Playing With Fire - The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into cuckoldry.

[simonward]

Stevie - 03/03/20

I have a meal out with the boys. Later, in bed, Sarah asks about my night. I tell her but I figure it best not to mention Steve. I’m still not sure that I want to encourage an interest in him. If she has one. Which she probably doesn’t.

We’re laid spooning. It’s heavenly wrapped up with Sarah. Her slim body, her long sexy legs, her perfect ass locked into my midriff. She fits like a hand in glove. I finish talking and she’s quiet for a moment. I think she’s trailing off to sleep. Then she chirps ‘What about Stevie?’ The tone of her voice goes up a notch as she says his name. (We, the boys, don’t call him ‘Stevie’). I’m taken a back by the high pitched voice tone change. I try not to show it. I don’t really want to talk about him. ‘Ah... he wasn’t getting involved... You know what he’s like.’

‘He doesn’t get into political arguments or anything like that does he? It’s great how he’s so chilled out. There’s just no stress with him. Everything's just cool.’

‘Er yeah honey…that’s exactly how he is. He said he’s been getting stuck into hill running whilst we’re locked down.’

‘He’s so into his fitness. What else has he been up to?’

My heart literally sinks. She never showed this interest in what any of the rest of my crowd are doing. I tell her: ‘He’s mainly renovating that big house of his on the lakeside. He’s putting in a Tennis court.... He's building it himself’

‘That is so cool.’ She falls silent. Drifting into sleep.

I lay quiet for a little while, disconcerted by her excited high pitched ‘Stevie!’ and ‘That’s so cool!’ I really don’t like the idea of her and ‘Stevie’. Whatever her and ‘Stevie’ might turn out to be. It scares me. But I really want her to be a hotwife. So I feel it would be wrong to discourage her interest. It's making my mind churn. Then I come to my senses. I think ‘Hey.. this is all my fantasy not hers. There is no good in projecting my fantasy onto her and then getting flustered about it. She won’t be going to sleep dreaming about Steve. That’s all in my head.’

I whisper to her ‘I adore you!’ and we sleep. Entwined.

 

[simonward]

Amazing Lingerie - 10/04/20

In the evening she says she might go for a walk. I encourage her. After all we’ve been locked in all day.

(One day in early lock down as we were having dinner, discussing lockdown, she had said: ‘What the fuck are people having affairs going to do?’ She'd then looked up at me smiling broadly. ‘That’s them stuffed isn’t it? How will they see each other?’

‘I don’t see why.’ I had replied. ‘People are allowed out for exercise. They’ll just co-ordinate their daily exercise and meet up somewhere.’ I'd thought 'Boom! Get in! Talk about putting ideas into her head!'

She’d looked back to her meal and quietly carried on eating. I’d become deflated. I figured I must have killed that conversation. )

Since then she’s often been out running, walking, or at the lake with the kids. It’s good that she can get out. I can’t. I’m high risk because of the head injury that I sustained, in the fall that crippled me (I walk with a stick) and ended my climbing days. I always encourage her to get out there. She runs wearing leggings that I bought her which she initially worried were indecent. I’d assured her that they aren’t. Really I think they certainly are. They are flesh coloured and they hug so tight round her perfect ass and legs that you can practically see her pussy lips. She might as well be naked. Still, she seems perfectly comfortable running in them these days. Little steps...

Today she’s out on her walk for a very long time. When she comes back she’s full of tales of various friends and neighbors that she met. I guess that’s what took her so long. It sounds like everyone is out there. It is a nice evening. She’s bumped into Steve. She says he was off up the hill, with some beer, to watch the sunset. She talks excitedly of their conversation. (Like a little girl.) Of the amazing renovation work that he’s told her all about. I listen attentively.

Later, as we get ready for bed, I can’t resist bringing up Steve. I don’t want to. I’m still not comfortable with the idea of her and Steve. I don’t really want to coax her into cuckolding. It's just that I can’t stop myself. And seriously... mentioning him before bed, so that she might dream about him, is not actually going to work is it?

I try to be subtle. (Not one of my strong points.) I act like I’m puzzled about something. ‘Climbing the hill with beers to watch the sunset must be against the lockdown rules… ‘

She gives me a puzzled sideways glance as she’s bent brushing her teeth at the sink. She looks so sexy in that moment, like a younger Ulrika Jonsson. I think ‘I’ve pitched it wrong. It’s clumsy. It sounds critical or judgemental of him. I try to pull it back. I say ‘Still... it must be really nice up there with nobody about. Good on him!‘

‘Well it’s exercise. ‘ She’s stopped brushing and she’s holding the electric toothbrush next to her mouth. She seems irritated. ‘Anyway that doesn’t matter a hang. It’s dangerous! I’m more worried about him coming back down after he’s drunk them. What if he fell on the way back or something? There would be nobody to get help!’

‘I don’t think Steve needs anyone’s help with those hills honey. Even with a few beers inside him.’

‘I’d be worried about anyone up there alone! What if he was hurt and he couldn’t get down and nobody would even know!’

It seems like I've royally fucked up here. I decide it’s best to get on with brushing my own teeth and let the conversation end. Implanting the dream seed of a mountainside rescue nightmare, into her subconscious, was not what I had in mind. I finish brushing my teeth and head to bed leaving her in the bathroom.

A little later, as I’m laid in bed reading, she appears in the doorway. She’s wearing a black fishnet body stocking that I bought her. My eyes must practically be popping out if my head. She’s never worn it before. I’ve been worried that she isn’t ready for it. I've been kicking myself for pushing sexy lingerie too far too soon. As she leans against the doorway it seems that I'm right. She isn't ready for it. She raises her arms, hangs on the door frame, and looks down at herself. ‘It makes me look like a prostitute.’

‘Nothing could make you look like a prostitute gorgeous. You look amazing.’

‘I’m going to change it!’ In an instant she's gone.

Fuck it! I feel utterly deflated. I knew she wasn’t ready for that one. Damn my impatience! Idiot!

But then... to my surprise... she comes back. She still has it on. She still has it on! She’s pure sex. Her slim athletic body hugged tight in black fishnet. She shyly slinks onto the bed and kisses me. I kiss her long, slow, and tenderly. It seems to build her confidence. Suddenly she pins me down and squats above me. (She’s been getting more and more dominant lately. Ever since she gave up on me dominating her. Which is what she would prefer. Only I’m no good at it.) She eases herself onto my throbbing cock. She rides it like she wants to break it. She cums all over it moaning like it’s the first one she’s ever had inside her. She’s ravenous. Insatiable. I lay back and enjoy the show. Watching her toned body. Watching her pussy working my cock. Watching her face, eyes closed, head back, mouth wide. She is made for sex! I put a hand on her breast. She slaps my face. She takes the hand and puts it back by my side. ‘No touching unless I say so! You know that.'

I obey. She's on her feet, crouching. She's putting on a show that I could watch all night. Eventually she lowers herself onto her knees and locks her lower legs under mine. She kisses me and groans "Fuck me!" I need you to fuck me.' She's so wet that I can feel it running down over my balls. "I need a real man's cock!" She thrusts her tongue into my mouth. Each time she brings herself to the brink of orgasm I shift sightly to back her off. She's increasingly desperate. Eventually I relent and pull her onto me to give her what she’s gagging for. I hold her hair and her ass as I thrust deep into her. She cums for ages. She's always been loud. But she’s literally never had an orgasm this loud, or lasting this long. I try to keep her going as long as I can. It’s incredible how much this lingerie turns her on.

Her orgasm over, she’s still working my cock. She kisses me ravenously. ‘I want your cum inside me.’ I fuck her harder still. For all that I try not to, I can’t keep from imagining that I am Steve. She cums again as imaginary Steve fills her with his seed.

 

[Bobby75]

Amazing Lingerie - 10/04/20
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In the evening she says she might go for a walk. I encourage her. After all we’ve been locked in all day.

(One day in early lock down as we were having dinner, discussing lockdown, she had said: ‘What the fuck are people having affairs going to do?’ She'd then looked up at me smiling broadly. ‘That’s them stuffed isn’t it? How will they see each other?’

‘I don’t see why.’ I had replied. ‘People are allowed out for exercise. They’ll just co-ordinate their daily exercise and meet up somewhere.’ I'd thought 'Boom! Get in! Talk about putting ideas into her head!'

She’d looked back to her meal and quietly carried on eating. I’d become deflated. I figured I must have killed that conversation. )

Since then she’s often been out running, walking, or at the lake with the kids. It’s good that she can get out. I can’t. I’m high risk because of the head injury that I sustained, in the fall that crippled me (I walk with a stick) and ended my climbing days. I always encourage her to get out there. She runs wearing leggings that I bought her which she initially worried were indecent. I’d assured her that they aren’t. Really I think they certainly are. They are flesh coloured and they hug so tight round her perfect ass and legs that you can practically see her pussy lips. She might as well be naked. Still, she seems perfectly comfortable running in them these days. Little steps...

Today she’s out on her walk for a very long time. When she comes back she’s full of tales of various friends and neighbors that she met. I guess that’s what took her so long. It sounds like everyone is out there. It is a nice evening. She’s bumped into Steve. She says he was off up the hill, with some beer, to watch the sunset. She talks excitedly of their conversation. (Like a little girl.) Of the amazing renovation work that he’s told her all about. I listen attentively.

Later, as we get ready for bed, I can’t resist bringing up Steve. I don’t want to. I’m still not comfortable with the idea of her and Steve. I don’t really want to coax her into cuckolding. It's just that I can’t stop myself. And seriously... mentioning him before bed, so that she might dream about him, is not actually going to work is it?

I try to be subtle. (Not one of my strong points.) I act like I’m puzzled about something. ‘Climbing the hill with beers to watch the sunset must be against the lockdown rules… ‘

She gives me a puzzled sideways glance as she’s bent brushing her teeth at the sink. She looks so sexy in that moment, like a younger Ulrika Jonsson. I think ‘I’ve pitched it wrong. It’s clumsy. It sounds critical or judgemental of him. I try to pull it back. I say ‘Still... it must be really nice up there with nobody about. Good on him!‘

‘Well it’s exercise. ‘ She’s stopped brushing and she’s holding the electric toothbrush next to her mouth. She seems irritated. ‘Anyway that doesn’t matter a hang. It’s dangerous! I’m more worried about him coming back down after he’s drunk them. What if he fell on the way back or something? There would be nobody to get help!’

‘I don’t think Steve needs anyone’s help with those hills honey. Even with a few beers inside him.’

‘I’d be worried about anyone up there alone! What if he was hurt and he couldn’t get down and nobody would even know!’

It seems like I've royally fucked up here. I decide it’s best to get on with brushing my own teeth and let the conversation end. Implanting the dream seed of a mountainside rescue nightmare, into her subconscious, was not what I had in mind. I finish brushing my teeth and head to bed leaving her in the bathroom.

A little later, as I’m laid in bed reading, she appears in the doorway. She’s wearing a black fishnet body stocking that I bought her. My eyes must practically be popping out if my head. She’s never worn it before. I’ve been worried that she isn’t ready for it. I've been kicking myself for pushing sexy lingerie too far too soon. As she leans against the doorway it seems that I'm right. She isn't ready for it. She raises her arms, hangs on the door frame, and looks down at herself. ‘It makes me look like a prostitute.’

‘Nothing could make you look like a prostitute gorgeous. You look amazing.’

‘I’m going to change it!’ In an instant she's gone.

Fuck it! I feel utterly deflated. I knew she wasn’t ready for that one. Damn my impatience! Idiot!

But then... to my surprise... she comes back. She still has it on. She still has it on! She’s pure sex. Her slim athletic body hugged tight in black fishnet. She shyly slinks onto the bed and kisses me. I kiss her long, slow, and tenderly. It seems to build her confidence. Suddenly she pins me down and squats above me. (She’s been getting more and more dominant lately. Ever since she gave up on me dominating her. Which is what she would prefer. Only I’m no good at it.) She eases herself onto my throbbing cock. She rides it like she wants to break it. She cums all over it moaning like it’s the first one she’s ever had inside her. She’s ravenous. Insatiable. I lay back and enjoy the show. Watching her toned body. Watching her pussy working my cock. Watching her face, eyes closed, head back, mouth wide. She is made for sex! I put a hand on her breast. She slaps my face. She takes the hand and puts it back by my side. ‘No touching unless I say so! You know that.'

I obey. She's on her feet, crouching. She's putting on a show that I could watch all night. Eventually she lowers herself onto her knees and locks her lower legs under mine. She kisses me and groans "Fuck me!" I need you to fuck me.' She's so wet that I can feel it running down over my balls. "I need a real man's cock!" She thrusts her tongue into my mouth. Each time she brings herself to the brink of orgasm I shift sightly to back her off. She's increasingly desperate. Eventually I relent and pull her onto me to give her what she’s gagging for. I hold her hair and her ass as I thrust deep into her. She cums for ages. She's always been loud. But she’s literally never had an orgasm this loud, or lasting this long. I try to keep her going as long as I can. It’s incredible how much this lingerie turns her on.

Her orgasm over, she’s still working my cock. She kisses me ravenously. ‘I want your cum inside me.’ I fuck her harder still. For all that I try not to, I can’t keep from imagining that I am Steve. She cums again as imaginary Steve fills her with his seed.

Let her have Steve...it’s ultimately what you really want . If she doesn’t know what a hotwife is, you should mention the phrase and tell her to look it up. I mentioned the phrase and my wife did her own research. She must have liked what she read. We are in the throes of it now ! In addition , it seems she may want Stevie too !

 

[MissMyWife]

Feeling Torn - 19/02/20

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Sarah and I got together twenty years ago. I was thirty. She was twenty. We had nothing. I lived hand to mouth just to climb. She worked pubs. I met her in a pub. We hit it off straight away. Love at first sight for her, so she says. A couple of days after we first met, I was leaving the pub that she worked in. She said ‘Where are you going?’

I said ‘Home. Where should I be going?’

‘In my knickers.’

So that’s where I went. Somehow together we built a great life in climbing paradise. We’ve become models of middle class respectability. She’s left a reputation for promiscuity well behind her. Since she met me she’s been (in her words) ‘One hundred percent monogamous’. I ditched drink and drugs years ago. We have great jobs. We have the house of our dreams right near the lake we’ve loved all our lives. We have two fantastic kids. We have each other. We’re so close that everyone else is jealous.

I’m desperate to transform her into a hotwife. (She isn’t familiar with the ‘hotwife’ term. She doesn’t know what a hotwife is.) She knows that she’s is free to do as she pleases with whoever she pleases. Whilst I will remain devoted and monogamous. But she says she’s not interested. She laughed when I had a heart to heart with her and I told her that she has a free pass. She later called it ‘bullshit’ and she says ‘I only want you.’ She reacts badly if I mention other guys in bed. So I’ve taken to encouraging her in any direction that she chooses to go in and trying not to push my own agenda. Hence the crotchless basque. She asked me to buy one for her. It took me by surprise as much as the anklet did. Obviously I went straight out and got one. Where ever she is taking things. That is where we will go. I won’t ask and I won’t push. I will just encourage whatever it is.

Hence I’ve wondered if there is a Steve seed in her mind that I can cultivate. I’ve been bringing him up in conversation just before bedtime in the hope of bringing him into her mind as she goes to sleep. But I feel torn. It wrenches my gut. I don’t like the idea of her and Steve. He’s fitter than me, rich, single… I've known him since childhood. He and I climbed together for decades until a back injury, from a fall, ended my climbing days. He still climbs. He’s a bit of a climbing legend.

So I’ve decided to forget trying to cultivate a seed and just keep a watching brief. Stop mentioning him before bedtime. There’s probably no seed of anything in her mind anyway. That mad shit (cuckolding) is just the latest obsession in my fucked up mind. It’s probably not something that she will ever go for.

I can understand you Simon,
being torn, is what you feel....
the risk of losing your wife over a Hotwife fantasy.
If Sarah is having an affair with Steve it could be the end of your marriage.
You envy Steve for his lifestyle, which will bring so much angst and jealousy if you know Sarah has fucked him....
It may not be eased by the sexual excitement of being ‘Cucked’
That will make you torn....

 

[simonward]

You want to have sex with other women - 28/03/20

She wakes in my arms. Holding her is magical. We fit together like two parts of a puzzle. There is no more heavenly place to be than laid here, with Sarah, with the warm morning sunlight streaming through the crack in the bedroom curtains. Locked together with her like this. Even first thing in the morning she’s beautiful. She doesn’t need make up. She never wears it. She looks so much younger than her 41 years. She blinks drowsily. I gaze into her saphire blue eyes and run my fingers through her blonde hair as it shimmers in the morning sunlight.
‘Get off me you!’ She looks upset.
‘What?’
‘You said you want to have sex with other women!’
‘What the fuck?’ My heart is in my mouth. I’ve no idea what she is talking about. She’s clearly upset. She turns away from me. Still in my arms but now facing away from me.
‘You made me cry.’
‘When was thi… Ah... you’ve had a dream.’ I literally sigh with relief.
‘I asked you if you wanted to have sex with other women and you said yes!’
‘That’s just a bad dream honey. Even if I did want to have sex with other people. Which I don’t! I wouldn’t. Because I know that it would upset you. I love you. I’m totally committed to you. You own me. I belong to you. I like it that way. I love it.’
‘Yes well… I haven’t forgiven you yet.’
‘You can’t hold what I do in a dream against me. How about if I do that to you?’
She smiles, turns back to face me again, and kisses me saying. ‘I really don’t want to know what I do in your dreams.’

 

[simonward]

They’ll all be gagging for it – 10/04/20

She wakes in my arms. She rests her head upon the right of my chest and tenderly stokes my left pectoral. Running her fingers gently over my nipple. I love waking up with her. It’s literally better than sex. She talks about lock down and how lucky we are to have a beautiful garden and an area of outstanding beauty at the end of the road whilst some are trapped in city flats. Then she says ‘Think how lucky you are having me to have sex with.’
‘Big yourself up why don’t you.’ I reply. I gaze into her eyes and smile as she looks coyly up at me. ‘I always count myself lucky to have you. In every respect. Not just sex. Everything about our life is literally living the dream. But the only thing in it that matters to me is you. Anywhere is paradise with you in it.’
‘I didn’t mean lucky to have sex with me specifically...’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Think about it. Think how many single guys there must be locked down.’ She directs her gaze back to my nipple that she is gently stroking. ‘What do you think they’re doing?’
‘Er… Wanking?’
She laughs. ‘Exactly! They’re not having sex. You are lucky that you have someone to have sex with. When they lift lock down think how many guys there will be who haven’t had sex for months. They’ll all be gagging for it!’
We both fall silent for a while. I’m a little gobsmacked. This feels like progress. I feel that I ought to grasp the opportunity and push this a bit. But I’m clumsy. ‘Well... maybe you should get out there and find one then. Imagine the fun you could have.’ Immediately I know that I’ve pushed it too far. She flips over and faces away from me. She’s not talking. ‘Hey… come on… what’s up?’
‘Why do you have to be so horrible? I can’t believe that you would say that!’
‘What?.. It wasn’t horrible. It was a nice thing to say.’
‘Nice. What the fuck! How is that nice? Basically you asked me: Honey go out and cheat on me please! How can you think that’s nice?’
I’m a bit shocked. I have to resist the temptation to point out that I never actually asked her to do anything. I don’t want to argue though. That will just make this worse. So I wait a few minutes and then I begin to tell her about a dream I’ve had. Nothing risque. Just a funny dream. She lightens up and she’s laughing and joking with me. Happy again. I must remember to keep what I say subtle. It has to be all implied and hinted at. Like in those romance novels.

We spend the day at the lake with the kids. There’s nobody else around. It’s like our own private paradise. The sunshine, the shimmering water, the laughter of the children. Sarah’s packed a picnic. She’s a fantastic cook. Proper healthy food that actually tastes amazing. Sitting there eating lunch with the kids she’s like the picture of a perfect mother from a magazine. It occurs to me that I really am living the dream. Here, in the mountains, with this woman, this family, this lifestyle. And I really am incredibly lucky because this is her idea of paradise. This is her perfect day. Just me, her, and the kids, splashing and swimming and chilling out. Right here. She doesn’t want riches. She doesn’t want fame. She doesn’t want a big house or car. She doesn’t want expensive clothes, restaurants, theater trips, foreign holidays... None of it. Just us. Here. God I love her.



In the evening for some reason she just wants to be fucked. No foreplay. Just straight in. She wants me on top of her. I fuck her hard, missionary. I try to position myself differently than I ever have before. To fuck her differently. Like as if I’m not me. Harder, faster, ravenously. Like I’ve been starved of it. She cums loud and long. As ever I try to keep her going for as long as I can. All through this hotwife process her orgasms have slowly got longer, louder, more intense. This one is another record breaker.

 

[germanlady44dds]

If my wife wore any of these outfits, I'd watch her get knocked up and eat her afterwards. HOT

 

[simonward]

Nice View For The Dog Walkers - 25/04/20

In the morning she picks out the crotchless knickers that she asked me to buy her, she holds them up, smiling, and says: ‘I can’t wear these to work, can I?’
I say ‘I dare you.’
She laughs, takes off her bed knickers, and throws them at my face. ‘There you go! Don’t say I never give you anything.’
She goes about getting dressed. The knickers are still on my face. Christ she’s sexy. She’s built for sex. She doesn’t wear the crotchless knickers. Instead she chooses a really slutty red and black thong. I’ve been gradually buying her sluttier and sluttier knickers for nearly two years now. She thought it was odd at first but recently she started asking for them if she hasn’t had any for a while. She moves to the window and opens the curtains. Arms wide. Wearing only the thong.
‘Nice view for the dog walkers!’ I exclaim.
‘******** off! Nobody can see in here from down there.’
‘If you genuinely think that then you must be Tinkerbell living in Fairyland.’
She laughs. ‘There are no fucking dog walkers!’ She dives onto the bed grinning. ‘There’s nobody out there! It’s seven am. And the neighbors are so old they can’t even see this far.’
I smile affectionately and tell her: ‘I love you.’
She kisses me.

I think she has always been secretly turned on by exhibitionism. We had a lot of outdoor sex in the old days. In some very public places. These days she claims she didn’t know that it’s illegal. She says that I ought to have told her. But she still loves it if I fuck her in front of a window that someone could possibly walk past. Or out in the garden on a summer night where the neighbors could possibly see us, if they were interested. Although she will claim that there’s no way that people can see. Just as she claims that the neighbors can’t see her stood with her breasts spreadeagled at the window. She will claim that she wouldn’t do it if she thought anyone could see. But I don’t buy that bullshit. She’s a highly intelligent woman. I think she likes the fact that she can possibly be seen. It’s not that she wants to be seen. She probably genuinely doesn’t. I think it’s the risk that turns her on.

 

[simonward]

Spiderman - 09/05/20

Another lovely day. In the afternoon she takes the kids climbing. I stay home and clean the house. I do all of the housework now. (As part of my strategy to increase her sex drive. Along with many other things, like the flowers, the chocolates, attentively listening, little romantic gifts and gestures, and much more.) It always worries me when she takes the kids climbing. She lets them take on challenges that I wouldn’t, even if I was climbing with them, which she isn’t. She never seems concerned. They’ve yet to come to any harm.

As ever I’m relieved that she’s brought them both back unscathed. I’m probably paranoid, having been partially crippled in my own fall. I ask how it was. She’s breathless and exuberant. She grabs herself a drink of water from the kitchen tap. Talking through mouthfuls of water and deep breaths. “Great!… Brendon is getting really good!... I reckon he’s already better than you.’
“As if.” I smile.
“They had a great time... They were both really good with each other... Brendon’s such a fantastic big brother…. Have you actually cleaned this fucking sink!?”
“Seriously? I’ve cleaned the whole house.”
“What… properly?” She comes at me laughing and starts roughly ticking at my ribs. It’s actually painful. I wrestle with her. Trying to shake her off.
Then suddenly she stops. ‘Oh my God!’ Her eyes are wide as if in shock.
‘What?’
“We saw Steve! He was climbing at Buckbarrow with no ropes. Free climbing!”
“Yeah.. he does that.”
“I couldn’t believe it. It must have been a sheer 300ft. Imagine if he fell. I was so scared for him. I actually had butterflies. I watched him all the way up. My heart was in my mouth…’
“He’s probably climbed that 300 times.”
“…He’s so strong. The strength that he must have in those arms! To hold and lift his body the way he does...”
“Well he’s only made of bone and muscle. He’s built like a cheetah.”
“…I was so relieved when he got to the top. I literally breathed a massive..”
I’ve zoned out. I’m only pretending to listen now. Soon the kids come in from the garden and I’m reprieved from having to hear any more about Spiderman. She talks about him every time she runs into him. I’m fed up of hearing about him. But at least I know she’s run into him and I’ve no need to be concerned about it.

In the evening she comes to bed wearing those crotchless knickers. I still can’ t believe that she asked me to buy them for her. I suggested them a year ago and she was not receptive. She told me that they were weird and that she couldn’t understand why anyone would wear them. Then out of the blue (at Christmas) she asked me when was I going to buy her some crotchless knickers. Obviously I went straight out and got some. She claims to have no recollection of previously rejecting them. Nor of saying that they are weird. (Incidentally ‘weird’ is also the word that she used, when I upset her, by telling her I’d had a dream in which she was having sex with someone else.)

She snuggles into my arms and I kiss her. I gently feel for the split in the crotch. Then I move my hand away up her body. She puts it straight back between her legs. I gently stroke the split crotch. Slowly working my finger into her moistening vulva as she kisses me passionately. I lightly massage her clitoris. Slowly working my middle finger into her wet cunt as she slides her tongue into my mouth and then bites my bottom lip. (Just recently bottom lip biting seems to have become her thing.) She tells me I must lick her pussy. She says ‘I thought it was the only thing you were good at?’.

I slide down between her legs and pass my mouth slowly over her waxed crotch. Making sure that she can feel my breath as I pass over her pussy but not touching it. I talk to it. Silently. I mouth the words just so close that she can feel my lips moving over her labia and clitoris. Tickling with my silently moving lips. “I want you to be my hotwife… I want you to fuck other men… I love you… You deserve this…You can have it all…” Occasionally I break to kiss her inner thighs or lower stomach, before returning to my silent mantra. Eventually sliding my fat tongue gently right into her. She moans ‘God I need a big cock.’ I lick her clitoris and massage her opening with one finger until her cum is dripping down her ass onto the bed sheets.

She stops me and sits me upright. She dives straight for my erect cock with her mouth. The pain from my back injury, due to the odd way that I’m knelt, is agonizing. But it’s worth suffering for the encompassing, rhythmic, pulsating, sensation in my cock as she sucks it hard and slow. This is a rare treat! I seldom get a blow job these days. I look down at her and she’s beautiful. Her taught body. Her blonde hair. I enjoy it until the pain in my back outweighs the pleasure. I push her down onto the bed and mount her. She grasps my left pectoral with her right hand and commands ‘Hold me strong. Firm but gentle’. I slide my cock halfway into her as I lick one of her nipples. She arches her back and grinds her hips. I keep to her rhythm. I bring her to the brink of orgasm and then slow down. Leaving her to come back down before sinking my full length into her. Strong unyielding thrusts. Slow and deep. She moans ‘Fuck me harder’. We grind together hard and fast. I slide my hand under her ass but she pulls it back and entwines her fingers into mine. She lays her hand, still locked with mine, on the pillow next to her head. My arm is outstretched like I’m pinning her down. Again she commands me: “Be strong!” I try to make my body as taught and strong as I can muster. My other arm is wrapped beneath her waist. It must be uncomfortable for her or even hurting. (I had tried to move it but she had stopped me.) She pants: “Oh god!… Oh god I want to cum all over your cock!”

When she comes she is loud enough to wake the neighbors. As ever I try to stay on the spot, to keep her rhythm, to keep her going for as long as I can. When she’s done I imagine that I’m some random guy that she’s pulled and brought home to fuck whilst I watch. Releasing myself into her as she grasps my face with both hands and kisses me hard. Nowadays I always imagine that I’m another guy when make love. That turns me on. Those crotchless knickers might be weird but they certainly seem to turn her on.

 

[btweets]

Going from fantasy to reality is oftern the toughest part of turning your lady into a Hotwife. I met Elaine when I was 32 and she was 29. We were both divorced with no kids. After dating for several months I really started liking her. I had done some swinging and wife sharing with my ex wife. I don't think that led to our divorce, but one never knows. I got Elaine to pose for sexy polaroid pics and she didn't seem to object like some women do. For my birthday she surprised me with some lingerie photos done by a professional she had hired. I was more than pleased with that attitude. After about a year I decided to broach the idea of sharing her. Started with sex talk in the bedroom. While having sex she acted willing saying it might be fun, but nothing ever actually happened. I knew for our relationship to go further I was going to have to press the issue to see if she ! was all talk and no action. I kept telling her to pick out some guy she would like to fuck. I didn't care if it was old lover or friend. View attachment 423192View attachment 423193View attachment 423195 She said she could not approach someone about having sex with them if she really loved me.

Did anything happen between her and the photographer?

 

[Wantmfm]

Going from fantasy to reality is oftern the toughest part of turning your lady into a Hotwife. I met Elaine when I was 32 and she was 29. We were both divorced with no kids. After dating for several months I really started liking her. I had done some swinging and wife sharing with my ex wife. I don't think that led to our divorce, but one never knows. I got Elaine to pose for sexy polaroid pics and she didn't seem to object like some women do. For my birthday she surprised me with some lingerie photos done by a professional she had hired. I was more than pleased with that attitude. After about a year I decided to broach the idea of sharing her. Started with sex talk in the bedroom. While having sex she acted willing saying it might be fun, but nothing ever actually happened. I knew for our relationship to go further I was going to have to press the issue to see if she ! was all talk and no action. I kept telling her to pick out some guy she would like to fuck. I didn't care if it was old lover or friend. View attachment 423192View attachment 423193View attachment 423195 She said she could not approach someone about having sex with them if she really loved me.

Wow ultra sexy woman. Love the lingerie.

 

[simonward]

Oh My God! You are Disgusting! - 09/05/20

Our sex life has been good lately. The last time we had sex she’d said she wasn't up for it and just offered doggystyle. She never cums doggystyle. She just uses it, when she isn't in the mood. To get me off as quickly as possible so that she can get some sleep. I took it slow and gentle. I gradually got her worked up. I reached around and gently massaged her clitoris. I told some her dirty stuff. I said the kind of things that I sometimes say. ‘You have best ass in the world.’ ‘Your body is so tight.’ And then I said things that I never say. ‘I want to bury my cock deep in your ass.’ ‘I’m going to shoot my hot cum right into you.’ Soon she pulled away and rolled onto her back. I started fucking her missionary. She didn't seem all that responsive to a few sensual things that I tried. So I put my arm under her leg and pinned her knee up level with her chest. Then I fucked I her as hard as I could. She came for ages.
She seemed really happy the next morning. She said something about me being more 'enthusiastic'. I guess that translates as more dominant. She said I’d been assertive and that I told her what I wanted to do. So I guess maybe that was ‘bury my cock deep in your ass’. Perhaps this is how I man up and be the real man that she wants. I think I need to.


Today as I wake she opens the curtains. She’s already half dressed. She’s wearing those leggings again. The ones that she’d been worried were ‘indecent’ when I gave them to her. She went cycling with the kids in them during the week. Today she’s got them on first thing. The weather is great again. The sunlight streaming through the window has me squinting to see her. She has her hands behind her head. Posing topless in those leggings. Teasing. I say: ‘I think you should come back here.’
‘In your dreams. The kids are both up. You’ll just have to look.’
‘Yeah well I’m struggling with that at the moment.’
‘Get up and get some life into yourself. I’m going to make another picnic and take the kids out again. You can get that patio cleaned!’ She pulls a figure hugging top over herself.
I pull the duvet up over my eyes muttering ‘I can’t wait.’
She’s actually loving this lockdown. She’s got this beautiful area all to herself. It’s normally full of walkers at this time of year. She’s been out practically every evening. She’s often taken the kids climbing. Yesterday she made up an amazing picnic and spent the day with them at the lake. They all enjoyed themselves so much that they’re doing the same again today. I drag myself out of bed and make it downstairs in time to join them for breakfast. Sarah’s baked croissants again. She always does at the weekend. The kids love it. I sit looking at her over the breakfast table, as she laughs and jokes with the kids, I’m thinking ‘What women bake their own croissants?… What women look like that?…. Earn as much as their husbands?… .Keep themselves practically as fit as a professional athlete?…. Radiate positivity and playfulness that raises the spirits of everyone around them?’ The last four attributes… yes. I’m sure there are such women. Probably many even. But they don’t bake their own croissants.
When they leave to spend the day at the lake I’m a bit down. As she kisses me goodbye I tell her: ‘I want to come with you.’
‘There’s a global pandemic honey. You’re high risk. And it’s not as if hygiene is one of your strong points is it? I’d be more worried about you than I am about the kids.’
‘But I won’t touch anything...’
‘You are the most precious thing in the world to us.’ She smiles. ‘ The last thing we need is you getting ill because you’ve climbed over a style, or opened a gate, and then picked your nose and eaten it.’ She grabs my crotch and kisses me. Then she throws her arms around me and starts dry humping me in the doorway. Saying almost aggressively: ‘We’ll do a bit of this later if you behave yourself while we’re out.’
I smile and wave them goodbye. I’m sure I’m not really high risk. I had a bruised lung from my fall, which has left me with low oxygen levels in my blood, but I’ve not had a letter telling me to completely isolate. I go and make myself another coffee before embarking upon cleaning up all of the cooking utensils that she’s left all over the kitchen. She seems to have used every possible receptacle and implement. Then I clearing away and cleaning the plates, mugs, and cutlery on the breakfast table. Then I put some music on and clean the bathroom. After that I make a start on the patio.
When they come back in the late afternoon they just dump all of their gear and the picnic basket. I clear it all up after them. I put their swimming costumes on to wash. Move their shoes, from where ever they’re been randomly discarded, into the shoe cupboard. They’ve clearly had a fantastic day. The kids are effervescent. Telling me about their swim games. Sarah’s had another mindful afternoon reading a novel in the sunshine. She’s mightily pleased with the revitalized patio. She sets about making a fantastic family dinner using even more equipment (and making even more mess) than in the morning. I swear I spend more of my spare time washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen than anything else.
Through the evening she gives me further indications of being up for sex tonight. Grabbing my cock and whispering: ‘I want to suck your cock right off!’. She’s never exactly been subtle. Nevertheless at bedtime I’m not sure if she is up for it. We hug and kiss. But her mind seems to be dragging up anything that she can think of that I’ve done to annoy her. I’ve let Katie leave her jumper in school on the last day before lock down closed it. I’ve not noticed that the tread on one of the car tyres is below legal limit. Every time she seems to be getting into it there is something that causes her to pull away and chide me. I gently finger her. Eventually getting her to forget it all and working her up good. It takes a lots of snogging. I mount her missionary and give her the full length to grind on just for a few moments. She groans ‘Ohh… that is so good!’ Then I take it away and keep it on the edge of her vagina whilst I gently massage her clitoris with a finger wet from her juices running beneath my cock. Occasionally I push her the full pole again and let her bend it deep inside her with her hips. ‘Ohhh God!’ But then I retract it again and go back to teasing and massaging. Eventually she looks me in the eyes and begs: ‘Let me ride you.’ I climb off her and lay back. She rides like a porn star. Bringing herself near to orgasm a few times in different positions. Each time I stop her just short. Eventually I have mercy on her. I pull her body down onto me and she locks her legs around mine. I put one hand on her ass and grab her hair with the other. She cums like crazy. I keep her going for as long as I can. Afterwards, as she climbs off me, she asks, grinning: ‘Do you want to suck your cum back out of me?’
It’s the second time she has asked me that. The first time I just ignored it. This time I grab her and pull her hips towards my face. She struggles free and falls beside me.
‘Oh my God! You are disgusting!’
‘You asked me to do it! I’ll do anything you want.’
‘I wasn’t serious.’
‘That’s what you said last time.’
‘What fucking last time?’
‘You asked me the same thing a couple of months ago. I didn’t try to do it. But I told you later that I will if you want. You said that you were only joking and that you can’t think of anything more disgusting.’
‘Did I?’
‘Yes… but you did think of it though. Twice.’
‘As if!… You are just making things up now.’
‘I am not.’
‘Fucking dream on.’
Soon we are falling asleep in each others arms. I’m just drifting off when she says: ‘Would you really do that?’
‘Anything you want baby... Anything you want.’

 

[simonward]

Spring Bank Holiday - 25/05/20

It’s been idyllic long weekend. On Friday I’d woken and she was already up and making those croissants. She had the day off work. I found her in the kitchen wearing some new ear rings that I gave her the day before. I told her how adorable she looked. Hugged and kissed her. She was looking really sexy in a short denim skirt. She had her anklet on. She took the k**s out for the day while I cleaned bathrooms, mopped floors, washed up, and changed the beds. In the evening I gave her my bank card to go and buy wine. She cooked a fantastic meal and we ate outside on the patio. After I washed up and put the k**s to bed I found her still out there. She’d got the fire pit out. She had a fire going with some logs she’d bought. We spent the evening on the patio romantically drinking wine beside the fire pit and making small talk.

When it got cold she led me indoors and kissed me in the kitchen. We carried on kissing through the house, and up the stairs, taking items of clothing off as we moved. When we got to the bedroom she flung herself onto her back on the bed. I crouched over her and I began kissing her passionately. I slipped two fingers into her already wet pussy. She was gagging for it. So was I. But there was nothing going on with my cock. She told me: ‘Come on! I need a real man to fuck me.’ I went down on her. Still nothing but a limp dick. I tried for over half an hour before we both got frustrated and gave up. She was so wet that the bed sheets were damp. She said: ‘It’s all in your head Paul.’ She fell asleep in my arms, frustrated. I couldn’t sleep. I was livid with myself. My fat floppy twat of a cock. I’ve been having this problem for a while. I stopped looking at porn thinking that might help. I’ve also tried to drop the whole Hotwife thing. I suspect that might have something to do with it. My subconscious mind is probably convinced that it’s good if I don’t fuck her because then maybe someone else will. That is not good. I’ve started to realize that the whole Hotwife thing isn’t real. It’s just bullshit peddled by the porn industry. And now it’s adversely affecting my sex life. It’s got to stop. I didn’t sleep well. Disturbed by how turned on she had been and how badly I had let her down.

When we woke on Saturday she'd mocked me lovingly about not sleeping. She'd hugged me, kissed me, and told me that I ought not to get upset just because it didn’t work out. In the day she’d made a fantastic picnic again and spent the day out at the lake with the k**s. She did the same on Sunday. The weather was amazing all weekend.

Today is Bank Holiday Monday. We wake in each others arms and she tells me of a dream that she’s had. Apparently I’d had sold the house, without involving her, and bought a new one which was totally unsuitable and in such a state of disrepair that had to be condemned. I tell her. ‘That’s your subconscious. It’s trying to deal with the fear you have that I just set off on things without thinking the consequences through properly.’
‘No shit! Of course it is. You fucking don’t!’
‘I think I do...’
She laughs ‘Do you ever the fuck!’
She gets up and puts on a pair of red Brazilians with skin tight jeans. The panties stick up over the waistband of the jeans. I knew they’d ride higher than her jeans. That’s why I bought them. I also knew the slim fit T-shirt that she’s picked out to wear, won’t reach down to cover the exposed panty waistband. That’s why I bought that too. And she says that I don’t think things through properly. She climbs back onto the bed topless and lays on top of me. She pins my arms by my sides. ‘Come on Beta Boy. Grow a pair of balls!’
I’m tired and still half asleep. I think ‘Oh god not this.’ I try to move my arms and wrestle out of her grip but she’s strong. ‘Watch my back. You’re going to hurt me.’ I complain.
‘Ahhh… are you going to complain abut being bullied.’
‘Who to?’
‘Your mummy… oh Mummy… Sarah has been mean to me.’ Still holding my arms at my side, she sits up, shuffles forward, and pushes her pussy into my face. It would be nice if she didn’t have the jeans on. ‘Maybe I’ll fart in your face.’
‘Oh please!… Get off...’ I wrestle free and fall off the side of the bed.
She laughs ‘Hahahaha Ha… You are such a man!.’
I pick myself up and get a shower while she finishes dressing and goes downstairs to make breakfast. After breakfast I’m washing and cleaning when she comes in from the garden. She’s been getting everything together to take the k**s out again. She sidles past me and reaches into a kitchen cupboard. She’s singing a song that she’s made up to the tune of ‘I Try’ by Macy Gray.
‘I tried to get it up / but I failed. / Tried to shag my wife / but I couldn’t. / Though I seduced her / in the yard. / My little cock / just won't get hard.’
‘Er.. I don’t have a little cock.’
‘Well it wasn’t big the other night!’ She kisses me. ‘Don’t make it a big deal. It’s all in your head. I’m just making light of it.’ She skips off back outside.

They’re back by lunchtime. She puts pork on slow roast and goes for an afternoon walk up the hill to meet Kelly (one of her girlfriends). I’ve got the k**s at home. I told her that I’ll take care of everything and she should go enjoy herself. I vacuum and tidy and sort out the k**s gear. When she comes back she seems to be angry with me from the moment that she walks through the door. It’s all about me me not listening. Because days ago she’d told me about a problem with our cancelled summer holiday and I’d suggested a solution. She says I should have just listened and prompted her to come up with a solution herself by saying things like ‘oh.. and what do you think of that’. It’s all a bit prescriptive. I really have no idea what she’s on about. It all seems a bit mad. I tell her: ‘I listened... I tried to help... I don’t understand.’
‘Exactly! You never understand…. Just forget it.’
I decide it’s best to do just that. I leave it for a bit and then take her into the living room where I’ve set up the new TV that she has been angling for. The k**s come in and join us. They helped me set it up. They’re exited to show her. Whatever was eating at her is quickly forgotten. Everything’s great and I’m pure gold again. She grabs my balls through my shorts and whispers in my ear. ‘If this thing works tonight I'm going to ride really hard.’ I give her my bank card to go to the shop and get us a bottle of wine.

All evening she’s on at me to get it hard and be ready. She’s not going to start anything unless it’s already hard. As it gets nearer to bedtime I’m surreptitiously fluffing myself up. I make sure that I’m in bed before her. When she comes to bed she throws off the duvet and jumps on top of me naked. She grabs my cock and pushes it straight into her. As quick as that. She doesn’t want foreplay. There’s no tit licking or clit rubbing. She jokes and laughs whilst she grinds on my throbbing cock. I always find it hard to joke around and laugh during sex. It’s not funny, Not to me. But I make sure to laugh with her. Albeit that my laughter is forced. Eventually she squats over me and works her tight ass so vigorously that she’s literally milking my cock and I cum really hard.

 

[simonward]

Yes Daddy... All the time. – 06/06/20

It’s a beautiful summer afternoon. This lock down is a pleasure here. The k**s have been playing in the garden in the sunshine. Sarah and I have been gardening and drinking wine. I love this family. I love this place. There are butterflies everywhere. A huge, pretty, red one lands on Sarah’s hair. She is as enchanting as the weather. She shines. She sparkles. They all do. We have dinner out in the garden. Everyone is happy and smiling. Chatting. Laughing. The k**s talk exuberantly about flying their kite out by the lake. Sarah took them out there again this morning. It sounds like they had a typically fantastic time.

All of a sudden Little Katie falls silent… thinking. Then: ‘Mummy!.. You really like talking to that man don’t you?’
There is silence. The whole mood has changed. I hold my tongue. Sarah is deep in thought. The laughter has all stopped. ‘Steve...’ Sarah eventually says. ‘Yes Katie I do.’ The radiance and jollity has faded from her. She talks slowly and calmy. Looking down at her plate as she speaks. Pushing her food with her fork. ‘He’s always charming and friendly…. He’s not like the other people. Everyone else moans about lock down... Or unloads their problems onto me... Or moans about that new housing estate... Or tries to convert me to their political views… it’s so depressing.’
‘You talk to him for a long time Mummy.’
‘I like talking to him. It’s actually a pleasure. He’s like... the only person who it’s actually a pleasure to talk to. He’s always happy.’ She’s still talking slowly and avoiding any eye contact. ‘He’s so laid back and chilled out. He’s funny. He makes me laugh. He… ‘ she pauses for a few seconds ‘...understands me.’

Suddenly it feels like I am in the wrong movie or something. I can’t believe this conversation is even happening. I’m silent. Shocked. It feels like my stomach is stuck in my throat.
‘What does Steve talk about Mummy?’
‘Just nice things...’ Sarah continues. He talks about climbing. He’s so into it. You can really tell how much he loves it.’ She’s looking up from her food now. There’s vibrancy in her voice that was missing before. ‘It sounds so amazing being up there. So liberating. The thrill... the views... the freedom. It all comes across so vividly when he talks about it. He talks about his house. It’s amazing what he’s doing with it! And he’s not big headed about it. He just has these fantastic ideas and he goes for it... and he makes it happen...’

Everyone is quiet for a few moments as they all get on with eating. It’s one of those pick and mix meals that they all love. Where Sarah spreads cheeses, cold meats, olives, salad, bread, and more, across the table and everyone just dives in. If you snooze you lose. I’m losing right now. I’m not eating any of it. I feel like I’ve been punched in the chest. Was this just today? I have to know. I have to ask someone… something. I try to sound jaunty. Smiling, I direct the question to Katie. ‘Do you often meet Steve?’
‘Yes Daddy... All the time.’

It feels like every internal organ in my chest has just dropped into my stomach. Sarah hadn’t mentioned that she had met Steve. She mentioned meeting various characters who get on her nerves or bore her to death. She hasn’t mentioned Steve since she saw him climbing a month ago. During April she often bumped into him. She talked about him a lot. About the work that he had going on at his big house. About the travels that he told her he is planning. About the fantastic gardens that he’s putting in. But then it stopped. For a month she hasn’t mentioned him at all. I had blithely thought that she hadn’t seen him. But there it is. From the mouth of an innocent c***d. ‘Yes daddy. All the time.’ I feel like I need to vomit. I think I’m actually in shock.

I wanted her to be a Hotwife. I really did. It was a silly obsession inspired by pornography. I knew that. It felt like a dangerous game that was fun to play. I’d kind of subliminally persuade her to lead me where ever she wanted to go. Which was never going to be cuckoldry. I knew I couldn’t make her do anything. I know I can’t control her. I wouldn’t want to. I couldn’t just come out and ask her to be a Hotwife. She would balk at it. It would scare her. Probably upset her and damage our relationship. So I slowly and subtly suggested and encouraged her. Small step by small step. But steps she wanted to take. To wherever she wanted to go. I worked on removing barriers in her mind. And wherever she wants to go, at whatever speed, then that’s where we go. If it’s nowhere.. that’s fine. Whatever she wants... I am happy with. Well… I was… until Steve ‘really came out of himself’ at Christmas. Franky, now, this conversation has got me terrified. I started out with an end game vision of another guy fucking her. Not understanding her! And certainly not a guy we’ve both known since c***dhood. A guy who told me that he liked her right when we first got together. The Hotwife Sarah that I had in mind would maybe pull a guy in a bar. We would take him back to a cheap hotel. She’d fuck some stranger in front of me in a Premier Inn and then we’d all go home get on with life like it never happened. We’d never see the guy again. ‘Stevie’, (I can still hear the tone change in her voice,) understanding her, is not something that ever occurred to me. My mind was awash with porn industry bullshit. Meanwhile in the real world....

We all get on with dinner as if nothing has happened. I pour Sarah more wine to break myself out of my stupor. Through the rest of the evening I make an effort to behave as if the conversation never happened. At bedtime I can’t help myself. I have to bring it up. It’s gnawing at my mind. I think about how to ask her about the dinner time conversation in a friendly, non confrontational, manner. Then I think better of it and decide not to ask at all. Then, by the time that I’m sat in bed with a book in my hands, as she’s getting undressed, I've change my mind back. I have to ask! I think hard about how to phrase it. Eventually I pluck up the courage to go with: ‘You didn’t tell me that you’d bumped into Steve honey. How is he?’
‘Oh he’s fine.’ I seem to have pitched it right because she opens straight up. She moves from the dressing table round to her side of the bed. She’s stepping out of her knickers. ‘He is building that Tennis court. I mean building it himself! How cool is that.’ She’s smiling and bouncy. Now sat on the edge of the bed. ‘He says he’s going to throw a big party after lock down.’
I smile. ‘That’ll be great! Let’s hope it’s not long.’ It’s the first I’ve heard of any party. I feel sick in my stomach. My mind is whirling. I tell myself to cool it. It’s my fantasy not hers! She’s not having an emotional affair with Steve! She just bumps into him every now and then and hasn’t mentioned it because there’s nothing to tell. But telling myself these things isn’t really helping with the knot in my stomach.

She picks up the fishnet body stocking from out of her bedside draw. ‘How about I put this on? Would you like that?’
I snap out of it almost immediately. My smile goes from forced to genuine. ‘Er.. well yeah...’
She goes to the bathroom and comes back wearing that slutty fishnet. She fixes my gaze and crawls across the bed to me, staring into my eyes, smiling naughtily, half biting her bottom lip. She says ‘I want you to fuck me from behind like I’m a filthy bitch.’ (She never said anything dirty before I started my Hotwife conversion process. This is a new high.)

I’ve already got a raging hard on. (She’s never enjoyed doggystyle.) I get up behind her and feel for the split in the crotch with my fingers. I try to guide my cock into her but the light is dim and I struggle to find the spot. I’m desperately thinking: ‘Come on don’t fuck this up! Oh god that’s not right. Quick try again. Don’t fuck this up. Don’t kill the moment. It’s there!’ Relieved not to have blown it I slowly work my cock into her. Before long I’m thrusting the full length deep in and out of her pussy. She pushes back against me and grinds her ass on my cock like she loves it. (Her ass is world class. It’s all the gym work she does. It could win prizes.) Eventually she is doing most of the movement. I move slowly and carefully as she thumps her ass against my groin thrusting it slightly upwards each time the lips of her pussy reach the base of my cock. I reach around her for her clit and leave a finger to gently touch it on each of her thumping, cock bending, thrusts. She starts cumming. ‘Oh God!... Oh Fuck!… Fuck that big cock in my cunt!…Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! She cums loud and long. She is beautiful. She is amazing. (She has never cum in doggystyle before.) I watch her taught figure athletically working my cock. I feel disappointed when, her orgasm over, she pulls herself off me and lays on her side. But then she lifts an arm, pushes me, puts me down onto my back, and climbs above me. She squats above my cock. Feet astride my hips. She lowers herself gently onto it. She moves like a gymnast. She rides in various positions. She’s putting on a show. Leaning back she works it like she wants to snap it. It hurts so good. The show goes on and on. She says ‘You love me fucking you… Don’t you?’ Eventually I have to grab her and pull her body onto mine. She moans ‘Oh that is so fucking sexy!’ as I lick her tit whilst driving my cock up into her soaking wet pussy. She has the longest loudest orgasm I’ve ever known her to have. I try not to, because Christ, I don’t want to! But from start to finish, and even as I’m blowing my load into her, I am imagining that I am ‘Stevie’.