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In a recent post you said to your husband “I’m sorry, hon, but sometimes I just need to fuck a bigger, thicker cock than yours.” That’s a pretty condensating thing to tell your husband. You seem to be saying that your husband, with his normal sized cock, is inadequate and can no longer satisfy you sexually? After reading your stories it seems your saying sex with your bigger bulls is considerably better than sex ever was with you husband

Thanks for the comment. Actually, he does satisfy me most of the time, and he knows I love having sex with him. We chose this lifestyle together after he discovered that me being with other men (especially those who are significantly more endowed than he is) turns him on. Some of the sex I’ve had with other men has been physically more pleasurable than with my husband. They can reach places and take me on rides that he never could. But that doesn’t mean that my husband doesn’t satisfy me, or that he’s inadequate. We just both happen to like the fact that I have the freedom to be with men who can do more for me (and therefore vicariously for him) than he is able to do himself. It’s a personal choice, and we’re both very happy with our lifestyle. We’ve been enjoying it for almost ten years, so it’s not a novelty for us, and we’ve learned to navigate the pitfalls. We’ve also learned the hard way that total honesty and clear communication are of the utmost importance in this lifestyle.

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Hotwife Gloryhole Confession:

After our first two really “fulfilling” experiences, my husband and I decided to try the club scene (sex/swinger clubs, that is). We looked on the swingers’ lifestyle page we had joined and found a few places relatively close to home. On Friday night, I got into my red “hotwife dress” and sexiest heels, did my hair and makeup, and announced that I was ready to go. Hubby asked what panties I was wearing, and when I told him I was wearing the black lace thong, he said I should take them off. I wasn’t going to need them anyway, and why risk losing them? I smiled as I lowered them around my ankles and kicked them off into his face playfully.

We headed to the first place on our list, and paid our cover charge. It was much different from the “bookstore” we had recently been at. There were two main “party” rooms and several private rooms (available for an extra fee)...one of the main rooms was for straight folks and the other one was for gay men. There wasn’t anyone in the straight room at all when we walked in, so I grabbed my husband by the hand and led him to the other door. He was hesitant at first, but he relaxed quickly once we went inside. I’d never watched two men “going at it” and I was intrigued...so my confidence must have put him at ease. There were dozens of TVs on the walls, all showing porn. Most was gay porn, but there were a few screens showing straight porn and group sex stuff. There were 15-20 sofas throughout the room, which was much bigger than I had imagined. There were at least 50 men inside. Some were on the sofas either watching TV or jerking off. A few were paired off kissing or fondling each other. Others were just sort of milling around. There were five or six doors on one end of the room with a line of about 5-6 men outside. I whispered to my husband that I was surprised there were so many men lined up for the bathrooms (usually it’s the ladies’ room that has a line) and he let out a laugh that could be heard over the porn from all the TVs. He leaned over and whispered in my ear that those weren’t bathrooms...they were “glory hole” rooms. Guys were going in there to get their dicks sucked or to suck dick through holes in the walls. I was definitely intrigued now. Anonymous cocksucking? Hmmmm...I said “let’s see what it’s like....how does it work?”

We walked over and got on line together. After several of the doors opened and various men emerged zipping up their pants as others slipped into the rooms, we were soon next in line. A door soon opened for us, and we slipped into the closet-sized room together. There was a small tv showing some girl getting gangbanged by 5 BBCs (note to self: add to bucket list). There was a hole in each of the two side walls about waist high, and I knelt to peek through them. On my left, I could see someone rubbing his crotch through his pants, while watching whatever was on his tv. On my right I was presented with the purplish head of a fairly average sized penis. I looked up at my husband and smiled as I reached over to touch it. He smiled back and gave me a nod. I knelt facing the hole and gently licked the tip of the stranger’s dick, tasting the first drop of precum and savoring its salty flavor. I opened my lips and took his head into my eager mouth and began sucking gently. He wasn’t much different in size from my husband, so I could easily deep throat him. He pressed his body against the wall on his side, and I took as much of him as I could into my mouth, sucking slightly harder with each bob of my head without letting my nose hit the wall. His cock was leaking precum, and I was loving it! He began to pump his hips, which made it difficult to keep him in my mouth, but I did my best. He was clearly about to cum, and began to pull his dick back through the hole, but I sucked hard to indicate I wanted his load. He pushed back in and I gripped his shaft, stroking it and rubbing his frenulum with my thumb. I heard him grunt as the first blast of hot cum erupted from his head and made its way to my chin. I grinned and opened my mouth to catch the rest, and closed my lips around his head for the next several bursts of warm, creamy cum. When he was done, he pulled back through the hole, opened his door, and simply disappeared into the crowd. I stood up to face my husband, opened my mouth, and showed him my first load of the evening, before swallowing it in one gulp.

Meanwhile, from the other wall, a new cock emerged through the hole. This one was really big, jet black, and uncircumcised. I’d seen them while watching porn with my husband, but I’d never been with an “uncut” guy before. It was big. And thick. And covered in beautiful, juicy veins. I knelt before the ebony tool and grasped it by the base, as I licked it up and down. I started stroking gently and took the head and foreskin into my mouth. It didn’t take much for it to begin to stiffen, and the beautiful pinkish head began to emerge from within its fleshy sheath. I slipped my tongue under the dark foreskin and encircled the head, sliding my tongue inside the skin before retracting it. My pussy was dripping by this point, and I was aching for something to fill it. As I sucked the stranger’s huge cock, I reached down with my left hand and lifted my dress and began rubbing my clit. I was soaked. The huge cock in my mouth was way too big for me to deep throat, but I was giving it the old college try. I bobbed my head back and forth on his shaft, and took a little more into my throat with each forward stroke. My pussy was tingling and I needed more. I slipped two fingers inside and fucked myself as I worshipped my black Adonis.

My husband tapped my shoulder, and when I looked up at him, he nodded toward the other hole in the wall. A new cock was poking through at me. I would have shifted positions to stroke both cocks at the same time, but I wanted this big black cock inside my tight, wet, freshly-shaved pussy. I reached for my handbag and grabbed a Magnum condom and handed it to my husband. I told him to get my friend ready to fuck as I stood and slipped my dress over my head and tossed it onto my bag. I stroked both cocks for a second as my husband opened the condom wrapper. I nodded my head to indicate what he should do. It was totally hot watching him roll a rubber onto another man’s cock! I bent over and told him to guide it in. He held the huge black cock and pressed it against my slick opening. As I pushed back onto him with my hips, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth, I leaned forward and started (somewhat awkwardly) sucking the cock facing me. My ass cheeks were finally pressed against the wall, and I was being fucked from behind as I tried desperately to keep the other cock in my mouth. Being only 5’ tall has its disadvantages, even in such a small room as this. I had to stop sucking, and I began stroking instead as I relished the feeling of being fucked from behind by this big cock. He was stretching me and hitting all the right spots. I began to feel that warmth and tingling inside, and my body tensed up as I came hard on his huge cock. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as he pumped into me from the other side of the wall. I tried to give my best attention to the dick in my hand, but he pulled it back through the wall. I could see him through the hole as he knelt to watch me get fucked. I guess it was a better scene than the one on his tv.

My husband reached down to hold my hand and help steady me as the pace of my anonymous lover’s thrusting picked up. He began grunting and we could hear his whole body slamming against the wall as he fucked my pussy harder and harder. I lurched forward off the giant cock and spun around just in time to yank off the condom and I practically choked on him as I took him deep into my throat. The explosion of cum filled my throat and mouth and I gagged as cum and saliva ran down my chin onto my breasts. He pulled back through the hole as I sucked the last drop from him and tugged at his foreskin with my lips as his head receded. My mouth full of cum, I stood and faced my husband, and I grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him full on the mouth, opening my lips and sharing the huge load of cum with him in a passionate kiss. I reached for his crotch and felt his hard cock in his pants and gave it a playful squeeze. I turned to retrieve my dress and slipped into it as he helped me get it back on. We exited the room and suddenly found ourselves a part of the anonymous crowd again, not sure which of the men in the room I had just sucked or fucked. It was absolutely thrilling, and I was aching for more!

It wasn’t the end of our night by any means...I’ll write more about it soon!

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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.

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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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...)

I’d love to hear about your first time cheating with your husband’s best friend ;)

Posted the story tonight...hope you enjoy it!

Current mood. Tie me up, tie me down, and let the freight train run!