Saturday’s are meant for staying in bed just a little while longer. My tits are just begging for suckling. Volunteers?
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2021-11-27 16:20:13 +0000 UTC
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Happy thanksgiving, everyone. I hope that you and your families had a safe and festive holiday filled with tons of love and laughter.
I woke up even earlier than I normally would have yesterday, and all the stress and anxiety that washes over a wife who’s entertaining a large group of friends and family for a holiday feast made it impossible to get back to sleep. So I did what any other stressed out wife would do in that situation, you I masturbated. In my experience, I’ve found it to be an amazing sleep aid in these particular circumstances.
While I briefly entertained the notion of straddling my still-sleeping husband’s face to use his talented lips and tongue for this purpose, I ultimately decided to let the poor dear sleep. I needed him rested and in a good mood for the day. I could certainly handle one little desperately needed orgasm without his help.
So I quietly slipped off my panties and began to touch myself.
I have a number of fantasies that I go to when I want to get off as quickly as possible, and none more powerful than the one I relied on this morning. This particular fantasy is so powerful in fact that I almost succeeded in turning it into reality before the pandemic set in. But for a terribly sad and unfortunate set of circumstances it would have definitely happened.
This particular fantasy centers around my inner desire for my husband and me to be completely out and open about our hotwife lifestyle. Maybe it’s the result of my “grass is always greener” mindset, but Ive always felt that living closeted has made it significantly more challenging to achieve the full erotic potential of our marriage. So about three years ago I made the conscious decision to test it out, and I chose one of the safest havens imaginable for my hot little experiment - Temptation Resort.
The plan was simple. Book a room for three people with two queen beds. Those in attendance would be myself, my husband, and our y0ung alpha bull, who we’d agreed to host as the resort for an entire week. It was going to be epic.
But alas, it simply wasn’t meant to be. Which leaves the entire scenario soundly within the realm of my twisted imagination.
This morning as my fingertips danced across my swollen clitoris, I allowed my mind to drift off to one very specific situation that I’ve played over and over in my mind a thousand times before. I even have a name for it. “Afternoon by the pool.” And it begins like this…
After a late brunch on our first morning at the resort, the three of us decide to make our way down to the pool for a bit of sun and a few cocktails. As my husband is frantically rummaging through his luggage for a swimsuit, he begins to panic at the prospect that he’s forgotten to pack it (Little does he know that I went out of my way to unpack it before our departure😊). Sensing his anxiety, I calmly reassure him that he has absolutely nothing to be anxious about. We’re at Temptation, after all!!! He can simply go nude at the pool.
To make him feel more comfortable with the situation, I agree to also forego wearing a bathing suit, as does my sexy y0ung alpha. And, somewhat reluctantly, my Uber-modest husband finally agrees.
In my mind, our little three-party stroll down to the pool is one of the proudest moments that a sexy hotwife can experience. Not only am I accompanied by my sweet and loving husband, who obviously adores me with all his heart, but I’m also flanked on my other side by my fit and sexy y0ung lover whose soft penis is swinging to and fro between his legs like a cannon.
As we make our way onto the already crowded pool deck, I immediately sense that the three of us are now unmistakably the center of attention. And with good reason. Even at a place as open and overtly sexual as Temptation, the presence of a hotwife couple accompanied by their bull is still probably a relatively rare occurrence. As a result, we instantly become the most interesting people at the resort.
To my trained eye, I can immediately sense that all eyes, both male and female, are firmly transfixed on my bull’s menacing penis. Almost in complete unison, approximately 45 hyper-sexed women lower their sunglasses ever so subtly as the tips of their moist tongues glide effortlessly across their upper lips. The men, on the other hand, shift uncomfortably in their chaises as they realize the apex predator has finally made his way to the watering hole.
At this point, the fantasy branches off into several different yet equally powerful directions. This morning, however, involves a somewhat innocent-looking y0unger couple who we’ve sidled up next to at the pool lounge to order our first round of cocktails. They too are completely nude. Her body is petite, yet somehow soft and curvy in all of the right places. And her natural breasts are an absolute perfect size C.
Some small talk ensues, sparked by my anxiously chatty husband, and before long we learn that this also happens to be their first day at the resort. At about that time, her husband, who appears to be in his early 30s and in fairly good shape, swivels his barstool in my direction. It’s exactly at that point when I fully realize my pretty new friend’s dire predicament. Her husband’s penis is barely visible. So small is it, in fact, that it makes my husband’s look enormous by comparison, and I can easily sense my hubby’s palpable relief at the sight of it.
But it’s not my husband that this y0ung wife is the most curious about. Not surprisingly, it’s my alpha. Her eyes light up as I describe our relationship and how my alpha fulfills the small handful of womanly needs that my sweet husband simply can’t. And whether it’s the sun, the alcohoI or the multitude of glistening nude bodies populating the poolside, the conversation quickly escalates. Within a matter of minutes after our introduction, she spits out the $60,000 question.
“What does something like that even feel like?” she asks in an almost mesmerized tone of voice.
“You can’t even imagine,” I reply with a wide-eyes laugh. “It’s the type of penetration that you need to feel for yourself to even believe. And that’s just when he sticks it inside of you. Once he actually starts to fuck you with it…. Holy fucking shit!!!.” I say this all very matter of factly in front of both our intently listening husbands.
It’s roughly at that point where I motion my bull to come position himself between the two of us at the bar with his back to the pool. Leaning forward to glance around my sexy little new friend, I make eye contact with her cute but micro-dicked husband to politely ask if he minds me introducing his pretty wife to my bull’s Jurassic sized alpha cock. Clearly experiencing an internal conflict over his decision, he finally relents and signals his reluctant agreement.
Immediately shifting my gaze back to his inquisitive y0ung wife, I say (absolutely beaming, I might add) “You simply have to feel for yourself how thick and heavy it is.” And with that, I grab her by the wrist and maneuver her tiny palm underneath my alpha’s large and very virile scrotum. “Can you feel the heft of those huge balls,” I ask her in a now somewhat hushed tone as I reach to position her other palm at the base of his thick shaft.
“Oh. My. God.” is all that she can muster in response. And without even realizing her own actions, this sexy little wife begins to instinctively stroke my alpha toward an inevitable erection with one hand while gently cradling his large cum- filled ball sac in the other.
In my fantasy I can literally smell her curious little cunt lubricating itself in anticipation of accommodating my bull, and I instinctively react with a competitive snarl. In a matter of minutes she’s descended from rational human being to depraved whore, and her husband’s unease with the situation is clearly apparent.
But I also realize that, as his wife tenderly and surreptitiously strokes my bull beneath the bar, he’s also shifted in his stool so as to conceal what I assume to be his embarrassingly tiny erection.
It’s at that exact point that I realize this little serendipitous encounter must continue. But to avoid getting us all forcibly removed from the resort, it must do so back in the private confines of our suite.
To be continued 😉
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2021-11-26 14:41:19 +0000 UTC
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Happy Thanksgiving 🦃🍁
2021-11-25 19:02:38 +0000 UTC
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Sometimes sending your amazing Fans a quick vid is worth running late to work. I mean, who is going to be at the office anyway??
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2021-11-24 13:44:12 +0000 UTC
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Are you having a good Saturday so far? Please “like”all my posts, when you do, lmk and ill send you a hot DM.
2021-11-06 20:59:39 +0000 UTC
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As promised, here are some of the texts between Chrissy and my husband. As well as a little update on my attempted breakup with neighbor b0y.
Chrissy: question 7 is funny af. Can’t believe you answered yes to that😈
Hubby: I’m trying to be honest with this stuff. Should I change it?
C: definitely not!
C: your wife literally has no fucking clue how lucky she is, does she
H: I’m torn
C: don’t I know it lol
C: keep it the way it is! That’s an order, mister😉
C: bc I agree that you need to be totally open with Joann
C: which leads me to question 32😏
C: specifically, why didn’t you answer it? Or did you just not answer it on what you sent to me?
H: honestly? I don’t think I’m going to answer that one at all
C: Ha. Bc we both know the answer’s “B”. Just mark it down and send it back to joann.
[82 minutes later]
C: It’s definitely not a bad answer. If my husband could answer B to that question, we wouldn’t be having our own set of problems.
H: okay. I will
H: thank you btw. You always make me feel better
C: I know what makes you tick. Even more than Katerina.
H: we’re about to head out to dinner. I’ll catch up with you later.
H: I answered B to 32 and sent it back to Joann btw.
C: good boy!
Katerina: 😡
Most of this took place after I posted the other day. The bottom line is I need to see a copy of this questionnaire. I emailed Joann yesterday afternoon and asked her for a copy. Told her I thought that seeing the questions might make our next few sessions more productive. No response yet.
In the meantime, I decided to “break up” with neighbor b0y by text. Rude, perhaps. But, as hot and taboo as it is (aka “my wheelhouse”), it needs to end. I honestly thought he’d have a little more dignity about it. He blew up my phone all through the night. I no sh!t had 16 texts from him when I woke up this morning.
His last text said he’s “willing to compromise” with one more hook-up. Just for closure, he said. Says he needs it. Not sure what to do. I never got the sense he felt any attachment until yesterday. And now he seems a little clingy and obsessed.
2021-11-03 01:39:47 +0000 UTC
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A lot of people have asked me to explain the appeal of younger men, as if it’s not entirely self-explanatory lol. Honestly though, the primary attraction for me is simply that they’re in their sexual prime. I think it’s just common sense that pre-menopausal women are going to be most attracted to the type of male that’s the likeliest to achieve a super firm erection, as well as have both the energy and stamina to put it to good use. Call it female reproductive instinct. And trust me, just being found attractive by a sexy male in his prime is about as intoxicating as it gets for a middle aged wife.
But it can also be a little weird letting someone y0ung enough to be your son pull your hair and smack your ass while your tight pussy is about to send him over the edge. But even so, the taboo aspect of it enhances the experience way more than it detracts from it. Personally, knowing that I’m easily old enough to be my bull’s mother is one of the things that gets me so fucking wet for him. Maybe it’s a maternal in some way, who the fuck knows. But I love it.
And there’s also a huge part of me that totally gets off on my husband seeing a hot y0ung bull fully aroused just for me. Especially one with a huge set of balls that he’s hell bent on emptying inside of my hubby’s sweet little wife.
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2021-11-02 01:09:52 +0000 UTC
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Just trying on my Halloween costume. What are you up to? I’ll be posting more vids later. Comment and like so I know you want to see more. I promise you won’t be disappointed 😏
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2021-10-28 21:59:29 +0000 UTC
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Sorry for the delay in my posts. This was meant to be posted a couple days ago.
So I met with Jessica this week to go over my bIoodwork. She said my hormones are definitely a little chaotic right now, but part of it could be because of where I am in my cycle - which is very close to ovuIation. In support of Dr. JoAnn’s suspicions, Jessica said that I could very well be hitting my last reproductive peak before finally “crossing over” into menopause.
Jessica’s obviously not a trained therapist, but she did ask if I’ve been engaging in any risky behavior lately that she doesn’t already know about. So I of course told her how I’ve been tossing my dirty panties into the neighbor b0y’s, which made her laugh hysterically. She made certain at that point to confirm his “adult” so as to not have to report me to the authorities.
We chatted for a while, just catching up. Despite our age difference, I really connect with her. So I offhandedly suggested we head out on a girls-only trip soon. Since my fallout with Mimi, I don’t really have a BFF to do that sort of stuff with anymore, and I frankly miss it. A lot. And while she’s definitely not as crazy as Mimi, that’s probably for the best. In any event, she at least feigned interest in having a little getaway with me soon, and even suggesting doing a weekend between Halloween and thanksgiving before stuff gets too busy with the holidays. She doesn’t exactly know it yet, but I’m going to block out a little itinerary today and email it to her tomorrow.
On the neighbor b0y front, I’m cutting it off. Blowing and fucking him in my gym parking lot like we’ve been doing is just getting way too risky, even for me. And maybe I’m just being paranoid, but I feel like maybe the lady who busted me wiping cum off my tits a couple weeks ago turned me in to management, because the front desk workers have been smirking at me lately. But even more importantly, I really do want to patch things up with hubby, and getting caught letting the neighbor b0y nut in me behind his back would more likely than not land me in divorce court. Bottom line - I simply need to put an end to it. Now.
So……. Here’s the plan. I’ve decided to m33t him at a hotel next weekend while I’m supposedly “out shopping.” I’m going to give him an afternoon that he’ll never forget, break it off with him gently, and then take his creampie home with me for a Netflix and chill night with hubby (another completely despicable guilty pleasure of mine).
Should be a piece of cake.
Oh, and the wager this year on tomorrow’s Packers Bears game is a blowjob in Raef’s office. The best part. Hubby will be watching on FaceTime. And yes, we’re factoring in the spread on this one. And no, hubby won’t know about our little bet until he gets the call from Raef - but that’s only if the Bears somehow manage to cover. Otherwise, I’m getting myself a sparkly new Whoop fitness watch.
And who knows, if the mix of people at Raef’s condo tomorrow has the right chemistry, maybe I’ll have a hot little post for Monday.
There you have it!!!
2021-10-18 14:12:30 +0000 UTC
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I do sometimes feel a little bad about making my husband sleep in one of the guest rooms when we get the rare opportunity to entertain a bull for one or more overnights. But let’s face it. Even in a king-size bed, sleeping three people comfortably is extremely difficult.
So, when it’s finally time to call it a day, I like to tuck hubby into bed and give him a sweet little goodnight kiss on the cheek before going to take my place in the master bedroom with my bull.
My instructions to hubby are usually the same each and every time. The door will be locked until morning. And just to be safe, I always advise that he turn his white noise to the highest volume setting.
Usually up to that point in the day, everything has been so crazy and frenetically paced that’s it’s nice to get a little quiet time with my bull. In fact, oftentimes it’s nothing more than just that. And many nights we might just cuddle up with one another and chat a bit before drifting off to a well earned and blissful slumber. But regardless, I always make certain to clean the day off my bull’s penis as the night cap. I do it slowly and tenderly, and if, on the chance my feminine attention leads to an erection, I’ll gladly service it for him.
But, if I’m being completely honest, what I really love is leaving my bull hanging at bedtime. Because the absolute best sex ever is when he wakes up horny in the middle of the night and takes full and absolute ownership over my pussy. And even though it’s unlikely that I’ll orgasm from such an encounter, there’s just something about being ravished by a bull while I’m half asleep.
And one of the absolute guiltiest pleasures for this little hotwife is bringing my husband a mug of coffee the very next morning with my bull running down my inner thighs.
I like to sweetly apologize if we woke him and let him know that I’m heading to the shower to clean my bull’s nut from my pussy and that he’s free to come join me if he’d like to assist.
“Unless, that is,” I say, “you’d prefer to take care of it for me right here and now. And I always wink when I say it.
To date, he’s declined to eat me out each and every time. But stay tuned. Because you just never know…
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2021-10-14 02:18:22 +0000 UTC
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There are certain things that are so erotic to me that it’s difficult to even describe their impact. Other that is, than to say that they immediately soak my pussy for a bull. There’s one such instance in fact that I wouldn’t even be aware of it weren’t for my husband’s boss, Raef.
The scenario itself is a rather simple one to set up. Raef, Sanja, my hubby and me were all together in a downtown hotel room after some big fundraiser. Raef and Sanja had also booked their own room, but I (in all my amazing foresight) had directed hubby to book us a a suite with two kings, just in case there was a possibility of having a fun little sleepover. That way, we’d have two completely separate beds in case some of the guests wanted to actually get some sleep.
When we invited Raef and Sanja back to the room for a quick “night cap,” I honestly wasn’t certain that things would escalate sexually. It was already easily after 2 am, and everyone pretty much seemed ready to call it a night.
Well, everyone except Raef, that is.
Sanja and Raef were sitting together on the sofa while hubby and I were in our room changing into some more comfortable. I had stripped down to just my panties and thrown on a long t-shirt, while hubby put on some cute pajamas I’d just given him as an early Christmas present.
When we walked back out into the main room, Raef gave us both a look of abject disappointment.
“What the fuck is this shit, JD?,” he said laughing. “I thought you were in there eating your wife’s pussy and getting it ready for this,” he followed up from his perch on the sofa while simultaneously grabbing his crotch.
This time it was Sanja who laughed. “If he won’t get that little slut ready for you, I definitely will,” she graciously chimed.
“No, no, no… I think not,” Raef replied. “It’s a husband’s duty to get his wife ready for her alpha bull, isn’t that right JD?”
Without even bothering to wait for my husband’s reply, Raef continued. “Plus, you know I like my sluts to have bare tits when they suck my cock, so get that damn t-shirt the fuck off of her.”
I was a bit shocked by Raef’s tone. I mean, I knew that he sometimes bullied my husband around, which had always angered me in the past. But this was the very first time that I’d ever personally heard him doing it. And it wasn’t making me angry in the very least.
Not even bothering to check for my husband’s reaction, I dutifully raised my arms to accommodate Raef’s command. I was more than ready to have my tits bared if it meant getting my stud into my mouth.
Somewhat to my surprise, hubby offered no verbal objection to this treatment whatsoever and simply did as he was told by his gorgeous y0ung boss. I remember Sanja giggling at hubby’s submissiveness to her boyfriend. And I’m fairly confident this was all making her just as wet for Raef as it was me.
And that’s when Raef turned up the heat another notch.
“I think wife’s panties might be a little wet, JD,” he laughed.
I instinctively reacted by bending forward to check for myself. Sure enough, there was a tiny wet patch in the front that was clearly visible to my bull.
“Oh my goodness,” Sanja exclaimed with exaggerated delight. “I think she might like you a little, baby,” she giggled as she ran her fingers through the hair at the base of his skull.
“What she likes is this,” he responded, again grabbing his crotch in emphasis. “You should probably just go ahead get her out of those panties, JD. It doesn’t really look like she wants to keep them on anyway, now does it.”
Without missing so much as a single heartbeat, hubby hooked his fingers into the delicate waistband and began slowly sliding them over my hips.
The electric feeling of having my husband render me completely nude for my bull to breed at his pleasure completely defies description. Every nerve on my body was on fire for Raef by this point.
“Be a good boy and bend your wife over the bed for us. We definitely want a better view of her of her tight pussy,” Raef said with a very stern and commanding tone.
Without so much as bothering to even wait an instant for my husband’s direction, I quickly turned around and bent over the bed, resting all of my weight on my elbows and elevating my ass for Raef.
“Oh, she’s nice and ready to go, JD.” I bet you’re one proud husband,” Raef laughed.
His words caused my pussy lips to flower open ever so slightly. I could literally feel it happen.
“Why don’t you give us a better view,” Raef directed at my husband. “Spread those ass cheeks wide apart for us, JD. We want to see right up into that tight, little pink cunt of hers.”
I turned my head back as I felt my husband exposing my most intimate region to my bull and couldn’t help but notice the small tent growing in my husband’s pajama bottoms. The pervert was getting aroused playing our hot little game of Simon says. And seeing the unmistakable evidence of his adorable, little erection was exactly what I needed to let go completely that night.
And I wasn’t the only one who noticed it either. “Mmmmmm, I think he might be into this almost as much as his pretty little wife,” Sanja remarked with a guffaw.
“Oh, he most definitely is,” Raef confidently noted, as though hubby weren’t even in the same room. “Some men are just wired to offer their wife’s pussy to her bulls, I guess.”
And with that, Raef proceeded with what can only be described as one of the more epic plunders of another man’s wife as may exist in the annals of history, leaving my unfaithful pussy a completely stretched and filthy mess. And I ncidentally, that story, including the part about what he commanded my husband to do for Sanja the very morning before checking out, is every bit as hot to me.
I. Absolutely. Love. My. Life.
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2021-10-11 14:58:45 +0000 UTC
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Jamarcus flash forward
I could tell from the light through the window that dawn had just broken. I looked across the bed at my husband. He was still fast asleep. I quickly identified the noise that had roused me from my sleep. It was the unmistakable squeak from Jamarcus’s crutches, and it was coming from the end of the hallway. I automatically just assumed that he’d gotten up to use the restroom, but as the faint squeaks gradually grew louder, I realized that J was making his way toward our bedroom.
“What the fuck?” I thought to myself. “He wouldn’t dare….” I bit my lower lip ever so slightly as I let the thought about what Jamarcus might possibly be daring trail away. Now fully awake, and still in the clutches of the perpetual state of arousal that had gripped me tightly for the last three weeks, I feverishly began to hope that my bull was feeling brazen enough to take my pussy right underneath my husband’s sleeping nose.
“Brazen, indeed,” I quipped under my breath as I saw his massive silhouette appear in our doorway. Leaving his crutches by the door, J gingerly creeped around the bed and quietly crawled underneath the covers behind me. Up until the last week or so I’d still been able to sleep on my back relatively comfortably, but lately I’d only been able to sleep on my side facing hubby.
As he snuggled in behind my warm little body, I could instantly feel his long thick penis ease its way gently between my soft ass cheeks. The b0y was ready to party.
“What the fuck are you doing?!,” I sternly whispered over my shoulder, grinning in disbelief. “John is sleeping less than four feet away. This is crazy!”
“Relax baby,” J replied cooly. “Your man knows this pussy all mine. That why he wear that cage when I’m here. And if he’s got a problem, he free to go sleep in one the other 8 bedrooms.”
He was right about one thing. J definitely owned my pussy on our little sleepovers. But this particular scenario was entirely different. J wasn’t here for our “playtime,” as we called it. He was literally doing his post-surgery rehab at our house, because my husband wanted to make sure that his prize defensive end not miss even a single game of the upcoming playoffs.
“He’s not even wearing his cage right now,” I whispered through my teeth. But it was too late. Jamarcus had already committed to consummating this little encounter. And frankly, while I remained intent on at least giving off the appearance of unwillingness, my pussy had a mind entirely of its own these days. And it was firmly in line with Jamarcus.
“Quit playin’. You know you want this dick up in you, bitch.” he queried as he grabbed me by my wrist and placed my hand on his thick erection. It never ceased to amaze me how something so large could completely engorge itself in no time flat.
“Fuuuuuuck. I do goddammit,” I responded immediately.
And with that, I was now fully compliant, both mind and body, in J’s pursuit for pussy.
“Help me get these panties off at least,” I said imploringly. It wasn’t as though I was far enough along to not be able to handle the task on my own, but it would’ve meant releasing his mammoth erection long enough to accomplish it, and that was something I wasn’t willing to do.
Lifting my hips ever so slightly, j made quick work of the assignment, leaving me completely nude between him and my still, as of yet, sleeping husband.
A woman can instinctively tell when her cunt is wet and swollen enough to accommodate a beast like the one on Jamarcus. I knew I was ready for my bull. So, shifting my hips ever so slightly, I positioned the tip of his bare penis at my opening. Needing no further encouragement from me, J began to slowly ease his thickness into me, inch by exquisite inch. I found myself biting my lip yet again, this time hard.
Concealing the effects of being penetrated by J from my husband was never easy under the best of circumstances. But if I was going to allow my lover to complete his underhanded little objective without alerting my husband to his presence, it was going to require a monumental effort on my part. One I wasn’t even remotely certain I was capable of.
For its part, my tight married pussy offered zero resistance on John’s behalf. Quite to the contrary, it was gleefully giving my bull the red carpet treatment, and it wasn’t long before I felt my lover at the hilt.
For what seemed like eons, j held himself in place with the tip of his penis lodging itself firmly into the entry of my cerv!x. The slight discomfort from such a thorough invasion only seemed to enhance the exquisite sensations that come from having my most intimate parts stretched and owned by my bull. Without even realizing it, I was already on the precipice of orgasm. Instinctively, I reached between my legs to cradle Jamarcus’s heavy sack, drawing his massive testicles upward and into direct contact with my inflamed clitoris.
Instantly, my body was racked by an earth-shattering climax. I clenched my teeth as my mind unleashed a psyonic scream I feared might rouse my husband. And for what seemed like an eternity, I experienced wave upon wave of cataclysmic orgasm in complete silence.
As the cascades began to slowly abate, I could literally sense the smirk across Jamarcus’s face. He genuinely loved bringing me to climax in the presence of my husband, and this time had been no exception. The fact I’d somehow managed to experience it in absolute silence only enhanced his delight. I let out a long sigh, which signaled the return of my higher functions.
It was now time for Jamarcus to get his.
As he began to slowly pulse his hips, I knew this would not be the typical animal-like fucking J was so adept at giving me. Stealth was in order. Deciding that we’d pressed our luck enough to this point, I clenched my cheating cunt around his shaft, intent on quickly coaxing its ejaculation.
“Damn, bitch. Yo pussy want this nut,” J astutely noted.
“It does for sure, stud,” I cooed in reply. “Now give your bitch what she needs so she can get her ass back to sleep for another hour,” I laughingly quipped.
With that, Jamarcus began to pick up his rhythm. And in no time flat, my vagina milked my bull of his huge, virile load.
Jamarcus lay quietly, his spent penis still lodged inside of me and slowly softening. He removed his hand from the swollen and tender breast that he’d been clutching tightly throughout his orgasm and gently placed it on my growing belly.
And then, in a state of complete contentment, we both drifted off next to a still-sleeping John.
2021-10-09 16:27:33 +0000 UTC
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Who is ready for another Jamarcus installment tomorrow? I’ve been busy. Hope you find it worth the wait.
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2021-10-09 01:59:57 +0000 UTC
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I had a solo session with our marriage counselor today over zoom.
She asked to do this last week. Said it was to assess the impetus in what she described as my quasi-reckless behavior.
She articulated that, as between my husband and myself, it’s my behavior that is creating the most tension in our relationship. That’s not to say there aren’t other factors at play, but she thinks there may be some benefit in determining whether there’s a possible physical/hormonal component to it.
The call was scheduled as a 50 minute session and ended up lasting almost two full hours.
Her assessment is that (although she was careful to emphasize that she’s not a practicing physician) I’m potentially in a phase of life called “peri-menopause.” Which, for some women, can last up to a decade or more before menopause finally kicks in. She explained that there can be a massive hormonal change in a female during this phase of life. For some women it can be a reproductive time bomb linked directly with her biological clock - resulting in mammoth periodic surges of reproductive hormones. And those surges can be very trying on even the best marriages.
She described assisting one of her other married couples through this transition several years ago. She says that it’s very common for a healthy female at mid-life to experience a spike in testosterone, the hormone that drives sex in both biological genders. In some women (such as her prior patient), the hunt for sex that often coincides with this spike can become a waking obsession, fostering desire so incredibly intense that the female (married, single or anywhere in between) will look for sexual encounters with almost any individual that she finds attractive.
What’s somewhat odd about this condition is that it can persist throughout the female’s entire cycle but become hyper intense during ovuIation.
All of this, she emphasized, can become especially problematic when the male spouse is simply unable to keep up with his wife’s skyrocketing libido. And for the wife, the feeling of being so out of control and under the power of her baser impulses can have significant psychological consequences.
She said that, if I wouldn’t mind, she’d like to have my hormone levels checked and requested that I set up an appointment with my OBGYN for some bloodw0rk. Bottom line- she said that Knowing whether there’s some biological component to what’s driving a woman’s destructive behavior can often be a relief to both partners in the marriage.
At the end of our session She acknowledged that adopting a hotwife lifestyle as a means of coping with this change in the marital paradigm can certainly be a healthy way of addressing the needs of the wife. But it obviously requires having the fully-informed consent of the husband, which by definition also means no secret liaisons or other types of deception that can undercut the trust that’s essential to maintaining a marriage.
In terms of triage, if the primary goal is reestablishing that trust, I need to come clean with hubby. She acknowledged that it will likely be extremely uncomfortable, but it’s essential.
We’re doing it on Thursday at her office.
Gulp!
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2021-10-05 03:57:33 +0000 UTC
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New Malibustrings suit just came. Thank you to the special friend who bought it for me. Your private vid is coming soon. (Message me!)
I think some fun is going to be had in this suit in the very near future. So for those of you missing Instagram and Facebook today, stick around. Let’s have some fun here. 😈
2021-10-04 19:14:17 +0000 UTC
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There are huge changes coming to this country, and the leadership in our church and the Republican Party are loathe to admit it. It’s not discussed much in the media yet, but let me assure you - it’s every bit as paradigm-shifting as climate change; maybe even more so. And you can say that you heard it here first.
Here it is.
In the coming decade, absent a civil war resulting in a Taliban-like caliphate government (a real possibility, in my estimation), this entire country will become female-led (just like my marriage).
The problem for men right now is education. They’re simply not valuing it enough to get it. This year, for the first time in history, 60% of enrolled college undergraduates are female!!! Sixty fucking percent!
Let that sink in for a moment.
As this trend continues, which it most certainly will, the locus of both economic and political power will shift toward the gender with the tight little vaginas. And as that happens, I predict that women will begin to embrace cuckolding, all the way to the point that it becomes an established institution. Females will begin openly enjoying the freedom to both marry pussy-eating, empathetic, chiId-rearing, stay at home beta males, while also maintaining a stable of y0unger alpha bulls with mule cocks to offer up their cunts to when the need strikes for an aggressive fucking by a real man.
Simply put: utopia.
And at cocktail parties, wives will openly discuss the creampie cleaning skills of their husbands and compare their their chastity cage models and sizes.
“Sweetie, why don’t you discreetly show Bridgette and Jim the CB3000 I just bought you for our anniversary.”
“Oh my, Katerina, it’s exquisite! Those diamonds around the O-ring are absolutely stunning. I simply have to get one for Jim. Please tell me where you got it”
“I went to Jared. The one at Water Tower has about a dozen styles to choose from, and it just seems soooooo much more practical than another Patek phillipe watch, don’t you think!”
So, unless there’s some gigantic sea change event that occurs in the near future, the future of this country is looking bright as fuck. At least in my humble opinion.
And don’t forget- you heard it here first😊
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2021-10-03 19:31:14 +0000 UTC
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My friends on autorenew, check your DM’s Those not on autorenew yet, it’s not to late. 😉. Hope this little vid brightens your day 😁
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2021-09-30 18:37:17 +0000 UTC
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Texts with neighbor b0y from this morning:
Me: Thank God for tinted windows LOL!!!
Him: That lady totally busted us getting out of your backseat
Me: No worries. I’ve seen her working out before, but I don’t know her.
Me: And speaking of busting, mister…. we need to figure something out bc your pull out game sucks and you’re way too y0ung to be a babi-daddy lol
Him: My bad😈Just hard pulling out of that tight pussy. I’ll do better next time tho. Promise
Me: You better, asshole!
Him: Get that MILF pussy on the pill for me!
Me: I wish. My body doesn’t like it.
Me: I do love feeling you leaking into my panties though😍
Me: They’re already a complete mess btw. I brought a clean pair but don’t want to change.
Me: Need to figure out how to tell hubby about us! I think he would love hearing me scream your name😈
Him: that would be weird aF. But definitely hot.
Me: Maybe I should bring it up at our next therapy sesh😆
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2021-09-29 23:33:53 +0000 UTC
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For my newer followers. Below is my sixth installment of my fictional story Jamarcus. All the stories are here in this feed. You’ll just need to scroll back to catch up. Thanks! Please let me know your thoughts. Tips always appreciated 🙏
As I picked myself up and dusted myself off, hubby began to come around.
“Sweetheart, are you okay? Why are you laying here like this?”
As he sat up, his eyes opened to lock onto mine, and I was immediately reminded that I was almost completely nude and still a complete mess from my night with Jamarcus. I covered my breasts out of a reflexive sense of modesty and kneeled down beside my husband.
“Sweetie,” I said, bringing my voice down to a whisper. “I don’t know what if anything that you might have witnessed last night, but you have understand something. None of this is about us or our marriage. I swear to God, baby. It’s just that something happened at the cove the other day. Something that made me realize I needed to step up to protect our daughter. Walk with me to the cove and let me explain,” I implored.
My husband listened quietly as I explained my actions as we walked to the cove. I explained how Jamarcus had stumbled upon Steph and me bathing, and how Steph’s nude body had seemed to spontaneously awaken an arousal in Jamarcus. I quickly clarified that Jamarcus had done nothing untoward or inappropriate at the cove that day. His body simply responded in a way that any healthy y0ung man might. But even so, I explained to hubby that the incident had been a wake up call.
“Sweetheart,” I said grabbing him by his hand and stopping abruptly on the trail to face him. “You have to understand something.” My eyes got large in emphasis of my next point. “Steph and Marty haven’t told anyone else this yet, baby, but they’d just started trying to have a baby before we came on this trip. She had her IUD removed about a month beforehand.” It was at this point that I seized on the opportunity to put the entire situation in the proper perspective. “Baby,” I continued, “our daughter is literally in her prime reproductive years right now and on zero birth control.”
I searched my husband’s face desperately looking for some semblance of understanding.
Not completely satisfied with his response, I went on. “Honey, are you following what I’m saying? This thing with Jamarcus has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with us or our marriage. Sweetheart, I love you sooooooo much, and I swear on my own life that I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me,” I finished.
My eyes darted back and forth between his. I was desperately trying to gauge some reaction in his expression, but all I could glean was what seemed to be an immense sadness.
“I watched the two of you last night,” he replied after several seconds of silence, his voice shaking. “I mean as much as I possibly could,” he clarified. “But even as dark as it was, I still had a pretty clear picture of how much you seemed to really enjoy it.” With this last sentence his voice trailed off, and he quickly looked away. I could see his eyes begin to well with tears, and my heart broke. I had to find a way to explain what my husband had witnessed.
“Baby, you have to understand something,” I said pleadingly. “Look at me, sweetheart,” I said taking his face into my palms and redirecting his gaze toward mine. “A woman’s body isn’t always in complete alignment with her heart and mind. Listen to what I’m telling you. There is absolutely nothing about Jamarcus that even remotely attracts me to him on an emotional level. Not one thing, I swear to God!”
Then, at the risk of undermining any goodwill I’d somehow managed to regain up to that point, I went on.
“But you have to understand something, sweetheart. Jamarcus’s penis is absolutely gargantuan; completely unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. When it was fully inside of me last night, it triggered something. Something primitive. I’m not even kidding when I tell you that my brain completely shut itself off. That woman last night wasn’t me. I mean, it was obviously me in a physical sense, but I wasn’t completely conscious at that point. I swear, baby, I was operating on pure instinct.”
“That might all be true,” my husband immediately shot back at me, “but it doesn’t change the fact that you fucking came harder than I’ve ever seen in our 30 years of marriage!”
My husband now had tears running down both of his cheeks. He had seen, or at least heard, the cataclysmic orgasm that had ripped though my body the moment Jamarcus had inseminated me the night before. Instinctively, I reached out to embrace him. I knew there were no words that could explain my body’s response to Jamarcus. But maybe I could somehow show him that there was no other man who could hold a candle to him where my heart was concerned.
That was when, as I held my husband tight against my bare breasts, I felt the unmistakable evidence of an erection. To my utter astonishment, my husband was exhibiting his first non-viagra assisted erection in almost a decade!
This, I quickly determined, presented a golden opportunity, but I was faced with a massive dilemma. My vagina was still swimming with a copious load Jamarcus’s semen. I needed to make a snap decision, and I chose to go with the moment.
2021-09-26 20:59:56 +0000 UTC
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A little tease for your Saturday. More later. 😈
2021-09-25 16:35:06 +0000 UTC
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2021-09-22 13:37:13 +0000 UTC
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Holy fucking shit. The testosterone that courses through the veins of a 20 year-old is next fucking level. It’s literally been decades since I’ve been with anyone that y0ung, but I won’t be making that mistake again.
Even Just getting into his house undetected by my chiIdren was exciting. I told my kiddos that I was headed to the gym and had him m33t me in the parking lot. Then he drove me back to his place where we entered the house from the garage. I made a huge production of putting my head on his lap when we got close, just in case one of my K!ds happened to be looking out the window at the time. He fucking loved it.
Like any gentleman, he kindly offered me something to drink, to which I responded by seductively snuggling in close to him, gently cradling his huge balls from outside of his shorts and cooing into his ear “only what you’ve been saving up for me in these.” I came ready to get down to business, and I wanted to drive that point home. His eyes lit up, and his reply (“there’s a pretty good chance you’ll be drinking that out of your own pussy then”) sent a jolt from my brain directly to my cunt. I obviously love doing that for my bulls.
Within a matter of minutes the two of us were standing in his living room kissing, with my sports bra and yoga pants littering the floor. Somehow, my new hot friend was still fully clothed, which was a problem that I was determined to rectify as quickly as possible. At 6’3ish, this stud towered over me. He didn’t waste any time probing my inner thighs with his fingers and was visibly delighted to find me already completely soaked for him. He grinned ear to ear at me as he joked that he was happy we weren’t going to need to raid his mom’s KY Jelly stash. I reflexively called him a fucking asshole and pushed him in the general direction of the sofa, where he happily took a seat while simultaneously sniffing the scent of my cunt from his fingertips. I dutifully took my place on my knees at his feet.
“Your pussy smells amazing” was all he said to me as he lifted his hips to allow me to pull his shorts down to his ankles. I’m certain he noticed my eyes were as big as saucers when his perfect erection came into view. “Oh my….” I gasped with pure adoration. “Aren’t you quite the big b0y” I continued praisingly while ever so gently tracing the tip of my index finger from the precum glistening head of his penis all the way to its base before gently cradling his scrotum in my hand. He twitched almost vioIently in response to this. That was when it dawned on me that men his age don’t just get horny like bulls in their 30’s and 49’s. For them, their off the chart arousal levels are almost a painfuI affliction. As much a curse to them as it is a blessing.
“You poor thing,” I cooed, sensing his agony. “Fortunately for you, momma has just what you need to make it all better,” I said as I took the base of him firmly in my other hand and directed him toward my cherry red lips (and yes, I referred to myself as momma lol). “Starting with this,” I continued as I leaned forward slightly and gently kissed and licked his urethra tasting the pristine dollop of precum that awaited me. With a string of it still connecting my lower lip to the tip, I locked eyes with him before taking the entire bulbous tip into my mouth and pressing my tongue firmly into the sensitive area just beneath. Making this stud moan as I held my mouth on that exact spot and rhythmically massaged him with the tip of my tongue sent a second jolt to my pussy. At that point, I let the hand that had been holding him by his nuts fall between my legs where I began feverishly touching myself.
Not being a novice in the felatio department, I could clearly tell that this penis, twitching and oozing precum as it was, was on a hair trigger. A veritable Vesuvius circa just around 78AD. So, like a good woman, I resigned myself to the fact that this stud wouldn’t survive more than two seconds in my pussy and girded myself for what needed to be done. Releasing him just long enough to tell him that I wanted his first load in my mouth, I began to suck on him in earnest.
The eruption from the tip of his penis that followed about 20 seconds afterward was fucking seismic. I no shit think this kid fed me more than a quart of semen, and I swallowed every last single fucking drop of it for him. The impressiveness of the feat was compounded three-fold by the fact that his orgasm had somehow triggered a massive one of my own. I literally made myself cum by making him cum, and coordinating my periodic swallows with wave after wave of mind blowing climax was no easy task. But I did it😊
It was when he finally pushed on my forehead and recoiled his hips to indicate the hypersensitivity of his penis that I reluctantly let him slip from my mouth. As I lifted myself from the ground to use his restroom, I opened wide to show him what a good little slut I’d been. “All gone,” I said. “I’ll take that drink now. Vodka if you have it, and you’re joining me.” I was fairly confident that I could get round two started with this stud in less time than it would take a pizza delivery, but I needed to plss.
I grabbed my phone on the way to the loo and began scrolling through my husband’s texts as I sat down to p33
The very first one that caught my eye was from about 30 minutes ago. It said: “I know you told me not to text. But after our talk last night I made up my mind. I’m leaving Jeff.”
2021-09-20 01:08:09 +0000 UTC
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Happy SQUIRTING Saturday!!!
In a civilized society, a married woman is sometimes f0rced to actively search out opportunities to unleash her wild side. This was especially the case prior to the latter part of the 20th century. But today (fortunately!!!), we’ve developed adult-centric playgrounds where women, both single and married, can go to safely satisfy their more primal desires. In the northern part of the Western Hemisphere, these wonderful places include the likes of Las Vegas, south beach, Jamaica and Cancun. But the epicenter of these meat markets, where the fit males can peacock and the slutty wives can flaunt their soft round curves, is undoubtedly the resort pool.
But it’s the smart little wife who knows that there’s more to this equation than simply parking yourself poolside and hoping that some sexy y0ung stud happens to trip over your huge fake bimbo tits and land with his erection fully embedded in your needy cunt. With a host of other sluts also flocking to these destinations like crazed salmon, it’s essential for the savvy married woman to market herself in a way that immediately signals her status as “low hanging fruit.”
Thankfully, the swimsuit industry has a number of participants developing swimwear that caters specifically to the needs of the rutting wife. My absolute favorite of all these brands happens to be Malibu strings. And there just so happens to be a new MS suit that I’d absolutely love to have for an upcoming trip with hubby that I have in the works. It’s this sexy little sheer-when-wet one piece.
Now for the absolute best part. Any fan who’d graciously volunteer to acquire it for me ($130 including shipping) will get a scorching hot personalized video in return. In it, I can either ride one of my thick dildos pretending that it’s you who’s so capably filling me and praise you incessantly for being so much more of a man than my husband. Or alternatively, we can pretend that you’re my cuck heIplessly sitting by as I have my needs met by a hung lover, while I appropriately humiliate you for not being man enough to give me what a woman really needs. The choice is entirely up to you!!!
Talk about a win-win😊
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2021-09-18 15:21:11 +0000 UTC
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Had an absolutely crazy dream last night that I was down on my knees, completely bare-breasted, and surrounded by a sea of gorgeous erections all visibly aching for release. While the details of how I’d landed myself in such an interesting predicament were a little sketchy, I somehow knew in my mind that I wasn’t there entirely of my own volition. I also knew that somewhere just beyond my line of sight sat my husband, bound tightly to a chair and watching intently as I readied myself to service our sexy captors.
I was also somehow convinced that everything would turn out just fine for the both of us so long as I handled my womanly business and took care of each and every one of the perfect cocks that all seemed to be jockeying to insert themselves in my warm and inviting mouth. In the process, the swollen tip of each of their massive penises seemed to be painting my lips and cheeks with a seemingly endless supply of exquisitely delicious precum. My pretty face literally glistened with their arousal.
In the dream, I remember desperately wanting to mask the effects that these extraordinary circumstances were having on me - both from my sweet and loving husband and the platoon of faceless bulls who had us at their mercy. I neither wanted my assailants to have the satisfaction of my willing acquiescence nor my husband to bear witness to the wanton whore I’d somehow been transformed into. But I could feel my inner thighs damp with my own arousal, and I dreaded the possible discovery of that one humiliating fact.
But the craziest part of the dream to me was that each and every cock that needed sucking was an absolutely gorgeous shade of black😮
My alarm unfortunately went off before I got the chance to swallow even one hot load of BBC cum. And even tonight, my pussy still aches.
So I’ve made the decision to stay home this weekend. But if I’m being completely honest, it’s not as much a choice as it is a compulsion.
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2021-09-17 01:20:02 +0000 UTC
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My final video installment for the night. No story.
More tomorrow. 😏
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2021-09-16 04:18:26 +0000 UTC
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I’d originally planned on springing my “emergency trip to the UK” plans on my husband this evening after he got home from the office. This morning I even hid my passport in a slightly unusual place so that I can make a big production out of hunting it. I’d also planned on actually scheduling the necessary COVID tests. What can I say, attention to detail is one of my strong suits.
But there’s a new and interesting wrinkle to my plans. Neighbor b0y texted me yesterday to tell me that his parents are visiting his brother at Purdue university this weekend. And that him having his house entirely to himself while they’re gone presents a fantastic opportunity to return my panties. Although he very kindly warned me that they’re significantly more in need of a washing than ever lol. To which I responded “if that means what I think it means😉, then I’m extremely flattered” (which is true). I also confessed that getting them back even messier had been my goal all along.
So now I’m faced with this huge dilemma. Should I risk wasting an entire weekend away from home trying to ferret out evidence that my husband is having some sort of weird “caged affair” with Chrissy? Or just say “fuck it” and spend part of the weekend riding a huge 20 year old cock.
Honestly, my sex drive is so off the charts today that I’m seriously favoring the latter (All I can think about is cock!). If I know my little pussy like I think I do, then I’m fairly certain it’s ovuIating right now. And if not, then it’s very close to it.
Which pretty much means I won’t be doing most of my thinking with my brain for the next several days.
When this post reaches 100 likes, and plenty of comments which I KNOW you all have, I’ll post the next vid. 😁
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2021-09-15 21:08:19 +0000 UTC
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Good morning! If you are new to my diary, welcome! Whether you’ve followed me for 2 days or the last years, THANK YOU! Want more? Like and comment and I’ll continue to post more of this vid the throughout the day. 😁😘
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2021-09-15 13:40:18 +0000 UTC
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Well that certainly was a bittersweet outcome for my bet with Raef. A more suspicious mind might think that Aaron Rogers is a fan of mine lol.
Well, Aaron, your abysmal QB rating wasn’t in vain. Jessica is on board for a little extracurricular fun. But she has a couple of ground rules.
First, it has to be on a weeknight that coincides with one of her rotary club meetings. Second, there can be zero texting about it with her. I think both of those are certainly reasonable.
It’s Raef’s impromptu little condition that I’m not really certain what to do about.
He told me last night that if hubby wants to watch the action, he has to be wearing his cage. And nothing else.
Personally, I think it’s a hot little twist, but I’m not really sure how my husband will take it. I’d love to have him on hand for this, but things have been so strained between us lately that it might just be better to keep him out of the loop on this one.
Thoughts?
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2021-09-14 17:11:04 +0000 UTC
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About to drop the vid to DM’s in less than two hours from now. Are you on autorenew yet? Now is a good time to check.😁
2021-09-12 23:28:57 +0000 UTC
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So Friday …
Apparently Raef mentioned something at lunch on Friday about some wives being untamable. A relatively benign statement, until, that is, he turned to my husband and said with a wink “isn’t that right?”
It’s not as though that aspect of our marriage isn’t common knowledge at my husband’s office. The problem is that when Raef brings it up it makes everyone else who’s present feel like they then have a license to openly discuss the topic with my husband- which invariably means lots and lots of questions. Most of the people my husband works with genuinely like and care for him, so I’m fairly confident that there’s never any animus on their part. It’s simply natural for people to be inquisitive about such an erotically charged and quasi-taboo lifestyle. Personally, I get it. But being the focal point for that particular line of questioning generally always makes my husband extremely uncomfortable. And Friday was no exception.
According to Raef (who, quite characteristically, exhibited not an ounce of remorse on our call yesterday), it all started out innocently enough with a couple of questions about how I find my lovers. But apparently it took a quick turn for the worse when one of the administrative assistants in their group, Kim, asked my husband if it was true that I prefer bulls (yes, she used that exact term) who are super well endowed, and then, not even bothering to wait for his response, immediately followed up with “how does it feel seeing her with men like that?”
Raef was laughing into his phone as he delivered that last line. But he said that he quickly intervened on hubby’s behalf when he sensed his reluctance to field that particular question. And I’m not going to lie, his answer was surprisingly insightful.
He told the group that hubby has zero reason to ever feel insecure about our marriage, because he fulfills 95% of my needs. It’s just that one little 5% area where hubby needs a lending hand (he chuckled over the phone when he said it). But when Kim chimed in with “lending dick, you mean,” and everyone laughed, that was when Raef said that he could see my husband’s temples start to throb.
According to Raef, Chrissy immediately chimed in by telling Kim to shut the hell up. He said that he thought I might find that particular fact interesting.
Then he abruptly switched gears and asked if I wanted to come over tomorrow afternoon to watch Green Bay lose to New Orleans. I told him that sounded like a fabulous idea, but only if he was willing to put his money where his mouth is. I suggested a straight up $1,000 bet on the game. His counter proposal was $1k to me if the Pack wins, and a three way with me and Jessica if they lose. I laughed and conceded factoring in the spread for an awesome wager like that one. I also said I was having lunch with Jessica at the club today, and that I’d ask her if she was up for a little gambling.
On the Chrissy front, I have my flight and room booked for this coming weekend. The trick is going to be figuring out how to keep my kids from blowing my cover with hubby. I decided the best call is to tell my hubby on Thursday that I have an emergency trip to the U.K. this weekend. That should do the trick quite nicely, I think.
Incidentally, my texting with Darius has led to a super hot installment to the Jamarcus story that should be up within the next day or so. For some reason, thinking about my son’s coach and his perfect BBC gets me into a super creative mindset 😊
2021-09-12 17:45:19 +0000 UTC
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