Home sweet home

I don't always go to my lovers place for sex. Sometimes they come here.

That's a different experience than when I see them at their place.

Being home in your own bed is more comfortable. But for Hotwife and cuckold couples it has a deeper meaning.

Being fucked by another man in his bed is erotic. Being fucked by another man in my bed (our marital bed) elevates the 'cheating' illusion, for both me and my husband.

Sometimes I even think some of my lovers may get an extra thrill from it too, by doing me in my husbands bed. Maybe there is another element of conquest in it for men, fucking a cheating wife in her marital bed. I like the idea, so I like to think that maybe they do to.

But my husband really gets off on it. Any time I bring someone here and fuck them he goes crazy.

He's watched me have sex in our bed, and he has waited in the living room more than once when I took someone to our bedroom. Sometimes I'll lock the door, creating the fantasy that I want privacy with my lover, 'away from my husband'. When I do that I know he listens through the door. But that's what I want. I want him to hear me enjoying myself because I know it's making him crazy for me.

I've never slept the night with anyone in our bed. It's not that I wouldn't. My husband and I have talked about it, and I think (?) he's okay with the idea. But we haven't done it. Maybe we aren't ready for that (?). We've discussed it but neither of us has ever suggested moving it to reality so I'm not sure when (or if) we will take that step.

For now I think we're both happy with him watching or listening on those nights when I have someone here, then sending them home. That way I get to have fun the rest of the night telling my husband everything I did with someone else to make the wet spot in HIS bed. :-)

My biggest regrets are the things I never did

When most people consider regrets they think about things they did that they wish they hadn't.

I really don't have many regrets like that in my life. There are some things I wouldn't mind doing over, but there aren't too many things that I've done that I can say I regret doing.

For me, the biggest regrets are things that I could have done but didn't. Some of them were little things, others were bigger. A few of them were sexual, and that's what I wanted to post about.

When I was younger I thought I had it all figured out (didn't we all?). When I got older I realized how much I didn't have figured out. By the time I hit 40 I knew there were things I'd never figure out.

My life is easier now that I've realized how it really works. We don't control anyone but ourselves. Trying to control everyone else is dumb and thinking we can is foolish.

I've decided to focus on me (and those around me the best I can), and make the most of my life by enjoying what's left of it. That includes having great sex. I love sex so why not make it the best I can?

That includes doing things I may not once have considered. I look at it this way: when I was a 20-something prima donna I would have been horrified at the thought of having sex outside my marriage. Now I can't imagine living any other way.

What other pleasures might lie ahead, if I just give them a try? What else does life have to offer that I haven't tasted because I've been naive or judgmental or short-sighted? I don't know, but I have made the decision to find out more often.

For sure, that doesn't mean throwing caution to the wind and becoming the town whore who will do everything and everyone she can. No. I still have a family and friends and work and all of the other things you have to think about. I'm not going to be a gang-banging, cum-slut whore-dog. I'm not stupid.

But I am going to try and sample more and try more, when it comes to sex. After all, if I try something and like it then I can do it again. If I try something and don't like it then I can move on. I've promised myself that I won't see it as a regret but instead as a way of learning about myself. I don't want to think back to all of the things I could have tried but didn't. I think those would be the biggest regrets of all.

Last year I saw a guy who was into having sex in public places. He was always trying to get me to do something in an elevator or a parking garage or somewhere like that. That was never for me though, because I always had a fear of being caught. I like privacy. The thought of doing it someplace where someone could hear us or catch us made me feel uptight and too nervous to try it (it still does). Looking back though, I think I should have tried it at least once. It may have been exciting. To be sure I shouldn't have done it just to make him happy, but I should have done it just to try it for me. What's the worst that can happen? So what if someone caught us? They would have a story to tell and we would've zipped up fast and taken off.

I think I regret not doing that. That's not the kind of regret I want in my life. Next time something like that comes along I think I'll sample it.

Who knows? I might just like it.

Clean up on Aisle Wife

I read some of the cuckold websites sometimes. Like I've said before, most of them have been hijacked by the Fem Domme extremists. There's too much bi-male stuff and chastity and interracial emphasis to suit us.

But there's one theme that persists through most of the sites I still read -- oral sex. To be exact, oral sex on the wife, after she comes home from having sex on a date. The husband goes down on her after she's been out fucking.

AKA "Clean up guy"

Women who know what they're doing know how to suck a cock, and we know what sperm tastes like. I'm a woman who enjoys sucking cock. I've sucked dozens of them and tasted my share of loads. That's part of being sexually active.

I also love it when a man goes down on me. I don't know any woman who doesn't. Oral sex is the bomb. I can't get enough. Guys who know how to please women know how to go down on us. The ones who don't aren't even in the game.

But it must be different for a man to go down on a woman who's been with a man recently. Most men don't have any interest in doing that. Cuckold husbands can be an exception. The idea of doing that turns many of them on, if the woman is their wife. Most seem eager to go down on their wife after a 'date' and perform 'clean up' duties.

My husband gets into this sometimes (but not always). The more aroused he is the more he is likely to go down on me after I come home from being with someone. It also depends on whether or not I used a condom during sex. If I didn't, then my husband needs to be extremely turned on in order to go down on me willingly. If he's not that turned on, then I'll usually need to encourage him if I want oral sex from him after a date.

The longer it's been since he's had an orgasm, the easier it is to get him to go down on me, no matter what. If he's had an orgasm recently, and I had sex with someone without a condom, it can take some persuading to get him to do it.

The funny thing is that when we (mostly he) fantasize about it he always goes crazy at the idea of going down on me right after a fuck, and licking the cum out of my pussy. So this seems to be one of those situations where reality can be more than he can handle.

I've enjoyed getting him to do more than he wanted to on a few occasions (it's a control thing for me). On several of my dates I've come home and persuaded him to pleasure me with his tongue, even though he was reluctant. This has become easier since that first time I got him to go down on me right after someone fucked me in front of him (see my other post "Does it taste like chicken").

I've asked him what it's like to do that, and he said that it's a little overwhelming. Being excited is important he said, and unless he's really turned on it doesn't appeal to him. But if he's turned on enough he said that he's almost drawn in, and needs very little convincing to go down on me. He said that the first thing he notices is the strong smell of sex, a pungent combination of my scent mixed with the semen of another man. If I "look fucked" down there, it can excite him further.

Finally there is the taste. He says that if I've been fucked within the last few hours that his tongue tingles when he first goes down on me. He thinks it's something about the mans cum that causes his taste buds to tingle, even though he said I don't really taste that much different, only stronger.

The few times that he went down on me immediately after I fucked someone, he said he could definitely taste a difference and could even taste the semen inside me. I don't know why, but that excited me. There's something taboo about having my husband tasting another mans semen right out of my pussy, and the thought of him licking it out of me makes me quiver.

Maybe it's the fact that I like to 'make' him do that, by persuading him to go down on me. Or maybe I like rubbing his face in the fact that I just fucked someone else, since there is no way to deny it if he has someone else's semen on his lips. I'm not sure why, but it does thrill me.

I plan to do this more. I think he will do it more if I keep working on him. Maybe one day he will push his way between my legs after every date, or every fuck, and lick me clean while I cum over and over.

Then I could get rid of that box of Kleenex tissues by the bed. Who needs them? I'd have a husband who is ready to suck it out, lap it down and clean me up. How cool would that be?

I want you! (to leave okay baby?)

One thing that I have found out about being a Hotwife is that you can do things and say things when you're in your Hotwife mode that you can't always get away with in your 'regular wife' mode.

That appeals to me. I can be a different me. Maybe it's the real me (?). Maybe that's why I like it so much.

The other day we had a guy over who we had just met. I found him on AFF. He knew we were a couple and was cool with what we liked. He was cute and I liked what I knew about him so we had him over. I wasn't disappointed. He was shorter than I thought but still a cute guy with a lot of potential.

We all had some drinks together and talked in the living room. At some point my husband suggested watching an adult DVD, which always flips the mood from maybe to okay let's give it a go.

My husband usually picks something appropriate for the night, so we watched one of those Screw My Wife flicks for a while. Then he got up to refresh our drinks. He sometimes does that as an excuse to give me time alone with a guy.

It works well because most guys can be a little shy in front of a husband, which I can understand. When my husband came back a few minutes later I asked if he could get me a glass of Pinot Grigio instead (my favorite). When he went back into the kitchen I told our guest that we'd have some time alone if he wanted. He said sure.

My husband came back and said we were out of Pinot Grigio. (Guess what? I knew we were!). I told him I really wanted some, and asked him if he would go get us a bottle. The look on his face was priceless. (I love this!).

He said that he would go get it if I insisted, but there were plenty of other things to drink.

Nope. It's Pinot Grigio, I told him. "Now do be a dear and go get us some, would you please?"

He knew he'd been had. But he had no choice except leave, and he knew it. I was sending him out for more than just wine. I was sending him out because I was in charge, and I could.

So he got his coat and keys and left. The liquor store is 20 minutes away. I had 40 minutes. I invited him into the bedroom, we got naked, got busy and were in the middle of a good fuck by the time we heard the front door open.

My husband made a point of banging around in the kitchen to let everyone know he was home. A few minutes later he walked into the bedroom with my glass of Pinot Grigio. He was greeted with the view of me on my hands and knees on the bed, getting pummeled from behind.

I smiled at him. He smiled back at me. It was priceless!

It was another good night being the wife he loves me to be.

The Sleepover. Take two.

I spent my second night away. It was as fun as my first night (I talked about it in another post 'Good night, sleep tight'). On that first night I didn't know I would be staying when I went over there. This time we planned it that way.

Staying overnight makes things different. For my husband, it means knowing I won't be coming home so he didn't stay up waiting. Instead he went to bed at the usual time and tried to fall asleep. He couldn't though, and he said he tossed and turned until late. I felt bad. But he said it was okay because it was exciting thinking about everything. I asked him if he masturbated. He said he thought about it but decided to wait for me to come home in the morning. I told him that I wouldn't blame him if he had.

For my lover and me it was more relaxed than our usual times together. We knew there was no deadline and I didn't need to watch the clock or worrying about driving home late. It also meant we could drink and do any party favors we wanted without me having to drive. That takes some of the pressure away.

The night was unhurried and sensual. I got there about seven o'clock. We talked for a while on the sofa and had a drink. Then he asked me if I wanted to go into the bedroom and watch a movie. I thought he meant porn. No. He meant a real movie. So I picked through his movies and found 27 Dresses with Catherine Heigl, since I was one of the few that interested me. After giving him shit about having a chick flick in his DVD collection (he likes Catherine Heigl after all) we laid on the bed to watch it.

It was really nice. The movie set a good tone. We laid back and ate snacks and just watched it together. I began to appreciate his suggestion, because it let me relax in his bed without going straight to sex. It put me at ease. I definitely was planning to show him my appreciation.

When the movie was over we knew it was time to get busy. He went and turned off all the lights in his house, which felt strange. At that moment it became clear that I was here for the night. I settled into "my" new bed and waited for "my" man to come join me. It felt strange yet still comfortable.

He slipped in beside me in the near darkness. We fell into each other arms and kissed and held each other and warmed to one another.

The sex was great. Because we had been together before everything went smooth. He knew me and I knew him. I guess it was probably around ten o'clock when he got into the bed with me, and I know it was at least one a.m. when we were still making love.

Making love was probably a better term than fucking. Like I said things were more relaxed. We didn't do anything new, but everything we did felt different. It was more sensual and less sexual.

I mean the fucking was great! We probably fucked four, maybe five times. I spent a lot of time on my knees and he spent a lot of time on me. I had plenty of orgasms and some were the mind-numbers I love. He had three. Two that night and one the next morning.

We fell asleep between one and two I guess. I don't remember falling asleep, just waking up.

I woke up first. The other time we slept together he woke up first and woke me up with his mouth. I decided to return the favor. I slid under the covers and took his soft cock in my mouth. He moaned and woke up immediately, putting both his hands on my head. He grew harder and began bucking his hips slightly.

I thought he was just getting into it. But then he built up and was getting more urgent. I was just thinking that this could end up as a morning blowjob instead of a fuck when I got that salty taste in mouth. He held my head tightly in his hands and raised his hips and spurted in my mouth!

It was all I could do not to choke with him pressing me down on his shooting dick. I wasn't ready and I didn't have a good breath but he didn't care. He was all about holding my head still and emptying himself into my mouth. If I weren't on the verge of choking and suffocating I would've had my hand between my legs frigging myself. It could have been hot as hell. Instead I felt lucky to live through it.

But I survived and he came. After he recovered he did go down on me, and I did have a nice orgasm. I was tempted to squeeze his head between my thighs and try to suffocate him but I didn't (I'm too nice sometimes).

We lay in bed after that. All we did was talk although he did play with my boobs once and I thought it might lead to more but it didn't. So we got up, we dressed and I called my husband. I told him that I had a good night and would be home soon to tell him all about it. He sounded happy which made me feel better. Any time we try something new you never know how we will both react. I was pleased to hear his voice and know that he was okay with things.

So my second sleepover went well. Will there be more? Something tells me there probably will be.

This is fun. Really, really fun.

Those are jerking words, buddy!

Have I ever said that my husband usually finds some of my lovers? I don't remember if I did, but he does.

We use AFF more than any other site. He will write other guys that he thinks I would be interested in.

Sometimes he just sends me their profile and sometimes I write them. But it can work either way.

He found someone last year who lives in a small town about 15 miles from us. The guy lives in a mobile home of all things, but it’s not because he's trailer trash or anything. He's divorced and paying a lot in child support and he never misses a payment. He puts his kids first and is willing to live in a mobile home to sacrifice for them. It’s one of the things I like about him.

When my husband first met this guy (online) he told him that he liked to watch me have sex, and that was fine with the guy. He's one of the people that my husband and I see together.

One thing I like about this lifestyle is the variations. I go out and date other men alone more than anything, but one of my favorites is having sex with someone while my husband watches.

That’s what we do with this guy. My husband and I drive over together and I have sex with this guy while my husband watches. When I date someone and go off by myself I feel like a Hotwife. When my husband goes with me and watches I feel like a couple. They're different experiences.

I like being watched. I like knowing my husband’s eyes are on every move. I like knowing he is hearing every sound. I don’t feel like I’m putting on a show. It’s more like I’m doing what I enjoy and he’s just there to see me doing what I would be doing anyway.

My husband definitely sees it another way. He tells me to ignore him. He gets off thinking that I’ll get so caught up in the sex that I actually forget I’m married. I may have come close once or twice in my life but, for me, it would take a lot to make me forget I’m my husband’s wife. Sometimes I will ignore him just to make him happy though.

My lover enjoys the whole thing. He likes knowing that I’m just for him, even though my husband is there (we’ve never all played together). He will make a big deal out of having fresh fruit and wine ready when we arrive, and he talks mostly to me in the living room. He sits beside me on the sofa when we talk, and looks mostly at me. We usually will kiss and make out some on the sofa before moving to the bedroom. When he's ready he takes my my hand and leads me back. My husband will follow right behind us.

There is always a small fold up chair against the wall in his bedroom that my husband will unfold and sit in (his room is REALLY tiny). After we start having sex though my lover will talk to my husband.

When he goes down on me he'll look at my husband and tell him that I have a sweet pussy. When I’m going down on him he will tell my husband that I’m a good cocksucker and how hot I am.

It’s when we start fucking that I worry he may go too far. He always says things like how much he likes fucking me, or how wet I am, or how long he’s waited to get his cock back in my pussy. But sometimes he says more. He has said things to my husband like how I must like his cock better, since I drove all the way over to get it. Or he asks my husband how he could let another man fuck such a fine piece of ass. One time, as he was getting close to cumming, he told my husband that my pussy was becoming his.

What does my husband do? He takes out his dick and masturbates.

Where does it stop? Can this guy say anything to push him too far?

I know he loves it when I say those things to him during pillow talk or when we have sex. But I would’ve thought it would be quite different to hear another man say it. He doesn’t seem to mind though. It turned him on. 

Here is this other guy challenging him for his wife while he fucks me, and my husband reacts by sporting a nice boner that he can’t keep his hands off. 

I’ve asked him about it. He promised me that it doesn’t bother him. I swear, the more I learn about him the more I realize I have still more to learn.

How complex is this man?

Parking. It isn't just for high school any more!

Remember parking when you were in high school?

How much fun was that? The awkward kisses. Groping each other. Getting felt up. First base. Second base. Maybe third. Maybe going all the way?

I haven't been parking in at least 20 years. 22? 23? I don't remember. But I remember it was fun.

I went parking again (sort of) and you know what? It was still fun but more challenging than I remembered. Maybe cars really are that much smaller today. Or maybe I'm bigger (shut up I'm trying to be honest here, remember).

I met a guy at a local club a few months ago and at the time I definitely thought he had FB potential. But I hadn't seen him since that night and I had forgotten all about him until I ran into him again at the same club the other night.

He was there with some friends. When he saw me he came over and asked me to dance. After the dance he and I got our own table and had some drinks and talked. That's when I found out that he didn't live around here. He was from another town about 40 miles away and his best friend had moved here last year. So he was visiting here every few weekends to see his friend.

Rats! That meant no regular FB for me, and I'm really not into one night stands. He was a nice guy though. I liked him and he had the most incredible arms and chest that his shirt could barely contain. So, being the slut that I can be, I found myself sticking around and having another drink. Then another.

Then he told me he really liked me and had thought about me often since that time we first met. (Swooon.... Nice. More! More!). Okay. I'm glad I stuck around. Now I like him a lot, and then I notice "it". You know what I mean ladies? "It". That feeling you suddenly realize has crept up on you from below? The one that starts off as a barely noticeable itch but can turn into a raging twelve-alarm wildfire that it takes a certain hose to put out? Yeah. That's the one. It's here.

I had the kids at home tonight. My place wasn't an option. I asked where he was staying, and of course it was with his friend. So, what to do? What to do? What are you driving? A Ford Taurus. Does it have a backseat? Sure. Let's go.

Now, like I said, cars are smaller or I am bigger. Probably both. But I got back there and he did too. Luckily he had parked in a part of the parking lot that wasn't well lit. We had decent darkness and (I hoped) decent privacy. Neither of us got completely naked though.

We kissed and felt each other up. (Nice package pal!). My blouse came open, bra undone. His pants were unbuckled and unzipped. (Really nice package!). His pants slid down. My pants did the same. (Fuck, why didn't I wear a skirt tonight?).

I went down on him for awhile and loved what I was sucking on. He had a cock that matched his arms (thick & strong). He reached under and squeezed my tits and tried to finger me but it was tough to do with us cramped into that back seat. So I stopped sucking him and leaned back and let him finger my puss for a few minutes. I was already wet though. My itch was well into the next phase and I was pure out aching for this guy to do his thing.

I asked if he wanted to fuck. He said sure but he didn't bring a condom (He really is a nice guy). But this train was leaving the station with or without him. I told him since I was married that I was okay not using one if he wasn't. He asked what position we should try.

I sat up and swung one leg over him, facing him. His cock was a flagpole and I lowered myself onto it. He slid inside like we were made for each other. I was in heaven! I did most of the moving because I was on top. That gave me control and I rode that guy's cock exactly the way I wanted. Not too slow. Not too fast. A nice steady rhythm right up to one, and then two, of the most incredible orgasms I'd had in some time. Everything was perfect. I was so horny. I was fucking someone new. There was some danger of being caught (I was sooo trying to be quiet). His cock was perfect. It all came together perfectly, even cramped in the back of a Taurus.

After I came twice my senses caught up with me. After I cooled down I decided maybe it wouldn't be the best idea to let him cum in me even though that would have been nice. So I asked him if I could suck him again. He said sure, so I swung back over, and curled up in his lap and went to work on his slick cock.

He definitely wasn't a guy who suffered from premature ejaculation. Even after fucking the way we did, it took me probably 15 or 20 minutes to get him off. I was doing some world class sucking too! He asked me if I wanted to screw again, but I told him I wanted to suck him off and went back to work.

Persistence pays. After a while he got there. It was the backseat of a car and there was nowhere to put it except down my throat, so I let him blast his load in my mouth and I gulped it down for him.

We rested, shimmied our clothes back on and talked for a minute. I have his number now and he has mine. He said he'll call me the next time he comes to town. All guys say that. I'm definitely interested in getting back together. Who knows. Maybe next time we'll try it in a bed.

The art of teasing

We love teasing. We tease each other a lot. It keeps us laughing and connected.

We especially love sexual teasing. It's such a big part of the Hotwife life for us. It wouldn't be the same without the teasing.

Teasing goes both ways. He teases me about my desires. He teases me when he knows I see someone I like. He teases me when he knows I did someone I enjoyed. He teases me to let me know that he knows me. I like that. He does know me and he should be able to have fun with it.

I tease him too. My teasing is different. I tease him with a purpose. Yes it's fun, and it can make us both laugh like school kids. But most of my teasing is meant to excite him. I do it well.

Teasing can make every one of my dates last for days. I tease my husband long before I go out. For days before I'll remind him of my date that's coming up. I make sure he cannot forget it. If I remind him enough then he cannot help but think of anything BUT my date. That really means that he cannot think of anything but ME. What wife wouldn't use the chance to make sure her husband is thinking about her every waking minute? (Foolish wives, that's who).

I love teasing him. I love to see the look on his face when we're sitting at the dinner table and I remind him that I'll be spreading my legs for someone a few nights from now. I love to ride down the road together and reach over and rub his dick and tell him that I can't wait until date night because I'm so horny. I love to lay in bed at night and tell him to kiss me and masturbate thinking about me going out on a date. I love it all.

The day of my date is the best opportunity of all. In the morning before he leaves I often walk around wearing little or nothing. I want him to see me naked before he goes to work. I like to let him see me feeling sexy. I'll mention my date several times before he leaves, knowing that he'll be thinking about nothing but me all day at work.

When he gets home I've usually had my bath and done most of my hair and makeup, because of how much time it takes. But I do like weekends when he's home and I go out. On those days I will ask him to help me bathe. It's enjoyable to have him sit on the side of the tub and wash my body. It feels like a ritual where he's preparing me for another man, washing every inch of me that someone else will soon be touching. I like it when he washes me, and he really gets off on it. He likes to wash my hair and help me shave my legs too. He's even shaved my pussy, which is the ultimate tease for him! After my bath I usually ask him to towel me off (every inch again!).

Doing my hair and makeup isn't something he can help with of course, but I enjoy doing it while he watches me. There's something about the sensation of your husband watching you get ready for another man that can't be explained. You have to experience it to understand how it feels.

Sometimes I'll let him pick out what I wear, or at least a few of the items. I can't always wear what he wants or I would get arrested! But there are nights when I'm driving straight to a lovers house and I can wear an overcoat. I've been known to wear a sexy teddy or lingerie with thigh highs and heels, covered up by a coat for the drive.

No matter what I do wear, I like to make him watch me go through a lot of different clothes. I want him to know that I need to look perfect for my date. He loves that! He gets off knowing that I'm so into someone that I want to look perfect for them. It's a big part of the tease, and I like to include him in all of it.

I even tease him on the way out the door. I don't know when I'll be back... it could be a late night... he really seemed horny so I might be worn out by the time I get back... maybe we'll use a condom, maybe not. Sloppy seconds tonight? You'll have to wait and see......

You get the idea, right?

If I do it right he'll be dizzy thinking about me all night. I love that! I enjoy knowing that this man is at home thinking about me and fantasizing about me and wanting me back. It makes everything that much more exciting, and I know that when I do get back he'll want me every bit (maybe more) than he did on the first night of our honeymoon.

And ladies, THAT is one of the biggest benefits of this lifestyle!

Handjobs: Almost as good as the real thing for him!

I'll give a handjob in a New York minute. I mean I'll agree to it in a minute. The handjob usually takes longer, but I'm getting that time down too!

One of the great things about the Hotwife life is that there is so much variety couples can draw from to keep up the momentum.

Nobody can play every day. We have a life as a couple. I have a life as a wife and mother. My lovers have lives of their own. So it can be a challenge to get together.

Sometimes I'm able to see a guy every week. Other times it can be weeks or a month (or longer) between dates. During that time my husband and I still have a great time reliving my past dates or thinking about new ones. We love our pillow talk. Sometimes it leads to sex. Other times we may just masturbate together.

But one of our favorites is to combine our pillow talk with a handjob. I love it, because I can control the pace. If I'm tired I know exactly how to work my husband's cock and what to whisper in his ear that will get him off in 5 minutes or less. (I'm faster than Jiffy Lube!). But if I want to enjoy some intimate time together, then I can tone it down and fantasize with him, maybe even getting myself off with one hand while I jerk him off with the other.

I'll also revert to a handjob some nights after getting home from a date. One of my husband's favorite fantasies is the thought of me denying him my pussy after I fuck someone else. So it's easy to use that fantasy after coming home from a date, telling him he can't have my pussy because it's too sore and well fucked, while I work his cock with my hand and tell him that he'll have to settle for shooting in my hand tonight. (Works EVERY time!).

Sometimes we both like to abstain from fucking a few days before I have a date planned. It gets us both feverishly horny, but sometimes it can be more than he can stand. So a nice handjob while telling him how my legs will be spread wide a few nights from now is guaranteed to quickly have his cock spurting in my hand.

The good old fashioned handjob is one of the ways couples can extend their play time. We like it.

It's an old standby for us that never gets old.

Slippery seconds not sloppy seconds

Tuesday night I was able to slip over to this guys house for a couple of hours. I've been seeing him for about five months now. He's a really good fuck, and probably my favorite these days.

It was a great night, with three great fucks and three equally great loads of cum. (Well the last one might have been a bit weak but who cares).

I don't use condoms with him since I know he's safe, plus I loathe those things anyway (who doesn't).

So it's always a good time when I see him plus I get to fuck bareback. My husband is always excited too, because he knows that I'll be good and juicy when I get home.

This time when I got back I decided to play around and have some fun. When I came in I told him to lay back on the bed. I stripped right down, and crawled on top of him. At first I acted like I was going to straddle his face, which he loves after I come home from a date (especially when I see this one guy). I placed my knees on either side of his head and put my crotch close to his face, so he could see and smell that I had definitely been having sex.

I made sure to let him know that it was GREAT sex too!

I told him that the fucking was awesome. I came many times while I was over there. He fucked my pussy bareback the way I liked and he shot three big loads inside me... inside that same pussy right in front of his face......

Then I shifted back down, moving my hips toward his. I leaned down and kissed him and whispered in his ear that we wouldn't be fucking tonight. I was already filled with plenty of cum and that's all I want this night.

I eased my puss down on his hard cock and started rubbing my slit up and down his shaft. I told him that another mans cum was leaking out of me right now, onto his cock. I told him that he would have to get off rubbing his wife's used pussy, using only another mans cum for lube. I slowly ground my crotch against him, letting the wetness rub all over him. He moaned and pushed against me, enjoying the slippery sensation as we rubbed together.

I knew he wouldn't last long. It only took minutes, as I constantly reminded him that it wasn't my wetness he was feeling. It was the cum from another man dripping out. My pussy was full of cum and it was all leaking out onto his cock... his aching cock that wouldn't be getting any of my pussy... because someone else already used it tonight...

FIRE in the hole...! Shoot... shoot... shoot.... shoot.... shoot....

Damn I can be such a good cock tease! It's great knowing what my man likes. I love sex with him. Even when I'm not with him, he's still a big part of why I love doing what I do.

What shall I do next time? What will this cock tease think of......?

Phone sex - the new way

We bought new cells not long ago. They have cameras, and (you guessed it)we wasted no time finding ways to have fun with them!

As you know, I spend a fair amount of time at other men’s homes, doing - well - other men. My husband is always wanting to know the details about what happens, so it didn’t take me long to figure out that sending “live” action shots was a fun way to use our new technology.

I’ve already used it several times for shots like the one posted here. And NO that pic is NOT me. None of these pictures you see on my blog are of me. I have children for heavens sake!

But my husband has seen some pics like that of me (aren't you jealous?). He’s even seen some shots of me taking a cock. I usually try to send them to him while I’m still on my date, but if we take a bunch I’ll just send a few. The rest he will flip through after I get home, sometimes while I’m sucking his cock!

I do wonder though if anyone at Verizon has access to my account? Oh well. Let’s pray not.

That reminds me of my one rule though. I only let my lovers take pics of me with MY phone. I won’t let them take any shots using their phone (or camera).

It’s not that I don’t trust them. In fact I do trust them, or I probably wouldn’t be fucking them. But shit happens. People send things by accident. Phones get lost. You name it. It happens. I’m going to be certain that if "shit happens" to one of them, then I don’t have to worry about a pic of me and some cock making its way into the wrong hands.

So long as it’s my phone I don’t mind posing for my lovers.

How do you want me? Like this…. or like this…?

Do you want to stick it here.... or here? :-)

Click! Send!

Sometimes sex is just FUNNY!

My husband and I love everything about sex. It's wonderful, adventurous, exciting, healthy and fun.

Sometimes it's funny too, and you just have to laugh about some things. Here are a few vids I've found over the years that always make me laugh. I hope they make you laugh too.

Jenny Craig where are you?

Doggy style sex inspector

Now you guys know what it feels like!

Why girls stay single (the Dimitri nightmare!): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQ2lC5sSbRA

Let's hear it for PUSSY power!

Did you hear the joke about the little boy and the little girl? He pulled his pants down, pointed to his wee-wee and told her that he had one of these and she didn’t. She pulled her pants down, showed him her puss and told him that with what she had she could get all the wee-wees she wanted!

Smart girl. It took me 35 years to realize the same thing.

Most of us are never taught that lesson. I don’t know why. Maybe men don’t want us to know it so they don’t talk about it. But why don’t women talk about it? Why didn’t our mothers teach us that we can control a lot more than we think? Why did they fail us? Are women so naturally subservient to men that we don’t even see the simplest facts?

Pussy is power. MY pussy is MY power. Why?

Because men need it. They cannot live without it. They go nuts when they don’t get it. Most importantly they will do anything to get it. The hornier you get them the more they will do for it. Get them worked up enough and they will climb every mountain, swim every ocean and slay every dragon just to get to your pussy. (WHY didn’t I realize this sooner? My life would’ve been so much easier).

Today a man can’t knock you over the head and drag you into the bushes and fuck you (except in our fantasies). Men need permission. You have to consent. You have what they need and they can't have it unless YOU want them to have it.

That’s POWER. Real power.

What do you do with that power? That’s up to you. I used mine to get just enough control that I now feel like my marriage is a partnership. We’re equals. I don’t try to overpower my husband and he doesn’t overpower me. I use just enough power to level the playing field.

How did I do it? With sex. Men are controlled by their sex drives. Control his sex drive and you control him. Once you learn how to do that you will be amazed how much better your relationship becomes.

It’s a combination of teasing and hinting at pleasure to get him to agree to what you want, then rewarding him with great sex and plenty of orgasms after he does. I call it my Carrot & Dick method. LOL.

He liked me seeing other men, but he liked to control who I saw and when I saw them. I decided along the way that I wanted it to be on my terms. Now he agrees to anything I want, because he knows it pleases me. I make sure he wants to please me, because he knows that pleasing me has big rewards for HIM.

Our sex life has never been better, even though much of the time I am in bed with another man and not my husband. Before I see someone I tease my husband constantly about the upcoming date. He loves the teasing as much as I do. Most of the time we refrain from any sex before my dates. That gets us both worked up. During these “pre-date” times I can get him to agree to just about anything I want. If I wanted to spend the night with a lover or get a new Mercedes, this is the time I ask! LOL

After my date I spend plenty of time in bed with my husband, making sure he gets so much pleasure that he can’t wait for me to go back and do it again. He loves hearing about my dates - all the details, minute by minute recount of everything I said and did. He loves performing oral sex on me and smelling and tasting everything.

Then he loves to fuck me and get his sloppy seconds as I tell him how much I enjoyed fucking another man; how much bigger his cock was; how many times I came with the other guy, and how much better a lover he was.

All of this drives my husband wild, and he will have several explosive orgasms after my dates. When we’re both exhausted and satisfied the whole cycle starts again on the way to my next date.

You can do the same thing. Tease and please your husband to a better marriage. I promise that you’ll be amazed how much better things will become AND you’ll also be amazed how much pleasure will be in it for YOU!

Gulp-Gulp. Ahhhhh.

Of course I swallow. Wouldn't you expect me to? After all, I fuck around.

The men I see expect me to swallow, also probably because I'm married and fucking around. So they see me as slutty, and sluts swallow.

I'm fine with that because I don't mind swallowing most of the time. But every now and then I don't have the desire to swallow.

It's strange how I can feel differently at times, even with the same guy.

I always (!!) swallow when I'm with my husband. If you don't swallow with your husband, then you're both missing out. It makes men feel special and I enjoy making my husband feel special. If you're married and you don't swallow then you also take the chance that your husband might meet someone else who does swallow, and trust me guys LOVE a woman who swallows.

With other guys it's not always a 100% sure thing that I'll gulp his load down. I'm funny. The first time I blow a guy I will almost always definitely swallow. I don't know why. Maybe I want to make sure to show him a good time. Or maybe I like to show off. But the next time I blow them I may or may not swallow. Is that strange or what?

The more I like a guy, or the longer I have been seeing him, the more likely I will swallow him all the time.

The better his cum tastes the more likely I will swallow every time. (Fruits & juices guys!)

If I blow a guy somewhere like a car where it can be tough to clean up, I will almost always swallow.

The more he reacts and appreciates the gesture, the more often I will swallow for him.

Cock size doesn't seem to matter much to me when it comes to swallowing, but if a guy has a really big cock then it can be tougher to work my throat muscles and swallow. Sometimes I have to let it collect in my mouth and swallow it all at once after I take my mouth off. But it's worth the effort to keep him happy and make sure he comes back for more! Right ladies? ;-)

Another thing about me is that if a guy is lying on his back I'm more likely to swallow. Maybe I don't want him to have to clean up his own cum. (Is that strange ?). But if he is above me, on my knees for instance, then I'll sometimes let his cum run out of my mouth and drip on my boobs. I don't mind that. It can feel good to have hot cum drip down on me.

Oh, and I never spit. That's disgusting. I'm sure it makes the guy feel like shit, too. For me it's either gulp-gulp, or let it run out of my mouth as he shoots off. But I will never take a mouthful of cum and then spit it anywhere. Yuck!

Gulp-gulp.

Not every guy is into this :-(

I met someone yesterday who I liked a lot at first. It's been a month since I had any fun and I thought maybe he could be my next FB. We met at a get together at a friends house and we talked and everything seemed cool. He knew I was married as soon as we met. That didn't slow his ass down even when we talked about getting together. But when I told him my husband would know about things (but was okay with it) then this guy cooled off fast.

What the fuck? You can only do a married woman if she's fucking around on her husband? But if her husband knows then it's a buzz kill?

That makes no sense. Wouldn't it be better to do a wife without having to worry about her crazed husband kicking in the door and beating the shit out of him? Or is there some guy thrill in doing a wife they think is fucking around?

I thought guys were supposed to fuck anybody, any time, any place. So what's up with that? I don't get it.

I can just imagine how he would've reacted when I told him my husband likes to watch sometimes! He probably would've freaked.

To hell with him. If he doesn't have the balls to do someone just because her husband knows, then he probably has a tiny penis too.

Let someone else fuck him.