Bow WOW!! Dogged to DEATH!!

When I meet new guys they usually ask about my fav position. That's good. I like that they're interested enough to care.

I usually tell them doggie. But it's not fixed in stone. It depends on my mood and the guy and the situation. I mean some of my best orgasms have been on my back, and others have been with me on top. It varies. But I usually will say doggie.

I met this guy about a month ago and he had been trying to get with me steadily since we first started talking. My husband was impressed with his determination. But every time we tried to meet something got in the way. That's life right?

One night my husband called this guy up and asked him if he wanted to meet for a beer at a place downtown. They set it up and met and drank some brews together and talked mostly about me, from what my husband said. Then my husband asked him if he was ready to stop messing around and get together. The guy said hell yeah (all the delays were on my end really). So my husband told him to follow him back to our house.

On the way home (I'm NOT shitting you, ON. THE. WAY. HOME!!!!) my asshole husband calls me and tells me this guy is behind him and they will be here in 15 minutes. I slammed down the phone and ran for the shower. I had 14 minutes left to shower, shave everything, throw on a face and something semi-fucking-sexy and be ready to meet a guy for the first time.

I managed to pull it all together, and came out ten minutes after they settled into the living room (personal record!). At that point I had to do my best at glaring at asshole-hubby, while smiling at (damn good looking) new guy-possible fuck bud.

Beers were served by asshole-hubby, while new guy and I got acquainted. He was nice. Great teeth. Good sense of humor. Nice hands. He dressed and smelled good too. More beers. Less of a presence by asshole-hubby who probably realized that he was deep shit with me anyway. More beers. One thing led to another, which led to the bedroom.

We went in and I locked the door. (Bad asshole-hubby! Keep out!) I dropped the next-to-nothing skirt and blouse I had been wearing, and slid up onto the bed. He stripped off his shirt, unbuckled his pants and stripped down to nothing as fast as I had. He crawled into the bed, with an impressively stout cock waving in front of him, and dropped between my legs. No kissing. No tit play. Straight for the crotch. Okay. Some of them are like that. I'm easy (DOH!). Go for it.

Nice work with the mouth, one mild to decent O and I'm wet enough. I ask him if would like to fuck.

He rolled me over onto my stomach, and pulled me up by my hips into a kneeling position. Then he worked his dick into my pussy and eased it all the way down. (NICE thick dick, very hard.)

Then he fucked me. But fucked doesn't begin to describe it. Let me tell you -- that guy fucked me for 40 minutes on my hands and knees like he was some kind of electric destruction machine. I have been fucked hard before but NEVER like that! He hammered me into total fucking submission.

I was crying and yelling and cumming until I had tears streaming down my face. I reached a point where I was cumming over and over and I couldn't stop. I think I was even sobbing at one point. But this guy never slowed down and never missed a beat. I swear to God I could have passed out or died and I don't think he would have stopped.

Maybe he was on something. Maybe he was using Viagra. I don't know. I do remember when he came (finally THANK GOD!) and it was every bit as insistent as his fucking. I probably had cum running out of my ears.

I know I had several dozen of the most unbelievable orgasms of my life, and it was unforgettable as hell. But the next day my hips were bruised from where he grabbed me, and my butt was tender where he kept slamming into me. My pussy was so sore that it hurt to pee (I swear!) and I limped when I walked. I'm not exaggerating. He was that much of a power fucker. My husband said he had thought seriously about breaking down the door more than once, until he heard me cumming. Otherwise he thought I was being pummeled to death.

It took me almost a week to recover. I've never been that sore from sex. My husband had to settle for whatever he could get, because my pussy was tagged out for days. As sore as I was though, I've already masturbated thinking about that night. I'm even thinking that I may have to have him back, at least once more.

I need to work out before I see him though. Maybe some running, or a triathlon. Maybe even some boxing lessons. I need to toughen up! But I do think about him.

I think I'll go for doggie style again. It is my favorite you know. ;-)

Damn. I'm getting wet.

Who are the ones that like pain? Masochists, right? Hmmmm............

Doesn't everybody shave now?

I was talking to a friend today and she was going home to do a bikini wax. How strange that I hadn't thought of that in a long time. I've been shaving my pussy for eight years. I don't worry about bikini waxes. Stubble and ingrown follicles are my enemies.

I thought everyone shaved now. I don't think it's a novelty in this day and age. Most of us do it because it's more convenient and it feels better. Men have come to expect it too. I don't do it just for men, but I don't mind that they love it. I certainly don't mind that it makes for better sex and better sensation down there.

I think women who don't shave do themselves an injustice. It's part of my routine when I get ready for a date. Just like doing my hair and makeup, I couldn't imagine going out on a date unless I was clean-shaven between my legs. I feel sexier when I'm smooth down there. Knowing that I'm "fuck ready" makes me feel extra slutty. Maybe it helps put me in the mood. But I'm sure it feels just as good for me as it does for him when a guy cups my smooth mound in his hand, and his fingers can find my slit with ease.

Or perhaps I'm just a slut. Either way, I know what I like. That separates me from a lot of other women out there.

Good night, sleep tight. I finally spent a whole night.

We'd talked for years about me staying the night with a lover, and I don't know which of us came the most thinking about it.

It was always a favorite fantasy for us but it never happened. We thought it would happen with a lot of fanfare and planning and anticipation. Instead it snuck up on us and was almost anticlimactic. Life is so fucking weird.

I went to my lover’s house the weekend before last and we made love until almost one in the morning. He was in rare form. I haven’t been that well screwed in months. I could hardly walk when he was done, let alone get dressed and drive home.

I had already called my husband about 11:30 that night and told him I would be a while longer (no time commitment, just a while longer). But when I looked at the clock to see it was almost 2:00 a.m. I knew I had overstayed things.

I called the house. He answered on the first ring. He was wide awake (Damn it!). I asked if he was doing okay. He said yes, and asked if we were still having sex.

I answered him honestly as always and told him no, we had finished. But it was late. I was tired. It might not be smart to be driving home so late. Maybe we should think about me staying a few more hours. (Why did I say that? A few more hours is dawn. That's staying the whole night!!!)

"A few more hours?", he asked.

"Would .......ummmm..... would you mind if I ... ummm..... just stayed the rest of the night?"

(FUCK! Why was I so nervous asking him? He beats off to this every fucking week!!)

He asked if we were going to sleep, and I told him yes, that I thought we were done having sex and I really just needed to rest.

Finally he agreed. He told me that if I was too tired to drive then I should stay where I was. We talked a minute more, I told him thank you for being understanding, that I loved him very much, and I would call him first thing in the morning. Then we hung up. I do love him.

I hadn’t spent the night with another man in decades. It was exciting and different and a little disconcerting. I curled up in his arms, he put his warm hand on the small of my back and I remembered feeling content as I drifted quickly into a deep sleep.

I was awakened by the feeling of soft kisses on my breasts, which quickly drifted lower to my stomach and then my sex. My knees parted like magnets repelling each other. Within minutes he was inside me, and we were screwing again. He was demanding, purposely weighing me down until he could finish. It was feverish and urgent. The intensity of his orgasm was matched only by my own, as we announced ourselves to the world in unison that morning.

It was a special night and a special morning. Another of our boundaries has been pushed aside. I think there may be other “all-nighters".

Cinderella doesn’t have to be home by midnight any more

When I go off to be with a lover I usually let my husband know when I will be back. After all he's the one who allows me to do this, and I know he'll be anxious while I’m gone. I don’t want to prolong his anxiety or worry him.

But sometimes things run longer than I expect. On some nights I’m just not ready to come home by the agreed upon time, or when I told him I would. So we talked about this and I told him that from now on I’m not going to commit to a time to be home.

When I go out I don’t know how the night will go. Some nights are short, some are long. It all depends on me and the guy and how things are going between us.

I told my husband that from now on if I will be out past midnight then I'll call and let him know when I expect to be back. But until midnight my time is my own and I shouldn’t have to keep one eye on the clock. It was a change from our agreement, but he said he understood and he's okay with it.

Good. I hate clock watching. That's one less thing to worry about.

I love my husband.

Don't you just LOVE the internet?

I LOVE the internet. Make no mistake, I hate all the jerks and the assholes and the time wasting fakes on the internet. But even then I still love the internet.

It makes it so fucking easy to find people. Not just any people, but certain people. People like me. Or more to the point people looking for people like me.

My husband and I have been using the web for years. It's one of the best tools we have for finding people. You have to know how to use it and where to look and how to be smart with it. But there is nothing better than the internet to find certain people looking for certain things. We use AFF and some of the other personal ad sites. Sometimes you waste a lot of time searching but when you find the right guy it can make it all worthwhile. I don't meet all of my men online, but some of the best ones we have found online.

The internet also lets us play so many ways. You can always start with porn! Any kind you want, all you want, free and available at the click of a mouse button. Find your flavor and browse away until you're too horny to think. Pictures, stories, vids. Website after website of flesh and desire and lust and sex. A virtual candy store of perversion.

Email, PM's, texting, webcam -- they can all be fun ways to play. Why not? Sometimes you can't get out. But you can webcam. Or you can send PM's and plan your next date. You can fly some hot emails back and forth and send pics if that's your thing. We once did the webcam thing with another couple and had sex while they did. I thought it would be weird, but it was fun.

I am more of a computer geek than my husband so I'm the one who's usually online. More than once he's found me masturbating in front of our computer late at night, either looking at porn or webtexting with someone I'm fucking, or want to fuck. It doesn't bother him when he finds me like that. Sometimes I get him to go down on me while I'm online. Sometimes I'll return the favor for him.

So thanks Al Gore for inventing the internet. Thanks to you I get laid more often!

Call me what you want. It's okay. Really!

I was with this guy last week. It's a guy I see every so often, but not often enough to suit me.

He's such a good time that I will usually rearrange my schedule anytime he wants to see me. My husband calls me his whore. I told him I'm not a whore for him, I'm a slut for him.

What's the difference? None I guess. Because one of the things I absolutely love about this guy is that he calls me every name in the book. I mean EVERY dirty word imaginable!

The first time I was with him I realized he was very vocal. He was talking to me constantly from the time I dropped my top until he came for the last time.

The strange thing about it was that I LOVED IT! I never would have thought I would. I'm far from puritanical (hey I fuck other men) but I was surprised how much pleasure I got from the way he talked to me.

As soon as I get naked with him it starts ----

On your knees, suck it, take it, fuck me, tell me, spread wide, suck them, finger it, pump it, eat it, swallow it, lick it, bend over, open up, more tongue, open wide, say it, beg for it, lift them higher, show me, and on and on.

Mix all of those liberally with bitch, slut, whore and cunt and you get some idea of how he talks to me.

Offensive, right? Nope! LOL I pure out cream myself when he starts talking to me like that. I don't know why. I think it makes me feel dirty. I feel like he lets himself go with me, and I'm his walking fantasy, and I like being a mans fantasy. (He's divorced and he said his ex would never go for that).

Maybe it's because it gives the impression that he has no respect for me. I'm just a thing for him to use for sex. A sex toy. Or a whore. Yes, I guess maybe I am a whore for him. That's okay. Use me. Like the saying goes, treat me like the whore that I am.

But wait! Where's my fucking $200?

Are all the online assholes obsessed with assholes?

I know guys love anal sex. I'm been through my 30's. I know all the games, kinks, obsessions, fantasies and fetishes guys have.

I've heard them all. I've done a lot of them.

But WTF is the obsession with my asshole?????

To be fair it's not ALL guys. It's usually the online assholes. You know the ones. The guy who responds to one of your ads with a pic of (supposedly) his dick and one-sentence email: 'I'm a hot guy. I love pussy. Do you do anal?' I omitted all the grammatical errors so the literate among us can decipher it. But you get the point.

What asshole (my buzz word for this post, btw) doesn't understand that just because it's the internet doesn't dismiss you from using the most basic fucking people skills and the simplest of etiquette. The best advice I once read was to treat people on the internet like someone you met in a bar (it works I promise).

Guys, when was the last time you walked up to a lady in a bar and asked if she takes it up the ass? Give me a fucking break! 

I might do anal. I might not. But I promise that you will NEVER know whether or not if you're the kind of crass, clueless, rude and pitifully pathetic moron to open up the discussion with a picture of your one-among-millions dick and an opening line that includes an inquiry about shoving it up my ass.

Get a clue. Get a life.

Get away from me.

Assholes.

Does size matter? Doh! Give me a fucking break!

Does size matter?

I don’t need to think about this.

You better fucking believe it matters (to a point).

Okay, we’ve all heard the arguments. We know that (nice) women say size doesn’t matter. But the rest of us know it really DOES matter. I mean it doesn’t have to be a 15 inch baseball bat as thick as a bologna roll, but if it’s too small then it doesn’t get us off.

We need to feel that cock. Men don’t have to stretch us like childbirth, but it needs to hit those achy spots. I’m sure a lot of guys with small cocks make great lovers, but I need cocks that are at least average and hopefully larger.

My husband is average and he is a great lover, but I'll admit that I do like more. More means not just more men, but more cock. Bigger cocks. Thicker cocks. Bigger balls and bigger loads don’t hurt either (believe me they really don’t hurt at all!).

Is there such a thing as too big? I’m sure there is, but I haven’t found it and I don’t plan to stop looking any time soon. I don’t measure dicks in bed. I’ve seen the pictures of those big old 10” dongs and I’ve watched them swinging around in porn movies. So I’m sure I’ve never been with any guy with a 10” dick. Maybe something around 8” or 9” is about it for me (so far).

There have been two guys like that for me. I loved fucking them both. One was thicker than the other, but I didn’t have any trouble taking either of them after some good foreplay, a little patience and maybe a squirt of Astroglide. They did sometimes poke my cervix when they got animated but I found it pleasurable. I’ve heard other women say they found it uncomfortable, but it was all good for me.

I loved the different sensation and I loved feeling ‘filled’. There’s something about having every nerve inside you rubbed by a bigger cock. It makes the fucking more passionate. You don’t feel like you’re being fucked by a big dick, you feel like you’re wrapped around it. 

Like it’s your core and everything you are is part of it and he could walk around the room sporting you impaled on his a hard cock. 

You become one with a big dick. It's just different for us (for me anyway). I’ve had some of my greatest orgasms being pounded raw by a big cock. I won’t lie and say that size doesn’t matter. It does and (so far) the bigger the better for me. Maybe one day I'll find someone too big. But I doubt it. Until then the interviews are still open.

So batter up big boys. Try and choke me.

Looky Looky! Watch me, honey!

I guess most of us enjoy being looked at. We live for our looks. Some of us live off our looks. We spend an hour a day doing our hair, makeup, nails, shaving, plucking, waxing, and all the other shit that makes us pretty to look at. So we must enjoy it, right? Does that carry into the bedroom?

For me yes, it does.

I love being watched. I have had sex in a few circumstances where others have watched me, and I loved it.

Sometimes when I masturbate I fantasize about people watching me, seeing me naked and fucking. I never know them. They’re always faceless strangers, men and women, lurking just out of sight. They hover in the shadows. I’m on my back, missionary position on a table, not a bed. It’s like an exhibit or a display. A sex display. They are all watching intently as another faceless stud pumps me.

I see them watching me, as I look past my outstretched legs. My feet bob up and down with each of his thrusts, but my eyes are open and they're all watching me. The man on top of me is only incidental. His cock is neither large nor small. The fucking is good but not great.

The pleasure isn’t genital. It’s all the eyes on me. It’s the crowd of strangers fixated on watching the woman openly fornicating in front of them. I love knowing that they see me open and exposed, with nothing hidden. They can all see between my legs when he pulls back. They see my wet, exposed vulva. Maybe even the dark opening of my vagina before his cock refills it. They see my legs held up and wide, my breasts swaying back and forth to his rhythm, my open mouth gasping for air and moaning my pleasures into the room. I love that they are all seeing me at my most intimate moment. Nothing is hidden from them. There is no way for me to hide anything.

My orgasm is always intense when I imagine that scene. Maybe that’s why I love it when my husband watches me. Physically he has seen all of me of course. But every man I am with brings something new to my bed, and most men bring out something new in me. Every experience is different. I like for my husband to be a part of that sometimes. It’s one way I can share with him some of the pleasure I get by being his wife and being able to fuck around.

Some men I’ve been with have let him watch. One guy I used to see regularly had a thing for being watched, like I do. He liked having my husband there. I think it motivated him to put on quite the show and fuck me better (much to my pleasure). He was probably an exhibitionist like me.

That has me thinking. I think I will find another guy who likes fucking me in front of my husband. I've been needing that.

69 - It's not just a sexual position any more!

Why do we do what we do? Why do my husband and I like me fucking other men?

Because we don't want to live in the rut everyone else falls into. We do it because it's more fun to have a fun life together rather than just live together. We enjoy the excitement. Part of the excitement is trying new ideas and variations together.

Here's a list of fun ideas that fit into what we enjoy.

I won't lie. I didn't sit down and think all 69 of these up. I found them online and thought a lot of them were creative. They might give you an idea to work with. I liked some. If your husband is like mine I bet he would love some, too!).

1. Regularly make comments to your husband about other men you find attractive and tell him what it is about them that attracts you.

2. During sex, remind your husband that you prefer larger dicks and he doesn't measure up (trust me, he'll like it).

3. Tell your husband about things your lover/s do better sexually.

4. Tell your husband whenever you have thoughts of sex with someone else.

5. Have your husband watch as you prepare yourself to go out looking for other men, or go on a date.

6. Shave your pussy and tell your husband it's because another man asked you to.

7. Have your husband bathe you, shave your legs and pussy, or pick out clothes, jewelry and perfume to get you ready for your dates.

8. Get a discreet (or temporary) sexually suggestive tattoo.

9. Get a body piercing, cut or color your hair, or do something else that alters your body. Tell your husband you did it for your lover, or to attract a lover.

10. Buy a Hotwife ankle bracelet, and wear it any time you go out alone. Make your husband put it on your ankle for you, reminding him that it tells men you're available.

11. Start wearing more sexy, revealing clothing, hose and high heels in public. Add some super short skirts, see-through blouses and new lingerie to your wardrobe. Switch to heavier, sluttier makeup and tell your husband you're doing it all to attract men.

12. Stop wearing underwear when you go out and make sure your husband knows.

13. Flirt more! Flirt when you're out alone. But also openly flirt with other men in front of your husband, even at bars and clubs.

14. Put an ad on an adult website, under Single Female seeking Single Men. Send the link to your husband.

15. Have your husband go down on you while you watch cheating wife or Hotwife porn on the TV or your computer. Tell him you wish you were the woman in the movie.

16. Have your husband go out and get a hotel room for you and your lover to use, and then bring you the key before your date.

17. Have your husband go out with you and make him watch from across the room as you flirt and try to pick up a man. Let the men know you're available, and give out your phone number. Leave with someone if you can (and if you've agreed that's okay).

18. Make your husband drive you and your lover around while you have sex in the back seat.

19. Have your husband drive you to a motel to meet a lover, and then return to pick you up later.

20. Make your husband help find men for you, or make all the arrangements for a date so you just have to show up and get laid.

21. Have your husband accompany you to a bar to meet other men, and have him wait inside while you and another man go to your car in the parking lot for a "get acquainted" blowjob.

22. Let your husband watch you have sex (be sure to enjoy the sex VERY much!)

23. Deny your husband the privilege of watching at other times. Never let him know which it will be.

24. Travel out of town for weekend trip with another man.

25. Call your husband on the phone during sex with another man and let him listen in.

26. Fuck another man in your marital bed.

27. Fuck another man while your husband is at work or out of town, then let him know.

28. Fuck another man while your husband is in the next room, listening.

29. Fuck another man, film it and let your husband watch it later.

30. When your husband watches you have sex, openly express how good it feels and how much better your lover is.

31. Perform a sex act with another man that you don't do often with your husband. Then tell your husband what you did.

32. Find another Hotwife and start going out together to find men.

33. Fuck a guy your husband hates and tell him you did it. 

34. Fuck one of your husband's friends.

35. Fuck a black man.

36. Fuck a much younger man.

37. Fuck someone rich and powerful.

38. Fuck an older man, or authority figure like a police officer.

39. Tease your husband by reminding him that you could get pregnant by your lover.

40. Go to an XXX adult video booth with your husband and let him watch you suck a cock through a glory hole.

41. Go to an adult theater with your husband and a lover.

42. Accompany a lover to a local swingers club as a couple.

43. Join your lover and a friend of his in a threesome (male or female).

44. Let your lover bend you over his knee and spank you, with your husband watching.

45. Let your lover tie you up in bed and use you, with your husband watching

46. Have your husband pick out and pay for lingerie or a hot dress you will wear for your lover.

47. When your lovers call, take the call in another room and close the door for privacy.

48. Have phone sex with a lover, and have your husband watch as you masturbate and talk on the phone.

49. Deny your husband sex for several days before you go out on a date.

50. Walk around your house naked before a date, but do not allow your husband to have sex with you.

51. Before a date give your husband a partial BJ but do not let him cum.

52. After a date masturbate in front of your husband while telling him all the details.

53. Regularly wear any jewelry or clothes given to you by your lovers.

54. Have your lover's call you at home and ask for you when your husband answers.

55. Call your lovers in front of your husband and let your husband listen to your call while you flirt. Say things such as "You know you own it, baby" or "I'll do anything you want".

56. Take off your wedding rings and hand them to your husband before leaving for a date, or before going into the bedroom with a lover.

57. Have your husband secretly lie under the bed or in a closet while you fuck a lover.

58. Have your husband perform oral on you after you have sex with someone else (cleaning up a creampie).

59. Compliment your lovers openly during sex, and be loud and vocal when you cum, making sure your husband overhears everything, even if he's in another room.

60. Become known and be seen as a "couple" in public with a regular lover.
61. Spend an entire night with a lover.

62. Have your husband briefly perform oral sex on you as you prepare for a date, or immediately prior to departing, and make him promise to do it again the moment you return.

63. See two different lovers on successive nights, or even on the same day.

64. Let your lover bring over a friend to "share" you.

65. Participate in group sex with several men.

66. Participate in a swingers orgy.

67. Have sex with an ex-boyfriend or ex-husband and let your husband know you enjoyed it.

68. Tell one of your best girlfriends that you fuck other men and your husband is a cuckold, then tell your husband that you told her everything (watch him freak out!).

69. When you're having sex with a lover call your husband, then leave the phone turned on so he can listen in. 

(Edited to add more hot tips LOL)

70. Take on the challenge of NEVER paying for drinks when you go alone to a bar, and try to get men to buy all your drinks. This is a great confidence builder - men are such suckers LOL. (Hint - this will eventually lead to you getting laid)

71. Constantly remind your husband that he is smallish/inadequate in bed (even if he's not!)

72. Make your husband lick your clit while another man is fucking you.

73. Give a blowjob to another man while kneeling underneath a table at a bar or restaurant. 

74. Send texts, pics and vids to your husband when you're with a lover and having sex.

75. Tell your husband sexual details about your previous lovers.

76. Any time you go out alone deliberately stay out later than your husband expects. Keep him wondering.

For those of you into more advanced (and intense!) ideas from an experienced Bull, click here: How to make a cuckold squirm

Hi. I'm Amy. Can I suck your dick?

Okay the title is an exaggeration. But it sounds hot and it's not an exaggeration by much! :0)

Thursday night we went to a cookout at a friend’s house after work. There were five other couples and about as many singles, including a really good looking guy whom I had never met before. His name was Mike. After we were introduced, we had a chance to talk several times, and I found him quite interesting and definitely a cutie. He seemed to think the same about me.

There was plenty of beer to help things along, and before the afternoon was over we were definitely flirting. My husband and a few others had taken notice, so I tried to keep it under control. As it got closer to dark, most of the others left.

Soon it was just our hosts, one other couple, my husband and me and Mike left at the cookout. I guess the beer was working, because soon I found myself making eye contact with Mike whenever I thought I could get away with it. He was doing the same, and we had a fun game going. The problem was that everyone else knew it too, as my husband later pointed out.

At some point Mike said he needed to go to the bathroom, and he headed inside. I said I did too, and I followed him in, leaving everyone else outside. Mike really did have to go to the bathroom, so I waited in the hall for him to come out.

When he came out I took his hand and pulled him into the nearest bedroom and closed the door. He was surprised but he didn’t resist. As soon as the door was closed I leaned into him and kissed him. He responded and soon had a hand inside my blouse and I had reached down and undone his pants and pulled out his beautiful dick. It was smooth and warm and perfect and getting stiff. I couldn’t resist bending over and putting it into my mouth. Then I dropped to my knees. He moaned and put his hands behind my head (which I love!).

I had no intention of going all the way through with it. There wasn't enough time. (Shit! Shit! Shit!). With everyone outside I was straining to hear any sound of someone else walking in, while I did my best to suck his beautiful dick better than anyone else ever, EVER sucked it before. This went on for only a minute or two then I looked up and told him we didn't have time to finish but I would gladly finish it if he would like to get together. He said he was all for it! (Doh!)

I stood up and he managed to fight his hard cock back in his pants and zip up. I gave him my phone number and told him to call me soon. Then I told him to walk me back. When we came out of the house I took his arm with a smile. Everyone knew something was up, but I didn’t care. I let him walk me back to the table, and even clung to him a few seconds too long, knowing that my husband and everyone else was watching.

I liked doing that. It got a rise out of my husband, which I enjoy. But it also made me feel mischievous. Nobody knew that I had just sucked Mike's cock and given him my phone number, although they knew something was amiss. That was exciting.

Afterward my husband told me that everyone was whispering. He didn’t know about the dick sucking until later. He said he thought Mike might have been trying to hit on me! When I told him I got Mike's dick in my mouth my husband almost came in his pants. He did like the way that I came out holding Mike’s arm though and wasn’t bothered by it all.

I went home wet after the party. When we got back my husband alomost ripped my clothes off and banged me into the headboard like an olympic athlete while I saw nothing but stars and visions of Mike's cock for the best part of half an hour. (Damn I love this shit!)

Now I know in the future that if I see someone I like in public that my husband is okay if I flirt with them. That’s a nice thing to know. It's another option. You know what I mean ladies? :0)

So tell me, does it taste like chicken?

Remember what I said about controlling their little head? You can use that, ladies. If you get him horny enough, you can get your man to walk on coals. He'll walk through that fire to get to you, or he'll walk through that fire just because it pleases you. He'll even drag his dick through the coals if it means he gets to put it where he wants. This is how I used this to my advantage.

About a month ago while my husband was settling in to watch my lover and I together in bed, I asked him if he would like to go down on me to prepare me for my lovers cock. He said yes, so I lay back and allowed him to use his wonderful tongue for a few minutes, getting me even wetter. That lasted for three or four minutes then I told him that was enough and he stopped and got off the bed.

My lover climbed on top and we began to have sex. About 15 minutes after we began, I asked my lover to pull out for a moment and then asked my husband if he would like to eat my “slick pussy”. My husband said sure, and repeated his efforts between my legs (which felt glorious).

After a few minutes I told him that was enough and my lover resumed screwing me. Later he reached his climax within me and expended his usual, copious amount of semen.

After we rested I asked my husband if he would like to lie beside me, finger my pussy and masturbate. He said he did. I knew he would. So I spread my legs a bit and told him to place his head on my thigh so he could get a good look down there. Stroking himself he lasted no more than two minutes before shooting all over my leg and the bedsheets again. When he finished, I told him that the next time he would get an even closer look down there. I wanted to plant the idea but not push him too fast.

Before I saw my lover again we had several nights of pillow chat, discussing how he had fingered my pussy earlier and enjoyed seeing and feeling me after sex. I told him that it excited me for him to be down there after I was with another man, feeling him between my legs. I asked him if he could smell my excitement and wondered what it would be like to taste me after I’d had sex with someone. I didn’t push the idea. Instead I left it there.

The next time was less than three weeks later. Once again, my lover and I had my husband go down on me before we screwed, than do it once more midway through our first screw. At the end my lover once again filled me with his usual gift.

But this time I was ready to try something new. The time had come to push my husband a little further. I asked him to get in the bed with us, lay down beside me and place his head on my thigh, just like last time. After he did I parted my legs to give him a better view in the dim light. Then, as he began to masturbate I deliberately reached between the folds of my pussy and dipped my index finger into the wetness, bringing it then to my lips and letting him see me taste the flavor of our combined juices. I moved my finger slowly in and out of my mouth, using my tongue on it, making sure to let him see how much I loved the taste.

My husband watched in fascination, as I moved my hand back to my crotch and dipped the same finger into my wet pussy again. But this time I moved my hand toward his face.

He recoiled as my hand approached, but I quickly placed my other hand behind his head and said ‘no’. Then I slowly eased my slippery finger between his lips. He didn’t flinch as I traced my finger around his lips. Then I repeated my action, once again from my pussy to his lips. After the third time, I asked him if that was so bad. He said “No not really”.

So I spread my legs wider and told him to get between them. He looked up at me tentatively, and then did as I said, sliding over my thigh and putting his face about a foot away from my crotch. He stared between my legs, then looked up at me.

As soon as our eyes met I said “Do it”. He knew what I was saying.

My lover and I both watched silently. My husband shifted himself closer until I felt his hot breath down there. I could literally feel his indecision. That's when I reached down with both hands, put them behind his head and gently pulled him those last few inches. His mouth made contact with my wet flesh and I knew I had him.

He seemed to be overcome with it at first, but then I felt him gradually give in and he began to enjoy it. I noticed his excitement building. He became more animated. Soon juices were everywhere. I could feel his tongue begin to explore and taste me, moving deeper inside. Soon it was a plethora of sexual juices; my wetness mixed with my lovers’ semen mixed with my husband’s saliva. It was as much of a sexual pleasure as it was a personal victory for me. His being down there was all my doing and I loved that every bit as much as I did his tongue.

I will always remember the feeling of lying in that bed and kissing another man deeply, while feeling the pleasure of my husband's tongue eagerly slurping between my widespread legs.

Nights like that one make it ALL worth it! That sure beats a night of Pinochle and Trivial Pursuit.

HotWHAT? CuckWHO? Do I really need to learn another language just to get laid?

Who coined the term Hotwife anyway? Being a wife isn't debatable. I have the papers to prove it. But hot? I'd like to think I'm hot. However 40 years on this spinning planet, not to mention gravity, the drinking, two marriages, two kids, one car wreck and summer tans through my twenties is taking a toll on my once traffic-slowing physique. I really don't think I'm that hot. But some people do (THANK GOD!), and at this point I will gladly slap on any label that props up that illusion.

So call me a Hotwife. That means I'm married, BUT.............

My Blog is mostly about the BUT. Not my butt... but the BUT and all it entails. This blog gives me a place to write my thoughts and experiences and share my ideas and vent and rant if I want to. Most importantly this is MY blog about MY life.

You don't have to like it and you don't have to agree with anything I write. But don't be offended if you don't see things my way. You do it your way and I won't flame you. I'll do things my way and I really don't give a fuck if you happen to disagree with me and you think I'm a whore. Disclaimer: check!

Now, moving along.Yes, I sleep with other men. Kaboom!!! Shocked? Well GET OVER IT!Like it or not, just like men, a lot of wives sleep around. It's just that most of them are cheaters and liars and hypocrits.

The difference is that my husband KNOWS what I do and he likes it and he gets off on it almost as much as I do. So it's not cheating, I'm not lying and there is nothing hypocritical about it. But if you still think that makes me a whore please click on the little red X in the upper right corner and go shopping for another crucifix so Jesus will love you more.

I didn't always sleep with other men. Now I do. It's a part of our life. After doing it both ways I find this way a lot more exciting and I really don't want to go back. So come along if you want (or there's still the little red X up there).

They say since I'm a Hotwife then that means that my husband is called a cuckold. A cuckold is husband with a cheating wife. But if I tell him everything and there are no lies then how can I cheat? I DON'T!

Yes, I sleep with other men, but I don't cheat. He knows everything I do. The cheating is all an illusion. It's like role play. I pretend to cheat, and my husband pretends to think I cheat and it ignites this whole translucent ball of cheating wax with a wick and a brightly burning flame that lights up our bedroom and gives it a warmth most puritanical Holier than thou's only dream about in frustration.

What's it like being a Hotwife? The adjectives are endless: fun, free, tingling, sexy, powerful, edgy, nervous, teasing, dirty, exciting, raw, frightening, comforting, enlightening, satisfying. And alive. So very alive, with a life worth living and enjoying and savoring and sharing.

Oh, and definitely empowered. Empowered to have a lot more say over everything in my life especially in my marriage and personal relationship. I am empowered to make decisions and take charge of things I never controlled earlier in my marriage. I can control my sex life too. I even have some control over my husband which is very different but very fun!

My life today is the result of all the work my husband and I did together, growing as a couple. Sometimes we did the work together. Sometimes I did the work for him. I mean I did the work leading him where I wanted him. I learned the one important lesson every woman should know.

(Write this down ladies) --- Control his little head and you control his big head, AND he will gladly let you have that control! (You heard it here first)

Like I said, my husband is a cuckold. Cuckolds have very different sexual needs and desires, but few men with cuckold traits truly know what makes them tick. They can tell you their fantasies, but most don’t understand why their fantasies appeal to them.

Through the years my husband and I have played with much of this together, with surprising (and surprisingly pleasurable) results. You see, cuckolds are complex men. They are driven by unique needs that are every bit as powerful as they are difficult to understand.

At great risk of oversimplification, a cuckold’s sexual desires stem from the interaction, whether real or imagined, of their wife with other men. While this may be contrary to the socially accepted notions of monogamy and fidelity, there is a fundamental, physiological explanation for the cuckold’s motivation. Understanding this is key to understanding your man, if he has these feelings. (I assume he may if you're reading this blog).

Studies of sexuality document a heightened sexual response in men who know (or suspect) infidelity by their female partner. This response is physiological and emotional, presumably as a result of the threat of another male moving in on one’s “territory”. Such a threat can elicit intense emotions and physical reactions, including jealousy but also sexual arousal.

On the intellectual plane, the threat of another male into the relationship threatens the relationship. From a biological view, the threat of sexual interaction strikes at the basic male desire to protect and prevent his partner from mating with other men, lest his partner become pregnant with a child of another. There are many books on this subject, including “Sperm Wars – The Science of Sex” by Robin Baker. These writings talk of the biological motivations of the human male, and his heightened sexual responses that result from the introduction of other men into a relationship.

After gaining a better understanding of this phenomena I began to better understand my own husband and his needs. From there I began a journey that has led to the current life together with my husband.

Notice that I used the term “I” rather than “we”. Even though “we” both participated in this journey, make no mistake that it was I who steered us along.

I was much like any other wife when we were first married. We had a typical marriage. We lived in a suburb of Dallas, we both worked, and we saw little of each other, but enough to conceive and raise our two children. I was a volunteer at school and worked a part time job. My husband traveled and was gone as much as he was home. I kept the home and the kids, and played the part of the good wife.

After my husband got promoted he started spending more time at home again, and we began to rebuild our relationship sexually. Eventually my husband revealed that he had fantasies of me being with other men. He would rent videos of threeways and even some that had plots of wives that took lovers. He often shared his fantasies that involved me in similar situations.

At first I thought he was fantasizing. But in time I realized that his fantasies were strong enough that he wanted them to become real. I wanted to please my husband, so eventually I conceded and we did have a threeway with a mutual friend. It was not what I had imagined in some ways, and it was in other ways. I could have been satisfied with that one time, but it only increased my husbands desire for more. Within a year we had done the same thing with two other men, some on more than one occasion. I will admit that I also had become more comfortable and found myself sharing some (but not all) of my husbands desires.

Eventually one of the men we had been with called me privately and asked me to meet him without my husband. I was shocked but flattered. Although I never truly considered it, I did wait several days before telling my husband. Understandably, he was displeased and he called the gentleman and ended our involvement with him.

To my surprise though, my husband began to question me about that incident, and began including it in much of our pillow talk. It was then that I realized how complex his desires had become. The idea of my meeting that gentlemen in private upset my husband at first. But later the idea of it inflamed his fantasies.

The truth was that I would have liked to meet that gentleman alone, but I couldn’t bring myself to cheat on my husband. I was faithful and that’s why I eventually told my husband he had called me, even though there was some temptation. Now my husband was telling me that he fantasized to the idea that I had met that guy in private. He had even said that it would be okay with him if I wanted to do that. I knew then that he didn't even know what he really wanted, but that me with another guy was a definite turn-on for him.

Since then, we've done a lot of things we've other guys. I also learned to take charge, and since then we have never been happier. I've come to realize that my husband knows what turns him on but he doesn’t know why. Sometimes I think I understand him better than he understands himself. But I can (and do) use that to my and our advantage.

At first I suggested that we resume our threeways with another man, one that we both trusted. My husband eagerly agreed. So we met with him once or twice a month for about seven months and I began pushing my husband a little each time.

At first my husband was always involved. The three of us would do the usual things one woman could do with two men. It was always enjoyable, and nobody ever left unsatisfied.

One night I suggested that my husband sit out, and watch me and the other man together. He shrugged and agreed, and he enjoyed a night of watching me with the other gentlemen. Several times through the evening I asked him if he liked watching me having sex, and he always said yes. More than once I saw him masturbating while he watched me. As the evening wound down and our guest left, my husband and I slipped back into bed and had a glorious session together. He poured out his passion with unusual fervor as I spoke about how exciting it was to have him watch me with another man. That night was the beginning of many changes in our relationship, but he probably never realized it for what it was.

Because that night was my suggestion, and he consented, I knew then that I had power over my husband. He could be steered with the right influence. Over the next few weeks we talked about that night a lot, and with each discussion my husbands reaction became more intense.

I realized that his excitement was just as great as mine whenever we were planning to meet someone. So I began to use that as a tool, by teasing him at odd times in the days and nights before we met someone. I would often whisper in his ear that I was wet, or had been thinking about our guest all day. It drove him crazy knowing this.

The next time we met with that gentleman, I told my husband he could watch but I wanted him to give us a little time alone first. Once again, he agreed. After our guest arrived we all had drinks in the den as usual, but when the time arrived I asked our guest to join me, told my husband to wait there for 15 minutes before coming to the bedroom, and then left.

While I was alone with my guest, I informed him that we were going to start role-playing for my husbands benefit. After talking through everything we began making love. My husband walked in after exactly 15 minutes, just in time to see me fellate my guest to full hardness.

I told my husband to sit and watch. Then throughout the evening I would look at him on occasion and talk to him. I would ask him questions; did he like watching another mans cock slide in me? Did he like watching me being fucked? Did he like seeing me being slutty for another man? Each of these questions forced him to admit what he liked, in front of me and another man. I reinforced his desires by asking him to admit them.

My guest helped me out. He began telling my husband that I had a great pussy and what a great fuck I was. I think he like taunting my husband because he really began to get into it, right up until the end when he announced he was going to cum in me, then telling my husband that he was at the moment he did so. It was an intense moment for me. I enjoyed everything about that night.

At the beginning of the evening I had also told my husband not to touch himself while he watched. I told him that I wanted him to be ready for me later. But I really wanted to exercise more control over him and let him become completely horny watching me. It worked. By the end of the night he was crawling the walls with desire. After my guest left he took me with an uncharacteristic vengeance. We had another breathtaking lovemaking session for several hours, while I told him how much I loved him for allowing me to have sex with another man, and how much I loved him watching and being there with me. (Reinforcement!)

The next time we arranged to have our guest over I made sure to tease my husband before the big day arrived. I would leave him notes, telling him in detail about what I wanted to do while he watched. I would call him at work and whisper that I was really horny and couldn’t wait for my lover to take me while he watched me.

By the time our guest arrived, I was ready to take things another step. I told my husband that I wanted him to give my guest and me a full hour alone. Like last time, he stayed in the living room while I was in the bedroom. This time however I locked the bedroom door. We made love twice, and one hour later I heard my husband try to come in. When he realized the door was locked, he knocked quietly. Even though we were finished, I called out to him that we needed another fifteen minutes and he needed to come back then. There was only silence from the other side of the door.

Fifteen minutes later he returned, and by then the door was purposely unlocked for him. He entered the room and I told him to come lay down beside us, with me in the middle. I asked him if he had listened to us through the door, and he said no (I’m not sure about that though). I told him that we were finished making love, and asked him if he would like to watch me suck on our guests cock, to which he said yes. So I gently sucked on my friends cock while my husband lay beside me, watching from only a few feet away.

I knew he was terribly aroused, so I turned to him and told him he should masturbate while he watched. At that point I wanted him to masturbate in front of our guest. This would make the point to him that my guest was allowed to fuck me, but my husband had to masturbate, and he had to masturbate in front of the man who had just taken his wife. It worked better than I thought. As I was doing my best to give the sexiest slow-motion blowjob of my life I heard my husband moan beside me. I looked over to see him shoot all over himself and my hips and the bedsheet. The excitement was more than he could take.

Several nights later it was time to tease. I took my bath, then crawled into bed with my husband and immediately straddled his head. Placing my pussy above him, I told him to look at my pussy. I told him I had talked with our guest, and he would be coming over this weekend to fuck my pussy. I masturbated inches from my husbands face, as I told him my pussy wouldn’t be his this weekend. Then I told him to masturbate for me and imagine another cock right there inside me. In minutes he was groaning, and I felt a splash of semen hit my backside. Teasing works.

The next time I decided to let me husband sit in for the whole evening, but with a twist. That night, after our guest arrived and we all went to the bedroom, I told my husband to turn around. Then I pulled out a short piece of rope and tied his hands behind his back. After he sat down I tied his ankles together. All he could do was sit and watch helplessly as his wife made love to another man in his bed (three times no less!). My guest and I both taunted him through the night, telling him how great it felt and how we loved fucking each other and what a whore I was when I was with this man. My husband practically went berserk. After untying him, he and I made love until dawn. I kissed him and thanked him and we swore our eternal, undying love for each other throughout the night until we passed out.

From there it was more teasing and more small steps, each one seemingly small, but each was intended to push the boundaries a little more. Within a few months I could have the entire night alone with my guest, if I chose to, and my husband was fine with that. In time, I even began going unattended to visit my friend alone, usually at his home. I have also taken another lover, and my husband is now comfortable with me seeing two other men, at times on back to back nights.

It was all a matter of understanding my husband’s desires and taking charge of OUR love life by taking charge of MY love life. Doing this helped him realize his desires through my pushing him a little at a time, along with constant love, and doses of teasing building up to each encounter. Although I started off trying to help him figure out his needs, I ended up fulfilling many desires of my own, including some I didn’t know I had.

If your husband is like mine and has expressed a desire to see you with another man, you might want to give this a try. Why not? You may be pleasantly surprised how enjoyable things can turn out!

I'll start adding more to my blog. Follow along if you like!

Cheers!