Hot-wife-confessions - Confessions Of A Hotwife And Her Stag

Ok. I don’t post pics of myself, but if we hit 2500 followers, I’ll post a pic of our first night at the sex club:

Me, two cocks, and cum all over my chest and belly. Let’s see how long Tumblr lets it stay up.

Hotwife Confession: I love it when hubby ties me to the bed with silk scarves, blindfolds me, and brings in a friend to have his way with me while he watches. Most of the time I don’t even know who it was. I have no idea which of his friends I’ve fucked or sucked, but I can tell you this much...last Christmas after the secret Santa gifts were exchanged, his brother and I were in the kitchen and he grabbed my ass and said, “Mmmm. Can’t wait to get some of this again!” Yikes!

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

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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...

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...)

Hotwife Confession: My Uber Driver

Hubby bought an Uber sign for our car so he can pick me up from bars when I’m on the prowl, and can watch me in the rear view mirror making out (and sometimes more!) with my date when we’re on our way to “his place” or a motel. It makes him feel better to know where I’m at while I’m on a solo date. He usually sits in the car around the corner waiting for a text telling him to come pick me up when I’m done, unless I text him that I’m spending the night. 

Hotwife Vacation Confession: Gangbang in Punta Cana (Continued)

Continued from “Gangbang in Punta Cana”

As “Mr. Universe” was pounding me harder and harder with his massive tool, I simply couldn’t concentrate on any of the other guys. They all stood around the bed and stroked their cocks watching me cum over and over as he fucked me relentlessly. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and lifted my legs and pressed the backs of my thighs until I was practically folded in half. He lined up his cock with my pussy again and drove deep inside me once again, holding himself up by pressing my knees against my chest. He bounced up and down, filling me up on each stroke, and I couldn’t help but yelp with each thrust. I had never felt anything like the intense pleasure mixed with pain I was feeling at that moment. It felt like he might cum inside me at any moment, and then he pushed back, swung my legs to one side, pulled out, and flipped me onto my belly. I got onto my knees, spread them apart, and stuck my ass high in the air with my face to the bed, and he mounted me from the rear. His massive cock parted my lips and stretched me wider and wider as he thrust even deeper than he had before, if that was even possible. He had my hips in his hands and fucked me from behind as I gripped the sheets tightly. I felt another orgasm coming, and I bit my lip as I came again on his massive cock. Just as I was coming down from my orgasm, he put his thumb in my ass, and I came again. 

That must have been enough for him, because he grabbed my hips again and started pumping faster, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust of his cock deep inside me, and he let go with a final thrust as he exploded deep in my pussy, flooding it with hot cum. As he pulled out, my quivering pussy must have been gaping as his cum literally poured out of my stretched-out hole and ran down over my clit and fell to the bed. He crawled off the bed and sat in G’s chair by the door to rest, as one of the other guys took his place and began fucking my lubed up pussy, cumming inside me almost immediately after having jerked off for so long. As he moved off the bed, Will took his place and slipped his huge cock inside me for lubrication, before pressing it against my puckered anus and slipping it in past my sphincter, He went balls deep in my ass, and began pounding me hard. He came inside me with a grunt, and filled my ass with his hot cum. When he pulled out, it leaked down over my pussy and dripped onto the wet spot beneath me. As another guy started to move into position, I waved him off and collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. “I need a minute guys! I can’t move right now...” I begged. One of them looked at his watch and said, “OK. A minute...starting now.” All around me, these naked men were staring at me, either ready to fuck me or recovering from doing so. G stared at me proudly with a wicked smile as the guys laughed and started counting down from 60. I laid there, dripping and covered in cum, trying to catch my breath. 

When they got down to zero, two of them helped me to the foot of the bed, sort of catty-corner on one side, so that my head hung back over the side, and my pussy was accessible from the foot of the bed. One of them lifted my legs and slipped his cock into my pussy, while another put his dick in my face and started rubbing my lips with his precum. I opened my mouth and took him in, as he slowly fucked my mouth. Someone grabbed my boobs again and began pinching my nipples. Even though I was exhausted, I was never so sexually satisfied...this wasn’t my first gangbang, but it was definitely shaping up to be the best. While my pussy was being slammed, the cock in my mouth started to fuck my throat, and I gagged as it choked me. His balls were slapping against my forehead, and he gripped my neck as he fucked my throat deeper. I could hardly breathe, so I reached up and pushed his hip away. He pulled out and I said, “not like porn. I need to be able to breathe.” He put his dick back in my mouth and continued to fuck it, but not as deep. I gave him a “thumbs up” and moaned for him as my tongue swirled around his cock.

I felt my legs being lifted, and the guy in my pussy pulled out and lined up with my ass. He thrust in slowly, and within a few strokes, he was cumming deep inside my butt. I heard another guy start to groan, and felt several ropes of cum shoot onto my belly from the side. I couldn’t see what was going on, because I still had a dick in my mouth and a set of balls covering my eyes. A second later, the cock was removed from my mouth, and he started stroking it wildly, as he shot his load onto my face and neck with a grunt. I laid there naked, covered in cum and sweat, and it seemed that everyone in the room had cum in or on me at least once. I was panting and trying to catch my breath, as Mr. Universe walked over to me and slapped my cheek with his huge cock. It was soft, but still really big and heavy looking. I knew there was no way I was getting my mouth around it when it was hard, but I did want a taste of it, so I rolled off the bed and got on my knees in front of him. 

I gripped it with both hands and started licking and kissing the tip. I took it in my mouth and sucked gently, as my tongue flicked the underside of his head. Within a few seconds, he was starting to throb and grow again. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth as it got harder, and sucked him as deep as I could. As his cock swelled and grew, I couldn’t keep it in my mouth, so I stood up and put my arms around his neck. I said, “can you fuck me standing up?” and he grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I threw my legs around his hips, and felt his cock rubbing against my pussy as he held me. He lifted me up a little higher, and I wiggled myself into position on the end of his cock, as he lowered me down onto it. My lips parted and he slipped into me, stretching me as he had before. His huge arms held me and lifted me up and down on his rod, as I gripped the back of his neck with one hand, and ran my fingers through his hair with the other. He fucked me standing for several minutes, and then moved over toward the bed and tossed me onto it like a rag doll. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and lifted my legs into the air in a V-shape, as he penetrated me again. He held my ankles wide apart and fucked me relentlessly. One of the guys reached over and started flicking my clit as he fucked me, and it made me cum almost instantly. Mr. Universe started moaning softly as he picked up his pace, and grunted with pleasure as he filled me up again with his hot seed. He pulled out and wiped his cum-covered cock on my pussy.

Two of the other guys were ready to fuck again, and I had an idea. I had one of them lay on the bed, and I mounted him, taking him deep inside my pussy. I leaned all the way forward, so that I was resting on his chest, and told the other guy to fuck my ass. He got behind me and pressed his cock into my ass...and as I was taking both cocks, G was sitting in front of me watching the scene. He leaned over and kissed me, and said, “let me make some room.” He got off the bed and went over to his chair, as Frank took his place, and put his cock in my face. I had a cock in my pussy and ass, and was about to have one in my mouth as well. He kneeled over the head of the guy underneath me, high enough that his balls wouldn’t be in his face, and I took him into my mouth I sucked and licked his big cock as I got fucked, and suddenly, two of the other guys were kneeling on the bed at my sides. The guy underneath me grabbed my boobs and held me up as I reached out to my sides and stroked the cocks that had been presented to me. I was now servicing five of the boys at the same time! I literally felt like a sex machine, and had my second wind at this point. I was moaning and sucking one cock, stroking two others, and being fucked by two more. 

The guy in my ass came first. With a hard thrust, he started to cum inside me, but slipped out and shot the rest of his load across my ass. I could feel it dripping down my waist as one of the guys in my hand pulled away and starting whacking off as he came on my back. Suddenly, the guy underneath me squeezed my boobs harder and began thrusting upward deeper and deeper inside me, as he came hard. He filled my pussy with his cum, but he was trapped underneath me as another guy stuck his dick in my empty hand. Now I was stroking two cocks and sucking another, and I had a cock in my pussy that was beginning to get soft and slip out. I let go of the cocks in my hand and pulled myself up so I could roll off my lover while still sucking Frank’s cock. He got out from under me, and I was on all fours on the bed sucking on Frank. One of the boys I had been jerking off climbed up behind me and stuck his cock in my cum-filled ass. 

Frank grabbed the back of my head an pulled me onto his cock as he came in my mouth. I gagged and spit most of his cum onto the sheets, and as he released my head, I slumped onto the bed, still being pounded from the rear. I was getting exhausted, and both my pussy and ass were getting sore. As my ass was filled one more time, I collapsed onto the bed and waved the white flag of surrender. “I’m spent, boys! I can’t go on any longer.” All of them had had their way with me one way or another, so no one was leaving disappointed, that was for sure. G thanked them all for a really nice evening, hoped they’d had a good time, and invited them back the following night if they still wanted to cum.

When they had all dressed, they each thanked me, said how amazing the evening had been, and thanked G on their way out the door. As soon as the door closed, G stripped down and climbed onto the bed with me. I said. “honey, I’m covered in sweat and cum...let’s take a shower.” but he had other plans. He caressed my hair, despite the blotches of dried cum streaked throughout it, and kissed me. He kissed my cheeks, and neck, and collar bone. He kissed my sore nipples, and licked them gently. He licked up some cum from my belly and moved between my legs. I opened them for him, and he admired my shaved pussy before he began to reclaim his wife. He began by softly kissing and licking my inner thighs. His lips and tongue were tender and soft, and they felt wonderful as he licked up the cum from my battered ass and pussy. He avoided my clit, which he knew would be sensitive after the night’s antics. He slipped his index finger into my stretched out pussy and withdrew it, covered in slick cum, which he sucked off his finger before going back to my pussy. He rimmed my ass with his expert tongue, and licked up any traces of cum from there, too.

I was so sweaty and there was so much dried cum all over me, that we had to shower. There was no way he was cleaning up this mess just with his tongue. So once he had my pussy and ass cleaned, we got into the shower, and he washed my hair as the hot water ran down over our bodies. He delicately soaped up my body and washed me all over, and we held each other in the shower for a long time. He was hard the whole time, but didn’t push me for anything. He knew how exhausted I was, and I was really feeling delightful with just the gentle attention he was paying me in the shower. I knew he needed relief, after watching me get gangbanged all night, so I reached down and grasped his cock with a soapy hand. I stroked it gently, and played with his balls a little. I told him that I really do love to make him cum, but I was so exhausted I didn’t think I could do much more than this. He was fine with that, and leaned against the shower wall while I stroked his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. Very quickly, he began to moan softly, and he came in my hand as his cum shot out onto the shower floor and flowed down the drain. We rinsed off and he helped me dry off with a large bath towel, and we climbed into the bed after laying a dry towel down to cover all the wet spots. I laid on my side, and he got behind me and spooned with me as we fell asleep, dreaming about the rest of our vacation...

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

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

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

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

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

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

He Enjoys the Jealousy, Go with It

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

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

The More You Enjoy it, the More He Enjoys it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Hotwifing!

-S

Enjoy your blog immensely! You are such a slutty Hotwife. Im amazed by the humiliating things you coerce your husband to do in front of your bulls. My Stag husband always participates (rather than just watch) by fucking me along with my bulls, however, he would never go near another man’s cock or their cum. Maybe G could write a confession as to why he does such a degrading act as eating another man’s cum out of your pussy?

Thanks for the comment. Short answer: it’s only humiliating or degrading if you view it that way. If it’s something you love to do, you don’t put a negative connotation to it...we certainly don’t. Is it humiliating when you swallow cum? Is it degrading when one of your bulls fucks your ass? It depends on how you feel when it’s happening, right? “Each to his own,” as they say.