Tinder Wives

Great blog. How do you typically gage if a wife is open? Thanks

It depends.  Honestly, I go into it with the mindset of just meeting people, joking around, and pressing some flirty buttons to see how they reciprocate.  It’s all about a social dance to see how people respond and changing my approach to adapt.  The thing is, I talk to everyone; men and women.  Women I’m not even attracted to.  It’s disarming for women that think I am just focusing on them, plus, it takes any edge off any moment where I am only talking to a woman I am interested in.  If you’re talking to everyone and joking with everyone, then you’re the center of attention and pointed flirty comments don’t feel so aggressive to a woman and she likely feels more comfortable reciprocating.

I fucking love lingerie like this. I have a collection I've invested in for women over time and I love it!

Ghosted and resurrected!

A bit ago I met a new, local, cheating friend who I finally fucked. She was shy and took a bit of time to get her to open up, but she did and we met up. We first met for coffee and kept it casual. The second meeting was more straightforward with her coming over after her kids were off to school. She called in sick while her husband was at work and came over wearing some skin-tight athletic wear with a pony tail. Again, she was shy, but opened up quickly. Most women like this tend to prefer that I lead, which is the plan anyway. Last year, she had gotten a breast lift and slight enhancements, which she has been enthusiastic to show off, despite her more reserved personality. I first connected with her from her finding me on a cheating site after she was getting turned on by the additional attention she was getting from her tits. That said, her tits looked amazing and you couldn't tell that she has three kids from her fitness level.

After talking a bit and getting comfortable, she followed my lead and let me pull her onto my lap on my couch. We made out for a while, with her grinding herself against me, and I held off pulling her tits out to see how long she could go before wanting more. She eventually asked me if I wanted to see them. I asked if she liked sharing them and she said she did. She admitted that she shared nudes with other guys since the enhancement. Her nipples were poking through the top and I licked and sucked them lightly before pulling the top down so they could spill out. She has very sensitive nipples, so she turned into a new woman once I had her nipples in my mouth and against my tongue. Her kisses got harder and she reciprocated the energy and roughness of my hands and lips.

My greedy hands were all over her and then I pushed her off of me and bent her over the couch. I peeled her tight leggings down to expose no panties and a shaved pussy. I buried my face in her pussy and she slid a finger into her ass as I ate her from behind. She was already incredibly wet from the extended kissing and grinding session. At some point I couldn't control myself and I pulled my cock out, running the head of my cock between her slit and down to her clit. She was nervous, but the instinct for her to fuck overwhelmed her. I grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her up a bit. She got on her elbows and I pulled her head to look back at me. Words haven't been spoken for some time, but the eyes and sounds she made reflected the feeling as I pressed my cock into her. I was bare and she couldn't help herself or stop the need. The tightness on my big cock gave way to the wetness. She grit her teeth as I pulled out and roughly thrust deeper into her, repeatedly.

She kept her eyes on me with a furrowed brow and an open mouth. That's how it went as I fucked her from behind, but had her pivot to her back, legs spread. It was shortly after she came that things changed and she was brought back to some semblance of reality. I could tell her demeanor changed and I stopped, without finishing. She grew nervous and I explained that it was going to be an awkward moment for her. I gave her space and some water, told her to use the bathroom, get dressed, and leave if she needed. She could stay, but I needed to make sure she knew options and that she did not owe me explanations for whatever she decided. Ultimately she decided to leave. I did not message her for a while, but when I did, she ghosted me. I didn't bother to reach out again, because I knew that women like her, cheating for the first time, needed time to process what happened.

Ultimately, about three months later, recently, she reached out again with a few simple, single-word questions. I recognized it as a fishing expedition to see if I would respond and how. I focused on comfort and after the shock of what she did, the Holidays behind us, she reached out again to "talk". The talking was mostly her needing to share with someone what she did, even if it was me. She needed her voice to be heard by someone. It re-established the connection and we ended up fucking again...but perhaps those details will be best reserved for another post!

Open relationship

In my 20s I dated a woman who was a slut and I knew it. We had an open relationship and she gave me access to her g/fs, who used me as their token big-dick experience when they were bored or lonely. It was a lot of fun. When we fucked, we would share stories of what we did and what we still wanted to do. She is a total knockout and an ugly duckling that bloomed late enough to have a burning desire for attention from men in the wrong way. Her dad is a total asshole. Once I had her and two of her friends strip at a friend's bachelor party. I kicked things off and fucked her in front of everyone and then let the bachelor have a turn. Eventually all 12 other guys fucked her and 10 of them came in her. The other girls, one of which had an oblivious boyfriend, fucked the guys as well. We broke up when things got kind of boring for each other and when one of her friends left her b/f because she fell in love with me. I dated the friend for a bit, but regularly cheated on her. She want ok with me still loving that lifestyle and she wanted me all to herself. Anyway, my ex ended up married to this ugly rich guy, who she did NOT have an open relationship with. I continued to fuck her until they moved to Boston and regularly left my load in her pussy for him, which he never noticed. Her man never knew and she cheats on him to this day.

Milwaukee Trip

After weeks of sexting back and forth, I found an opening to go visit the Milwaukee slut wife that I fucked in Nashville.  Her husband left Sunday morning, which left a window for her to make sure he got on his plane so I could come up and visit.  I was up there by the afternoon and parked in the garage to avoid prying eyes.  She greeted me wearing a skin-tight dress, heels, stockings, and her makeup all done.  The kind of look that is borderline elegant, but leaning more towards revealing to get looks.

When I walked in, we kissed for 15+ minutes and ended up on the couch without even having said a word to each other.  We laughed and had some wine, but didn’t finish it before we were all over each other again.  I eventually carried her upstairs and pulled her dress down to expose her tits.  I pulled her hair back to kiss her neck and work my lips down to and around her nipples.  I teased her and she straddled me, grinding on me as I kissed, sucked-on, and bit her nipples.  She pulled out some nipple clamps from a drawer and I put them on her.  I asked her if she missed me.  In between kisses and biting her lower lip, she told me she has wanted me so bad.  She hadn’t found a good opportunity to cheat since she was with me, but admitted that she thought of me every time she fucked her husband.

I pushed her down to her knees and got on the bed so she could take me in her mouth.  She licked and stroked my shaft with her left hand.  I grew harder seeing her wedding ring against my cock.  I grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth down on me to take me until she gagged.  Her gag reflex was terrible and she admitted that she didn’t think she was good at giving head.  It felt good, I had her lie down and hang her head over the bed and I slid my cock into her mouth to get a direct line to her throat.  I got in deep and she gagged terribly, but gave her some breaks while I fucked her mouth.  It was ok, to be honest and I don’t think she was into it.  Hahaha.  She never did that with other man, so I popped her throat’s cherry, so there’s that.

Anyway, I changed things up and lifted her dress up only to enjoy pushing her panties aside and pressing the tip of my bare cock into her as she was on her back and her legs were spread.  I eased into her and was the first bare cock she’s felt, other than her husband’s, since she got married.  It was hot seeing her juices all over my cock as I looked down, the tight squeeze of her cunt on me until she loosened up so I could go further in until I bottomed out.  Eventually the wet fabric of her panties started their typical irritating friction on my shaft, so I just ripped them off.  I put my hand on her throat while I fucked her.  I lifted a leg up to reach down and slap her ass hard.  She wanted me to slap her tits, pinched nipples and all.

The dirty talk was much dirtier than last time.  I fucked her on her marital bed in sight of pictures of her and her husband.  I fucked her from behind and pressed her face into the bed.  She begged me to, “Rape [her] pussy,” to fuck her like I hated her, and to put a real man’s baby in her.  She said she was ovulating (a lie to just make the moment dirtier) and she asked if it turned me on that she lied when she told me she was on the pill (she really was, but was just trying to make it dirtier with some role play).

So I fucked her like I hated her.  I held her down and choked her; slapped my cock against her pussy, ass, and face, telling her that she was a worthless whore.  I told her that I owned her now and if she told her husband that I “raped” her that he wouldn’t want her anymore.  I ruined her makeup and made her gag on my cock again, which was fucking hot this time around.  The next time I got in her pussy I was ready to go and without warning, I came deep in her pussy.  She was so turned on she said in all manner of filthy words how she (role play) didn’t want me to cum in her because I would impregnate her fertile pussy and what would she tell her husband if she got pregnant?  I stayed hard after I came and fucked her for a while more.

That was Sunday.  We stayed at a nice hotel downtown together so we wouldn’t be caught by any surprise visitors (should her husband come home or someone with prying eyes stop by).  I stayed until Tuesday and the sex on Sunday night, Monday, and Tuesday morning was fucking amazing.  The sex was passionate and if it wasn’t rough, it was gentle and sexy in a very different way.  It was a great use of “sick days” for both of us.

Would you tell hoe mean you van be to your sluts? You ever beat or even mark them?

What?

Beat them? Absolutely not. Spanking and BDSM is one thing, but I’m not looking for some catharsis from some wild trauma by being violent. People should seek therapy if they feel that the only way to feel normal is to really physically damage others.

The same goes with people that seek it. I get it that someone may feel the desire to be beaten, but that is a manifestation of trauma that needs to get worked out in a healthy way. Satisfying it in the physical will probably only make it go away temporarily while causing one to only engage in relationships that continue a toxic and traumatic cycle.

Last week’s adultery

Quick wrap up from this weekend.

Thursday, during the day, my neighbor worked from home and she came over in the morning to fuck while her husband was at work.  We shared stories of our recent conquests.  She recently met a married local guy and has been fucking him, but as her bull, I’m still the only guy she barebacks and I left my cum deep inside her.  She texted me later that night and said she fucked her husband and he had no clue he was feeling or tasting my cum in her.

Saturday my Facebook friend came over to fuck.  She’s still only been flirting with other guys, but I’m he only one she’s fucked.  She enjoys her time with me and doesn’t want to introduce more risk by making things more complicated for her.  The unfortunate side effect of this is that she wants to spend more time with me and fuck more often.  Thankfully my schedule keeps her from getting too clingy.

I couldn’t find any time to overlap and meet up with the wife I met from Tumblr, unfortunately.  Hopefully this week.

Married Tinder Fuck Update

The married woman I met on Tinder came over today and called in sick so we could have some private time. She brought over a sexy outfit that she wanted to model for me. She said how she couldn't stop thinking of the first time we fucked and she felt a lot of guilt. She told herself it was only the one time, but she said she couldn't help it and once she got horny, she reached out. She said her friends encouraged her to cheat and they are all cheaters too. We sent a fuck video, on Snapchat, to two of her friends, who she told about me.

Sir, I really enjoy your blog and anything you do here. I have a question about size. Did any cheating wife have a husband with a huge cock? Or do they crave you after they tasted that bigger real one? I know it’s more than just size but I wonder if it is not an important reason at the end.

Honestly, a lot of the women that have cheated with me enjoy the passionate outlet.  Size is a factor for those that care about it.  If it gives them additional pleasure because I’m bigger, then sure.  Sometimes it may just be the idea that they are fucking a bigger cock and it being hot in the mind more than the body.  I can’t answer for them all.  To directly answer your question, I have fucked women that have husbands with big cocks as well.  I think there is a level of excitement about a bigger cock and it certainly helps, but the sexy, passionate fire goes a long way.

I’m sure that “big cock addition” is part of it, but that oftentimes is a compliment to the bigger erotic stimuli being the taboo (cheating, only fucking people of a certain/different race, etc.). To some it may mean more than others.

I know it is kind of a non-answer for you, but I want to be as honest as possible.  We can’t put everyone in buckets and assume that we know what makes each person tick.

Broken Trophy Wife

I've been fucking a local trophy wife for a little over a year now. I met her online and we had the same chemistry that we had online, but we just had to be discreet, meeting far from where she lived or coming to my place. Things started to progress in a strange way because she started to confide in me in ways that started to get deeper and more personal; things she should be sharing with a therapist. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy deep conversations, but the subject matter made me think she needed some professional help.

She is in her late 20s, no kids, and her husband is in his late 40s and has kids from a previous marriage. By all other accounts, from outsiders, everyone would assume they have the perfect life. He is very successful and she does not work, but she is VERY bored and she feels very useless other than being her husband's arm candy and someone for him to fuck. She has a lot of regrets about never going to college and pursing her own career, to which I strongly urged her to go back since money and time are not an issue for her. When I encouraged her, she was so excited to have someone that was supportive. Her husband has not been supportive and I think that is by design to keep a sense of power, leverage, and reliance on him. She said that when they dated and married, everyone knew the game and she has been accused of being a gold digger, which has made her want to prove herself even more. I've given her a lot of advice on how to approach the subject or how to even just go ahead and pursue what she wants without his permission.

Unfortunately, while she has really connected with me physically and with my support, she was upset that I stopped fucking her. This added to her sense of inadequacy, asking about what she did wrong, but I felt very uncomfortable being a potential lifeboat for her. I do very well for myself and the last thing I need is someone that unilaterally decides that they don't want to be in their situation to be with me. It has happened before and it ended terribly; I hated everything about it. Pushing her physically away has encouraged her to try harder despite me being 100% clear about my expectations and enjoying being a friend more than a lover. I encouraged her to find a professional to speak to, to help her navigate this. Her friends have not been supportive because she feels that they resent her lifestyle as a gold digger and don't think she will ever apply herself. To be honest, I think she would do well in college and with her drive. Sometimes people need that second birth to feel that fire lit under their ass instead of just pursuing higher education because it is expected of them.

Anyway, not the sexiest of updates. It has been hard not fucking her because the sex is great, we click, and she is gorgeous. I just do not need her catching feelings.