Hot Wife Allie

Sometimes when I go some place relatively boring, like the grocery store, I walk around thinking, “Nobody would guess that my husband watches me suck other men’s dicks.” It gives me this little tingle of excitement. And apparently I unknowingly smile when I’m thinking thoughts like this. It just so happens that I was thinking a thought similar to the one above while I was recently standing in line at Starbucks. I was just getting my normal Wednesday afternoon caramel frappuccino. I was remembering the mandingo party –the look on Jeff’s face when one of the guys came on my tits – probably smiling like a drunk monkey. A guy who was waiting for his latte happened to be facing my direction, and thought I was smiling at him. You know when that happens? You’re drifting into dirty la-la land, and someone thinks you’re picking up on them.

Well, it turns out that if I hadn’t have been in la-la land, I probably would have been flirting with him. I reached into my purse for my lip-gloss, slowly slid the cap off and proceeded to apply it while pouting my lips. My eyes looked away from him, so it wouldn’t be too obvious that I was doing it just for him. Then, I took my cell phone out to “check the time,” and slid it back into my most-used purse substitute: my cleavage. I was wearing a gray velour jogging suit with the zipper pulled down just enough that you could see about 2 inches of cleavage. To tell you the truth, I put all kinds of things in my cleavage (ask any woman with big tits whether she does this, and I guarantee the answer is yes!). The phone disappeared: such a satisfying feeling.

My order was up and I was back in the mini-van before the guy worked up the nerve to talk to me. I have to admit I was wondering if he had a big, fat penis like those young black guys at the party, and what his dick would look like dipped in my frapaccino. I wondered whether I’d given him a hard-on with my lipstick-disappearing phone trick. I wondered if he
had a girlfriend or a wife who he’d be fucking as he thought of me later that night. It drives me nuts thinking about how many cocks there are out there that I’ll never get to taste or bounce on or even sneak a peek at.

Sara :: Dec.23.2007 :: Hot Wives, Sara :: 1 Comment »

I managed to steal a moment away from all the Christmas buzz to finish telling you my yummy little mandingo story. In the last episode of my’s naughty chronicles :), I was telling you how a nice big black cock was about to slide into my mouth. What I forgot to mention was that it had to have been at least 9 inches long. It was really girthy, and I loved that it wasn’t circumcised (I dunno, the foreskin makes me feel like it’s more animalistic or something). Once I started blowing him, he led me by the waist from the arm of the sofa to the cushion. Then, he straddled me. I took him by the base of his cock, pulled it out of my mouth and said, “Fuck my face.” I have to admit, I love the look on a man’s face when I tell him that! He happily obliged and before long my dress was bunched around my waist and I was listening to the sound of him fingering my wet pussy while his dick was down my throat (I lost my gag reflex about 2 years ago… it’s true what they say about practice).

Before long, there was an audience: two older white men and 3 black guys, all of them younger. The black guys were masturbating. One of the black guys with a shaved head came and sat down next to me on the sofa. I don’t know what it is, but I find that almost every black guy I’ve ever fucked goes straight for my tits. He pulled my dress down and scooped my boobs out of my corset. I still feel turned on every time I see my nipples. Breastfeeding the babies really made them big and fat. Within a couple of seconds, that tit was in his mouth and he was sucking hard. I reached for his equally big dick with my free hand and it didn’t take long for him to cum.

I’m not sure how many men sucked me and fucked me that night, but I know I had a go with 1 of the white husbands and at least 3 of the black guys. My favorite part of the night was when Jeff managed to get his dick in me while he watched one guy in my mouth and another set of guys sucking my tits and rubbing my clit. Jeff knows exactly what I need to cum really, really hard. And his dick wasn’t as long as the other guys’ so he hit my g-spot pretty easily. He slid my legs up over his shoulders and I felt his head against my G. One of the guys who had been fingering my clit moved his fingers over to my ass hole (and this drives me craaazy in the best way!). He was just wiggling it around my asshole, but the whole scene – one big black horse cock in my mouth, two sets of full lips wrapped around my nipples, fingers on my asshole, Jeff’s cock in me and an audience – made me have one of the
biggest cums of my lifetime.

Whew.. my pussy is throbbing. I’m going to have to go and take care of it ;)

xoxox,

–S

Sara :: Dec.20.2007 :: Cuckolds, Hot Wives, Interracial, Sara, Wife Sharing :: 3 Comments »

As promised… a story from the weekend. As Saturday (the night of the Mandingo party) was approaching, it looked like Jeff and I weren’t going to be able to go. The babysitter had plans for Saturday night and even though I begged, she wasn’t budging. I was sulking all Friday and even Saturday morning. I know- so bratty! But, there wasn’t going to be another one for quite a while. I couldn’t miss this one.

Saturday afternoon, around 3, I get a call from Pam (our babysitter) and she says that her sister’s visiting from college and could take care of the kids. I squealed after I hung up and started ransacking the closet for the sexiest, sluttiest, most low-cut thing I could find. After an ungodly long time, I wasn’t satisfied with anything. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands (tee hee). I cut slits across the top half of a green dress (so it looked sort of like Edward Scissorhands had run his hands across the top of my dress) and I put a black corset on underneath the dress, cinched really, really tight. My tits were popping out of the top and my waist was pulled in so tight that my ass looked even juicier than it usually does. Because of the slits, you could see almost every inch of my chest, but the scraps of material left over made it so tantalizing. I slid on my black fishnets and some black thigh-high boots. I even dug into the depths of my naughty make-up stash and found fire engine red lipstick.

Jeff and I jumped into the mini-van and headed over. We got there too early. The party organizer (let’s say his name was Murray), Jeff and I were the only ones there for the first hour. Murray was about 45 with really amazing, built arms and shoulders. He was wearing a robe and I thought I could make out the proportions of a thick, long cock. I was flirting pretty shamelessly with him. At around 11 a bunch of people began trickling into the house. Things were going more slowly than I’d hoped and it wasn’t until after about two glasses of wine and too much small talk that one of the mandingos got undressed. There were about 7 black guys there and about 4 white couples. The guy who got undressed first was my favorite. He had really tight braids, light green eyes and was wearing aviator sunglasses (yumm… I love my men cocky!). I was talking to another couple, but when his boxers came down, his dick was like a tractor beam! I left the conversation without a graceful bow-out or anything. I walked over to where he was and sat down on the sofa arm right next to him. I had even done my sexy walk over to him, but once he started scanning my body with his eyes, I got a crazy flush of embarrassment, and so all I did was sit there. Thankfully, he knew what was going on and asked me if this was my first time at a party like this. When I said yes, he offered to show me the ropes. “Here, why don’t I show you my rope first.” I didn’t even have the time to register how cheesy that line was when he had my hand in his and was guiding it to his uncut semi-erection. He kept his hand over mine and showed me how he liked it stroked. “You’re probably not used to stroking a real big dick like mine.” He looked over at Jeff, who was watching. I looked over at Jeff and licked my lips. Sometimes, when I want to be really naughty, I pretend I’m a porn star with the camera rolling. I can do anything when I feel like I’m a porn star. I switched into p.s. mode, and keeping my eyes on my hubby’s, I reached forward and brought the guy’s dark head to my mouth and outlined my lips with it. It was oozing plenty of pre-cum so it slid around smoothly. Jeff mouthed “slut.” My favorite word!

Eek! I need to run. Time to make some din-din. More later… I promise.

:x,
–S

Sara :: Dec.13.2007 :: Cuckolds, Group Sex & Orgies, Hot Wives, Interracial, Sara, Wife Sharing :: 3 Comments »

I’m not sure if my intro post inspired Jeff (I read it to him after I wrote it, and we had a hot oral sex session, reliving the details of my post), but today I got an e-mail from him at around noon. The subject line said, “naughty Sara.” When I opened it there was a huge picture of a woman who looked a little like me, on her knees in the center of a ring of cocks. She was wearing this teensy weensy bikini. The top was pulled to the sides of her boobs and the bottoms barely held her in. She was smiling with her lipstick smeared all over her mouth. She had one cock in each of her hands and a couple of the guys had their hands on her big, exposed tits. She had these big, juicy nipples and the sight of those was the first thing that made my clit hard.

I called his office, intending to tell him a dirty story in real time, but his voicemail picked up. So, I left a message saying, “Listen to what your naughty e-mail did to me, baby.” I brought the phone down to my pussy and wiggled my finger right around my hole so he could hear my wetness. Then I brought the phone back to my face and said how much I wished he could see me suck all those cocks while he stroked his own. I stopped and finished with a little kissy noise and a bye-bye.

What he doesn’t know is that my post sort of inspired me to do something a little dirty too. I googled something I had read about in a men’s magazine a few months ago called “Mandingo” parties: white couples go to these private parties and black men are invited to fuck the white men’s wives. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten to look that up! Along with some polemics, I amazingly found the number for a guy who throws them. I got his voicemail (doesn’t anyone pick up their phone anymore?!), and left my e-mail address and cell number. A couple of hours later, I got an e-mail from the guy telling me they have parties in our area and that we are welcome to attend. He gave me dates, times and contact info. There’s a party this Saturday, and I think I’m going to surprise Jeff with a special invitation. Maybe if we’re lucky you’ll have a juicy story in my next post! ;)

Yours in naughtiness,

–S.

Sara :: Dec.07.2007 :: Hot Wives, Interracial, Sara :: 5 Comments »

Hi! My name is Sara. When David offered chance to write about my sex adventures, I couldn’t resist (I just love sharing secrets)! So, here I am. I’m going to try hard to get at least a couple of posts up every week. There’s so much to tell, and it’ll get juicier as we get to know each other better ;)

I guess we should start with a little history. There are a few important things about me I think anyone who’s reading about my sex life needs to know. First, I love, love, love (!) my breasts. I developed quickly in elementary school and have long been obsessed with how much attention they get me. So, you’ll hear a lot of details about my 44DDs. Second, I’m a little kinkier than your average girl. Sex has always been naughty and my sex drive is high. And last, I’m not your typical hotwife. In every story I’ve heard, the wife was introduced to the concept by her hubby. I’ve always known that I love cock and have always fantasized about having what I used to call an “open” relationship. I guess I got really comfortable with my fantasies back when I was a phone sex operator for about a year during college (probably where my love of dirty talk comes from too).

I wasn’t sure how Jeff (my husband) would feel about my desires, so I didn’t bring it up and we were monogamous up until I had our first baby. All of a sudden, my sexuality went nuts. I had heard from friends that having a baby was marriage-bed-death, that I’d be tired, cranky and anything but horny. But, oh my god, they were wrong. I found that everything made me horny – my bigger boobs (my tits were huger than they ever had been and my nipples were so sensitive that a brush on the bath towel sent me into raging orgasms), the mail man, the bagger at the grocery store, even bending over to make the bed reminded me of having sex. Whenever Jeff was home (and the baby was sleeping) we were fucking, and whenever he wasn’t home I was fantasizing about raunchy sex.

For Valentine’s Day that year I wrapped a copy of a dirty movie with a crazy title like “Gang Bangers from the Planet Squirt part 4” or something, and slipped it into his bag before he went to work. At that point I had been spending all my days breast feeding and thinking about fucking the mailman (a black guy who couldn’t have been older than 25; he had become a major player in my masturbation sessions). Even at the porn store where I picked up the movie, it took all I had not to ask the pimply clerk, who had been staring pretty blatantly at my cleavage, into the arcade with me.

When Jeff got home that night, I was sitting in the living room. He set his coat down, walked over to me, slid my short skirt up and started eating my pussy. I was a little (pleasantly!) surprised, but then I remembered: he probably watched the movie in his office. “God, watching those sluts get fucked by those big juicy cocks really made you horny, didn’t it? (yes, I actually said that or something really close to that!)” He nodded, his face still buried in my cunt. He was moaning and squeezing my ass. I asked him if he liked the taste of my pussy and he nodded again. Then, I said something that shocked even me: “Wouldn’t it taste even better if you were eating another man’s cum out of it?” This time he didn’t nod; he stuffed his nose into my clit and fucked me with his tongue until I came all over it.

We spent the rest of that night inventorying who among his friends I might be allowed to sleep with.

Now you have the background story. The nights leading up to the very first time I slept with someone else were exciting for me and Jeff. When we actually went through with it for the first time, it was a little anti-climactic, a little awkward and we didn’t try it again for another three or four months.

It’s been almost six years since we started in the “lifestyle.” And it just gets yummier and yummier.

Sara :: Dec.05.2007 :: Hot Wives, Sara :: 4 Comments »

I’m happy to introduce Sara, a new voice here on the blog. Sara is a hot wife living in San Francisco, with her loving hubby Jeff. She will be checking in from time to time to relate some of her thoughts about the lifestyle, as well as recap some of her adventures in the city by the bay.

I don’t want to spoil Sara’s own introduction, but I can tell you that she is a sexy BBW hot wife, in her late thirties. She has a very suburban, upper-middle class lifestyle, as a stay-at-home mom with a minivan. She’s a very busty (at least 44DD) redhead, five foot seven inches tall, with green eyes, big hips, and a nice ample heart-shaped ass.

I can also tell you that some of her fetishes and interests include: group sex, big black cock, cum, anal and teasing her hubby, who is just starting to come to grips with being a cuckold.

David :: Dec.02.2007 :: Hot Wives, Sara, Wife Sharing :: 5 Comments »