My husband’s co-worker, Chrissy, has been generating a simmering undercurrent of conflict between Scott and myself for almost an entire year now. And the fact that she just filed for divorce from her own husband isn’t making things better. Bottom line - Joann, our therapist, has some heavy lifting this week. **The rest of this vid is available for a $5 tip on this post. 💋
2022-01-25 14:31:47 +0000 UTC View Post(Part two of first installment of Jamarcus, my literotica masterpiece 😉. It doesn’t fit in one post.) Still not quite certain whether I was going to carry through with my mission, I secretly watched Jamarcus for several minutes from the cover of the tree line. He was sitting quietly about 45 feet or so offshore reclining himself slightly backwards with the support of his long, massive arms as the warm waves rhythmically lapped against his chiseled body. His fucking body. My god, his body. In the moment, I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that almost everything about Jamarcus was the diametric opposite of my husband. Where John’s effervescent boisterousness and outlandish storytelling made him the life of every get together, Jamarcus was quiet and reserved - a complete and utter introvert. And their bodies seemed to bookend the entire male physical spectrum. Where John was a portly 5’5 endomorph with no interest whatsoever in fitness, Jamarcus was a completely ripped and athletic mesomorph who stood an entire foot taller than my husband. And then there were their sex organs. Nothing about my husband’s penis seemed remotely menacing. If anything, I actually find it quite adorable. And while my husband’s struggled for years with erectile dysfunction that he’s somewhat effectively managed with medication, on those occasions when he’s managed to achieve a full penetrative erection, I’ve never once quaked at the thought of trying to accommodate it inside of me. Jamarcus on the other hand was possessed of a penis that I instinctively found almost threatening. Even menacing. From my vantage point to Jamarcus’s rear, I obviously couldn’t see it. But even though it was obscured from my view, i knew that it was out there dangling submerged in the cove’s warm comforting waters like some thick black eel waiting patiently to feast on whatever prey had the misfortune of passing by. For whatever reason, the image of it from two days prior had indelibly seared itself into my brain, and I could picture it vividly in my mind’s eye- a veiny, pulsating tendril of in the prime of its virility. And unlike my husband’s semi-reliable, cute, little appendage, the ability of Jamarcus to achieve a penetrative erection was a forgone conclusion. Literally fearing the formidableness its massive girth would pose for my tight little married pussy, I’d decided to do my absolute best to get this initial encounter over with something significantly less invasive than vaginal intercourse. Hopefully a handjob while letting this bull stud fondle my fat bare tits would get him over the edge quickly, and then the two of us could simply make our separate ways back to camp with no one else the wiser. The biggest obstacle with my otherwise perfect little plan, however, was my very pussy itself. Somehow, unbeknownst to even me, it had more than readied itself for a carnal encounter with the apex predator submerged just feet away in the cove’s shallow warm waters. In fact, my hairy little cunt was as wet as it had been in years, and if Jamarcus’s enormous fingertips were to feel its betrayal of my true intentions he would certainly take it as license for a level of intimacy that I wasn’t yet prepared for mentally. I had to do my best to keep that from happening. Taking one last deep breath, I steeled myself for what I was about to do and stepped from the shade of the tree line and onto the warm sandy beach. Quietly removing my shorts and tank top, I made my way toward my new lover and the pendulous set of balls I was about to empty. “For my daughter,” I whispered to myself. Still not quite certain whether I was going to carry through with my mission, I secretly watched Jamarcus for several minutes from the cover of the tree line. He was sitting quietly about 45 feet or so offshore reclining himself slightly backwards with the support of his long, massive arms as the warm waves rhythmically lapped against his chiseled body. His fucking body. My god, his body. In the moment, I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that almost everything about Jamarcus was the diametric opposite of my husband. Where John’s effervescent boisterousness and outlandish storytelling made him the life of every get together, Jamarcus was quiet and reserved - a complete and utter introvert. And their bodies seemed to bookend the entire male physical spectrum. Where John was a portly 5’5 endomorph with no interest whatsoever in fitness, Jamarcus was a completely ripped and athletic mesomorph who stood an entire foot taller than my husband. And then there were their sex organs. Nothing about my husband’s penis seemed remotely menacing. If anything, I actually find it quite adorable. And while my husband’s struggled for years with erectile dysfunction that he’s somewhat effectively managed with medication, on those occasions when he’s managed to achieve a full penetrative erection, I’ve never once quaked at the thought of trying to accommodate it inside of me. Jamarcus on the other hand was possessed of a penis that I instinctively found almost threatening. Even menacing. From my vantage point to Jamarcus’s rear, I obviously couldn’t see it. But even though it was obscured from my view, i knew that it was out there dangling submerged in the cove’s warm comforting waters like some thick black eel waiting patiently to feast on whatever prey had the misfortune of passing by. For whatever reason, the image of it from two days prior had indelibly seared itself into my brain, and I could picture it vividly in my mind’s eye- a veiny, pulsating tendril of in the prime of its virility. And unlike my husband’s semi-reliable, cute, little appendage, the ability of Jamarcus to achieve a penetrative erection was a forgone conclusion. Literally fearing the formidableness its massive girth would pose for my tight little married pussy, I’d decided to do my absolute best to get this initial encounter over with something significantly less invasive than vaginal intercourse. Hopefully a handjob while letting this bull stud fondle my fat bare tits would get him over the edge quickly, and then the two of us could simply make our separate ways back to camp with no one else the wiser. The biggest obstacle with my otherwise perfect little plan, however, was my very pussy itself. Somehow, unbeknownst to even me, it had more than readied itself for a carnal encounter with the apex predator submerged just feet away in the cove’s shallow warm waters. In fact, my hairy little cunt was as wet as it had been in years, and if Jamarcus’s enormous fingertips were to feel its betrayal of my true intentions he would certainly take it as license for a level of intimacy that I wasn’t yet prepared for mentally. I had to do my best to keep that from happening. Taking one last deep breath, I steeled myself for what I was about to do and stepped from the shade of the tree line and onto the warm sandy beach. Quietly removing my shorts and tank top, I made my way toward my new lover and the pendulous set of balls I was about to empty. “For my daughter,” I whispered to myself.
2022-01-25 01:34:19 +0000 UTC View PostFor all my literotica lovers! I am going to be doing an encore presentation of my “famous” storyline, Jamarcus. I put a lot of work into it and I’d really love to get your thoughts on it. Thinking of writing a book of short erotic stories. In the meantime, stay tuned for that to reappear this week. Also, Sunday night hot drop of the rest of this vid to your DM’s. Don’t miss out. Check to see if you are on autorenew….🥵🥵🥵
2022-01-23 23:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostMy alpha’s current tour of duty in the military is just about over, and he told me yesterday that he’s made the decision not to reenlist. This all means he’ll be moving back home to the Chicago area within a matter of just a few months. For me, the prospect of having him less than 30 minutes away from my bed at any given time couldn’t sound more appealing. For my husband, however, I would categorize this news as being more on the bittersweet side. On one hand, there’s certainly no denying at this point that he becomes supremely aroused watching my alpha bull takes me for his own. His erections are pretty conclusive in that respect. But on the other, he also knows that, at least under those circumstances, the likelihood of him ever feeling this pretty little pussy tightly gripping his smaller circumference is slim to none. To ease the sting of this news a bit, I’ve reassured him that I’ll commit to tripling my kegel regimen, and that he has absolutely nothing to worry about. But that’s yet another in a long list of tiny fibs on my part. Because the truth is, I absolutely love the feeling. And anyway, it’s the little trade offs that make life more interesting, wouldn’t you agree? So while he might not recognize it at this point, I’ll be doing my sweet hubby a huge favor😊 Your “ likes,” comments and tips always appreciated. 🙏
2022-01-22 18:18:25 +0000 UTC View PostWho doesn’t love boobs?? Throw back to when mine were a little smaller. 😉 HAPPY SATURDAY!
2022-01-22 09:28:49 +0000 UTC View PostWhen you put a woman and her sweet husband in a hotel room for an entire weekend with a sexy y0ung alpha bull - particularly one hung like a Roman god and with a sex drive to match - do you expect her not to have one of her tight little orifices locked onto him for pretty much the entire stay? I mean, Jesus. She’s only human. Take it from someone who knows firsthand - any red bIooded wife is going to milk a stud like that of every last single drop. Husband present or otherwise.
2022-01-21 13:32:34 +0000 UTC View PostIf you’re having a bad day, I’m here for you. 😉 😚
2022-01-20 21:55:50 +0000 UTC View PostWhere sexual intercourse is concerned, if everything goes exactly according to the masterful plan that Mother Nature’s laid out for men and women, the female’s going to end up with a little bit of a mess between her legs. And from my own personal perspective, I can definitively say that there’s no other type of mess that I love making more. I love it so much in fact that most times I don’t even want to clean myself. Oftentimes I’ll even throw my panties on as soon as I can just to ensure that I get to keep feeling it for as long as possible. Plus, I find it so hot leaving the evidence of my shenanigans somewhere that I’m certain my sweet hubby will encounter it. In the past I’ve found that there’s no better place to deposit one of my freshly soiled thongs than on the very top of my husband’s laundry hamper. Inside out. With the filthy cotton gusset boutiqued perfectly to catch a man’s attention. But today is notably different than from how things have been in the past. My panties, the ones that I’m currently wearing, are flooded with the loads of not just one college lacrosse player, but three of them. And as loathe as I am to take them off and lose the exquisite sensation of sluttiness that only a sticky thong can provide, I simply have to somehow get them placed (nonchalantly, of course) in my husband’s line of sight. But I fear that for this particular night, the hamper is simply just too damn cliché. Decisions, decisions 🤔
2022-01-19 11:02:16 +0000 UTC View PostThe last full weekend we spent with my alpha, I was pretty anxious before he got to the room. I naturally wanted everything to be perfect. Especially my pussy. So, with hubby watching, I gave my pretty little cunt one final shave. I know it pains him to see me grooming it for another man. And the fact that I was already visibly wet as I did it probably didn’t help matters any. So, after finishing, I did what any considerate wife would do in that situation. I led my sweet hubby by his hand over to the bed and let him eat it, of course!!! Over the years I’ve learned that keeping him involved, which I’m sometimes admittedly a bit lax at, is essential. And the earlier I do it, the better. The Westin by the river on Dearborn is an absolutely perfect hotel for an established couple to bring their y0ung bull for a sexy weekend of playtime. We chose a room with two double beds… frankly, because it just didn’t seem fair to make hubby sleep on a pull-out sofa while my alpha and I got an entire king sized bed all to ourselves. So, since traffic had my alpha running just a bit late on that particular Saturday afternoon, I pulled the comforter back on one of the beds, laid on my back and spread my legs wide. “Baby,” I cooed in the sweetest, most angelic voice I could muster, “I don’t know if my pussy’s completely ready to take X’s huge cock just yet… and you know he’s going to want to be all the way up inside of it as soon as he walks through the door.” Appealing to his charitable nature, I finished my pitch with “I need that sexy mouth doing what it does best….” Placing my index finger atop the hood of my cIit, I gently pulled upward, which had the unintended consequence of splaying my wet, swollen cunt even further open than it already was. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that I was far more ready for my alpha than I was letting on to my sweet husband. “Jesus,” hubby exclaimed in response, “it looks plenty ready to me already.” “Don’t be silly, sweetie” I replied giggling. “You know there’s no such thing as ‘too ready’ for what he’s packing. Now get your fucking mouth on this pussy,” I ordered teasingly. “I want to send him a video of you getting it all warmed up for him.” Bottom line - Being a hotwife truly is a juggling act, but once you know how to make certain everyone’s getting their respective needs met, the dividends are absolutely priceless. And this past time was definitely no exception 😉
2022-01-16 18:15:27 +0000 UTC View PostHappy frisky flash ‘em Friday! Second part of this vid being sent to followers on autorenew. Thanks for subbing to me! I appreciate you 🥰
2022-01-14 15:30:28 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s never too late for fireworks. Do you agree? If you like this post, please give it a “like” so I know. ☺️
2022-01-12 22:12:24 +0000 UTC View Post
Longtime followers know how gripped I’ve been in the past with a little affliction known as “baby fever.” I’ve heard that it’s quite common among women of a certain age- particularly those of us who happen to be careening toward menopause. Longtime followers also know that my sweet husband has been incapable of fathering a b@by for close to two decades now. And that two years ago, a sexy y0ung bull surprised me by actually planting a seed. I honestly thought it was dream when I finally worked up the courage to take a test and the thing came back positive. Up until that point, I figured something like that was no longer even possible for me. Imagine my surprise. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the landslide of emotions that gripped for those several days afterward. Hubby and I had made the decision to allow me to enjoy my bulls unprotected precisely because of just how unlikely a pregnancy was at this point in my life. So how the fuck was I going to explain any of this to Scott? The prospect of me carrying another man’s chiId had never been part of our deal. Was he going to leave me? If not, would he be capable of loving this new member of our family as his very own? The swirling combination of joy and fear made it impossible to sleep for more than a handful of nights. When I finally built up the courage to tell my husband, I was overwhelmed by how loving and supportive he was. Frankly, I was in absolute heaven. So not surprisingly, the miscarriage that followed shortly afterward left me in a state of depression that lasted for several months. But it also helped to foster the unique relationship that I now have with my OB/GYN, Jessica, who only just recently has helped me understand more clearly some of the hormonal changes that I’m currently experiencing. To sum things up, my baby fever has a physiological basis. I’m literally in the last throes of fertiIity - a sort of “super heat” that for a few days each month has me aching to be on my back for just about every stud I encounter in my daily life. But, alas for them, if such an unlikely outcome is destined to happen, only one man will have the privilege. Not surprisingly, that man is my sexy y0ung alpha. Which is why every time I spread my legs now for my alpha (like this past Saturday, for instance), at some point I whisper into his ear that there will be no pulling out. Once he finally manages to get each and every one his ten very thick inches inside of me, the new rule is that he absolutely has to let nature take its course. And by that, I mean he has to let my fertiIe little married pussy milk every last drop of seed from his balls. For my bull’s part, the idea of fathering a chiId with me is a huge turn on. All alphas are wired that way, I suppose. But I can honestly feel him get even harder inside of me when I tell him I want him to put his b@by inside of me. Especially so when I tell him in front of my sweet husband. Now if I could only get my husband back on board. Since things have been so strained with him lately, it’s not something I relish bringing up with him. But time is definitely of the essence, and maybe it’s one of those areas where it’s better to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission😉 In any event, more on hubby, Chrissy and our sessions with Joann coming up tomorrow - not to mention the outcome of my own little New Year’s Eve face sitting session. Incidentally, my husband has literally been begging me to do it again.
2022-01-12 03:13:50 +0000 UTC View Post
Good morning!! Throwback to Haulover beach in Miami. Hottest way to sunbathe, 100% nude 🔥 It was such a turn on being nude at the beach I instantly knew I’d love showing my body off to complete strangers. And here I am. 😈
2022-01-10 16:06:59 +0000 UTC View PostHappy Thursday! Welcome newbies and thank you so much for you continued support to all my faithful fans. 😘. Drop below how long you have followed me. Continuously or gone and back is fine. 😉 Please like and comment if you appreciate my posts.
2022-01-06 16:56:21 +0000 UTC View PostNew Year’s Eve Part 2 As I positioned myself over my husband’s face, I checked one final time to make certain his re$traints were secure. The last thing I wanted was Scott being able to wiggle himself free before I had the opportunity to unload my dump truck of necessary disclosures. Confident that he wasn’t going anywhere until I released him, I gently lowered my cunt and began to rub it all over his nose, lips and chin. Covering his handsome face in my scent when I’m riding it is a power move that I’ve always enjoyed. Confident that I’d sufficiently marked my territory, I settled my clit squarely over my husband’s very loving mouth. Scott knows exactly how to eat me out from just about every possible angle, so it was only a matter of seconds before the tip of his tongue found its mark with the perfect amount of preliminary intensity. “Do you like being queened by your wife, sweetie?,” I asked rhetorically. “Having her mount your sweet face with her dirty little pussy? You really do like being a good b0y for me, don’t you?” I asked again. Scott mumbled his affirmation. Then I switched gears. “So here’s the thing,” I said commandingly. “You are not to stop eating my pussy unless I give you an unmistakably clear indication that that’s what it is that I want.” I emphasized “I” in both instances to make it absolutely clear which of the two of us was now in charge. I hadn’t showered since earlier that morning, and with the day’s activities my pussy was in the aromatic state that always seemed to turn my husband on the most. “You’re doing suuuuuch a good job, baby,” I cooed as I ground my pussy hard onto his mouth. “No one could ever eat me out as well as you. Which is why the two of us are sooooooo unbelievably perfect for one another. We’re two sides of the exact same coin.” The game plan was simple - shower him with copious amounts of love, praise and affirmation - Make him feel cherished and accepted - All in order to help him to embrace those parts of himself that he’s been so desperately attempting as of late to suppress. I was absolutely determined, in the course of one little face-sitting session, to undo all the insidious brainwashing he’s suffered at the hands of both Joann and Chrissy. Or at least to make one Chrissy-sized dent in it. I took a quick second to glance back over my shoulder. Sure enough, the potent combination of my words and the scent of my pussy we’re having the desired effect. Scott’s cute little penis was hard as the fucking diamond in my wedding band. “Oooooooh, somebody’s come out to play,” I giggled as I leaned back ever so slightly to take him in my hand and give him a couple gentle strokes. “But too bad for the little guy. Tonight is all about momma.” And with that, I released his rigid penis and leaned forward to reposition myself. Scott’s oral talents were very quickly sending me toward edge, and I wanted to enjoy myself a bit more before letting him bring me to climax. “It’s time for momma’s good b0y to eat her other pretty little hole for a while. You remember what I just fucking told you, right?,” I said pushing my knees forward just enough to provide the perfect angle for lowering my asshole directly onto Scott’s waiting mouth. Whereupon I immediately felt the tip of his probing tongue work it’s way inside. “Mmmmmmmmm, that’s such a good b0y, burying your sexy tongue in your wife’s slutty little ass. I fucking looooove that feeling- oooooooh fuuuuuck.” And then I went on a little soliloquy that would be the lead-in to the main event. “You know my alpha expects us to have that asshole ready for him by the next time we m33t up, right?,” I teased. “Maybe he’d also like to see you loosen it up a bit for him first… just like you’re doing now. I know I’d definitely love that.” I emphasized “I’d.” “Imagine if he was here on this bed with us right now, baby. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had your wife in this bed, now would it. Just think, I could be gagging on his huge cock while you get that little pink hole all lit the fuck up for him. It would be sooooooo fucking hot.” I glanced back. Still hard as a fucking rock my husband was…. And I hadn’t even gotten to the best parts yet😊
2022-01-05 17:50:50 +0000 UTC View PostThrow back to last New Year’s weekend. Had more fun than I thought I would. Would you rather see me ride a dildo or lay on my back and fuck myself with it? Tips appreciated for posting this 12 minute vid. Lmk what you think? Biggest tipper gets a private vid from me. To show my appreciation. 😈
2022-01-04 04:03:34 +0000 UTC View Post
[New Year’s Eve update. Written yesterday😘] My apologies in advance for an even larger number of grammatical errors and missed typos than usual in this post. Like many of you, I’m not exactly 100% today. But I thought it appropriate to update you on my night with Scott. It started off like any other New Year’s Eve with dinner and cocktails at the club. And there were, of course, additional cocktails at a gathering afterward, some choice words between me and my club nemesis, Janet, a champagne toast and kiss at midnight (not my husband btw😉), and a mildly humorous event involving the tires of a gorgeous Mercedes G-Wagon being hotly contested over in one of the more memorable divorces in club history. But the real fun didn’t start until my husband and I arrived in our bedroom (alone, I might add) at around 1:00am. Because that’s when I finally revealed to hubby some brand new lingerie that I’d been wearing the entire night. “Lingerie” might be a slightly inappropriate term for what I was wearing. Let’s just say that what I had on indicated a clear desire on my part to be completely in charge for the remainder of the night’s activities. The focal point of my little outfit was a black patent leather 5-buckle corset with a built in balconnette brassiere that provided amazing support while leaving my breasts otherwise completely exposed. Other than that, I wore only black stockings and a pair of satiny black panties of the crotchless variety. In my left hand I held a 12 inch long black leather riding crop that I had absolutely zero intention of actually using on my husband. Unless, of course, it became absolutely necessary. But if my attire hadn’t driven home the status of our current power dynamic well enough, the four sets of padded handcuff$ neatly arranged on the bed most certainly did. For his part, my husband seemed somewhat hesitant when I ordered him to strip down and lay on the bed. But like the good boy that he is, he did as he was told without question. If anything, he seemed mostly amused by the circumstances. A sentiment that he would quickly find fleeting. And that’s the point in our evening when I cranked up the heat to “ghost reaper” level. After fastening each of his appendages securely to the bed, I sat down beside my now completely nude husband, grabbed him firmly by his still-soft penis, and told him to listen carefully because I was about to go over some ground rules that he was only going to hear once. “Honey,” I began in a stern tone, “you will absolutely not speak unless spoken to, and you will answer each and every question addressed toward you respectfully with either a ‘yes ma’am’ or a ‘no ma’am’ - do you understand what I am saying?” “Yes ma’am,” he replied immediately. And I complimented him for being such a quick study. “Now then, rule number two,” I continued. “You will eat my pussy at all times that it’s even remotely within reach of your sexy mouth, is that clear enough for you?” “Yes ma’am,” my husband nodded. “Finally,” I said with a more gleeful tone of voice, “if you’re lucky enough to have me sit my asshole on your mouth, the only thing you’re to do is drive the tip of your tongue as far up into it as is physically possible, do you understand?” “Yes ma’am,” he nodded again in complete agreement. I could feel him beginning to stiffen somewhat in my hand as we went through the rules, and I smiled to myself. Things so far were going exactly as I’d planned. “And one more thing…” I said matter of factly with a slight pause for dramatic effect. “It’s not so much a rule as it is a warning,” I prefaced. “You will hear some things tonight while you eat my pussy that you might find somewhat uncomfortable - perhaps even disturbing.” “But rest assured,” I went on as I slowly repositioned myself to straddle his face, “these things absolutely need to be said.” With that I lifted my right leg across his torso and slowly began a progressive march forward that would end with my husband’s cute little European nose filled with the scent of my horny cunt. Little did hubby know it, but his night was about to get even more interesting.
2022-01-02 15:19:08 +0000 UTC View PostWhen my sexy alpha’s very large penis gets hard in my presence, it amazes me how my body just automatically responds to give him what he needs. My vaginal walls swell and lubricate perfectly to give him the primal sensations he needs while also making penetration not only just tolerable for me but unbelievably pleasurable as well. It’s an unbelievably beautiful thing. But what makes it even more beautiful is when my husband gets to watch something so completely natural take place. But everything takes on an entirely new dynamic when my bull decides he wants to (“gulp”😳) take my ass instead. Sadly, that part of my body doesn’t automatically respond in the same way. My tight asshole simply doesn’t possess the same preparatory capabilities as my vagina. So, as you all saw from our last play date in October, I have some work to put in in advance of our next encounter. Or should I say “we” have some work to put in, because this is precisely the type of situation where a good husband comes in handy. Getting my pretty little bum loosened up is obviously the primary objective - Which is why hubby and I are in full-on training mode. And to assist in that respect, hubby’s graciously ordered me some sexy butt plugs in varying sizes from Malibu Strings. But, as the old saying goes, they aren’t gonna shove themselves up into my tight little sphincter, so my husband is definitely expected to help ensure I get in the requisite reps. So hopefully between the two of us, we’ll have me stretched well enough to take every single inch of thick beautiful alpha cock by the time of our next h00kup. But like any good corner man in the fight game, the responsibilities don’t end with the Rocky training montage music. So when the time comes and my ass is perched up high in anticipation, hubby needs to be ready to step in and handle the last minute prep work that will be so critical to both my and my bull’s enjoyment. And for that aspect of things, I’ve come up with a plan. While my bull watches on as I eagerly service him orally, hubby’s going to lay some groundwork by lighting up those nerve endings around my anus with the tip of his extremely capable tongue. And while saliva’s certainly nowhere near a sufficient lubricant for what I have in store for myself, there’s something I find deliciously wicked about the thought of my husband’s sexy face buried in my ass a mere moment before it’s plundered by my alpha bull. When I’m finally satisfied that hubby’s sufficiently woken things up down there will he be permitted to move on to phase 2 - which involves thoroughly lubricating me. And I do mean thoroughly. I’ve already made it perfectly clear that when the time comes I most definitely don’t want to be lubed “just enough.” I want to be lubed to the point where the sensation to my bull is nearly indistinguishable from that of my cozy pussy. Obviously this is no easy feat by any stretch of the imagination, so it’s going to take lots of fingers and some elbow grease. But it will all be worth it in the end, because I want my ass to give my sexy y0ung bull the type of sensation that will make it impossible for him to withdraw himself until it’s completely milked him of a huge load. Because in my mind, only then will my anal virginity truly be gone. Your likes, comments and tips are appreciated! Thank you for spending this crazy year with me!
2021-12-31 19:26:37 +0000 UTC View PostHappy New Year’s Eve! Any big plans tonight?
2021-12-31 15:46:30 +0000 UTC View PostLast night my husband ate me to an unbelievably amazing orgasm. All while I told him how I sucked off a complete stranger and ate his huge load while he shot his own personal video of the entire thing. I told him how my sexy tinder stud asked me why a beautiful professional woman and wife and mother like myself was on her knees sucking a 24 year old cock. And I also told him how I answered that sometimes a woman just needs to play with something a little bigger than what her husband can provide her with. And I most definitely didn’t leave out the part about how much my nameless stud loved my reasoning. But telling him the story about my day on tinder isn’t the part that got me off. It was telling him one of my naughty little fantasies while the tip of his tongue was firmly wedged in my cunt that finally took me over the edge. The fantasy is a simple one, and like most things that get my pussy wet these days, it involves my alpha bull. Specifically, it involves my sweet hubby sitting all alone on our great room sofa wearing nothing but his adorable little chastity cage while I make out topless with my sexy alpha on the adjacent loveseat. The way I’m sitting on my bull’s lap with my legs drawn up provides my husband with a perfect view of the sexy little strip of fabric barely covering my swollen cunt and ass. Not surprisingly, my thong is the only article of clothing that I have on, and my husband can literally see the tiny wet spot gradually growing larger as our bull aggressively fondles my huge tits. I disengage from my bull just long enough to turn my head toward my sweet husband to tell him that under no circumstances is he allowed to intervene in what’s about to happen next. And that if he does, he’s going to find himself locked in his device for a full month as punishment. Met with silence, I tilt my head in a way that indicates a slightly annoyed need for his acknowledgment, and only once he nods his agreement in response do I return my attention to my stud. After several seconds of passionate kissing, my bull gently pats my bottom to signal that it’s time. With that, I gingerly reposition myself across his lap with my soft bare bottom facing upward. At that point, I lock eyes with my husband and smile. I’m about to be firmly disciplined by an alpha male while my husband sits idly by and watches helplessly. The power dynamic in the room has my pussy swollen and soaked as I wait for my stud’s next move. But he’s patient, and before he begins, he wants to make a statement of his own. “Your wife’s been a naughty little slut, wouldn’t you agree?” he says firmly to Scott. I watch intently with a mischievous grin across my face as my sweet hubby nods in agreement. “Wouldn’t you also agree then that there should be some consequence for her behavior?” he continues. Again my husband sheepishly nods his acquiescence. “Well then,” my bulls says in a clearly pleased tone, “why don’t you come over here and pull your wife’s panties down for me?” My alpha has politely framed it as a question, but the intonation in his voice clearly indicates the complete absence of an option on my husband’s part. Dutifully, my husband stands to follow our bull’s command, and it’s exactly at that moment when I can clearly see the effect the current set of circumstances is having on him. His penis is clearly straining against the confines of his device and a clear string of precum is hanging precariously from the tip. Even in his cage, Scott simply cannot hide his arousal. I watch over my shoulder as my husband pulls my tiny black thong down over my bottom and I helpfully raise my hips just enough for him to remove them completely. I’m now laying completely nude across the lap of my stud, and I can literally feel his erection pushing into my lower abdomen. Dominating me in front of my excited husband is having an equally arousing effect on my bull. All of which has me in a state of sexual nirvana. But before I’m to receive what I rightfully have coming my way, our bull wants to drive one more point home to Scott. With that he spreads my soft cheeks apart, putting my cunt on full display to my husband. “I think your wife is somehow even more excited than you are about what’s coming next” is the only thing he says before showing him exactly who it is who’s in control🍑 I appreciate your comments, likes and tips! Thank you 🙏
2021-12-29 21:32:54 +0000 UTC View PostThe last week of the year’s usually pretty light for me from a professional standpoint. My hubby, on the other hand, is usually pretty busy with year end preparations for the nonprofit he works at, and my kids (who are all now of legal driving age) are running around with all their friends. All of which has left me mostly unattended for the last couple of days. And as they say, idle hands truly are the devil’s tools. Or in my particular case, an idle mouth. Which is why earlier today I jumped on Tinder to find myself a sexy 20-something in need of a no-strings blowjob from a cheating cougar. It most definitely wasn’t difficult. And I only had to drive 20 minutes to get my fix. I even let him take a video of it for his personal spank bank. And I have to say, the scene where I open my pretty mouth to show him every drop of his delicious cum before swallowing was pretty fucking hot. But the best part… I told my husband all about it ahead of time. And then I drove to his office immediately afterward to give him a huge thank you kiss. I think it worked - He told me he wants to fuck tonight. I’ll definitely keep you all posted. But in the meantime here’s a little video I’m going to send him to stoke the flames a bit😘 Sending the bonus “paperweight” vid to my friends on autorenew. 😈
2021-12-29 05:22:25 +0000 UTC View PostMerry Christmas to all of you! Thank you so much for spending time with me. I appreciate every one of you! Enjoy 🎁 😈. I know this was a ppv and thank you to everyone who had bought it. I didn’t not want to give you anything today. I’ll definitely take of you if you did. 😘
2021-12-25 15:13:28 +0000 UTC View PostFor the ladies and gents who are newer to me and have been inquiring about my hotwife lifestyle, this is for you. I’ll never forget one of the last 'talks' I had with my husband before becoming his hotwife. It happened two nights before he visited us the first time. Neither of us could sleep. Things were about to get real, and I seriously needed some last minute reassurance that our marriage was going to survive the weekend. So I decided to hit my husband with a huge dose of reality and gauge his reaction. I grabbed my phone and pulled up a picture that he had sent to me when we first started talking. It was one of him standing naked in front of a large bathroom mirror. I'll never forget the very first time I opened it. The combination of muscles, tattoos and the huge perfect cock hanging between his 28 year old legs literally had made my panties wet for him. I handed hubby my phone and told him that the bull in the picture was literally hours away from boarding a plane for one single purpose. To get himself some pussy. And the pussy he wanted was the one in between his wife's legs. Then I warned D about my attraction to this bull. Especially about how turned on I was by the size of his penis. I confessed that I'd sent him a DM telling him how excited I was to have my husband watch him stretch my pussy in ways that he couldn't. I wanted D to know that my y0ung bull already knew he was bigger than him, and that it was because I had told him so. My husband was still staring at my phone when I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. I playfully licked his lips as I warned him how I wouldn't just be spreading my legs for this y0ung bull and I was eagerly going to be a woman for him with other parts of my body too. I told my husband to close his eyes and imagine me rubbing the tip of my bull's erection across my lips and coating them in his precum. And to think about how he'll react watching me make love to the huge penis in the picture with my mouth. "I want to be on my knees for that boy," I admitted, "and I want you to watch me kiss the tip of his cock before I take it in my mouth and suck it for him." "Can you handle all of that baby," I asked. My husband nodded in agreement. I finished by telling him how he also loves having his cock cleaned by his hotwives while the husbands watch. And that I really wanted to do that for him. With my mouth still next to his, I gently ran my index finger along the length of his hard penis outside of his underwear then reached into the waistband and gripped him with my hand. I was relieved that my naughty confessions had given him a firm erection. Then I put his hand between my legs so he could feel my own arousal for what was coming. But this night needed a special capstone. Stroking him, I asked him if his male ego could handle everything we'd discussed, and he nodded again, more vigorously this time. Then I told him that if he truly wanted me to cuckold him in our bed, he needed to prove it to me by going down on the pussy that was about to belong to my new y0ung bull. He needed to make me cum hard with his mouth. And that I would be able to tell for certain if he wanted all of this by his effort. No more than a few moments later my husband had me thoroughly convinced that he wanted me to be his hotwife. So I rested my hand on his head and allowed his mouth to bring me one of the more intense orgasms I'd had in a while. If you are curious and want to see more of the first weekend I became a hotwife, message me for details. I also have a much more recent video pack of my encounter with him. Lmk! Thank you so much for your likes, comments and tips. I appreciate you so much. 😘
2021-12-22 19:13:05 +0000 UTC View PostI want to apologize to all of you. I’ve been avoiding updates having anything to do with Chrissy (my husband’s colleague) and Joann (our therapist/marriage counselor). The reason is this - things aren’t very good for me at home right now. And when that’s the case, I tend to escape to my fictional worlds (e.g. Conan and Jamarcus). Avoidance is one of my stronger qualities. But here’s my current situation. My husband literally hasn’t touched me since our weekend spent downtown with my alpha in October. Not even once. And while we still sleep in the same bed with one another, it sometimes seems like he’s a world away. The weird part is that I felt so connected to my husband after that weekend, and for a day or so afterward it felt like things were trending back toward normal. But that all ended with one text from Chrissy that read “It’s hysterical to me how easily she manipulates your thinking. You might truly be a lost cause at this point.” That text came on the following Friday after our weekend with my alpha, and she ignored every single one of the texts he sent in response on Saturday and Sunday. That’s the exact point in time that he became distant, claiming that he still just needs to “work through some things with Joann. But since then his texting with Chrissy has become incessant. It’s fairly clear now that he’s relying way more on her counsel than he is Joann’s. And at the same time that she’s ever so subtly driving a wedge between me and my husband, she’s also actively working to end her own failing marriage. She was even bold enough to invite my husband to an appointment with her new attorney (But that’s a whole other story altogether). At the end of the day, I’m still fairly certain that the two of them haven’t officially slept with one another. But even so, it’s the emotional aspect of it all that makes me cry myself to sleep almost every other night these days. I’m clearly losing the battle right now. Mostly, I believe, because I haven’t til recently figured out how to actively engage in it. For one brief moment, part of me actually thought I should respect my husband’s stated desires when he says that our lifestyle is wearing him down. But, as it turned out, that was the smaller part of me. The bigger part of me is simply not wiIIing to let go so easily of everything I’ve built. Plus, I’m also thoroughly convinced that he only feels that way because he’s fighting so unbelievably hard to deny his true nature. I’ve known this man since college for Christ’s sake. I understand him more completely than Chrissy and Joann combined. Probably even better than he understands himself. Which is why I’ve decided to turn the boat directly into the path of the oncoming torpedo and ordered the engine room to take the reactor to 110%. It’s a little naval warfare tactic I learned from Captain Marko Ramius. Appropriate, I believe, given the fact that the cunt I’m dealing with is almost as large as an aircraft carrier. Specifically, it’s time to crank the heat up when it comes to my hotwifing - Not dial it back. My husband needs to learn once and for all that he is who he is. And he needs to also come to grips with the fact that he can’t get what it is I give him anywhere else. So with all this in mind, I’ve decided to finally tell him everything about neighbor b0y. And I do mean everything, including how I’ve asked him to set up some “group fun” with a few of his strapping teammates. The prospect of getting to witness his wife in the midst of such depravity will drive him nuts with desire. I know it to my core. As risky as my little gambit is, Im absolutely confident I can pull it off. The real challenge, I’ve decided, is going to lie in getting the second torpedo to redirect itself back toward my u-boat-sized adversary.
2021-12-20 15:16:15 +0000 UTC View PostOh hey! Don’t worry, I haven’t ghosted you! I’m working on my next story. Posting that tomorrow morning. In the meantime, enjoy this clip I can’t post to Instagram. Lol
2021-12-18 02:54:55 +0000 UTC View PostTrue confession time. My husband’s had my alpha’s sloppy seconds. The fact of the matter is this - it’s pretty much the poor guy’s only sh0t at having any pussy at all when the the three of us are together. And while it certainly wasn’t the tightest he’s ever felt me (not even close😬), I didn’t hear him complain one tiny little bit. What a trooper. So tell me. Would you love having a go between my legs after my alpha was finished with me? As always, your tips, comments and likes are very much appreciated. 😘
2021-12-15 15:45:25 +0000 UTC View PostThanksgiving fantasy # 3 coming later today. In the meantime, tell me what you want for Christmas little boy. 🎄 😈😏 Great gift to give yourself is 5 vids with my hungg bull for just $20. Normally $10 each. Message me for details or tip $20 on this post and I’ll send to you. 😘
2021-12-07 15:05:57 +0000 UTC View PostI have a little confession to make. Two confessions, actually. The first is this. I love porn. In fact, I actually adore it. That, in and of itself, certainly isn’t a huge news flash. I’m fairly confident that most women love porn. But, up until very recently, what I thought was unique about me was how much I get myself off to the genre tastefully referred to as “g@ngb@ng porn.” So naturally I decided to investigate it. And believe it or not, behavioral scientists have also been researching the reasons behind the amazing allure of this particular genre. Burning questions like why it’s so popular among men in particular have baffled researchers who’d previously believed that males would naturally favor porn with a higher vagina-to-penis ratio. Not vice versa. As it turns out, porn where a single man services multiple females is significantly less popular than where the female is the center of all the delicious action. In fact, the “anti-g@ngb@ng” is a genre of porn that’s so unpopular that it’s almost completely nonexistent. But what’s so fascinating to me about the g@ngb@ng genre isn’t that it’s so popular with male viewers, but rather the crazy level of popularity that it has with female viewers like me. Women get off on watching little sluts being fucked and used like toys by groups of hung men almost as much as male viewers do. Bottom line - the appeal of g@ngb@ng porn is almost universal. And why, you ask? The answer is simple. It’s the natural order. And apparently it can all be traced back to our primitive hunter-gatherer minds. Minds which simply haven’t evolved at the same rapid pace as our societal structure. From the primitive female’s perspective, the phrase “the more, the merrier” wasn’t just a motto. It was just how mating got handled - and mostly ass-up at that. At least that’s how procreation tended to get done right up until the critical point in history where men decided to become property owners and felt they needed to be confident who their chiIdren were when they were making out their wills. Leave it to men to ruin all the fun in favor of something as lame as monogamy! The g@ngb@ng theory of evolution certainly explains the design and function of our amazing little pussies. With the capacity for multiple orgasms and minimal to almost zero refractory peri0d, the pussy is the most perfectly designed party hostess in the universe. The fact is, when a little slut goes into heat, her tight cunt can pretty much outlast an entire village of horny males. And that right there is a sure-fire recipe for ensuring the continuity of our species. And what’s equally as interesting to scientists is how men in particular primarily utilize g@ngb@ng porn. A majority tend to fast forward to the latter part of the videos because what turns them on the most isn’t necessarily the actual fucking. It’s the cumming. And not just the act of it either. Men by and large prefer to see the bitch’s little pussy filled to overflowing with the semen of her friendly male suitors. Another counter-intuitive finding they hadn’t expected. And the reason is because their brains are still on hunter-gatherer time too. Just like ours. So the ultimate bottom line is this. If you’re into g@ngb@ngs, hotwifing or any other smoking hot derivative thereof, you can take a deep breath relax. It’s all good and completely natural. Just be sure to also remember one other little key fact. Your pretty little wife is most assuredly into g@ngb@ngs too😉. Which is the perfect segue to my second confession…. I “may have” reached out to neighbor b0y on thanksgiving day (after my third very full glass of Pinot noir). Incredibly stupid of me, right? After only just ridding myself of the nuisance the little horn-ball was becoming. And in reaching out to the little bastard, I “may have” also asked him to send me a few pictures of some of the other hotties on his college lacrosse team. And the reason I “may have” asked him to do that is because I also “may have” teased the idea of letting him set up our own little g@ngb@ng😬
2021-12-05 18:44:13 +0000 UTC View PostThanksgiving morning fantasy part 2 - continuation from 11/25/21 As we leisurely made our way back to our very well appointed suite, I made certain to allow my pretty new friend (Sabrina) to walk hand and hand with my alpha while I held back to accompany her trepidatious, yet clearly aroused y0ung husband, Jake. Having some experience in these matters, I knew all too well that what he’s about to witness will be utterly life-altering for the both of them. But for him, if not handled properly, the end result of seeing his life partner thoroughly penetrated by a “real man” could be devastating. So I decided to take a quick opportunity to help put him at ease as best as possible. I started by complimenting him on his absolutely amazing body. And in fact, he truly was a specimen. I figured him for around 5’10 or 11, with an amazing chest and a gorgeous smile. The only outward deficiency that I could identify was the baby carrot sized penis between his otherwise sculpted thighs. Next, I assured him that the two of us were about to become very well acquainted over the course of the next couple of hours, and I let him know that I was going to be his personal guide on our little erotic journey together. My kind gesture, however, wasn’t so much out of any sense of concern for Jake’s personal well being, as it was borne from an intense desire to see his y0ung wife absolutely split in two by my alpha. For some inexplicable reason, my cunt was literally dripping down my inner thighs at the very prospect of it. So, naturally, I gathered that seeing this scenario through to the end I desired was going to take a not so insignificant amount of hand holding on my part. And it needed to start with harder to sell of the two parties involved- Jake. Back at the room, my husband graciously freshened everyone’s drink while I took my leave to fluff up the as-of-yet unused bed in the master suite in preparation for the de facto deflowering that, if I had any day in the matter, was undoubtedly about to occur. Visibly uncertain of what to be doing with herself, Sabrina opted to join me in the bedroom. Within moments, this pretty little blonde with girl-next-door looks and a slight southern drawl had already finished the stiff cocktail my husband had given her, and I could easily sense her extreme apprehension toward the events that would undoubtedly be unfolding in short order. “Jake has been my one and only,” she confided in me with a hushed tone. “Up until 15 minutes ago, I didn’t even know that penises like that existed,” she continued in wide-eyed amazement. “I’m honestly not sure that I can do this, I mean physically,” she finished with an almost abject look of horror splayed across her pretty y0ung face. “He’s. Fucking. Huge,” she finished. “Listen,” I said in a calm and reassuring voice as I took her by the hand and sat her down next to me on the edge of the bed. “We obviously aren’t going to do one single thing that you’re not 110% comfortable with, but I definitely suggest that the 5 of us have a little fun and see where things head. If nothing else, you simply have to feel my husband’s mouth on that sweet little pussy of yours.” “And honestly,” I continued with a look of absolute earnestness, “if it weren’t for him getting me ready for my sexy alpha with his amazingly talented tongue, I’m not certain that I would’ve been able to accommodate him the first time we were together either.” This last part was the absolute truth. I remember being so unbelievably nervous about spreading my legs for such endowed bull, but thanks to my sweet hubby, who had thoroughly primed my pussy for my bull, there was no way that I wasn’t at least going to attempt to fit that gorgeous monster inside of me. The rest, as they say, is history, and it was but a mere 15 minutes afterward that the entire floor of our hotel knew this bull owned my pussy. How? Because I was literally screaming those very words at the top of my lungs. Sensing that I’d calmed Sabrina down somewhat, I once again grabbed her by the wrist and prompted her to stand with me. “Let’s go see how the boys are doing,” I coaxed. “I’m guessing their little sausage party could use some female company. And If you wouldn’t mind too terribly I’d love to make out a little with your sexy husband. Does he spend like 6 hours in the gym a day or something?” We both laughed like schooI girIs as the two of us made our way back to the main room. “Hey boys, did you miss us,” I cooed seductively. Locking eyes with my husband, I furtively gestured my desire for him to relinquish his seat on the sofa next to my bull. Guiding Sabrina to her seat, I beckoned my husband to take his place at her feet while I leaned forward to kiss my alpha passionately. “Why don’t you be a dear and show Sabrina what an amazing kisser you are while Scott treats her little cunt to a bit of his magnificent oral,” I said somewhat commandingly to both my sexy men. “I’m going to join Jake over here and see if I can find an ounce of fat somewhere on his chiseled body.” “Listen sexy,” I said looking Jake directly in the eye as I snuggled up next to him on the loveseat. “The five of us are going to have an absolutely amazing afternoon, and that goes doubly for you and your pretty little wife.” With that, I leaned in and kissed him as deeply and passionately as I’d just kissed my y0ung bull while simultaneously resting my right hand on his inner thigh. Pausing our kids briefly, I whispered into his ear how sexy I thought his body was, telling him how lucky Sabrina is that her husband keeps himself in such amazing shape. Jake turned out to be an absolutely amazing kisser, and instinctively my hand began to slowly make its way toward his ridiculously minuscule erection. Upon arrival, I gently and slowly traced the underside with my index finger from its narrow base all the way to its perfectly shaped tip, where I found the tiniest dollop of slippery precum waiting for me. His little fella, which I estimated at approximately 3 and a half inches completely erect, twitched visibly in response. “Mmmmmmmmm,” I cooed softly into his ear in response. “I think your adorable little guy likes me,” I gently teased. “Can I tell you a secret?,” I rhetorically asked quietly into the ear of my new friend as I cupped his entire scrotum and penis in the palm of my hand. “I like the little cutie pie too. A lot in fact. And I am going to take such amazing care of it for you.” “But…,” I continued, pausing momentarily for dramatic effect. “You have to understand something extremely important. Something that I don’t believe my own husband was thoroughly prepared for when he experienced it himself. And sadly for you, I think that it’s probably going to be even worse.” I continued to stroke him gently as I delivered my own patented form of cuckold tough love. “You see,” I continued in as soothing of a voice as I could muster, “once my alpha has re-sized your gorgeous little wife, it’s going to be in excess of a week or so before this little cutie’s going to be able to feel her again.” I tugged gently on his penis as I delivered this last bit of news. A soft groan came from Jake’s lips in reply. From what I could tell, my words were having the somewhat counterintuitive effect of increasing his excitement, and I sensed that I needed to momentarily release his diminutive erection lest he orgasm well in advance of my intentions for him. “Easy there, big fella,” I laughed teasingly. “We definitely don’t want this little pea sh00ter popping off too quickly, now do we?” I had clearly found Jake’s buttons, and I was now intent on pushing them in the way that best guaranteed me getting to watch my alpha sink his every thick and beautiful inch inside of Sabrina. “Let’s take a little break from our fun, shall we, and watch my hubby get your wife’s pretty little cunt ready for my bull.” Looking across the room to the sofa, it was readily apparent that my husband was enjoying his little chore. Sabrina had shifted her bottom to the very edge of the sofa. With each of her feet rested on the coffee table directly behind him, she was grinding her pussy into his face while simultaneously kissing my alpha and feverishly stroking his majestically erect cock. Coincidentally, my husband also happened to be in the process of feverishly stroking a cock - his very own, and I momentarily worried that he might cum in premature fashion as well. “Would you look at that,” I whispered with an unmistakable tone of wonderment into Jake’s ear. “I think your pretty wife has made some new friends,” I laughed. My own gaze was completely transfixed at that point on my alpha’s thick y0ung erection. It looked absolutely beautiful in the loving grip of Sabrina’s palm, and a huge part of me turned green with envy in the moment at the possibility of her having the pleasure of feeling it buried completely inside of her. But, fortunately for her, my jealousy was overcome by the heat of the moment and all of its magnificent potential. At which point I turned my attention back to her sexy husband. “If I was a betting woman,” I cooed into his ear in an almost now hypnotic tone of voice, “I’d wager that you’d seriously love watching Sabrina gag on my bull while I tongue your cute little ball sac, wouldn’t you?” Appropriately, this last question was a bit of a gamble on my part. So to enhance the odds of the outcome I desired, I simultaneously slid my soft palm back underneath his scrotum and pressed the tip of my thumb into the sensitive area of his penis just beneath its head. As another deep groan escaped from his throat in response, I knew it was time to take this little party into the bedroom. Your likes, comments and tips always appreciated! 🙏😘
2021-11-29 04:15:03 +0000 UTC View Post