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How our Cuckolding/Hotwife Lifestyle Started

When I first met my wife we went out for dinner and I thought there is no way she would be interested in me. She was stunning and she had a presence that filled any room. After dinner she suggested we go for a walk which we did, we started holding hands, then one thing led to another and we ended up staying in a hotel together. I thought a one off by no she did agree to go on another date. On our next date we were having dinner and she got a phone call. She showed me her phone and there was the image of a much younger, really good looking man. She told told this man she was having dinner with friends and, asked how his night was, she missed him and she would see him on the weekend. After the conversation she turned to me and said that was her boyfriend. She told me that night as we went into the hotel room "don't you ever fall in love with me" these words were like a spear through my heart.  As time went on we saw each other more and more and or course I did fall in love her, very quickly in fact. She has such a magnetic personality that anyone that is lucky enough to be with her ends up in love with her. Regularly in the evening she would get calls or messages from her boss. My wife would quickly answer and then get back to me. During our lovemaking sessions she would regularly complain about a sore back. She started telling me "we don't [sexually] fit each other". This was really hurtful at first back as she continued to repeated this regularly the pain dulled and I started to accept it. It turns out that she was she was seeing her boyfriend, her boss and myself. I was last on the scene of course. I would see my wife during the week, she would then travel to see her boyfriend on the weekend and she would fit in her boss somewhere in between. She would message me when she was with her boyfriend or her boss. She would still be on the phone with me when she met her boyfriend so I would have to hear his voice. and she would tell me in detail how their lovemaking was after we were together again. She would tell me how big he was and how he felt much better than I did. She even showed me a video from her phone where they were starting a lovemaking session and she was about to suck is cock. Unfortunately she snatched her phone away just before his cock came out. This was incredibly powerful and I really started to enjoy the emotions of being Cuckolded. Eventually her boyfriend caught onto the fact she was seeing me and thing came to a head where she needed to make a decision. She chose me which I am forever thankful for. However that did not stop her seeing her boss. She would never admit to me she was sleeping with him, but I knew, especially when she would stay at his house, with her her niece. she would claim innocence and say "what can I do with my niece here?" But I knew and happy for her to have that time. She continued this right up to the time of our marriage.  Her boss came to our wedding and he seemed so sad (he fell in lover with her too), he left very early and we only saw him a couple of other times after that. My wife has since told me all about her boss and described in detail that it started off as casual fun but he was so good in bed and made her cum so hard that she had to keep on seeing him. In fact that sore back she was complaining about was after lovemaking sessions with her boss. He was so good she didn't care about hurting her back she just needed him and want to cum. We have since moved to another city from where we first meet, but my wife is back in that same city now. She has met up with her old boss last week. They had dinner and coffee only. They parted promising to see each other again this week so start turned....I'm hoping for more juicy details to share.

Bruce

Bruce

Wife Destroyed while Husband watches

This is my first ever attempt at a story. Ideally this will be the first of three parts, telling this event from John, Catherine and Dario's perspectives, but we'll see. Comments and constructive criticism weelcome! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ John checked his phone. Again. For at least the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes. Nothing. He went into whattsapp, but Catherine hadn’t been online since their last exchange, just before she went into her promotion meeting. That was four hours ago, and still no word on how it went. John had booked a restaurant, Catherine’s favourite, as a surprise to celebrate. Now he was just annoyed at the lack of news from his wife, and he packed up his desk to head home. Catherine had been a marketing associate at her firm for 5 years, and she felt she was long overdue a promotion when an opportunity had arisen. She’d certainly earned it. She’d worked bloody hard, and put in more hours than anyone else in her department. Of all the candidates, she was comfortably the most experienced at 40, a good 8 years older than the youngest candidate. They both knew she deserved to move up the ladder, but John had been engulfed by a sense of trepidation. There had been a few stories over the years, of Dario extracting a price for progression, but he wasn’t sure he believed them. Competitive offices are full of those kinds of whispers, usually borne from jealousy. And anyway, Catherine was different. Catherine was a proud, confident woman. Strong, determined, and was the last person to get dragged into Dario’s nonsense. Dario ran the firm, alongside his wife, Jane. He was about 6’3”, a good looking guy, built like a rugby 2nd row forward, but he was gratingly flash, with the usual car and trappings of a guy in his mid-forties trying to pretend he was in his twenties. John had had always dismissed him as a bit of a walking caricature. Jane was more reserved, both in appearance and manner, but had always struck John as intense and controlled. According to Catherine, both were prone to angry outbursts in the office, often leaving junior associates in tears with their demands and tirades. In that sense they were well matched for each other, but a horrific combination for everyone else. John had met them a few of times over the years, always at work socials. Regardless of the setting, Dario had invariably spent most of their conversations leering at some of the more attractive junior associates. John had always been relieved that he never seemed to pay that kind of attention to Catherine. Jane, slim and sporty, always looked like her outfits were forensically designed to impress. Neither Dario nor Jane exuded any great warmth either publicly with each other or to their employees. Ultimately, John was glad they had only ever had to see them occasionally. Catherine’s preparation for her meeting had been intense, and formally or otherwise, had gone on for weeks. They had rehearsed questions about her work, so that she was ready for any resistance. She had a folder full of documented evidence of achievements just in case. Everything was ready. He even helped her into her business dress, bought specially for the occasion.  Catherine was a classic big beautiful woman and she wore her curves with confidence. Her shoulder-length red hair lightly curled, she stood in her outfit balancing seriously professional with a hint of sexy at the same time. There was a certainty about her that John had always found attractive. She was utterly convinced of her worth, but never arrogant or pushy about it. “This is going to be a big day, I can feel it” She smiled, winked, and then bounced off to the car that morning. Now night, John pulled into his driveway, and he immediately felt sick. Dario’s Mercedes was parked on the drive, next to Catharine’s car. Why was he here, at our house? Was this a celebration? It didn’t feel right. Catherine couldn’t stand Dario, so why would she invite him here? The door was unlocked, and while the downstairs lights were on, everything looked normal. There was a leather jacket on the table, presumably Dario’s, though John didn’t recognise it. No glasses, no drinks, no sign of a celebration. John was about to call out, but he heard muffled noise from upstairs. He slowly moved up to the first floor, where John and Catherine’s bedroom lay at the end of a hallway. John was already dreading what awaited him, as deep down he knew that there was only a couple of possibilities, none of them good. The muffled noise that drew him upstairs was a now clearer, and did nothing to assuage his fears. There was a slowly rhythmic slapping sound, that John knew was flesh on flesh, complemented by regular grunts and muffled moans. It was pretty clear what was happening, even if John couldn’t fully comprehend or accept it. But why here? Why our house? Why our bed? John’s head was a mess, filled with dozens of competing thoughts flying around at once. He crept along the corridor, the carpet masking his steps. The sounds got clearer as he approached the bedroom door.  He peered through the opening and felt the blood drain from his face: The floor was littered with clothes. John spotted Catherine’s work dress, and saw that the stitching round the zip was completely torn - it must have been ripped off her back. Then there was the heat; the bedroom was roasting, and thick with the stench of sweat and sex - which had clearly been going on for sometime. On the bed, Dario, with his toned and muscular back to him, was fucking his wife, doggy-style. She was at a slight angle, but It was definitely Catherine, as John spotted her tattoo on her foot. Her large breasts juddered with every thrust, and her soft belly wobbled back and forth from the exertion. It was the noises that disturbed John the most. The slap of flesh on flesh was one thing, but the wet, squelching sounds of Dario’s cock pumping into Catherine’s fanny, combined with the guttural sounds from his wife, were utterly chilling. Despite John’s best efforts, just as he peered around the doorframe, the floor creaked under foot. Dario cocked his head, but didn’t look round. “You’re late John, I thought you’d have been home by now, today of all days. Cat and I have been here for hours” he said, calmly. Dario finally turned his head, a smug expression plastered across his face. Without breaking eye contact he smacked his hand across Catherine’s plump arse cheek, extracting a groan from John’s wife. Maintaining his rhythm, Dario slowly ran his fingers into Catherine’s hair, firmly gripped a handful, and raised her head up and round, so she was staring straight at her husband. John realised it wasn’t the pillow muffling Catherine - Dario had stuffed her knickers in her mouth as a gag, just one of a hundred humiliations unfolding. Catherine tried to say something, but her full mouth muffled it beyond comprehension. She only succeeded in drooling down her chin. With that he angled his hips, and his cock sprung out of Catherine’s fanny with a loud, slurping plop, like a lollipop from a mouth. This was followed by a short, spluttered queef. Catherine let out a quiet moan in shame. John had never really worried about the size of his cock. He was pretty average, both in length and girth, and had never really worried about it. Catherine had always said he was plenty, and as a result he found the insecurities around it a bit absurd, based around insane porn-standards rather than real life. But the sight of Dario’s rock hard and glistening dick in front of him, made John feel very, very small. Dario must have been a good nine inches long (three longer than John), but he was incredibly thick, more than twice John’s girth, with a veiny foreskin pulled back to display an engorged head. HE had two, plum-sized balls in a low-hanging sack. John could practically feel his cock shrinking. Now that she was finally apart from Dario, John was agog at his wife’s condition. Catherine was a complete state. Her hair was dishevelled and matted with what he could only guess was perspiration and saliva. Her make-up, so carefully and subtly applied that morning, was spread over her face - her mascara run down her cheeks, and her dark red lipstick smeared halfway to her ears. Her eyes were puffy, from tears, exhaustion or both. Further down, her large (42G) breasts were flushed and slick with sweat, her nipples pointy and sore. They were littered with red marks where Dario had clearly pinched or roughly manhandled her. The same marks were on her arse and ample thighs. Her fanny was engorged, with the lips of her labia red and distended. A slick layer of sweat and juice covered everything, including her neat, dark-red bushr, which was now a sordid mess. She looked at him, but her eyes were sad and glazed over. “You should be happy John, Catherine got her promotion, and as you can see, the price wasn’t too high for her”. Dario chuckled. “Did you really think that little folder was going to seal the deal? How quaint” he sneered, as got off the bed and approached John. Catherine remained on all fours, panting heavily. Dario firmly placed his hand on the back of John’s neck, forcing his gaze directly at his defiled wife. He whispered in his ear: “I was looking forward to breaking her – always so defiant, always so professional, now look at her. Look at what I’ve made her. She’ll never be the same again. Not once I’ve finished with her. And neither will you” “Take of your clothes cuck. Kneel on the floor with your hands behind your back and watch us celebrate” John was no match for Dario, so he complied. He sstripped off and felt achingly self-conscious. While both he and Catherine were overweight, she wore it with much more confidence than he did. To be exposed like this, with his gut hanging out, particularly in front of Dario, was an act of total submission for him. John knelt as ordered. A look of satisfaction spread across Dario’s face - he clearly had both of them exactly where he wanted them: vulnerable and humiliated. Back on the bed, Dario removed the knickers from Catherine's mouth and flung them at John. She immediately started to try and talk, but she only got a few words off, “John, I can explai..murlph” before Dario, firmly grasping her red hair, twisted her head around and plunged her mouth around the bulbous head of his thick cock. Catherine fought it at first, still trying to get the words out, but it was hopeless. After a few seconds or so she relented, and did as Dario instructed. After a short period of Dario nodding Catherine’s head up and down, he got more aggressive. He took to bunches of hair each side of her temple and gripped them, using them to slide her head back and forth on his cock. He began thrusting at the same time, deepthroating Catherine with his thick meat. Drool dangled from her mouth in ropes as she guzzled frantically. As he facefucked Catherine he looked over at her defeated husband: “This is how it works, Johnny. You think Catherine is the first? Hardly.  Jenny, Becca, Annie, they’ve all done what’s necessary. No one ever says no ” John visibly shivered at the mention of Annie’s name. Annie and Tom were good friends of theirs, and they saw a lot of them socially. They were the cutest couple you could imagine, and had been sweethearts since University. The thought of them going through this left John feeling lost. Dario noticed John’s discomfort: “Oh yes, even sweet little Annie. She took a lot of persuading, almost as much as Cat, but eventually she gave me what I wanted. She’s my office fucktoy now. You look just like Tom did when I broke her. Then I turned him too. He was kneeling, just like you are now, and he was sucking his wife’s cum off my cock before we were finished”. John looked away in disgust. Dario’s cock slid out of Catherine’s mouth and she coughed and sputtered from the oral punishment. John snapped back to reality. “Pay attention Johnny, I don’t want you to miss anything,”Dario sneered as he positioned Catherine’s sweaty arse directly in line with John view, her head facing away. With his left hand he spread her cheeks, exposing her holes. He raised his right hand and brought it down on Catherine's stretched cheeks, ”thwack”. Catherine, let out a short, sharp yelp. Again, and again, Dario brought his hand crashing down on Catherine’s wobbling arse, sending a ripple across the rapidly reddening skin. Every three or four smacks, he cocked his head to John, smiling cruelly. Spreading her cheeks again, Dario licked his index finger and started rubbing it against Catherine’s arsehole. He used the oozing juices from her fanny to thoroughly lubricate her,  then he started fingering her. Catherine grunted as the finger slipped in, but she didn’t fight it. A second finger followed, then a third, slowly probing at first, then plunging faster and deeper, loosening her hole for the inevitable. Dario climbed up on his haunches, directly above Catherine’s rear, and lowered his cock down till it’s massive head pressed against her arsehole. John couldn’t believe what was happening. He and Catherine had only ever had anal sex a couple of times, as she had always felt it too degrading. Now here she was, having her tender arse violated in front of him. Dario’s cock pushed against Catherine’s hole, her tight ring flexing inwards, but refusing to buckle. It felt like an almighty struggle, a last act of defiance. Like all the others it crumbled. The vigorous fingering and copious lube finally told, and Catherine’s arse surrendered, enveloping Dario’s cock head with a loud slurping sound. Catherine let out a bellow as her resistance was broken, and Dario started to probe the depths of her arse. In the mirror John could see Catherine’s face as Dario plundered her rear. Her eyes drifted up and locked with John’s in the mirror. She looked at him with desperate but tired eyes. But it only lasted a moment. Dario started plunging his cock fully in and out of her, and Catherine's eyes rolled back into her head, and she was gone again. She started moaning and grunting wildly, like a stuck pig. All the while, the sounds of the “slap, slap, slap” of Dario’s gargantuan balls smacking against Catherine’s wet fanny filled the room. He grabbed her big, sweaty breasts, one in each massive hand, and used them to lift her plump frame up, so their fasces were inches apart..  He started whispering in her ear, eliciting short responses; one word, a few words, sometime just a grunt. John couldn’t hear what Dario was saying, but he made out a few of Catherine’s responses: “of course” “ugggggghhhhhhh” “please….anything…..” Once her response was a flicker of a lusty smile and a groan. “Let your husband hear how devoted you are”. Dario instructed, aware she was barely audible. Catherine turned her head to look Dario dead in the eye, and amongst all the heat and frenzy, calmly, firmly said “I want you to fucking own me.” There was no way back now. John knelt, listening and watching, experiencing an uneasy mixture of pain and pleasure. His own cock was now fully erect, it’s tip glazed in pre-cum. He couldn’t help it, but he felt disgust that he was aroused by his wife’s debasement. Dario looked over his shoulder at the kneeling, helpless husband. “Enjoying the show you cuck?” The words cut John to the bone, for they were true. The frenzied arse fucking lasted another 10 minutes, before the dreaded, inevitable finale. Catherine orgasmed first, a series of grunts and a low, exhausted wail as she slumped forward onto her front on the bed, dragging Dario with her. A minute later, while still thrusting at full speed into a now prone Catherine, Dario started grunting and panting. He was close. “Beg for it” he commanded. Catherine whispered a defeated “please”. “Please what?”. “Please fill me with your cum.” Catherine’s words shot through John as Dario’s legs flexed and his balls tightened and raised slightly. “Nnnngh” he cried as he started to coat the inside of Catherine’s bowels with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pinning her down, her legs wide apart. After a few moments he he raised himself up, and pulled out of Catherine’s pulverised arse. She farted loudly from the release, and then Dario’s cum started to leak out of her hole, not in a trickle, but an endless ooze of  great globs and streaks, a creamy white foam obscuring her still gaping hole. She sobbed gently, her ruined arse leaking onto the marital bed. Dario slipped his clothes back on quickly, smiled at John, and headed for the door. He stopped half-way out, looking like he had forgotten something. “I almost left without giving you this. Consider it a memento from Cat’s big day” Dario went to the dresser, picked something up, and turned, revealing the ‘gift’ to John. It was a large condom, a third full with cum, tied at the top. He chucked it in John’s direction, before striding out the door. It landed in John’s lap with a muted splat, and he picked it up. There were a couple of shapes floating in the reservoir of jizz. A final sickening realisation came over him. In all the insanity, John hadn’t noticed that Catherine wasn’t wearing her engagement or wedding rings. There they were, floating in a pool of Dario’s thick seed, forever tainted. It was a final fuck-you from Dario, despite him having already taken so much. John slumped back, surveying the scene. His wife, so strong and confident a few hours earlier, lay on their bed, shattered and defiled. By then end she had been begging him for more. Her boss’ cum coating her marital rings in a gross exhibition of her debasement. This was just the beginning, and John dreaded what was to come next.  

BlackBriar

BlackBriar

hotwife An intimate interview with Katherine over coffee..

Readers will have read the posts by Katherine and Mark on cuckoldforum.net - Katherine, a 31 year old, beautiful MILF, wife of Mark.  Mark in his 40s, and now delighted to be her cuckold husband.  He is replaced as Katherine’s principal sexual partner by her work colleague, Rob. I had read all Katherine’s posts and I was greatly taken with her – after all, she has a beautiful body and a sassy attitude – and I was intrigued to learn more of her journey to cucking her husband. So I contacted her and we met up for a coffee.  This is what she said in answer to my questions.     Being a Hotwife  So Katherine, hotwife of Mark, does it make you feel whole to be able to have sex with another man outside marriage, with your husband's blessing?   Katherine - "I find it exhilarating, incredible, I feel so alive now!"   I imagine the memory of Rob's cock inside you stays with you?  And gives you a skip in your step?  And makes you love Mark even more?  Do you want to shout loud that you've been fucked?  Katherine - "I LOVE Rob's cock, it’s a gift from the Gods, everything about it. And yes I have a spring in my step and love my husband Mark all the more for it."  Had you ever imagined that your married life would take this turn?  Katherine - "No, never... Not in a million years."  I imagine you feel that you would never want to go back to being compulsorily monogamous? Katherine - "I think I would really struggle with it now.  I think that it may actually become a problem in the long-term, but I can't look ahead to those problems that are over the horizon right now."   First Fuck with Rob Remind me, who was the first to suggest that you have sex with another man, you or Mark?   Katherine - "A very good question.  All of this began with Mark feeding me these little fantasies that he used to have, of me being fucked by another man.  After many talks, eventually during some more drunken sex sessions, I agreed that I'd role-play that Mark wasn't Mark fucking me, but I was 'me'.  Mark was some random man, from the gym, from work, a delivery driver, a guy giving me a massage.  And all of these men were role-played - all of these men, I kissed whilst then protesting that I'm a respectable married woman. All of these men gave me oral sex, and all of these men, with some gentle protesting from me, ended up sinking their bare cocks inside me, with me making the final protest, that they absolutely couldn't cum inside me - as that would destroy my husband. Of course, they all came inside me...."     Did the thought of doing it for real make your knees wobble?   Did you always know you would go ahead regardless? Katherine - "To be honest, the thought of it did make my knees wobble; it scared the life out of me to be really honest. I felt like it was a Seal or a Barrier that really needed Breaking through, as I just couldn't stop thinking about it before I did it for the first time with Rob..."    When you approached Rob, was he surprised that a nice girl like you ….etc, and that you had a free pass from Mark?  What did he say? Katherine - "He was pleasantly surprised, as we had been bantering for months, but this conversation was a HUGE step-change, and made over the Office Christmas Party. To be fair, I think he just thought I was either merry, or just winding him up...."     Right, $1,000 question: you get to the point of having sex with Rob.  You strip off.  Rob’s strips off too and you see his glorious erect cock.  Describe again the feeling you had when you saw Rob's cock hovering over you, about to enter you, and you knew you were about to be fucked.  Any final thought of stopping?    Katherine - "This is such an easy question to answer, as Rob's cock is just so beautiful, it’s just the right size (between 7 and 8 inches), thick, clean looking, with trimmed, dark pubic hair.  I had no regrets, no second thoughts - I just remember feeling incredibly lucky." Then you felt Rob’s cock-head touch your pussy lips. How was that no-going-back-now feeling?   Katherine - "When I saw it, hovering over my entrance as he kissed me, I just wanted it inside me, and once inside me, I just wanted him to cum, no matter how quickly he came inside me - the feeling that he was impregnating me, I guess - that was what I was looking for.  Being impregnated by a better man..."     Breeding risk You go bareback with Rob: have you thought of being bred by him, your tummy growing with his offspring inside you, and Mark having to bring it up as his?  Could you get away with it?    Katherine - "I would actually like that, for two reasons, as Rob's superior genes/DNA would be great for my family line, and secondly, there would be no need to hide this from Mark, he would have to support me - and the two of us would need nothing financially from Rob, so he could feel no added pressure. Does that make sense?"   Have you thought about Rob trading you out to his friends?   Or pimping you to strangers?  Would you agree?  Katherine - "If Rob had that idea, then I would support it, especially as I wouldn't want to be the hotwife that he grew bored off, and then moved on to another more broadminded hotwife. "   Mark I am delighted that you make Mark wear a condom and Rob is bareback.  Does Mark get aroused at being condomed? Katherine - "Funnily enough, he loves it, as it really enables him to no longer feel special, and to feel lucky for any sexual contact that he gets with me, even though he is now always bagged, and on week days, double bagged. I think it has actually made marital sex feel more special for the both of us, as I think that we both took everything that we had sexually for granted..."  Already the condom but will Mark eventually find you deny your body to his cock altogether and wank his sperm off into the toilet, throwing it away useless?    Katherine - "Well last night, despite it being Valentine’s night, this kind of began, as after some kissing in bed, I laid back to give him his Valentines Treat of allowing him to fuck me (wearing a condom), and he couldn't even get it up. I think that he was so fearful of failure, that his cock just simply refused to work..."  Are you going to dom Mark more?  For instance, tie him down while you fuck Rob.  Or, if I was Mark, two things I would love to have from Rob would be to be hand-spanked over his knee in front of you (leaving hand prints on my arse) and to be forcefully fucked by him in front of you. Being submissive to a younger, fitter, more virile man. Phew what a thought!  Katherine, "Well I can't deny that all of those thoughts arouse me, and some will arouse Mark. So I wouldn't rule anything out. He has actually been held naked in a headlock by a bull in January, and wanked off by the bull whilst weakly protesting, as I watched. And I have to say that I found the thought of my husband being manhandled and completely overpowered sexually and physically by another man one of the most erotic experiences that I've ever experienced in my life..." Wow, an erotic adventure indeed! And Mark weakly protesting.  When No means Yes!  Isn’t it time Mark was wearing your lingerie?  And had a full body-shave to be hairless from the neck down?  Katherine - "I would really struggle to see the wonderful man that I married spiral downwards like this to be honest, and I would probably leave him before this happened."   Exposure  Do you have a secret desire to be exposed as a hotwife (your secret is safe with me, ha ha!), walking that walk of shame into the office or the local shop or even the church, with everyone staring at you and wagging their finger at you and talking behind your back 'she's a slut, you know'. Katherine - "Initially I would die of embarrassment, but then if I can change this question a bit to me simply becoming famous on the internet for it (being a British blonde hotwife) to a select group of people who follow this lifestyle, well wow - that really would be incredible and amazing..!"   I think you may achieve that fame.  Your fan-club on cuckoldforum.net is growing with every post, so your dream may soon become true.   So, Katherine, if your Mum found out what you are doing, would she: (a)  disown you? Katherine - "Yes, I imagine so but then she may then finally open up about her own sleazy past..."  (b)  ask if Rob could do her too? Katherine - "That would turn me on - strangely."  (c)   say you’re just a novice compared to her? Katherine - "Maybe, just maybe, this is the actual answer to this question..."     Finally, Katherine, about you:  How old were you when you first masturbated? Katherine - "13..."  Do you regularly masturbate?   Using a vibrator or just your hands?   Lying on the bed in the middle of the day?  Does Mark know you masturbate when he's not there? (He does now!)  Katherine - "I do masturbate regularly yes, when I get the chance. - Whenever there is a moment at home, without anyone there - like on my lunch break on a working-at-home day, I'm straight upstairs at midday always...!   I use toys sometimes, but I enjoy my fingers... Do you orgasm easily?  Multiple? Katherine - "I do orgasm really easily yes, it really doesn't take much, either alone, or with a man..."   Have you ever had/ would you like to have (a)     lesbian sex?  Katherine - "No..."  (b)    nude sex in a public place?  Katherine - "Yes, I have done this, but in my teens."  (c)     a gang bang?  Katherine - "No way..."  (d)    sex with a black guy?  Katherine - "I would love to be brave enough to try..."   Have you identified any other friends who you think might also want to be hotwives?   Are you going to approach them?    Katherine - "Maybe one, but I don't want to 'out' her, but I'm 70% sure, I reckon..."   Katherine, thank you very much for taking the time to answer my questions.  It is really helpful to hear directly from you how you view sex with another man and the impact it has had on you and your husband. Our readers will find your answers fascinating.  They are bound to have their own questions too.   Thanks too to Mark and Rob for making this all possible and for their posts as well.  We look forward to reading your future posts.  Happy cuckolding.            

cuckold1AB

cuckold1AB

interracial Her Name Is Claire - Part 3

Her Name Is Claire – Part 3   Ricky got home from work, and stepped into the house. First thing he saw was his naked wife sitting on the lap of an equally naked black man. Her back was to the man, his cock hard and between his wife’s legs. There was one black hand on his wife’s tits and one hand between her legs, massaging her.   Ricky froze, stunned. He was so focused on what he saw that to him it was a tunnel with his wife and the black man at the end of the tunnel and nothing else visible. He was shaken. He stammered, trying to get out a word, but nothing came out of his moving lips.   Finally he was able to speak. He screamed out, “What the FUCK!?”   He took a step toward his wife, ready to teach her a lesson she would never forget when suddenly he was pulled back. Somebody had grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, then a black arm wrapped around his chest, locking him in place. Then he noticed the others. Black men, all naked. And his wife’s friend, Janet. Janet’s face had a smirk on it. He tried to get over to her and smash her face in, but he was lifted up off the floor.   He tore his eyes from Janet’s face back over to Claire’s. She had a worried look on her face.   “You fucking bitch!” screamed Ricky. “I’m divorcing your fucking slut ass. How long you been fucking these black motherfuckers?”   The black man, whose lap Claire was sitting on, held up the hand that was playing with his wife’s clit. He held the hand up in a stopping motion toward Ricky.   The man chuckled, then said in a deep rumbling voice, “Listen to me carefully, Ricky. We can do this easy or we can do this hard, but believe me, you will not like doing this hard. Your choice. And, white boy, you will not be divorcing anybody. No, white boy, you are going to be her little sissy cuckold.”   Ricky stood still for just a second, then rushed toward Claire. Suddenly he was down on the floor, on his knees. His kidney felt like it was on fire. He realized he had been hit hard on his back, right on his kidney. It hurt so badly it brought tears to his eyes and it took him a moment to catch his breath. He looked around to see who had hit him, and discovered a skinny naked black man with spiky hair smiling at him. Ricky could not but notice the mans cock, as it was huge and almost touching his face, he was so close. His cock was much larger than Ricky’s own.   “You like my cock, white boy,” asked Spike, and he smiled at Ricky, then pressed his cock right against Ricky’s face. Even though it hurt to move, Ricky quickly scrambled away, still on his knees. When Ricky heard raucous laughter, he closed his eyes in embarrassment and humiliation.   “Like I said, little Ricky, we can do this easy or we can do this hard,” said Terrance, smiling at Ricky. “It is your choice entirely, little Ricky. If you enjoy pain, then by all means, let’s go hard. I enjoy that.” Terrance laughed. “I’m sort of hoping you decide on the hard way, boy.”   Ricky bowed his head. He could see this was not going to go well at all. But he didn’t answer.   “Claire, get up and get down on the floor on all fours, like a dog.” Terrance pushed Claire up off his lap.   “Munch, fuck her. Leave little cucky boy here a nice creampie for little cucky boy to eat. He will find it delicious so leave a nice big load for him.” Terrance laughed, deep and rumbling.   Munch, the huge black man sitting beside Janet, got up, a big smile breaking out on his face. From the moment he first saw Claire with her big white tits and pink nipples and such a creamy smooth cunt, he want to shove his black cock deep inside her.   Claire snapped her head up, looking at Terrance, and started to say something when Terrance cut her off.”   “Stop!” said Terrance softly to her. “You will fuck anyone I tell you to. Understood?”   Claire just nodded, not quite expecting this, even though Terrance had hinted at something like this before. She should have been more aware of the possibility, she thought. But it was way too late now.   “Cucky boy, your wife will be for black men only to enjoy from now on. You will never let your little white dick touch her cunt again, and you will never touch her tits or ass again, understood?”   Ricky stared at Terrance, then screamed out “Fuck you, motherfucker!”   Suddenly, it felt like there was a vice-grip at the back of his neck. It felt like his neck was being crushed. Ricky screamed out in pain.   “Okay! Okay! I understand. Let go, motherfucker!”   Munch let go of Ricky’s neck, then aimed a hard kick at Ricky’s ass, “That was for calling me a motherfucker, motherfucker. You won’t do that again.”   Ricky just nodded, pain still throbbing in his neck.   Munch got behind Claire, who was still on her hands and knees. He rubbed her cunt to see how wet she was. He put a couple fingers inside and pumped her to get her a little wetter. He slowly pushed the head of his black cock into her white cunt.   Ricky looked away. Spike grabbed him by the neck and turned his head, forcing him to watch.   “Look, cucky boy, see the nice black cock fucking your wife? You like that, don’t you, cucky boy?” Spike forced Ricky to nod his head yes.   Munch had his cock about half way inside Claire, going slow as she was extremely tight. “Your wife is so tight, cucky boy. Your little cucky dick must be really small.” He smiled at Ricky.   Ricky’s face turned red again, in total humiliation.   Claire was at first very embarrassed to be fucking in front of others, especially in front of her best friend, Janet, and also her husband. But soon, the embarrassment went away, to be replaced with arousal, and then on total focus on what was happening to her cunt and her body. She was going to try to stifle her lust, but that thought had abandoned her as she felt so consumed with the electric feeling surging throughout her body.   Munch had just fully gotten his cock into Claire and started pumping when Claire began to shiver and shudder into a massive orgasm. It was so strong her arms gave way and she fell onto her face, gasping for air between spasms.   Munch laughed, slapping Claire’s ass hard. Claire hardly felt the slap as shudders overtook her body. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips parted in total lust.   “I’ll bet she never had a total blowout like that with you, has she cucky boy?” asked Terrance, looking at Ricky with a smile on his face.   Ricky just shook his head no, getting more humiliated by the minute.   By then, Munch was jacking his black cock inside Claire’s white cunt hard. She was still tight, but very well lubricated. Her orgasm had subsided, but with Munch fucking her so hard with his big cock, she began to shiver again. Her breathing came in gasps. As she started to cum, Munch let loose with a boat load of cum. Munch had always been a heavy cummer. His black cock throbbed inside Claire, pumping more and more cum deep into her.   When he was done, he pulled out of her, rubbing her fine ass. Then Munch turned to Ricky and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his face up. Munch rubbed his cum wet black cock on Ricky’s face and laughed. There was still cum dripping from the end of his cock, so Munch rubbed the tip of his cock on Ricky’s face and lips and told him to lick. When Ricky didn’t, Munch punched him on the top of his head. Ricky immediately began licking the cum from Munch’s cock.   Claire start to rise up, but Terrance told her to stay down.   “Okay, cucky boy, time for you to eat your wife’s nice creampie. That’s a nice dinner for you. Munch was kind to you and left you a lot to eat.” Terrance laughed.   Munch pulled Ricky over to Claire’s cunt and told him to eat. When Ricky hesitated, Munch grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced his face down into Claire’s cunt. Munch slapped him on the top of his head and yelled, “Eat, motherfucker!”   Ricky began eating. He had never tasted cum before, except what was on Munch’s cock, and the thought of it made him gag. Despite his gags, Munch held his face in place.   “Lay on your back, cucky boy. Claire, get up on your knees and sit on cucky boy’s face so he can get the whole load.”   Munch “helped” Ricky, rather roughly, roll over on his back and get positioned under Claire’s cunt as Claire rose up and sat on her husband’s face.   Munch instructed him, “Swallow it all, cuck. My cum is the best you will ever get. Bitches fight over it, it is so good. You will get to fight over it soon, bitch!” Munch laughed.   Cum began to drain from Claire’s cunt into Ricky’s mouth and all over his face. Some got into his eyes and more flowed down his cheeks. He tried to avoid swallowing but Munch grabbing his crotch and squeezing hard convinced him he better swallow as much as he could.   Finally, after a few minutes, Terrance said, “Okay, enough. help him up.”   Munch pulled Ricky up by gripping his hair with one hand and under his arm with the other. Ricky stumbled up, feeling like his hair was being ripped out by the roots. His face was very wet with pussy juice and Munch’s cum.   Terrance directed Spike, “Help him undress, Spike.” Munch released him.   Ricky finally got a little brave, and screamed, “No fucking way, motherfucker!”   That resulted in another hammer blow to Ricky’s kidney, and he went down to his knees again. As Spike helped him up, tears ran down Ricky’s face.   “Now, help him undress.” smiled Terrance.   Ricky shook Spike’s hands off him and unbuttoned his own shirt and slipped it off. He stood bare chested facing his wife who had now stood up.   “The rest of it,” said Terrance.   Ricky unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans off after removing his boots. He stood there in white underwear. Terrance just moved his finger up and down, indicating the underwear needed to come off too.   Not wanting to risk another blow to his kidney, which was as sore as hell, Ricky slipped off his underwear.   “Whoo, nice ass, white boy,” said Spike. He rubbed Ricky’s ass, causing Ricky to take a step away. Spike laughed.   “Don’t worry, sweetie, you will get used to it,” and he laughed again. Ricky’s face grew extremely red.   Terrance turned to Claire and instructed her, “Go get your make-up, girl.”   Claire went bouncing into the bedroom All eyes were on her naked ass. While she was in there, Terrance instructed Spike, “Okay, Spike, dress him up.”   Spike smiled and pulled a skimpy pair of pink panties and matching pink bra out of the bag he brought in. The panties and bra were very lacy and sheer, and very girly.   Spike handed them Ricky. Ricky took them but his first impulse was to throw them on the floor and refuse. But he could not risk another blow to his kidney, so he just frowned and stepped into the panties, then tried to put the bra on but had trouble with it Spike helped him fasten it.   “Now do a little slow turn and model it for us, girl,” said Terrance.   Ricky felt weak. His knees started to buckle, but he held himself up. He did a slow turn.   Janet started applauding as Ricky turned. She shouted out “How lovely!”   Ricky had to swallow some word not permitted that rose up in his throat.   Just then, Claire came back from retrieving her make-up and upon seeing Ricky in pink bra and panties, she burst out laughing, unable to contain herself.   Janet exclaimed, “Maybe we should call her Vickie instead of Ricky!” and she laughed.   Terrance turned to Janet with a huge smile and nodded at her, “Excellent idea! I really like that!”   Then he turned to Ricky “Did you hear that, Vickie? Your new name? From now on, you are Vickie. Did you hear that, Vickie?”   Ricky, or rather Vickie, turned his head toward Janet and gave her his most menacing scowl. Janet just smiled back, loving this.   Upon instruction from Terrance, Claire got a kitchen chair and had Vickie sit on it while Claire applied make-up to him. She applied mascara, eye shadow, bright red lipstick and all.   Claire stepped back to admire her work, with a grin from ear to ear. She ran into the bath room to get a mirror and held it up for Vickie to look at himself. A mouthful of bile rose in his mouth. Tears came down his cheeks.   “Why you crying, sweetie?” said Claire. “You look beautiful! Did you want a different color lipstick? You are a very pretty girl, you know!”   Vickie shook his head. Claire removed the chair at Terrance’s instruction. When she returned, Vickie was down on his knees with Spike directly in front of him. Spike was pushing his black cock past Vickie’s red lips. Another of the black men was taking pictures with his cell phone.     Spike rapped hard on the top of Vickie’s head, “You need to smile like you are enjoying this, baby girl. The pictures will be much better with you smiling. And you better start sucking, but if I feel your teeth, bitch, you will regret it!”   Vickie forced a weak smile while more pictures were taken.   Terrance informed Vickie, “These pics are going to be posted to various gay sites. If you fail to do exactly what you are told to do, your parents and all your friends will be sent links to them. Do you understand?”   Vickie nodded.   “Say it out loud, bitch!” screamed Terrance.   “Yes, I understand,” said a meek Vickie, mumbling the words around Spikes black cock in his mouth.   It took some time, with several slaps on Vickie’s head and some hard sucking, but Spike finally came in Vickie’s mouth. Vickie tried his best to keep up with the volume, but there was just too much cum for Vickie to swallow it all. A lot of cum dribbled down Vickie’s chin. Spike made Vickie scoop it into his mouth using his fingers.   “Never waste a drop of cum, cucky boy,” instructed Spike.   “Okay, good job, girl!” exclaimed Terrance. “You are going to go now with Spike to a party. You will be only in your sexy bra and panties, until they get ripped off, of course. You will be one of the girls at the party. Now get your fucking ass out of here, girl. I know you will enjoy yourself,” Terrance laughed.   Spike put his clothes on and led Vickie, in only his pink bra and panties, out the door to Spike’s car. On the way out the door, Vickie looked back at Claire. There were tears in his eyes. Claire started to feel sorry for him, but then remembered how many times she had tears after being beaten or belittled, and Vickie never felt sorry for her. The sympathetic feeling quickly faded.   End of Part 3      

Gracie

Gracie

Marina's Cuckolding Report!

Marina’s Cuckolding Report features 12 sex scenes. Each scene has up to 4 unique CGs with numerous variations. The author clearly understands the excitement that comes with escalation. With the cheating wife fetish, it’s important that things start slow and escalate gradually. She only role-plays at first to get you excited. Eventually you get to watch your wife’s lover introduce himself to your daughter! You’re sitting at home watching your daughter, while this man is plunging his cock into your wife! She’s completely oblivious to what’s going on. My favorite scene took place in the hotel where Marina is getting laid. The husband listens through a crack in the door. She’s bouncing on a cock buried deep into her flesh folds. She’s begging for more! The husband sends a text message to her phone, asking if she’s started yet. She answers with a blatant lie: “No, not yet, what’s up?” She says they’ve been sitting and groping a bit, but it hasn’t gone far – yet. In truth, she jumped on his cock the moment the door was closed! After you complete the game you unlock 4 sex scenes from your wife’s perspective, and can actually see inside the hotel room. On top of that, she told you that he never creampied her until later – but in truth – she got creampied on the first night! Thank goodness she’s on the pill, although, that means they never went back to condoms! On her first night sleeping with him, she’s just beginning to know this new guy. On their last night together she says “Right now, you are my husband, and I love you”. The guy says he loves her back! They start kissing each other with incredible passion. MORE INFO HERE

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Rastafoo

 

Her Name Is Claire - Part 2

Her Name Is Claire   Part 2   Driving home after work, Claire was thinking about the incredible sex she had at work that morning. There was a shy smile on her full pink lips as she remembered the massive orgasm she had while Terrance ate her pussy. He says “cunt” but she had never said that word before. But she liked it when he said it. Then she remember how he turned her around and fucked her “cunt” (she giggled as she thought that word) from behind, resulting in another massive orgasm the likes of which she thought was impossible to achieve. She felt so satisfied, so relaxed. She never once felt this way before.   Then she worried a bit. First, she remembered that Terrance said she would only fuck those he told her to fuck. She worried that meant she would be fucking other guys besides Terrance. If he told her to, would she? She thought about that a few seconds then said “Yes” out loud. There was no way she could ever give up orgasms like she had just experienced.   As she thought about that, she pulled her dress up and fingered her clit. She had no panties, as Terrance threw them away. She did have the new panties as well as the skirt and top Terrance bought for her. They were sitting in a shopping bag in the passenger seat beside her. She stole a quick glance at the bag, and smiled. She wondered how she would look in that outfit.   Terrance had told her to shave her “cunt.” She giggled at that word again. She would do it, of course. But she worried that there was no way to conceal from her husband, Ricky, that her cunt was bald. She knew he would be very upset and would call her all kinds of names. She just hoped it would not evolve into word not permitted. But she knew that was likely, given their history.   She got home and brought the shopping bag inside, and laid it on the bed in the master bedroom. She slipped her dress off and kicked her shoes off. That was all she had on. She looked at her naked body in the mirror, and cupped her tits, closing her eyes as she remember Terrance’s black hand on her tit as he sucked the other one. She shivered.   Ricky wasn’t due to be home for awhile yet. She had plenty of time. She went into the bathroom, taking a scissors to her pubic thatch and trimmed her cunt as short as she could.   “Ha!” she snorted. There is that word again. Cunt! Now she couldn’t get that word out of her mind. Terrance said he owns me like he owns his dog, she thought. She didn’t really know fully what that meant, but she figured she would find out. As long as it involved fucking like she experienced that day! She giggled.   Having plenty of time, she slipped into the shower with her shaving gear and took a long hot shower, totally shaving her cunt. When she got out, she thought, she would slip on a pair of her old plain cotton panties, and put a sanitary pad on so she could tell Ricky she was on her period. He would leave her alone with that. He hated blood. Once he had fucked her when she had just started her period. When he pulled out and saw blood on his dick, he freaked out and started gagging and hit her, screaming at her that she should have told him. He never kept track of her periods. It was just two weeks ago, but he would not make the connection. He would leave her alone, that she was sure of.   She stepped out of the shower and dried off, and stepped into the bedroom, naked. She stopped. Frozen. Scared.   There was Ricky, holding up the little mini-skirt and top and the sexy panties he had pulled out of the shopping bag. His face was flush with anger. He started to scream at her, then stopped, looking at her shaved bald pussy.   “What the FUCK” he screamed. “Have you turned into a total WHORE? Is my wife a SLUT? I won’t have a fucking slut n this house! How long have you been doing this shit? Where did you get this? I take all your money! Are you selling yourself for money, SLUT? Did you really think you could get by with this shit?”   He grabbed her by the hair as Claire screamed, and punched her in the ribs just below her left tit. Then he hit her on her cheek, causing a big welt on her cheekbone. Still grabbing her hair, he pulled her out of the bedroom and through the kitchen and out the side door. Claire stumbled out, falling in the dirt, totally naked. Tears streaming down her face.   “Come back when you have come to your senses and no longer are a whore!” Then Ricky slammed and locked the door.   Claire gathered herself up, wrapping her arms around her chest, then ran over to her best friend Janet’s house next door. She burst through Janet’s front door, trembling and crying. Janet’s young 12 year old son was in the living room and was the first to see her. It was impossible for him to take his eyes off her. Even though she was crying, she was a vision. He had seen porn with some of his friends, but this was real and better than that. “Holy shit,” he thought.   Upon hearing the door slam open, Janet came running and seeing Claire naked and crying with a bruise on her ribs and her cheek, she knew what happened. She grabbed Claire by the arm and pulled her into the kitchen and sat her down, then ran to grab a blanket and wrapped it around Claire.   Claire’s cries had subsided to sniffles by then. The bruise on her face was looking worse already, and was puffy. Janet gave her tissues, then asked what happened even though she knew Ricky went crazy once again.   Claire and Janet had the type of relationship where they could reveal all their secrets to each other without worry anything would become public and without judgement. Claire had previously told Janet about her new boss, Terrance, and how she was so attracted to him, sort of a crush, with his deep voice and strong build. Claire didn’t hold back anything, telling Janet about the sex and the shopping and the instructions Terrance had given her. Nothing was left out.   Janet hugged Claire tightly. After Claire settled down more, she asked what Claire would do about staying with or leaving Ricky. Both Janet and her husband hated Ricky. They both had lobbied Claire to leave the bastard. Claire exclaimed that she didn’t know. She would have to talk it over with Terrance the next day.   Janet got her some of her own clothes for Claire to slip on, as her husband would be home soon. While he would love to see Claire naked, Janet wasn’t going to give him that chance.   Janet had dinner on the stove when Larry came home. She explained to him about what happened, leaving a lot of it out, but touching on the basics. Larry offered to go over and knock Ricky’s block off, but Claire told him not to.   After dinner and some TV, they all went to bed, with Claire snuggled up under blankets on the couch. In the morning, Claire waited for Ricky to leave for work, then she ran over and got ready for her work.   Claire arrived at work. She was really nervous, not only because she was wearing the little skimpy panties under the very short mini-skirt which didn’t even reach half-way down her thigh, and the silver top that showed so much cleavage and showed so much of the movement of her tits under the top. The top even seemed to magnify the sway of her tits as she walked. Her lips were the bright red from the lipstick Terrance had gotten her. In a way, she did feel like the whore her husband said she was, but in another way, she almost felt liberated, like she was finally free. It certainly was confusing to her.   But she was also nervous because of the vicious bruise on her cheek. The one on her ribs wasn’t as bad, but that wasn’t visible with her top on.   She wasn’t sure how Terrance would react. Would he say “Ugh! You’re ugly now, get away from me” Or would he kill Ricky or what? She couldn’t stand it if either of those things happened. Even though she had only been fucked by Terrance just the one day, she realized she wanted, no, needed, a lot more. A LOT more. And if Ricky were killed or badly hurt, she would feel so guilty and she didn’t know if she could face Terrance after he did something like that.   Her knees shaking, she stepped inside and went to her work station. She was very self-conscious and felt like she was walking so funny because of it. She felt very sexy but at the same time just not normal.   Terrance was in his office with somebody and didn’t notice her at first. She turned and started work, concentrating heavily at that and didn’t notice Terrance approaching until she felt his hand gripping her ass. She shivered, and turned to him.   “Oh shit!” he exclaimed as he noticed the bruise on her cheek. His face held an angry look. He took her hand and led her into his office. After closing the blinds, he cradled her face in her hands and kissed her.   “Did your husband do this?”   “Yes,” she said. “He found the bag of new clothes you got me and then noticed I had shaved down there. He called me a whore and a slut and grabbed me by my hair and threw me outside. I was naked. But I don’t want you to kill him or hurt him.”   A tear formed at the corner of her eyes. Terrance kissed the tears away, and cupped her chin, then kissed her very softly on her full red lips.   “Did you go back in the house or what did you do?”   “I ran over to my best friends house. She lives right next door. I stayed there last night. I think I shocked her son. He saw me naked.” She developed a small smile at the memory of his shocked look.   Terrance laughed, a deep husky throaty laugh that seemed to vibrate Claire’s body. Her clit went into overdrive.   “I’ll be willing to bet that the kid jacked off all night long at the image of you naked.” Then Terrance laughed again.   Claire couldn’t help herself. She laughed along with him.   Terrance raised up her top, and was about to suck on her nipples when he noticed the smaller bruise on her ribs. He just shook his head, then began sucking on her nipples. Claire’s clit was really working in overdrive now. It felt like it was being electrically shocked. When Terrance’s black hand slipped into her panties and toyed with her clit, the electrical shocks completed their circuit and she almost climbed on him in an effort to word not permitted him.   Terrance pulled down her panties and sat her on the desk, then pushed his cock slowly into her. She was still very tight. He had to go slow. First just his head, then gradually a little more of his shaft. Before he got very far at all, and before he had even begun to pump her, she shivered, and then shuddered into a hard orgasm.   He thought to himself that this girl really needs some good fucking. Then he pushed himself all the way into her cunt, bottoming out before his whole cock got in, then started pumping her. Her shudders and spasms got even harder. He had to let go of her tits and hold her up with his hands behind her shoulders to keep her from collapsing backwards on his desk.   This excited Terrance and he fucked her harder and harder, and after several minutes, he dumped his entire load deep into her married white cunt. He kept his cock inside her for awhile, as he massaged her white tits in his black hands, thumbing her pick nipples, causing her to shiver.   Over a Mexican lunch, Terrance asked questions about Ricky. He knew from experience that guys like this, who abused their wives, were usually very insecure and most often cowards. They dominated and abused their wives to hide their own faults and shortcomings, to make themselves feel stronger and braver.   They went out shopping again. Terrance was looking for a skirt even shorter than the one she was wearing, which was already very short, not even half way down her thigh. They found one that barely covered her ass, with just an inch or two to spare. They also found a complimentary top that really emphasized her gorgeous tits. She was instructed to wear these the next day.   After work, Terrance followed Claire home. They went inside and Terrance instructed Claire to strip naked and to stay that way.   “But, Ricky will be home soon, and he won’t like that. He won’t like you being here at all” worried Claire.   Terrance chucked, “I’ll take care of Ricky. He won’t be a problem.”   “I don’t want you to kill him!”   Terrance burst out laughing. “Don’t worry. It won’t go that far” then he laughed harder.   While Claire took off her clothes in the bedroom, Terrance also stripped his off.   The door bell rang. Terrance told Claire he was expecting somebody and answered the door, swinging it wide open. It wasn’t who he was expecting.   Janet was standing there, her smile fading into shock, then as she took in Terrance’s huge black cock, her smile returned. She introduced herself as Janet and Terrance invited her in. Janet didn’t take her eyes off his cock even momentarily. After stepping in she then examined Terrance’s entire body. He was strong and well muscled and had no hair, not even around his cock. His ass was incredible, she thought. An image momentarily flashed in front of her eyes of him on top of her fucking her, and her hands gripping that great ass. She had to shake her head to expel that image.   Terrance said “Thank you for helping Claire out last night.”   “Oh no problem at all. She told me all about you. Now I understand it all” and she giggled, staring again at his black cock. With her paying so much attention to his cock, it started to get a little hard.   Just then Claire came out of the bedroom, totally naked, and saw Janet. Claire froze, not sure if she should run back into the bedroom, but then saw Terrance was also naked, fully facing Janet, full frontal nudity, his cock throbbing in sync with his heart beat. He made no effort to hide anything, proud of who he was.   Claire put her hands in front of her face, shy at having been caught naked like this, then giggled.   “I just wanted to check on you, Sweetie, to make sure you were okay. I don’t want to see you hurt, But I see you are in good hands here already” and Janet giggled again.   The doorbell rang again. Terrance opened the door wide once again. This time it was who he was expecting. Three black men. One was even larger than Terrance, one smaller but husky looking and one thin with a head full of hair sticking out all over like spikes. Spike had a brown paper bag in his hand.   They came in. Terrance didn’t bother to introduce them. It didn’t seem to be important to Terrance. He pointed at Claire and told them “This is Claire” then at Janet and told them “This is Janet, her friend.”   Claire quickly put one hand to conceal her pussy and the other arm to cover her amble white tits.   Terrance told her “ Don’t bother. They are going to fuck you anyway.”   Claire’s face turned red. “Oh.”   “Well, I guess Claire really is in good hands, so to speak” and Janet laughed. “Ricky will be home soon, so I better get going. But I wish I were a fly on the wall watching.” She put her hand over her mouth and laughed.   Janet left. The three black men stripped naked as well. Claire, of course, noticed their black cocks. All of their cocks were bigger than Ricky’s. They all sat, waiting for Ricky. Terrance had pulled Claire to his lap, playing with her tits and sometimes dipping down to her clit and massaging her there. Claire couldn’t help but shiver. Terrance’s cock went full on hard.   “Your friend Janet seems very open and not shy” he said. “Why don’t you call her and invite her back over to watch.”   “Oh my God!” exclaimed Claire. “Are you sure?” She hesitated, but Terrance pushed her up off his lap his hard cock sticking straight up, She ran to get her phone, her tits bouncing as she did so. All eyes were on her.   She called Janet, and in seconds Janet was back. She had a huge smile on her face when she saw all the men were completely bare-assed naked.   “This should be so interesting” said Janet as she sat on the couch between two of the naked black men.   Janet’s skirt was down to mid thigh and as she sat, it hiked up a little more. She didn’t bother to pull it down at all. Her bare legs below her skirt were touching the naked legs of the black men on either side. She giggled as she looked at each of their cocks. Then she realized she was getting wet, and got a little shy about it. After a bit, she let her hand casually rest on one of the men’s thighs. His cock started to rise. She giggled again, never having seen or done anything like this before, not with black men. She thought to herself that she felt like a whore and sort of liked it.   Janet had had affairs before, which her husband, Larry, knew about. They were always with white men. Never black. She didn’t understand it, but Larry didn’t seem to object to it or be upset by it, but he didn’t encourage her either. Larry knew Janet was very promiscuous as a teenager, so maybe that was it. She was a real slut back then.   Janet casually dropped her other hand to the thigh of Spike on the other side. He quickly put his hand on her upper thigh and pushed up her skirt almost all the way up to her panties. Janet let it rest there. Not moving. A little afraid to make anything more happen. But both men’s cocks had gotten hard. That pleased Janet, and it confirmed she still had it after two word not permitted, a boy and a girl, after over 12 years of marriage. She had worked hard at keeping her body in shape.   Janet knew, based on her open discussions with Claire, that she was almost the exact opposite of Claire. Claire was a virgin until her marriage to Ricky, and until now, had never experienced any other man. Wow, she thought, how things have changed!   After about 5 or so minutes, the door swung open.   Ricky stood there, in total shock. His eyes glued on his naked wife sitting on the naked lap of a black man, and the man’s cock was hard to boot. His face went beet red. Stammering and stuttering, he couldn’t get a single word out, at first.   End of Part 2        

Gracie

Gracie

 

interracial Her Name Is Claire

Her Name is Claire   This story is part true and part fiction   Part 1   She fell under his spell pretty quickly. This was only her second day on the job. Claire stole a quick look at her new boss. When she saw he was looking at her, smiling, she quickly looked away, but couldn’t keep a small smile from her soft full lips.   Claire wore no makeup. Not even lipstick, as her husband didn’t like it. He told her that makeup made her look like a whore and would attract other men. She had long beautiful auburn hair held together by a scrunchy at the back sweeping it into a ponytail that swung freely against her long silky skinned white neck. She wasn’t tanned, not even close. Her skin was a creamy pale white, a few freckles on her cheeks shoulders that seemed to compliment her green freckled eyes, befitting her Irish ancestry.   She wore a man’s style shirt buttoned up tightly against her neck, unsuccessfully hiding her amble tits, further concealed in a plain white bra. The shirt and bra didn’t stand a chance at binding her tits or keeping them from swaying as she moved. Her husband hated it when men noticed her tits, and had at times even beaten her for “purposely” drawing too much attention to them. Her narrow waist was of no help at all in keeping her tits concealed, making them seem even more pronounced. She wore jeans over her long legs, and flat black shoes.   Claire had been fired from her previous job. It was just a housekeeping job at a motel, but still, it brought in some money, which she turned over to her husband every pay day. When she went home and told her husband she had been fired, and explained she had hit a man who had tried to grab her and pull her into his motel room and her boss had fired her for hitting him, her husband punched her in her ribs for acting too sexy and causing it all. He screamed at her for the money he would now be missing and warned her she better get a new job right away. He would have socked her in the eye but knew that might keep her from quickly getting a job.   She desperately but quickly found a new job at a soft drink bottling plant. Her new boss was a big powerful black man with a deep husky voice. He was at least ten or fifteen years older than Claire who was just a few years out of high school. He seemed to be paying a lot of attention to her. She admitted to herself that she liked the attention. Even in high school, she liked it when black boys paid attention to her, even hitting on her, telling her she was so hot and wanted to fuck her like a dog in heat. Of course, she never responded or dated a black boy. She didn’t want to be beaten as badly by her father like her older sister was. Instead, she dated only white boys, and not that many of them. Most of the boys were afraid of her father. Her father had actually beaten one of her dates, after he beat her and the boy tried to get in between.   Once out of high school, she was rescued from a poor and abusive home life by the man who became her husband, Ricky. Too late, Claire realized that Ricky was very possessive and demanding and not that much different from her father and her home life there.   Not only was her new boss, Terrance, powerful looking with a deep voice that seemed to vibrate within her chest whenever he spoke, but he was tall and very self assured. He had a commanding presence. She liked that. It was exactly opposite of how she saw herself: shy, lacking in self confidence, demure, easily influenced by others, a follower and certainly not a leader. “Submissive” was a word she never used but described her perfectly. Terrance was so strong and obviously a leader.   Claire was busy at her work, her head down, daydreaming about Terrance, when she felt a hand at her back. It was Terrance, smiling at her. Her face flushed, feeling like he must have seen she was daydreaming about him. He chuckled quietly.   “Claire, you are so pretty. But you try to hide it,” he said in his husky voice. “Why don’t you wear a nice dress tomorrow instead of those baggy jeans you have on today?” Then he smiled again, his hand still on her back, moving up and down slowly, electrifying, even going as low as her ass. Clair could not help but shiver. She made no effort to remove his hand from her ass. On the contrary, if felt warm and good and comforting somehow.   Claire stammered, no words coming to her lips. Finally she just nodded, and eeked out a small shy smile. Terrance chuckled then moved on. Claire found her knees getting a bit wobbly.   At home that night, Claire went to her closet and picked out a dress to wear the next day. She had few to select from. They were all very conservative. She picked the one with a small floral pattern that was high necked, showing no cleavage, and stretched down to her knees. She made the dress herself, on her Singer sewing machine. She used the sewing machine to make a little extra money doing clothes repairs for neighbors. A small amount of that she kept hidden, but most was turned over to Ricky. She knew she ran the risk of getting beaten for wearing a dress to work, but this was a conservative dress, so she was hoping that would not happen.   Ricky had already left for work when it was time for Claire to get ready. She debated putting a slip on first, as the cotton material of the dress was on the thin side. Certainly not see through, though, but it might reveal too much of what was under the fabric of the dress. She knew nobody else hardly ever wore slips, but Ricky was very jealous and it helped avoid her getting beaten. After consideration, she threw the slip back in the drawer.   She put a bra on, looked at herself in the mirror, then took the bra back off and stuffed it in her purse. She would put it back on after work and before getting home. She had little choice when it came to panties. Just plain white panties, with nothing at all sexy about them. Ricky didn’t like her at all in sexy panties. What if she had an accident and somebody had to remove her jeans in order to treat her and they saw her sexy panties and thought of her as a whore?   He told her that if that happened, the next thing you know is she would be acting like a whore and fucking other guys. He didn’t say it to her, but was afraid she would then find out what sex was really like. She might find out that it is more than just being pushed down on her back on the bed, Ricky slamming his dick into her for a minute, cumming, then jumping off, telling her to go get cleaned up as it was disgusting looking at per pussy that way. He could care less if she orgasmed. In fact, it might be better to keep her wanting.   Claire pulled up her panties up over her pubic thatch, then slipped the dress on. She caught herself in the mirror, noticing how her tits moved under the dress with no bra to restrain them. Embarrassed, she almost changed her mind and put her bra on, but decided to just stick with her decision.   As she was about to leave the bedroom, she again looked in the mirror, pursed her lips, and decided on one more risky move. Claire pulled out a tube of lipstick from her drawer, and applied it. It was just a light pink lipstick that didn’t draw a lot of attention to her full lips. It was the only tube of lipstick she had. She pursed her lips, looking in the mirror, and wondered how a bright red lipstick would look on her. She figured it would make her look like a whore and would result in a beating from Ricky.   Upon arriving at work and approaching the entry, she almost chickened out, half turning to go back to her car, then realizing she would be late if she did go back home to change. She shyly went in to work.   Her boss, Terrance, noticed her almost immediately. He went over to her, staring at her chest with her large tits swaying under the thin fabric, and told her how terrific she looked.   Claire looked down, her face turning a bright beet red, and stammered out “Thank you.”   Terrance cupped her chin in one hand and forced her face up to look into her eyes. He put the other coal black hand on her hip, smiled at her, and said   “You are absolutely beautiful, girl, and you should never hide that fact.”   As Terrance let his hand fall from her chin, his hand paused at her chest, cupping her left tit, his thumb fingering her now erect nipple, a shadow of which could be seen through the thin fabric. A shiver rippled through her body and her knees went wobbly, requiring Terrance to grab her under her arms to hold her up. His arm around her waist, he escorted her into his office and shut the blinds.   In the privacy of the office, Terrance pulled up her dress and put his black hand over her panties and fingered her clit through the cotton fabric. As he did so, Claire could not restrain herself, and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips as hard as she could. She started to say,   “Oh, I am so sorry!”   But Terrance cut her off with a return kiss, his tongue slipping from his mouth and forcing her lips apart and into her mouth. Claire shuddered. His tongue tasted good. It was the first time she had ever been French kissed.   Terrance backed her up to his desk, then dropped to his knees, and smoothly pulled her panties down. He pushed her ass onto the desk, and spread her legs apart. His tongue quickly found her clit.   Claire breathed out, in a husky, lusty voice, her hands on his head pressing him into her,   “Nobody has ever done that to me before. Oh my God! I didn’t know it would feel so good!” Then she shivered.   Terrance, in response, pushed his face into her harder, and slipped his tongue deep into her pussy, then lapped her clit more, going back and forth until she was taken over completely by an orgasm. She squeezed her thighs together so hard Terrance chuckled to himself that it might misshape his head.   Claire was totally breathless, never having experience such a massive orgasm like that before. She lustfully sucked in air, trying to catch her breath as shudders continued to rack her body.   Claire’s orgasm finally ended, making her so weak she nearly collapsed. Terrance held on to her with one hand while standing her up and pulling her dress completely off of her.   Claire’s tits were magnificent. They were full and firm and at least C-cup size if not D-cup, he judged. Her nipples were very erect, and so very pink and so fresh looking. He cupped one pale white tit in his black hand while he bent and sucked on the other, his mouth sucking in the entire nipple. He sucked hard, making her shiver again, even though she had just had a hard orgasm. Terrance knew then that this girl hard never been properly fucked in her entire life. That would change.   Terrance turned her around, rubbing her sweet, firm and rounded ass, and bent her over his desk. He stripped off his pants, his huge black cock already fully erect, and slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. He started with just his cock head, getting her really wet and well lubricated, then slowly pushed in all the way. It was obvious she had never had a real man’s cock before, either, as she was extremely tight.   Terrance spanked Claire’s sweet ass while he slowly pushed and pulled inside her white, tight, pussy. He continued to spank her firm ass making red hand prints on her white skin, while he built up speed, going faster and faster. When he looked down, he could see white pussy juice building up on his black cock. She was definitely well lubricated now.   Terrance reached around her and found her clit as he powerfully thrust his black cock into her married white cunt. He thrust harder and faster. He had to remove his fingers from her clit in order to hold on to her hips to keep her from collapsing. Claire moaned, her face in full lust. She had never felt anything like this before. It was so incredible.   For the first time in her life, she yelled out “Fuck me oh God fuck me!”   As Claire began a massive orgasm, shivering and shuddering with loud moans, Terrance shot his load deep into her pussy. He didn’t know if she was on the pill or not, and he didn’t care. It was fine with Terrance, in fact, if she was not. He was actually hoping not.   Claire couldn’t stand, she was so weak. Terrance pushed her down to her knees, and wiped his wet cock on her face and forced her lips apart and slid his black cock past her pink lips and into her mouth. Claire had been made to suck Ricky’s cock before, but Terrance’s cock was so much bigger and it was hard for her to handle. She sucked him as well as she could, then licked his cock up and down his black shaft.   After allowing her to rest a bit, Terrance stood Claire up and told her,   “ You belong to me now. Do you understood that?”   She nodded, “Yes!”   “Do you understand what that means” he asked?   She shook her head no.   “It means you do what I tell you to do. You dress the way I tell you to, you fuck who I tell you to fuck, you don’t fuck anybody without my approval. I own you the same way I own my dog. You are mine and only mind.”   She stammered, now realizing the full effect of what she had done, “But what about my husband? He won’t like this at all. I’m afraid. I can’t deal with him when he gets mad at me. He is word not permitted. What do I do?”   “I’ll handle your husband. You just avoid him tonight. Don’t fuck him. He doesn’t deserve your cunt. Your cunt is mine. Your tits are mine. Your ass is mine. Your mouth is mine. You are my bitch.”   Claire shuddered, “Yes, I understand.”   “I expect you to completely shave your cunt, and to forget about wearing any bras ever again, is that understood?”   Claire nodded yes.   “No, that isn’t good enough, Claire. I own you. You will give me a verbal answer.”   Claire smiled weakly, “Yes, I understand. I am still worried about my husband. How will he be handled then? I mean, when he sees me with no hair down there and no bra and all he will call me a whore and beat me.”   “I’ve seen him.” responded Terrance. “I’ll handle him if he gives you any trouble.” Terrance smiled at her. She smiled back.   Terrance’s cum was running down her legs so Terrance told her to clean that up and put her dress on. He grabbed her plain cotton panties and threw them in the trash can. She went back out to her work station with no bra, no panties, and her pussy very wet. There was still some of Terrance’s cum on her pussy thatch. She had a big smile on her face.   Over lunch, Terrance took her out for Chinese food, then took her shopping, buying her some bright red lipstick and some eyeliner, and some very sexy panties. He found a little tiny black pleated mini-skirt and a low cut silver top for her to wear the next day. During their lunch and shopping trip, Terrance noticed other men kept staring at her tits swaying under her dress. Terrance kept his black hand on her ass, signaling to everybody this bitch was his.   End of Part 1      

Gracie

Gracie

hotwife Saturday Coffee-Date With My Bull...

Just one week since I had been photographed lying in the arms of my bull by my adoring husband, Mark said to me "So you're going to get your hair done tomorrow morning..?" "Yes.... On Saturday morning...", I replied "And you'll be looking after the word not permitted, remember..?" "Yeah, yeah, its not about that..." "So what is it..?" I asked.   "Well..." he began, "You'll be looking really nice, as always, and..."   "Just spit it out Mark..?"   "I thought that you might want to meet your Bull, straight after, for a coffee...?"   "Yes....." I began, "That would be nice..."   How lovely was my husband, he actually wanted me to stay out longer than the 2 plus hours that it usually takes to have me hair done, to then go and meet my bull for a coffee and chat... Exactly one week after I'd been laid out, legs parted widely - as my Bull had literally fucked the living daylights out of me - all in front of Mark.   Now this might sound strange, but...   I found the thought of it to be incredibly arousing, sat having a coffee with my Bull late on a Saturday morning, in the middle of town....   And here is why...   To anyone looking on, we must have looked like a couple. Although we weren't touching (apart from hands), we were flirting and laughing outrageously, and anyone who saw us could have picked up on the mutual body language and shared eye contact between us. I mean he is 28, and I'm 31, so we probably look more of a couple than Mark and I do.... Also connected to the above reason, I could have been seen and then approached by any number of people, from family members, to work colleagues, w and toddler group friends, the list is endless... And what would I have said, how would I have introduced my Bull to them, as in I couldn't really say, 'Oh, this is Rob... Mark and I have brought him into my relationship in order to give me the kind of sex that Mark thinks that I really deserve, especially after so many years with Mark....' Or.... 'This is Rob, I know he is stunningly handsome and sexy, but we are just having a coffee together on a Saturday, as I'm married and have a husband and word not permitted waiting for me at home...' Or maybe.... 'This is Rob, I just bumped in to him after having my hair done, and we are just catching up...' The fact that just one week ago, Rob had not only been fucking me bareback, but had also spent a lot of time worshiping me with his tongue, not to mention the endless French kissing that we'd engaged in.... and here we were, so close, and yet physically, so far away from where we were just the Saturday before... That turned me on, enormously..! I hadn't dressed like a tart, I'd dressed for the hair dressers, I wanted my Bull to see me like this, like the respectable married woman and mother that I am, in order to help him to really appreciate what I'm willing to let him 'do to me', behind the privacy of closed doors. But here I am today, just a normal married mum, having a chat over a coffee... And finally... And this is a big one for me... When we went to say goodbye, stood outside the coffee shop, both with coats and scarves on... We lent in for a platonic kiss in the cheek, I could feel him breathing in the scent of my freshly styled hair as he gently balanced his hands on each arm to steady me as my cheek brushed his - but that was it... No further contact, we were in the full view of the public glare after all, and this was NOT some kind of porn film, this was real life... You really would not believe just how much I WANTED him at that very point... I just wanted do share that with you, as frustrating and as lovely as it was - last Saturday, having coffee with my Bull.   K x

Katherine

Katherine

cuck Saturday 5th Jan - A Cuck’s Perspective...

So I thought that after a few days of everyone being able to read my wife's account of her bull's visit to us last Saturday, I'd give a brief insight on how the date went from my own perspective. Lots of people have been asking me about this in the chatroom, so I've taken the time to sit down and write about it...   Arrival   Firstly, she looked incredible, and was so pleased with what I'd chosen for her to wear that I knew that I'd be in her good book for several weeks to come, now-matter-what happened on the day. She loves black, and I think that he worst nightmare was that I'd have dressed her head to toe in red lace....   When bull arrived, her looked great, tall - taller than me, slim and yet strong, both in better shape than me, and with a natural charm and warmth that meant that we couldn't help but to warm with him. He kissed Katherine on the cheek as she greeted him in her black kimono, and then shook my hand - but it was a firm handshake as if to say 'I own you...' or 'Actually, I own her...'.   Slipping Off   I suppose that the first moment of awkwardness was then when she took bull by the hand and walked him towards the main bedroom of the flat, saying something like, "We're just gonna catch up properly..." Luckily, I guess not to be too rude, they didn't slam the door behind them, they left it a jar, but only by about 1 inch. I went to the kitchenette and made myself a coffee, and once the kettle had boiled I noted that I could hear them chatting and her laughing at just about everything he was saying to her, but soon after that there was silence. I crept towards the door and peaked through, and saw that they were sat on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around each other, kissing passionately. His hands were all through her hair and her hands were holding him tightly. I had to admit that it was one of the sexiest things that I've ever seen, as I have never so much seen my wife even give another man a peck on the lips before that day. They certainly didn't waste any time, that was for sure.   Sneaking in   So I left them to it, for quite a wile actually and sat in the kitchenette sipping my coffee, and playing on my phone. There wasn't really any noise from next door, but I assumed that they were either still kissing or, possibly more...   Eventually (as per the pre-plan), I sneaked in to the room, and took my place on a single chair to the rear of the room at the side. And the sight before me was incredible to see, as my wife was crouched over her bull on the bed, and lovingly sucking his rather big and very erect cock. She didn't see me though, her eyes were closed, but bull sensed me coming in, and looked across, winked at me and then gave me the thumbs up. Stupidly I tried to play an active role in repositioning her hair, so bull could get a better view of my wife sucking his cock, but he was a bit cold as he barked, "You know what mate, sit back down over there mate..." She must have been 'at that' for a while though, as the next thing I saw was his breathing suddenly become rapid, and from what I could see, her cheeks struggling to contain a rapidly twitching cock. And that was that, something that she'd never done for me, and she made to look so simple with so little fuss - to let him cum in her mouth, and then dutifully swallow all of his spunk.   It made me sad in a way, but was also incredibly erotic to watch - and I'm not at all ashamed to say that I actually came as I sneakily wanked myself at the sight of my wife's purest of mouths being flooded with his semen.   Doing what he came for...   So after a brief clean up session, and a bit of banter and chat, I once again left them to it, to relax and recover. I took a couple of flutes of non alcoholic drinks for them both but stayed out of the way.   It must have been another 20 minutes, or half and hour before I returned, and again slipped into my chair at the back of the room. I was tempted back by the long drawn out cries of pleasure from my wife, so not to surprised to see him laying between her widely parted thighs with his face feasting on her lady parts, driving her towards a very loud and obscenity filled orgasm with both his tongue and fingers. What he did then surprised me, as it was something that I would have never had done... Rather than give her a few minutes to recover, within about 30 seconds he just impaled her, and instantly began to fuck her post-orgasm wetness really deeply and really hard. I was shocked actually, as if I had ever tried anything like that in the past, she'd have stopped me and said, 'Just give me a minute will you...' Needless to say, he had her screaming again within a few minutes and he ground out her second orgasm of the afternoon. The guy was clearly a pro compared to me.   He then gave her a breather, she looked over to me, past his shoulder, all red faced and said something like, "You ok..?" My instant reply was, "I'm more worried about you, are you ok..?" "I'm fine..." she replied weakly, before then turning her attention back to him, as he was keen to break off the conversation and get back to French kissing her.   So they were soon going for it again, and I have to admit, I was kind of losing the will to watch by this point as I felt that I'd seen it all already. He had her legs lifted really high though, and again I offered to assist in positioning, but again was basically told to politely sod off (by both of them this time). So I sat at the back of the room and listened to him basically fuck the life out of her poor body, with her almost bent in half underneath him so that he could drive in to her with incredible deepness and force. Yes she came, as he did, and yes - it was bloody loud.   Missing my Moment on stage   After a good few minutes of breathless recover, she ushered me over, and said something like, "You got anything for me..?" and motioned towards her red cheeked face. Bull was still inside her, smiling at me, as it to say, 'I've got no idea mate?' I told her I was confused, to which she said, "You were gonna, you know - over my face..?" "Shit...yeah..." I'd completely forgotten my gift from her to me, with everything going on that I wasn't supposed to have wanked already, I was supposed to have wanked over her post-sex face after bull had finished. But with everything I had just seen, I had completely lost track of what I was supposed to be doing. She was NOT impressed, as for her it was her way of bringing me in, to have a role - and also to offer me the chance that I had never done with her before, to cum over her pretty face.   A little Awkwardness at the end...   And yes there was a little awkwardness at the end, in three ways -   1 Once her bull had pulled out of her, there was an expectation from both of them that I was going to go down on her, although he realised very quickly that I wasn't up to the task, laughed a little and went to clean himself up and get dressed. She however was very unimpressed, as this was part of our agreement over what I'd do, and I'd already let her down with the forgotten facial role.   2 With him dressed and ready to leave in a matter of minutes, she threw her kimono on and then both of us walked him to the front door of the flat, but then she proceeded in French kissing him in front of the open door for about another two minutes whilst I stood there like a right lemon. Anyone could have walked by too, the street outside had people walking by.... He then shook my hand and winked, before turning to leave.   3 And finally, she then turned and said "I suppose you wanna fuck me too now then..?" I really wanted to say, "Well not if you are going to put it like that, no!!!" But I didn't have the balls to say that to her. Anyway, she didn't even wait for a reply, she threw her kimono off and climbed back on the unmade bed, tucked her hair out of the way and parted her thighs for me - offering me her swollen and well-fucked pussy. I guess that I was being offered the same position, with her on her back, so I lifted her legs up higher than I normally would have done, having just seen how she had liked being fucked. I went to kiss her, she did kiss me back a bit, but broke off soon after, clearly not wanting to engage quite as much as he had just done so with bull - but that was fine. The thing that I really noticed though, was that as my cock sunk in and out of her, her pussy felt like it had been lubricated with engine oil, it was so smooth..... I have to admit that usually I struggle not to cum, but with the slippery smoothness of her, and the semi distant look about her face, I was loving it. She cried out (after a while), for me to 'Fuck me Harder..!', 'Fuck me Deeper..!' and so I gave her absolutely everything I had, fucking her even harder that I had done on our wedding night.... I think she came, although it was a different kind of orgasm, but I most certainly came, deep inside her...   I hope that you enjoyed reading my version of what happened on Saturday, and Will be interested to read any comments that you may wish to make, and will make every effort to reply to them all if required.   Mark x

Fetish Wrestling, Forced Bi/ Cuckolding Duo

Amanda Hunt and I had a forced bi and cuckolding duo session with a regular of mine in Dubai. He emailed me the scenario which was to be an alpha couple honey trap. Here’s what he sent me= Amanda had long suspected her landord had been sneaking into her apartment while she was away and rifling through her knicker draw. Determined to confront his disgraceful behaviour, she set her “Honeytrap”. She requested him to attend the apartment on the pretence of some minor electrical problems. Also drafted in was new boyfriend Oz who was more than happy to hide in the apartment and help her confront this pest. He was keen to impress his stunning new English girlfriend and punishing this pervert was sure going to help him in his quest to get her in the sack! The Landlord arrived early on Monday morning and believing he was alone with Amanda immediately started demonstrating his sex pest tendencies, making all sorts of crude references while at the same time hardly taking his eyes off the pretty blonde’s curves. Seeing Amanda dressed in short skirt and crisp blouse our poor Landlord was completely mesmerised – of course this was all part of Amanda’s cunning plan to tease him into showing his true colours right in front of her boyfriend! As she bent down showing off her cute butt for the umpteenth time, our desperate Landlord simply couldn’t control himself any longer and reached out touching her thighs… Snap went the honeytrap and the Landlord was caught! Amanda immediately shrieked in faux horror – “what are you doing you dirty pervert?” she shrieked… Cue boyfriend Oz to enter the room… Well, our confused LandLord could only stammer and stutter as Oz demanded to know what was going on while Amanda was quick to point out in explicit detail the naughty landlord’s unwanted attentions. The Landlord tries to make a run for the door, but Oz is too quick for him and the two men grapple with each other. It doesn’t take long for Oz to take down his opponent before straddling him securely in a schoolboy pin. Landlord struggles in vain, but Alpha Oz is in total control as he has his weaker opponent securely pinned and at his mercy. How humiliating it is to be physically overpowered by stronger man while his model girlfriend looks on highly amused! After deliberating what to do further with Pervert, the Alpha couple decide that some humiliating punishment is in order to teach the jerk a lesson. First up is a forced stripping – the horrified captive can do little to stop this Hot Couple stripping him of all his clothes. Red with shame, what little dignity the poor man had left was about to be completely lost in the moments to follow…. If only every real life groper, sex pest, cat caller, kerb crawler, position of power abuser, drink spiker, date word not permitted and celebrity pervert were to receive an Oz style wrestling takedown, forced disrobement and unceremonious teabagging,   the #MeToo movement would have their champion!

ozdominlondon

ozdominlondon

hotwife Saturday 5th Jan - A Wife’s Perspective...

So I recently became a Hot Wife, with my Bull (Rob), but as my husband Mark wasn’t present at the time we both didn’t really feel fully-fledged. Saturday the 5th of January 2019 was our chosen day to put things right...

Firstly - As in saying we are by no means experts, so please don’t judge us if we seem to have missed some element that other consider vital for a hot wife, Bull, or cuck afternoon session... We are learning as we go...

The Venue

After the semi-car crash of my first meeting with my Bull Rob, where we started at his flat (for a disaster) and then reconvened later that day at our house - both Mark and I wanted to meet in neutral ground this time. Therefore Mark kindly arranged and paid for the hire of a lovely two bedroom apartment for us all to use for the day. Hence, crisp white sheets and a lovely Queen Sized bed....

The Build up

After a mid-morning shower, once I’d blow dried my hair, Mark came into the main bedroom to help to get me ready. He really deserved to, especially as he had put such thought and detail into my outfit which consisted of a sheer Black bodice, hold-ups and beautiful black suede heels. I wasn’t wearing knickers, which was a deliberate decision, but I was given a black satin kimono robe to wear, so that it wouldn’t be obvious to our Bull that I was knickerless - until I chose the moment to show him.
As for hair and make-up, I kept it simple, no fake eyelashes, or caked foundation, I didn’t even straighten by long blonde hair, as I wanted the flow for the afternoon to feel as natural as possible. But here as some of the more obvious details that may wish to know - we opted for perfume (after checking with our Bull) and thought that the subtly but sexual tones of Jean Paul Gaultier - Classic, would be perfect. Yes, I wore my wedding ring, and yes I was completely shaven, as I am most of the time.

If I run through the afternoon moment by moment there are a few risks, one that I bore the socks off you, and secondly that I forget something as some elements are still in a bit of a haze for me, so I’m going to talk through a few highlights -

Arrival & Catching up

Firstly, on answering the door to my Bull, I couldn’t help but to show my delight that he had really made an effort with his attire. Back suit, crisp white shirt, unbutton but with a dickie bow in his pocket in-case I wanted him to wear it, as he knows that I’m a massive Bond fan. Secondly he arrived with flowers, and not just any flowers but an amazing bouquet that must have cost him a fortune.
After some polite chit chat between the three of us, Mark tended to the flowers as Bull and I headed off to the main bedroom to catch up properly. I must say that it felt kind of weird taking Rob by the hand to lead him away, and saying “You’ll be ok here for a bit whilst we catch up won’t you..?” To Mark as he glanced down at my hand-holding antics, but we had pre-discussed this.
Once alone together in the room, me sat on the bed cross-legged, and Bull sat on the single chair next to the bed (not being at all presumptuous), he complimented me on my satin kimono and then my nylon-clad thighs and lovely shoes. He had just said something about my hair when he stopped himself to present me with another gift, a gift wrapped charm for my bracket. It was a silver letter 'R', which was just perfect, which instantly led me to hold my arms out and say, “Get over here, to let me say thank you properly...”

We were soon French kissing passionately, his hand cupping my face, stroking my hair and gently rubbing my back through the kimono. It was lucky that he wasn’t at all pushy, as I really felt that we had all afternoon to kiss like this, we both seemed to be enjoying so much. Looking back, I reckon that just one single French kiss must have lasted nearly ten minutes. It was so good to be alone with him once more, despite my chin beginning to feel like it was going to fall off from jaw ache and the irritation caused by his minor stubble.

Going with the Flow

Now a lot happened, it what must have been a good twenty to thirty minutes from that first kiss, basically  a lot of mutual groping and reacquainting. But where I’d like to drop back in to was where I did something that I didn’t initiate last time and that was to take him in my mouth (I hate the term blow job by the way). Anyway, I had him stripped from the waist down, with his shorty unbuttoned and my kimono opened so he had a good view of my body as I began to luck as around his bell-end, psyching myself up to take him in my mouth properly.
Now at this point I must add that I was faintly aware that Mark had now actually entered the room (as loosely planned), but I really had no idea what he could see from my own positioning. Nevertheless I finally boldly engulfed Bulls throbbing penis, wrapping him, licking him, lubricating him... And then, quite by surprise I felt my long hair being held back, from an angle that mean that it couldn’t have been from my Bull. Clearly it was Mark, somehow positioned near us, holding my hair back in a makeshift ponytail so that my Bull could really appreciate the oral skills of his hot wife.
Although I have to be honest and admit that I haven’t been the greatest fan of giving oral over the last decade, to be fair - maybe only when we are both merry and on holiday, I have to say that having Rob’s penis filling my mouth was a massive turn on for me. Was it the size, as in length, the girth (which felt really thick compared to Mark), or maybe it was just the throbbing solid keenness that (to be honest) I’ve never felt in Mark’s..? God knows, all of the above probably.. And then... I heard my Bull speak, commanding Mark for the very first time, clearly having had enough of Mark holding my hair back he said, “That’s enough now mate, can you get back to your chair?”
I kept my eyes closed, hoping this wasn’t going to lead to a passion-killing argument, but Mark simply let go of my hair and said something like, “Yeah, yeah, sure mate, sorry...”
With Bulls hands now either side of my head, and controlling the pace, whilst also daring me to take on more depth, it wasn’t long at all before his breathing had spun out of control and his hands suddenly held my head in a vice-like grip.

I waited, paused - but knowing...

Moments seemed to pass - I do feel quite ashamed to admit this but I have never actually let Mark cum inside my mouth, I used to give him oral a lot when I was 18 or so, but never to that point. In fact, I’d only ever experienced a guy cunning in my mouth once before and that was after a nightclub on a family holiday in Tenerife when I was 17, but that’s another story. I’m not even sure whether I thought these thoughts as my Bull finally began to erupt but as his first spurt hit my tonsils I can remember thinking, ‘Christ, that felt powerful!’

I did however manage to contain his load, despite having asking him to stop wanking or having sex three days ago... I felt proud of that, but then I think that I messed up a bit, as I dutifully swallowed his warm salty paste, without it being viewed by either my satisfied Bull, or my now wanking husband, who was still stood facing us in the corner of the large room.
Undettered, having just seen Mark wanking over the sight of his wife blasted in the face with a younger mans seed, I made sure that I lovingly licked Rob’s gorgeous penis clean.
I knew not to kiss him immediately, excusing myself to the bathroom for a quick drink of water, but what I later thought that I should have done was to have offered Mark a sloppy French kiss after climbing up from Rob. Again, I’m learning.... 

The Main Event

I’m not going to go through all the details of the chat that the three of us had as we recuperated, or the various steps Bull and I took to ease ourselves towards penetrative sex, but what I will say is that what that man can do with his tongue is nothing short of incredible. I can recall how Rob’s tongue was working it’s magic against my clit, as I held onto Mark’s hand tightly, whilst he sat aside from my face at the top end of the bed, whilst Rob worked wonders. I occasionally opened my eyes to look at my husbands face, as he offered me words of encouragement whilst he stroked my hair from my brow.
It wasn’t at all long before I found myself experiencing a body shattering orgasm at their hands. And it was the nearest I’ve been to a fully-fledged threesome in my entire life. That was a special moment.

And so, finally - on the the main event, the penetrative sex, although I have to admit that I’ve often found the journey towards this stage more enjoyable than the actual sex itself.
By my own admission I am a bit of a lazy lover, as I’m not at all great at trying out new or even different positions. I just love to lay on my back as I find that the best way to surrender myself in order to guarantee an orgasm. If I’m trying too hard, I often don’t cum.
So what did the scene here look like? Well, Rob, my Bull, penetrated me missionary shortly after a semi-awkward conversation where Mark had offered him a selection of condoms which brought out Rob’s muted response of, “Thanks, but we won’t be using those mate...” and then looking over to me for confirmation and me looking to my own husband and saying, “I’d rather feel him inside me properly Mark....”

For the sex itself, Mark managed to stay close through the early stages of my Bull easing himself deeply inside of me, with my thighs held widely apart. Again I was able to occasionally look at Mark, and he’d stroke my hair etc; but after a short while I just wanted to concentrate on Rob. Thankfully Rob soon sensed this, as when he maneuvered me so that my thighs were scissored back under me and over my head, Mark tried to assist by holding my right ankle back and in place. It was at that point that Rob said, “Look mate, do you want to give us some space and go and sit back over there again...?”
I can’t recall Mark’s reply, as with my legs bent back so far that I was literally bent in half, Rob began to fuck me really deeply, and I mean really deeply - smashing into my clit with each thrust. It was the kind of fucking that I literally never get at home - and it was bliss. Sorry...
Mark was well out of my sight, somewhere at the back of the room, and must have been shocked by the loudness if not just my rhythmic panting as Rob kept ramping up both the pace and the depth, but then the wailing cries of “Just fuck be Rob, just fucking do it, just fuck me.... Give it to me Rob, yes harder, harder yes Rob, just do it Rob...!”
I know it sound really cheesy, but I was just completely lost in the moment of it all, so much so that I wasn’t even aware that he was about to cum inside me. But when his gorgeous penis began to spurt inside me, I suddenly felt it - In fact I felt like I’d been plugged into the mains electricity supply as his body seemed to have some kind of seizure whilst pumping my willing pussy full of his semen.

I could pretend that it wasn’t awkward between the three of us after both Rob and I had cum, but it definitely was. I think Mark was struggling to be honest, seeing the state of my face post-sex, watching me French kiss Rob as he tried to ask whether I was physically ok, I just felt very distant from Mark ( hence why we’ve not really logged in to the cuckold forum since, as we felt that we really needed a couple of days to reconnect as a couple).

The After-party

In all honesty, Rob was dressed and gone within 20 minutes of cuming inside me, and there were no hard feelings that he was leaving so soon after the event. We had chatted, we had kissed, we had had some great sex, and again kissed - there reason was quite literally no reason for him to stay any longer, and risk creating any tension within him own homelife.

Now, I'm sure that you've already spotted that I've made no reference to Mark willingly going down on me, as Rob's freshly whipped cream oozed from me? Would he really 'do that' in front of our bull, well even I don't think that he is ready for that kind of humiliation yet - but bear with us, as we are working on these things... However, he wasn't going to get away from me, scot-free, so to speak, because just as soon as I'd French kissed Rob goodbye at the front door of the apartment, I walked purposely back to the scene of the crime, to find Mark.
I grabbed him, kissed him, and said something like, "Come on then, lets see if you can cope with it..."
"Cope with what..?", he replied, kissing me back but probably sensing that every part of me was now bathed in the scent of Rob's rich Mediterranean smelling aftershave.
"Fucking me, with my pussy full of another man's fresh spunk..." I purred.

He didn't need asking twice, and he lasted a bloody long time too, although he later admitted that he'd already cum when he was stood near the back on the room, whilst wanking over the sight of me looking like I was gagging as Rob's first load had been word not permitted into my throat, which I had to laugh at. But... I will save Mark's detailed run through of The After-party for another day, as it is only fair that he should conclude her 'Version of Events' with what happened at the end of the afternoon, if he has the inclination to follow on and also post a blog entry.

So, that's it... Here I am, sat in the kitchen on my laptop late on a Sunday night, recounting it all whilst it's still fresh, just for you - so I hope that you enjoyed me sharing this with you? If you did, and you wouldn't mind, would you please leave a comment below, as I read them all - and just like the Forum posts, they do tend to inspire me to do more, and go further...

K x

Katherine

Katherine

 

Moving from Wannabe to Full Cuck

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sam789

sam789

The end of 2018 and promise for 2019

I have really mixed feelings about our progress in the cuckolding lifestyle. I had this desire to be cucked for many years before I confessed it to my wife and I was really thankful that she took it as well as she did. Of course at first there was some confusion and suspicion that I might be angling for some other women but after a while it really sank in that I was genuine when I said I just wanted to share her with other men. At first she didn't like the humiliation side, she felt guilty or concerned how I might feel inside with real humiliation talk but with encouragement from several bulls she found that it was actually a lot of fun and she relaxed as she grew to feel more confident that she and I both got much from it. The reality is I have a small dick and I often cum on contact, within seconds or minutes at most. I can't remember the last time I managed 5 minutes, it must have been in our early marital or dating days. Sure I try all the tricks like thinking of something serious but it doesn't work that well and as soon as I let myself enjoy the situation I'm in it's all over. The early humiliation play was when she would tell me how it was nice but it was a shame I didn't last longer. From there we could talk about how other men would last longer and reach places I could never hope to. From there it just became something we could openly laugh about together, how small my cock is and how quickly I cum and how a real man would really hit the spot. Making that step to being able to use terms like "real man" and "cucky" together has really made things more fun and honest between us. She will talk about other men all the time in bed now. If she's horny she'll immediately start to talk about what some bull would do to her and if she turns herself on enough she'll pounce on me but will talk about other men throughout, often closing her eyes to imagine them. It has just become a natural part of our sex life now, if we can't talk about other men then she can't get fired up. But she hasn't bedded another man yet and I find that frustrating. I see it in her eyes and the way she acts that she wants to but she worries about doing it for real. She usually uses excuses like it isn't easy with little ones and when do we have the time to have a night away with a bull. I could arrange it of course but I want her to be relaxed and ask for it as much as me just organising it. Maybe that's wrong, maybe I should just arrange it. Just before Christmas I managed to arrange for my parents to look after the little ones for a night so I could take J to a hotel and as soon as we were there she was fired up. We jumped in bed and she started to talk about a bull called John and she told me how she wasn't sure about having a bull inside her, she thinks for now she just wants me inside her, but she does like the idea of having a bull in her mouth as I take her. She has always loved sucking cock and cum and I think in her head, the way she describes it, blowing guys isn't cheating and is safe fun while having a man inside her is when it crosses a risky line. Knowing how horny she gets though and how quickly I finish I doubt she'd settle for a bull just in her mouth at the time but it's how she sees it as a safe bit of fun. She also opened up that night to a fantasy she has of orally pleasuring multiple men at once, I think she's seen some pictures and videos of wives circle sucking a few guys and its got her going.   But I do find it frustrating that she hasn't gone the distance but I'm also happy that I've never had to push and she now openly enjoys exploring the lifestyle, even talking to a few bulls on Kik or even the idea of meeting bulls socially and she enjoys humiliating me a bit which includes making me clean up after sex every time while taunting me. Also, this recent talk about orally pleasuring men isn't cheating and would be fun but not penetrative straight away make me feel that we're very close. But we've been close before and I worry that she will continue to hold herself back no matter how much she desires it. We know a local bull that she's interested in and it was him she was talking about when she was telling me that blowing a guy would be fun so I think I really need to arrange a date with him. She clearly likes him and thinks about orally pleasuring quite a lot so it'll be a natural next step I hope. Hopefully we can start 2019 with some more action.

coupleoxford

coupleoxford

hotwife 'Seal Broken’ as I finally join the HotWives Club

“So today is the day...” I thought as soon as I woke up. As today, Tuesday is the day that I’m going to try and engineer becoming a fully fledged hotwife, with the help of my albeit unknowing ‘Bull’ - Rob, a work colleague.
The groundwork had been well and truly laid, last Friday at the Office Christmas Party, ready for today - Tuesday. He was already scheduled as ‘working from home’, so I had adjusted my working pattern to be ‘working from home’ on the same day as him. Mid morning I’d message him, at about 10am to tell him that I had a work based problem, and I’d ask whether I could possibly pop over at say 11am to discuss it and hopefully get some help  from him. So how would I fair, I figured that I would probably ‘crash and burn’, or at the very least have to reschedule for another day? At the furthest point from my mind was the thought of success... I just couldn’t allow myself to indulge in those thoughts and what success might feel like after 13 years of having sex with the same man.   I messaged Rob at 9:30 saying something about a work-based issue and asking if could I pop over at about 11am for a chat seeing the were both working outside the office today. Thankfully he responded straight away saying, “That's fine Katie, yes pop round at 11 and I’ll buzz you in. It’s Flat 3.” Part one - To be invited round to his place - Complete. I turned up at the flat bang on time, with two coffees in hand. Rob welcomed me inside and had clearly understood what I was there for, as he’d clearly read the signs from last Friday's Christmas party - because just as soon as I had gotten inside the door he took the coffees from me, placed them on the hall table and French kissed me deeply. I didn’t even get the chance to joke with him that I’d come round without my wedding ring on...! From that point on-wards there were no words, only actions, so I apologise that I can’t share the dialogue. All I’ll say is that by 11:15 we were both sat, drinking those coffees, that were still warm. Here’s what happened - Rob kissed me passionately as I French kissed him back, furiously. His hands were soon everywhere, starting by holding my face, my hair before moving a hand downwards to grip my arse as we kissed. Before long he was groping at my boobs through my top and had his other hand under my skirt and was frantically rubbing my crotch through my tights as we kissed.
He then pulled back breaking away from kissing me, grabbed me by the hand to lead me playfully into the lounge where he encouraged me to lay down on the large rug in the centre of the room, smiling and saying something like, “Ok.....?”
Within moments, my boots were off, my skirt too, and then my tights and kickers were unceremoniously yanked down past my knees, off one leg and hanging off the calf of my other leg. And then he was ‘in me’, no talk of a condom, no real foreplay, he was just inside me. It felt incredible and yet horribly rushed all at the same time. But most importantly of all just SO different from 13 years of sex with Mark.
And then....
After having just yanked my top up and grabbing at my bra cups like a teenager to get his hands on my boobs, he began to get into a real rhythm - Then, without any prior warning - he suddenly began to cum.
Thankfully, sensing it, I orgasmed too - as his hot jets filled me, one hand still clamped on my right boob, crushing my hard nipple. And that was that.... leaving us sat on the sofa a few minutes later, my tights and knickers back on, but my skirt still in the floor - sharing a coffee sheepishly and also sharing an awkward silence together about what we had just done. I thought on my feet though, he was soon apologetic about having cum inside me after a mere 40 seconds, and so I seized the moment as an opportunity and dared to say, “Look Rob, that was all a bit rushed to be honest, and probably not what we were both expecting was it...?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry...”
I continued with, “Look, if you have a bit more time, we could try again - start again..?”
“What here, but what if she...?”
“No, at my place, maybe after lunch? Just give me the chance to get home and cleaned up and changed, yeah..?” I suggested.
“But what about your husband...? Won’t he be home or isn’t there a risk of him coming home..?” “He knows I’m here Rob....” Pause “Fuck that’s crazy!!! And he’s ok with this...?” He asked, half laughing. “He just wants me to be happy.... let’s just leave it at that for now...” So there you have it, and at just after 2pm I opened the door to Rob and let him inside my marital home. Round Two... Once inside and out of view of my neighbours, we kissed, but took things far more slowly this time. I greeted him in a dressing down, but once upstairs showed him that I was wearing a leopard print camisole and French knickers which he certainly seemed to approve of...
“And on your bed, where you sleep with your husband...?” He asked doubtfully, as I moved towards the king sized bed.
“Well it’s the only bed for adults in my house Rob, and I don’t really fancy doing it on the living room floor, like earlier back in your flat....” I laughed. So we took our time, we kissed, we played, I licked and gave him a long and loving BJ which felt SO weird that to be honest I wasn’t that comfortable with it at all - it just felt far TOO intimate for me.. He then had me lying down naked on my back so that he could pleasure me orally, which I have to say I found far more agreeable, and then - with both of us properly ready this time - we ‘did it’. And when the time came to finally ‘do it’ we did it slowly and passionately, again with me on my back - with my legs folded back under him and hooked over his broad shoulders. Did I orgasm? - Hell yes...!
Did he cum again? - Of course he did, inside me once more. He was at mine for nearly two hours in all, and by the time he left the house at 3:50pm we both had a clear understanding that ‘this’ is NOT an affair, but that he may get to occasionally ‘do this with me’ with my husbands full blessing.
“If you want to, that is...?” I then asked, suddenly doubting myself and thinking that he may not want to ‘play’ again.
He laughed, probably thinking about whether to wind me up or not with his reply, but thankfully he didn’t, as he said, “No, no - I’d love to do this again... As long as no one knows...” “No one but us, and my husband of course....” I replied. So now I’m laid on the bed, an hour after Rob had left, writing this all down - whilst it’s all fresh in my head, waiting for Mark (who has been held up but originally wanted to get home for 4pm go see me just after Rob had left).
I’m not showering though, so I needed something to do, to keep busy whilst lying her on the bed - and to help to preserve the evidence, pooled between my thighs, ready to Mark to explore as he arrives home (hopefully not with the word not permitted!). So.... my husband thought I’d ‘bottle it’, I’m sure he did. But hopefully he will feel very proud of me now... Katherine - Newly Qualified Hotwife

Katherine_and_Mark

Katherine_and_Mark

hotwife The Office Xmas Party, From the Wife's Perspective

So I left my marital home, with a plan to 'sow the seed', so to speak, as in to hint to Rob, my 26 year old fellow co-worker that this married and respectable woman may be interested and available, BUT... with a strict list of cuckolding conditions..? 'Maybe I'd skip mentioning that last bit to Rob - for now though...'   Well, what did I wear, I can hear you all asking - Well a red dress, but with a black detailing so that I didn't appear like some kind of Siren, black heels, to match the detailing, and black tights - as it is December out there after-all...   Anyway, so after the formality of the main Christmas meal, which always seems to take forever doesn't it, we all finally moved to the venue's bar area, where the conversation was aided by 2 hours of a free bar, and each of us being able to mix in our own social circles, rather than the pre-prescribed seating plan of the dinner.   I knew that I had a job to do, and I just couldn't wait to get near to Rob, not to pounce, but to Drop the Bomb, so to speak. My problem was, that Laura - blonde (badly dyed) 22, single and with annoyingly pert boobs was already chatting him, leaving me feeling like, 'Christ sakes Laura, he's nearly 27 and already got a girlfriend..?' My next problem, was Paul, Rob's Office Mate, who could talk to Rob about football for at least ten hours a day I was sure. In fact sometimes I actually felt my eyes closing at my desk when they were comparing stats, and I wasn't even involved in the conversation.   So that was it basically, it wasn't going well at all and we were rapidly heading way towards and then past 11pm. I felt completely invisible...   After giving myself a pep-talk in the mirror of the ladies bathroom, I walked back in to the room just as the music had been cranked up another notch, the notch that had finally managed to encourage Rob and a few other to the dance-floor. Obviously Pert Laura was already dancing by this stage, but I interjected, siding up to Rob, and saying something completely crap like, 'Good isn't it..?' He lent right in, his nose brushing my ear, skin on skin, as he bluntly replied with, "What..?" "Nothing..." I shrugged through the din of the music, laughing, before then reaching for both of his hands in front of me as we danced, trying to synchronize us, but he was a pretty hopeless dancer. He then pulled my fingers tightly, so that I was inadvertently pulled towards him, and then he said, "You look nice tonight, really nice..." I heard that alright, but it wasn't my cue, it was way too noisy, too busy. "Thanks..." I mouthed back, smiling before looking down at the floor coyly.   We were just breaking away, both from the dance-floor and from holding hands playfully, when it happened, the music stopped. The DJ (if you can call him that), then placed a slow song on the turntables and everyone, including Rob and I looked at each other as if to say, "WTF, do we dance to this..?" 'Ladies and Gentleman, so mark the end of a fantastic night, couple up and enjoy a dance with those nearest and dearest to round of the evening...!' the DJ blurted. The track was 'Take My Breath Away by Berlin, the theme to Top Gun'. Rob looked across at all the rest of our work colleagues, coupling up for some piss-take slow dancing, and just like the rest of them, we followed suit...   In a slight deviation to the version that I shared with Mark once home, Rob immediately pulled me close, whispering 'I love this song' into my ear, through my blonde hair. I pressed my head to his, aiming to maintain the closeness, and he didn't pull away. I then turned my cheek so that I was closer to his ear, and cheekily said, 'So you fancied yourself as a bit of a Top Gun back in the day, did you..?' His hands pulled me tight, as if to say that I was being really cheeky, and we looked at one another laughing face to face, nose to nose. But despite Mark's theory, Rob's hand were actually placed on the small of my back, as I had stated, but tightly so, so that he could fully appreciate the beginning of the curvature of my arse just an inch or two below where he was holding me. That soon changed though... Without me really noticing, as Rob finally replied with, 'Yeah I guess I was a bit of a Top Gun back in the day... How about you...?' I looked up at him, as if to laugh at the absurdity of what he'd just said, or asked about me and my past etc - But all I could think about was the fact that his hands were now firmly placed over each cheek of my arse - as if it was completely appropriate to do so. "Oh shit - yeah, sorry I forget - you got married at like 17, 18 didn't you..? What's his name again, I always forget..?" I smiled, not offended - "Mark. His name is Mark, and no, I didn't marry him at 17 or 18, we got married  years ago, we've just been together since I was 18..." "Oh, I see... Well you must've had some opportunities to have some fun before getting hitched then..?" "I'm married, not dead, or on death row Rob...!" I laughed, looking up at him in the half light, straight into his dark eyes, my hands pressed firmly into his bulky but seemingly toned shoulders...   The song played out, another started, but I can't recall what it was as I knew that I was nearly out of time. I needed to say something, something to firm this up, but without sounding desperate. And not sounding like two close work friends talking openly about whether or not they'd have much of a life before settling down.   "So... on your basis of you're free to play a little until that ring goes on, how about you Rob, being unmarried but with a girlfriend, you're not quite dead yet are you..?" "No, no, I guess that, well - if the opportunity..." I cut him off with, "So if I popped over to your flat one afternoon,and then realised that I'd accidentally forgotten to put my wedding ring on then, you have better not let me inside had you..?" It was at this point, that I was completely aware of a certain swelling, pressing from the fitted material of his trousers, towards my lower belly. He's a tall guy, and if I ever do look at 'porn', I'm always looking for 'a match up' where the guy is significantly taller, and broader than the woman. Making her look really petite, so when I see them naked on the photos, his erect cock looks incredible to me, pressing high into the small of her back - way above her bum, or against her belly, as they stand together before sex.... This was like that, 'I imagined', me and Rob.... His cock, or what I could sense of it, felt high, thanks to his height compared to mine... Something Mark could never achieve... "Well...?" Rob asked. "I'm sorry, I was daydreaming, what was that Rob..?" "I said, if you did pop over to mine, on a week day afternoon, when Stacey isn't about - then no, I definitely wouldn't let you inside the flat, as I just wouldn't trust myself... You'd be in trouble, let's just say that..."   I smiled, maybe a little too broadly.   I then said, "That's Ok. I'll take that, as a compliment Rob...."   Rob lent forwards, and placed a platonic kiss straight onto the centre of my forehead.It seemed platonic, and would have looked platonic to the likes of Pert Laura, as afterwards I simply placed my head on his chest as the music faded, but to me, it was a kiss that was as far away from being a platonic as it could ever have been. He may as well have French kissed me, there and then, right in-front of the entire workforce....   So... as you know, when I got home, I told Mark about several elements of this conversation etc etc, but I'm sure you'll agree that my version of what actually happened, the version I initially shared with Mark, actually softens things a little for his delicate ears....   Once thing I will say though, is that once we'd gone to bed, and with me still fully made-up and in a party spirit, I recall that as Mark began to make love to me, or have sex with me, despite my tiredness.... I was only thinking of one thing.... That throbbing cock that was momentarily pressed against my belly earlier in the evening. Trying to imagine it's size, it's girth, the feeling of it penetrating me for the first time... And as Mark fucked me, all I could think about was those thoughts about Rob's cock, again and again and again... And Mark certainly helped me to bring that fantasy to life, as he set out in giving me my post Office Christmas Party Sex-Session...   Thank you Mark, that certainly 'worked' for me..!   Katherine

Katherine_and_Mark

Katherine_and_Mark

 

Being made a Cuck Husband

My wife who I can only describe as being in her 40's and pretty shy was arranging another meet with a guy, we have had  a few meets with guys previously as a couple and some as a threesome kind of thing as I always enjoyed watching her being pleasured by another man and being part of it. Sharing is caring and all that stuff. I left her to making the arrangements after all the guy is more interested in her more than myself. I did notice that it took her a few weeks longer to make final arrangements like a date and a time, but I just put this down to him being a busy person.

The day of the meet arrived it was a Thursday afternoon and I noticed she was exchanging more text messages than normal on our play phone with this guy leading up to the meet. She asked me to help her get ready and while doing so she said to me "You will do all that is asked of you today won't you" I thought what a strange thing to say she said "Promise me you will and I want you to enjoy this meet but promise me" I put this down to nerves meeting a new guy "Ok honey I promise I will"was the reply. "When he arrives will you please open the door and let him into the living room and keep your promise" was the next line from her. "If you want me to of course I will"

2pm came and a dark colored car pulled up, a tall fit looking guy wearing a suit (My wife loves men in suits) got out of the car, he came to the door. I opened the door and said "hello" there was no reply. I pointed to the living room he walked right in I closed the door turned the key and locked it. By the time I walked into the living room the two of them were standing there kissing like long lost lovers it was very horny to watch. I just sat down watching them seems they never noticed me his hands were all over her.

Finally they took a break. They stood there and he said "my name is Colin" as I was about to speak he said "and your name is Cuck" I was slightly thrown by this comment and he could tell by the look on my face. "You have not told him have you" he asked my wife. "Tell him now" She looked at me and said " This is Colin and while he is in our house he is the man of the house, you are meaningless to me when he is here, you mean nothing to me when he is here he owns us both and you will be our cuck and do all that is asked" With this he said to her "Now show him why" at this she unzipped his trousers and pulled out such a big thick cock that took us both by surprise. Then he walked over to me  his big thick rigid cock sticking out pulled me onto my feet, proceeded to pull my trousers down and got my cock out (yes it was hard) then he said to Frances "Tell him again why I am the man of the house" She was on her knees both cocks in her hands looking up at me and said "Your pathetic cock will never be able to fuck me like Colin's big thick cock ever can, I need a real mans cock inside me I need to feel my pussy get stretched and your cock cannot compete" At that he guided his big cock to her mouth and I watched as her lips wrapped around his girth as they started sliding up and down his shaft. "Today you pathetic excuse of a man I own her pussy today I am going to make you watch me fuck your wife and stretch her, my cock is going to own her she is mine while I am in this house what am I? "You are the man of the house" I replied "Stand up you cock sucking slut" he said to her she stopped sucking him and stood up "now slip her pants off for me and feel how wet her pussy is" he said to me and as I did so I must admit she was soaking wet. He guided her to the sofa lay her down and pulled me over on my knees he parted her legs and told me to hold his big thick rigid cock. "Slide my cock into your wife's pussy cuck" he said and with that I could feel how thick his cock really was as I held his cock for the first time. I slid the head in slowly I could see her pussy lips part and I could see the wetness of her ready to take him. I was trying to be gentle the head of his cock struggled to get in as she had never taken a cock this size before. I felt it pop in after a bit of moving it around "now slide my length into her" was his next command at this Frances was starting to make pleasurable noises and I could see her face change as she was feeling his girth stretch her and his length fill her up. I must admit being so close and watching his big cock slide into her and see how wide her pussy was to accommodate this cock was amazing.

I could see how wet she was as I could see his length sliding and out of her and he was being gentle with her not pounding her. I could tell from the facial expressions and the noises she was making she was enjoying this filled up feeling in her pussy. I was amazed how she was able to take his girth I always knew she liked length but this girth it looked totally different seeing her pussy so filled up. He was sliding in and out of her for about 5 to 6 minutes and he could tell I was enjoying the very close up view of the hardness of his cock inside my wife. He then took his cock out and I could see her juice along his shaft. Colin grabbed me by the hair and pushed his cock in my face and shouted at me "Lick your wife's juice of my cock you excuse for a man" and as I already promised her I would do all that was asked of me, my tongue was sliding up and down his shaft "that's it cuck taste her pussy form a  real mans cock this cock is going to fuck your wife constantly from now on so much so your cock will feel like nothing inside her, tell me you are a pathetic fuck, tell her she is going to put me first when I am in your home" "Yes sir I am a pathetic fuck with my small cock Frances and when Colin is here you always have to put him first while he is in our home" and with that I could feel Colin's cock slide in between my lips I knew then he wanted me to suck his cock. I have never sucked cock before "That's it you fucking cock sucking husband take my cock feel what I am going to fuck Frances with" I could tell he was getting off on treating me like this in front of her. Frances was still  on the sofa her lips still apart I could see her wetness I could she was turned on watching her husband sucking this mans cock, being forced to lick his cock and his balls to make sure I tasted all her pussy juice form him. "Right Cuck where's the bedroom I need to fuck Frances good and proper" With that I headed towards the living room door I looked around and Frances was standing up he was kissing her his hand in between her legs feeling her wet wet pussy, "Go to the bedroom cuck and get naked and stand in the nearest corner to the bed" was his next instruction. "Yes sir" was my reply. It felt like ages before they came up stairs but as I could not hear any noise I assume they were kissing and touching each other. When they did come up he said to me "right cuck take off all my clothes" and I have to admit he did have a nice body but the one thing that stood out was his girth. He then helped Frances out of her lingerie lay her on the bed and once again started to kiss her on the lips for a while on the boobs and then down to her pussy. I could see his mouth over her wet pussy and I could see his tongue darting all over it sliding into her "hmm you taste so good Frances, your wife tastes good doesn't she cuck even off my cock she taste's good " "she does taste good sir even from your cock" I watched as I could see he was building her up to an orgasm I know when she is going to cum from an oral orgasm her body started to arch up and I could tell this was getting closer "don't stop keep licking  don't stop give me your tongue" was all she kept repeating until finally she exploded and writhed and shook in complete heaven of an intense orgasm. The one thing I must tell you about Frances is that as soon as she has an oral orgasm she needs to feel cock inside her straight away she loves this and Colin was obviously told this by her before hand  I could see the massive head of his cock parting her juicy lips trying to get inside her once that head popped in it was not long before inch after inch of his hard long rigid cock was inside her, not it all as he was starting slow long stokes I could see from her face she was loving this. I could see after 10 minutes of slowly sliding in and out of her his cock was starting to go further in and her legs raised to make sure he was able to get deeper into her, by this time I could see his whole length was starting to slide in her. I could see  a bit of speed gathering and as soon as that started without a word from Colin she looked at me as his cock was now building up pace and she shouted at me "This is what I need a real cock in me, a real man fucking me look at how much cock he is giving me look at how wide my pussy is, your cock can never make me feel like this. You are fucking pathetic trying to fuck me with what you have" In between this she was making all these noises and I could hear how hard he was starting to fuck her "yes yes fuck me give me real cock come on Colin give me what I need and I really do need a cock like yours, fuck me come on fuck me harder show him how to fuck his wife come on Colin give me that big hard thick cock of yours" my god she was going crazy  and Colin was replying "Thats it Frances take my cock, come on you fucking slut take my cock feel me deep inside you, do you feel how hard it is, can you feel all my length inside you, come on Frances take my cock show him how to fuck a real cock, that's it come on take it take it you can take more Frances" was his replies I have to admit standing there in the corner of our house watching my wife take this thick long cock in our marital bed and being verbally abused was amazing and weird at the same time and it sure was horny. I could see Colin was building up speed I could hear how hard he was fucking Frances I knew they were about to reach a climax and I was not wrong. He pulled out of her and shot a massive load of cum over her tits and stomach. She was in heaven as she had also cum at the same time (and we all know it's hard at times for both people to cum at the same time some times) her body was still reacting to the fucking which must of lasted about 25 minutes. Colin got off the bed and grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me over to Frances body lying there still shaking a lot with his cum all over her. He looked at Frances and said "Are you sure you want me to make him our cuck if we do this he will become from this day forward our cuck and he must do all that we tell him" with that she looked me straight in the eyes and said " You will become our cuck today do you hear me I want a lot more of Colins cock and I need it" and at that she looked at Colin and said "Yes I need your cock as much as possible I will do all that you want, he means nothing to me make him our cuck"  at that Colin forced my head and mouth onto Frances body and said "Lick my cum you cock sucking cum drinking pathetic cuck husband" he forced my head over ever bit of cum and make me lick it off her body. "Now I fucking own you" he said "Look at her pussy look how well fucked it is"and I have to admit it was showing signs of being stretched. There I was with his cum dripping off my chin looking at my wife's now owned well fucked pussy.

"Now wank yourself over her pussy" he shouted at me so I done as I was told while him and her verbally abusing me he was saying to her "so this is what you have been fucking all these years why would you want such a small cock when you know you need a cock like mine, wank your dick you cock sucking cum drinking fucker he was saying"  her reply was "I know Colin I am glad we have met because he will get less pussy from now on, I now know I need a cock like yours I need to be fucked the way you fucked me like a real man. Do you hear that he is a real man who is going to fuck me more than you ever will from today come on wank that small dick of yours just think what it feels like inside me fucking me as you won't be doing that for a while" and at that I came over her pussy. Once again Colin grabbed my head down "Lick it lick your cum of your wife's pussy because you won't be touching that for a long time" I could not believe that so far that day I had licked my wife's juice of a  mans cock, sucked a mans cock, cleaned up his cum from her and was forced to clean my my own cum from her pussy.

"Are you ready for more cock" he said to Frances, at that I could see him get her on her knees and I was still naked standing there my cock now small as I had just cum and was forced to lick it from her pussy. I could see his cock slide in her from behind she was able to take it inside her a lot quicker now as her body had adjusted to his size after 25 minutes of hard pounding earlier. I could see his cock slide in and out of her, she was loving this as that's her fav position, she looked at me and said "now fuck off downstairs while I have some fun and enjoy a good fucking"  I walked over to get my clothes "No go downstairs naked and listen to Colin owning my pussy you cock sucking cuck husband what are you" she asked "I said I am a cock sucking cuck husband" all the time Colin was riding my wife from behind I so wanted to stay and watch.

So I done as I was told I could hear all kinds of noises and to be honest it must of been the fucking of her life as all I could hear was his body pounding her harder and harder having rests in between then at it again. I remember looking at the clock at the time I left the bedroom it was 3.30pm keep in mind he arrived at 2.00pm at 6.30pm Colin called me up and said "I am done with Frances and he stretched pussy" and she looked at me and said "well thank Colin for fucking me so good today" "Thank you Colin for fucking Frances so good today and for making me your cuck"  and at that he left. Frances said to me "get in beside me, well she said what did you think of that " I said it was amazing what did you think" she said "If I am honest I have never been treated or fucked like that  in my life and if I am totally honest with you I loved seeing how he treated you and I loved watching you lick my juice of his cock and sucking it but most of all I loved you cleaning up all that cum" and as she said that she pushed my head down to her pussy and said "there is plenty more down there please lick it, clean me up" I have to admit I was there for about 20 minutes licking tasting his cum and cleaning her up as I was told. I could feel how well fucked she was and how soft her pussy was from all the pounding. "Now fuck me" she said and I did not have to wait to be asked a second time But I could feel how well stretched her pussy was and how well used and fucked she was and she was telling me all they were doing as I was sitting downstairs naked listening to them. "I fucking love you, but you are now a cuck husband and when Colin is here I will treat you as nothing because you honestly don't compare" she said and at that I came inside her. "Now do what I have discovered I love you doing today" and so I cleaned up my own cum from her pussy and then we shared a cum kiss. I have never tasted any kind of cum before from a man but here I was today being made a cuck and already cleaned up so much cum it was crazy. I have to admit I love being a cuck husband and I enjoy being humiliated verbally and physically by my wife and her bulls, most of all I love seeing her having a good time. I have since been made to wear some of her clothing by some of her bulls in order to totally humiliate me and make me feel less of a man. This life is short my friends do whats makes you feel good and the both of you happy.

Did you enjoy my experience of becoming a cuck husband, was it too long, too detailed did I bore you?

cuckhubbyni

cuckhubbyni

cuckoldcouple The Wife Returns to me from the Office Xmas Party

But has she sowed the seed, and hinted to her fellow co-worker that this married and respectable woman may be interested and available, with a strict list of cuckolding conditions..?   It was just after 1am when I heard the taxi pull up, followed by Katherine struggling to get her keys through the ridiculously small slot in our front door. I would have never normally sat and waiting up for her to return from her Christmas Office party, but this year was different... As she went with a plan in mind...   She was smiling like a Cheshire cat, as she followed me through from the hallway to the lounge, before I closed the door so as not to wake up the little ones with out voices. She still looked great, her straighten long blonde hair, enough make-up to make an impression without looking like a chav-tart, and a red party dress that spoke volumes about her figure, without giving anything away... She collapsed next to me on the sofa, kicking her black patent heels off in the process, and stinking of booze - I might add... "Well..?" I asked, impatiently. "My feet..." she sighed, looking down at her crinkled painted red toes, "they're bloody killing me, I'm so not used to proper heels..." "Well, how did it go, did you chat to Rob..?" I blurted. "Rob..?" she replied, looking at me quizzically, "Course I did, I chatted with him for most of the night..." "Yeah, but not just chatted, did you ask him," "or I mean hint to him, you know, about being up for something..?" "I didn't ask him, no - I'm not going to look desperate..!" "No, ignore that bit, I'm tired, I meant did you manage to drop a hint, enough of a hint..?" "Yeah, I Dropped Da Bomb... Yeah..." she giggled, punching me playfully in the arm before smoothing her hair from her face. "Well..?" "Well, what..?" she laughed. "How did you Drop Da Bomb then with young Rob..?" I barked, a little confused.   Her eyes were wide, fixed on me, her smile broadened - as if to say 'work it out', but she said nothing. I hated her when ever she did this.   "What..?" I pressed. "What yourself..!" she laughed.   I paused...   "You didn't..?" "Did what..? She laughed, again brushing her hair aside, almost nervously or was it nonchalantly. "You didn't... Fuck him, at the Xmas Party, outside the party, at his flat or something..?!?" "Noooo..! I DID NOT FUCK HIM at the party, or back at his flat..! Jesus..!" "You had me worried, when I saw that smug look across your face..." I laughed, feeling undeniably relieved.   "No...", Pausing, before adding "I Fucked him two streets away from the restaurant, behind a print shop..."   "What..?" I exclaimed. "Yeah, not for long though, he was kissing me for ages first - then went behind me, with my skirt rucked up. It was all over in like a minute..." "Seriously..?" "Feel me, if you don't believe me..." she coolly added. "Why behind a print shop..?" "Cause we didn't want to be seen kissing in the street next to the venue, dumb arse!" she snapped.   "But in the street?"   "Well we weren't going to just start kissing inside the venue, next to the Director of HR and Engineering Partnership Lead were we Mark, so we went outside..!" Then, with my brain completely perplexed, I lunged - swiftly thrusting my hand up inside her dress, and towards her crotch. "See..." she responded defiantly. "Yeah, you're wet - but no, you're winding me up..."   He laughed loudly, "I had you though, go on - admit it!!!!"   I paused, running my hands through my hair, and then placing my face into my hands, before admitting defeat - as I said, "Yeah - You had me..." "you know I'm testing you don't you..?" she then asked, calmly -  fun over with.   "Testing me..?"   "Yeah, as this is what it's going to be like - when it finally happens. I'm going to return, victorious, and then tell you all about it..."   "That's right, yes..."   "But you don't seem that able to handle that, what what I've seen tonight in terms of your reactions Mark?" "No, no... I'm ready. It was just that, just that - we hadn't planned for it happen like you pretended just now, that's all... I was a little shocked..." "But when the day comes, it might now pan out how either of us expected. We've got to be ready for that, both of us - that is..." she stated, like she was suddenly some old-hand at all of this.   "So you spoke to him then, so he knows - knows that you might be interested..?"   "Oh... He knows alright..." she replied, smiling broadly once again.   "How did you do it, what did you say..?"   "Well, we were chatting a lot, as always. There was lots of banter in our group - as you know, there always is, especially at Christmas with the Director's putting the free wine on the tables..." "Yeah, yeah, but how did you get to speak to one one..?" "It was difficult, you're right - but hey it was a long night." "So, you chatting one to one a bit later, did you?" "Not really, no - there just wasn't the chance..." "So how..?" "Just listen will you...?" she barked, clearly fed up with my interjections and then continued with, "...and then there was a disco, which as you know is pretty wild..." "So the two of you went and chatted over a drink..?" "No... There just wasn't the right moment, we were always in one big group, it would have looked really weird to just 'pair off' with Rob.." "Okay...." "So then, without realising the time, the DJ puts a low song on, obviously to get the mood calmer as he's about to pack up. And, as everyone's without partners as its that kinds do, people pair up - just for laughs really..." "And you pair up with Rob?" "Well no, not really, we were just stood next to each other as the first slow song started, and everyone near us just started slow dancing awkwardly, so we laughed and followed suit..." "Ok..." "Anyway... The DJ only played two songs, before turning the lights up bring and ending his set, so I knew that I had to say something sharpish. This was my moment." "So, what did you say?" "It was all a bit awkward, as we guessed it would be, but seeing the I had my arms draped around his neck, and his hands were wrapped around the small of my back..." "Not your arse..?" "No. NOT my arse...! I will continue... I said something like, you know what Rob, I really like you..." "I like you too Katherine..." he laughed. "Look around us..?" I then said. He looked around the dance-floor in the darkness, noting that all his workmates were all awkwardly coupled up with people that they'd barely say hello to on the following Monday morning, and laughed, before asking "what about them?" "Well did you know, that statistically, more extramarital affairs begin at the office Christmas party than at any other time of year Rob..?" "Really..?" he laughed, looking directly into my eyes, as if he was trying to fathom me out. "Yes." I replied, smiling a little and holding his gaze.   Deep inside, I didn't know where to put myself though, so I just rested my head on his shoulder.   "Like a couple..?" "Well no, to avoid the awkwardness of what I'd just said..." "And then what happened..?" "He started stroking my hair..." "Stroking your hair..?" "Yeah, just stroking my hair..." "What sis everyone else think..?" "Well for one it was dark, and two everyone was pissed - so I don't think anyone gave a fuck to be honest Mark..." she replied, clearly agitated. "And then what happened...?" "Well, then - the lights came on and the music stopped. We broke apart, but he held onto my hand lightly, for a few minutes longer as we chatted to the others, and all made our way outside to our cabs etc." "So no goodnight kiss..?" "Well yeah, he kissed me on the cheeks, but I'm pretty sure he did that last year..." "So the seed is sown, you think..?" "Oh yes, the seed is definitely sown Mark...."   Soon after, we headed upstairs to bed, both feeling tired. But with thoughts of Rob and my wife slow dancing filling my head, and with her still heavily made up from the night out, and smelling of the remnants of a good night out - I knew that sex would be on the card for both of us. As I slipped my hand into her knickers, with both of us nuzzled under the duvet, she let out an audible moan which basically means 'I'm up for sex, but I really can't be arsed with any foreplay - unless you're giving... Which suited me just fine... She was wet too, post drunken night out wet, but not return to hubby cuckolding hotwife wet. As she lay there, with her legs eased aside my hips, and then hoisted upwards - I entered her, as I had done hundreds of time before. Her head was turned to the side though, even as I slid my full length inside her, she remained unfocused, focused on something - but not me. Her eyes remained closed, and I knew - she was thinking about 'him'....

Katherine_and_Mark

Katherine_and_Mark

cuckoldcouple I feel like Ive finally met my first Reallife Bull

Firstly, before I start I’d just like to apologise to my husband Mark, fir what he is about to read...

So, after promising to be upstairs and in bed by midnight after chatting on Cuckold Forum, is already broken that promise when I skulked in to the bedroom at 12:40am. Actually not so much skulking as I shamelessly put the bedside light on and nudged him, saying “Wake up....” (Not like me at all BTW) “I’ve been chatting to that new Bull all this time, sorry...”
“What did he DO to me, feel...?” I asked as I reached for Mark’s sleepy hand and placed it on the crotch of my black and white striped knickers to prove to him that I was “Niagara Wet”.
“Christ...! What’s he had you doing down there, wanking yourself with a bottle of Baby-Oil..?!?!?”
Needless to say, within a minute Mark was fucking me... but it wasn’t Mark that I was thinking of...

So what got me into this state..?

Well firstly, I just wanted to say how respectful and polite and complimentary my potential Bull was as we chatted, from start to finish - he was a complete gentleman. And this was the reason why (without asking), I sent him several pictures of myself, but ride ones but the real me, in real life...
We chatted freely, about all sorts, including about "My Plan” which is the subject of my precious blog. This went in for a good hour, until the conversation finally edged towards what my experience would look and feel like if I were to select him as MY Bull...

I was all ears...

He began by asking more about my tights as in many of the photos I was wearing tights in the various night out and work outfits... I said “Yeah, well tights are functional.. Why..?”
“Because when I’m your Bull, I’m going to them down, bend you in half  and sink my cock so deep into you that you’ll never even think you had sex before...”
Needless to say, I WAS shocked, but also aroused...
I then dared to ask him, or more like that that my position on condones was that I (and my husband) would insist that he wears a condom...
And I wasn’t at all prepared for him Bull-like response, which was “I get that, but if I chose to wear a condom to fuck you I will, but looking at your pictures I very much doubt that I’ll wear one...”
“...But my husband...” I interjected....
As I said earlier, he had been incredibly polite and respectful throughout our chat, so I was really blindsided when he then went on to say, “I don’t give a damn what your husband thinks and says in the night, he can shut up or leave, as if I’m going to fuck joy bareback, I will - ideally with him watching so that I can show him what his wife really needs to be fucked like..!”
“But... We have a pretty good sex life..?” I protested.
“You haven’t experienced anything until you’ve been properly fucked by your Bull Katherine...” he stated.

By that point I was beaten, and knew that I’d have to be having a “You know that the Bull I’m meeting isn’t comfortable wearing a condom to fuck me don’t you Mark..?” conversation later...

My Bull then discussed and negotiated on a few other key elements such as giving me a filthy facial (something hubby isn’t permitted to do), and swallowing, which I’m not adverse too. Thankfully my Bull said that "Discussions could take place on any of those matters - just not on condoms Katherine...”

He then went on to describe how loud he was going to make me scream as he fucks me and how much my husband is going to enjoy hearing me wail as I’m finally ducked properly, either from sitting across the same room, or in another room with his hands over his ears...

Katherine_and_Mark

Katherine_and_Mark

A plan to 'approach' our potential Bull...

We are still very new to all of this, having only signed up for the site yesterday, but as a couple we’ve been exploring this cuckold concept for a very long time. Basically, in order for us to both gain pleasure, or enjoy our first cuckolding experience we’ve agreed that rather than looking for ‘a version of myself’, we need to look for a younger model, a guy in his late twenties, someone who has the potential, both physically and mentally (in terms of both confidence and chat) to ‘unseat’ or replace me, as the man of the house, and husband to my wife Katherine. After all, she is 31, not in her late 40’s like me, so in all fairness I’m already ‘punching above my weight as I’m they say. So we’ve found a guy, yes already… He works at Katherine’s place of work. His name is Jack and they get on, chatting and bantering regularly, but nothing further. He’s 26, but a mature and life experienced 26. He’s tall, taller than me, privately educated, and plays rugby, so he is physically fit. He isn’t married, but lives with his girlfriend. The next problem is how to address the issue, as in how does Katherine or I manage to ask whether our targeted 'young stud' would like to spend some intimate time with my wife Katherine? You can’t really have that conversation over the water cooler, can you? So… We’ve decided – Phase 1 - The Office Christmas Party, in town, in early December will be the ideal opportunity for her to begin to broach the subject, with a few subtle (or unsubtle) statements once he and Katherine have enjoyed the lunch and a few drinks have been sunk. She won’t outwardly ‘offer herself’, but she will drop some hints that despite the huge engagement ring diamond, and the wedding ring, that she’s actually ‘open to trying new experiences’, and also that her hubby is keen to let her explore. For all he could know, she could be referring to ‘white water rafting’ or ‘skydiving’ if it all goes horribly wrong, and she needs to back away from the conversation and try to forget the subject was ever mentioned! Anyway, so hopefully with the foundations laid (so to speak!) at the party, Phase 2 will involve looking into his work diary and movements in mid-December and managing to synchronize one of Katherine’s weekly ‘working from home’ days to his. She will also keep the banter and flirting going, from the Christmas Party through Skype, whilst in the office – all harmless though. Phase 3 is, on the given 'working from home' day, Skyping him with some inane problem, IT or otherwise and suggesting that he either pops round, or (more than likely) she pops over to his flat. And there, (hopefully), the magic will happen. What do we think? The big issue for both Katherine and I is that if Rob is invited over to ours and somehow I am there and she/we share that this is actually about me being physically cuckolded by him, then he might run a mile. But, by him performing the act, and Katherine explaining to him (during) that the thought of a younger, fitter, taller version of her husband cooking for her actually pretty much ticks all of those boxes, especially ones she returns home – post act, and I’m sat waiting for her full of anticipation for what I’m about to hear. Does this work, does this constitute cuckolding, or do I really need to physically be there, for this first time to constitute it being classed as cuckolding? Thank you in advance, this stuff has been bouncing around in my head for weeks, and we only have two weeks to go to Katherine's work's Office Party, and to bring Phase 1 to life... Mark  

Katherine_and_Mark

Katherine_and_Mark

Tamani's Hentai Adventure!

With 30 Artworks and 60 scenes in game, you’re right to be concerned. Half of the artworks are special occasions like pregnancy or chikan scenes! In truth, there are only 15 unique artworks stretched across 60 sex scenes. There’s over six hours of gameplay filled with heavy amounts of netotare and corruption. In one scene Tamani goes to a doctor for a checkup. The doctor fingers her right in front of the husband. In another scene she has sex with another man while her husband sleeps right next to her! Best of all is the dinner time of every in-game day. Tamani talks to her husband and he’s completely unaware! Sometimes she’ll talk in lewd innuendos, and he won’t get it. The only downside is, multiple scenes are cut off if you get pregnant. You have to deliver the baby for things to go back to normal. Many other elements of this game are lacking, but the hentai is worth it! MORE INFORMATION HERE

Rastafoo

Rastafoo

 

hotwife New Hotwife to be taken plus husbands sister too!

I am about to take another wife again. Her name is  on here. She wants me to fuck her and her husband's sister, get it filmed and posted online for the world to see her husbands shame! I asked her what her husband is in adequate. I shall post hem in due course here are some photos of the wife and her cuck. Please give lots of feedback on the wife she wants to hear it all especially the nasty. I am due to fuck both her and his sister tomorrow evening at 8 pm he does not know anything about it yet.          

jacktheprinceadms

jacktheprinceadms

 

Ending to the week

I've been so busy over recent weeks, work has been particularly busy leaving me pretty tired each night. Last night (Friday) I just wanted to collapse and sleep but my good wife had other ideas. Feeling playful she wouldn't let me sleep and insisted on some play time. As soon as I had my cock out she started to stroke it and asked me "so who do you want to watch me have sex with?". I responded "lots of guys" and she just replied with "find me a nice guy then, someone attractive, wow me with someone hot". Sounds like a fun challenge and it reminded me that while work is important, hooking my wife up with a lover is more so.

coupleoxford

coupleoxford

 

The search begins

Ive been reading some of the blogs on here and it got me thinking. It would be nice to get some thoughts down on paper (well, cyber paper at least...) We are a married couple with one teenager. We've been married for some 16 years now. Mindy is Filipina and I'm British. We've tried a few different things sexually. 3somes mainly but always with another girl. We have met another couple which all started off well, but didn't quite pan out as expected (that's another story). Ive dabbled with crossdressing, mainly in the bedroom with Mindy doing my make-up. It does make us both horny and always results in us having a good time in bed afterwards. we've been out a couple of times with me dressed as my alter ego. Once to London's wayout club and once to Manchesters gay village. (again that's another story...) Anyway, ive often teased Mindy (mainly during sex, but sometimes out shopping) about her fucking other guys and she seemed quite receptive to it so we thought its time for the next step. I told her about this and other sites we've found and said i'd start looking for somebody to help us with our fantasy. and so, the search begins....................... Update.... Well we have a couple of meets off here since i last wrote this. The first meet was arranged for a Friday night in our hotel bar. I was in the bar when he arrived, Mindy arrived sometime after and looked amazing in a little black dress, skyscraper heels and some lovely lingerie and stockings which i chose for the occasion. He greeted her, bought her a drink and they sat chatting and flirting with me watching from another table. Must say i was flooded with lots of emotions, but the more they sat together, the more sense of pride i felt for having such an adorable and sexy wife. Anyway after a couple of drinks, they headed off upstairs with Mindy giving me a nice smile as she passed. They were gone for about 2 hours and then Mindy text me saying they had finished and he'd gone. I got to room and mindy was just in her lingerie with a nice smile on her face and ready to tell me all about it. I could smell him on her and that made it all the more exciting as she explained how he'd fucked her long and hard and she had sucked him into oblivion. He came all over her body and legs which i found intoxicating. I gave her body a nice licking before we drifted off to sleep both happy and satisfied.............will write more when i get chance and tell you about our second meet where this time Mindy wanted me to watch............ Update 10May18 We decided to start looking again for someone for Mindy to enjoy and I’ve gotta say we kinda hit the jackpot. We met Phil from on here and he and Mindy really hit it off. (See my advert in main forums)  They have since met up again and I dropped her off at a hotel he had booked. She was again dressed to impress although it was only a coat that covered her sexy lingerie and as I dropped her off she casually removed her panties and placed them in my mouth 🤪🤪 I was shocked and in heaven. The drive home hadn’t my brain in overdrive lol. I got some updates throughout the night and again in the morning whilst on my way to pick her up. she was dressed reallly sexy and I got out off the car to help her with her suitcase she gave me a great smile and a lovely kiss. we pulled next to his van as he was straight off to work and said hi, he gave Mindy a bit of a smooch in front of me which again sent my brain into overdrive. We went shopping and Mindy was on cloud nine all day, telling me all the details of what they had done. It kept us both horny all day and once back in the bedroom she recounted their time together whilst she kept edging me. We were talking about it for about 2 hours and she was edging me the whole time. By the time in cane it was super intense and one of the best I’ve ever experienced.  She now has her own hotwife travel case and teases me that if I see it not there when I get home from work then I will know that she’s off over to see him and not to wonder where she is 🤪🤪. she also has a hotwife fund now that she uses to buy lingerie, stockings etc that she will only wear when with him. It certainly makes our shopping trips more entertaining when she will ask me if I think he will like some particular lingerie etc or if I say that’s nice, she might ask me if I think he would like her in it?  🤪🤪 I can honestly say that sharing Mindy has made our relationship rock solid and brought us closer together than ever before and I would like to thanks him for that. Unfortunately he is unwell at the minute and she (and I) is missing seeing him and his big cock. We are still in touch though and hope to Meet up soon when he is feeling better. She certainly sees him as a long term lover which we are both more than happy with. Life is good !!!!!  

Morkandmindy

Morkandmindy

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