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.

Why wife sharing/hotwifing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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2 years ago

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.

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scouts7

3 years ago

Five nosy sex questions………….

1) How many different cocks have you fucked so far in 2022?

2) Favorite type of porn?

3) Would you rather suck off a coworker, your boss, or a stranger?

4) Do you squirt?

5) What’s your favorite place to take a load of cum?

1) Four cocks

2) Rough cheating sex

3) Coworker

4) I can, especially with great anal

5) Deep in my pussy, fill me up

🔥🥃😈

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scouts7

2 years ago

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

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

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

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

Here are some tips, challenges, and dares!

Starting out:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

20. Sext other men and show your husband.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Send pics of his face in your pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

42. Have hubby hold you while you get fucked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***Other adventures:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***ADVANCED:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

77. Spanking.

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

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

79. ADVANCED: Strap-on play.

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

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

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

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scouts7

7 months ago

Hotwife

Ok so my husband and I recently started exploring the "hotwife" dynamic. Mostly he encouraged it and it took me a while to come around to it, but recently I told him that I'd be open to it under the right circumstances. That was about a month ago. I read your blog all the time, and I remember you saying something like when a wife decides that it is possible for her to do something like this and opens her mind to what it might mean, that her daily life changes. Her confidence blooms, and she sees men a different way. Let me tell you, 100% that is my experience. I guess I'm giving off some kind of vibe, because I swear that ever since I internally determined that I might do this, almost every attractive man I see--in a grocery store, in a store, just about everywhere, gives me that "look"--you know, where the eye contact lasts just a second too long. It's been an exciting, flirty, experience. It's also a super turn on. I don't know if I'll ever find the right guy. At this point I hope I do, because I'm wearing my husband out at night to the point he can't keep up. So this isn't really a question, just a comment. We've been married 10 years by the way--both of us are 35.

I know, right? Can't tell you how often I hear this. Even though I've been open to this for like 11 years now, I still have this experience out and about--maybe not to the same level you're now having it, but still. There's something to be said for the novelty of it--if you've been married that long and who knows how long you were committed before to him, you haven't opened yourself up to "flirting" for a long time. To find out attractive men are attracted to you is, well...intoxicating is a great word.

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scouts7

2 years ago

NSFW Asks

Send me some numbers. Anon or not I will answer anything. Hmu.

1. What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve ever had about a total stranger?

2. Do you prefer sex at night, in the morning, mid-afternoon, or NOW?

3. What’s your favorite way to be seduced?

4. What’s the dirtiest fantasy you’ve had at work?

5. How would you dominate your boss sexually if given the chance?

6. What do you do when you get horny in public?

7. Have you ever masturbated in a public bathroom?

8. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve thought about while touching yourself?

9. What’s the strangest prop you’ve used to get yourself off?

10. Do you remember the first time you felt aroused?

11. Who gave you your first orgasm?

12. Do you remember what that first orgasm felt like?

13. Have you ever had sex with someone whose name you never knew?

14. What’s your favorite thing about a quickie?

15. What the most sexually daring thing you’ve ever done?

16. Have you ever fantasized about fucking one of your teachers?

17. Do you ever mentally strip strangers just for kicks?

18. And then imagine, in dirty detail, what it would be like to fuck them?

19. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?

20. What inspires you to make the first move?

21. In your opinion, what does it mean to be good in bed?

22. Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend or girlfriend because you just couldn’t help yourself?

23. Have you ever pushed the boundaries of fidelity to the brink and then retreated just for the rush?

24. Do you have a go-to masturbation fantasy?

25. What kind of porn turns you on?

26. Have you ever had sex with your eyes closed?

27. Have you ever blindfolded or handcuffed your partner?

28. Does naughty talk get you aroused?

29. Are you sure about that, my dirty little forest nymph of a sex goddess?

30. What’s the dirtiest thing someone’s ever said to you during sex?

31. Have you ever watched another couple get it on without them knowing?

32. Have you ever watched another couple have sex with their permission?

33. How would you respond if a couple approached you to be their “third”?

34. What’s the most flattering thing someone’s said about your naked body?

35. When’s the last time you had a vivid sex dream?

36. What do you think an orgy would be like?

37. Have you ever propositioned a total stranger?

38. What does your ideal one-night stand look like?

39. How long does it take you to get yourself off, on average?

40. What’s the weirdest thing that turns you on?

41. Have you ever had a naughty dream about a close friend or family member?

42. Have you ever woken up humping your pillow?

43. When’s the last time you orgasmed in your sleep?

44. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you while hooking up?

45. Do you like touching yourself in front of the people you sleep with?

46. What’s the dirtiest text you’ve ever sent or received?

47. Do you prefer professional or amateur porn?

48. What’s your favorite blowjob technique?

49. If you had to pick, would you be a dominatrix or a submissive?

50. Is there anything you won’t do in bed?

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