Thursday, 31 January 2013

Sometimes it gets lonely...

Being the wife of a truck driver means that I spend a lot of time on my own. I'm a very tactile woman, and I enjoy physical contact in addition to having a very high sex drive, so having Mark away for a week or two or three gets a little wearing. I certainly appreciate that because of his work that I am able to be a stay at home mother to our daughter, but I am glad that he allows me to have other partners or I think I would go crazy! I enjoy masturbation as much as the next person (probably more!), but I find it's just no substitute for a real hard cock in my pussy and lips on mine.

After I dropped my daughter off at preschool, I decided to go home and have a nap. Some days are just like that :) I remember having a very erotic dream and when I woke up, my pussy was dripping and I wanted so badly to have my pussy licked. I wanted to be spoiled and have it all about me- NOW.

Well, seems like Craigslist is a good venue for that! So I posted and got a response from *Brian, who told me that he loved licking pussy and would go down on me for as long as I wanted with no reciprocation necessary. That sounded like a pretty good deal to me, so I hopped in the shower and put on something sexy ;) I wore a white bustier trimmed with pink and black, and black garters and stockings. I left the white G string in my drawer- I knew I wouldn't need it!

Brian rang my doorbell not long after, and I took him upstairs and he immediately got to work :) I just lay back on my bed and relaxed while he explored my pussy and my breasts with his tongue and fingers. Every man seems to have a different style when it comes to licking pussy, and some seem to do it for me more than others. Unfortunately I have no idea what the difference is to explain what I want! Generally, if I'm enjoying myself, I am too busy orgasming to think about what they are doing to me ;) He started off slowly, but he was as good as his word and he enjoyed himself making me scream and cum for over 40 minutes before that ache inside me for cock built up. I asked him if he wanted to fuck and he smiled and said sure, so I pulled out a condom. He only lasted a couple of minutes- he told me that licking me had gotten him too excited. So it wasn't quite as satisfying as I'd hoped... but it was certainly nice to be spoiled and I had certainly needed the licking!

Sunday, 27 January 2013

Another Checkmark

I've always had a fantasy about seducing the home repair guy. It's so sexy to think about bartering my body to get some work done around the house. I am not sure why, but it really turned me on. However, I'm not confident enough to try it on a "regular" repair guy because it could just be messy and awkward. It was a really fun fantasy to enjoy, but I wanted to find a way to enjoy it for real.

So, when our stove broke, Mark suggested that I see if I could find a repairman on Craigslist. That seemed like an interesting idea! I got so many responses from actual repairmen in the first twenty minutes! I wasn't expecting that kind of interest!

I picked one who told me about his experience with stoves and major appliance repair, and had a reasonably attractive picture. The inside element was broken, so he replaced it and and messed around with the wiring for a while. It started heating up again, but didn't get to where it should be. Unfortunately the problem was serious enough that it was just time to buy a new stove. But, *Trenton had spent over half an hour trying to fix it, so even though I had put in my ad that if the repairman couldn't fix it I was not offering anything (to weed out guys pretending to be repairmen to get head!), I figured that he deserved something :) So, I suggested he make himself more comfortable on my couch.

I knelt in front of him and pulled out his cock. He was soft but I could see he was nice and thick. I took his cock in my mouth and started to stroke it gently with my tongue as I moved my head up and down his shaft. Before he even got hard, I felt him spraying my throat with cum! Guess he really enjoyed himself ;)

So, another fantasy crossed off my bucket list. I'm the irresistible, alluring housewife who craves cock and is always willing...

I think I know what I'm going to do next time I need home repair. I still find the idea sexy after doing it, and apparently my last repairman found me sexy!

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Another try at Craigslist

I had such a great experience with Bobby that I thought I'd give Craigslist another try. Also, when I'm ovulating, my inhibitions are down and I just crave cock! It's pretty easy to tell when it's that time of the month. I'm on birth control and I also use condoms with casual partners... but that doesn't stop my body from insisting on as much sex as possible during that time!

I've never actually been with a man with a very large cock before. My favourite partners have all been in roughly the average range, and I was just fine with that. After all, sex is a full body experience. But, there was always that little part of me that wondered what it would be like! Well, *Tyr (yes, that's really the name that the random generator gave me!) had posted a very well written ad along with a cock pic. A very large cock pic. Normally that doesn't appeal to me, because I'm looking for more than a cock when I want to have sex. But I emailed him back and forth a few times and enjoyed the chat, and then I thought, why not try and see what all the hype is about?

I met Tyr at the bar at his hotel for a drink. He was a visiting university lecturer from Texas and looking for a little company the night he was in town. One big advantage of Craigslist is that it is much more immediate than other sites I use- people are generally looking for the same day. That can be handy for a horny, ovulating hotwife!

We enjoyed a nice chat at the bar before heading up to his room. He had told me he had a lingerie fetish, so I wore a purple and black lace embroidered bra and thong, and black thigh highs along with fuck-me heels. I stripped down to that, and he asked me to leave the rest on. I knelt on the couch over his face and he licked and fingered me around my thong. I was dying to see that cock, though! I undid his buckle and an enormous cock sprang out. I asked him and he told me it was nine inches. Wow!

I started to suck it and there was still room on his shaft for my hand to stroke him. But, I didn't like that :) Those of you who know me will know how much I love to deep throat a cock. I love to have my lips on a man's balls and know that I've taken it all. I said to Tyr that I wasn't sure I could do it but I was going to try! We tried a few different positions and he was very patient while I worked my mouth up and down his cock. Of course, I'm sure it wasn't too difficult for him to stand back and enjoy my mouth and tongue and lips! Then, I got it- his cock slid deep into my throat and I had every last inch. He started to fuck my throat and I could only handle it for a little while before I needed air, but we kept doing it. He was so excited- he told me in 45 years no one had ever swallowed his entire cock. I was very proud of myself :) I like knowing that he is going to remember me every time some woman has her mouth on his cock!

I was still waiting to see how different it would feel to have that monster cock inside me. He put on a condom and lay down on the bed and told me to take my time climbing on. I was pretty excited so it didn't take long before his cock slid all the way in. Honestly though, it wasn't all that different fucking a huge cock than an average sized one. I think I enjoy girth more than length. I felt a little stretched out but it was nothing earthshattering. The sex was enjoyable but not too exciting, and when I was done I didn't feel the urge to relax and cuddle with him in bed so I just got dressed to go. He emailed me again the next day and told me he really enjoyed seeing me and sent me a video of him jerking off and talking about how much he loved fucking my mouth hard and deep. That was sexy, knowing he was thinking about me while he stroked himself.

So, now I know what it's like to fuck a big cock. And guys, I'll still say that it's not what you've got, it's what you do with it (and your tongue and your lips and your fingers!)

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

A First Foray onto Craigslist

The past few months had been a little stressful (nothing related to my marriage, just that I'd been busy and not in the mood to go sorting through an inbox full of replies!) and I had taken some time off from seeing other men. My husband was encouraging me to go out and have fun again. Mark is more of an introvert, so he is happy just staying home and relaxing. I really love getting out of the house and especially going on a date.

I enjoy the anticipation of sexy texting with a man and looking forward to a first meeting. I like sitting across from a man and playing with the straw of my drink while we're making conversation and thinking of the naughty things we want to do to each other. I like flirting with someone new, the first touch, the first kiss. It's an excitement that you just can't get in a long term relationship. And I love feeling sexy and beautiful and desirable. I know my husband feels that way about me, but he's my husband and he loves me. It's really nice to hear things like that from other men who don't have to say those things! I love the expression on a new man's face when he sees me all dolled up in sexy lingerie.

I had been irritable lately, so Mark figured I needed to get out and he was right. He knows me so well. I normally try to meet men on Ashley Madison, since that seems to be a good place for what I'm looking for. I like to have ongoing FWB type relationships with men; I'm not really a one night stand kind of girl. I hadn't really found anyone interesting, so one of my girlfriends suggested I give Craigslist a try. I was a little skeptical, since I know there are lots of freaks and crazies there (and I certainly heard from a few!).

But, sometimes you get lucky, in more ways than one! I got an email from a business traveller named Bobby* (again, using this handy dandy name generator to protect the not-so-innocent!), which was very appealing. I decided to go and meet him, and I'm glad I did! He was a really interesting person, and I genuinely enjoyed having a drink and a chat with him. The chemistry was great between us. I decided to go to his hotel with him, and ironically we were both unprepared for it. Do you know how difficult it is to find condoms at 11pm in a small town? :)

Fortunately, we managed, because the sex was incredible. I always wear something sexy under my clothes if I think I might be having some fun, so I had a sexy green and pink lace push up bra and matching thong. Bobby certainly enjoyed it! I sucked his cock until he told me he was dying for a taste of me :) Mmm... a girl can't resist an offer like that, at least one who loves having her pussy licked as much as I do. He licked me and fingered me to many, many satisfying orgasms until I had to take a break to rehydrate and come down a little! We fucked and his cock felt so good inside me, before he pulled out, took off the condom, and filled my mouth with cum :) Very, very enjoyable encounter. We relaxed in bed and just enjoyed each other's company and conversation afterwards, until we looked at the clock and realized neither of us was going to get to bed before 3am so I'd better go home!

I am very much looking forward to seeing Bobby again next time he comes back to town!

Friday, 4 January 2013

How we began...

So how did we get from a vanilla couple who enjoyed some racy fantasies to a practicing hotwife couple?

In January 2012, we went on our annual vacation to an all inclusive resort in Mexico. We met a nice couple about ten years older than we are, with similar interests. We spent a lot of time socializing and having fun together as a group.

About halfway through the trip, I started to notice that the husband, Bob (*names always changed to protect the not-so-innocent), was coming onto me. At first, I thought he was simply being friendly. Nearly every day, he would find something about my appearance to compliment, and not just a general “You look nice”, but something like “Those shoes are really great.” It made it clear that he was actually looking at me and not just being polite. Then there would be the casual hand on my arm or shoulder, and the suggestive remarks. I commented about it to my husband but we both kind of ignored it.

I didn’t do anything to slow Bob’s advances, though. It was incredibly flattering to me that this attractive older man was pursuing me so intently. I had never been chased like this before and the thought that he found me sexy and desirable was so appealing. I was having a hard time remembering all the reasons why we were leaving this in the fantasy world. But Bob and I were never alone for more than a minute or two, so nothing happened. One day towards the end of the trip, the four of us went to the beach together and we were having a great day. Our spouses went to get a table for lunch, and Bob and I went to wash our hands. I said to him “I feel so special being here (we were in the VIP area)!” and he smiled, put his arm around my waist, and replied “I always feel special when I’m with you.” I remember the warm rush of pleasure that went through me when he said that and I couldn’t help but smile back.

The four of us went to dinner that night, and I was sitting across from Bob. It was formal night, and I was wearing a black Marilyn Monroe style dress. I accidentally knocked my butter knife off the table and it bounced off my dress and fell to the floor. As I was anxiously examining my dress for butter stains, I felt Bob’s hand on my thigh and when I looked at him, he smiled and said “I don’t see anything but didn’t want to miss my chance to feel you up.” His hand felt good… I looked over to see what my husband was doing, and he and Bob’s wife were just chatting away; he hadn’t even noticed our interplay.

That night, it almost felt like things were scripted… Mark wanted to go watch the jazz concert, and since that isn’t my thing I went to the bar with Bob and his wife. After about fifteen minutes, Bob’s wife decided to go to bed early since she wasn’t feeling well. He said to her as she left “You know I am going to flirt with her, right?” and his wife just laughed and said “Have at it!” When she left, the air suddenly exploded with sexual tension. Bob moved to sit next to me, and he started stroking my fingers. We had both been drinking enough to loosen up but we weren’t drunk. His strong hands on my fingers felt like they were running a direct line of current to my pussy; I wanted so badly to fuck him. We tried to make small talk but it was very clear what both of us were thinking about. He told me that he and his wife had an open marriage and he has been attracted to me from the very first day. He said he would love to spend some time with me if my husband and his wife gave permission and asked me if I had done this before. I told him that I hadn’t, but that it was something we had talked about. I remember telling him that all I could think about right now was what it would be like to kiss him, and he said “Let’s find out.” The feeling of his lips on mine was incredible. I couldn’t help but think about them all over my body. He told me that it wouldn’t go any farther without permission and I really respect him for that, even as I wanted to just rip his clothes off and get fucked right there in the bar.

Before too long, Mark came back to join us and he had a drink with Bob and I. Finally, I told my husband that I wanted to go to bed, and he knew what I meant. Bob laughed and told Mark that he’d gotten me all warmed up and to enjoy.

On the way back to our room, I told him that Bob and I had kissed. He was very taken aback and didn’t know how to react. I think having it come from more or less out of left field was hard on him. He was happy I had told him about it though, rather than keeping it behind his back. He told me that he didn’t want to have sex after all though because he needed some time to process things. That night I was so hot and bothered- all I could think about was fucking Bob. It took me hours before I could finally fall asleep.

In the morning, we were supposed to meet Bob and his wife for brunch when we got up. Mark and I had a talk in bed where I told him that I really, really wanted to fuck Bob. I know I didn’t handle the situation very well, and I hurt him. I told him that it was just sex, that I wasn’t interested in Bob personally, and that I loved Mark very much. But that I really wanted to have sex with Bob! I probably wore him down. After he had a shower he told me to go ahead and do it. I started to feel guilty and he brushed aside all my feelings and told me that I should do it, as long as it was just sex.

Part of me knew that this was a bad idea because he wasn’t secure with the situation, but I decided to let my hormones run things. I still regret that I caused Mark the hurt that I did, since we rushed into the situation a bit. I know he was feeling hurt and rejected and alone, and I clearly did not put our marriage first this time. In hindsight, it’s difficult to say if I wish I had completely passed up the opportunity to have sex with Bob because Mark was uncomfortable, because I don’t know if we would be in the lifestyle now if I had. But I do wish the situation between us had heated up earlier so that Mark and I had more time to discuss things before it actually happened.

I shaved my pussy and put on a sexy but classy sundress and we went downstairs. After brunch, Mark said that he was going to go shopping and get a present for his sister, and left me with Bob and his wife. The hard part was screwing up my courage to tell Bob what I wanted, but I felt awkward talking to him in front of his wife. We were relaxing at the coffee shop and I asked Bob if he would walk me up to my room to get a necklace that I’d borrowed from his wife for formal night. When he came with me, I told him that I’d talked to Mark and had permission to play. He got such an excited look on his face when I made it clear what I wanted, and he said we would talk to his wife.

When we got back to the coffee shop, he told his wife that Mark was okay with the two of us having some private time and asked if it was okay with her. She said “Sure, have fun.” He went to go to the shop to buy some condoms, and there I was awkwardly sitting with the wife of the man I was about to fuck. She and I had become good friends, but this was a new experience for me! She seemed very relaxed and at ease, and even told me what he liked in bed. When he got back, I remember very clearly her telling him “Don’t break her!” and thinking what an odd situation I had found myself in! I was very nervous, even though Bob had his arm around me to guide me back to their room. I told him that I really needed a drink to relax and he opened a bottle of champagne that they had in their room. I remember that I chugged a glass like it was water. He turned around with his back to me and asked me if I’d unhook the chain he wore around his neck. I stepped closer to him to unlock the clasp, and he reached back and started stroking my thigh. I sucked in my breath as shivers of desire went through my body. He undressed himself, and walked over to the bed and patted the space beside him. I went over to him, and he slid my sundress straps down my shoulders and it puddled on the floor at my feet. I told him that I hadn’t been with another man in eleven years and he just smiled and told me how beautiful I am.

We had sex for two hours, and it was mindblowing. I really enjoyed myself, and I know he did, too. After we were both sated, we just lay back in the bed and cuddled. Bob joked that it would be funny if the vanillas could see us, snuggled up in bed after great sex talking about our spouses! When we got cleaned up, we went down to the coffee shop and had a drink, and we were both smiling giddily at each other like we couldn’t believe what had just happened.

We went looking for our spouses, and I found Mark in the casino watching a basketball game. I could tell immediately that he’d been drinking. He asked me if I’d done it, and I said yes. Bob said he was going to go find his wife and they’d catch up with us at dinner, and Mark and I decided to go back to our room. He told me he wanted some of what Bob had gotten, and we had sex, but I could tell he wasn’t in a good state emotionally. I tried to be supportive but I could tell he was having trouble dealing with his feelings. He didn’t want to talk, though, so we didn’t. Mark is a real introvert and he prefers to be by himself when he has something to think about. We didn’t have a big emotional heart to heart or anything like that. He told me later we should have cancelled our dinner plans, since it was hard for him to sit next to the man who’d been fucking his wife all afternoon and act naturally. Mark was very clear that he still loved me very much, and before we went to bed we reconnected with a game of gin rummy in bed, a pastime of ours.

We did survive that night, and the next day it was time to go home. We said our goodbyes and headed to the airport. It was the first time I was ever glad for a flight stranding us overnight, because Mark and I needed some time to ourselves before getting home to our daughter and reality. We did a lot of talking about our feelings that night, and had a lot of very passionate sex. I made it clear to him that the reason I wanted to have sex with Bob had nothing to do with the way I felt about Mark. I wanted to reassure him that it was not that he is a bad lover, or wasn’t being attentive to my needs; it was purely that there was an intense physical attraction there, and I really wanted to take advantage of it. I won’t deny that it had been a fantasy of mine as well to have an older, more experienced lover, and that certainly played into my desire for Bob. He felt a lot better when he understood what was going on in my head, and realized this was adding something to my life, not taking anything away from him or replacing him.

Much to both of our delight, when we returned home, our libidos were both still working overtime and we continued having an amazing sex life; much better than we’d been having before. We didn’t discuss the things I had done in bed with Bob, so it wasn’t the typical hotwife situation where the husband is getting off on hearing about the behaviour of his wife. In our case, it was just that we were having a reawakening of our physical passion, which had been waning over the past two years since we had our daughter. We both wanted sex all the time; I was (and still am!) wet constantly. He hasn’t explained to me everything he felt at the time, but I think there was also an element of reclaiming there for him. He wanted to make sure I was his, and I was happy to show him how much I want him, both emotionally and sexually. We found that we were communicating better about our thoughts and feelings, and connecting better on an emotional level. Our marriage got stronger. We both found ourselves behaving in a more loving and generous manner towards each other. I’m not really sure why, except that it feels like the needs of both of us were being fulfilled, so we were able to be more giving to each other.

Mark and I have talked about our lifestyle choices on a fairly regular basis since we decided to keep going; one of the great benefits of this lifestyle is the great communication that is required to keep both partners happy. It meant a lot to me when he said “This is the second best decision we’ve ever made.” He has also told me that he feels more secure in our marriage now that I fuck other men, than he did before. He laughed and told me that it sounds so odd, but it makes perfect sense to me.

Mark told me that he thinks our relationship is truly something special because we’re both pursuing what makes us happy, and doing it while we grow closer together. We’re happier with each other than we ever have been, and I include the “honeymoon” period early in a relationship. We have the comfortable familiarity of a long term relationship, and all the fire and passion of a new love affair. It’s been wonderful.

I'm looking forward to seeing what 2013 will bring!

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Happy New Year!

I've been thinking for a while that it might be fun to share my adventures, since this isn't exactly the type of thing that one discusses in polite company! But where to begin?

Hi, my name is Vicki and I love to fuck. It's a new year, and I want to keep track of all the fun I get up to! We started hotwifing in 2012, but we were still finding our feet in the lifestyle. This year, I am really ready to enjoy being a slutty wife with a wonderful husband.

We're just an average couple; if you met us on the street you'd never know what we enjoy behind closed doors. He's 32 and I'm 29, and we've been married for 8 years and have a three year old daughter. He's a long haul truck driver, and I'm a stay at home wife. We've got a wonderful marriage, a great sex life, and we're very much in love.

So, what's our secret? My husband, Mark, lets me have sex with other men. In fact, he actively encourages it! A few years ago, I would never have imagined that our life would be like this. Now, I can't imagine it any other way.

I guess I've always had a bit of a dirty mind. In the first year of our marriage, I started publishing online erotica and corresponding with some of my readers. At first, I wrote about topics that I thought would please my readers, but as I became more established in my readership, I started to write about my fantasies and turnons. I found myself writing about hotwifing before I even knew what it really was. Over and over, my protagonist would kiss her husband goodbye before she headed out on a date, or he would be sitting on a chair watching her play with a partner and then come over afterwards to take her himself. It was an real turn on for me to write those stories. I shared them with my husband and we always had amazing sex afterwards. We talked about involving another man in our sex life, but I wasn’t comfortable with hooking up with a stranger, and we didn’t want to ruin any friendships, so it stayed in the realm of fantasy for years, and that’s where I thought it would stay.

But, sometimes life throws us some surprises...