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Archive for September, 2006

An interesting personal ad

From the seeking-horny-guy-to-fuck-wife-in-front-of-hubby dept.:

Occasionally I browse the personal ads on craigslist to see if there are local guys that “fit the profile” of men Allie and I are looking for to fulfill some of her “hotwife needs.” I found this ad today. This guy definitely sounds like he’d definitely know how to play with us. LOL

Great wife — But want to be a slut too?

OK–you take the kids to soccer practice–shop at Whole Foods–make a nice house and dress from Talbots-church on Sundays—provide excellent Holiday memories—hair is always nicely arranged—you have a classic smile and are a great tennis player. Everything is together but one thing—you crave cock and want to be treated like a slut.

Sure–hubby gets great head when he wants but he has no idea how sometimes you just need to suck swallow and eat cum and be treated like a dirty whore. Suck me you slut–don’t blow me–suck my head. Go deep–gag on it you slut! Open wide—let me see that cum shoot in your mouth.

Truthfully –he can’t treat you the way you want sometimes and still respect you—being a slut is about being used like an object—doing one thing— sucking cock and being used for someone else’s total pleasure.. I don’t care if you feel good—I am not going to try and make you cum. I may tell you to finger yourself while sucking me. I may pinch your nipples to see you groan or whimper. I will cum on your face and pretty blonde hair. Hubby can’t treat you like this—give you what you crave——- but I CAN.

Many women feel like this—its no surprise—sex is different for everyone. Some women like ass play some don’t—some like doggy some like to be on top. There is no such thing as nice girl sex—everyone is different. So just because you went to a nice college and come from a great family and drive the Lexus doesn’t mean you can’t need and want to be a slut once in a while. And guess what—your husband wants to treat a woman like a slut too—just not you—you are his wife.

This is not at all like an affair—it’s a private—very private need you have. Do you have the courage to satisfy it? No love—just lots of cock and cum.

The old cliché—“you would never expect” applies to me and to you. I am a gentleman—I open doors for women—I offer my arm when we are walking—I use proper English and I don’t swear. I am very well educated –a native Bostonian and have a wide circle of dear friends. I am divorced and I do not treat my dates and girl friends like whores and sluts. But I know I like it once in a while and I know some of you do too. So—there is a mutual need.

I can keep a secret—you should be able to as well. This activity is between you and me-I am not telling the boys—you don’t whisper a word to your girlfriends.

I am posting so you can reply. I know you are not a slut—just sometimes you like to be treated like one. I know it is hard to find someone you trust to role play this with. I am giving you the chance—live your slut fantasy.

I think I’ll contact this gentleman to see how comfortable he’d be doing all those things, but in front of a husband. Hmmmm. I’ll post what I find out later.

Raven: Wedding night cuckold

From the best-wedding-reception-ever dept.:

Anyone that knows me, knows I’m a total sucker for wedding night sex stories and photos. Especially if the bride is a hotwife, and particularly if she’s getting reamed by someone other than her groom.

Gothy hotwife Raven and her hubby at sexycouple.com have staged a great wedding night cuckold photoset that’s definitely worth a look. You should see how much black meat she can cram into her pussy. Amazing!

Here’s a tease:

Interesting interracial cartoons: JohnPersons.com

From the makes-me-uncomfortable-but-I-like-it-anyway dept.:

I’ve seen this kind of cartoon circulating on cuckold and interracial sex message boards in the past, but I found a pretty hot collection of them today that I think is worth checking out. That is, if you’re into the fantasy of hot white wives getting masterfully fucked in front of their husbands by impossibly large black men.

If you’re like me and into that kind of thing, then you might want to check out the cartoons at JohnPersons.com. They’re nasty, crude and distasteful. And pretty cool too!

You have new Picture Mail!

From the have-you-seen-me-lately dept.:

  • Click here to see more of Allie’s camera phone photos.
  • Update: Allie playing at home

    Here’s a short update to my previous post. While I was getting ready to leave the office to head home this evening, Allie sent me a few choice text pages.

    06:10 pm:  forget something?
    
    06:16 pm:  think you're pretty sneaky huh?

    News alert: Allie playing at home

    I came home from work today for a quick, unannounced lunch break. I only had about thirty minutes before I needed to be back at work for a series of meetings. I walked in the house and immediately could tell that something was slightly amiss. You know the feeling that something is different, but you can’t quite put your finger on it?

    Allie was nowhere to be seen downstairs, but I knew she was home (her car was in the driveway). I thought I’d take a quick look upstairs to see what she was up to before heading to the kitchen to make a sandwich.

    Halfway up the steps, the suspicion I’d had for a few weeks now was confirmed. I could hear Allie’s erotic panting in the bedroom and I knew it wasn’t a vibrator she was playing with. She had a visitor, in our bed even!

    The bedroom door was slightly cracked open. I tiptoed as quietly as I could to get a view of the action, without giving away my presence.

    Allie was flat on her back with her legs almost straight up in the air, draped over her boyfriend’s shoulders. He was slamming his cock into her, grunting with each and every thrust. His hands were around her thighs, and he pulled her into him on each stroke.

    His back was to me. I could see his heavy nuts slapping against her raised ass. Sweat was dripping down both of them, and the smell of sex was in the air–even in the doorway where I stood.

    Allie started clawing at the sheets on the bed–she was cumming! I wondered how many times had she gotten off already? I glanced at the floor–there were two used condom wrappers at the foot of the bed. So, he’s been in her at least twice, I thought.

    I knew I couldn’t stand in the doorway for long, or stay in the house at all for that matter, without getting caught. So, I backtracked as softly as I could back down the stairs, out of the house and back into my car. I hightailed it out of there, to let Allie have her secret fun in private.

    Pulling into the parking garage at work, I immediately realized that I left my backpack in the entryway at home. She’ll know that I was there–because she distinctly saw me leave with it on my way to work this morning.

    More updates later when I get home.

    A little text messaging

    Allie and I text page each other a lot. It’s amazing how much can be said in such a short, succinct message. Here are the text messages I received from Allie last night while she was out on a date with a new man. We decided that this would be a great way to keep me updated on their “progress” since I wasn’t there.

    08:21 pm:  dinner was good. cute.
    we're going to check out a club
    
    08:32 pm:  in traffic following him
    
    09:47 pm:  he's not the best dancer. cute though.
    
    10:09 pm:  mind if I make out with him? LOL
    
    10:41 pm:  we're going back to his place.
    
    10:55 pm:  standing at valet parking
    
    11:01 pm:  maybe you shouldnt wait up.  ;)
    you can if you want.
    
    11:59 pm:  hes fucking me
    
    12:17 am:  he's big
    
    01:31 am:  hes in me again. more doggie style
    
    02:45 am:  still up? on way home. cu in a minit
    
    02:48 am:  got a surprise for you ;)

    Perfect Wife – Quotes

    Here’s a collection of some great quotes I found while surfing this evening:

    Perfect Wife

    “Wanna go to a bar and watch me pick up guys?”

    “Will you play with my tits while I blow this guy?”

    “When can we go back to that place with the gloryholes?”

    “Why do guys like to gang bang me and come on my face?”

    “How many black guys are coming over to fuck me in the ass tonight?”

    Can you think of any others? Post them in the comments!

    “Don’t get around much anymore…”

    Okay, okay, okay…here’s the obligatory blog post about why I haven’t written much (or anything) here lately.

    Allie and I have been incredibly busy the past few months. The spring, then summer, came and went very, very fast. I came down with a little blog apathy. I think I’ve finally shook it. I’m sorry, and I pledge to do better. This blog has been around for a while, and I don’t want it to go away. So, I’m back on the case!

    I just posted a recap of a particularly hot encounter that we had last night with one of Allie’s boyfriends. I’ll be posting more very soon…and photos too!

    And before too long, we’ll have another online chat. Please stay tuned. We’ll pick a date sometime soon and I’ll let you know.

    Please let me know what you’d like to hear about here. Someone give me a topic! LOL

    Thanks for hanging in there with me.

    –D.

    What I overheard last night on the baby monitor

    Last night, we shipped our kid off to a babysitter for a much-needed break, and decided to have some rare fun at our house.

    Because where it’s placed, the baby monitor we have is pretty sensitive and will pick up just about anything that’s said on the 2nd floor of our place. Allie has a boyfriend that had never been over to our house, but we’ve played with on many occasions. When he finally came over for a visit last night, Allie gave him the grand tour. While she was showing him around upstairs, I was in the kitchen and the monitor speaker happened to be on. I could hear their small talk up there fairly clearly.

    Out of the blue, their conversation stopped and the speaker fell quiet. Curious, I strained to hear anything, but could only make out a few faint rustles. Were they on their way back downstairs and I missed something?

    I turned the monitor up almost as loud as it would go, and I could hear the distinct throaty slurping sounds of Allie giving head. I wasn’t shocked–well, maybe a little. I was surprised the festivities started so quickly.

    He must have gotten bored with the tour’s small talk and decided to present my wife with some discreet dick. I was frozen in my tracks, listening to Allie suck his cock. I was beginning to figure out that she was trying to get him off fast, so as to not make me wonder what was keeping them.

    As I listened, I could just imagine Allie on her knees upstairs; her head bobbing up and down on his cock, pulling her cheeks inward and outward with the force and speed of her suction. Finally, I heard him whisper, “Are you ready to swallow?”

    Swallow?! She’d never swallowed his cum before! And she almost never swallows anyone’s cum but mine, and then only rarely. But here he was asking her to take his load. I was rock hard in preparation of her answer, and rubbing my cock through my pants.

    After a long, drawn out moment, I heard her softly murmur, “Mm-hmmm.” She was saying yes! I could picture her looking up into his eyes, her mouth wrapped all around him at the root of his dick, and nodding her quiet permission for him to unload his cum.

    Her lover started to pant and I knew he was beginning to climax. I imagined Allie’s mouth hanging off the end of his cock, while he shot bursts of white cum into the back of her throat. “Get it…get…it…all,” he whispered. From Allie, all I could make out were barely audible, yet satisfied, gulps.

    I turned the monitor back down and went back to the living room to await their return from the tour. Allie followed him down the steps, nonchalantly wiping the corners of her mouth with the inside of her wrist. I pretended not to suspect or notice anything.

    Her lover sat across from me on the couch, and Allie excused herself to the kitchen to refill her drink. I got up and joined her in there.

    As she refilled her wine glass at the kitchen counter, I moved in behind her and pressed my hard cock against her ass, through her dress. “So, you’re swallowing for him now?” I whispered into her ear.

    She turned around and batted her eyes to me. Then her lips met mine and she kissed me deeply. I could taste him on her lips and tongue, and she knew it. Finally, her lips broke our kiss and she looked into my eyes.

    “Yes,” she replied.