The good news for all of you is this - My pussy still aches from what went down this past Saturday night. The joke is, I’m not entirely certain whether Raef really, really likes me or if he’s simply been mainlining Testofen like a lunatic for the past three weeks lol. I suppose if I’m really being honest with myself, he most likely just gets off on pounding my husband’s wife like a whore that he paid to use. But regardless of the reason, it’s going to be a few days or so before I’m even ready to think about having something inside my pussy again.
I will definitely be coming clean over the next several days with respect to the events of this past weekend, but the truth is this – I’m still trying to process a lot of what happened myself. And as far as my husband’s concerned, he’s more than just a little traumatized over some of what transpired. Including a bizarre series of events that led to him getting a fat lip from an unusually immense African American security guard with absolutely zero sense of humor.
And I’ll be completely honest. Some of what happened after that particular scenario unfolded was most certainly not to my liking. And, as a result, I actually even gave my husband a bit of the ol’ cold shoulder all the way up until around mid-afternoon yesterday. But I ultimately came to my senses and realized that none of it was in way his fault. Sadly, however, a lot of those ill feelings (mostly toward Chrissy) are still as of yet completely unresolved.
I’m fully to prepared to say two things at this point.
First off, I faced a primal fear and managed to survive. It hasn’t been without consequences, some of which I probably have yet to even conceptualize. But I did it. And in the process, I do believe that my husband and I are the stronger for having done it.
Secondly, my pussy more than capably accomplished what it set out to do on Saturday - Which, to be perfectly blunt, was to drain Raef’s gorgeous set of balls of absolutely every last drop of his cum. I can proudly say that each and every one of his viriIe loads found its way to exactly where I needed it to be. And while on any other day I would have happily dropped to my knees to swallow for my sexy bull, eating Raef’s nut while Scott watched was most definitely not in the cards for Saturday.
Which brings me to a little question.
Does my pussy look like it’s glowing? Because even as sore as it is, I can’t help but have a good feeling😊
2022-05-03 02:23:14 +0000 UTC
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Happy Sunday. Just spending my day recovering from the weekend. 😉 What are you up to today?
2022-05-01 22:44:26 +0000 UTC
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You like my frilly pearl panties? Let me know by like, comments and tips. Thank you ☺️
2022-04-30 00:41:42 +0000 UTC
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I could really use a foot rub. Can you help me out?
2022-04-28 14:52:35 +0000 UTC
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Happy Hump Day, everyone. I have a solo therapy session with Joann today, and I already know that a big topic of conversation is going to be what I have planned for Scott on Saturday. But, and let me be absolutely clear about it, I will not be deterred. I mean, honestly, if a woman’s put into a position where she has no choice but to face one of her biggest fears, she may as well be impaled on one of the thickest, most gorgeous penises known to man (am I right?).
Scott booked us a room on the river, so we have a ton of awesome bars and restaurants within walking distance. For all I know we’ll be ordering in mostly, but it’s good to have the options and flexibility.
In any event, I do have one tiny little confession to make. When I told my husband over the weekend that he needed to be ready to eat more than just one pussy this coming Saturday, I didn’t quite give him the entire story. Specifically, I haven’t told him that I’ll be ovuIating. I sort of decided that, if I bother to even tell him at all, it’s going to be completely spontaneous.
So with that in mind, tell me how this would sound in the heat of the moment? (You can visualize me straddling Raef while Chrissy straddles Scott’s gorgeous face right next to us.)
“Oh my god, baby (I say while simultaneously intertwining my fingers with my husbands), your boss is literally pumping your wife’s fertile little cunt full of his seed. Fuck! Feeling him getting him off inside of me with you in the same fucking bed is sooooooo beautiful. And yes, you heard that right baby. I said ‘fertile.’ I tested myself right before we got into the car. It’s why we were running late today, and with any luck, it’ll be why I’ll be personally ‘running late’ in 4 or 5 weeks (with a giggle).”
So, with that little bombsheII thoroughly dropped, I can see myself gently easing my sloppy, married pussy off of Raef in order to properly demonstrate the truthfulness of my assertions to Scott.
And by “demonstrate,” I mean kicking the fat cunt off of his sexy face and taking my rightful place in her stead.
2022-04-27 17:18:34 +0000 UTC
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Do I know exactly why I prefer being penetrated by certain types of men possessed of a very specific set of mannerisms and physical dimensions?
Of course not. In fact, I honestly feel as though humans are simply not meant to be capable of actually coneptualizing the reasoning behind our more primal urges.
But one thing is absolutely for certain. I’m not alone in my needs.
When us ladies (I use the term loosely, here) choose our affair partners, we prioritize way differently than when we’re in the process of selecting our husbands and life mates. For short term flings, often we sometimes quite simply crave to be fucked savagely by gorgeous, broad-shouldered males with penises that unequivocally signal to the receptive bitch that she’s being penetrated. But our sexual calculus also factors in one somewhat less tangible characteristic that goes beyond the measurables. Dominance. Women crave it. Likely because men possessed of it are significantly more likely to manifest the reality of their choosing. Stated simply, they get what they want in life. And to an attractive female, it can be very flattering, even intoxicat!ng, when men like these seek the relief they need inside of our very tight and willing bodies.
And although we may never fully understand the reasoning that underpins our urges to secretly mate with alphas behind the backs of our sweet, loving and less endowed husbands, there is one aspect of these short term relationships that researchers are beginning to grasp. And, as it turns out, the female orgasm (rather than her lover’s)is at the heart and center of it.
Perhaps not unsurprisingly, women tend to be more inclined to orgasm with their affair partners than with their husbands. And while this important fact may be for any number of reasons beyond the dominance and sexual prowess of the alpha males on which they sporadically find themselves impaIed, the reality is this - When a female orgasms in relative close proximity to the internal climax of her lover, the chemicals released into her system have been determined to make her uterus much more inviting for a long term stay (say of around nine months or so) for any recently fertiIized egg.
Which brings me to my final point. And one which has some direct relevance to this coming weekend and the fun we have planned with Raef and Chrissy.
As I mentioned this past weekend, there’s a very good chance that I’ll full-on ovuIating on Saturday. There’s also more than a very good chance that my husband’s sexy y0ung boss will be enjoying an internal climax (or two 😉) inside of yours truly. So, with those two factors in place, the only remaining variable left to helping me achieve a pregnancy is a powerful orgasm of my own.
And just to be clear, the research doesn’t absolutely demand that the alpha male be the one to actually elicit the female’s orgasm. Quite the contrary, in fact. As it turns out, even a self-induced orgasm can get the job done. But where, I ask, is the fun in that.
So Scott has officially been warned. If Raef were to leave me hanging for some reason (which, admittedly, is doubtful), my husband will need to be ready to step up to the plate when he’s finished eating out Chrissy’s cheating little cunt.
Because, let’s be clear. I will stop at nothing to make my uterus as cozy and inviting for Raef’s baby this coming weekend as I possible can. And honestly, having my hubby pitch in to lend a hand (or a mouth 😊) might just be the most beautifully perfect way of achieving it.
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2022-04-25 17:13:42 +0000 UTC
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It’s appreciation Sunday! If you are on auto renew, check your DM for new vid tonight. 😏
2022-04-24 16:21:38 +0000 UTC
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There are certain dates on the calendar that my husband simply isn’t permitted to forget - and woe unto him in the event that he does. In order, they include: (1) my birthday; (2) our anniversary; (3) mother’s day; and (4) National Vagina Appreciation Day (which, incidentally, happens to be today 😊).
I actually happen to take this particular “Hallmark” holiday relatively seriously. In fact, it’s literally the one day of the year that I don’t mind serving up Scott breakfast in bed lol. And let me tell you, the man woke up with quite the appetite this morning. So like any good wife, I fastened his wrists securely to the bed, crawled across his sexy face and ground my bare cunt into it to four absolutely earth-shattering climaxes.
It was the fourth orgasm this morning that shook me the hardest. I think because I came with the exceptionally vivid image in my mind’s eye of Chrissy’s fat ass gliding across Scott’s tongue (and yes, he’s been told that Raef and I both expect to see him pay plenty of attention to her backside). The orgasm was so powerful in fact that I actually squirted in my poor hubby’s mouth. Oopsy lol.
In any event, it all goes down (no pun intended) one week from tonight.
And not that it’s necessarily been dominating my thoughts or anything, but the topic of our upcoming double date with Raef and Chrissy even came up in our session with Joann this past week. Where she, being the consummate buzzkill that she is, expressed some concern that the payoff from this particular event may not live up to the expectations. To her credit, a fair point.
But the truth of the matter is this – I actually want it to be a let-down. Desperately, in fact. I want to see it one time and finally be able to tell myself that it simply wasn’t a big deal. And in the process I want to see irrefutable visual evidence that my husband and Chrissy have absolutely no chemistry together whatsoever. In fact, my biggest hope for next weekend is that Scott’s adorable penis shows absolutely no indication that it’s straining against the tight and unyielding confines of his CB chastity cage.
And just to clarify one final point - Which is that I obviously have no opposition to Chrissy wanting a femdom relationship like the one that I enjoy with Scott. I just simply won’t abide her staking any claim to mine.
Oh! – and just in case any of you were wondering – orgasms one, two and three this morning all came courtesy of the thought of Raef telling my husband next weekend what an unbelievably tight fit I am around his thick, alpha cock. It’s honestly so fucking sexy the way he compliments my little pussy in front of Scott. And while his kind words might be coming just a tad late for Vagina Appreciate Date, better late than never, right?
P.S. I’m not going to make a big deal out of it or anything, but I am technically supposed to start ovuIating on Thursday. So one thing is certain for sure. This little married slut will be in totally fucking heat for her husband’s sexy y0ung boss when sh!t gets real downtown next Saturday night.
2022-04-23 15:01:07 +0000 UTC
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Here’s a little Thursday pick me up. I’m here for you. 😉
2022-04-21 17:15:17 +0000 UTC
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In Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, physiological needs (such as food, sleep and water) form the very base of his pyramid. But the need for sexual release is also a part of that base. But, interestingly enough, the human need for intimacy is on a much higher level. Which quite obviously means that these two needs are completely independent from one another.
And if you dig a bit into Maslow, you’ll find that he had some very interesting thoughts on a woman’s physiological need for sexual intercourse. Specifically, that a woman’s sexual fulfillment is tied to being dominated by a worthy lover (Again, this is about orgasms – not relationships). And that having a powerful, dominant man between her legs (I paraphrase a bit here 😉) is essential to a female achieving climax.
Also quite interesting is the fact that a woman is more prone to partner long-term on the basis of intimacy, rather than sexual fulfillment. I mean, let’s face it, it’s difficult to find a man with whom a woman can truly be herself. So it’s not surprising that she would prioritize this higher need in choosing a long term partner.
But even when intimacy is the basis of a committed relationship, a woman’s often loathe to admit one particular aspect of her life to her husband – which is the existence of her more primitive and base-level sexual needs – often because he lacks the capability to fulfill them. Such as her sometimes overwhelming need to be forcefulIy bent over and used by an endowed and physically powerful bull who needs release.
It’s only when she does finally admit this side of herself that true intimacy with her husband can be achieved. But this is not without an obvious set of its own growing pains - which is especially the case when a pretty little wife allows her sweet and loving husband to witness her being bred by a y0ung bull. First and foremost, he might not understand that the intensity of the moment is actually pleasurable to her – which will make him somewhat uncomfortable and even concerned for his wife’s safety. So a wife in this position needs to explain ahead of time that he will not be witnessing “love making” per se, but rather a more primal form of mating - One where it’s all about the bull having his way with her body. And when he sees his wife repeatedly and uncontrollably orgasming on the thick cock of her savage y0ung alpha, he’ll also likely feel a sense of inadequacy that his wife will need to dispel afterwards when the two of them are alone once again.
But trust me when I tell you this. Once you’ve crossed that particular bridge with your husband, there is no greater intimacy whatsoever. In the years since I’ve been taking y0unger lovers with my husband’s knowledge and consent, the two of us have never been closer. And I love him now more than ever.
Which I find to be one of life’s more interesting little ir
2022-04-20 14:50:09 +0000 UTC
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Sneak peek of my new pearl panties. Stay tuned for more. 😉
2022-04-20 00:36:11 +0000 UTC
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It’s often said that the mind is the body’s largest erogenous zone. And I’d say for most people that’s probably true, with my alpha being one of the more notable exceptions 😉
Where I find that little fact most interesting is with respect to masturbation fantasies – particularly when it comes to the moment right before orgasm. So tell me, what it that one go-to thought for you that almost always triggers your climax?
For me, it’s the thought of a huge load of delicious cum exploding from the tip of my alpha’s cock deep inside my married pussy. It gets me almost every single time.
And while I’m not entirely certain why the thought of my sexy y0ung bull’s orgasm is what triggers my own, it might be because that’s just how we females are designed. For starters, there’s no doubt whatsoever that feeling him unload his nut inside of me fills me with more than a small sense of validation. And at least for me, validation is intoxicating as fuck.
But I think more than anything, it’s the fact that when it comes to intimacy between a man and a woman, nothing comes even remotely close to when a pretty little wife allows her lover the privilege of enjoying an unprotected climax inside of her vagina. That one seemingly simple little moment carries with it the absolutely monumental risk of incubating my bull’s offspring for 9 months – not to mention the obligation to care for it for another 18 years or so.
So yes. To sum it all up, I literally get off mostly to the thought of my alpha getting off – and mostly then to the thought of it happening deep inside of me. And I chalk this all up to the heady trifecta of validation, intimacy and risk. Three things that I’ve always been undeniably drawn to in their individual capacities – so it’s not terribly surprising to me that the three of them combined is a fool proof recipe for cataclysmic multiple orgasms.
In point of fact, it’s precisely what I thinking about in the hot little video. So enjoy.
And definitely don’t forget to tell me what it is that usually sets off your own masturbation orgasms. I’m dying to hear.
2022-04-17 00:59:57 +0000 UTC
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Happy flash Friday!
2022-04-15 13:25:35 +0000 UTC
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Many longtime followers know that I’m always on the lookout for science that backs up my own personal worldviews. And I’ve actually become quite good at finding it.
It turns out that a significant percentage of women possess an “infidelity gene” that men do not, and this particular gene drives us to spread our legs outside of our primary, committed relationships.
Here are some excerpts from articles that I found myself perusing this weekend that might offer some insight as to the possible reasons your wife is sneaking off at lunch to let the sexy college intern from the marketing department fill her tight little cunt with his seed. Odds are, that if it’s not because of her genetic predisposition for novelty between her legs, then you, quite frankly, probably just have a very small penis (which is an entirely different line of research lol).
But if it’s any comfort, let me assure you that the likelihood of her leaving you for the intern is only a slight fraction of a percentage point higher than zero – At least for peri0ds of time longer than 30-120 minutes each 😉
My advice – either give her the freedom to go full-on doggy mode with the interns at work or keep a very watchful eye on the panties cleverly tucked at the very bottom of her laundry hamper. Either way, be certain to have a paternity test for each and every chiId that you’ve supposedly fathered – and maybe especially so if you find yourself in the small penis camp. While loathe to openly admit it, most women disdain the idea of raising small-penised offspring.
Happy reading 😊
The New York Times reported on a study by the University of Queensland in Australia to determine whether some people are just more inclined toward infidelity. It looked at the vasopressin receptor gene—a hormone that affects trust, empathy, and sexual bonding in animals—to see if it may be responsible for a person’s desire to stray from the comforts of a monogamous relationship, or “extra pair bonding,” as sociologists call it.
The study—of 7,400 Finnish twins and their siblings who had all been in a relationship for at least one year—found a “significant association” between five different variants of the vasopressin gene and infidelity in the women. The Times noted that 9.8% of the men and 6.4% of the women reported two or more sexual partners in the previous year, and 40% of the “variation in promiscuous behavior in women could be attributed to genes.”
Interestingly, the research noted, that while there may be no clear evolutionary advantage to female infidelity, intercourse between the sexes has never exclusively been about procreation. Cheating can be intensely pleasurable because, among other things, it involves novelty and a degree of sensation seeking, behaviors that activate the brain’s reward circuit. Sex, money and drugs, among other things, trigger the release of dopamine from this circuit, which conveys not just a sense of pleasure but tells your brain this is an important experience worth remembering and repeating. And, of course, humans vary widely in their taste for novelty.
Meanwhile, numbers from the National Opinion Research Center’s 2016 General Social Survey show that although the percentage of men who admitted to infidelity has held steady over the past two decades, the percentage of wives who reported having affairs rose almost 40 percent — a trend that’s holding steady in 2018, says Tom Smith, director of the survey.
The fact is that good old-fashioned lust appeals to plenty of women, too. In her new book, Untrue: Why Nearly Everything We Believe About Women, Lust, and Infidelity Is Wrong and How the New Science Can Set Us Free, author Wednesday Martin, PhD, points to research that says some women are genetically predisposed to “extra pair bonding.” Men — however they might argue otherwise — don’t have this gene. “Many experts now believe that women struggle as least as much as men and probably even more with monogamy,” Martin says, “and that they actually require variety and novelty of sexual experience more than men do.”
And as women have more agency regarding who they pair up with, they’re more willing and motivated to make a move when something’s not working. “The gender gap in adultery is closing and it’s not just about opportunity and possibility,” says Helen Fisher, Ph.D., author of Anatomy of Love: A Natural History of Mating, Marriage, and Why We Stray. “But it is about choice. Women now are more inclined to demand to have all their needs met.” Fewer women are marrying out of need, Fisher says; instead, they’re marrying to please themselves. But that also means when they’re dissatisfied with something, they can feel justified to go elsewhere.
That’s not to say they want to go so far as divorce — and, in fact, even as adultery is on the rise, divorce rates are falling. “Cheating can be a bit like using a bazooka for an ant problem, a reaction to existing issues,” says psychiatrist Laura Dabney. “But for many women who say they’re in ‘happy’ marriages, which is a lot of the women I see, there is an ‘I want it all’ part of it.”
Martin puts a more overtly feminist, or at least sex-positive spin on it: “Why would you get divorced just because you want to have sex with someone else? What is that equation? It makes no sense to lots of women, just like it makes no sense to lots of men.”
So, I’m interested to hear your take on these fascinating little findings. Is being ass-up for a stable of sexy y0ung bulls just the way things are meant to be for the pretty little modern wife?
2022-04-13 00:04:25 +0000 UTC
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Happy Sunday. What are you doing today?
2022-04-10 16:09:42 +0000 UTC
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Big news. Chrissy has formally agreed!
We’ve talked three times since our initial conversation. She admitted to being suspicious of my motives at the outset, but now – thanks in part to some discussions that she’s had with Scott – she is completely onboard.
Her only caveat is that she’d prefer to have this happen when her husband is out of town – which, somewhat fortuitously, will happen in three weeks. Obviously, that’s not a problem on my end. It will actually give me some time to wrap my mind around what I’ve set in motion.
Raef, on the other hand, took absolutely no convincing whatsoever. Chrissy even mentioned in our last conversation that he’s been teasing Scott relentlessly about getting to see him in his cage again. While she said that it’s been mostly playful, she can tell that it gets under my husband’s skin – especially when he reminds Scott that he knows how tight my cunt is (she giggled as she said it). She also confided that it gets her wet as fuck when Raef openly talks at lunch about getting to watch Scott eat her pussy.
When it comes to Chrissy’s sexuality, I’ve decided that the two of us are almost too similar. While she isn’t as outwardly into the femdom lifestyle as me, she definitely enjoys having complete control in the bedroom, and BDSM is a huge kink with her. But sadly, it’s something that her husband’s simply too vanilla to explore. Admittedly, all of this gives me no shortage of misgivings about letting her face-sit on my husband, but the die (as they say) has been cast. And to my credit, I’ve even volunteered to provide the handcuffs and whatever else she requires to fully enjoy having her way with Scott (gulp!). She laughed and said that she’d definitely be taking me up on that.
So now, the only things left to do are book a room downtown close to some excellent bars and restaurants, buy some top shelf bourbon, and wait - The last of which will easily be the hardest.
I’ve actually decided, however, that the best way to pass the time is to bring the “Man of the House” out for a little fun. Tonight, in fact. For those of you who are unfamiliar the Man, he’s my favorite BBC dildo, and he is always ready to give my pussy what it needs. He also goes by Jamarcus.
I’ve already planned out the entire little twisted scenario. Jamarcus is going to be waiting for us on my husband’s pillow at bedtime, and I’m going to feign abject surprise at such a delightful and coincidental run-in with my old lover lol. It’s an act that Scott’s probably seen at least a dozen times or more. As usual, I’m going to gush over how hung Jamarcus is as I ride my sweet hubby’s face, and let him know he needs to get my tight little pussy nice and wet for my much larger lover. Then, once I feel that Scott’s gotten me sufficiently prepared to take my bull, I’m going to lay on my back and have him ease every beautiful inch of Jamarcus into me.
And that’s where I usually ask Scott if he wishes he had a cock like Jamarcus (giggle). Right before telling him to thank my sexy black lover for giving me what my poor deprived little pussy needs. And, invariably, just hearing Scott say it will catapult me into an earth-shattering orgasm.
2022-04-09 16:34:26 +0000 UTC
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As you saw from my survey the other day, I’m seriously contemplating having my nipples pierced. This is not an easy decision for me. For a number of reasons. First and foremost, I love my nipples. L O V E them. The last thing that I’d ever want to do is jeopardize either their sensitivity or their appearance. I’m also wrestling with the prospect of possibly looking unprofessional in my line of work (which is, somewhat ironically, HR). I mean, I did personally write the section in my company’s employee handbook on body piercings after all.
But the bottom line is this. I am, at the end of the day, a slut. And I clearly don’t mean that in a derogatory way. I wear it as a badge of honor. So I’ve decided that anything I can do to subtly draw even more attention from hot men, the better. Let’s call it my new policy.
And here’s precisely why I’ve decided to go with the piercings.
When I go braless during the warmer months of the year, my nipples are obviously already extremely apparent under the soft little tank tops and t-shirts that I tend to gravitate towards. I’m aware of it, of course. In fact, putting my sexuality on display is the entire reason I prefer to go braless in the first place.
But I sometimes get the sense, either correct or otherwise, that the perception of others is that the appearance of my dramatically prominent nipples is somehow inadvertent. That circumstances, whether it be a cool breeze or some other outside stimulus, have created an unintended and embarrassing situation for me - and that, as a result, I’m regretting the decision to leave my house that morning without the concealing protection of my padded bra. And sadly, that feeling I get (even if I’m only imagining it) undercuts the eroticism that I enjoy from putting myself on display.
So…. nipple piercings it is lol.
Personally, I just feel that the existence of the piercings in tandem with my nipples will help to subconsciously emphasize the deliberate and calculated nature of my “circumstances.” That it’s not the wind, or embarrassment, or any other factor besides my own personal decision to draw attention to my beautiful breasts. It will, if my thinking on this is correct, remove the doubt.
And in doing so, I also truly believe that it will give added license to confident y0ung men to approach me in the hopes of getting their thick cocks fully embedded inside the married pussy of a middle-aged slut lol. Which, if I’m being completely honest, is what it’s all about.
But before I get this procedure done, I would seriously love to hear your opinions on my thought process.
2022-04-07 14:30:57 +0000 UTC
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Would you mind if from time to time I did a “spotlight” on a co-creator here? I know you guys probably get spammed like crazy from some of the other creators you follow on here. NOT my intention at all. In fact, I pride myself in not doing that to you. However, occasionally I’m gonna want to share the a friend or two along the way. So lmk what you think. I realize I can’t make everyone happy, lol, but I promise, only occasionally and high quality friends. 💕
2022-04-06 21:18:25 +0000 UTC
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Thoughts on nipple piercings? Should I get one?
2022-04-04 14:26:52 +0000 UTC
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I’m often asked the same question by followers – “how can I get my wife to want to become a hotwife?”
Immediately, the phraseology tells me that these men have the wrong perspective on the question from the out-start.
You see, on some level, EVERY wife wants to be a hotwife. So, the hard work, really, has already been accomplished. All her pervy husband needs to do is make her absolutely comfortable enough to allow her to pursue her fantasies without fear that it will diminish or undermine the most important things in her life - her marriage and family.
And I’ll be the first to admit – as enticing as it is to be offered the opportunity to couple with sexy y0ung bulls – it can be a hard sell. Most happily married women are going to be somewhat hesitant at first. For starters, it all sounds like a setup. We’re taught rather early that if something sounds too good to be true, then it probably is. And this most certainly falls under that category.
“What man in his right mind,” your wife will undoubtedly be thinking, “wants his wife to be intimate with virile, y0unger men?” It will naturally make her wonder if you’re attempting to either manufacture some sort of excuse to end the marriage or looking for leverage in getting her to agree to something similar on your end. Either way, these are not palatable outcomes for most women.
So the uphill battle really will involve convincing/educating your wife on the following three things: (A) it’s most definitely not a trap or a setup lol; (B) it’s every bit as natural for a husband to want it as his wife; and (C) not only will it NOT hurt your marriage, if done correctly, it can open up an entire new level of intimacy between the two of you.
Since I’m the one who broached this particular question in our marriage, I didn’t have to deal with (A). But (B) and (C) were both things that I researched rather thoroughly before finally pouring my husband a bourbon on that one fateful day and starting our little discussion. So, fortunately for you, I’ve already done the heavy lifting.
I knew early on that (B) was going to be the sticking point with Scott, even though I strongly suspected that he’d been blessed with this particular little kink. Sadly, the male ego is a powerful force of nature, and a man’s self perception is strongly tied to how he feels he’s perceived by others. It’s an evolutionary throwback to less civilized times, but fortunately, this toxic little impediment to female fulfillment can be cured.
I actually turned the table a bit and stroked my husband’s ego to get him in the right mindset. Yes, it was slightly manipulative on my part, but it was the quickest way to get him comfortable with his own feelings. And honestly, would you expect anything less of me.
I told him (and this much is true) that many men are drawn to the lifestyle because (somewhat surprisingly) they’re wired to compete. For everything. And nothing – and I do mean nothing - brings out a man’s competitive fire quite like competition for pussy. I told my sweet husband to think about all of his friends who are now completely and utterly bored out of their minds with their wives. I told him that the reason isn’t because their wives are boring (although some of them truly are), but rather because these men no longer feel the need to have to compete for them. What had once been the shiniest of new toys somehow inexplicably lost its luster, and the reason is because of the husband’s misconception that no one else wants to play with it.
“But what if…, I continued, you had a magic tool hanging in your garage (or more appropriately, between the legs of a sexy y0ung stranger, I thought to myself) that could completely eliminate that boredom from ever occurring. You’d be an absolute idiot not to put it to use, right?”
With slightly more than a hint of incredulity, my husband finally relented and took the bai.t.
“You see, baby,” I cooed while taking a sip of his bourbon, “you are the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with, and the last thing that I ever want is for my one true soulmate to get bored of me – and because my love for you is so incredibly strong, I absolutely refuse to allow you to ever be stuck in a lifeless marriage.”
“And fortunately for my sweet hubby,” I continued, “I have literally stumbled upon the silver bullet. So hear me out. I’ll admit, it may sound - shall we say - a bit unorthodox at first. But trust me, it’s going to sIap a new coat of luster onto your pretty little wife quicker than you can say the word ‘cuckold.’” I laughed slightly as I delivered my setup line, which Scott took in one giant gulp.
“Cuckold?” he asked with one eyebrow raised ever so subtly, suggesting a familiarity with the term that he was afraid to let on.
“Yes, sweetie. ‘Cuckold.’ It’s the term used for confident husbands who utterly despise the thought of their wives losing the lustrous sheen that attracted her to them in the first place.”
At that point, I finished his bourbon and rose to pour him another glass. “Bottoms up,” I said handing it to him, “we’re going to continue this little presentation in the bedroom. I have a new toy that I think might be the perfect visual aid for you.”
“But trust me, there’s definitely nothing ‘little’ about it.”
Obviously, as they say, the rest is history. That one conversation led to others, which led to others, which ultimately led to me inviting the sexiest of y0ung bulls to take my hotwife cherry in the bed that Scott and I share with one another.
Since that time, I’ve been more open with Scott than ever before – sharing with him the types of secrets that I’ve previously only shared with my closest of girlfriends.
He now fully knows and accepts my desire for the type of length and thickness that he doesn’t possess, and he’s laid in the pitch black and listened to me moan like a whore from a neighboring hotel bed for a bull who’s blessed with what it takes to satisfy my more primal feminine needs.
And I truly believe that the level of intimacy we now share with one another could never have been achieved without our adoption of the hotwife lifestyle. Life is irrefutably ironic.
The takeaway recipe here? Equal parts bourbon and honesty with just a splash of manipulation, and garnished with a very thick and veiny black dildo.
2022-04-03 23:08:23 +0000 UTC
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There is a strata of the male populous soooooooo genetically gifted that women (both married and single) practically send them engraved fucking invitations personally signed by their vaginas.
These are the alpha males who pretty much have it all in order. The looks, the build, the smile and the cock – all of the attributes that park them squarely in the top 1% of all men. And while many men fancy themselves as “bull” material, it’s really only these one percenters who have the type of gifts that a rutting female can literally smell. To be frank, a man such as this has the power to soak her cute little panties by doing nothing more than stepping into an elevator with her and smiling.
And let me be clear - later that afternoon when this otherwise model wife and mother misses her fifth grader’s soccer game to spread her married thighs for this one percenter, it’s in no way because she “wants” to. To the contrary, she does it because she simply cannot help herself. The hormonal tsunami that almost quite literally deposited her onto the crusty mattress of a double bed in some cheap motel just off of an exit ramp clouds her mind of all the risk she’s assuming to enjoy this one little amazing coupling. It’s a testament to just how powerful the human mating instinct can be.
And it’s the times when a woman is most vulnerable to her desire when men like these have the easiest time separating her from her panties - When she’s full-on ovuIating.
But interestingly, there’s one little trait I’ve found that these men all seem to share to a tee.
They will not, for the most part, eat pussy. And this commonly shared characteristic isn’t all that surprising once you actually stop for a second to think it through. Why in fac, would one of these gifted alpha bulls ever “stoop” to do such a thing? In just about every sexual circumstance in which they find themselves, there’s absolutely no need for it. From their opportunistic perspective, when the soaked panties are already lying crumpled at the threshold of the motel doorstep, and the fruit which they delicately protected only moments before is already so engorged with lust that it dangles before him from the lowest branch by the slimmest of threads – well, that’s t the time to fuck it - Not eat it.
But sadly, most women are only presented with such carnal opportunities on the rarest of occasions. And life, for the most part, really is all about the things that happen in between - Which is where husbands dominate the landscape. So, in those day-to-day situations where her hormonaI storm isn’t ramped up to much more than a mild shower, she’s going to need some help in blocking out all those little stressors with which she routinely finds herself confronted – cookies for the bake sale, that report for work, interviewing new pool b0ys – and that my dear hubbies is where your sexy little mouths earn their bread and butter. And if you take the time to learn the precise location of her most sensitive little spot and develop the perfect technique for lighting it the fuck up … well, you might actually be able to cloud her mind of those stressors just enough to get her almost as ripe for the taking as she naturally gets for elevator b0y.
But for those hubbies, like my Scott, who sometimes get to enjoy the privilege of watching a bull have his way, a bit of advice.
If you EVER see him stop and take the time to please your wife orally, be very, very afraid.
2022-04-01 16:04:56 +0000 UTC
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It may come as no surprise to many of you, but I’m an exhibitionist. Being at a thumping pool party in a tiny little sheer bikini surrounded by hormone and aIcohoI fueled studs might be my particular version of heaven on earth. But I don’t think that makes me any different from most women. I firmly believe that we’re all pretty much wired to put our best assets on display in the hope that some sexy aggressive y0ung male takes our bai+. Leaving us completely satisfied and in need of a shower.
What makes me different is that it’s not just putting my body on display that excites me. It’s putting my entire marriage on display.
For instance, when I’m flitting about that thumping pool party, it’s not just my tits and ass that I want the men to focus on. I want them to focus on the giant diamond in my engagement ring.
I want to fuel their desire not just to fuck some nameless slut in heat, but their desire to do it at another man’s expense.
Because the best sex there is isn’t just of the illicit and no-strings-attached variety (which is obviously very good). To the contrary, it’s sex with the kind of men who get off on taking another man’s pussy.
But the absolute pinnacle is having my sweet and loving husband in the same room to see it with his own two eyes. Looking on as one of my y0ung alpha bulls bend me over and spreads my ass wide open with his strong, aggressive hands – putting my pretty parts on full display. I want Scott there to see with his very own eyes just how wet and swollen my cheating cunt is for what’s about to come. And how loving and inviting it looks to my bull.
But the best is when I can look my husband directly in the eye as my alpha finally stakes his claim to it. Because once a man like this finally gets every inch of his thick cock inside of me, that’s when I most feel like a woman. And it would be so unbelievably selfish on my part not to let my husband and soulmate be there to be a part of something so unbelievably natural and beautiful.
But, perhaps somewhat paradoxically, the moment the two of us will share alone in the shower after our bull has left will be every bit as natural and beautiful.
2022-03-23 14:47:31 +0000 UTC
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I rode my husband’s face last night and told him about my and Chrissy’s plans. I told him how he was going to be a good b0y for me and let the fat bitch plant her undoubtedly filthy cunt square on his face until she cums all over it.
This little confession didn’t seem to phase him one bit. He continued to eat my pussy with the masterful level of precision to which I’ve grown accustomed without so much as even batting an eyelash. At first I thought that my thighs had possibly muffled my delightful tidings, but then I quickly realized it was because he thought I was bullshitting him. Which oddly made it all the more the fun.
So I continued by telling him how he was going to get to wear his cage and eat Chrissy out in front of a very important audience.
But what neither him or Chrissy are aware of just yet is that I’m personally going to see to it that Raef’s magnificent penis is fully erect for this little show. Because I’ve decided it might also be fun to watch him shove every inch of it up her tight ass while she’s riding Scott’s face.
And she had better fucking thank me.
2022-03-22 01:19:16 +0000 UTC
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Good morning! Can you get my back for me?
2022-03-19 14:35:54 +0000 UTC
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My husband had a somewhat confused look on his face as he held up my little thong on Saturday night. That is, until I finally shot him a quizzical glance that clearly signaled my desire to have him examine the beautifully filthy crotch.
As my husband stared transfixed at the crusted mess that had completely imbued itself into the soft cotton gusset of the panties he’d only just recently bought me on a weekend shopping spree, I remembered telling him at the time that I was going to save them for a special occasion. Well, that day had finally come.
“Baby, I’m so excited for us!!!” I blurted out spontaneously. “I think we officially have a new friend,” I added with only slightly less enthusiasm. “And by ‘friend’ I obviously mean a bull, sweetie – even though ‘Greek fucking god’ might be the better term for him.”
It was exactly at that point that I noticed an uncomfortable look creep across my husband’s face.
My eyes widened. “Does that make your little guy stiff,” I asked gleefully. “I bet it does, doesn’t it,” I cooed teasingly. “In fact, I bet if I let you out of your cage right this second, you’d be getting nice and hard… probably thinking about me on all fours with my ass up for my new lover… wouldn’t you, baby?” “Or,” I offered as an alternative, “are you thinking about him pinning your little wife to our bed and filling her fertile little pussy with his cum?”
“Stop,” he said.. in a way that suggested I’d hit a bit of a nerve.
“Baby, it’s okay,” I said soothingly. “You know I’ve never judged you for how crazy turned on you get seeing me completely filled and stretched by my bulls. And the fact you’re so conflicted about it makes it all the fucking hotter,” I tacked on earnestly, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek in the process.
“Now let’s get you out of this little cage,” I giggled. “And then get your very dirty wife onto your sexy face. She needs to tell you all about her amazing day.”
2022-03-16 18:12:09 +0000 UTC
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A little gratuitous shower vid to help wind down on Tuesday. 🚿
2022-03-15 23:07:26 +0000 UTC
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My husband was soooooo happy to see me on Saturday night. And while the cynical among you might think that that’s because he knew he was getting released from his chastity cage, I can most definitely assure you otherwise.
He didn’t get home until around 10pm. And, like any wife worth her salt, I had a Gentleman Jack old fashioned waiting for his sexy ass.
We snuggled on the sofa for a bit while we caught up on our respective weeks – until, finally – I very calmly let him know that I had a little surprise waiting for him under his pillow (the panties that I wore home from an afternoon tussle with my new bull just hours earlier!)
He looked suspiciously at me from the corners of his eyes.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s nothing fatal.”
And then I slyly added “Buuuuuuuuut, if you really want to know what it is, you’re going have to agree to let me sit on your gorgeous face….”
“I obviously agree to that,” he laughed as he turned and started to scamper up the stairs to claim his present.
“No sir,” I said firmly – stopping him in his tracks.
2022-03-15 12:26:56 +0000 UTC
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The full vid from IG post earlier. (@vixen_nextdoor) You’re welcome 😉
2022-03-14 18:24:24 +0000 UTC
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For those of you struggling with a little daylight savings time fatigue, this is for you. 😏
2022-03-13 21:48:52 +0000 UTC
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Hubby gets home late tonight from Orlando. I’m so excited to see him words can’t even begin to describe it. Depending on how exhausted he is, we might stay up for some husband and wife cuddling time. I think a lot of people suspect that I’m not truly in love in my husband, and I can certainly understand where that line of thinking comes from. But it honestly couldn’t be farther from the truth.
When I met Scott in college, I knew deep down that he was the perfect man for me. And yes, we struggled through some years of infidelity on my part. But that peri0d of time only reinforced just how perfect of a man my husband is for me. It made me realize that sex is significantly less than 1% of our waking lives. And yes, it’s most definitely an important part of it, but it’s the things that happen in between that determine whether the foundation of a marriage is sound. And that’s not to say that our sex life was horrible before we entered into the hotwife lifestyle. It just wasn’t as fulfilling as I needed.
And that is where other men came into the picture. The men I gravitated toward for my extracurricular activities were arrogant pussy hounds with cocks made for giving a woman that elusive “bursting at the seams” feeling that most of us crave. But even back then, I realized that none of these men would be a good fit for me from a long-term perspective. For starters, none of them were even remotely trustworthy – And given the fact that most of them were y0unger, they all tended to have an assortment of 20-something females throwing their pussies at them constantly. But it was more than just the trust factor. When the sex was over, there was no foundational connection that gave me any sense that I belonged with any of these men. Plus, I somehow also knew that I needed my husband in my life – and that, in spite of every self-destructive impulse that I kept repeatedly giving into, he was the one for me. In a nutshell, it was a very confusing time.
So imagine my delight when, after some initially awkward and uncomfortable conversations with my husband, I finally learned exactly why it was that we fit together so unbelievably perfectly with one another. He was literally the yin to my yang. So unbelievably amazing was my good fortune that it initially seemed too good to even be true. So, incredulous as I was, I assumed that there had to be some sort of a catch, and the possibility that my husband was a closeted homosexual was one doubt that kept repeatedly worming its way into my brain.
So I did what any self-empowered, educated female would do under those circumstances. I took to Google and did the research. And that was when I realized just how unbelievably fortunate that I was.
The way that I’d been compensating for what was lacking in my marital bed also just happened to be the apex turn-on for my husband!!! Holy fucking shit! I remember literally salivating at the prospect of having Scott witness my tight little cunt being taken by the kind of men that make it wetter than he ever has. My mind raced with excitement at all the ways that I could push his buttons. And somehow, it all became even hotter. I was going to be a hotwife. And I was going to see to it that I did whatever was necessary to get my husband to completely embrace his new role as my cuck. Because, god dammit, I fucking needed it.
Longtime followers know that there have definitely been some ups and downs along the way. But I’ve learned a few things and made some adjustments on the fly that have paved the way to what’s almost a perfect marriage at this point in time. Which is why I’ve decided that it’s time to reward Scott for being such an amazing husband.
I’m going to reach out to Chrissy tomorrow and see if she’s available for a fun little “girIs lunch” with me. To begin with, it’s long overdue for the two of us to have a little heart to heart. And given that she’s such a good friend to my husband, it’s incumbent on me to befriend her as well. I know this now.
The fat little cunt has absolutely no idea what’s in store for her lol. Or how close it is that the two of us are about to become.
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2022-03-12 17:20:29 +0000 UTC
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