ROLEPLAYING A SLUTWIFE

Getting Past the Fantasy Part 1

I have gotten a lot of messages from many of you following my blog about the success you guys have had. Many of you reading this blog have built up the courage to speak to your wives about your fantasies and have put some of the concepts I talk about into practice with great results. Some of your wives are talking about their exes during sex, others have their wives dressing sluttier, some wives are roleplaying that you are another guy, others have their wives going out pretending they are single, and there are a few out there whose wives are already getting fucked by another man. I congratulate and am happy for each one of you for the progress that has been made. I am glad to hear that you are slightly closer to living your dream life or living it already.

That being said, the majority of you who have talked to your wives are roleplaying and fantasizing, and many of you are asking, what next? How can I get past the fantasy?

Refer back to some of the previous posts, in particular the post “You Want Her To Dress Like A Slut” because we are going to apply some of that here.

Assuming your wife knows about your fantasy and is roleplaying and fantasizing with you, (this seems to be the next hurdle after telling her to become your slutwife), we are going to move on into building up upon her fantasy.

1. Focus Her Fantasies Around Someone She Knows - Fantasizing about celebrities or made up people is great at the beginning of your journey to make her comfortable. Over time, you need to bring your fantasies to a more realistic sense by getting her to talk about people she has had sex with (an ex) or someone she finds attractive (a coworker, neighbor, classmate, etc). Perhaps there is drama with an ex so she won’t go there, or she refuses to admit she finds anyone attractive, which is likely false, but don’t dwell on those things. Reiterate how you want her to consider someone for your fantasy play and if all else fails, talk about someone who has hit on her or checks her out. Could be a friend, coworker, someone online, or whatever, point is that now is the time to bring your fantasy play slightly closer to reality.

2. Get Her to Think About Him - Now that you have identified one or a few people to fantasize about, get her to think about it. Getting her blindfolded (to focus her mind and senses) works really well here. While blindfolded, eat her out to get her in a slutty mood and ask her about the chosen person. Tell her to go with the flow of the questions and to think about it as if it were about to happen. Why does he want to fuck her? Has she ever caught him checking her out? Ever flirted? What did he say if he did? How big do you think his cock is? If an ex, ever had sex? Talk about the most pleasurable experience you had with him? If you were going to date him, how would you dress for him? Why like that? If you had sex with him right now, how slutty would you be for him? Would you suck his dick? Would he eat you out? Would you cum to his cock? You can keep going with this until she cums. Remember to let her gather her sexual thoughts as you eat her out, give her a few seconds to answer and let her keep talking as much as she wants. Do not cut her off or ask questions too quickly. Let her mind process the pleasure and emotions of this. When she gives a really slutty answer or something that you think is really hot, let her know how hot you think that is and continue eating her out. If she cums from this before you finish your questions, let her know how horny it all makes you and fuck her with good intensity while you tell her you love her and love hearing her talk like that. If you run out of questions, just eat her out and ask her to moan like she would moan from him eating her out.

3. Get Her To Pretend You Are Him- After doing the step above a couple of times and getting a good feel of how she visualizes things, move on to pretending you are him. Same scenario, she is blindfolded and relaxed while you eat her out, but she must pretend you are him. Now ask her the same questions pretending you are him. Have you ever caught me checking you out? Have you ever flirted with me? How will you dress up for me on a date? How did you know I want to fuck you? Why do you want me to fuck you? Are you going to be a good slut for me? Etc. You get the point. Have her say your (his) name with her answers once she gets into it. Get her to moan for you and to cum for you (him). While still blindfolded, fuck her and explore her body like you are him, tell her why you want to fuck her, have her beg you to fuck her, and tell her she is a much better fuck than he ever expected. You get the idea. You can repeat the above steps with a couple of other guys if she is feeling it, but focus on no more than three at a time for now, three people close to her at most. You may remove the blindfold after she is comfortable after doing it a few times.

4. Bring It Live - The steps above sound hot but its just more fantasy, you may say. Well you are right. So lets start adding something live to take a step forward. Remember I mentioned the post “You Want Her to Dress Like A Slut”, well this is a good place to begin. Now that she is fantasizing about sex and pretending to fuck with someone close to her, get her to take it up a slight notch. For this, we will use the example of her fantasizing about a coworker. You will ask her to wear some really sexy lingerie to work, under her normal clothes, and to spend slightly more time than usual with her coworker. When she gets home, you will ask her how it went, pleasure her, and talk about how hot it is that she was wearing something sexy around a guy she fantasizes about having sex with. As you pleasure her, tell her how much he would enjoy being able to see her wearing that sexy lingerie. Ask her to imagine his reaction if he saw her just wearing that. Or how hard he would get if he knew she was wearing sexy lingerie for him and fantasizing about sex with him. At a later date, ask her to wear some lingerie but dress slightly sluttier for him. I am not talking about street whore level, I am talking about tighter jeans, leggings, lower cut blouses, push up bras, shorter skirts etc, whatever works in her environment. Something subtle, but tell her you want her to dress for him and to get him to check her out. Of course you will ask her about it when she gets home. Have her tell you what she noticed, did he say anything, did she feel sexy because of it, did she notice him getting hard, etc. you get the point. Tell her to have fun with this, be slightly flirtier, and pleasure her for her efforts when she gets home.

5. Expand Her Horizons - Assuming she is dressing slightly sluttier and being slightly flirtier, his fantasy boy probably noticed and will be creating a spiral of her dressing sexier and being flirtier with you pleasuring that she will start to enjoy. Do you know who else is noticing, just about every guy around her. Remember, you do not love the guy she fantasizes about, you love her and how slutty she behaves. So you don’t need to focus on that one single guy, ask her who else did she catch checking her out. Who else has hit on her? Who else is being flirty? Was she slightly flirtier back? When she catches someone, does she act innocent and let them stare? Who were these people checking her out? If the boss, how would having sex with him benefit her? Could she get a promotion? Why does he want to fuck her? Etc. You get the idea, build up around her life experiences as they are happening and pleasure her because of how she plays at being sluttier. The more guys she does this with, the more fantasy sex, the more you pleasure her, the more she thinks about sex with different men, the more she opens up to acting sluttier.

6. Choose Your Champion - Odds are there will be one guy that will drive her more than the rest. Maybe he is the hottest, or richest, or most muscular, or simply knows how to turn her on. You need to pick up on this and choose your champion. Now that you know who this guy is, ask her to build another form of communication with him. Exchanging numbers, snapchat, facebook, IG, etc, have her build a form of communication with him. Now you will get her to chat with him as friends if necessary. Say they had a work relationship, ask her to build a relationship outside of work as friends. It does not have to be sexual, just something where she is comfortable with communicating with him. A social media platform works well so that he can check out her pictures and you can pleasure her telling her how he must check her out every day. Once this line of communication is established, have her talk to him about something friendly (non-sexual) as you pleasure her. If they are flirting already, then it will be perfect. If they are not, then having her in a slutty mood while they chat might help drive this forward. Overall, convince her to not shy away from flirting or being hit on by him. If she is reluctant, tell her to have fun teasing him and drive him wild without actually committing herself to confessing herself. For example, if he starts hitting on her, tell her to ask him why he likes her, why he thinks she is hot, what does he like her wearing, etc. Tell her she can let him talk to her about everything he thinks about her, without having to tell him anything about herself (unless she wants to, let her flow naturally). She can always avoid questions by telling him she may tell him some other time or she will think about the answer. Of course, you will pleasure her for being so slutty and talk to her about why he wants to fuck her so bad. Upon seeing him again, she should be her normal flirty self and pretend nothing happened, and she can be her flirty self online again next time they chat. By not avoiding him, he will get the hint that she enjoys being hit on like that and will give him an opening to propose to do more.

7. Make Her Sexy For Him - Now that she has fantasized about him and has chatted with him and flirted with him, get her to dress up in some really sexy lingerie and a slutty outfit. Tell her to pretend she is about to go on a fuck date with him and you want her to be a slut for him. While she gets ready, have her chat with him. Tell her to let him be as flirty as he wants and for her to be a good tease for him. Have her send you some really slutty pictures pretending you are him while she texts with you, pretending you are him. She should be really slutty for you, while he chats her up at the same time. (The idea here is to get her to blur the lines between you and him to the point she feels more comfortable being slutty for him too). You will than take her out to a brief date pretending you are him, than take her to a hotel pretending you are him.

8. Have Her Show Him How Slutty She Looks - Following the lines of the previous point, have her dress sexy for a date with him (you) and chat with him while getting ready. This time, encourage her to be flirtier with him and send him a pic (non-nude) to tease him. She can be fully dressed, but tell her to make the pic sexy so that he wants to fuck her even more. The excuse will be that she is going out with you but she wants to know if she looks good and wants his opinion. Of course he will say she is really hot. She will thank him and tell him she is really looking forward to the sex with you tonight. Once this is done, he will likely ask her to see more. She does not need to comply at this point, but can send pics as she pleases. However, she should also “accidently” send him a slutty pic that was meant for you (no face necessary if it is a friction point). Ask her to drive him wild. Since it was accidental, she will ask him to not share it and apologize. She will also mention how turned on she is for sex tonight that she lost her sense of who she was messaging. If he asks about her sexual experiences, have her describe how much she enjoys being a slut for you.

9. Have Her Confess to Him - Assuming she is comfortable making it to this level and having fun with it, the final step will be her confessing. She should find a way to confess to him that she has a crush on him and has gone as far as fantasizing about having sex with him. It is important to note that asking her to confess may be a barrier for both of you, and you do not need to push too hard. Ask her to do it naturally, and if she can’t, continue doing what you are doing but add a level of questioning and roleplay where you add, “What if he knew?”, and “How much you would like him to know”. There are a few ways of getting her to approach the confession, depending on her commitment level. The easiest path is usually when he is texting her about what he wants to do to her, while you eat her out or when she is in the mood in general terms. She can begin by offering hints about how she enjoys how he talks to her and asking him to tell her more and becoming more detailed. He will naturally wonder if she ever thinks about him and ask her. She should simply flow with the conversation and let him know. After she confesses how she thinks about him fucking her, he will make his move of wanting to make it happen. By this point, she should be well aware that you want this to happen, and that you enjoy that she wants him to fuck her.

Moving forward should be natural, but it may not be quick. There is a good chance that she agrees to have sex with him at this point, and you are set to go from there. If she is reluctant, just continue doing what you have been doing and do not worry. He will likely step up his game trying to approach her more and hit on her more, which can push her over the edge. In case things are not quite flowing that way yet, (normally because of a mental barrier), there is a part 2 to this post coming soon.

I appreciate your likes and reblogs, and as always thank you for reblogging my posts and spreading the word on this lifestyle. Let me know in the comments what you think, what works best for you, and more topics you want to see.

Techniques for Hotwives: by my wife

I absolutely love being a hotwife. One of the best parts for me is driving my husband insane with lust for me by giving him just the right blend of teasing and reassurance. Not only do I get the freedom and variety of choosing my own sexual partners, but I also get a husband who burns with desire for me. For the purpose of this entry I’m going to use the term hotwife for any wife with permission to play, cuckoldress for a hotwife who emphasizes her dominance in the sexual relationship, huband for the hotwife’s primary partner (could easily be a fiance or boyfriend), and lover for the other sex partner who’s not the husband.

Here are some techniques I regularly use that I’ve found hotwives and cuckoldresses can use to make their encounters extra fun for their husbands and for themselves.

When Husband is Watching You with Another Man

Eye Contact* - Nothing will arouse and tease your husband like strong eye contact with him. Eye contact says, “Look at me!” and makes it impossible for either of you to ignore or trivialize what’s going on. Eye contact can be gentle or fierce, depending on your style and the message you’re trying to send. I prefer to lock eyes for a long time, then wink or smile right before I look away. I like to lock eyes with my husband while I’m blowing my lover.

Smile* - Smiling is both a tease and a reassurance. It says both, “Look how much fun I’m having!” and “Everything is OK.” I love to smile at him when I’m riding my lover cowgirl-style.

Say Something* - You don’t have to jabber away, but it’s fun to say things now and then. I love dirty talk with my lover while my husband’s watching. I also like to interact with him, asking, “How are you liking the show?” or “Don’t you wish you were doing this?” I also encourage my lover to talk about how good everything feels and how much fun he’s having. Moaning, screaming, crying, laughing, giggling, etc. are all great things to do, too. It’s also cute to call you husband by terms of endearment like honey, baby, etc. when you’re being fucked by another man.

Dress Up* - High heel shoes, lingerie, nicely done nails, and perfume all say, “I’m putting effort into looking fucking hot for my lover!” You husband will be aroused by your appearance and jealous of the effort to look good for another guy.

When Husband is Listening from Another Room

Go Nuts* - Scream, cry, moan, laugh, beg, talk dirty, giggle, and slurp. Encourage your lover to slap your butt. These sounds will float through the closed door and to your husband’s ears, driving him wild with desire and jealousy.

Emerge, then Vanish* - Take a break from fucking. Go out into the room where your husband is: hair a mess, makeup smeared. Have a glass of water. Say hi to your husband. Then, go back to the bedroom. Close the door. Lock it.

Make a Movie* - Film your bedroom romp. Hook the camera in your room to the TV in the room where he’s sitting so he can watch live feed! He’ll be scratching at the door in no time.

When Husband is Not Around

Call Him* - It’s fun to call him and put the phone on speaker phone while you’re getting railed. Then, husband can listen! Even more fun (for you cuckoldresses) is let your other guy call from his phone instead. It’s more humiliating.

Texts* - Like above, but text dirty things. What you’re doing, feeling, etc. Have your other guy send husband dirty pics of what you’re doing.

Get Caught* - I love having my husband walk in on me when he’s not expecting anything. Just make sure that you know he’d be OK with this, and that your lover is also OK with this. Some people don’t like surprises.

Leave Evidence* - Your lingerie lying around the bed, sex toys on the nightstand, or a condom in the garbage all remind your husband of what you were doing in his absence.

Make a Movie (pt. 2)* - Film your bedroom romp and leave the recording on the nightstand for him.

Beer buddies

Hubby makes his own beer on occasion, and he is always looking for tips and tricks to hone his skills. A few years ago he met another home brewer at the homebrew supply store, James, and they hit it off well enough that hubby invited him for a BBQ and to talk brewing. Dwayne told me he had invited someone over, which didn't thrill me at the time, but when James arrived and hubby introduced us my pussy was tingling. James was early 40's, 6'2", well built, 225 lbs, and single.

Dwayne and James hung out in the garage where hubby keeps his brewing equipment, talking about beer and how long they had been brewing. I would occasionally walk in asking if they needed anything, secretly aching to see what James was packing. I'd smile at him but was careful not to flirt with him or give a signal to hubby that I was totally into him. While they talked I'd go to the restroom and quickly finger myself, and it wasn't long before my pussy was a sopping mess.

I told hubby he should get the grill going, so he and James went to the back yard and fired up the grill. I was taking food outside when James asked if he could help. "Sure" I said, smiling at James before turning around and walking to the kitchen. James followed and I handed him a plate, telling him "thank you sweetie". As I handed him the plate I made sure to touch his hand and winked at him. He smiled at me and took the remaining food to hubby.

We all sat at the table once the food was ready and chit-chatted for a while. Hubby and James enjoyed several beers and I was squirming in my chair, my clit and pussy begging for cock. As the two of them got drunk I was openly flirting with both of them, being mindful to focus my attention on Dwayne. At one point I began caressing James' left leg with my foot, and he'd casually glance at me and give me a wink while we all talked, laughed, and had a good time.

James had to call an Uber since he and hubby had quite a few beers. We said our goodbyes and he told hubby he'd be back for his truck the next morning. Hubby said he'd be at work long before James would return, but I'd be home making sure his truck was ok. James and I smiled at each other before he left. I attacked hubby, telling him his flirting had me soaking wet the entire night. He fucked me hard and fast, filling me up with a huge load before rolling over and passing out. I fingered myself to a nice orgasm, thinking about James, before falling asleep. The next morning I made sure hubby filled me up again before going to work.

After hubby left I took a shower, got dressed in a sexy pleated skirt, black thigh highs, silky button-up blouse, and black high heels. I kept an eye on our surveillance camera on the garage so I could know when James arrived while I started work for the day. About 7:30 I saw an Uber drop off James, so I made my way outside. "Hey there" I greeted James with a smile. "Good morning Carla. How are you this morning" he replied. "I'm doing great, darlin" I responded, "how about you?" "I'm doing well, thanks", he said, "just getting ready to head to work." "You should come in for some coffee" I offered. James thought for a second and replied "sure."

I held the door open for James and as he walked past me he smiled and looked me up and down. My pussy was aching and started dripping. We walked into the kitchen and chatted a bit while I poured his coffee. "Do you take cream and sugar" I asked. "Sugar, please. 2" he said. "Ooooo", I cooed, "he likes it sweet." "Sure do" he said. As I handed him his cup I slightly bent over the counter, with my exposed cleavage pushing forward, put my finger in his coffee and stirred, and quietly said "I like mine with extra cream", then pulled my finger out of the cup, slowly put it in my mouth, and slowly sucked it clean. James looked at me with a smile and said "oh really?" "Mmmhmmm" I replied, "lots of cream makes me happy." "I'm sure Dwayne gives you plenty" he flirted back. "Well" I said, running my finger over the rim of his cup "he's definitely up to the task, but I need more" I said, looking up at him with a sultry gaze, "I need a lot more, if you know what I mean." "I might, but you may need to explain it to me differently so I don't misunderstand" he said.

Without saying anything I stood up, sauntered around the counter toward the living room, bent over the arm of the sofa, spread my legs, pulled my pleated skirt up over my hips, looked back at James, and slid two fingers into my soaked pussy, then spread my lips and said "I need extra cream, darlin. If you know what I mean." James walked over, admiring my exposed pussy, and started caressing my ass with one hand while grabbing his hardening cock with the other. I resumed fingering myself, moaning and biting my lower lip. I heard him unbuckle his belt and unsnap his pants, and it wasn't long before his hardening cock was touching my slit. I reached back further and gripped his shaft, rubbing the tip of his manhood through my slit and over my glistening clit. "Oh fuck" I purred as I savored the feeling of his meat against mine. He let out a low moan as I manipulated his cock, grabbing my hips with both hands and slowly grinding against me. "Fuck me James" I said softly, guiding the tip of his cock to the entrance of my willing and eager married hole. He slowly thrusted forward, coating his cock with the juices dripping out of me, pushing forward gently into me until his dick was completely inside. I looked back at him and growled "I said FUCK ME!" Without hesitation he began pounding his rock hard cock in and out of me, and I pulled my tits out as he fucked me. I supported myself with one hand while I pinched and pulled my nipples with my free hand, my tits swaying wildly as he pounded my adulterous pussy. I could feel my pussy spasming, but before I started to cum James groaned "FUCK I'M GNA CUM!" "DON'T STOP FUCKING ME" I moaned as my pussy began to convulse "I'M CUMMING ON THAT DICK!!!" As soon as I uttered that last word we came in unison, with James gripping my hips as he plunged as deep in me as possible. My cunt walls spasmed around his pulsing cock, and I savored the feeling of jets of sperm filling me. We came intensely, and he slumped over on my back as his softening cock dripped the final drops of cum from his balls.

James quickly gathered himself and stuffed his cock back in his pants, apologizing for his hasty departure. "Sorry Carla, but I'm late for work." His cum dripped down my thighs as I stood up and pushed my skirt down, telling him "no problem, honey. I understand. Dwayne leaves for work at 6AM, in case you want to give me some extra cream again." James smiled and said "I'll be back tomorrow" before closing the door behind him. I walked over to the bedroom as James dripped out of my pussy, undressed, laid on the bed, pulled out my dildo, and fucked myself to a squirting orgasm.

Wish it was acceptable to call out to work with the reason “I’m ovulating and woke up still extremely horny af.”

Instead I’ll just try to stay busy. My panties soaking even with a liner, I’ll pretend not to notice when coworkers become a little more flirtatious. My scent draws “random” encounters and people standing just a little bit closer.

I’m a distraction to myself and others. As animals, we should recognize how vulnerable we are to such cycles. We should allow a break room just for those in heat. A secluded but open space where employees can answer this most primal call… satisfy my body’s need to be filled with cum again… and again… by one territorial mate or several willing to share. I wouldn’t mind variety.

I just want it to be natural for an aroused stranger to ask, “Are you ovulating? Do you need some relief?” And I can just sigh in thanks and spread my legs, “Please.”

And then, I can get back to work.

Why wife sharing/hotwifing?

Wife sharing has definitely been a process for me. A process that has lead to a lot of self discovery and personal growth. It has been one of the most unique and powerful experiences of my life. Its very unusual to me that letting my wife sleep with other men could impact our lives in such a positive way. I would go as far as to say that it has impacted my life to a greater magnitude than hers. The sheer thought of what most would consider betrayal, being not only a positive experience, but an experience that would create a culture inside of our marriage of trust and communication that would lead to a greater sense of closeness and love. It is a bit of a mind fuck, but none the less very true.

However, I feel as though, I have many questions that need to be answered. Questions about myself that I want answered. I mean, am I just a hormone driven man that is into some freaky shit, or is my desire derived of my gentleman nature, or maybe something in between. Why do I like wife sharing and what has it done for me? Why does my wife like the lifestyle, and what has it done for her? What has it done for my marriage? There are just some questions that are obviously going to be multi-layered and are probably going to evolve in the coming years. From what we have seen thus far, we have seen positive growth in both of our personal lives as well as in our marriage.

It is up to us to create a marriage that we both love. It is our responsibility to each other to create a marriage that enriches both our lives. Happiness takes many forms, and there are many ways to achieve happiness. The most important part of our wife sharing lifestyle, is that it is not something we need to be happy. There are plenty of other ways for us to be happy. Our marriage doesn’t lack anything, so as far as the marriage goes, we don’t need to add anything to it to make it satisfying. Things were really good before we got into the lifestyle, and we couldn’t imagine our relationship going to another level, everything felt really good. So why mess with a good thing, right.

It wasn’t easy for me to ask my wife if she would like to sleep with other men. I mean the notion of asking your wife to sleep with other men just seemed crazy. Crazy enough that I often felt broken. I knew my wife was an open minded person, but still I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it or if she was ready for it or if our marriage was ready for it. I also at this time didn’t know that there was a wifesharing or hotwife lifestyle out there. I seriously thought I was all by myself and that I just had a really strange kink. I grew up super conservative, so I had my own conscience working against me for over a decade. I just kept burying it deeper inside of me.

It wasn’t very long after we started dating that I had a dream about her being with another man. That dream had really turned me on, though I never brought it up to her. Then I started occasionally fantasizing about it, but always felt guilty about the fantasy. I know I dropped hints about wanting her to be with another man sexually, but I never pushed them. I at this time was not ready for it, that was for sure. It wasn’t for about 12 – 13 years into our relationship that I realized I was finally ready for it. We were at a point that things were more natural. No more toxic friends. We figured out what kind of people we wanted to have in our lives, we had all the children that we wanted, we had grown passed all the immature growing pains, and we were just in a really content place in our lives. Most importantly our marriage was bullet proof.

So I was trying to tell her for months, it may have been over half a year that I just finally blurted it out in the car on our way back from a weekend get away in the mountains. I was probably a bit awkward about it, but I said “I think I want to see another man fuck you”. She only said “okay” in a quiet not so sure what to say kind of way, I could tell she was short of breath and at a loss for words. I continued on to explain to her that I think it’ll be just a one time thing. Just something I thought I needed to get out of my system. Well that conversation started a lot more conversations. Over about a years worth of conversations to be exact. We talked about rules, and boundaries, we talked about each others fantasies. We saw sides of each other we had never seen before. This broke down nearly any wall left in our lives. We trusted each other like we never trusted before. The communication was amazing. It spilled over into all parts of our lives. We were living some sort of dream marriage.

This started as a kink of mine. One that I was embarrassed of, but my wife was very accepting of it. Not ever judgmental of me in any way. One may say, well she is the beneficiary of the true benefit here, and that being she gets to play with other men sexually, so of course she was accepting. While this is true, she never just jumped on board and took the fantasy and ran away with it. She considered it carefully, and she also considered and suggested that I find women to sleep with. So that door is open for me, and I do consider my options, believe you me. So even though this was born of a kinky pleasure, it has grown into something so special. It has increased the frequency of sex and flirting. It has made us emotionally closer. “She loved me enough to be faithful to me, but I loved her enough to want something more for her” - anonymous.

So the question, why do I like wife sharing? Or better stated more specifically. Why do I want my wife to fuck other men? A decade ago up to about a couple years ago, it was about a very specific kink that I wanted fulfilled. One that I thought if I saw it, I could move past it and go onto having a more stereotypical male fantasy. Well the accepting and non-judgmental nature of my wife is actually what turned it into something I (we) want to do long term for now. It became so much more than just getting off for me. It became another way to tell my wife I loved her. Another way to tell her I trusted her. Another way for me to spoil her. While it still turns me on, it also takes us to a level beyond other marriages around us. I see people suspicious of infidelity in their marriages. I see marriages dealing with insecurities and immaturaties. Marriages that lack trust and communication. I see that wife sharing would likely break these other marriages as well. It make me realize that my wife and I have something very special. We are dedicated to making our marriage work. No part of this lifestyle should ever effect our marriage negatively as long as we communicate honestly and openly.

So therefor I want my wife to fuck other men because it allows her to experience her sexuality in a variety of different ways. A woman’s sexual capacity is enormous, and no one man can peel back every layer of her sexuality. It takes many different personalities to peel back different layers. She deserves to experience that. I also want her to fuck other men, because I believe she deserves it. To give her a break from being a spouse, mother, and successful professional in the work place. I believe she has earned a good dicking and some time where she doesn’t have to think about anything other than just getting dicked really hard. Just letting her stress and inhibitions go. I also want her to fuck other men for my own selfish reasons. She comes home horny and I want to reclaim her. She is my personal pornstar and takes videos and pictures for me. I really enjoy helping plan her dates, give her some in-site as to what he may want, as well as helping her choose outfits and under garments.

In return, after the heat has died down and normal life takes its reigns again. We go through our day to day routines with a refreshed mind set. A refreshed closeness and love that helps keep things in perspective. Some people have different ways of achieving this same result, as do we, but for now I am only talking about the one peculiar thing we added to our marriage that made such a profound and uplifting shift in our relationship with each other that it is worth discussing and exploring.

As far as what this does for my wife and how it effects her. I think it effects her in a very similar fashion as it does me. Some of the differences are that she can flirt and play with other men with my full knowledge and support and not worry about judgment. She doesn’t have to worry about competing with other women, because honestly she is my fantasy. So I don’t really pursue other women, but when I do, I also do it with her knowledge. She also sees the genuine trust that has been magnified by this lifestyle. She has told me that she wants to add more men to her variety, but for now things are good the way they are. She can have as many lovers as she wants to as long as it doesn’t disrupt our marriage or our lives. She has my full support in exploring her sexuality. We live a very monogamous existence with each other, with the exception that sexual infidelity is allowed with the full knowledge of each other. Some would say that, that would automatically define our marriage as that of an open marriage or some sort of non-monogamous relationship. I simply don’t don’t see it that way and don’t really try to gravitate to defining it to particular words or groups. As far as we are concerned, we are monogamous in nature and we consider our marriage monogamous with benefits.

For anyone that would be skeptical of the lifestyle choice or of anything that I have had to say. I would applaud their skepticism. The choices we made were made cautiously and with much deliberation. We did not rush into anything and met the lifestyle choice with our own skepticism. The lifestyle is not for the many, it is for the few. I only hope it is viewed with an open heart and open mind. Just know that elevating your marriage can be found in the oddest places. There is no specific formula that works for everyone. Just be aware that it is through trusting each other and communicating with each other that anything may be possible. Even in this specific lifestyle we have made compromises with each other to make it work for us.

“My wish for you is that this life becomes all that you want it to. Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small. You never need to carry more than you can hold, and while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to. I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too. Yeah, this is my wish’. ~ Rascal Flatts

The Artful Throbber

Hotwifing is growing in popularity. 58% of men secretly admit they would like to share their wives. Imagine that! Half the men you know are into that and many of yours girlfriends are likely already doing it. A Hotwife is a married woman with permission to play but she makes the rules. Her husband must remain faithful. This lifestyle is a huge turn-on for many men. It’s not about jealousy and bi-curiosity. It’s about control. It’s about sharing the woman he loves, getting off on her enjoying other men, her being a personal porn star. Men who are into this kink tend to be hardworking, intelligent leaders. Alpha males, they are used to being boss with a take-charge personality and this lifestyle puts the control in the Hotwife’s hands. The more fun the hotwife has, the more her husband enjoys it.

It started for me when I found Hotwife porn on my hubby’s computer. I was shocked, offended. I thought he wanted to fuck other women. This was far from the truth. It took some time to realize he wanted to share me. It turned him on and he did not know how to tell me. Would I think he wanted to cheat if I did it? Would I think he’s bi? These are fears he had and it took some time for me to realize it was all about him being turned on by me being naughty and in control. It was all about me and him finding me attractive. Me being naughty makes him want me more. It’s brought us so much closer.

Most marriages get very boring in the bedroom. Hotwifing spices it up 100x. It’s important to focus on the physical aspect of sex with your dates and the emotional connection with sex with your hubby. The extra sex with other men isn’t the main focus, ITS THE RECLAIMING SEX WITH YOUR HUBBY. You just enjoyed a great, liberating experience and hubby gets you in the end every time. You’re going to be having a lot more sex and you will find yourself saying “can you do what X did to me?”.

Some of my list below ventures more on your hubby being more submissive. Others less so. If your hubby does not want to do the extra submissive ones, that’s ok. You might not either. It’s important to be respectful to hubby. Your date should always be respectful if your hubby is there for the encounter. He should never ridicule your hubby. That will ruin the experience. Depending on your relationship, you may say more submissive things like “what do you want him to do to me” or “is this what you wanted to see?”, or more dominant things like “watch how good he fucks me”, or engaging in more dominant activities that you will find below. Many couples are afraid to try the light dominant acts, but you might be surprised how much you’re both into it once you do.

Here are some tips, challenges, and dares!

Starting out:

1. Point out men you’d like to fuck. Tease the idea.

2. Tell your husband you know men who want to fuck you.

3. Flirt with men, even in front of your husband. Make it obvious you’re flirting. Even say something like “you and I should get together for drinks sometime. This is my hubby but he’s working tomorrow. How about we get together then?”

4. Tell men you’re married and need extra cock. A lot of men will fuck you harder knowing you’re married.

5. Talk about your exes. Especially sex with them.

6. Tell your husband you want to fuck other men during sex.

7. Tell your husband you won’t fuck him again until you fuck someone else.

8. During sex, make him admit you deserve more cock. Not just from him, but you deserve to be well fucked by other men, often.

9. Tell your husband of fun you’ve had with men while in bed. Be honest and tell him of occasions you’ve never told him. He WILL be turned on. I told mine of some past infidelity from years back and he was turned on.

10. Tell your husband you want to fuck your ex (and do it)

11. Tell your husband you want to feel another man fill your pussy with cum.

12. During foreplay, tell your husband you want to leave to go fuck someone you know. Have your husband take a pic of you to send to him right then.

13. Go to a hotel bar with your husband and flirt with guys. Try to get invited to his room.

14. Dance with guys and grind on them in front of your husband.

15. Have your husband tell a guy you’ve been flirting with that he wants him to fuck you.

16. Have drinks with your husband and a guy you want to fuck and tell the guy how you want to be fucked. Touch him, get close to him, guide his hands.

17. Get a guy’s number that you met with your hubby and secretly sext him in front of your hubby. Pro tip: Use the message app Kik.

18. Go on a girls night out and go home with a guy. Best if you have single friends. Make sure to dress slutty and have your husband watch you get ready. He’s hoping it turns into a late night.

19. Carry condoms in your purse and make sure your husband knows.

20. Sext other men and show your husband.

21. Have your husband take pics of you in your underwear for you to send to men.

22. Make a dating profile (Ashley Madison, Tinder, etc). This is a must do. Show hubby the guys you want to fuck.

23. Have your husband pay for lingerie your lover will enjoy. Say things like “Do you think he’d like to fuck me in this?”

24. Have your husband help you get ready for a solo date. Make sure to trim very well. Very little or no hair. Clean yet sooooo dirty :p

25. Go out and send updates and pics. Start clothed at a bar or restaurant with his hand on your hips or butt. Your hand on his crotch, etc. First kiss.

26. Go to his place and have your date send a pic of you bent over in your underwear. If it’s new underwear say something like “recognize the new panties you bought me? I found someone who will be the first to make them wet”

27. Send pics of his hand on your panties, rubbing your crotch. Suggestive pics. Don’t go full nude. Tease him.

28. Send pics of his face in your pussy.

28. Send a selfie with his dick in your mouth (very hot)

29. The pics stop as your hubby knows you are getting fucked.

30. Alternative: Live video or speakerphone your husband while you get fucked. Moan loud and beg for cock. Make sure to audibly tell your lover you are married and need to be fucked harder than your husband fucks you.

31. If you choose to send pics of the action, use low light. Tease him with it.

32. If no condom, scream for him to cum in your pussy.

33. If using a condom, use a new one each time you fuck and bring them all home to show your husband.

34. Tell your lover to make your panties soaking wet so you can show your husband.

35. Play with the idea of having your hubby eat your pussy after your date or kiss you after a blowjob. You might not think it, but when in the act both tend to find it very hot.

36. BONUS: Let your lover cum in your pussy and put your panties on immediately. Go home, lay on the bed, and spread your legs showing your husband your cum soaked panties.

37. Tell your husband every detail. You decide if your husband deserves a blow job, hand job, let him fuck you, or make him jerk off.

38. Make your husband use a condom to fuck you. Or don’t. Make him be your sloppy seconds.

39. MAKE HIM WATCH: It’s not going to be easy to find a guy who is okay with hubby watching. This is often best done if it’s someone you have been fucking so you and your lover are both comfortable. The three hottest moments of the first encounter hubby sees is watch your date slowly undress you, watching his cock enter you for the first time, and cum dripping out of you.

40. Introduce your lover: “Hubby, this is Mark. He knows how to fuck me and he’s going to show you how I like it.” Or “what do you want him to do to me?”

41. Have him sit outside the bedroom door and listen “Sorry, you can’t watch but we’ll let you listen”. Then make it loud!

42. Have hubby hold you while you get fucked.

43. Have your husband pull aside your panties while your lover eats your pussy.

44. Have your husband take off your panties for your lover.

45. Alternative: Make sure your panties are wet and put them on your husband’s head.

46. Or fuck with your panties on so they are wet and cum soaked. Visually, women look hot fucking with the panties pulled aside. Plus, you’ll get more cum in them for later tips.

47. Ride your lover’s cock so your hubby can see from behind. Great in video too.

48. Tell your husband he can’t touch himself. BONUS: strap him to a chair.

49. Look in your husband’s eyes as you’re fucked from behind.

50. Moan loud. Tell him how good you’re being fucked.

51. Wear your wedding ring and have your lover cum on it.

52. BONUS: Have your lover do something to you that your husband doesn’t: “Fuck my ass”, etc.

53. Have your hubby rent a hotel room and send him out for drinks when you have a “guest”. He’ll come back to you getting fucked.

***Other adventures:

54. Fuck several men. Make some more frequent but keep options. Fuck other men AT LEAST once a week. Your hubby will want to fuck you immediately, so be prepared for lots of sex.

55. Have your husband drive you to your lovers house.

56. Fuck your lover all night and call your husband to pick you up in the morning only to fuck your lover once more while he waits.

57. Kiss your lover as you leave and tell him you can’t wait to fuck again.

58. Tell your husband to thank your lover for fucking you.

59. Have your husband wait outside your lovers house while you fuck.

60. Tell your hubby to undress you for your lover.

61. Fuck your lover at home and leave your panties, a condom, or other memento on his side of the bed.

62. Fuck your lover on your wedding anniversary. Bonus if you’re wearing bridal lingerie. I planned this for a weekend getaway. My husband watched as I wore white panties that said “bride” on the back and white leggings for three rounds of fucking in our hotel room.

62. Fuck your lover on your husband’s side of the bed while he’s at work. Send pics and video.

63. Suck your lover’s cock and send a pic of the cum in your mouth to your husband.

64. Have your husband rent a room for you and your lover for the weekend. Count the number of times you cum and tell hubby. Must send pics!

65. Tell your husband he can’t fuck you until you’ve fucked X number of guys or X number of times.

66. Let your lover do things to you that you don’t do with your husband (cum in your ass, threesome with two guys). All the reason for private sessions without hubby.

67. Speaking of 3somes. Try two guys at once.

68. Wear panties with slutty messages (Return to Husband Full, Make a Mess My Hubby Will Clean It Up, Fuck Me Harder Than My Husband). Show this to men you’re flirting with in front of your hubby: Unzip and show message “what do you think of these?” I have some that say “my hubby won’t mind” at the top of the butt that I let guys see when in bars or a dance club.

***ADVANCED:

69. BIG BONUS AND VERY HOT. HE DOESN’T KNOW IT YET BUT THIS IS A BIG TURNON: When you come home with your panties full of cum, take them off, put on something sexy, and put the creamy panties on his head so your lover’s cum drips on him. Just do it. Nothing tells him you got well fucked like cum in your panties. VERY HOT.

70. Or…lay him on the ground while wearing the panties and rub your crotch on his face. Very very hot. He might just eat your pussy. I’m getting wet thinking about it.

71. Or…if using condoms, empty them in your panties and put them on his head.

72. When doing this, rub his cock and tell him how good you got fucked and tell him he needs to see and feel how good the cum was that was inside you. Tell him to feel your well used pussy.

73. When fucking in front of your hubby, make him wear your panties.

74. Blow your lover and swallow, but leave some on your lips. Tongue kiss your hubby.

***If your hubby REALLY deserves to be teased. You are in control and he WILL do what you say.

74. If your husband is watching, tell your lover to make a mess of your pussy because your husband will clean it up. Then sit on him when you’re done and let it leak all over him. His legs, chest, even his face.

75. BONUS: make him eat your pussy whether or not you used condoms. If you came home from a date, tell hubby to pull your panties aside and eat your pussy, especially if he cheated with X. Tell him how good you got fucked. Just tell him to do it and he will do it. YOU MAKE THE RULES.

76. Make a list of consequences. Checked a girl out: You get a Tinder date. Watched porn: you’re free to be a porn star with another man for the day. Flirted with a girl: You fuck five guys. One nighters, all weekend, your ex, someone you both know. Anyone you want and you make the rules. Even if he has to fly you somewhere to fuck someone all week. Updates and pics are required.

77. Spanking.

***Clearly there a humiliation factor that you both will get off to. Men knowing they are fucking his wife, you fucking men you both know. Maybe a friend knowing. Spanking (naughty boys deserve it). Your lover’s cum on hubby. Your lovers being told to show hubby how you like it. Have fun with this. It will make the experience stronger.

78. The hotwife 69. Get in the 69 position with your hubby but have your lover fuck you so your hubby has a great view just inches from your pussy.

79. ADVANCED: Strap-on play.

80. Wear a Hotwife anklet. Guaranteed to get attention of men in the know.

81. Have a friend spank your hubby. I have a friend who is a bit kinky and knows about our lifestyle. She felt my hubby needed punishment for flirting with a mutual friend years ago. I brought a guy home on girls night and she spanked my hubby, with my lovers belt, as I was getting fucked by my lover. I came out with the belt and handed it to her. After a while I came out with my soaking wet panties for him to wear and she sparked him. Of course you need a friend you can trust for this one.

***This Hotwife activity has brought us closer. We are more open sexually and satisfied. After all, I get many times more sex than ever. Sex with my husband is frequent. HAVE FUN!

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The following happened on October 6, 2019, and this is how I wrote it up back then:

My boyfriend likes to go play basketball with his friends and I like to go watch and support him.  Sometimes its just them shooting around, but usually it gets busy and they end up in a game with random people.  So when he’s not in the game we hang out and when he’s in the game I watch or go on my phone if it’s boring me.

I always dress to show off for my baby.  Even before our “arrangement” I’d dress extra sexy when we went there.  He always pointed me out to other guys and I think I gave him some kind of “cred”.  That didn’t stop them from hitting on me though.  More than a few times he’s let a ball go right by him when he was staring over to see who I was flirting with, but I was always a good girl and never left with another guy.

I’ve gotten much more flirtatious with the other guys lately.  My boyfriend didn’t tell me it was okay to do it, but he never told me not to do it.  Obviously I focus my attention on the black guys and they flirt pretty hardcore.  They put their hands on me right in front of him.  I’ve even had a few grab my ass.  I enjoy playing up the role of good girlfriend who’s just flirting and having fun, but one time it went further.

A Black guy I’d been flirting with told me to meet him back there some night my boyfriend wasn’t gonna be there.  I told him I don’t cheat on my boyfriend. He told me he wasn’t asking me to cheat, he just wanted to spend more time getting to know me.  I told him he had me right then and there, so let’s just chat now.  He said he was hoping to do a little more than chat.  “Like what kinda more are you talking about?” I asked.  “Meet me here tomorrow night and I’ll show you.” He persisted as I kept shooting him down.  

I saw my boyfriend paying more attention to me than the game and I motioned to him by flipping my head and eyes over to the parking lot with a slight point of my finger to try and ask if he’d mind if I took a walk with my new friend.  He put his hands up like a slight shrug, which I took as consent.

So I got up with my ass in his face, looked down and told him to follow me.  I led him over to the parking lot near the back corner of the court where there was a bit of privacy between my boyfriend’s truck and another one.  I told him, “alright, you got me alone so now what?”

It looked like tiny little me made him a little nervous. 

“My boyfriend can’t see us…” I said as he kept looking back toward the court.  “You don’t care your boy is right over there?” he asked with what seemed to be one last attempt to make sure I wanted something to happen.  

“Nope.  It’s more exciting with him over there, isn’t it?”  I said as my hands went straight down to feel his hard cock through his basketball shorts.  He was tall enough, maybe 6′3″ that I (5′1″) could just stand and lean down a bit to pull him out and take him into my mouth.  He was still sweaty from the game, but it just turned me on more.  His scent was so musky and taste extra salty, but in a sexy, animalistic way.  

After sucking and slurping and gagging lightly on his Big Black Cock, I looked up at him and told him to cum in my mouth.  I reached down to massage his balls as I worked as much of his cock down my throat as I could, sucking hard and drooling harder until he gave it to me.  Shooting so much hot cum that I almost choked on it, but I sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked until the last drop.  I stood up and wiped the mix of drool and cum from my chin.  

I got his number and punched it into my phone, but since I didn’t remember his name from earlier I just punched him in as BBC Basketball. I still don’t know his name even though I saw him one more time after that.

With his cum still fresh on my lips, I went back first to the game, but he stayed back a while.  My boyfriend was still in the game, but as soon as he was done he came over and I gave him a big sloppy kiss.  “I love you, baby” I told him as he looked at me wondering what I just did and asked, “where’d you go?”  

I could see the desperation in his eyes. Not jealousy or anger… The kind of desperation a cuckold gets when he suspects his Goddess has a new adventure to share with him. 

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll tell you all the details later.”  

My sweet baby smiled at me like it was Christmas morning as the taste of sweat and cum from that strangers Black cock passed from my lips to his. God, I love sharing that taste with him.

XoXo Jenny

After The Gym

I go to a smaller boutique gym located in a business park. I was running late after my workout and found that I was the only one left besides a much younger trainer with whom I had become friendly. We were chatting as he was closing up and I was getting my bag together. As he walked me to my car I thanked him for his recent help with my form and stuff while working out. He said, “Glad to help”, as he slapped my ass. He had never been physical with me before, and, I must admit, I got a little charge out of this. We got to my car and we were just chatting and flirting a little now, a first. He’s attractive and fit. Great abs! I opened my trunk to put bag away. I was turned, in my trunk bent over when he started rubbing my ass. I was surprised to say the least but I didn’t move. He mentioned how he’s noticed how much more tone I’ve gotten in the last couple months. He was now kneading my ass cheeks with both hands and I let out a little giggle as I wiggled my butt under his muscular hands. Then he ran his thumb between my legs grazing my pussy. I knew I should put an end to this but I stayed there bent over, head in my trunk with this man who was not my husband rubbing on me and now touching my sex. Then it happened, he was tugging at my yoga pants and successfully pulling them down. And I wasn’t stopping him. I rested my elbows on my bag as I felt him move my thong strap to the side. I haven’t been this wet in a very long time and this surprised me as I generally need a lot of foreplay. All of a sudden his hands were no longer touching me. I thought maybe he realized this was wrong. But he was just pulling his shorts down. I then felt him press against me and he slid in. Just a smooth move in one step and I took him fully. It felt like an hour but it was mere minutes. He came in my pussy then pulled out. This was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. I kissed him on the lips, we had never even kissed cheeks before. Then I told him I really had to get home. I sat in my car shaking. I could not believe what had just happened. I was in heaven. Now, I walk in the house and my husband is in the kitchen as I entered. “Wow, good workout today?” He said. Apparently my face was still flushed. Now he wants to talk about our days and some upcoming weekend plans. All the while the trainers seed is slowly leaking out of my vajayjay. I made an excuse to get to the washroom and to relive what had just happened. This was a one time thing, my trainer friend was still friendly but didn’t stop by as much after our encounter. I’m fine with that, it was fun, exciting, something I didn’t see coming but nothing I regret at all. And so happy to be able to share. L. Margie 2017

Getting a wife and mom to cheat

Beautiful story from reddit, but long and detailed. I love hearing about how a wife gives in to her lust.

Getting a married mom to squirt on vacation

Okay, so we are dinner and having a good time. It was our first night of vacation, and spirits were good. Almost everyone we were traveling with had come on the plane and were at dinner that evening. When we left the restaurant, someone had the idea to go to a rooftop bar overlooking the water at our hotel. Apparently that was a popular idea to have, as when we got there, there was a surprisingly large number of people gathered.

While we had had drinks at dinner, once we got to the bar, the consumption of alcohol increased rapidly. I’m not a huge drinker, and really haven’t been since college and medical school, but even I was partaking. I think perhaps the celebratory atmosphere, coupled with for many their first real party environment since COVID had shut things down over a year prior dropped inhibitions. The latter factor seemed to apply to many if not most of the other groups there.

As had been my practice the past four or so months, I was basically operating with my head on a swivel. Looking to see if someone was looking, catching a smile and acting on it, and then putting myself out there repeatedly. I did figure though that if I didn’t end up finding a hookup, I could always venture to the marina area where I saw at least three strip clubs on our afternoon walkabout.

As the evening went on, we ended up mingling with a group of women there on a girls’ trip who all appeared to be around my age. I wasn’t totally confident in my prospects though, as it appeared they were all married, so I was still looking for other options. On my way back from the restroom, one of the women in the group grabbed me arm, saying, ‘We thought you left! You should do a shot with us!’ She was mid-30s, with a sort of thick / chubby body. Huge breasts and a big ass, and she definitely was flaunting those two assets with tight pants and a low-cut shirt and push-up bra. Average looks with dirty blonde hair, she pulled me to the bar where the other women had just gotten a round of tequila shots. ‘One more for him please!’ she shouted at the bartender.

When the drinks arrived, she moved right up against me and yelled ‘Salud!’ at the top of her lungs as we all took the shots. She then turned to me and said, ‘Ten years ago, I would have had you take that shot from my cleavage!’ She was definitely laying it on thick here. ‘I’m Jen!’ she said.

‘Jack’ I replied, before following with, ‘Where y’all visiting from?’

‘Carlsbad, near San Diego. Work friends, neighbors, that sort of thing. What about you?’ she asked. I gave her the rundown of why we were there. We were interrupted when several of them ran out to dance and pulled her as well. As she was heading out she said, ‘Aimee – watch our stuff’. I wasn’t quite ready to tie myself to Jen, not to mention I still had on an old pair of thin flip flops I had worn to dinner, and passed to stay at the bar where “Aimee” had also declined to join the group. She was typing out something quickly on her phone, but the length of it looked more like an email than a text. She appeared to be the only one not drinking as well.

‘Trying to get few last emails in late on a Friday?’ I asked. She looked up at me, somewhat startled.

‘Sorry, what was that? I was in a zone.’ As we made eye contact I noted she bore a striking resemblance to Emmy Rossum (to be clear, I am in no way suggesting this actually was Emmy Rossum). Same eyes, same wavy/slightly curly dark hair, same full lips. Really beautiful, mid-30s woman wearing a floral romper.

‘I could tell, you seem pretty busy for 10pm on a Friday night on vacation.’

‘It’s like no one back home can survive without me.’ She replied.

‘Personally or professionally?’

With a laugh, she said, ‘Both! My mother-in-law had to come in to help my husband watch our two-year old. I don’t think I’ll hear the end of that from either of them. And no one at work seems to be able to take initiative on anything without my explicit direction.’

‘Sounds like you need a drink. Not interested in doing shots like your friends?’

‘Tequila and I have a history. We seem to hook up every five years or so for one night, and I make bad decisions.’

‘That sounds like a fun story. You should tell it to me over shots! How long since the last time you and tequila hooked up?’

She laughed again, ‘About five years!’

‘Then we definitely need to take a couple shots.

‘Ok, but does it have to be tequila? Just the smell of cheap tequila makes me ill.’

‘Who said anything about cheap?’ I waved at the bartender on the other side of the bar, and as he made his way over I asked her, ‘Are you a plata, reposado, or anejo drinker?’

‘I literally don’t know what any of those are. Are those tequilas? I thought we just established that my only knowledge is that tequila and I don’t get along? But, I’ll try it, so whatever you recommend’

When the bartender arrived in front of us I said, ‘We want to do two shots each of Clase Azul plata, resposado and anejo.’

As he got the shots ready, Aimee looked at me, ‘Three shots each? Oh my god, there’s no way.’

‘Just a sampler to figure out what you like. Drink what you want, and besides, these are sipping tequilas. Let’s start with the plata.’

‘I’ll take your word for it. I feel like the longer its in my mouth, the harder it gets to get it down. Wait, I didn’t mean it to come out like that.’ We both broke into laughter as we grabbed our respective shots of the clear, light tequila. Raising our glasses we did a quick cheers before taking a sip. Aimee started with just a sip before slamming it back. ‘See, I tried sipping, but went with what I know.’

‘What did you think?’

‘Better than I remember, so kudos.’

‘Want to try the reposado?’

‘Sure, but I’m warning you, I’m a lightweight.’

‘Just got slow on the next one.’ I then walked her through the difference between the plata and the reposado. Again, we did a cheers, and this time, Aimee almost managed to sip it, but ended up downing half of it. ‘Care to share on your every-five-year bad decisions?’

‘Oh my god, so, let’s see, five years ago, went out with friends for my 30th birthday and ended up getting a tattoo that I would never have gotten sober.’

Looking at her in the romper, I didn’t see any tattoos, so naturally I asked, ‘Where’s the tattoo?’

‘Ha! That’s not something the public gets to see.’ She replied. Intriguing I thought… ‘And then 5 years before that, I actually came down here for my bachelorette party and did a wet t-shirt contest and lost, because of course you have to have boobs to win. And then when I was 20, I ended up having a one-night stand with a guy I met at a bar on Cinco de Mayo. So, yeah, bad decisions all around.’

I held up my glass, ‘To bad decisions!’ She echoed my toast and clinked glasses with me, but rather than sipping, tossed back the rest of the shot.

‘Ok, and the third one is what?’

‘Anejo, aged 25 months in whiskey casks. Definitely for sipping. Sniff it first, you can smell the difference in it’ Aimee brought it up to her mouth and nose and inhaled.

‘Hmm, that’s different. Okay, I can the see appeal to these. To new things’ she toasted.

‘To new things and new people’ I replied.

We sipped the añejo and Aimee said, ‘Hmmm, I think I liked the one before better. This one is a little strong tasting.’ We continued to sip as we talked a little more about what we both did. I learned she did something in finance that I don’t totally recall, but apparently had an important job that required her to be available. I told her I knew what that was like from being on-call from time-to-time.

Our chat was interrupted by the other women returning from the dance floor. ‘Aimee! You’re drinking! Does that mean work is done? Yayy!!’ one of them shouted.

Jen then asked the bartender for another round of shots for everyone. I passed on it, and Aimee tried, but Jen was insistent. ‘No, Aimee, you’re always the goody two-shoes, you’re doing shots with us!’ The waiter brought out another round of cheaper tequila shots and the women all slammed them. Aimee made a face and mouthed to me, “Ewww, that was not good.” When Jen ordered another round, Aimee again got my attention mouthing, “Help, not this stuff”. I got the bartender’s attention and told him to give Aimee the Clase Azul reposado.

Again, the women pounded the shots with a lot of cheering before they jumped back out to the dance floor. Aimee stayed back again and thanked me. We were resuming our conversation when she got a text. Looking at her phone she said, ‘Shit, work. I need to get on my laptop. Would you terribly mind watching their stuff while I’m gone. I’m hoping it won’t be too long, but in any case, nice meeting you. Thank you for the very educational lesson on how not to make tequila my enemy.’ I of course agreed, and figured I needed to figure out a plan for continuing my streak.

Aimee swung by the dance floor to tell the others she needed to work and that I would be watching their stuff. I hung at the bar, talked to my group and the bartender some more, and downed some waters to try to counteract the tequila. After a few songs, the women came over, thanking me for watching their stuff. They were going to head downtown to dance at livelier bars. One of them said they tried texting Aimee but she didn’t respond, so if I saw her, to tell her the plan. Jen came up to me again and said I should join them, making eyes that suggested her intentions weren’t necessarily pure.

After about 15 more minutes, I was just about to call it a loss at this bar and head out, either to meet up with the group of women, or find a strip club when Aimee came back. As she walked up, I took her in fully, not previously having the chance. She was probably about 5’4” or so, and quite slim. The floral romper had a criss-cross front that barely showed her rather pale skin at the top of her chest and literally no cleavage, and she had on a cute pair of sandals to accompany. She saw me at the bar and came up, ‘Hi! I think I got ditched.’ she said as she walked up.

‘They headed downtown. I think someone said to Cabo Wabo. They wanted me to tell you.’

‘Oh my god, did you stay here this whole time to tell me? That’s so sweet. Can I at least buy you a drink?,’ she asked as she was getting the bartender’s attention.

‘Totally not necessary.’ I replied, but she wasn’t deterred. ‘I’ll have one more if you’ll have one with me.’

‘OK, but I think I’m hitting my limit, or blew right through that’ she said giggling.

She ordered two more shots of the reposado, and I had the bartender get us two waters as well. When the shots arrived she said, ‘Do you have any idea what the best way to catch up with them is? Should I get a taxi?’

‘It’s just a few block walk, but I wouldn’t recommend going it alone. I can walk you down there.’

‘Oh! That would be so nice. I hate to put you out like that.’ She replied.

‘It’s really nothing. Okay, let’s finish these and close out.’ We did another toast and drank the two shots as the bartender closed out our tabs (this is how I figured out Aimee had a nontraditional spelling to her name). As we left the bar I realized I didn’t really want to head downtown in these flip flops. ‘Can we run by my room real quick to change shoes?’ I asked.

‘Oh for sure, no worries.’ We walked down to our villa, chatting as we did. It was her group’s first night in Cabo as well, and the unwritten rule of “Go Hard on the First Night” is apparently a universal one. The other couple in my villa were still out, so our place was empty when we arrived. Walking back to my bedroom, Aimee was taking in the whole room. ‘This is much nicer than ours. So interesting how differently everyone decorates them.’ She sat down on my bed while I rustled through my stuff to get another pair of shoes. I heard a “hicc” sound behind me, realizing Aimee had developed a small case of hiccups.

‘Want me to get you a water?’ I asked.

‘<Hicc>, that would be great, <hicc>…’ she replied. I went to our fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Coming back to the room, Aimee had laid back on the bed still with her feet on the ground next to it.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, just trying to get rid of the hiccups, <hicc>and the room is just a little spinny.’

‘Sure you want to go downtown?’

‘Yeah, you gotta help me up though <hicc>!’

I moved in front of her as she raised an arm up. Gripping her hand, I expected her to try sitting up, more or less pulling herself up, so I was surprised when it was total dead-weight and instead of her coming up, I ended up coming down towards her. I caught myself just before landing on her. Aimee began giggling again, with us face to face inches apart. ‘Oopsie. That could have been bad <hicc>’ she said, with her hands now on my chest. ‘Wow, you’ve got a good body’ she said. I was definitely getting a flirty vibe here and started to lean in to kiss her. ‘<Hicc>’ right as I was about to, followed by her giggling. ‘Ok, help me up now’ breaking the spell. Getting up, I grabbed two hands, now bracing for the lack of effort I expected.

When she was standing, I handed Aimee the water. She drank most of the bottle, and seemed to be over her hiccups now. As I was getting my shoes on, Aimee asked, ‘Can I use your bathroom, I just realized I really need to go.’ I replied that of course she could, and Aimee went into the bathroom. Not 15 seconds later, the door cracked and Aimee peeked out saying, ‘Umm, this is embarrassing but can I get your help?’ Not knowing what she needed help with, I went into the bathroom, where she said, ‘So, I totally forgot that this romper is like a two person job. Can you undo the button at the neck? I think I can untie it, but I also need help with the zipper in the back. And no peeking at my tattoo!’

‘Ah, so that’s the secret bad decision tattoo!’ I replied. Aimee turned and I undid the button as she reached back and undid the tie for the criss-cross front. As I unzipped the bottoms, I did see the very top of the tattoo just peeking out of her grey cotton thong.

‘Thank you!’ she said as I walked out of the bathroom while she held the romper in place with her hands. A few minutes passed and I got another panicked ‘Jack! I need help again.’ Without thinking I opened the bathroom door to see her standing there in the grey thong with her back to me. I could see slightly more of the tattoo, which was sort of a tramp stamp, but basically where the crack of her ass started. It was a fairly modest thong and covered most of it, so all I could see was a small yellow upside down diamond. ‘Eeek, didn’t realize you were going to just walk in! I can’t figure this thing out. It made sense when I put it on tonight, but now it seems like it has more straps than I remember. Help!’ she said.

‘Okay, not sure what I’ll be able to do here. Do you want to hand it to me?’ She handed it to me and turned around, now facing me with one hand covering her breasts.

‘Don’t make fun of my itty bitties’ she said. I was looking at the dress, trying to figure it out, but glanced up as she said it.

‘I can’t even see anything’ I replied, honestly meaning it in a “don’t worry, you aren’t flashing” sense, but Aimee took it in a “you have nothing for me to see” way, and I could see her face drop. ‘You’re covering up, unfortunately, so you aren’t letting me check out your body.’ That luckily brought a smile, and she said, ‘Ok, honest opinion, do they just look ridiculous? I’m thinking about getting a boob job’ she said before moving her arm out of the way. They were amongst the smallest I had seen this year, probably a AA, and her light brownish/pinkish nipples and areolae were the most distinctive elements, with just the slightest bit of raised breast tissue. Still, she was really attractive, the slightest bit of post-maternity pooch, but overall her pale skin and slim figure all “worked.”

‘You’re gorgeous’ I told her. ‘Not everyone needs to be a C-cup.’

‘I would settle for a B to be honest. I thought they’d get bigger when Kaitlyn was born, but milk never came in. And I know my husband wishes they were bigger, among other complaints.’

‘I would just do whatever you want to do and not worry about what anyone else thinks. Like I said, you’re gorgeous.’ We stood there in the bathroom, her in a thong, me dressed, staring at one another, building incredible tension. Aimee broke that by moving towards me, dropping the dress on the tile floor, grabbing my shirt and pulling me towards her and leaning her head up and kissing me. Her tongue entered my mouth as my arms moved around her, my hand making their way down her back to her tiny ass.

We made out for what felt like 5 minutes straight, as Aimee’s hands felt my chest and abs over my shirt before sliding under. She seemed very interested in feeling my body, and I broke the kiss to unbutton my shirt and take it off. We were now skin against skin, although with the shorts I was wearing, I still had barely more on than she did. Aimee looked at my body and then up at me before pulling me back to the bed. She fell back onto the bed, pulling me on top of her, wrapping her legs around me and kissing me again, her tongue aggressively entering my mouth. Aimee’s hips were rocking back and forth against me from below, and her hands were all over my chest and my arms, gripping me and rubbing me. ‘I love your body’ she said, ‘I feel so small beneath you.’ Before I could respond, she kissed me deeply again, rocking her hips up against me hard in a grinding motion and pulling me into her with her feet, still wrapped around my thighs.

I rolled over onto my back, pulling her up and on top of me while I did, bringing a coo from Aimee. She whispered in my ear before kissing me again, ‘That was so hot, I’ve always wanted to try rolling over like that.’ We made out more as she continued grinding, with her movements getting even more intense now that she was on top. Aimee again broke the kiss and got up off me. I saw that the bottom of her grey cotton thong had a stripe darkened with wetness. ‘I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. We really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s just… you called me gorgeous, and I don’t think I’ve heard something like that from Justin since before I was pregnant, and even then…’ her voice trailed off. ‘It’s just, well, it’s nice to feel wanted. And it’s fun to kiss you. But that’s all we should do.’

‘Ok, I’m good with just making out.’ I replied, thinking about whether I would have a chance to head back to the marina to one of those strip clubs. ‘But if you’re uncomfortable, we can be done.’

‘No, I want to keep making out. I can’t remember the last time I’ve kissed someone, even my husband like this. Can I get you down to your underwear though? I think It would be easier, and it’s only fair, you know?’ She said that last part as she reached down and undid the button and unzipped me, pulling the brushed cotton shorts down before I had a chance to warn her that I was commando. ‘Oh wow, you’re not, and you don’t… and you’re um, wow.’

‘Do you want me to put them back on?’

She hesitated, staring at my package. ‘Noooo, Umm, can I… touch it?’

‘Whatever you’re comfortable with.’

‘Ok, I just want to touch it. You’re so… smooth.’ She moved back towards me, sitting next to me on the bed, and reached her hand down. It barely brushed over the surface of my cock, and she lightly rubbed up and down before actually gripping it slightly and holding it. She pulled it upwards (towards her) and just sort of squeezed it a couple times. ‘You’re really, umm, hard.’

‘I am, I was having fun and like I said, you’re gorgeous.’

‘I’m sure this is the alcohol talking, I know I shouldn’t be here, I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but can I kiss you again?’

I sat up somewhat, leaning back on my elbows and moved forward a touch to kiss her. She was still to the side of me and didn’t let go of my cock as we kissed. Aimee brought her tongue into my mouth again, kissing me deeply before I felt her shift her weight as she moved a leg over the top of my, letting go of my cock and straddling me as she sat down upon it. I could feel the damp spot on her panties as it provided the only barrier between the warmth of her pussy and my shaft.

Aimee began to rock against me again as we kissed. Her tongue increased its flickering inside my mouth as her breathing increased in pace through her nose. She continued this for several minutes, breathing faster and faster until she whimpered slightly into my mouth. I felt an additional gush of wetness against me, and as Aimee pulled away from the kiss and sat up, I looked down to see the small wet spot on her panties was spreading now. She was sitting straight up, directly on my cock, hands on her knees, looking at me with her mouth parted, breathing heavily.

Aimee then got up, and I assumed the post-orgasmic moment of clarity had caused immediate regret. She stood there a moment, looking at me, breathing heavily, her bottom lip quivering slightly. I was about to ask if she was okay when she reached down to the waist band of her thong, and slid them down. Her pubic area was smooth and pale, and I could see the slightest bit of her labia and slit with the pronounced gap between her thighs. ‘Don’t get any ideas, I just needed to get those off. They were too wet.’

‘No worries. Do you want help with the romper?’ giving her the easy out there.

‘Did you want me to go?’ she asked.

‘Did I want you to? No, I just thought…’

‘Shh. Give me a second here.’ She paused in reflection. ‘Can I, um. I want to do something for you.’ Aimee moved down to her knees in front of the side of the bed, kneeling between my legs. ‘I hope this is okay. Just tell me if I need to do something different.’ She put her hand on my cock again, and moved her head forward, placing her lips on the head. She rubbed them around the head slightly before parting more and allowing the head to enter her mouth. Aimee used incredibly light pressure with her lips, but her tongue did snake around and flick the head quite a bit, echoing how she was kissing me earlier. The hand that was holding the shaft was gripped tight around me, while her other hand rested on my thigh.

Aimee continued slowly moving her mouth up and down, focusing on the head and the top inch or so of the shaft. After about seven minutes, she paused and said, ‘My jaw is getting a little sore. I’m so sorry. I know I’m not any good at this. I just…’

‘Aimee, it’s okay. Seriously, it felt great. And you look beautiful doing it.’

‘I just, you’re so smooth, and I wanted to see how it would be different. It’s just, nevermind…’

‘What? You can tell me’

‘Well, all of us went and got waxed this week together because off the trip. I came home and wanted to surprise Justin with it. I got a wax once when I was in college before I knew him, but super painful, so only did it once. But then on Wednesday, I came out of the shower and showed him, and instead of liking it, he laughed and said it made me look like a child.’

‘You definitely do not look like a child Aimee. You’re gorgeous.’ And she was. An absolutely beautiful face, her petite slim frame was toned. Her curly brown hair was framing her small breasts, her nipples firm with arousal. Between the gap, her inner thighs were wet, the light reflecting off them somewhat.

‘Justin said to me, “What if I came home and had done that. I’d look ridiculous.” But when I saw you like that, all I could think was “I want that. I want him.”

I rose up off the bed, moving towards her, and wrapped my arms around her, gently lifting her chin up and kissing her again. She kissed me deeply again, pushing against my body, my cock now pressing up against her belly firmly. ‘I feel so small against you,’ she said as she broke the kiss. ‘I’ve been with Justin for 12 years and he’s just two inches taller than me. It’s why I never wear heels. Even when I was in college, both guys I dated were under 6 feet. And all of them have been, you know, skinny. You’re just bigger.’ She kissed me again, her tongue once again running along my teeth and “fighting” my own. ‘Umm, do you have a condom?’

‘Yeah,’ I said, breaking our embrace, and walking into the bathroom to grab the box I had brought for the trip. I opened it and pulled one out. ‘Why don’t you lay down, I’d love to return the favor first.’

‘You don’t have to, I don’t need a lot of foreplay. Justin said I haven’t bounced back from Kaitlyn’s delivery.’ Justin was really starting to get on my nerves.

‘Who says it’s just for foreplay? I want to taste you. Besides, you got that wax, I want to feel how smooth you are.’

Aimee laid down in the middle of the bed. I could tell she wasn’t yet totally comfortable. Dropping the condom package next to me on the bed, I crawled up between her legs, parting them as I did. Aimee’s pussy was soaked, her thin labia parted. Placing my hands on her inner thighs, I gently kissed my way up to her outer labia before running my tongue up one side and down the other. ‘So smooth’ I said.

‘Wow, I can feel everything’ she responded. But once my tongue licked between her labia and up to her clit, Aimee stopped talking, instead, mostly just breathing heavily in between soft whimpers. She tasted good, a combination of slightly bitter, slightly salty, and a little sweet. I followed her whimpers to identify the technique that worked best on her, which ended up being more of a circular swirling around her clit with constant pressure accompanied with my chin pressed against the opening below.

As the pace of the whimpers increased, I continued the pressure until she let out a gasp. As she did, I felt another wet gush against my face. It wasn’t much but did leave a wet spot on the comforter below her about the size of a cantaloupe in addition to leaving my chin and lips soaked. All in all, it was incredibly sexy that she was able to let go like that.

I moved back, stroking my cock a couple times to get it back to a full erection. As I did, Aimee watched me, leaning back against the pillow. ‘Are you ready?’ I asked.- She didn’t say a word, just nodded as I ripped open the condom and rolled it down.

As I crawled up towards her, Aimee spread her legs a little wider before reaching down to grab my condom-covered cock as I approached. She brought it to the entrance to her pussy, as I hovered above her. I pushed my hips forward, as the latex covered head of my cock parted her labia. Aimee inhaled sharply through her nose as I did before breathing out through her mouth. Whatever her husband thought, she was still quite tight, and her labia were gripped around me as I pushed in.

‘Oh my god’ she said quietly while exhaling again. I paused for a few moments before pushing in more. Aimee said a few more “oh gods” quickly as the rest of my cock made its way into her.

‘Are you okay, do you want to stop?’

‘Oh, I’m definitely okay. This is just really, um, intense. You’re bigger than Justin, I just didn’t really know how much bigger until you were inside me. But, it’s good, I’m good.’

‘Are you okay if we move a little?’ I asked as I started to pull back some.

‘Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah, that’s good, oh. Wow.’ I began to thrust my hips slowly into and out of her. Aimee stopped talking, but continued the breathing and whimpering she had done during oral. Given how quiet she was vocally, you could really hear how loud the wet noises were from where we were joined. After about five or so minutes, Aimee interrupted me with, ‘There’s a spot that’s sort of rubbing or something. It’s feeling really intense, can we try a different position?’

She didn’t give a lot of guidance, but if she wanted to change things up, I of course wanted to accommodate that. Recalling her pleasure at the flip over move earlier, I reached under and grabbed her ass while thrusting all the way in before rolling us over so she was on top. As I did, Aimee moaned, ‘oh my god, yes, that is so hot!’

I let Aimee now lead. She didn’t so much ride me up and down as rock back and forth, the actual movement of penetration was probably only a half an inch to an inch of penetrative movement. Her clit was pressed down firmly against my pubic bone as she rocked. Aimee’s ragged breathing began again almost immediately and continued for another 4 or 5 minutes, sporadically interrupted with a whimper or “unh” sound.

I watched as she fucked herself on me, mostly with eyes closed, watching as her mouth opened and closed, almost to a grimace before she said, ‘Mmmm, I need to stop for a minute and change positions, it’s just too intense on that spot.’ Aimee got up off of me, the condom and base of my cock just soaked with wetness. She was on her knees, sort of kneeling on the bed.

I sat up and said, ‘Why don’t you move right here,’ gesturing to where I was just laying, noting we now had two melon sized wet spots on the comforter. She moved over, and I suggested she go to her knees.

‘OK, but give me a moment before we start again.’ As she moved to her knees I saw the tattoo on her lower back for the first time. It actually wasn’t so much her lower back as the crack of her ass just above her tailbone. The yellow diamond shape I saw before had the “slippery when wet” road sign on it.

‘So that’s the bad decision tattoo?’

‘Oh my god, yeah, it’s horrible isn’t it?’

‘I think it’s kind of cute, what’s the story?’

‘It’s a little awkward telling you a story while pointing my ass at you.’

“Not if I do this.’ I moved behind her and licked from her clit upwards to her vagina, and then kept going over her taint to her asshole.

‘Oh fuck!’ she responded. “I’ve never, umm’

I pulled away for a second. ‘Had your ass licked? I’ll keep going if you tell me your tattoo story.’ I went back to her ass, eliciting a moan. I slid two fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with my thumb, causing Aimee to moan even more. As she regained her composure, she told me the story of the tattoo.

In summary, in college, she had taken a photo as a joke in front of a sign like that for her boyfriend, and it became a running joke amongst her friends. Whenever they were out and saw a similar sign, she’d jump out and take a photo with it. She’d always joked she should get it tattooed on her. So when she was out with friends from college around her 30th birthday, after way too many shots of tequila, the bad decision was made. She got it low enough that it wouldn’t show under a swimsuit, so it would be her (and Justin’s) little secret. Justin, however, was not a fan and said it was trashy.

My tongue was now penetrating her asshole while I was fingering her. Aimee had to interrupt herself several times with moans, and as she finished the story, she said, ‘I want you in me again.’ I removed my fingers from her pussy and my tongue from her ass and moved up to my knees behind her. The detour had brought me down from what had felt like an imminent orgasm, but I was still hard, so my hope was that she’d be able to go for a while in this position.

As I positioned myself behind her, it became even more evident how slight she was. As I gripped her ass from behind, each cheek was slightly larger than my hands, but not by much. I spread her slightly as I moved my hips forward, my cock fully obscuring the pussy it was about to enter. The sheen of wetness covered her inner thighs and ass, and as I pushed forward, there was truth to her tattoo. There was still some resistance, but the wetness provided sufficient lubrication to allow me to slide in. Aimee made a grunt/whimper sound as I did before letting out a deep breath.

I began to slide in and out of her, Aimee started off in a typical doggy style position. Regardless of whatever beliefs her husband had put in her head about the tightness of her pussy after the baby two years ago, she was gripping my shaft on every thrust. From that angle the sound of her wetness and our movements was competing with her whimpering, which was getting louder and almost becoming a high-pitched grunt.

‘Unh, I can feel that again, ungh’ Aimee said as my thrusts sped up a little.

‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘Unh no, it’s a weird, ungh, feeling, but good at the same time’ she said, dropping her head to the bed and arching her back. She was gripping the comforter tightly as she did. I pumped into her for a couple more minutes before she adjusted again, now raising her body up, her hands now in the middle of the headboard.

Whereas with the previous positioning, I could feel the head of my cock sliding against the “back” wall of her pussy, when she rose up, I was distinctly sliding against the “front” wall, and as I did, Aimee’s grunts grew louder and more frequent, corresponding to each thrust.

The rapid crescendo of her moans told me I was doing something right, so I kept at it until she let out an even louder one and pulled her hips forward slightly. At the same time, her vaginal muscles contracted strongly, effectively ejecting me from her body. Aimee’s hands dropped and her back arched again as fluid sprayed out of her with great force and in great quantities, hitting my cock and lower torso, as well as spraying between my legs.

It was a wild scene, only taking a couple seconds before she paused, breathing heavily. I still hadn’t cum, so thought I would try to finish with her. Grabbing her hips again, I pushed myself in, causing Aimee to groan again. She was tighter than she was before, and she once again resumed the hands on the headboard positioned as I pistoned myself inside of her. It took a couple minutes for her to resume the moaning, but once it came, I could tell she was getting to the same place. I tried to hold off as long as I could, and as she began to contract again, I held on to her hips and came hard into the condom. My own orgasm was interrupted though as the contractions got to strong, forcing my cock out of her, and as I finished spurting into the latex, another stream of liquid came from Aimee, accompanied by a high pitched moan.

As I pulled back and moved off the bed, I took in the scene on the comforter. The wet spot extended at least three feet from where Aimee was still kneeling, although the widest portion of it was the foot or so behind here where my body blocked the shot. It was one of the most impressive scenes of squirting I had experienced that year. Aimee though, as she got up from her doggy style position looked back at the comforter with a face of horror. ‘Oh my god, I am SOOOOO sorry. I get wet usually, but that’s only happened to me once before in college when I was drunk. I had no idea it was going…’

I cut her off. ‘Aimee, it’s fine. That was so hot. Did you enjoy it?’

‘Yeah, I mean,’ a huge exhale, ‘A lot.’

‘Good, then nothing to worry about.’

‘What time is it?’ she asked, moving over to her phone. ‘Oh my god, I have like 10 missed texts and calls. My friends are freaking out. They think I got kidnapped or something. They are all back in the rooms and I wasn’t there.’

‘Well text them and let them know. I don’t want the Federales to burst in here to rescue you!’ She laughed, and quickly fired off a text. ‘What did you tell them?’

‘I said that we went looking for them but couldn’t find them and must have missed them. I do need to get going though. Can you help me with the romper?’ She was moving to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. ‘Do you mind if I use this to clean up a little?’

‘Of course not, go for it.’

Once she was clean, or at least dry, we got the romper back on her. She hid the soaked panties in her purse, and gave me a hug as she left my room. It was a somewhat awkward parting, as there was little said, and nothing about the night we just shared. I did see her and the other girls at the pool from a distance a couple days later, but we didn’t interact and I don’t know if she saw me. It was a good way to start that Cabo trip, and as I’ve noted in other stories, that trip was a fantastic one overall, both as a vacation, and for my sex life.