Well, there's plenty of fantasy on this site, but plenty of reality too. In fact, some of that reality can't be believed by someone who hasn't been exposed to people in the lifestyle at all. Swinging involving swapping of partners is very common, probably way more so than you can imagine. Hotwifing (I AM a hotwife) is also FAR MORE prevalent than you could ever imagine. There are wives like me who crave sex with other men and there are husbands like mine who enjoy letting them have it. There are also MANY wives like me who just "cheat" or are unfaithful sexually to their husbands in their marriage but keep it a secret. That is probably way more common than consensual non-monogamy.
I am a case in point. I cheated on my husband from my wedding day on. Sometimes it just works that way. I realize that you can read my (our) stories and consider them with disbelief, but I try to post or Mr HW tries to post pics of as many of my experiences as possible. It's such a turn on to share those experiences here on the site and hopefully motivate other wives to take the plunge into non-monogamy. Now I (we) honestly don't care much about who believes or doesn't believe our stories but hopefully everybody gets a turn on by them. We don't feel like we owe it to anybody to "prove" our legitimacy since we already do that as much as possible. Our advice is if you don't believe the stories or are turned off by our experiences then you can ignore us. If the thought of your sweet little faithful wife fucking other guys doesn't turn you on then you're probably in the wrong forum. Besides, it's quite likely that she's already fucking other guys behind your back. Her orgasms aren't "hands free", she's getting all the help she needs from other guys. That's just statistical reality. Think about that, maybe it will turn YOU on.
MRs Hotwife
PART 01 - RESPONDING TO MRS HOTWIFE:
Meow kitty cat! Mrs, Hotwife, now youre talking! That I like!
Alright pudding hold on now. As long as you can get some clarification and more context and also my perspective when I asked for help. A guy friend who I thought I was sharper than him is the person who introduced it to me. It appears that he is the more sophisticated one at this point.
Reiterating,I was talking about "my" perspective and it was not in any way held to be the ultimate truth.
But for a bit more clarity, if you would, please let's re-read the statements previously written and how I had asked for help as humbly as I could, [I think] But you tell me.
"Im new to this site and forum but I just cant fathom the idea"
"suddenly it got confusing. Any training resources you recommended?"
"Maybe I was clueless about the terminology"
"disclaimer I am 47 and a square all my life. Only now trying to broaden my horizons here but it isnt going smooth. Lots of confusion help please"
To sum up, my intention was never to offend you or any other cuck boys or hotwives in any way, but the approach was from a position of asking to be educated. Let's establish that at least caw we? On top of that, I think you are right and I agree with your points, the more I think about it, you win! 😉
The Israeli side of my family was very strict about holding woman in high regard and respecting them mainly because we really need you for procreation blah blah so I absolutely refuse to engage with any female or any sort of conflict. If a female gets upset, understood, we try and smooth it over and if not I can quietly slip away and go annoy some other group lol.
Mrs Hotwife, why dont shake the etch-a-sketch, huh? Let's start over...
But wait, you dont recognize my name? you dont know who I am ?!? just kidding. I dont expect you to. I am not some former child star from some remote distant land like Bolivia who was raised with goat milk and pure cocaine in the baby bottle. We came from humble beginnings, [father and mother} and they built everything they had BY HAND one black at a time. achievers for sure. I am lazy as fuck. I wish I were like them. Industrious. The lady who abused me is to blame for all this. [just kidding]
You can say I am just a plain dude and believe it or not this balloon head was never exposed to the lifestyle. And reality is I am not even from here.
In 1991, I was transplanted here and dropped off at the airport by a flight attendant and picked up by some strange people that retrieved me from the airport around 8 hours later.
Your point of the lifestyle being prevalent, yes! Amongst the avant garde, the forward-looking folks. Growing up, I was kept in a bubble by my mother, unbeknownst to her the help was having their way with me for a long time already. I had lost my innocence years earlier as my father and mother left for a week on a vacation and the domestic lady or maid was the one who they trusted to watch me. [Be careful who you leave your kids with]
But then you know stockholm syndrome, I fell in love with the lady who worked for my parents. I can still taste her in my mouth to this day.
Our affair lasted 3 years until I was sent to the U.S. All I wanted was to have sex with her. But thats not how life works. Then I decided that Cindy Lauper's unbelievably gorgeous vagina shown on the playboy rag could help me with my arts and crafts project, gluing all the pages together, then madonnas playboy magazine. then in 6th grade my teacher catches me masturbating in her history class. Dick in hand. Bottom panel of the desk dripping something like a translucent clear liquid. I had no idea what it was. At that time my semen wasnt white, it was transparent. Maybe I shooting blanks still? Either way, Not good.
Expelled, public shaming got beat up by my father, a couple of ribs broken, couldnt breathe right, he was a very strong man, former hand to hand combat infantry, the guys in the army who go fighting on foot. No tank, horse or jeeps. on foot. Fuck that. Besides being the type who was born with extra protein in his body you know those freaks of nature who punch an electric pole and the thin shakes all the way to the top. Physics.The shock of the punch travels upward. He was blessed with some type of anomaly of the amount of protein his body retained and his bones were much more dense than normal people. Very very strong and he also studied karate and would fight multiple big scary dudes at the same time.
I was diagnosed with an anomaly as well but not of being strong. It was discovered that I am a super taster. Just extra taste buds in my tongue.
Then to my dismay it was clarified that 25% of the population is just like me with different micro symptoms, I taste coffee and ice cream different than another supertaster. My favorite food: Chinese.
Aha that explains A LOT of things, I cant eat any sweets, its overwhelming. If something has apparently no flavor to the normal person, to me it is bitter as hell. My cooking has very light seasoning. I dont like alcohol, never smoked and boy when I stick my tongue deep inside a catholic ladys vagine oowee do I taste that sweet pie butt the only thing that happens is I get hard and some precum. no ejaculation.
For that the firehose to blast the sweet catholic lady needs to hum on the microphone and sing me a nice karaoke tune... Some Kenny Rogers, Elvis, Dean Martin then maybe I give her the waterpik floss. Struggled with premature machine gunning for a while until I learned to control the jackhammer. Relax simmer down there hotboyz hot cucks its not that big. its known as a nub. amongst the ladies They say I am hung like a toddler. But my personality is engaging and my father used to say I had a face for radio. It took me decades to get that one. Fuck that guy. As if he looked like Warren Beaty.
All the cute rich girls found out. horrible PR for an insecure teenage boy. Poor me right? fuck that I never see myself as a victim. I roll with the punches. well I chose to slap my sausage in class didnt I, well bite the bullet motherfucker. Lesson learned. But in many ways I ended up creating my own bubble and from my perspective, I was smart and knew it all but this alternative lifestyle isnt the first topic on which I was proven wrong *grins*
Back then, my father imported the playboy mags from the U.S. through Paraguay and the cost was around 20 times more expensive then what men were buying them for in the U.S. The lengths we go to for pussy. incredible.
My father was murdered 6 months or so before I was shipped out. Apparently the people who killed him would come for me as soon as I could handle or buy a gun. Vendetta type shit from Sicily or whatever plus gypsies and nomads. I just dont know the truth. I still dont know any details and candidly I dont care. Maybe political reasons? The people in America who my father had sent money to so they could care for me in case something happened to him, they were trusted by him and the minute they heard of his passing, they took his money and I was left with no place to go.
Let's just say I was put in a situation to learn to be independent, work hard, be disciplined and got in trouble because of female related matters. Early on, I was trying to have sex with people's mothers grandmas, wives girlfriends, getting beat up and it was bad. On this one occasion I swear I didnt know, I had sex with a lady who was married to a sheriffs deputy. He was looking for me on his days off. I dont think he wanted to have a beer with me. who is going to stick around for that shit?
Got caught with store clerks in fitting rooms, thrown out on my ass by big security people etc. Where I was from I did that frequently. I could walk up to a dunkin donuts and grab the clerks hand and take her to the restroom and make sweet love to her. unprotected. oh yes.
Then judges ordered therapy for me if I wanted to stay out of the can. Who wants to pick up soap bars in the prison bathroom. Rain check?
And the therapist said in a tone meant to be an admonition but it didnt really scare me straight:
Son you were munching on the velcro at 12 so you thought it was alright to do the same to any any female's hairy empanada because your little ******** ******** got wet. Now we need to unlearn that behavior as ordered by the courts ok? My head went up and down for fear of the judge and prison but deep down a voice kept saying: NO you aint stopping. You licking as ladys pussies and buttholes as you can find. As many as you can. And by that time, I started to like women peeing on me. Lovely. What in the world was happening to me? The therapist was from South Carolina and she talked funny. Why you laughing son this is a serious matter!!! my head spun Daytona Bike week was coming up.Always a fun time, holding hands with ladies you dont even know their names but you are comfortable exchanging saliva, sticking my tongue in their assholes, eating thick soupy discharge from their vaginas and one canadian lady I even drank milk from her boob, she was lactating, FUCK! my super tasting ability screws with me on this one.I find women's milk disgusting but I wasnt sober so I didnt know what I was doing.
I threw it up the next morning, my olfactory is ridiculous too the smell was piercing through my nostrils like an unforgiving invisible razor blade and it hurt bad. Then I realized the canadian lady brought along three of her canadian teenage daughters in the same dodge caravan they had picked me up on the street and me bing me and as inebriated as my noodle was, forgot the whereabouts of my car. And next scene on the theater of my brain was, finding myself inside this van and then one daughter was driving and the mom is on my lap, I couldnt communicate anymore, just stare at mommy and mumble but not comfortable touching her.
to be continued on PART 2
