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.