Happy thanksgiving, everyone. I hope that you and your famil..

Happy thanksgiving, everyone. I hope that you and your families had a safe and festive holiday filled with tons of love and laughter. I woke up even earlier than I normally would have yesterday, and all the stress and anxiety that washes over a wife who’s entertaining a large group of friends and family for a holiday feast made it impossible to get back to sleep. So I did what any other stressed out wife would do in that situation, you I masturbated. In my experience, I’ve found it to be an amazing sleep aid in these particular circumstances. While I briefly entertained the notion of straddling my still-sleeping husband’s face to use his talented lips and tongue for this purpose, I ultimately decided to let the poor dear sleep. I needed him rested and in a good mood for the day. I could certainly handle one little desperately needed orgasm without his help. So I quietly slipped off my panties and began to touch myself. I have a number of fantasies that I go to when I want to get off as quickly as possible, and none more powerful than the one I relied on this morning. This particular fantasy is so powerful in fact that I almost succeeded in turning it into reality before the pandemic set in. But for a terribly sad and unfortunate set of circumstances it would have definitely happened. This particular fantasy centers around my inner desire for my husband and me to be completely out and open about our hotwife lifestyle. Maybe it’s the result of my “grass is always greener” mindset, but Ive always felt that living closeted has made it significantly more challenging to achieve the full erotic potential of our marriage. So about three years ago I made the conscious decision to test it out, and I chose one of the safest havens imaginable for my hot little experiment - Temptation Resort. The plan was simple. Book a room for three people with two queen beds. Those in attendance would be myself, my husband, and our y0ung alpha bull, who we’d agreed to host as the resort for an entire week. It was going to be epic. But alas, it simply wasn’t meant to be. Which leaves the entire scenario soundly within the realm of my twisted imagination. This morning as my fingertips danced across my swollen clitoris, I allowed my mind to drift off to one very specific situation that I’ve played over and over in my mind a thousand times before. I even have a name for it. “Afternoon by the pool.” And it begins like this… After a late brunch on our first morning at the resort, the three of us decide to make our way down to the pool for a bit of sun and a few cocktails. As my husband is frantically rummaging through his luggage for a swimsuit, he begins to panic at the prospect that he’s forgotten to pack it (Little does he know that I went out of my way to unpack it before our departure😊). Sensing his anxiety, I calmly reassure him that he has absolutely nothing to be anxious about. We’re at Temptation, after all!!! He can simply go nude at the pool. To make him feel more comfortable with the situation, I agree to also forego wearing a bathing suit, as does my sexy y0ung alpha. And, somewhat reluctantly, my Uber-modest husband finally agrees. In my mind, our little three-party stroll down to the pool is one of the proudest moments that a sexy hotwife can experience. Not only am I accompanied by my sweet and loving husband, who obviously adores me with all his heart, but I’m also flanked on my other side by my fit and sexy y0ung lover whose soft penis is swinging to and fro between his legs like a cannon. As we make our way onto the already crowded pool deck, I immediately sense that the three of us are now unmistakably the center of attention. And with good reason. Even at a place as open and overtly sexual as Temptation, the presence of a hotwife couple accompanied by their bull is still probably a relatively rare occurrence. As a result, we instantly become the most interesting people at the resort. To my trained eye, I can immediately sense that all eyes, both male and female, are firmly transfixed on my bull’s menacing penis. Almost in complete unison, approximately 45 hyper-sexed women lower their sunglasses ever so subtly as the tips of their moist tongues glide effortlessly across their upper lips. The men, on the other hand, shift uncomfortably in their chaises as they realize the apex predator has finally made his way to the watering hole. At this point, the fantasy branches off into several different yet equally powerful directions. This morning, however, involves a somewhat innocent-looking y0unger couple who we’ve sidled up next to at the pool lounge to order our first round of cocktails. They too are completely nude. Her body is petite, yet somehow soft and curvy in all of the right places. And her natural breasts are an absolute perfect size C. Some small talk ensues, sparked by my anxiously chatty husband, and before long we learn that this also happens to be their first day at the resort. At about that time, her husband, who appears to be in his early 30s and in fairly good shape, swivels his barstool in my direction. It’s exactly at that point when I fully realize my pretty new friend’s dire predicament. Her husband’s penis is barely visible. So small is it, in fact, that it makes my husband’s look enormous by comparison, and I can easily sense my hubby’s palpable relief at the sight of it. But it’s not my husband that this y0ung wife is the most curious about. Not surprisingly, it’s my alpha. Her eyes light up as I describe our relationship and how my alpha fulfills the small handful of womanly needs that my sweet husband simply can’t. And whether it’s the sun, the alcohoI or the multitude of glistening nude bodies populating the poolside, the conversation quickly escalates. Within a matter of minutes after our introduction, she spits out the $60,000 question. “What does something like that even feel like?” she asks in an almost mesmerized tone of voice. “You can’t even imagine,” I reply with a wide-eyes laugh. “It’s the type of penetration that you need to feel for yourself to even believe. And that’s just when he sticks it inside of you. Once he actually starts to fuck you with it…. Holy fucking shit!!!.” I say this all very matter of factly in front of both our intently listening husbands. It’s roughly at that point where I motion my bull to come position himself between the two of us at the bar with his back to the pool. Leaning forward to glance around my sexy little new friend, I make eye contact with her cute but micro-dicked husband to politely ask if he minds me introducing his pretty wife to my bull’s Jurassic sized alpha cock. Clearly experiencing an internal conflict over his decision, he finally relents and signals his reluctant agreement. Immediately shifting my gaze back to his inquisitive y0ung wife, I say (absolutely beaming, I might add) “You simply have to feel for yourself how thick and heavy it is.” And with that, I grab her by the wrist and maneuver her tiny palm underneath my alpha’s large and very virile scrotum. “Can you feel the heft of those huge balls,” I ask her in a now somewhat hushed tone as I reach to position her other palm at the base of his thick shaft. “Oh. My. God.” is all that she can muster in response. And without even realizing her own actions, this sexy little wife begins to instinctively stroke my alpha toward an inevitable erection with one hand while gently cradling his large cum- filled ball sac in the other. In my fantasy I can literally smell her curious little cunt lubricating itself in anticipation of accommodating my bull, and I instinctively react with a competitive snarl. In a matter of minutes she’s descended from rational human being to depraved whore, and her husband’s unease with the situation is clearly apparent. But I also realize that, as his wife tenderly and surreptitiously strokes my bull beneath the bar, he’s also shifted in his stool so as to conceal what I assume to be his embarrassingly tiny erection. It’s at that exact point that I realize this little serendipitous encounter must continue. But to avoid getting us all forcibly removed from the resort, it must do so back in the private confines of our suite. To be continued 😉 Thank you so much for your “likes,” comments and tips. I appreciate you. 😘🙏