I’m Feeling Like Oprah Today…

I’ve changed my blog name from “gg-kc-mw4m” to “hot-wife-confessions”. Hopefully it’ll make the purpose of my blog a little clearer!

It would be amazing to be behind you on a trail riding that bike with the cockseat.

Yes, but if you were behind me I’d want you to pull me over into a secluded grove just off the trail and mount me from behind, slamming your thick cock deep inside me, fucking my dripping wet pussy harder with each stroke, until you unload your heavy balls with a final thrust and a loud groan deep into my womb. 🚴🏻‍♀️🍑🍆🚴🏽‍♂️

Read your response but fail to see the comparison. When a woman swallows a man’s cum it’s a lusty, passionate act between consenting heterosexual partners and yes I enjoy doing it. When a man swallows another man’s cum, at a minimum it’s a bisexual act and clearly a homosexual act if directly from another man’s cock. My husband is a macho guy much like you husband’s best friend and at 6’2” he’s built like your Mr Universe rugby player, however, he has an average sized cock. To a certain point I envy you with your smaller husband because it often takes effort from both of us to find and/or convince bulls to not be intimidated by him. My wonderfully crazy husband loves sloppy seconds but felt completely humiliated when I offered my soiled pussy to him for cunnilingus. He thinks your husband does creampie cleanup as way of acknowledging and accepting that he’s the lesser man to your more macho bulls? Is he wrong? We are genuinely interested in what’s going through your husband’s mind and why he get off doing it from his POV? Again not judging and having been a Hotwife for a long time I totally agree with you “to each his own”!

Hi. This is G. I think the inherent implication of the question is that bisexual or homosexual activity is humiliating or degrading. I’m not positive that’s what you’re asking, but here’s my answer:

Both Kat and I have found over the years that our sexual desires and tastes have expanded, changed, and grown to include many more things than they did when we were younger. At this point in our lives, we do anything we enjoy. And yes, it can be a “lusty, passionate act between consenting partners,” even when it’s not strictly heterosexual. Implying that bisexual or homosexual acts can’t be lusty or passionate isn’t fair to people who are either bisexual or homosexual. They’re just as passionate and lusty as heterosexuals. I don’t know the science behind it, but I’d be willing to bet that hetero-/bi-/homo- isn’t a three-way switch. I’d be willing to bet it’s more like a rheostat, and there is a sliding scale as to what turns people on (that may change from time to time). I don’t consider myself to be gay or bisexual, but I have done things that might be considered either one of those labels. If it’s fun and exciting and everyone’s happy (before, during, and after), why not enjoy it? Who cares about labels?

I don’t feel like a lesser man than any of Kat’s bulls. It’s not demeaning to me to clean her pussy after sex. It may not be something your husband likes, and that’s OK. I like it. So does Kat. I’m not into humiliation or being “forced” to do anything. I’m very assertive when I want to be, and the “cuckold humiliation” fetish doesn’t appeal to me at all. I once had to tell a guy who was trying to humiliate me while he was fucking Kat to get lost. We sent him packing when he wouldn’t quit it, because it doesn’t turn either of us on at all.

As for the act of eating cum or cleaning up after another man, years ago we always worried about cleaning up right after sex so there wouldn’t be a wet spot. If she gave me a hand job, she’d run right to the bathroom to clean up. She never swallowed...a blow job always turned into a handjob at the climax. Cum was yucky and messy and “dirty.” Now, neither of us feels that way. Cum is a byproduct of sex, and cleaning up afterward has become “postplay” for us (as opposed to foreplay). Cumming in her mouth is not a "yuck factor” for her anymore, she loves it.

I hope that answers your question. I can’t explain it much better than that.

--G

Ummm…wow, that’s a lot of cum. Time to clean up, babe!

Work it, baby. Work it!

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Cheating Wife Confession

Well, the general consensus seems to be that you all want to hear about how I cheated on hubby (before becoming his hotwife). First, let me say that although he knows about my affair, this will be the first time he hears some of this...so it really is a true confession (and he’s already getting a boner sitting next to me as I type this).

It was about ten years into our marriage, and he was the president of a local service club, spending a lot of time away from home. Between work and projects and meetings (not to mention the kids’ activities), I was feeling a little lonely (and wasn’t getting the satisfaction I wanted in bed, either). I did everything I could to attract his attention...I lost 35 pounds and got to my pre-pregnancy weight for the first time in years...I tried to schedule romantic evenings, but things always got in the way. Even when he was home, he often fell asleep watching TV in his recliner or or at his desk if he was working late in his home office. We just weren’t making time for each other.

Now, let me back up a little. Before we had the kids, we had a great sex life. A friend of his once told him that if you put a bean in a jar every time you have sex during the first year you’re married, and then take one out every time you have sex after that, you’ll never empty the jar. FACTS....LOL. He’s a great lover, and although he’s not the biggest I’ve ever had (he’s pretty average-sized), he knows how to please me and I used to orgasm every time we made love. Sometimes more than once. But after three pregnancies and ten years of marriage, things got a little stale, and as I said, opportunities were few and far between. The spark just wasn’t there.

Anyway, his best friend (we’ll call him Tom) was the vice president of the service club, and tradition had it that the VP, upon taking over the presidency, should present a gift to the outgoing president as a thank you from the organization. Elections were coming up, and one day I received a text from him, asking if we could meet to discuss the gift and what I thought would be an appropriate choice. We made a date to get our kids together to play, and he brought them over the house one day while hubby was working. We decided on an appropriate gift fairly quickly, and got to chatting while the kids played outside. Tom is taller than my husband (he’s 6′4″ and hubby is 5′8″), and he’s ruggedly good looking. He has an athletic build and looks damned sexy in just about anything. I had often caught myself looking at his ass or his package when we were together, but I had never even considered actually doing anything. Well, while we were talking, we got to flirting a little. Nothing serious, but there was definitely a sexual tension building very slowly under the surface. He’s funny and intelligent and made me feel very comfortable, even while flirting with me. I found myself admiring his tattooed arms and chest (he has tattoo sleeves and as it turns out, most of his torso is covered in ink...which is a big turn-on for me). My eldest came inside and said the kids wanted ice cream, so we decided to leave her in charge and run to the store together.

Almost immediately after we got into the car, the flirting got more intense. He was driving, and at one point he looked over to me and said that if he could get away with it, he’d kiss me right there. I don't know what came over me, but I said, “I’d like to see you try. No, really...I’d like that.” As we pulled into the 7-Eleven parking lot, he barely had the car in park when he leaned over and pulled me toward him for a kiss. It was electric. I hadn’t kissed anyone but my husband in twelve years, and my stomach erupted in butterflies. It was passionate and sensual at the same time. His fingers ran through my long blonde hair, and his tongue felt and tasted amazing. We broke the kiss and he started to stammer an apology, but I stopped him by unbuckling my seat belt and crawling over the center console to put my arms around him and kiss him again. I wanted more of that passionate feeling, and I took my chance. We kissed like that for a few minutes, and then I sat back in my seat and told him he’d better run in for the ice cream.

As he got out of the car, I watched his sexy body and tight ass walk into the store. I checked my face and hair in the visor mirror and thought about what I was going to say to him when he got back to the car. After all, he and my husband were best friends, and I was close with his wife. Could we do this? Could we get away with it? Should we forget about it and just call it a “one and done?” You don’t shit where you eat, and this could be very risky for both of us. But he was such a damned good kisser! And I hadn’t felt that kind of electrical attraction in years. I had to think fast, because he was coming back out of the store. I caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants, and all my resistance faded away.

He tossed the ice cream into the back seat, and as he got into the car, he started to apologize again. I told him to head back home...the kids were waiting for their treat. As he backed out of the spot, I put my hand on his thigh and said, “when we get there, I might have a treat for you, too.” He smiled at that, and took my hand in his. We had just a few minutes to discuss it before getting to my house, but we both expressed how lonely we were in our respective marriages, and we both agreed that we couldn’t risk getting caught...for the sake of our marriages and our kids. We’d have to be very careful if we were going to do anything at all...but we both agreed that we wanted to...desperately.

We pulled into the driveway, and the kids came running up to the car screaming for ice cream. We went inside, got some Solo cups and plastic spoons, and dished out a few scoops to the kids. I told them to go outside and enjoy it on the lawn. When they had gone, Tom leaned over to kiss me again. Yup, the sparks were still there. I was tingling all over and I knew what I wanted to do. (Spoiler alert: hubby hasn’t heard this part yet...he didn’t know it happened this soon...sorry hon!) I reached down and gripped his cock through his pants, and squeezed gently. Oh, it was nice! He felt WAY bigger than my husband, and I was tingling with the anticipation of touching it for real. I squeezed it a little tighter and began walking backwards toward the living room. He followed dutifully, and we sat on the sofa and kissed some more. He felt my breasts, and I rubbed his crotch. His fingers ran through my hair and grasped the back of my neck. Our tongues were tangled together and we were like two teenagers exploring each other’s bodies. 

When my husband and I were dating, and we’d be necking on my mother’s couch, I would cover his lap with a blanket and reach my hand underneath to give him hand jobs every night. I reached over to the armrest of the sofa and grabbed my husband’s favorite throw blanket. I draped it over Tom’s lap, and reached under it to unzip his fly. He kissed me harder, and positioned his hips so I could have easier access to his manhood. I reached into his pants, through his underwear, and worked his cock out of its hiding place. My husband always had to pull down his pants a little when I did that, because he wasn’t big enough for me to get really good access through his fly. Tom had NO PROBLEM in that department. His cock was a good nine inches long, and I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around it. It was slick with precum already, and I began gently stroking it under the blanket. Oh, my God, it felt amazing! Like I said, my husband always did a great job satisfying me, and when I needed something bigger than his dick, there were always the toys, which he was more than happy to use on me. But this was different...it was an actual, live, warm, wet, hard cock in my hand. Not a penis...a COCK! And a great kisser making me feel sexy and attractive and wanted. Something I hadn't felt in a LONG time.

I stroked his schlong as we kissed and he rubbed my breasts and stroked my hair...and I could feel his hips begin to thrust slightly as I ran my hand up and down the length of his dick. I squeezed the head and twisted my hand around it, feeling the delightful lubrication from his flowing precum. I could hear the squishing sound of a wet hand job through the blanket, and my pussy was throbbing with excitement. I could feel the wet spot in my panties, and I was lost in the moment as we kissed passionately and deeply. He began to grunt a little with each thrust and stroke, and I knew he was getting close...

I could still hear the kids outside, so I knew it was still safe...and I broke our kiss and pulled back the blanket. I wanted to SEE what I was doing. I gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, and with the other, stroked his head and upper shaft wildly, twisting and changing the firmness of my grip with every stroke. He was grunting louder now, and his hips were thrusting as he lifted his ass off the sofa for a final thrust through my hands, and his cock erupted with a stream of hot, white cum that must have shot a foot and a half into the air, before coming down onto my husband’s blanket. Another five or six blasts of man juice shot out, and splashed onto the blanket and my hands. I leaned down, kissed the tip of his softening cock, licked up the last drop of cum, and looked him in the eyes as I licked my lips. “Yum...next time maybe I’ll get a little treat to eat, too!”

He let out a deep sigh as his body slumped back onto the sofa, and I grabbed the blanket and wiped him and my hands of his cum. I rolled up the blanket and tossed it to the end of the sofa, and helped him put Mr. Happy back away. He zipped up and we kissed some more. We could hear the kids coming in, so we scrambled to look normal, as they burst into the house. He rounded up his kids, and told them it was time to go home. After some whining and complaining, he got them into the car and kissed me on the cheek with a wink and a smile as he got in to drive away. Within 20 minutes, he texted me, and we made plans to get together the following day at his office for lunch.

An hour or so later, when my husband came home from work and sat in his recliner, he turned and grumbled that the kids had spilled something on his blanket...it was all wet and crumpled on the couch instead of neatly folded where he usually kept it. I apologized on behalf of the kids and told him I’d try to make sure it didn't happen again...

(More to come about our ongoing affair...)

Let’s reenact this scene this morning, shall we?

So much fun!

Hotwife confession (continued)...

After that night, the ice had been broken, and “the next time” was all we could think about. We set up a new email account that we’d both have access to, and my husband signed us up for a swingers lifestyle website. We posted in the personals section of Craigslist, and every day I would go through emails and messages during the day while he was at work, and we’d narrow down the list together at night. Sometimes I’d respond alone and start chatting with a potential bull, and other times we’d make contact together. It was hot and exciting and no matter what, it was improving our relationship and our sex life. We were excited every day to find our next adventure together. After about 4-5 days, a guy contacted us on Craigslist that was really intriguing. He was polite, had a gorgeous body, and a perfect looking (and huge) cock. We arranged a phone call between him and my hubby to set the ground rules, and we set a date. We made a reservation for a hotel room for the following Saturday, and spent the next few days emailing back and forth with him sharing our fantasies and building up excitement for our big night. He shared more pics and so did I. My husband would get hard at work when he’d check the email and see our messages back and forth. Our big night arrived, and we showered together before getting ready. My husband washed my body and hair and made sure I was shaved smooth all over. I got made up and wore the same dress and heels I’d worn to the wedding last week (it would soon become my go-to hotwife outfit). This time I omitted the panties. I felt nervous but excited at the same time. My pussy was practically dripping as we got in the car to head to the hotel. On the way there, my husband asked me to hike up my dress, and he fingered me with his right hand as he drove. I put one leg up on the dash and we had to pull over at one point as he made me cum right there in the front seat of the car. We checked in and went to our room. I freshened up while he texted our friend (we’ll call him Jerry). When the knock came at our door, hubby gave me a deep kiss and asked if I was really sure. I assured him I was and he let Jerry in. He was maybe 6’2” tall, well built, and handsome. He looked nervous, but he had a strong handshake for my husband and gave me a polite kiss on the cheek. My husband sat in a chair and I asked Jerry to sit on the bed with me. We started kissing and after a few minutes his hands began exploring my body. I ran my hand across his cock and felt how big it truly was. I broke our kiss and got on my knees in front of him. As I undid his belt and began unzipping his pants, he helped me slip them off and kicked off his shoes. When ha sat back down, I stroked his massive cock and kissed the tip. My husband was visibly excited as I made eye contact with him just before I took Jerry into my mouth. He was at least twice the size of my husband, and unlike my husband, who gets rock hard instantly, it took about five minutes of sucking, licking, playing with his balls, and stroking his huge shaft to really get him hard enough to fuck. I guess he was a little nervous, too. I stood up and he lifted my dress, revealing my shaved pussy and releasing my breasts. He tossed my dress on the other bed and held my tits in his hands as he sat back down in the bed. He pulled me toward him and kissed me as he embraced me tightly. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, ripping the package open and rolling it onto his shaft. I straddled him and pushed him back onto the bed as I rubbed his cock with my dripping wet pussy. My hips moved back and forth over him as his cock pulsated with anticipation. I reached behind my ass and gripped him by the base of his shaft and slid down onto him slowly. He grunted loudly as his hard cock felt the warm, wet inside of my pussy for the first time. I rode him slowly at first, taking my time as he stretched me out. It wasn’t painful, but I definitely wasn’t used to anything that big being inside me. He was bigger than any of the dildos my husband uses on me, and he was THICK.

I felt him start to thrust his hips to match my movements, as his cock slammed against my cervix. I was filled to the limit, and after a few minutes, he started to roll me off him. I laid on my back and scooted up so my head was on the pillows, as he got between my legs and started eating me out. His talented tongue was driving me wild, and I could see my husband stroking himself through his pants in the chair across the room. I smiled at him and mouthed “thank you” to him silently. Jerry began fingering my g-spot as he licked my clit and I felt myself rapidly approaching an orgasm. I came violently, my legs stiffening as my hips thrust up into Jerry’s face as I gripped his head and held it between my legs. When my body relaxed, Jerry got up and pressed the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy as he thrust inside of me and began pumping into me missionary style. I wanted to control things a little more, so I told him to lay back. I mounted him again and started riding him cowgirl style. My husband had a perfect view of Jerry’s cock sliding into my pussy as I rode him. He squeezed my tits and kissed me as we fucked, and he was moaning softly as he felt my pussy squeezing rhythmically as I rode his huge shaft. He gripped my hips and began pumping, lifting me up as his hips thrust wildly. His balls were slapping against me on each thrust, and I could feel him getting ready to release. I rolled off him and told him to cum on my tits. He knelt beside me, ripped off the condom, and started stroking his cock wildly. He released with a loud moan, and rope after rope of hot, thick, white cum blasted me on my tits and belly. At least 6-7 long strings of cum were covering me and he dropped beside me as we lay next to each other, sweaty and panting with satisfaction. 

Jerry looked over to my husband and saw how pleased he was. He thanked me and said how amazing it was. As he rose, he thanked my husband as well. He asked if he could use the bathroom, and when he gathered his things and went inside to clean himself up, my husband came over to the bed, and to my surprise, he began licking up Jerry’s cum from my breasts. He cleaned up every drop, and then licked my pussy clean as well. Not like he was eating me out...just cleaning me up after sex. He kissed me deeply, and I could taste Jerry’s cum in his mouth. It was amazing and sexy and I couldn’t gave been happier. Jerry emerged from the bathroom fully dressed and before leaving, he said he hoped we could do this again some time. 

After he left, my husband stripped down and fucked me like he never had before. I know now that he was reclaiming me as his own, but then I just thought something had taken him over. He was so much better and it felt totally amazing. It was only the second time in my life that I’d had two men in one day, and when he came inside me I could feel his cum filling my pussy as it sent me over the edge again and I came hard, wrapping my arms and legs around him and shuddering with pleasure. I expected him to lay next to me and pass out like usual, but no. He pulled out of me and crawled down between my legs. He put his mouth on me and caught his cum as it oozed out of my pussy. He licked it up and began sucking on my clit. I was still quivering from the last orgasm, and he brought me to another almost instantly. I screamed out as he made me cum, and gripped the sheets as my whole body tensed up and wave after wave of electricity shot through my body. As it subsided, he laid down next to me and I rested my head on his shoulder, bringing one leg over on top of him. We fell asleep naked and more satisfied than either of us had been in many years. It was the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in our marriage. I was now a committed hotwife vixen, and this was my stag.

Ok. I don’t post pics of myself, but if we hit 2500 followers, I’ll post a pic of our first night at the sex club:

Me, two cocks, and cum all over my chest and belly. Let’s see how long Tumblr lets it stay up.