Do you mind me being all up in your face? 😏
Do you mind me being all up in your face? 😏
2023-04-04 20:40:31 +0000 UTC View Post
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I love to move my body. Will you dance with me? I want you..
I love to move my body. Will you dance with me? I want you nice and close to me. 😏 Your tips are always appreciated 🙏
2023-04-03 10:04:04 +0000 UTC View PostThere isn't a tightrope walker alive who can successfully ma..
There isn't a tightrope walker alive who can successfully manage a balancing act better than a happily married woman planning a pregn@ncy with her significantly y0unger bull. It's a lot to manage, and sometimes we can unintentionally lose sight of our husband's feelings in the process of making sure that the timings going to be perfect for concepti0n and that all the flights and hotels are booked, etc. It can all be very overwhelming. To his credit, Scott has been such a sweetheart about the whole thing. I mean, heck, any man willing to indulge his wife's mating instincts to such an extreme degree is a keeper, right? In fact, he's been soooooo supportive that I'm thinking I might reward him by letting him be a possibly integral part of the beautiful process. But first, let me explain. The science is now pretty clear at this point - a female's orgasm during intercourse significantly enhances her odds of concepti0n. The thinking behind the theory is that the internal convulsions from climax draw the male's seed deeper into the womb, thereby dramatically increasing her odds of successful fertiIization. But like so many things, timing is everything. And to significantly increase the odds, the female's orgasm must occur in close proximity to her lover's. My particular "problem," so to speak, is that nothing on the planet comes close to giving me the kind of powerful orgasms that my husband's mouth is capable of giving me. It's a simple fact. So.... little does my sweet hubby know it yet, but his mouth is going to give me possibly the most beautifully consequential orgasm of my entire life. Ive even already asked our bull to film it for us. And I truly believe that if this sexy little plan actually works, he or she will be all three of ours❤️ So tonight, I'm taking Scott to his favorite restaurant, and the instant that his second Manhattan lands on the table, im letting him know that his duties this time are going to extend well beyond simply holding a camera.
2023-04-01 19:05:49 +0000 UTC View PostFreeze frame Friday 😉 Tips appreciated. 🥰 🙏
Freeze frame Friday 😉 Tips appreciated. 🥰 🙏
2023-03-31 12:39:48 +0000 UTC View PostHere’s a “little” tushy for your Tuesday
Here’s a “little” tushy for your Tuesday
2023-03-28 17:12:12 +0000 UTC View PostSundays are better when your tits are out. Like if you agre..
Sundays are better when your tits are out. Like if you agree 🖤
2023-03-26 19:28:14 +0000 UTC View Post$7 tip on this post if you are interested in seeing the ent..
$7 tip on this post if you are interested in seeing the entire video 😏 (9min) There's a scene in Pulp Fiction that I relate to on an almost molecular level. It's when Butch arrives back at the motel following his fight to find Fabienne waiting patiently for him on the bed. Once Butch is finally satisfied that he hasn't been followed, he climbs onto the bed with her while she playfully explains to him her desire to have a "pot-belly." She tells him how unbelievably sexy a pot-belly is on a woman, and how - if she was lucky enough to have one - she'd be sure to wear her shirts two sizes too small just to show it off. Obviously, Fabienne was coyly asking Butch to be the one to give her what her female instincts seemingly are screaming for. It's a cute and tender scene between two lovers who are clearly meant to be with one another. In the past, I've had similar conversations with Scott. And initially, they centered around us planning our future and our beautiful family together. But these days, the closer I get to to the end of my biological clock, the more and more that I desperately want to have one last pot-belly of my own. I just don't want Scott to be the one who puts it there, is all. Not surprisingly, I want it to be my alpha bull. Here's a little vid of him valiantly handling his part of the equation one of the last times we were together. At one point, you'll see me gently cradle and massage my stud's gorgeous set of balls while he bends me over and takes what he needs from behind. It was my nonverbal way of letting him know how thankful I was to be the one milking them for him. There was actually a fairly good chance my wish could've come true that afternoon, and I was so happy that Scott was there to capture all the beautiful moments. The only thing that could have possibly made it better is if my alpha had actually given me the pot-belly I so desperately desire. But who knows. Maybe next time. And if it happens, I simply cannot wait to show it off. In a tiny little t-shirt that says "Not my hubby's"😈
2023-03-25 17:38:48 +0000 UTC View PostGreat way to start off the weekend. 😈
Great way to start off the weekend. 😈
2023-03-25 00:07:10 +0000 UTC View PostI fantasize about meeting a hot y0ung stud on the dance floo..
I fantasize about meeting a hot y0ung stud on the dance floor of a packed, dimly lit club while my husband sits back with a drink and watches. Our sweaty bodies move and grind to the loud thumping music. I can feel his desire pressing against me. And he slips a hand under my barely-there skirt to feel mine. When he discovers my lack of panties, and can clearly tell that I'm soaked to my ankles for him, he knows it's time to move in for the kill. I'm led to a bathroom in the back of the club, and somehow, miraculously, it's empty. I'm taken into one of the stalls and uncerimoniously bent over the filthy toilet. My tiny skirt is hoisted over my hips as I hear him fumbling with his buckle. And then I feel my wet married pussy instantly swallow the entire length of his massive cock. He's soooooo much longer and thicker than my husband, and the sensation makes my eyes roll back in my head. I'm certain that someone walks in just in time to hear me cumming on this gorgeous stud's cock. Meanwhile, I can tell that my new y0ung friend is getting close to accomplishing his mission, which is filling my my tight, married cunt with his load. He accomplishes it less than one minute later. I walk out of the men's room alone. It seems like every eye in the club is on me as I locate my husband. And when I do, I whisper in his ear that I've been a naughty girl. And that I have a very, very dirty pussy that isn't going to eat itself.
2023-03-23 21:27:39 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s Tuesday. Tell me something good. 😏
It’s Tuesday. Tell me something good. 😏
2023-03-21 13:01:29 +0000 UTC View PostSometimes, I’m even a good little slut for my husband 😈
Sometimes, I’m even a good little slut for my husband 😈
2023-03-19 19:03:35 +0000 UTC View PostNo real sun in Chitown today. I get my vitamin D I’m other ..
No real sun in Chitown today. I get my vitamin D I’m other ways. 😉
2023-03-18 18:21:03 +0000 UTC View PostExcuse my absence. I’ve been taking care of some personal ..
Excuse my absence. I’ve been taking care of some personal stuff. 😘
2023-03-18 03:33:05 +0000 UTC View PostAre you back to work today? I am. 😭 😂
Are you back to work today? I am. 😭 😂
2023-01-03 11:02:41 +0000 UTC View PostIt’s January 2, what shall we do in this new year?
It’s January 2, what shall we do in this new year?
2023-01-02 18:56:12 +0000 UTC View PostNothing spices up the holidays like a properly prepared egg ..
Nothing spices up the holidays like a properly prepared egg nog. Granted, it's not everyone's cup of tea. And with all the sugar, it's obviously not for the peeps out there on the keto diet. But for this little wife, the spiced rum that Scott uses never fails to fill my soul with the spirit of the season. Ironically, however, that same spiced rum also never fails to remind me just exacly how empty my tight little Christmas stocking is. So upon the completion of my third cup (okay- mug -if I'm being completely honest) of the afternoon, I promptly retired to the nearest water closet to remove the cute little panties that I wore to sunrise church service only just a few hours prior. After carefully inspecting the crotch for presentability - as I'm certain all females do before embarking on similar white elephant safaris - I determined that my internal ratings for scent, dampness, and fabric viscosity were all at near record levels. Or as I playfully like to describe this serendipitous little sensory trifecta, "cub catching nirvana." So with great haste, I balled the tiny panties tightly in my palm and made my way to the kitchen to secure something to preserve their full pheromonal potency. This little hunting trip was going to require everything in my feminine arsenal, and the little sandwich bag now cleverly concealed inside my blouse between each of my large and nervously sweaty breasts, was going to deliver the tranquiIizing sedat!ve needed to tag an elusive trophy bull. Fortunately for me, however, I know firsthand the effect that the scent of my fertiIe cunt has on this particular prey - the highly coveted neighborboyus hornious. And sedati0n isn’t exactly the most appropriate metaphor in this particular instance. Because if my calculations are even remotely correct, I will be rendezvousing tomorrow morning in my gym parking lot with a certain well hung lacrosse-playing neighbor who's currently home on winter break. All I needed was a foolproof delivery plan. But what believable excuse could there be for a wife and mother to leave the house on such a truly frigid Christmas afternoon, I frustratedly mused to myself. Until it finally dawned on me - A simple plate of Christmas cookies, as a gesture of neighborly friendship, would most definitely do the trick. (Sorry sweetie! I'll make more this week. I promise) And with that momentous decision out of the way, I promptly texted my y0ung friend to alert him to the extra special delivery he should be expecting within the next 15 minutes.
2022-12-26 00:38:04 +0000 UTC View PostMerry Christmas! I hope you get what you asked Santa for! ..
Merry Christmas! I hope you get what you asked Santa for! 🎁❤️
2022-12-25 12:56:06 +0000 UTC View PostThat’s right. I’m the naughty one. Merry Christmas Eve! ..
That’s right. I’m the naughty one. Merry Christmas Eve! I hope you get all that is cumming to youuuu!
2022-12-24 17:26:43 +0000 UTC View PostGood morning Would you fill this little stocking with care..
Good morning Would you fill this little stocking with care?
2022-12-20 12:20:47 +0000 UTC View PostNot only do I love my new panties, I think my hubby does too..
Not only do I love my new panties, I think my hubby does too. Especially how I look in them I after a few days of not shaving. 🪒 Do you like to feel a scruffy pussy on your lips? 👄
2022-12-18 23:23:34 +0000 UTC View PostFor those of you who don't already know, the third week of e..
For those of you who don't already know, the third week of each month is normally right around the time I ovulate. And brother, let me tell you, does it ever change nearly every single thing about me. For starters, I look and feel amazing. I somehow even smell better according to Scott. And my confidence level generally goes through the roof. Historically, however, my fertile time of the month was always a bit of a risk to my marriage. Because, if I'm being completely honest about it, I sort of turn into a raging slut for 5 or 6 solid days. It's all very Jekyll and Hyde, in fact. The truth is, I could literally spend the entire week on my back giving my pussy to sexy, hung men. Tall, dark, with muscles and a nice thick package pretty much means we don't even need to speak the same language. Hell, I love being told how tight I am in most of them anyway 😆 In any event, before Scott and I finally arrived at our beautifully negotiated "understanding" about all of this craziness, it was a bit of a drag on our relationship. Fortunately, that ugly part of our history is all in the past. But one thing that isn't in the past is my December fertility. It's set to begin in just a day or so 🥵
2022-12-14 15:58:46 +0000 UTC View PostI don’t know about you, but if you’ve ever gone to a tanning..
I don’t know about you, but if you’ve ever gone to a tanning bed, (or stand up) it’s quite boring. I choose to make my own fun and share it with all of you 😜.
2022-12-13 23:02:07 +0000 UTC View PostI have some new panties. Who wants a fashion show? 😉
I have some new panties. Who wants a fashion show? 😉
2022-12-13 04:18:30 +0000 UTC View PostI had a great weekend. What about you?
I had a great weekend. What about you?
2022-12-12 11:30:28 +0000 UTC View PostCOFFEE WITH RACHEL – PART 6 Flash forward three months ..
COFFEE WITH RACHEL – PART 6 Flash forward three months “Scott, I need you to tell your wife that things between the two of you are going to be just fine. Better than fine, in fact. Tell her that you’ll always love her, and that she never has to fear the loss of you as a result of anything that happens in this bed.” Almost hypnotically, Scott repeated each and every word verbatim, with the exact intonation used by the Lord. I didn’t just hear the words. I felt them. And most importantly, I believed them. At that moment, I was filled with a sense of almost absolute disbelief on any number of various counts. First, I never in a million years imagined that my husband would be capable of even saying such things to me. But more than that, I couldn’t believe how primally natural it felt having Scott, my husband of 18 years, holding my legs apart for another man. But not just any man, obviously. It was the Lord. I was literally laying fully nude on my back with my legs splayed obscenely open for this giant, fully aroused bull. I momentarily blushed at the sight of my feminine lubrication literally percolating like lava from the tight opening of my vagina. I could feel the slow-flowing rivulets slowly glistened there way over my rectum toward the be sheets that lie just beneath. I was a bitch in heat for my lover. Oddly, there seemed to be not one ounce of awkwardness or discomfort in the moment. It was all so tender and beautiful at that point, and I wanted Scott to be there to experience it with me. I needed it. And for his part, the awe of being in the presence of the Lord’s mighty 6’10” frame with matching cock had my significantly more diminutive husband at complete heel. In fact, he not only seemed somehow content to be there, but almost as though he was an essential part of the entire experience. But it was the complete absurdity of literally being bred by the pinnacle of alphas that had me most in shock. My tight vagina was moments away from stimulating the Lord’s beautiful cock to orgasm. It’s tight grip would light the Lord’s brain as bright as a star, ultimately culminating in the release of a torrent of deep within my welcoming womb. Like Rachel, I too had been chosen to carry his offspring - and my sweet husband – my soulmate of almost 20 years – was there to witness it in all of its natural glory. It was then that the Lord lowered the tip of his perfect erection toward my glistening slit, gently gliding its sensitive underside across the slickened folds of my labia. I couldn’t help but delight in the soft moan that escaped my bull’s lips as he experienced his very first contact with my soft, feminine parts. But nothing could prepare me for the sensation that was to come. The Lord angled the tip of his magnificently bare penis toward my opening and slowly leaned forward until my soft, accommodating hole slowly enveloped.. and then completely swallowed… the head. I could literally feel my cunt gripping his coronal ridge. With his powerful arms positioned on either side of my shoulders, the Lord looked me in the eye. He said nothing, but the intensity smoldering beneath the surface of his gaze was enough to signal his selfishly masculine intentions. A split second later, I felt his hips begin to push forward even more – slowly driving the first inch of his shaft into my inviting pussy. I gasped at the sensation. The width was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Even as wet and swollen as I was for the Lord, it was wholly insufficient to prepare me for the feeling. Amazingly, I could tell that my slight discomfort from the tightness of my vagina was having a completely opposite effect on the Lord. His eyes quickly rolled toward the back of his head as he eased an additional inch into my stretched, aching cunt. The tightness that was causing my face to pinch as I squeezed my husband’s hand in a death grip was being experienced by the Lord as the kind of loving embrace that would soon take him over the edge into climactic bliss. Until finally, the Lord found himself with every inch of his manhood buried completely inside of me. It was at that point that he began to fuck. But the pace was measured. The Lord was fucking me slow. Graciously allowing me to feel every inch of his glorious penis. Every vein and ridge. There was no surface within the interior of my vagina that could escape making contact with the Lord’s alpha-class dick. And in addition, with each slow stroke the Lord’s cock was pulling my clit downward and into the interior of my vagina – ensuring that it too was under direct and constant stimulation. And between each of those two competing sensations, I began to slowly lose my rational mind. Within one or two minutes from the moment of initial penetration, every slow stroke from the Lord was resulting in one massive orgasm after another. The Lord maintained his methodical pace through each orgasm, which somehow seemed to extend the duration well beyond anything I’d experienced in my life up to that point. After my 6th or 7th massive orgasm, the Lord grabbed me by my jaw with one his massive hands and directed my gaze toward that of my husband – who, in all honesty, I’d forgotten was even in the same room. “Tell him,” the Lord commanded firmly. “Tell him he can never give you this.” And without missing even a single heartbeat in the interim, I did. Quite candidly in fact. “Scott… I’m so sorry,” I said almost pleadingly as the love of my life stared transfixed into my eyes. “But you can’t give me this. I don’t think there’s any other man who can…. Oh my god!”… I trailed away in conclusion as the massively thick shaft embedded itself into me yet again. Ironically, as gentle concussive waves rippled through each of my fat breasts in unison with every thrust of my lover’s engorged penis, I’d somehow never felt closer to my husband. In truth, we were rapidly approaching my insemination beneath our powerful Lord - Along with the final and utterly life-changing orgasm that would come with it. But little did I know that soon afterward I would also be developing a primal bond with Scott that would almost rival the one that was currently being cemented with the massive bull taking his pleasure between my legs.
2022-12-10 18:22:30 +0000 UTC View PostHappy Saturday! Just in case you missed my story. 😉
Happy Saturday! Just in case you missed my story. 😉
2022-12-10 13:33:35 +0000 UTC View Post