Enjoying my lazy days in the sun! Leaving the gym for a seat at the pool now. I hope you are having a fabulous day !! š
2023-08-01 17:59:17 +0000 UTC View Post
I am a bit sunburned. š¤·āāļø Do you like my sassy braids? š¤£
2023-07-31 20:32:46 +0000 UTC View PostHappy Sunday. How are you staying cool on these oppressively hot daze? š
2023-07-30 15:06:56 +0000 UTC View PostHappy Friday to all my hotwife lovers š
2023-07-28 20:04:28 +0000 UTC View PostThe rumors are true. I do let my husband cum in me from time to time š
2023-07-26 03:02:59 +0000 UTC View Post
A spicy excerpt from my very first novel. The pretty psychiatrist then turned her attention to the visibly shaken husband sitting at the opposite end of the sofa. "You're doing great, Josh," she said in an assertive yet almost calming tone. "This is the part of the therapy where we might say that the rubber's about to m33t the road; but for the fact there isn't a rubber anywhere to be seen, is there Josh?" she said cooly, adding offhandedly that not many even exist that will fit a man as endowed as Marcus. The doctor's words cut onto Josh like a dagger She was absolutely right. Any condom that Josh had ever worn would hardly make its way over the tip of Marcus' massively thick penis. And now this man, a perfect stranger until only this very morning, was only seconds away from being given the green light to squ33ze every single inch of it into his wife. "Joshua," the doctor said snapping him out of his trance. "Why don't you come a little closer... I have a very special job for you."
2023-07-23 02:22:14 +0000 UTC View PostPlease tip in advance with the number(s) you want. All vids $7 or 5 for $30 - [ ] Menu of Goodies: - [ ] 1. B/G/B Bull fucks me while hubby gets his dick sucked. Juicy CREAM PIE š¦ - [ ] 2.B/G Bull bends me over and fucks me as moan and gasp with every deep hard thrust. My husband zooms in for some nice asshole and pussy closeups of his enormous cock stuffing my tight little pussy. - [ ] 3.B/G/B Hard core penetration from my bull while I tongue hubbyās cock hovering over my face. It finishes with my husband helping hold my ass cheeks apart for my bull to sssz see as we enter my tight little asshole - [ ] 4.B/G: Me worshiping my alphaās cock and balls that shows my pretty face being stuffed by some seriously cockš - [ ] 5.B/G/B: On my back, bullās cock in my mouth and then my pussy, hubbyās hovering his cock over my mouth. - [ ] 6. Compilation vid from the first time my alpha bull completely obliterated my hotwife cherry. - [ ] 7. Threesome of my girlfriend and her husband while mine records all (14 min)of reverse cowgirl, sucking and fucking. - [ ] 8. G/G watch my girlfriend go down on me, bend me over and fuck me with strap on. She is so hot, I loved sucking on her gorgeous titties. - [ ] 9. ANAL š Watch him fuck my asshole until heās ready to flip me on my back and cum hard all over my tits. I lick it up like a good little slut. All from his POV. - [ ] 10. SQUIRTING from your POV Lots of dirty talkš - [ ] 11. JOI: I control your jerking and control you. I will walk you through exactly when you can stroke and when you can cum.
2023-07-16 17:14:05 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a repost of my popular storyline, Jamarcus, from early 2022. Please tip if you enjoy my stories. Iām taking a leap and going to write a book. Please leave your reviews in the comments. Excited to know what you think of my dirty mind. Jamarcus installment #1 By best estimation, itās been 8 weeks and 3 days since our yacht, the Rebecca Mae, went down in the Mediterranean off the coast of Spain. Little did we know that the explosion occurring in the engine room had taken the vessel so quickly that the crew, god rest their souls, never even had the opportunity to send out a distress signal. Whether any search and rescue efforts continued on at this point remained a complete mystery to us. So here we were, stranded on a deserted island, desperately hoping and praying for discovery. But that hope was diminishing ever so slightly with every passing day on the island. It had all been meant as a little celebratory cruise to Ibiza to blow off a little steam that had built up as a result of the tense negotiations that had finally culminated with the signing of Jamarcus Rambo to a 5 year $129 million contract with my husbandās NFL expansion franchise, the St. Louis Bison. My husband John and I, along with our 28 year old daughter Steph (the teamās general counsel) and her husband Martin had flown into Portugal the day before with Jamarcus, his agent Vincent Maxwell and Jamarcusās little brother, Thomas. Weād spent the night drinking and partying at a place we leased at the Dunas Douradas Beach Club. Our 190 foot yacht, the Rebecca Mae (named after my husbandās saint of a mother), was docked not far away at the Marina de Vilamoura. In our minds, we were all about to have the time of our lives. Little did we know that things would end so unbelievably tragically. Fortunately for us, the island that makes for our current home teems with animal life (so far, none of the predatory variety), and possesses both an abundance of fresh fruit and streams swollen with fresh water that trickles down from the gently sloped peak that crowns the center of our prison. For the time being at least, the satisfaction of our basic needs has not been overly problematic. Unfortunately, all that remain of the 21 souls that had embarked from port a mere 8 weeks and 4 days before were myself, John, Steph, Martin ā¦. and Jamarcus. Thereās so much more to our sordid family history and life of privilege that I could brief you on. But, for now anyway, I believe this adequately explains who we are and the necessary facts surrounding our unusual predicament. All of which brings me to the present day, and an extremely uncomfortable conversation that Iām about to have with my husband. A conversation about an incident that my daughter and I had in the shallow, crystal clear cove that we use to bathe. An incident that involved Jamarcus. My daughter and I had stolen away to a small, protected cove along the shoreline that was about a 15 minute walk from out encampment. It was an incomparably beautiful gem that weād discovered during our second week on the island, and its crystal-clear, warm shallow waters and rocky coastline that guarded its far end, coupled with the high banks that partially shaded its western edge in the late afternoon, made it a perfectly serene and placid location to get away to for a refreshing bath after a morning spent working in the hot sun. Which, as it turns out, is precisely what Steph and myself were in the midst of when Jamarcus stumbled upon us from the palm grove lining the small beach at the coveās northern edge. At that particular instant, my daughter and I were chatting with one another about 15 feet from the shoreline as we let the warm Mediterranean breeze air-dry our nude bodies. I vividly recall the sensation of the coveās gentle waves rhythmically lapping at my ankles as I saw a completely naked Jamarcus appear from the angled palms no more than 30 or so feet away. Up to this point, the normal barriers of appropriate decorum had been adequately maintained. To my knowledge, Jamarcus had not yet seen either of us bare-breasted or witnessed with his own eyes our matching thickets of jet black pubic hair that sprung from our feminine regions (a trait that no doubt lingered from my Italian ancestry). Nor, for our part, had Steph or I yet seen the physical wonder of Jamarcus in all his nude glory. The three of us appeared to be equally startled by his abrupt and seemingly unintentional intrusion, which elicited swift and immediate reactions from both my daughter and myself meant to preserve a modicum of our modesty. As I instinctively worked to conceal as much of my soft, round breasts and bikini area as I possibly could, I reflexively apologized to Jamarcus for having dawdled in the cove as long as we had and let him know we were finished and would immediately be on our way. If, that is, he could please turn around just long enough for the two of us to collect our things. Jamarcus, for his part, made no effort whatsoever to conceal himself and his manhood, and the beast that hung low between his powerful thighs was unlike anything that I or my daughter (I assumed at least) had ever witnessed. My jaw fell slightly ajar as I stared transfixed. Just being in its presence left me with an acute awareness of my own abject vulnerability. And though he literally did nothing more than stand motionless while steph and I quickly made our way to shore, I couldnāt help but feel threatened by his imposing y0ung penis, and my cheeks flushed a bright crimson as I realized that heād taken clear note of my locked gaze. And while Jamarcus, a 6ā5 defensive end with a 50 inch box jump and almost zero body fat, made absolutely no attempt whatsoever to impede our egress, it was abundantly clear what the effects of the presence of two amply breasted petite females were having on this hormone-fueled specimen. With surprising rapidity (and no external stimulus whatsoever), his massive penis was engorging itself entirely of its own accord, gently twitching and pulsating as it made its way toward its full penetrative capabilities. Time, I feared, was of the essence. After gathering our personal items, I firmly grabbed my daughter by the elbow and led her from the beach to the small path back to our encampment that had been forged over the prior weeks. On our return, my daughter and I agreed that there was absolutely no reason to alert either of our husbands to what had happened at the cove. And fortunately, the blush had somehow managed to completely leave my cheeks by the time we arrived back at the camp. That night, however, as I lay unable to sleep next to my husband, I couldnāt help but reflect on what has transpired earlier that day at the cove. How the mere presence of two nude females instantly sparked desire in the belly of the magnificent beast with whom we share this island, and how sooner or later (most likely sooner) his need for pussy would undoubtedly become overwhelming. And I greatly feared that, unless something were to be done, Jamarcusās need would be primarily focused on the female closest to him in age, our pretty y0ung daughter, Steph. Our daughter Steph and her husband Marty met in law school at the University of Virginia and had dated for a full 5 years before finally marrying 16 months ago. Steph went off birth control almost two months to the day before we embarked on our ill fated cruise in the hopes of becoming pregnant with their first chiId. John and I were extremely excited at the prospect of becoming grandparents. Being in my early 50s and having a having a husband with a vasectomy, I hadnāt even considered the use of contraception for almost 15 years. And while I fairly that I hadnāt yet hit menopause, I had serious doubts about my fertility given my age. The incident at the cove had given me some clarity, and I knew what needed to be done. I fell asleep that night without breathing a word of the incident to my husband, which I later determined had been for the best. The nightās sleep, as restless as it was, had given me some clarity, and I now knew full well what needed to be done. My overall objective was still the same - to keep Jamarcus complete pacified so that his magnificent penis would have absolutely no need whatsoever for my daughterās newly married and likely fertiIe y0ung pussy- but it needed to be done in secret. It wasnāt until two days later that I found an appropriate opportunity to propose my arrangement to Jamarcus. He and Martin had spent the majority of the morning and afternoon foraging for downed timber in a section of the northern end of the island that had recently experienced some significant storm damage. When the two of them returned around 3 or so in the afternoon, Jamarcus announced his intention to head for a quick soak in the cove before our early dinner. With most of the preparations for the meal well in hand, I waited several minutes after Jamarcusās departure before telling my daughter and husband that I thought our wild sage stores were low enough to warrant a quick trip to the patch Iād surreptitiously stumbled upon only a week and a half prior. This particular fib required me to head off in the exact opposite direction of the cove and surreptitiously double back around our encampment before finally making my way onto the path leading toward the cove. My heart was beating out of my chest the entire way, and in no part whatsoever because of the briskness of my pace. And then I arrived. Still not quite certain whether I was going to carry through with my mission, I secretly watched Jamarcus for several minutes from the cover of the tree line. He was sitting quietly about 45 feet or so offshore reclining himself slightly backwards with the support of his long, massive arms as the warm waves rhythmically lapped against his chiseled body. His fucking body. My god, his body. In the moment, I couldnāt help but reflect on the fact that almost everything about Jamarcus was the diametric opposite of my husband. Where Johnās effervescent boisterousness and outlandish storytelling made him the life of every get together, Jamarcus was quiet and reserved - a complete and utter introvert. And their bodies seemed to bookend the entire male physical spectrum. Where John was a portly 5ā5 endomorph with no interest whatsoever in fitness, Jamarcus was a completely ripped and athletic mesomorph who stood an entire foot taller than my husband. And then there were their sex organs. Nothing about my husbandās penis seemed remotely menacing. If anything, I actually find it quite adorable. And while my husbandās struggled for years with erectile dysfunction that heās somewhat effectively managed with medication, on those occasions when heās managed to achieve a full penetrative erection, Iāve never once quaked at the thought of trying to accommodate it inside of me. Jamarcus on the other hand was possessed of a penis that I instinctively found almost threatening. Even menacing. From my vantage point to Jamarcusās rear, I obviously couldnāt see it. But even though it was obscured from my view, i knew that it was out there dangling submerged in the coveās warm comforting waters like some thick black eel waiting patiently to feast on whatever prey had the misfortune of passing by. For whatever reason, the image of it from two days prior had indelibly seared itself into my brain, and I could picture it vividly in my mindās eye- a veiny, pulsating tendril of in the prime of its virility. And unlike my husbandās semi-reliable, cute, little appendage, the ability of Jamarcus to achieve a penetrative erection was a forgone conclusion. Literally fearing the formidableness its massive girth would pose for my tight little married pussy, Iād decided to do my absolute best to get this initial encounter over with something significantly less invasive than vaginal intercourse. Hopefully a handjob while letting this bull stud fondle my fat bare tits would get him over the edge quickly, and then the two of us could simply make our separate ways back to camp with no one else the wiser. The biggest obstacle with my otherwise perfect little plan, however, was my very pussy itself. Somehow, unbeknownst to even me, it had more than readied itself for a carnal encounter with the apex predator submerged just feet away in the coveās shallow warm waters. In fact, my hairy little cunt was as wet as it had been in years, and if Jamarcusās enormous fingertips were to feel its betrayal of my true intentions he would certainly take it as license for a level of intimacy that I wasnāt yet prepared for mentally. I had to do my best to keep that from happening. Taking one last deep breath, I steeled myself for what I was about to do and stepped from the shade of the tree line and onto the warm sandy beach. Quietly removing my shorts and tank top, I made my way toward my new lover and the pendulous set of balls I was about to empty. āFor my daughter,ā I whispered to myself.
2023-07-15 19:12:53 +0000 UTC View PostContinued from previous post. But a much larger part is most always reproductive in nature. At least it can be, if the timing is rightš. Because these are the men with whom we instinctively yearn to share our w0mbs. So, when a female's vagina swells and lubricates for a man like this, the objective is not simply to secure some gawdy trinket to match the new skirt she picked up at Forever 21 last week, but rather to ensure that her little cunt gives him the kind of other-worldly sensation that makes it impossible for him to withdraw before the job is finished. And that is the kind of response I've been having on almost a daily basis when I find myself in the elevator at work with a certain summer college intern (a rower, if you must know). And while I've yet to act on my extremely unprofessional impulses to drop to my knees for him, those urges are getting more and more difficult to fight. And, to make matters even worse, I'm literally scheduled to begin ovulating tomorrow š¬
2023-07-12 19:59:23 +0000 UTC View Post
Since the dawn of mobile housing, somewhat attractive trailer park girIz such as myself have been trading their tight little cunts to get ahead in a cruel an uncaring world. It is what it is, and I certainly have no regrets. But since those early days of laying on my back in my parent's double wide for a procession of jocks and rich guys with their own cars, I've learned that two types of characteristics will almost always light up my reproductive regions. The first is money. For a lower-middle class female, being in the presence of men with financial resources and wherewithal, no matter how large their protruding bellies, will put her vagina on a lubricative track. I consider this type of physiological reaction to be more "opportunistic" in nature - A simple means of currying favor in a way that might result in something new and shiny to wear to schooI on Monday. The second, not surprisingly, is raw physical power, coupled with a large thick shaft and a pendulous set of avocado-sized testicles. Conversely, this arousal category will apply to almost any female, regardless of h3r ag3 and relative maritaI and socioeconomic status in life. I affectionately refer to this arousaI pathway as the "princ3ss and the gladiator." In this scenario, however, the response is wickedIy faster and more comprehensive in scope. Some of it, to be certain, is defensive; ensuring that our tiny litt1e vaginas aren't completely 0bliterated in the event that our powerfuI male c0mpanion makes the decision to lmpose his sexuaI wiII upon our tIny frame.
2023-07-09 14:48:01 +0000 UTC View PostMind if I flash you before I strap on this sports bra for a little workout?
2023-07-08 02:45:08 +0000 UTC View PostIf you are newer to my page or need a refresher in who I amā¦this is for you. Iāll never forget one of the last 'talks' I had with my husband before becoming his hotwife.Ā It happened two nights before he visited us the first time.Ā Neither of us could sleep. Things were about to get real, and I seriously needed some last minute reassurance that our marriage was going to survive the weekend. So I decided to hit my husband with a huge dose of reality and gauge his reaction. I grabbed my phone and pulled up a picture that he had sent to me when we first started talking.Ā It was one of him standing naked in front of a large bathroom mirror. I'll never forget the very first time I opened it. The combination of muscles, tattoos and the huge perfect cock hanging between his 28 year old legs literally had made my panties wet for him. I handed hubby my phone and told him that the bull in the picture was literally hours away from boarding a plane for one single purpose.Ā To get himself some pussy.Ā And the pussy he wanted was the one in between his wife's legs. Then I warned Scott about my attraction to this bull. Especially about how turned on I was by the size of his penis.Ā I confessed that I'd sent him a DM telling him how excited I was to have my husband watch him stretch my pussy in ways that he couldn't.Ā I wanted Scott to know that my y0ung bull already knew he was bigger than him, and that it was because I had told him so.Ā My husband was still staring at my phone when I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his.Ā I playfully licked his lips as I warned him how I wouldn't just be spreading my legs for this y0ung bull andĀ I was eagerly going to be a woman for him with other parts of my body too. I told my husband to close his eyes and imagine me rubbing the tip of my bull's erection across my lips and coating them in his precum. And to think about how he'll react watching me make love to the huge penis in the picture with my mouth.Ā "I want to be on my knees for that boy," I admitted, "and I want you to watch me kiss the tip of his cock before I take it in my mouth and suck it for him." "Can you handle all of that baby," I asked.Ā My husband nodded in agreement. I finished by telling him how he also loves having his cock cleaned by his hotwives while the husbands watch.Ā And that I really wanted to do that for him.Ā Ā With my mouth still next to his, I gently ran my index finger along the length of his hard penis outside of his underwear then reached into the waistband and gripped him with my hand.Ā I was relieved that my naughty confessions had given him a firm erection. Then I put his hand between my legs so he could feel my own arousal for what was coming. But this night needed a special capstone. Stroking him, I asked him if his male ego could handle everything we'd discussed, and he nodded again, more vigorously this time. Then I told him that if he truly wanted me to cuckold him in our bed, he needed to prove it to me by going down on the pussy that was about to belong to my new y0ung bull.Ā He needed to make me cum hard with his mouth.Ā And that I would be able to tell for certain if he wanted all of this by his effort. No more than a few moments later my husband had me thoroughly convinced that he wanted me to be his hotwife.Ā So I rested my hand on his head and allowed his mouth to bring me one of the more intense orgasms I'd had in a while.
2023-07-03 22:34:08 +0000 UTC View Post
Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow. Ha, Iām like little orphan Annie. For those who say I donāt smile enough, last pic is for you. š
2023-07-01 18:25:32 +0000 UTC View PostFeeling a little extra spicy today š„µ
2023-06-27 21:22:37 +0000 UTC View PostHubby and I are about to book a trip to Vegas. Super excited for the topless pool! Can you guess where?
2023-06-26 11:03:13 +0000 UTC View PostHow was your weekend? Anyone NOT under severe weather warning rn?
2023-06-25 22:36:21 +0000 UTC View PostPlease excuse the earlier video. š¤¦āāļø š¤£ Please xcuse me, but could you please stop scrolling and watch me masturbate for you? I have to be quiet because we have guests staying with us. Hehe š Tips always appreciated! š
2023-06-22 16:24:16 +0000 UTC View PostHappy Fatherās Day Daddy š check your auto-renew DMās for a naughty video later
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2023-06-16 03:42:36 +0000 UTC View PostSo upclose and personal you can practically smell my sweet pussy. I promise you, itās a smell youāll never want to forget.
2023-06-15 01:00:17 +0000 UTC View PostGetting acquainted with the new piercings. Healing is going better than I expected. Other than a little actual āsnagā earlier š£ š¤
2023-06-14 01:06:17 +0000 UTC View PostHeaded to our first of3 grad parties today. The college grad parties are my fave š
2023-06-10 16:15:18 +0000 UTC View PostUnderstandably, some husband's are mortified by the thought of witnessing their wife's pretty little vagina being stretched to its breaking point by a sexy stud heII-bent on nutting way deeper inside of her than her sweet and supportive hubby's ever been. Fortunately for me, however, my husband simply cannot help himself. Seeing my face scrunched in ecstacy with my cock-dru~k eyes rolled completely back into my pretty little head is just what turns the poor man on. And, perhaps somewhat unfortunately for him, that face is only achievable by a select class of male that does not include him as a member. Ironically, tho, that's exactly what makes us soulmates.
2023-06-06 13:07:21 +0000 UTC View PostI hope you had a great weekend. I feel like Iām on a graduation party tour! It barely into June and I have been to 5 grad parties so far. I canāt complain, the college b0ys are always fun to chat up. š
2023-06-05 04:12:20 +0000 UTC View PostFresh out of the shower. Showing off a lil pair of VS panties my sweet hubby gave me this past weekend.
2023-06-01 03:34:52 +0000 UTC View Post