I’m Sure You Get This Question A Lot But How Did You First Start Hooking Up With And Aiming For Married

If she’s asking, she probably already has.  Don’t say yes, even if you would be ok with it. Tell her that you just don’t want to hear about it (unless you really do). It’s hotter for her when she knows she can and it feels like cheating still. Then you can play a game of trying to find out when she’s been fucked. Her excuses in her schedule. Her messed up hair. Coming home with different clothes on. Soaked panties and stains from my cum in them.

I do. I want to see it shake as I thrust deep in you, the slap of your ass against my hips.

Bull action weekend

This weekend I hung out with a wife that I met years ago, who is in an open marriage.  I’m a bull for her and he knows it.  He was out for the weekend and just wanted her to send him pics/videos of us fucking.  I met them online, years ago, and the first time we played, he watched.  It was the only time he watched and he just wanted to make sure I was safe with his wife.  Since then, we’ve all hung out a few times, but mostly knowing that I was going to be with his wife at the end of the evening.  He’s older, with money, and has a small cock, and she likes to enjoy a man in great shape, with a big cock. I can’t blame her.

She is another example of a woman looking for rules to break.  Even though she has an open marriage, the first time it was just us, she didn’t want me to use a condom.  For a while, I fucked her bareback and came in her repeatedly, even though it was his rule to not fuck without a condom, let alone cum in her.

Of course, I used protection this weekend and I have for a while with her.

I love when they do. That’s how I know who to approach...and they love that I don’t give a fuck.

Friend’s wife at a party

No new friends, but Saturday night I was at a party at a friend’s house.  My friend’s wife, who I fuck on and off (the friend who doesn’t know I fuck his wife), was there with her husband.  Anyway, my friend’s wife was looking good and I whispered to her that we should find some time go be alone at the party and play.  People were either upstairs drinking, mingling, or playing a game and others were downstairs playing pool.  We tried, unsuccessfully, to try to find some time to do more than kiss or grope each other while nobody was downstairs.  It was really hard, considering everyone thinks that we hate each other and there wouldn’t be a real reason why we would want to hang out and play pool together.  Anyway, nothing happened.  Weak.

What did happen, was she came over to my place on Sunday.  The guys were getting together to watch football (which I bowed out on and blamed a hangover).  She stayed home because she is 4 months pregnant (don’t worry, it’s not mine) and said she wasn’t feeling well.  I had a few hours of fucking her.  There was so much anticipation from the previous night that within 10 minutes of kissing, I had her legs spread and my bare cock plunging into her.  She was so wet already, I eased into her, despite her typical tightness.

I edged many times and stopped myself from cumming that it was an hour and a half in when I couldn’t take it and came deep in her pussy.  I came 3 or 4 times and ate her pussy while my cock’s sensitivity abated.  I can stay hard between cumming, but the head is always sensitive.  It gave me the opportunity to taste our joint juices together.

While she was trying to get pregnant, we used condoms all except the first time after she was without her IUD.  It was a while before she actually got pregnant and I was already in her bare.  It felt so good, we didn’t stop.  I came in her mouth that time because we didn’t want to take too big of a risk.  From there on out it was condoms.

Tumblr wife

My blog attracts people that wish to reach out to me (feel free!) due to its content and recently a married woman reached out who happened to be local.  (You know who you are...) We chatted on an off for a bit and obviously flirted.  She was on here exploring fantasies that she hadn’t yet had the courage (or idea how to safely and discreetly) to fulfill.  I could tell that the fact that she was local made her more apprehensive because the proximity likely made it feel more real and possible.

After a few weeks of talking and sexting, I encouraged her to meet up for lunch and eventually took me up on it.  She was clearly much more shy in person, as meeting someone from the internet can be awkward, as well as someone you’ve shared intimate thoughts and pictures with.  Flirting came easy and eventually she opened up, as comfort set in with familiarity and humor.  She put effort into her outfit, hair, and makeup.  She wore a loose-fitting, but short, dress that had me glancing at her legs.

Towards the end of the meal, conversation was great and her sense of humor came out with her witty ripostes.  I invited her back to my place and she quickly agreed, following me back to my place.  Once we got there, she started acting shy again and I could tell she was nervous.  I kissed her and she reciprocated and started opening up.  She asked me, “Is this your typical routine when you bring married women home?”  I told her it was a start.  She meekly asked, “Are you going to fuck me like your other sluts?”

I didn’t respond. I just started to kiss her again and she got  aggressive with her hands and lips at this point.  I pulled her on top of me, on the couch, and she began to grind on me.  My hands roamed to the straps of her dress, pulling them down and exposing her strapless bra.  I asked her if the bra matched the panties and she said they did, but asked if I preferred if women wore no panties.  I prefer panties, thongs, etc. for the record!  I got up and bent her over, lifting her dress to expose her ass, pressed aside her thong, and buried my tongue into her bald pussy.  She moaned and shivered in response.  I pulled my pants off and was at half-mast when I took her thong off and started touching the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and running my shaft along them.  She started to breathe heavily.

I stopped and sat down.  I pulled her down to me to take my big cock into her mouth as best she could.  She told me I was significantly bigger than her husband as her wedding ring stroked up and down on my shaft.  Eventually I got up, picked her up and put her on the couch, spreading her legs in front of me and kissed her.  I told her I was going to fuck her and make her mine.  That was going to make her a cheating wife like all of my other sluts.  She whimpered and softly begged me to fuck her pussy.  I roughly grabbed her hair and made her tell me that again.  She finally got it right on the fourth try.  I slowly put the tip of my cock in her, each thrust going deeper into her tight pussy.  Her eyebrows were furrowed, eyes wide, and mouth open, breathing heavily, and grunts escaping as my cock stretched her with each stroke.  Her tight pussy had a death grip on my cock, lips pulling outwards with each pull out.  I completely filled her as my cock bottomed out in her and my girth stretched her.  Her dress was still on.

We fucked for a while and she was submissive throughout the session, although very vocal and talking dirty.  It was clear that she was lost in the moment, wanting to be my slut and whore.  Despite being filled, she didn’t’ cum from penetration and I helped myself to giving her to orgasms by eating her pussy.  She reciprocated and begged me to cum on her face.  As I got close, I pulled out, grabbed her hair roughly and came all over her beautiful face.  I kissed her deeply afterwards, sharing the taste of our collective cum.

As she came down from the moment, I could tell that she felt guilty and bad.  Married women often do as they start cheating.  After a while, the lust kicked in again and she admitted that she enjoyed it, was sore for a day as a reminder, and started sexting me again.  We met up for another session.

Trophy wives on vacation.  He goes golfing because she has zero interest in it, and she stays behind to have fun.

I have gone to a great number of President’s Club trips with my sales organization.  During those times, especially when I took more risks of fucking coworkers, I fucked women whose husbands just wanted to go golf or drink too much.  Most of which I fucked in the past and they would reach out to party when they had a window of time.

One guy brought his sister along.  She didn’t know anyone and he wasn’t always around to hang out with.  She was super shy, but not shy about showing her body off at the pool or low-cut dresses.  We hit things off, but it wasn’t until the second night that I fucked her.  Her brother was super protective about her, but still left her alone after she was less anxious about being around a sea of strangers.  He had now idea the number of times I fucked his sister on that trip.  She is in Seattle and to this day I still meet up with her when I’m in town from time to time.

Conference cheaters

I’m at a conference for work this week and Monday night, a coworker and I met two women that were also coworkers and they love to party.  We’re mid-30s and they were mid-late 20s.  My coworker is married, but cheats on his wife.  One of the women has a b/f and the other is married.  The married woman was the big flirt and the one to suggest partying up in her room.  When we were up there, the woman with the b/f was flirty, but kind of reserved.  The married one was making out with me while my friend was talking to the other.  My partner reached down my pants and pulled my cock out, enjoying seeing the size of it grow in her hands.  She happily sucked on me and let me spread her legs to fuck her.  It was hot hearing her complain about her husband’s small cock and telling me how much she loved mine; how it hurt and stretched her.

I pulled out and my coworker took my place, fucking her.  I went over to the woman with the b/f and she giggled nervously.  I sat next to her, looked into her eyes, let her nervousness dissipate with some joking around.  She settled down and I kissed her.  She kissed back.

We kissed for 10 minutes or so and I started caressing her, which she was open to.  I grabbed her and pulled her onto me as she straddled me and grinded on me through her panties under her dress.  She was wet, I could tell.  She kept saying that she shouldn’t.  I told her to tell me to stop if she was uncomfortable.  She said she was ok where she was.  We grinded a little more and I asked her if she was wet (obviously).  She said maybe.

We kissed and I starting pulling her thong aside.  She kept saying, “I don’t know.”  I asked her what she didn’t know and she just repeated the same thing.  I told her she could stop me, but again she just said, “I don’t know.”

The head of my cock pressed against her pussy lips and she kept saying, “I don’t know...”  She knew.  She slowly let herself slide down on me as I stretched her tight pussy with my big cock.  She was so wet it didn’t take much to prime her and get into her as far as I could go.  I bottomed out in her depths and her pussy strangled my cock.  I told her she should let go since she already cheated.  She let go.

She is a dirty talker and I love it.

We’re meeting up again tonight.  Hopefully it’s just as good.

which is a more powerful experience for you: when the husband knows or when he doesn't?

When he doesn’t, especially if he is an asshole or abusive to her. The “I fucked your wife” power is strong.

I wonder how many nice, innocent wives follow my blog...

You’re some of my favorite readers, because although I would never, ever expect you to reblog something you find here, it’s like watching you get off. Your secret is safe with me. :)