Text to my husband from Chrissy yesterday-
Hey. Just wanted to say I’m sorry about what happened at lunch today. I could tell you were upset. It was total bullshit that Raef singled you out like that. I totally get that you’re self conscious about some of the things you’re into. Personally I think a faithful husband who lets his wife fuck other sexy men is maybe the hottest thing ever. I’d give anything to have what you’re wife has.
Then 5 minutes later the bitch followed up with this-
I definitely wouldn’t take it for granted either.
Followed by-
By the way, the talk yesterday at lunch about pheromones sorta turned me on. I never realized Kim was so into science lol. Maybe next weekend I’ll let you get a nose full of some of mine😉
Ending with-
I’ll leave you be now. Have a great weekend😘
The first thing I’m going to do today is find out exactly what Raef was busting my husband’s balls about yesterday at lunch. I thought I’d put that shit to rest.
The second thing I’m going to do is book a flight to Tallahassee for next Friday and get a room at the same hotel as the three of them. Not sure how I’ll pull it off, but it’s time to go undercover. I need to find out once and for all what the fuck’s going on between this fat home-wrecking cunt and my husband.
2021-09-11 23:57:19 +0000 UTC
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2021-09-11 20:49:40 +0000 UTC
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2021-09-11 03:43:05 +0000 UTC
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2021-09-10 19:42:55 +0000 UTC
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Did you think that’s all there was on my last post? Leave you wanting more? If you wanted more bent over gratuitous wet pussy play, this is for you. Happy Friday babes! I appreciate you being here with me.
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2021-09-10 10:08:26 +0000 UTC
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Chatting with Darius (my son’s football coach) has been fun. Last night he texted me trying to persuade me to host next week’s team dinner, and I was playing a little hard to get. I teasingly asked what would be in it for me if I agreed, and his answer was priceless.
He said don’t think of it so much as what might be in it for me, but more as what could possibly be getting into me. A text that somehow simultaneously made me laugh and my panties moisten.
I then coyly asked him if there was any chance I could possibly see what it is that he might be talking about. Like a good stud, he took the bayt and sent me a picture of his cock.
OMG!!!
I instantly replied my agreement to host not just next week’s dinner but every team dinner for the next 25 years lol.
And then I told him that I wished my husband had a cock as big and thick as his😈
2021-09-09 16:53:02 +0000 UTC
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Make sure to vote on my latest post. Everyone who does will find the rest of this vid in their DM. Chop chop. 😏😘.
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2021-09-09 00:15:40 +0000 UTC
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You know I value your time and money. I occasionally do PPV’s (between $3-$5 a couple times a month) and every few months I might do a shoutout for another creator. But it’s extremely limited.
That said…would you pay $1 more per month ($6) and never see an ad for another girl and all vids posted to feed and never pay more than the monthly price of $6? Or, would you like if I kept my low monthly price at $5 and keep things the same as mentioned above?
I’m going to go with majority rule here so please vote!
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2021-09-08 22:54:34 +0000 UTC
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When a woman adopts the hotwife lifestyle, she learns early on that the best bulls are the ones most unlike her husband. For instance, where most husbands tend to be nurturing, supportive, and loving, the men drawn toward being bulls are generally much less domesticated. And with men like that, it’s extremely important for a little wife to be able to read her room. Because, on certain occasions, it’s critical for her to know when she just needs to hold still and let her bull do what he needs to do. I learned that lesson a while ago.
Unfortunately, those occasions can become a little uncomfortable when my husband’s present. He doesn’t totally comprehend this particular dynamic between a wife and her alpha bull. In his defense, it’s only natural for a sweet man like my husband to become a little concerned for my well being when he sees one of my bulls aggressively taking me for his own.
The noises that I make in response (some, admittedly, signaling discomfort) don’t help to clarify matters much, and it’s completely understandable for a more ‘beta-type’ male like my husband to misconstrue them as an appeal for mercy from my lover. When in fact, they signal something quite the opposite to men who are bulls. Complete and utter feminine surrender.
On one such occasion, hubby made a slight breach of well-established cuckold protocol by attempting to intervene on my behalf. His chivalry was met with a swift and stern rebuke from me to “sit your ass down and shut the fuck up!!!” Fortunately for him, he did. Less than three minutes later, my bull would pull out out, f0rce me to my knees and paint my pretty face with his huge load. For my part, I had already came - three times, in fact - each orgasm more cataclysmic than the prior.
My bull then very c0mmandingly 0rdered my husband to toss me my little panties from the floor so that I could clean myself. We both dutifully obeyed, and I put the cute thong back on just like my bull wanted me too. Then he got dressed, kissed me on my forehead and walked out of our bedroom. The entire encounter, which took place on a Sunday afternoon, had lasted less than 20 minutes from start to finish.
I, being completely spent beyond words, desperately needed to close my eyes for a minute to collect myself. But I could tell that my husband was still somewhat confused and distraught over my little “dressing down” of him in front of my bull and in need of some soothing reassurance. So like any good wife, I gave him some.
“Honey,” I said as I cuddled up to him on our completely wrecked bed, “I’m sooooooo sorry about what just happened. I know you were only acting out of concern for me and my well being, and I wasn’t mad at you in the least. I swear to you. I just know how he gets when he’s like that, and it’s definitely better for the two of us to just go with flow. And I know it doesn’t exactly compute for a sweet little teddy bear like you, but I actually get off being fucked like that from behind every so of often. I just came three times,” I admitted. “And I would totally hate myself forever if you got hurt trying to step in like that. So next time, just chill out, okay baby? It will be totally fine, I promise you. Just let momma’s pussy take care of thing,” I finished laughingly.
By that time, my husband was fully erect again. So I slipped out of my filthy little panties and let my husband make love to me.
If I do say so myself, that day presented a teachable moment that I handled quite masterfully. To everyone’s benefit. All because of my willingness to openly communicate with my husband.
2021-09-08 20:09:47 +0000 UTC
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Jamarcus- chapter 4
“Oh my god,” I thought to myself. “What the fuck have I just done.” Those words lingered in my head like a mist.
The truth was, I knew exactly what I’d just done, but I was desperately attempting to manufacture enough ambiguity within my own mind to live with myself.
The reality of the last 20 minutes of my life was nowhere near within the confines of the arrangement that I’d made with Jamarcus. Had I been able to limit myself to our agreement, I would have passively waited by for his urges to percolate to whatever redzone it is that prods him to seek out his relief. Then - and only then - would I have provided him with that relief. And I would have done so in a completely detached manner while also maintaining every ounce of control of myself in the process. Had i kept to the script that I myself had written, I would have lived up to my end of our bargain in a way that both protected my daughter and allowed me to defend any accusations that my actions were a betrayal of my marital vows.
But that was definitely not how the night had played out. For some inexplicable reason, “I” has sought out “Jamarcus”. Disregarding my own pre-established ground rules, I didn’t wait for his arousal to build to the point that it brought him sniffing around my ass. No. To the utmost contrary, I had willfully gone out of my way to manufacture it. With my very own hands and mouth I brought him to complete erection. And then, like some common whore, I crawled astride his chiseled frame and slowly lowered my tight cunt inch by inch onto his thick black penis, eager to satisfy the very same need that I’d created. I felt the most bizarre sense of accomplishment as my pubic bone finally come into contact with his lower abdomen. Somehow, my petite body had managed to take this stud balls-deep, and the knowledge of that fact gave me the most surreal sense of feminine pride imaginable. The unparalleled sensation of being completely impaled on the biggest cock that I’d ever seen had me perched on the precipice of a massive orgasm. Even on those infrequent occasions where my husband was capable of achieving a full erection, never could he have given me such a feeling of complete and utter penetration. And now that I knew this feeling, I was acutely aware of the fact I’d been missing it my entire life. Which in turn filled me with an indescribable fear that I would no longer be able to live without it going forward. It was an epiphany that I wished more than anything I could undo.
Now, completely limp and unable to move, I lay draped across Jamarcus like a blanket, vividly recalling every sordid detail of my infidelity.
Just as nature intended, my tight little hole had milked his large black balls. The intensity with which I bounced my cunt up and down what had felt like a massive iron rod seemed in direct proportion with Jamarcus’s unmistakable efforts to stave off his own orgasm. It seemed that the more he fought to resist his primal urge to cum, the more fiercely I fought to elicit it. It was as though our reproductive parts were locked in some primal form of sexual combat, with my soaked pussy on the clear offensive. Until finally, Jamarcus relented.
It’s difficult to even describe the sense of accomplishment I felt when he surrendered to me and allowed himself to climax. But it was the unexpected orgasm that rocked through my body at that very instant that caught me the most off guard, perhaps the result of some primitive reward system wired into every fertiIe woman’s body. The result was that I momentarily lost all sense of time and space.
It wasn’t until the final wave of my climax had washed across my body that I felt the riptide of guilt immediately seize me to my core. And the post coital wave of shame that washed over me at the instant I felt Jamarcus’s softening penis finally slip from my vagina was nauseating. But still, I couldn’t move. The unmistakable sensation of having just been inseminated left me with an overwhelming urge to bathe. I desperately needed to purge myself of any remnant of the betrayal I’d just committed. But the absence of running water coupled with the darkness of night rendering it unsafe to venture to either the cove or the beach meant that any such cleansing would have to wait until morning. I would sleep the entire night with Jamarcus’s load.
Finally, I somehow mustered the strength to pull myself up from Jamarcus’s massive body, and in the dying firelight I managed to find the crumpled little panties that I had no recollection of even removing. I quickly stepped back into them and without so much as even a “goodnight” to Jamarcus, I made my way back to the makeshift cot on the other side of camp that was my bed.
I awoke at the first light of dawn. The memories from the prior night instantly flooded my consciousness, hitting me with an overwhelming wave of nausea. My first instinct was the same as the one I’d battled as I’d drifted to sleep the night before, which was to bathe away every last shred of evidence of my marital transgressions. So without bothering to so much as even don a top, I quickly scurried toward the cove wearing nothing but my now filthy panties.
And it was in my mad scramble to make my way out of camp that I somehow tripped over the legs of my sleeping husband just beyond the thicket of brush that separated Jamarcus’s cot from the pathway.
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2021-09-05 21:14:46 +0000 UTC
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Much better. Do you agree? Stick around. There is more I’m going to show you.
2021-09-04 20:08:14 +0000 UTC
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Naughty Wife Confession Number 2 -
Just a little over eight years ago my husband and I took our family to an all inclusive resort in the Bahamas for a week of R&R. It was sort of a last minute trip, but since it wasn’t during the peak season we got an incredible deal. And since the resort wasn’t fully booked, it sometimes felt like we had the entire place to ourselves. And never more so than on our very first night there, which happened to be a Sunday.
We put our kids down around 10pm and strolled over to Moon Bar, which is a gorgeous little lounge with a lit aquarium full of jellyfish behind the bar. The place was virtually empty when hubby and I bellied up to the bar and ordered our first round of cocktails from Jackson (Jax for short). The general rule is that when you’re on your first night of vacation in the Bahamas and it’s still sweltering hot at 10 pm, the first cocktail goes down super quick. That night was no exception. My husband and I were well into our third round within 20 minutes of our arrival, and Jax turned out to be fantastic company. Having no other customers at the bar, he seemed rather content just to hang out at our end of the bar and chat us up. Whether my low cut top and lack of bra played any part in his decision making process, I’ll never know for certain.
But it wasn’t just his conversational skills that were so impressive either. He was drop dead gorgeous. And y0ung. Most likely no older than 25 or 26. I never found out his actual age. In any event, it turned that his girlfriend was working a seasonal job in Orlando, Florida and wouldn’t be returning to the island for another couple months. I joked that he was probably having himself a pretty good time in her absence, seeing as how he could probably have his pick of just about any woman that happened to be at the resort. To which he replied in a playfully stern tone with “Why ma’am, that would be an egregious violation of the resort’s policy, which strictly prohibits any type of sexual contact between employees and guests.” We all laughed, me in particular at the absolute absurdity of the notion that wealthy, Botox-addled sluts wouldn’t be taking every opportunity at their disposal to get this y0ung god into their dirty cunts.
It was right around then that my husband got a telephone call from his mother on the west coast, which he decided to take just outside the lobby. I knew that my husband would dispatch with his mother as quick as humanly possible, so I determined to strike while the iron was hot. With that, I told Jax that my husband just so happened to be taking our kids on a dolphin watching excursion the next morning at 10, and that they’d all be gone until around 1230 at the earliest. I also told him that I’d booked myself an appointment at the spa for the same exact time that I’d be more than happy to reschedule. That is, if he needed a little company in his girlfriend’s absence. I winked when I said it.
I realized that I was throwing my pussy at this stud. It was as shameless of a come on as I’d ever made to any man, much less one who was not quite more than half my age. But fuck it, I thought to myself. I was t!psy, it was the Bahamas, and the opportunity seemed too amazingly good to pass up.
“Why Miss, that sounds absolutely delightful,” he replied with a faux innocence that as charming as it was insincere. “As it turns out,” he continued, “I don’t have to be behind the bar until 4 tomorrow.”
“Fantastic!” I squealed almost loud enough to be heard by my husband. I let him know that we were staying in a suite at The Cove. We’d just finished trading cell numbers when my husband returned to his stool. I could barely sleep that night thinking about having a new cock inside of me.
He texted me at 945 the next morning to tell me that he was running a little behind, and he didn’t show up until a little after 11, which definitely didn’t give the two of us as much time together as I ideally would have preferred. Fortunately, I was more than prepared to get down to some mating business, and I greeted him at the door wearing the little teddy silmilar to the one in the accompanying clip.
Seeing the full view of my nearly nude body for the very first time, he smiled at his own good fortune, while immediately pulling his polo off from over his head and slipping out of his shorts. Within seconds of his arrival he was standing completely naked in the foyer of our suite.
In tandem with the amazing cock and body of this stud bartender, the insane level of risk I was taking had my pussy running down my leg. If something had gone wrong with the engine of the dolphin boat or the weather wasn’t cooperative enough to venture out, I was faced with the very real possibility of my eight year 0ld daughter bursting through the door to the vision of her nearly naked mother performing fellatio from her knees on the fully erect penis of a man she’d never seen before. As I lowered myself in front of my new friend, I couldn’t help but wonder how many other needful married women had stolen time away from their families to eagerly drain this stud’s balls.
After several minutes of sucking on his absolutely delicious cock (did it taste a little like pussy at first, I thought to myself???), I reluctantly allowed him to withdraw himself from my face. Assisting me back to my feet, he nodded his head toward the master bedroom of our suite saying only the words “ass up” as he reached for his shorts to fish something out from one of the pockets.
Like a good slut, I did as told and positioned myself ass up for him on the side of our king sized bed closest to the door. It felt so deliciously naughty putting my wet pussy and tight little asshole on full display to my y0ung lover.
As he approached me from behind, I heard the distinct sound of a small foil packet being torn open and the latex contents being removed from within. “Oh you most definitely will not be needing that,” I said seductively as reached back and seized the the magnum sized condom that he was in the early stages of rolling down the length of his magnificent shaft. “I totally get off on the risk of bare,” was all I said as I reached between my legs to guide him right to where the two of us both needed him to be.
The two of us moaned in unison as he slowly penetrated my married pussy from behind. Doggy always makes me feel especially slutty, and it wasn’t long before I was emphatically bouncing my fat ass backwards on the bartender’s stiff cock. More than even my very own orgasm, I wanted this stud’s cum, and I wanted it deep inside my greedy cunt. But I also needed in time to properly clean up before my family returned. Time was now unfortunately of the essence.
My tactic worked. Within a matter of minutes, I felt him tense up as he delivered his huge virile load deep into my cheating pussy. “Mission accomplished,” I thought to myself with a smile as he withdrew himself from me. I hated that it had been such a quickie, but I promised both him and myself that the next time most definitely wouldn’t be. With another five full days still to be had at the resort, I was certain that I could arrange another little naughty rendezvous with Jax. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as I hurriedly ushered him out the door, quickly checking first to make certain that no one from my family was in the vicinity.
I showered and used copious amounts of the most pungent lotion on the counter to appear as though I’d spent the morning being pampered by a masseuse at the spa.
“Why you certainly look relaxed and radiant,” hubby said with a big grin as he and the children walked through the door fresh from their dolphin excursion and starving. As he passed by to get to our bedroom, he gave me a sweet little kiss on the very same lips that only an hour or so before had been tightly wrapped around the penis of our gorgeous bartender. “Girl, you are such a fucking slut,” I laughingly thought to myself as I followed hubby to the bedroom to pick out something to wear to lunch.
I have some other fond memories from that vacation that I might be sharing as well.
2021-09-04 04:55:14 +0000 UTC
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While you patiently wait to read my next installment, a question. If I showed you my face, would you reward me with a tip? Hypothetical question of course. 😏
2021-09-03 23:28:20 +0000 UTC
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After having barely slept a wink, I walked out of my house this morning at 5:30am. In truth, I needed to get the office a little earlier than normal to prepare for a 7:30am zoom call with the HR director of our German division. But I definitely didn’t need to leave at 5:30 just to prepare for that. Nor did I need walk out my front door carrying a vacuum sealed sandwich bag that, per my neighbor b0y’s very explicit instructions, I was to toss into the open driver’s side window of his Ford Bronco. But I did.
The adrenaline rush I got last night at around 10 when his text came (from out of the blue, no less) telling me how much he needed to know my scent is why I couldn’t sleep. That, coupled with the anxiety of possibly getting caught by his mother throwing my very worn panties onto her 20 year old son’s driver’s seat.
2021-09-02 11:11:26 +0000 UTC
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Messing around texting the 20 year old neighbor boy. I really need to go to bed!! Good night 😴😘
2021-09-02 03:47:58 +0000 UTC
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Hey! Happy Tuesday y’all. Lol. I’m not southern but for some reason I feel compelled to say that. Would LOVE some feed back on my Jamarcus stories. Want more? Anything in the plot you’d like to see happen? This page is for you so I definitely want to hear from you. Leave the reviews here on this post, not my DM please. Hope it was a great day! 😘
2021-08-31 23:08:14 +0000 UTC
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Next Jamarcus installment tomorrow. If you haven’t read all of them yet, this is your homework reading assignment. It’s my little mini series of erotica, if you will. I’ve been working on this piece over the weekend. Always gets me so turned on writing this shit. I hope it does the same for you reading it.
2021-08-30 03:03:53 +0000 UTC
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Been DM flirting a lot with the neighbor b0y. The diversion from everything with Raef, Chrissy and my husband has been an absolute fucking godsend. I started yesterday’s DM session by telling him how thoroughly embarrassed I was that I’d sent him a picture of me topless. I told him that it’d been after a couple glasses of wine, which was a complete fucking lie that I felt compelled to tell given the huge difference in our ages. There’s just something about each naughty exchange between the two of us that makes me me feel like I’m going to show up on a segment of to catch a predator. And I’ll be honest, it gets me wet.
He asked me last night in a DM if my husband and I have an open marriage. My replies to the question are below. His responses aren’t in the thread.
Yes. Sort of. I’m a hotwife, which means I’m the only one who gets to play around. It might not sound very fair to my husband, but believe it or not, he’s totally into it lol. Some husbands are just wired that way. Lucky for me😄
Yeah. I’m obviously a cougar, so I pretty much always play with y0unger guys (but none ever as y0ung as you - so far, anyway 😈).
I’m super picky. I’ve got a sweet and sexy hubby who’s a very caring and thoughtful lover in bed. So when I’m looking for a new friend to play with, I pretty much want the opposite of my husband lol. It’s not that we don’t have good sex, I just need a bull that’s more aggressive and take-charge.
Ha. Yeah, that’s what we hotwives call them lol. “Bulls”
Oh!! And before I forget. hung is key😉
Nope. I hate them. Probably more than most guys even lol. Bare has always been my thing. It just feels more erotic to me when there isn’t a barrier between us. Plus with a married slut, the guy never really has to worry about consequences like that one, right?
Lol. So true. Yeah, most bulls I’ve had have never even bothered to ask me if I’m even fixed or on the pill. Fucking jerks!!! lol
Uggg. I can’t believe I’ve told you all this!!!! You must think I’m the biggest slut on the planet.
Anyway, i need to get to sleep. if you know anyone who might be interested in helping out a horny milf, you’ll let me know, right?😘
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2021-08-28 21:18:15 +0000 UTC
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Hope your having a great Saturday so far. Story later my Hotwife lovers. Please like and comment if you love my fresh out of the shower clip. I’ll post the POV vid of me fingering My tight lol pussy later if I get 300 likes on this post. 😘
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2021-08-28 16:50:59 +0000 UTC
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I’ve always lived under the premise that confession is good for the soul. With that in mind, and in light of recent missteps I’ve made in my personal life, I think now is a good time to come clean about a few things. So I’ve decided to confess my top 5 most shameful marital indiscretions, starting with this little ditty.
Before I was an openly practicing hotwife, I was a conniving, cheating slut wife. On one occasion during that peri0d, I arrived late and t!psy to an event honoring my husband for his service ministry to to the underprivileged living in Cook County. The shameful part isn’t that I was just late to an event that was important to my husband. The part that’s most despicable is that I showed up with a creampie leaking into my panties courtesy of a 28 year old colleague. I was so rushed that I had no time to clean up down there and was a complete mess by the time that I got to my seat next to hubby.
I was terrified the entire time I was there that my husband could smell what a slut I’d been. Fortunately for me, he didn’t.
Two weeks later I would spread my married legs again for the same stud, and we actually laughed about how naughty I’d been taking his load to my hubby’s ceremony.
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2021-08-27 17:56:49 +0000 UTC
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It was a beautiful day and unseasonably warm. Need to get these girls out while I can.
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2021-08-26 02:06:52 +0000 UTC
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Okay. I'm officially off the rails enough that I'm seriously considering starting some counseling.
My obsession over my husband's sexy y0ung boss has most likely driven my husband into what's at a minimum an emotional affair with his chubby work colleague, Chrissy. And who knows what else the two of them have done with one another when they've been away for their work shit. For some bizarre reason I can't stop thinking about my husband's face completely buried between her fat ass cheeks and rimming her her undoubtedly filthy asshole for her. It makes me sick to my stomach that I've probably kissed him shortly after he's has his handsome face wedged into such a disgusting crotch.
And then there's Raef. I literally paved the way for him to get his fat cook into Jessica's snug, almost virginal pussy, and now I'm jealous of her to the point that I can barely look at her when we're together at the club. Yesterday I didn't even bother to go the pool because I knew she'd be there. Instead, I laid on the sofa repeatedly envisioning the blissful look she had on her pretty y0ung face as I cradled raef's sexy balls while he emptied them inside of her the night of the fireworks.
The only thing that brought me out of my funk was a DM from the neighbor b0y that popped onto my phone while I was curled up on the sofa. He hadn't yet replied to my little 'thank you' DM from the other day, so I was starting to think that maybe I wasn't the sexy milf from next door he was referring to in his IG post (another thing that was bumming me out!).
His DM was short and to the point - "Hey, glad you liked the pic! But now it's your turn😈"
My pussy hasn't gotten that instantly wet from a DM in ages, and I know that it's all because of how taboo it would be for a woman my age to milk a load from a stud who's not even old enough to buy beer. But I can't help myself. Taboo has always been my weakness. In any event, my reply back to him (with this little video in tow)
was equally short - "Hope you enjoy mine as much I enjoyed yours😍 And do not let your mother find this, y0ung man!!!"
I struggled to not immediately follow up with another DM begging him for a dick pic, even though I was literally aching for one.
Fortunately, he needed no prodding from me. He sent one five minutes later with a DM that simply said "You tell me if you think I'm enjoying it"
His cock (which, incidentally, is the same age as my daughter at Northwestern) is absolutely fucking drop to your knees beautiful.
So if anyone has some recommendations for a good therapist in the western burbs, I'm all ears.
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2021-08-25 02:52:04 +0000 UTC
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Being a woman is so fucking complicated. Mostly because we have such split personalities. For instance, in my rational, evolved mind, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have everything a woman could possibly hope for - a loving husband and family, a challenging and interesting career, and a wonderful circle of friends.
But none of that can stop the more primitive parts of my brain from sometimes going to super dark places. And never more so than now.
I’m still not 100% positive at this point what, if anything, is going on between my husband and Chrissy. But I know for a fact that he hasn’t fucked her on any of their recent work trips, because I’ve made certain that he only travels when he’s locked securely in his chastity cage. But even so, I strongly suspect that she’s had my husband’s mouth on her slutty little cunt, and the thought of them sharing that type of intimacy in a comfortable king sized hotel bed has been all-consuming as of late.
To that effect, I’ve ignored repeated texts from Raef, Sanja and Jessica; I missed my daughter’s first sporting event of the fall season; and I’ve ignored my writing and posting obligations. I’ve been a complete derelict in almost every aspect of my life lately.
In fact, there have really only been two things that I’ve been capable of focusing on the last couple of weeks, the first of which is my work. The second thing is one of those super dark places I referenced earlier.
As I think I mentioned a few weeks ago, I ran into my college-aged neighbor boy while I was passing some “alibi time” at Lallapalooza. Since then, the two of us have been Instagram friends. No sliding into DMs so far or anything like that. Until yesterday that is, when the 20 year old stud posted a shirtless selfie that he captioned “for the MILF next door.”
I DM’d him a little “😉” after work yesterday and let him know that I really appreciated his post. Which was in fact a literal truth. I masturbated at my desk looking at it and fantasizing about him taking me bare and unprotected in my and hubby’s bed. Making me scream like a whore and beg for his cum loud enough for his mother to hear me from across the street.
I’m not exactly certain why, but there’s something extremely hot to me about a woman roughly my own age knowing I’m a slut for her son. Who knows, this could be another opportunity to make a slutty fantasy I’ve always had come true😊
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2021-08-22 17:53:45 +0000 UTC
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Just want to take a minute to address the elephant in the room...
Most of you are probably aware of the fact that beginning on October 1 OnlyFans is revising its community standards policy to prohibit explicit sexual material. I've spent the last couple of days trying to gather as much information on the subject as possible, and I've come to some important conclusions that I'd like to share with my fans.
First, since most of the explicit hard core content that I create gets distributed outside of my day to day posts to onlyfans, my page should actually weather this storm quite nicely. So have no fear. My page isn't going anywhere.
But that doesn't mean this little fat-titted wife and her slutty pussy aren't constantly looking for new and better ways to deliver my scorching hot content.
But for now, stay right where you are if you want to continue to stay abreast of my naughty little antics. My page is fine as-is, and I will continue to use it to spread my philosophy of female empowerment through the hotwife lifestyle.
2021-08-21 14:36:50 +0000 UTC
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Good morning! Stories, updates and future plans coming your way. Hold tight! In the meantime, let’s all relax and have a great Saturday. Please like and comment so I know you want to see more from me. 🥵
2021-08-21 13:40:19 +0000 UTC
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My husband didn’t return for two days after the incident he witnessed between me and Jamarcus at the cove. Steph was so absolutely distraught over John’s sudden absence that I had no choice but to confess the entire scenario to her. My daughter was apoplectic over what she perceived as either my delusional stupidity or an extramarital affair that I’d engaged in for my own selfish pleasure. While I certainly couldn’t begrudge her for the distrust, I knew with absolute certainty that there was nothing delusional about my fears for her safety. The problem was her y0uthful naivety. She simply had no concept of what Jamarcus’s needs could drive him to. She was basing her entire perspective on the types of men she was accustomed to. The docile type of male who lovingly provides for his wife and family. But the truth, as I saw it so clearly in my mind, was that our husbands were simply not cut from the same cloth as Jamarcus.
For his part, Jamarcus kept to himself for the two days my husband was gone. It clearly wasn’t lost on him that his employer, with whom he’d only recently inked one of the most lucrative contracts in league history, had just caught him ejaculating in his pretty wife’s mouth. He had every reason to feel sheepish, and his anxiety over the situation made me feel uneasy for some reason. As a result, I went out of my way to assure him that I would handle this with my husband and that he had absolutely nothing to be concerned about. As long as he agreed to keep this entire event a secret once we were back in St Louis, everything would be fine.
Ever the supportive newlywed husband, Martin made several sojourns into the denser interior of the island looking for John, but every time he would return without success. Steph refused to even look at me for the entire time John was gone.
When he finally stumbled back into camp, John looked gaunt and frail, as if he hadn’t eaten at all in his absence. He seemed the most defeated I’d ever seen him, and it made me sad down to my very core.
Steph was obviously elated to see her father and ran to embrace him. They hugged one another tight for what seemed like several minutes before John finally released her and locked his eyes onto mine.
He then shuffled slowly past a seated Jamarcus and walked directly up to me. “We need to to talk” was all he said before walking to the edge of the camp and into the thicker brush for a bit of privacy. I nervously followed, noting offhandedly how the entire trajectory of my life could be dramatically shifted within the next several minutes.
Several feet into the thicket, John turned and faced me. “When we return,” he continued, “I’m going to file for divorce. That’s that. In the meantime, I’ve set up my own camp about a mile away. Steph and Marty are free to come with me or stay here - I’ll leave that to them. But you are not to come anywhere near me. Ever again. Am I clear?”
Sobbing uncontrollably, I pleaded with John, desperate for an opportunity to explain my actions that day on the beach. He would hear none of it.
And with that, my husband walked back within the borders of the encampment, grabbed an armful of personal items and left. Within three hours, Steph and Marty had packed their own belongings and left to join him.
The remainder of the day was an absolute blur. My intentions had been nothing but noble, and yet somehow I’d managed to lose everything - my husband, my daughter, my entire fucking life. I spent the entire afternoon and evening on the beach, cradling myself in a seated fetaI position with my back against a palm, just staring off into the ocean. I desperately wanted to explain things to John and my daughter. Make them understand that if I hadn’t gone down this path, it was Steph’s petite, feminine body that Jamarcus would most likely be using to m33t his needs. And let’s face facts, a man like Jamarcus is only going to be satisfied for so long with an occasional hand or blowjob. At some point he’d be needing pussy. And Steph was way too fertiIe and tight to risk the possibility of Jamarcus even getting a taste of life between her soft married thighs. Why couldn’t my family see that I was making this sacrifice for them. For christ’s sake, had Steph been too fucking blind to see Jamarcus’s primal reaction to our nudity at the cove? Did she not think he’d eventually come sniffing around for her tight little cunt for relief from the very ache it had fostered. And moreover, did she not also realize the potential of Jamarcus physically harming Marty in order to stake his claim to her pussy?
For better or worse, my path was set. Eventually the people who I loved the most in life would come to understand the sacrifice that I’d made for my family. And then things would finally be back to normal. We would eventually be rescued and returned to our lives. Jamarcus would play football for my husband, but that would be the extent of our relationship with him. And no one, and I mean no one, would have any cause to know that I’d been a willing whore on our island prison for Jamarcus. Keeping the beast inside of him tamed in the only way that a woman is capable.
Thinking things through that afternoon and into the evening had given me the perceived clarity and resolve that I needed to see this mission through to the bitter end. As vulgar as it sounded, every drop of Jamarcus that I could drain from his prodigious y0ung testicles was a drop that wouldn’t be enjoying the hospitality of my pretty daughter’s fertiIe womb. This was my new mantra. My calling.
And there was no time like the present to get started. So I went to Jamarcus.
At that point night had fallen, but Jamarcus was also awake when I sat down next to him. He was lying with his hands interlaced behind his head, and the light of the dying campfire seemed to dance in the whites of his eyes.
Without saying one word, I rested my hand gently on Jamarcus’s chest and held it there momentarily. Taking license from the absence of any objection, I slowly began to explore the undulating contours of his massive torso… eventually making my across the expanse of his lean and taut abdomen to the waistband of his athletic shorts.
Looking back now, I realize, quite clearly in fact, that all of my rationalizations regarding this course of action had been through a slightly murky lense.
The actual reality was that we would all be rescued and returned to our lives. In point of fact, we would all be home in St. Louis a mere four and a half months from that very night. Jamarcus would indeed play football for my husband, picking up his all-pro career right where it had left off. The only difference between my twisted delusions and reality is what the outside world would know of our existence on the island.
Contrary to my hopes, everyone within arms reach of a tabloid would know how Jamarcus had made me his very willing whore, and how I had made my husband a cuckold in the process.
And moreover, Jamarcus’s role in our lives back home would most definitely not be limited to simply being my husband’s employee. To the contrary, he would maintain a significant and enduring presence in my marriage with John.
And his relationship in Steph’s marriage with Marty was another story entirely.
2021-08-14 18:33:00 +0000 UTC
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Good morning. Care to join me? I’m working on the next Jamarcus installment today. Thanks for all your comments. 😘
2021-08-12 15:02:14 +0000 UTC
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Thank you so much for your 300+ likes. I hope you enjoy my sweet pussy. Have a shower vid I took today I’m pretty excited to share with you later. 💦
2021-08-12 02:28:30 +0000 UTC
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As you know, I’m not like the others, asking for likes and promoting girls all the time. However, I’m curious how many of you are actually seeing my posts. So let’s play a game, LIKE this (and my other post) and I’ll post part two of this vid after I get 300+ likes on this post. I promise it’ll be worth your while. Thanks for being here with me! 😘😘😘
2021-08-11 16:51:43 +0000 UTC
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Women are not like men. Our biology is completely different. But not just in the obvious way that we have breasts and vaginas. It’s the chemistry in us that makes us such a cunning and diabolical species. And it’s so deeply engrained in our DNA that most of us don’t even realize what it is that drives us. We suffer alone thinking that we’re possessed of some personal defect from which other women are blissfully liberated.
I’m talking about the agony that comes from estrus. If you’re unfamiliar with the term, I’m not entirely shocked. Very few people have ever even heard the term, female sexuality isn’t a exactly commonly understood subject. In fact, the research that explains our behavior is still in its relative infancy. And up until only recently most behavioral scientists operated under an assumption that females always maintained a level of conscious control over their sexuality that allowed them to be the moral gatekeeper opposite their more depraved male counterpart.
But now, science is finally catching up to reality. And the new understanding is sending cosmic shockwaves through the academic universe. Women, it would seem, are way more depraved. And the revelation of the deceitful tactics they’ve developed over countless generations should have every so-called ‘father’ running for confirmationsal paternity tests. And it all centers around that one single term - estrus.
Estrus is the peri0d a female experiences when she’s at her most fertiIe time of her cycle. In simple terms, it’s when the bitch goes into heat. Her biology changes markedly and her most primitive instincts kick into hyperdrive. Her skin flushes just a bit, and her breasts swell subtly. Her smile gets a little brighter, and the whites of her eyes glow. It’s a 5 to 7 day peri0d of time each month where everything about us signals vitality to members of the opposite sex. And it happens to coincide with an internal drive to mate that borers on irresistible.
And for the married woman with a wonderful husband and a beautiful family, it can be downright maddening.
It was around the time I turned 35 or 36 that I had to start carrying a change of panties with me whenever I ovuIated. My tight little pussy was constantly wet. Abnormally wet, even. The kind that takes slippery to an exponentially new level. Where the sensation provided literally robs a male lover of any ability to withdraw himself at the point of climax. And that’s the whole point, isn’t it?
But sadly, the part that most married women find the most distressing during this brief monthly timespan is the seismic shift in our sexual preferences that occurs. Our sweet and loving husbands generally aren’t the savages we need to scratch this one particular itch. And that makes us feel like failures as wives and mothers.
Why? Because society tells us that we’re not supposed to be wanting to be on or our knees for Marcus, the 22 year old community college basketball player who works in the mailroom at the office. We’re not supposed to be aroused by his height and V-shaped musculature when there’s absolutely nothing else whatsoever about him that interests us. And we’re certainly not supposed to want to know what a commute back to our perfect little family homes would feel like with Marcus leaking into the cotton lining of our panties.
But we do, dammit. Because, the truth is, we’re not in control for one week each month. Our wombs are, and the rest of us are just her mode of transportation. The shame comes from thinking we’re alone in our struggle. That’s there’s not a community of a billion or more women experiencing the identical struggle.
But maybe it doesn’t need to be a struggle anymore. That’s where all you hubbies out there come into the picture.
Go easy on your wife if you happen to stumble on a pair of her badly soiled panties in the hamper when you’re throwing in a load of laundry. You obviously know the semen’s not yours. Hell, you’ve never even seen these panties before. But none of this means you need to overreact. Calmly set her down, look her in the eye and ask if she’s currently ovuIating. If so, breathe a sigh of relief, because everything is absolutely fine. In fact, it’s just like nature intends. So hug her and let her know that she’ll be feeling back to her old self in no time, and that you’ll still be there for her when she is. Then go finish washing her panties like a good husband
But on the off chance that she responds in the negative, suggesting that her little panty-messing dalliance happened during her infertiIe time of the month, then you might consider one or two other options.
Consulting with either a marriage counselor or a divorce attorney.
2021-08-07 15:54:06 +0000 UTC
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