Would You Tell Hoe Mean You Van Be To Your Sluts? You Ever Beat Or Even Mark Them?

Back to school moms

Back to school season was and still is kind to me.  I’ve had some moms proactively reach out and plan some day-dates since they have an empty house to deal with.  It’s hard to find time to get together with some stay-at-home moms during the summer with small kids running around.  After a summer of lacking time to sneak away, it builds up to the weeks when kids go back.

The short of it is that I had some sexy time with some local moms.  One mom had a traveling husband, so I went to her place without fear of having him walk in on us while we were fucking.  I have some day-dates set up for this week as well, as I fit it in with travel. I’m sure I will elaborate more on the subject as I have some time.

I wish there was something more crazy or wild to report with each of the encounters, but there wasn’t.  The ladies said they enjoyed getting more dolled up in a sexy way than they had in months.

Thank you for the great answer. Do you also have a bit of a bad boy image? Like long hair or tatoos or anything? Any particular clothing style? Maybe accentuate your bulge? Thanks

No.  I travel often and work in sales, so that style doesn’t fit what I’m usually in.  Properly groomed hair, facial or not, and suits are typically what I wear.  Don’t worry about trying to accentuate a bulge.  Work on an image and don’t half ass it.

Pre-Easter fuck

Last night I had a friend that came in from out of town to visit her family for Easter.  She left her kids with her family and came over to fuck.  She is divorced.  We used to fuck and she cheated on her husband when they were local and married.  She moved away with the divorce, which had nothing to do with her infidelity.  Her infidelity was a result of other things going on.

Anklet long game

About two months ago I met a woman at Kohls when I was doing an Amazon return. She was in front of me and as I approached we exchanged a glance which was pretty innocent. There were two people ahead and a bit of a line. She was wearing yoga pants and athletic top, but a light jacket. Blonde hair in a pony tail, but dark eyes. I was checking her out, but trying to avoid being noticed, but then I saw the anklet on her right ankle. Since we had people between us and she was ahead of me, I was assuming I wouldn't get the opportunity to chat her up. She made her return and smiled at me as she was leaving. I took note of which direction she went in case we could cross paths.

It didn't take long for me to get my return in and on my way out I went the same direction that she took to see if I could find her. I saw her lingering by the housewares section and approached her. Thankfully she was still near the walkway so it didn't appear too intentional. I asked her if she ever had trouble returning anything and she said no. She returned a dress that they messed up on. They not only sent the wrong style, but the wrong size. It was sealed with the right code though. I had similar things happen. We ended up in a conversation about the downfall of quality in Amazon where the marketplace feels flooded by knockoffs of knockoffs.

After a few minutes, I her body language changed. She stopped looking at whatever she was looking at. She was facing me, played with some strands of her hair by her ear, and she had a relaxed smile and laugh. Before the pedestrian conversation overstayed its welcome, I complimented her on her anklet and asked her where she got it. She thanked me and said that it does not get recognized often. I asked if her husband got it for her or if she picked it out herself. She said she picked it out, but her husband likes it. I asked if he gave his approval and she said yes and that he encouraged her to get it. I asked if it was her idea or his. She said his, but that she loves it.

The conversation within a conversation went on for about another minute before she beat me to the punch and asked for my contact info. She texted me a lips emoji so we both had our numbers. Over the next few weeks, we texted and it quickly got sexual. She recently got into the hotwife game. Her husband shared a kink with her and while she was initially turned off, she was intrigued. It took a long time for them to find someone, but eventually he found someone to fuck her while he watched. That was about five months ago and since then, she fucked two other guys. Of the three, only one she still fucks because two of the other guys got weird.

I've been insanely busy because of the end of our fiscal year at work (sales...), so I have not had time to meet up with many new friends. It did allow her and I to marinate and flirt to build up a massive amount of sexual tension where she would send nudes and even some content of the other men fucking her. This weekend, we finally got together. The husband wanted to meet me, so I met them for dinner. She looked amazing in a short dress that showed off her cleavage. The vibe was great, so they invited me back to their place and she rode with me. On the ride back, our hands were all over each other, even though I was driving. She had my cock out and was stroking it, one of her tits popping out of her dress and her dress hiked up so I could slide my fingers along and into her, past her thong.

We got back to their place and he watched her make out with me, in my parked car, in their driveway. It was an appetizer and we went inside while he watched us. Our mouths and hands were all over each other as I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I sat her down on her ass and leaned her back, hovering over her and kissing her, all while between her legs. I pulled her panties off and explored her with my hands and made my way down to take my time eating her pussy. Her husband just watched, slowly stroking his cock. The dirty talk escalated from her as I was buried between her thighs. It was mostly her talking to him, asking if he liked what he saw, telling him that I was going to fuck her. It was hot and she begged for me to fuck her. My mouth was covered in her and she came on my mouth once already. I pulled my cock out and slid into her. Her needy pussy was tight, but the wetness made it easy. I was losing my mind by this point and I NEEDED to fuck her. I bit my lip and pushed harder into her with each thrust despite the tightness.

The fucking was hard and with passion, taking time to kiss at times. Her husband came while I was fucking her from behind and she breathlessly talked dirty to him. He went to clean up and left us alone. We continued to fuck for some time and she begged for me to cum in her mouth as I was getting close. I could feel it and I told her. She hopped off of me and sucked my cock and stroked with her hand until I came in her mouth, her eyes looking up at me. I pushed her back onto her back at went down her pussy and as she was getting close, I slid my still-hard cock back into her. She came hard on my cock and dug her fingernails into my back, leaving marks. During this time, her husband came by to watch now and again, but never lingered for long. It took longer this time, but she said she wanted me to use her pussy to cum again and I did.

It was late and we hung out for a bit afterwards. She sat on her husband's lap and they kissed, still not having washed my cum from her mouth. I watched him eat her pussy for a bit as she teased him about her freshly fucked pussy. They asked if I wanted to hang out longer, but I left and said we should get together again sometime. He said it was cool if she met me alone, but he would like to watch sometime again.

I learned to appreciate that age range in an in-depth manner since my early 20s.

which is a more powerful experience for you: when the husband knows or when he doesn't?

When he doesn’t, especially if he is an asshole or abusive to her. The “I fucked your wife” power is strong.

Anything new going on lately?

Yes, actually.  I just haven’t posted much about my exploits in great detail.

Date night

Last night I went on a date with my mid-20s, single slut that I’ve been fucking.  Ton of energy and a cool-ass personality.  We’ve been fucking a lot lately and I declined her invite for me to be her NYE date with all of her friends.  It was a strong girlfriend-signal that I didn’t want to get into.  Anyway it’s hot because as we kiss and engage in foreplay, we share stories about our adventures.  She has a gorgeous girl-next-door face, big and unreasonably (and real) perky D tits, and petite frame despite her strong, dancer thighs.  She loves sex too much to not fuck guys after a date or two, so she has had trouble with guys only using her for sex.  Kind of like me, I guess.  We do more than just fuck, so maybe not like me.  Who knows.

Anyway, she shared stories as well as some pictures and videos of her sexual adventures.  Very hot and I showed her some of my own media, mostly of cheating wives.  Her hottest story was from two years ago when 7 guys fucked her as part of a bachelor party.  She went to a strip club with a group of friends, chatted up some guys, exchanged numbers with one of the guys, and instead of going home, she went to the hotel where the guys were staying.  Super risky since she was by herself, but she ended up making out with and playing just-the-tip with the bachelor.  The guys watched and cheered them on and she said fuck it, and sat on his cock down to the hilt.  Again, super risky, no condom and since she was on the pill, she let him cum in her.  By the time the bachelor pulled out, another guy had his cock out, ready to take his place.  All 7 guys had a chance with either her mouth or pussy, 4 of them were married, and 5 came in her pussy and 2 in her mouth.

For the next almost-year after that, the guys reached out to her to party, be it for a birthday party or whatever, each time ending the night with a gangbang.  One guy got caught cheating with another woman and it freaked out the group of guys and all but one of them ghosted her.  Lucky guys while it lasted!  Most guys have to pay for those situations!  I told her she could have made some money!

Really the moral of the story is that she’s a slut, lots of fun, and clean after STI testing!  I’m the first guy she told that story to, because she has been terrified of guys judging her slutty behavior and not wanting anything to do with her.  She said it turned her on to tell me as we were fucking.

Sex addiction

Someone I’ve been fucking lately started probing and asking me questions about myself.  Things like, why I do what I do.  The topic of sex addiction and maybe understanding where my promiscuous and taboo-seeking nature comes from.

I haven’t seen anyone professionally about this, but I will say (and many of you can deduce) that I’m addicted to sex.  I always seek it.  There is a form of validation that I receive when I fuck new women, sure.  It comes in the form of a thrill that I’ve attracted someone to the point that they will fuck.  The taboo is interlaced with it in that I validate my own sexuality when someone will cheat on their husband with me.  I see attractive women with wedding rings and I get hard.  I feel compelled to talk to and flirt with them.  I’m an attractive male with a big cock that makes a lot of money in my sales job.  It makes it relatively easy when you couple that with my confidence.  I feel that validation when I see a woman’s eyes and absorb her responses to flirting.  I feel it when she feels my hard body against hers and she appreciates how I look and feel.  I feel it when she sees the size of my cock.

That winning feeling of beating her husband because he isn’t giving her what she needs and (in the majority of situations) he simply cannot give her with an inferior cock.

I work out because I love it.  The endorphins I get and the high of working out is an addiction as well.  It’s the thrill and the feeling that just pumps through your veins.  It makes it easy when one addiction helps the success of another.  Thankfully I don’t have an addiction to any hard core drugs, although I’ve met a fair number of women who love to couple drugs, like cocaine, with their cheating habits.

There have been times that I tried to pull away from this lifestyle, but the addiction is too strong.  I have no anchor, as only a few close friends know about my vice and those that do are fucking me.  This isn’t something that I can easily and readily share with close friends, due to the immense level of social judgment that comes with the territory.  I travel often for work, so I’m oftentimes in random cities by myself and unless I lock myself in my hotel room, I am like a kid in a candy store, hopping from location to location, looking for interesting women to meet.

I’m not looking for sympathy, I just have this blog to vent my stories and experiences.  It’s good for me to tell my stories and be able to have a level of anonymity that comes with it.  I plan on sticking with this lifestyle for as long as I can.  I have zero desire to get married and make enough money to be that old rich guy on a boat, inviting women to come travel with me.

Thoughtful day.  Don’t try to stop me.  Come play with me!

It’s natural, isn’t it?  There is a reason we are primal animals that are drawn to the wild and the risk.