Mr-j-id - Thoughts Of Us

This makes more sense than most guys realize.

When she wears the chain, I know I’m going to spend the rest of the day on my back as she uses my face for her throne.

It's been a while. But quite a few times. Very fun while he's watching and stroking.

Getting my jackpot in Jackpot

This was probably one of my most spontaneous and most dominant encounters. Many years ago - maybe a couple years into our hotwife lifestyle - we had a weekend getaway to Jackpot, NV. This is a border town on the south side of Idaho, where Idahoans can make a trip to gamble, etc. We were in the main bar of the casino, at a table with me on my 3rd Crown Royal of the night. That's quite a bit for me, so I was feeling hot and frisky. Fortunately there were a bunch of college guys - probably from Boise State - at the bar, watching whatever sports were being shown.

The closest guy was clearly eyeing me. I was sporting tight jeans, a top that didn't quite reveal too much other than I had a great rack, and my favorite black come-fuck-me pumps. My husband was rubbing my back, and was also on his 3rd drink. Every time the guy looked over I'd do my most flirtation gesture: smile demurely, play with my hair, or move my legs in my chair.

My husband saw what was happening, and so we decided he would "go to the restroom" to see if the guy could be made to make a move. And a move he did: he came over to offer me a drink, as his buddies half watched, half continued watching their game.

"How about I get us some drinks, and you can sit with me," I offered. His eyes lit up, expecting a rejection given that I was just with my husband. He asked about the guy that left. "That's my husband, but don't worry: he really wanted me to meet you. I really wanted you to come over," I said, touching his arm.

The waitress brought us drinks and we got to know one another. They were indeed from Boise State and were there to watch some band play tonight (don't remember who). And I asked: would he prefer to be with me, with my husband watching, than see the band? Probably the most forward statement I have ever said. Being on the 4th Crown Royal of the night probably had a lot to do with that. He was excited but nervous, as 1) my husband came back, and 2) his buddies were headed over to see the band, and saw that he was "occupied."

But he stayed. We talked some more before my husband walked us back to our room. I held him, and he held me, his hand going down to my ass. I'm pretty sure one of his friends saw us, and that made me hot. Our room was on the same floor as the casino, so it was close and we were ready.

He was nervous. Very nervous. Of course he was: he was at most 22 years old and was in a bedroom with some guy's wife, with said guy watching his every move. I had my husband shut off the lights, so he wouldn't be seen and the college stud could get in the mood. I removed our clothes, and took a very dominant role, going down on him as he laid on the bed. He wasn't big - in length or girth - but was EXTREMELY hard by the time I got him going. Seriously, it was like steel.

I climbed on top of him. I rode him HARD. I was a complete slut in that moment, letting some college kid fuck my married pussy while my husband listened silently somewhere in the room. His dick was so hard that I came twice in rapid succession before he filled me, his loud grunts probably echoing into the hallway. I kissed him, thanked him encouragingly, his erection still quite solid in me.

I got a warm washcloth and cleaned his limp penis. I thanked him as he got dressed, and he went off to find his friends. We didn't see them for the rest of our weekend stay.

I hope he told them about the hot married slut he just had.

(via ladiesfirstalways)