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January 9, 2013

Shay gets creampied

Here’s a hot set from my good mate The Undercover Lover Sensi getting to grips with another good friend of mine. Shay is one sexy girl and loves to hook up with hot studs and then come home and tell her partner all about it. He actively encourages her to be as naughty as possible so Shay hooked up with Sensi for an afternoon of filthy sex. Sensi fucked her every which way and sent her home with a massive creampie for her boyfriend to admire.

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January 7, 2013

My Wife’s Date

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My Wife’s Date

My wife and I were bored and so we decided to head to the clubs on Saturday to set her up with some young stud and have some fun, but to no avail. Well on Monday she came home from work all giddy and was going off about this guy who comes to her work about every other month to hold training classes for the customer service agents and how he is kinda flirty and kinda good looking.

Well we talked it over and we agreed she could take him out on a date since he was gonna be in town till Friday. Of course he doesn’t know I agreed to this and thinks that I am under the impression that my wife is out with her friends. So on Wednesday she got all fixed up and headed out to meet him at the hotel their work set him up. At about 8pm they went to the club from there. She said they danced till their feet hurt and talked till they got into intimate conversations and drank till they kinda got a buzz and got touchy feely which was till about 11pm.

Then they decided to go to the strip joint to “shoot some pool” lol. She said they did play the first game in which she bent over the pool table in her dress (no panties). When it was her turn which was more often than not and that he was so buzzed he began to tap her on the ass when she would shoot. Needless to say he won the first game and they sat down and had a few more drinks and he had a lap dance and paid for my wife to get a lap dance from one of the strippers too.

Now its about 12:30 and they both had to work tomorrow so she tells him its getting late and she wants to play one more game of pool. He agrees but says that if he wins, she has to stay or do “something” he wants to do, So she agrees (she’s a good tease). He tells her to break and she leans over the table and said he then got up right behind her and said “let me show you how” and leaned over her and she said she could feel his cock, rock hard by now. Well she plays along and after a few more “lessons” he wins and asks her to go to his hotel and continue the party there. They leave and when they get to his hotel she goes to the ladies room and by the time she walked out he was naked in the bed with a rock hard 8″. She then sucked him till he got behind her and unzipped her dress and slid it down, her hoses have a hole in the crotch and she said he just slid a condom on, spit on his hand, stroked his cock, and put it in. She said he fucked her hard and good, but that it was over in 15min, she said he shot his load, fell on the bed and went to sleep like a baby. She wants to do it again but maybe not have her date drink as much. Damn flyweights… lol.. anyways, heres some pics.

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January 5, 2013

Ronja Dogging Creampie

Amazing Queen of Creampie Hotwife Ronja Fox just sent me this picture. This was taken at the end of a dogging encounter in a secluded spot. She had 8 guys turn up and each take turns fucking her pussy. Each man, one by one, let their hot loads release inside her for one very messy creampie.

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January 3, 2013

My wife is in love

A new couple to introduce you to today. ‘A’ has got in touch about his relationship with his partner and her lover. Makes for very erotic reading. Thanks for sending, feel free to send us updates anytime.

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This is a true story. Names have been altered, locations aren’t explicitly named, but that’s about it. I’m writing this because I want to share it with others.

I proposed to my girlfriend about six months ago. We have been living an active hotwife cuck lifestyle for a few years and enjoy it immensely. She loves it because she’s free to do whatever she wants with whomever she wants and I love it because, well, I’m a cuckold.

The situation as it is right now is that she’s had a boyfriend for about a year whom she is in love with. She has sex with him often and he’s very much a bull. He’s a halfback at 6′2″ and about 220 lbs, very athletic and with stamina to match. She and he are often on their own, making love, going out to dinner or whatever else tickles their fancy at the time. Neither makes any bones about why they are attracted to one another. He loves her body, her sexual prowess and that she’s always at his beck and call if he needs to drain his nuts. He loves having a relationship with her that only gives him the good times. Never does he have to deal with any fights or any of the usual relationship downsides. He only knows her as upbeat, very sexual and sensual. She has her own Gold Card that I pay for to keep her wardrobe updated, manicures and whatever else she feels she needs to stay top notch for her boyfriend. I make pretty good money so she’s definitely got me as a sugar daddy.

I didn’t find out about their relationship right away, she kept it under wraps for a couple months. Then she dropped it on me that she was in love with this guy. I found out because she was talking on the phone on the porch and she made it so that I’d overhear her conversation. I about dropped my jaw when I heard “I love you too and I can’t wait to see you again” from her warm lips. I had suspected something, because she would just wander around glowing as if she had butterflies in her tummy. Any non-cuck would obviously have dumped her right away, but I was instead drawn to her even closer. Wanting to serve her even better. Somewhere after this I summoned the courage to ask her straight up, was she going to leave me over this guy? Her reaction was rather unexpected, but she basically said that she loved me a lot and that she would never leave me. But she also have needs that I can’t satisfy which is why she is compelled to do this. Obviously, this was well beyond sex, for both of them. She also told me that he knew her situation with me and that he was very content with this. He is definitely an alpha male and enjoys that a submissive male gets to deal with whatever he doesn’t want to deal with. He also likes to dominate other men and do so by seeding their women.

I will briefly explain an encounter before going on with the main part, just to set the stage. This man is very well tuned with her in that he is actively taking part in cuckolding me. One time we met up at his place. As we were taking our coats off, he grabbed her and started kissing her and feeling her up. She turned to putty in his strong hands and I had to stand there, dealing with the angst. I was there, but only for their purposes. They didn’t want me in on anything, except for having to witness their play. Greg told me to go sit down in the couch, where he brought me some microwave popcorn and set me up with a movie, Jennifer’s Body. He set the volume to 18, rather low. Then he looked at me and told me to be good and watch the movie. No sneaking around. I nodded that I’d obey this command. She looked at me and smiled. Then she looked back at Greg and gave him a very nice kiss. They wandered off to his bedroom. They left the door open so that I’d hear. Greg had taken the remote away so that I couldn’t change the volume. I started hearing some moaning and lots of sloppy kissing. Clothes dropping to the floor and that all-telling smacking noise from when her mouth slides off his cock while sucking. It didn’t take long before I heard him penetrate her. I had no idea she would sound off that much, he must really be very well endowed. She had told me that he’s leaps and bounds bigger than I, but it was a totally different experience to hear what his meat did to her. About an hour into their amorous activities, I could literally hear how ravaged she’d become. Her voice had not stopped screaming from the relentless pounding, but I could hear how she had a slight trembling vibrato to her. He was really wearing her out. But he had started moaning louder now. I could tell he was getting close. Between the thrusts I could hear her moan “I love you, Greg” and he acknowledged this “Me too, baby”. Then he let out what I can only explain as a roar, that sent chills down my spine and she got so turned on by the fact that he was only seconds away from cumming that she started cumming on his huge cock as well. The roar got more forceful and loud and came in unison with the thrusts. He was unloading his nuts in her, for what seemed to be an eternity. I am not exaggerating that he had about a minute long orgasm. Then a huge breath and a thump in the bed. They had collapsed.

About a minute later I heard a lighter go off. She was having a cigarette after some amazing sex. Greg yelled for me: “Hey, get us some ice water!” and I was on my feet like a soldier in attention. Instinctively I went to his kitchen and grabbed two glasses, some ice and poured some Evian in their glasses. I had brought a rose for her, which I put on the ornate sterling silver tray over a pair of brand new, black wash cloths. I had so much going through my mind that I had forgotten about my excitement about everything that had just transpired. As I was approaching his dimly lit spacious bedroom, I started feeling the angst taking over me. My dick was really hard as I entered the master’s bedroom. I had no way of preparing myself for what I saw. They were laying on the bed, slowly and passionately kissing and touching each other. A gleam of sweat was covering both of their bodies. It was almost like walking into a different atmosphere, like a fog almost, of very hot love. The smell of sex was definitely in the air. I set the tray down on the night stand on his side of the bed and as I did so he looked up at me with a huge grin on his face. He said “You know she’s mine”. I quickly glanced at her and her smile concurred with him. She kissed his neck and as this happened I was told to get out. The fly of my pants rubbed against my dick as I was turning to exit and that one little motion set me off. The jolt of the angst along with the tingle in my lower back emanated into a cascade of cum in my pants. The feeling was so overwhelming that I let out a huge moan and had to bend over. They both saw me and laughed at me. She let out “How pathetic” to Greg and he kept laughing. In the deepest of cuckold shame I went out of the bedroom and went to the living room and parked myself on the floor, pretending to watch the movie. I didn’t want to soil the master’s couch with my cummy pants. A few minutes later, she yelled for me. I went by the bedroom door and I heard her say “I’m spending the night and maybe a few days here, so you can just take off now. I’ll text you when I want to be picked up.” I had a lot to think about as I was driving home.

Back to what I wanted to write in the first place. Lindsay and I have decided to get married. I love her with all my heart and she loves me too. But she’s also in love with Greg. She and I were by the dining room table, picking through designs for invitations and all that stuff that needs to be done for the wedding. She’s planning most of these things as is probably usual for a couple to be wed. But we had a date for the wedding and we had decided on a place. A very nice yacht club by the east coast with an adjacent four star hotel. Lots of the bigshots have their boats there, so only the best accommodations. Expensive yes, but a wedding is special so its worth it. We had pre-booked a number of rooms for people who had indicated they wanted to stay the night and of course our honeymoon suite.

When we were discussing the color theme for the wedding decorum, I suggested a classy off-white vest for the men’s tuxedos. She sighed “That would look great on your best man”. I had no idea what she meant about that and she said, “I’ve picked Greg for your best man.” I about fell through my chair. Not that I had decided on a best man in the first place, but I thought that was a bit of a weird choice. After all, I would pick my best man. She insisted though.

I asked her why and she said that she thought it was a huge turn on that he would be there as well. Nobody there would know who he was and we’d have to make up a story on how good a friend he was to me. She and I however would know that he is the master. We would be the only ones. As he would receive the honor of dancing with her, only us three would know the real story behind it all. Obviously I’d remove the garter and she’d throw the bouquet, but there was a huge twist to all of this. She was planning on consummating our marriage with Greg, not me. The thought of this brought everything to an entirely new level.

Who am I to tell my soon-to-be spouse that she can’t have her perfect wedding. Strangely enough, this was incredibly compelling to me. The perfect cuckold wedding.

Fast forward a couple months and the big day is fast approaching. She’s very active with Greg and I can only imagine how she will have Greg and I in mind as she is answering my vows. The thought of the master having the ring I am to offer her is incredibly hot. The two of them have let me in on that they’re both planning on something very special for me in the matrimonial suite. I have no idea what this is and neither of them are letting anything on as to what the surprise is. One thing is for sure though, I love her beyond anybody’s wildest dreams and I know she loves me too. I guess this is a win-win-win for her, Master Greg and I.

I will be sure to write after the wedding.

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January 1, 2013

Carlys Cream Filling

Happy New Year to you all, hope you all had an amazing Holiday break and found as much naughtiness as possible.

One Hotwife I know who found some naughtiness is amazing UK slut Carly G.

She sent me these pictures her husband took of her with her a stud they invited over. Carly got him to sit down while she got dressed up in a hot rubber outfit. Then she proceeded to dance for him on her pole, he couldn’t resist having a few touches as she danced.

Then she turned round, knelt down and started to suck the guys cock. He got so worked up he just stood up and bent her over and started fucking her. They fucked for hours in all sorts of positions until he finally let go and emptied his balls inside her.

Her husband got a great last shot of her creampie, he filled her up so much it flowed out of her and down onto the floor.

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December 30, 2012

A couple encounter

Another diary update from hottie Modesty Ablaze from London. And guys she’s on Hotwife Hub too - Profile Here
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“It’s just been all about me!”

We’d met our new couple at our Swinging Club late in August. We’d arrived quite late and it turned out to be one of those evenings where Hubby and I spent most of our time sitting at the bar chatting to some of the regulars we’ve come to know from previous visits. People we’ve become friends with but, for one reason or another, haven’t actually played with.

We had noticed several new couples we hadn’t seen before, and a number of new single guys, but despite Hubby frequently pointing them out to me and asking if I was “interested in going over for a chat”, I didn’t really feel motivated or attracted enough to want to leave my seat. Hubby would occasionally wander off for a tour around the rooms and then report back to tell me what was going on, but after several hours even he had resigned himself to the fact that our night would end without any involvement on our part.

He’d actually just said to me “Shall we finish our drinks and make a move”when a striking blonde woman came up to stand at the bar right next to my seat. Her, very tall, partner stood behind her and leant between us to order their drinks. We hadn’t noticed them before, and they’d come from the direction of the play rooms, so had obviously been having fun elsewhere for quite some time. She was dressed in a lovely black basque and net stockings and had the most perfectly manicured red nails as she placed her hands on the counter of the bar. Hubby leaned around from beside me and asked her “Would you like a seat?” getting off his stool and tugging at me gently to move from my stool to his. She smiled and replied “Yes thank you, my heels are killing me!” I moved over and she sat-up next to me and I laughed that I had the same problem as “I only ever really wear heels on a night-out here”. Her partner immediately joined in, saying how sexy both our choice of footwear was “and, in fact, your whole outfits”. We’d all soon introduced ourselves and began chatting and answering their questions about the club. It was their first visit here but they were frequent visitors to some of the other London clubs we’d heard about.

I immediately felt completely at ease with both D and her husband and I could sense that Hubby (standing behind me and stroking my back and leaning against me the way he does when I know he is aroused) was feeling just as captivated as I was. D’s manner and conversation was so natural and friendly that within the first 15 minutes I was giggling and sharing experiences with her as though we were life-long friends. Her husband B wasn’t quite so outgoing (though very dishy) but was still chatting quite openly. He asked me if we’d been playing and told me he’d wished they’d met us earlier in the evening as they had to be leaving to get home for the babysitter. D must have noticed the look of disappointment in my eyes as she reached over to hold my hand and asked “Would you be interested in exchanging numbers?” Hubby answered before I’d had the chance to think “Yes, sure!!!” I looked up at B to see if he was as keen, his smile, and his wife’s continued stroking of my forearm, seemed to indicate that he definitely was. The men exchanged numbers and we said our goodbyes.

Hubby and I remained at the bar for another drink, comparing our impressions and talking about the lost chance of not having met them earlier. I giggled when he said “and of course she really fancies you”. “What do you mean?” I asked him. He laughed and replied, “I mean she fancies you. It was obvious, and anyway B told me she’s bi. So our evening at the club ended without us “playing out”, but we certainly made it up for it when we got home, with the attractions of our brief acquaintances obviously on both our minds and inspiring our arousal.

A few days passed. (We’d mentioned the morning after, reliving our passions over breakfast, that we’d have to text them the next time we were going to get back to the Club.) Then, on the Thursday evening, just as we’d cuddled up together in bed, Hubby’s phone beeped with a text “would it be ok if we called. Can you talk?”. Hubby messaged straight back that it was fine. Seconds later his phone rang. I could tell immediately, from the rolling of his eyes and wild nodding of his head, even before he switched his phone over to speaker, that it was D. As his speaker came on I could hear her saying how much they’d enjoyed meeting us on the weekend. Hubby responded that the feeling was mutual and that we’d already been talking about texting them the next time we planned to visit the club. Her reply took us both by surprise. “If you’re not busy, would you like to come over to ours next Saturday for drinks?” She went on to say that their children would be away with B’s parents and that they had an indoor hot tub and would like to get know us better! Hubby didn’t waste a second in telling her we’d love to.

As if meeting a new couple for the first time on non-neutral ground wasn’t worrying enough, their address made me feel even more nervous. They were obviously in a different class to us!! Not just an affluent outer-suburb, but an extra-affluent postcode. “What can I wear?” I was agonising to Hubby the following day and night!! His teasing that I wouldn’t need to be wearing “anything” in a hot tub, didn’t help.

D met us at the door looking stunning in a white sarong and led us through a huge reception room into an even larger, and absolutely wonderful kitchen area. All sparkling stainless steel fittings and work surfaces, I was feeling more and more nervous with every step! We followed D into an amazing conservatory which looked out over a long garden. We could see, and hear, the bubbling water of the hot tub in one corner of the conservatory. To our right B was standing behind a bar asking what we’d like to drink. I assumed from his bare chest that he’d possibly just emerged from the tub and probably had a towel wrapped around his waist, but had to gasp in surprise as he stepped out from the bar towards us with our glasses in hand, completely naked! I felt myself giggling with the embarrassment of not quite knowing how to react and not sure where I should be looking. D immediately stepped in front of him admonishing him for being so forward and turning back to us to apologise. I was still giggling but told her not to be silly “You just caught me by surprise” I told him, still not sure where I should be looking, whilst I stretched out rather self-consciously to hand him the two bottles of wine we’d bought with us. Hubby was laughing as well “It’s fine, we didn’t actually bring swimming costumes either”.

We sat around in their wonderfully comfortable cushioned wicker chairs chatting and accepting (too many) top-ups of wine for some time before B asked if we “were ready for a dip?” D went off to fetch some towels whilst Hubby quickly stripped off his clothes and followed our host into the tub. Normally I don’t have any qualms about undressing in intimate situations, and I actually enjoy ‘dressing-up’ at the Club, but now I really felt quite nervous as I lifted my dress up over my head knowing I had to walk naked up the steps to the tub as B sat there quite obviously watching my every step. I did feel slightly better as he said “you have a beautiful body” as I slid down into the water next to Hubby. D had reappeared, already naked herself and followed me into the tub. “You should have seen her from behind” she said to B, “she has a gorgeous figure, and such a wonderful bum.” The compliments, the warmth of the water, and the wine!, were making me feel better.

We leant with our backs against the wall of the tub. D had initially positioned herself between B and I, but then moved around in front of me, sliding in-between Hubby and myself. I felt her hand stroking my arm as she had in the club, and then as she told me again that I had “such a gorgeous figure” I felt her hand running up over my tummy and up to my breasts. Her palm caressed across both my nipples for a brief moment before she pushed away from the wall of the tub to stand more directly in front of us. I felt her hand reaching up to me again and could tell from the movement of her left arm that she was reaching across to Hubby as well. I glanced across at him. I could tell from the expression on his face that she was touching him as well, but not on his chest! I felt a firmer hand squeezing over my left nipple. B had slid closer to me and was now following D’s lead, squeezing and caressing me. I gasped and tilted my head back closing my eyes. My nervous self-consciousness had suddenly been replaced by the wonderful feeling of two separate hands roaming over my breasts, and now, between my legs. At first I couldn’t tell whose fingers were twirling around my pussy lips, but then as I felt both nipples being lightly squeezed by strong feeling fingers, I knew both of those hands belonged to B and it was D’s fingers that were deliciously working around and around my clit. “Oh, squeeze my tits” I moaned, still keeping my eyes tightly closed, but making no attempt to stifle my moans of pleasure now. B’s palms were now clamped tightly around my breasts, pushing me back harder against the wall of the tub, whilst D’s finger, or fingers I couldn’t tell how many, were sliding forcefully in and out of me. I threw my head back as far as it would go, letting out a load groan of “oh I love that”. I could hear the splashing of movement now in the water as B’s hands suddenly slid straight down my side to grasp me by my hips. He seemed to be lifting me higher, and forward more into his wife’s hand which was now pumping in and out of me. My own groans were drowning out the other sounds, but I was conscious of her muffled moaning to the right of me.

I opened my eyes and looked past my right shoulder to see her head locked in an embrace with Hubby and it was obvious from the thrashing movements of both her elbows in and out of the water that both her hands were pumping and stroking, and as only her right one was pumping into me, her left hand must be furiously stroking my husbands cock. Suddenly there seemed to be two hands pushing between my legs, one (still D’s???) thrusting fingers in and out of me, the other twirling and rubbing over my clit. I felt myself trying to hold my balance, reaching behind me to grasp the wall of the tub with my back pushed back against it and the pressure of the thrusting between my legs, bouncing me up and down in the water. For a moment I was thinking I didn’t feel comfortable enough to really let myself go, then, an instant later, I was crying out “Oh, god I’m coming, I’m coming”, thrusting my hips forward and losing my grip on the wall. I collapsed forward into the arms of B, dropping my chin onto his shoulder and gasping out “God, oh god”.

I opened my eyes. D and Hubby had stepped apart with D asking him “does she always come like that?” He laughed and said something like “I’ve never seen her come in a pool before”. B lifted me up to try and sit me on the top step of the tub, saying “That was fantastic. You sound amazing”. “And look amazing” D said as she reached over to start stroking my arm again. I was feeling uncomfortable, from both the compliments, and the hard step I was now perched on. “I need to sit down” I managed to blurt out. D stepped out next to me and took my hand to lead me off the step down onto the floor again. She reached over for a towel and dried me down as I stood enjoying the feel of the softness against my skin. The two men followed us out of the tub and I collapsed back onto the nearest cushioned chair. We sat chatting, and drinking, until D stepped over and knelt down in front of me. “Would you two like to come upstairs?” she asked, running her hands up and down my thighs and then leaning forward to kiss me on the knee. She lifted me up and then led us back through the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom. As the men followed us into the room I could tell they were both obviously aroused by the fact that D was gently pushing me back onto the bed.

I have kissed another woman before, playing at the club. But this was something different, completely different. Her mouth was warm and wet, and her tongue hard yet gentle, in a way that I just couldn’t compare with the kisses I would normally receive from Hubby, or one of my lovers. Not really physically different, I suppose, but different in sensation and emotion. The taste seemed somehow sweeter, warmer, softer. I felt her hands squeezing gently over my nipples again, and then felt her pulling my hand down to her pussy. “I don’t really know what to do” I told her. “Play with me as though you are playing with yourself” she whispered into my ear. Her warm breath tickled my senses, and her words made me tingle and arch my back as her own fingers ran a trail down over my tummy, sliding in between my lips and instantly finding my button. Her lips slid away from my kisses and ran down in little pecks over my neck, down over my breasts, kissing at them each, gently on top, and to the sides, and then, pausing above me for a moment, sucking suddenly down onto my right nipple. Sucking and pinching, and stretching it away from my chest with her lips, before releasing it with a wonderful nip of her teeth, before performing the same task on my left nipple.

She lifted away and I felt her fingers replaced with larger and thicker hands. I opened my eyes to see B leaning over me, spreading my legs wider for a moment before running his fingers up my inner thigh and finding the exact spot that just a moment ago was being caressed by his wife. I was groaning again but heard Hubby’s voice saying something unclear and unintelligible to D. I opened my eyes again and gasped as I saw D kneeling back onto the bed with a large, very large, dildo in her hands. “Have you ever fucked another woman?” she asked. I suddenly knew that these were the words I had just heard her asking Hubby. “Oh my god” I said. Half giggling, half tingling, as I watched her kneeling between my legs and sliding one end of the long pink shape into herself. “I don’t know, I don’t think I could” I stammered. But a moment later I heard myself gasping louder as B’s fingers slid over me to hold me open and D pushed herself forward. “Ohh, ohh” I knew I was gurgling. I felt her sliding forward into me, the softness of her leg rubbing over mine, and then gasping loudly again as, with a little help from B, she lifted my other leg over the top of hers. She started pushing and groaning and gasping louder with every stroke. I pushed myself back against her and groaned again as B’s fingers twirled between us as I felt us slapping together, each with half of her dildo engulfed within us. Pushing against her I could feel her pussy, and legs, and bottom slapping against mine and feel the thickness of the silicon pushing into me, then relaxing again, then pushing back. And B’s fingers working over me, working over the both of us, was making my groans more breathless, and louder and louder. I opened my eyes again to see Hubby standing next to the bed to my right. His cock was standing vertical against his tummy, and kneeling next to me on the bed to my left, B’s cock was swaying back and forth and tapping against my shoulder. I reached out to grasp Hubby’s cock and pull him onto the bed next to me. He eagerly obliged by kneeling right over me and guiding his cock towards my mouth. I sucked him up and down, cupping his balls in right hand whilst reaching out and stroking B up and down his shaft with my left. I felt him turning and shuffling his own knees up the bed closer towards me. I pulled away from Hubby’s cock, loving the plopping sound as his hardness slipped out of my mouth, and turned to my left to immediately guide B’s cock between my lips.

I could hear D groaning as she pushed and I thrust back against her, feeling the thickness and hardness of the dildo straining inside me. And, directly above me, both men were now grunting and groaning as I sucked and swung my mouth back from my left to my right and then back again. Sucking to the left whilst stroking with my hand to the right, and then turning to suck from the right and stroke to my left. My own muffled gasps were getting louder as B was still leaning forward stretching his hands down over my tummy to twist and twirl his fingers over both of our thrusting pussies. Hubby was squeezing and pinching at my nipples and I managed to gasp out “harder, pinch them harder” as I swivelled my mouth from left to right.

I heard D gasping out that she was going to come and felt her shuddering against me with convulsions as her legs squeezed together against mine. She suddenly pulled away and I felt the thickness slide out of me, making me cry out with my own orgasm as B’s fingers slid deliciously inside me for a moment before my own twists and shudders pushed them away. I heard Hubby’s voice gasping out above me and then felt sudden warm splashes splatter across my breasts and stomach. I opened my eyes as B pulled his cock from my mouth and clasped both his hands around himself as he cried out as well. I saw the first burst of white from the eye of his knob as it shot past my forehead, and then felt the rest spurting onto my cheek and chin and then dribbling down onto my neck. “I’m so sorry” he gasped, “I couldn’t stop it. I’ll get tissues” he continued as he swivelled off the side of the bed and stood up next to us. His cock was still erect and looked lovely bobbling around, still dripping, as he leant forward to pull some tissues from a drawer at the side of the bed. “You should apologise, you’re such a messy bugger” D said as she sat up at the other end of the bed. I lifted myself up as well, “No, no, it was lovely. You don’t have to apologise” I told him as I accepted his handful of tissues. Hubby was sitting up on the other side of me, and accepted more tissues from B, so that he could wipe up his own “mess” from my tummy.

D lay down beside me reaching over to pull me closer against her, kissing me first on the cheek and saying “you are just beautiful”, before kissing me full on the lips again, just as she had earlier. “Thank you” I replied. “You are both beautiful too.” She sat up on one elbow and said “Have you ever done that before? Did you enjoy?” I giggled “No, and Yes” as my reply. “I feel very greedy, it’s all been about me” I said. B sat back down on the bed and said “Well it’s still early yet . . . !” But that’s for Part Two another time!!!

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December 28, 2012

Addicted to Office cock

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Addicted to my black office cock

My husband went on a overseas business conference and since then I’ve been craving meaty black cocks. Then it hit me. I can suck one of my colleagues dick while he is gone!

So I started sucking and getting fucked by his long fat dick, I didn’t think it was a problem until I couldn’t stop. Even when my Husband came home he became more than a regular. He is 8 years younger than me and has cum in my pussy twice, in my office after hours.

When my Husband came back it went further as he caught me sucking his dick in the passenger side of my car on our driveway when he came home early one day. He’s known about my infidelities before and has tolerated them, but this was too far for him, especially as a neighbour may have noticed, so he threatened to leave me.

It’s been a few weeks and we’ve had some time apart but now that’s made it worse for me as now I fuck his juicy black dick even more without fear of getting caught and now I can’t stop. My friends keep telling me I should consult a therapist to help me get past this obsession. I just need a man who will understand my needs.

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December 26, 2012

Future Wife Fantasy

Here’s an interesting submission. So many of us fantasize about what it must be like to have a Hotwife as a partner. As you’ll read in the following text, for some it remains a highly erotic desire that is very specific to the kind of cuck we are. I would be interested to receive more fantasies such as this.

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Not really a submissive male, but always wanted to get this out.. this seems like a good place.

For going on ten years now, the only sexual fantasy that would get me off for sure has been the hotwife fantasy. I don’t want to be a cuck. I want to be the dominant one. I want her to be submissive to my every desire, and enjoy every minute of it. What is it about sharing one’s wife that is erotic and promises an erection every time in a willing husband?

Unfortunately, I do not live near any women who would be willing to discover this lifestyle. Trust me, I know, I have been looking for a while. I’m only 30, so the chance may still come. I wanted to share my fantasy, I want to share my theoretical wife. At least for now, until I find a worthy woman to take up the mantle.

My Hotwife fantasy always starts of the same. A loving girlfriend, who becomes a sexually charged fiance, and then marriage based on complete honesty and open conversation. No subject should be off limits. She, my wife, of course knows of my proclivities before we get married, and even though she doesn’t let it on, I can tell she is excited by the prospect of what we might get up to.

It starts in Mardi Gras. Cliche perhaps, but a great starting point for indulging my, or should I say, our fantasy without diving into the deep end right away. Mardi Gras, is Mardi Gras, and you can imagine what may happen. In my head, the first day is always fun and exciting, being the first time, despite being fairly vanilla and mundane. She does the typical Mardi Gras thing on the first day. Flashing for beads, both her breasts and her neatly trimmed pussy. Occasionally letting the odd man cop a feel. It’s not too much effort for her to flash men all day since I had dressed her that morning in a short, loose skirt and no panties with a low cut, bra-less sheer white top. That night, we fuck like rabbits.

The second day, she gets even bolder. She wears her bikini top and an even shorter, looser skirt. A skirt that barely makes it past the curves her buttocks so that when she reaches, for anything, anyone standing behind her gets a full show. I also encourage her to get more brazen on the second day and let as many men as she likes fondle any part of her they want. Which of course, she does, knowing I’m only a couple of steps away and would step in if things get out of hand. That night we fuck like rabbits yet again, and afterwards she tells me about the several men who were bold enough to finger fuck her in public, one at the bar while waiting for her drinks, and one by the event stages where I leave her for a bit while getting us some lunch. She never got any of their names.

On the third day, she participates in a wet t-shirt contest, edged on by one of the organizers. They have to give her a shirt to wear since all she has on is the bikini top. She amazingly removes the bikini in the middle of the crowd before putting on her t-shirt. I couldn’t help but notice that the t-shirt is the thinnest piece of cloth I have ever seen. She doesn’t win, stiff competition, but immediately after the contest she hops off the stage, t-shirt barely there when wet, and runs up to me and whispers in my ear that the organizer has been trying to lead her to a back room all night. I simply smile at her and tell her to go for it, and I will be waiting for her by the bar. She comes back not 30 minutes later, and without saying a word, takes my hand and guides it to below her skirt and let’s me feel the sticky wetness of her mound. I should add, that she no longer has her t-shirt on at this point.

Back in the hotel, I don’t let her shower despite the fact that she wants to and we fuck like rabbits yet again.

Back home and things quiet down a bit. We go back to our normal routine, but I tell her if she gets the urge, she should indulge. I only ask to be told about it. She seems uncomfortable with this, and prefers I am there with her and begs me to take her on another vacation. I tell her she will have to earn it.

To earn it, she has to entertain my buddies and I during a weekly poker game. She is dressed in her skimpiest lingerie and is told to ensure that everyone’s glass and snack bowl is always filled and to remain by the table, available for anyone’s wandering hands.

By the end of the night, there are only two guys left, so I bring out special poker chips that I had made; to my wife’s complete surprise. The chips are worth either a hand-job, a blowjob, or a fuck. I make sure to lose the last few hands. The guys though, are shy, and don’t want to be watched. So instead she takes each one, one by one, to the guest bedroom and let them fuck her. They each go back twice.

She has earned her vacation so off we go to the beach. As she is bathing topless on the beach, three young, college aged men stop by our umbrella and start chatting me and my wife; I’m pretty sure the entire time they were thinking about what they might be able to get away with. They don’t have a chance though because my wife invites them all back to our chalet for some drinks and a little strip poker. I have never seen three boys faces light up so quick.

My wife is a terrible poker player and is quickly naked. We all feel bad for her though, so we stop the game and get naked as well. So there we are, my wife laying on the bed, I am laying next to her, one of the boys is sitting on the edge of the bed, one at the foot, and the other is still at the table. All enjoying the buzz of the drinks and the atmosphere. As things quiet down, I start kissing and fondling my wife. My fingers play with her nipples and work their way down to her pussy, spreading her legs for better access. All three boys are watching, unable to avert their eyes, when I beckon the closest one to feel free. He wastes no time and is on top of my wife before I manage to get my hand out of the way. We each take turns on my wife. Sometimes one at a time, with the others watching, sometimes two at a time. When everyone has came twice, and my wife a few times, they say thanks and take their leave. My wife and I fall asleep, leaving everything in the room, including the cum stained cover as it is.

The next day, we run into the boy from the previous night at the crappy continental breakfast room and they invite me and my wife down for a day at the local amusement park. We eagerly accept the invitation and all ride in the same car together. My wife sitting in the back in between two of the boys.

At the amusement park we learn that the boys have invited a couple of their friends along as well. One who happens to have a large van out in the parking lot. So for the rest of the morning and afternoon my wife is going back and forth between the amusement park and the van, taking one or two of the boys with her each time. She tells me later that a security guard catches her and one of the boys fucking in the van, but instead of reporting her, the boy my wife was with offers my wife up to the security guard. My wife was happy to oblige. We fuck like rabbits that night.

Back home, we decide we need to have a set of rules & regulations for her behavior and limits. A document that we both sign which clearly lays out what she can and can not do and so the following was born:

The Husband, me, has the final word in all endeavors and can stop everything on a whim if he so chooses. The wife must not remain out of reach, unless otherwise agreed upon, and will return home immediately if the Husband demands.

Men who are allowed to fuck my wife fall into the following classifications:

Strangers: Prior permission must be obtained in order to fuck a stranger. If no permission can be obtained, or if the Husband says so, the Wife has the option to charge the stranger for the privilege. $50 for a blow job and $100 for a fuck. No anal. Husband keeps all the proceeds.

Lover: A lover does not have to obtain prior permission and can fuck my Wife anytime he pleases as long as he does not interrupt the Husbands wishes or plans.

Boyfriend: A boyfriend can fuck my Wife anytime he so chooses without prior permission. The Wife also has the option of staying for up to 2 nights in a row with the boyfriend before she must return to the Husband.

Fiance: The fiance can fuck my Wife anytime he so chooses without prior permission and can keep the wife in his possession for up 2 weeks before she must return to the Husband. The Fiance also has the option of ‘loaning’ out the wife to whomever he likes, but is then made responsible for her safety if he chooses to do so.

Pimp: The pimp has all the benefits of the Fiance but is also allowed to ‘pimp’ my Wife out for financial gain. The Husband keeps 40% of all proceeds, while the Pimp keeps the rest. The wife must submit to theme nights, including but not limited to Poker Parties, Sports Events, BBQ, etc. She must wear what is designated and must follow all directions given to her by a guest.

The Wife must submit to 2 weeks every 4 months to be spent in a brothel; preferably legal. Husband keeps all proceeds.

The Wife must submit to 12 nights a year (can be spread out as desired) where she will be on the street, hooking for money. Husband keeps all the proceeds.

Every graduation season, the wife must offer herself to a local fraternity to be their stress relief for an entire weekend. She will not be allowed to leave the premises of the fraternity until the weekend is over.

The Wife must submit to a gang-bang party at least 3 times a year.

The Wife must submit to the fuckbooth* for 12 hours once a month.*The fuckbooth is a small two-roomed booth, whereby the wife lays on her stomach in the middle, with a curtain wall coming down splitting her body in half. One room for pussy, and one room for blowjobs. When in the fuckbooth, she must wear a blindfold and a butt-plug.

More rules & regulations as I think of them!

Here’s hoping that one day, one beautiful day, I meet a woman willing to take on this hotwife role. Here’s hoping.

Submitted by: Obmon, UK

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December 24, 2012

Happy Holidays

Just wanted to wish everyone a great Christmas / Holiday break and a fantastic New Year. I’m off to Hong Kong for Christmas and New Year in a couple of hours. Can’t wait to see what debauchery I can find in the far east.

It’s been another fantastic year of Hotwife filth. New Hotwives are springing up all over the place as people embrace the lifestyle such as creampie loving Carly G, cum guzzling wife Kirie Cantaloupes and black cock lovin’ Serena Biscotti. Also over 10,000 of you have signed up to my community site Hotwife Hub. It’s been great getting to know some of you of there! If you’ve yet to create a profile on there check it out now.

Thanks to everyone that continues to contribute to this blog. I appreciate all your posts and comments. Regarding comments, I had to turn them off temporarily to stop a massive attack of spam on the comments that was causing the server to overload. I will hopefully have the comments switched on again very soon.

Have an amazing Holiday period. I want to hear about all the naughtiness you get up to at all the New Years parties…

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December 22, 2012

Xmas Kelly

Time for some festive cheer and who better to get us in the mood than gorgeous Hotwife Kelly Anderson posing in front of the tree and then getting to eat some fine seasonal meat. Great pics Kelly, have a fantastic holiday period and New Year.

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