Sunday, November 5, 2017

My favorite things right now… In no particular order…. • Random dick pics 😛 • Licking my wife’s butthole 👅 • Flirting with new friends on Kik 💁🏼‍♂️ • Everything pink and feminine 💕 • Tasting my own cock when i kiss my wife 💋 • Toys in ma booty 🍑 • Exploring my feminine side and the gay side of my bisexuality 🏳️‍🌈 11/5/2017
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I would be such a greedy boy with these two cocks in front of me 😍


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You asked to see it so he you are the one that would love to fuck your wife Damn that’s a nice cock!!!


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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Cheating on him by not cheating on him?

allaboutthehotwifelife: I have a feeling a lot of you are going to want to share this one. If someone shares this with you, that’s because it means something to them, so please do the courtesy of reading the whole thing! First off, I want to acknowledge that wives often have various and complex reasons for reacting negatively to husbands who bring up hotwifing. That’s a valid topic for another time. This also isn’t for households with an abusive spouse who wants to force his perversions or sick desires in whatever way they enter his mind–those men are the scum of the earth. No, this is for you loving couples, where you try your best to do things right, and keep trying even when you don’t succeed the first time. Today, I want to talk to the wife who hears her husband share his kink with her, and doesn’t stop to dig further. She doesn’t ask, “How difficult was it for you to tell me this? How much have you thought about this? How much does this mean to you?” I’m talking to the wife who jumps to conclusions and insecurities, or shuts him down without validating his opinion. Can I talk to you for a minute? Dear wife, I imagine you love your husband a lot, and he probably loves you a lot too. In fact, he’s opening up to you because he loves you. He wants you to be a part of his life in every way, no matter how unusual society may say it is. And society may be the reason you shut him down. Have you been told all your life that it’s wrong to have sex with another man after you get married, and that it’s cheating on your husband if you do? Have you been told that this will kill your loving relationship? Chances are, this is where you’re coming from. These feelings make it seem impossible to imagine what your husband is really thinking. In fact, I bet these values are more deeply ingrained in you than you imagine, especially if you haven’t sat and done introspection on why you think the way you think. So when your husband comes around and tells you he’s interested in this, it breaks all kinds of norms. You think, “Cheating!” And you think, “Wrong!” And you get disturbed, because he’s asking you to do that one thing you’ve always been told a wife should never do. This is where your imagination and insecurity gets fired up–if he wants you to do the worst thing of all, then, “My God, what else is he going to suggest?” You might not think it so much as just feel it deeply within. It feels wrong–so wrong. On behalf of your husband, let me ask you to just stop for a moment and hear his side of the equation so you can communicate on equal ground. First, he probably has some idea of how weird this is to you, and it was even hard for him to admit it to himself at first. He’s battling with his own inherited values, which in this case run counter to his sexual desires and needs; he also fears your reaction. He doesn’t want to hurt you or scare you. Second, his definition of cheating isn’t what you think it is. You both agree that cheating is a betrayal, a theft of love and intimacy from the one who rightfully owns it. Where he’s different from you is that–for whatever reason–he feels connected to you sexually when he imagines you being promiscuous, full of desire, and feeling flirtatious lust. Your promiscuity isn’t cheating, since he connects to you in that fantasy or act. It doesn’t mean he wants to be promiscuous himself, because if it would be a betrayal of you and your desires, then he sees it as betrayal too; he isn’t interested in betraying you. He isn’t interested in you betraying him either–he is interested in connecting with you by means of observation, fantasy, and wanton lust unchained. I hope that’s clear in your mind, because it’s crucial to understanding him. He’s not asking you to cheat when he talks to you about sexual engagement (or fantasy) with other guys. This brings us to the provocative title of this post. “Cheating,” sexually speaking, is betraying your spouse for others. It’s disregarding their needs and desires, and giving that part of yourself to others. Here’s the point: if social pressure or fear of others (parents, priests, friends) are the reasons you’re not willing to hear your husband out when he tells the thing that is most intimate to his sexual nature, he’s not the main person in your sex life. You’ve invited a whole society into bed with you, and you’re neglecting him for everyone else that’s intruding into your sex life. He feels cheated, because you won’t even talk, read, or think about what’s on his mind. Is that cheating? I’ll leave it to you and him be the judge of that. However, I hope you’ll take the time to see how you might actually have things backwards when it comes to the idea of being faithful to the one you married. Not the idea of a husband you got from society and invented over time in your mind–the actual flesh-and-blood man you pledged to be with. I’ll be saying more along these lines in the future, but I wanted to get this out TODAY so you could start thinking about it (and wives, please don’t be offended if your husband forwarded this to you–remember, more than anything sexual, he longs to be loved, trusted, and understood; please give him that at the very least).
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Saturday, October 28, 2017

I love how it says “my bedroom” and “my bathroom”. In our last two houses, my wife had her own bedroom and bathroom (the master, of course) and I slept and worked in an extra bedroom. Our current house is down a bedroom and we’ve managed to make a closet into a work space for me, my “cloffice” as we have dubbed it, but there isn’t an extra bedroom so we do share a bed. I love it and it works. But we both miss those days when she could have her own room. It helped our marriage in so many ways.


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10/27/2017 • Craving Cock October 27, 2017 Amazing sex with my wife last night. We started in the bath tub with roaming hands watching Parks and Recreation on Netflix. I rubbed her back and she rubbed my legs, feet, cock, and squeezed my balls and brushed her fingertips along my anus. It was electric! When we moved to the bedroom, I gave her a more proper albeit abbreviated back rub. I rubbed her feet and sucked her toes while she lay naked on her stomach on the bed. It wasn’t long before she felt my tongue slide down from the top of her spine and between her cheeks until it was squirming and pushing to probe her anus. After several long minutes of literally making out with her ass, my fingers slid beneath her and found her clit and a very wet pussy. She started to whimper and then to moan as I penetrated both of her holes simultaneously with my fingers and tongue. She reached around behind her back and her fingers again found my anus. She rubbed against my entrance as I buried my tongue as far inside hers as I could manage. I licked her pussy and alternately massaged her clit and g-spot with my fingers as she teased my ass with her fingertips and my cock with her soft hands. My own moans were muffled in the soft crevice between the cheeks of her ass even as hers began to fill the room unabated and I turned her body around to access her pussy as her lips instinctively wrapped around my cock. I sucked her clit while she sucked my cock. I fucked her with my tongue while she sucked my cock. I gasped and moaned and bucked my hips and fucked her mouth and still she sucked my cock. I couldn’t take anymore and I slipped my cock from her lips and slid inside her pussy as I kissed her. We shared the taste of her pussy… her ass… my cock. My sweet and naughty wife tasting her own dirtiness on my mouth as I tasted the familiar mixture of sweet precum and savory cock on hers. We fucked and I came inside of her. She still had not cum, so I obediently moved down between her legs and licked and sucked her cum filled pussy. She was extremely responsive to my twists and tugs at her nipples and she bucked her hips and fucked my face with a hand on the back of my head, fingers twisted in my hair as she came twice in succession, smearing my own cum and hers across my cheeks and lips. My beard was a sticky mess and we both lay catching our breaths, spent and satisfied. She confided in me that she had been fantasizing again that I was a woman with my mouth between her legs. I reminded her that I have also had my own turns fantasizing about her being a man whenever I fuck her from behind. She asked me if I fantasized about her being her sister as I used to. I told her no and it has truly been some time since I had thought of her as another woman. I teased that I would be happy to oblige her in that again very soon. We soon fell asleep… she dressed properly in her pajamas, legs cuddled around mine; me naked as always next to her. I drifted off to sleep savoring the lingering taste of my own cock from our kisses, craving and silently promising myself to taste another man in my own mouth once again. Someday. Sooner than later.
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Sunday, October 22, 2017

10/22/2017 • Painting and Denial October 22, 2017 Yesterday, Erin had me paint our closets. Mine is to be lone my office space. Or my “cloffice” as we have jokingly come to call it. Once I started painting mine, she decided she wanted hers painted and reshelved as well. Both are now pink, my favorite color, to match our bedroom and bathroom. While I panted, she took a shower and came out to sit naked on the edge of the bed. She told me she needed a date with Mr. Hitachi and spread her legs for her wand while I watched. I wanted so badly to join her. I came over and knelt on the floor in front of her and offered to lick her pussy for her. She just said she would but I have some closets to paint so unfortunately I am indisposed and she’ll just have to rely on her friend to bring her off. She did let me kiss her for a few minutes while she masturbated but then sent me back off to work. She came three times. I told her how badly she was turning me on and how I needed to cum. Or at least help her cum. Something. She said, “Well, waiting is part of the game. Didn’t you say you liked the idea of me getting pleasure while you have to wait or don’t get any at all?” I told her I did. Very much. She said, well maybe sex will be your reward once you finish these closets. I sprung back to work. As I continued painting my closet, she decided to try on some of her old clothes while she cleared hers. She tried on the coveralls she wore in her senior picture. She took off her top to pose for me in them so she had no shirt on underneath. It still fits her. I told her I loved that look of a woman naked in denim, and under coveralls is really hot. I suggested how hot it would be to find her waiting in bed for me like that sometime. She laughed and playfully said, “maybe I will”. She also tried on her wedding dress. I went crazy for her. I told her I would love pictures of her in it for our 20th wedding anniversary coming up. She teased that she might not fit in it if I would agree to get her pregnant and then sort of fake pouted that I probably wouldn’t. I told her I would show her and started kissing her and hiking her dress up over her hips. She laughed and brushed me away but I tried to persist and begged her to let me fuck her in this dress. She giggled and said, “don’t you have a closet or paint?” Ugh!!! I was ready to explode then and there. She asked me to help her out of her dress and she stood naked before me and walked back into her closet again. When she came out, she was wearing nothing but a large sweater. “That is so fucking hot!” I said. She laughed and said it was her Dad’s sweater. I told her that’s even hotter and came over to kiss her again. She laughed and said I was never going to get the closets done at his rate. Back to work. I finished my closet and we talked while we painted hers. She told me she saw a really pretty bulletin board at Hobby Lobby that would be perfect in my office. It’s shabby chic with a pink frame and burlap over the cork board. She said it was more pretty than practical and I said I would take pretty over practical. I miss my pretty pink bedroom / office in Phoenix. She said, “We can pretty yours up now… you can be a diva!” She teased and I loved it. I told her I know I’m feminine. I like pretty things. “Doesn’t bother me,” she said. She seems to like that about me. Fast forward to 4am. We finished painting but need more shelving so the job isn’t quite done. She had talked several times about having sex with me but was true to her word. Denied until the job is finished. We are about to go to Lowes get more shelving now.
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