Seattle Hotwife Couple

45yo couple having fun in the PNW. Shared account. #stag is him, #vixen is her.

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His birthday gift

Friday before last was my husband's birthday. Being the good hotwife that I am, I knew what he'd want most: for me to get multiple orgasms from another man.

A week before, I suggested I might set something up on my own. To ensure he was on board, I did this while his erection was either in me or wrapped by my gentle fingers. He's usually the planner and finder for our trysts, but this time it would be me. His only knowledge was that something would be happening for his birthday.

We'd met with this young stud a couple of times before: once in a hotel, and once at his apartment when his roomate was gone and we didn't have time for a hotel. He is an amazing lover, and my husband completely approved of him, so I called him up to see if he could provide his services to me, during the day while my husband was still at work. This was the other twist: I'd be meeting him alone, and giving my husband a play-by-play - in texts and in texted images - throughout my little encounter. Of course, my husband didn't know the planning until the morning of his birthday.

On that day, I woke him with a gentle handjob (he'd fallen asleep naked after we'd had sex the night before). I whispered happy birthday to him, and asked if he wanted to know about his present. Hard cock trying to fuck my hand, he was excited to hear what I had in store. I asked if he remembered the guy I'd set plans up for: turns out that I'd had so many lovers over the years that he wasn't quite sure. "Well," I said, "I guess I'll remind you of him while I text you pics of us throughout the day while you sit at work." I could feel his erection grow harder, and I squeezed it to prevent any premature orgasm. "That's right, honey. I'll go to him today, he will fuck me, I'll let you know how good he is making me feel, showing you what his dick does to me, and you can come home to your party knowing your wife was thoroughly fucked by a hot young stud."

Grip or no grip, he popped at the thought. I've rarely played solo, so this was a rare twist that was a mindfuck for him.

He went to work, and a few hours later my mother came over to watch the kids so I could "run a few errands" before the party. If she noticed my tight jeans and cum-fuck-me looks she didn't say. And I was off to my lover's apartment in Queen Anne, a quick text to my husband of my outfit and a message, "headed to my lover's home."

The ride was longer than it should have been, and the stop-and-go traffic across the bridge allowed me to send several messages to my husband and to my ready and willing boytoy. "My pussy is so ready for you, I'm rubbing it in my car," I texted, followed by "Oops, sorry, honey, that was meant for my lover."

I headed up to his apartment on the second floor. He opened the door, and gave me a long, passionate kiss as his neighbor was across the hallway. It made me feel slutty; I was clearly much older and, had they thought about it, was clearly there for something more than a friendly visit. But he ushered me in, and butterflies filled my stomach. I rarely meet guys one-on-one, and this felt very intimate. "Tall, blonde, and handsome" is a perfect description of him, and he made me feel wanted immediately.

It didn't take long to move to the bedroom, plenty of pics being taken of the undressing he was doing of me. He had free reign of my phone, and freely sent pic after pic to my husband. A pic of me looking up at him and the camera as I pulled his cock into my mouth; a pic of my spread legs begging him to come fill me; a pic of his dick rubbing up and down my pussy; a pic of him balls-deep inside; a pic of me clearly in orgasm that I don't even remember him taking. They all went to my husband.

He filled me, unloading inside me in missionary, kissing passionately. It felt good, despite my husband not being there. Or perhaps because of it. We laid naked, talking, a moment of 2 lovers happy in a very naughty encounter. He kissed me deeply, and I kissed back, tongues darting into noe another's mouths. This was the only video he made, of our deep, long kiss.

He was hard again, and I wanted to show my appreciation. I mounted him, cowgirl and reverse-cowgirl a couple times. He had been taking pictures until it got more passionate. He put my phone down, and I looked into his eyes as I rode him.

"You missed my pussy, didn't you?" I got out, grinding down as hard as I could. He moaned, I locked lips with him, and he pushed up into me, causing me to move up in the air and fall over onto him simultaneously. I could feel the expansion of his cock as pumped several shots of semen into me.

We both collapsed, laying exhaused. But I had a party to go to. I had a husband and family and friends waiting at home for me. He beat me home, and could only get a couple passionate kisses in while we had to do the family thing. He wanted to go upstairs with me for a bit, just to feel, just to hold his well-fucked wife in privacy. "Wait til later, honey," I told him. "Let another man's victory stay inside your wife for a while longer."

I lost count of the times we had sex that weekend.

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First(?) ATM

My husband found me a new lover, and we met him this past Friday. He was mid-20's, eager, loquacious, and really excited to fuck a wife in front of her husband. More important to the story, he was obsessed with anal; he begged for pics of my naked rear and described in detail what he wanted to do. Well, after a long chat-session a week before our planned date, I acquiesced and said he'd get his chance at my married butt.

He arrived at our hotel of choice right as we were checking in, so we skipped the bar (probably good, we were getting to be known, here) and headed up to our room. I was almost certain he was walking funny: possibly an erection already needing to be let loose? Was it because of my best, tightest jeans that hugged my rear cheeks and kept them in a nice, round shape? Yeah, I chose them to give him the best thrill long before he yanked them off me.

Once in the room we sat on the side of the bed, his right hand pulling my hips close to him as we talked. My husband sat quietly in the corner, the quintessential "cuck chair" ready for him. A perfect place to see this young man seduce me, remove my clothes, and climb on top of me, his average-but-young-and-stiff tool aimed right for my pussy.

The missionary was good; for a young man he was gentle, kissing me deeply, and his cock was HARD. I've had plastic dildos that were more forgiving. I came easily, pulling him into me as I kept his prick as deep in me as possible during orgasm.

He'd proven his worth to me, now it was his turn to get what he came for: my asshole. Putting me in a doggy position, he accepted the lubricant my helpful husband provided, and slicked up his cock, then inserting a slimy finger into my behind. I felt like a slut in heat in that moment: I was offering my tight hole to this man, letting him shove his finger in and out, twirling it around to maximize the slickness of my anal walls. All while my husband had a perfect view of what this stranger was doing to me. My pussy spasmed just from the situation I was in.

The lubricant was very helpful since, despite having a fairly average cock, the corona of his penis was pretty wide. I could feel it push against me, and finally "pop" into my sphincter. It was good, very good, better than some ass fucking I had received. He had the perfect amount of preparation, then slow buildup to actual thrusting. A worthy butt-fucker. I rubbed my clit only slightly to achieve another mild orgasm, my butt squeezing his shaft as I did so.

His thrusting slowed, and he kept it deep in me. Naturally, I assumed he was going to unload up my ass. Instead, after a full second of deep insertion, he pulled out quickly. I yelped as the mushroom-head pulled quickly out of my pooper. He crawled up to my side, took my head, inserted his cock in my mouth, and blew his load down my throat. I swallowed, slightly choking, but he held me steady and ensured I had the full load before letting me go. The taste was mostly of lubricant, tbh. But I'm still quite certain this was my first ass-to-mouth that I can remember.

As he backed off, I was pulled over to my other side… pulled over by my husband. And then he, too, took my head and stuck his own cock in, and came as soon as my lips tightened around him. Two loads in my mouth in under a minute.

My lover got dressed as my husband and I laid together. He hadn't even cleaned up, just dressed and headed out to the bar with friends. I wondered if he'd tell his buddies he was meeting the married ass he had just fucked; I hope he did. After a while of cuddling and kissing - kissing with a mouth that still tasted of cum and lube - my husband got a chance at anal, too.

But he didn't pull out.

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It's the best feeling; my husband's hardness in me. Shortly after I've had another stiff man inside.

He rarely lasts long. But that's okay; I've already been thoroughly satisfied. And I just need my true love's semen mixed with my lover's.

It's proof that he has enjoyed watching what I've done, what has been done to me. That he was aroused so much and for so long, and that he held back just so he could fill me after this other man finished.

Even if it's just a couple minutes of thrusts, I cum again. Even if I've been railed for what seems like hours by a massive, young stud that has kept me in ecstasy with orgasms flooding me in waves. Using a cock on me and in me that my 48 year old pussy can barely hold out against. I still cum for you, my true love.

I see stars. I've never felt so loved and so fulfilled. So full.

I love you, honey.

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An old meme I had saved a long time ago, but one I think about a lot. Okay think might not be the appropriate term giving how it excites me.

I've never been to therapy, never seen a psychiatrist, but I always wonder what one would say about my husband and our relationship. I doubt a "real" therapist would say "hey, I can help you fuck other men for your husband's kink" but... maybe?

Do others talk about this lifestyle to their therapists?

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It's been over 12 years since he sent that first pic of me to a potential guy we had been chatting with for what seemed months. It gave me butterflies to expose myself to the camera knowing some guy would be looking at my naked body. We sent the pic with the message to him together, eagerly waiting for the reply.

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Is this what you wanted to see, my love? Some guy we just found on the internet fucking your wife, bent over your car hood?

He doesn't care about our marriage, our history. He just wants to fuck someone's wife. To him I'm just an easy fuck, a place to deposit his cum.

I'm sure he'll feel quite smug driving home, his balls empty and my juices all over his limp cock.

And, after I've recovered, part bliss and part shame, we'll get into your car, my bare ass under my sun dress, his semen staining your car seat.

Drive quickly, honey. Take your unfaithful wife home; reclaim what you just saw impaled by some random man.

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Taking Turns

The Friday after New Year's we had our couple-friends over, with their kids. It was a play date, really, where the kids could show off their presents and see who got what. For the adults, it was one last bit of fun before the guys had to go back to work on Monday.

We'd been texting throughout the holidays: we wanted to have some fun. Alas, there wasn't much way grandparents to take the kids or for us to get away on our own. Still, we knew there would be a bit of adult-time as the kids played in the living room and the adults had wine in the kitchen. I was on my third and feeling frisky; I'd already kissed my closest friend, turning our husbands on along the way. She proceeded to sit on my husband's lap, flirting, brushing her long, blonde hair into his face. I was getting a little unformfortable with her actions when her husband came up and help me up against him, watching our spouses at the table.

Soon she whispered into myy husband's ear, and I saw him flush. He looked at me for approval - for what I didn't exactly know - but I was already too hot from the wine and the view to shake my head "no." They stood up, her hand lightly grabbing his, pulling him out of the kitchen… and up the stairs, towards our bedroom.

Her husband and I went out to the living room. 6 kids, all playing in relative peace, occupied me for a bit as I tried to think about what my husband was doing with another woman - one of my closest friends - upstairs. It was difficult for me, my jealousy was definitely showing, so my friend's husband brought me another glass of wine. Red wine puts me in the mood for sure, but the thoughts of my husband and her upstairs were hard to keep quiet.

It had been an hour(!) since they had gone up. Two of her kids asked for her, with her husband saying mommy was in the bathroom. None of the kids really noticed that two of the parents had been completely AWOL for all this time. Her husband sat across from me, eyeing me, definitely in the mood himself.

They eventually came down, first her. Her hair was clearly disheveled, a mess compared to what she usually has flowing down her head. She was happy, having the "just been fucked" aura about her. As she came in, I could swear I smelled sex on her. Then my husband came down, acting casual, with what I was sure was still a cock slickened by my friend's juices stuck in his pants.

They started playing with the kids, as if they hadn't been away in my bedroom for the last hour. I grabbed her husband's hand, pulling him out towards our stairs.

In the bedroom, the smell of sex was palpable. Our purple sheets were clearly messed up, and maybe a little damp. The (fake) fireplace in our room kept the room intensely warm. Good: I yanked my clothes off after he closed the door and looked at the room. I kissed him, intensely, grabbing for his pants to pull them off asap. My jealousy was turning into a plan for "revenge;" I would fuck her husband, and get fucked by another man in my husband's bed.

I was agressive, pushing him down onto our bed. His cock was already popping up, thick and gorgeous as ever. But I didn't touch it, I wanted his tonge on my pussy. I moved up, pinning his arms to the side with my legs as I lowered my snatch onto his lips. He licked, tasting what an hour of thinking about my husband being up here with another woman had done to me. I'd known this man nearly as long as my husband, and I intended on using his face to cum.

I didn't quite get there with his tongue, so I moved down to his cock. I reached down, squeezing it hard. He is thicker than my husband, so I struggled to push it in despite how wet I was. I proceeded to give the ol' "cowlgirl grid," trying to push it in as deep as I could, my clit rubbing up against his very masculine body. It was part passionate, part hate fuck. I wanted to get off and have my friend's husband explode in me after her fucking my husband. As he lost control, he bucked up and down, lifting us both off the bed, his cock trying to shoot its semen as deep in me as possible.

We dressed, although I put on khaki shorts instead of my yoga pants, which would easily show the stains from my crotch. They barely stayed an hour after we returned to the fun. I was still a little tipsy, and finished what would've been my 5th glass of wine as the kids went bed.

And, as I put my husband to bed, I was still in a mood. I proceeded to do the same things to him: shove my crotch into his face, grind on his cock as I watched his facial expressions. The only difference is I kissed him deeply as he came. I fell asleep on top of the sheets, my my lower body just caked with cum and body fluid.

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I've had dozens of interactions on here with married men who want to talk their wives into engaging in this lifestyle. It really comes down to communication. Communicate your desire to watch her experience pleasure by another man. Communicate that it is an expression of your love for her, and not your desire to fool around. don't be a pest; but if she's at least open to the fantasy, keep that going in the bedroom.

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How do you stop feelings from developing? I just read your story of your friend calling you to service your husband's best friend. With someone you've known that long, that could get messy real quick.

Every guy we meet, it's always been one- or two-time encounters. We make the guy understand that, yes, we're going to be intimate, kissing, etc., but in the end this is for my husband and I to play. You just have the toy we play with.

But, yeah... there's been two couples in our lives now that we play with pretty frequently. One is the "cuckqueen" from my previous posts. We're pretty much "couples with benefits," although he and I get most of the benefits. I haven't had much of a feeling from them; really, their marriage seems as solid as ours and we're just their playthings, too.

I won't deny I have "feelings" for my husband's best friend, or his wife. We've known them since college, after all. But I've never felt like it was getting to be the same sort of love I have for my husband. More like we have some VERY close friends that we have sex with.

But my husband being with her... I still get queasy, still worry that my husband *could* fall for his best friend's wife. She's gorgeous, several years younger, outgoing, and has a wild personality my introverted self can't replicate.

Probably why I had to take her husband and power-fuck him shortly after she had sex with my husband in our bedroom right after New Year's.

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Quickie at his hotel

A guy we've met a couple times in the past messaged that he'd be in town last week. Unfortunately our kids' schedules just didn't align with meeting until the day he'd be flying home. He kept his hotel for a late checkout so I could come by to give him a nice sendoff.

I headed to his hotel without my husband. The plan/hope was that he'd get out of the office a little early to at least see part of the action I was about to experience. Our kids were at home, being watched by my parents, so I dressed normally in a simple blouse and jeans… jeans that were already getting a little damp with anticipation.

I walked by the front desk casually. It is a local hotel that we frequent for such rendezvous: I've seen the guy at the desk before, and I wonder how much he recognized me, or what he thought my situation was. Was I a businesswoman who came in for day trips and needed no real luggage? Or was I a high-class whore who entertained their guests? I hoped he thought the latter. Maybe it wasn't too far off, except I get paid in orgasms rather than cash.

Up the elevator and to his room, and I knocked. He greeted me with a big hug and a squeeze of my ass - hands on both cheeks - before pulling me in. I thanked him for inviting me over, and gave him a deep, French kiss to prove my gratitude. We groped one another, standing, me remembering his body from the last time I had felt it. When was that? Maybe a year ago?

He sat on the side of the bed and unbuttoned my jeans as I pulled off my shirt and unfastened my bra. He pulled me in, breathing in my sex and grabbing my ass cheeks, squeezing tightly. I pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top of his face so he could feel just how moist from anticipation I was. His tongue darted into me, lapping at my pussy entrance and flicking along my clit. I pulled his face into me, needing to be pleasured. He pulled off his shorts, releasing his cock, already throbbing. I reached back, tugging on in, feeling it harden even more if that were even possible.

I moved down, aiming his cock at my pussy entrance, and lowered myself onto it. It felt GOOD, my eyesight gave out a little as I slowly pushed down onto his erection. We stared at one another as I recovered from the initial penetration, then slowly moved up… then back down, never leaving his gaze. It had been a while since I'd been so alone with another man, so I savored the rare, one-on-one intimacy that I was experiencing.

I kept my cowgirl grind slow for several minutes, occasionally leaning down to brush my hair against his chest and face. Then I'd sit up to push him into me as deep as possible, grinding forward to rub my clit against him. He became more demanding, pushing his pelvis up into me. I came, holding onto his shoulders to keep my balance.

He moved from under me, and lay me flat on my stomach. He moved around me, pulling my butt up and placing a pillow under me. I felt exposed, my ass in the air with my sloppy pussy dripping onto the pillow. He fingered me, a little roughly, feeling my wetness and anticipating how it would feel sticking his cock back in from my backside. I didn't have to wait long, as he pushed into me from behind, burying his cock into me in the prone state.

His body collapsed onto me, cock still inside, and he kissed and bit my neck. It felt amazing: I'm tall, so a man that could stick me from behind and still make out with me was wonderful. I could feel his aggression, his need to push into me, to mark me as his. My whimpers only encouraged his actions, his nibbles on my neck and shoulder, his need to shove his dick in me as deep as possible.

With a need that was clearly rising, he turned me around, kissing me deeply as I found his erection and pointed it back to where I needed it, ready to feel him fuck in missionary. I wrapped my legs around him, tightly, not wanting his manhood to leave my body. He kept himself buried inside me, only a couple short thrusts occasionally as we held one another tightly, our mouths stuck together as our tongues danced around one another. I came, my moans muffled by his mouth, my pussy and lower body spasming all around him.

His own orgasm had built up, he pulled away from our kiss to stare at me as he grunted and grunted again as I felt his cock swell with each jet of cum being sprayed into me. I hadn't really come down from my climax, I was in bliss for several minutes.

He collapsed on me, a few short kisses as we enjoyed the afterglow.

Eventually he went to the bathroom to shower and clean up just as a knock came. My husband had arrived too late to see the sex act. But he could see the aftermath. I opened the door, naked, my body a mess from sweat, drool, and another man's semen all over my inner thighs.

He smiled and we embraced, door still open.

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Husband's surprise visitors

My husband had been in a cheeky, mischievous mood; he couldn't keep his hands off me, or his cock out of me, all week. When I asked if he was going to set something up - finding a new lover for me - he'd only respond with "I'll try."

Saturday we had plans to take the kids to a park, one in another town where our first family house had been. Before I could get up, my husband laid on top of me and gave me a passionate kiss. I figured we were about to have some morning sex - and I was ready for it - but he stopped.

"You need to stay home today," he whispered.

"What? Why?" I said, confused, both at the statement and the cessation of foreplay.

"Because you have guests to entertain."

He proceeded to tell me that the "cuckqueen" and her husband were coming to our house. This was a couple we'd met with a little over a year ago: she likes to watch her husband have sex with other, married women. And she's watched me with her husband on 3 occasions now. Always at their home.

I was nervous. One, my husband would be away, with the kids. We rarely played alone, though I'd been away with this couple twice. Two, we never played at home, except with my husband's best friend and his wife. Our house was kind of a "safe place" in this lifestyle.

But, as he discussed the surprise, he continued to rub my very wet crotch, slowly and deliberately. It was a good way to leave me open to suggestion. I was so turned on I would've let a football team in the house to bang me.

We got up, dressed the kids, and I saw my family off around 11. I ran upstairs to get ready - I wanted to dress in something sexy since I didn't have to leave home - so I put on my favorite lacey black lingerie, pantiehose, and a garter belt. I did my best to prepare the bedroom when the bell rang.

I let them in, trying my best to hide my near-naked body behind the door, praying no neighbor was walking past. And it was chilly out: the cool air made my nipples rub hard against my outfit.

"What a pleasant surprise," I said to both, but had embraced the husband. His cold hands were on my back, pulling me in for a kiss. I took their jackets then brought the couple into our house. I showed them around, giving them a mini-tour of our place. It was fun, as I walked them around: them fully dressed, and me looking like I was prepared for a porno shoot.

I took them upstairs, to our bedroom. "This is where all the fun happens," I said, sitting on the side of my marital bed. The wife took a seat on our loveseat, her eyes fixed on her husband, slowly advancing to me.

"I've missed you," he said, putting his hand to the back of my neck. He pulled me into a deep, very wet kiss. My pussy had been on overdrive since my husband had teased it this morning, now I could feel I was likely soaking through my lingerie. I was going to have a hard time not wanting to jump him immediately.

During the embrace, I managed to undo his jeans, and pull them and his briefs down to release his cock. "And I missed you," I said to the piece of flesh stuck in my face. I sucked it - loudly - into my mouth. I knew the noises drove his wife wild. I looked over at her, sitting expressionless about 8 feet away. I smiled at her… well, "smiled" as much as I could with her husband's cock in my mouth. She gave a half-smile back, staring as I pleased her partner.

He took the rest of his clothing off, and put me on my bed. He pulled my panties to the side. "God, you're wet," he said.

"I've been soaking for hours thinking of you," I said, and meant it. Then I gasped, as his tongue flicked from bottom to top of my labia. I needed it touched, it had been months since I had had a lover. The fact it was in my own bed with a spectator watching made it hard not to have a mini-orgasm as he started his ministrations..

As I lay there, being pleasured on my bed, I looked over to his wife. Her eyes were fixed on her husband between my thighs. She looked up to me, our eyes meeting just as her husband stuck 2 fingers up into my pussy. I moaned and my eyes opened, but I didn't break eye contact.

He moved up my body, kissing me, his face still drenched with my pussy juices. I embraced the lewdness of it, covering my own face with my own secretions. We broke contact, and he started teasing my entrance with his penis tip. I smiled with each flick, and stared at him as he slowly pushed in. I wanted him to see my pleasure, to witness what his cock was doing to another woman.

We fucked slowly, as old lovers would, his slow thrusts felt good, as did the weight of his body on top of me. This slow fuck went on forever, to the point I had forgotten all about his wife, somewhere down towards the foot of the bed, likely watching her husband's ass clench as his cock pushed open my pussy, seeing our combined mess leak down over my asshole.

I came, pulling him down to me, and my convulsions made me push up into him, wanting his cock as deep as possible. He stopped, trying his best to hold off from cumming himself.

He pulled out to get more control, not wanting to cum quite yet. I moved around him, getting on my hands and knees… with my face pointed directly at his sitting wife. As he got up to me, and prepare his dick for rear entry, I watched her every facial expression. Joy, jealousy, fear, surprise, and excitement all seemed to combine into her silent, watchful gaze. The first few thrusts had me lost for a second, but I regained my desire to watch her watch me get pleased by her husband. "Thank you," I said to her, "thank you for letting me borrow your husband."

Her breath was slow and hard. So when her husband came, filling my pussy, I came too. He collapsed onto me, his sweaty body covering mine and holding my shuddering body down.

After a while to cool off, I told her I wanted a glass of water, because her husband had exhausted me so much. She went down to my kitchen, leaving her husband to hold me in my bed. By the time she returned, I was laying slightly on top of him, kissing him as I worked his cock into a renewed erection.

"Here, hold this," I said to her as I reached for the water glass, asking her to place her hands on her husband's erection. She had to get up on my bed, which had been soaked in sweat, semen, and my pussy juices. Husband and wife smiled at one another as her hand stroked his prick. I got back on the bed, holding his balls as she kept her hand on his cock. As she removed her hand, I took it, licking her fingers slightly.

She attempted to hop off the bed. "No, please, stay. Keep your husband company," I said, as I prepared to mount him. She scooted up to lie beside her husband, who was having a hard time switching between the gaze of his wife and me, as I slowly began to ride him. I bounced more and more, feeling him impale me on each downward push. Somehow, the way he was angled, the hardness of it, or just the view of a couple having this kinky fling sent me into orgasms twice.

As I was coming off my second climax he grabbed hold of his wife, and there heads touched. She gave him a slight kiss and smiled as he lost all control, shooting his load up into me.

My legs were cramped, I had been riding so long, and I fell off of him to the other side, my pussy just a complete, ruined mess.

We laid on my marital bed together for nearly an hour, husband and wife kissing as we talked. He and I were naked, she was fully clothed.

When it came time to leave, I asked if I could be a bad guest and stay in bed. I told them I wanted to stay like this for my husband to find.

Less than an hour later, he did…

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Many, many conversations in bed like this.

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I love my husband, and I love our lovemaking. But, sometimes, I just want to take hard cock.

I don't want a guy to make love to me. I want a guy to tell me how to dress. Then I want him to rip it off when I get there. I want him to tell me what to do. Then I want to amaze him with my willingness.

I want him to take me and use me like a $50 whore. Forget the foreplay. I want him to pull his cock out and push it between my lips until I choke on it. Spank me. Push me down and pull my knees apart. Shove his fingers into me. Squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples and bite my neck. Then mount me and pound his stiff cock into my pussy and make me take it all.

I want him crush me with his weight and pound me into submission. I want every thrust of his hips to savagely knock the breath from my lungs while I cry and moan and suffer through his onslaught.

I want him to take my ass. I don't want him to ask. I want him to grab his cock and push the tip against my ass and force it in, even if I try to wiggle away. I want him to lean into me and push deeper until every inch is inside. I want him to shove my face into the mattress to silence my cries, and pound my ass until his thrusts become waves of pleasure.

I want to lay beneath him, panting and sweating. If he wants me again I will completely yield to his wishes. Afterward I want to lay in his arms and thank him. I want to thank him for fucking me and defiling me and using me like that whore that I needed to be for him. I want to thank him for stretching me and cumming in me and for letting me give him my entire being.

Then I want to stumble home. I want to remember and relive every minute before I pass out. I want to feel worn out and sore and stretched and leaking cum during the night while I sleep. I want to pass out from the exertion, reaching down to touch my tender lips in the final moments before I slip away.

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Watching her put herself in his hands, surrendering everything to him, is a beautiful thing. It's unpredictable and rare, especially when I'm watching. The cherry on top is seeing her pull him close and kiss him deeply at the moment she cums. It's erotic, and a bit angsty. It's the rare glimpse of her unbridled intimacy with another man.

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Amazing to watch him sliding into her for the first time of the evening, and watching him pull mostly out and seeing her shiny pussy juice all over his cock. Hearing her moan with delight. But I do rather enjoy watching him build to a faster pace, close his eyes, stiffen his jaw, and tighten his ass cheeks as he makes one final plunge into her, listening to him grunt with each spurt while she moans her approval. The base of his cock is twitching where her pink pussy holds him like a sleeve inside of her, and I know that each twitch is another spurt of sperm that I’m going to clean out of her in a couple of minutes.

[seattlecouple4fun]

Some men like to watch athletically-gifted men play sports. My husband likes to watch anatomically-gifted men play with me.