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Is a long distance hotwife/hotgirlfriend a thing?
Think that would be fun if any women are interested? I’d be someone nice to talk to but also, like, a sex agent setting up casual encounters for you while you have all the fun. Sounds nice, but never seen anything like that before.
1. You watch. No stopping them no matter what.
2. She must obey and can’t stop him unless she uses the safe word.
3. You can’t talk to her, she must act like you’re invisble while you also stay mere inches away at all times.
4. Have fun, let him be rough, and let them be.
Currently at 387.... I'm gonna be giving someone the time of their life soon enough... Thanks for the following and the reblogs x
Gooood morning to her followers!!! have a great weekend x she said last night she may try another man if she gets to 500 followers, so please feel free to reblog!! :-)
Wife: "My love, you got here just in time to enjoy the show. My new bull loves my big ass and promise to treat me like a whore" Husband: "I am sorry honey! There was a lot of traffic. I am glad I made it on time" Bull: "I love big ass hotwifes! This ass can take a good slapping while I fuck her doggy style"
Bull: "Who is this?" Wife: "He is my husband. Didn't you notice my wedding ring? My husband wants me to be a hotwife. Would you be ok with fucking me while he watches?" Bull: "Of course, I don't have a problem with that" Wife: "Wonderful, I want you to fuck me and cum on my face so when he comes back home from work, I will let him know that from today I will be his hotwife and next time he will watch me get fuck by my bull!"
Daughter: "Love when you told me you want me to be a hotwife. I already knew everything about it. My mom has being a hotwife for years" Mom: "My daughter came to me and told me that you want her to become a hotwife. I told her that she can have one of my steady lovers and after she found out about his cock size, she agreed immediately" Bull: "I love when I get to fuck the mom and the daughter" Husband: "I am the happiest man because I will get to see my wife become a hotwife and her hot mom"
Husband: "My cock is so hard. I can't wait to see how my hotwife gets pounded" Wife: "It will be my pleasure to be fuck in front of my love. I am going to enjoy being a hotwife" Bull: "I will fuck her so good and deep that she will want me every other day"
Wife: "I love when my husband takes pictures while I fuck another man" Husband: "Honey, I am taking video too" Bull: "I love to fuck a hotwife while her husband watches"
It is the fact that she needs good sex that makes her willing to date others. She puts my little dick in a cockcage, showing she's way out of my league.
That's the best about being cuckolded, you get loved how you are, by a woman. A woman, who is so clearly out of reach, gives to her cutieboy, intimacy and love.
It’s so tiny..
Let me put you in a picture to make your fantasy come true!
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3Some ideas
I have been thinking lately and I really want to have a 3some with another girl and a guy. I just need to find a girl and a guy that would both want to sleep with me haha. maybe I’ll find a couple that wants an extra in their bed time shananigans.
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😈😋 she was a naughty girl a few days later. We went grocery shopping the next morning. She demanded i wear the panties and her 'Fvck Me' socks she wore while being naughty. We went out to eat and whenever i would move at the table, i would smell her/sex. She would smile at me randomly, when we arrived home she had me strip to just the knee high socks and tied me up. She gagged me with the dirty panties she made me wear. I wonder how many others could smell the sex on you cuck 😈 did you enjoy wearing my dirty panties ? " Mmhm "
I remained caged, and tied for at least an hour. It really was incredible! I hope whatever she wears next time, she makes me wear it again!
I will post a pic if i am to wear her slvtty clothes again 😜😈
What my gf got me for christmas! 😍 cant.forget the skirts, leggings, and booty shorts 😜 few pairs of socks and panties. Best gift is her pussy getting fucked by someone else! I love being her cuck ❤ loving life!
I really need this today!
Please give me ideas or ask questions.
How my stag possessed me - Part 2
Continued from my previous post...
It was probably around the second year of my marriage, and I hadn’t strayed one bit. Actually my husband was more than I could handle and he is very active to pleasure me physically. My husband informed me that the annual dinner in his office was convened. Spouses were allowed. The year before this, we had both been travelling and so we couldn’t attend. We both were eager to be there, to get to meet other people to socialize with and for him, to kind of show me off as well. Although India is currently very widely influenced by the western dressing and in fact all the western dresses are very popular here as well, personally, I was always since attaining my youth have dressed myself in saree, a traditional Indian dress. For those in the west who are reading this, you may please Google for Saree. I have during my college had worn westerns like jeans and skirts and shirts and trousers, but have always felt that I look my best in a saree and could carry myself in it. So, for this evening-party I dressed myself in a brown saree with deep-red sleeveless blouse and matching lingerie. It was a party, so a slightly plunged neckline and a more-than-normal low-cut on the back on my blouse was not inappropriate. Since I am of medium complexion, umm, maybe slightly on the duskier side, the darker shades look better on me.
It was organized in one of the large banquet halls, overlooking a sprawling green lawn, in a five star hotel. Some guests had already arrived that he got me introduced to. They were really nice people. I won’t deny that it felt good when some of them complimented me on my dress and I could see I was getting my share of male attention. Having said that, it would be wrong to not point out at this stage, that the male attention that I referred to above was the very decent kind where men appreciated me for how I looked but all within the limits of social decency. There were drinks that were served and both I and my husband indulged. A jovial mood prevailed over the party.
It was quite late in the evening by that time when my husband said that he would like me to meet one of his long time colleagues who was till now posted abroad and have very recently returned to India. Rumours were that my husband could be considered next to fill up that position abroad. Both were at the same rank within the organization. His colleague was in the lawn and we were in the hall. So my husband showed me around to meet him. Now, I am positive that all of you have heard the phrase ‘sparks flying’, as did I. But it was the first time when I was escorted to him and I got to look at his eyes and he shook my hand, that I literally felt hit by a thunderbolt. He was nothing extraordinary to look at. Neither handsome, nor bad, couple of inches taller to me (I am 5’8” myself, which is considered tall for Indian women), very well dressed in a black suit, possessed what looked like through the layers of his suit, a really swollen and large belly, dark-skinned, clean shaven. Even his shirt failed to trap tufts of dense black hair on his chest which popped out at the top. As he shook my hand and made small talk while my husband introduced me, I could feel my heart would burst out from the rib cage. I could hear not a word that he said because of the sound of my own heartbeat that deafened me. I felt people around me could also probably hear it from how they sounded to me. I maintained my polite smile while he continued to hold and shake my hand while introducing himself. It went to a point when I finally managed to blurt out, “I am sorry but I really didn’t catch your name in the loud music. Could you please tell me again?” His name, for the purpose of this public document shall be R, which is the first letter of the name. We kept talking and in a while another colleague of my husband came up to inform that the boss wanted to speak to my husband. I was standing there in the lawn with R. There were quite a lot of other people who were also present around us, but in my mind I felt myself to be completely isolated with just R in that lawn.
To be continued...
How my stag possessed me - Part 1
I was requested by someone to post a small narrative on how I met my stag. I have never written anything before and I also have a full time job to handle. So I will try, though it may take time. Since my written communication isn’t exactly the best, I may not be able to make it a short one either. If you are still inclined to read, comment and reblog, you are most welcome to but that was just a disclaimer.
To be honest although I am a shared-wife, I am not a hot-wife in its truest sense. In other words, it’s not my own husband that shares me with others. I am 36 now, from India, from a city called Kolkata. I am married for about 7 years now to this really wonderful gentleman who makes love not just to my body, but to my soul. Mine is an arranged marriage, a concept more popular in the orient than in the occident, whereby I met my husband for the first time when he came to meet his prospective bride, my best friend. Due to a turn of events which really isn’t part of this discussion, he went back determined to marry me, long story short, we got married and it was love at first sight for both of us...yes, it happens.
Not only is his integrity above question, but also he knew how to make love to my soul while simultaneously fucking every bone in my body loose. He is extremely generous in giving me some of the best toe-curling, out-of-breath, choking, intense white-hot, blinding, soul-crunching orgasms; orgasms that keeps me shuddering so hard that he needs to hold me still and pin me under his wide chest to stabilize me. In short, he is my personal Lord Kaamdev (Hindu god of love and sex). His name started with the letter A, and I told him on my wedding night that I would call him my Adonis. He looked as handsome as that and had an equally attractive physique to further support his title of Adonis. We both came clean to each other at the very first, even before we were married (we had to wait for almost about 10 months to get a wedding venue of our choice; yes, it happens in India), that neither of us were virgins. I admitted that I have indulged in threesome with my ex-s and their friends and he came clean that he has had his share of sex with his ex-s. In other words, out trust level with each other was full and we had nothing to hide from our previous life. We were both matured enough to understand the human need for physical pleasure, and since neither of us were saints, we were no exceptions to that need.
He is any woman’s dream man and I am the fortunate one who he proclaimed to the world as being husband to. After we got married, my love life was (and still is) at its height and so is my sex life. I did however discover that no matter who comes to my life, I still will crave physical proximity of other attractive men. This is something I could not get myself to admit to my husband, but I knew that it won’t be long before I would need another man to use my body...just my body, not my soul. My soul already belonged to my husband. It was this need that prompted me to agree to threesomes with my ex-s and their close friends. I never had any inhibitions about my physical presence and felt good to flaunt myself to my men within the boundaries of decency...at least till we had not decided to copulate.
...to be continued in due course
My princess getting ready, so hot.
