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The Stabian Baths in the ancient city of Pompeii

The thermae were constructed around 125 BC. Hundred years later, the baths were connected to Pompeii's aquaduct. They were damaged in the earthquake of 62 AD.

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[texasgirl0516]

YES!!!!! Million times yes!!

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[saintmarc]

[wgm-beautiful-world]

FONTANA PRETORIA - PALERMO

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❣️ 🇮🇹

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[nldenny]

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[desserteagle44-blog]

Relax and enjoy….

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[princesstomyking]

@kingofmyprincess these holiday plans look amazing!

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[wifewithasecret314]

Caught by the Cleaners

My senior year of college, I got to go to a research conference. It was close enough to drive so about 30 of us went including my boyfriend (now husband). We stayed at the hotel adjoined to the conference venue with four of us each sharing a room to keep costs down.

The night before, we all went to a bar that was offering some free drinks to anyone that was attending the conference. Half way through the night, a random classmate made a comment about tits and I jokingly pushed mine together and shimmied in front of him because mine are so small. My boyfriend saw me do this and got mad. He basically ruined the whole evening because he wouldn't get over it, and we ended up both leaving the bar upset and going back to our separate hotel rooms without talking.

The next day he had an early morning poster session along with several of my roommates. Still pissed at him when I woke up, I decided to text the guy I had made the joke at to see if he wanted to hang out at the poster session. Before the other guy showed up, I made my way to my boyfriend's poster to say hi. I was hoping that he would apologize, but he barely acknowledged me before going back to talking to other people.

When the other guy finally showed up, I pulled him aside after walking though the first couple of rows of posters and asked him if he wanted to go to my hotel room. I turned around to look at my boyfriend one last time, then seeing he was occupied, headed upstairs.

Thankfully none of my roommates were in the room when we got there. After closing the door, we started making out and taking off clothes. Lying naked on the bed, he grabbed both my legs with his arms and started eating me out. Once I was wet, I pulled his head up and told him to fuck me. He climbed on top of me and pushed his cock inside my tight pussy while I wrapped my legs around him. The best part was when he started sucking on my nipples. He must've really liked my joke the night before 😉

Eventually, he was on his knees fucking me from behind on the bed when we heard the door handle shake. We both froze... since it was a hotel room, I had been moaning quite loud so they had probably already heard what was going on from the door...

For a moment we weren't sure if it was one of my roommates or maybe even my boyfriend had noticed me leave with him...

They knocked again and this time said housekeeping. The guy called back that we were busy and to come back later. After several more seconds of silence, he started fucking me again.

After this, I was so turned on from the rush of almost getting caught. I started moaning even louder and kept telling him to fuck me harder. I had only intended to fuck him for payback, not pleasure, but the risk of getting caught sent me over the edge. I don't usually squirt, but I had one of the hardest leg-shaking orgasms I have ever had and made an absolute mess all over the sheets.

When he was ready to cum, I grabbed my tits just like I did with the joke the night before that made my boyfriend so mad and told him to cum on them. He rolled his head back, let out a moan, and then came all over my chest.

I laid there on my back covered with his cum catching my breath while he got dressed. After he left, I quickly rinsed off in the shower. After getting redressed, I left the room, closing the door behind me for housekeeping to clean up any trace of what had just happened, and made my way back to the poster session. Thank goodness for housekeeping...

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[hotwife-cerified-coach]

Live your best life together.

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Never

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[the-disabled-mothman]

Give my girl Mary Shelly more credit! She did not keep her beloved dead husbands heart with her and potentially lose her virginity on her mothers grave to NOT be given credit as the most badass gothic writer! We would not have the sci-fi/horror genre we have today without her!

[back2naturel40]

How To Have the Best Nude Vacation Ever - Naked Wanderings

Decent planning can make your next nude vacation the best one ever! Read our best tips for picking the nudist spot that will be perfect for you.

[allaboutthehotwifelife]

“Help me understand...”

Here are three different ways of thinking about the hotwife idea. They’re short, sweet, and to the point, but I think they might be helpful. Even couples who are already active might like this, because frankly, our society gets pretty weird and short-tempered about anyone who isn’t “just like everyone else” (whatever that means). Explanations like this can help people calm down and maybe even understand a little bit. 

It’s kind of like a boudoir shoot. I can understand my husband getting aroused by seeing me feel sexy or pleasure myself. He’s aroused to think of me dressing up or playing with myself, but the thought of me “using” another man as my “sex toy” takes the arousal to a whole other level. It’s like a high-powered version of getting boudoir photos taken for him. I get turned on by turning him on, so it’s definitely about each other. Any other guy we involve is almost like the photographer, or even the props in a boudoir shoot–that guy is there to accentuate how sexy I am. The photographer or setting in a boudoir shoot might make me feel sexy, but I’m not going to stay at the studio forever or marry the photographer, because the whole point of the photo shoot is to do something sexy for my husband. In the end, I know I’m going to go home, and my husband is going to be revved up to see me, and all the attention will be on me, him, and us. That’s what hotwife sex is like too. 

Sometimes I think about what it’s like to have a threesome with my husband and another guy… For some reason it feels safe to have my husband there, and it’s hot to think of two men giving me attention at the same time. Even back when I thought threesomes were too edgy, at least I understood the idea of a threesome. In my husband’s mind, hotwifing is a lot like this kind of a threesome. Two men are having sex with me, and they both know what’s going on, and it’s meant to be safe and organized. The difference is that I might not have both guys physically at the same time. It might be in sequence, where my husband gets turned on watching me get ready, then I spend time with the other guy, and finally return to my husband to seal the deal with him. I can guarantee both men are thinking about me at the same time, revisiting or anticipating the erotic time spent with me. This kind of threesome is just spread out differently, so we call it something different. But thinking of it this way helps me understand why it’s appealing. It’s not that weird at all. Whether I want to actually do it or not is a whole other matter, but at least I get it.  

It’s about a whole lot more than sex. When I first met my husband, I had a lot of stereotypes about men, and he had a lot of stereotypes about women. I thought of men as rather straightforward, physical, intercourse-focused creatures. I’ve learned that my husband has an innate longing for communication, intimacy, and sharing all sorts of things uniquely with me. There are a lot of non-sexual ways to delve into communication and intimacy, and hotwife playing is just one of them. It gets us talking about our feelings, and about what makes us feel happy, insecure, hot, jealous, safe, or overwhelmed. It’s not the only way to dive deep into these things, but it makes this intimacy feel natural and important. We’re not longer just discussion our rational thoughts, but our imagination and feelings are right there, ready to be shared. It’s kind of sad that the only kind of sharing society focuses on is the sex with another man, when the longest-lasting and most powerful sharing takes place between me and my husband in our marriage.