Stag Confession

Hey folks, I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while. My boobies tried to kill me, so I had to get rid of them. I’ll post more when I’m feeling better. I’m sure writing about my exploits will put me in a better mood soon, but right now I have to concentrate on living and healing. I love you all and can’t wait to be back.

Hotwife Confession: Hotel Gangbang Party

Since some of you wanted to hear about our first gangbang party, here goes...

After my very first hotwife experience getting fucked by multiple guys at a local “bookstore,” my husband and I knew we wanted to experience a true gangbang for me. One of the swing lifestyle websites we joined had listings for different gangbang parties on its calendar and we started looking into them. After finding one that took place at a hotel close to us, we decided to sign up. They advertised it as a party for women who wanted there to be a LOT of men there. They provided condoms and lubes--along with snacks and soft drinks--and guaranteed a friendly, safe, “yes means yes, but no means no” atmosphere. We emailed the hosts, answered a few questions, shared a few photos, and set the date on our calendar.

On the day of the party, hubby helped me get completely shaved and we showered together before getting dressed. I wore my red hotwife dress and black heels, and had my hair up. Getting ready for a date together always made me feel sexy, but tonight I had to admit that I looked and felt especially good. There’s nothing quite like a freshly shaved pussy to make me feel good about myself!

We arrived at the hotel and texted the hosts, who gave us the room number and told us which entrance to come to (apparently you don’t use the main entrance at these things to avoid suspicion...). Harry, the host, met us at the door and let us in, leading us to the room. We weren’t the first to arrive, but there weren’t a whole lot of people there yet. Harry introduced us to his wife June, who showed us around the suite...two bedrooms and a sitting area with a kitchen. Other than Harry and June, there were about ten men, all sitting or standing around the sitting room and kitchen, making small talk and snacking. It seemed that most of them were regulars at the monthly gangbang party, and they knew each other already. We talked with a few of them, and got comfortable fairly quickly. They told us that within an hour, the room would be practically filled with men...usually only two or three women attended. My pussy was absolutely tingling with anticipation, and my husband was getting excited, too. I sat on the settee in the middle of a couple of the guys. Within about ten minutes, five more men arrived, and the room was getting pretty crowded. BUT NO ONE WAS NAKED YET! 

A few minutes later, another couple arrived, and the woman embraced the hostess enthusiastically. She was apparently one of the regulars, too. She was pretty...tall, thin, and had long dark hair. After chatting for a few minutes with a few people, she came over to me and introduced herself as Mae. Her husband Frank took her by the hand and they went into one of the bathrooms together. A few minutes later, they both emerged undressed...she was stripped down to nothing but a garter belt, fishnet stockings, and fuck-me boots (Note to self: buy a garter belt and stockings before my next date...she looked sexy AF). He was hairy all over, and had a nice cock...about 7-8″ soft, with low-hanging balls, but he had a bit of a belly (think Ron Jeremy).

My husband took the hint and brought me into the other bathroom. He helped me slip off my red dress and he hung it on the back of the door. I stood in front of the mirror and checked myself over. I was a little nervous, but my pussy was tingling and wet. My husband stayed dressed and we emerged from the bathroom together and went out to the sitting room. There were now about 15 men there, and 10-12 had already gone into the bedroom with Frank and Mae. I gave my husband a little kiss before walking into the opposite bedroom, just to peek at Mae and her potential lovers. Frank was sitting on the bed and she was on her back with her head in his lap, and one of the guys was on his knees between her legs eating her pussy. The others were all getting undressed or had their dicks in their hands stroking them and getting ready for their turn. 

I turned and walked out of the room, across the sitting room, and into “my” bedroom. My husband followed behind me, as did several of the men. Two or three of the men began stripping down, and I sat on the edge of the bed. A tall black man stripped off his shirt to reveal a gorgeous chest and abs, came over to me and started to remove his jeans. The bulge in his underwear was huge, and I helped him remove them. There were now a dozen other men in the room, removing their shoes and clothes, and I began stroking the BBC in front of my face. As I opened my lips and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth, an older, man came over next to us, and I began stroking his dick with one hand. It was average size, but the head was mushroom-shaped and really big. I was sucking on the tip of the huge cock in my mouth, when he held the back of my head and pressed it down onto him, gagging me a little as his cock entered my throat. I held back my gag reflex as much as possible, but couldn’t hold it forever. I pushed on his hips and he released my head. There were now a dozen men of all ages, shapes, and sizes standing around the bed, all stroking their cocks. My husband stood just inside the doorway watching us. 

I laid back and my black friend lifted my legs onto his shoulders and rolled on a condom. He started rubbing his cock against my dripping wet pussy and clit. I had a dick in each hand, and one in my mouth by now, and there were several sets of hands caressing my body, tits, and hair. I couldn’t concentrate on whose was whose. I have to admit it was a little overwhelming, but not uncomfortable at all. This is what I wanted, and I knew I was about to get more than I had bargained for. I felt the huge cock pressing against my pussy, and he pushed in slowly at first, as I stretched to accommodate him.  He was about the same size as my biggest toy, and I couldn’t wait to feel the real thing inside me, pounding against my cervix. As he went all the way in, I moaned with pleasure and the cock in my mouth began to pulse (already?!). It filled my mouth with cum, and as he pulled out and slid off the bed, another guy took his place almost immediately. I barely had time to swallow when his hard cock was being slapped against my cheek asking for attention. I caught a glimpse of my husband near the doorway, still dressed and watching intently. Keeping my hands working and trying to maintain coordination wasn’t easy while sucking cock and getting fucked. My black friend was pumping into my pussy relentlessly by now, which felt AMAZING, and he was holding my ankles high in the air as he drilled into me, my black patent leather heels pointing toward heaven. I could feel the MFM charm on my anklet digging slightly into my skin as he held my ankles with his powerful hands. After several minutes, one of the cocks in my hand began spurting cum all over my tits. He crawled off the bed, and was replaced momentarily by another lover. This one wasn’t quite hard yet, and I had to lube it up a little, so I rubbed my tits and got my hand covered in cum, using it as a lube for my hand. I could feel my black lover’s balls slapping against my ass with every stroke, and he began to pick up his pace. Suddenly he pulled out, ripped off the condom, and blew a huge load of cum. The first volley hit my neck, and the next several shots hit my tits and belly. He wiped his cock on my thigh and stepped away, as the older man with the mushroom head took his place.

As he put on a rubber and prepared to fuck me, I realized there were now three cocks in my face, and I was only sucking on one of them. I turned my head and sucked one of the others, and let go of the cocks in my hand as I reached for the other two at my head. I alternated sucking and stroking each of them, and within a few minutes, I had cum from all three cocks in my mouth and all over my face. As the man between my legs pumped in and out of my pussy, the men at my sides caressed my legs and jerked off over my belly. When he was ready to cum, my mushroom-headed friend stayed inside me, so that I felt his cock pulsing, but I couldn’t feel his hot cum filling me (another note to self: bareback is SO much better...need to discuss with hubby about altering this rule in the future).

Suddenly, I was being turned over by two of the men. A pair of them wanted to spit roast me, so I got on my knees on the bed, and moved up toward the middle. The one in front of me was Latino, and had an impressive, uncut cock. I took it into my mouth and began sucking it, as his buddy slapped my ass and pressed his cock into my pussy. He gripped my hips and began thrusting hard, pushing me farther onto his partner’s cock with each forward stroke. There were hands squeezing my tits, and one guy was rubbing my clit from underneath as I was being fucked from behind. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build, and soon I was finding it difficult to hold myself up on all fours. As I came, my whole body tensed up, and my legs began to shake. I could feel my pussy being pounded, and hands all over my body, but I just couldn’t control myself. As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed onto the bed, ass up and being pounded still.

They turned me onto my back, across the bed, and my head was hanging back over the edge so I could continue to suck on my Latino friend, while his buddy repositioned between my legs and lifted them toward my chest, lifting my ass off the bed slightly. As I felt the Spanish sausage enter my mouth and push in deep, I also felt the tip of a cock pressing against my puckered asshole. He was big, and I wasn’t expecting it, but as his head pushed past my sphincter, I relaxed my muscles and felt the thick shaft slide into me. I had a cock in my throat ready to blow, and another in my ass, while men were fondling me and diddling my clit. I was in seventh heaven! I felt my throat filling with cum as I gagged hard on the cock in my mouth. I couldn’t swallow, and coughed up cum and saliva as he pulled out of my mouth, his entire load spilling out and running up my nose and all over my face. Someone started fingering my pussy as I was being ass-fucked, and worked my G-spot with his fingertips. It sent me over the edge quickly, and I came again, squirting all over his hand and running down to my well-fucked ass. That made him start to cum, and he pulled out, tore off his rubber, and came all over my dripping wet pussy and ass. My finger friend rubbed the cum all over my pussy and continued diddling my clit, but it was super sensitive, and I felt like I needed to tap out for a minute to regroup. I looked up and just as I was about to say something, one of the men jerking off next to me came in my face, splashing my chin and neck with cum. I realized that I was COMPLETELY covered in cum from my hair to my thighs. I had no idea how many loads had been shot on me, or in my mouth, or on my face. I just knew I needed a second to recover.

The guys helped me up, and I rose to go to the bathroom. My husband came over to help me. Sticky and dripping, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror, and couldn’t believe my eyes. I really was completely covered. My mascara was smeared and my hair was caked in half-dried cum. My pussy was still tingling, and cum was running down my legs from the last load. 

I grabbed a hand towel to give myself a quick wipe-down, but my husband told me to wait a second. He came over to me, and kissed me gently on the lips. He licked his own lips and tasted the cum from my face. He cupped my breasts in his hands, and rubbed the cum into my skin. Then he knelt in front of me, and ran his hands down my body, rubbing in the cum lotion as he went. When he reached my pussy, he wiped some of the dripping cum from my thigh and inserted his fingers inside me. My knees buckled from the feeling, and I had to catch myself on the bathroom counter. He stood with a smile, and I turned to use the toilet. I peed, and when I was done, I splashed a little water in my face to clean up a little. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw that the hostess had taken my place on the bed, and was being fucked like I had been only a few minutes earlier.

I walked through to Mae’s room, and there was another woman with her on the bed, along with four guys in an MFMFMM orgy. I turned back toward my husband, and kissed him again. There were four or five guys on the sofa and chairs, recuperating and having drinks. I went over to one of the guys who’s been in with Mae, whose cock was beginning to get hard again, took his drink from his hand, had a sip, and then got on my knees in front of him. I gave his cock a lick, and started blowing him in the chair. It was a nice, thick cock, and he tasted like cum...and pussy. Mae must have let him go bareback, and it was an immediate turn-on. I could hear moans of pleasure from both rooms, and I was loving the atmosphere. It was much more exciting than I had imagined, and I wasn’t uncomfortable at all anymore. I sucked his cock for a few more minutes, and invited him back into my bedroom. My husband followed, and I told him I had an idea. June and her lover made room for us on the bed, and I had my husband lay on his back. He was still fully dressed, and I knelt above him on all fours, in a 69 position. I asked my friend to fuck me doggy style while hubby ate me out from underneath. He reached for a condom, and I looked at hubby with an impish grin. “I know we had a rule...but wouldn’t it be nice to watch him fuck me raw?” My husband’s eyes lit up, and he said “Oh God, yes! I know you wanted to play it safe, but bareback would be so much better!”

I settled into position, and my lover knelt behind me. I told my husband to help him in, and he guided the cock in front of his face into my wet and warm hole. My husband began sucking on my engorged clit as my lover fucked me from behind, his balls rubbing back and forth across hubby’s forehead as he thrust his hips against my ass. My face was up against my husband’s cock, separated by the cloth of his pants. He had a huge wet spot from his precum, but I was saving him for later. One of the other guys in the room got up on the bed and knelt in front of me, and guided his cock into my open mouth. I sucked the tip as my pussy was being eaten and fucked at the same time. I started cumming when my lover stuck his thumb in my ass and picked up the pace of his thrusting. With my clit being sucked and my mouth and both holes filled, I came hard, and collapsed again onto my husband. My lover pulled out of my pussy and thrust his cock deep into my tight ass. Within a few seconds, my husband had his tongue deep in my pussy, and my lover was getting ready to cum. He was moaning and grunting, and he pulled out of my ass, ready to fuck my pussy again. My husband didn’t expect it, and when he pulled out to switch holes, he used his cock to push my husband’s face and tongue away from my dripping hole. He thrust deep into my pussy and came almost instantly. His hot cum flooded my quivering pussy and overflowed out of me as he drilled away. My husband got a face full of hot, white cum, mixed with my juices, and began licking my pussy clean as my lover pulled out. The cock in my mouth began throbbing and pulsing as he came deep in my throat, and one of the guys who was standing on the side of the bed watching us and stroking his dick shot his load onto my back.

We gathered our things, I got dressed, we said our goodbyes, and we drove home...talking about the night and reliving all the memories as we drove. The evening was nothing like anything either of us had imagined, let alone experienced before. It was every fantasy we’d ever discussed all rolled up into one night of debauchery and lust. I got my gangbang and hubby got his fucklicking/cum cleanup. He got to watch me fuck and be fucked, suck cock and get eaten out. I was his pornstar for the night, and I felt amazing! I got to be practically bathed (inside and out) with hot cum, and I discovered that being a slut wasn’t necessarily a bad thing! I felt like it was empowering and very satisfying to feel slutty when I was in control of the situation. When we got home, hubby stripped me down again, licked my body from head to toe, and cleaned my stretched and totally-used pussy. We showered together and because my pussy was so used, I jerked him off under the hot water. We fell asleep naked, wrapped in each other's arms where we belonged. 

Hotwife Confession: Halloween at the Sex Club

It was our first visit to this particular sex club, and on the way in we had told the bouncer it was our first time, so he was nice enough to give us the nickel tour of the place. He walked us across the dance floor and past the bar area (explaining that it was BYOB, but soft drinks and mixers were free), the two “couples only” lounge areas (no single men allowed in the sitting areas, except by express invitation of a couple), and the various “back rooms” (bedrooms for sex...with windows and door into the hallway that could be closed for privacy or left open for exhibition) and the “play pit” (an open sex area with a central “bed” with seats all around it for play or watching, also closed off to single men except by invitation of a couple). It was a little overwhelming at first, but after an hour or so of walking around and playing voyeur to dozens of couples, threesomes, and moresomes, we were really quite excited. He told us that one of the biggest events of the year was the Halloween Party, which was happening two weeks from that night (spoiler alert: we made our reservation on our way out of the club that night).

After watching through several of the play room windows, and getting a look at what was going on in the play pit, we sat in one of the lounge areas and made out for a while, and we saw another couple sitting on the sofa across from us having a really good time...she had gotten down on her knees in front of him and started blowing him. I was wearing my red dress and no panties, so G had easy access, and he started rubbing my vag, which was dripping wet after watching all the displays of sex and sexuality all night. He fingered me as I watched the other woman fellating her partner. I finally understood why G liked watching me so much...It really was hot watching a woman get fucked or suck a cock. After cumming on his fingers, we made our way out of the club and headed home. The whole way home we talked about what costumes we’d want to wear to the Halloween party.

The following weekend, on Sunday, G came home from church with his costume idea...several years earlier, when I was pregnant, we’d gone to his cousin’s Halloween party as a drunken priest and a pregnant nun. Sacrilegious? Maybe...but definitely irreverently fun! He still had the clerical shirt and would go as a priest. I didn’t want to go as a nun, and as we were watching the game that afternoon, I came up with my idea. I went into the bedroom and stripped naked. I put on just a mesh football jersey and applied some eyebrow pencil in thick bands under my eyes like the football players do. I slipped on a pair of Skechers heels so they looked like sneakers, but gave me the few inches of lift my 5′0″ frame needed...and I headed back out to the living room. G’s jaw dropped when he saw me come into the room, and I knew my costume would be perfect. My nipples were clearly visible through the mesh, and the jersey just BARELY covered my ass. If I bent over, you could see anything you wanted to see.

When the big night arrived, we got dressed in our costumes, and I grabbed a trench coat to cover up on the way there. When we arrived at the club, it was already packed with people. The bouncer had been right. There were four or five times as many people at the club than there had been two weeks earlier. When we walked into the main room, I was getting the once over by a bunch of the guys, and G was getting patted on the back with “great costume!” and “forgive me father, for I have sinned,” comments from everyone he met. We decided to take a lap around the place like we had the first night. All of the costumes were great! Sexy, funny, elaborate, or simple...couples’ matching costumes and groups of friends in theme outfits. By the time we got to the back rooms and play pit, most of the costumes were either halfway or fully removed, and most of the rooms’ windows were open so everyone could see what was going on inside. Several members of the Justice League were fucking the shit out of Wonder Woman and Batgirl in one room, and there was a leopard with butt plug tail and a strapon pegging a werewolf on a leash in another. I have to say, the costumes made the night WAY more entertaining than just watching naked people have sex. I was dripping wet already (and I would have sworn my juices were running down my inner thighs walking around the club). 

When we got to the play pit, I’d had enough...Luckily, there were only a few couples sitting around the circle, and no one was on the bed in the center (it was more like a 6′ leather ottoman than a bed, but I digress...) I whispered in G’s ear that I wanted him to go down on me in the play pit. He was a little surprised that I wanted HIM to go down on him...he expected me to pick someone else at first, but he was more than happy to oblige. We made our way to the bed and I laid back on the ottoman. I raised my knees and spread my legs for him. He got between them, hooked his arms around them, and lifted my jersey a few inches, to expose my shaved and glistening pussy. He started licking my clit and sucking on it, flicking his tongue in and out of my dripping pussy. Within a few minutes, Snow White came over to the bed and leaned over me. She was stunning, with her bright red lipstick and jet black bangs. She asked me if it was OK to kiss me, and I gave a little nod, although I was nervous because I had never kissed a girl before (no, I never experimented with my roommates or sorority sisters in college...despite how many times G begs me to reveal the secret). When G saw her lips touch mine and watched us start to french kiss as he was going down on me, he sucked hard on my clit and made me cum. Snow White ran her fingers through my hair (yes, it felt wonderful...almost as good as when a man does it) and pulled my face toward hers as we locked lips and tasted each other’s tongues. Electric waves ran through my whole body, and my thighs clamped down on G’s head as he struggled to keep going while I came on his face. I moaned as we kissed, and when my orgasm had subsided, Snow White said she wanted a turn. 

G moved out of the way as Snow White took his place between my knees. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but when her expert tongue began to lick my pussy, I didn’t care what else was going on. Oh. My. God! She knew exactly how to lick my clit, and she inserted two fingers inside me and instantly found my g-spot, which drove me wild. I came again for her almost immediately as I grasped her head and held it in between my legs. When I relaxed, she lifted her head and smiled at me (note to self...find out what brand of lipstick she was wearing...it was still perfect). It was then that I realized Prince Charming was watching us from the seats around the pit. G had taken a seat and was watching intently, and I gestured to the handsome prince across from him to come on over. I wanted to suck some dick while I was being eaten and fingered. He had on green tights, a puffy shirt, and a red suede vest, and wore a crown and a plastic sword on a leather belt. I could see the bulge running down his left leg, and I reached for it as he came over to the ottoman. He took off the sword and belt, and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of the tights, pulling them down and revealing his gorgeous cock. It stood at attention before me, and I grasped it by the base and gave it a light squeeze. I pulled him around behind me and tilted my head back off the edge of the ottoman. I gave his balls a lick, and took each one into my mouth as he got into position above my face. He moaned as I sucked his balls, and I stroked his shaft as his precum began to flow. 

He took his cock in his hand and aimed it at my open mouth, and I tasted his precum as I closed my lips around his head. He stood there and let me suck him and lick him as he watched Snow White licking my pussy and finger fucking me with expert technique. I wrapped my arm around his thigh and pulled him closer, and he entered my throat slowly. I held back the urge to gag, and took him all the way to the base of his shaft. He began to fuck my throat, and Snow White looked up at him and smiled. “You have to taste this, hon...she’s delicious!” He fucked my mouth a few more times, and then abruptly pulled out, slapped his cock a few times on my face, and moved around to where Snow White was just beginning to make me cum again. Her fingers were magical, and they were driving me wild as she flicked her tongue across my clit. I was just starting to cum, when she pulled away and Prince Charming thrust his cock deep inside me. He stretched me wide apart, and grasped my legs by the ankles, lifting them high in the air as he spread my legs apart. He leaned in and fucked me deeply, as I came hard. My legs quivered and shook in the air as he held them steady, and his cock battered my cervix over and over again.

Snow White lifted my jersey above my boobs and began licking and sucking my nipples as Prince Charming fucked the shit out of me. There were several onlookers now, all watching me get pleasured over and over again by this fantasy royal couple. G was stroking his cock through his black slacks, enjoying every moment of the scene before him. Snow White kissed me again, and I could taste myself all over her lips and tongue. Prince Charming lowered his hands to my knees and pushed my legs up to my chest, mounting me even deeper and fucking me harder with his big cock. He was pounding away at me and I was unable to kiss Snow White because I was screaming out in ecstasy. I wanted him to fuck me harder and faster and deeper and let everyone in the pit know exactly what I wanted. I’d never been so vocal during sex, and I was totally uninhibited. Snow White pinched my nipples and pulled on them, and Prince Charming pushed my legs farther up, as his pace quickened. His balls were slapping my ass, and the wet, sloppy sounds of our genitals slapping against one another were loud enough to be heard, even over my screams of pleasure. I begged him to cum inside me, but as he was about to cum, he pulled out and Snow White lunged at his cock, taking him in her mouth. I watched jealously as his cock pulsated in her mouth, filling it with hot cum. She pulled her mouth off his cock and leaned down to me, moving in for another kiss. As our lips touched, she opened hers and I felt the cum begin to leak out of her mouth. I opened my mouth to receive her tongue and the hot, thick load of cum she was sharing with me. We snowballed the hot jizz in a sexy live girl-on-girl porn routine for G and Prince Charming (and apparently everyone else watching us in the pit, because we got a round of applause and some boisterous cheers when I finally swallowed the huge load). 

I don’t know about a Trick, but I definitely got a Treat that night!

Billions and billions served…

#True #TeamBeyondFreak (Taken with instagram)

As you know from my previous stories, G loves to clean me up after I’ve been fucked, and he loves to eat both his own cum from me and other men’s as well. One of his favorite positions is underneath me as I’m being fucked doggy style, when he licks and sucks my clit as my lover’s cock slams into my pussy.

Well, I told him today that I had been fantasizing about him sucking my lover clean afterward, too. I want him to catch the cum leaking out of me, lick me clean, and then suck my lover’s cock clean, too. I would love to share that duty and have both of us lick and suck my lover’s cock after he’s fucked me.

I know he embraces his bi-side sometimes, and I can’t wait to see if he’ll actually do it!

Couldn’t have said this better myself. Great post!

Hotwife Lifestyle - Understanding Our Man’s Hotwife Fantasy and How to Use That to Our Advantage

The fantasy of having a “Hotwife” is growing, in fact, research shows it is growing at a higher rate than a good majority of the other lifestyle alternatives, including the old staple of “swinging” and the modern “open relationship”.  Why is it that a fantasy that revolves around only one part of a relationship – the woman – going out and finding pleasure from another man more intriguing to an increasing number of men than going out and “getting some” for himself?  

Basic psychology tells us that men are highly competitive creatures.  They have a drive to compete with other males of the species for the best mate – this isn’t so much different than what happens in the animal kingdom.  Most men have an innate drive to compete with other men when it comes to the “best mate” or the “most attractive woman”.  With this being said, one of the reservations of most women who find out about their husband or partner’s Hotwife fantasy is that he is somehow “weaker” than the rest because he wants to give up his position as your only partner.  Is this really true, though?  Could the truth lie somewhere within today’s man’s loss of natural competition in everyday life, and a desire to maintain a level of competition after marriage or “monogamy”?  Is this weakness, or rather the ultimate confidence?  

Cuckholding aside, because this aspect of the fantasy requires a bit more in terms of a “woman led” relationship, and a bit more from the man in terms of a desire for mental sadomasochism, a good majority of men enjoy the idea that they have been able to “capture” the best mate and even when she’s out having amazing physical and emotional experiences with men who may have qualities that actually supersede their own – a better body, a larger cock, youth, more prowess in bed – their woman actually WANTS to come back to them at the end of the night.  While most Hotwife-Husbands do get some level of turn-on from the jealousy and the possibility that their Hotwife may actually be enjoying their dates more than they enjoy being “at home”, the overwhelming desire is the competition and the “win” in terms of having a wife who chooses them again and again even after being allowed to go out and have other men.  

As Hotwives, we may be the focus of the fantasy, but there is that deeper and more psychological desire of a man who, even after committing to one woman, is able to compete with other males sexually.  This is why the desire for “reclaiming” a Hotwife after a date is so strong – it’s actually been scientifically proven that men who are able to reclaim a partner after she has been with someone else have an increase in testosterone levels, which means stronger desire, more powerful erections, longer lasting erections, and an overall stronger sex drive.  So, what does this mean for us as Hotwives?

He Enjoys the Jealousy, Go with It

As women we’ve learned that inducing some jealousy can actually be a good thing when it comes to dating – before we’ve found our “person”.  We use our female prowess to keep the men who we are seeing guessing…why?  Because they seem more interested in us when it seems as though we may not be 100% there.  So, if this works in the dating world, why wouldn’t it work once we’re married? In contrast, women typically don’t respond as well, or in the same way to jealousy – we tend to worry, question, and sometimes shut down if we feel that he might be “just not that into us”.  Naturally, because of our own feelings on the matter, we tend to avoid making our men jealous once we’ve committed to them, because we, ourselves don’t want to feel as though we’re in constant competition with other, more attractive, sexier, younger, etc., women.  Why would we do something to the man that we love that we, ourselves, would hate?

For men, though, and especially those with Hotwife fantasies, jealousy is a big component and tool for us to keep our men hot and bothered.  Sometimes just the mere mention of being flirted with by that cute guy at our favorite restaurant, or our interest in the sexy personal trainer at the gym is enough to send our men into a sexual frenzy.  It doesn’t take a lot to feed the fantasy.  It’s not ALL about dates and recounting how well we got worked over in the bedroom (and how much we loved it), though that is the ultimate turn on for our men, it’s also about the little things – the mention of our interest in someone else, the sexy messages that we send to potential lovers or Bulls, the “tease” of how much we loved what our last Bull did for us and how much we’re looking forward to doing it again.  Remember, this ignites the “competition” element of things, which is natural for men.

The More You Enjoy it, the More He Enjoys it

You may be thinking, “But I’m doing it for him, I’m not doing it for myself” (a common theme by A LOT of Hotwives), but in reality, our men WANT us to enjoy our encounters. They want to hear about what this “other guy” did for or to is that sent us over the edge, and yes, they want to hear what we liked better about the “other guy”.  I know it seems crazy, because we don’t want to imagine our men, even if we did allow them to be with other women, thinking that their “others” were better, sexier, hotter or had something that we don’t.  That’s because we don’t have that “competition drive” like our men do.

Let’s face it, despite what our men tell us – “It’s all about your pleasure” or “I don’t get anything out of it unless you’re enjoying it, because I love you so much” – this isn’t some ultimate “unselfish” thing our men are doing for us.  These things come out of their mouths, but what they are really saying is “I want to know that you came three times while he was fucking you, and you STILL want to come home to me”.  It’s their kink, and we have to understand it.  

So, if you’ve actually taken the step into the world of Hotwifing, you’re going to have to learn how to properly tease your man into believing that, just maybe, your Bull was better than him in some ways.  Whenever you think “But I’m only doing it for him”, follow that us with “I’m doing it for him and he WANTS to know that I absolutely enjoyed it”.  Find some aspect of your encounter that was mind-blowing, and recount, in great detail exactly what it was that sent you over the edge.  This may require a little bit of embellishment, and that’s OKAY…trust me…embellishment is your friend in this situation.  Tell your man about your Bull’s amazing cock, how good if felt, how good he tasted, how fantastic he was at oral sex, etc.  These are the things that will ramp up that competition streak in your man and make him want to reclaim you with increased vigor and desire.  

The More You Want Someone Else, The More Your Man Wants You

Again, you’re playing on the competition and the teasing aspect of things here…  The more that you act as if you WANT to be a Hotwife, the more that your husband or partner is going to WANT you.  His desire for you is going to skyrocket, his sexual desire for you is going to make it so that he’s ready to chew his own leg off to get you back in bed.  I have experienced this firsthand many times…if I am completely honest about an “encounter” and admit to “D” that my Bull was lacking in some way, or I didn’t quite “get there”, he isn’t nearly as turned on as when I tell him about how amazing things were.  I don’t like or believe in lying, but I do advocate for being selective and stretching the truth…maybe your lover wasn’t the best at giving oral sex, but maybe he was an amazing kisser, so a good answer would be “he was amazing with his mouth” and leave the rest up for interpretation.  

We’re women.  We are strong and capable and we are smart.  And the truth is, this is a GAME we are playing for and with our husbands/partners, so we need to get our heads into the game. Furthermore, this is an intellectual game, and we need to use our intellects to get to where we want to be.  Where do we want to be?  We want to have a husband/partner who is absolutely drooling over us, believes we are the ultimate sexual goddess, and in is jealous enough to realize that in order to “compete” they will need to step up their own game in order to “keep” us satisfied – be that with amazing sex, extra romance, other rewards, or all of the above.  

Happy Hotwifing!

-S

How goes a man go from being a family man with a loving faithful life who finds out his wife has been deceitfully cheating on him with his best friend then miraculously get over it, except it and become a cuckold? He’s now pimping his wife out by arranging reckless, bareback, gangbang sex with total strangers followed by eating their cum from her pussy. It seems like all love for each other is lost and he’s punishing her, using sex as a weapon, for her betrayal. However she seems to be having the time of her life fucking superior men while he basically watches or marginally participates on her command. Maybe write a confession story for us readers explaining how this seemingly all about sex marriage works?

Here are my thoughts:

1) ^^accept it

2) A cuckold is a man whose wife cheats on him without his knowledge (or in some cases, with his knowledge, but without his consent). We’re a “Stag and Vixen” or “Hotwife” couple. I not only know about her other partners, but I encourage her to have sex with them. 95% of the time, I’m there to watch. Sometimes she just tells me about it afterward or sends me selfies from her dates. I don’t mind the cuckold label per se, but it’s not strictly accurate.

3) “pimping” implies that she’s a whore. She may be a first class, verified, card-carrying, four-star, certified, dyed-in-the-wool, cream-of-the-crop slut, but she’s no whore. Even if she doesn’t resent the implication, I do.

4) It’s kind of like this: “To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary, to one without faith, no explanation is possible.” If you don’t understand the hotwife lifestyle (or cum cleanup fetishes, or the concept of “compersion,” etc.), there’s no way I can effectively explain any of it to you. And frankly, I shouldn’t have to explain myself. There are dozens, if not hundreds, of websites out there that do it for me.

5) There’s no love lost between us at all. We’re very much in love and enjoy sex with each other way more than we used to. Our marriage and sex life are more than fine (thank you for your concern, though). But do you really care to understand us, or are you just pushing buttons? It seems like you’ve already made up your mind about us. I did write a confession recently describing the first time I realized the thought of her with someone else turned me on, and actually telling her I wanted to watch her with other men. It was titled, “Stag Confession: The Realization.”  

We sincerely hope you enjoy Kat’s stories, but if you don’t, there are plenty of other Tumblr blogs out there. You’re free to unfollow us. 

Beautiful!

Her Ex Over the Phone

“Hey babe, what’s up?”

“Hiiiiiii,” she said, her voice less of a slur and more of a moan. It was a sound that was intimately familiar. Achingly so.

“Where are you?”

“He asked me up for a drink after dinner.”

The phone felt heavy in my hand as I lay back on our bed. When she told me she was going out with her ex for dinner so they could catch up I asked her. Was it going to be more? Did she want to hook up with him again? Just be honest and we’ll work it out.

But she had said no again and again until I began to believe her. At least until I answered the phone.

“Are you having a good time?” I asked, unsure of what answer I wanted.

“We’re having a VERY good time,” she whispered, a hint of a giggle in her voice.

“Is he there now?”

“I’m calling from the bathroom. You know. I wanted to talk before it went too far.”

My traitorous cock twitched at the implication. How far had it gone if not too far? And was she calling to ask for permission?

“What’s too far?” I finally asked, my voice low and intentional.

“I meant any further than it already has. Please don’t be mad, I know I said nothing was going to happen, but you know me better than I do, I guess. He’s just so…”

“So what?”

“So familiar.”

Her answer sent a jolt through me––a combination of jealousy and desire. It was a deadly combination and I couldn’t let it go. I asked her again what had happened and this time there was something else in her voice. Something deep and demanding.

Something that no longer asked for forgiveness.

“We started kissing when we got back here, but it was all so familiar, you know? And it felt silly to stop just because…I mean, just because I’m married now. So we went to the bedroom and I guess I got carried away. It’s been so long and I wanted to remember. I knelt on the floor by his bed, I undid his jeans, and I sucked his cock.”

“Did he come?” I asked, my cock now achingly hard.

“In my mouth.”

“Fuck,” I said, reaching down and touching myself. “Is that it? Or was there more? Do you want more?”

“It’s been so long,” she sighed. “I don’t think I can hold back. Even if I wanted to.”

“You don’t want to?”

“No,” came her reply. “Just once more. Just one more time I want to…”

“To what?”

“I want to fuck him.”

“But you haven’t yet?”

Her pause was long and weighty. I held my breath even as my hand moved faster. I could picture his face as she lay on her back, her legs open––waiting for him. I knew the games they played and the way they fucked, god knows she had told me enough times.

“Not really. He rubbed against me. But he didn’t put it in. I got up to call you first. It barely counts, right? Maybe the head, but just a little. We used to fuck all the time, so it felt strange to hold back. No more than halfway in, I promise.”

“Fuck, Beth, that’s so much. His cock was inside you?”

“Only a little.”

I paused again before I asked the next question. It was out of my control, and besides, I was going to come in short order.

“And you want the rest of it?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “He felt so good, and I’ve missed it. I promise I’ll be good and come home to you. I’ll come back when we’re done and tell you all about it.”

“Will you be safe?”

Her pause lasted for hours.

“We never have before, and besides…”

“Besides what?”

“He was already there. I mean, we didn’t really fuck, but he was in me. I had to stop before I let him keep going. Please, just let me have this. I want him to fuck me so badly. I want him to take me and use me and…I want him to…”

“You want his come?” I asked, my hand moving faster and faster.

“Yes,” she admitted as I felt myself reach the point of no return. “I promise I’ll be home soon. We’re both so close and he’s so ready. Besides…I already promised him. I already told him he could come inside me, just like he always did. I love you and I’ll see you soon.”

The phone went dead as I picture it all and I cried out into my lonely room as I exploded onto my hand and the bed, coming harder than I had in months.

I pictured her on her back, his thick cock inside her as she begged for it, and I knew she was already there. I knew that just seconds after she hung up he was inside her, fucking her––fucking my wife––because she wanted it more than she could bear.

When my phone went off a moment later with a picture, my cock was instantly hard again. I stared at it and held my breath wondering how I let it happen.

And then I was on my stomach, jerking off frantically as I stared at the screen and waited desperately for her to come home to me.

Waiting for her to let me taste her after everything she had done.

Waiting for her to tell me she loved me.

-gny

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Y’all are too clean minded! His cock was dripping with precum and it felt so good as I rubbed my feet up and down its length, teasing the head with my toes. My feet were covered in his hot cum about 10 minutes later.