Ok. I Don’t Post Pics Of Myself, But If We Hit 2500 Followers, I’ll Post A Pic Of Our First Night

Let’s reenact this scene this morning, shall we?

You’re walking along the beach and find a half-buried object. You pick it up and discover it’s a brass oil lamp in the shape of a penis. You start rubbing it and suddenly, in a great spurt of smoke and fire from the tip, out pops a genie. He says he’s going to grant you three sex wishes. Here are the conditions: the first wish has to be something (sexual/physical) you’d change about your partner. The second wish has to be something (sexual/physical) you’d change about yourself. The third wish is has to be for your wildest sexual fantasy to come true. What are your three wishes?

Well, that didn’t last long. As soon as we posted, we got this message. How does one post an explicit photo and have it stay unflagged?

Hotwife Confession: The Poker Game

My husband G had a regular poker game, and once every few weeks the location rotates to our house. Usually I go out with the kids on those nights to keep them from disturbing the game, but on this occasion, they were spending the night at G’s parents’ house, so I had nothing to do. I decided to make some real food for the guys instead of the usual chips and dips they ate during the game.

I prepared some hot appetizers and had a plan to act as a server for them, keeping them at the table while I fetched cold beers throughout the game. I was getting ready for the evening as G set up the table and got out his poker set. I wore my black nylons and garter belt, a black lace bra, my little black cocktail dress, and high heels. G suggested that I add an apron to the ensemble so I’d look like a French maid, but I thought that was a bit much.

As the guys arrived, I offered them drinks, and they got the game going in short order. I brought out a tray of pigs in a blanket and mini spanakopita, and got a few compliments on the service, as well as a few on my outfit. After a few hands and a few more beers, G said that I should have taken his suggestion and worn the apron. The guys all agreed that I’d look hot in a French maid outfit and laughed about it. I decided to give them a little treat, and went upstairs to change.

I went to the bedroom and slipped out of the dress. I put on the panties that matched the bra, and slipped into a black silk hip-length camisole with a lace trim. On top of this, I put in a white lace apron and checked my makeup. I switched my heels for black stilettos just for effect.

As I came down the stairs, I snuck into the kitchen and got a serving tray, and brought out five cold beers in my makeshift French maid’s costume. As I entered the room, G’s friend Bill said, “holy shit!” as he watched me walk to the table, and eyed me from my heels, up my nylons to the exposed garter belt, over the apron to the lace trim of my cami and bra. All eyes turned to me, and G smiled broadly.

“Well guys, I told you she’d look hot as a French maid.” I made a show of serving each guy his beer, and bent over a little, sticking my ass out as I placed each beer on the table. Without a word, I turned to go back into the kitchen and as I reached the door, I let the tray slip out of my hands. I bent over to pick it up, and as I reached down, my camisole rode up and my ass was totally exposed with just the thong and garter belt in view. As I stood back up I giggled and turned around, gave a little curtsy, and walked back into the kitchen.

I gave them a few minutes to digest and react to what had just happened, and then called G into the kitchen. “Now you’ve done it,” I said to him. You’ve got me all horny and thinking dirty thoughts.”

“Well so have you,” he quipped. Every one of them is going to want a piece of that ass again now.”

“Again?” I asked. I suddenly realized what he meant, and remembered the time a few months before the pandemic when he’d blindfolded me and tied me to the bed for one of our “secret lover” sessions, and brought four guys in instead of just one. “They were the blindfold gangbang guys?”

“Yeah. They were. And I’m sure they’re all thinking about it right now.”

“I’ve got an idea. Go back inside and get the game going again. Let me know who wins the next hand.”

G returned to the table and got the guys back to the game. After a few minutes, he called in and said, “Kat, Dave just bluffed his way into winning a hand!”

I came out of the kitchen and walked over to the table. I put my hand on Bill’s shoulder and said, “excuse me, Bill. Will you make some room?” And as he pushed his chair away from the table, I got down under it in front of Dave. I ran my hand up his thigh and found his zipper, and as I pulled his half-hard cock from his fly, I said, “well, deal the next hand. Winner gets a treat.” I took the head of Dave’s cock into my mouth as G began dealing the next hand. Dave got fully hard quickly as I rolled my tongue around his head inside my mouth. His precum tasted yummy and I enjoyed the taste as I sucked his cock under the table. After a few minutes, Bill won a hand, so I pivoted toward him and unzipped his pants. He was already fully hard, and I had some difficulty getting him out of his fly, so he undid his belt and we worked together to slip his pants down and expose his big cock. He was thick and veiny and his precum has made a wet spot in his underwear as I sucked Dave’s cock. I licked his cock from the base to the tip and savored the slightly different flavor of his precum before taking the large, purple head into my mouth. He moaned as the next hand was dealt. I sucked the big head and stroked his thick shaft as my other hand caressed his balls.

Dave won the next hand, so I moved back toward him. His cock was leaking precum, and I took his shaft deep in my mouth in one gulp, going balls deep on the first stroke. He reached down to pull my head toward him, and I released him from my mouth and admonished, “no hands. You need them for poker. Play the game boys!” As I began again, I slipped my hand into his briefs and pulled out his balls so I could play with them while I sucked him off. Before I could get very far, Andy announced that he had won a hand.

I turned around under the table and found Andy already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. I slipped his boxers over his hard dick and gripped it in my hand, rubbing his precum into the soft spot under the head with my extended thumb. I licked the tip of his cock before taking him into my mouth. He was long and relatively thin, but his cock had an amazing curve like a banana. It would have been perfect for 69, but made under-the-table head a little difficult with his pants still on, so I slipped them down to his ankles. I angled his long cock toward me, and began sucking as the boys played cards above me.

His cock twitched and pulsed in my hand and mouth, and as I took more of it into my throat, Andy grabbed the edge of the table and shouted, “oh shit, I’m sorry!” as he came in my mouth. I continued sucking and swallowed his load, which filled my mouth quickly with each pulse of his long cock. The guys teased him a little about his fast release, and I kept his cock in my mouth, gently sucking and drawing out every last drop of his delicious jizz.

A few minutes later, G announced he’d won a hand, so I turned toward my husband and helped him slip down his pants. I took his familiar cock into my mouth, and tugged on his balls as I deep throated his cock. His precum flowed from his dick and I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and squeezed it as I sucked on his head.

Part 2 coming soon…I promised this story to a fan a few days ago and I feel bad that I haven’t posted it until now. More to cum soon, I promise!

What should I write about next? There’s so much to share and I’d like to know what you want to hear about:

Our first visit to a swingers’ club

Our second visit to a swingers’ club (Halloween costume party) DONE

My first time attending a hotel gangbang party DONE

My hotwife hookup in a hotel with Joe (the best fuck I’ve EVER had)

My hotwife hookup with Daniel (romantic dinner date at a fancy restaurant followed by sex at his house)

My first cheating experience with hubby’s best friend (before I became a hotwife) DONE

Our first vacation hotwife experience in Punta Cana DONE

Hotwife Confession: Gangbang Porn

Lately, G and I have been watching Czech Gangbang porn together. The thought of having 50 or more guys come to our house and fuck me over and over, cumming inside me and on my body and in my mouth... having cocks in my pussy, ass, hands, and mouth (sometimes all at once)...being completely covered in cum...all while G watches...

1) TOTALLY turns me on.

2) TOTALLY turns G on.

3) Is my ultimate gangbang fantasy.

4) Is G's ultimate cum cleanup fantasy.

5) Is definitely a bucket list item for us.

(Just please leave the silly masks at home...)

And while we're on the subject, the Czech Fantasy videos with the gloryholes/fuck windows and all the girls getting anonymously pounded by dozens of guys...OMG...I would love to be in one of those! Another bucket list item!

I just love waking up first and helping wake up the others…

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Her Ex Over the Phone

“Hey babe, what’s up?”

“Hiiiiiii,” she said, her voice less of a slur and more of a moan. It was a sound that was intimately familiar. Achingly so.

“Where are you?”

“He asked me up for a drink after dinner.”

The phone felt heavy in my hand as I lay back on our bed. When she told me she was going out with her ex for dinner so they could catch up I asked her. Was it going to be more? Did she want to hook up with him again? Just be honest and we’ll work it out.

But she had said no again and again until I began to believe her. At least until I answered the phone.

“Are you having a good time?” I asked, unsure of what answer I wanted.

“We’re having a VERY good time,” she whispered, a hint of a giggle in her voice.

“Is he there now?”

“I’m calling from the bathroom. You know. I wanted to talk before it went too far.”

My traitorous cock twitched at the implication. How far had it gone if not too far? And was she calling to ask for permission?

“What’s too far?” I finally asked, my voice low and intentional.

“I meant any further than it already has. Please don’t be mad, I know I said nothing was going to happen, but you know me better than I do, I guess. He’s just so…”

“So what?”

“So familiar.”

Her answer sent a jolt through me––a combination of jealousy and desire. It was a deadly combination and I couldn’t let it go. I asked her again what had happened and this time there was something else in her voice. Something deep and demanding.

Something that no longer asked for forgiveness.

“We started kissing when we got back here, but it was all so familiar, you know? And it felt silly to stop just because…I mean, just because I’m married now. So we went to the bedroom and I guess I got carried away. It’s been so long and I wanted to remember. I knelt on the floor by his bed, I undid his jeans, and I sucked his cock.”

“Did he come?” I asked, my cock now achingly hard.

“In my mouth.”

“Fuck,” I said, reaching down and touching myself. “Is that it? Or was there more? Do you want more?”

“It’s been so long,” she sighed. “I don’t think I can hold back. Even if I wanted to.”

“You don’t want to?”

“No,” came her reply. “Just once more. Just one more time I want to…”

“To what?”

“I want to fuck him.”

“But you haven’t yet?”

Her pause was long and weighty. I held my breath even as my hand moved faster. I could picture his face as she lay on her back, her legs open––waiting for him. I knew the games they played and the way they fucked, god knows she had told me enough times.

“Not really. He rubbed against me. But he didn’t put it in. I got up to call you first. It barely counts, right? Maybe the head, but just a little. We used to fuck all the time, so it felt strange to hold back. No more than halfway in, I promise.”

“Fuck, Beth, that’s so much. His cock was inside you?”

“Only a little.”

I paused again before I asked the next question. It was out of my control, and besides, I was going to come in short order.

“And you want the rest of it?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “He felt so good, and I’ve missed it. I promise I’ll be good and come home to you. I’ll come back when we’re done and tell you all about it.”

“Will you be safe?”

Her pause lasted for hours.

“We never have before, and besides…”

“Besides what?”

“He was already there. I mean, we didn’t really fuck, but he was in me. I had to stop before I let him keep going. Please, just let me have this. I want him to fuck me so badly. I want him to take me and use me and…I want him to…”

“You want his come?” I asked, my hand moving faster and faster.

“Yes,” she admitted as I felt myself reach the point of no return. “I promise I’ll be home soon. We’re both so close and he’s so ready. Besides…I already promised him. I already told him he could come inside me, just like he always did. I love you and I’ll see you soon.”

The phone went dead as I picture it all and I cried out into my lonely room as I exploded onto my hand and the bed, coming harder than I had in months.

I pictured her on her back, his thick cock inside her as she begged for it, and I knew she was already there. I knew that just seconds after she hung up he was inside her, fucking her––fucking my wife––because she wanted it more than she could bear.

When my phone went off a moment later with a picture, my cock was instantly hard again. I stared at it and held my breath wondering how I let it happen.

And then I was on my stomach, jerking off frantically as I stared at the screen and waited desperately for her to come home to me.

Waiting for her to let me taste her after everything she had done.

Waiting for her to tell me she loved me.

-gny

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Well it seems you're getting some serious judgment in the asks. That's obnoxious. Do you like to hear about your followers jacking off to your stories? Asking for a friend ;)

We don’t mind the judgement. We expected to get it based on what we’ve seen on others’ blogs.

G’s dad used to say, “that’s why they make both chocolate and vanilla!” Well, the stuff we post isn’t just plain old vanilla or chocolate. It’s not even French Vanilla or Chocolate Fudge. Not everyone likes Pralines and Cream or Jamocha Almond Fudge like we do. We don’t like Bubble Gum, personally. The difference is that we don’t point out what a weirdo the other guy is when he orders it. We might get to the car and say, “did you see that guy ordered Bubble Gum ice cream? Gross!” But we don’t stop him on the way out of the store and ask, “what, are you some kind of fag? Only queers eat Bubble Gum ice cream. MY husband is a REAL man who only eats plain vanilla. He would NEVER eat that Bubble Gum stuff. That’s fairy food!” It’s just not polite. So, we say again: “to each his own.”

By the same token, Kat likes to share her Pralines and Cream. I enjoy watching her do that. When she’s done, I like to lick the spoon. And the bowl. And if there’s a little whipped cream or Pistachio ice cream in there from someone else’s sundae, all the better. I realize all of this is an imperfect analogy, and it’s a little childish, but trying to explain oneself to an anonymous stranger on the internet is as futile as arguing politics with a fanatic. Hopefully this comment brings a little understanding to the situation. We’re not trying to convince anyone we’re “normal” because there’s an inherent flaw in the assumption that there is a “normal” at all. If you think that someone who only eats chocolate or vanilla is “normal,” but label them as “different” or “weird” if they eat other flavors (or even a scoop of chocolate and a scoop of vanilla together (God forbid!), you’re missing the point. That’s why they make 31-derful flavors at the ice cream parlor. All of them are normal. Everyone’s tastes are different. And we don’t have to eat the bubble gum if we don’t want to. But you go ahead and enjoy yours. We won’t judge. Even if you eat bubble gum ice cream with caramel sauce and gummy bears. We don’t care what you like. But we do like that you’re smiling when you eat it. Enjoy!

And to answer your question from a friend, yes! Absolutely. We love to hear from fans of our stories. We love it when we get comments and messages...especially ones that let us know “how much” you enjoyed them. “Keep those cards and letters coming!” And happy jacking!