There are some men you just look at and wonder what their cum would feel like leaking into the crotch of your panties.
It’s the exact thought I had when I first laid eyes on Raef at the club this past summer. My poor, sweet hubby thought he was introducing me to his arch work enemy. Little did he know how quickly I’d be wanting him for a baby-daddy🤣
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Sanja just texted me that she can’t wait to feel my mouth on her cunt again. She said she’s never had someone she considers to be a close friend eat her out before, and she thinks it’s so hot that our friendship has an intimate side. I told her that I absolutely loved going down on her (especially bringing her to climax) and asked if she’d ever consider returning the favor. She said “sorry, but hell no! Lol”
But weirdly, I somehow don’t even mind.
There’s no one exclusive type of hotwife lifestyle. Some couples enjoy to engage in activities that don’t work for me and my husband. For instance, while I love referring to my lovers as “bulls,” neither hubby or myself are all that fond of the term cuckold as a noun. My husband is simply my husband, and he’s absolutely perfect in that role.
But sometimes a woman just needs her pussy fucked in a way that only an alpha male can provide. And that is why I’m a hotwife. It’s the best of both worlds, and every woman deserves it.
I sent this pic to Raef this morning. No text. Just the pic. I might send him the vid later. Depends on what kind of response I get. I wanted to make sure he knew I was thinking about him. But not too much.
Under the category of things that make my eyeballs roll back inside of my head:
When I can feel my married pussy thoroughly stretched to accommodate a thick, y0ung bull at the same time the tip of his cock makes contact with my cervixxx.
Trust me when I tell you that the sensation that comes with being penetrated by a bull with the perfect combination of thickness and length is what every hotwife craves.
And it’s a definite bonus if my husband is there to see the eye roll. Like he was this past Saturday.
This past Saturday Raef and Sanja has me naked within minutes after arriving at Raef’s apartment. True to her word, Sanja did not engage in any pussy licking. Only hubby and I had the pleasure of doing that.
Hubby, who never was fully naked for our little encounter, wasn’t entirely certain what his role would be prior to arriving. But Raef let him know almost immediately that his services were most certainly going to be required. Sanja was apparently privy to the plan ahead of time. She dispatched with her dress in less than an instant and positioned herself with her back against Raef’s headboard. Then she slowly opened her perfect Croatian legs and motioned me toward her with a smile that went from ear to ear. She had just been making out passionately with Raef, and I noticed that her red lipstick was smudged all over her gorgeous face. I noticed Raef out of the corner of my eyes fumbling with his cuff links.
I crawled slowly up from the foot of the bed and in between her legs. My heart felt like it literally might fucking explode out of my chest. I can’t even remember the last time I felt anywhere near that kind of anxiety. But then again, it’s not every day that a woman tastes another woman for the very first time. I’ve obviously tasted my own pussy before. Most women have. For me, it’s usually during the cleaning stage, and it’s coupled with the taste of a bull’s thick load. But the prospect of having my mouth locked onto the wet, bare cunt of another woman was something I wasn’t entirely prepared for.
With my ass perched upward and facing my husband, I started slowly kissing the areas surrounding her now clearly glistening vagina. She had shaved herself bare for the occasion, and as I kissed her babi smooth pubic mound, my nostrils were overwhelmed by her scent. She was highly aroused and clearly hot to have me eat her out in front of my husband and Raef.
I let the tip of my tongue slightly graze the hood of her visibly swollen clit and she let out the softest most delicious moan in response. And with that, I knew without a doubt that I was going to lick her all the way to orgasm.
At which point I felt Raef’s hand firmly swat my exposed bare bottom. “Just Look at your gorgeous wife,” he said to my husband. “You wanna bet whether she’s soaking wet right now,” Raef teased. “I bet she is. But I think you should confirm it for me.” With that, I heard my husband get up from the sofa just a few feet away and approach the foot of the bed. With not so much as a word, I felt one his palms rest on my lower back and slowly start making its way down the midline of my ass crack.
The tip of what I presume was his middle finger had just glided gently over my rectum causing me to flinch involuntarily when I heard Raef say “Not with your hand. I want you to check for me with your mouth.”
Hey! I will write soon about the goings on surrounding my husband’s Christmas party. It’s a lot to unpack. Both good and bad. I will say that, given, the pandemic backdrop and the mandate against prohibited gatherings in Chicago, the private club that served as the venue had all the feel of a prohibition-era speakeasy. The forbidden aspect of all of it coupled with the lavish holiday decorations and the ample amounts of top shelf liquor gave the night and absolutely surreal and magical feeling.
The bottom line tonight, however, is that my pussy is unbelievably tender from what transpired at Raef’s beginning around 2:30 this morning. Primarily because the bed that he fucked me in for almost 90 minutes straight most certainly isn’t the only thing that b0y has that’s king sized.
And as much as I abhor the thought of getting fucked tonight, I also know that my husband has some unresolved anxiety about last night that still needs to be addressed. So when we crawl into bed within the next hour or so, he’s going to gently lick me to orgasm with his amazingly talented tongue while I thank him over and over for one of the single most amazing nights of my life. Then, after what will undoubtedly be an incredibly soothing orgasm for my ravaged cunt, I’m going to release my sweet hubby’s skull from the vice-like grip of my inner thighs and invite him to crawl up along side of me. At which point he will have the pleasure of feeling my profound gratitude in the form of a hand job. His second within the last 24 hours.
And then, I imagine that the two of us are going to quickly drift off to a blissful sleep.
Getting ready to run grab some breakfast with Raef and Sanja. Everyone is starving lol.
Favorite part about last night by far was my husband getting to see my facial reaction to being penetrated by Raef for the very first time.
I was on all fours and facing Sanja and hubby. Sanja had just crawled from the bed with us to cuddle up with my husband on the sofa to take in the show. She was fully nude and asked me if I minded her stroking my husband’s dick while they watched me getting fucked by her stud. Raef was just at that exact moment beginning to introduce his very thick penis into my equally tight cunt, and just as I began to nod my consent to Sanja’s question, my face contorted so dramatically that Sanja laughed out loud.
I was in the midst of going someplace sexually I haven’t been in a while. But the very last thing I heard Sanja say to hubby before entering my mental cocoon was “maybe it’s just me Sweetie, but I think your wife might like your boss.”
Text from Sanja just now-
No. I most definitely don’t eat pussy. The thought of it absolutely disgusts me. Which is probably why I love having mine eaten by another woman so much. Lol
And stop worrying. With those lips, you’re bound to be a natural.
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I’ve never wanted to eat pussy more in my life than I do right now.
I absolutely love being complimented for my cock sucking capabilities. I think all whores probably love to hear how much pleasure their mouths bring to men. But Raef did something with my mouth on Friday night that took things to an entirely new level for me. Something that almost killed me and made me cum at the same time.
I walked in the door around 10:30 under the impression that we’d maybe be having a drink and chatting a bit. But immediately after helping me off with my coat, he took me in his arms gave me one of the hottest and most passionate kisses I’ve had in a while. Then, to my surprise (but not dismay), he commandingly pushed me to my knees right in his foyer.
Fully clothed and on my knees, I watched Raef untie his joggers and ease the waist band over his already firmly rigid penis. My eyes lit up. Whatever he had in store for me, he was clearly excited to do it. And his excitement was contagious.
Licking my lips, I instinctively leaned toward his delicious erection. I wanted nothing more than to grab it at the base with one hand and feed it into my eager mouth. “Not just yet,” he snarled, momentarily startling me back from the cock trance I’d already succumbed to. “You’ll have it in that slutty little mouth when I’m good and fucking ready,” he said smiling down at me.
He moved toward me until the tip of his cock rested on my forehead an his scrotum was draped across the bridge of my nose. The bastard’s nuts were literally resting atop each of my now closed eyes. Like a good girl, I kept perfectly still letting my bull satisfy what was obviously a desire to mildly humiliate me.
I heard him laugh a little as he pulled away. Then, as I opened my eyes, I felt him forcefully grab the back of my head with one hand and saw him angling his thick shaft downward toward my mouth with the other. With an almost gentle motion, he began running the tip of his penis across my lips, and I could tell from the sensation that he was coating them with a copious amount of his silky precum. My bull was seriously aroused.
A mildly insistent push from the tip of his cock signaled to me that he was ready to insert his beast into my mouth. So like a good slut, I dutifully parted my lips to grant him access. And just as I was about to do my thing, Raef grabbed me firmly on each side of my head and told me this time would be a little different. He said all I needed to do was keep my lips wrapped tight around him and let him do the work. And with that, he literally started fucking my face.
I was nowhere near prepared for how deep he was going to push his dick into my throat, but he somehow knew to stop just shy of the point that would have triggered a massive gag reflex. I kept my tongue pressed into the underside of his erection as he slowly fed it in and out of my mouth. I heard a deep moan emanate from somewhere deep inside of him right around the same time I began to notice the tears that were literally streaming from my eyes. His grip on my head became almost painfully intense as his cadence quickened. I could tell at that point that this was definitely not foreplay we were engaged in. This was endgame, and I had no choice but to ride it to the bitter end.
Each minute seemed to drag into an eternity, until finally I felt Raef drive his cock into the back of my throat and hold it in place as he wailed out in pleasure. Jets of his hot cum began to cascade from the tip of his huge dick, and I had absolutely no choice but to swallow every last drop.
As the final wave of his orgasm washed over him, I could feel him begin to withdraw from my mouth. I slowly began to regain a semblance of composure as he helped me back to my feet. I could only imagine at that point how my mascara must look. But the most embarrassing aspect of the entire event was how unbelievably fucking wet it had made me. In the midst of it, I hadn’t even noticed. But now that I was on the other side, I had a mortifying awareness of how soaked my inner thighs were.
All I wanted at that point was to crawl onto his bed and put my ass up, but the asshole clearly had other plans. The mother fucker had the nerve to tell me that I needed to leave, and it wasn’t even 11:15 yet! He said that when I’m finally ready to commit to spending an entire night in his bed with him, he’ll be happy to give me what he knows I’m needing. But until then, face fucking will be the only fucking we do.
I stormed out of his apartment beat red and arrived back home around midnight. Which was absolutely fine with me. I’m honestly not sure if I’m ever going to talk with Raef again.
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So apparently at lunch today Raef joked in front of my husband and a few of the other guys that, while I definitely get an A+ in the “swallow every single drop” department, I sometimes take things a little too far. Raef laughed that it’s actually difficult extricating his big dick from my mouth after he finishes, I must love sucking it so much for him.
To be fair, that was only one of the times that I sucked him off. On the other two occasions I was perfectly fine letting him pull his dick out of my mouth when he was done. But the real issue here is him making jokes like that in front of my husband’s other colleagues. Hubby said that Raef passed it off afterward like he was kidding, but he’s pretty certain that everyone in the office probably assumes we have a Jerry Falwell Jr.-type thing going on at this point.
Raef also mentioned at lunch (with a wink to everyone) how excited he is to play truth or dare with me at this year’s Christmas party.
Bottom line - I’m definitely giving this asshole a piece of my mind when I get to his apartment in just a bit. And incidentally, I’ve already made it clear to him that I will not be spending the night.
What is it about bad boys? You know; the ones with the muscles, huge egos to match their big cocks.
It’s funny how when we’re y0ung, we somehow believe these studs can be tamed. That we, by being good women, somehow possess the power to turn them into fully domesticated husbands. The kind who will dutifully bring home the bacon and then follow it up by going out and playing some catch in the yard with junior after a wholesome family dinner.
But that’s simply not reality for 99.9% of women. No. The reality is that this type of man generally brings women only two things in life. Earth shattering climaxes and miserable marriages. It’s obviously no secret that tend to make horrible husbands. And ironically, it might not even be as much their fault as it is ours. With legions of gorgeous libidinous women literally throwing their wet vaginas at these studs, why would it ever even cross their minds to settle down into a long-term relationship. At their absolute best, they’re likely prone to a lifetime of serial monogamy.
But as women get a little older, we also tend to get a little wiser. At least I did. I realized that, while I may not be able to have the best of both worlds with one man, I can definitely still have the best of both worlds. I just has to be prepared to compartmentalize a bit.
And that is why hotwifing is such a perfectly natural arrangement; “Natural” being the operative word. Reproductive science definitely supports the lifestyle. Longtime followers know that I’ve written on numerous occasions how, evolutionarily speaking, women tend to pursue what’s known as a dual mating strategy. For three weeks out of each month, snuggling with hubby with a glass of wine and something binge worthy on Netflix is the epitome of pure bliss. But then, POW, we hit that one week of peak fertil!ty, which equates to something of a seismic shift in our female reproductive hormones. There’s nothing cognitive about it whatsoever. It’s nothing more than a primal mating urge. And for those handful of days in every cycle we’re chemically driven into the beds of men we’d never consider as long term boyfriends, much lifetime partners. Our little wet panties often crumpled on their floor next to their Xbox controller or one or more empty pizza boxes.
And that is exactly how things are with Raef. I spend 3 weeks each month disgusted by him (if I bother to even think about him at all), and then 1 week agonizing over how I can arrange to be bent over in front of him, tantalizing his bull cock with my soft round ass. To someone unaware of the science behind it, it all sounds crazy as fuck. But I’m here to tell you, it’s actually about as normal as it gets. Take it from me.
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I got a text from Raef yesterday with only about 5 minutes left until my sweet potato casserole needed to come out of the oven. I scurried downstairs and found my panties exactly where I’d left them for my alpha bull. The scent from his huge load hit me like a wrecking ball, causing an instantaneous lightning strike from my brain to my cunt. My hands were literally shaking as I reached for them.
The way Raef had positioned them, I could see just how flooded the crotch was with his potent seed. I literally felt a primal need to have them on. To press him into me.
Quickly sliding them on, I pulled the waistband well past my naval line, trying to achieve the maximum amount of surface area contact as I could manage. I’ve never felt such a primal rush from a situation where my bull wasn’t even present with me. I vaguely remember double checking to make sure the door was locked and then positioned myself on the toil.et with my legs spread as wide apart as I could get them. I knew in my mind that I only had a few minutes before I would be missed, and that I should be focused on my clit more than anything else at that particular moment. But I couldn’t help myself from pushing my bull’s sperm into my ferti!e married pussy. I cupped my entire crotch with my left hand and pressed the soaked fabric into my unprotected cunt as firmly as I possibly could and then drove Raef’s semen between my swollen labia with my middle finger.
The sensation was pure erotic bliss, and my body was immediately rocked by one of the most intense masturbation orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
I made it back to the kitchen with 39 seconds to spare. No one even noticed my absence. But Raef gave me the sexiest little knowing smile ever when we all sat down at the table.
Game on!
I just hid the cute little (and might I add, very wet!) pair of blue thong panties that I’ve been wearing since I showered this morning in the linen closet of the downstairs bathroom. I texted Raef their whereabouts along with this little vid of my fertile pussy about five minutes ago.
Dinner’s at 4:30 sharp, which doesn’t give him a ton of time to fill the crotch with his alpha seed. Fuck I hope he breathes in my scent while he takes care of his business. I want it to be the reason he cums extra hard for me.
Not sure if it’s just the fact that I’m 0vulating that had me craving the feel of his cum in the folds of my pussy or what, but I’m literally dripping down my leg right now.
Seriously cannot wait to exchange little knowing smiles with him at dinner with his sticky mess between my legs.
If you follow my Instagram page, you know that we’re having no extended family over for thanksgiving this year, but that I have invited Raef and Sanja to join us since they don’t have any other plans and neither of them has any family close by. I’m a rebel, what can I say.
Here’s a text that I sent to Raef today after Sanja accepted my invite.
Hey! looks like you guys are coming over on Thursday. So..... let’s figure out how to get your cum into my cute little panties. I want to be thankful for it the entire time I’m sitting next to hubby at dinner.
Oh, and don’t say anything to him about it. I want this one to be a surprise for him after you guys leave😉
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So I ended up getting a little tipsy at the salon yesterday afternoon and telling my hairdresser that I bought a new toy to play with in bed with my husband.
I let it slip that I think he might be a little intimidated by it, but that he’s just going to have to deal. We both laughed. It’s an expensive and extremely lifelike replica of the penis of the black pornstar Jason Luv. Penis really isn’t the best word for it. BBC is definitely more accurately descriptive, but even that doesn’t really do the thing justice. Whereas my current big dildo (the man of the house, as I jokingly refer to it with hubby) is something of a grotesque caricature of a big cock, Jason’s is every bit as appealing visually as it is when it’s fully embedded balls deep in my married pussy. And it feels soooooo real in my hands too. Even when I’m just holding it, my mouth is somehow drawn to it. And I have to admit, I’ve never really fantasized about the man of the house cumming inside of me. But with Jason ... well, I came so fucking hard thinking about milking every last drop from him.
I honestly had no idea who he even was before I bought the magnificent replica of his manhood, but I’m definitely up to speed now. I’m actually thinking about reaching out to him on Instagram just to thank him on behalf of all the wives around the globe who can afford the hefty price it costs to bring him into bed (or the shower, or the living room sofa, or the kitchen table 🤣). I might also let him know that he’s free to hit me up if he’s ever in Chicago.
In any event, midway through my second glass of wine at the salon yesterday, I admitted my curiosity about black cock to my hairdresser. “Real BBC,” as I put it. She’s confessed to me in the past that she routinely has brief affairs with black men. Like me, she loves her husband but sometimes just needs a bigger, more aggressive lover between her legs. Unlike me, she takes her lovers behind her hubby’s back. No judgment from me, but it’s definitely not as much fun that way.
“Oh my god!,” she exclaimed in response. “Are you on Instagram?”
I laughed out loud at her question, but then replied “Indeed I am.” She gave me the names of three guys that I definitely need to request. And she said that she’d put in a good word for me😁
As hot as the little incident on Friday was, it wasn’t without consequence. The cold shoulder treatment from my husband lasted until yesterday afternoon. Until, that is, I took the high road and sneaked into the shower with him after he’d finished doing some work in the yard. As I stepped between him and warm cascading water, he stared at me with a stern look that said “what the fuck are you doing here?”
I didn’t say a word. I just soaped my hands up thoroughly and started gently sudsing up his balls and penis. When I felt that my efforts were starting to have the desired effect, I broke the silence.
“So..... about yesterday,” I cooed as I felt his penis twitch at just the mention of it. “In retrospect, I can see why you might be a little upset with me, but Sanja is really the one you should be upset with. She’s the one who put the whole thing into my impressionable little mind. And you obviously know how I get when a gorgeous y0ung bull needs his big cock sucked.” My quasi-apology was clearly pushing hubby’s buttons.
“You married a woman who loves making sexy y0ung guys cum. It’s in my DNA. And maybe I shouldn’t be blowing Raef at your office. I totally acknowledge that. And I get that it’s embarrassing for you. That everyone probably knows I was on my knees sucking your asshole boss off.”
I kept stroking his now thoroughly firm erection.
“But look at how it affects you, baby.” We both looked down at his hard on. “You probably love that I love sucking big dick more than I actually love sucking it,” I laughed, knowing full well there was no truth to that assertion whatsoever. But he moaned out loud as I said it.
“So I’m going to keep sucking his dick for him, baby.” The tone in my voice took on a stern quality at this point. “And, if I’m being honest, probably way more than that. If people know, they know. Now, for the absolute last fucking time, who the fuck cares what other people think?”
And then I brought my apology speech to a risky close.
“I want the world to know that I’m a cock sucking slut, baby. And that you’re my sweet, indulging husband. So I think you need to get with the fucking program.”
And right on cue, my husband came all over my stomach. I didn’t even rinse off. I just kissed him sweetly on his cheek, as if to say “now that’s a good boy.” And then I left.
