Today Is Hubby's Birthday...which Means I Get To Give A Mind-blowing Blowjob This Morning. And For His

Hotwife/Cuckold Question:

How many of you got into your present relationship knowing you were a stag/vixen, hotwife, or cuckold couple? How many got into the lifestyle later on after being a “vanilla” couple for some time? Was it because one of you cheated and it turned the other on, or were you living out a fantasy? Who brought up the idea first? Whose decision was it to act on your fantasies? Curious how many people had the same experience we did.

We were married over 10 years, and had been faithful to each other. I cheated and he caught me, and after a brief period of anger and resentment, we found that talking about the affair turned him on...thinking about me with another guy made him hard as a rock and fueled some really great sex. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. We watched a lot of hotwife/cuckold porn, and one night after a family wedding he told me he wanted to watch me do it, so we went to a “bookstore” and he watched me have sex with several other men. It’s been a wild ride in the 10 years or so since then, and we’ve both loved living the lifestyle and the enjoying its benefits. What about you?

Hotwife Confession: Gangbang Porn

Lately, G and I have been watching Czech Gangbang porn together. The thought of having 50 or more guys come to our house and fuck me over and over, cumming inside me and on my body and in my mouth... having cocks in my pussy, ass, hands, and mouth (sometimes all at once)...being completely covered in cum...all while G watches...

1) TOTALLY turns me on.

2) TOTALLY turns G on.

3) Is my ultimate gangbang fantasy.

4) Is G's ultimate cum cleanup fantasy.

5) Is definitely a bucket list item for us.

(Just please leave the silly masks at home...)

And while we're on the subject, the Czech Fantasy videos with the gloryholes/fuck windows and all the girls getting anonymously pounded by dozens of guys...OMG...I would love to be in one of those! Another bucket list item!

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!

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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Eating pussy never turned me on much, however I get a real thrill out of kissing my husband just after he’s cleaned my pussy after sex (with him or another lover…or both). I just love the scent and taste of our combined sex…cum, pussy juices, etc. I especially love it when his beard is all wet and he gives me sloppy kisses. Afterward I lick my lips and can still taste us. Mmmmm.

Testing this trick out to see if it works.

Stag Confession: The Realization

It wasn’t long after I caught her cheating. We were sitting in bed, talking about the affair, and figuring out how to work things out. Out of morbid curiosity, I needed to know exactly what had happened between them. I wanted to hear every detail. Kat didn’t really want to tell me about it, she said she didn’t see the point in dredging up the past if it was over. I insisted. As she related the story of how she met him in the parking lot at Walmart, and told me how she sucked his cock in the front seat of his car, I found myself completely aroused by hearing her tell the story. She kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to hear the details, and I said yes...that I needed to hear all about it. At one point, as she was telling me how big his cock was, and how she gagged on it when she took him all the way into her throat, I had to reach down and adjust my hard-on in my pants, as it was getting uncomfortable. 

“Do you have a hard-on?” she asked. I shrugged and said yes, that I was strangely turned on by hearing her story. “That’s kinda fucked up, don’t you think?” I shrugged again. 

“I guess so, but hearing you describe yourself sucking cock is fucking hot. I can't help it. I never told you before, but whenever you used to mention your old lovers, or tell me about past sexual experiences, I got hard then, too.”

“That is REALLY fucked up,” she said with a wry smile. “You may not have told me, but I knew you got hard when I told you about Ed. That was obvious...we were naked at the time and I could see your reaction.”

My cock twitched just thinking about that story. I rubbed myself through my pants, and I could feel the precum leaking from it in my underwear. “Yeah, I figured you chalked that up to me being ready for round two.”

“No...I could tell it turned you on to hear how huge he was.” She was right. Ed was the one lover from her past that I would give my left nut to watch fuck her. She described his cock to me one time when I’d asked which of her exes had the biggest cock. She’d asked me if she was limited to exes or just the biggest cock she’d ever had. Ed had been a one night stand, so she didn’t really consider him an ex.

“Would you tell me about him again? I'm not sure why, but I think I’d like to hear that story again right now...” I said as I absent-mindedly stroked my cock.

“Sure. But why don’t you lay back while I tell you about that night,” she said as she moved my hand from my lap and began gently stroking me herself. “It was my freshman year at college. My roommate Aimee was trying to date this guy Steve, and he’d invited her to his house for dinner. He was a senior and lived off campus in a rented house with another senior, named Ed. Aimee asked me to come with her and we’d do a ‘double date’ dinner. The boys would cook, and we’d bring the wine. I wasn’t too happy about the fact that I’d never met Ed, but she was my roommate, and I didn’t want her to have to go alone.” 

As she unbuckled my belt and began to unzip my fly I said, “You can skip the dinner and get to the best part if you want.”

“Oh, no...you’re going to hear it all again. Help me take these off.” I hooked my thumbs under my belt and lifted my hips as I shucked off my pants and underwear in one pull. She took my hard cock in her hand and began rubbing in the precum that had accumulated. Her hand stroking my cock made squishing sounds as she pumped it. “When we got to the house, Ed met us at the door and invited us into the kitchen, where Steve was making pasta. Ed was about 6′4, and handsome. He was broad-shouldered and toned, but not jacked. He had a really nice smile, and the brightest blue eyes. The first chance I got, I whispered to Aimee that I was glad she’d asked me on the double date. We sat in the kitchen and opened the box of wine. After a few glasses, I was feeling a little tipsy, but I recovered myself as we ate dinner and I got some food in me. Aimee and Steve were seriously flirting all night, and I was glad things were going well for her. Ed was trying really hard to be charming, but I didn't really feel a strong connection with him. He was cute, and had a really nice body, but I didn’t really see it going anywhere.” My cock was throbbing as Kat stroked it gently, not jerking me off...she wanted me to last for the rest of the story...so she just gently stroked me as she spoke. I reached out and touched her breast, and ran my fingers over her t-shirt to feel her erect nipple.  

“After dinner, Aimee asked if she could use the restroom, and Steve said he’d show her where it was. They disappeared down the hall, and Ed and I made small talk, with a little flirting on the side. When they didn't come back after ten or fifteen minutes, Ed and I figured we knew what was going on in there. He made a pretty lame pass at me, basically asking if I wanted to go into his room while they were getting busy in Steve’s. I hadn’t really considered it, but I figured ‘what the hell, he's cute...why not?’ and moved closer to him on the couch so we could make out. If he was a good kisser, I thought, maybe I’d go inside with him and see where things went.” At the thought of her leaning over to kiss Ed, and picturing her lips touching his, thinking about her arms wrapped around him while he groped her perky young boobs, and knowing what was coming next in her story, my cock pulsed again as more precum flowed from the tip.

“When I ran my hand across his chest as we kissed, he rolled toward me and leaned on top of me. He was a decent kisser, and his hands were all over me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we made out, and one of his hands moved down to my thigh. He started to go for my crotch, and I pushed him off, but he was persistent. I opened my thighs a little, and he rubbed me through my slacks. It felt nice as he kissed me, and when he reached up to go under my waistband to touch me, I didn’t resist. His fingertips found my panties, and slipped under the fabric, over my trimmed pubes, and followed the heat to my vag.” I was harder than ever now, and felt like I might cum at any second. I tried hard to think of something else, like baseball or my bank balance or the fact that the fireplace needed cleaning, but I couldn't concentrate on anything other than her voice, telling me how his fingertip slid over her clit and found its way inside her tight pussy. Hearing her imitate the moan she let out that night so long ago, and hearing her describe how his second finger slipped in alongside the first, and how he wiggled them inside her, driving her wild on the couch, was driving ME wild. I begged her to stop stroking me, but she kept going. 

“Since he was fingering me, I figured I’d reach down and at least rub him while we made out. As I felt past his belt buckle, I found the bulge in his pants, and followed it down his leg...he was HUGE. I didn't know exactly how big...but I knew I’d never felt anything like it before. He was semi-hard, and it went almost to his knee before I reached the tip. He stopped kissing me and asked if I wanted to go into his room now. I nodded as I felt the length and girth of his half-hard cock.”

“I love this next part, but you’re going to make me cum before we get there!” I pleaded. She grinned again as she stroked even faster, and I exploded in her hand, shooting cum everywhere on her, me, and the bed. “God damn it! I wanted to last until the good part.”

“Don't worry. I’m not done yet,” she whispered, as she leaned down and kissed the tip of my cock, which had already shrunk to its flaccid state. She took me into her mouth and sucked gently, and the feeling of her tongue teasing the supersensitive head of my dick made me jump. She stopped moving her tongue, and just held me in her mouth, as she caressed my thigh. She spotted a glob of cum on my belly, and released me from her mouth, as she licked up the cum and showed me her tongue, coated in white jizz. She leaned down again and sucked gently on my cock, as she swallowed the cum in her mouth. After a few minutes, my dick began to stiffen, and she sat up again, holding me in her hand and helping me get hard again. 

She continued her story, “We went into his room and sat on the edge of his bed. We were making out still, and I was stoking his cock (like this) through his pants. I wanted to see it so badly, but I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. It felt so freaking big,” she teased, as she rubbed my dick back to life. She was going to do everything in her power to tease me as she told me about the biggest cock she’d ever fucked. “You know the big dildo we have in the bag in the closet? Not the 8″ one. Not the big, black, 10″ one. The really BIG one. The one as long as your arm. The one I can’t get my hands around. The one with the head as big as a baseball. Do you know that one?” she teased. I nodded my head slowly. “Well, he was bigger than that! I was honestly frightened by it when he pulled off his pants and his half-hard cock stared me in the face, its purplish head right in front of my mouth. He’d fingered me a little, and I was pretty wet, but there was no way my 5′0″ frame was going to handle over a foot of man meat.”

I was writhing beneath her touch, as she described the gigantic cock she’d once had, and my heart was racing with excitement. “I tried to get my hands around it to stroke him, and I literally couldn’t get them all the way around it. I rubbed his precum around his head, and he began to get harder. It wasn’t like most other dicks I’d had before...they usually curve upward when they’re hard, but his was so big, it was like it couldn't fill all the way with blood, and it bent downward slightly when it was fully hard. It was just. Frigging. Huge. I was shaking as I told him I didn’t see how he could possibly fit inside me. Clearly, he’d heard this before, and said he would be OK if I just blew him. So I licked his head and tasted his precum. It was thick, and warm, and salty flavored. I licked his head and ran my tongue around the circumference of his giant tool.”

My cock was throbbing again as she described her mouth’s “first contact” with Ed’s massive cock. She demonstrated how she licked him by running her tongue around the head of my cock. “Kind of like this,” she said, “but he was SOOOO much bigger than you. I’m telling you...it was MASSIVE. I tried to get my lips over his head, but I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough. I could only get about half of his head into my mouth. I flicked my tongue on the tip of his cock as I tried to suck him, but my jaw just wouldn’t accommodate him.

“So I stood up and slid off my slacks, and he reached out to help with my panties. When they fell to my ankles, he slipped his fingers inside me again, and my knees buckled as he rubbed my g-spot. I was wet now, and my pussy was quivering. I wanted him, but I was scared.” She leaned down and deep-throated my cock easily, and continued, “there’s no way I could have done that to him.” 

I knew what came next in her story, and I wanted to hear her tell me again. I’d jerked off to the memory of this story hundreds of times...and here she was stroking my cock as she was telling me the story once again, but this time making me a part of it as she rubbed and licked and sucked my dick. “He laid me down on the bed and got between my legs. He fingered me some more, and licked my clit. I was so nervous, I wasn’t sure I could cum, but he was certainly trying hard. I was dripping wet from his saliva and my juices, and my clit was swollen and sensitive. I wanted to cum so badly...but I couldn’t. I guess he decided I was wet enough to try though, so he knelt between my legs, and I asked him about a condom. He shook his head, and said they didn’t fit. I asked him if he had any to try, and he reached over to the nightstand for a magnum sized rubber. I tore the package and put it against the tip of his cock. As I attempted to roll it over the head, it ripped as it got past the ridge of his purple knob. I was on the pill, and it wasn’t the first time I'd be having sex without a condom, but I usually dated the guy for months before that...”

“I know...it was over two months before you’d let me cum inside you when we first dated. I loved the first time I came inside you flesh to flesh.”

“Shhh,” she whispered. “I’m in the middle of a story. Let me continue...

“So I threw the ripped condom on the floor next to its wrapper, and told him to pull out when he came...if he could even get his cock inside me. He grasped his cock about mid-shaft, lining up the head with my tight pussy. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the head of his giant cock, and rubbed it against my clit. He let me use him as a dildo for a few minutes, but the urge to get his dick wet was too strong, and he started to line up with my hole again.”

“Oh my God, I love this part...” I mumbled. She grinned and said, “me too. It was AMAZING.” She let go of my cock, and licked her palm, coating it with her saliva. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, and slowly lowered it onto my dick so that she was holding me like a cow’s udder in her hand. “I wanted to feel him slip inside me like that. I wanted to swallow his giant cock with my pussy. I wanted to feel him split me apart with his massive tool.” She stroked me like that as she told me how much she wanted another man’s cock inside her. I was in heaven, and my heart was racing again. She pulled her hand away, and my cock was left throbbing as she looked me in the eye and said, “but he just couldn’t fit inside me...”

“We tried. We tried so hard. He had lube in his nightstand, and we tried that. He almost got the head inside me when we’d lubed him up with KY, and it was messy and slippery and felt wonderful, but he couldn’t get it inside me...I was just too tight for him. He laid on his back and I mounted him. He sucked my nipples and squeezed my boobs as I pushed myself against his hard cock, trying to guide it in myself with one hand as I pressed against it. But we couldn’t do it.”

“Tell me what happened next, but keep touching me...please!” I begged her as I pushed my dick toward her hand.

“I laid back down on the bed, and he started fingering me again. But this time, he had two fingers in my pussy when I felt the fingers of his other hand start to go in. Before I knew it, he had two fingers from each hand inside my wet pussy, covered in KY and stretching me to my limit. He was fucking me hard with his four fingers, and I began to feel the first stirrings of an orgasm. Finally! His hands were working in and out of me relentlessly, and the heat from my pussy emanated throughout my belly, my thighs, and then on throughout the rest of my body as I came violently from his touch. I needed to be filled by his huge cock, and when my body had relaxed and my orgasm subsided, I got on my knees and told him to try again.”

“Oh my God. I LOVE this part. Tell me more!” I begged, as she stroked my cock. 

“He got behind me, and pushed my shoulders down as my ass stuck up in the air. My face was buried in the sheets, as I felt him press the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy. I wanted him SOOO badly, and I relaxed completely, as my pussy felt his head pressing inward. I concentrated on relaxing my muscles and my hips. I completely surrendered myself to his cock, and I felt the pain of his head stretching me. I winced, and he stopped momentarily, but I made a gesture with my hand that indicated he should keep trying. He grabbed the KY and lubed up his cock again, then squirted some right into my pussy and stuck a finger inside me to spread the lube around inside. I felt him press against me again, and I pushed back on my knees as he grabbed my hips. He was stretching me more, and although it hurt, I felt like any second he might get past my lips and be inside me. I rocked back and forth against him, and felt his grip on my hips tighten, and he suddenly thrust his hips forward as the head of his humongous cock pushed past my lips and invaded my body. I bit the sheets and screamed in pain, as his cock stretched my pussy well past its limits. Just the head was inside me, and I felt like I couldn’t take even another inch.”

She was stroking my cock faster now, as she was getting excited herself about the story. I saw that she was touching herself with her other hand as he jerked my cock. “I tried rocking forward to get some relief, but he was inside me now, and wasn’t going to give that up. I really didn’t want him to, either, but the pain was as intense as the pleasure. He paused, and his hands caressed my ass as he waited for me to indicate that I was OK. He asked if I was alright. I gave the smallest of nods with my head as I grunted and pushed back toward him slightly. He gripped my hips again, and slowly, carefully, and gently pressed his hips forward. His shaft was still covered in KY, and now that the head was inside me. he was able to slip deeper inside me as he slowly pushed forward. The pain was subsiding, and I felt completely full. I didn’t think I could accommodate any more, when he pulled backward so that his head was pulling against my opening, and suddenly he thrust his hips forward and impaled me on his giant cock.”

She squeezed me hard as she said it, to imitate what Ed was feeling as his cock filled her tight pussy all those years ago. She was rubbing her clit faster now, and was getting short of breath as she continued to tell me of her biggest lover. Her brow was moist with perspiration, and she was rocking back and forth as she rubbed her clit and my cock.

“He thrust forward and I felt the tip of his cock slam against my cervix. It was a new pain, but I loved the feeling of complete fullness as his manhood stretched me wide open. He began thrusting his hips back and forth, forcing me against the bed, and I was yelping with pain and pleasure with each stroke, as he grunted with satisfaction on every forward thrust. I don't think more than half of him was inside me, but there was no place else to go. He was completely filling my pussy, and slamming into me harder and harder with each thrust. He slapped my ass hard with his right hand, and then he grabbed my hair in his hand, pulling my head back. My tits were flat against the bed, my ass high in the air, my pussy filled with his huge cock, and he was pulling my head back like a rider controlling a horse by its mane.”

“And you were loving every second, weren’t you?” I panted. She was pumping my cock wildly as she looked me in the eyes and nodded.

“Fuck, he was amazing! I wish he was inside me right now...I wish I could fuck him now. He was so fucking big...I need a big cock like his sometimes. I’m sorry, hon, but sometimes I just need to fuck a bigger, thicker cock than yours.” I reached between her legs and pushed her hand aside, as I slipped my fingers inside her. I put three fingers in and began fucking her with my hand as she continued pumping my cock. 

She continued, “He was pounding me hard, when I felt myself start to cum again. My legs began to shake and I was quivering all over. It sent him over the edge, and he quickly pulled out of me, grabbed his shaft, and stroked his cock as he let it explode all over my ass and back. I could feel the ropes of hot cum hitting me from my ass to my shoulders, covering me in his cum. I was still cumming myself, and my pussy was quivering wildly as my body shook in convulsions of pleasure.”

She began to cum from my fingers, and as she threw her head backward and squealed with delight, my cock began to spew once again, as I came hard and shot my second load all over my belly and covered her hand with my jizz. She leaned forward and collapsed on my chest, each of us still touching the other, and panting from our workout. “You really are fucked up, you know that? You really do like to hear about this stuff, don’t you?” I nodded and panted out an “uh-huh.”

“Hearing about you experiencing pleasure like that...getting fucked...hearing you describe how big he was...it's amazing. The only thing better than hearing about it would be to actually get to see it.” I couldn't believe that I had spoken the words, but in the heat of the moment, it just seemed appropriate. 

“Really? You wouldn't be jealous? After what we just went through with Tom?” she asked incredulously. 

“Do I look like I’m jealous? I just came twice listening to you tell me about the biggest cock you ever fucked...after getting a hard-on because you were telling me how you sucked my best friend’s cock. I think I could handle actually watching you fuck a big cock. In fact, I would REALLY like to do that.” 

It was after that day that we began talking about what we would later make into a whole new lifestyle for us. It wasn’t long before we embarked on a series of adventures, some of which you’ve read about in her stories. I love that she shares them with you. I just wanted to give you MY perspective and share how it all began for us. I look forward to sharing her with you some more.

---G

Lover, fill me up. Hubby, clean me up. Better yet, clean us both up.

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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

Those nipples are outstanding! (Pun intended)

It’s a beautiful morning…❤️