it, obviously because of the huge betrayal of trust involved in playing like this. I myself find this an incredible turn-on and know I’m not alone in loving these women that take the risks of satisfying their sexual appetite outside of their marriage and the lengths they go to to keep it hidden from their husbands. I’ve always loved the thought of being in a relationship and my woman cheating on me and then me somehow finding out later, maybe even without her knowing I found out. Then playing the game of ‘has she?’ ‘hasn’t she?’ each night she comes home… Why is it so appealing? Maybe because it’s so morally wrong it becomes a turn-on to some… The sexual mind mystifys me sometimes.

Anyway on to the post of the day and one such women Amelia writes a blog on her infidelities, thoughts, observations and her life as a cheating wife.


I love my hubby dearly… but I still see other men… this NOT a place for evangelists against cheating… this is for others, women and men like myself who are sometimes a little perplexed that society says you can have either one or the other.

A few years back I went through a periods of dating a lot more indiscriminately than I do now. I felt pretty invulnerable and my job at the time ensured that I was away on business fairly often. Hotels are interesting places, something like a place between the real worlds people come from. You know you will leave this place and everything that was done will be recycled like the bed linen. Men are much more confident and a woman traveling alone is, well, not short for attention. You still can’t forget there’s a world out there though, so there is some degree of skill required in pulling of a one night stand. I might not have followed all the tips I give but this is what I learned:
a) Single men are generally a NO. They are not taking the same risks as you, period.

b) Joining a group of men at a hotel for drinks. Generally its not a good idea. If they are friends they will talk about it. Even if they are not the chances are it will be pretty obvious to the group. The more people involved the greater the risk and the chances are you will forget their faces but imagine how dangerous it could be if they saw you again in public. It is possible to mingle with a group but you have to keep things discreet. The right type of man is essential.
c) The right type of man. There are two safe types in my opinion. Firstly the serial cheater, he is older and not as blatant as amateur potential suitors. He’s usually a senior person in a company. He’s done this a lot and he knows the rules. Second is the man who is the exact opposite. He is not going to tell anyone and is as fearful that he might be caught. The men between these extremes are dangerous, they don’t hold enough value in their marriages to be careful enough and they are not experienced enough to play in the same league as the serial cheater.
d) Don’t be silly and carry identifying stuff around. You’d be surprised how easy it is to forget a conference badge. My advice is to make a clear separation between work and play. Go back to your room, freshen up and leave work behind.
e) Foreigners can be the ideal. On the positive side, if they are regular travelers, they are even more experienced. They will be leaving your country! And often they don’t have a group of friends tagging along. On the downside be careful for abusive men. I’ll expand on this further. The reason I stopped, and very quickly, having one night stands was because of one bad incident. Remember I said I felt invulnerable, well that’s a lie and you need to be aware of it. You are not invulnerable, in fact you are a lot more vulnerable than a single woman. My escapades ended when a man got abusive with me. I met him the first night I was away on business and went to his hotel. He was great, the experienced serial cheater. Night two was wonderful as well. On the third and last night he became rougher. His real self came out and he told me he knew I couldn’t tell anyone. He was right! Please be careful of this.
f) His room or yours? I’m still of the belief that going to his room is better.
g) Stay the night? It’s totally dependent on if you can and it feels right. It can mean that you have to get up extra early, but you know what, good morning sex can get rid of morning grumpies.

That’s my contribution, nothing based on research, just my opinions. I’d love to get your ideas.

Now the point of this blog was to complete Sometimes …

Sometimes its never as good as it was and then it wasn’t that great to start with. Last year I went on a business trip which meant a night away. Sometime during the day I had too much time on my hands and not willing or up to flirting with someone new, I decided to call a man I’d met a few times about 4 years ago. I’d met him at a conference initially. He’s the second type, very devoted husband and super careful about everything and one of the few men I took to my hotel room. I tracked down his number and still acting out of idleness called him at his work.

He was shocked that I’d called and despite the years that had gone by and that we’d been together a few times, he was still cutely nervous but obviously excited to meet. Obviously.

He wasn’t able to come to me late so I had to skip dinner at my normal time (yes its an issue) and he came to me at about 7pm.

I’d love to say it was an epic fuck but sadly there isn’t much to write about. I guess in my mind I thought it would be better and I probably made the past seem better than it was. Or maybe I’ve changed and even though I understood and even enjoyed the nervousness and clumsiness when we first met, he is simply not the kind of man I could date any more.

Sometimes … we can’t go back


Submitted by: Amelia - My Married Life


February 8, 2010

Savannah tied and used

Hot wife Slut Savannah Diary Update.

I love being a hotwife and a slut but sometimes I just want to be tied up and fucked hard. I fantasy about a big group of guys. They call up and order me to dress up real slutty and get over to their place, getting Hubby to drop me off. Once I’m there they tie me to the bed, gag me before proceeding to fuck my mouth and then take what ever holes they want. I always fantasies that they are calling me a slut and a whore while they are talking about my cunt. They spend hours using me taking turns until they fill every hole up with cum.

They then keep me tied up, put an overcoat on me, take me out and drive me home. I am left outside my house still all messy with their cum drying on and in me, still tied up and smelling like well used slut. My Hubby then gets a text that I’m home.

I love these pics I took, they got me hot getting ready to be fucked by some strangers.





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February 6, 2010

How It All Began

How It All Began - Email from a UK reader of the blog.


I first checked out hotwifeblog.com a year ago after reading an interview with the exquisite Daisy in a couples magazine. During the interview she referred to the site as a good place to go for erotic true stories. Well, she would, wouldn’t she? But, hey! I’m very glad she did.

Given that I am married to a shameless slut who has been cuckolding me for twenty years, it will come as no surprise that I have read the regular submissions to the site with great interest. Many of the scenarios described and feelings expressed are, of course, familiar to me.

As an avid diarist and record keeper, I am able to convey the details of my life as a trollop’s husband with great precision. So here’s some background and a few stat’s.

We have been married for twenty-nine years. Prior to our marriage we had been an item for three years. During those three years and for the first nine years of our marriage she never had sex of any kind with any other man. (Believe me, I would have come to know by now had it been otherwise.) Two years into our marriage I first suggested to my wife that she might enjoy having an extramarital affair. (The thrill of being a cuckold has been my greatest sexual turn-on since some experiences involving a previous girlfriend back in my teens. But more of that later, perhaps.) My wife thought the notion so preposterous that she couldn’t even be said to have been shocked. I revisited the same theme now and again over the ensuing years. At some point, naturally, she came to realise I was serious. Knowing full well that I am pretty unconventional in many respects, she still was not shocked. Nevertheless she remained reluctant. More than reluctant. Immovably opposed to the idea. As a result, my occasional attempts to cajole her were scarce and, I suppose, resignedly half-hearted. Then, seven years into this fitful and unpromising campaign, I had a piece of luck.

My wife became very friendly with one of her work colleagues, a girl some few years younger than us. The young lady was quite ambitious and thought herself to be in a dead-end job. I happened to have an executive vacancy in my company which seemed to suit her and for which she was suited. I interviewed her and took her on. She turned out to be quite a gem and soon became a valuable deputy of mine. We also became very close friends. We never had a sexual relationship but we were very open with one another on a personal level and she was fascinated by my frustrated desires regarding my wife’s promiscuity - or, rather, the lack of it. The two women continued to be good friends but the three of us very rarely met up all together. These were two quite separate relationships. And there was no hidden agenda in that. It’s simply that one, albeit very close, was very much work-based, while the other, although originally work-based, was now entirely social.

One day, in the office, during one of our occasional conversations regarding my cherished fantasy, our mutual friend decided to ’spill some beans’. She had hinted to me on previous occasions that maybe my wife was not as rigorously faithful as I believed her to be. But this opinion was always voiced in such a way as to suggest an intuition, rather than anything she actually knew for certain. Now she chose to give me some proof. A few days earlier the two of them had been out on the town and evidently ended up ‘well-oiled’. Tongue loosened by the booze, no doubt, my wife had confessed to some events which had occurred a few weeks earlier on another boozy evening when she and a few of her colleagues had hit a wine-bar after work and it had turned into a lengthy session.

I knew exactly the evening that she was referring to and remembered it, from my point of view, quite well. My wife had been given a lift home by one of her bosses, a hunky, bespectacled New Yorker in the ‘Clark Kent’ mould - highly intelligent, very successful in business, very confident and a thoroughly personable guy whom I had met briefly once or twice before. She had invited him in for a coffee. It was about midnight and I was on the verge of going to bed but stayed up to have a coffee with them. We had chatted about nothing much in particular for about half an hour and then he went on his way. Now, here’s the bit of which I had had not the slightest inkling at the time and which I now learned from my informant.

Apparently, he had pulled his car in a little way up the road a good half an hour before they had come into the house. During that time they had been stuck into a long and full-on snogging session. What’s more, she had made no bones about telling our girl friend that, if I had not been at home, she would probably have brought him into the house and gone all the way.

Those of you who visit this site will know exactly how I felt upon receipt of that information.

It would be overly scrupulous to take the view that our friend was betraying my wife’s confidence in revealing these details. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew enough to be absolutely certain that she was doing both of us a favour with what she had told me.

Needless to say, I instantly ramped up my persuasive campaign and prodded away at the issue with renewed zeal, extolling the potential virtues of extramarital adventurism at any appropriate moment. Whilst she still did not exactly embrace the idea wholeheartedly, I now found her responses to the topic to be more pliant than before. It might be that, with my newly acquired knowledge of her capacity to be seduced, I was now interpreting those responses in a different light. But I don’t think so. It’s more likely that her attitude to the possibilities had shifted, maybe as a result of that very experience with the boss - however tame and inconclusive it may have been. One way or another, if I suggested that a night of passion with another man could be fun, instead of saying something like: “Oh, don’t be silly!”, she was now coming back with comments along the lines of: “I suppose it could!”

Encouraging, but still noncommittal. And before long I came to realise why. Now that I was pushing the case harder and more often, I was receiving a wider variety of objections. Eventually I think I was given the real one. Without stating it in so many words, she made me aware that her main fear involved the possibility of one specific repercussion: that if she were to play around, I might feel I had carte blanche to do the same.

My wife is and always has been a head-turningly beautiful woman. I found it quite absurd that she should ‘fear the competition’. But I sensed I was on the verge of success in this campaign and I chose to take a calculated gamble. Six years previously I had engaged in a clandestine affair with a woman whom I had met through business. And I elected to confess the matter to my wife at this precipitous stage of the game. The affair had been very hot and, indeed, very intense and I was lucky to have remained undetected. But, after three months, it fizzled out pretty well as rapidly as it had ignited. You may think that my confession, six years on, was a high risk strategy. But I was confident that she would consider our relationship as being too strong to be threatened by an event so far back in the past. And, of course, I knew that her own recent inclinations in a similar situation would have to play a part in her thinking, even if she chose not to confess them.

It turned out that she had never had the slightest suspicion of my brief infidelity. She pretended to be shocked and hurt, but she wasn’t very convincing. Without question there was a new light in her eye. It is clear that she was also perfectly ready to accept my assurance that I had never strayed on any other occasion, before or since. (Which is only fair, because it is perfectly true.) This had the desired effect of bolstering her confidence rather than shaking it. She wasn’t out for a ‘revenge fuck’ exactly. That wouldn’t stack up, given that she knew it was precisely what I wanted. It was more of a case of ‘what’s good for the goose. . . .’

Only a week or so later she went out with a girlfriend to a nightclub. They both pulled. And they both got laid. That’s how the last twenty years of our marriage kicked off. And the game gathered pace very quickly.

Here are the stat’s. During the course of those twenty years I have had sex with seven women other than my wife (two of them at swingers’ parties, four of them as a result of at-home wife-swapping evenings with other couples and one ‘visiting massage’ which my wife kindly bought me for my birthday a few years back). Over the same period of time my wife has fucked one hundred and fifteen different guys. Some of them regular, long-term lovers, others one-night stands. And that doesn’t include the four clients whom she serviced whilst working as an escort for a couple of months. (We didn’t need the money. It was just for the fun of it.) If you add those, and the six boys with whom she had sexual relationships before we met, plus me, that gives her a grand total of 126 men inside her. So far.

We are now just into our fifties and my wife’s enthusiasm for cock and insistence on variety show no signs of abating.

I have many diary entries in which comprehensive details of my wife’s activities are recorded and, should there be some interest from other visitors to the site, I would be happy to share these with the hotwife community. Such as the time when, after she’d picked up some bloke in a bar and brought him home, I peered round the edge of the door to my study to see them just inside our bedroom doorway at the other end of the landing, french kissing, her skirt hitched up, his hands all over her arse and her blouse completely undone, indicating that he’d already been at her fabulous tits. Or the time when we’d had a friend of ours over to dinner and I brought some after-dinner drinks into the living room to find her whispering and giggling into his ear on the sofa, eventually looking at me through eyes already misting over with lust and saying: “Sorry! We’re leaving you!”, before whisking him off upstairs for the night. Or the time when, by prior arrangement, three fit Greek lads burst through the front door, tied me to a chair, tore my wife’s dress and knickers to shreds and proceeded to do her in all holes, eventually finishing her off with a torrential bukkake. Or the time when. . . but I’m running ahead of myself. Let me know what you think.

Submitted by: Hornwearer - Herts, UK


February 4, 2010

Jinxypie fucks a member

Another lucky member gets to grips with the delicious married slut Jinxypie. I have watched many of her movies and I just love the way this horny wife really involves herself with her Bull. She gives herself to him and the passion just oozes out of the screen when you look at her fucking.

Please keep sending your pictures Jinxypie, you light up this blog every time you appear… Stay slutty..







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January 31, 2010

Oasis Slumber Party

Hotwife Oasis diary update.


Have you guys ever heard of “Slumber Parties”? They’re kind of like Tupperware parties except that instead of storage containers the hostess is selling lingerie and sex toys. I went to a party one of my girlfriend’s had, and I had so much fun that I signed up to host one of my own! You can invite just the girls or you can invite couples, and of course I invited couples.

The Slumber Party rep got to my house a couple hours before the party was due to start, and she brought all her equipment with her. Toys, lubes, lingerie, even a sex swing. She set up her wares in the livingroom as I was putting the finishing touches on the appetizers and liquor I was going to serve. When the guests had all arrived (I invited six couples) she started her little spiel (they have kind of a script that they need to follow) and started showing everyone her samples. She had some really nice toys - and even though at first there was a lot of giggling, as the show went on everyone got more serious about examining the samples and looking through the lingerie that she’d brought.

She was selling a black latex corset that looked really sexy on the rack, so I tried it on and I just loved it. I put on a pair of thigh-highs and strappy sandals with it, and showed it off to all the guests. It didn’t come with any panties, so I was walking around with my pussy out for everyone to see :) I’d already decided to buy the corset, so I just kept it on. I threw on a robe and hung out with my guests, browsing through catalogs and the samples the rep had brought with her. One of the guys had been flirting with me the entire party, and he asked me about one of the lubes that was supposed to “heat up” during friction. When I attempted to explain it to him, he said that he should really try it out before purchasing it. He was a good looking black guy, and he’d come as the date of one of my good girlfriends. I knew she wouldn’t mind if I helped him test out the lube!

I’m pretty sure that I shocked the skirt off of the rep when I asked her if we could move some of her samples out of the way because I wanted to demonstrate how one of the lubes worked! I pulled my brand new boy-toy’s package out of his pants and got it nice and hard for me. Then I squirted on some of the lube and rode his shaft ’til my quads gave out. It sure was nice and warm - not really sure if it was the lube or the technique, but my clitty was definitely all atingle! I then laid back down on the couch, told my guy to get himself into position and then to fuck the bejeesus out of me and we’d see just how much friction the lube could withstand! And here’s a testimonial the rep can use at future parties - the lube lasted longer than my guy did!! He pulled out and squirted a nice thick load all over my face.

Each of my six couples bought a bottle of lube that day … and hubby liked it too when slathered it all over his cock after he got home from work that night :)



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January 29, 2010

Wifes first black lover

Wife’s first Black Lover

17 years of not being naughty was broken with my wife’s first black man. I work as a photographer and this particular guy had modeled for me a couple of times.

“I still want to Model with that wife of yours if she is ever up for it.” He said after one session. He’d seen a picture of her in my studio.

A few weeks later he e-mailed me again suggesting that he would love to pose with my wife and that he thought she was a doll. That he preferred larger women over small petite ones! My mind started working, and I came up with the only idea I thought might work. She loves to watch male strippers, and we comment every time we see a performance, “Why don’t they take off the “G” string. Women get completely naked when they dance. Women really do want to see it all and they rarely get to see it.

So I emailed back and suggested that he should him pretend to be a client looking for promotional photos as a male stripper. I would then say to my wife that I had this enquiry at work to shoot a male dancer and would ask her if she knew of anyone that could help out by appearing in the foreground like a customer as he danced. She suggested herself of course, she went for it and a date was set up.

I chatted with him over email some more and we fretted over things we could do during his performance to loosen her up, get her wild and crazy and let her self go for sex with another man. It had been 17 years since her last experience. I told him about her turn on’s and how sensitive her neck were to kissing, and that she would get turned on really fast if he could loosen her up enough to get in some kissing. And especially deep French kissing.

The day came and all seemed to be going to plan. They met and got on really well. I put on some music to go with the shoot. She loves to dance, and they started dancing together almost immediately before I was ready to take the pictures. I posed a few situations, they got closer and before I knew it they were touching and kissing. My last posing situation was her facing him (he was naked at this point) with his hands on her ass. I said that’s a wrap and he then picked her up and laid her on the couch in the studio and began administering first aid, (looked like CPR except he didn’t come up for air lol).

After some more kissing and fumbling with her clothes. He mounted her missionary style and his big fellow entered her promised land, which no black man has ever entered, and no other fellow has been given comfort for many years. She seemed very pleased with his performance as she gasped for air while moaning with pleasure and making lustful facial expressions. He exited and gave her first aid again, they re-entered for a while. I watched in amazement. Then she sat on top of him where they sat for a while resting they he reentered her again and they started to fuck again. She was moaning about him going deeper and his thrusts got more frenzied. I then heard him gasp as he filled her with his ecstasy and I was able to capture his dripping exit and her flower dripping with his cream.

It was a fun experience for her, he thanked me and I let him know that he was welcome anytime to take her with or without me being present, as often as she would let him.

It didn’t take long for him to take me up on that offer. He invited my wife to his home one evening by herself. She was gone for hours and when she returned home with a big smile on her face, it was exciting for me to know that my wife had been naughty with another man, and her vulva and vagina was probably still wet. I saw some light bite marks on her neck and my penis was instantly hard. I was so happy and it reminded me that the good old days of 17 years before had returned.

She would always go dancing with a girlfriend and come home after the dance club closed. Sometimes 2 or 3 hours after it closed. I would be sleeping lightly and open one eye occasionally to see what time it was. My penis would be hard if she was not home at 2:15 am as I knew she had most likely met a man she liked, and was probably in heated foreplay. When I used to hear the back door open I would pretend to be asleep when she crawled into bed. She would lean over and say “I’ve been a good girl.” Then proceed to tell me about her lustful affair. I could smell the man on her body and loved to kiss and give oral praise to her as she told me about her heated adventure. By the time she finished recounting the hot sex with her last lover my penis was ready for action and I would enter her vagina. I loved the feeling inside her. She felt different, after sex with another man. I loved the way she felt, and the way she smelled. In our 37 years of marriage she has had 39 different lovers. Some friendships lasting more that 10 years.

Thanks for reading about us. We live in Portland Oregon e-mail fantasystudies@aol.com

Eugene's Wife

Submitted by: Eugene - Portland, Oregon

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