ROLEPLAYING A SLUTWIFE

How to Cuckold Your Husband

Introduction

Turning your husband into a cuckold can be one of the most rewarding things you ever do. A successfully cuckolded husband will be completely submissive. He will satisfy all your sexual cravings, manage all the mundane chores of your life, allow you to sleep with whomever you wish, subject himself to any amount of humiliation you desire, and of course, love you unconditionally.

But be warned, cuckolding can also be one of the most challenging things you ever do. The process is long, complicated, energy consuming, and by no means sure of success. The strain on your marriage will be unbelievable, and it may be weeks or months before you succeed. In the end though, it will be worth it.

Hopefully this will help educate women on how to begin the wonderful journey of female domination and to hopefully relieve some of the apprehension that might prevent a woman from ever trying. After reading this it will be clearer that cuckolding your husband is not as hard as it seems, and that accomplishing this feat is more possible than you thought.

The most common reason a women doesn’t cuckold her husband is that she thinks he’ll never go for it - that he’s not the type. This is such a myth that it must be dispelled immediately. Many cuckolds begin as ordinary husbands. Your husband may even be as manly as men come, but don’t worry, cuckolding is often a just a matter of helping your hubby discover his submissive side. Take heart in the fact that underneath all his machissimo and pride, there is a cock loving wimp that is begging you to force him to do all sorts of nasty things. 

First train yourself

Think of cuckolding as an expertise. For the wife who decides to cuckold her husband, she must have complete mastery of certain skills. Much like in any profession - she must go to school, read, and practice. So like a professional, before you ever begin training your husband, you must first train yourself. You’re about to go on an incredible journey; you want to be prepared, right? 

The world of cuckolding is unlike the normal world. It has various rules and customs that are different from everyday life, of which you must be aware. You must immerse yourself in this new culture. To begin, start reading erotic stories that deal with cuckolding. Many women before you have cuckolded their husbands and recorded their experiences. Also many men have written about their decent into female domination. Learn from them. Reading stories will acquaint you to the new world of cuckolding and will prevent you from having to reinvent anything. Beyond stories, you may want to read books on female domination, and buy videos of dominatrixes humiliating men. 

You must also train yourself to be sexually independent. If you want to control your husband you need to not need his penis. In the future you will need to deny your husband the pleasures of your body and this will be only possible if you are strong enough to abstain from sex. Sex between you and your hubby is probably pretty vanilla anyway if you’re thinking about cuckolding him, so it shouldn’t be too hard. Masturbate often. Splurge on vibrators, dildos, lotions, clothing, and pornography. Have fun! Visit your local sex shop and ask for ideas. You may also want to think about buying toys that, after using on yourself, you can also use on your husband once he’s properly trained. The key is whenever you really have the urge for a fucking, train yourself to seek satisfaction from a source other than your husband. For example, when you’re horny, take out your vibrator. 

A good way to help your training along is to change your appearance. Make it your goal to become a hotwife. The prime focus of a hotwife is expressing her sexuality in all manners, from the type of shoes she wears to the way she shaves her pussy. A hotwife wears tight fitting clothes as much as she can. She wears short skirts, perfume, and high-heels all the time. She does her hair and wears makeup daily. At night she wears sexy lingerie. She goes to the gym often. When she goes to the grocery store she doesn’t wear underwear. If you start doing thing like these, not only will you be sending a signal to your husband that you’ve changed, but you’ll be sending a signal to yourself. Because you look like a hotwife, you’ll think you’re a hotwife, and then you’ll be a hotwife! The advantages to being a hotwife are numerous. You’re husband will lust for you much more, even if he doesn’t show it, other men will croon over you (this will increase your confidence), and your sexual energy will increase, all of which you can channel into power.

Also feel free to start flirting. It’s probably been a long time since you’ve flirted with another man, so you’ll need practice. Look men in the eyes and smile. If you drop something in the office, bend over without bending your knees. At night go out with girlfriends that like to party. Make it a goal to flirt with at least one man a day. The key is to increase you’re confidence. Not only will it be very satisfying to know that there are other men out there who are interested in you, but in the back of your mind you can use this knowledge as leverage against your husband.

Beginning

Once you’ve properly educated yourself in the art cuckolding, freed yourself from your husband’s dick, and increased your confidence, it’s time to begin.

The first submission of your husband is the most challenging phase of the process. Even if he wants to be your slave, he will resist. There are many reasons he will do this like gender stereotypes and the years of routine between you, but first and foremost will be that he wants to save-face. Not only can he not admit to you that he wants to be your bitch, but he can’t admit it to himself either. He will never just give you power over him even though he wants to. This would violate his manhood. You need to take it from him - it’s the only way. 

During this time, the power in your relationship will be in flux. Neither of you will be sure where the other stands. This uncertainty will be uncomfortable for both of you because it is human nature to order the world. You will have doubts such as, “Am I being too hard on him?” “Was this a good idea?” “Did I ruin our marriage?” These are completely normal thoughts, but you must never share them with your husband. It will have to be your own private burden. Sharing thoughts of uncertainty will only insert doubt in his mind and show weakness. His uncertainty will be twice that of yours, so you must be the guiding hand for him. 

Broaching the Subject

You’ll definitely want to let him know what’s going on. If he doesn’t, how can he play along? Remember, you husband wants to be cuckolded. You only need to break the ice. For example:

Has your husband ever mentioned how you’d feel about a threesome, swinging, or anything extramarital? This may be a good place to start if he did. First make your husband really hot in a way that still allows you to talk to him, like by giving him a hand job. Once he’s near orgasm ask him, “Hey honey, remember that time you mentioned having a threesome? Do you still feel the same about it?”

Judge his reaction. His eyes may light up or his heart may start beating faster. He’ll try to hide his excitement of course.

He’ll ask, “Would you really consider it?”

And you can say, “Well I’ve been thinking about it. It might be fun to make some changes.”

or 

If you suspect your husband masturbates often, try to catch him in the act. Then you can give him hell.

“Honey, I’ve had it with you! This is the last time I catch you masturbating. It’s disrespectful and disgusting. Things are going to be changing around here!”

These are just a few examples of how to broach cuckolding with your husband. Note the range in ways. Also note cuckolding was never mentioned. At this early stage there is no need to be specific. The only thing you need to be concerned about is the main message: “Things are going to be changing.” Of all the stories you’ve read about wives cuckolding their husbands, choose the method you are most comfortable with. 

Being Mean

After you’ve let him know that things will be changing around the house, you have to follow through. Remember, he won’t just give you control, you have to take it from him. Basically you’re going to have to be mean to him. If you were raised right this will probably not be easy for you. You were taught to treat everyone with the same respect you wish to have. This is one of the hardest parts of cuckolding because you’ll be breaking the golden rule, but once you get used to it, it becomes natural.

Start by taking aspects of his life away from him. One of the first things you can do is to take is his identity away. For example, feminize your husband’s name; Jack can become Jackie, Dan can become Danielle. Or childize his name; John can become Johnny, Bill can become Billy. You’re main objective is equate him with weakness - historically women and children. Actually have a conversation with him about this. Let him know that you will be calling him something new from now on.

Also don’t let him call you by name anymore. Only equals can call each other by name. Force him to refer to you as “Mistress” or “Goddess.” When you ask him a yes or no question, make him respond with “Yes, Mam” or “No, Mam.” This will help condition him as a subordinate.

On the same lines, you can call him nicknames like, “Little One” or “Tiny.” And refer to his penis as a “dicklet.” This will strike his insecurity with his penis size, and if he never had an insecurity, it will create one. 

Other examples of being mean to your husband are to take his free time away by giving him chores, his money and possessions away by demanding he be frugal, and his sex life away by withdrawing sex. Start small, but be firm. You want him to get used to submitting, and you used to dominating. For example, make him make the bed every morning from now on instead of you. Even something as inconsequential as making the bed will have a submissive effect on him and it will be something to build on later. For example, when you feel the time is right you can add to his responsibilities, “Honey, since you’re doing such a great job making the bed everyday, I’m going to have you clean the entire bedroom every morning from now on too.”

Take you time being mean. It’s more important that you are comfortable with the process than the actual process. You are training yourself to be the beautiful and terrifying wife whose husband begs to please you. Be strict with the rules you make. If your husband doesn’t take out the trash let him know your displeasure. Punish him with real consequences if he messes up. 

Punishment may be many different things depending on your style. You can be passive aggressive by withdrawing sex. You can be very aggressive and spank him. You can force him to do something perverted like eating his own semen. Just make sure you communicate with him at the time of his infracture that you are displeased with him, and that there will be consequences. 

Being Nice

The beauty of being mean to your husband isn’t in its direct benefits, but in how it redefines being nice. Things that used to be normal for him are now special treats. He used to be able to have sex with you whenever he wanted, but because you’ve withdrawn sex from him, you’ve made it a rare event - something to behold. By being constantly mean to you husband, you’ll lower his standard of what is considered nice. 

Use this concept once you’ve established a baseline of meanness, which will probably take few weeks. Once being mean has become the norm you can start. For example, let him know a reward will follow his future good behavior. You can say, “I’ve decided today that if you’re a good boy all week and do all your chores, I’ll give you a blowjob at the end of the week.” A blowjob only a few weeks ago was not worth doing an entire week of chores for, but because you’re mean now, a blowjob’s value has greatly increased. Being “nice” like this you give your husband an incentive to follow your rules – further deepening your control.

It’s all about sticks and carrots. Reward him for good behavior, punish him for bad, and most importantly, remind him that he’s lessor to you.

Your Pleasure First

Once you’ve mastered being mean to him, you can progress to a new lesson. Train him to subordinate his pleasure to yours. His new reason for being will be solely to please his mistress. Let him know this. Things like the new car he was planning on buying make off limits. Nights out with his friends, no – he has to stay in and clean. Fishing? Nope, he’s got to do laundry. 

Not only will this degrade him, but it will give you more free time. Take advantage of this and enjoy it! Go to the pool and relax, go out with your friends at night, go on dates with other men. You won’t have to worry about the kids anymore because your husband is watching them. And because you’ve forbidden him from buying that big ticket item he’s been saving for, go shopping! There’s plenty of money now, right? This the time to be a hotwife – go for it.

If you don’t do these things by deciding you’d rather be nice to him, it will be to your determent. It’s up to you to fill the void of your husband’s powerlessness. If you only force him not to buy the car, but then don’t spend the freed money, you’re sending him an incomplete message. Spend the car money on yourself, and let him know, “I, your wife, don’t care about your pleasure because mine is more important.” Make sure you fill the void; you don’t want all your hard work wasted. 

Changing the definition of sex

This lesson is especially important. Definitely no more blowjobs. The blowjob is the epitome of giving him pleasure. Don’t even have sexual intercourse with him. Intercourse equates both of your pleasures, not exactly the message you want to send him either. If he insists on sex, have him fuck you with your favorite dildo. Make sure to mention how much bigger it is than his penis and how much you enjoy having a “real cock” in you. If you absolutely must have sex with him a good idea may be to make him wear one or two “long lasting” or numbing condoms. This will greatly reduce his pleasure. The best thing you can turn sex into is him eating you out, period. You may want to squat on his face and force him to eat your pussy, or lay on your back and make him beg to eat you. Either way, he should soon learn what you mean when you say, “Let’s have sex.” For him, at most, let him masturbate afterwards and only if he did a good job.

Conditions

From here you can take things further. A good way to do this is with conditions. A condition is basically a trade. For example, “Okay wimp, I’ll let you cum tonight, but you have to cum in your hand and eat it afterwards,” or “Alright bitch, I’m going to be nice tonight and let you fuck me, but afterwards you’re going to have to eat your cum from my pussy.” By using conditions, you can bring him to higher levels of submission voluntarily. This is more than worth the momentary pleasure you trade him.

Once you’ve gotten your hubby to do a degrading act for the first time with a condition, the subsequent times become much easier. Let’s say it had been a month since you let you husband stick his dick in you. Then one night you offered him the chance to fuck you as long as you got to fuck him afterwards. He was so desperate to feel your soft, warm pussy, he jumped at the chance. That night you give him a good cum, then put on your strap-on dildo and stuck it in his ass for the first time. You’ve now made it much easier to fuck him in the ass for a 2nd time by breaking that initial barrier. You probably won’t need to bargain with him again, just force him. Using a condition at every major cuckold milestone is recommended. For example, when you bring another man into the relationship. This is a big step for him, so you’ll have to coax him along with rewards.

Don’t use conditions forever. They are just a tool to use in the beginning stages of taming your husband. After a while you will have amassed so much power, there will be no need for them. You can just make him do whatever you want. Once you’ve reached this point using a condition will actually make you look weaker. 

Congratulations!

Sometime around this point you will have reached a milestone in which you can say you’ve officially conditioned your husband to be your cuckold. Usually it occurs after you’ve forced your husband to do something so depraved that he has no self respect anymore. It may be the night you take his anal virginity, the night you come home from a bar and make him eat another man’s cum from your pussy, or the time you force him to suck another man’s larger penis. All the hard work you have done training yourself and your husband culminates here. For afterwards the change in your relationship will be so apparent that both of you will never be able to go back. He will be stricken with terrible shame and embarrassment, and you will have finally tasted the ecstasy of pure power.

Also remember that with great power comes responsibility. You are now responsible for another human being. You will have to make many more decisions because he has deferred authority to you, his dominatrix. You have changed his life purpose from the pursuit of happiness to the pursuit of your happiness; you must give him every opportunity to fulfill this new mission and he will be grateful to serve you.

Now relax, you’ve made it! Enjoy the lifestyle perks that cuckolding has to offer. Live a life of leisure. Have you husband take care of all the mundane things. Make him do all sorts of nasty and perverted things. Sleep with other men and bring them home to play. Whatever you choose to do with your cuckold, enjoy the luxury of having the choice…:)

ow that you’ve cuckolded your husband, your job as mistress is only beginning. From now on you have full control and you’ll need to use it. Your husband will need a strong hand to guide him. You’ll be telling him what to wear, what to eat, and how to spend him time and his money. His only purpose will be to serve to you. Here are some ideas on how to keep up the dominance. 

Semen

On the surface your husband’s semen can seem like an annoyance. It’s messy, it tastes bad, and it stains linens. But actually it is a great tool for dominating him. The most common way to use it is to force him to eat it. Normally after a man ejaculates he wants to just relax and not think. He wants nothing to do with sex for a while. So having him deal with his cum after an orgasm is something unnatural to him. He absolutely won’t want to do it. Therefore it will require a command from you and an act of submission from him - great practice for more advanced cuckolding. This is great training since he will be doing many more “unnatural” things later. 

Do this by making the rule, “From now, on every time you cum, you have to eat your semen.” If you let him jackoff, make him lick it up. If he’s wearing a condom, pour its contents into his mouth. If he cums in your pussy, make him eat a creampie. You can get creative too, like making him cum in a glass then drink it at dinner. Or save each one of his cums in the freezer to eventually make a cumsicle for him. 

He doesn’t have to necessarily eat it either. If you really feel like humiliating him, you can make him cum all over his face and then not let him wash for a while. As his semen slowly dries on his face, he’ll become uncomfortable and wish he had never cum.

Another related rule to make is that you no longer want his cum touching you. Say, “It’s dirty”. The contrast of him eating and wearing his own cum while you refuse to even touch it will speak volumes. You’re obviously too good for his lowly seed.

His Penis

Another seeming headache for you will be you husband’s penis. It’s small, it cums too fast, and it doesn’t give you pleasure. If you’re smart though, it can be a useful tool in humiliating him.

Feel free to openly make fun of his penis. Call it demeaning nicknames like “Dicklette,” or “Pee-pee.” Don’t call him by his real name either, refer to him by his penis, like, “Come here, Tiny”. Let him know constantly that you think his cock is inadequate. Contrast this to praising your dildo. Let him be in the room with you as you masturbate with it. Let him know how good it feels to be fucked by a “real cock.” Make sure to cum real hard on it. After you’re finished pleasuring yourself, show him you used and pussy and tell him, “This is what my pussy looks like after a real cock has been in it.” Then make him lick the dildo clean and to treat it like a holy object.

He will always want to be using his penis too, either by fucking you or by pleasing himself. It will be easy to deny him sex, but him secretly masturbating will be a problem. If you let your husband masturbate, he won’t crave for your pussy and therefore the sexual power you have over him will be reduced. His release must be only through you. Forbid any self pleasure. Let him know that his penis is your property and that he’s not allowed to sexually touch it without your permission. Definitely realize that he will masturbate no matter what you do unless you put him in a cock cage (see below).

Be openly suspicious about his masturbation. Constantly ask him if he’s jerked off and let him know that you’re on the watch for mischief. Also don’t be afraid to spy on him to make sure he is obeying you, even if you don’t suspect anything. Men are notorious for hiding masturbation. Setup a secret camera pointing at the computer, buy a program that will track all websites he visits, even look through the trash for sticky tissues. If you catch him, severely punish him. Masturbation is explicitly prohibited, his penis belongs to you and he is not allowed to use it. 

Cock Cages

A cock cage is a chastity device that denies a man the ability to become erect, though he can still urinate and wear normal clothing. Most look like a little plastic cage that locks around the penis. It’s impossible to keep your husband from masturbating without one, even if you could watch him 24/7. Men, if horny enough, can masturbate in seconds. You’d never know. In order for you to completely control your husband’s sexuality you’ll need this device. 

To start, try to catch him in the act of masturbating. If you can’t do that, find some porn on his computer. All you have to do is search for “Jenna Jameson” or search the cookies for porn sites. You should already have a rule that he can’t masturbate, so once you catch him, you’re perfectly inline to confront him, and then punish him with a cock cage. Tell him, “Since you can’t control yourself, I’m going to do it for you”. Once he’s in one, you should control the key by at the very least hiding it. A great idea though is to keep the cage’s key on you at all times as a necklace. The symbol of your dominance, right there, dangling in his face, is a great way to taunt him. If anyone asks about it, you can say your hubby gave it to you as the “key to his heart”. Let him out for a cum every 3-4 days if he’s been good and 5-7 days if he’s been bad. Don’t keep him locked up forever. The point of a cage is control, not torture. 

Your Pussy

While you are busy making your husband’s penis inconsequential, you should be doing the opposite with your pussy. Let him know the new center of his universe will be your vagina. His life should revolve around pleasuring it. He will be eating your pussy constantly and let him know it. Even if you don’t feel horny have him lick your pussy. Have him talk to it, compliment it, and explain why it’s so beautiful. After a long day out have him soak it and caress it. When you come back from the gym shove his face into it for a good long whiff. Let him know you’ll no longer be using an alarm clock because you expect his tongue on you every morning. 

The contrast of how he treats your pussy (the alter on which he worships you) to the way you treat his dick (something useless and to be forgotten about) will speak volumes.

Strap-ons

A strap-on penis can be a great tool to use while cuckolding your husband. Nothing quite says, “You’re my bitch” like fucking him hard in the ass. Buy one that you are comfortable with then bring it home and show your husband. Tell him, “Since I’m man of the house now, I figure I should have a penis to fuck you with.” Prepare him with butt plugs for a few days before to make him ready for a sizable one. Let him cum when you’re fucking him, at least for the first few times. Even encourage it. You want him to equate getting fucked by you, i.e. being your bitch, to being a pleasurable experience. When you fuck him, make sure you use lube. 

If you really have a need to get fucked, you can put the strap-on on him, over his penis. Then you can either ride him or have him on top. Doing this will satisfy you while driving him completely insane because all the other sensations of sex will be there. He’ll be able to smell the sex in the air, he’ll feel your hot body, and sense the passion in your orgasms, but he won’t be able to feel anything down there. This will leave him extremely horny and frustrated.

The bathroom

Of course the house is now your domain, but this is one area you might have forgotten about. Allow him absolutely no privacy. Require him to keep the door fully open at all times when he is in there. If you have opaque shower curtains, get clear ones. Make him pee sitting down like a woman. If he takes a shit, make him apologize for the smell and if he doesn’t apologize before you have smelled it, punish him. If you’re feminizing him, he should be shaving in your full view.

Future lovers

One of the more challenging aspects of bringing home another man is picking the right one. Try to pick a man that is younger, good-looking, and more well-endowed than your husband. You want him to struggle with some jealousy. Before you chose one, sample a few. Inspect not only their obvious traits like penis size, strength, and stamina, but also their personalities. You want a man that is not to hot and not too cold, that is, he has the will to take control of you and your husband at home, but won’t cross the line. He should be physically more prow than your husband in all ways and you should enjoy having sex with him. 

To start, be honest with your lover immediately. Let him know you are married and that your husband is a huge wimp. Don’t be completely honest with your husband though at first. You’ll always want to keep him guessing. When you go out, allude to your husband that you’ll be fucking someone else, but don’t actually say it. Say, “I’m going out tonight with some friends, I might not be back till late…” When you don’t come back until late, or not at all, his imagination will run wild. All sorts of emotions will run through him, concern, anger, lust, helplessness, etc… While you are out on the town flirting and dancing with other men, your husband will be at home in a state of mental anguish.

Before you actually bring another man home though, you’ll have to let you husband in on what’s been going on. Though don’t have a conversation with him about it - show him. Start coming home with hickies, bite marks, or scratches. Have your hair be a mess, and your clothes on wrong. If he asks, feel free to tell him, “Oh that’s from my new boyfriend. He’s a little rough”, but deflect any questions he has about specifics. Then after a while come home late one night, wake him up, and force him to lick your stretched pussy. He’ll know immediately what you’ve been up to, but will not have time to think about it because your pussy will be right in front of his face. He’ll have no choice but to eat you. Once he’s gotten used to that, bring home your pussy filled with cum. Taking these steps will get your husband used to your infidelity and make it less of a shock when you finally bring a lover home.

Once you finally bring him home, introduce your hubby to him as your boyfriend. By now your husband should know everything about your boyfriend and what you’ve been doing. Let your husband know that he is to be respectful at all times when your boyfriend is here and to do anything he says. Let your hubby know, “Tonight a real man will be fucking me, not you”. For the first couple times, go to the bedroom with your lover and lock out your husband. Make sure you are noisy though. Having him comfortable with the sounds of you being fucked will make it easier for when he has to watch. He might even begin to anticipate watching you. 

When you finally let him watch, do all sorts of nasty things with your lover that you’d never do with your husband. Worship your bull’s penis, voraciously suck it, deepthroat him, comment on its size and how much larger it is than your husband’s. Let him fuck you roughly, let him cum inside you, give him your ass. Transform yourself into the slut your husband can’t have and let him know that this all could have been him, but he willingly gave up his chance like an idiot. 

Keep your husband actively involved in his own humiliation. Make him beg your lover to fuck you. Make him suck your lover hard or have him put your lover’s dick in your pussy. Talk to him too, like, “Oh he’s so much bigger than you,” or “This is how a real man fucks your wife”. Whenever your husband is idle, don’t let him touch his penis, a good way to do this is to make him sit on his hands. Once your lover is finally finished with you, have your husband clean the juices off his penis with his tongue. Have him thank your bull for the great fucking he just gave you. Then make him crawl to you and clean up your used pussy….

A user on Reddit came up with a fun (and maybe useful) idea of making an escalating list of hotwife activities, and got some good feedback from other users. Obviously, it’s very subjective from person to person, so the list was never completely finished. But it’s worth giving a thought to, especially if you’re still pretty new or just starting out (or even wanting to start!).

0 - monogamous relationship

1 - talk about hotwifing with your partner

3 - looking at tame hotwife material

5 - reading or watching more erotic hotwife material

9 - making plans to take things further

10 - talk dirty about the plans

15 - pretend you’ve just met for the first time

16 - use a dildo on her after she knows about your fantasy

20 - upload a pic to /r/wifesharing

21 - upload pic to /r/tributeme

22 - wife putting on a webcam show

23 - let her flirt with other guys in person

24 - ask her to dress up and go out without panties

25 - asking a guy for his number

29 - ‘accidentally’ let a lucky guy see too much

30 - dancing in a club/bar with a guy

35 - dirty dancing/grinding

39 - let him feel you up a bit

40 - make contact with a specific guy via online/text

45 - send dirty messages (text/email)

49 - send a naughty pic

50 - make plans to meet up

55 - meet for a drink and flirt

60 - kiss another man

61 - put his hand on your thigh

62 - let him grab your ass

64 - let him touch your tits

66 - give him a handjob

69 - let him finger you

70 - give him a blowjob

75 - let him eat you out

79 - 69

85 - just the tip inside

89 - take it all

90 - (different kinds of sex)

100 - ???

116 Questions

Have you ever slept naked?

What's your bra size, or dick length?

Where was or would you want your first time to be and why?

Have you ever shown anyone your body parts and asked advice?

Have you ever seen any of your relatives naked?

Do you prefer doing it in the dark or in the light?

What's your greatest fantasy?

Would you suck on anyone's toes?

Where do you think would be the weirdest place to have sex?

Would you have sex there?

What and who turns you on?

What celebrity would you have sex with?

Whose the sexiest male you know?

Whose the sexiest female you know?

How many people would you have sex with at once?

Have you ever put on a strip show?

Have you ever seen a strip show?

Have you ever seen any of your friends naked?

Have you ever had a fantasy about a teacher?

Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

If you could be a spice what would it be?

Have you ever worn your underwear two days in a row?

Have you ever compared your body parts to someone else's while you were both naked?

Have you ever took a piss standing up or squatting in the woods?

What was the weirdest place you have ever done something with someone?

Have you parents ever caught you doing anything?

Have you ever caught them?

Would you ever have sex in the ocean?

Have you ever gotten sand up you?

Have you ever run or walked around your house nude?

What do you wear to bed?

Have you ever done anything with someone in your parents bed?

Would you ever consider rubbing hot oil or cream all over your guy or girl?

Have you ever used lubricant?

Have you ever taken off your bra or underwear on a main road?

Would you ever do anything on a Ferris wheel?

Have you ever tasted cum or female juice?

How old were you when you got your first real kiss?

Have you ever done anything with anyone in a pool, hot tub, or bath tub?

Have you ever tied up or hand cuffed anybody?

Were you a witness to someone having sex?

Would you ever have phone sex?

Would you ever do anyone in a tree?

Would you ever have sex with your best friend?

Would you have sex withsomeone you don't even know?

Do you find physical pain like spanking an element of good sex?

Do you find older women attractive?

Do you find older men attractive?

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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.

Cheating Done Right

From Reddit of course

I slept with a much younger guy from my gym while my husband wasn’t home

I’m F44 and I have recently decided to start going to the gym. I’m not out of shape or anything but as my name says, I’m a stay at home mom of two kids and have to find ways to fill my day so I’ve been going to the gym three times a week in the morning. I’ve been going for a few months now and ever since I got there I’ve gotten a few guys flirt but the one that caught my eye was the one who didn’t even bother. I’ll call him B.

B is a younger guy, 18, and he’s a big guy. Not in the overweight way (he’s got some fat but I kind of like that) but he’s got some good muscle and he towers over my 5’6 body. I’d assume he’s 6’2. He doesn’t brush me off completely. We exchange some quick conversation every now and then and I have caught him glancing at me a couple times, especially when I’m doing squats. Lol.

So we go about our usual routines, me doing mostly cardio, him doing strength training and I decide, “Eh, why not?” and decide to do my squats right in front of him. And obviously I’m wearing some tight leggings and my ass ain’t too bad (It landed me a rich man. Lol!) so when I turn around I see him clearly trying his best to keep his eyes up at the ceiling while I see a subtle yet noticeable bulge to grow.

I wait for him to finish his set and ask him. “So, you just about done?” He looked at me and said something along the lines of, “Yeah, that was it for me. I’m beat.” And chuckled. I, somewhat bluntly, told him that if he wanted we could keep “working out” at my house. He raised an eyebrow and said something like, “I highly doubt your husband would appreciate you ‘working out’ with a guy from the gym.” And he gestured to my wedding ring. I looked at the clock in the gym, it’s 11:30. I bent over and whispered, “My husband doesn’t get home till 3:30 and my sons don’t finish their sports until 6:30.” And flicked the tip of his hard cock. He pondered for a second, sat up and said. “Get in your car and I’ll follow you.”

We get in our cars and he follows me to my house. When we get there we walk inside and I tell him to go up to my bedroom while I “Freshen Up”. I go to our downstairs bathroom, shower, and put on some of my nice lingerie from the laundry room. I walk up to my room and he’s sitting on my bed, shirt off. The smirk that grew across his face when he saw me in my lingerie made me so wet. Such a young man getting turned on by me really flipped a switch and I straddled him and pressed our together. We passionately made out for about 2 minutes before he picked me up and laid me on my back.

He moved my panties to the side and rubbed his cock against my pussy, and every part of my body suddenly became so hot. When he pushed his dick in me I felt like a lightning bolt went through me. He wasn’t too long but he was pretty thick so I got stretched pretty good on that first thrust. Then he began going in and out, in and out, in and out, with each thrust feeling like I was getting fucked by a tank.

After about 5 minutes of fucking he flipped me on my hands and knees and smacked my ass before sticking his cock right back in me. We go at it for another five minutes before my phone starts ringing. I look down and who else could it be besides my husband. I tell B to stop but he keeps going. I ignore his call and be smacks my ass again. Then, he flips me around picks me up. He carries me to the other side of the room and set my on my dresser. He put my legs over his shoulders and goes right back to fucking me.

We fuck in this position for about 10 minutes before my phone rings again. Before I could even react, B grabs my phone and answers it with a “Hey. Is this (My Name)’s Husband?” I mouth, “What the fuck are you doing?” But he then says to my husband that I left my phone at the gym. I sigh but then he says “Oh, here she is now.” And hands me the phone with a wink and a smirk. My stomach drops as I put the phone to my ear and B keeps drilling me. I talk with my husband for a minute trying my best to keep my composure. I hang up and tell B to never do that again. He agrees and asks where I want him to cum.

I told him anywhere but my hair. He nods and lays me back down on the bed and starts smashing me prone. His big hands gripped my waist as he slammed into me as hard as he could, blasting what I could tell was a huge, hot load of cum deep into me. We both breathe really heavily for a moment before he checks his phone and says. “It’s 12:40. Wanna go for about her round or two?” I briefly consider telling him in his dreams but I decide, “Why not?” And straddled him as he laid on his back. I rode him for who knows how long as I used a few rotation tricks that some friends taught me which he clearly enjoyed. Then he took over, grabbing my hips aggressively and thrusting up into me as he dirty talked me. “Yeah, you like that you whore?” “Your husband is such a fucking loser.” “Always wanted to bang a milf.” and similar stuff.

We then started fucking in all sorts of positions. Doggy, prone, reverse and normal cowgirl, missionary, pile driver, etc. he came two more times before we were both finally too exhausted. He got up and got dressed while I smoked. He gave me his phone number and asked if we could meet again and I said definitely. I walked him to the door but on the way he got horny again and we fucked in the hallway against a table that had my and my husbands wedding photo on it. That got me so turned on that I came almost immediately. I put me in my knees and came all over my face and magically missed my hair. He zipped his pants back up, gave me a smack on the ass and walked out.

I got cleaned up and 15 minutes later my husband was home. That night after the kids got to bed I and my husband made love, but all I could think about was B and how he gave me the fuck of my life. This wasn’t the first time I cheated on my husband but it was definitely the most notable. A few days later I was at the gym and saw B bench pressing again and he was lifting noticeably more than the other day. I like to think I motivated him. Lol.

He texted me last night for a booty call but my husband was home so I told him I couldn’t but we could meet for dinner on Saturday and he agreed. So I hope I can get another story out of that. I’ll keep you all updated. Thanks for reading.

Just Listen Darling My husbands words that made me a hotwife

I am really surprised to be writing this story. A month ago, I would have never believed I could have sex with a man other than my husband, especially not at his suggestion and with his encouragement. Most of all, I am astounded what a totally amazing erotic experience it turned out to be and how wantonly, willingly and shamelessly I threw myself into the adventure, to the delight of both my husband Rob, and myself.  

My name is Jillian and I am a successful professional woman of thirty-one years. I am a little taller than average and by all accounts I am attractive and have a good body. Men seem to think so. Like all women I can point out a dozen faults that I would love to change. However, the things that matter are all good: I have long well shaped legs, medium-large full breasts which still hold up pretty well, my bum is rounded and in good shape (it should be after endless work in the gym) and my face is pretty enough with the advantage of a great smile and full slightly pouting lips which look stunning with bright red lipstick. According to Rob, my pussy is muscular and tight. You will have to take his word for it. He certainly seems to love her!  

So there I am - respectable, married to a successful man and enjoying an intimate loving marriage with a good serving of regular sex. Not surprising, when my husband asked me if I had ever thought of having sex with another man, I was furious. My interpretation of the question was him challenging my fidelity, which was impeccable in our four years married together.  

“No way!” I snapped back angrily, turning away from him as we lay in bed, “You know I love you and I’ve been completely faithful. I can’t believe you even asking me”.  

I really hadn’t even thought of having sex with another man, despite the approaches and opportunities, which were available in my job as a conference organizer, since I was often away from home and there was an almost unending supply of total strangers, staying in the same hotel as me.  

“I’m sorry Jillian”, said Rob, his tone very repentant, “I really didn’t mean it like that. I know it’s just been us. I trust you and I love you very much”.  

I was still angry so I didn’t answer and now I was confused too. I just lay there in silence for a long while, listening to Rob breathing. I could tell he was awake too.  

“Then why did you ask me?” I said eventually.  

Rob turned to spoon me and wrapped his arm around me pulling our bodies together. I was glad to feel him close to me again. It’s never good to end the day on a sour note.  

Rob nuzzled my neck and kissed me gently, his hand tenderly cupped one of my breasts.  

“You remember a few nights ago when I woke you up in the middle of the night and we made love like crazy?”  

“Yes, you horny bastard, I was tired all the next day!”  

Rob had been so hot and excited that night; it was just like when we were first married and I had no complaints if my husband wanted to be that passionate with me!  

“Did you wonder what made me so horny?” Rob asked.  

I hadn’t. Now it intrigued me. “No? Are you going to tell me?”  

“Maybe I’ll just make love to you again”, whispered Rob, kissing my neck and now beginning to run his hand down my body and across my thighs. I could feel the unmistakable twitch of his cock as it stiffened against my bum. Now my breathing was starting to quicken too.  

“I want to know. Tell me what made you so horny?”  

Rob’s hand started to explore between my legs and I eased them open to let him touch my pussy. Ever so gently he drew his finger between the lips, finding my moisture and using it to tease my clit. The electric tingle shot through my whole body and I melted into his strong arms.  

“Just listen darling and please don’t be angry. I had a dream that you fucked another guy when you were away at a conference and then came home and told me all about it. I woke up with a massive hard on, just like the one I’m getting now!”  

Rob was getting hard very quickly and I could feel the heat of his growing cock as it started to explore between my legs from behind.  

“Weren’t you jealous and angry?” I asked.  

“Yes, I felt both at first when I woke up. Then I realized it was just a dream and I was so turned on that I had to have you right there and then. It was like a naughty fantasy. I was surprised how hot it made me.”  

I was shocked. My husband was turned on thinking I had fucked another man! By now Rob’s cock was completely rigid and he was rubbing it along the length of my pussy from behind so I arched my back to make it easier for him. All the while his finger still teased my clit and I was now just as turned on as him.  

“Are you thinking about it again?” I asked.  

“Yes Jillian. I can’t get it out of my head. Please don’t be mad”.  

Just at that moment Rob’s cock found my pussy and he pushed a few inches into me. It felt like heaven and I was so excited that I couldn’t be mad.  

“I’m not mad if it makes you want me like this. There’s no harm in having dirty fantasies”.  

“I’m so glad you’re not upset darling”.  

Rob’s thrusts were becoming longer and he was driving deeper inside me now. His cock felt amazing and with his finger still teasing my clit I was fast approaching an orgasm. My mind began to wander to some of the men who had made passes to me at conferences. Somehow I was trying to imagine which one it would have been in Rob’s fantasy.  

“Oh Jillian, imagining you with another guy is so fucking hot!”  

I was still confused by Rob’s confession but it was turning me on too and I started to play along.  

“I’m sorry darling, I couldn’t help myself. I know I shouldn’t have done it”, I moaned as Rob’s thrusts quickened. By now my pussy was so wet and I was just about to come.  

“Was it good Jillian? Did he fuck you well?”  

“His cock was so hard, just like yours darling. He made me come twice before he came inside me. I loved it!”  

Rob drove his full length into me and I went wild, moaning with the best orgasm I can remember for ages.  

Rob rolled me onto my stomach and pulled me up onto my knees so he could take me properly from behind.  

“I can feel his hot come inside you. You are so wet”.  

“Yes, he came so much”, I played along, surprised how much this dirty talk was exciting me too.  

“I just love fucking your used pussy!”  

“Good, because I loved being fucked by another man”.  

“Oh Jillian, you are such a sexy slut. I love you. I want you to fuck as many men as you want. Just bring me home their cum in your hot pussy”.

I couldn’t believe Rob’s filthy talk! He was really into this and I was even more shocked that I didn’t mind a bit. Another orgasm was nearly on me.  

“I will, Rob. I will bring you home a dirty cum filled pussy”.  

“I’m coming…I’m going to add my come to his!”  

I felt Rob’s cock spasm and that was enough to send me over the top too and my second amazing come of the night tore through me as my mind was full of images of strange cocks unloading into my pussy.  

I slumped onto the bed, gasping. To my surprise, Rob turned me over, pushing my knees up and opening my legs wide, his face dove immediately between my legs.  

My pussy was already tingling, so the sensation of his tongue and mouth sucking on me sent me right up on a high immediately and fresh orgasms started to roll in waves, almost painful they were so good. Rob had never done this to me before after he came and I realized it must be part of his fantasy too.  

I had no complaints and by now I was completely immersed in the fantasy too.  

“Can you taste his come?”  

“Mmmmm”, was all Rob could answer as he lapped at me, sending me over the edge again.  

Eventually, I had to push Rob away because I was too sensitive. To my surprise he immediately pulled himself up over me and his cock was hard again brushing my opening.  

“I want you again”, is all he said, as he locked me in a kiss and I tasted my juices and his come combined. He entered me again and I let out a long slow moan.  

Rob’s pace was slower now and he looked lovingly into my eyes.  

“Thank you for not being angry at my fantasy”.  

How could I be - it was so hot for me too!  

“Thank you for not being angry that I fucked another guy!”  

“Oh Jillian, I will never be angry if you do!”  

“Then I will Rob. I’ll fuck another man if you’d like it”, I don’t know what made me say it but at that moment I really meant it.  

“Yes, I would”, groaned Rob and I felt his come gush into me.  

Exhausted and panting, we lay there in each other’s arms, neither of us saying a word. It had all been so intense and unexpected. Eventually Rob spoke.  

“I suppose it’s OK to bring fantasies into the bedroom?”  

“Yes darling, it is and I really do love you”. I said, feeling more in love at that moment than I can describe, I added, “and if you think you can handle it, we may even turn a few fantasies into reality one day”.  

“I think I could handle that, lover”, said Rob kissing me tenderly.  

That night, we slept like the dead.  

CHAPTER TWO  

The next morning when we awoke we lay in bed holding hands. There was an uneasy silence at first. Perhaps we had gone too far in one go last night and neither of us quite knew what to say. I was nervous because I had to admit that I was now contemplating the meaning of what I had said the night before and I was hot between my legs just wondering what it would be like to fuck another man and if that is what Rob really wanted of me. Eventually, I broke the silence.  

“That was a hot fuck last night darling. I can’t believe I was so turned on by all the dirty talk”.  

“Feel my cock now”, said Rob.  

My hand found the stiffest cock I had ever held.  

“You turned me on so much last night when you played along with my fantasy”.  

“Is it just a fantasy Rob, or is it what you really want?”  

“I don’t know darling. Somehow the jealousy is part of the turn on”.  

“Well let’s just think about it for a while and keep it as a fantasy”, I said climbing on top of Rob and placing his gorgeous hard cock into my pussy and pushing back on the full length. Neither of use spoke. We just fucked and came quickly. We were both absorbed in out own dirty thoughts.  

The next few weeks went by uneventfully although we did revisit Rob’s fantasy quite often, which always led to great sex. I was becoming more comfortable talking dirty and I had gotten over my initial shock that my husband could contemplate me fucking another man. The idea of it had begun to permeate my own thoughts and I found myself looking at other men differently, wondering if it could ever happen.  

Then it was time for me to go away again to organize a conference. Despite being only just over an hours drive away, I would stay over because with all the long days and drinks and dinners in the evenings it was too much to drive home each night.  

The night before I was due to leave, Rob and I lay in bed and inevitably the conversation turned to his fantasy, since the circumstances now meant I would be in the situation to make it a reality.  

“What if I really did find another man at the conference and decide to fuck him?” I expected Rob would back down, faced by the true prospect of his wife with another man. His answer was pretty intense!  

“I would like it to happen if we could agree some rules and it was a mutual decision. I don’t want to lose you darling. At the same time, deep down, I know I want you to enjoy other men as part of our sex life”.  

There was a long silence while I gathered my thoughts. I turned to Rob and kissed him tenderly. Then I looked into the eyes of the man I adore and asked him simply, “What are the rules?”  

“You let me know in advance if it is going to happen. You must tell me where you are so I can come and get you if you need me to. If it does happen, you share all the details with me and let me ask anything I want to know. And finally, if it is possible, you make love to me next with his come still inside you”. Rob kissed me back and mouthed the words “I love you”.  

“I like the rules and I agree. No promises that it will happen, darling, so don’t get your hopes up. Also, I don’t want to feel any pressure or do it for the wrong reason. If it happens, it will be because I want it to and we have spoken and agreed it’s OK”.  

“Yes darling, let’s add the rule that there is no obligation and it is only by mutual consent between us: nothing hidden or behind the back”.  

“OK, my love, you have a deal”, I smiled at Rob, kissing him again as my pussy sent a shiver of excitement through my body. The anticipation of leaving the next day, knowing I had ‘permission’ to fuck another man was turning me on.  

“Now fuck your wife Rob, because the next time you do, I may have a pussy full of someone else’s come!”  

Rob literally jumped on me a fucked my brains out! It was a hot, desperate fuck and we both came hard and quickly.  

CHAPTER THREE  

I left early the next day and drove down to the conference venue. The first day was always set up and so I just worked hard and got prepared for the delegates who started to arrive in the evening. Nothing eventful happened except the usual stuff ups with flight connections and late arrivals.  

By 10:45PM I was in my room and called Rob. We chatted for a while and I gave him all the news of the day. We didn’t discuss our naughty agreement and I was soon asleep without another thought of it.  

The conference next day was rather boring for me. The topics were all engineering and scientific, so I excused myself from the speeches and hung around outside by the coffee station. From time to time, delegates would come out to visit the rest rooms or stop off for a coffee. They were predominantly men and I suppose 90% of the 300 or so attendees were men.  

I was dressed smartly in a dark blue skirt, above the knee and a silver grey blouse that opened enough to give a hint of cleavage. I have good breasts, so I like to offer a glimpse of their soft valley, which always seems to draw men’s eyes! My legs are long and I know they look good too, although my heels were not extreme so I could walk around all day comfortably.  

One delegate came out a few times and several times he came over and engaged me in small talk. He was quite nice and I wondered if he liked the way I looked.  

The rest of the day was uneventful and I organized things, helped a few delegates with problems and sorted out a mix up in the program for two of the breakout rooms; all very ordinary stuff.  

That evening, there was a cocktail reception and I mingled with the delegates. Soon I found myself talking to the man I had met in the morning who introduced himself as John. He was polite and funny and soon I was relaxing in his company and becoming far more familiar with him than I would normally with a delegate.  

John found out that I was married and he was too. At first he didn’t flirt with me or give any indication he found me attractive but as the evening wore on and the drinks took effect, it was obvious that he was interested in me.  

“You must see all sorts of things happen at conferences”, John remarked.  

“I suppose so”, I said, wondering where this was leading.  

“I mean; don’t you see a lot of people getting up to mischief because they are away from home”.  

“Oh yes, of course. That’s always happening”.  

“Has it ever happened to you?” Asked John directly, now looking deeply into my eyes. I felt myself flush. I took a sip of my drink.  

“No”, I paused, “not so far”.  

“Well maybe it will one day?” quizzed John.  

I felt a flutter in my stomach knowing that he was testing me out. I looked at him differently now, wondering if he could be the one to let me indulge Rob’s fantasy, which was fast becoming my own.  

“It won’t be tonight, that’s for sure. I have some preparation for tomorrow still to finish”, I said, protecting myself from the randy thoughts gathering in my mind.  

“Let’s see what tomorrow brings”, said John with a provocative twinkle in his eye, “hopefully you will let me enjoy your company after the last night dinner?”  

“I’m sure I will see you at the bar John”, I said in a non-committal way. “The last night is always easier for me to relax”.  

“To relaxation”, said John and we clinked glasses, “I look forward to tomorrow evening Jillian.”  

“I do too, John”, I smiled, just enough to let him know I liked him. “Good night”.  

With that we parted company and I did a quick check of the guests before excusing myself and rushing up to my room to call Rob.  

First I took a shower and then slid into bed, warm and naked. I called Rob.  

“Hello darling”, he said, “how is the conference going?”  

“Very well Rob and I have some news for you. Would you like to hear it?” I teased.  

“Of course! Tell me all!”  

“It’s not very exciting I suppose, compared to your dirty fantasy, so don’t be disappointed”. I wanted to ruffle Rob a bit.  

“I don’t mind, just tell me your news”.  

I paused a bit.  

“Well…I…met a man who I like!”  

I could hear Rob inhale quickly.  

“And I know he likes me because he suggested that he would like to meet up for a drink tomorrow night”.  

Rob sounded like he was trembling. “Did you agree to have a drink with him?”  

“Not exactly but I could if you would like me to. He’s very attractive and good company. The problem is that I think he wants more than just a drink Rob!”  

By now I could definitely hear Rob breathing faster.  

“That is so exciting Jillian. What are you going to do?”  

“I don’t know Rob. What do you think I should do?” By now I was getting horny and my hand had found my dampening pussy. “I’m just worried that if I go for a drink with John, it might go a bit further”.  

“Would you like it to go further with him?”  

“I’m playing with myself trying to imagine what would happen!”  

There was a short silence from Rob.  

“I’ve got my cock out now. You are turning me on!”  

“How much would it turn you on if I went out with John?”  

“It will send me wild! Just talking about it is sending me crazy! Do you think you could have sex with him?”  

“You know the rules Rob. If I let you know in advance and we agree, then its OK for me to fuck another man”, I said, now beginning to groan a little myself as I picked up the pace fingering myself. “I promise to let you know in advance!”  

“Oh god that is so hot. I love you teasing me! If you carry on much more, I’m going to come!”  

“Hold on a bit”, I said, “I have an idea which I think you will like, on one condition that you don’t come until I have finished explaining it to you and then we come together on the phone!”  

“I agree darling. Please tell me your idea!”  

I could sense Rob was really hot now and I started to explain my wicked idea.  

“I want you to drive down here tomorrow evening. I will leave a key to my room for you at reception. At around 9:00PM go to the bar and wait there. I will come to the bar with John, or if he’s not interested, I will hang around there in case any of the other guys want to pick me up. The most important thing is for you not to let anyone know that you’re my husband. I would love you to be here and see me talking with a man who I might choose to fuck. That way, if I want him, you’ll be able to agree. We can text each other or find a way to talk”. By now Rob was moaning almost constantly and I was getting very high.  

“Then, when I go off with whoever I select, you can go up to the room and wait for me. That way, I can bring a freshly fucked pussy back to you and we can enjoy my first stranger experience together. You can even eat out his come from me if you want to”.  

“Oh darling, I love it. I will be down there tomorrow night!”  

“Good Rob. And now you can come if you like, imagining me going off with another man who you have agreed to let me fuck!”  

“Oh yes please, I want you to fuck him…” Rob’s voice trailed off and I heard him grunt as he came, which was enough to make me come too. That was our first ever phone sex and it was amazing!  

After we had calmed down, I gave Rob my room number and we arranged a few more details of how we would enact the evening.  

“I can’t believe we are going to do this Rob!” I finally said. “I am so excited now I know its going to happen”.  

“You’re amazing Jillian. I love you so much for agreeing to do this”.  

“It’s for both of us darling. I want it too. Just promise me not to jerk off too much tonight. I want you to have some come left so you can fuck me with another man’s cum inside me!”  

We said goodnight. I had to make myself come three more times before I could go to sleep. I’m sure Rob pretty well rubbed himself raw!  

CHAPTER FOUR   The next day was the last of the conference. Throughout the day, I kept seeing John and he always seemed to be looking at me. I tried to keep my calm and not stare back or give him any indication that I was interested. I wanted him to work for it. If this was going to happen I wanted John to be enthusiastic!  

On the other hand, I was a nervous wreck! My tummy was in knots and my pussy gushing with love juices - so much that mid afternoon I had to go back to my room and change my panties. It gave me the chance to finger myself to a couple of orgasms and that helped me get through until the formal dinner in the evening, for which I changed into a tight, short black dress and tall black heels.  

I caught up with John at the pre-dinner drinks and he told me how good I looked, which was true. I could feel dozens of the men looking at me and wanting me. There were a few moments when I could have almost let it happen, I was that hot! I managed to select a table away from John, (since I was in charge of the seating it wasn’t hard), yet I was still close enough that I could check him out occasionally and make sure our eyes met. By the time dinner and the dreary speeches had finished, the glances between us were conveying suggestions of what might transpire later that night. I knew I had John just where I wanted him. I was now in the driving seat.  

By around 9:20PM we were entering the bar and John had made his way alongside me. I could see Rob sitting casually at the far end of the bar and we exchanged knowing glances. This was it. I now had to decide if tonight I was going to become a hot wife and ask Rob to agree to it, which I knew he would.  

John touched me by the arm and we found a space half way along the bar. His touch was electric and it was all I could do not to jump. Rob would have us in full view if we sat here and I was able to position myself so I could watch Rob’s reactions without it being obvious.  

John ordered drinks and we settled into conversation. We talked about the conference, our interests, his job and we joked about things. We were becoming quite relaxed and John used every opportunity to touch my arm or hand. I did the same to him in return and the sexual tension between us was rising fast.  

John could sense I was getting interested, so he complemented me again on my looks and this time told me I looked hot. If only he knew how hot I was between my legs!  

“So is tonight the night Jillian?” John asked.  

“The night for what John?” I played dumb, looking him deep in the eyes.  

“The night you let being away from home lead you into a little mischief. You said it happens all the time at conferences.”  

“I’m shocked John. Are you making a pass at a married woman?”  

“I’m making a pass at you Jillian because you are beautiful, sexy and hot. I can’t think of anything better than making love to you tonight. If you will let me.”  

Of course he had me at “Hello” but I still wanted to play this out a little longer. I could see Rob along the bar shifting on his stool and I knew that meant he was already sporting a massive hard on watching his wife flirting with another man.  

“I’ve never done anything like that before John. You know I find you attractive but I shouldn’t go to bed with you. I’m a married and it’s just not right.”  

“So can I take that as a maybe?” said John, now taking my hand in his and pulling me ever so slightly closer. I let a coy smile slip and looked down for a moment. Then, biting my lower lip, I looked up at him with my best sexy ‘fuck me’ look.  

“I want you too. However I will need to be very discreet. I have colleagues here and they can see me talking to you. We can’t leave together.”  

“I’ll go to my room first and you can come up in about 20 minutes if you like. I’ll order some champagne. How does that sound?”  

“I don’t know”, I feigned, “I’m still really nervous. What if I get scared and want to back out?”  

“Then all its cost me is my dented pride, a bottle of champagne and a wonderful evening with a sexy woman who I’ll think about all night”.  

Quite smooth, I thought. I let his words sink in silently for as long as I dared.  

“What’s your room number John?”  

“1411”  

“Go up and wait for me lover and don’t worry, the champagne won’t go to waste! I’ll be up as quick as I can”.  

John left and I watched him go to make sure it was safe to go over to Rob.  

“What happened?” said Rob, “Why did he leave?”  

“He’s gone up to his room to wait for me, darling. So now is the moment you have been waiting for. You have to decide if you agree to your wife fucking another man!”  

Rob looked at me with eyes hooded with lust. He was shaking with excitement.  

“Oh yes, I want you to my love, but is it what you want Jillian?”  

“More than anything. This is so hot, especially knowing we’re doing this willingly together! Besides, I can’t wait to bring my used pussy back to you because I know that’s what you really want”.  

I leant forward and kissed Rob. The sweetest sexiest kiss I can remember and breathed, “I love you” into his mouth. He did the same.  

Rob held me close and whispered in my ear.  

“Now go and be a dirty girl and have fun with your lover’s cock. I’ll wait for you in bed with my tongue and a hard-on ready for you”.  

I kissed his cheek, winked with a dirty smile and set off for my room first to freshen up a little.  

I took off my sodden panties and left a note for Rob placing them both on the pillow.  

“When you read this note, your wife is somewhere in this hotel being fucked. I hope you like the idea because I do. Just save me some of your come for when I get back. I’ll be very disappointed if you can’t fuck me while I tell you all about what I did tonight with my other lover.  

Here are my wet panties, since I won’t need them. Why don’t you sniff them and then you can compare the smell of my cunt before and after John fucks me! Enjoy!  

Your sexy slut wife, who loves you totally,  

Jillian”  

I kissed the paper, leaving a corny lipstick kiss mark. I thought Rob would like that slutty touch.  

Then I headed off to room 1411 and my first cheating with the full blessing of my husband!  

CHAPTER FIVE  

By the time I reached John’s room I could hardly walk. I was trembling with fear and excitement. My mind was full of questions and doubts. How did I let this go so far? Is this going to ruin my marriage? Why do Rob and I both want this so much?  

John opened the door quickly to my knock, wearing the white hotel robe and I literally fell into his arms. Instantly we were kissing with hungry mouths. We kissed passionately for what seemed like ages until I had to break for lack of breath.  

John offered me champagne, which I gladly took and sat on the edge of the bed.  

“I’m so glad you came Jillian. Thank you”, was his simple statement.  

“I don’t know why I am here. It’s so wicked. For some reason, I just have to do this”. Poor John. If only he knew.  

John joined me on the bed and pushed me back, lying next to me. We started kissing again and after a while I felt his hand running up my inner thigh. Soon enough his fingers found my uncovered pussy and he would have instantly noticed how wet I was.  

“Seems like you came prepared,” said John. Then, holding up a condom pack he added, “and so did I!”  

“You won’t need that, lover. I want to feel you come inside me”.  

For one horrible second I thought I would fail in my mission to get my pussy nice and dirty with his hot come. I needn’t have worried as John tossed the condom aside and resumed his dexterous exploration of my open gash.  

“Oh yes John”, I moaned as his fingers sent shock waves through me, “I came here so you can fuck me. I really want you”. My hand found John’s cock and I started to massage and stroke it. The size felt about the same as Rob’s, maybe a little fatter.  

I couldn’t resist seeing it so I pulled open John’s robe and saw the first new cock since before I was married. It looked wonderful and quickly I took the tip in my mouth and washed it round and round with my tongue drawing it in and out of my lips. John moaned loudly. I didn’t want him to come in my mouth so I stopped the sucking quickly, probably to his disappointment.  

I was just aching to be fucked. I can’t explain it. It was so animal. I was just desperate for his cock to stuff me and come inside me. I was also thinking about Rob lying there waiting for me. I wanted to get back to him with a trophy of John’s come as soon as I could.  

John must have thought I was a total slut. I yanked up my dress to fully expose my pussy and lay on my back, submitting to him.  

“Fuck me now John. Please just fuck me. I want you so much!” I begged, completely without shame!  

John wasn’t about to turn me down either and he quickly threw off the robe and was on top of me, his mouth locked on mine in a passionate kiss and the head of his lovely cock brushing my open willing vulva.  

Reaching down, I positioned his beautiful meat perfectly and he just pushed into me all the way in a single deliberate thrust. I was off in heaven immediately. The anticipation all day had made me so high I was practically coming already. Running my hands over his powerful back and buttocks, I locked my calves behind him and pulled him into me.  

John was a strong man and I was being fucked well and hard, our pelvic bones smashing together and sending shocks into my clit. In no time I was moaning and coming in body splitting waves. John kept pounding me and I never really came down from my high. This was so good I could have almost cried!  

I could feel John building up to come. I wasn’t quite ready and I wanted his come as deep in me as possible.  

“Turn me over. I want you to fuck me deep from behind”. I have never known a man who doesn’t like a good doggy fuck and John quickly flipped me over and pulled me to the edge of the bed with my knees tucked under me, positioning my pussy perfectly at the edge of the bed. My face was on the bed. I arched my back like the slut I was and begged him again for his cock.  

John was in me immediately with his amazing hard cock. Now he could really pound into me and I could feel his tip all the way up to my cervix.  

“Oh yes, that’s it. That’s what I want! Fuck me hard until you come!”  

Which is exactly what he did, making me scream out with another massive orgasm as I felt him load me up with his hot come. I was so sensitive that I felt every turgid squirt and that was the sexiest part, knowing he was giving me the gift I wanted most of all.  

I flopped forward on the bed, still wearing my dress and one high heel, my bum and pussy exposed. John joined me and lay back beside me.  

“That was amazing Jillian. You’re SO hot!”  

“Thank you John, I really needed that and you fucked me to perfection!”  

John leaned over and we exchanged a long passionate kiss, which I broke, turning over and sitting up.  

“I am sorry lover but I have to go before the guilt sets in”.  

Poor John looked really disappointed, his cock hanging there still half hard. I am sure he was waiting for another less frantic session.  

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night? Please at least help me finish the champagne”.  

I pulled on my other sexy pump and stood up brushing down my skirt as the first drips of come started to leak onto my inner thigh.  

“I’d love to stay the night John but that would make it too intimate and I know I’d feel so guilty tomorrow. This was wonderful, believe me, but I have to go!” And I really did have to go because I could feel the come beginning to drip.  

“Please, if you change your mind you will come back? You’re so sexy I don’t think I could ever get enough of you”.  

“I know where you are if I need you!” I said with a sexy wink.  

John stood up and I took this lovely naked man, who had just fucked me so masterfully in my arms, his cock leaving little cum slicks on the lap of my dress. We kissed again and whispered a few more thanks to each other. John repeated his request for me to stay but I managed to get away.  

Then suddenly I was out in the corridor teetering toward the elevator, heading back to Rob. As nobody was around I stuck my hand up my dress and cupped my naked pussy to catch as much come as possible. Not very ladylike, even for a slut like me!  

Down two floors, I was at my room in a few seconds.  

CHAPTER SIX  

As I let myself in to my room, I could see Rob spread out on the bed, lit only by one bedside lamp, my discarded panties in one hand and a truly raging hard cock in the other. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon,” he said smiling.  

“Lie back darling. I have a present for you,” I announced as I kicked off my shoes and clambered onto the bed, standing astride John and pulling up my dress off over my head. I flicked off my bra and presented myself naked for my husband.  

“Would you like to see your wife’s dirty fresh fucked pussy, full of another man’s come?”  

“Oh yes,” gasped Rob, staring intently at my puffy lips, from which a long filament of come was hanging, “bring that pussy here so I can smell and taste her”.  

So I straddled Rob’s face and slowly lowered my pussy down, stopping about six inches above his mouth.  

“Would you like me to describe how I got fucked by John?”  

“You know I would!”  

“OK then, you can suck on this while I tell you”. With that I lowered myself onto his mouth, thrilled by the filthy idea that my husband wanted to eat another man’s come out of my pussy.  

As soon Rob’s expert tongue and mouth were on my pussy, I was racing up towards another orgasm. It wasn’t just the sensation, which was delightful; it was also the naughtiness of the conspiracy that had brought us both to this depraved scenario. I was a good wife by being a bad wife. Go figure!  

Rob couldn’t get enough of my pussy and I gasped out the story of my short hard fuck with John. It was pretty hard to talk as I had a whole string of beautiful orgasms on Rob’s mouth.  

After I was satisfied that Rob had enjoyed as much of John’s come as possible, I slid myself back down his body and onto his sweet cock. He slipped in easily and I settled back on him with a sensual rocking motion.  

“How did my pussy taste?”  

“The best ever.”  

“So you like eating another man’s come from me do you?”  

“Oh yes darling, I love it”.  

Rob was looking dreamily up into my eyes and I could tell he was already on the verge of coming.  

“How does your wife’s used pussy feel darling?”  

“Soooo good! You’re so fucking sexy, I’m going to come really soon!”  

I quickened my pace just a fraction and leant forwards and started kissing Rob.  

“I want to taste myself and John too”, I said between kisses. That was enough to send Rob over the top. He just started to unload a huge hot flood into me and we had both achieved our wish of me taking loads from two men in my pussy one after the other.  

I collapsed into Rob’s arms and he just kept saying, “I love you darling, thank you, thank you”.  

Lying there in the after glow we talked about how we felt and both agreed it was beyond our wildest expectations and a total success. We laughed and giggled about our naughty sexy game.  

“I feel a bit sorry for John”, I said eventually, “I just used him to fuck me and he was hoping for a whole night with me. He looked so sad when I left”.  

“Would you like to go back to his room now?”  

Rob’s question surprised me. I hadn’t thought about it, although now I began to wonder if it would be nice to take more time with John. I felt a flutter in my tummy and my pussy. I don’t know how I could be getting excited after all this sex!  

“Can I - are you sure that’s OK with you darling?”  

“On one condition”, said Rob with an evil grin on his face, “You don’t clean my come out of your pussy”.  

“That’s so fucking naughty”, I exclaimed, instantly turned on by the idea.  

“I like the idea of that! Are you sure you’ll be OK until the morning?”  

“Yes, it will turn me on imagining you with him again. I probably won’t sleep and likely I will nearly pull my cock off my body!”  

“Just save some for me!”  

“Go on. Call him. He may already be asleep. I want to hear you call him and seduce him”.  

I picked up the phone, sharing it between Rob’s ear and mine so he could hear the call and dialed John’s room trembling with renewed excitement. He only took three rings to answer.  

“Is there any champagne left?” I asked in my sexiest voice, “that hot fuck has left me a bit thirsty!”  

“I was hoping you’d call. We still have half a bottle - do you think that will last us for the rest of the night?”  

“Probably, since we are going to be making love most of the time. That is if you let me come back?” I said teasingly.  

“I will leave the door ajar and wait for you in bed. All I ask is that you take your dress off this time. I want to enjoy you naked”.  

“I promise, but I have to warn you that I haven’t had a shower yet. Is that OK? I feel a bit dirty”.  

“I like dirty girls. Anyway, perhaps I can clean you up a little myself”. My pussy shivered at the thought!  

“I’m on my way John. I want whatever you want tonight”. I clicked the receiver down and looked at Rob who was beaming a smile up at me and already had nearly achieved another full erection.  

“Fuck we’re so dirty”, I said to him triumphantly, “This is so fucking horny darling. I’m glad you had your dirty dream and now we can make it real together”.  

“This is way better than any dream I’ve ever had”, said Rob and we kissed one last time. I thanked him for being the best sexy husband in the world. After all, I was the one getting double and triple portions!

I slipped on my dress, naked underneath and headed back up to 1411. I felt like a total whore and I just couldn’t stop smiling to myself. “Jillian”, I said to myself, “you are a sexy dirty slut! Go and enjoy yourself girl!”  

CHAPTER SEVEN  

I let myself into John’s room, locked the door behind me, pulled my dress over my head and stood there naked beside the bed. I extended a hand which he took and said quietly, “I am yours tonight John. Whatever you want, I am yours”.  

John flipped back the sheet and I slid in beside him, into his arms. The feeling was instantly different. I had come here to take my time; to make love. Suddenly, I was his lover and I was prepared to want him unconditionally the same way I wanted my husband Rob. This was the most erotic moment of the whole night when I decided to put Rob out of my thoughts and submit all of my feelings to enjoying John.  

For the first time I started to notice the differences between my two men. John smelled different, his body was an unfamiliar shape and the way he touched me was new. Although before we had a great fuck, I really didn’t pay any attention to him as a man or as a lover. Now I wanted to indulge that pleasure!  

I started to lovingly kiss John’s chest and teased his nipples with my tongue and teeth. At the same time, my hand reached down and cupped his lovely strong balls, which were big and filled my whole hand. His cock, now freshly erect, had thick soft skin, which flexed up and down across its hard inner core as I pulled up and down. Looking at his beautiful member I realized that he was uncircumcised, unlike Rob and I was fascinated with the way the hood could be pulled back to reveal his purple tip which was deliciously smooth and tight as if it was straining to be pleasured.  

With tenderness and equal measure of lust, I turned and took John in my mouth, holding his cock by the base and combining my mouth with my fingers as I worked him in and out of my salivating mouth. His cock was hot on my tongue and on every downward stroke, my teeth tugged gently on his foreskin, drawing it back across his taut-skinned glans so it could nudge the back of my throat. I was giving him the best head I know how and I became one with his cock, sensing every change in his response to my touch.  

As I lost myself in adoring his manhood, John gently lifted my leg over his head so I straddled him in a sixty-nine position. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy and he just stayed there for several minutes breathing on me, inhaling the smell of my pussy. Knowing it was Rob’s fresh load he was inspecting made me tingle all over with expectation that he would soon be unknowingly be drinking my husband’s come.  

When the moment came and his mouth encircled my puffy used vulva, I cried out with the exquisite intensity of the feeling, my innards in knots as an orgasm started to rise. Tears of pure sexual joy rolled from my eyes and I was completely connected to John, sobbing as I came. I could feel my inner contractions and I am sure that pushed Rob’s come from my pussy. John responded by running his tongue from my clit up to my open hole and drinking down my husband’s mess. Nothing had prepared me for this intensity and I sobbed and came continuously, unable to control my emotions.  

Soon, I could sense John’s cock tightening and his balls were contracting up in preparation for his come. His breathing into my pussy was in short hot gasps and his concentration was slipping. I pulled his foreskin right down from his sensitive tip and worked it with my tongue and teeth, lightly scraping them over its dome. Beneath me, John’s muscles contracted and his balls began to clamp into a tight ball in my hand, my fingernails scraping his soft scrotum. His mouth left my pussy and he let out a yelp of exquisite pain as his cock disgorged, pumping with such intense squirts, that I didn’t even need to swallow for his come to flood down my throat. John’s come spasms went on for ages and I luxuriated in several mouthfuls of his sweet come, some of which I held in my mouth to savor its taste and because I knew it would excite him if I swallowed slowly and cleaned his cock down to the last drop.  

Once I was sure that John was empty, I spent another few minutes kissing my lover’s cock and all around it until his size had diminished and his cockhead had disappeared back into its cute little cover.  

Turning round, I lay back in John’s arms and we kissed gently and tenderly. In my mouth were the remnants of two beautiful men’s come and at that moment I was sexually and emotionally complete. I don’t know if I will ever feel so fulfilled again, either as a woman, lover or wife.  

“You’re amazing Jillian”, whispered John between our kisses, “I’ve never enjoyed a woman as much as you. You are so beautiful and sexy. Thank you for coming back to me tonight”.  

“Thank you for cleaning my pussy so nicely”, I said, smiling inside as I reveled in the furtive thrill that he had consumed all of my husband’s come.  

“I loved the way you cleaned my cock after I came”, added John.  

“Well since we are both so clean and beautiful”, I said, looking lovingly into John’s eyes, “do you think it would be a problem if we got dirty again?”  

“I’m amazed to say, I think that is going to happen very soon”, said John, a naughty twinkle in his eyes. “There is something about you Jillian which is more sexy than I can even describe”.  

“I have no idea why”, I said, putting on my best innocent girl pout and dipping my head like a naughty child. “I don’t know what has gotten into me tonight - I’ve never behaved like this before!” OH JOHN, if only you knew!  

We kissed and talked and giggled like teenagers for a while and I got John to set the alarm for early, because I said I had to clean up from the conference. When we realized that only left a few hours together, the intensity of our kissing increased and eventually we were ready to make love for earnest.  

This time, I lay John down on his back, clicked out the bedside light and in the grey half light, slowly slid my pussy down onto his gorgeous cock, pressing my breasts on his warm chest and wrapping my arms around his neck. In this sweet embrace we rocked for what must have been hours. I was constantly teetering on the edge of an orgasm and occasionally let myself fall over the precipice, our mouths nibbling, our breaths entwined.  

“Tonight John, for just one night, I love you!” I confessed, consumed by these amazing feelings. I was crying just a little when I added. “This can only be one night my darling. I’m sorry. I can’t see you again. This is our special act of mischief. I will always remember loving you like this John”.  

“I love you tonight Jillian and always will in my memories. You are perfect and this is heavenly. Nothing can take this away from my heart now”.  

I could see the time on the bedside clock and realized we only had minutes left.  

“Can you come in me again, my lover?” I asked.  

“Yes”.  

I lifted myself up and ground my sensitive mound on John’s cock, rocking back so his base drew hard across my pussy bone. Inside me I could drive his cock into the sensitive g-spot of my box. I could feel him building again with me.  

“Come in me John. I want your come deep inside me!”  

This time, I could tell he had less come but my orgasm was just as intense as we reached our finale together screaming out our moment of joy.  

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” we both repeated over and over as the waves washed over us. And in that moment I did love him.  

We lay there in silent embrace for no more than a few minutes before the alarm brought us crashing down to reality and suddenly I was myself again.  

We kissed and touched and looked into each other’s eyes but my thoughts were now back with Rob. Sweet Rob, who had given me a night almost no woman could imagine possible. Now I just wanted to hurry back to him to say “thank you”.  

John’s plane was leaving early, so I knew I was safe and would not see him again this morning. As I slipped on my dress he begged me for my number although I knew he could find me through my work if he really wanted to.  

“Let’s not spoil this John. No numbers. No calling. No regrets. This was the first time for me being unfaithful and I cannot imagine it ever happening again, (that wasn’t quite true!). Go home to your wife and make love to her as beautifully as you did to me. I have a wonderful husband who wants me home too”.  

“You’re right, Jillian”. And with a simple kiss I let myself out of his room and headed back to my room. It was five fifteen.  

An early departing conference delegate looked at my disheveled state as I joined him for only two floors in the elevator. I am sure I reeked of sex but I just didn’t care.  

I couldn’t help laughing out loud as I covered the last few steps to my room.  

Rob greeted me at the door, naked with a hard cock. Happy as I was to see him, I was satiated and exhausted.  

“It was wonderful darling. Thank you for letting me go to John”, I said as he covered my face with kisses, “can I just sleep for two hours and then you can wake me up with kisses and I will tell you all about it?”  

“How about I put you to sleep with kisses between your legs? Otherwise you might leak all over the sheets”.  

I loved Rob so much. He was just like a naughty little boy at that moment. I melted and couldn’t resist his offer.  

Lying naked in bed, I lay on my back as Rob slowly lapped John’s last load of come from my now weary pussy. I did come again - not with the same ferocity as the night before. After that I must have blacked out.  

The next thing I knew was Rob gently kissing my face and neck to wake me. In my half consciousness I was in an erotic dream, raised on an upholstered table, like a whore-offering as several naked men surrounded me kissing and licking my body, running their hands into every crevice at will. Rob’s hands were gently stoking me and as I slowly woke to reality. I promised myself I would revisit that dream one day as a fantasy to describe to Rob!  

Needless to say, the whole experience has changed our lives and we now have plans to repeat the experience whenever the opportunity arises. That could be as early as next week, when I have another conference.  

Hot-Wife Evaluation?

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

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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