I Don’t Care What Others See.

You can’t resist the temptation.

We hadn’t planned to fuck tonight, because you’re ovulating, and it’s your most fertile day. You know I don’t use condoms and I don’t pull out, so if we fuck I’m going to be filling you with my cum. You’re always horny when you’re fertile, so you’re trying to be careful. To be safe, you’ve been avoiding me all day, so as not to be tempted. You’re so horny, though, you can’t help but think about how good it would feel, even though you know you shouldn’t. After a glass of wine, though, you can’t help but think, well, what’s the risk in just kissing and teasing me a bit?

As you feel my lips against yours and my hands caressing your body, you begin to forget all that. You’re so wet, so weak, and you know you would do anything for me to ravish you. You reach down and stroke my cock, feeling it stiffen, and start thinking about how good it would feel inside you. You’re dripping with anticipation, and my roving hands and the feeling of our bodies pressed together seem more important than anything else. You know you shouldn’t be taking my bare cock inside you, but you are having trouble remembering why.

You don’t resist as I lead you back to the room and throw you down onto the bed. You moan softly in anticipation, and begin to touch yourself. I can tell you’re wet and you need me. I smile, getting even harder as I know it’s your most fertile day.

As you lie squirming on the bed, I lick you, finger you, and make your body writhe with pleasure. Soon all thoughts of risk have left your mind, and all you can think about is your own pleasure. I kiss you, deeply, rubbing the head of my cock against the entrance to your pussy. One last step.

“Beg for me,” I command.

“I need you now,” you beg, whimpering and pushing your hips up against me, trying to get my cock in you. “please, daddy.”

As you beg, I smile, and I push your legs apart, lifting them up. All I want is to dominate you, to fill you, to feel the perfect feeling of your pussy. I push my cock against the entrance to your pussy, rubbing you and teasing you again, feeling how wet you are. Your moan softly in need and desire. I slide in a little bit, and you instinctively arch your back, pushing your hips against me, barely able to speak other than to man in pleasure. Your brain is shut off, and all you can think about is how good it will feel to drain me.

I slide all the way in, filling you and feeling your tight wet pussy contract around me, ravishing you, using your body. The pleasure and pain hits you in waves. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you think, what your concerns or world-weary stresses are now. Right now, all you feel is the amazing feeling of my throbbing, hard cock filling your tight, wet cunt. You moan in surprise as my cock thrusts deep inside you, stirring up your insides, making you feel so wonderfully full and satisfied and happy.

I pull back and thrust over and over again, feeling you contract and writhe on my cock, your body convulsing with each thrust, each shock of pleasure going straight to your brain as ecstasy wracks you, the feeling of my bare cock inside you driving you mad. I use you roughly, harshly, feeling every thrust causing you to clench on me and cry out in pleasure. Feeling your pussy contract around my hard cock, so wet and tight and hot, drives me into an animalistic state, and I fuck you with abandon, shoving all the way in over and over again, hilting myself inside you.

I can feel you getting even wetter, and you know that this is where you belong. Impaled on my cock, feeling me rearrange your insides as I jackhammer into you over and over again. I feel my orgasm coming, but I’m not going to pull out. As I push the head of my cock against your cervix, it feels so good to just use you, to dominate you, to take advantage of you for my pleasure, and nothing would make me feel better than making you take all of my cum.

It’s risky, you’re ovulating, and we both know it, but it doesn’t matter to each of us. You try to open your mouth to say something, to beg me to pull out, but all you can find yourself doing is groaning and begging me to cum inside you. Your entire body is on fire, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through you as I thrust into you over and over again.

I hold you down as you twist and moan in pleasure, and I fuck you, primally, instinctively, and the only thing in the world that matters to me is the feeling of your hot went cunt around my cock. I bottom out in you, filling you, feeling your body writhe against me as I climax. I hold you against me and stay deep inside you as I shoot rope after rope of hot seed inside you. The feeling of the hot jet of my seed in your womb causes you to cum so hard you nearly black out, your pussy clenching around me, your womb drinking up every drop. The feeling of you clenching and cumming on my cock, your pussy drawing up my seed into your womb, is amazing, perfect, exquisite. The fact that you’re ovulating, and that I’ve probably knocked you up, is even better.

One order of older married man ☕️

I don’t support real cheating and don’t like it one bit but it would be so hot for us to recognize how wrong it is. He’s married, experienced, and older meanwhile I’m the opposite.

The tension builds up until one day he just snaps and drags me into his house. Into the bed that he shares with his wife. To feel his wedding ring on my body! Maybe around my throat, squeezing my cheeks, or the tight grip he has while fucking me. Fucking full of anger and need. It's so messed up but it feels good, watching as I fall apart on his cock. How there are tears in my eyes as I moan. How much tighter I get when I cum.

He can't help but blame me for this, for cheating on her. But maybe it's just because he is a perv who couldn't help himself. Can't cum inside because he can't risk it more than he already is. So he paints me in it, is so satisfied as he looks at the messy younger girl under him.

This was bad we both knew it even coming down from our highs. But that didn’t stop him from leaning down and kissing me. Telling me this would happen again and that we needed to keep it our little secret.

You’re fucking an older daddy and having the time of your life with him. He loves bouncing you on his cock day after day. What he doesn’t like is that you want a baby. He already has adult kids, and that’s enough for him. You don’t care. You pin him down and ride him during a time you know you’re ovulating. He says no and tries to get you off him. You don’t care. You hold tight and ride him harder while says no, until he has no choice but to erupt into you. You drain him dry and don’t get off until you’re satisfied and he’s passed out.

I am laying here thinking about you…

Thinking about the types of things we say to one another and what they mean…

When I say I love you, it means I have given you my heart. All of my heart and I trust you to keep it safe in your hands…

When I say you’re my everything, it means my day starts and ends with you. You’re my smile, my happiness, my calm, my passion, my excitment, my hope and everythig else I feel.

When I say you are mine, it means just that. Mine to cherish, to protect, to care for, to hold when the world gets too much, to make you smile when you can’t find a way on your own, to put you above anything and everything. Your happiness, your peace is my priority.

When I say you’re beautiful, I mean in my eyes you are perfect. Your smile lights up my world. Your eyes see right into my core. It means I love every curve, every inch of your body even when you do not see it in yourself. It means your beauty goes deep into who you are. Your compassion, your care, the love you give not only to me but all those who come into your world. Truly beautiful inside and out, head to toe.

When I say I miss you, I mean the minute we leave one another I want you back. It means I never want to let you go.

When I say you are my soul, I mean I am connected to you in a way that could only be dreamt of before meeting you. I mean we were meant to cross paths.That I knew you long before I met you and in you I found what I have always longed for in another.

When I say I adore you, it means every breath I take is for you. It means nothing is more important to me than your happiness. It means I want to know everything about you. I will always be there for you. I will always stand by you no matter what and I will strive to be everything you need every minute of every day.

It doesn’t matter what words are used to descibe what you mean to me and how you make me feel but sometimes it all gets summed up when I look at you and call you “Baby girl”…💙♾😈

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Hotwife Lifestyle - Understanding Our Man’s Hotwife Fantasy and How to Use That to Our Advantage

The fantasy of having a “Hotwife” is growing, in fact, research shows it is growing at a higher rate than a good majority of the other lifestyle alternatives, including the old staple of “swinging” and the modern “open relationship”.  Why is it that a fantasy that revolves around only one part of a relationship – the woman – going out and finding pleasure from another man more intriguing to an increasing number of men than going out and “getting some” for himself?  

Basic psychology tells us that men are highly competitive creatures.  They have a drive to compete with other males of the species for the best mate – this isn’t so much different than what happens in the animal kingdom.  Most men have an innate drive to compete with other men when it comes to the “best mate” or the “most attractive woman”.  With this being said, one of the reservations of most women who find out about their husband or partner’s Hotwife fantasy is that he is somehow “weaker” than the rest because he wants to give up his position as your only partner.  Is this really true, though?  Could the truth lie somewhere within today’s man’s loss of natural competition in everyday life, and a desire to maintain a level of competition after marriage or “monogamy”?  Is this weakness, or rather the ultimate confidence?  

Cuckholding aside, because this aspect of the fantasy requires a bit more in terms of a “woman led” relationship, and a bit more from the man in terms of a desire for mental sadomasochism, a good majority of men enjoy the idea that they have been able to “capture” the best mate and even when she’s out having amazing physical and emotional experiences with men who may have qualities that actually supersede their own – a better body, a larger cock, youth, more prowess in bed – their woman actually WANTS to come back to them at the end of the night.  While most Hotwife-Husbands do get some level of turn-on from the jealousy and the possibility that their Hotwife may actually be enjoying their dates more than they enjoy being “at home”, the overwhelming desire is the competition and the “win” in terms of having a wife who chooses them again and again even after being allowed to go out and have other men.  

As Hotwives, we may be the focus of the fantasy, but there is that deeper and more psychological desire of a man who, even after committing to one woman, is able to compete with other males sexually.  This is why the desire for “reclaiming” a Hotwife after a date is so strong – it’s actually been scientifically proven that men who are able to reclaim a partner after she has been with someone else have an increase in testosterone levels, which means stronger desire, more powerful erections, longer lasting erections, and an overall stronger sex drive.  So, what does this mean for us as Hotwives?

He Enjoys the Jealousy, Go with It

As women we’ve learned that inducing some jealousy can actually be a good thing when it comes to dating – before we’ve found our “person”.  We use our female prowess to keep the men who we are seeing guessing…why?  Because they seem more interested in us when it seems as though we may not be 100% there.  So, if this works in the dating world, why wouldn’t it work once we’re married? In contrast, women typically don’t respond as well, or in the same way to jealousy – we tend to worry, question, and sometimes shut down if we feel that he might be “just not that into us”.  Naturally, because of our own feelings on the matter, we tend to avoid making our men jealous once we’ve committed to them, because we, ourselves don’t want to feel as though we’re in constant competition with other, more attractive, sexier, younger, etc., women.  Why would we do something to the man that we love that we, ourselves, would hate?

For men, though, and especially those with Hotwife fantasies, jealousy is a big component and tool for us to keep our men hot and bothered.  Sometimes just the mere mention of being flirted with by that cute guy at our favorite restaurant, or our interest in the sexy personal trainer at the gym is enough to send our men into a sexual frenzy.  It doesn’t take a lot to feed the fantasy.  It’s not ALL about dates and recounting how well we got worked over in the bedroom (and how much we loved it), though that is the ultimate turn on for our men, it’s also about the little things – the mention of our interest in someone else, the sexy messages that we send to potential lovers or Bulls, the “tease” of how much we loved what our last Bull did for us and how much we’re looking forward to doing it again.  Remember, this ignites the “competition” element of things, which is natural for men.

The More You Enjoy it, the More He Enjoys it

You may be thinking, “But I’m doing it for him, I’m not doing it for myself” (a common theme by A LOT of Hotwives), but in reality, our men WANT us to enjoy our encounters. They want to hear about what this “other guy” did for or to is that sent us over the edge, and yes, they want to hear what we liked better about the “other guy”.  I know it seems crazy, because we don’t want to imagine our men, even if we did allow them to be with other women, thinking that their “others” were better, sexier, hotter or had something that we don’t.  That’s because we don’t have that “competition drive” like our men do.

Let’s face it, despite what our men tell us – “It’s all about your pleasure” or “I don’t get anything out of it unless you’re enjoying it, because I love you so much” – this isn’t some ultimate “unselfish” thing our men are doing for us.  These things come out of their mouths, but what they are really saying is “I want to know that you came three times while he was fucking you, and you STILL want to come home to me”.  It’s their kink, and we have to understand it.  

So, if you’ve actually taken the step into the world of Hotwifing, you’re going to have to learn how to properly tease your man into believing that, just maybe, your Bull was better than him in some ways.  Whenever you think “But I’m only doing it for him”, follow that us with “I’m doing it for him and he WANTS to know that I absolutely enjoyed it”.  Find some aspect of your encounter that was mind-blowing, and recount, in great detail exactly what it was that sent you over the edge.  This may require a little bit of embellishment, and that’s OKAY…trust me…embellishment is your friend in this situation.  Tell your man about your Bull’s amazing cock, how good if felt, how good he tasted, how fantastic he was at oral sex, etc.  These are the things that will ramp up that competition streak in your man and make him want to reclaim you with increased vigor and desire.  

The More You Want Someone Else, The More Your Man Wants You

Again, you’re playing on the competition and the teasing aspect of things here…  The more that you act as if you WANT to be a Hotwife, the more that your husband or partner is going to WANT you.  His desire for you is going to skyrocket, his sexual desire for you is going to make it so that he’s ready to chew his own leg off to get you back in bed.  I have experienced this firsthand many times…if I am completely honest about an “encounter” and admit to “D” that my Bull was lacking in some way, or I didn’t quite “get there”, he isn’t nearly as turned on as when I tell him about how amazing things were.  I don’t like or believe in lying, but I do advocate for being selective and stretching the truth…maybe your lover wasn’t the best at giving oral sex, but maybe he was an amazing kisser, so a good answer would be “he was amazing with his mouth” and leave the rest up for interpretation.  

We’re women.  We are strong and capable and we are smart.  And the truth is, this is a GAME we are playing for and with our husbands/partners, so we need to get our heads into the game. Furthermore, this is an intellectual game, and we need to use our intellects to get to where we want to be.  Where do we want to be?  We want to have a husband/partner who is absolutely drooling over us, believes we are the ultimate sexual goddess, and in is jealous enough to realize that in order to “compete” they will need to step up their own game in order to “keep” us satisfied – be that with amazing sex, extra romance, other rewards, or all of the above.  

Happy Hotwifing!

-S

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 “𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱” 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 “𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳” 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 “𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥” 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 “𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘰? 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?” 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 “𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵'𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵... 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴... 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶? ...𝘯𝘰? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘺, 𝘩𝘶𝘩?”

Absolutely.

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