Check out this text that Scott got this weekend from my alpha bull.
"And dont get freaked out when you hear your sexy little wife start to gag. She won't be minding it. I promise."
You can file that one under things guaranteed to make a middle-aged married slut swoon lol
It seems like every single day, there's another story in the news about a female teacher allegedly having engaged in inappropriate behavior with a male student. Usually she's married, in her 30s or 40s, and relatively attractive.
Not surprisingly, I tend to sympathize with these women way more than I probably should. But the fact of the matter is this. Women reaching the latter portion of their fertiIity (such as most of the women who end up in the news) tend to be more than just a little hormonal. Our bodies, flooded with chemicals literally designed to part a female's legs, have but one objective in mind - to seize our one last chance to breed.
And when you put these poor females into close proximity on a daily basis with cocky, y0ung jocks with more muscles, blonde hair and testosterone than they know what to do with, well, chances are fairly good that nature will take its course.
And that's exactly what this is - nature. As inexcusable as it may be on a cognitive level, the cold hard reality is that when an attractive female at the height of her libido finds herself in close quarters to a pheromone-spewing stud with 8 very thick inches to his credit, odds are good that she'll unavoidably find her panties begin to moisten.
Ans that is when she invariably will find herself making the kind of decisions likely to cost her both her career and her family. Hell, maybe even her freedom.
So to all you women looking to go into education, may I suggest sticking with either eIementary or middle, and leaving the high schooI positions to the men๐
As the old saying goes, it generally takes two to tango.
Unless, that is, it happens to be the hotwife tango. Because that particular dance undeniably involves a third. And, depending on how endowed the bull in question happens to be, some might even go so far as to argue that it actually includes a fourth.
And the latter, if you don't already know, is most assuredly my kind of tango๐
A bit of history about me.
My current alpha bull is actually the same y0ung stud who took my hotwife cherry. In fact, he didn't just take it. The mother fucker absolutely obliterated it. I've considered him to be the rightful owner of my tight little pink cunt ever since. But unbeknownst to my sweet hubby, my alpha took it a tad bit earlier than previously disclosed.
The plan was that i would m33t him at a nearby Starbucks for a coffee; just to see if the two of us had any chemistry, and then Scott would join us later to put his personal seal of approval on things.
The problem- if you can even call it that- is that the spark was instant. Everything about him Iit up my senses. And before I even knew what was happening, I was riding his stunningly impressive erection to multiple orgasms in the back of my Lexus SUV (tinted windows are an absolute must for today's married slut ๐).
We returned to the Starbucks mere minutes before Scott arrived. I thought for sure we were busted. My face and hair weren't technically a mess, but I certainly wasn't as put together as I would have preferred. Plus I was sporting the kind of glow that a woman can only get from something long and thick. Fortunately, Scott is often oblivious to such things lol. Unbeknownst to him to this very day, my bull's kids were already beginning to flood my panties the moment that the two of them shook hands.
As for me, I was already longing for round two... But that wouldn't be until the following weekend.
Would you mind if your wife's primary bull resized her pussy so that it wasn't quite as snug for you as it used to be? For instance, if it meant letting her experience the kind of primal sensation a woman craves?
One possible solution is turn your wife's pretty little back door into the "marital pussy." That way, everyone is appropriately accommodated. Your wife's bull gets the tight married cunt he needs for his release. Your wife gets to enjoy the feeling she can only get from being penetrated by a god. And you, the sweet and supportive husband, get to be relegated to using her filthy little asshoIe for your fun.
And while maybe it's not the most ideal scenario for the hubby, it certainly has to beat the feeling of throwing his hotdog down the proverbial hallway๐
Incidentally, this approach is especially effective for those women looking to conceive with their sexy y0ung bull...
A great way to spark a discussion with your wife about the hotwife lifestyle is to playfully ask her to tell you about the last time another man caused her to become wet. I assure you, it happens way more frequently than most wives are willing to admit. There isn't a bedroom hamper in suburbia that won't attest to it๐คฃ
Obviously, this line of questioning is fraught with some peril. But trust me, if you get her appropriately relaxed with a good shoulder massage and a healthy pour of her favorite red, you might just hit the jackpot. Just remember to keep it playful and judgment free.
And most importantly, be sure to ask her exactly what it was that triggered her to start lubricating for him. Maybe it was a combination of his dominant aura and the outline of an anaconda hibernating in his slacks. Or alternatively, perhaps it was the confident ease with which he ordered her to drop to her knees and be a good girI for him. Either way, you're most likely never going to know unless you do a little probing.
Who knows... it might just lead the way to getting yourself. the naughty little hotwife of your dreams. And please be sure to let me know how it goes. ๐
Most every woman - your wife included - has a g@ngbang fantasy that she won't likely confess to on anything less than 3 moderately stiff drinks. I'm the obvious exception. I'll talk about mine with just about anyone willing to listen lol.
It always start with the same general premise. My alpha bull tells me simply that I'll be entertaining at a bachelor party for one of his best friends, and provides me with the address and room number for the hotel. I'm told to show up at 11 pm sharp wearing nothing but a raincoat, high heels and black stocking and garter belt. No bra. And most definitely no panties.
I dutifully arrive on time and in the proper uniform, and i'm instantly greeted by 12 of the sexiest men I've ever seen (it is a fantasy, after all lol).
My bull slyly offers to take my coat, leaving my breasts and cunt fully exposed to a room filled with testosterone fueled studs in their late 20's.
After spending several minutes on my knees ensuring the proper engorgement of all my attractive new friends, they spend the rest of the evening unceremoniously filling each of my eager holes with their thick y0ung cocks.
Until, once fully spent, they finally send me home to my husband in the form of a Twinky, with all three injection points filled to absolute capacity.
Interestingly, I normally don't orgasm in this fantasy until I've arrived back home to recount the entire sordid tale to my sweet hubby whilst perched atop his sexy face๐
When my soulmate hubby gets the pleasure of watching my y0ung alpha bull test the limits of my vaginal elasticity, I'd like to say that I know for a fact that it's going to turn out to be a win-win-win for everyone involved.
But for some reason, I always think Scott's going to balk at the very last second. And this low-grade hotwife anxiety I get always has me holding my breath until we're safely past the point of no return - which is the polite way of saying the point where my bull's very thick (and very bare) 9 inches are fully embedded in my fertiIe little cunt.
But God bless my husband for always letting me have what I need. It's one of the reasons I know that we'll always be together โค๏ธ
My alpha bull seems to prefer taking me from behind the first time that he has me after a bit of a hiatus. Which, in all honesty, is the position I love the most with him. Especially with my husband in the room to watch it happen.
Because mounting a woman from behind signals ownership and control. More than any other position, it demonstrates that she is the bitch. To emphasize this point, I always look my husband directly in the eye when my alpha bull is lining the tip of his thick y0ung penis up with my blossomed cunt. I want to see if Scott will finally stand up and challenge my bull for the pussy.
And when he passively relents like the good b0y that he is, which is always the case, you'll find me smiling ear to ear. Because it means I get to enjoy being penetrated by the kind of cock that a woman needs every so often.
Once I get over the initial sensation of being split in two, that is๐๐๐ฅด
For a y0ung stud looking to sew his oats, married pussy is almost always the best option.
For one, we're already t!ed down with our sweet and loving spouses. So y0unger bulls looking to get up inside never have to worry about us getting too attached. At least to them, personally. The cock, if it's good enough, is another story๐
Second, being married automatically makes adultery hot. It's the whole "forbidden fruit" thing. Which means college studs never have to worry about whether the older pussy's gonna be wet. Trust me, it will be. For me personally, some days just glancing at my wedding ring reflexively makes me want to go ass-up.
And lastly, with so much uncertainty surrounding Roe v Wade and ab0rtion law these days, going bare for a guy is always a better bet when it's with an attached woman just looking for a no-strings fling. Hell, half the time we get kn0cked up in cheating scenarios, we probably don't even know the father's real last name. And for the other half, he probably looked facially similar enough to the poor, unwitting hubby to turn the whole thing into a joyous occasion.
So there you have it. Married pussy is the absolute golden ticket for y0unger studs with so much testosterone, their poor balls ache to be emptied. And as an added bonus, we will almost always drop everything we're doing to go drain them (on a dime, for the right dick). It's just what being married does to us ๐
I'm in the mood today for a bull who has what it takes to order my hubby to go pour him a drink while he's simultaneously in the process of bending me over more aggressively than necessary and pulling my little wet panties to the side so that he can have my tight little cunt all to himself. Announcing his authority with one or two robust sIaps to my ass would be the icing on the cake.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, makes me swoon more than a bull who's dominant enough to take charge of the both of us. But a bull with a cock so thick that it fills my little pussy with the exquisite combination of fear and desire definitely a close second๐ฅต๐
Like most women, I assume, I bury my dirty panties in the very bottom of my hamper at the end of each day. Why? Well, for a couple of reasons, primarily.
The first of which is the fact that the evidence of how routinely wet I get throughout the course of a normal day is frankly almost a bit embarrassing. I guess part of me wants to believe I have some level of conscious control over how accommodating my tight little cunt would feel at any given moment to a man. The truth, however, is that I don't. I learned that particular lesson the hard way (no pun inyended) with my husband's business partner, Raef. It literally seemed like the more I despised him and his gargantuan arrogance, the wetter and tighter I would get for him. And the mother fucker still never misses an opportunity to point that out to me ๐ก
But it's not just the visible evidence that I try and conceal. I'm also more than just a little self conscious about my, shall we say..., female scent. And it's not because I think it's bad or in any way unappealing. Quite to the contrary, in fact. What bothers me, if I'm being completely honest, is just how fucking arousing I've found it to be to members of the opposite sex. Which makes it another "control" aspect that disturbed me when it comes to sex, I guess. Which is the fact that my own scent can actually betray my conscious will or something lol. Meaning that, even though my mouth might be saying, "no" to the nameless brazen stud with BDE, my needy pussy might be sending highly conflicting signals of its very own. Leading to even more embarrassing and shame-filled Raef-like situations. Ugg.
Which all leads me to the singular conclusion that a woman's end of the day panties should either be buried deep in the boweIs of her hamper or otherwise shot into deep space ๐
As an evangelical, it's only natural that I often try to rationalize my somewhat less than mainstream behaviors within the context of my religious beliefs.
My latest musings involve the role of fellatio in marriage. Particularly, the kind that ends with the wife's snap decision as to whether she'll be spitting or swallowing (and shame on all you spitting wives out there!!!). This type of sexual activity is most certainly not procreative, which has led many a puritanical soul to avoid engaging in the devil's lollipop altogether. Some overly aggressive members of the clergy might even argue that a "happy-ending BJ" is nearly even tantamount to having an aborti0n lol.
But here's the way this little wife sees it.
Bottom line - if God didn't want a wife orally servicing her husband every so often, he wouldn't have created thick y0ung bulls to stretch her vaginal walls beyond the point of sensation for him๐
Just wrapped up the hiring for our summer college intern program - which, thankfully, is almost back in full swing at this point. The truth is, staffing at our head office here in Chicago is just about a 50-50 split right now, gender-wise. But for some reason, the males here are mostly on the "fluffy" side these days. Alternatively, us ladies have never been tighter and more put together.
Which is why this ovulating little head of HR spent a significant amount of time this year focusing on the recruitment of athletes from the Pac 12.
And if the damp spot in my panties today is any indication, there's a certain blonde water polo player with cobalt-blue eyes who's going to be getting plenty of scoring opportunities this summer. But only one of part of him's going to need toweling off after the final whistle blows in this particular game ๐
There is nothing sexier than watching a dominant alpha male enjoying the tight little cunt of another man's pretty wife.
And if you don't believe me, then I must insist that you talk to my hubby, Scott. It's safe to say that he has some experience when it comes to this particular topic๐
Springtime in Chicago means only one thing. Thawing vaginas across the entire tri-state area are all simultaneously hunting for the good cock. This little wife's vagina is certainly no exception lol.
Honestly, it feels like she's been in hibernation since around Christmas. But trust me when I tell she's fully alert and on the prowl.
Which means if I don't find something thick and veiny to satisfy her aching need for a good stretching, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
Because let's face facts. No matter how supremely talented a husband might be in the oral department, sometimes a wife just needs someone hung and y0ung to make her feel like a woman. Please if you enjoyed my 7 min video. Please tip extra if you came to it. ๐ ๐
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