The Taboo Makes It Sexy

My husband is a horn-dog. So when he told me he doesn't enjoy strip clubs, you can imagine that I was skeptical. But he repeatedly insisted on this over long period of time, and bypassed several opportunities to attend strip clubs. I figured such a generally horny man with his wife's permission to attend a strip club would jump at the chance. But not my husband. He says it's because you're *supposed* to see naked women at strip clubs that makes it unexciting to see nudity in strip clubs. It's the same, he asserts, with professional porn videos. There's nothing these paid professionals won't do, and hence, to see them doing something you expect to see them doing is unexciting.

By contrast, an unexpected downblouse with nipple peek at a grocery store is immensely exciting for him. As is a woman flashing her tits in a bar. The unanticipated nature of it, combined with the fact you're seeing someone you hadn't expected to see reveal herself, provides far more excitement than paying to see a pro perform.

This also explains the erotic nature of tan lines. If a woman has sunned herself in a standard bikini, then you see her in an outfit that shows the white, untanned portion of her skin, the man immediately recognizes he is seeing something more revealing than a passerby on a beach would have beheld. And thus it is arousing.

What he is seeing is taboo. And taboo creates erections.

This is apparently why mistresses are more exciting than wives, and why extra-marital affairs are especially hot for many men. There are lines that go too far, of course, so most men don't find undue risk arousing nor extremely taboo fetishes. But exibitionism (around adults, not children), voyeurism, and sluttiness, all things that "good ladies" don't do, are expecially stimulating.

NOT my husband. My hubby took the pic.

I wrestled with this while venturing into becoming a hotwife. I enjoy being a classy lady and consider myself on the conservative, almost prudish side of the spectrum. While I'm comfortable with consenting adults doing most anything behind closed doors, I'm not fond of the over-sexualization of society, of movies, or of clothing styles (especially at high schools -- have you been to one recently?!). I don't like people who curse. I rarely if ever talk dirty.

It's easy to be both a prude and a hotwife. Since I had sex with men prior to meeting my husband, and thought no less of myself for having done so, all I am doing now is repeating a prior acceptable act so as to please my eager husband. Therefore, the sex with these other men was vanilla, routine, pleasurable, but not freaky. In a word, prudish. It was exactly as I had conducted my sex life both prior to and with my husband. The fact I was now wearing a ring on my finger made little difference in how I performed. The routine was typically rubbing a cock to arouse the man while kissing him (yes kissing, get over your Pretty Woman notions that it's too intimate), then on to oral to create a stiff cock, he then enters me missionary. Some finish that way, others spend a few minutes enjoying and then flip me over and enter me doggy style, cumming with the aid of my hipbone pressing against their cock. Works every time.

My husband enjoyed watching me do something risque, that of hotwifing, but I found what REALLY turned him on was when I went all slutty on him. Within the bounds of what I found acceptable and he found erotic, I slowly began to expand my sexual horizons. Soon I was letting select men cum in my mouth. Then I found the courage to let my husband work my anus with a lubed finger, culminating in having a couple of different men sink their penises full-hilt into my ass and shoot their jizz as far up inside of me as they can reach. This led to DPs, something my husband says pegs his slut-o-meter to the OMG level. And, of course, there's my foray into big black cocks. Having a conservative married white woman lay on top of a well-built black man I hardly know so as to allow him to slide his cock into my pussy, then while straddling him I feel another black man get on his knees behind me and in short order my anus is being stretched by the head of another stranger's cock entering me simultaneously is, I think it's safe to say, VERY TABOO. I find it shocking to believe I partake in these adventures. But I'm not thinking about that as I'm being pumped in two holes concurrently. And once everyone has cummed, the chatting and social aspect is enjoyable too. A couple of hours later, I'm back in my conservative attire, showered and busy living my normal life, with only my moist panties and my husbands huge grin to act as reminders of the nasty girl I allow myself to roleplay.

It's the pure taboo of it all that makes it so incredibly hot for my husband, and yes, for me also.

BBCs Are Trusting

White guys are very skittish about being outed by the people they contact. I suppose this is because there are so many solicitations that turn out to be veiled attempts to extract money, online prostitutes or web-cam girls who initially appear to be a no-strings-attached freebie. I had mentioned in a prior post that most white guys appear to seek younger, thinner women. This is the domain of the escort ladies, so I'm not suprised they run into them fairly frequently. (I discovered this because many many emails come back to me asking if I'm real or paid, or stating they've concluded I'm fake/paid and are ceasing contact.) I assure them I'm real. Some believe me, some don't.

White guys are more reluctant to send candid face pics. They seem to feel everyone they email might be their wife's best friend, or coworker, or an undercover sixty minutes crew. By contrast, black guys are pretty trusting. They send pics, exchange information, and readily assume I'm exactly who I say I am.

Oh, another thing: white guys flake. Often.

You guessed it... black guys show up.

I've had over twenty guys flake over the years. Two were black guys. So when I put in the necessary time to screen these fellas, ensure availability on their part and mine at a mutually-acceptable time, incur the risk inherent in sharing my candid face-revealing photos, and get my hopes up for a fun encounter -- it SUCKS to have the guy flake out.

HEY YOU! Yeah, You. You white guys that flaked on me?
You missed out on THIS.

I said in one of my first-ever posts that I don't have a preference for black guys. That's still true today. I enjoy black and white guys equally. So I'm not writing this from a predisposition for BBCs. But I do have a preference for guys who show up! I do have a preference for guys who find me attractive. I do have a preference for guys who trust me enough to send me their candid pics without a ton of begging and reassurances and games-playing. I have a preference for guys who are comfortable with my husband's presence.

So while I don't care about the larger cocks these black guys pack, I prefer BBCs because of the way they handle the encounter. From the first contact to the post-sex thank you emails, black guys do it right more often than white guys.

Just as the French have the edge in winemaking and gastronomy, the Italians in suitmaking and sports car production, so it is with BBCs. They have cornered the market on excellence in fucking married MILFs.

BBCs Accept BBW Wives

I am puffy. That is to say, I have a few extra pounds. I carry it well and I believe most men find me attractive. But when it comes to those post or those who answer online profile ads, I find a great distinction between white fellas and black guys.

White guys are far more likely to reject a liaison once a full body, full reveal pic has been sent. Some are honest enough to say they are looking for fit women only. That's fine, I don't begrudge them their turn-ons. But the typical reply to my pics from black studs, even highly sought-after hunks with large cocks, is that I'm extremely hot and they can't wait to get together with me. The difference is startling. Black guys, after cumming in me, often rub and massage by body and my butt cheeks. They *like* my body. White guys usually don't show this level of comfort with my body. I don't believe this is because black men have lower standards, nor do I believe they are so hard up to nail a white woman they'll accept what white guys reject. HARDLY! The average MILF-loving BBC has been in a gym five times more than the average liaison-seeking white guy and has the hot body to prove it. Most black men that have cum inside me have ripped abdomens, tight shapely pecks, long cocks, and can go and go and go sexually. They are sought-after, coveted, and prized by white women. And make no mistake, there's a lot of married white women seeking BBCs, so these black guys have their pick. So it truly is a difference in taste in women.

I'm not thin. This is a cell pic I sent to my husband after I
sucked a lover to orgasm and he splashed on my tits.

I don't know whether its nature or nurture that creates this difference. My husband theorized that white male culture during the formative high school years taunted any boy who showed an interest in a chunky girl. Combine that with the parade of Playboy bunnies who are held out as paragons of sexiness, and there's an argument for environmental priming. By contrast, I have my own theory. The average white male's penis is shorter than those of the average black mans. At least, the average of those I've seen of each. There are some very large and long cocks on white guys to be sure, but it isn't typical. I've also seen some five and six inchers on black men, but again, not the norm. So for a white man to sink four or five inches into a woman, she has to be agile enough to get her legs bent way out of the way, and in doggie style must have a small enough butt and be thin enough so that there's no extra padding pushing him back out while rocking back and forth. A black man, however, can get four to five inches into a woman while a couple of extra inches are held back by thigh or butt girth. And this four to five inch length is key to not flopping out while pumping. My bet is there's an unconscious relaxation that occurs in the minds of smaller guys once they've sunk to a safe depth that assures they won't keep popping back out, and it's harder to achieve that relaxation with a heavy woman. This translates unconsciously into a preference that gets expressed and reinforced as a sexual attraction to one versus the other. At least, that's my hypothesis.

BBCs Love MILFs and Married Wives

It appears that most white guys who are looking for some action on the side are looking for young hot blonde chicks, or as close to that ideal as they can get. Everyone wants an attractive partner, but I find the definition of attractive varies between that of black men and white men.

For most white guys, their ideal is the college girl on Spring Break, as featured in Girls Gone Wild videos. These near-virginal girls are unattached, shapely, and naive. They can be seduced with beads and too-tall souvenir glasses of frozen margaritas. Needless to say, I don't pass muster with many of these fellas.

Most black guys I encounter like women in their mid-thirties to mid-forties, ans accept a wide age range below and above. They prefer their women attached, sexually liberated, previously well-used with a proven record of sluttiness. Reasonable signs of aging are par for the course. This fits the description of me, and as a result I find I am hit on by black men far more often that white men.

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The Affair Code of Conduct

When it comes to greenlighting a discrete illicit rendezvous, we are all nervous that the other individual or couple won't keep their end of the bargain. After all, we don't know this person who has contacted us electronically or answered our ad. Most of the time we proceed with an expectation they know the implicit rules and will adhere to them, until some evidence tells us otherwise. At all phases of the initial screening process, we are keeping a sharp eye out for signs they aren't diligent in their adherence to the rules.

THE CODE OF SEXUAL AFFAIR CONDUCT

One. Each side will act with extreme diligence to guard the identity of the other party.

Two. Participation in a non-monogamous lifestyle requires you be accepting of your choice and nonjudgmental of others.

Three. Neither side will post photos of the other party unless the other party gives explicit permission. Always assume the other party does not give permission. Always presume the other party expects you will not post or share photos, not even to your own private cloud site (Flickr, Picassa). This applies even to those those photos shared during the screening process, whether a rendezvous resulted or no.

Four. If a liaison results in photographs of the encounter that include you, and you are in possession of those photographs or they have been given to you as a parting thank-you gift, follow rule three. Do not email these photos to friends to brag of your conquest. Do not email these photos to other prospective rendezvous candidates as proof of your lifestyle involvement.

Five. Do not add the person's lifestyle email address into your email client contacts list using the person's real name. Should you later send an email to multiple parties, the other parties will have the name of lifestyle participant as well as their alias (often explicit) email address.

Six. When emailing multiple people, always put your email address in the To: field and their email addresses in the Bcc: field so each party's email is kept private from the others in the list.

Seven. Don't text or call a lifestyle friend without prior permission. Assume their telephone is monitored by people who do not support the non-monogamy choice.

Eight. If a party engages in legal activities beyond your bounds, you cannot opt to censure and can never out that person because it is out of your comfort zone.

Nine. If a party initially anonomous to you is discovered to be a person you recognize, be it coworker, restaurant waiter, fellow PTA member, teacher, or whathaveyou, you must either decline further contact without offering a justification (preferred) or  mention in non-specifics your knowledge with the dual broviso that you would accept a decision on their part to disengage and that you will not reveal the discovery under any circumstances.

Ten. If a party is discovered to be a close acquantance, perhaps an extended family member, spouse of a close friend, or immediate neighbor, you must end the contact and must never reveal the knowledge. Do not succumb to a temptation to inform your best friend of a cheating-inclined spouse. You have come to this information through your own proclivities and must hold to the code.

Eleven. If a past rendezvous is discovered by your non-supportive spouse, do not attempt amends by outing the lifestyle person, chastizing the person, or moralizing to the person. Do your intra-family reconciliation within your family and simply drop contact with the lifestyle friend. The same goes if you have a moral conversion and see the "error of your ways." It is only an error in your life.

Twelve. Disclose medical infirmities. If you have a problem, even a temporary one, let the other party know before you meet. Do not send photos of a healthy you only to arrive with a cast, knee brace, surgery bandage or other unexpected encumbrance.

Thirteen. When you find someone who excites you through online sexual solicitations, they are not available for seduction and dating. They are not candidates to become your significant other. Do not mistake sexual adventure for an invitation to break up their relationship.

Final thoughts: trust in the other party to adhere to this code. Nearly everyone does. Trust the people who are asking for your attention are not known to you. They almost never are. It's a big world out there. Trust that those who later learn of your occupation or vanilla life will enjoy chatting with you about your vanilla life and won't compromise you. This is a hobby that requires trust in your fellow participant.

Guys Want Slutty Wives

People perceive most husbands as being very jealous of anyone seeing their wives nude. Here I'm talking about the classical jealousy, the negative kind that brings forth hostility. Some husbands are seen as not jealous, and it confuses us. Don't they care? Do they really love and covet their wives? Why are they so...bland?

I think there's a huge in-between. I think the majority of men don't fall into either of the above.

While most husbands are jealous, they want that jealousy to be provoked. It's been my experience in talking with married women and with many husbands that *most* husbands, not the minority but the majority, want to show off their wives. I would suggest that 70% of men want other men to see their wives nude, either in person or via shared photographs. It manifests everywhere, from encouraging the wearing of revealing club outfits to encouraging breast implants, tattoos that are in risque areas, nipple piercings, clit piercings, men wanting their women to flash at Lake Havasu, at Mardi Gras, and at Harley events, to the posting of their wives' pics on Picassa and Flickr. They want others to admire their wives. They want other men to want what they have!

That's also why men like dating strippers and porn stars. They actually prefer that other men have seen the love of their life nude. A good portion of these men even like to hang out with guys who have previously bedded their wife. 

Hubby dropped me off at a hotel before going to the
airport to red-eye for a business meeting. When he
arrived the next morning, he had this waiting in his inbox.
My lover, a man my husband had never met or even seen
a photo of, took this after cumming in my ass and withdrawing.
I think it was incredibly slutty of me to do. Yet I'm not
forward with men in real life, and am the perfect conservative
soccer mom that no one suspects of having this alter ego.

The only reason this is not more mainstream is because the set of people for whom this is thrilling is in opposition to the set of people who feel it is a terrible sin. It is not kosher to acknowledge this desire. It is risky to let this be known. It can jeapardize careers and strain family relationships if it is leaked to a wider public. So everyone must keep this tendency a closely-guarded secret. I must keep it a closely-guarded secret outside of my anonymous blog. The net result is everyone is left with the impression that anger-jealousy is the prevalent jealousy because no man can speak up about *wanting* to share his wife.

In my other posts, I've introduced a different kind of jealousy, the kind my husband has. His is of the type that makes him lust after me strongly. It also causes him to dote on me, idolize me somewhat, and do nice things for me every day to ensure he keeps my heart. But we both know my heart is not up for grabs, only my vagina is. lol!

His softer jealousy stems from the complete confidence he has that I'm his wife and will continue to be his wife. No lover can steal me away. But at the same time, men he has never met, and I've never met, can undress me and put their cocks into my pussy. That definitely provokes a level of jealousy. So how do you describe a feeling that makes a man shocked by his wife's behavior, while knowing there is no actual threat to the relationship? 

My husband is a visual person. Me, not so much. I don't look at sex videos or photos. I enjoy the act, but am not into visualizations. He, by contrast, is fairly creative and does a lot of visualizing in his work; enhanced, of course, by our private collection of pics of me being taken and used in every conceivable way by a bevy of studly men. This arouses him. To hear him say it, he greatly prefers looking at photos of me being fucked by another man than he does looking at traditional porn of any kind. While I'm certain he looks at some porn occasionally, I do know he goes wild looking at pics of me--the naughtier the better.

He describes the non-anger jealousy as manifesting in a couple of visualizations: 

One, he visualizes himself as the other man, the one who is right before his eyes pumping his cock into my pussy. He imagines what it must be like -- how cool it must be -- to be able to come to a house, undress a woman, fuck her, cum in her, then leave with no strings, no obligations. My husband wants that priviledge too! But since he's infatuated with me, he prefers to visualize himself as the strange man and imagines himself entering me for the first time. How warm and surprisingly tight my vagina is, how wet and lubricated (especially with the cum of the other man still coating me). To him, it's as if he has bedded me for the first time, rather than our sex being just another go in the thousands of times we've done it over the years. And according to him, this visual works; especially since he sees it play out in front of him several times a year.

Two, he envisions himself as himself, but unmarried. He views me as the longstanding girlfriend of this other man and he as a spectator to a lovemaking encounter between my boyfriend and I. Since he has just watched this previously-unknown man plow into me repeatedly, that's no great stretch. In this scenario, he wants me, he falls in love with me right on the spot. He knows he wants to steal me away from this other guy. He has neither the physique nor the equipment to match this sex-stud's bedroom prowess, but he will use everything he can muster to lure me away. So when this other man leaves, my husband attempts (and succeeds) at turning himself from outsider to seducer to fiance to husband, all within a timeframe of about six orgasms peppered in between with dinner, massage, adorations, and other benefits to yours truly.

My husband loves when the other man is enjoying me, the more overt his enjoyment the better. Moaning, grunting, and saying how excellent my body is and pleasuring him are all favorable enhancements. It lets my husband really feel he has something others delight in. As an aside, most BBCs are very open in talking about how nice my camel toe is, how tight my pussy is, how they are building up to an orgasm and want to flood my insides. Most white fellas are far more muted. They appear to believe that it's impolite to fuck another man's wife, and this impoliteness is exacerbated by their openly acknowledging the pleasure they are getting in doing so. I often find a white fella will suddenly slump over, having just orgasmed without me or my husband being aware of his peaking. Most take great pains to hide the fact they are cumming, whether to mute potential jealousy or out of fear I will think it's premature (it can't be with me, just cum whenever), I'm not sure.

I think the photo-sharing sites are bringing this enjoyment into the mainstream. Previously there were vanilla website and porn websites, the latter being professional photos of barely-legal, photoshopped women in unrealistic poses. Now that photo-sharing sites allow the posting of voluminous amounts of pics, more and more of the content is of regular married women of all ages. These are photos taken by husbands and posted for others to see. The definition of "others" is usually only those who likewise have risque pics shared, mostly I presume because they are sharing the risk equally, i.e. both have skin in the game. So with some you must be friended in order to see nude pics, but many other couples are far more open. They share pics to any member of the site that agrees to adult content, albeit the norm is to hide identifying features. 

The importance of these sites is they force us, as a society, to confront the reality that so very many men want not only to take naughty photos of the ones they love but to share them with others. That drive to share is in contrast with our long-held perceptions that men don't want any other man to see their wives. And it's about time that misperception is dispelled. I have no problem embracing a society in which the desire to share a wife, either visually or physically, is an open secret. Do I think it will lead to more marriage failures? Not at all. I think the lack of sexual stimulus in a marriage leads to secret affairs that damage trust. I know for a fact that sharing creates a LOT of stimulus within the marriage and know a great number of couples with long-term marriages who share. The funny thing is these couples are seen by their vanilla friends as the perfect couple with the perfect marriage; they are so loving and adoring of one another. What those vanilla friends and family have no idea of is a large part of the continuing excitement in the marriage comes from the satisfying of fantasies by both parties in an open, non-threatening manner. Sign me up!

BBCs Can Get It Up

Another reason to love a good BBC is that the vast majority can get it up, every time. Not that you white fellas can't given the right set of circumstances, but in my experience any BBC can get and maintain a hard cock on demand.

Let me cut to the chase. I've had disappointments when hubby and I set up a rendezvous with various white men. This is especially true if he's the only guest to the party. I'm certain these younger (30s and 40s), virile men have no problem getting erect in the course of their normal sexual encounters. But for many, accepting our invitation entails the first time they've found themselves participating in an MFM with a couple they didn't already  know.

This BBC Achieved Another Hard-On After Cumming Twice

Apparently, good male friends who go on to marry sometimes let their buddies check out their wives when they get back together; perhaps at a drunken New Years Eve party, or perhaps in a hot-tub-gone-wild evening. This is not terribly uncommon. Since they know the other couple, likely for years, they aren't intimidated. And this gets the wheels turning: they envision doing this with other wives on the side. But going to a strange location, be it someone's house or an unfamiliar motel, can put a person on alert. This translates into a very guarded -- hopeful, but wary -- state of mind that is not conducive to a continuous erection.

Of course, upon meeting me, their fears completely abate. I'm very friendly and normal, conversational and relaxed, with no surprises, as I look exactly as the pics I sent revealed I would look. Hubby is likewise comfortable and easy going. There's no oddities, no surprises, and everyone soon relaxes. But there is an element to our scenario that adds to the trepidation:  hubby is not distracted by another female. You see, if I were in a swing club situation, the strange man gets to enjoy me while my husband is playing with another woman, perhaps that man's wife. But in our scenarios, my husband watches and takes pics. There is no other woman. This causes a lot of men to become camera shy -- or more accurately, eyeball shy. They simply aren't accustomed to being watched while they go through the initial awkward phase of that first seduction. They're often thinking: is my cock large enough? Will she be disappointed? This does not a stiffy make.

A Cock Must Be Very Stiff To Enter My Tight Anus

BBCs, by contrast, seem to LOVE this situation. Forget distracting the husband with some other woman, most BBCs want my husband to watch them drop their underwear and see my expression as I gasp at their enormity. They want my husband's eyes on them as they nestle their cock head between my labia and part my pussy lips the first time. Heck, some even want my husband to hold their cock and guide it into my pussy as an ultimate act of handing over possession of his wife to this seducer. (My husband obliges them, he's not bi but he isn't phobic either.)

So if I know my husband and I have one play night available this month, or even this block of months, I want some reasonable assurance the night won't be spent trying to massage a "this never happened before" softie to life. Conclusion: find me a BBC! No, I mean it... find me one now and get him to email me. Don't leave the page until you do this. LOL

We Do It To Enhance OUR Sex Lives

My fucking other men is a joint-venture, a partnership between my husband and I. He isn't bi and so he doesn't participate in any physical way, but he does give permission, he does watch, and he does enjoy. He can do this because he trusts me. He knows I love him and he knows I'm not playing as a pretext for looking for a better model of a man to upgrade to. He also knows I can keep my sex and my love separated. I realize not every woman can, but I find it rather easy to do, especially now that I'm content with the husband I have.

I do this because we enjoy sex with each other more owing to my body being used by other men. Did you catch that? This is 90% about improving the sex life of my husband and I. Now don't misunderstand, I didn't take this up as a last-ditch effort to improve a sagging or lackluster intimacy level with my husband; not at all. We had a wonderful sex life. In fact, it was his terrific enjoyment of me that led to his wishing others knew how wonderful I felt to fuck. He had been with many women before meeting me, so he felt he had a good reference base with which to conclude that I was dynamite. I'm not bragging, because I think he has those wife-adoration goggles on and I'm not actually so special, but the point is he thought I was. So we had a great sex life already. The difference is that I found I could raise his lust-point even higher when I would ask him to come home from work and do me, with him discovering only when he arrived that my pussy was already soaked with cum from a lover who had visited and already left. That's when the skyrockets fly! Sloppy seconds is his thing. He loves it.

My Pussy After A Massive BBC Cum Load Injection

So it's not about the fantasy of the other man. Yes they are handsome typically, and yes they are fun to have sex with; but before it happens it isn't the source of my pleasure and after it's over with it isn't the source of my pleasure--my husband is my source.

I don't IM with guys, I don't do video chat, and I don't masturbate thinking about the hot studly guys I've been with or am about to potentially enjoy. What gets me off is thinking about how ravishingly horny I can make my husband, and how hard he's going to POP when I remind him of the big black dick that pumped my pussy full of cum last week.

Let's be clear, my husband's excitement is my enjoyment. I confess that I also enjoy being the object of pleasure for these handsome men, and I enjoy being thoroughly fucked by studly guys; so yes, there's that benefit too. But the real eroticism comes from making my husband WANT ME so much. And want me he does.

When Hubby's Away, BBC's Play
Cell Pic Sent to Hubby by BBC 

I mean really, how many wives can make their husbands crazy with lust after many years of marriage? I expect every solid marriage is filled with passion as well as sensuality, and that is the bread and butter of our sexual connection as well. But every once in a while, probably about twice a week, I add the spice of reminding my husband that my pussy is the lust object of several men who enjoy it several times a year. OMG, that does it for my husband, he gets sooooo hard! He thrusts into me wildly. I feel like I'm the mistress, not the wife. He treats me like I'm the new conquest. He goes wild...for ME! So it's a lot of fun. It's fun during the time I enjoy being ravished by appreciative guys, but it's even more fun during the stretches of time in between those episodes, the times when my pillow-talk and the session's photos, taken by my husband, is the source of our erotic adventures.

Cuckold is Not the Correct Description

As I understand it from my husband, a cuckold is someone whose wife has been sexually enjoyed by another after the marriage vows were exchanged. So technically, the husband of a hotwife is a cuckold. But in practice, I've found guys who relish being dominated by bulls and by domineering wives tend to call themselves cuckolds, so the term has morphed.

While many husbands of sexually active wives enjoy full-on cuckolding, my husband is simply a monogamous heterosexual spouse who loves to watch my pussy being filled with the cum of another man. He doesn't fluff the man before entry (i.e. suck him to readiness), he doesn't lick clean the spent cock of its cum upon withdrawal from my pussy. I don't tell him not to enjoy himself, nor do I order him not to participate. He is often snapping pics and making room for the other men to have full access to me, so de facto he usually doesn't participate until the other men have had their fill, but it's not from a domination criteria. He doesn't like things up his butt. He does, however, LOVE SLOPPY SECONDS.

BBC Showing My Husband My Cum-Filled Pussy
Hubby's going to fuck me with the BBC cum as lube!

He enjoys the feeling of sliding his cock into my pussy after a warm deposit has already been left there by another man. He can feel the slippery lubrication of the cum all over my vaginal walls. This, he says, is tactile confirmation to his brain of what his eyes had just transmitted.

Hubby Examining My Pussy After The BBC Exploded In Me

The more senses that confirm the impossible -- that his wife is another man's fucktoy, the stronger the sensation of sexual stimulation. He doesn't eat other men's cum as a requirement to clean my pussy, but if I was fucked out of the presence of my husband, the aroma of my used pussy and the taste of the remnants of the other man's cum confirm unambiguously that my husband has lost exclusive rights to my pussy. So on those occasions, he licks me as much as possible.

So what's the word that we can use as a descriptor for a non-sissy hetero man who enjoys his wife being used for the pleasure of large-cock studs?

Why Does Every BBC Want Anal Sex?

I have a big posterior. It's shapely, but it ain't petite. Perhaps that's why most of the lovers I'd had prior to meeting my husband weren't very interested in it. My husband loves it, and rubs it every chance he gets. Most of the white guys I had sex with upon embarking on my hotwife hobby were most interested in missionary sex. Some doggy style (my favorite), but not as much as I expected.

Then I switched to BBCs. The side effect of which was to find myself the recipient of numerous requests to enter me anally. Apparently, most BBCs are into anal sex in a big way, and my larger butt just tempts and taunts them until they want to put their cocks in my ass. They want to leave my husband a creampie. It's the ultimate way to claim me and cuckold him.

Spreading My Ass Cheeks to View Creampie He Left Me

I'm not into anal sex. Never was, didn't expect to change. I told my husband he could have anal sex with my only if he first let me shove a broomstick up his rectum (a prospect he did not like). So imagine my surprise when nearly every lover wanted to cum in my ass. Given the size of most black men's cock, especially those with whom I was having sex with, there was no way that thing was going to fit.

I don't like pain. Anal sex is painful, even with the smaller dick size of my Caucasian husband. But after a while, with adequate lube (very greasy gel lube, not any slippery substance) and some pre-fingering, I could let him in *only* if I was also using a vibrator on my clit to relax my sphincter. And he had a time limit...2 minutes and you have to be outa there, orgasm or not.

Laying on My Stomach To Relax Me for Entry.
I didn't expect him to push so deep into me!

Soon I found I would orgasm to the combination of my clit vibe and my rectum being stretched. But after I came, the guy had to withdraw, as I became too focused on the discomfort. Yet on several occasions, I found myself caught up in the eroticism of being the sex object of two lustful BBCs who wanted to deposit their sperm into every orifice on my body. It was a claim thing. The more places they leave their cum, the more I am their woman and the less I am my husband's woman. Anal sex is the ultimate claim on a woman. It's the most private, most guarded part of a woman. Most lovers are allowed vaginal sex while being denied backdoor access. So for these BBCs to slide their cocks deep into my ass and pump until they explode is, for them, to be doing something almost no one else has ever been allowed to do.



No guy ever had anal sex with me prior to my husband. My husband gets it on rare occasion. But a new BBC will usually want it, and unless there's extenuating circumstances, I'm going to let him. And let me assure you the creampie-allure applies here as well. If one BBC (usually the smaller cock at the party) has fucked me in the ass and came, once he withdraws the dribble of cum around my anus will cause the other guys to become ragingly hard and beg to enter. I can barely handle one, but I've gone over the deep end and let two in a row fuck my ass because I know how much it turns them on. It also makes my husband extremely jealous, both because I'm being taken in my most private sanctuary and because they get to fuck my ass more readily than I allow him.

Balls Deep Into My Anus
I'm on my knees.

Lately I've found I enjoy DPs. The BBCs want to double penetrate me and both cum more readily than they otherwise would. It's not smooth for them to get into a position where the angle is comfortable for me, but they are okay with the awkwardness so I am accepting of it also. I guess that's the sluttiest thing I've done in front of my husband. He watches as two cocks stiffen, explode, then soften until they pop out of my twin tight orifices coated in cum, and extra oozes out of both of my orifices.

Long BBC Cock Stroking Into My Ass
No One Exits Until They've Cum ;-)

It doesn't happen often, as it's hard to get the pieces in place. You have to have two guys who are okay with close proximity to another man's junk and who like the idea of DPing a wife with the husband present. Both men have to be very stiff. Any softness and there's no way the anal entry is going to happen, especially with the extra pressure of a cock pressing it closed even tighter. And if the vaginal visitor is not hard, he bends and pops out to readily. Since a DP is often something everyone thinks of after one or both guys have already cum in my pussy in turns, it's not a viable option on most occasions. But sometimes the stars align!

A Note About My Photos

Just wanted to let you know I'm going to put some pics into my posts. You've know by now my posts are not stories of adventures, but rather my thoughts about the experience of being a hotwife.

All pics are of me with another man, not my husband. My husband is Caucasian, my lovers are often black. If I post a pic of me with a non-BBC, I'll let you know whether it's my husband or not (probably won't be).

My BBC friend is massaging my butt
as we chat between fuck sessions.

Most pics are tight close-up pics, and are thus very explicit. Truth be told, the photos more explicit than I care for. But my husband loves taking close-ups like this and although we do have many wider shots, they are too revealing and so I'm stuck with the close-in photos. Some of you will like them, some won't. Let me know.

All pics are taken by my husband except for a few that may be taken by my lover at the time. But if taken by my lover, I'll note that in the post's pic description. BTW, every photo is posted with the permission of all participants. Since most want complete discretion, even when it comes to non-identifying close-ups, the range of partners depicted is necessarily fewer than I have enjoyed playing with.

Hope you like.

BBC Wins Because Two or More is Fun

So all of you guys know the sexually sensitive parts of a woman. Every one of those parts is arousing to me to receive stimulation...gentle, sensual stimulation. My vagina, my mouth, my nipples, my clitoris, my anus. That's six areas on me that enjoys your tongue and your cock. One fella, no matter how origami-capable, cannot possibly stimulate all six, at least not within a close time frame. Well, I have a solution: MORE MEN!

Hotel meet-ups with two or more BBCs
are great fun. I'm omitting the other
at his request (always respected).

Forget kama sutra and all those movies with Pierce Brosnan having sex strewn across desks and kitchen counters. Simply put me on a bed and surround me with multiple men. I enjoy laying on my back and having a man between my legs pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. Add a man by my head with his cock in my mouth and I'm more immersed in the raw sexuality of the experience. Add a third to the other side who licks my nipple while simultaneously flicking my clit, and I'm going to explode!

But there's a problem. Nearly every white guy I communicate with as a prospective liaison becomes uncomfortable when I mention I want some other guys there too. They are occasionally worried that it increases the odds they'll run into someone they know...but c'mon, there's a lot of people in the world, 17 million in the greater SoCal region alone, so the likelihood that I'll happen to invite you and coincidentally your coworker are effectively zero. The real problem, I've learned from some of the more honest chaps, is the sloppy seconds fear. There's an "ick" factor, I've heard, in entering a woman after another man has been inside her, exacerbated if that other man has deposited his cum inside her--and in my case, me. 

Black studly men, however, LOVE IT! The majority (again, we're dealing with the average of my experience), actually are *more* aroused when my pussy is leaking another man's cum than they are being the first to enter. It surprised me, and maybe is surprising to you also, so I'll say it again: BBCs appear to enjoy sloppy seconds a lot. They want to enter me right after the other man withdraws, but only after spreading my pussy lips and watching the prior man's cum leak out of me and all over my labia. Then they plunge in and whip it into a shaving cream-like lather. If any BBC has problems orgasming, pumping my already-cummed-in  vagina seems to solve it; they cum quickly and hard. Soon another voluminous amount of sperm is dribbling out of me. 

Guess what happens next?

The third guy enters me and adds his load to my soaked interior. By then, I've transformed from an ordinary wife into a used cum dumpster. I'm claimed by everyone except my husband. Which one is on me, which is grunting as he shoots his load up inside me is a blur, there's so many rotating around me, putting their cock in my mouth and vagina, that I lose track.

With nearly every BBC I've encountered, they've been more enthusiastic to get together if they know there will be multiple men using me that night. The more the better. Exactly the opposite of all but a few of the white guys that have found my profile and tried to get me into bed.

Reluctant Because Large Cocks Hurt

Some women find large cocks irresistible. It's a big factor in their attraction to studly black men. I'm not one of those women. I'd had sex with men sporting various sized penises prior to my husband, even some whom I considered very large. Without fail, I was more comfortable with men of average size. Another thing, I had noticed that with the latin and white guys I'd been with, those with larger cocks had a lot more trouble cumming. They needed far more stimulation, preferred scraping with teeth as opposed to only using lips and tongue during fellatio, and pumped rigorously and incessantly trying to orgasm. Whew, that's a lot of work! Since I orgasm rather quickly, and am prone to a single large orgasm instead of multiple smaller ones, I don't like the extra pounding that it takes to get a desensitized guy to peak. It's probably also why I don't enjoy sex with men with buzzes. Desensitization makes everything more difficult. Average size guys seem to pop pretty easily.

I have a tight vagina, or at least so I've been told. I'll allow that most men tend to want to make their partner feel good and do so through compliments including how good they feel during sex, but my husband -- who's not particularly large -- points out that he has to spread me open as he enters, not just the first entry but with every stroke. I'm not talking about tightness that derives from the friction of the unlubricated labia, I'm talking about my muscles have to open to accommodate him and they close around him as he pulls backwards.

My tight pussy being opened by a BBC to show
my husband the cum he's just deposited in me.

My husband's average white-guy cock gives me the sensation of being filled, which makes clitoral stimulation all the better, and I orgasm easily with him. I had no desire for the large cocks depicted in online porn and profile ads for available BBCs. In fact, I expected it to be uncomfortable and avoided every BBC that solicited me. BTW, a lot of them solicited me.

So what changed?

Actually, not much. I still don't seek out a BBC because of his big black cock. I have sex with them because they make being a wife who's fucking a man other than her husband fun. I've learned to accommodate their large cocks. It's a matter of positioning, angles, and thrusting with, rather than opposite of, the man when they are at the deepest point. In other words, I pull off and out just slightly, and just at the moment they are about to slam against my cervix.

Oh, did I mention that some of those black guys hit my cervix? There's large, and there's there's giant BBCs. Large is great. It's become more comfortable for me and usually there's no pain involved. Giant is much harder, excuse the pun. Just getting one of those monsters inside of me is a project. I need lots of saliva in addition to my own wetness (I'm usually very wet but those require extra). I need the guy to go slow, inching it it as my pussy muscles relax their tension and allow the extra girth to stretch them, and I need to control depth once the deep plunging begins.

This Hotwife holding a sexy BBC cock.
(He took the photo since hubby wasn't around.)

My husband, on the other hand, simply LOVES a giant BBC stretching my womb to its capacity. I can't figure that out. He admits that sex with me afterwards for a few hours feels looser than my normal grip provides. He prefers extra stimulation of tight pussies over loose ones given his modest size. So you'd think he'd abhor large cocks stretching my vagina. Nope. Just the opposite.

He says he knows that the large cock pumping inside me is being squeezed to hell by my overstretched pussy, and he can envision his cock feeling that tightness. He also knows the cock is filling me like he cannot, and that once I've acclimated to the extra pressure I do orgasm very intensely. This excites him like crazy. And he knows the cock is feeling parts of me that he can never ever feel. That sensitive cock head that's plunged 9 inches inside of me has felt 3 or 4 inches of my pussy that my husband has never explored. Not to mention when that long cock lets fly its jism inside of me, way up inside of me, splashing hard against my cervical opening and coating my deepest regions with this stranger's cum. This, according to my husband, is the most exciting thing he's ever participated in. Trying to eradicate that BBCs cum from my inner walls is so powerful a mental quest it overcomes the feeling of being looser than normal. Being stretched is also an excitement enhancer, according to him. It's yet more proof his wife was taken and used by a virile man with twice the cock as my husband, making his body work three times harder to match and best that conqueror.

Every now and again I have to tell a guy to stop thrusting so hard, or I have to change positions to prevent bottoming out. In porn movies, the guys all seem to pull out and cum on the woman's face (which I'm not into). Or they cum with their cocks halfway withdrawn so the camera has a shot of the shaft. In real life, these BBCs push into me as hard as they can, squishing their balls against me as they pump their load into me, even when they are longer than my womb. If I happen to see one of the pics my husband has taken, I will often comment aloud how I can't figure out how that eight to ten inches of monster cock fit inside me without poking my lungs.

Relectant Because I'm Not Your Bitch

Okay, I'd decided to play. I was going to fulfill my husband's fantasies. I was going to be his personal porn star. I didn't want to go to a swinger's club, because I didn't want to feel like the new person, I didn't know how comfortable I'd be, and I didn't want my husband playing. But I'd had sex with guys before my husband, so I knew what to do if a fella and I were in a hotel room or bedroom. So we went with trying to arrange a one-on-one with my husband watching.

My husband was doing some of the initial screening for prospective guys. Right away we noticed there were a lot of black guys who offered their services. There were some white guys, but they seemed very young (I'm not comfortable with too young), or older and pudgy. The black guys, on the other hand, were in their 30s and 40s, and were very muscular. Exactly what I would want.

The obstacle...

I was comfortable having sex with white guys. I had never been with a black guy and my only impressions were from porn movies and rap videos, neither of which were my thing. In both of those exposures, the black guys objectified the women, made them their booty prize or their slut. In rap videos, the nameless women are soooo grateful to be with the guy and will do anything as demanded, but never becomes a person, always remaining a bling object. That's not me.

I'm more accustomed to being the sought-after woman. I have the vagina, therefor I'm in control and men are grateful when they get it. That's the way it's always been. Men pawing at me on first dates, me playing hard to get (well...most times). So no thank you.

Here's my impression of interracial porn movies: usually several black men gangbanging a white girl, with the bitch gets her hair pulled and gets face fucked forcefully. (Bitch is their colloquialism for the slut they are doing). Oh hell no! I'm no one's bitch. I'm not into having my hair pulled. I'm not into pain, spanking, or being a ho. I'm an elegant woman, a wife, a good lover. If your cock is going to enter me, you have to be polite and show some respect. A little gratitude helps too.

See the creamy skin on my butt? No one spanks it!
(Some women love it. That's okay, it's just not me).

Fast-forward in time to the happy ending. No, not that kind...lol. After being with numerous black men, I have found all to be respectful, kind, friendly, easy-going, grateful, and discrete. Nothing like I expected. I knew not all black men would expect to behave like a porn movie, and of course many white guys like objectifying women just as much as anyone else, but I had a preconception that it would be more difficult to screen the black guys who weren't expecting a slut-bitch-ho. HA, was I wrong. It's far easier to find a respectful, down-to-Earth black man who's comfortable having normal (though hot) sex with a married woman than it is finding a similarly-comfortable white guy. This applies especially when you multiply the number of men. I've had a couple of occasions to be the fuck toy for two and even three simultaneous black men. Never a problem. I recommend it highly... it reduces intermission times between cums. ;-)

Is It a Ruse by Hubby?

If my husband doesn't want to use my having sex with other men as a pretext for demanding equal access to other women, then there's another possibility that ran through my head:

Is my husband secretly bisexual?

How those women must feel who marry a man, have children, only to discover he is bi; or worse, outright gay. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gay men (or women). I simply don't want to be married to one. I don't want to get married, then discover he has been suppressing a secret, that he wants other men. Admittedly, that would be way better than discovering other dark secrets, the illegal kind, but for me, being bisexual is a turn-off. I'm not bi. I don't want other women. I know many who do, but it's just not me. And I really don't want to watch two men having sex in front of me, even if one is my husband. It's just a turn-off -- it's the way I'm wired.

But you can't blame me for suspecting this when he is encouraging me to allow men to come into our home, undress in his presence, and have threesomes. He told me he was straight and I opted to believe him. Time would ultimately tell. And the verdict?

He's straight.

That's good for me, and good for nearly every guy we contact as well. But there's a hiccup that continually rears its head ... YOU WHITE GUYS DON'T BELIEVE ME. Or him either, for that matter. The majority of the white fellas that ping me because they saw a sexy pic of me or responded to an ad for an NSA encounter don't want my husband present. When I insist (it's generally a comfort and safety requirement, I don't like meeting strange men alone in his day and age), you guys get very weirded out. Most of you beg off, or cancel at the last minute, or just don't show. After several questions about whether my husband is actually straight or not, and what level of participation he will want to have, you say you believe me, you say you'll show up, but you don't. Okay, some of you do, but the majority don't.

According to my husband, you are culturally primed to honor that exclusivity requirement, to the point of not being able to wrap your heads around the idea that another man might not have that same expectation. I've seen this first-hand. Most of you assume my husband would be jealous, as in angry jealous, if he knew you were meeting with me to have sex. You expect him to find a baseball bat, blow up, maybe hit you and/or me, divorce me, hunt you down and out you to your spouse or girlfriend. Even when we both assure you it's cool, you keep one eye out for that inevitable (in your mind) change of demeanor that signals the husband can't handle it anymore--that you've gone too far. Seriously, I can't tell you how many times we've been asked "are you sure you're okay with this?"

To many white guys who ping us, the only explanation that seems to reconcile the notion of my husband being okay with my having sex with other men with your expectation of total exclusivity is that he must be secretly gay and wants to lure you into his depraved sex chamber using me as bait.

Nope.

We're just a average suburbanite couple managing careers, family, kids, mortgage payments, grocery shopping and everything else a typical married couple balances. But every once in a while, when opportunity arises, we do something adventurous. We're upfront about it. We're honest. We're discrete. We don't play games. We're not deceitful. What we say, you get. Some of you have a hard time trusting in that.

The vast majority of white guys ask for a private rendezvous. They want secrecy, even from my husband. They want a neutral site if money isn't a problem, and prefer motels and hotels to my home. Whereas I don't want to venture to a motel solo to meet a guy who may or may not be everything he appeared online. Even if the guy is great, it feels too seedy, too hookerish.

Black guys, by contrast, never seem to have an issue with my husband's presence. At least, not the black guys that respond to posts or profiles in couples-only sites or on Craigslist. The word BBC is synonymous with "I do married women, don't give a fuck who knows about it" They not only don't mind the husband's presence, it's my experience they *enjoy* it. They like knowing he's watching when they sink their cocks into my warm vagina. They want to see my husband's expression as they bust their nut into his wife. (I learned all the terms after being around you guys talking your sex talk during intermissions, lol.)

When I tell a BBC that my husband will be present and he's straight, it's accepted immediately, without question. I'm here to tell you that this one factor alone makes BBCs more attractive as sexual partners. It's easier to arrange, with way fewer flake-outs, and we start off with a higher level of trust. All of this, rather than the large cocks (and they are indeed large) makes me a BBC lover.

There are some white studs who mirror the black men and prefer my husband's presence. If I had to estimate from my experience, it's about 70% who don't want him there, or even knowing, 20% that is okay with it, and 10% who like it. Naturally, I gravitate towards the 30% who tolerate or prefer it, but that leaves a lot of great handsome, sexy guys in the cold. And it takes a lot of time, energy, and communication to screen someone and make a meeting arrangement. To be fighting this high rate of flake-out simply makes it too much work.

Stereotype Disclaimer

I'm reaching the point where I'm going to be talking about some differences I've discovered between my average experience with white men versus my average experience with black men. So I thought I'd put out a disclaimer. If you still feel like ranting anyway, rant somewhere else. This is not the venue.


I don't care about race. I like you all as friends, and now as lovers. I gravitate towards Caucasian men in relationships because that's what I find I connect best with in whatever way we seem to be generally predisposed to like our own race, and for a long time I interpreted that as a sexual preference as well, but I've learned I like other fellas as sexual partners too. I'm going to characterize white and black men as a group, an average, a stereotype I find to be true of more than half I've met. Also, I'm going to talk almost entirely about white versus black men, but I've also played with latin and enjoyed it. As for stereotyping, there are nuances I'll gloss over and there have been many who don't fit my descriptive mold. But I intend to convey an accurate representation of my experiences as it pertains to being a wife who wants to find studly guys to put their cocks in me in my husband's presence. Don't take offense. Or do. I don't really care.