There’s an old saying that goes something to the effect that..

There’s an old saying that goes something to the effect that everything in the world is about sex. Except, that is, sex. Sex is all about power. From the perspective of this little wife, the adage is 100% correct. Permit me to provide you with a little example. When Scott and I m👀t up with my alpha, which is usually over a 2 or 3 day peri0d at some random downtown hotel (and lately around the time I’m ovuIating), there is a definite pecking order once the room door closes behind us. My alpha immediately assumes complete and absolute dominion over my body. And he loves doing it. He flexes his authority by fucking my tight cunt so savagely sometimes that it can almost be difficult to breathe. But I refuse to tap out. Why? Because I fucking love letting him take control of me in front of my husband. I love being the center of a two-male power struggle. Especially one where the lines of demarcation are just clear enough that the risk of any actual physical conflict is low. And obviously one where the alpha of the two assumes his rightful spot between my widely spread legs, while the beta waits his turn to have a go at my already well-bred pussy. It’s honestly a tale as old as nature itself. In fact, it’s precisely where the word “stag” comes from in the vernacular of the lifestyle – the two bucks compete for the female’s warmth and affection, while the loser is relegated to watching and waiting his turn. And maybe for me, personally, my level of excitement over this scenario has something to do with my cycIe, because around that time of the month I’m SUPREMELY attracted to masculine qualities – such as dominance and heavy, cum-filled scrotums attached to thick and vascular cocks that gently swing between a pair of muscular thighs. And if some slight difficulty inhaling and exhaling is the price to pay to experience such a beautiful and natural thing, then so be it. I honestly also happen to think that the sadist inside of me seriously enjoys witnessing the conflict simmering just beneath Scott’s surface. Because it’s not always crystal clear that he’s enjoying the scenario unfolding in front of him. One time in particular (as I happened to be lovingly massaging one of my bull’s enormous testicles with the interior of my pretty mouth), I became just concerned enough with his psychological well being that I motioned for him to approach for the sole purpose of confirming that he too is just as enamored as I am by the animalistic dynamic of my relationship to my alpha. As I deftly released him from his smart and well-tailored slacks while never once ceasing my oral ministry, I was actually surprised by the firmness of the erection that greeted me. Not only that, the very second that the tip of his penis hit the open air, a rather large dollop of precum began to make its gentle descent toward the heavily starched bedsheet. Success!!! Which taught me that, as much as my husband intimates to me his desires to have an actual three-way with my alpha, where both of them get to simultaneously share in my feminine capabilities, I sometimes think that he’s actually quite content having his VERY loose and sloppy seconds. Which usually happens at around 3am while my sexy alpha drifts off to a very satisfied and well deserved sleep in the other bed. Such is the life of being a hotwife to the sweetest husband of all time, I suppose 😉 Please like, comment and show your appreciation (tip 🙏) if you enjoy my posts 😘😘😘