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Hotwife Lifestyle - One BIG Potential Problem and How to Avoid It 

Many of the problems with the hotwife lifestyle come down to the differences in the ways men and women think. Never underestimate the magnitude of the task ahead of you if you want to get your wife or girlfriend to cuckold you. The trick isn’t just to get her to have hot sex with other guys but also to STAY emotionally faithful to you AND involve you to whatever extent you want to be involved. ….

Hotwife Advice for Women 

 think women tend to get a raw deal when it comes to finding advice on being a hotwife. It’s true there’s lots of information out there on the topic, but most of it is written by men for men; and the material that is written by women seems to be more about what they get up to rather than how to make it work. In other words, it’s also written for men. ….

The Hotwife Lifestyle for Beginners 

The hotwife lifestyle appeals to many men and women of an open-minded nature who have a strong relationship and wish to explore beyond the horizons of traditional sexuality in regard to marriage and monogamy. …..

Hotwifing and the Four Stages of Cuckolding 

Almost every marriage where cuckolding becomes the norm passes through these stages, and it’s important to realise they are entirely natural and normal. 

The Ultimate Hotwife Lifestyle 

What many men – and even fewer women – realize when they first start taking the idea of hotwifing and cuckolding as a serious possibility for them, is they are subtly changing the dynamic of their relationship and setting themselves up for a true lifestyle change. ….

How To Start Hotwifing 

The question of how to start hotwifing is not as simple to answer as you might think. Or, rather, there is a simple answer but it’s not a very useful one: “just go out and fuck another man, dear”. Alas, that’s a recipe for disaster. …

How Does Hotwifing Enhance a Relationship? 

At first glance, it would seem ‘obvious’ that hotwifing or cuckolding – where a woman has sex with men other than her husband, but with her husband’s knowledge, consent and often at his urging – would be disastrous for any marriage, no matter how strong. But this is far from the truth, as you’ll see in this article…..

How Often Should Your Hotwife Play? 

This is a topic for more advanced couples who are currently living the hotwife lifestyle or have definitely decided to “do it” – and now they’re just working out the details. And one detail that’s really important to work out properly and in advance is how often should your hotwife play?….

Cuckolding: Three Things Cuckolded Husbands Love The Most 

There are many surprising benefits to being cuckolded for husbands, in terms of an enhanced relationship and, in a seeming paradox, a better sex life. But out of all of them three stand head and shoulders above the rest in terms of their ability to delight and excite the man whose wife has one or more lovers. We look at them in detail in this article….

Why Cuckolding Makes for a Happy and Fun Marriage 

Why cuckolding is so popular a fantasy for men is a fascinating topic, and one it’s worth understanding before you take even your first, tentative steps into the hot wife and cuckolding lifestyle. So in this article we’ll look at why men have the cuckolding fantasy so often, and why the cuckolding hotwife lifestyle is so much fun for both of you….

Hotwifing - 3 Ways to Do It Successfully 

This is perhaps the best choice of all, especially for couples are new to the hotwife lifestyle. In this article I share with you three simple choices for couples new to the hotwife lifestyle….

Hotwife Tips - 3 Hot Secrets for Ultimate Hotwife Pleasure 

So, you’ve confessed your desires to your wife – you want her to have sex with other men – she’s agreed in principle, so now… how is it all going to work? So to give you a nudge in what I hope is a hopeful direction, here are three simple scenarios for couples new to hotwiving (you can also use these as ideas when first introducing your wife to the idea of getting into the lifestyle)….

The Ultimate Hotwife Night 

The hotwife or cuckolding fantasy is a very popular one for men, but even though they think about it often, it’s rare they actually think about it very deeply. And the problem with this is the things you need to do to make the hotwife lifestyle appeal to your wife means sitting down and thinking about it a little more deeply than you have been doing – simply because when it comes to these things, men and women have a very different approach. That’s what we explore in this article…..

Can Hotwife Marriages Really Work? 

It’s a fact that hotwifing is a very, very common male fantasy. Why this is so is open to debate, but that doesn’t change the fact it’s true…..

Hotwifing Benefits - Three Reasons Hotwifes Have Better Marriages 

Odd as it may seem the hotwifing benefits you’ll experience if you can get your wife to take the plunge into the cuckolding lifestyle far outweigh the risks and disadvantages (with one proviso: hotwiving is for couples whose relationship is good but they want to improve it; if your relationship is already sexless and broken, then hotwiving will make things a lot worse). Discover here three HUGE benefits to the hotwife lifestyle…..

Hotwife Rules - 3 Tips to Successful Hotwifing 

Hotwife rules won’t mean much to you if you’re in the minority of cases where the lifestyle is part of a wider female-dominated relationship where the only rule seems to be “she can do what she likes”. But for the majority, those who see hotwiving as being something to deepen and enhance a relationship of equals there are three rules you must follow…..

Hotwifing - Is It Wrong? 

Hotwifing is an emotive subject with a lot of strong opinions held on both sides of the argument. But, the fundamental question is: Is Hotwifing Wrong? Unfortunately there’s no answer anyone can give and relieve the individual of answering the question for him- or herself…..

Hotwiving and What Your Wife Wants From It 

The biggest mistake men make when they try to get their wives interested in hotwiving, is blundering in without giving a moment’s thought to what they’re trying to achieve. I mean, yes, they know what their goal is, but that’s the problem. They’re focused on it like a greyhound chasing a rabbit and are blind to all else – including the mess they’re making of things! In this sort article you will uncover the big shift in your thinking you need to make if you want your wife to become the dream Hotwife you crave….

How Does a Hotwife Pick Up a Lover? 

The answer to the question, “how does a hotwife pick up a lover” must be… “very carefully!” But joking aside, in this short article you will discover three tips to selecting the right man to become your wife’s lover…..

How to Get Your Husband to Agree to a Hotwife Lifestyle 

Usually, it’s the man who drives the hotwife lifestyle and then as his wife become more comfortable with it and realises he’s not going to ‘freak out’ at her seeing other men, she tends to become more outgoing and provocative. And, of course, men love this. But what about when it’s the wife who harbours the initial desire? In this short article you will discover some simple tips for women seeking to persuade their men to let them off the leash! …..

How Many Wives Would Like to Hotwife? 

Since infidelity is the last big taboo, how many wives would like to hotwife? And it seems like a reasonable thing to ask since even though it’s a very common male fantasy, it seems women are turned off by the whole idea (but the truth I reveal in this short article will surprise you).,,,,,

Why Cuckolding Is Not the Same As an Affair 

Cuckolding is NOT the same as having an affair, despite most people thinking it is. The crucial difference is one is done with the full knowledge, consent, and even approval of the husband, while the other is not. Discover the difference between cuckolding and affairs and finally uncover the truth about the delicious cuckolding lifestyle…….

The Hotwife Lifestyle - 3 Secrets to Make It Work! 

For many couples the Hotwife lifestyle is a marriage saver - something you might find counterintuitive considering the pain, anguish and trouble infidelity typically causes in a marriage. But the hotwife lifestyle is different and can in fact bring couples closer together. In this short article you will discover the plain truth about the hotwife lifestyle…..

Your stories are so hot! Could you write a story about a doctor taking advantage of his patient?

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Thanks! I love a good challenge. Here goes nothing. Let me know what you think. :) Also, for others: I hesitate to write stuff like this because I’m sure it could be triggering to some. I’m sure this goes without saying, but use your judgement on whether or not you want to read.

You were proud of yourself, as silly as that sounds. For the first time in your life you made a doctor appointment all on your own. Turning 18 was one thing, but becoming an adult didn’t just magically happen from one day to the next. The only way to become an adult was to do adult things, and you felt that this qualified. Your heart raced when you spoke to the receptionist on the phone. “Do you have a preference on which doctor?”, the receptionist had asked. “Anyone will do,” you replied in a rush to get off the phone.

When the day came you showed up to the office early and begrudged the fact that your mom wasn’t there to fill out the monotonous paperwork for you like she used to. You were finding that being an adult wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Just as you started to feel sorry for yourself you heard your name. You looked up to see a nurse smiling at you as she held the door open and motioned for you to come back. She took you to a room where she glimpsed at your paperwork and took your vitals. “Change into this,” she said as she handed you a medical gown. “Dr. Jacobs will be with you shortly.” With that, she offered another polite smile on her way out the door. You returned the offering then wiped the fake smile from your face as the door closed behind her.

No sooner were you done changing than there was a knock on the door. Your heart began to race as you saw a man step through the door. Suddenly, you were mad at yourself for assuming you would be assigned a female doctor. It hadn’t even crossed your mind that you would need to ask. You wondered, had your mom always asked? “I’m Dr. Jacobs,” he said extending his hand. You took it in your own, consummating an awkward handshake where he held your hand a little too firmly. “Here for a physical, I see?” he asked rhetorically as he glanced over your paperwork. You nodded. Somehow you had forgotten how to speak.

Dr. Jacobs approached you with his stethoscope. “First I’m going to listen to your lungs,” he advised before leaning towards you. His hand wrapped around your back. You could smell his body spray as you tried to avoid looking down the front of his scrubs. You stole glimpses of his face from up close as he alternated listening to your right and left lung. He was in his mid-forties, if you had to guess. Fit and handsome, with a five o’clock shadow that you guessed was a result of the long hours required of a man in his position.

“Now, your heart,” he said as he moved his hand to your chest. His palm pressed up against your breast as he moved the stethoscope around, presumably trying to find the right position. You blushed in return, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation coming from between your legs. If you didn’t know better you would swear he was groping you. You wondered to yourself, did the female doctors do this? For the life of you, you couldn’t remember.

When he was done he stood back. “Ok, gown off,” he said. You looked back at him, unsure if he was being serious. His look didn’t waver. There was no sign that he was joking. Tentatively you began to remove the gown. You thought about the fact that you hadn’t shaved in a couple of days, then questioned yourself for why that would cross your mind. You folded your hands over your crotch as you sat naked in front of this stranger. Your perky tits and erect nipples on full display.

He gently pushed on your stomach as he guided you to lay down on the table. Unable to keep covering yourself, you let your hands fall to your sides. It wasn’t as though he was the first person to see you naked. A handful of boys had had the pleasure. But you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. Your heart pounded as he groped at your tits. You could feel his crotch pressing against your arm as he stood close to the table. “No lumps,” he said. His voice was monotone and professional. He moved to the foot of the table. You clenched your legs together, in denial of what must be coming next. He looked up at you curiously. “Scoot down, please, and spread your legs,” he instructed. Reluctantly, you complied with his request.

“Is this your first physical?” he asked as he began to inspect between your legs. It wasn’t, but it was your first one like this. “No,” you replied, trying to sound relaxed. “When you turn 18 we have to be more thorough,” he assured you, clearly aware of your uneasiness. You clenched your teeth as you felt him spread your pussy with his fingers. You glanced down at him and watched his face as he admired your tight hole. “Just try to relax,” he advised as he slipped a finger inside you. “I just have to see something,” he continued as he pulled his finger up against your g-spot. You were vulnerable and helpless. Completely exposed to this man you had just met. You had serious doubts about the legitimacy of this exam. But, you were also human, and, objectively, this was starting to feel pretty fucking amazing.

You began to relax as he slid a second finger inside you. The endorphins were taking over and your nervousness was becoming a distant memory. Slowly but surely, all you really wanted was to cum. You ground your hips against his hand as he fingered you. Biting your lip as you softly whimpered from his touch. Your eyes were closed and you jumped as you suddenly felt his mouth on your pussy. There was no point in pretending anymore. You knew what this was, and you were too turned on to mind. You reached down to pull his head into you as his tongue expertly flicked against your clit. Your body buckled as you came. Your attempts to mute yourself were mostly successful. Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t seem concerned.

When he was sure you were done he stood up and pulled down his scrubs to reveal his cock. He was already hard. His precum glistened as it dripped from the tip of his cock. He spit in his hand, stroked himself a few times, then pushed himself inside you. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered involuntarily as he worked his cock inside you, stretching you far beyond what any of your high school boyfriends had managed. When you were ready, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and started to fuck you. The sound of his body slapping against yours filled the small room as your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. It didn’t take long for you to cum again. Moments later he pulled out and stroked himself as he shot ropes of cum all the way from your pussy up to your tits. You admired the visual as he walked to the counter to find something for you to use to clean up.

He returned with some paper towel. Handing it to you before tucking his still semi-hard cock back inside his scrubs. Once you were clean it was back to business as usual. He made notes on his clipboard and told you what to expect next. There was some bloodwork needed, and the nurse would be back soon with a shot of some sort. He allowed you to dress, stealing a look or two as you did so. No doubt, trying to commit you to memory. When you were done he asked if you had any questions. “Nope,” you lied, sure that the questions you had didn’t match what he was willing to answer. He nodded, then turned to leave. “I’ll see you again in a year,” he said over his shoulder before closing the door behind him. “Yes, you will,” you thought to yourself as he left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 - ???

Episode 57: Her Value

Happy Hotwifing 101 Wednesday again and welcome to my little world of hungry Vixens and thirsty Bulls.

Today I want to talk about Her Value. Her worth! Her Pricetag! No...she is not a prostitute. Im talking about what value the men in her life place on her. Have I confused you yet?

Let me explain what I mean. First of all..if you are in a monogamous relationship...ask yourself this question. How much does your husband value you? Are you in the type of marriage where its just been so long since the 2 of you have had any meaningful conversation? How long has it been since youve had raunchy..wild...drenched sheets kind of sex? When was the last time youve actually been on a date together?

What Im getting at is this... sadly its very common in marriages for the 2 of you to become content and lazy in the relationship. You pass each other in the hallways at home and say hi and maybe have dinner on the sofa when you get back from work and then go straight to bed with just a peck and an I Love you. That complacency creates less value that you place in each other.

Now lets jump over into the lifestyle of a Hotwife. Lets say she and her hubby have it all working smoothly first of all. And in most of these cases...if you were a fly on the wall in their house, you would see something different. The hubby always has a look of wild lust in his eyes for his wife. And the wife feels overly confident in herself because of what she is receiving from her husband.

Because of what they do...the hubby treats his wife like a prize. Like a brand new sports car that is his and he wipes with a diaper ever day to keep clean and polished. His wife is his trophy. He adores her that much. He has seen what she does and he is turned on daily by it. And of course he doesnt want to lose her. So he puts her on a prized pedestal for all to see.

She enjoys the attention from everyone but most importantly her husband. When he treats her this way...she is more likely to pour it all onto him. Her affection...her love...and her passion. This translates into a hot sweaty mess in the bedroom regularly.

This also allows the freedom and comfortable atmosphere to talk about things that most couples wont touch...out of fear for offending the other. So the Hotwife and her Stag talk sex constantly. They talk about who they would love to fuck together or alone. No fear! Why? Because of the huge trust they now have in each other due the overwhelming value placed on each other.

So how much are you valued? Or how much do you value her? This isnt a crack on monogamous relationships. There are extremely great relationships there too but the trend tends to be downward alot.

And this is part of the main reason Hotwifing has become so big. The value placed on each other in a relationship and the rewards that it brings.

~Lilly

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What are friends for

‘OMG. Babe, I think Steph and Mike are having sex on our bed.’ The text message from Peter read.

My boyfriend is so sweet. Cutely naive about these kinds of things. I could just see how much his cheeks would be blushing at the thought of Mike and Steph hooking up on our bed. I wondered how shocked he would be if he knew what really was going on.

Peter and I had meet while interning together at one of the top firms here in the city. Both of us had moved into the big city from fly-over country after going to separate state universities. We had been going out almost two years now and had been living together for at least six months.

Mike went to the same university as Peter and moved out about the same time. They were friends and part of the same friend group through school but were very different. Peter being the sweet, intelligent, caring kind new age guy. Dressing well and getting on with everybody, but kinda, well, vanilla.

Mike on the other hand was your stereotypical loudmouth jock who drunk too much and had a lot of fun saying obnoxious things.

So, the difference between them always caused a bit of tension whenever Mike and Peter would hang out and I knew Peter would worry that Mike would say or do something that would offend me or any other girls. And Mike did plenty to take offense at. Blatant flirting. Sexist comments. Telling us which girls he knows he thinks are the hottest or could fuck the best, TMI on his sexual conquests. The extra hugs and touches. It was just constant

The only thing is, well, there was something about how Mike did it that made it less obnoxious and boorish and more fun and intriguing. Sure, I complained to Peter about his behavior and how he had offended my friends at the bar. But that was only half true. We were actually laughing along and even flirting back.

Like Peter and Mike, Steph and I also went to university together and had moved out to the big city. But unlike Peter and Mike, Steph and I were very similar. We had a lot of shared interests. Studied the same things, worked in the same profession. Liked to drink and have fun. And liked having fun with guys particularly.

Peter thought that Steph was the wilder one and I played an important calming influence on her, especially when it came to partying and to guys. But, well, that’s just Peter being adorably naïve again.

‘How far away are you?’ the next text message from my boyfriend read, ‘Andrew said you and Patrick went to find an all-night liquor store to restock. Oh Andrew, I thought to myself. He was one of the coolest guys I knew and the perfect wingman for Mike, and maybe me.

It was a fair assumption of Peter’s to think that Mike and Steph would be fucking. While both of them have other partners, they had been really getting into each other since everyone arrived at our apartment for our Saturday night drinks. Steph and Mike just picking up from when they left off at one of the clubs, we were at two weeks ago, before they were interrupted by their respective partners joining us.

Tonight, there was no such worry. Mike’s girlfriend was visiting family while Steph’s boyfriend was on a two weeklong work assignment interstate. The only other people joining us for drinks was Andrew, a long-time mutual friend of ours, and Patrick who was a work colleague. Both being good at discretion and, even better, good at encouraging Peter to keep going with the shots.

Steph then pulled the phone back and started typing on it. I was a little surprised to see the message from him. When I saw him last about thirty minutes ago, he was completely out to it laying on the couch. Thanks in no small part to all the drinks Mike, Andrew and Patrick had been plying him with all night.

And it’s not exactly like I intended this to happen. Sometimes things, well, just escalate, dramatically. Especially after the three boys all challenged Peter to race to the bottom of an expensive bottle of Mezcal.

Not surprisingly with Peter’s more delicate constitution, he ended up blacking out close to the bottom of the bottle and five of us remained as we kept the fun going. Then Patrick decided it was probably the right time to head back to the apartment he shared with his fiancée, a little disappointing but forgivable.

 With only the four of us then present in mind and body, Mike started dancing with me as much as with Steph. Of course, I didn’t do much to discourage him. It’s not my style. And it wasn’t the first time he had got flirty with me.

Soon Steph had her dress hiked up over her hips as she showed off her pink thong too us all. Mike had his hands all over her as she grinded her ass on his crotch. Andrew just kept his drink in his hand and kept his cool chaperone vibe going as the slight smile on his face showed he knew exactly where this was going, and he had no objections. Like I said, the perfect wingman.

As Mike and Steph got more into the dancing and the touching, I could tell they needed some release. Steph kept eyeing the bedroom door. I gave her a nod. It was nothing I was going to get particularly offended by, two people fucking on my bed. The situation had been in reverse enough.

So that would just leave me and Andrew to chill out while Mike and Steph had their fun and my boyfriend remained comatose. Then I would just hang out with Andrew while we kept an eye on my comatose boyfriend. Not the most fun to be had but I knew Andrew was not the type to try a move and, despite what a couple of my exes have screamed at me, I don’t need to fuck every guy I’m in a room with.

But just as I was ushering Mike and Steph off for their fun in the bedroom, they both grabbed each of my arms and pulled me along with them. I looked over my shoulder at Peter, who was still out to it, and at Andrew who lifted up his glass as a cheers and told us to have fun and he would keep an eye on Peter.

“Fucking Mike would be fun. But you fucking Mike while Peter is sound asleep out there would be fucking amazing.” Steph said as we crossed the threshold into the bedroom. Nothing in my body or mind was disagreeing with her.

I felt Mike push up from behind me and get his hands all over my tits. He leaned down and kissed and bit my neck. Steph had somehow managed to get the straps of her dress down as now had her dress bunched around her waist. Mike eagerly reached over to squeeze one of her full but still perky tits.

I was moaning softly as I felt my body ache in anticipation. Mike’s hand went to the top of my jeans, and he unbuckled them with the deft touches of a guy who has done this before, a lot.

He had my jeans loose and yanked them down over my ass and mid-way down my thighs. Leaving only my delicate lace thong in the way of his ultimate goal, I could sense his urgency and his strength. It just made me moan more.

The risk of the situation meant we didn’t have time for all the formalities of fucking. Apparently, there wasn’t even enough time for me to take my underwear off properly. Mike got his hand around the waist band of my thong and quickly yanked it to the side, easily snapping the delicate fabric. Every part of me melted just a little more as he threw my thong over the side of the room. He then pushed me on to the bed.

Steph was already kneeling on the bed. Her legs spread out and her fingers rubbing her pussy lips as she watched us.

With my jeans around my thighs, I had limited mobility, but Mike took care of that by lifting me over towards the top of the bed and putting me on all fours. Very quickly he had managed to get his own jeans off and had his cock rubbing against my dripping entrance.

“You want me to wear something?” Mike said as he paused his progress.

I knew we should. Peter and I always did but it was kinda a mood killer. But then Steph fished around in the bedside table and threw a condom over.

Mike took the wrapper and struggled for a while with getting it on.  “Oh shit, That’s a tight fit.” Steph said laughing as she knelt next to Mike, still working her pussy with her hand.

Mike started picking up the pace. As he railed me harder, I was banging into the headboard as it in turn banged into the wall. My moaning was getting louder along with Mike’s grunting. The noise I was making was very different to when Peter and I had sex, so I felt no real need to disguise or mute my pleasure. In hindsight, this was probably what woke Peter up. After a fair few more poundings against the wall, Steph alerted me to the first message on my phone.

Steph, being the professional she is typed up a response. ‘Oh, I’m not surprised. Steph is such a slut. Cheating on her boyfriend, what a slut. I’ll be home soon, babe. We just finished picking up some more drinks.’ Steph typed out and showed me before sending it from my phone back to Peter.

Then I felt something kinda different.

“Oh shit, the condom broke.” Steph called out which led to Mike stopping.

“Fuck. Don’t worry just keep going.” I pleaded as my pussy demanded more cock. Only for a moment did I wonder if Peter would have noticed the different voices and recognized mine. But as Mike’s cock went all the way back in, and his rhythm returned, I didn’t give it a second thought.

“Hope you two are being safe in there.” Andrew called out from the living room with a laugh. I even heard faint laughter from Peter as well which almost caused Steph to lose it.

“Fuck yes slut. I’m gonna fuck you so hard. Fill you full of cum.” Mike said as he recommenced fucking me and quickly got back up to pace.

Our apartment was not designed for carrying on illicit affairs in one room while the oblivious partner remained unaware in the living area. But Steph seemed to take it as a fun challenge to make sure Mike and I had fun, and Peter didn’t find out there were three of us in the bedroom.

We heard Andrew offering Peter another drink. Did I mention how good a wingman he was?

“Is my cock bigger than your boyfriend’s?” Mike growled. I just moaned out a breathless yes. “Do I fuck you better than your boyfriend?” Mike asked and I just repeated my response, but louder.

Steph showed my phone again with Peter’s latest text. ‘OMG. I think they are gonna put a hole in our wall.’ I just moaned harder right as Mike slammed into me and then I slammed again into the headboard,

“I want you to ride my big cock on this bed.” Mike demanded. I just moaned my anonymous agreement. He pulled off his jeans and shirt while I extricated myself from my garments and climbed on top of him, positioning his cock back at my wet lips. I sunk down on him as a guttural moan left me. The change in position gave my insides all sorts of new sensations.

I quickly picked up the pace. The wall was getting a break, but our mattress springs and the bed legs were starting to get punished. As I bounced up higher and slammed down harder, the bed groaned and creaked.

Steph again got my attention with an update on the conversation between me and you. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Mike pays for any damage he does.’ My phone had messaged back with an unnecessary winking emoji.

‘Now it sounds like they are breaking our bed. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to sleep in it tonight. Maybe you should message Steph and tell them to take it easy.’ Peter responded.

I had no intention of telling Mike to take it easy. As he rammed his hips up to meet my thrust down, his cock went so deep and filled me up so much I could feel my body getting ready to let go.

‘Don’t worry babe. They will probably stop soon. Mike probably can’t last that long. Anyway, I’m coming soon.’ Steph wrote on my behalf and showed me. I smiled at her and nod in confirmation that she is correct. I was about to cum. Steph leans in, and we kiss as I slow down a little on Mike. My tongue dances with Steph’s as our sloppy kissing sounds drown out the fucking briefly.

Then I pull away and look down at Mike with an evil grin meeting his delirious expression.

I leaned down and kiss him. Moaning more. Then I lean over and whisper into his ear. “Are you gonna fill me full of cum while my boyfriend waits outside and listens?” I tease. “You know he’s probably getting excited by hearing a guy fuck a girl properly. Thinking he will get to try and do the same to me later.” I say wickedly.

Then it was Mike’s turn to groan in agreement before grabbing on to my hips and lifting me off. He spun me onto my back as he hooked his arms under my legs. I ended up with my legs over his shoulders as he pinned me down and then drove his cock deep into me. His pace picked back up quickly, and the bed started complaining again from the hard punishment.

But my body was doing everything but complaining. I moaned out loudly as the intense feeling was starting to build all through my body.

“Aaaaahhhhrg.” Mike groaned. “Fuck yes. I’m gonna fill you with my cum, slut.” He growled out loudly. “I’m gonna fill you up with more cum than your boyfriend could ever give you. You want it don’t you, slut? You want my thick cum.”

“Mmmmmm. Fuck yes. Oh fuck. Cum inside me.” I cried out in a breathless and feverish tone. I tone and language I had never uttered to my boyfriend. I assumed that would be enough to protect the true identity of the girl who was about to get filled with Mike’s delicious cum. But in truth, at the moment, I didn’t really care. Peter could have burst through the door and I would have let Mike finish.

Steph moaned out. Her hand rubbing her clit feverishly as she also seemed close to finishing.

“Oh, fuck yes.  Fuck, I’m cumming.” I cried out right as I felt Mike’s cock swell inside me and then pushed even deeper inside me as he held it there.

I deep animalistic roar came from Mike as he shot blast after blast of cum into me. He tried to push that little bit deeper as I felt his cock unload the last of what must have been close to a dozen shots into me. 

“So, what do we do now.” Mike asked quietly as we all slowly got our breath back.

“Oh, don’t even worry.” Steph replied.

‘Babe. Can you come down and get me. I left my keys behind, and the intercom isn’t working again.’ Steph messaged Peter for me.

A few moments later, we heard the front door open and close. Mike, Steph and I all got our outfits back together and looked presentable. Except, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I looked at my ripped thong on the floor but just shrugged and left it there. It died for a good cause.

“Oh shit” I said suddenly. “Peter is expecting me to be downstairs.”

“Jesus Cara.” Steph said. “Is this like your first time or something.” She teased as she held up my phone. ‘Sorry babe, one of the neighbors let me in the other entrance, I came up the back lift. I’m back inside.’ My text to Peter read.

By the time Peter returned, Steph and I were in the kitchen while Mike and Andrew were over the other side of the high kitchen counter. Mike and Andrew gave him a cheers as he came in and stood next to them.

The awkwardness of the scene was downplayed almost unconsciously and there was little to hint at the debauchery that had recently taken place. Well one of the few hints was Steph with her hands down my unbuckled jeans and gently fingering my pussy as Mike’s cum fan out. Fortunately, the kitchen counter was high enough to keep that little detail hidden.

With Peter seemingly wide awake now, the fun seemed over, and Mike, Steph and Andrew all made tracks, getting all in one uber apparently, which was curious since Mike and Steph lived in opposite directions.

With our visitors departed, Peter and I decided it was bedtime. As him and I got into the bedroom the smell of sex and the sight of the punished bed hit us both. I gave him a sneaky glance to see what his reaction was, but I was also too tired to care.

I brushed my teeth in the ensuite and then quickly put on some pajamas, hoping he didn’t see my lack of underwear which would have been suspicious.

I was lying on the roughed-up bed almost out to sleep when Peter finished in the bathroom and got into bed.

“Oh my god, babe. Steph left her thong in our room. Jesus Christ.” Peter said with built-up anger and disgust to which I could barely moan out a supportive groan of faux frustration and disgust. “Oh, and she has the same kind of panties as you hun.” My only response was to sleep.

MY FIRST BIG DICK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today has been a fun day. I spent time at the pool trying to make as many friends as possible. I was quite friendly with one of the hosts and he was very sweet to me all day. My husband told me that I should offer to suck his dick for being so nice. Unfortunately he turned down my invitation (girlfriend excuse). It was hot to openly proposition him though.

A young guy was eying me at the pool all day. As he was leaving he asked for my number. I was disappointed he didn’t talk to me earlier. I love a mid-20s military man. I returned to my chair and suddenly he came back a bit later, grabbed me by the neck and just laid a kiss on me. He told me he had been wanting to do that all day. He then sat for a minute. He couldn’t get up because his dick was too hard in his swim trunks. I didn’t help by reaching over and rubbing it more. He kept trying to push it down and it popped back up. He finally calmed down and said he better see me later.

The night is off to a great start. I had a meet up last night with a 26 year old. We spent time at the bar sharing drinks and groping each other. I was impressed enough with what I felt. Due to the time, I didn’t want to miss out on heading out to the bars so we agreed to get back together today.

We met again for a quick drink and headed up to my room. He was infatuated with me and wanted to take some photos together so he could remember. He then picked me up and put me on the bed and began eating my pussy. I needed to taste him and he slid up to my chest and fed me his cock. He reached back and finger my soaking wet pussy while I continued to suck him. I shifted him to his back so I could show off my deepthroat skills. I stuffed both his balls in my mouth and he was in awe.

I wanted to be covered in his cum and he shifted me to my knees. He jerked his big load all over my tits and used his cock to spread it all over.

I’m all cleaned up and heading out now to hopefully find round two. Cross your fingers I run into some hot groups.

YOU WANT HER TO DRESS LIKE A SLUT?

One of the most fun and exciting aspects of the slutwife fantasy and lifestyle is when the wife starts dressing like a slut in public. There are a few reasons why both men and women could find this very exciting. All the sexual attention will be focused on her which will draw into many primitive reproductive aspects for both husband and wife. In a sense, she is out and looking to mate, which brings out hormonal responses from her body, the husband’s body, and the other people looking as well, creating a chain reaction of excitement throughout the place. Sexual energy is amongst the most potent human drivers for accomplishments, status, beauty, power, etc. but we will talk more on that on a later post. For today, let us focus on the topic, a girl dressed like a slut brings out a lot of benefits for everyone around her. To summarize briefly, you want her more, she boosts her sexual confidence, and every guy wants to test his luck with her.

It goes without saying, everyone wants to look good and everyone wants to be with someone who looks good. So what is the issue? Why isn’t every single wife out there not dressed like a slut? Why do most men who fantasize about the lifestyle complain that their wives refuse to dress slutty like they ask them too?

These are all good questions who’s answers could vary slightly from one girl to the next. In general, it comes down to her self view, which tells her that she is not looking to mate.

To grasp this perspective, why are teenage and college girls more willing to wear slutty clothing than married women? There are a variety of factors, but in general terms, those girls are looking for a mating partner on a hormonal level. They seek attention and are willing to show more to get it. So why do most girls lose this when they get married? Well, because she is no longer competing for a sexual partner to mate with. She no longer needs the same raging hormones to drive her to seek the perfect mate.

There are a lot of evolutionary and psychological factors as to why this happens this way, but we won’t dwell on that science this is not science class. What is important to know is that her being married is not an end to your dream of seeing her dress like a slut. Below, we will cover some good guidelines to use so that you can help your wife to go from dressing like a prude to dressing like a slut.

1. Tell Her Why and Go Slow - As with anything regarding a person you love, this is not about manipulation, this is about doing something together. So tell her what you would like and why. Wording is key. Do not say, “I want to you look like a cheap hoe”, say, “I love your boobs and wish you would show them off a bit more. Why? Because you think she is hot and you love knowing you have something every other man wants. You love how empowered you feel when you can tell every guy desires her and how you get to take her home. You love how good she looks and you want her to feel as beautiful as possible. Do not expect her to go out looking like a slut just because you asked, this may take time, so give it to her. The more prude she has been, the more insecurities she may need to overcome, so don’t rush it.

2. Build Her Up - Confidence in her body will be one of the biggest obstacles women will face. So before trying to rush her into wearing a thong bikini, build her up. You should always be complimenting how good X body part looks and how hot you think she is. This only gets you so far, so getting her into increasing her exercise and fine tuning eating habits will go a long way over time if you both do it. Celebrate small accomplishments and ensure you compliment how she is looking much better. Her hair, nails, time at the spa, massages, etc are all ways to pamper and build her up. Think of her as being a slutwife already, so worship her body, treat her right, take her out, and love her. A happy wife is a sexy wife, and a sexy wife is a slutty wife.

3. Start From The Inside Out - Before ever attempting to have her wear that slutty attire outside, have her wear it inside just for you. She needs time to process how she looks dressed like that, so don’t rush it. Appreciate her effort and let her know how much you love the way she looks. She may be happy dressing up a bit for you at home, but even if she wants to, she may need time to build herself up to go out showing. This could be in a physical and psychological sense as well, so take your time with her at home. A second factor to starting from the Inside Out is her underwear. When it comes to going out, she is much more like to wear something sexy under her clothes that you know about but others don’t. For example, she is more likely to wear some really sexy lingerie underneath her normal clothes than she is to wear a micro dress. So as far as going out goes, start by asking her to dress sexier under her clothes and work your way out. Example, have her wear a blouse that she normally wears, but now with a push up bra. A skirt she normally wears, but with a thong.

4. One Thing At A Time - Unless she is open to it from the start, do not go trying to get her into a micro dress that covers less than a bikini. In other words, do not have her show everything at once. Ask her to focus on a specific area first. Assuming she has big boobs, have her wear a push up bra under a tight blouse that hugs her boobs without showing skin. Then you can progress to having her show off her neck with another blouse still wearing that pushup bra on another occasion. On a later date, she could show the top of her chest. Then a slights glimpse of cleavage. Etc. If she is more of a leg/butt girl, she can start by wearing a sexy thong under a long and loose skirt. Over time, her skirts should get slightly shorter and tighter. This application goes with jeans, going from loose to really tight and torn, to shorts, to micro shorts and skirts, etc. Bikinis, from one piece, to more revealing one piece, to two piece, to small bottoms, to thongs, etc. You should get the point now. Again, this is not a race, do not rush. Start from the Inside out, get her comfortable, pace yourself, and let her flow.

5. Talk About Reactions/How Proud Are You? - When she does go outside wearing something sexy she normally wouldn’t, make sure you compliment her before even stepping out. This builds her ego and confidence. Once out, take note of guys that check her out. Once back in the safety of your car, home, or someplace distanced from the guy, bring it up to her who you saw checking her out. You want to wait for the right moment so that she does not become self-conscious about it. Just tell her who you saw, what they did, and how proud you are that she is so sexy, and how much the whole thing turned you on. If possible, finish this off by eating her out and give her the orgasm of her life. Condition her to associate dressing sexy = male attention = orgasm, this will get her going the right direction.

6. Give Her An Excuse - If you want your wife to dress like a slut, give her an excuse. In other words, take her out. You want her to spend over an hour getting ready to look her sexiest, make it worth her time. Promise and deliver on a nice dinner and night of dancing (See post on Dancing). Make her correlate dressing up sexy with fun and attention, and she will want more of it. Also, take her to places where there will be other guys who can check her out, and remember to tell her what you saw afterward and how much it turns you on. Other excuses for her to practice wearing less are Halloween, role playing sex, trips to the beach, faraway vacations, etc. the more you give her an excuse to dress sexy, the more she will do it. The more she does it, the more attention she gets, the more you pleasure her.

7. Go From the Outside In - Assuming she became comfortable wearing certain slutty clothes out in public but she has reached her limit, now you must go from the outside in. So lets assume she has become comfortable wearing a short skirt that just covers her butt. She may have reached her current limit and may not want to wear a skirt any shorter than that because she would literally be showing part of her butt. Do not try to fight this, just flow with it. You can still buy her and ask her to wear a shorter skirt, but tell her to wear it at home for you. Same applies for blouses with cleavage, etc. wherever there is a limit, ask her to wear it at home. The second aspect of going from the outside is that once she reaches her limit of what she is willing to wear externally, you focus on what she wears internally. That is, her underwear. We covered pushing into getting her to wear sexy lingerie as often as possible, so assuming she is already doing that, focus on getting her to go bra less or panty less while still wearing clothes within her limits. Remember, only focus on one thing at a time, so don’t ask her to go and get rid of all her bras and panties, you will only ask her to either not wear one or the either until she is ok to move on. However, remember the end goal is not for her to be bra less or panty less, the goal is to get her comfortable feeling sexy and looking slutty. So if a push bra makes her feel her sexiest, stick to that.

8. Push Her Geographical Comfort Zone- As stated, we use the privacy of our bedroom as a safe space to start from. She should feel comfortable enough there to wear just about anything in front of you and know you will enjoy it. The next step is making her confortable in the living room. When she becomes comfortable wearing something for you in the bedroom, start guiding her into wearing it for you in the living room. The best way is by taking her there for sex. Then you can ask her to get you a glass of water while wearing her sexy clothes (the kitchen). Then you can move on to stepping into the backyard to hangout at night with the lights off. Then front porch at night with lights off. Then taking her for a drive at night. Then picking up food at a drive through. Asking her to go pay for something at a gas station. Etc. You repeat this process during daytime hours as well. The point of this is getting her comfortable wearing sexy clothes for you and expanding the comfort she feels in the bedroom to the rest of the world. Never make assumptions that just because she wore something similar or less clothing on one occassion, she will be comfortable wearing something else next time. With each item of sexy clothing, plan on starting at the bedroom and take any immediate progress as a blessing. The more comfortable she becomes with slutty clothes, the easier this will be.

9. Dont Be Cheap/Invest in Her- There is no way around this. If you want her to dress slutty for you, you can’t be cheap. She is not going to dress as sexy as she can for you to take her to McDonalds. She is not going to feel confident wearing a dress you picked up at the dollar store. She is not going to be feeling very sexy with those 2 dollar panties from Amazon. She is not going to look forward for a date at a truck stop dive bar. If she is going to put in the work, show her you will too. So buy her a nice sexy dress that she will feel excited about trying on for you. Buy her that sexy lingerie that makes her feel like a sex goddess. Get her those high heels that she has been staring at. Invest in her. Now don’t go broke either, don’t sacrifice your livelihood trying to make her a slut, cause it will have the opposite effect. Plan accordingly and invest money in buying her nice and sexy things you want her to wear for you in public. For training purposes only, you can buy her cheaper and sluttier stuff she will only wear in the bedroom, but don’t be cheap when expecting her to wear something out in public for you.

10. Let Her Go Alone - When she is comfortable wearing something out with you, ensure she is comfortable wearing it without you. Meaning, if she wears something sexy at the bar with you, go to the restroom and leave her alone a few minutes. Let her experience how safe she is being alone dressed like that. If someones hits on her, tell her how sexy she is and how much it turns you on that every guy wants her. When possible, ask her to wear something sexy to work, even if it is just lingerie. Ask her to wear a sexy skirt next time she goes shopping. Have her wear one of those new smaller bikinis at the pool. Have her wear those shorts you love around your friends. Create personalized scenarios where she wears her sexy clothes, then give her time alone with other men. Show her you are not jealous, you trust her, and any attention she does get only turns you on. The more she gets to do this, the more confortable she will become around other men who check her out.

These are some general guidelines to use to get your wife to dress sluttier. Notice that these are guidelines with no particular order, they are meant to be used simultaneously and adjust as needed. I can not guarantee that your wife will dress like a cheap prostitute waiting to get picked up, but if you follow these guidelines, your wife is guaranteed to dress sluttier than she currently does. Furthermore, you will begin to condition your wife to expect male attention and correlate it with pleasure, just like those slutty college girls do. This will have her opening up more to other possibilities.