Hotwife Confession: I Love It When Hubby Ties Me To The Bed With Silk Scarves, Blindfolds Me, And Brings

Hotwife Vacation Confession: Gangbang in Punta Cana

Continued from “Threesome in Punta Cana...”

After the boys left, I knelt in front of G and ran my hand up his thigh, under his shorts, and felt his rock hard cock. He’d been sitting there almost the whole time the boys and I were in the shower, and had hoped he hadn’t missed the excitement. I stroked his throbbing cock and asked him if he wanted to hear all about our little adventure. He nodded slowly, and leaned back in the chair as I removed my hand and pulled down his shorts.

I licked the precum from the tip of his cock, and proceeded to recount all the details of my afternoon as I slowly stroked his cock and caressed his balls. Here and there I’d give him a kiss on the tip, or a lick up one side or down the other. I was driving him wild, as I told him what a dirty girl I’d been all day. When I got to the part about having been DP’d, G started to thrust into my hand, and came with a violent explosion, and cum shot out of his cock onto my tits and covering my hand. I wiped my hand on my chest, and licked up the little bit that spilled onto his ball sack. I stood in front of him, and kissed him deeply. He tasted the cum on my tongue, and when I stood up again, he grabbed my hips and pulled me close so he could clean off the cum from my boobs. He licked up every drop of his seed, sucked my nipples, and then kissed me. We shared his cum as we kissed before getting dressed for dinner. 

All night, we talked about whether or not the boys would really show up the following evening for a gangbang. I was dripping wet all night just thinking about it, and hearing my husband come up with ideas--knowing how excited he was--just turned me on even more. We went to dinner at the “fanciest” of the resort’s restaurants, and sat on a balcony overlooking the pool. I was dressed in a floral print, form fitting dress with a scalloped neckline that really showed off my cleavage and accentuated my waistline. I had chosen a pair of high heeled strap sandals that buckled around my ankles. On my left ankle, I wore my MFM anklet (just in case). We enjoyed a delicious meal together, and after dinner, I suggested we head down to one of he tiki bars by the beach for a nightcap.

As we walked to the beach, G said he wanted to grab a cigar from the gift shop, so I headed down ahead of him while he popped into the store. I ordered a glass of wine and turned around to survey the crowd at the bar. It was relatively early, only about 10:30, so the place was pretty crowded, with people bellied up to the bar and most of the cocktail tables surrounded by couples and groups enjoying the cool night air. Across the beach, I spotted Will and Frank, with a bunch of their friends. It was pretty obvious they were recounting our afternoon, and the other guys weren’t buying it...I mean, who would believe a story like that? The boys were trying to convince them, and their friends were just laughing and telling them they were full of shit. I felt compelled to help them out a little.

The bartender handed me my glass of wine, and I sauntered over to the table closest to theirs, and sat down. I listened to their conversation for a few seconds, and when they got to the part about me inviting them and the team for a gangbang, the others started laughing even louder. I rose from my table, pushed up my tits, and did my best slow, sexy saunter over to their table. Will and Frank had their backs to me, so it was the others who got to enjoy the show at first. One of the guys poked his friend in the arm and pointed toward me. The laughter and teasing stopped immediately, and Will and Frank spun around in their chairs. I said, “good evening, boys. Is this the rest of the rugby team?”

Will got up to greet me and stammered, “Hey Kat. You look amazing. Yeah, these are the guys...we were just telling them...”

“I know. I could hear you talking about it all the way over there at the bar.” I admonished, and Will looked down a little embarrassed. I looked around at the other college boys, and said, “well, do you believe them now? Why don’t you boys talk it over and you can decide whether or not you want to join us tomorrow night. Frank and Will, you’ll be there regardless, right? I don’t want to miss another opportunity to have some more fun with those huge cocks of yours...”

I spun around and walked back over to my table, swinging my hips sexily as I walked. G spotted me and headed over to the table, and joined me as the rugby boys began whispering amongst themselves excitedly. “You are definitely the master at driving guys crazy,” he chuckled. “Am I at least going to get you to myself tonight, or are you thinking about changing the schedule?”

He could always read my mind, so I just winked and smiled at him, saying, “well, I am dripping wet right now...would you mind terribly?” He shook his head and took a deep puff on his cigar. I looked over at the boys and beckoned for them to join us at our table. “I hope you’re all coming over tomorrow night, but I was just thinking...the night is still young. What are your plans right now?”

Frank was the first to answer, “no plans. Just hanging out here having drinks.” His friends all agreed, so I said, “well, if you want to have some real fun tonight, we can head back to our room now.”

Everyone downed their drinks and we all left the bar together, walking along the beach to our room. G opened the door for us and gestured for us to enter. I led the way, with a trail of eight horny college boys behind me. G closed the door behind us as he tossed the butt of his cigar into the sand. I told him to sit at the head of the bed, and I gestured for the boys to take places on both sides of it. I stood at the foot of the bed and hit play on the “songs for sex” playlist on my iphone. I put it on the dresser and turned to face the men, some of whom were already rubbing their hard-ons through their pants. I did a little striptease for them and slipped my dress down slowly until it was on the floor at my heels. I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side of the room, as I crawled onto the bed and made my way like a tiger up to G. I kissed him passionately on the mouth as I wiggled my ass for the benefit of the rest of the guys. My nipples were so hard they could cut glass, and my pussy was literally dripping from excitement. I was about to take eight cocks, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Well, boys? Do I have to undress you myself? Let’s get a look at what we’re playing with tonight!” At that, clothes started coming off all around. Each of them was well built, and toned like a rugby player would be. They all had broad shoulders and well-defined muscles. One of them was clearly into weightlifting, because he looked like a Greek statue...ripped abs, huge pecs, and bulging muscles all over. His body was shaved and his cock curved gracefully downward like a really thick fishing pole in its semi-erect state. It was massive even half-hard, and was growing larger, harder, and straighter by the second. The others were variously endowed, and mostly above average in length. Only one was about the same size as G...the supposedly “average” size of 5.5 inches. I took G’s necktie in my hands and asked him to give it to me. He slipped it off his neck and as he was handing it to me, I asked him to blindfold me. I turned around and sat between his legs as he tied the silk tie around my head, covering my eyes. I said that I wanted to FEEL everything tonight, and I didn't want to know who was doing it, what was about to happen, or when things were going to happen. “I just want to be used like a fuck doll,” I added. In reality, I knew that by diminishing one sense, the others are often heightened, and I wanted to make this experience even better. Also, I figured it would add a little kink to the affair. 

I laid down on my back, with my head between G’s thighs, and he began by stroking my hair. “Go ahead boys, feel how soft her skin is,” he invited. Suddenly, my entire body was being caressed and stroked by 18 hands. You’ll never know what that feels like until you experience it (and I HIGHLY recommend that you experience it!). Some were rubbing my calves, others my boobs, still others my belly and thighs. None had ventured into the magical garden yet, but they were getting closer. I still had on my high heeled shoes, and I’m sure I looked sexy as hell writhing around under the touch of nine different men. One of them rubbed his hand over my quivering pussy, and I let out a moan as I reached out with both hands, grabbing the first cocks I found and stroking them. I felt two fingers slip into my pussy, and begin fingering my g-spot. As he was bringing me close to my first orgasm, I felt another guy’s finger teasing my ass. It slipped its way past my sphincter, and he was twisting it around inside me. The combination of the fingers in both my holes and the cocks in my hands and the caressing all over my body drove me over the edge, and I came violently, my hips thrusting forward and my whole body tensing up, legs straight out and toes pointed in my high heels.

G wiggled back a little from my head, as one of the guys climbed onto the edge of the bed and put his cock in my face. I closed my lips around it and sucked as one of the other guys put down my leg and got between them. The fingers were all removed from my holes, and Mr. G-spot began rubbing my clit. The guy who got between my legs must have been the guy with the average sized dick, because he slipped right into my ass without any pain at all. He began pumping away at my tight little ass as I stroked the cocks in my hands and sucked the cock in my mouth. My clit was being flicked wildly, and I was moaning like a crazy woman. Someone pinched my nipples hard, and I let out a yelp, but the guy in my mouth started fucking my face as hill balls tightened and he let out a groan and came in my throat. I gulped to swallow it, and as I released his manhood from my lips, I heard grunting coming from between my legs, as my ass was suddenly filled with a load of hot cum. His dick shrank quickly, and as he pulled out, I could feel the cum dripping down my ass crack to the bed. Next up, I was slapped in the cheek by a really big cock on the other side of the bed, so I turned my head and began to lick the head of his cock before taking it in my mouth. His precum tasted good, and as I started to suck on him, I felt my pussy being rubbed by the head of something huge.

It must have been the bodybuilder, because his massive head stretched my lips apart as he slowly pushed into my dripping wet pussy. I moaned out loud as I tried to keep the cock in my mouth, but had trouble catching my breath as I was penetrated deeper and deeper by the massive pole in my pussy. I felt one of the cocks in my hand begin to cum, and it shot its load onto my belly in several long ropes. I felt my pussy stretched and filled more than it ever had been before, and he began fucking me with the vigor only a young man could muster. I couldn’t take the cock in my mouth anymore, and I let go of the cock in my hand as I turned my head and ripped off the necktie blindfold. I looked down at my lover and saw his massive cock ramming into my shaved pussy, as his heavy balls slapped my cum-dripping ass. My boobs were being manhandled harder now, and two guys were holding my legs high in the air as Mr. Universe fucked me by himself now. I don’t know how many times I came while he fucked me, but it was more than once. Over and over the electricity shot through my body as my pussy received a fucking like never before. At one point, I tilted my head back to look at G, and saw that he was mesmerized by the scene before him. We made eye contact once, and he could tell how grateful I was for all of this.

To be continued...

Billions and billions served…

#True #TeamBeyondFreak (Taken with instagram)

Cheating Wife Confession

Well, the general consensus seems to be that you all want to hear about how I cheated on hubby (before becoming his hotwife). First, let me say that although he knows about my affair, this will be the first time he hears some of this...so it really is a true confession (and he’s already getting a boner sitting next to me as I type this).

It was about ten years into our marriage, and he was the president of a local service club, spending a lot of time away from home. Between work and projects and meetings (not to mention the kids’ activities), I was feeling a little lonely (and wasn’t getting the satisfaction I wanted in bed, either). I did everything I could to attract his attention...I lost 35 pounds and got to my pre-pregnancy weight for the first time in years...I tried to schedule romantic evenings, but things always got in the way. Even when he was home, he often fell asleep watching TV in his recliner or or at his desk if he was working late in his home office. We just weren’t making time for each other.

Now, let me back up a little. Before we had the kids, we had a great sex life. A friend of his once told him that if you put a bean in a jar every time you have sex during the first year you’re married, and then take one out every time you have sex after that, you’ll never empty the jar. FACTS....LOL. He’s a great lover, and although he’s not the biggest I’ve ever had (he’s pretty average-sized), he knows how to please me and I used to orgasm every time we made love. Sometimes more than once. But after three pregnancies and ten years of marriage, things got a little stale, and as I said, opportunities were few and far between. The spark just wasn’t there.

Anyway, his best friend (we’ll call him Tom) was the vice president of the service club, and tradition had it that the VP, upon taking over the presidency, should present a gift to the outgoing president as a thank you from the organization. Elections were coming up, and one day I received a text from him, asking if we could meet to discuss the gift and what I thought would be an appropriate choice. We made a date to get our kids together to play, and he brought them over the house one day while hubby was working. We decided on an appropriate gift fairly quickly, and got to chatting while the kids played outside. Tom is taller than my husband (he’s 6′4″ and hubby is 5′8″), and he’s ruggedly good looking. He has an athletic build and looks damned sexy in just about anything. I had often caught myself looking at his ass or his package when we were together, but I had never even considered actually doing anything. Well, while we were talking, we got to flirting a little. Nothing serious, but there was definitely a sexual tension building very slowly under the surface. He’s funny and intelligent and made me feel very comfortable, even while flirting with me. I found myself admiring his tattooed arms and chest (he has tattoo sleeves and as it turns out, most of his torso is covered in ink...which is a big turn-on for me). My eldest came inside and said the kids wanted ice cream, so we decided to leave her in charge and run to the store together.

Almost immediately after we got into the car, the flirting got more intense. He was driving, and at one point he looked over to me and said that if he could get away with it, he’d kiss me right there. I don't know what came over me, but I said, “I’d like to see you try. No, really...I’d like that.” As we pulled into the 7-Eleven parking lot, he barely had the car in park when he leaned over and pulled me toward him for a kiss. It was electric. I hadn’t kissed anyone but my husband in twelve years, and my stomach erupted in butterflies. It was passionate and sensual at the same time. His fingers ran through my long blonde hair, and his tongue felt and tasted amazing. We broke the kiss and he started to stammer an apology, but I stopped him by unbuckling my seat belt and crawling over the center console to put my arms around him and kiss him again. I wanted more of that passionate feeling, and I took my chance. We kissed like that for a few minutes, and then I sat back in my seat and told him he’d better run in for the ice cream.

As he got out of the car, I watched his sexy body and tight ass walk into the store. I checked my face and hair in the visor mirror and thought about what I was going to say to him when he got back to the car. After all, he and my husband were best friends, and I was close with his wife. Could we do this? Could we get away with it? Should we forget about it and just call it a “one and done?” You don’t shit where you eat, and this could be very risky for both of us. But he was such a damned good kisser! And I hadn’t felt that kind of electrical attraction in years. I had to think fast, because he was coming back out of the store. I caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants, and all my resistance faded away.

He tossed the ice cream into the back seat, and as he got into the car, he started to apologize again. I told him to head back home...the kids were waiting for their treat. As he backed out of the spot, I put my hand on his thigh and said, “when we get there, I might have a treat for you, too.” He smiled at that, and took my hand in his. We had just a few minutes to discuss it before getting to my house, but we both expressed how lonely we were in our respective marriages, and we both agreed that we couldn’t risk getting caught...for the sake of our marriages and our kids. We’d have to be very careful if we were going to do anything at all...but we both agreed that we wanted to...desperately.

We pulled into the driveway, and the kids came running up to the car screaming for ice cream. We went inside, got some Solo cups and plastic spoons, and dished out a few scoops to the kids. I told them to go outside and enjoy it on the lawn. When they had gone, Tom leaned over to kiss me again. Yup, the sparks were still there. I was tingling all over and I knew what I wanted to do. (Spoiler alert: hubby hasn’t heard this part yet...he didn’t know it happened this soon...sorry hon!) I reached down and gripped his cock through his pants, and squeezed gently. Oh, it was nice! He felt WAY bigger than my husband, and I was tingling with the anticipation of touching it for real. I squeezed it a little tighter and began walking backwards toward the living room. He followed dutifully, and we sat on the sofa and kissed some more. He felt my breasts, and I rubbed his crotch. His fingers ran through my hair and grasped the back of my neck. Our tongues were tangled together and we were like two teenagers exploring each other’s bodies. 

When my husband and I were dating, and we’d be necking on my mother’s couch, I would cover his lap with a blanket and reach my hand underneath to give him hand jobs every night. I reached over to the armrest of the sofa and grabbed my husband’s favorite throw blanket. I draped it over Tom’s lap, and reached under it to unzip his fly. He kissed me harder, and positioned his hips so I could have easier access to his manhood. I reached into his pants, through his underwear, and worked his cock out of its hiding place. My husband always had to pull down his pants a little when I did that, because he wasn’t big enough for me to get really good access through his fly. Tom had NO PROBLEM in that department. His cock was a good nine inches long, and I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around it. It was slick with precum already, and I began gently stroking it under the blanket. Oh, my God, it felt amazing! Like I said, my husband always did a great job satisfying me, and when I needed something bigger than his dick, there were always the toys, which he was more than happy to use on me. But this was different...it was an actual, live, warm, wet, hard cock in my hand. Not a penis...a COCK! And a great kisser making me feel sexy and attractive and wanted. Something I hadn't felt in a LONG time.

I stroked his schlong as we kissed and he rubbed my breasts and stroked my hair...and I could feel his hips begin to thrust slightly as I ran my hand up and down the length of his dick. I squeezed the head and twisted my hand around it, feeling the delightful lubrication from his flowing precum. I could hear the squishing sound of a wet hand job through the blanket, and my pussy was throbbing with excitement. I could feel the wet spot in my panties, and I was lost in the moment as we kissed passionately and deeply. He began to grunt a little with each thrust and stroke, and I knew he was getting close...

I could still hear the kids outside, so I knew it was still safe...and I broke our kiss and pulled back the blanket. I wanted to SEE what I was doing. I gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, and with the other, stroked his head and upper shaft wildly, twisting and changing the firmness of my grip with every stroke. He was grunting louder now, and his hips were thrusting as he lifted his ass off the sofa for a final thrust through my hands, and his cock erupted with a stream of hot, white cum that must have shot a foot and a half into the air, before coming down onto my husband’s blanket. Another five or six blasts of man juice shot out, and splashed onto the blanket and my hands. I leaned down, kissed the tip of his softening cock, licked up the last drop of cum, and looked him in the eyes as I licked my lips. “Yum...next time maybe I’ll get a little treat to eat, too!”

He let out a deep sigh as his body slumped back onto the sofa, and I grabbed the blanket and wiped him and my hands of his cum. I rolled up the blanket and tossed it to the end of the sofa, and helped him put Mr. Happy back away. He zipped up and we kissed some more. We could hear the kids coming in, so we scrambled to look normal, as they burst into the house. He rounded up his kids, and told them it was time to go home. After some whining and complaining, he got them into the car and kissed me on the cheek with a wink and a smile as he got in to drive away. Within 20 minutes, he texted me, and we made plans to get together the following day at his office for lunch.

An hour or so later, when my husband came home from work and sat in his recliner, he turned and grumbled that the kids had spilled something on his blanket...it was all wet and crumpled on the couch instead of neatly folded where he usually kept it. I apologized on behalf of the kids and told him I’d try to make sure it didn't happen again...

(More to come about our ongoing affair...)

Ummm…wow, that’s a lot of cum. Time to clean up, babe!

Oh my goodness!

Rainy day confession: Stuck at home today. I’m super horny and I feel like sexting with a stranger while G eats my pussy for breakfast.

Dick pics don’t bother me at all. In fact, some of them are downright impressive!

Ditto.

Okay guys here’s the thing:

Not every guy that's likes to watch his wife fuck is a cuck. Some men just take great pleasure in their wife getting fucked by another man because, he is excited by her pleasure and sexuality. He doesn't want to be ridiculed and he will probably kick your ass out the door if you do so. You are to respect his wife, your only duty is to make her cum while he watches. Your job is to make sure he has the best view of everything.

If she's sucking your dick, make sure he has a good view and she is in a position to look him in the eyes especially, if she wants and let’s you cum in her mouth. If you are fucking her doggie style, make sure he has the best view of your cock sliding in and out of his wife, as a matter of fact that goes for any position you may fuck her in. If he wants to eat her pussy while you are fucking her, don't freak out, he just loves the view. If he stays there when you cum in her, it's because he wants to taste you on/in her, because another man just fucked her and it excites him tremendously, it does not mean he's gay and wants to suck your dick. But, if he does what is the downside. After all, you just fucked his wife whom he treasures. Count yourself lucky and then maybe, just maybe, you'll be invited back to fuck her again.

Believe me, I know what I’m talking about as I have been on both sides.

Fucking while the husband was watching, doing more and getting involved. And, being the husband watching and getting involved.

Don’t fuck it up.

You’re walking along the beach and find a half-buried object. You pick it up and discover it’s a brass oil lamp in the shape of a penis. You start rubbing it and suddenly, in a great spurt of smoke and fire from the tip, out pops a genie. He says he’s going to grant you three sex wishes. Here are the conditions: the first wish has to be something (sexual/physical) you’d change about your partner. The second wish has to be something (sexual/physical) you’d change about yourself. The third wish is has to be for your wildest sexual fantasy to come true. What are your three wishes?