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Hotwife Confession: The Poker Game

My husband G had a regular poker game, and once every few weeks the location rotates to our house. Usually I go out with the kids on those nights to keep them from disturbing the game, but on this occasion, they were spending the night at G’s parents’ house, so I had nothing to do. I decided to make some real food for the guys instead of the usual chips and dips they ate during the game.

I prepared some hot appetizers and had a plan to act as a server for them, keeping them at the table while I fetched cold beers throughout the game. I was getting ready for the evening as G set up the table and got out his poker set. I wore my black nylons and garter belt, a black lace bra, my little black cocktail dress, and high heels. G suggested that I add an apron to the ensemble so I’d look like a French maid, but I thought that was a bit much.

As the guys arrived, I offered them drinks, and they got the game going in short order. I brought out a tray of pigs in a blanket and mini spanakopita, and got a few compliments on the service, as well as a few on my outfit. After a few hands and a few more beers, G said that I should have taken his suggestion and worn the apron. The guys all agreed that I’d look hot in a French maid outfit and laughed about it. I decided to give them a little treat, and went upstairs to change.

I went to the bedroom and slipped out of the dress. I put on the panties that matched the bra, and slipped into a black silk hip-length camisole with a lace trim. On top of this, I put in a white lace apron and checked my makeup. I switched my heels for black stilettos just for effect.

As I came down the stairs, I snuck into the kitchen and got a serving tray, and brought out five cold beers in my makeshift French maid’s costume. As I entered the room, G’s friend Bill said, “holy shit!” as he watched me walk to the table, and eyed me from my heels, up my nylons to the exposed garter belt, over the apron to the lace trim of my cami and bra. All eyes turned to me, and G smiled broadly.

“Well guys, I told you she’d look hot as a French maid.” I made a show of serving each guy his beer, and bent over a little, sticking my ass out as I placed each beer on the table. Without a word, I turned to go back into the kitchen and as I reached the door, I let the tray slip out of my hands. I bent over to pick it up, and as I reached down, my camisole rode up and my ass was totally exposed with just the thong and garter belt in view. As I stood back up I giggled and turned around, gave a little curtsy, and walked back into the kitchen.

I gave them a few minutes to digest and react to what had just happened, and then called G into the kitchen. “Now you’ve done it,” I said to him. You’ve got me all horny and thinking dirty thoughts.”

“Well so have you,” he quipped. Every one of them is going to want a piece of that ass again now.”

“Again?” I asked. I suddenly realized what he meant, and remembered the time a few months before the pandemic when he’d blindfolded me and tied me to the bed for one of our “secret lover” sessions, and brought four guys in instead of just one. “They were the blindfold gangbang guys?”

“Yeah. They were. And I’m sure they’re all thinking about it right now.”

“I’ve got an idea. Go back inside and get the game going again. Let me know who wins the next hand.”

G returned to the table and got the guys back to the game. After a few minutes, he called in and said, “Kat, Dave just bluffed his way into winning a hand!”

I came out of the kitchen and walked over to the table. I put my hand on Bill’s shoulder and said, “excuse me, Bill. Will you make some room?” And as he pushed his chair away from the table, I got down under it in front of Dave. I ran my hand up his thigh and found his zipper, and as I pulled his half-hard cock from his fly, I said, “well, deal the next hand. Winner gets a treat.” I took the head of Dave’s cock into my mouth as G began dealing the next hand. Dave got fully hard quickly as I rolled my tongue around his head inside my mouth. His precum tasted yummy and I enjoyed the taste as I sucked his cock under the table. After a few minutes, Bill won a hand, so I pivoted toward him and unzipped his pants. He was already fully hard, and I had some difficulty getting him out of his fly, so he undid his belt and we worked together to slip his pants down and expose his big cock. He was thick and veiny and his precum has made a wet spot in his underwear as I sucked Dave’s cock. I licked his cock from the base to the tip and savored the slightly different flavor of his precum before taking the large, purple head into my mouth. He moaned as the next hand was dealt. I sucked the big head and stroked his thick shaft as my other hand caressed his balls.

Dave won the next hand, so I moved back toward him. His cock was leaking precum, and I took his shaft deep in my mouth in one gulp, going balls deep on the first stroke. He reached down to pull my head toward him, and I released him from my mouth and admonished, “no hands. You need them for poker. Play the game boys!” As I began again, I slipped my hand into his briefs and pulled out his balls so I could play with them while I sucked him off. Before I could get very far, Andy announced that he had won a hand.

I turned around under the table and found Andy already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. I slipped his boxers over his hard dick and gripped it in my hand, rubbing his precum into the soft spot under the head with my extended thumb. I licked the tip of his cock before taking him into my mouth. He was long and relatively thin, but his cock had an amazing curve like a banana. It would have been perfect for 69, but made under-the-table head a little difficult with his pants still on, so I slipped them down to his ankles. I angled his long cock toward me, and began sucking as the boys played cards above me.

His cock twitched and pulsed in my hand and mouth, and as I took more of it into my throat, Andy grabbed the edge of the table and shouted, “oh shit, I’m sorry!” as he came in my mouth. I continued sucking and swallowed his load, which filled my mouth quickly with each pulse of his long cock. The guys teased him a little about his fast release, and I kept his cock in my mouth, gently sucking and drawing out every last drop of his delicious jizz.

A few minutes later, G announced he’d won a hand, so I turned toward my husband and helped him slip down his pants. I took his familiar cock into my mouth, and tugged on his balls as I deep throated his cock. His precum flowed from his dick and I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and squeezed it as I sucked on his head.

Part 2 coming soon…I promised this story to a fan a few days ago and I feel bad that I haven’t posted it until now. More to cum soon, I promise!

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...)

Those nipples are outstanding! (Pun intended)

It’s a beautiful morning…❤️

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?

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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

Facts.

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

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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.”  

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