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June 20, 2012

Meet Deauxma

Another wonderful Hotwife to say hello to today. Deauxma from San Antonio, Texas is a 32G horny brunette MILF that is in the prime of her sex life right now. Her name is pronounced like “Doe-Mae”, but she prefers the use of her name as “Do Me!” hehe. She has been on the scene for sometime but has certainly stayed under the radar as far as Hotwife Blog is concerned. But not any more!

Her performances recently even got noticed by the mainstream porn industry where she was nominated for Milf of the Year at this years AVN’s. Looking at her videos on her site I think we’re in for some nice updates over the next few months. Great to meet you Deauxma.

Deauxma

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June 18, 2012

In the private room

A blog diary update from Hotwife Modesty Ablaze from London. And guys she’s on Hotwife Hub too - Profile Here

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I hadn’t really been looking forward to visiting the club last Friday. It had been a busy week (well, busy two weeks actually! LOL), and I told Hubby I was feeling tired and not really in the mood. But he was insistent, and said he’d been thinking about it all week and that we could have a long lie-in bed in the morning. So…

We ate out at one of our favourite restaurants nearby, and arrived at the club just after 11 p.m. It was already busy at the bar, and even as I undressed in the cloakroom, from my top-layers of the coat and dress I’d worn for our meal, I still didn’t feel excited or motivated. I’d worn one of my tiny black lace see-through baby dolls and skimpy g-string, and I could tell as I walked back to the bar that at least Hubby certainly approved and excited.

We spent the next hour chatting to several different couples and were then joined by a single guy whom we had spoken with on a couple of our previous visits. He was quite cheeky and fun to talk with and kept suggesting I go with him into the main room to see “if anything interesting was happening”. Eventually, after an hour of his insistence (and after we’d finished our wine), I gave in and he took my hand and led me off down the corridor. I glanced back to see Hubby smiling and then getting down off his stool to follow us. The crowd around the bar had thinned quite considerably over the past 30 minutes or so and we could now see where they had all disappeared to. Two women were entertaining a number of men on the large low bed in the corner of the main Play Room. Scattered around the edges of the room a number of other couples, and singles, were standing or sitting in various stages of activity. My new companion and I stood just inside the doorway, his arm curled around my back and then stroking me over my bum cheeks. His other hand reached round to start gently pinching at my nipples and then down over my tummy and up and inside my g-string. We were suddenly joined by a blonde woman standing to the left of us who began kissing my neck and shoulders. I glanced over to our right and could see Hubby standing by the other corner smiling across at us. The blonde woman was becoming bolder now, much bolder, as she eased the straps of my top down over my shoulders to bare both my breasts. I felt her breath on my nipples and then her lips sucking from one to the other while my male companions fingers began sliding deliciously in and out of my cunt. All around us I could hear the sounds of sex and realised my own moans were contributing to those of the others nearby. I could feel hands all over me now, running down over my back and sliding in between my bum cheeks from behind me as well. I glanced over my shoulder again. There was now another, younger man, standing behind me and working his hands between my legs and yet another guy shuffling behind him reaching over and trying to join in. They were all squeezing against me now and I could sense that both of these new arrivals had their trousers open, or down, as I felt bare cocks rubbing against my bum cheeks and thigh. I felt myself swooning and my groans getting louder. I closed my eyes tightly and rocked my head backwards as a wave of excitement tingled through me. This couldn’t be me, I couldn’t possibly be doing this, squeezed up against a wall with hands roaming and caressing all over me, fingers pushing inside me, and the lovely sensation of my nipples being gently licked and sucked. I was groaning louder, I knew I was, I could hear my own moans above the other noises around me and I could feel, and hear, the hot breath of the men behind and to the side of me. And, the muffled moans of my blonde lady who, from her rhythmic pushing and rocking against me was now obviously right in front of me. I opened my eyes and could see she was being fucked from behind by an attractive tall guy I’d seen standing at the bar earlier. She pulled her lips away from my breasts and instead slipped both her hands down to hold my hips for support as the pounding from behind her got more frantic. I looked up and around, Hubby had moved right up to be standing with the group of us, obviously wanting a better view of everything that was happening to me. I rolled my eyes and lifted my hands up in a motion partly to say I couldn’t control all the hands and bodies rubbing against me and partly in a motion of surrender to everything that was happening. He knew I was enjoying it, it was up to him to intervene, or join-in, if he wanted.

But it was actually my initial companion that acted first. He’d obviously been getting annoyed at being joined by all the others. He kissed into my ear, telling me forcibly “I want to fuck you on my own!” He pulled his fingers away from me and took me by the hand to lead me back down the corridor towards the Private Room. I looked back over my shoulder, Hubby was following and so were the two others! As we walked I could feel my wetness squelching, I was so aroused by what had just been happening to me that my pussy was dribbling with each step. We reached the door and my companion moved to pull me in. I turned back to Hubby who was right behind us, and put my free hand up on his chest. I kissed his cheek and whispered “he wants to fuck me on his own. I really just need to be fucked right now. I so need it. You can watch through the peep holes in the door. You’ll like that won’t you?” I realised even as I was saying it, that it was a command rather than a question.

My companion pulled me into the room and slammed the door behind us, sliding the bolt into the lock. I shuffled back onto the bed as he stood with his back to the door pulling his clothes off. I lifted my chemise up over my head and threw it onto the cushions behind us and then lifted my hips as he reached forward and pulled my g-string off me. As he stood unbuckling my shoes his erect cock wobbled before me. I wanted to reach out and stroke it but he immediately rolled a condom down over it and then knelt onto the bed beside me. He opened my legs immediately and as he leant forward against me he just seemed to glide into me. No foreplay, no words or compliments he was just suddenly stroking into me. I suppose he assumed I’d had all the foreplay I needed being groped up against the wall by all those hands and fingers. I threw back my head and gasped out loudly as he thrust again and pushed me further back onto the bed. I knew the one-way window into the main play room was right behind our heads and that there was probably already a crowd of viewers looking in on us. I wondered for a moment if Hubby had moved round to there, or was he perhaps still standing at the door looking in through the peep-holes. I hoped, for an instant, that he was still at the door and that at least he may be able to hear my groans . . . as well as see my new companion thrusting into me. But those thoughts lasted for only an instant before I felt myself rushing away into that private zone where there is just me being thrust and pounded back against the bed, just me and my new companion, both of us grunting and groaning (and mainly me squealing and shouting apparently, according to Hubby later).

I knew I was lifting my legs straight up into the air on either side of his hips. I knew I was pulling and hugging my arms around his back and shouting encouragement into his shoulder as he stroked back and forth into me. “Fucking hell, fuck me, fuck me. I need it, I fucking love it”. I was feeling rampant and gasping out with each pumping thrust. I wanted to come, I needed to come, needed it so badly. He slowed and reached up to hold my ankles. I thrust myself up against him to quicken his thrusts again. I was so close, so close and I didn’t want him to stop. I felt him thrusting again and heard him gasping out, he was coming too. I dropped my legs down behind his back, pulling him into me and humping against him. I felt myself coming and screamed out with the rush, pulling myself up with my arms cradled around his shoulders for a moment and then falling backwards onto the bed, throwing my arms out to each side and twisting and shaking as the waves rolled over me. As he pulled out, I jerked and shuddered and rolled over onto my side, pulling my knees up into my foetal position of complete release and relaxation.

After a few minutes of being completely oblivious to everything else, I could feel him moving around on the bed. He cuddled into me and said “Fantastic. You really are fantastic”. I was suddenly coming-to now and realising that there must have been lots of pairs of eyes looking in at us, from both ends of the room. My exhibitionistic wantonness suddenly replaced with that self-conscious nervousness. I was completely naked and exposed and I must have been behaving like a brazen, and out-of-control, slut.

He was already getting dressed. I shuffled around retrieving my chemise from the tangle of cushions, consciously not looking up into the mirror window even though I knew I couldn’t see anything but my own reflection, but knowing that anybody could be looking in on us and would have seen everything. My companion handed me my g-string, and waited whilst I sat on the end of the bed and buckled-up my shoes. We kissed briefly again as I stood and then he turned to unlock the door.

Hubby was sitting at the bar when we emerged. I could tell he was annoyed. “Are you cross?” I asked as I kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand. “Were you able to watch us?” He nodded and said, “I watched, but would rather have been inside with you. Anyway, it’s late, shall we make a move?”

I knew he was cross and disappointed. But I’d just been unable to say no, unable to control those sudden new emotions that had overwhelmed me as I’d been fingered and caressed and licked and sucked against that wall. I knew Hubby was cross, I knew he was disappointed. BUT he got his reward the next morning!

Modesty Ablaze

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June 16, 2012

Serena’s Family weekend

Hotwife Serena Biscotti has been in touch, great to get an update from this horny wife. Hope this is the first of some regular updates.
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It was the second night in a row that my family was in town and staying at my house. We had all gone out last night and when we got home my kinky side kicked in and Hubby and I ended up calling up a guy I know and sneaking him into our bedroom for some naughty hot sex! When he finally got here around 1:00am, he found me snuggled up in bed wearing leopard print cotton panties and little white, lacey school girl ankle socks. Now he well knows my kinky out of control foot fetish and he knows that me wearing little school girl socks means one thing. I’m in need of seeing them over someone’s shoulders! It was a visual clue he did not miss because he started on me with kinky foot play! By 2:00am being as quiet as possible, I would have his fingers , my panties, his hard cock and even a big rubber sex toy stuffed inside of my warm, wet pussy! And I would have my mouth full of cock and my face covered in cum! You just have to love a nice evening at home with family… lol!

Kisses,
Serena

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June 14, 2012

My Shy Wife

Cuckold Place Update

The long road - wife starting again.

This is a story that covers twelve years, so it’s a bit long. It started twelve years ago when my wife was angry at me for cheating on her. After that, she began to tell me every time a guy made a pass at her or flirted, and the times she flirted back. She wanted to make me jealous, and she did. It also turned me on.

I was chatting with a guy in one of the yahoo chat rooms about our wives, and he mentioned a few websites like this one. From that point, I knew what I was thinking about, how it turned me on, and how I was not alone. The more I read, the more I wanted it. I started joking with my wife about her trying someone else. She is from a conservative ethnic background (Indian) and said I was the only one, although I have my doubts based on some things she said about her past. Like a lot of wives, she said I was sick, no way, how could I ask that?

I kept on it from time to time. The first thing was to get her to go into a dance club separate from me. I would watch at a distance while guys would hit on her and she would dance with them. It was very exciting, especially when she would laugh at the guy’s jokes and he would touch her on the arm, dance slow with her. She knew what I wanted and sometimes would play along in bed or elsewhere, but nothing more. This went on for five years.

Then I got a job that required extensive business travel. I would be away for weeks at a time. A lot of our sex life was by email, phone, video skype and instant messenger. I encouraged her to flirt back more when guys hit on her. She would send me pictures of how she was dressed at work, and I encouraged her to dress sexy and flaunt it. I told her to go out clubbing with her female co-workers, and finally she did. It was then that she got snagged. She said that she and her girlfriend met a couple of guys, who were also business travelers. She said the guy who went after her looked like Russell Crowe. He was in and out of town, perfect. After a month or so, he called, they had a dinner date, but she says they didn’t fuck.

A couple months later, I was home and we had a fight. She got dressed up and went out - at noontime. About nine hours later she came home and told me “I didn’t know it could be like that.” I grabbed her in the bedroom, hard, and fucked her. She was slippery wet, but I regret not smelling her then.

It was on after that. She would meet him when I was out of town, going to his hotel. He made special trips from where he lived, 250 miles away. She wrote me emails the next day. This is one of them:

“It was around 5:30pm when the phone rang. I picked up the phone and someone said, “are you ready for me?” It was P telling me that he decided to try his luck and just fly over and surprise me. I couldn’t say no, not after him taking all the trouble of coming here, right my slave? !

So, I had to get dressed and go meet him, with a heavy heart, LOL!!!! I didn’t know what to wear but then thought, why care, you won’t be in it for long anyways. So I decided to wear my new long, brown dress that clung to my body. It looked really sexy and made me look slim. The curves were flattering, I thought, just enough to get him going, lol. I spray my clinique this time, my trade mark and left for the hotel. As usual he was there to meet me and excited like a little boy. I am always surprised to see him so happy, no one has shown me how happy they were to see me the way he has. It is very touching and I love it. P has a way to make me feel so loved and wanted.

He had already reserved a table and ordered a glass of merlot for me and him. I had told him that I was craving a nice juicy steak and he didn’t forget. The dinner was nice and he gave me a bouquet of roses, red roses (I thought, how am I going to take these home without the kids asking me where I got them. I had to think quickly what I would say if they asked or saw them). But P’s lips on my cheek took the worry away. He had leaned over to plant a kiss on my cheek and smell my hair as he moved his face away. He does things like this all the time that I find so touching and sweet.

After dinner, we had a dessert this time and a Grand Marnier. P was just so attentive and he gave me looks of a person so totally in love and like a child whose favorite toy is going to be taken away !!! I felt so bad for him and decided to give him a good time. I knew how he loves my BJs so I thought as soon as got to the room, I’d start with it.

In the elevator he grabbed me in his arms and began to kiss me long, juices kisses while his hand moving on my back down to my ass and stopped there rubbing it. He was having fun with it as it looked protruded and inviting. All the time he kept saying “Aaah, you feel so good, you smell so good. I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

We got to the room and right away, he pulled down the zipper and his grabbed my boobs and began to kiss them. He unhooked the bra and held them in his hands just enjoying them repeating, “Oh, they are so beautiful, just perfect, perfect! I love you, honey” He took his time licking and sucking my tits. He just didn’t seem to have enough. Finally, his tongue began to move down my belly, taking his time to stimulate every nerve there before moving down to my clitoris. The man has stamina! I grabbed his zipper and out fell his big, thick instrument, hot and hard. I held it and squeezed it gently, my hand moving up and down toward the stem. Boy, it is thick and big, I thought! I bet there are guys there who have big ones like him and maybe even bigger or thicker!

I tried to move him toward the bed so I could also go down on him. He complied. We were now naked, lying on the bed and kissing, sucking and licking each other. I was soaking wet, so turned on that I felt little orgasms throughout but trying hard not to come until he did. I prefer having him in me when he comes. So we continued. Then he raised his head and began licking the insides of my thighs, moving down to the knees, behind them and all this time his hand touching and still stimulating my clitoris. I couldn’t hold off and came. Wow, what a relief. Good, he said, I want you to come often and enjoy yourself. After coming, I grabbed some tissue to wipe all those fluids but he said, leave that there, it is a good lubricant for me. LOL. I thought, of course it is since he is so big. How thoughtful.

He continued licking my thighs, up my navel to my tits again since he knows how sensitive I was and he wanted me to be ready now for his big d..k. I just couldn’t believe that he can be so patient. But I guess I shouldn’t have allowed such a thought because no sooner had it crossed my mind, he was ready for me. He lifted himself up and I spread my legs to welcome him into me. Ooooooooh, what an entry. He filled me up so quickly, spreading the insides of me, I thought. He was hot. Moving in slowing and out, taking his time and moaning and groaning, saying how good I felt. It seemed to go on forever. I thought I was going to explode after 20 minutes. Suddenly he said, “Oh, I am coming baby, come with me.” He didn’t have to ask. We both exploded!!! What a workout. He fell off me and lay on his back beside me saying how wonderful he felt. “You are the best, you know exactly what to do to make me feel good. I liked to hear that he enjoyed me and my company. We lay there for a long time quietly.

Then we got up to wash and I came back and started to belly dance for him, jokingly of course. He was thrilled. I moved slowly toward him, flirtingly and he opened his arms to grab me. Then we started again. Use your imagination baby, it is just the same stuff. Then i had to leave as it was getting very late.”

She changed - became less inhibited, especially became an enthusiastic cocksucker, which she had never been.

After about four years, she broke up with him when he said he was getting married. She was hurt, I know, and I recognized the danger in this kind of thing.

I tried to get her to play some when we were away on a trip together recently, but it didn’t happen.

But we’ve been having some renovations done, and I’ve been away the last few weeks. She confessed to admiring one of the workmen, a guy who she said obviously was attracted to her and the same age, 40s. She said he was really strong and in good shape.

We need some more work done, and I joked that she could get it done for free. She wrote back and said

LOL, I DIDN’T THINK OF THAT, HA, HA. MAYBE I WILL!!!!!!! Let me call him asap. i am sooooooo horny!

Then when I told her to go for it, get a discount, she wrote:

oh yes, that i know i can. he really likes me!!! i’ll give him a call, LOL!!!!!!!

Now she’s called and left a message, for him. She says he will probably be in a pub tonight, I told her to meet him if he called back.

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June 12, 2012

Leslies After Glow

We’re back with some amazing hot pictures from our 4th placed top hotwife. The very sexy and gorgeous Leslie Croft. She recently posted these pictures of a recent encounter on Hotwife Hub. Her profile can be found here. Very much like Rebecca’s recently posted pics of the lead up to sex, I love these pictures as they show the intimacy and after glow of the sex session with her Bull. Laying together in the aftermath of passion. Pussy, wet, red and well used. Thanks for sharing Leslie, we love you!

Leslie

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June 10, 2012

My young wife

My Young Wife Kara – How It Started

As I have stated in previous posts, my ex-wife and I have shared a good number of swinging experiences during our nearly six years together, mostly her playing with other guys, and sometimes I would get to watch and occasionally we would bring a guy in for a MFM. Kara was young, at just 18 years old when we met, and she was a little hottie. She stood 5’-5” tall and weighed 120lbs, with long, dark hair and green eyes. She had (and still has) a beautiful face, tits and ass, and a tight and wet pussy to die for. My work moved me around the country quite a bit, twice a year sometimes, so it made it easier to play and run. She would usually end up playing with one guy in each place we lived, sometimes two. She enjoyed all kinds of men, regardless of whether or not there was any physical attraction. Young and old, black and white, fat or skinny. It didn’t matter. If she was attracted to a guy, for whatever reason, there was a good chance he might get in her panties.

When I first met Kara, in the late 90’s, she had just turned 18, and I was 24. She acted a bit older than most girls her age, and sparks flew from the moment we met. A year or so prior to meeting Kara, I had found a site on the internet that peaked my interest in wife-sharing. The site was called Bianca’s Hot Wife forum or something like that. When I started to read about the lifestyle, I couldn’t believe so many people were into it. Most of my life, I had always been somewhat of a jealous and possessive person, but after reading hundreds of posts and stories, I was incredibly turned on and wanted to experience what these folks were doing. It was like a switch flipped in my head. I was on a mission, and every one I dated from then on was evaluated based on their potential to willingly play with other men as a part of our relationship. I dated more than a half-dozen women in the year prior to meeting Kara, only to find none of them would fulfill my desires.

Kara was different. She talked openly and freely about sex and her sexual past (however short it may have been). Within a few weeks I had learned that she lost her virginity at 15 to a guy she knew for a short time, and they never dated after. She had three boyfriends prior to meeting me, the last one for almost two years, and he had a cock that was not quite as thick as mine, but far longer (over 10”). This dude was almost double my 6”. It made me feel a little inadequate for several months, but I eventually got over it.

Kara also told me she had experimented sexually with one if her hot girlfriends, and went as far all nude heavy foreplay while fingering each other to orgasm. That image has never left my head. She had also engaged in public sex, like fucking her hung boyfriend in a public park while sitting on his lap wearing a dress (slight attempt to be discreet). I almost fainted when she told me that she and her hung boyfriend were out drinking with one of his friends, and after the bar closed they went back to his place. They started having sex right in front of the friend, and they let the friend fondle her tits and ass for almost the entire time. Her boyfriend even said she could do more, but she said she didn’t want to.

At that point, I knew that Kara and I were in for some fun. A good friend of mine owned a large night club about an hour drive from my apartment, and we hung out there almost every weekend, and even some weeknights. It was a good place to play, as we rarely ran into anyone in our “crowd”. We would tone it down if someone we knew really well was there. If we were doing some serious drinking, we would rent a room at the nearby motel. The club was always busy, and typically had a mixed crowd, from grunge and bikers to businessmen in suits. We usually had a private booth in the back lounge area, unless there were real VIPs filling the seats (not often), and there were also sofas and tables arranged for small groups to hang out. It was large, loud, dimly lit and you could get away with a lot of stuff back there. Kara moved to my city, and into my apartment, only a couple of months after we met. It was then I got her to wear very skimpy outfits to the club, usually no bra or panties, a short skirt and low cut or sheer tops. Within weeks she was flashing her tits and pussy to other guys, usually in the club, while trying to appear as though she didn’t know they could see. Watching these guys stare at her then trimmed but hairy snatch was something else.

As the weeks went on, we would enter the club separately, and we would sit at opposite ends of the bar. This way, I watched her flirt, and often dance with the guys that hit on her. She would almost never stop them from copping a feel of her boob or butt while dancing, and a lucky few even got to do some kissing. We played these flashing and flirting games for a couple of months and I asked her if she would go further with a guy if she liked him. She said she would, but she would not fuck anyone else. Although I was pleased with the answer, I was slightly bummed out that she put a limit on it.

It took several weeks until the right scenario played itself out. We went in separately like we often did, and took seats at opposite sides of the bar, so we had an unobstructed view of each other and I could see the dance floor perfectly. Kara was dressed in a short skirt, thong, halter top with no bra and heels. A well-dressed guy who was older than me came in and sat next to Kara. He engaged her in conversation and started to buy her drinks. It appeared they got along great and eventually they ended up dancing. After several cocktails and a few times hitting the dance floor, Kara signaled me to meet at the bathrooms. She said her new friend, William (he said he was 34, but I bet he was at least 40) wanted her to sit with him in the lounge area. I asked her if she was attracted to him, and she said yes, so I told her to go for it and see what happens.

Kara went into the ladies room while I headed back to the bar, eventually making my way up to the lounge area. I sat in the corner near the dart boards, and started chatting with some guys playing darts. I soon joined in the game, which was probably not the best thing to do. Kara and William were about thirty feet away in the middle of the room, and they were on a sofa facing me, seemingly having a nice conversation. It was fairly dim lighting over there, and she could see me much easier than I could see them. Kara tried her hardest not to keep looking at me, and I was trying to keep my eye on them and still shoot some good darts. It didn’t take William long to lean in for the kiss, and Kara responded with some enthusiasm. I was hard as hell, which made concentrating on shooting darts a little difficult.

Kara and William stayed in the lounge for about an hour and a half, and I was treated to quite a show. I had no problem seeing that Kara’s nipples got hard pretty quick, and it wasn’t the least bit cold in the club. William was a hands-on guy, and for the first time, I got to clearly see a stranger passionately make out with my girl, grope and fondle her tits (over her top, but the material was very thin), and rub her thong covered pussy under her skirt. They made somewhat of an attempt to be discreet, but I wasn’t the only one watching. This kind of thing did happen in the lounge, and nobody ever really had an issue with it. William wasn’t too happy when he found out that Kara was living with someone, as he wanted her to go to his hotel with him. She politely declined his invitation, and William must have left a little confused. She told me she had fun, but was not ready to go any further. We fucked like rabbits that night, and for the next few nights if my memory serves.

Over the next several months, I got to see my future ex-wife make out with strangers on several occasions, give a guy a handjob in one of the lounge booths, make out with and then disappear outside the club to stroke off a guy in the parking lot (she said she didn’t suck his dick), and watch her blow a guy (she swallowed it all) in the back of his car with her skirt pulled up, her bare ass filling the side window, and the guys fingers playing with her pussy and a**h***.

She also blew a full-fledged older hippie guy (think Tommy Chong of Cheech and Chong) with a pretty big dick, whom we met while camping at a weekend-long outdoor concert. I watched from nearby and a few others did too. The guy ended up stroking himself to completion, leaving a sizable load mostly on her face. I want to say the guy was at least fifty years old, but that weekend is a little hazy. Let’s just say we were pretty messed up before, during and after the concert.

Shortly after that concert, my work moved me pretty far away. Kara went home first, and then joined me a couple of months later and we got married. Nothing as exciting happened until she went home a few months later, when she fucked her new buddy Darren while I listened on the phone.

Kara

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June 8, 2012

Mandy’s manhunt

Here’s an update from gorgeous blonde Hot wife Mandy Monroe and her recent hunt for new cock.

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I am constantly on the lookout for new hot men to satisfy my sexual tension. My hubby as you know just loves to have me fucking guys all the time so that he can have my fresh fucked and cream pied pussy after. This time hubby put out an ad on Craigslist looking for some hot guys for me to play with. We got 50+ responses. My hubby and I sorted through the responses and found me this hottie married guy. We met Married Guy at a local bar (we always meet first time in a public place to make sure they are not crazies) and from the first sight of him I knew I had to have his cock in my pussy. He was cute and in good shape and great personality. Married Guy loves his wife, but she doesn’t give him sex anymore and so he went looking and found me. I absolutely love these type of men and situations because I love to be able to feel their need for sex. Trust me it is hot and I do literally get to feel their need for sex. So Married Guy knows how to use his tongue and got me nice wet and longing to feel more. When he placed his sex starved cock at my pussy entrance and pushed in I could tell it had been awhile since he had pussy because he almost spurted his sperm in me right there. He was able to get it under control and fucked me good. When he finally did release, he left my pussy dripping his seed for hours. He is a sweetheart and I am willing to be there to satisfy his sexual needs.

Kisses,
Mandy

Mandy Monroe

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Mandy Monroe

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June 6, 2012

Airport Slut

My wife has been working very hard lately and she asked if she could take a little solo vacation to Vegas. She has always wanted to check out some burlesque shows and strip clubs. Yes, I have a pretty awesome wife. Of course, I said “go for it, you deserve a week off.” She left today and below is the text exchange I received from O’Hare airport (she had a 3 hour layover):

Me: You there (O’Hare) yet?
Wife: Busy with my new friend
Me: Oh really? Do tell.
Wife: Military guy I sat on the plane with. He’s in the bathroom. Know any quiet spots in the airport? He’s shipping out.
Me: Hmmm… I don’t know. You might ask a TSA agent.

There was about an hour with no texts. I knew she would be in for a long travel day so I texted:

Me: Be sure to eat something, it is a long flight.
Wife: Oh, I did!
Me: Prove it!

Then my phone rang and she filled in the rest of the story. She told me that they had struck up a nice conversation on the flight into O’Hare. My wife is one of those people that are a magnet for conversation. She is so nice and approachable that men and women alike are drawn to her. Not to mention that she looks ten years younger than her 40 years and has a spectacular figure. She said that the conversation naturally led to relationships. Then they talked about their craziest experiences.

Once they landed in O’Hare they grabbed some coffee and continued to talk. She told him that she had many ‘friends with benefits’ (which is true). She said that he was amazed when she told him that she has offered herself to some men and they were either too scared or crazy to accept her offer to give them a little ‘present’ (as she likes to call it). He just shook his head in disbelief that anyone would turn down such and offer. Well, it was now his turn to face the same question when she came straight out and asked him “would you like a little going away present before you deploy?” She said that he couldn’t say ‘yes’ fast enough.

They continued to walk around the terminal, looking for a quiet little corner, but it was very crowded. They finally made their way down to the very end of the concourse G – the lower level. If you are ever in O’Hare then you should check it out. Again, they were disappointed to find people everywhere, but then they noticed an elevator back up to the main level. They went into the elevator and she said he was on her like a flash. Feeling her breasts through her shirt and moving his hand up and under her skirt, all the while his tongue was exploring her willing mouth. She told me that she reacted by instinct and reached out to grab his rock hard cock through his uniform.

Unfortunately, she said that when she entered the elevator she had actually hit the main floor button, so their ride up one floor was all too short. They just had enough time to straighten themselves as the doors opened to the main floor of the concourse. They continued to walk through the concourse looking for a secluded spot when they happened upon another elevator. She said they looked at each other and just smiled. As they entered the second elevator, he told her not to push any buttons and she obeyed. They had several minutes of making out – hands and tongues exploring everywhere possible. She told me that he reached under her shirt to feel her 34C breasts and under her skirt again to insert a finger, telling her how wet she was and that they needed to find a better spot to play. She readily agreed!

He suggested that they go back to the lower level of G concourse and perhaps the men’s room would be empty. As luck would have it two circumstances were in their favor – a flight had just departed and the bathroom was deserted, so he led her by the hand to the handicap stall at the end. As they entered the stall, she immediately dropped to her knees to release her prize. As she was telling me this on the phone, she suddenly laughed since she didn’t know that Army uniforms were button fly and she said it was a real challenge getting to her prize. He had to give her a hand and to her delight, and surprise, she found that he was not wearing any underwear, so his cock suddenly spilled out right into her open mouth.

As she devoured his cock, he would lift her up from time to time to lift up her shirt and suck on her breasts and insert a finger under her panties. She told me that it was at these times that she was most vulnerable, since he would whisper into her ear “you are so wet, I want to fuck the shit out of you.” She said that she almost gave in but he did not have a condom and she had not planned on getting any condoms until she landed in Vegas. So, she politely told him ‘no’, and being a gentleman he asked if he could cum in her mouth then. Her reply was “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” so she again fell to her knees and took him deep into her mouth until he was ready to explode. She told me that he came a lot and she swallowed every drop – like a good little hotwife.

Our phone conversation came to an end since she was still in a very crowded terminal, but our texting continued:

Me: VERY proud of you!! Did he know you were married?
Wife: I was very bad and no I didn’t want to go there.
Me: So did you take your ring off?
Wife: Yes, just have the engagement ring on. He asked if I was engaged but I said no. He dropped it.
Me: Tell me more. What was his cock like?
Wife: Big cock. Big head. Told me he liked it when I said cum in my mouth.
Me: Who wouldn’t like to hear that?
Me: Highlight your favorite images.
Wife: Sloppy stolen kisses in the elevator.
Wife: No underwear.
Wife: Went down my shirt to play with my tits.
Wife: Swallowing all of his cum, and believe me there was a lot of cum! lol
Wife: He promised to fuck the shit out of me.
Wife: I don’t think he expected to get lucky.
Wife: Bathroom at airport is a first for me.
Me: No kidding!
Wife: I feel good knowing I gave him jack off material for Afghanistan.
Wife: I gave him a hug goodbye and sent him on his way.
Wife: Hope it’s ok, I gave him my email.
Me: Of course.
Wife: I don’t think he will write to me though.
Me: Want to bet?

What is blowing my mind is that this is only day 1 of her vacation. She is going to keep a journal of her adventures, so stay tuned…I’m sure this story has several more chapters as the week progresses.

I have included a pic of what her military friend would have seen as he reached down her shirt, and it is only fair that you get to see too. Unfortunately, they did not take pics within the bathroom stall, but she did take a pic of her friend afterwards as a memento of their liaison. You should see the grin on that man’s face!

D and Pita

Submitted by: Dandpita, Wisconsin

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June 4, 2012

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Gorgeous fellow Brit and incredibly horny and our runner up Hotwife in our countdown earlier this year Rachel Reveals. Here’s a diary update from her!

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Today was members gloryhole day! – I invited ANY of my members to join me for some filthy gloryhole fun and fucking and i wasn’t disappointed.

I successfully sucked off 7 filthy spunk filled cocks, and drained a couple of pent up wads deep inside me.

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June 2, 2012

My wife and best friend

Another couple step over into the wonderful world of Hotwifery.

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I’ve been married to Stacy for two years, and living with her for five. During our first couple of years, we liked going out together on Friday nights, drinking with friends, light flirting and then going home together for great drunk sex. Last year, two things happened that put a crazy spin on it all. First, my best friend, Jason broke up with his long term girlfriend. The four of us used to go out together a lot, but now Jason was alone and free. Stacy and he always got along well, but now they seemed to be a little closer.

Jason started asking her to lunch during the week, and she accepted at least once a week. She would always tell me about it, and since my work doesn’t allow me to have lunch with her, I found it both nice for her and a little exciting or unsettling.

After the fifth time in four weeks, I told her one night that she might want to go with him a little less or he might try to get her to do more than just lunch. Stacy gave me a little smirky smile and said Jason is always trying to get her to do more, but that she could handle him and I shouldn’t worry or tell her what she can or can’t do. Her attitude both scared and excited me.

I started noticing that they hugged each other more when we would meet on Friday nights at the bar, and they tended to stand together more often, talking just to each other, instead of everyone like before. I asked Stacy why, she said they were just good friends and she was trying to find him cute girls that he could hook up with, but they had to meet her approval.

Well, Jason has never had trouble picking up girls, and I told her I was sure he didn’t need her help, but she said that he did and she enjoyed talking to him. She said he appreciated her opinion more than me sometimes and she appreciated that.

One night, a mutual friend of all of ours invited all of us to their house to hut tub after the bar. Stacy surprised me by saying she wanted to ride over on the back of Jason’s motorcycle and meet me there, I started to protest, but she waved me away and ran out to jump on his bike. They were gone in a flash. I drove to the hot tub party with shaking hands and a jealous feeling. They were already in the tub, sitting next to each other when I got there, she didn’t even make room for me. I noticed that Stacy laughed unusually hard at everything Jason said and pretty much ignored me. We finally left together, but it was a quiet ride home. I tried to talk to her about it, she said no talking, we could have sex if I wanted but she didn’t want me questioning her. Our sex was ok, but not the best.

Well, about a month after that, and still them doing their lunch and bar talking thing, my work schedule got drastically changed and I had to start working early Saturday mornings. The first one, we went out, but I told her and everyone that we needed to leave by ten o’clock. She wasn’t very happy, but left with me. She complained that she wanted better sex and hated leaving her friends early on her only night to party.

The next Friday, we went out, and she was spending quite a bit of time talking to Jason, while I was playing pool and talking to other people. At ten, I went up to them and asked if she was ready to go. Stacy said she wanted to stay, but that I should go so I could work in the morning. I asked how she would get home and Jason quickly said he would bring her home. Stacy nodded her head vigorously up and down and asked if she could please stay and party with her friends. I didn’t want to look like a jerk, so I reluctantly agreed and asked how late, she said probably a little after two, then she laughed and said, “don’t wait up though honey, you need to get sleep, I will see you tomorro afternoon, don’t wake me up in the morning.” I tried to kiss her and she barely touched her lips to mine then pulled back and said, “goodnight, drive careful” I drove home horny, confused and kind of excited. I’d be lying if I hadn’t fantasized about Stacy having sex with Jason over the last few weeks, but part of me was very scared about it too because I have lost other girlfriends to guys and I was insecure. I got in bed, and could not stop thinking about Stacy getting drunk and horny with Jason, and them going to his house. I finally laid on my stomach and totally imagined them together having incredible sex and I humped my bed till I shot a huge load of cum out and then could relax enough to sleep.

My alarm was set for 5:30, but I woke at 4:00 and instantly realized that Stacy was not in bed with me. I got another hard on and my heart was thumping like crazy. I checked the house, nope she was not home, then saw I had 2 missed text messages on my phone from her, the first was sent at midnight, she said, “having a great time, thanks for letting me stay, sleep good, love you.” The second was sent at 2:18, “We just left bar, Jason is pretty drunk, so I’m walking him to his house, will see you tomorro baby” I got back in bed and imagined my sexy, horny wife with my horny drunk buddy. It was actually really turning me on thinking about them going at it. I was jealous, but I knew that I could not do anything about it and the helpless feeling mixed with jealousy, made me very horny. I thought about how she sounds when she is orgasming and I laid there with a hard cock and started hoping that Jason and her were having great sex together.

I was working by 7;00, then got a text from Stacy at 07:50, “Just got home honey, sorry I missed you, I’m going to bed, talk to you later.” I had a hard time concentrating at work, but managed to not think about her for most the morning. I sent her a text at noon, asking if she was up yet, she replied 5 minutes later saying she was awake, but still in bed.

I got home that evening, Stacy greeted me with a nice hug and kiss and asked about my day, I said fine, and looked her over. She was freshly showered and wearing one of her sexier tops and her favorite PINK sweat pants that make her ass look awesome. She had dinner ready, we sat next to each other and as we were finishing, I asked how her night was, she gave me a funny look, with raised eyebrows and said, “It was great, how bout yours?” I said mine was kind of boring, but ok. “Did you sleep good?” she asked, “Uhm, some, not the best” “Why couldn’t you sleep honey?” She was now clearly toying with me in a coy, falsely sweet voice. I looked at her a second, and decided to be honest, “Because I was very horny” I said, looking her right in the eyes. “Why were you horny honey”, “Because I was jealous and imagining you going home with Jason and fucking his brains out.” She feigned a slightly shocked appearance, then smiled and said, “So thinking of me fucking your friend makes you horny?” I paused, and felt blood rushing to my face, but I liked our conversation and wanted to keep her talking. “Well it makes me jealous, but I have to admit, it also turned me on, are you mad at me?” she wrinkled her brow and said, “Why would I be mad at you, if you like the idea of me fucking someone else?” “I don’t know, it’s hard to explain…” she cut me off and said, “I’m just surprised, because you usually act so possessive and jealous and get upset when I spend time with Jason without you.” I took time for that to sink in, then said, “Well honey, I am a little jealous, but it does not make me mad, and I actually kind of like it and thinking about you two together.” “Really?” she said in that feminine, sarcastic way. “How much do you like it, enough to let me spend more time alone with him, without being rude to me about it?” “Yes, baby, you can spend all the time you want with him, can I ask you a few questions about it?”, she said “Maybe, if I think you can really handle the answers, but first, tell me, how horny were you last night?” She said this with a wicked little grin. “I was very horny, my cock was so hard for over an hour and I could not quit fantasizing about you two.” She smiled a real, happy smile and said, “So what did you do about that hard cock.” I knew she wanted to hear, so I said, “Well I had to rub my cock until I came all over myself, then when I saw your second text that you were staying with him, I had to masturbate again just to get to sleep.” I could tell that this really pleased her, and she started squirming like she does when she is really turned on. “So, do you want to know about my night, or just imagine it?” She said in that awesome sexy voice of hers. “I want to hear all about your night baby” , I nearly panted to her.

Stacy stood up and took my hand leading me to our bedroom. Inside we quickly undressed and hugged then flopped onto the covers. Stacy gently rubbed my stiff cock, and said, “Well, Jason kept drinking and I had a fair amount, so when it hit 2, we both agreed neither of us should drive. He took my hand and said that I was just stuck staying with him.” “Were you excited about that” I asked, wanting to absorb her total thought process. “Yes, Jason and I have been flirting quite heavily over the past few weeks and we were both wanting to have an opportunity to have sex with each other. You know I get super horny when I drink, and I was very excited that you let me stay and party with him.”. I then asked “What happened when you got to his house?” She smiled at me while giving my cock a firmer squeeze. “We went straight to his bedroom and ripped our clothes off?”

My cock felt like it might explode. A thousand questions were running through my mind. “Does Jason have a nice cock?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited about her answer. “Yes, he has a very nice cock, and he definitely knows how to use it.” She said the last with genuine admiration and respect, but she was getting ahead too fast. “What did you guys do after you were naked?” I asked in excited voyeuristic manner. “We hugged, kissed, and I stroked his cock, and then he bent down and sucked on both my nipples.” I exhaled in horny excitement. She knew I just wanted her to tell me the story, so she did, with a beautiful smile that made it better for me because I knew she really had enjoyed herself.

“Jason pushed me down on the bed, licked my nipples until they were very hard, then he lowered his face to my pussy and started kissing and licking me all over there.” I was so turned on thinking about my friends tongue all over my beautiful wife’s shaved smooth pussy. “Did he like your shaved pussy?” I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it. “Yes, he told me several times how he had dreamed of doing that, and later how much he loved my pussy.” “Was he good at it?” and she gave me the answer I wanted to hear. “OMG, he was excellent, he loves to suck pussy as much as you and he uses his hands even better than you, no offence baby.” “oh, no offence sweetie, I like hearing anything that you think he does better than me, its totally cool with me.” She said “Well, he is very good, he made me cum at least three times before he moved up.”

I needed to hear more, “What then?” “I wanted to suck on his cock, but he wouldn’t let me yet, he kissed me and slid his cock into my wet pussy.” I asked “How did it feel, really, and be honest, is it bigger than mine?” Stacy’s eyes widened a little, she looked at me for a couple seconds, “It felt incredible, he has a very nice cock, it… is maybe slightly longer than yours, but it is quite a bit thicker… I definitely haven’t felt a cock that thick in a long time.” I was near squirting from hearing that, I loved thinking that my wife liked the feel of Jason’s cock in her more than mine. There was only a couple more questions that I wanted her to answer. “Did he make you cum good, is he a good fuck?” “Oh fuck baby, he made me cum so good, and so many times, he is an excellent fuck… He definitely lasts longer than you, and he came three times and was still hard after the third time. He fucked the shit out of me!” she said this staring straight into my eyes.

“Do you want to fuck him some more?” I breathlessly asked. “Hell yes I want to fuck him some more, is that ok baby?” My heart was beating a mile a minute, “Yes Stacy, I want you to fuck Jason any time you want, as much as you want, that makes me totally happy honey.” She then stroked my cock about four times and I erupted all over her hand, as I moaned in pleasure and she giggled at my gyrations. God I love my wife so much.

Submitted by: Tree Shaper, Montana

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