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Need to treat these feet today! Do you want an after photo? ..

Need to treat these feet today!
Do you want an after photo? 😘😘

So busy putting out my “married guy” video I forgot to give ..

So busy putting out my “married guy” video I forgot to give you my pregnant body update! 😜

My Hotwife Journey Pt 36"The Married Guy"So, this one starts..

My Hotwife Journey Pt 36
"The Married Guy"

So, this one starts with a DM. A DM from “The Married Guy.” Now it was a pretty standard one, honestly. Nothing crazy, nothing overly cocky—just a simple, confident, message. One that got my attention though.

Now, usually, I get a lot of messages. Some are straight-up cringe, some are lazy as hell, and some are just so over-the-top that I can’t even take them seriously. But this guy? He had my attention right away. Something about the way he messaged me—polite but direct, flirty but not desperate—made me pause.

So, I did what I always do. I checked out his profile.

And, holy wow, was I glad I did.

Tall. Tattooed. Built like someone who actually enjoys the gym. The kind of man who looks like he could pin you down without even trying. And married. That last part made me even hotter.

Because all I could think about was how lucky his wife was.

Did she know how fucking good she had it? Did she take him for granted, or did she let him use her the way a man like that should be able to use a woman?

I had to know.

I agreed to catch up with him for coffee. Nothing serious, just a quick little chat to see if we actually had chemistry in person. What made it even hotter was that hubby was in the same shops doing the groceries while I sat across from this gorgeous man, sipping my latte and feeling a heat build between my thighs.

And let me tell you—we vibed.

Like, that instant, I-want-to-take-your-clothes-off kind of chemistry. We flirted, we laughed, and by the time we finished our drin, I knew I was going to fuck him. It was just a matter of when.

It took a little scheduling, but finally, everything lined up. I book a hotel. I told hubby he was coming to watch—and, of course, he’d be locked up. Again.

And that’s when it really hit me.

I love this life. I love being a hotwife.

I love knowing that I can find a man like this, connect with him, crave him, take him—all with my husband watching, aching, wanting but never having.

And the best part? Hubby loves it too.

I’m so lucky to have a man who understands me, who gives me this freedom, who wants to see me fulfilled in ways he never could.

And now, I was about to show him exactly why this was worth it.

Walking into the hotel with both hubby and "Married Guy" felt surreal.

There we were—me, my lock-up husband, and this gorgeous, tattooed man I had been craving to get my hands on. And instead of ri pping each other’s clothes off immediately, we stood there making small talk.

It was polite. Too polite.

Hubby asked about his work, "Married Guy" asked how long we’d been in the lifestyle, and I? Well, I nodded along, pretending to be engaged in the conversation when in reality, I was struggling to focus on anything but the fact that I was about to fuck this man senseless.

I wanted to touch him.

I wanted to feel the body I had been eyeing since our coffee dat e. I wanted to see if the bulge I had fantasized about was really as big as I imagined. And most of all? I wanted him to put me in my place—to grab me, kiss me, and remind me why I was here.

I barely lasted five minutes.

Finally, I just couldn’t take it anymore.

There was no invitation. We just started kissing.

His hands were on me instantly—firm, greedy, like he had been holding back just as much as I had. He tilted my head up, claiming my mouth with a deep, hungry kiss that sent shivers straight to my core.

Fuck. Yes.

And in that moment, I thought about his wife again.

Does she get kissed like this all the time? Does she get fucked the way I’m about to be? Because if she does, I swear to Go d, she is one lucky woman.

Hubby sat on the edge of the bed, completely forgotten, as "Married Guy" sat down on the bed. My hands were all over him, desperate to feel every inch of the man I had been waiting to have. And when I finally got his pants undone and saw just how thick he was?

I shot a look at my husband—who was already lea king inside his cage—and smirked.

“It’s so much thicker and longer then yours!”

Then I pushed him down and got onto my knees on the bed.

I could feel hubby’s eyes bur ning into me as I curled my fingers around the base of "Married Guy’s" cock.

Thick. Heavy. Pulsing in my hand.

Even in my grip, he felt huge—warm, solid, commanding my attention. The sheer size of him sent a thrill through me. This wasn’t just a tease anymore—this was real. I was about to take him.

I let my fingers slide along this shaft, slowly, teasing myself just as much as I was teasing him. I wanted to savor this. I wanted to feel every inch, every twitch of anticipation, every shift of his hips as he held back, waiting to see what I would do.

And when I finally licked the swo llen tip, I heard the sharp inhale above me.

Fuck, I loved that. That first taste, that first reaction.

I swirled my tongue around the head, slow, deliberate, dra gging it over the sensitive ridge before flicking against the tip. I could taste him. Precum coa ted my tongue, sa lty and warm, making me moan softly as I swallowed it down.

Then I looked up at hubby.

He was a wreck already.

His hands were gripping his thighs, his caged cock twitching and lea king, his breathing short, desperate, completely out of control. His face was flushed and I knew what he was thinking.

I smirked, keeping my eyes locked on his as I parted my lips wider, tilting my head forward, and took "Married Guy" into my mouth.

The first few inches slid in effortlessly, the smooth heat of him pressing against my tongue. But then, as I moved lower, my jaw stretched wider and wider.

My lips strai ned around him, my throat tig htening as I tried to take him deeper.

And I did.

"Fuck," he exh aled, his fingers tightening just slightly, guiding me lower.

I loved that. That little show of control.

I let him push, forc ing me deeper, stretc hing my throat more, making me take all of him. My nose was pressed against his skin, my throat completely stu ffed.

And fuck, I loved that even more.

I stayed there, holding him deep, feeling my throat tigh ten around him, my body fig hting to adjust. Then, slowly, I pulled back, gas ping for air as I let him slide out with a long, messy string of sp it connecting my lips to his cock.

I wiped my chin, panting slightly, my lips swo llen and wet.

Then, I did it again.

I sucked hard, hollo wing my cheeks, dra gging my tongue along his length as I worked him like I had something to prove.

And maybe I did.

Because this? This was the perfect cock.

I moaned around him, letting the vibration send shivers through his body. His grip in my hair tight ened, guiding me, controlling the rhythm, setting the pace. His hips started to move, thrus ting slowly, fucking my throat, pushing past my lim its, owning my mouth completely.

I let him use me, let him fuck my throat until I was a droo ling, ga gging, desp erate mess. My hands gri pped his thighs for balance.

And the entire time, I felt hubby watching.

His cock strai ning against his cage so hard I thought he might br eak it.

Then I looked up at "Married Guy," smirking as I licked my lips.

"Fuck," he muttered, staring down at me like he wanted to ru in me completely.

I smirked. A smile that said, “Fuck I am going to have fun with this!”

Then I grabbed "Married Guy" by the hips, sho ved my face forward—and took him even deeper.

And "Married Guy" was loving it.

His hand slipped into my hair, gripping lightly as he watched me cho ke down his cock.

Then, strong hands grabbed my waist.

I barely had time to register what was happening before I felt my body being lifted, repositioned onto my hands and knees.  My ass in the air ready for him.

A sharp jolt of anticipation ran through me as I felt him spread me open, his strong hands gripping my ass cheeks, exposing everything.

Then, he paused.

“Fuck,” he muttered, as he saw that I was plugged. His fingers grazing the jewell of my butt plug.

I loved knowing that he’d find it there. I loved knowing that I had been walking around all day with my ass plugged.

He let out a deep groan and ran his tongue over the exposed skin around the plug, licking me, teasing me, making me squirm.

Then—he went lower.

The first flick of his tongue against my pussy made me gasp, my fingers digging into the sheets.

The second made me moan.

And the third?

That was when I completely melted.

He ate me like a man who knew exactly what he was doing—long, deep licks, his tongue swirling, teasing, sucking at my clit before dragging back down.

I pushed back against his face, begging for more without words, grinding against his tongue as he licked me from behind.

God, he was so fucking good at this.

I bit my lip, panting, already aching for what would come next.

And then—he gave it to me.

He grabbed my hips, lined himself up, and with one hard thrust, buried himself inside me.

I cried out, my fingers twisting in the sheets as my body stretched to take him.

The first few thrusts were slow, teasing—just enough to make me feel every inch of him.

Then, he started to fuck me like he owned me.

Each deep, powerful stroke knocked the air from my lungs, my ass bouncing back against his hips, the wet slap of skin filling the hotel room.

I was wrecked already.

The stretch, the heat, the overwhelming fullness—it was everything.

And hubby was right there watching, completely powerless.

I turned my head, locking eyes with him, watching the way his body trembled, his caged cock leaking uncontrollably as he witnessed something he could never give me.

“Look at me, baby,” I panted, barely able to form words as "Married Guy" slammed into me, hitting deeper every time. “Look how deep he is.”

Hubby whimpered, his face completely wrecked.

And that sent a fresh wave of arousal rolling through me.

I loved this. I fucking loved this.

I loved being a hotwife. I loved being taken like this. I loved that my husband let me do this, that he wanted me to be completely fulfilled.

And I loved knowing that this man’s wife got to have him like this all the time.

I could only imagine how it felt to have him take her like this whenever he wanted.

His pace grew rougher, his hands tightening on my hips, his body taking everything from me, his groans getting deeper, more desperate.

Then—he suddenly pulled out.

I barely had time to react before he grabbed my hair and turned me around, pushing me down onto my knees.

I opened my mouth instinctively, already knowing what he wanted.

I wrapped my lips around him, sucking him deep, feeling the slick mix of my arousal on his cock as I took him back into my throat.

I moaned around him, letting my tongue swirl over the head, making it as messy and desperate as possible.

I wanted him to feel exactly how much I loved this..

Then—he moved me again.

He leaned back onto the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he guided me onto his face.

I didn’t hesitate.

I climbed up, straddling him, lowering myself onto his mouth, letting out a long, breathless moan as his tongue flicked over my clit.

His hands gripped my hips, controlling my movements, forcing me to ride his face.

And fuck—he was relentless.

I gasped, arching forward, my hands slamming onto his chest for balance as he licked me from below. Long, deep strokes, hungry and consuming, like he was claiming every inch of me with his mouth.

I collapsed forward, gasping, shivering, completely spent.

But he wasn’t done with me.

Even as my body trembled from the aftershocks, he guided me up, shifting my legs until I was straddling his lap. His cock pressed against me, still slick from my mouth, still aching to be inside me again.

I was still breathless, my pulse erratic, but I didn’t hesitate.

I reached between us, gripping his thick shaft, guiding him to my entrance.

Then I slid down onto him, slowly, inch by inch, letting him fill me completely.

I started moving, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles, feeling every ridge, every perfect inch grinding inside me. His hands slid up my back, grabbing my hair, pulling me down for a deep, heated kiss as I rode him.

I was completely in control now.

I set the pace.

I rode him just he way I wanted. Selfishly using his cock to fill me up and pleasure me. Once I was done though I collapsed against him, breathless, my heartbeat pounding against my ribs.

After this he once again moved me into all fours. Only this time I had took the plug out so he could really enjoy the view. It didn’t take him long. Without a word, he slipped his thumb inside, pressing deep, stretching me open again.

I gasped, my thighs clenching as he bent me forward onto all fours, pushing inside me again, fucking me hard with his cock and his thumb at the same time.

The sensations were overwhelming. The stretch, the heat, the complete and utter fullness that left me shaking, moaning, completely at his mercy.

Behind me, I could hear hubby.

Breathless. Whimpering. Completely wrecked by what he was witnessing.

Later, he would tell me that his cock leaked uncontrollably the entire time. That it was like a ruined orgasm that never stopped, his body desperate to release, his cage trapping him in a state of endless frustration.

But in that moment, I didn’t care.

I was too busy falling apart.

My body was trembling, my thighs weak, my breath still ragged from the last orgasm that had just wrecked me.

I was used. Stretched. Completely claimed.

And he still wasn’t done with me.

But he had one last thing to claim.

He gripped my thighs, spreading me wide, and without hesitation, buried his mouth between my legs.

I was so sensitive, my body overloaded—but that didn’t stop him.

His tongue flicked over my clit, slow at first, teasing, before dragging down, licking deep into me, tasting the mess he had left behind. I moaned, my back arching, offering myself to him all over again.

Then, without warning, his fingers slid inside me.

I didn’t want him to stop.

His fingers curled inside me, rubbing against my most sensitive spot, pressing, teasing, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes. My legs twitched, my hands gripping the sheets, my moans growing louder, more desperate.

I was so close.

So close.

Then—he did it.

He curled his fingers at just the right angle, his tongue flicking against my clit hard and fast—

And then—I felt it.

The undeniable, unstoppable release.

I squirted hard, soaking his hand.

But now…It was his turn.

He sat back, his cock thick, swollen, throbbing in his grip as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on me, drinking in the sight of me completely wrecked from what he had just done.

I pushed myself up weakly, crawling toward him, my body still shaking, but I knew what I wanted.

I wanted to finish him.

I wanted to taste him.

I wanted to feel every last drop of his release sliding down my throat.

I moved between his legs, pushing them apart, then leaned in, my lips grazing the head of his cock, my tongue teasing the tip as he groaned deep in his chest.

But I wasn’t done yet.

I wanted to give him more.

I wanted him to experience something he’d never forget.

So I pushed his legs up, exposing him completely, and let my tongue trail lower.

His breath hitched.

The moment my tongue traced his tight asshole his entire body tensed.

His cock twitched violently in his grip, his abs flexing, his moans turning into deep, uncontrollable groans.

I didn’t stop.

I flicked my tongue against him, pressing deeper, teasing, letting him feel what it was like to be completely taken care of.

His thighs trembled. His moans grew louder. His cock pulsed hard in his grip.

He was so fucking close.

Then, suddenly, his hand moved faster, his strokes turning frantic, desperate—

He told me to come forward because he was about to cum. And I did. Placing my mouth over his cock…making sure I would get it all.

With a deep, shuddering groan, his entire body locked up, his cock pulsing violently in his hand.

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot onto my waiting tongue, filling my mouth. There was so much. I looked up at hubby as I his cock continued to explode into my mouth. I had to start swallowing even before he had finished cumming.

I took it all.

Every last drop.

His release was so much, so thick, my throat working fast to swallow it down, but I could barely keep up.

I stayed there, holding my mouth closed against his cock, my tongue coated in his cum. I swallowed it all.

He collapsed back, completely spent, his chest heaving, his muscles twitching as the aftershocks of his orgasm rolled through him.

I wiped my mouth, licking the last traces off my lips.

Then, slowly, I turned to hubby.

He was still sitting in the chair, his face flushed, his hands clenched into fists. His caged cock was leaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what was going on in his mind. Because just like last time I knew I was in control.

I pushed myself up on shaky legs, moving toward him.

I walked over to him. Tapping his cage.

I cupped his face, tilting his head up until his eyes met mine.

Then I kissed him. When I pulled back, I ran my thumb over his lips. And whispered that I loved him. Thanking him for once again giving me the chance to live my best life.

Everyone loved my anal pegging video last night… should I do..

Everyone loved my anal pegging video last night… should I do it more often! 😉

Just going to let you know that today was my first pregnancy..

Just going to let you know that today was my first pregnancy fuck with a BBC. We fucked three times and he came in me every time! ❤️

I can’t walk!

Hubby fucked my ass… and then I fucked his! 😜 he is well tra..

Hubby fucked my ass… and then I fucked his! 😜 he is well trained now he even ruins himself and cleans it up!

It’s beach weather this weekend! 😃

It’s beach weather this weekend! 😃

There is something about fishnets! 😉

There is something about fishnets! 😉

Tell the truth.. how long would you last if you came home fr..

Tell the truth.. how long would you last if you came home from work and found me waiting for you in this outfit?
Would you make quick work of me, or would you take your time?

Last time I was pregnant I didn’t own any bad dragons! 😜 Thi..

Last time I was pregnant I didn’t own any bad dragons! 😜

This time I own quite a few!

It’s Monday you know what that means! 🤰

It’s Monday you know what that means! 🤰

He made me cum more times than any other bull in one session..

He made me cum more times than any other bull in one session! 😃 oh and the way he fingered my asshole was amazing!

Question… does seeing nipples though a shirt turn you on?

Question… does seeing nipples though a shirt turn you on?

Tell me… would you help oil me up!

Tell me… would you help oil me up!

Imagine being a taste tester of my toys! 😜

Imagine being a taste tester of my toys! 😜

I forgot my Monday Mombod update so here is a Tuesday one! 😉..

I forgot my Monday Mombod update so here is a Tuesday one! 😉

Just found this in my hidden folder! Can’t believe I almost ..

Just found this in my hidden folder! Can’t believe I almost forgot to share this with you all! 😜

It’s from a couple of weeks ago

I hope you all had a great Sunday! 😉

I hope you all had a great Sunday! 😉

I can’t believe how quickly he had me squirting all over his..

I can’t believe how quickly he had me squirting all over his cock!

If you thought my body couldn’t get any hotter… 😀 I love the..

If you thought my body couldn’t get any hotter… 😀

I love the way I’m changing everyday!

Now imagine both of us pregnant! 😜

Now imagine both of us pregnant! 😜

Tell me mums aren’t sexy… I’ll prove you wrong!

Tell me mums aren’t sexy… I’ll prove you wrong!

Just had my ass fucked for the first time since being pregna..

Just had my ass fucked for the first time since being pregnant! 😜

Monday weekly bump update. I feel bigger this week. Do I loo..

Monday weekly bump update. I feel bigger this week. Do I look bigger?

This was me a month and a bit ago! It’s crazy how big I’m ge..

This was me a month and a bit ago! It’s crazy how big I’m getting this time! 😃

Using my strapless strap on to fuck myself!

Using my strapless strap on to fuck myself!

One of the earliest signs that I was pregnant… other then yo..

One of the earliest signs that I was pregnant… other then you guys commenting on how big my tits we’re getting was the fact that I needed to masturbate all the time! I took every chance I could get!

MY HOTWIFE JOURNEY PT 34"I caged Hubby for the first time"So..

MY HOTWIFE JOURNEY PT 34
"I caged Hubby for the first time"

So, I've been dying to share this wild ride with you all, and let me tell you, it's one for the books. I finally did it. It has been something I have discussed with Hubby so many times. What’s funny though is I never ever thought we would go this route. I mean when we first started discussing me being a hotwife and Hubby sharing me we always baulked as the idea of locking Hubby up. It was just something we had no interest in. I mean Hubby was such an alpha male. Successful. Good looking. And someone no one would ever suspect of being a cuckold. But things change. Dynamics change. There was a power shift that occurred. It's all about control, pleasure, and the sweet taste of humiliation that my dear hubby has unknowingly been craving for so long. So, buckle up, because this is going to be one explicit, toe-curling tale of a morning that redefined our marriage.

It all started with the anticipation that had been building up for weeks. I'd been teasing my hubby about locking him up, and the day finally arrived. I mean I bought the cage. Showed him. And let him know that one day soon he would be wearing it.

That day finally arrived. The look on his face when I presented him with the chastity cage was priceless – a mix of terror and arousal that had his cock twitching despite his nerves. I took my time, savouring every moment as I secured him in his new, snug little home.

"There we go baby, all caged up," I whispered, giving his poor, trapped cock a playful tap. The key? Well, I left that out. Teasing him and letting him know it is there but he can’t use it. He wore it all day before we took it off at night. His balls were literally blue. He told me that knowing his cock was caged while he was at work was a huge turn on. Yet every time he got hard his cock strained against the cage making him uncomfortable. What was really funny though was the fact that he embarrassingly admitted that he had to sit down to . That was the moment I knew I could have him do whatever I wanted.

Enter Mr. Thicc, my well-endowed friend. Ripped as anything and hu ng like a ho rse. I mean, his cock is seriously as thick as my arm, and just as hard. He had messaged me a few weeks before and I had almost entirely forgot he would be back in to wn. Well, what a coincidence. He literally was asking if I was fr ee the following day.

I decided to leave Hubby out of his ca ge for the day. But told him I wanted him to take a day off work the next day so we could play some more. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

The next day I waited for him to wa ke up and have breakfast before I called him back in the room (I needed to wait for that morning hard on to subside).

As soon as I called him into the room, he knew what was happening. I had the ca ge out waiting for him on the bed. I said, “Put it on baby,” and then left the room. About 20 minutes later he came out. Apparently, it took him a while because he kept getting hard at the thought of being ca ged.

After that we did the normal morning routine of sch ool drop offs but instead of going home I set the navi gation in the car to a hotel in the city. Hubby turned and looked at me, half excited half worried about what was about to happen. I didn’t say anything else.

As we got out of the car I gave him a little kiss, and squeezed his ca ge before saying, “are you ready?”
He nodded. I could tell he was excited.

As we turned the corner into the hotel lobby Mr Thicc was there waiting for us. I gave him a kiss and a cuddle, totally aware that there were other people checking into the hotel. I think they knew what was going on. Hubby followed two meters behind us as we walked to the lift.

We got in and headed up to the room. I had a quick bathroom stop and added Hubby’s key to a cha in and put it on. This was going to be my acce ssory for the morning.

We didn't waste any time. Mr. Thicc's hands were all over me, exploring every curve while my hubby sat down in his chair and watched on… I’m sure his cock was stra ining against his cage. I made sure to give him a good show, moaning loudly as Mr. Thicc's slowly took off my dress, sucking on my nipples and then finally pushing me to my knees. I pulled down the towel Mr Thicc had used to cover his cock. I must have forgotten how thick it was. It was phenomenal. Not even full erect and I could hardly fit my mouth around it. My jaw stra ining from opening so wide.

I teased my hubby, showing off the key around my neck before ca lling him over and having him take his pants off. I could see and feel his cock strai ning against his cage, des perate for release. But there would be no rel ief for him, not yet.

I continued to suck on Mr Thicc’s cock. Enjoying the chall enge of his girth. He laid back down on the couch and I got on all fours… sprea ding my ass cheeks to Hubby whenever Mr Thicc told me too. He wanted Hubby to take note of what my pussy looked like before he stre tched it out.

We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. We stayed right there in the living room. With Hubby sitting on the single arm chair and us making our way to the couch. It was pure, lust. Mr. Thicc's cock fil led me up in ways my husband could never dream of. I straddled him, taking control, and rode him like I couldn’t ride Hubby. His cock ena bling it. Every bounce, every grind, I made sure my hubby could see, could hear, could feel the pleasure that was being de nied to him. I taunted him with my words, "Oh, baby, this is what it feels like to be fucked by a re al man," and "OMG he is so thick" I teased, my eyes locked on his, watching him squ irm with a mix of e nvy and excitement.

But Mr. Thicc didn’t want to let me be in control for long. He flipped me over, and I found myself on all fours on the couch, my ass in the air, my pussy expo sed and vuln erable. He stood up behind me, and before he teased me with his massive cock he lent forward and a te me out from behind. His tongue swirling into my pussy before making its way to my asshole. There is something so hot about having a tongue in my ass. He then stood up, his massive cock stopping at my entr ance, and with one swift motion, he plun ged into me, doggystyle. I was stretched to the limit, my pussy ac hing with pleasure as he fucked me from behind. I couldn’t contain myself. The only thing that stopped me from scre aming in pleasure was the back of the couch and I sho ved my face down into it. The sound of his heavy breathing, the sla pping of his balls against my ass, my muffled moans, and the unmist akeable sound of moaning because his cock needed to be touched.

After that we continued to fuck. He pushed me down onto the couch and fol ded me in half. My legs near my ears as he pounded into me. At one stage he m oved from my pussy to my mouth, my legs still pi n nned next to my ears and he fucked my mouth just as he fucked my pussy.

I heard Hubby before I felt him. He couldn’t believe how stret ched I was. He said he put in two fingers and I couldn’t even feel him.

Mr Thicc then did what only real men could do. He lifted me up and held me in the air as I continued to bounce on his cock. I have admitted so many times how much I love that position. Purely because of the fact that Hubby can’t do it.

Then the moment I had been craving. Mr. Thicc, with a look of pure dom inance in his eyes, maneuvered me with an ease back to the couch. He laid me down on the couch, my back sinking into the cushions, and with a firm grip, he spread my legs wide. I felt utterly exp osed, completely at his mercy as he pi nned my legs against my head, ope ning me up to him.

He entered me with a powe rful thr ust that made me let out an invol untary moan. I was stretched to my limits, the sensation of fullness overwhel ming as he drove into me again and again. I could hear my hubby's stifled moans in the background, which only heightened my own pleasure. Mr. Thicc's pace quickened, his cock hi t ting depths within me that Hubby never reached, and with each thrust, I felt myself hurtling towards orgasm.

And then, with a final, deep plunge, Mr. Thicc let out a growl and released his hot, thick see d deep inside me. The sensation of him pulsating within me, was indescribable. I lay there, pi nned under his weight, my body quive ring from the intensity of my own orgasm, as his cum began to se ep out of me.

Now I have to warn you, if you don’t want to read what happens next you should stop here, because I do things here that I never thought I would. You have been warn ed.

As Mr. Thicc withdrew, I remained on the couch, my legs still trembling, my pussy throbbing from the relentless pounding. I locked eyes with my caged husband, whose face was a mix of emotions – lu st, jeal ousy but most of all a need to have me. I could see his erection straining against the confines of his chast ity ca ge, a testament to the fucking I just received.

I called him over. “Breakfast time” I think I said. Without a word, he knelt before me, his tongue eagerly lapping up the mixture of our juices that were dripping from my well-fucked pussy. He even got his fingers and scooped up the cum that was dripping towards my asshole. It was the ultimate act of submission, a humil niating task that he is finally growing a custom too. As he cleaned me, I stroked his hair, encouraging him to clean up the breakfast Mr Thicc has left for him.

He finally finished and looked at me. Expecting me to take the key off from around my neck and end his torm ent. But I didn’t.

I sat back down and had a rerun of the highlights with Mr Thicc. Hubby standing there laughing awkwardly and agreeing with what we said.

I finally got up, gave Mr Thicc one last kiss, put my underwear back on to catch any remaining cum and finally my dress before I ushered Hubby out of the door.

But the fun had just started. We had a long drive home from the city and the teasing was about to go up a notch.

Hubby got into the driver’s seat and I took my usual passenger princess role. My hubby, still locked in his chas tity ca ge, sat beside me, his eyes occasionally darting towards me with a mix of longing and frustration. I could tell he was struggling with his own arousal, coupled with the humil iation of being caged and denied.

At one point, he asked for a sip of water, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. "Please, can I have some water? I need to get the taste of cum out of my mouth," he begged, his eyes pleading with me. But I just smiled, a wicked gleam in my eye, and told him no. The taste of Mr. Thicc's cum was a reminder of his own submission, and I wasn't about to let him wash it away just yet.

Meanwhile, I was craving something sweet, so I reached into my bag and pulled out a handful of lollies. Hubby's eyes locked onto the lollies, and he asked if he could have one. I considered his request for a moment before responding. I couldn’t believe the thoughts that were going through my mind. I had really come into my own in the last hour. The fact that he was cag ed was really bringing out the dominant side of me strictly reserved for Hubby.

"Actually, I think I can do better then that," I said, a smile spreading across my face. I took one of the lollies and slipped it into my pussy. Hubby's eyes went wide as he realized what I was doing, and he looked at me with a mix of shock and arousal.

Then, I pulled the lollie out and held it in front of him, the cum-soaked treat glistening in the light. You could literally see the spider web like slivers of cum bridging from my fingers to the lollie. "Here you go, baby," I said, feeding it to him. He took it hesitantly, his eyes never leaving mine, and as he sucked on the lolly, I could see the realization dawn on him. The taste of cum, still fresh in his mouth from cleaning me earlier, was now combined with the sweetness of the lolly, reminding him what he had just gone through and continues to go through.

But I wasn't done yet. About 20 minutes later he once again asked to be released from his cage so he could cum. I shifted my butt up and took off my cum soaked underwear. It was still damp. "Clean these for me, baby," I instructed, stuffing them into Hubby’s mouth. He did exactly that. If I could capture this moment in time I would. Driving home with Hubby's mouth full of my lace panties. I didn’t let him remove them until I was sure he had sucked up every last trace of cum.

As he worked, I watched him, a sense of satisfaction and control washing over me. This was what it meant to be a hotwife, to take control and push the boundaries of our relationship. This was something we never imagined would have played out. The sissy side of Hubby and the dominant side of me. We always laughed at the idea of this…but now this was becoming a new reality.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we arrived home. I let Hubby out of the car, still caged and denied, and we walked into the house together. I could feel his eyes on me, burning with desire and frustration, but I just smiled and walked into the shower.

"You'll have to wait a bit longer, baby," I said, my voice teasing him. "You're not getting out of that cage just yet." And with that, I left him to his thoughts as I had a well deserved, long hot shower.

I’m gonna be covered in cum so much over the next couple of ..

I’m gonna be covered in cum so much over the next couple of months! 😉

It’s Monday! Do you think I’ve gotten bigger this week? 😘😘

It’s Monday! Do you think I’ve gotten bigger this week? 😘😘