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Photos: Allie giving afterwork head

I just thought I’d share a few quick snapshots of Allie giving me a quick blowjob after I got home from work the other day, before she went out for the evening with her FWB. I wasn’t allowed to cum, of course, until later that night.

The Friend With Benefits – An Introduction

So, if you’ve been following me on Twitter, you’ve probably figured out that my wife Allie has a new Friend With Benefits (hereafter just the FWB) that she’s been fucking since the first part of February. 

I thought I’d write a a short introduction to him and describe a typical encounter between the three of us. 

I wouldn’t say it’s a serious girlfriend/boyfriend kind of relationship–but they do spend a lot of time together, both in and out of our bedroom. 

The FWB is a nice guy, and I like hanging out with him. The three of us end up doing a lot of stuff together. Which is cool. But the dynamic is atypical and there’s a tension. Not a bad tension, but it’s there. 

He and I have an understanding that he’s in charge of the bedroom with her for now. And I’m growing okay with that. Allie and I are working hard to keep our personal communication constant so that there aren’t any hurt feelings between her and I–and sometimes they’re have been, but we work on that constantly. 

Any given week it varies how often the FWB comes over, but if I had to guess, I’d estimate that it averages about four nights out of seven. Sometimes more, rarely less. Allie might pay a visit to his house once or twice a month or so–but our place is just easier and more comfortable for them to hook up in.

The FWB is slightly younger than she is. She’s 38. He’s almost 30. He’s in decent physical shape–not great, but not bad either. And he has a lot of tattoos, which she really likes a lot. 

Oh yeah. I forgot to mention one very important detail. He has a huge, nine-inch cock. It’s just ridiculously big. 

I’m not joking. It’s a magnificent specimen. Allie says that it’s not just long, but thick. And heavy. She claims that she’s never encountered a cock before that had such heft–where it feels heavy in her hand. She has told me that when she holds it up over his stomach when he’s laying down and drops it, it makes a solid thud. 

She is, to use her word, “addicted” to his cock and what it does to her.

And what does it do to her?

Well, I’ve only been able to witness them having sex personally a few times with my own eyes. Once in person, once from a far from the hallway, and once on a private video stream from a webcam I set up in our bedroom. So, I can’t say for sure from what I’ve seen. 

Let me instead describe what I’ve heard. 

I’ve heard Allie make more guttural moans and cries from being fucked by her FWB than I’ve ever been able to make her do. I’ve never once been able to elicit the kinds of reactions from her that he has. 

I have made my wife cum countless times. I’ve never once made her cum like he has. Not. Once. 

She screams. She moans. She yells. She thrashes. She claws at the bed. It is scary and intense to listen to her. 

And it’s both wonderful and abjectly humiliating to me. I get so insanely jealous of the reaction he is able to get, and how much she is addicted to his cock. 

They started fucking bareback from the very first encounter they had, because the condom that she had in her purse likely wasn’t going to fit. Plus, I think she wanted to feel him bare inside her pussy. And she knew that I would want to experience his sloppy seconds later after she returned. Which I did. And was instantly hooked. 

Almost always after Allie has sex with the FWB, they cuddle and talk for a few minutes then she shows him the door. Occasionally he’ll spend the night, but it’s very rare. After they kiss goodnight, she typically finds me washing on the couch in the living room waiting for her. Usually, I’m rock hard, turned on from listening to her get drilled upstairs in our bed. 

Allie almost always does the same thing: she’ll open up her robe and let it drop to the floor. Then she’ll come over to where I’m laying and without much small talk or introduction, climb on top of me to straddle my head so that she can dump his cum all over my face and into my mouth. 

Honestly, I can’t tell you how many creampies from my wife’s pussy I’ve experienced in the past six months from the FWB. I’ve just lost count. 50? 60? 80? Have no idea. But every time, without complaint, I’ve swallowed up every drop, and tongued her used pussy clean as best as I could. I’ll write more about Allie’s creampies some other time soon. 

After I lick her clean, she will usually climb on top of my cock and let me inside her. Or she’ll lay back and spread her legs for me. 

And here’s the thing. Well, two things. 

First, no matter how well I think I can lap up a creampie with my tongue, it still coats the inside of her pussy completely. So, her insides are just amazingly slick–much more so if she was just wet and gushing. 

And second, after months of fucking her with his massive thick cock, the FWB has just ruined Allie’s pussy. I mean it’s rearranged. Completely stretched out, especially in the hour or two after they’ve been together. Allie just gets opened up. 

So what does that mean? More humiliation for me. Because I can’t have that effect on her, no matter what. I’m just not equipped for it. And I don’t have a small cock–but there’s just no comparison to his. 

So combine her cum-coated pussy with being completely gaped open by his enormous tool, and it makes for a completely alien sensation. It just feels otherworldly. In a good way! 

But there’s no chance that I can last long under those conditions. Not after listening to her cum again and again and again upstairs, screaming and carrying on. Not after licking and lapping his cum out of my panting wife and getting the mindfuck of becoming more and more submissive to him because of it. And not after experiencing how he obliterates her pussy night after night after night. 

I usually cum in minutes. 

And Allie is happy about that. 

She loves that I’m mindfucked by the experience, humiliated and put in my place by his bedroom superiority. 

She loves the exasperated smile on my face. 

And frankly, she’s usually too exhausted by him to be able to go on much longer each night.

A few photos of my hot wife Allie before she out with her FWB…

A few photos of my hot wife Allie before she out with her FWB this evening. No panties tonight. #cuckold

Fun with markers

Here’s what happened when Allie and her boyfriend (“D”) decided to fool around with a Sharpie last night.


He decided to tag her ass as his property. More on this later, I think.

Rod and Karen’s story

Rod, one of our readers and devoted husband, writes:

I am the loving, adoring husband of my unfaithful wife Karen.

Here’s my story. When I was dating Karen, I was extremely jealous. I’d obsess over the possibility she was attracted to other guys and I’d try to manipulate things to keep her from being around potential rivals. She really hated it when I jealous, but I couldn’t help it.

When I got married, my wife revealed to me that she’d cheated during our courtship. She had deliberately defied my jealousy. What’s more, she also revealed that the guys she went with were super attractive and great lovers and she had extremely intense orgasms. When she told me this, I became nauseated and almost vomited. Over the next few months, I contemplated divorcing her as I went through feelings of anger, jealousy, deep hurt, confusion, and depression. Karen assured me that she would not cheat during our marriage, so even though I wasn’t sure our relationship could ever recover, I stayed with her and kept trying to understand.

One day when we were talking about it, Karen said something that struck me odd. She said that I should try even harder to be a good husband if another man threatened our marriage. I was shocked. I told her the opposite was true, and I was horrified at the thought that she might think she could get away with cheating, and having me try harder than ever to be a good husband. That, I thought, would be the ultimate humiliation.

Over time, Karen’s statement stayed with me. As much as it humiliated me and I wanted to dismiss it and contradict it, it resonated with something deep inside me. Then something else happened that I shocked me even more. I started having dreams in which I cooperated with her while she visited and had sex with other men. I was humiliated that some part of my mind was accepting Karen’s potential infidelity. But, … over time these dreams became more and more appealing and exciting. And Karen’s statement about me trying harder to be a good husband kept getting more and more appealing. This was all a tremendous relief to me. Feeling constant jealousy is stressful and miserable. Being turned on feels much better!

After months of struggling with these feelings, I finally admitted it to Karen. She was surprised and intrigued, not angry. However, she knew how jealous I was and didn’t trust me to really be able to handle such an arrangement in reality. For the next few years, it just remained a fantasy that we’d talk about occasionally.

One day, Karen told me she’d been super horny lately. It occurred to me that perhaps it was another man that was getting to her. I responded as calmly and naturally as I could, asking her who she was thinking about. Karen paused for a moment. I knew she was debating whether to risk being open with me. Then she admitted that she was attracted to many men and had been fantasizing more and more about sleeping with them.

In the years before, Karen and I had both gotten adjusted to the idea and now the time was right. I was sure I was ready to be cuckolded and Karen now trusted me. Karen and I sat together discussing it, with lots of kissing and hugging. We agreed that I would remain faithful but she was free to pursue any sexual relationship she wished. We discussed what would probably be the best situations for her, but I gave up all control. It was completely up to her and whatever lucky man she seduced to determine what she would do.

This completely reinvigorated our marriage. I felt no jealousy, only love and excitement.

Karen went on frequent business trips. The next time she traveled, she met a man at a beach resort. She told me they walked along the beach holding hands and they kissed on the beach. It was now becoming real and I was put to the test. When she told me, I felt only love for her. I loved knowing another man’s lips had been on my wife’s lips. In fact, I was actually disappointed it hadn’t gone further.

The next time she traveled, Karen met a man she found irresistible. They ended up back in her hotel room. She wasn’t sure she’d sleep with him, but he charmed her. They started making out and she stroked the bulge in his pants and then took his cock out. They went mad for each other. She got so hot she thought she might faint. He fucked her to several intense orgasms.

When I heard what happened, I was intensely turned on and I was even more in love with Karen than ever before. I started trying to be the best husband on Earth and loving it. What I’d once thought would be hell was now heaven.

I began eagerly encouraging Karen to get a boyfriend in our home town. I loved the idea of a more immediate “threat” and I wanted her to have sex outside the marriage more frequently. In fact, I wanted her to find a big, strong, virile man with a big cock who would fuck her silly and who’d be able to put me in my place if I complained! Within a few months, Karen started dating in our home town. Soon she had a lover who was just such a man as I fantasized, a big macho guy named Wade who could fuck her into ecstasy. Wade fucks Karen several times a week. Nothing makes me hotter than the thought of Karen’s pussy stretching around Wade’s big cock.

I’m not happy with how it started, but I’m very happy with how it ended. The amazing thing is, just like you said, cuckolds often make the happiest, most loving husbands. Karen loves being pursued by men and loves feeling desirable and sexy, but she also has a loving husband at the same time. If it were up to me, this would become a normal part of marriage. I think many, many couples would be happy if the wife were free to date other men. I think once men are made to accept it, they’ll treat their wives like queens.

Thanks for sharing your story, Rod! That’s amazing, and I couldn’t agree more.

Love, love, love this picture

Found this photo today at My Secret Perv. Very hot. Can’t take my eyes off it. Love the idea of a cuckold being directed by his hot wife to place her lover’s cock in to her. Drives me wild. Your thoughts?

Found this photo

I can’t get this photo out of my head. Enjoy!

How we spent New Year’s Eve this year…

I’m sorry it’s taken so long to tell you all about how Allie and I spent our New Year’s Eve this year. A lot of you have posted blog comments requesting an update, posted a message to us on Twitter or you’ve sent us an email directly wanting to hear the scoop about what happened. It’s just taken me a little while to get my head around everything that happened.

We started New Year’s Eve without any plans really. We thought we might head out to dinner someplace or catch a movie. We had arrangements for an overnight babysitter for our kids, but it didn’t look like we were really going to need it. Allie went out during the afternoon to do some shopping and we swapped some text messages back and forth to try to figure out what we wanted to do with our evening.

I suggested that we could go to a swing club out of town that was planning a New Year’s Eve party. The only problem with that idea is that it’d been forever since we had been to a swing club, and we weren’t sure about going there on one of their biggest nights of the year. Plus as much as we’d love to go, the drive there and back was going to be long, and we didn’t want to face a long drive back home late at night with all the drunks out on the road possibly. So, we shelved that idea. Finally, we decided on just treating ourselves to a nice steak dinner and then coming home to watch the ball drop in Times Square on television.

At the same time that I was chatting with Allie via text message about our lack of New Year’s plans, I was instant messaging with my friend John, a long-time fan of the website, about his lack of plans too. I thought maybe we could pay John a visit after dinner, if he was okay with it. He said he needed some time to clean up his place and get his act together. I told him that there was no hurry, since we didn’t have dinner reservations until 8:45 p.m. anyway. Allie had never met John in person, but I had a hunch that they would hit it off.

I quickly texted Allie the idea of joining our friend at his place after dinner. We would bring the champagne and ring in the New Year with our friend in person finally. Allie knew right away what I was getting at, and wanted me to send her photos of John to her iPhone so that she could have a look at him. She gave her approval and I texted John to let him know we would see him at his place after we left the restaurant.

Dinner was awesome. We both had great steaks with all the trimmings and several cocktails each. The service was wonderful. If our evening ended right then, we would have had an awesome New Year’s Eve. I wasn’t prepared for just how awesome things were going to quickly get. After dinner, we got in the car and headed over to John’s address.

We got to his place around 11:15 p.m. John was a very pleasant host. After some small talk and getting to know you conversation, I suggested we open the champagne and we all had a toast. Then we all settled down on his couch, Allie in the middle, to watch the countdown from Times Square on his big screen TV.

After a few minutes of the three of us sipping champagne in the dim light of the television, I suggested that the two of them should get more comfortable and more acquainted. Allie needed no more persuasion than that, and reached over to undo John’s belt and unzipped his pants. I heard Allie gasp under her breath as she took out John’s cock. I leaned forward so I could get a peek. His cock was enormous.

Since he was a little nervous he was only semi-hard, but he was still easily 50% bigger than mine in length and girth. I could sense that Allie was thrilled. She dipped her head down and took the head of his cock into her mouth. I watched her bob her head up and down on him and heard her slurping his dick as she went to work on him. John put his hand on the back of her neck and held her head so he could grow harder in her mouth. I took out my dick and started to stroke while watching the two of them.

Allie came up for air and looked at me. I asked, “Does he have a big cock?” She replied, “Yes. Much bigger than yours.” Then she looked at John and said, “See what I have to work with?” John looked at me jerking my dick and I don’t think he was expecting to say anything particularly cruel or humiliating on our first meeting. I turned bright red.

My life leaned back on the couch and pulled her large breasts out from under her sweater, inviting John to caress and suck them. She warned playfully that she was still lactating. I watched as he lifted and sucked her tits in front of me. Allie tugged on one of her nipples and tiny droplets of milk squirted out. John was happy to play with her tits that up until now he’d only stared at on the internet. His cock was rock hard and she laid over his lap to resume sucking him.

The way Allie was positioned on the couch, with her sitting between us, I couldn’t get a good view of her blowing him. So, I stood up and knelt on the floor in front of them, and I had a perfect front row seat of the action. Allie was sucking her new friend, her eyes rolling back in her head as he occasionally thrusted his hips up, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. I pulled on my own cock while she blew him.

Allie pulled me closer to her while she sucked. She took turns between passionately kissing me and sucking the head of his cock back into her mouth. I was only inches away from her face. She asked, “What do you think? Think I could use some help with this?” I whispered, “I dunno.” Allie said, “Well? Ask him if it’s okay for you to help.”

I raised up and asked John if it was okay if I helped Allie with his cock–still not entirely sure what I was getting myself into. John simply said, “Sure.”

I knelt back down by Allie’s face. John was thrusting upward into her lips. Finally, his cock plopped out of her mouth, and Allie brushed it against my lips. “Do it. Suck his cock,” she said. I took him into my mouth and Allie watched me suck him for the first time. After a few seconds, she dipped down and licked the shaft of his cock while I sucked the head. Then our lips met and we sucked him back and forth into each others’ mouths.

Behind me, I could hear the countdown in Times Square reach its climax, while Allie and I serviced her new lover, both of us kneeling between his legs. I kissed my wife around John’s cock at the stroke of midnight, and she put him back in my mouth. Allie watched his balls begin to tense up. Finally, a few moments into 2010r, Allie took his cock back and accepted his huge load of cum into her throat, swallowing every drop. Then she kissed me and I could taste the bittersweet taste of John’s load still coated on her tongue.

It was an awesome start to the New Year.

Really got me thinking…

Last night, after thinking about yesterday’s “sissy cuckold” blog post some more, I posed a question to my cuckold twitterverse:

Well if I *was* a sissy cuckold, what should I be doing right about now?

To which my friend Karl (@yek69) replied:

@hotwives as a sissy cuck, you should be helping a big stud fill your hotwife

Which got me thinking: does he mean in addition to finding a guy for my wife, is he implying I should assist with guiding his cock into her? Was I right to interpret his tweet literally?

Personally, I can’t think of anything right now I’d rather do than spread the soft globes of my wife Allie’s ass to expose her waiting cunt to one of her well-hung lovers, and pull his cock into her waiting depths. Then, lie back and watch her get taken by a superior stud.

To quote a great man, “That’s just me. That’s just something that I enjoy.” :)

What about you? What do you think? Post your thoughts in the comments.

Flickr: “I’m at his mercy”

I’m at his mercy, originally uploaded by go4broke_43.

I love the caption as much as I love this photo. I’m not sure who’s saying it. Of course, the first reaction is that it’s the wife saying she’s at his mercy. I think it’s the other way around. It’s the her husband in this photo that’s thinking it to himself. Our poor, unseen hubby is biting his lip while snapping this photo of his hot wife bouncing in their living room on this stud’s cock. What do you think? Do I have it right?

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