Sorry, no pearls here. Please tell me you’re not disappointed. I’ll post another one tomorrow. Like this post if you want to see more pussy and pearls. 😈
2021-06-03 00:11:25 +0000 UTC View PostDo you like my midday teaser? Give me lots of likes and comments and I’ll post the open leg version later today. I definitely won’t turn down a tip or two if you are feeling generous.
2021-06-02 17:13:06 +0000 UTC View PostScience supports a lot of notions about human behavior that many men either refuse to acknowledge as fact or of which they simply choose to remain willfully ignorant. One such notion is very neat and dear to my heart. So much so that I’ve written about it many times, and I’m always drawn to write about it again as I start the shift into my fertiIe time of the month. The scientific premise is this: Evolution has put women in the mother of all mating conundrums. We all want to marry men who possess the characteristics of being great fathers. We just don’t want to have their babies. Reproductive success absolutely requires partnering with a male who is willing to invest in parenting the female’s offspring. Generally, these are men whose softer faces and rounder bodies signal greater levels of kindness, empathy, support and commitment to their females. And for three weeks out of every month, these men who’ve become our husbands are at the centers of our relationship universe. Even sexually, I’m generally more fond of having intercourse with my beta husband during the times of the month that I’m incapable of conception than other men. And it’s not just me. Study after study shows that women in the “luteal phase” of their cycle rate men with more masculine brows and jawlines, broader shoulders and greater levels of arrogance and musculature as less attractive. Why? Because, somewhat ironically, our instincts tell us that these are the exact types of men who enjoy the greatest amount of sexual opportunities with other women. And we instinctively know that the men most capable of getting easy pussy make the absolute worst longterm partners. There’s also a very strong basis for being primarily attracted to our “dad bod” hubbies for three weeks out of every month, which, as the science suggests, is pivotal in building the levels of intimacy required to successfully maintain the family nucleus, which in turn ultimately benefits her offspring with stable care and parenting. But then comes that “one” week of the month when the normal rules of attraction do an about face, and every domesticated fiber in our bodies twists in agony under the onslaught of a hormonal tempest designed to do but one thing and one thing only; get our tight little pussies fucked and inseminated by the exact same men we’ve otherwise been wired to avoid. The bad boy players. So why is this? As uncomfortable for some of you as this fact may be to hear, our little bodies simply prefer to carry the babies of alpha male jerks. As it turns out, the exact same characteristics exhibited by these assholes that tell our brains they’d make absolutely horrible longterm partners also happen to signal to our fertiIe little pussies that they possess all the key biological indicators of genetic fitness. And naturally every woman instinctively wants to carry the fittest offspring that she possibly can. Even, as it so happens, if they’re not her husband’s. Gulp. So now, with veil lifted, you all know why girls nights out coincidentally tend to fall during your wife’s ovuIation. And why her skirts get shorter and she loses the bra for that one particular week each month. It’s not just that she feels more confident and attractive (which she definitely does), it’s because she needs to be bent over in a smokey nightclub men’s room stall by a sexy y0ung jerk (preferably with your hair color) and filled to overflowing with every last drop of his asshole semen. And to make absolutely certain that she succeeds in her quest, nature grants her vagina a one week level-up each month that includes significantly greater swelling to magnify the tightness of her grip around her lover and an increased flow of lubricant to dramatically lower the viscosity of her vaginal walls, all of which is meant only to intensify the level of this stranger’s pleasure inside your wife, thereby ensuring his very intense, and more importantly, internal, climax. With her primal impulses abated, her clarity of mind will slowly return. And as hot and erotic as her risky little encounter has been, she will always return to the comfort and stability of her sweet and loving husband. But it just might not be until after a celebratory shot of tequila and a quick whore’s bath in the ladies room.
2021-05-31 16:16:35 +0000 UTC View Post
I have always been an exhibitionist. This morning is no exception. Check you DM’s for a little vid of me putting my pussy on display for you. It’s free. But feel free to tip if you like my work here. 😘
2021-05-30 11:40:18 +0000 UTC View PostI’ve convinced my husband to let me film him in his cage. Would you be interested in seeing that? It wouldn’t be just him in the video. I’d make him do some stuff to me. Sound fun?
2021-05-30 05:13:04 +0000 UTC View PostAs with most people, 2020 and early 2021 have been challenging. Our family has been fortunate enough to have kept its sources of income intact, so I definitely count my blessings in that respect. For me, the biggest difficulty has been social. Not surprisingly, I’m a very social animal. I absolutely love nights on the prowl with the girls for hot y0unger guys who might be interested in get their dicks wet inside of some random married slut. So yeah, 2020 sucked for me. I absolutely need something to make up for it. Which has led to the latest argument with my husband. Maybe argument is too strong of a word because it implies that hubby has an opportunity to actually win it, when in fact, he does not. We’ve just booked a 5 day stay for later this summer in Las Vegas, which is the perfect place for me to make up for lost time. The problem in the equation is my husband, who at his age and physical condition simply doesn’t possess the requisite stamina for Vegas. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m definitely excited to get away with hubby and enjoy the Strip and all of the fine dining and shopping that it has to offer. I can’t wait for that, in fact. But when the night comes and it’s time to put on the little semi-sheer dress that barely covers my ass, I fear that my husband will be fast asleep by the time I get my makeup finished. And you can definitely forget about any chance of him achieving an erection after dinner. The solution to this minor crisis seems so unbelievably apparent to me as to not even require discussion, but for some reason hubby’s taken issue with it. Maybe it’s midlife insecurity or his male ego getting stepped on, who knows. But the fix is that I’ve invited a bull along for the trip, and I’ve told my husband that I want him booked in an adjoining room. He’ll be free to sleep in as late as he wants and enjoy the pool during the day or whatever else he wants to do, all on our dime. But at 10pm, hubby punches out and the stud punches in. And yeah, I toyed with the idea of booking us all in a single room with two queens. But the thought of stumbling in at 2 am every night to suck cock and fuck noisily next to hubby for another hour or two just seemed so rude. I’d rather just sneak into our room afterward, strip down to just my panties, and crawl my dirty face and pussy into bed next to hubby without disturbing him. Plus, while he won’t admit it, he loves waking up to my filthy aftermath. He’ll be hard at just the sight of my filthy panties lol. And let’s be honest, the morning after he gets a good night’s sleep really is his time to shine. And just maybe I’ll fly home pregnant. Like I’d just been made (unbeknownst to me!!!) right before I took these little cream pie vids for hubby in November of 2019. I miss Connor a lot. I would absolutely love it if he could fly to Vegas with us, but unfortunately, he’s been stationed overseas. And I hardly saw him at all over the pandemic when he was home☹️
2021-05-29 13:45:16 +0000 UTC View PostTo celebrate what is hopefully the end of the pandemic coinciding with what is certainly the end of the school year, I just booked an impromptu vacation for me and the kiddos. Unfortunately for hubby, he’s a little too busy with work to come along. But even more unfortunately, the kids and I fly out the day before he gets back from his work trip with the fat girl, Chrissy. Which means his adorable little penis is now going to be locked away in chastity for an extra 5 days!!! Personally, the thought of him having to sit to urinate at the office for that extra amount of time is sort of a turn on (he’s way too embarrassed to go at the urinal). And to his credit, he’s told me that he’s more than willing to go this extra little mile if it means that I’ll be able to have a more relaxing time with the kids. Ultimately, I think his “one for the team” attitude is just his way of trying to make up for Pantygate. But I do have to admit, not having to worry about my husband rolling Chrissy in flour while I’m gone would definitely make me feel better. I’m thinking about maybe even having him send me pics of all the little adventures he takes his cage on while we’re gone 😆 Something extra to keep him busy like that would be good for him. Definitely comment your thoughts. If anyone thinks there’s a good justification for leaving him the key, I’m all ears. And I’m definitely packing this little Malibu Strings bikini. Because where we’re going is quite warm, and my kids are so used to seeing their mom in slutty swimsuits, they won’t even bat an eyelash.
2021-05-28 13:57:35 +0000 UTC View PostAs many of you know, I was a college cheerleader back in the day at the University of Wisconsin. Which is the polite way of saying that my pussy’s no stranger to running back cock. But of all the positions, the one that turns me on most is defensive end (think Clowney and the younger guy from Cleveland. They represent the epitome of dominant male physicality combined with an agressive testosterone-fueled ferocity which, in a primal world, would sit then at the apex, thereby giving the right to eat and fuck anything and anyone of their choosing. In short, their nut is what every woman’s wired to want dripping from their pussies. Bottom line. I have this little fantasy where I’m playing quarterback dressed in a sexy little pink lingerie league uniform. I confidently strut to to the line and take my position under center, the whole while scanning the opposing defense for any tell in their coverage that I might be able to discern. I take the snap and drop back to find the single coverage. But they’ve successfully blitzed a corner without my awareness, leaving my running back unable to assist the weak side tackle. Just as I get the pass off, the two opposing ends sandwich me from either side, bringing me roughly to the turf. Expecting that they’ll allow me up to return to the huddle, I quickly realize that it’s not their intention I feel their hands begin to aggressively probe my large breasts and at least one of their fingers has made its way into my sweaty ass crack, so far still on the outside of my satiny little shorts. Before I even realize it my breasts have both been completely bared and my shorts are twisted around my knees. All I can think about is getting the play call from the sideline and avoiding a delay of game penalty. But these two brutes are now fully erect, and to my astonishment, the head referee’s called an official time out to let them fully celebrate their sack. My ass is hoisted and my sweaty little panties are unceremoniously yanked to the side. I don’t even have to see it to know that the thick cock about to invade me to my very core is easily the largest that my little married pussy will have ever taken. And, as much as I detest the thought of it being wet for these animals, I pray for my own sake that it is. Fortunately, the giant black snake easily penetrates it mark, methodically making its way, inch by exquisite inch with no resistance to speak of, all the way to the entrance to my womb, where it forcefully continues its primal journey unchecked, easily breaching my cervixx. This never before experienced sensation instantly triggers a cataclysmic orgasm that I humiliatingly realize is taking place on national television. The thought of Chris collinsworth frantically masturbating in the press box quickly flashes across my mind’s eye. Meanwhile, the strong side end also has needs that have gone unattended for far too long. The pear sized head of his erect penis is now aggressively pushing against my pretty married lips, and my hopes for a penalty flag for roughing the passer begin to fade to oblivion. I quickly realize that the only way to escape this predicament is to service these edge rushers to the absolute best of my capabilities. To be continued...
2021-05-26 13:29:40 +0000 UTC View PostJessica, my gyno, is an extremely cute thirty-something-ish woman. As many longtime followers know, we’re both members of the same club and often spend our Saturdays in the summer sipping cocktails by the pool while our hubbies play golf and the kids have their tennis lessons. She schedules me checkups slightly more frequently than her other patients because she’s fully aware of just how promiscuous my little married pussy can be, and she’s constantly riding me about my penchant for unprotected sex. But even with all of her scolding, the two of us have become pretty good friends, at least I’d like to think that’s the case. So when I have my feet up in the stirrups during one of my checkups, it’s not uncommon for us to be chatting away like school girls about all my latest shenanigans, and I can tell for a fact that her level of curiosity is more than just academic. Moreover, she’s confided in me on multiple occasions that her sex life with her significantly older husband is virtually nonexistent. Which all leads me to the conclusion that she’s begging me to turn her into the little slut that she longs to be. Unfortunately, my previous plans for her conversion to the hotwife lifestyle got completely derailed by the pandemic. But with the world now starting to open back up (including the microcosm that is our club), it’s time to get my little scheme back in motion. And before anyone voices objection to my conniving manipulation, let me assure you that I’m not going to push her into anything that she doesn’t choose of her own free will. I simply have designs on putting her into a scenario or two where she’ll be completely free to act on her more wilder female impulses without any fear of discovery or other negative consequences. Raef doesn’t know it just yet, but he’s already been deputized for the mission. And I should probably prepare him for the probability that he’ll be wearing a condom on this one😆
2021-05-25 04:56:27 +0000 UTC View PostWell before before becoming a hotwife, I used to take annual girls-only vacations with my BFF, Mimi. At that point in my life, I was pretty much just your typical little married slut, and for our trip that year we chose to go Las Vegas. On the second day, the two of us were drinking and flirting at the pool with Anthony, an extremely cute y0ung bartender. I in a particularly sexy pink Malibu Strings sheer-when-wet bikini. It was a Thursday afternoon, and the pool bar wasn’t very crowded, so the two of us pretty much had Anthony all to ourselves. It would have been shamefully apparent to anyone watching us that we were openly competing for the chance to empty this stud’s balls. At one point, Mimi made the fatal mistake of excusing herself to use the restroom, and I seized on the opportunity by letting Anthony know that I was super attracted to him. In Mimi’s absence, the two of us quickly formulated a plan to sneak back to my room for a quickie when his shift ended in 20 minutes. With about 3 minutes left on his shift, I slyly excused myself to “use the restroom” and hurried off to the room. Knowing time was of the essence, I stripped off my bikini and impatiently waited by the bed on my knees, wanting it to be entirely clear that I was in the mood to suck some bartender cock. Anthony used the key that I’d conveniently left him to let himself in and grinned ear to ear at seeing my bare tits for the very first time. Taking his cue from my positioning, he walked straight over and unzipped his fly. I was salivating when I saw his gorgeous semi-erect penis for the first time, and he laughed at how I eager I was to get it into my mouth. I lovingly sucked him to full mast, which took a whole of 90 seconds, and then abruptly stood up, turned, and bent over the edge of the bed directly in front of him. Once again, perceptively taking his cue, he lined the tip of his cock with the invitingly swollen opening of my soaked cunt and drove all 8 of his thick inches into me. I came instantly. And loudly. He continued to pump his shaft in and out of me for another 2 to 3 minutes until he busted a torrent of cum into my happily cheating pussy. Once I’d slowly wiggled my ass to the point where I was fairly certain my tight grip had captured his every last drop, he instinctively withdrew himself and quickly re-tucked and zipped. I scrambled myself back into my sexy little bikini and the two of us shared a quick goodbye kiss outside of my room before I sprinted my slutty little ass to the elevator to get back to Mimi. On my way to the ground floor, I devised a clever little cover story about some rather unpleasant bowel issues that would put any questions about my extended absence to rest. Unfortunately, in the time it took me to make my way back to the pool bar, Anthony’s huge load had fully dripped itself into my extra small teardrop shaped bikini bottom, leaving it entirely sheer!!!! This particular little incriminating fact had entirely escaped my awareness until I saw Mimi’s jaw drop to the floor as I approached her at the bar. “You little mother fucking slut!” she said laughing at me, as I took my seat next to her. With my cheeks blazing red, I offered to buy the next round and motioned to the stud working the dinner shift. There is more to this video. Tips get you the rest of the fun I had with a bbc dildo.
2021-05-23 23:31:59 +0000 UTC View PostSome of the sh!t that I pull on my husband is admittedly a little over the top. And when I stop to actually think about some of it, I can totally see why a lot of you theorize that the primary emotion I feel for hubby is anything but love. While that couldn’t be farther from the truth, I do sometimes tend to let my Russian bIood get the best of me when it comes to him. Take for example the flat chested little bitch, Chrissy. The uncontrollably recurring thought running through my head of him obediently following her command to fetch the crusty little panties that she’d had thoroughly wedged into her Mariana Trench-like ass crack for the prior 24 hour period has me livid beyond belief. Whether or not he lifted the undoubtably filthy crotch to his nose is absolutely fucking irrelevant, because his primary crime was infinitely more severe. And that crime, for which his ultimate sentencing is still pending, was being unconsciously submissive to another woman. So while I continue to mull over my response to this aggressive overreach by his lard assed colleague and his accessory role in the matter, he has remained locked in his cage. And while that punishment seems entirely proportional to the the offense, what I did this morning was probably a little bit over the top. I woke up around 630 and could not fall back asleep. I kept envisioning my husband cleaning Chrissy’s used pussy and bringing the cunt off in the process. It had my bIood boiling to such a degree that I nearly punched my sleeping husband in the nose for his imagined betrayal. That’s why at 715, after stewing for a full 45 minutes, I rudely woke his ass up with an elbow to his ribs. As soon as I could tell that his startled grogginess had sufficiently lifted, I commanded him to strip off his underwear and eat my pussy. To drive home my point, I told that I wanted it eaten especially well, like he probably would eat it if it was filled with one of his boss’s loads. And if it helped to elevate his performance, I said that he had my permission to imagine Raef standing alongside our bed, with his magnificent cock still half erect and glistening with my arousal for him. My poor husband literally had no idea either of how angry I was with him or why, and I’m certain that my making him take off his underwear had him thinking that he was minutes away from being released from his confinement and permitted a conjugal visit with his loving wife. That, I assure you, couldn’t have been farther from the truth. As soon as I finished cumming all over his handsome face, I ordered him to get his ass to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. Clearly confused by my curt and abrasive demeanor, he reluctantly crawled from our bed and began searching for his boxer briefs. “You don’t need your fucking underwear,” I seethed at him. Then adding “the kids aren’t even here and none of them will be until at least after lunch. Now go make the fucking coffee. You’ll be fine.” I joined him about 5 minutes later wearing nothing but a silky little red robe that comes nowhere even near thoroughly covering my ass. To hubby’s credit, my orgasm had been pretty fucking intense, and it had actually taken some of my edge off. But I wanted him to suffer a little more. So I laid on the sofa drinking my coffee with my back to the armrest and my knees drawn up. My sweet husband sat next to me with his feet on the ottoman wearing nothing but his chastity cage. I’m certain that he kept stealing glances at the obscene view I was giving him of my pussy. Then, out of the blue, I told him that he absolutely needed to shave me before the kids get home this afternoon. “Because,” I said, “I have something special planned for tonight... and I want to take a little video of you getting me ready for it.” I also told him that he better not even think about putting on any underwear until he had me baby smooth.
2021-05-22 19:02:56 +0000 UTC View PostNext month, Chrissy and hubby are going to North Carolina to train for a new software program the company is converting to to monitor the effectiveness of their financial controls. After what I’ve discovered, I will be making absolutely certain hubby’s double locked for this particular trip. Especially since Raef won’t be along this time to distract the chubby slut with his raw sex appeal. I managed to extract more information from hubby about the Phoenix trip. Chrissy apparently hovered around my husband the entire time they were there, like some overweight mother fucking hen. The most interesting thing happened early Monday morning before their group met in the lobby to go to breakfast. Chrissy had asked hubby the night before to swing by her room so that the two of them could walk down together. My husband got to her room a couple minutes early, and she answered the door in just a robe, apologizing for having overslept. She told hubby that she just needed to take a super quick shower, and that she’d be ready to walk out the door in ten minutes since she wasn’t washing her hair. Just as she turned to head into the bathroom, she stopped abruptly and exclaimed that she wouldn’t be needing “these” in the shower as she reached beneath the hem of her robe to quickly shimmy out of what, by all accounts, were a cute little pair of thong panties. Little being a relative term, obviously. Grinning at my husband, she balled her panties and tossed them toward her open suitcase on the other side of the room. Apparently, they fell significantly short in hitting their mark and landed squarely in the middle of the unused queen bed. “Be a dear and toss those in my suitcase, will you?,” she cooed at my husband as the door to the bathroom closed behind her. “And I’ll know if you sniffed them!” hubby heard her laughingly yell through the door as she turned on the shower. My husband claims not to have smelled the cunt’s dirty panties, but I have no doubt that he did. What guy wouldn’t?
2021-05-20 02:06:57 +0000 UTC View PostOne thing I’ve learned about myself over the years that I presume applies to most women is that there’s a duality in us that simply can’t be denied. Our heart are the master of one of those sides, while our cunts have absolute dominion over the other. And we can’t truly be fulfilled unless both sides are having their needs met. At our fundamental core, we absolutely need a loving and stable family life that begins with the bedrock relationship that we share with our husbands. There’s obviously no question about it. But, from time to time, our cunts also require a savage tending the likes of which most husbands are simply incapable of delivering. And it’s certainly no surprise that legions of women are in denial about their true nature, mostly because of societal norms that cast their collective frowning gazes at women who embrace their exquisite duality. The classic example of this would be the cunt Janet from my club, a bitch so frigid and repressed that her own natural state has become sitting in bitter judgment of others. But as society as a whole slowly evolves to become more accepting of alternative lifestyles, I believe that the time is right for me to pursue a dream. Which, simply stated, is to operate a private club where a select group of upper crust wives, like Jessica for example, can come without shame to have their primal sides satisfied by a curated stable of y0unger alpha bulls with heavy sacs in constant need in draining. And rather than ignoring the existence of the husbands of these beautiful and liberated women, my club will welcome them with open arms. In fact, in my mind, I envision a sports bar-type atmosphere on the ground floor where the cuckold husbands can casually mingle amongst one another watching the game and enjoying a cold beer while their sexy wives enjoy some private intimacy with their endowed bulls in the well appointed rooms above. Obviously, they’re also free to join in on the fun, providing they have the consent of their respective wife and her lover. Because at my club, the wives will have the final say on all matters that transpire within its four walls. The well written and ironclad membership agreement will clearly stipulate it, in fact. As an admittedly extreme example of this femdom policy, if the wife (like me) would prefer to have her husband wait patiently for her in the bar below wearing nothing but his chastity cage, then her wishes will be enforced, and our coat room will have a set of lockers for safely and securely holding hubby’s clothing and other personal items. For my part, I will ensure an interior climate that’s comfortable for all the club’s members, whether clothed or otherwise. And for obvious reasons, cell phones must be checked with the staff upon entry, but the club will have a state of the art paging system for those situations where a wife may want the company of her husband in the aftermath of her love making. And if that reason’s in any way related to an obligation on his part to ensure his beautiful wife’s “cleanliness” when they depart, our staff will ensure that he arrives promptly and judgment-free to her private oasis. The decadent thoughts dancing through my mind as I envision all the filthy possibilities have my panties soaked beyond imagination. But as with most dreams in life, mine’s going to require a significant amount of outside capital if there’s going to be any chance of it coming to actual fruition. Which is why on Thursday of this coming week I’ll be meeting with Jason, a business attorney who plays golf with my husband at the club, to discuss preparing some form of prospectus that I can use to raise the needed funding. I’m not just bullish!ting here.
2021-05-15 15:11:52 +0000 UTC View PostAs many of you know, hubby and I are in the process of ‘trying’ for another baby. But his role in the process this time around is anything but traditional, due primarily to his vasectomy almost two decade ago. But that’s not to say he won’t still be intimately involved in the process. In fact, I feel that his participation’s absolutely essential to facilitating the all-important bonding process. So with that in mind, you can almost equate his role to that of the breeder at a stable. His initial task, which is by far the most important, is to find a suitable stud for the job. I’ve made my preferences abundantly clear (tall, dominant, gorgeous and hung), now it’s encumbant on him to execute. Once the search process is over and the big date is set, it will be hubby’s responsibility to make certain that his wife’s fertile pussy is impeccably groomed for her bull and select the sexiest lingerie for setting the appropriate mood. After that, all that will be left is reserving his wife and her lover the perfect room for the special occasion. Someplace where they can be comfortably confined while nature takes its beautiful course. And I also believe that it’s absolutely necessary that he be on hand for conception. I want him to see firsthand the beautiful, baby-making mess between his wife’s pretty legs. And of course, as is customary with me, I want to push this envelope to the very edge. And for that, I’ve been considering asking Jessica, my cute obgyn, to be on hand to provide some much needed professional guidance. As my y0ung little hotwife apprentice in the making, I’m fairly confident that she’d jump at the chance to watch me fucked like a dirty whore by a y0ung bull. Anyway, this is all still in the planning/naughty fantasy phase, but my clock is obviously ticking, so it’s time to start moving this shit forward. Oh, and I haven’t forgotten about Chrissy and Arizona. More on that tomorrow. Full 4 1/2 min vid sent to your DM’s. 🔥
2021-05-15 03:10:41 +0000 UTC View PostI had every intention of freeing my husband from his cage on Monday night, and, as a show of my good faith, I was wearing the key on a chain around my neck when we went to bed. But first, we need to have a little conversation. And for that, I had something special planned that I knew would get me the results I was looking for. It was about 11:40 when we finally made it up to the bedroom. Hubby, clearly in need of some cuddle time with his wife, was naked in less than 30 seconds after the door had closed behind us, and he looked sooooo adorable standing there in just his little cage. It was obvious that he was standing there waiting for me to unlock him. As I stripped down to just the cute little thong I’d been wearing for the entire day, I told him to get into bed because I had something something special planned just for him. He flashed me a somewhat uneasy little smile but did as he was told. That’s when I walked over to the closet to retrieve the special props that were going to make the evening’s line of questioning as productive as possible; two sets of shiny new handcuffs fresh from their Amazon packaging. The look on my husband’s face was priceless. This was something new even for us, and I could tell that he was a little apprehensive about having even more than just the freedom of his his penis taken from him. “Relax,” I said. “I’m not going to be jamming anything into your ass, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just want to have a fun little chat before I let you of your cage. Trust me, you’re going to love it. And with that, I motioned for him to surrender his left wrist and secured it firmly to the base of our headboard. Then I casually strolled to the other side of the bed and did the same with the right. At that point, I decided that I wouldn’t say another word to him until I felt the time was right to extract the information from him that I wanted. With my sexy little black thong still in place, I crawled onto the bed and straddled his face with my back to him with my hands resting comfortably on his hips. The entire situation already had me aroused, and I was fairly certain that, with my dirty cunt a mere 5 or 6 inches from his face, my scent was already in his nose. And with that, I eased my hips lower and slowly grazed the silky fabric of my panties gently across the very tip of his nose, running it the entire length of my pussy, beginning from my clit and ending at my asshole. And that’s where I momentarily left it. My clit was level with his chin as I slowly wiggled my hips, letting the delicate strip of fabric covering my asshole dance across the tip of his nose. My husband wasn’t completely aware of it just yet, but he would become intimately acquainted with my ass before this night was through.
2021-05-13 21:33:12 +0000 UTC View PostI’m sorry to say that I don’t have a story for you tonight. I hope my little teasing video will tide you over til tomorrow. Until then, happy stroking. 😈
2021-05-13 03:08:12 +0000 UTC View PostHubby got home last night around 8:30. I had a nice dinner waiting for him, and we all ate together as a family. With all of our crazy busy schedules, that doesn’t happen too often, so it was an extremely pleasant change from our normal pace. From the incessant ass patting and little kisses that began as soon as he walked through the door, I could tell hubby was clearly aching to get out of his device. And frankly, I was definitely loving the attention. And feel free to call me paranoid, but a big part of me couldn’t stop wondering if the source of all this affection wasn’t his pent up desire, but rather from a sense of nagging guilt for something that he’d done while he was in Phoenix. Little did hubby know that I had a plan in place to figure it all out. Operation ‘cuckold interrogation’ was about to go down (no pun intended) in just a little over two hours. And when all the dust had finally settled, I would definitely have all the answers I wanted. And then some. Stay tuned.
2021-05-11 22:50:45 +0000 UTC View PostHubby got a little 2:30 am text last night from a shower that clearly isn’t one from inside our home. All it said was “Thank you for agreeing to wear the device on your trip, sweetie. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me.” I’m relatively confident he was fast asleep at the time. A follow up explanatory text about an hour later said “I hope you don’t mind that I dr*nk-dialed Ryan tonight after drinks with Sanja. For some reason, the strangest thought was looping in my mind yesterday, and it had me dripping wet. The two of us were partying in Vegas at an all nude day club with gorgeous horny bulls swarming around me like bees. You were obediently locked in your cage like a good boy and fetching drinks while I flirted shamelessly with all my sexy hung suitors. Everyone there knew it was a foregone conclusion that you’d soon be watching some lucky stud have his way with your hotwife. And I got the distinct impression that you were so thankful that your little cage was sparing you the public humiliation of being hard as a rock at the prospect of it. Ryan had just gotten off work. I told him about how you were in Phoenix safely locked in a chastity cage, and how it had me needing to be fucked. Judging from the load he left all over my face and tits, he was more than happy to give your slutty little wife what she needed.” So it was probably a somewhat passive aggressive move on my part, hooking up with Ryan while he’s in Phoenix and then texting him that made up fantasy, but I felt it was all warranted for some reason. Definitely a bit hung over and sore this morning btw.
2021-05-09 20:07:22 +0000 UTC View PostMy husband made one final request before leaving for the airport yesterday to be released from his cock cage. Mostly, I think he was just anxious about getting through security at O’Hare, so I assured him one last time that I spared no expense in getting him a TSA-approved device. And I was right. He made it through without so much as even a pat down. But I’ll be honest. After my dream on Thursday night, I was a little torn about the entire issue. Leaving the cage on obviously runs the risk of playing right into Chrissy’s little cuckold fantasy scenario (if indeed she actually has one). But alternatively, I fear that leaving him out has the potential of turning into something even worse. So, ultimately, I decided that I’m sticking to my guns. My husband seems to be entirely unaware of Chrissy’s abnormal level of interest in him and his situation. At least that’s the impression he’s trying to leave with me. I’m inclined to believe him. In his mind, he has no concept whatsoever of what an unbelievable catch that he is. He’s an amazing father, handsome, successful, supportive, witty, charming, refined, and, most of all, possessed of a fetish that completely liberates his wife to take y0ung, virile bull lovers into their bed whenever she chooses. He’s the absolute perfect fucking husband. When they got to their gate yesterday, he texted me how relieved he was to have made it through the checkpoint. He told me he’d purposely straggled so that the remainder of his group were well ahead of him in the line. His hope being that they’d all be on their way to the gate if he had to endure the humiliation of a pat down or questioning about his peculiar device. But he also told me that Chrissy insisted on staying with him on the off chance there was any issue with security. She told him that, if worse came to worst, she could pose as his kinky girlfriend if they needed to explain the existence of his cock cage. Hubby said her insistence made him a little uncomfortable at first, but that the closer they got to the screener, the happier he was to have at least one of the group with him. I texted back how happy I was that Chrissy had been there for him🤮 If that story’s not a red flag, I don’t know what is. In any event, I texted Sanja last night for a little morale support. She’s been out of the country with her husband, and it’s been a while since we’ve hung out. We’re grabbing a drink this evening, which is exactly what I need. If I’m being paranoid about this whole Chrissy thing, Sanja will set me straight for sure.
2021-05-08 18:48:03 +0000 UTC View PostI had a horrible nightmare last night. It woke me up around 4:30 and left me completely unable to fall back asleep. In the dream, I found myself seemingly alone in an almost pitch black room uncertain of where I was or how I’d even arrived there, but I soon sensed the presence of others in the form of muffled sounds coming from several feet away. As the shroud of darkness slowly began to lift from my eyes, I started to make out the shapes of three very distinctly different human forms, all of whom were laying in various states of repose on what looked to be a very large and comfortable bed. The first of the figures that I recognized was Raef. His form was slightly reclined on a cushion of several billowy pillows with his hands clasped behind his head. His eyes appeared to be closed, and I got the strong intuitive sense that he was almost exalting in this particular moment. The second figure I recognized was Chrissy. She was positioned on all fours facing Raef with her soft round belly hanging decidedly beneath her meager breasts, and it appeared that the only part of her that was actively moving was her still-silhouetted head. As the image crystalized in my mind, it became abundantly apparent that she was in the act of fellating Raef’s beautiful erection. It wasn’t until Chrissy released Raef’s penis from her eager mouth and buried her face in his inner thigh that I recognized the third of the figures. It was my husband. He was crouched behind Chrissy with his handsome face completely eclipsed by her fat ass. As Chrissy continued rhythmically stroking Raef’s cock, she began to moan whorishly into the flesh of Raef’s leg, and I instantly recognized the onset of what would be an intensely powerful orgasm. My husband, for his part, appeared to be desperately attempting to pleasure himself in the moment, but something seemed to be frustrating his efforts. As my eyes became slightly more adjusted, I could clearly tell that my husband’s mouth was buried in the bitch’s filthy crevice. His head rose and fell in an almost hypnotic rhythm as his talented tongue danced across the full length of her needy pussy, which no doubt would soon be filled to its capacity with Raef’s thickness. But not before Chrissy wailed in climax as she ground her cunt violently back into my husband’s face. My bl00d began to boil in rage as I realized it was my husband’s cheating mouth that was bringing her to the height of her orgasm, and I instinctively rushed toward the debaucherous scene to relieve Chrissy of the vast majority of her teeth. But the more effort I expended toward achieving my objective, the deeper into a rapidly developing mist the blissful trio began to disappear. Until once again, I was left by myself in the pitch black.
2021-05-07 17:50:03 +0000 UTC View PostThis Friday, Raef, hubby and Chrissy will be part of a team attending a joint strategic planning retreat in Phoenix, Arizona. It lasts all through the weekend, and they’ll be returning late the following Monday. The other night at drinks, Chrissy mentioned offhandedly that she’d bought a new swimsuit for the trip. Her comment took me aback somewhat. Stupidly, I’d assumed that the work agenda would be so unbelievably jam packed over the weekend that there’d be minimal time for anything even remotely fun or relaxing. Apparently, I was wrong. It obviously doesn’t bother me that hubby will be socializing in Phoenix. What does bother me is Chrissy having the gall to remind my husband to make sure that any bathing suit he brings doesn’t give away the outline of his cock cage when it gets wet. Her comment didn’t seem to bother Raef, who laughed out loud and seconded the advice. I suppose it’s probably somewhat poetic that I hate that the bitch knows about my hotwife marriage and my relationship with Raef. But even more than that, I despise the fact that she also now knows about my chastity plans for my husband and actually seems to be fucking getting off on it. But what mostly enervates me, given my suspicions about Chrissy and Raef, is that the chubby little cunt seems to be attempting to position herself as my surrogate on this little trip. Which is bad enough in and of itself, but who knows what her ultimate designs might be after that. It’s obviously no declaration of war quite as of yet, but my DEFCON status is a solid 4. Tips appreciated if you like my posts 😘 Also, please like and comment on this and other posts. Thank you!
2021-05-06 03:37:45 +0000 UTC View Post
Good morning! May the Fourth be with you! For all my Star Wars nerds out there. 😉
2021-05-04 13:17:44 +0000 UTC View PostI have my annual checkup this week with Jessica, my cute, late-30s gyno. Since my pregnancy at the end of 2019, she’s been privy to all of my pussy’s naughtiest secrets. Since then, some of the best girl talk I’ve ever had has been with my feet in her stirrups and three of her slender fingers probing my female parts for abnormalities. She has what I can only describe as a vicarious fascination with my marriage. But what’s most interesting about Jessica is that she doesn’t seem interested so much in my dalliances with y0unger bulls as she is the power dynamic I have with my husband. She’s a member of the same country club that we belong to, and she told me a story two summers ago about a serious boyfriend that she’d had in undergrad at Indiana University. She said his name was Jamie and described him as short (around 5’4) and extremely slender with absolutely zero body hair. She laughingly said that his dick was so incredibly tiny that she actually wished it was as big as a baby carrot. But she also told me that any issue she had with the minuscule size of his penis evaporated the second she had his mouth between her legs. She said the one thing that got them both off the hardest was when she would cuff his hands to the bed and sit on his face. She said that they could do this for hours, and that it wasn’t unusual at all for her to stroke him off two or three times a session. During the year or so that they were together, she thinks his dick may have been inside her pussy 3 or 4 times tops, and in her mouth even less than that. So with this little backdrop in mind, it’s only natural that I’m extremely excited to tell her about my recent decision to put hubby in chastity when he’s away for work. But what I most can’t wait to tell her about is the out-of-this-fucking-world pussy lickings that I got this past week while hubby’s been locked up in test mode. And even more specifically than that, to let her know that I actually pulled a “Jessica” on Friday night and sat on his face for over 45 minutes. It was after we’d gotten back from happy hour drinks with Raef and their colleague Chrissy. All of our kiddos were out and about when we got home, so we snuck upstairs, locked the bedroom door, and I found a way to secure hubby’s hands above his head to our less than ideal for the purpose headboard. But what was most fascinating to me about Friday night was that I didn’t cum thinking about Raef’s huge veiny cock or any of my other normal “go-to” fantasies. Rather, I had the most amazingly powerful orgasm thinking about hubby, safely locked in his little cock cage, eating out Chrissy’s pussy on one of their upcoming work trips. Just like he was eating mine at that exact moment, with his hands firmly secured above his head and Chrissy’s ample ass sliding back and forth across the entire length of his face. Using his naughty mouth to bring herself off over and over again. Which all brings me back to Friday’s happy hour. My primary takeaway from the evening is that I don’t get any impression whatsoever that Chrissy shares Raef’s sadistic pleasure in ridiculing my husband about his somewhat less than mainstream marital situation. In fact, I have this sinking feeling that it’s almost certainly something even worse than that. And while I fully admit the possibility that I’m being paranoid, I get the sense the little bitch is extremely unhappy in her marriage and for some reason covets my amazing husband. So what had started off this week as a mission of revenge on Raef for his public release of the pic of me bare breasted on my knees in his office with his big cock comfortably wedged between my married lips has immediately morphed into a DEFCON 5 alert to a potential preemptive strike on the sanctity of my marriage. One being waged by a cute little cunt with a fat ass and no tits looking to trade up husbands. Definitely more to come. The extended masturbation vid available upon request with a tip. Thank you. 😘
2021-05-03 09:37:31 +0000 UTC View PostThere is something very ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ about the vagina. When a female’s not in a state of arousal, it’s honestly not a terribly accommodating organ. Her labia almost form a barrier to a tightly collapsed orifice poorly suited to provide a man with any semblance of the sensation he’s after. And even when penetration is achieved, it’s often only the man’s precum that facilitates the minimum amount of pleasure required to accomplish his objective. And forget entirely about even an ounce of pleasure for the woman. When it’s all said and done, a dry vagina benefits no one. But when something triggers a woman’s arousal (like a gorgeous caddy taking a break to apply lotion to her backside at the club pool, for example), the vagina undergoes an almost butterfly-like metamorphosis. It elongates, swells and lubricates into a sleeve with but one purpose - to stimulate the lucky male to that point where he’s no longer physically able to prevent his ejaculation. Even the outward appearance of the vagina undergoes a massive transformation. No longer a barrier to a man’s entry, a bitch’s engorged labia splay themselves obscenely open, putting her delicate feminine parts on full display. It’s a literal blossoming of her womanhood designed solely to signal her receptiveness to a complete and thorough penetration. But the ultimately infuriating, and sometimes humiliating, aspect of this entire process is that the female is fundamentally unable to pick and choose for whom the beautiful transformation of her reproductive organ occurs. And I assure you, there’s nothing worse than when a man who knows you absolutely despise him on a personal level also knows that you can’t prevent your very own body from turning into his little pocket pussy cum dumpster. Raef is this man for me. I literally blushed in humiliation the very first time he slipped his hand inside my panties and felt my cunt. I desperately did NOT want to be so unmistakably in heat for him, and I most certainly never wanted him to possess physical confirmation of it. The bastard actually laughed when he slipped his middle finger between my slick and blossomed folds, immediately filling me me with an uncontrollable rage and urge to scream and gouge his eyes. But all my body could muster in response was a soft, instinctive moan that signaled my surrender. It wouldn’t have been more clear to him had I been frantically waving my little white panties. Less than two minutes later I was on my knees with his thick cock enveloped in my mouth. Incidentally, hubby and I had an interesting couple of happy hour drinks yesterday with his asshole boss and their colleague, Chrissy. More on that tomorrow😊
2021-05-01 14:36:21 +0000 UTC View PostThe first time my tongue ever tasted pussy was in college. As a cheerleader, I’d been religiously shaving my pussy since 8th grade. She, on the other hand, was a gorgeous Latina who also happened to have a full-on bush. She was only 5’1 and probably no more than 90 pounds, but her extremely hairy pussy was flat out intimidating. So it was with great hesitance (even taking into account my slight inebriation) that I went in for that first little kiss and lick. But for as long as I live, I’ll never forget her feminine scent, which crashed into my nose from about six inches away. It was pure heaven, and it made my clit literally yearn to be a cock. I think I might be ready for round two with that little slut. I’m going to search her on Facebook tonight.
2021-04-28 22:42:26 +0000 UTC View PostMy former BFF Mimi used to have a saying that goes something to the effect that the crotch of your panties never lies. If you like a guy, it will be wet. And if he likes you back it will be absolutely filthy. Incidentally, the two of us have been relatively cordial at work ever since I approved her fucking “extortion raise.” We even have plans to have lunch together later this week, and I’m reasonably optimistic that it won’t involve any threat of blackmai1 lol. But now that my husband and I are headed in the direction of taking our hotwife lifestyle public, any leverage she’s held over me in the past is quickly waning. The bottom line is that I think we’ll get along much better when our balance of power is fully restored. Will we ever slut around in Miami together again? It’s doubtful, but you never know... And speaking of power, or more specifically, the lack thereof. As we speak, my husband is at his office fully secured in his male chastity device, and I couldn’t be happier. We actually put it on yesterday afternoon before going outside to do a little yard work. I kept thinking how cute he looked doing chores with his penis completely locked for me. Tonight I’m going to find out if the rumors about the affects of being caged on a man’s pussy licking skills have any merit. I’ll keep you posted😁 As always, tips are very much appreciated 😘
2021-04-26 23:41:03 +0000 UTC View PostTips appreciated if you enjoyed my video. 😘 _________________________________________________ Hubby had a full week back at the office this past week. In his opinion, our particular “cat” is clearly out of the bag, and I’m super proud of him for facing his fear of humiliation head on. Interestingly, it’s almost as though our relationship has captured more curiosity from his office mates than ridicule. His female colleagues seem to be especially taken his circumstances. One apparently told him in their kitchenette that she thinks that female led marriages are where “things are headed” lol. I certainly appreciate her forward thinking on the matter, and I think some credit undoubtedly has to be given to the Falwells for making the eroticism of cuckolding almost a cause celebre among the evangelical community. But the truth is, it’s mostly only the alpha females among us who need beta husbands. So, while it might not technically be where “things are headed” necessarily, there is definitely a large segment of educated and driven women who are realizing that partnering long-term with alpha males is a recipe for divorce. In any event, Chrissy has been handling a project for Raef and my husband and pretty much discusses our situation openly when the three of them are alone together. I’ve met Chrissy several times but never really spoken with her. There’s absolutely nothing that’s terribly striking about her other than her gorgeous blonde hair. She’s a little shorter than me, so I’d put her at around 5’2, and she’s a good 15 pounds overweight, which she carries fairly well in her mid-30s ass. Her breasts are definitely small. I would probably describe her as cute as a button. Hubby says that she’s married, but he doesn’t think they have any kids. He also said the two of them are having some problems, which my female intuition tells me might at least partially stem from the fact she’s had her cute little cheating pussy impaled by Raef’s perfect cock. The three of them, along with the company’s executive director and some members of the development/marketing team, will be traveling together to a joint strategic planning retreat with two sister organizations in just a couple of weeks. Apparently, Raef has also “confided” in Chrissy my plans for putting my husband in a chastity device for all of his upcoming travel. Much to Raef’s delight, she brought this particular fact up yesterday at Primebar while the three of them were grabbing a quick happy hour drink. According to my husband, she’d gotten tipsy rather quickly and blurted out how a little birdie told her how sad it was that he wouldn’t be able to mess around on the SPT. Hubby attempted to play dumb, which Raef immediately shot down by showing him the pic I’d sent him of the chastity device I’d ordered (Once again, a blunder that rests squarely on my shoulders). Chrissy, according to my husband, didn’t seem to be acting with an ounce of malice, but she apparently had a grin on her face that went from ear to ear when she actually had the audacity to ask him if she could see his cage on their trip. Hubby, obviously mortified, turned red as a beet, and Chrissy, to her credit, quickly realized the overstep and apologized and switched subjects. All of this is a roundabout way of saying that I by no means have forgotten about Raef. Little incidents like yesterday’s are clear proof that he needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later. But incidentally, last night in bed I brought up the subject of letting Chrissy see him in his cage on their upcoming trip. I obviously have no intention whatsoever of letting this happen, but I was curious to see how he’d react by my telling him the opposite. So I said “baby, I think it might be a good idea to let Chrissy see for herself just how submissive you are to me. But definitely not on the trip,” I added. “The fact is, your getting accustomed to wearing a cage for me is well overdue, so I’m thinking it’s time to finally get it out of the box. You’re going to wear it starting Monday for the entire week. And just maybe I’ll m33t the three of you at Primebar next Friday, and the two of us can show Chrissy and Raef together just how obedient you are. How does that sound, sweetie?” And with my hubby’s now firm erection gliding smoothly through my palm, I started to develop a little plan.
2021-04-25 03:27:50 +0000 UTC View PostI’m not happy, but I only have myself to blame. Yesterday a 30ish CPA at my husband’s office showed him a pic on her phone that Raef had sent to her. It was a still from a video that had clearly been shot in his office. And it also happened to be a very vividly compromising image of me. In it, I was on my knees at the base of Raef’s chair. My blouse was splayed widely open and my tits were fully exposed. According to my husband, from the angle you could tell that my skirt was hiked around my waist and that my hand was buried inside of my own panties. Hubby said that the resolution was so good that you could even see the bulge of my wedding ring through my panties. Oh. And let’s not forget my lusciously plump lips, which were sealed air tight around Raef’s thick shaft, just about and inch and a half beneath its perfect tip. In the picture, my eyes appear to be locked onto Raef’s. They’re so widely open in fact, that you can see the white on either side of my irises. Chrissy (the CPA) told my husband that Raef said the pic is a still of the exact second that he started pumping his load into my slutty mouth. So it’s fairly safe at this point to say that one of my husband’s biggest fears is finally coming to fruition, which is our entire universe knowing the full scope of our lifestyle. But hubby also quite obviously knows that this has been my plan for some time. I just guess that seeing the pic on Chrissy’s phone yesterday was a little more than he was prepared to handle. In fact, he’s taken up residence in the basement and is refusing to even talk to me. My guess is he won’t be going into the office for the rest of the week, and I’m going to give him a day or two to process things before trying to lure him back upstairs. For now, I’m just telling the kids it’s a covid precaution. It was beyond irresponsible of Raef to show that picture to anyone at their office, but clearly his ego is the dominant part of his fucking brain. This entire incident has me seething for revenge.
2021-04-14 01:57:52 +0000 UTC View PostGood morning my slutty Hotwife fans 😘
2021-04-11 16:57:23 +0000 UTC View Post