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.