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Honesty - Does size really matter?

Ok since so many guys feel they have to give me lessons on how size doesn’t matter I feel like I need to tell you why it does - to me.

You’re absolutely right. You can have good, even great sec with an average cock and won’t think much about a bigger one.

However, with an average guy I’ve never had that earth shattering sensation I get when a really big cock is penetrating me. It just doesn’t happen. Even when I’m not cumming, I look like someone who is - because I’m in another world completely. Im in ecstasy basically.

Plus the orgasms are so intense. I can’t describe it but the girls who’ve tried it will know what I mean. I basically feel like I’m exploding. My whole body just ignites. And it happens even when the guy is doing nothing but letting me bounce on it, move back and forth on it etc. So it really is the size.

Apart from that. A big cock is so sexy to look at. I get so turned on by it. I don’t know if it’s a masculinity thing or thinking about how big it is compared to me, making me feel small and pretty but it gets me wet. The whole reason why I’m on here is because it gets me off looking at big dicks fucking girls.

Some of you even think that I’m just crazy sexually - but I’m really a down to earth, sweet and kind girl. If any of my friends knew I had this blog, they’d be severely chocked. I’m a completely normal girl who studies and minds her business like any other so it’s not because I’m a sex addict. I just really like big cock and just talking about it has gotten me really horny already. So sorry guys.

But size definitely DOES matter

Memes are NOT real life…

Can we make an effort to create and promote better lifestyle content?

I’m tired of seeing all these repetitive posts with the same unrealistic Hotwife captions that are clearly written by porn-addicted men. No woman is telling strangers to “fill their slutty married pussy with hot cum”. I get that most people come to these blogs for fantasy, but it’s really damaging to actual couples who dabble in the lifestyle. It sets unrealistic expectations and creates a pool of unqualified suitors when real couples are looking for another man to join them.

No, a Hotwife is not a cum dump.

No, a Hotwife does not fuck anyone with a big dick.

No, a Hotwife is not just a fuck toy for your pleasure.

No, a Hotwife does not fuck some one else every chance she gets.

I’d love to see more blogs create realistic images and captions that reflect real relationships.

*rant over*

So you want to talk dirty but you have no clue what to say?

Dirty talk is an awesome way to explore your fantasies in a safe environment, but it can also be a daunting task if you’re not used to expressing your sexuality in such an explicit way.

What do you say? How do you say it? And how do you know he’ll like it?

Diclaimer: the following advice reflects our kinks and likes but the principles can be used for any fantasy you want to talk dirty about. We’re very much into hotwifing both of us. Basically he enjoys to watch me being fucked by a hung guy. He’s not into humiliation or being put down, but he do like to hear that another man can give me just as much pleasure as him, sometimes even more. For me, I enjoy walking that fine line where he’s a mix of horny and jealous. I want him to be horny thinking of me cumming over and over again, but I also love to know that it does sting a little bit when I tell him that a bigger dick can turn me into an obedient little slut and make me cum instantly.

Some safety rules.

First thing first. We don’t want your dirty talk to turn into a stupid argument, so let’s get some safety rules down first.

• Talk about what he like and doesn’t like beforehand. What I’m writing in this post is based on our likes and kinks, and they are not universal guidelines. You should always talk to your husband and find out exactly what it is he would love to hear from you. It’s important to keep this conversation non-sexual, so you get an honest answer, not a horny answer.

• What is said in dirty talk might not reflect real life. This goes both ways. Dirty talk is a great way to explore fantasies and boundaries, but not everything said when you’re raging horny is valid when you’re not. If something is said that surprises you, talk about it after. And remember, you’re going make him REALLY horny, so he might express fantasies or thoughts that is just that - fantasies and thoughts, and not necessarily something he wants to act on. In the same way you need to be clear about how you’re also just exploring your own fantasies as well as his, and might say something in the heat of the moment that you don’t necessarily mean or want to act out in real life.

• This is dirty talk, not a lie detector test. You’re allowed to exaggerate to increase his enjoyment, but I strongly advise you to reveal the truth after he’s had his orgasm so you won’t create a distorted image in his head.

What dirty talking is not

Dirty talking is not overthinking how to phrase the perfect sentence. In fact, once you start articulating your husband’s fantasies, I guarantuee he will be so horny he couldn’t care less how well you phrase it. Just the fact that you’re talking about his fantasies means that he’s too busy trying to keep his orgasm back to even care. Just relax and say something. Anything.

Don’t rush it

The goal with dirty talking is of course to make your husband have an amazing orgasm, but do not rush it!

I’ll dare say that for your husband the process and the talk itself is way more exciting than his orgasm. So take your time and let him  enjoy and simmer in it.

Don’t worry about repeating yourself

You might be thinking “but I already told him that story 3 times, I can’t think of something new”. Don’t worry about that, just tell it again. Trust me.

And now…. Without further ado here are my secret dirty talking methods that’ll make your husband lose his mind.

And then what

I find that the biggest obstacle in dirty talking is how to start it. That first thing you break the ice with. It can feel a bit awkward at first, but you’ll quickly get the hang of it. I’m a big fan of something I call the and then what technique. Basically you just start with a rather innocent question or statement and then evolve into the next natural thing that would happen. So you say something, and then pretend someone asks you “and then what” and then you answer that question.

So let’s pretend for a second you’re on top of your man, riding him cowgirl style and you want to spice it up a little.

Simply starting with a “you like the way I fuck you?” Is enough to break that awkward ice. He’ll answer yes of course. And then what? “then imagine how Mark (using names of actual guys you know works amazingly) would feel if I fucked him like this”

And then what?

“I would bounce up and down his cock just like this. He’ll get to feel how tight your wife’s pussy is”

And then what?

“then I want him to….”

You get it.

Reliving the past

My husband is very much into hearing stories about guys I used to fuck so this one is his favorite type of dirty talk. The way it goes is when I give him a handjob, blowjob or even ride him, I would say something like “you like the way I stroke your dick?” (asking if he likes it is always a great way to break the ice and initiate dirty talk without feeling awkward). This always gets me a very enthustiastic “YES!” to which I answer something like “this is exactly how I used to stroke [name of guy I used to fuck]’s cock…” (pause for dramatic effect) “except… His was a lot bigger than yours”. This line alone is usually enough to almost bring him over the edge, and if not it’s a great way to go into more details - how did it feel to stroke a much bigger dick, would you do it again, perhaps the guy used to get so horny that he would fuck you before you could finish the handjob, etc. Details, details, details, I can’t stress it enough.

Fair warning: not everyone is into hearing about your past! Make sure your husband is into that before springing this on him.

The commentator

This one is super easy because you don’t feel like you’re talking dirty, you’re just saying what’s on your mind. So the way it works is to watch porn with your man and simply make comments about the movie paying. Particularly about the guy and what you like about him. Compliment his dick, go into details about what you like about him, think out loud like “I really wish I could get fucked like that one day” / “look how big his dick is. He would make me cum so fast with that”

If you’ve fucked someone who reminds you of the guy, by all means tell your husband about it. Watching a porn with a guy who’s fucking some girl senseless and hearing your wife drop the bomb that the guy is the exact same size as some dude she dated in college is a sure way to make your husband look at the porn and all he will see is you being fucked right there on the screen. Very hot for both of you.

The yes ladder

This is a really simple but very effective technique that is easy for new dirty talkers and is guarantueed to drive him crazy.

In a nutshell what you do is ask him some questions that all leads to a yes. With each question the intensity in what you’re asking increases. There’s something crazy hot about this almost confessional way of talking dirty and being “forced to admit” your deepest fantasies. This is a great way to get yourself going, and to test out boundaries.

Optional: let him know ahead of time that you’re going to ask him questions and if he says no just once, he don’t get to cum. See what he’s willing to say yes to - just remember these are forced and horny yesses expressing what he likes in the heat of the moment. They don’t necessarily count in real life.

Example of a yes ladder.

“you like this huh”

“would you like it if i did this to another guy?”

“would you let me pick any guy i want?”

“what if i want a guy who’s bigger than you, would you allow that?”

“do you want him to fuck me hard?”

“what if he makes me cum really hard, can you handle that?”

“what if he makes me scream out his name, can you still handle it?”

“can I fuck him right here in our bed?”

“would you allow me to fuck someone I’ve dated before?”

“even if he really knows how to fuck me good?”

“what if I want him to fuck me while you wait in the other room, will you do that?”

You get it, just continue like this. Make the questions increasingly more provocative and test his boundaries, maybe even cross them if you know he can handle it.

The O-bomb

This method works extremely well if you’ve been teasing and playing with him for a while, keeping him right on the edge and he’s SO close now that you can make him cum any second.

All there is to it is asking him “do you want to cum?” he’ll answer yes almost pleading. And that’s when you drop the O-bomb. The O-bomb is some of the blue thought you put into his head and force him to cum to before he can even react.

For example: he just said yes he wants to cum. You then say “good. I want you to cum while you think of me cumming all over (name)’s big dick” and then you simply force him to cum before he even gets a chance to react. As he’s cumming you keep feeding him the thought over and over until he’s done. “yes, cum while you imagine how he makes me scream” etc.

The story

My personal favorite. One thing is to talk about imaginary stuff that could maybe some day happen. Another is to talk about stuff that actually already happened simply by telling him a story about some incredible hot sex you’ve had, either because the circumstances where hot, because the guy knew what he was doing and fucked your brains out or the guy happened to be seriously hung.

This is also super simple for you because you dont have to make anything up, you simply just tell what happened and describe the situation.

Don’t worry about elaborate descriptions or anything. Trust me he’ll ask you to elaborate when he hears something he likes. Just describe what happened and how it felt for you. Especially the “how it felt” part is very important.

The talk

Now in the safety rules i told you to talk about what he likes and dislikes without touching him so his arousal won’t reflect his answers. This time you do the exact opposite. Simply have a conversation about what he likes while slowly touching his dick. There’s something really hot about just talking while casually stroking him. And you’ll be able to measure his response simply by the way his dick throbs, which is incredibly hot.

How to start it: just casually ask him a question about his likes and as he answers you slowly start touching him while asking him more questions.

The close your eyes and imagine

Sometimes it can be a lot easier if your husband can’t see you when you talk dirty.

Example:

“close your eyes. Do you like my hands on. Your dick? Now imagine i was doing this to another guy. Stroking his big dick just like this. I would be so turned on knowing it isn’t you. My pussy would want to feel him inside me. Imagine how he would push me down and fuck me. Imagine how i would gasp when he starts to stretch me. How I would scream when he goes deeper than you.”

Do you see how the above also make use of the and then what technique to tell the next part of the story?

Putting it all together

Now, I know reading about it and actually doing it is two very different things. When you’re first starting out I actually advice you to plan out your dirty talking. This might not be as sexy and spontaneous, but while you’re still getting the hang of it it’s nice to be a little prepared so you don’t run out of things to say. I would also advice you to start off doing it while giving a handjob, as you will have a much easier time focusing on what to say than if you were giving a blowjob or having sex.

Let’s break the ice with an innocent “do you like the way it feels when I stroke your cock?”

When he says yes I would then say something like “good…. Now close your eyes” wait for him to do it.

Then: “would you like it if I did this to another man?” - “yes”

Then: “you know, [name of ex / bull / fantasy guy] used to love when I stroked his dick. Of course his was a lot bigger than yours, I could barely close my hand around it”

Then: “do you like that, thinking about how I used to stroke his big cock?” - “yes”

Then: “having that big cock in my hands always made me feel so tiny and horny”

Then: “do you want me to show you how I used to suck him?” - “yes”. Then put all your effort into giving the best head you have ever given.

Then: “mmh… Can you imagine how good his cock must have felt in my mouth? I used to suck him just like that until he came in my mouth”.

By now he should be getting pretty close, so it’s time put on the finale. Ask him “do you want to cum?” - “yes”. Start stroking him faster.

“tell me…” - make him say that he wants to cum.

“I want you to cum while you think of me getting fucked by [name]. He would always make me cum so hard. Imagine how I used to scream his name” - if you really want to go all out you could start moaning the name of this other guy, whether that’s your bull, an old fling, your husband’s friend or who ever you like to fantasize about.

Do you see how easy it flows from do you like it, to imagine it’s someone else, to describing how you used to do or would do it on someone else?

With time it will come naturally and you won’t have to plan ahead, but to begin with it’s nice to have an idea of how you want to start it, how you want to end it and how you bridge that gap.

There you have it. My secrets to driving your husband wild. Now go… Make him lose it.

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

I get asked a lot about the hotwife/stag lifestyle so I figured I could help many of you out by laying out how we do it.

Well it all goes back to the foundation a couple has. My husband and I have been together since HS he is my soulmate period end. Do I love him, yes with all my heart? Does he have an amazing monster cock, no, but I still love fucking it.

Do I lust after other cocks, yes.

Do I lust after how other men fuck me, yes.

Do I love big cocks, yes. Do I love big black cocks, yes.

Do I fuck other men that my husband doesn’t know about, NO. That is cheating, so even if it is a quickie he knows about it before it happens or right after!

Do I allow myself to fall in love with side fucks, NO.

Do I allow other men to run my husband down, cuck him, etc, NO. Sometimes it plays into a fantasy but never more.

Do I see him as less of a man, NO. I see him as more of a man to be able to let me explore this side of my sexuality.

Does my husband always reclaim me, yes, which reaffirms our love for each other.

Bottom line is it all boils down to the foundation a couple has and the rules they setup for the hotwife stag lifestyle. Take your time with your wives. This process doesn’t happen overnight, it takes months, sometimes years for women to build the confidence needed to do this.

If you want to know more ask away I am here to help!

MY FIRST BIG DICK

Note: I have no idea how long this post will end up being, but this is probably one the most eventful weekends of my life for tons of reasons. I’ve waited for this moment for so long and if you were ever going to reblog one of my posts, it should be this.

For the past week or so, I’ve been texting this boy on and off that I met at a frat party last weekend. He isn’t a frat bro, but he’s 6′2″, Columbian, handsome as shit, funny, and plays soccer. For anonymity, I’ll call him Dan. He’s not the kind of guy I would normally go for, but he’s good conversation and with everything that’s been going on between me and my ex the past week, it’s been a huge relief to be able to connect with someone. I have zero romantic feelings towards him, but I’m absolutely physically attracted to him in a way that honestly caught me off guard at first. I think it was something about the way he looked me up and down when we first met, that he just gave off this carnal energy that made me flustered and confused.

Like every cute boy I talk to, I became a mess, stumbling over my words and accidentally making it very obvious I think he is hot. I wish I could give you all more details of that night and our initial interactions, but I was honestly wasted and don’t remember much more than briefly talking to him, then making out for pretty much the rest of the party.

I’ll stop the story here to mention that while my boyfriend and I are in a tough spot right now, I still have incredible emotional reserves for him and would not be doing any of this stuff had I not been entirely caught in the moment and swept off my feet by this dude. It was never my intention to do anything behind my boyfriend’s back, and none of this happened out of spite.

So the week goes on, and he continues to text me, and I only respond occasionally. I spent a few days after the party reflecting on what I really wanted and feeling bad about entertaining this guy purely out of my own loneliness and need to talk to somebody. During those few days, my boyfriend made it clear to me that he needed more time to think about our relationship, so I decided to just say fuck it and keep talking to Dan. As the week went on, I felt less and less bad about it and on thursday night Dan invited me to hang out at his apartment and watch Netflix that friday. I had LOTS of reservations at first about going through with anything, because I knew he probably had intentions of sleeping with me and I didn’t want to put myself in a potentially compromising situation. But after enough peer pressure from my girl friends and rationalizing with myself that I shouldn’t pass up this opportunity to at the very least spend an evening with someone I would have otherwise spent alone, even if it was just watching TV. 

In truth, when I got to his apartment I didn’t think we were actually going to do anything at first. His two roommates were home and they spent the first hour or so hanging out with us, asking us silly questions and just introducing themselves. A few times throughout, they subtly made jokes about Dan and I fucking and implied that it wouldn’t be easy at first, which embarassed the shit out of me but suddenly made it all I thought about while they talked. I only had maybe a drink or two, but Dan had a huge, expensive glass bong that he let me smoke out of and I got stupid high after coughing my ass off. Just shortly after we all smoked and finished the episode of Always Sunny, his roommates said they had a party to go to and promptly left me and Dan in the apartment alone. Almost immedialtely, he put his big, muscular arm around my dainty shoulders and I got pulled straight into his mouth as we started making out. It all happened in such a way where it swept me in the moment and I hardly had time to process any of it. I had so many thoughts rushing through my head and I thought about everything from what was about to happen to me to what my boyfriend would be thinking if he saw me like this, to how good his cologne smelled. I’m glad we made out simply for the fact that I would have been speechless and utterly unable to form proper sentences. I was wear a tight, mirco-length white dress that really hugged the shape of my body, and him running his big hands all over my sides and around on my ass as we made out started sending ripples of energy to my vag and quite honestly turned me on immediately. 

I hardly had time to process any of it before he grabbed my hand and put it straight on his basketball shorts, where once again I felt his soft dick and reconfirmed that holy shit, it’s BIG. Like, without question bigger than my boyfriend. Now granted, my boyfriend is more of a grower than a shower, but as soon as I felt his dick resting on his thigh, I knew I was in trouble. Obviously, as soon as I felt that, I cut to the chase and pulled his shorts down so I could finally know what I was working with. As soon as I did, my jaw DROPPED.

I pulled Dan’s penis out from his shorts and it was literally almost as big as my boyfriend is hard, but soft. Granted, Dan is taller than my boyfriend so I definitely expected him to be bigger, but not THAT big. I had no words. I had told him during the week that my boyfriend was the only person I’ve ever been with, so he knew that I had no experience even seeing a dick that big with my own eyes. I spent a good three/four minutes just holding it in my hands, looking at it then up at him watching me stare in disbelief. I could tell he was getting a kick out of it, but I seriously couldn’t control myself. It was so big. 

Then, it started getting hard. My hands were on it, and all of a sudden I could feel it swelling up, pulsing every few seconds with energy as it got bigger in my hands. It hit my boyfriend’s length quickly, and then continued to get bigger and bigger. My eyes were wide the entire time, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was so high or what but I felt my heart start pounding each second it got bigger.

Once it was finally hard, it was legitimately the size of my wrist and I gasped when I stuck it next to it for comparison. Believe me guys, I wanted nothing more than to just take a picture of that right then and there to show you guys the size of it, but my phone died shortly after arriving at his house and I forgot my charger at home (he only has androids). Regardless, I was speechless, and knowing me, I had to ask him the first thing you’d probably expect me to ask: How big is it? 

Conveniently he had a ruler in the room and he let me measure him. It was just over 8 inches, like 8.1 or 8.2″. I thought it was going to be big, but I was shocked. His dick was the size of the dicks in a lot of the gifs I post, which I thought would honestly never happen to me. It was rock hard, had big, thick veins running along it that I kept feeling with my fingers like a blind person reading braille. Since he’s Colombian he’s tan and his penis was a beautiful shade of light brown that gave it a more exotic look than my boyfriend’s dick. After I was swept up in the initial shock and awe of his penis, my mind immediately drifting towards the challenge on the horizon: How was I ever going to fit this thing inside of me?

I started getting more nervous as I realized I have no idea what to do with a dick that big to keep it from impaling me, so I told him straight up that I’ve never been with anything that big and we would probably have to be extremely slow and careful. He told me to rest easy and to trust he knows what he’s doing, which both relieved me and instantly made me wet. I was still nervous and trying to stall it in any way I could, though, so I tried to give him a blowjob first. His dick was circumcised, and the head was big enough that it was literally a struggle to get my mouth past it. Part of me blames myself for not practicing any deepthroating techniques, but I did not think this boy’s dick was going to be this big. I gagged, had a hard time keeping my teeth off it, and eventually had to give up. He didn’t take it harshly, and actually said it was hot that I couldn’t even fit it inside my mouth. I shrugged, but before I could respond he picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bed in the room over (another major turn on, that’s something my boyfriend has never done to me). He laid me down, helped me unzip my dress and spent a good 10 minutes just looking up and down at my naked body, taking time to feel every curve and crevice and study me. It was honestly one of the hottest things a guy has ever done to me, especially since I knew I was the reason his big dick was hard, throbbing, and dripping with precum as he looked at me. He flipped me over and started grabbing and kneading my ass, spanking it and just appreciating the shape of it. My butt has definitely gotten bigger and wider over the past few months, and my boyfriend has hardly commented on it, but other guys have definitely taken notice.

He flips me over again, and without a word in between he begins to pull me legs apart and eat me out. Now, my boyfriend is actually pretty good at eating me out, and that’s something I’ve always given him props for. Even though I haven’t came from intercourse, he can almost always make me cum with oral. Dan however, just had a tongue that felt… different. It was wider, and had a bit more force behind it so as it ran up and down my clit, it hit the nerves in a way I never felt before. It wasn’t any better or wose than my boyfriend, just… different. In a welcoming way. After a few minutes, his tongue sent me over the edge and I came from it. That’s typically when my boyfriend would switch to actually fucking me, but Dan kept his head low and grabbed me by the hips as I came. When I was done spazzing out, he just went straight back at it and continued to eat me out. My clit was ridiculously sensitive, and I was twitching and jerking the entire him, only being held down to the bed by his big hands gripping my hips. In less time than the first one, I came again.

I was shaking, sweating, and already out of breath. His tongue felt so good alone that it almost felt like I had had an entire sex session already… and that’s when he decided to bring out the dick. Luckily, I was already soaking wet from him eating me out, or it probably would have been a nightmare trying to fit it inside me. I told him to go incredibly slow, and with deep breaths, he pushed the head of his huge cock inside of me. I immediately almost screamed and gripped the bed sheets, as I had never felt that kind of pressure and pain in my vagina in my life. Once he told me he got the head in, I thought he was lying, because it felt like I was already being torn apart. His dick even just resting on my small frame before it went inside me looked like it was going to have a hard time fitting. I honestly don’t know how girls my size do it.

It hurt so much, I started to panic and told him that this might not work. He assured me it will and we took a break to smoke more for a few minutes. Back on the couch, he just sat there with his dick pointing up and said we should probably try it in cowgirl first. I obliged, and got up on top of him and tried lowering myself slowly over his dick. I don’t know if it was the weed or what, but I felt like I had much more control over letting it inside me, and about two minutes later I managed to actually lower down onto it as much as I could without it punching my cervix (which also hurt, holy shit). I literally felt like I was sitting on top of a fire hydrant or something, like no dick that big was ever meant to fit in a girl my size. But once I began to raise myself off it… holy shit. The sudden friction in my vagina, and the feeling of all that pressure and energy suddenly moving in the opposite direction felt incredible.  Don’t get me wrong, it still hurt, but added to the pain was some weird, fantastic feeling of ecstasy. Almost like every single nerve in my vagina was all being hit at the same time, including my g-spot.

Slowly, without him moving, I began to work my hips on him and get into a nice rhythm on his dick. At that moment, I had a literal epiphany where I suddenly completely understand everything everyone has ever said to me about why they love big dicks. That raw, primal feeling of just being filled all the way, getting just… fucked, without him putting in any effort was just so sexy and so hot. The amount of pressure and energy I felt radiating from my vagina throughout my entire body just from the sheer size of his penis felt so completely different than how my boyfriend fucks me. Even when sex with my boyfriend is amazing and he does everything right, the feeling and sensation in my vagina just isn’t as…. challenging as Dan’s bigger dick felt. I can still see how a guy with a smaller dick could do a better job in bed than a bigger dude that’s completely clueless, but I now firmly believe that even a mediocre big dick feels physically better than a “good” smaller one. Now obviously there’s exceptions to that, but I fully believe that the bigger the size difference is, the more of a difference this makes.

Sitting on the couch still, I rode his dick for probably a good five minutes before the pain of the size started to subside and the physical pleasure began to really exceed it. More and more, it was beginning to hurt less and instead just feel absolutely fucking amazing. After a few more minutes, the pressure building in my body hit absolute maximum, and I lost control of my legs completely. I was shaking violently on his dick, having one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. I screamed. Literally. I’m surprised his next door neighbors didn’t knock on our door, because I shrieked bloody murder as I came, his penis just made my entire physical being explode into rainbows and supernovas. I have never experienced anything like that. 

After basically regaining consciousness, he picked me up off the couch as I held onto his shoulders, and he began to fuck me while holding me midair in his arms like the gifs I post. That feeling of complete lack of control in the hands of a sexually experienced man was one of the sexiest feelings ever, and I came a second time in his arms. I couldn’t believe what was happening. 

At that point, he brought me back to the bedroom and we kept fucking for probably another 10 minutes at least, in everything from doggy to missionary to reverse cowgirl. I found that the positions where I have more control over my hips tend to feel a little less intense, and I could tell he was so into me being on top of him. He was way stronger and more aggressive and dominant than my boyfriend, though that’s something I expected from someone much more athletic. His stamina was incredible, and he literally kept going even well past my “breaking point”. After cumming again TWICE (that’s four in total), I was physically, emotionally, and spiritually drained. I felt like my insides were completely rearraged, and had to stop fucking to just finish him off with two hands on his cock. He shot his load onto my face (something I’ve only ever done once with my boyfriend), and handed me a towel to clean myself off. It was honestly pretty degrading but also incredibly hot?? He was nice enough to let me pass out in his bed, and made breakfast for me before ubering me back to my dorm. When I got home, I spent probably two hours just reeling in pain and looking at my busted ass in the mirror reflecting on the fact that I just had the craziest sex of my entire life. Note that I said crazy, and not best. While physically, it was LEAGUES beyond anything my body has ever experienced with my boyfriend, it still had that lack of emotional bond that I feel like is required to really call it the “best” sex of your life. But fuck man, it felt fucking good. 

So yeah, I really hope that this is something I’ll be able to put behind me and not feel bad about if my boyfriend and I end up working things out, but until then, here’s hoping that one day when I no longer feel like I need crutches to walk, I can get a second night stand with Dan. And until then, I can at least sleep well at night knowing that a real life big dick actually feels like. Incredible.

I know I couldn’t cover possibly every detail of that night in this post because it was be an entire book’s length, but don’t hesitate to ask me questions about it. I think I can now safely call myself a true size queen (especially since it completely exceeded my expectations).

Big dicks–I was a fan before, but now I might be in love.

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

HotWife Curious?

STOP NOW!

Take a minute and have your hubby answer this quiz to understand how much fun you can have. The test offers him with simple ideas and scenarios.

Use scale to rate answers with how you feel about real life situations.

1 - I don’t like that.

2 - Like to imagine it, but not to do it.

3 - It’s very arousing to think about it. I would like to try it.

4 - That thought gave me a hell of a hard-on. I can’t wait to do it.

5 - That’s my darkest desire!

Scoring key is at bottom. Print, mix Hubby a drink, and give to complete.

Remember just rate the thought of doing in real life 

1) You and your wife are walking by the beach (or pool). She is wearing a very sexy and revealing suit and every man is looking at her body.

2) Your wife is telling you about her past experiences.

3) Your wife a flirty text or sext that a guy sent her.

4) Your wife asks you to help her take sexually suggestive or nude pics that she can sext others with..

5) There is a guy that likes your wife, she knows and she is acting ‘slutty’

6) Your wife is changing clothes with the windows opened, the neighbor is watching.

7) Some male friends, you, and your wife are in a private tub. Then she decides to take off the bra and remains topless.

8) Your wife ignores you when she talks to someone with whom she is thinking about fucking.

9) Your wife likes the idea of the threesome and is inviting 2 other people (a couple) to your house to have sex with and you can only watch.

10) Your wife is having sex with another girl but you are tied up and blindfolded.

11) Your wife is having sex with another guy and you are watching her taking him bareback.

12) A guy is banging your wife and asked her to cum in her mouth know she will likely kiss you afterward.

13) A guy asks you if he can remove his condom and go bareback in your wife. You know his intention is to cum in her and your wife looks to you to answer.

14) You are looking at your just-banged girl’s pussy and another man’s cum is beginning to leak out and she asks you to give her an orgasm orally.

15) You are touching your girl’s pussy, filled with other man’s cum.

16) You feel responsible and a duty to lick her mouth, boobs or pussy clean after you or another man makes a cummy mess of her.

17) Your wife instructs you to jack-off on your lover’s dick for lubricate her for penetration.

18) Your wife instructs you to lay on you back and lick her clit as she gets fucked doggy style. 

19) Your girl is fucking a guy and called you on the phone so you can hear.

20) Your girl fucked a guy and came home with her pussy still wet. She’s telling you about it.

21) You shave your girl’s pubic hair before her date so that she’s silky smooth.

22) The only time you get to be inside your girl is when she wants you to feel how her lover has stretched out her pussy.

23) Your girl, in front of you, tells others how she is allowed to play with other men while you are not.

24) You love the thought of eating someone else’s cum from her pussy.

25) You are swinging with another couple, the other girl is awesome, but you are only interested in watching the three of them have sex.

26) You help dress your girl before she goes out on a date.

27) You loving plan a reoccurring schedule for your wife to have a date night or hotwife only weekend and manage the calendar for her.

28) Your wife has you drop you off and pick her up on date nights.

29) Your wife instructs you to give her lover a few quick hand job strokes to keep him hard then to insert his cock into her before leaving the room.

30) You are not afraid of a little cum if it makes your wife happy and feel loved, validated, and pampered afterward. After all, is it really that different than saliva on a beer bottle that you share? 

Scoring:

110 + = Total Cuckold Slut - You are a Hotwife treasure!

95-90 = Ultimate Cuckold

85-80 = Basic Cuckold

75-70 = Cuckold

65-60 = Want To Be Cuckold

55-50 = Wife Sharer

45- Below = Not much interest

Key West was so much fun. I had quite a hot Friday night. A tall young guy caught my eye at the pool during the afternoon. I saw him out at the bar that night and started making conversation with him and his friend. Turns out they were from the Netherlands and soon we were all dancing. I took the chance to feel them up. One felt quite impressive. I tried to put on a show for my husband who was watching across the bar. My dance partners freed my tits and I was having quite the time. One of them even mentioned a threesome. Europeans are so fun. After awhile I left them for a bit. My husband was going to head back to our room so I could continue a potential adventure.

When I headed back out toward the dance floor I decided I wanted to find something different. My European friends were hot they just weren’t quite sexy enough. Luckily I stumbled upon sexy. A fit 20 something approached me and asked me to dance. I decided sure - he was hot. What a great decision. I was on the dance floor with him for the next 2 hours. He was such a great dancer and he was SEXY. I was quickly feeling him up and discovered a massive dick. He was French-Canadian and I am now 2 for 2 in finding hot French-Canadians (I had a hot adventure with one a few years back in Vegas). Montreal here I come.

Our dancing exhibition continued for awhile until we moved to an area off the dance floor and continued exploring each other. We were making out and I was practically jerking his cock off through his pants, oblivious to anyone watching. I was quite similar to when I was overcome in Scottsdale. I was going to be a slave to this dick.

He was getting very excited and said we had to leave. We got downstairs and realized he was staying quite far away. Additionally his friends were going to party with another set of girls. I had to taste him though. We decided we would move into a alleyway that connected to a parking lot. He pinned me against the wall and started kissing me. He told me he needed to see my tits and quickly had his mouth on them. He reached down and pulled my pants down and shoved two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. He couldn’t believe how wet I was. I undid his belt and freed that cock. It was magnificent - so long and thick. He took it in his hand and started slapping it on my pussy. It was so hot. I dropped to my knees, my pants around my ankles and attacked his dick. I was in heaven sucking him and then misfortune struck. Someone came strolling down the alley and caught us. He apologized and kept walking by but reality set in and really killed the moment. He became aware of his friends leaving and his lack phone and suddenly we were departing our separate ways.

I hurried back to my hotel and quickly got my husband up. I recounted my evening as he licked me to two sudden orgasms. I hopped on him and couldn’t get enough of him inside me. He pulled out and covered me in his cum. We awoke in the morning and recounted everything again. FIVE orgasms later and with my face covered in his cum, we were done.

I was determined to finish my adventure but was unable to make it happen the rest of the weekend before my French-Canadian friend left town. I have been insatiable since and can’t wait for my next adventure.

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