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Competition is fierce in just about every aspect of life. A..

Competition is fierce in just about every aspect of life. And there's certainly no exception when it comes to cucking your sweet hubby. So... when you're a woman "of a certain age," you have to work just a little harder to attract the quality of bull that you want breeding your pretty little married w0mb. These days, I'm definitely trying to put the extra work in at the gym. Because as the years tick by, my sexual needs only seem to be growing stronger, and I want to be absolutely sure that Scott gets to see only the highest quality loads leaking out of his pretty wife 😊 How do you guys think I'm doing?

2022-07-23 01:19:41 +0000 UTC View Post

Want some of this?? 😈

2022-07-22 00:53:47 +0000 UTC View Post

Good morning. Excuse me while I head to work and catch up o..

Good morning. Excuse me while I head to work and catch up on my “real job” today. I promise to have another update on my trip very soon. I hope this helps make your day a little brighter. 😛

2022-07-19 12:36:43 +0000 UTC View Post

Nothing turns me on more than making vids for you. 💜 😉

2022-07-18 13:59:25 +0000 UTC View Post

Please allow me to report my whereabouts for the last glorio..

Please allow me to report my whereabouts for the last glorious week. Sunny Jamaica. I’m extremely pleased to announce that there was no short supply of either bottles of Bacardi or well-endowed, dark-skinned bulls looking to capitalize on needy foreign wives. And let me assure you, I took full advantage of the abundance. Honestly, I’m not certain which I drained more of. Thankfully, Scott and I had the foresight to book adjoining rooms for this trip on the chance that I might want to stay up a little later on some nights than him. And the decision turned out to be a good one – fantastic, in fact. Not so much because Scott needed extra sleep, but rather due to the fact we found a sexy y0unger black gentlemen who took special pleasure in making my husband listen from the other room. We met him at a day club on our resort where he brazenly approached me as I sat next to Scott at the pool bar. “Allow me to introduce myself” he said in his sexy Jamaican accent. “My name is Anton, and I simply had to compliment you on your amazing tattoos.” We chatted for a while, and he bought us all a round of shots. Until finally, he expertly made his move. “As a bit of an artist myself, I’d definitely love to put some of my own ink on that sexy body of yours,” the Jamaican stud stated with absolute confidence. “Oh yeah?” I responded, taking his b a i t. “Do you have any recommendations on what it would be and where you think it would look best?” “I most certainly do,” he answered without hesitation. “I think you need a tastefully sized queen of spades, and I’d like to put it dead-center on that perfect ass – where everyone can see my work when you’re wearing a hot little thong like the one you have on now.” “Queen of spades?” I shot back inquisitively, doing my absolute best to play sweet and naieve. “What exactly would something like that signify?” He laughed, clearly sensing my coy response to his aggressive suggestion. “It would signify that you love getting exactly what it is that you came to Jamaica to get.” “Oh…. And just what exactly is that, if I may ask?” I responded, clearly wanting to prolong our little charade. “Big. Black. Jamaican. Cock” he answered slowly with assurance. Just like the one on me that I’m certain you’re already fantasizing about. At that point, I was no longer just nibbling at his b a i t I was fully hooked. And his worm (or black mamba, rather) was exactly what it was that I was thinking about. “Scott,” I said turning my attention back to my husband, “why don’t you order us a bottle of something and m33t us back up at the room. I’d like to get jumpstart on my ‘tattoo consultation’ with Anton, here. I honestly think that he might be just the artist that we’ve been trying to locate.” Without waiting for Scott’s reply to what was clearly a rhetorical request, I grabbed Anton by his large hand and led him to the steps of the pool. By the time that Scott arrived at the room with a full bottle of Barcadi and an assortment of mixers, Anton already had me on my knees. A shock of my sun-bleached hair was knotted in his fist as tears were beginning to stream down each of my cheeks. I nearly came as I heard the unmistakable sound of my husband’s key card at the door. There’s just something about having my husband see an alpha bull making me gag on his cock that has that effect on me. “You can leave the bottle on the table,” Anton stated with authority, while simultaneously nodding to the door of the adjoining room. “There are one or two things that I’ll be doing to your pretty wife that I’d like to keep just between the two us for the moment.” Swoon…. Anton released his grip on my head long enough to permit me to extract his massive cock from the depths of my throat. “It’s okay, sweetheart… please go.” And with that, I immediately continued ministering to my bull as Scott reluctantly made his way next door. Anton, for his part, then proceeded to make good on his promise. More on that part tomorrow. After saying our good-byes approximately 90 minutes later, I went to the adjoining room to check on my husband. And I was relieved that he was hard as a rock, and not livid at having been so summarily dismissed by my new friend. I dropped to my knees and commenced to give him the type of blowjob that a sweet and giving husband like him absolutely deserves. Plus, I knew fully well that trying to relieve his aching need with my completely stretched out and filthy cunt probably wouldn’t be getting the job done that night.

2022-07-17 21:35:11 +0000 UTC View Post

l never forget one of the last 'talks' I had with my husband..

l never forget one of the last 'talks' I had with my husband before becoming his hotwife. It happened two nights before he visited us the first time. 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. 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. To get himself some pussy. 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. 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. 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. My husband was still staring at my phone when I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. I playfully licked his lips as I warned him how I wouldn't just be spreading my legs for this y0ung bull and 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. "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. 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. And that I really wanted to do that for him. 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. 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. He needed to make me cum hard with his mouth. 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. 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.

2022-07-16 11:10:58 +0000 UTC View Post

A lot of people have asked me to explain the appeal of young..

A lot of people have asked me to explain the appeal of younger men, as if it’s not entirely self-explanatory lol. Honestly though, the primary attraction for me is simply that they’re in their sexual prime. I think it’s just common sense that pre-menopausal women are going to be most attracted to the type of male that’s the likeliest to achieve a super firm erection, as well as have both the energy and stamina to put it to good use. Call it female reproductive instinct. And trust me, just being found attractive by a sexy male in his prime is about as intoxicating as it gets for a middle aged wife. But it can also be a little weird letting someone y0ung enough to be your son pull your hair and smack your ass while your tight pussy is about to send him over the edge. But even so, the taboo aspect of it enhances the experience way more than it detracts from it. Personally, knowing that I’m easily old enough to be my y0unger bull’s mother is one of the things that gets me so fucking wet for him. Maybe it’s a maternal in some way, who the fuck knows. But I love it. And there’s also a huge part of me that totally gets off on my husband seeing a hot y0ung bull fully aroused just for me. Especially one with a huge set of balls that he’s hell bent on emptying inside of my hubby’s sweet little wife.

2022-07-14 16:13:25 +0000 UTC View Post

What are doing on this Wednesday? Inquiring minds want to k..

What are doing on this Wednesday? Inquiring minds want to know. 😈

2022-07-13 18:08:14 +0000 UTC View Post

When it’s Monday night and you’re horny in the shower 🥵

2022-07-12 01:19:12 +0000 UTC View Post

Date night wayyyy more fun with no bra and no panties 😈

2022-07-11 02:01:59 +0000 UTC View Post

Few things are as big of an aphrodisiac to a female than the..

Few things are as big of an aphrodisiac to a female than the heady combination of sun, sand and surf. Especially in some magical, tropical location where the rum is all top-shelf and the male waitstaff have all been hired exclusively on the basis of their looks and sexual attractiveness. The saying goes that the pay these poor y0ung men receive in, say, an all-inclusive resort located in a place like Jamaica, is so unbelievably low that the only meaningful form of compensation they receive is in the tight pussies of the wives that come to visit with their husbands and families. “What!?“ you ask with a combination of shock and surprise. “How is that even possible?” Very easily. Especially with sister resorts in short walking distance and tons of nooks and crannies to disappear into with that special, well-hung new friend. And it’s not like a horny wife needs a bed for breeding. With the right number of delicious cocktaiIs in her system, a quiet little corner of the resort with a few strategically placed palm trees will do just fine. Because sometimes sneaking away from your husband to bend over and pull your bikini bottoms to the side for a quickie with a horny y0ung bartender is the absolute best. And watching your sweet, unsuspecting husband tip him $50 less than an hour later is just the icing on the cake (and yes, I know this all firsthand 😉). But this year when we head to Jamaica, my husband won’t be quite as unsuspecting. Because he knows his pretty little wife is on the prowl for something that will give her that “eyes rolling into the back of her head sensation” she continually craves. And he also knows that, as a profession in the human capital management business, I absolutely hate to see qualified y0ung men being undercompensated.

2022-07-09 17:20:51 +0000 UTC View Post

Happy Independence Day!!! Hope you are spending time relaxi..

Happy Independence Day!!! Hope you are spending time relaxing with family and friends. If you are working, thank you for serving. Regardless what you do for a living, I appreciate you all! 😚

2022-07-04 20:43:30 +0000 UTC View Post

Hello all. It’s been a busy week preparing for some persona..

Hello all. It’s been a busy week preparing for some personal things, but I’m back. And I’m super excited. About this weekend in particular. Why, you ask? Well, for two specific reasons. The first is that the neighbors (yes, those neighbors) have declared the long weekend to be an open house pool party! The only request is that revelers contribute some beer for the fridge and some meat for the grill. Done and done!!! The second is obviously the Bushwood party tomorrow night. Part of it might be hormonaI. As I’m certain that you’re all aware, my fertiIe time of the month always gets me in the mood to mingle. Especially with y0ung, sexy lacrosse players that also happen to be blessed with sets of prodigious male genitalia. Since rekindling things with my y0ung lover at the graduation party, I’ve spent some time discussing my attraction to the neighbor b0ys with our therapist, Joann. While I can certainly agree - cognitively speaking, anyway - that a woman my age ought not be carrying on with 20 year old men/b0ys, the allure of it is impossible to ignore. So either I’m a sociopath or there’s some rational explanation for why I can’t stop giving my dirty panties to the neighbor k!d so that he can fill them with his load before giving them back. Honestly, Joann has been pretty helpful in my coming to terms with this particular attraction of mine – and not just for me, but for Scott as well. For starters, she’s helping him to finally come to peace with the, shall we say “bifurcation,” of my female needs. And in the process, he’s finally achieved a level of security in our relationship that I don’t believe he’s ever had before. EVER! So while I’ve had some issues with Joann’s methodology in the past, it seems as though she’s actually gotten the two of us more aligned than I ever imagined possible. So hats off to her for that. It’s even gotten to the point where she’s began exploring with Scott why exactly it is that my button-pushing is both equally erotic and tormenting at the same time. “Men,” as she put it, “have an innate compulsion to satisfy their partner’s every need, and in the absence of that capability, it can have a tremendous destabilizing effect to the male ego.” She continued… “and when the male’s ego is threatened, it creates a crisis-mode scenario, which, if not properly addressed, can actually have long-term detrimental effects… primarily in the bedroom.” With that, she slowing bent her index finger in a way that demonstrated a flagging male erection. Shifting gears, she told him that some men, however, actually embrace the challenge presented by rival lovers - specifically the challenge of keeping a woman whose “feminine attributes” are hotly pursued by other opportunistic men. It’s this competition scenario, as she put it, that can keep a spark seemingly white hot in a relationship that’s long overdue for boredom. Adding to this, she reassured him that not every sexual transaction between a man and a woman is part of some tactical strategy to trade-up for a better/later model husband. “Quite to the contrary,” she said summing things up nicely, “some women sometime just get an inch that they like having scratched by a less familiar appendage than the one on their hubby.” But the cherry that the bitch put on top of this sundae was the therapy checkmate/backbreaker of all time. “Honestly,” she told Scott, “it’s my professional opinion that, for the right couple, this is the ONLY type of marriage that could ever be satisfying… and I truly believe that the two of you are the right couple.” Needless to say, I was pretty dumbfounded by the session, but obviously elated at the same time. And I could not possibly agree more with everything that she said. There’s no man in the world that I would rather have as my partner in crime than Scott. His personality, sense of humor, all the milestones that we’ve shared with one another – I simply cannot live without this man in my life. But at the same time…. Every so often…. Which usually coincided with my ovuIation… I just need to be filled by a supremely thick alpha cock. One that’s experiencing the dire kind of need for relief that only a tight wet vagina can truly provide. And on those occasions, I need to be the relief. NEEED it! And while I will never know exactly why that is, I love that I can share it on some level with my soulmate. And I’ll be completely honest, the orgasm from that type of situation is one thousand times better when your husband’s in the same room watching your eyes roll into the back of your head. Which, I guess, is my way of helping to elicit his competitive juices lol. So there you go, Scott. You’re welcome.

2022-07-03 17:52:22 +0000 UTC View Post

Good morning and happy Thursday. 💋

2022-06-30 12:26:48 +0000 UTC View Post

In honor of Tuesday

2022-06-28 09:30:11 +0000 UTC View Post

Last night was a night out with a group of the summer intern..

Last night was a night out with a group of the summer interns at my company. It ended up not being a terribly late night though, because the festivities began right around 4:00. We started off with cocktails at the Drawing Room on Michigan and ended up racking up an impressive dinner bill at the Ocean Prime on Whacker. If you happen to have the means and opportunity to eat in their private dining room, I strongly recommend it. My only other recommendation stemming from last night would be this - if you’re ever going to fully relinquish your anal virginity (creampie and all), make absolutely certain ahead of time that the lucky male has the empathy and patience needed for what I affectionately refer to as “the preliminary adjustment peri0d.” And that goes doubly for when the offending penis is of the African-American persuasion. Let me tell you, the dividends are sooooooooo worth the investment. It all started with a conversation on my end of the table about anal sex being the absolute dumbest thing ever. I was literally one nano-second away from agreeing wholeheartedly when one of the interns (we’ll call him “Thomas” today) casually chimed in with the following opinion: “Listen, if you all not havin’ good anal, that’s on yo man. The women blowin’ up my phone the most are almost always the ones I’ve done backdoor.” (as an aside, I do love when a well educated black stud gets a little ghetto after a drink or two) Naturally, the scintillating dinner conversation gave way to the following text message: “I’m going to excuse myself in a minute and blame it on my husband not feeling well.” (which was actually the truth – Scott missed three days of work this past week!) “My car has a massive back seat that would be perfect for continuing this particular conversation 😉” I’m fairly certain that my text hadn’t caught Thomas too off-guard. We’d been casually flirting with one another for about a week and half now, and the Old Fashioned that I nervously guzzled at the Drawing Room only exacerbated the flirting from my end. Thomas excused himself from the group about 10 minutes later. By then, I’d already made my way to the parking garage to ready the backseat for my full-deflowering. I also needed to make absolutely certain that I had a lubricant worthy of my new black friend. I’m sure that you can undoubtedly imagine my relief at finally finding the small tube of astroglide at the bottom purse after foraging for what seemed like 5 minutes. Although I’m fairly confident that the two of us could have come up with a very solid Plan B if it’d been necessary LOL. The next thing I knew, I was literally giggling like a school girI with my bare ass perched high in the second row of my Lexus SUV as Thomas reached his sexy long arm into the front seat to drape my wet little panties from the rearview. And I have to admit, the b0y was 110% right. His approach to entry was calm and gentle – which is impressive, given the length and girth at issue. And when he finally reached “ball-depth,” he held his impressive manhood in place for a full minute or so. That 60 seconds turned out to be critical because it allowed me to get back into the mindset of actually wanting to have my pretty little ass fucked by a man. And without even realizing it, I was the one that actually began the fucking – by slowly rocking my hips back and forth on his enormous cock. But it didn’t take long for me to pick up speed - Until finally - my fat ass was literally bouncing off of his firm abs. I imagine that I must have looked pretty desperate for his nut from his perspective at that point, but I’ve obviously never been one to shy away from looking shameless to a man. In any event, it was less than ten minutes before my “ass bouncing” had BOTH of us summing like fucking animaIs. Which sounds like a short amount of time, but it was absolutely PERFECT. In fact, I’ve never felt like such a whore in my life (in a good way, of course) – and that’s saying something, considering the source. Needless to say, my pretty little pink sphincter is in definite need of a recovery day. And what better self-care could there be for a tender little hotwife’s asshole than here sweet husband’s tongue. Autorenew friends, check your DM’s for more 😋 Your likes, comments and tips are greatly appreciated. 😘

2022-06-25 22:56:11 +0000 UTC View Post

It’s been two years since I watched my husband’s boss shove ..

It’s been two years since I watched my husband’s boss shove his perfect bare cock inside of my OBGYN and fill her with his cum. I actually didn’t just watch it. I fucking felt it. Because I was holding Raef’ alpha balls in my palm as he emptied his nut into Jessica’s cheating cunt. It all happened on a warm starry night at Bushwood. Jessica’s panties were hanging from the pin of a very well manicured green situated in a remote part of the course. The pretty little slut could not get on her back fast enough that night, and I could tell just from watching Raef ease himself into her that her tight pussy was going to be taking him over the edge well before I had any opportunity to enjoy it for myself. Oh well. I guess that’s just how it goes sometimes. You win some, you lose some. Walking back to the clubhouse after the fireworks grand-finale was excruciating for the both of us. For her - mostly because she was overwhelmed from the guilt and emotion that comes from having an earth shattering, off-the-charts orgasm while being impaled on a man who isn’t your husband. Which is understandable. I’ve been there myself. For me, it was because of the intense sensation of envy that I was feeling. The kind of jealousy that only a woman who’s become enthralled by an absolute scoundrel can truly understand. But at the same time, the entire incident was of my own doing. So I literally had no one to blame but myself. Well … Jessica’s husband has somehow found out about that little incident. And he’s on a rampage. And while some women might crumble under this sort of domestic stress, I’ve decided that (with my infinitely helpful counsel, of course) Jessica is going to turn the tables on this entire situation.

2022-06-25 01:33:45 +0000 UTC View Post

Cheerleading coach pt 3 Coach fucked me on three separate ..

Cheerleading coach pt 3 Coach fucked me on three separate occasions the summer before my sophomore year in high schooI. And I came very hard for him on each and every one of them. Loud enough in fact that I’m fairly certain the entire trailer park knew the cute little t33n in lot 432 was being railed by a man who could seriously bring the cock. The biggest thing I learned that summer was that it takes a thick cock for me to cum vaginally. And I literally learned that lesson as my face was being aggressively pressed into the wall of my shower on that fateful June afternoon after cheer camp. To any onlooker, I’ll be the first to admit that it might have been somewhat difficult to discern whether or not the act being committed was consensuaI. Whatever it was that was happening in that cramped and steamy bathroom, it most certainly wasn’t love making. Coach was fucking me from behind like he’d paid for it, and -as inexperienced as I was- I was taken a bit back by it all. Briefly, at least. I had no fucking idea that something so seemingly one-sided and vioIent in its appearance could be so amazingly fucking pleasurable to the female. Coach was fucking me for no other reason than because he needed to nut, and I was nothing more to him than an almost fully-blossomed piece of very naïve and low-hanging fruit. And if my tight pussy was any indication, I was more than ripe for the taking. Not wanting to have his pleasure over so quickly, Coach would take short intermittent breaks to re-take control of his rapidly impending climax. And these short breaks gave me just enough time to completely catch my breath for his next onslaught. In all honesty, part of me wanted to get Coach off and have the whole thing be over. I conclusively knew in my head that I was being used by a married man with no intention whatsoever of ever buying me a dozen red roses or taking me to the movies, and I was also dreadfully frightened at the prospect of him announcing his conquest to the world - having no idea at that time whatsoever what a prosecutable and career-ending act Coach was in the process of committing. And on top of my shame and paranoia, I was highly cognizant of the fact that Coach’s thick penis was having the time of its life inside my bare and very fertiIe t33n cunt. While he may not have been focused on that particular risk, I most certainly was. But then, without notice, he would begin to plunder my tight little intimate parts again. And with that, every last negative thought and concern floating around inside my pretty little head would be instantly silenced by the rhythmic sensations of fullness that only a female who’s been penetrated by a larger man is truly capable of understanding. And while my college friend from the B Dalton bookstore at the mall had taken the trophy that is my virg!inity, he was by no means as endowed as Coach. In fact, one of my favorite things to do with him in the stockroom would be to have him bend me over a stack of boxes and fuck me from behind while I played with myself. But that afternoon in the shower, my cIit was absolutely inaccessible. So incredibly thick was his erect shaft that it had drawn my cIit upward and into direct contact with its massiveness. With each stroke of his impressive manhood (both the insertion and the extraction), the tip of it would glide effortlessly along his sensitive underside – undoubtedly sending shockwaves through the most primal parts of each of our brains. I remember Coach finally relenting on that first occasion, announcing that he was incapable of holding himself for an even an instant longer. I had literally came twice in what was probably a 15 minute coupling at most, and I was excited at the prospect of returning the favor. But as I attempted to push my lover away so that I could drop to my knees and let him finish in my mouth, he was having none of it. He simply held me by my hips and emptied every last drop inside of me. And that was the moment that I exploded in my most intense and unexpected orgasm of the afternoon. The aftermath of what happened in the shower that day is almost a story unto itself. I may actually have to write about it, in fact. But one thing is for certain – I’ve been absolutely addicted to thick cocks and pregn@ncy risk ever since that summer afternoon. View more

2022-06-23 02:57:09 +0000 UTC View Post

It’s going up to 99 degrees in Chicago today. Here’s hopin..

It’s going up to 99 degrees in Chicago today. Here’s hoping you stay cool 😎

2022-06-21 14:16:56 +0000 UTC View Post

Pt 2 of my story from Saturday: Coach put his hand on my ba..

Pt 2 of my story from Saturday: Coach put his hand on my bare knee as he delivered the question. My heart nearly leapt from my chest. It made it almost impossible for me to do the simple math needed to calculate the amount of time before my parents would be home from work. “Ummmmmm….” I responded suavely. “My parents won’t be home for another two and a half hours….. so sure, come on in.” A lot of people will undoubtedly read this story and comment about the fucking predator/monster that Coach was, and they won’t be wrong. But for as long as I live, I’ll never forget how empowered I felt in that moment. I was in no way being naïve about my circumstances. I knew exactly what it was that Coach wanted. Which was most likely not a shower, and it sure as hell wasn’t a relationship. It was what I had between my legs. And in that exact moment, I knew that I had the power to either grant or deny his wish. I chose to grant it. But I also wanted to play along with the ruse. And with that in mind, I made an exaggerated spectacle of finding him a clean towel and explaining the unique nuances of the temperature controls. For his part, he played along admirably. It wasn’t until I made my attempt to slide past his towering form in the tight confines of the bathroom that he finally made his move. “Those controls seem pretty tricky…” he said gently grabbing me by my wrist and looking me in the eye. “Yeah?... You think you might need a little help keeping it hot enough in there?” I jokingly replied. “Most definitely” he responded with a gigantic grin while simultaneously guiding my cheer camp t-shirt over body and onto the floor in front of the vanity. It was at that exact instant that he unequivocally knew he’d be getting access to the tight little pussy he was clearly needing. Thirty seconds later, Coach had me stepping out of my shorts and panties and into the steamy shower. As I began to thoroughly wet my hair beneath the warm, cascading water, I intently watched as Coach began removing his own clothes. His torso was the first thing to come into view first, and it definitely did not disappoint. But it was when he finally eased the elastic band on his shorts past his hips that I learned the true meaning of trepidation. Coach’s penis was rapidly twitching its way toward full erection, and it was big. And by “big” I mean reaaaaaally big. I no-$hit literally gulped at the sight of it. “Coach,” I said wide eyed. “that thing is absolutely beautiful, but there’s no way you’re going to fit it inside of me…. Just so you know.” I remember not being entirely certain whether I meant what it was that I was saying to him in that moment, but I definitely wanted to reserve the option to not be split completely in two. Coach, however, had no such misgivings. “Oh we’re going to make it fit” he said as he grabbed me by my hips and swiveled me 180 degrees so that I was now facing the shower wall. Coach hadn’t so much as even kissed me at this point. But here he was, guiding the tip of his erection inside of me. And to his credit, he took his time doing it - Slowly easing it in and then withdrawing it to only once again make a renewed assauIt. To aid in his plunder, he’d aggressively taken each cheek of my firm y0ung ass into his large hands and was spreading me open in what had to be an obscene display from his perspective. Each thrust was slightly deeper than the one that had just preceded it, until he finally had completely embedded. My eyes literally disappeared into the back of my head as I felt him achieve maximum depth. It was at that point that I anticipated him to switch gears and begin to fuck my little pussy senseless, but he didn’t. He just held it there, either to allow me some additional time to adjust or to assert his position of authority in the moment. Part of me even feared that he might be having second thoughts about proceeding. So, to completely eradicate any shred of doubt that might be lingering in his mind at that moment, I decided to signal my assent. With my face pressed into the shower wall, I reached between my legs and gently drew coach’s heavy ball sac into my now-swollen clit. I was now completely impaled on Coach, and the firmness of his erection – coupled with the significant height difference between the two of us – had me up on my tip toes. That was when my first orgasm ripped through my tiny body. Coach had just made me cum by doing nothing more than simply penetrating me. And I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was loving it. And that was when he started to fuck…

2022-06-20 23:18:34 +0000 UTC View Post

Happy Father’s Day to all you horny hotwife lovers! I’ve be..

Happy Father’s Day to all you horny hotwife lovers! I’ve been busy tending to Daddy today. 😈 I’ll get part two of my story out to you asap. I’ll also be sending out the rest of this vid later to all my autorenew fans. I hope you all had a wonderful day! 😘😘😘

2022-06-20 00:30:00 +0000 UTC View Post

Just messing around on a Saturday. What are you doing?

Just messing around on a Saturday. What are you doing?

2022-06-18 21:05:56 +0000 UTC View Post

Happy father’s day weekend to each and every one of you. I..

Happy father’s day weekend to each and every one of you. In honor of those of you who’ve successfully creampied a willing little bitch into motherhood, I’m going to tell a story that I haven’t up to this point in my life told one single other soul. When I was l6 I had a slightly “inappropriate relationship.” The offender was my high school cheerleading coach. He was also one of the physics teachers at my school, but I never had a class with him. It all started during the summer of 1992. At the week-long cheerleading camp we hosted at our school. And since I was one of the less fortunate girls on the squad, the only mode of transportation I had at my disposal was my trusty 10-speed bike. I’ll never forget how it started. It was the second day of camp (a Tuesday), and coach pulled me aside after the final session. “Hey Kat, the weather report’s not looking too good for tomorrow morning,” he casually proffered. “How about I pick you up around 7:30 and give you ride. Can’t have my sophomore sensation getting struck by lightning, now can I.” We both laughed. If I’m being honest, his suggestion to pick me up at my trailer at a time of day when my parents had already left for work opened a spigot in my cotton panties. The thought of him crawling into my bed on a stormy June morning, already hard and in need of a girI, was never completely out of my head for the rest of the night, and the abject remoteness of the possibility of it even occurring was no deterrent to the insomnia that gripped both me and my only recently-deflowered little pussy. For some reason, I was absolutely fascinated by precum at that stage of my life, and all I could think about was the tip of his erection glistening with it as it disappeared into the welcoming little crevice between my thighs. And I would also posit that any other girI on the team that year would have had the same exact physiological response as the one I’d had. Why? Because Coach Thompson (not his real name) was flat-out hot as fuck. He was probably around 34 or 35 at time, had a very Magnum P.I.-ish 6’4 frame with a gorgeous little wife to match (a pediatrician in our burb) and two beautiful y0ung daughters. Needless to say, I never got the chance to take care of coach’s morning wood (that day, anyway 😉), but I was a nervous wreck crawling into the passenger seat of his red Volkswagen Sciracco nonetheless. The sessions ended that Wednesday at 2:30 pm on the nose, and I remember dragging my still-sweaty little body into his car at around 3pm. The first thing I said after he crawled in on the driver’s side a few seconds later was how dire in need of a shower I was, and – waving his hand in front of his face - he immediately quipped that he could tell. We both laughed at his joke, but the mere possibility of him being able to smell my arousal in the supremely confined space of his little turbocharged sports car was making me just about as wet as I’d ever been in my entire life. At one point during the short ride to my trailer park, I became absolutely certain that I could smell my own pussy, and I remember blushing reflexively with the type of embarrassment on which Massengill had built its empire. “Fuck, he must think I’m such a dirty little slut,” I remember thinking to myself. Fortunately, it was less than a minute later that we pulling into the entrance to the park, and I was so relieved at the prospect of finally getting out of the car and into a hot shower. My hand had just found the lever to the passenger-side door when I heard him utter the two sentences that would kick the entire affair off… “So, when do your parents get home? Because I could definitely use a quick rinse myself.” The rest will be you father’s day treat for tomorrow 😊

2022-06-18 19:47:45 +0000 UTC View Post

Any man who's ever tried f0rcing his erection into a woman's..

Any man who's ever tried f0rcing his erection into a woman's dry vagina knows just how forbidding of a feeling it can be. That's why foreplay is so critical to a female's pleasure. But, perhaps somewhat ironically, being on my knees with an aggressive y0ung bull's cock down my throat gets me soooooooo much wetter than having my pussy licked. Which just goes to show that women are designed to derive their pleasure from giving men pleasure. And I'll be the first one to admit it too. Hell, I even normally get off when the man cums in the porn I'm masturbating to😆 Thank you for your likes, comments and tips 🙏

2022-06-17 17:01:40 +0000 UTC View Post

Texts to my husband from this past Monday afternoon: Me: H..

Texts to my husband from this past Monday afternoon: Me: Hey baby. We have the first full class of summer interns this year since 2019. 25 here in Chicago alone! And guess who will be spending the next 5 days making sure they're comfortable during the onboarding process. Yep! Me. Scott: some good candidates this year? Me: well sweetie, since you asked, One in particular (a track stud at LSU 😍) looks like he definitely has the potential to climb the corporate ladder. He was also more than just a little flirty with your wife today... Scott: Kat. Say what you want to say lol Me: No sweetheart. It's what I want you to say. Tonight in bed, in fact. I want you to beg me to find a BBC to keep my little pussy stretched out and dirty for the whole entire summer. Those exact fucking words😉 Scott: You know I'm leaving for Phoenix in 2 hours, right???? Me: oh duh😆 Me: well Wednesday then lol. But since you're making me wait, you're going to also beg me for something else... and it's non-negotiable. Tonight's the night. And for some reason I reeeeeaaaally want to keep my hubby locked up for what I have in store for him. Because some points are just best emphasized with your husband's penis tucked safely away in his CB-6000😆

2022-06-15 16:51:15 +0000 UTC View Post

New tattoo fill-in really tender today. I guess that just m..

New tattoo fill-in really tender today. I guess that just means I’ll need to be on top for the next week or so. 😏 Final fill in next Tuesday.

2022-06-15 12:41:30 +0000 UTC View Post

Here is your Tuesday inspiration 😁. Autorenew friends get ..

Here is your Tuesday inspiration 😁. Autorenew friends get first look at next stage of tattoo fill in later today. Are you on autorenew? 🤔

2022-06-14 15:26:52 +0000 UTC View Post

Sent this little gem out to my autorenew folks a couple days..

Sent this little gem out to my autorenew folks a couple days ago. Are you on autorenew? 😉

2022-06-12 19:58:36 +0000 UTC View Post

So last weekend’s graduation party got a little hotter than ..

So last weekend’s graduation party got a little hotter than I intended… I’ve purposely been avoiding neighbor b0y – the older one with whom I had my brief affair last year. The problem is that he’s so fucking built, so fucking hot, and yes… so unbelievably fucking hung, that it’s difficult not to forgive the slight bout of possessiveness that led to my cutting it off. So when his text popped up while I was standing in his kitchen and chatting with his mother, I couldn’t help but subconsciously squeeze my inner thighs together. It’s a little maneuver I often catch myself doing when I’m horny and aching to have a man inside of me. The problem is that the neighbor b0y is officially off limits. Joann, our incompetent therapist, has pretty much f0rced my hand where that’s concerned. At least that was my position before I’d finished my third Truly – which was precisely when I snuck off to the bathroom to open his text. “OMG you look fucking amazing today. Kicking myself hard for fucking things up with you.” was all that it said. Contrition can definitely be a turn-on when it’s backed up by 8 very thick and beautiful inches. “Thanks! You’re not looking so bad yourself” was my reply. Needed to get a hold of myself, I decided that my response had been polite without having crossed the line. As I took a deep breath and prepared to return to the party, my text alert beeped again. “Fuck, don’t read it yet,” I thought to myself. I had literally been one nanosecond removed from dropping my phone in my purse and walking out the door. But – for some reason – I couldn’t stop myelf. “Panty game? For old times sake?” Oh fuck… The words “do not respond” reverberated through my head. But it was too late. My pussy had completely seized control of my fingers. “IDK, they’re already soaked as it is. Not sure there’s any capacity left for what you have in mind😉” Every word of my response was the absolute truth. My panties were, in point of fact, quite wet. And I was also very much aware of his average volume. It certainly didn’t take Will Hunting to do the math on this one. His prompt reply: “So what? I like the thought of it running down your inner thighs while your [sic] standing next to your husband” Fuck!!!! That was the perfect fucking response. “you are soooooo suave” I joked backed in response. [60 second pause for me to weigh all the potential consequences of my poor decision-making] “Okay… I’ll let you know in 5 minutes where I stashed them.” I immediately locked the door and leaned slightly over the sink basin. Reaching beneath the hem of the cute little dress I’d chosen for the day and digging the tip of my middle finger into my clit, I was cumming hard in under two minutes. If my thong hadn’t been saturated up to that point, it most certainly was now. And the fantasy that fueled my rapid climax was about as scandalous as it could be. In my mind, I was in the kitchen talking quite candidly with this y0ung stud’s mother about the physical attributes that I find sooooo appealing in her two s0ns. “I despise myself for it,” I was telling her, “but I can’t stop myself from draining their balls. They are literally soooooo fucking sexy that I would let them bend me over your kitchen island and take turns on me right this very second if they wanted.” In my mind, Rachel – their m0ther – was nodding aggressively in affirmation. “OOOOOH that would be soooo hot!!!” she exclaimed in response to my tawdry confession. “But what about Scott? Wouldn’t he take exception to that???” she astutely pointed out. “Well of course he would, but what the fuck’s he gonna do? Stop them???” We both laughed at the absurdity of my rhetorical question. At 5’6 on his tips, we both knew that my husband would be powerless to defend my pussy against two aggressive y0ung bulls, such as her sons. “Hey everyone!!!! Gather around” Rachel announced to the entirety of her celebratory gathering. “kat’s going to suck off my graduate while his older brother takes her cheating cunt. Right in front of her husband, Scott, no less. Have you all met Scott?? He’s the one standing over there by the cheese tray. Raise your hand Scott, so everyone can see who you are…” Her words trailed off in my head as my cIit exploded in response to my debaucherous fantasy. A mere 90 seconds later I sent the following text. “They’re under the pink towel in the linen cabinet” Making my way back to the party – sans my cute little panties – I turned the hallway corner toward the great roomed and bumped head on into his y0unger brother. And with my tits smashed completely into his extremely taut abdominals, I looked up to see the brightest, sexiest smile that I’d ever laid eyes upon.

2022-06-11 18:16:22 +0000 UTC View Post

Happy Saturday! Longer post coming up later just for you. ..

Happy Saturday! Longer post coming up later just for you. Until I’m done writing, please enjoy this (these 😏). Another free vid dropped in your DM’s. Be sure to check that out. 😉

2022-06-11 14:52:42 +0000 UTC View Post