I’m Willing To Open Up (pun Intended) For Anyone…

It would be amazing to be behind you on a trail riding that bike with the cockseat.

Yes, but if you were behind me I’d want you to pull me over into a secluded grove just off the trail and mount me from behind, slamming your thick cock deep inside me, fucking my dripping wet pussy harder with each stroke, until you unload your heavy balls with a final thrust and a loud groan deep into my womb. 🚴🏻‍♀️🍑🍆🚴🏽‍♂️

I’ve changed my blog name from “gg-kc-mw4m” to “hot-wife-confessions”. Hopefully it’ll make the purpose of my blog a little clearer!

Cheating Wife Confession: “Our Spot”

I was shopping at WalMart one afternoon, and as I was walking around the store, I was texting Tom, telling him all the things I wanted to do to him the next time we were able to get together. Things were getting pretty hot and heavy, and he texted me asking where I was right then. I said I was out shopping, but I’d be done shortly. He texted back that he was leaving work, but he had to stop off to pick up a few things...at WalMart. My heart jumped, and we arranged to meet in the overflow parking lot on the side of the store (no one ever parks there). I quickly checked out and put my things in the car, and drove around to the side of the store to park and wait. A few minutes later, I saw his car approaching, and he pulled into the spot next to mine. I got out of the car and hopped into the passenger seat of his.

We kissed, as his hand wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me toward him. My hand explored his chest and caressed his neck as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I was dripping wet from texting him, and now I felt like I was on fire. I ran my hand down his chest and to his belly, then over his belt to his crotch, and felt his semi-erect cock through his pants. I gave it a playful squeeze and then cupped his balls in my hand, as I broke our kiss and began kissing him in a trail of kisses all the way from his chin to his waist. When I reached the buckle of his belt, I undid it, and unbuttoned his pants, as I pulled down his zipper. He lifted his hips and helped me pull his pants down slightly, as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slid them down as well. 

His cock was getting harder now, and I stroked it gently as I looked him in the eyes one last time before going down on him. He pressed a button on the door and his seat began to recline, which gave me much better access. I kissed the tip of his engorged head, and tasted his precum. Oh, how I love that taste! I savored it in my mouth for just a moment, before swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, and licking him up and down his shaft. I was able to kneel on the passenger seat and lean over the console, so that I had the base of his shaft in my left hand, my thumb and forefinger encircling it, and his balls in my right hand. As i closed my lips around the end of his cock, I stroked his shaft and massaged his balls. He was laid back in his seat, moaning softly and his right hand rubbed my back and his left held onto the handgrip on the ceiling of the car. 

We both knew we only had a few minutes together, so there was no effort to prolong things. He tried to reach my pussy with his right hand, but the seat back was a little too far forward, so I stopped blowing him for a second to find the lever and push it back. I adjusted my position and went back to sucking and stroking him, as his fingers found my crotch. I was wearing jeans, and he could feel the moist heat from my pussy through the fabric as he rubbed my vag while I blew him.

I placed both hands around his shaft and began stroking him with an alternating clockwise-counterclockwise twisting motion as I sucked his head and teased him with the swirling motion of the tip of my tongue. His hips began to thrust as he pumped his cock into my mouth, and his moans grew slightly louder. His fingers were stroking my pussy through my jeans, and I began to moan as well. The vibrations of my mouth sent him over the edge, and he began thrusting harder. I closed my lips tightly around his thick shaft, and took him deep into my throat. His cock started to pulsate, and he released his load into my hungry mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, and when I choked a little and some spilled out and ran down his shaft, I swallowed again, and then licked up the cum from his cock and balls. I lifted my head, and climbed over the console to straddle him as best as I could. He wrapped his arms around me, and I kissed him hard on the mouth. 

I lifted my head, looked him in the eyes, and said, “I have to get home now, but I’m glad there’s enough room to get on top of you like this...because next time I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

That back parking lot became “our spot” to meet for a quick kiss, a rub & tug, a blow job, or a quickie fuck. I think I might be the only woman in America that gets wet and tingly when she thinks about going shopping at WalMart.

Woohoo! 1,000 followers! If it wasn’t for the COVID pandemic, I’d throw a gangbang party and thank you ALL properly!

Ok. I’ll join the Navy if you give me this outfit and station me on an aircraft carrier with 3200 horny sailors.

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.

Rainy day confession: Stuck at home today. I’m super horny and I feel like sexting with a stranger while G eats my pussy for breakfast.

Sometimes I just need a bigger, thicker cock than yours to stretch me out, dear. And I love you so much for encouraging me to find one.

Me ;)

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