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We spent last weekend in New Orleans, just the two of us. We love NO for its food scene, history and cultural flavor. Something about those cajun spices also seems to bring out everyone’s inhibitions. We had a great time-a couple of famous restaurants, great jazz and a history tour-but I wanted to share one event with you all.
We left a jazz show, around midnight, not far from Bourbon street, and we decided to stroll down Bourbon to check out the scene. Being December, I think it's a little off season with cooler weather but I also think the big schools may be out for the holidays because there seemed to be a high number of college students. Caty was wearing a thick sweater over scoop front top that showed off the tops of her beauties and she did get a couple of beads thrown at her with demands to “show your t***” but she just laughed and passed on even though I teasingly told her she should give them what they want.
We decided it wouldn’t be Bourbon street without doing a couple of shots so we went into a very loud bar with lots of flashing lights and pressed up to the bar and ordered fireballs. We were amongst a group of college boys and I started talking to them. The one closest told me that Caty was hot and in his words, he “would” which made his friends all laugh. Caty was red-faced and said that she is the age of their grandmothers. The same boy said with a body like hers, her age didn’t matter.
That’s when I pushed things. I told the boy to take a shot but not to swallow and I told Caty to take the shot from his mouth. She looked at me like I was nuts and I said “hey, come on, get into the spirit of Bourbon Street!”. The boy was obviously eager and then to my shock, she agreed to do it. I think she thought I would back down or maybe she thought she’d teach me a lesson.
It was so fucking hot. The boy, probably 21 years old, classic white frat boy, took the shot, stepped up to Caty and she opened her mouth. He put his hands on her lower back, pulled her up against him, and his mouth on hers. Alcohol spilled along their cheeks and he started to kiss her. Tongue heavy and to my pleasant surprise…she kissed back. His friends were all yelling “holy ......!”
I was hiding my erection.
It probably lasted 10 seconds and they broke apart. I looked down and he was hard in his shorts and Caty later confirmed that she had felt it pressed against her. The other boys wanted turns and again to my surprise, she said OK. Another white boy did the same and spilled all over her. I think he was too eager for the kiss. They kissed for several seconds. Now, the boys were gathered around her. She said she could do one more. An asian boy, a big muscular guy, pushed in for it. He grabbed her, pulled her in, poured the shot on her neck and cleavage and started licking and sucking. Caty told me later that his tongue dipped into her shirt and touched her nipple.
Caty then pushed her way out and I was momentarily worried that the boys would riot but they were good kids. She was messy. Wet with alcohol and her make up a mess. We went straight to the hotel without saying anything and I was worried she was angry.
But she wasn’t. She was incredibly turned on and as soon as the hotel room door was closed, she stripped and made me go down on her. I can only imagine what she was imagining as I brought her to orgasm.
We left a jazz show, around midnight, not far from Bourbon street, and we decided to stroll down Bourbon to check out the scene. Being December, I think it's a little off season with cooler weather but I also think the big schools may be out for the holidays because there seemed to be a high number of college students. Caty was wearing a thick sweater over scoop front top that showed off the tops of her beauties and she did get a couple of beads thrown at her with demands to “show your t***” but she just laughed and passed on even though I teasingly told her she should give them what they want.
We decided it wouldn’t be Bourbon street without doing a couple of shots so we went into a very loud bar with lots of flashing lights and pressed up to the bar and ordered fireballs. We were amongst a group of college boys and I started talking to them. The one closest told me that Caty was hot and in his words, he “would” which made his friends all laugh. Caty was red-faced and said that she is the age of their grandmothers. The same boy said with a body like hers, her age didn’t matter.
That’s when I pushed things. I told the boy to take a shot but not to swallow and I told Caty to take the shot from his mouth. She looked at me like I was nuts and I said “hey, come on, get into the spirit of Bourbon Street!”. The boy was obviously eager and then to my shock, she agreed to do it. I think she thought I would back down or maybe she thought she’d teach me a lesson.
It was so fucking hot. The boy, probably 21 years old, classic white frat boy, took the shot, stepped up to Caty and she opened her mouth. He put his hands on her lower back, pulled her up against him, and his mouth on hers. Alcohol spilled along their cheeks and he started to kiss her. Tongue heavy and to my pleasant surprise…she kissed back. His friends were all yelling “holy ......!”
I was hiding my erection.
It probably lasted 10 seconds and they broke apart. I looked down and he was hard in his shorts and Caty later confirmed that she had felt it pressed against her. The other boys wanted turns and again to my surprise, she said OK. Another white boy did the same and spilled all over her. I think he was too eager for the kiss. They kissed for several seconds. Now, the boys were gathered around her. She said she could do one more. An asian boy, a big muscular guy, pushed in for it. He grabbed her, pulled her in, poured the shot on her neck and cleavage and started licking and sucking. Caty told me later that his tongue dipped into her shirt and touched her nipple.
Caty then pushed her way out and I was momentarily worried that the boys would riot but they were good kids. She was messy. Wet with alcohol and her make up a mess. We went straight to the hotel without saying anything and I was worried she was angry.
But she wasn’t. She was incredibly turned on and as soon as the hotel room door was closed, she stripped and made me go down on her. I can only imagine what she was imagining as I brought her to orgasm.
I've made a few comments on our church life and as perverted as my mind may be, it's a big part of our lives. Religious and social. I hope that no one is offended that I note these happenings in and around our church environment.
Last weekend was cold and rainy and we arrived late for service. I dropped her off and parked. When I stepped inside, I saw she had sat close to the back and beside a single young man, mid 2Os. Later, we learned that he had escorted his grandmother to the service but she had sat in the front pew. I saw a few rows behind them, no one between us. It was an impulse. When Caty looked back and saw me, she gave me a quizzical look and I just smiled and shrugged.
During service, they had the heat turned up high so it was uncomfortably warm for those of us under age 90. Caty had removed her jacket and sweater and was in a green silk blouse that was sort of like a loose t-shirt, low front scoop. Also in a jean skirt and black nylons. I kept noticing the young man checking her out. I texted her and told her. When she saw my text, she looked back with a sly look.
For the rest of the service, she flirted as much as I thought possible in that environment. They shared a hymnal. She stood so close to be against him. She crossed her legs and let the skirt ride high. She whispered questions to him, lips nearly brushing him. She told me later that she thought he may have had the beginnings of a bulge. He definitely had to rearrange himself more than once.
After the service, we met him and his grandmother and it was normal friendly. She got his name and we expect to see him next Sunday. I realize that this is pretty weak as a hotwife adventure but for me, as a Wannabe, I've been turned on about it for a few days now.
This incident brought up the cucking conversation again and after New Oreans, she wants to do it, all the way. She said that she’s not going to worry about BEING too old but instead worry about BECOMING too old-she wants to have fun now, while she can.
We’re planning a Christmas week trip and it may happen then.
Last weekend was cold and rainy and we arrived late for service. I dropped her off and parked. When I stepped inside, I saw she had sat close to the back and beside a single young man, mid 2Os. Later, we learned that he had escorted his grandmother to the service but she had sat in the front pew. I saw a few rows behind them, no one between us. It was an impulse. When Caty looked back and saw me, she gave me a quizzical look and I just smiled and shrugged.
During service, they had the heat turned up high so it was uncomfortably warm for those of us under age 90. Caty had removed her jacket and sweater and was in a green silk blouse that was sort of like a loose t-shirt, low front scoop. Also in a jean skirt and black nylons. I kept noticing the young man checking her out. I texted her and told her. When she saw my text, she looked back with a sly look.
For the rest of the service, she flirted as much as I thought possible in that environment. They shared a hymnal. She stood so close to be against him. She crossed her legs and let the skirt ride high. She whispered questions to him, lips nearly brushing him. She told me later that she thought he may have had the beginnings of a bulge. He definitely had to rearrange himself more than once.
After the service, we met him and his grandmother and it was normal friendly. She got his name and we expect to see him next Sunday. I realize that this is pretty weak as a hotwife adventure but for me, as a Wannabe, I've been turned on about it for a few days now.
This incident brought up the cucking conversation again and after New Oreans, she wants to do it, all the way. She said that she’s not going to worry about BEING too old but instead worry about BECOMING too old-she wants to have fun now, while she can.
We’re planning a Christmas week trip and it may happen then.
Well, finding a bull wasn’t difficult. After my last post, I received several inquiries through this website. Some volunteered to travel to wherever we may be going for the holidays. Thank you all for your interest-not only was it very complimentary to Caty, it was a boost to my ego and frankly, turned me on.
We received one inquiry from a young man in the SF bay area. After a bit of back and forth, I presented his photos and background to Caty. She was almost embarrassed that a young man of such good looks would be interested. Our guy, we’ll call him “Evan”, is in his early 20s, 6’2”, muscular and thin with wavy blond hair and well-tanned. He’s a surfer dude with a brain. And a very big dick.
He came to our hotel bar. He doesn’t drink but Caty and I each had wine. We got to know each other over the next 40 minutes. I remember watching the clock-my nerves were so on edge. Part of me didn’t want this to happen. Maybe it would be best if we had been willing but it just didn’t happen. I ordered a whiskey.
He told us that he had some experience in MFM threesomes but had never been a designated “bull” before and he was quite excited to do it. I explained, as Caty and I discussed previously, that she didn’t want me to watch. She thought it would make it feel like she was performing and she thought I would make her nervous. He was fine with that.
I sensed that there were still a bit of nerves around the table. I got up to use the restroom and when I did, I told Evan to sit where I had been sitting beside Caty. I went to the bathroom and talked to myself in the mirror. I had to remind myself that I wanted this to happen. That I had to have the balls now to see it through. For what it's worth, I wasn’t feeling like a weak cuck but more like a man pushing to get what he wanted. On my way back, I saw them sitting together and chatting very close together. I inhaled deeply. This was on. I stopped at the bar for another whiskey.
On my return, I asked how things were going. They said it was great. I said that I was looking forward to watching the football game from here in the bar. Evan looked at Caty and spoke.
“Well, I really like you so if ah…if you’re into it…er..but don’t feel you must. Totally understand…either way.”
She smiled and nodded and told him to wait a minute.
She went to me and we kissed and she asked me if I was sure and I asked if she wanted to do this and she nodded and smiled. I told her I loved her and to have fun and she kissed me again and said she loved me too.
Then my wife of several decades, turned away and took the hand of this young man and they left the bar together.
I have read a lot about cuckold angst but I can’t really say that I felt it. I watched football, drank and had dinner. I kept an eye on my phone but no texts or alerts came. I chatted with the bartender and I did wonder what he thought was going on but he didn’t notice, care or want to ask. I guess that would be a weird subject to bring up over small talk. So, who’s fucking your wife tonight?
Their timing was excellent. I sat at the bar for about 50 minutes, just enough time for me to have dinner, when I got a text from Caty saying that I could come up to the room but no rush. I quickly paid and went up.
She was in bed. Naked and hair disheveled but I noticed she had reapplied a little make-up. We had discussed that she wasn’t to shower or clean herself but Caty comes from a generation of women that was taught to always look good for her man.
I pulled back the sheets. I smelled sex. I reached down and parted her legs. She looked a little bit frightened, or maybe she was embarrassed. Creampie. It was a mess down there. I fell on her and for the first time in my life, I tasted another man’s cum.
She moaned an “Oh my god” with her fingers in my hair. I could tell by how she moved that she was sensitive down there and I thought maybe she didn’t need this. But I was hungry for it and she is a good wife. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm.
I then kneeled above her naked body, pulled out my throbbing cock and with just a few tugs, I came on her body.
I realized then, in post orgasm clarity, that we had yet to speak a word. I lay down beside her.
“Tell me. Everything.”
“In a minute. I just have to get clean now.”
She left to shower and to my own astonishment now, I fell asleep. I woke up hours later but she was asleep. We didn’t discuss it until early morning light was in our room.
He had been nervous and a little shy which she liked and made her feel more comfortable. They sat on the edge of the bed and she kissed him first. He got pretty excited then and more confident and aggressive. He told her how beautiful she was. How sexy. He undressed her and spent a good amount of time sucking and kissing her body. Her breasts. And then, gave her oral.
Before she orgasmed, he stood and threw off his clothes. He was tanned and very muscular. When I asked if he had six pack abs and she said it looked like more than six. She said he was like Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise. She said it felt surreal, like a fantasy not reality.
He was already erect and the photos and description he had given were accurate. He’s big. She showed me with her fingers and I would say nine inches and thick. Circumsized.
He got on top of her and entered her. She had been a little nervous about his size but he had her warmed up. It only took a little bit of adjustment and he was in. We had agreed at the bar, no condoms. He had said he had been recently checked out.
She said that she couldn’t believe it was happening. She looked down and saw this bronze muscular god fucking her. He had a look of incredible lust in his own face. It didn’t take long for both to cum. When he did, he buried hard and deep in her with her fingers digging into his hard, muscular back.
They lay there for a moment with the sheets pulled up around them. Pillow talk. He told her that for him too, this seemed unreal. That this was fulfilling his fantasies of being a bull and of having an older woman. He told her she was incredibly sexy. Her chest was amazing. He admitted to having a girlfriend who was away for the holidays.
Caty said that she ought to text me but Evan asked her to wait a moment. He took her hand and placed it on his cock. He was hard again. She said that there was something thrilling about that. That he really was turned on by her. She stroked him as they kissed and then she kissed and licked his body. She went down on him. It was too big for her to take very deep in her mouth but she licked and sucked and used her hands while he kept saying how sexy she was. When he came, she took the head in her mouth and swallowed dutifully.
They cuddled briefly before he went to the bathroom. Caty wanted to use the bathroom but she remembered her promise to me. She texted me and when Evan returned, said that I was coming. He said he’d get out of the way quickly, dressing and kissing her goodbye. He said he’d love to do it again. He left moments before I arrived and Caty was surprised that I didn’t see him in the hall.
After she told me all this, we fucked. I felt a renewed lust for her that morning and I have been feeling it ever since. We have both been horny like teenagers again. She gives me little extra details about what happened. How he kissed. Smelled. His birthmark.
Like I said, I don’t feel like a weakened cuck. I have an amazing, sexy wife. I want her as much now as I did decades ago. I feel like a man who got what he wanted.
We received one inquiry from a young man in the SF bay area. After a bit of back and forth, I presented his photos and background to Caty. She was almost embarrassed that a young man of such good looks would be interested. Our guy, we’ll call him “Evan”, is in his early 20s, 6’2”, muscular and thin with wavy blond hair and well-tanned. He’s a surfer dude with a brain. And a very big dick.
He came to our hotel bar. He doesn’t drink but Caty and I each had wine. We got to know each other over the next 40 minutes. I remember watching the clock-my nerves were so on edge. Part of me didn’t want this to happen. Maybe it would be best if we had been willing but it just didn’t happen. I ordered a whiskey.
He told us that he had some experience in MFM threesomes but had never been a designated “bull” before and he was quite excited to do it. I explained, as Caty and I discussed previously, that she didn’t want me to watch. She thought it would make it feel like she was performing and she thought I would make her nervous. He was fine with that.
I sensed that there were still a bit of nerves around the table. I got up to use the restroom and when I did, I told Evan to sit where I had been sitting beside Caty. I went to the bathroom and talked to myself in the mirror. I had to remind myself that I wanted this to happen. That I had to have the balls now to see it through. For what it's worth, I wasn’t feeling like a weak cuck but more like a man pushing to get what he wanted. On my way back, I saw them sitting together and chatting very close together. I inhaled deeply. This was on. I stopped at the bar for another whiskey.
On my return, I asked how things were going. They said it was great. I said that I was looking forward to watching the football game from here in the bar. Evan looked at Caty and spoke.
“Well, I really like you so if ah…if you’re into it…er..but don’t feel you must. Totally understand…either way.”
She smiled and nodded and told him to wait a minute.
She went to me and we kissed and she asked me if I was sure and I asked if she wanted to do this and she nodded and smiled. I told her I loved her and to have fun and she kissed me again and said she loved me too.
Then my wife of several decades, turned away and took the hand of this young man and they left the bar together.
I have read a lot about cuckold angst but I can’t really say that I felt it. I watched football, drank and had dinner. I kept an eye on my phone but no texts or alerts came. I chatted with the bartender and I did wonder what he thought was going on but he didn’t notice, care or want to ask. I guess that would be a weird subject to bring up over small talk. So, who’s fucking your wife tonight?
Their timing was excellent. I sat at the bar for about 50 minutes, just enough time for me to have dinner, when I got a text from Caty saying that I could come up to the room but no rush. I quickly paid and went up.
She was in bed. Naked and hair disheveled but I noticed she had reapplied a little make-up. We had discussed that she wasn’t to shower or clean herself but Caty comes from a generation of women that was taught to always look good for her man.
I pulled back the sheets. I smelled sex. I reached down and parted her legs. She looked a little bit frightened, or maybe she was embarrassed. Creampie. It was a mess down there. I fell on her and for the first time in my life, I tasted another man’s cum.
She moaned an “Oh my god” with her fingers in my hair. I could tell by how she moved that she was sensitive down there and I thought maybe she didn’t need this. But I was hungry for it and she is a good wife. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm.
I then kneeled above her naked body, pulled out my throbbing cock and with just a few tugs, I came on her body.
I realized then, in post orgasm clarity, that we had yet to speak a word. I lay down beside her.
“Tell me. Everything.”
“In a minute. I just have to get clean now.”
She left to shower and to my own astonishment now, I fell asleep. I woke up hours later but she was asleep. We didn’t discuss it until early morning light was in our room.
He had been nervous and a little shy which she liked and made her feel more comfortable. They sat on the edge of the bed and she kissed him first. He got pretty excited then and more confident and aggressive. He told her how beautiful she was. How sexy. He undressed her and spent a good amount of time sucking and kissing her body. Her breasts. And then, gave her oral.
Before she orgasmed, he stood and threw off his clothes. He was tanned and very muscular. When I asked if he had six pack abs and she said it looked like more than six. She said he was like Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise. She said it felt surreal, like a fantasy not reality.
He was already erect and the photos and description he had given were accurate. He’s big. She showed me with her fingers and I would say nine inches and thick. Circumsized.
He got on top of her and entered her. She had been a little nervous about his size but he had her warmed up. It only took a little bit of adjustment and he was in. We had agreed at the bar, no condoms. He had said he had been recently checked out.
She said that she couldn’t believe it was happening. She looked down and saw this bronze muscular god fucking her. He had a look of incredible lust in his own face. It didn’t take long for both to cum. When he did, he buried hard and deep in her with her fingers digging into his hard, muscular back.
They lay there for a moment with the sheets pulled up around them. Pillow talk. He told her that for him too, this seemed unreal. That this was fulfilling his fantasies of being a bull and of having an older woman. He told her she was incredibly sexy. Her chest was amazing. He admitted to having a girlfriend who was away for the holidays.
Caty said that she ought to text me but Evan asked her to wait a moment. He took her hand and placed it on his cock. He was hard again. She said that there was something thrilling about that. That he really was turned on by her. She stroked him as they kissed and then she kissed and licked his body. She went down on him. It was too big for her to take very deep in her mouth but she licked and sucked and used her hands while he kept saying how sexy she was. When he came, she took the head in her mouth and swallowed dutifully.
They cuddled briefly before he went to the bathroom. Caty wanted to use the bathroom but she remembered her promise to me. She texted me and when Evan returned, said that I was coming. He said he’d get out of the way quickly, dressing and kissing her goodbye. He said he’d love to do it again. He left moments before I arrived and Caty was surprised that I didn’t see him in the hall.
After she told me all this, we fucked. I felt a renewed lust for her that morning and I have been feeling it ever since. We have both been horny like teenagers again. She gives me little extra details about what happened. How he kissed. Smelled. His birthmark.
Like I said, I don’t feel like a weakened cuck. I have an amazing, sexy wife. I want her as much now as I did decades ago. I feel like a man who got what he wanted.
I am Evan and that was rite on. Total fire. My fucking grandmother’s age haha. My friends blown away. Jelly as fuck. Hot as fuck. Tits fucking real world. No trouble taking it. A fucking prize. Sucked cock like a fucking champ. Unbelievable.
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