That Was The Big Question I Asked After We Had Reached This Conclusion (or Commencement?). It Was Bizarre

I love getting reader feedback, especially the shy ones who read and never post on Tumblr. I got a message from a woman yesterday that I want to share, because of the frank honesty and the minor twist on things. Edited for brevity, but the backstory is that the woman describes herself as a “conservative, Christian mother, married for 21 years, three kids, 44 years old.” 

“About a year ago my husband and I were discussing this, we found your blog and used it as a great conversation piece. He encouraged me to explore this kind of sexual relationship, but unlike you guys we decided to make it purely between me and the other guy. Meaning this: my husband told me that if I did it, he’d prefer to know that I am in fact having an extra sexual relationship, but he didn’t want to know who it is or when I do it–just that it is happening. We of course agreed about steps for safety, him knowing where I am and all that, and about discretion. I think he maybe thought it was a dare and didn’t think I’d actually go through with it. However, it only took two weeks on a dating site to find the perfect “boyfriend”. 

“A few posts of yours ago, you reposted something about this kind of relationship kindling a “productive jealousy” with the husband. I’m here to tell you that, for us at least, that is like 1 million times percent true. We had hit kind of a rut in our marriage, having sex 3-4 times a month maybe. Now? Ever since this started, it’s like 5 times A WEEK. It is way, way better too–more passionate, he is going down on me regularly, and the attention he’s giving me is way more than before. And seriously, I’m only having sex with my “side guy” about once or twice a month. That sex is off-the-charts too. I think you posted something some time ago about a wife just needing a hard dick and rough sex every now and then. Yeah. True. Now that there’s trust in the other guy and safety is no issue, I usually don’t tell my husband when I see my BF. Sometimes he doesn’t know, sometimes he does know-he can smell it or just intuit that I’ve been with another man. It’s weirdly primal, and unweirdly a turn on. I check in with him often–as in, ‘are you ok with me doing this?’. His answer is always enthusiastically yes–as I know it will be. But still it’s a cautionary example, because I’d encourage everyone to regularly do a check-in with your spouse. This type of sexual relationship can be insanely rewarding on many levels, but it also deserves a lot of communication and affirmation.”

StagLife

Natalie Dormer

Faye Reagan & Georgia Jones

Milwaukee Trip

After weeks of sexting back and forth, I found an opening to go visit the Milwaukee slut wife that I fucked in Nashville.  Her husband left Sunday morning, which left a window for her to make sure he got on his plane so I could come up and visit.  I was up there by the afternoon and parked in the garage to avoid prying eyes.  She greeted me wearing a skin-tight dress, heels, stockings, and her makeup all done.  The kind of look that is borderline elegant, but leaning more towards revealing to get looks.

When I walked in, we kissed for 15+ minutes and ended up on the couch without even having said a word to each other.  We laughed and had some wine, but didn’t finish it before we were all over each other again.  I eventually carried her upstairs and pulled her dress down to expose her tits.  I pulled her hair back to kiss her neck and work my lips down to and around her nipples.  I teased her and she straddled me, grinding on me as I kissed, sucked-on, and bit her nipples.  She pulled out some nipple clamps from a drawer and I put them on her.  I asked her if she missed me.  In between kisses and biting her lower lip, she told me she has wanted me so bad.  She hadn’t found a good opportunity to cheat since she was with me, but admitted that she thought of me every time she fucked her husband.

I pushed her down to her knees and got on the bed so she could take me in her mouth.  She licked and stroked my shaft with her left hand.  I grew harder seeing her wedding ring against my cock.  I grabbed her hair and pushed her mouth down on me to take me until she gagged.  Her gag reflex was terrible and she admitted that she didn’t think she was good at giving head.  It felt good, I had her lie down and hang her head over the bed and I slid my cock into her mouth to get a direct line to her throat.  I got in deep and she gagged terribly, but gave her some breaks while I fucked her mouth.  It was ok, to be honest and I don’t think she was into it.  Hahaha.  She never did that with other man, so I popped her throat’s cherry, so there’s that.

Anyway, I changed things up and lifted her dress up only to enjoy pushing her panties aside and pressing the tip of my bare cock into her as she was on her back and her legs were spread.  I eased into her and was the first bare cock she’s felt, other than her husband’s, since she got married.  It was hot seeing her juices all over my cock as I looked down, the tight squeeze of her cunt on me until she loosened up so I could go further in until I bottomed out.  Eventually the wet fabric of her panties started their typical irritating friction on my shaft, so I just ripped them off.  I put my hand on her throat while I fucked her.  I lifted a leg up to reach down and slap her ass hard.  She wanted me to slap her tits, pinched nipples and all.

The dirty talk was much dirtier than last time.  I fucked her on her marital bed in sight of pictures of her and her husband.  I fucked her from behind and pressed her face into the bed.  She begged me to, “Rape [her] pussy,” to fuck her like I hated her, and to put a real man’s baby in her.  She said she was ovulating (a lie to just make the moment dirtier) and she asked if it turned me on that she lied when she told me she was on the pill (she really was, but was just trying to make it dirtier with some role play).

So I fucked her like I hated her.  I held her down and choked her; slapped my cock against her pussy, ass, and face, telling her that she was a worthless whore.  I told her that I owned her now and if she told her husband that I “raped” her that he wouldn’t want her anymore.  I ruined her makeup and made her gag on my cock again, which was fucking hot this time around.  The next time I got in her pussy I was ready to go and without warning, I came deep in her pussy.  She was so turned on she said in all manner of filthy words how she (role play) didn’t want me to cum in her because I would impregnate her fertile pussy and what would she tell her husband if she got pregnant?  I stayed hard after I came and fucked her for a while more.

That was Sunday.  We stayed at a nice hotel downtown together so we wouldn’t be caught by any surprise visitors (should her husband come home or someone with prying eyes stop by).  I stayed until Tuesday and the sex on Sunday night, Monday, and Tuesday morning was fucking amazing.  The sex was passionate and if it wasn’t rough, it was gentle and sexy in a very different way.  It was a great use of “sick days” for both of us.