What do you do while you wife is out on a date?
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I usually wait for her messages and my mind travels to many horny scenes thinking about her..
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The question should be modified to "What do you do while your wife is out on the dates that YOU KNOW ABOUT?" Many of you here don't realize that your wives ARE ALREADY going out on dates and having sex with other guys, that's just the mathematical reality. If you only knew what your wives are really doing while they tell you they aren't interested in your sick WWTP fantasies!! 
Mrs Hotwife
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That's why I'm not going to get married, staying single all life smashing someone else wife and enjoying my free time by myself. No drama with a woman asking for gifts, holidays and all that bullshit. Women these days are not marriage material at all, just pump and dumpThe question should be modified to "What do you do while your wife is out on the dates that YOU KNOW ABOUT?" Many of you here don't realize that your wives ARE ALREADY going out on dates and having sex with other guys, that's just the mathematical reality. If you only knew what your wives are really doing while they tell you they aren't interested in your sick WWTP fantasies!!
Mrs Hotwife
When my wife is with her bf at home sometimes I watch join in and go to the other bedroom. It all depends on her mood. If she is at his place I get pictures or videos the best video I received was of him fucking her doggy and she was giving another guy a blow job. She never told me she has two guys that weekend. I still watch that video all the time
I spent a couple of years cuckolding a university professor. He used to like it best when his wife and I would meet while he was lecturing or supervising students. He loved the idea of being distracted while he was teaching by thoughts about what the two of us were getting up to. We also used to send him pictures too and he would have his phone on his lectern and look at the pics while lecturing. One of my favourites was when I tied her wrists to her ankles using two of his best silk neckties and posed her bent over naked on their marital bed obviously waiting to be fucked. I took the pic and sent it straight to his phone with a message telling him that in just a few minutes time, I was going to be sliding my cock between her arse cheeks and making her moan with pleasure. He was always really desperate to get home to reclaim her, but we always made sure that there was a nice big wet patch on his side of the bed for him to lie in. Happy days!
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Your statement here made my dick twitch. How I hope what you say is true.The question should be modified to "What do you do while your wife is out on the dates that YOU KNOW ABOUT?" Many of you here don't realize that your wives ARE ALREADY going out on dates and having sex with other guys, that's just the mathematical reality. If you only knew what your wives are really doing while they tell you they aren't interested in your sick WWTP fantasies!!
Mrs Hotwife
Masturbate myself raw, imagining the hot sex and him cumming in her pussy... Then I do it again imagining myself reclaiming her cum filled pussy as my own
Greetings All!
new to this site, reside in canada, i am here to try to find info or understand what my female partner (spouse/fiance) of 13 yrs did and why she did it and why she didnt think it was bad or at least for me it was. never talked about it with a single person ever. IN REGARDS TO THE QUESTION what to do when wife out with her man ? - i got in the habit of dropping her off at his place then would return home, could not go out to socialize while this happens, over time began to watch porn and yes jerked off alot imagining her doing what i saw in video, i never had so many orgasms in my life before over a period of time. i would wait hours til late nite hoping she would want to return home for the night, i learned not to call her phone or his to ask if i must wait or stay awake to pick her up later, this man would not tolerate any interruption or interference as he saw it. very volatile and hostile man. this went on for 2-3 yrs, i still dont get it, in a way.
new to this site, reside in canada, i am here to try to find info or understand what my female partner (spouse/fiance) of 13 yrs did and why she did it and why she didnt think it was bad or at least for me it was. never talked about it with a single person ever. IN REGARDS TO THE QUESTION what to do when wife out with her man ? - i got in the habit of dropping her off at his place then would return home, could not go out to socialize while this happens, over time began to watch porn and yes jerked off alot imagining her doing what i saw in video, i never had so many orgasms in my life before over a period of time. i would wait hours til late nite hoping she would want to return home for the night, i learned not to call her phone or his to ask if i must wait or stay awake to pick her up later, this man would not tolerate any interruption or interference as he saw it. very volatile and hostile man. this went on for 2-3 yrs, i still dont get it, in a way.
There was really only one occasion on which I knew my wife was with another guy at that very moment (and I wasn’t present) – it was both agonising and incredibly arousing.
Neil was an old friend who lived some distance from us. He and my wife had struck up a good online friendship, which over time became increasingly flirty and explicit. I knew they had exchanged ‘candid’ photos online, and had probably come close to what could be considered ‘online sex’ – including mutual masturbation.
When Neil was sent by his company to a business event not far from us, he invited both Em and I to have dinner with him at his hotel. I did say to Em that it was obviously the perfect opportunity for him to get into her panties – but she insisted they were just friends, and it was just dinner. Nevertheless, I noticed how carefully she chose her clothes and her underwear for the night out – and how she shaved completely smooth on the afternoon before we met with Neil.
We had a very enjoyable evening – Neil is easy company and the conversation flowed. However, as I was driving, I wasn’t drinking – and as the wine flowed, my wife and Neil began to bring their online flirting into real life – sitting closer and casual touching that became more and more familiar.
When the meal was over, Neil invited us to join him for a drink. Em quickly said that I had to get home as I had something I needed to attend to, but she would love a drink – and I would pick her up later. It was a pretty obvious ploy, and Neil certainly looked like the cat who’d got the cream as he led my wife off to his hotel room.
On the drive home I could barely contain my arousal as I imagined what was happening in that room – would he have discovered yet the sexy underwear she had chosen for the occasion? Would he even then be easing down her panties to reveal her freshly-shaven pussy? Would he be slipping a finger – or two – up between her slippery wet lips? Maybe even now she was kneeling on his bed, her naked ass pointing invitingly towards him.
When I got home, I was in a fever. I badly needed a drink, but knew I couldn’t as I would have to drive back to the hotel to pick Em up. I wandered restlessly around the house, my mind filled with images of my wife’s naked body entwined with that of her friend. How would they be doing it? Was she at this moment taking him in her mouth? Was she astride him – one of her favourite positions? Or was she submissively allowing him to take her doggy – something she very rarely does with me?
It was about two hours, with me obsessively checking my phone every few minutes, before I finally got a text – well after midnight by now. It simply read ‘Will be a bit longer – hope that’s OK. See you later. Love you.’
By this time I had already cum twice, but this immediately made me hard again. How many times had he been inside her so far? Was he watching her as she texted me? Maybe even fondling her bare breasts as she lay naked on his bed, the residue of his cum drying on her shaved mound? Was he actually inside her at this moment, filling her married pussy with his thick meat?
I tried watching TV – choosing a porn channel, and imagining that each scene featured my wife and her well-endowed friend. Going into the bedroom, I saw her discarded clothes from earlier in the day, and visualised her dress and underwear strewn across his hotel room floor. I wondered if their lustful moans were disturbing the guests in the next-door bedroom.
About 2am I got another text: ‘Really tired. I’m going to stay here. Thanks for waiting up, but get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.’
Get some sleep? She had to be joking! I lay naked on the bed, slipping in and out of a shallow doze, my mind filled with images and dreams of my wife’s smooth white flesh being enjoyed in every possible way by another man.
Early the next morning around 6am, I was woken from my doze by the phone pinging: ‘Can you come and pick me up please?’
I quickly dressed and drove the thirty minutes to the hotel, where I saw Em standing outside waiting for me – still dressed in last night’s clothes (but without, I later discovered, her sexy lingerie), and looking tired but satisfied.
It was perhaps the longest night I’ve ever experienced – but we filled many nights after that as she filled me in in great detail all the things I had been imagining! It became a joke – we called it her ‘debrief’, as it was the night she came home without her briefs!
Neil was an old friend who lived some distance from us. He and my wife had struck up a good online friendship, which over time became increasingly flirty and explicit. I knew they had exchanged ‘candid’ photos online, and had probably come close to what could be considered ‘online sex’ – including mutual masturbation.
When Neil was sent by his company to a business event not far from us, he invited both Em and I to have dinner with him at his hotel. I did say to Em that it was obviously the perfect opportunity for him to get into her panties – but she insisted they were just friends, and it was just dinner. Nevertheless, I noticed how carefully she chose her clothes and her underwear for the night out – and how she shaved completely smooth on the afternoon before we met with Neil.
We had a very enjoyable evening – Neil is easy company and the conversation flowed. However, as I was driving, I wasn’t drinking – and as the wine flowed, my wife and Neil began to bring their online flirting into real life – sitting closer and casual touching that became more and more familiar.
When the meal was over, Neil invited us to join him for a drink. Em quickly said that I had to get home as I had something I needed to attend to, but she would love a drink – and I would pick her up later. It was a pretty obvious ploy, and Neil certainly looked like the cat who’d got the cream as he led my wife off to his hotel room.
On the drive home I could barely contain my arousal as I imagined what was happening in that room – would he have discovered yet the sexy underwear she had chosen for the occasion? Would he even then be easing down her panties to reveal her freshly-shaven pussy? Would he be slipping a finger – or two – up between her slippery wet lips? Maybe even now she was kneeling on his bed, her naked ass pointing invitingly towards him.
When I got home, I was in a fever. I badly needed a drink, but knew I couldn’t as I would have to drive back to the hotel to pick Em up. I wandered restlessly around the house, my mind filled with images of my wife’s naked body entwined with that of her friend. How would they be doing it? Was she at this moment taking him in her mouth? Was she astride him – one of her favourite positions? Or was she submissively allowing him to take her doggy – something she very rarely does with me?
It was about two hours, with me obsessively checking my phone every few minutes, before I finally got a text – well after midnight by now. It simply read ‘Will be a bit longer – hope that’s OK. See you later. Love you.’
By this time I had already cum twice, but this immediately made me hard again. How many times had he been inside her so far? Was he watching her as she texted me? Maybe even fondling her bare breasts as she lay naked on his bed, the residue of his cum drying on her shaved mound? Was he actually inside her at this moment, filling her married pussy with his thick meat?
I tried watching TV – choosing a porn channel, and imagining that each scene featured my wife and her well-endowed friend. Going into the bedroom, I saw her discarded clothes from earlier in the day, and visualised her dress and underwear strewn across his hotel room floor. I wondered if their lustful moans were disturbing the guests in the next-door bedroom.
About 2am I got another text: ‘Really tired. I’m going to stay here. Thanks for waiting up, but get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.’
Get some sleep? She had to be joking! I lay naked on the bed, slipping in and out of a shallow doze, my mind filled with images and dreams of my wife’s smooth white flesh being enjoyed in every possible way by another man.
Early the next morning around 6am, I was woken from my doze by the phone pinging: ‘Can you come and pick me up please?’
I quickly dressed and drove the thirty minutes to the hotel, where I saw Em standing outside waiting for me – still dressed in last night’s clothes (but without, I later discovered, her sexy lingerie), and looking tired but satisfied.
It was perhaps the longest night I’ve ever experienced – but we filled many nights after that as she filled me in in great detail all the things I had been imagining! It became a joke – we called it her ‘debrief’, as it was the night she came home without her briefs!
Great recapThere was really only one occasion on which I knew my wife was with another guy at that very moment (and I wasn’t present) – it was both agonising and incredibly arousing.
Neil was an old friend who lived some distance from us. He and my wife had struck up a good online friendship, which over time became increasingly flirty and explicit. I knew they had exchanged ‘candid’ photos online, and had probably come close to what could be considered ‘online sex’ – including mutual masturbation.
When Neil was sent by his company to a business event not far from us, he invited both Em and I to have dinner with him at his hotel. I did say to Em that it was obviously the perfect opportunity for him to get into her panties – but she insisted they were just friends, and it was just dinner. Nevertheless, I noticed how carefully she chose her clothes and her underwear for the night out – and how she shaved completely smooth on the afternoon before we met with Neil.
We had a very enjoyable evening – Neil is easy company and the conversation flowed. However, as I was driving, I wasn’t drinking – and as the wine flowed, my wife and Neil began to bring their online flirting into real life – sitting closer and casual touching that became more and more familiar.
When the meal was over, Neil invited us to join him for a drink. Em quickly said that I had to get home as I had something I needed to attend to, but she would love a drink – and I would pick her up later. It was a pretty obvious ploy, and Neil certainly looked like the cat who’d got the cream as he led my wife off to his hotel room.
On the drive home I could barely contain my arousal as I imagined what was happening in that room – would he have discovered yet the sexy underwear she had chosen for the occasion? Would he even then be easing down her panties to reveal her freshly-shaven pussy? Would he be slipping a finger – or two – up between her slippery wet lips? Maybe even now she was kneeling on his bed, her naked ass pointing invitingly towards him.
When I got home, I was in a fever. I badly needed a drink, but knew I couldn’t as I would have to drive back to the hotel to pick Em up. I wandered restlessly around the house, my mind filled with images of my wife’s naked body entwined with that of her friend. How would they be doing it? Was she at this moment taking him in her mouth? Was she astride him – one of her favourite positions? Or was she submissively allowing him to take her doggy – something she very rarely does with me?
It was about two hours, with me obsessively checking my phone every few minutes, before I finally got a text – well after midnight by now. It simply read ‘Will be a bit longer – hope that’s OK. See you later. Love you.’
By this time I had already cum twice, but this immediately made me hard again. How many times had he been inside her so far? Was he watching her as she texted me? Maybe even fondling her bare breasts as she lay naked on his bed, the residue of his cum drying on her shaved mound? Was he actually inside her at this moment, filling her married pussy with his thick meat?
I tried watching TV – choosing a porn channel, and imagining that each scene featured my wife and her well-endowed friend. Going into the bedroom, I saw her discarded clothes from earlier in the day, and visualised her dress and underwear strewn across his hotel room floor. I wondered if their lustful moans were disturbing the guests in the next-door bedroom.
About 2am I got another text: ‘Really tired. I’m going to stay here. Thanks for waiting up, but get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.’
Get some sleep? She had to be joking! I lay naked on the bed, slipping in and out of a shallow doze, my mind filled with images and dreams of my wife’s smooth white flesh being enjoyed in every possible way by another man.
Early the next morning around 6am, I was woken from my doze by the phone pinging: ‘Can you come and pick me up please?’
I quickly dressed and drove the thirty minutes to the hotel, where I saw Em standing outside waiting for me – still dressed in last night’s clothes (but without, I later discovered, her sexy lingerie), and looking tired but satisfied.
It was perhaps the longest night I’ve ever experienced – but we filled many nights after that as she filled me in in great detail all the things I had been imagining! It became a joke – we called it her ‘debrief’, as it was the night she came home without her briefs!
I dropped her off at her friend's place for a session while I went to the bar. After about 2 hrs she asked me to pick her up.
I don't want to be there. Whether my wife is being fucked whilst she's out or not I wank myself silly thinking about her doing it.
I jerk off the entire time my wife is with another guy. I prefer to watch, but knowing that my wife is out alone in some bar acting like a slut is hot too. There are numerous men in our city who only know my wife as some horny married chick they met in a bar one night and got to fuck.
That's very interesting question. If not with wife and she out alone with other men. My mind wonder and go crazy thinking about how hard and rough she be fucked and I end up masturbating 4-5 times thinking about it .... Even empty I kept jerking to the point it hurt. So now sometimes before leaving my wife started either locking my cock or tied me down in chair and leaves
It always is .... But when she tells me later, sometimes shows (her videos) it's all worth it
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