Sometimes I Just Need A Bigger, Thicker Cock Than Yours To Stretch Me Out, Dear. And I Love You So Much

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Cheating Wife Confession: In His Office

After having gotten my hands on his beautiful cock that afternoon, I couldn’t wait for more. I wanted him inside me so bad it actually hurt. We had arranged to meet for “lunch” at his office the next day, but neither of us wanted to wait that long. Within an hour after he left, we were texting back and forth about what had happened, what we wanted to happen, and how we were going to keep it all a secret. I couldn’t believe how excited I was all night. My phone was on silent so hubby wouldn’t notice, but he heard it a few times and saw me surreptitiously typing replies. When he asked who I was texting with so late, I told him it was just my sister. (Note to husbands and boyfriends: in case you’re wondering...if she’s constantly hiding the screen, keeping the phone on silent all the time, laying it face-down, and making sure she doesn’t ever leave it unattended...yes...she’s almost definitely cheating on you!)

By the time I went to bed, the flirting had moved on to downright raunchy sexting! I was aching and my pussy was dripping wet. I had the phone on my night table when G came to bed. It buzzed and he asked me again who that could be. I told him my sister was having problems and might text me at all hours. I stuffed the phone under my pillow and turned toward G. I put on my sexiest grin and said “Hey, hon...I know it’s late, but would you mind going down on me tonight?” He was between my legs and licking my soaked pussy within seconds. I heard the phone buzz again, and I said, “sorry hon...please keep going. I’ll tell her I’m going to bed and to stop texting.” While he continued eating my pussy, I picked up the phone and secretly snapped a picture of him going down on me and sent it to Tom with the caption, “I wish this was you!” A few second later, I got a pic of Tom’s hand wrapped around his cock with the caption, “wish you were here.” I typed the obvious response: “so do I.”

After a few minutes, G gave me the orgasm I needed and as I came, he started to mount me. He slipped his dick inside me, and thrust his hips back and forth a few times, cumming almost instantly. As usual, his dick shrank quickly, and slipped out of me as his cum leaked down my ass crack onto the sheets. He rolled off me, gave me a kiss, and turned toward his side of the bed. I got up, grabbed my phone, and went into the bathroom to clean up. I texted Tom one last time, and told him I was sorry, but I couldn’t wait for lunch the next day, and needed some relief from all the built up sexual tension from our texting. I wished he was the one who’d made me cum, and in reality...it was, since I was thinking about him and his big, beautiful cock the whole time, fantasizing that it was his mouth on my pussy and his fingers exploring my g-spot. 

The next morning, after the kids went off to school and G went to work, I texted Tom to say good morning. I was hoping he hadn’t had second thoughts, and that we were still “on” for lunch. He was already at work, and had a lecture starting in a few minutes. He said he’d be on “radio silence” for an hour or so, but he’d text me when he was out of class. I put on my robe, made a cup of coffee, and thought about what to wear to lunch. I picked a cute sundress with a fitted bodice and a sweetheart neckline that would show off my tits and accentuate my figure. I found a nice lace thong and demi-cup bra that would really make “the girls” look good. I picked out a sexy pair of pumps with high heels. I was going to do my best to look as sexy as I could for our first “date.” 

He texted me about 10, and said lunch would be great around noon. He gave me directions to his office, and told me where on campus I could find the best parking. I asked how much time we’d have, and he said he didn’t have another class after lunch until 3. I hopped in the shower and washed up, but not before treating myself to a quick orgasm with my massaging shower head. After the shower, I did my hair and makeup and got dressed. I looked myself over in the mirror and felt pretty confident that he would be more than pleased. I thought about it for a minute, and realized that i hadn’t gotten all dressed up to attract a man in years. It was really exciting!

I arrived on campus at about a quarter to twelve, and found my way to the second floor of the administration building. When I knocked on his door, he beckoned me in as he finished his phone call. As a dean, his office was larger than the little cubicles most college professors get stuck in, and had a nice view overlooking the quad. I walked over to the window and did my best to give him a nice view of my silhouette as I stretched my back, pushing out my tits in a little show just for his benefit. As he hung up the phone, he rose from his desk and crossed the room to give me a hug and kiss. Our tongues met as our lips locked, and the electricity shot through my body once again. He broke the kiss and went over to the door to give us some privacy and ensure we’d be undisturbed. He locked the door, and turned back toward me. Damn! He looked sexy. He was wearing suit pants, but had removed his jacket and tie, and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to reveal his tattoo sleeves underneath. As he crossed the room, I could feel my pussy start to quiver with anticipation, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. I wasn’t used to kissing someone so tall. Luckily my heels helped with the height difference, but he had to bend down pretty far to reach me. I had my arms around his neck and he held me by the waist as we kissed again. This time I broke the kiss and ran my hands over his chest, feeling his toned body. I pushed him gently backwards toward his desk, and teasingly pushed him into his chair. 

I hiked up the skirt of my sundress and made a show of straddling him, sitting on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck once again. Ahhh, this was much more comfortable. I could feel his cock underneath me, and his strong hands grasped my butt cheeks as we continued kissing and caressing each other. He kissed my cheek, and then my ear, and bit my earlobe softly. then he kissed down my neck and across my collar bone, and I arched my back for him. He kissed his way across my chest and as he reached my considerably accentuated cleavage, he grasped both breasts and gently pushed them upward, giving each a kiss through the thin fabric of my dress. I decided to return the kisses in kind, and pulled his head up by his chin, giving him a kiss on the lips. As he opened his mouth to kiss me back, I nibbled his lower lip. Then I kissed his cheek, and moved downward in a train of kisses to his neck and chest. when I reached the first button of his shirt, I deftly opened it with one hand, revealing his tattooed chest. I bent down to get one more button undone and give him another kiss, and I slipped off his lap and moved my hands to his thighs, separating them as I knelt on the floor in front of him. I caressed his thighs as I moved my hands closer to his crotch, and I could feel his manhood throbbing and straining for release. I unbuckled his leather belt, and undid his pants, slowly unzipping his fly. He pushed my hair out of his way so he could see my face, and as I reached in to take out his cock, he ran his fingers through my hair on both sides of my head. I love having a man run his fingers through my hair, and it made me tingle all over when he did it.

I pulled his big dick out of his pants, and kissed the tip. It was wet with precum, and tasted salty and delicious. He was SOOOO much bigger than G, and I couldn’t hold back from trying to deep throat his huge member. I hadn’t had a cock this big since I was in college, and I wasn’t sure I could still do it without gagging, but I was damn sure going to try! I ran my tongue in a circle around his head, and licked the tip again before tilting my head and licking it from the base to the head on the left side, and then tilting the other way and licking all the way up the right side, all while locking eyes with him. Then I licked his balls, taking each one into my mouth and gently sucking before licking his shaft right up the underside until my tongue hit the tip again and I was rewarded with a twitch of his cock and a fresh glob of delicious precum. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked gently. As I took more of him into my mouth, a teased him with my tongue. I got almost to the base of his shaft when I began to gag a little. I concentrated as hard as I could on suppressing the reflex, and took him deeper into my throat. I held my breath as he blocked my air passage, and felt him deep in the back of my throat as my lips reached the end of his cock. I held him there for a second or two, and then began bobbing my head up and down on his huge rod as I caressed his balls with one hand and stroked the base of his shaft with the other. He continued to stroke my hair as he held my head with two hands. He wasn’t pulling me down onto him, but the feeling that he might do so at any moment was driving me wild. I deep throated him a couple of more times, and when I felt his balls begin to tighten, I stood up, pulled my skirt up, pulled down my thong and kicked it off to the side, and mounted his lap again. I pressed my dripping wet pussy against his shaft and moved my hips forward and back, stroking him with my pussy lips. I felt his hips moving as he gyrated them against my snatch, and he grasped my waist as our pelvises did their mating dance. I looked him in the eyes and said, “now. Fuck me now, Tom.”

He didn’t waste any time, and grasped his cock by the base, aiming it at my tight hole. I lowered myself slowly, wanting him deep inside me, but not sure if he was too big to slip in quickly. My lips parted for his head, and I stretched to accommodate his girth. I was soaking wet, and so was he, so we fit together perfectly. He was filling me up like I hadn't felt in years, and reaching places inside my vagina that no man had hit for years. Even my biggest toys had nothing on this beautiful cock inside me. As he pressed against my cervix, I still wasn’t down to the base of his huge cock, so I hovered there and moved up and down slowly, moving lower and lower, closer and closer, deeper and deeper with every few strokes. Finally, my pussy had stretched enough to accommodate all of him, and I was down on his lap, his cock deeeeeeep inside of me, and stretching me to my limits. I was ready to ride him and began humping his cock as he squeezed my tits, pushing me up and down as I rode him. It was so fucking hot...I was fucking this sexy, gorgeous guy, and thinking of nothing but the pleasure we were giving to each other. Right there. In the moment. Just the two of us. I wasn’t a wife and mother in a stale marriage...I was a sex goddess being fucked by an Adonis with a nine inch cock, and feeling like I was 20 again. He reached down to my clit and started rubbing it with his thumb as we fucked, and within seconds, had me cumming on his shaft, my legs quivering and unable to move. He took over the thrusting from underneath, and pumped deep inside me until my orgasm subsided. 

He lifted me off his cock and we stood for a second, as he slid the papers on his desk to one side. He lifted me up and dumped me onto the end of his desk as he lined up his tool with my pussy again. He slammed into me and took over control...fucking my tight pussy deeper and harder with every stroke. I pulled my dress over my head and laid there on his desk with just my heels and demi bra. My tits were bouncing sexily with every thrust of his hips. I squeezed my PC muscles rhythmically, massaging his cock with my pussy as he fucked me. He began to grunt and he said he was going to cum soon. As much as I wanted him to cum inside me, I also wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste his man seed, and feel it run down my throat as I swallowed every last drop. I asked him, “where do you want to cum? In my mouth or in my pussy?” I got my answer a moment later, as his seed burst inside me, filling me with jet after jet of hot cum. He continued thrusting, and his cock stayed mostly hard...I could feel his cum all inside me and heard the sound of my sloppy, cum-filled pussy as he continued fucking me. He rubbed my clit some more, and I began to cum again. As the electric shocks and heat started coursing through my body, my legs straightened involuntarily and started shaking uncontrollably. I came hard on his cock, and I could feel him just beginning to soften as his cum started dripping out of my pussy, down his balls, and onto the edge of his desk.

He kissed me deeply, and I could taste the sweat on his lips. We were both covered in perspiration from our exercise, and we were panting as we came down from the sexual high that we’d both just shared. He pulled the rest of the way out of me, slumped into his chair, his pants around his ankles, and his cock hung between his legs, glistening in our combined sex fluids. I couldn’t resist the urge, and I knelt in front of him again, naked except for my bra and heels, and licked and sucked his cock clean. I helped him straighten himself up and get dressed. I stood in front of him naked, and he stared at my body. I spun around for him, and blew him a kiss as I reached for my dress. I slipped into it and straightened it out, as I felt more of his cum flow out of my pussy and down my thigh. I grabbed a tissue from the desk and wiped up the glob of sticky cum from my leg, wiped my pussy, and tossed the tissue into the wastebasket. I bent over to pick up my thong, and he playfully slapped my ass. I stepped into the thong and pulled it up, straightened my dress, and asked, “did you enjoy your lunch?”

“That was the best damned lunch I’ve had in years,” he said as he smiled at me. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

I looked him deep in the eyes and said, “me too. Can we do this again tomorrow?”

Stag Confession

I’m thrilled she’s begun posting about our adventures. It makes me hard reading everything she writes! And YES...I love the thought of sharing her with other men...for me it’s not about humiliation or cuckolding. I love to see her transform from the sweet, innocent wife and mother into my hotwife “Kat,” the powerful, sexy, “knows-what-she-wants-and-takes-it” vixen in the red dress and fuck-me heels. Watching another man’s cock enter her is a huge turn on for me, but seeing and hearing her cum and watching her react to the pleasure she’s feeling is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. The first time was amazing, and after that, it’s only gotten better and better. 

I’ll play…ask away!

Let’s be inappropriate…

When was the last time you masturbated?

Do you enjoy being fingered/fingering?

How do you feel about food during sex?

What do you do directly after sex?

Cuddle with the tip in?

What’s the nastiest sexual thing you’ve done?

Name a follower you would fuck.

Name a follower you have fucked.

What’s the sexiest part of your body?

FuckMarryKill: DJ Khalid, Rick Ross, Fat Joe

Would you ever be with a trans person?

Riding dick or doggy style?

Ever fucked in a school?

Most random place you’ve had sex?

Would you ever be part of the mile high club?

Name three of your spots.

Fuck on the first date?

Do you suck dick?

Do you eat ass?

Do you eat pussy?

Do you like kissing?

Is farting during sex sexy?

Ever fucked in the shower?

How old were you when you lost your virginity?

Do you prefer sex in the morning, afternoon, or night?

Do you like drunk sex?

Do you like high sex?

FuckMarryKill: Nicki Minaj; Cardi B; Kash Doll

When was your first kiss?

How did you meet the person you lost your virginity to?

Have you ever faked an orgasm?

Ever painted/been painted on?

You like sex toys?

What’s your favorite sex position?

Sex on a bed, couch, or floor?

Do you like car sex?

You get instantly horny; what happened?

FuckMarryKill: Trey Songz, Chris Brown, August Alsina.

Describe your crush.

Woukd you ever be with someone with an incurable STD?

Rate your head game.

Rate your sex.

Would you fuck someone outside of your race?

Describe the type of freak you are.

Ever tasted your own nut/cum?

Into golden showers?

Body count: Under or Over 25?

How do you feel about nipple play?

Where do you like to be nutted on?

Which are you better at: topping or bottoming?

What do you consider “too small?”

Is play fighting foreplay?

Do you like angry sex?

How long should a quickie be?

How long is “too long” to have sex?

How long is “too long” to go without sex?

Is “no” relevant in a relationship?

Do you believe in no-strings-attached sex?

Would you have sex in a public bathroom?

Would you have sex in a changing room?

Who was the last person you had sex with?

Describe your type.

Name 3 turn-ons.

Name 3 turn-offs.

Name something that would make you stop in the middle of sex.

Would you answer a phone call during sex?

Would you ever pay for sex?

Would you accept money for sex?

How do you typically feel after sex?

Do you like your body?

Ever sent nudes?

Have you ever cheated on someone?

Have you ever been cheated on?

Would you have a threesome?

Would you have a foursome?

Would you take part in an orgy?

Would you let’s train be ran on you?

How often do you masturbate?

Sex with the lights on or off?

Sex with music or tv in the background?

Do you have a cousin you’d fuck if you weren’t related?

In your last relationships, rate the sex?

Do you sleep naked?

How often do you go commando?

Are your nipples pierced? If not, would you get them pierced?

Do you dive right into sex, or converse first?

After taking your clothes off, what’s the first move?

Do you make the first move?

Have you ever had sex with more than one person in a day?

Do you like dryhumping ?

Can you twerk or do a split on a dick?

Have you ever been recorded during sex?

Do you watch porn during sex?

After fucking, do you try becoming friends with a one night stand?

What’s your kink?

Would you hook up with the same hook-up again?

Ever made a relationship from a one night stand?

How romantic are you during sex?

Describe your sex in 5 words or less.

I’m feeling like Oprah today…

You get a hole!

You get a hole!

You get a hole!

Everybody gets a hole!

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!

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?

In a recent post you said to your husband “I’m sorry, hon, but sometimes I just need to fuck a bigger, thicker cock than yours.” That’s a pretty condensating thing to tell your husband. You seem to be saying that your husband, with his normal sized cock, is inadequate and can no longer satisfy you sexually? After reading your stories it seems your saying sex with your bigger bulls is considerably better than sex ever was with you husband

Thanks for the comment. Actually, he does satisfy me most of the time, and he knows I love having sex with him. We chose this lifestyle together after he discovered that me being with other men (especially those who are significantly more endowed than he is) turns him on. Some of the sex I’ve had with other men has been physically more pleasurable than with my husband. They can reach places and take me on rides that he never could. But that doesn’t mean that my husband doesn’t satisfy me, or that he’s inadequate. We just both happen to like the fact that I have the freedom to be with men who can do more for me (and therefore vicariously for him) than he is able to do himself. It’s a personal choice, and we’re both very happy with our lifestyle. We’ve been enjoying it for almost ten years, so it’s not a novelty for us, and we’ve learned to navigate the pitfalls. We’ve also learned the hard way that total honesty and clear communication are of the utmost importance in this lifestyle.

Those nipples are outstanding! (Pun intended)

It’s a beautiful morning…❤️

Today is hubby's birthday...which means I get to give a mind-blowing blowjob this morning. And for his present, he'll get to hear all about it while I jerk him off tonight. ;)

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