Maybe you were, but it's lucid and informed rambling and sexy as hell, which makes it not only informative and entertaining, but also potentially useful to those of us interested in/tempted by/contemplating the hotwife-cuckold lifestyle. What you make abundantly clear is that these acts stir us up, all of us, wives and husbands, bulls also, in some ways we probably can, but in others we cannot possibly anticipate.
We're talking about powerful acts of intention with potentially far-reaching consequences, some of which may not be intended. They carry great risk but also the potential for transformative excitement and joy, gratification and reward....for all involved. This kind of thing can surely change the way a wife and husband see one another, the way she sees herself and he himself. That can change a relationship, a marriage.
I guess the main thing I take is that for it to have a chance to be a positive thing for everyone, it's got to be something everyone truly wants.
yeah, totally agree, it has to be something everyone wants. I say that now but i'm not sure it would be completely true for hubby and i at the time. i've seen posts from people on this site and others asking whether they're ready, what to expect, what it feels like etc. and i'm not sure hubby and i were any more "sure" about what we wanted when we were at that stage. maybe even less sure than most people who ask. we didn't even realise we were on a journey that would lead here.
in retrospect, we didn't put much thinking into it. or if we did, we were thinking with the wrong parts of our bodies. we were in the middle of rekindling a tired, sexless marriage and fell into a kind of wild fantasy which ran rampant and uncontrolled. it was like discovering sex for the first time when you're 18. we just couldn't get enough. it wasn't the sex we had with each other, perse. it was great, sure. but it was the excitement of the fantasy of me fucking other men that was so wild for both of us. we were constantly thinking about it, talked about it, made jokes about it, teased each other, watched porn about it, played role playing games together. he even bought a number of large cock extensions and dildos so i could explore the sensation of taking something large. we'd use them regurlarly. often enough for us both to ask whether we were using them too much!
hubby would encourage me to fantasise he was someone else, and describe what it felt like to be fucking another man. his boss. our neighbours. my brother. his friends. my friends. my *******' school teachers. celebrities. anyone and everyone. often more than one. often a room full of men for me to perform for then be smothered by there thick sweaty cocks being shoved into any and every hole in my body. without fail it would unleash the mad sex crazed slut in me. i'd revel in it. it was insanely exciting. imagining all those big bulky men, with cocks the length of my forearm and balls the size of plums, all pounding and thrusting into me, passing me around, showing me off, taking pictures and sending to their friends. using me in public, stripping me and letting strangers see what i slut i am. cumming in my mouth, my ass, my pussy, in my hair, on my face, tits and bum. over and over and over.
it was insane and it became a crazy obsession.
it became so normal for hubby to point at some random guy and ask what i thought of him. and i became comfortable, scarily so, about describing what i actually felt. imagining myself taking his cock out and licking and sucking like a dirty slut. stripping for him. dancing for him, spreading my legs and showing off my pussy. imagining him pinning me down and pushing his huge cock (he would always have a huge cock of course!) into me. it was mad. i never used to even think of sex but at that time i couldn't stop thinking about it. every guy i met (or hubby pointed out), i'd look them up and down, check out the size of their fingers, the size of their feet, the broadness of their chest, the strength in their arms, the width of their thighs. and of course how big was the bulge in their trousers! and i'd describe to hubby. i'd even text him about it if he wasn't there and i'd seen a hot guy out in the street. and we'd sext each other for ours talking about some fantasy with me and this complete stranger. i spent most days walking around in sopping wet panties because the arousal and fantasising was so constant. id take pictures of myself, closeups between my legs, spreading myself open and send it to hubby, secretly wondering (maybe even hoping) he'd send it to his friends, "by accident". a few times i wondered about doing exactly that, "by accident".
it was all very crazy and in some ways, actually finally fucking another guy, kinda saved me from eventually doing what would have been something really, really stupid. posting nudes on facebook for example. yes, i thought about it.
what i'm trying to say is we took a chance. and nothing after it was anything we planned or predicted but just dealt with as it came along. neither of us really know what we're doing to be frank. hubby's a bit more sane when it comes to practical considerations like safety and security and privacy, etc. i tend to lose my mind and take chance. a lot! far more than is safe for someone to do in my position as a mom of 4 children, living what most people would consider a conservative muslim life.
he's the sane one. i'm the wild loose canon. he's the sort ot bring extra condoms. i'm the sort to be persuaded into letting a guy cum in me because it would, and always is an insanely huge turn on when a guy finally does that after a hot fucking session.
10 years of being an every day boring mum in a dull marriage had lead me to forget that about myself.
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