Hotwifing Exposed

Got a hotwifing story to share?

2012-01-27T12:01:00.002Z

I'm interested in publishing guest blog posts by hotwife hubbies with interesting stories to tell.

It would be particularly interesting to post more stories about how you got started, as this is the question that Anna and I are asked most frequently by guys who contact us after reading the blog.

Who started it?

If it was hubby, how did you start "the conversation"?

How long did it take between broaching the subject and getting started for real?

How did you find your first lover?

What emotional hurdles have you had to deal with?

If you're keen to contribute, anonymously, with or without pictures, please send me an email to:

hotwifingexposed [at] yahoo [dot] co [dot] uk

Thanks
Ben

In praise of boobs - part 3

2012-01-26T11:35:00.008Z

OK, here's the last set of boobie pics. Nice responses so far, so thanks to all the commenters.

I'm still keen for your feedback on the best pic from this last set, and the best one overall!

How do I tell my wife that I want her to fuck another man?

2012-01-25T21:10:00.003Z

This evening I had a chat online with a guy who wants his wife to start hotwifing.

This happens quite a lot, and I'm really pleased to say that Anna and I have helped a few couples along the road over the years.

The chat tonight got onto the subject of how to start "the conversation".

I told my new friend the story of how I got "the conversation" rolling with Anna, back in 2007. It's odd, now I think about it, that I never posted it on the blog before now.

He suggested that I should, so here's our chat in full.

I hope it might inspire some of you guys who are trying to work out how to get things started with your wives.

HW-hubby-to-be: can you suggest to me how to tell my wife?
HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ how do you tell her?

hotwifingexposed: ‎ ok
hotwifingexposed: ‎ here's what i did
hotwifingexposed: ‎ anna really likes Daniel Craig
hotwifingexposed: ‎ James Bond
hotwifingexposed: ‎ i'd been joking with her about it for weeks after we saw him in Casino Royale
hotwifingexposed: ‎ we started playing sex games
hotwifingexposed: ‎ where she would keep her eyes closed and I'd tease her that I was DC
hotwifingexposed: ‎ then we'd play the same game but I'd be DC and then Robbie Williams
hotwifingexposed: ‎ and she'd be "fucked" by DC, RW and me all in one night
hotwifingexposed: ‎ she loved the fantasy

HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ that’s a great idea

hotwifingexposed: ‎ we kept doing that for several weeks
hotwifingexposed: ‎ it would send her wild every time
hotwifingexposed: ‎ then she went away on a business trip
hotwifingexposed: ‎ to Belgium
hotwifingexposed: ‎ for about 3 nights
hotwifingexposed: ‎ before she went I told her that I'd read that Daniel Craig was filming in Brussels
hotwifingexposed: ‎ so she should look out for him
hotwifingexposed: ‎ it was all part of the game
hotwifingexposed: ‎ but she played along 

HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ great 

hotwifingexposed: ‎ the first night she was away I texted her to ask if she'd met DC yet
hotwifingexposed: ‎ second night I asked the same question and she said that he was in the same hotel and she'd seen him in the lobby
hotwifingexposed: ‎ (all part of the game)
hotwifingexposed: ‎ midnight on the third night she texted me to say she'd just been fucked by Daniel Craig in her hotel room 

HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ So you are do it all like a game, clever  

hotwifingexposed: ‎ the next night when she got home we had wild sex
hotwifingexposed: ‎ she asked me how I'd feel if she really had fucked DC
hotwifingexposed: ‎ I said that I'd love it
hotwifingexposed: ‎ "really?"
hotwifingexposed: ‎ 'yes, or any guy you fancied"
hotwifingexposed: ‎ that started “the conversation”
hotwifingexposed: ‎ she didn't believe me at first 

HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ and the blog ?
HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ was the blog part of the same game ? 

hotwifingexposed: ‎ i started writing the blog about the same time
hotwifingexposed: ‎ secretly at the time, didn’t tell her at first
hotwifingexposed: ‎ a few weeks later we had some friends here for dinner
hotwifingexposed: ‎ one of them was a single guy, a friend of mine that she'd always liked
hotwifingexposed: ‎ I'd told her to flirt with him to see how comfortable she was with the idea of really getting it on with another guy
hotwifingexposed: ‎ it was amazing
hotwifingexposed: ‎ she had a few glasses of wine
hotwifingexposed: ‎ so did he
hotwifingexposed: ‎ the chemistry was there
hotwifingexposed: ‎ by the end of the evening she was cuddled right up next to him with her hand on his arm
hotwifingexposed: ‎ he was clearly loving the attention
hotwifingexposed: ‎ but he didn't respond
hotwifingexposed: ‎ which was fine
hotwifingexposed: ‎ 9 people in the kitchen at the time!
hotwifingexposed: ‎ that night I told her what a natural flirt she was
hotwifingexposed: ‎ she said she'd really enjoyed being able to flirt with him, knowing that I wouldn't be upset 

HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ You should put this in story and on blog, great thing 

hotwifingexposed: ‎ "so what would you have done if he'd responded somewhere quiet in the house"
hotwifingexposed: ‎ "I'd probably have kissed him"
hotwifingexposed: ‎ we fucked madly that night too
hotwifingexposed: ‎ a few days later she asked me if I was serious about her fucking another man 

HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ she asked first ? 

hotwifingexposed: ‎ yes
hotwifingexposed: ‎ a few days after that we were sitting together at the computer writing an advert on a dating website
hotwifingexposed: ‎ a few days after that we were reading the replies together and I was suddenly struck by the realisation that my wife was seriously evaluating a list of guys with the intention of fucking one of them
hotwifingexposed: ‎ Jerry was in that list
hotwifingexposed: ‎ there's the story! 

HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ great
HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ and wow
HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ you must put this on the blog
HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ and thank you very much
HW-hubby-to-be: ‎ i think you just showed me how to approach to my wife

"I've just been fucked. :-)"

2012-01-25T17:50:00.003Z

That was the text I received this afternoon, 4pm.

My reply: "My god that gave me the chills! x"

Looking forward to discovering more when I get home.

Ben

In praise of boobs - part 2

2012-01-24T21:14:00.010Z

So here's today's installment in my little homage to Anna's not-so-little boobs.

And tonight's favourite picture is...?

In praise of boobs - part 1

2012-01-24T07:27:00.010Z

I think I sometimes overlook quite how awesome Anna's boobs are, especially for a woman in her early 40s who has breast-fed two kids.

I'm pleased to say that she is well-aware of how special they are, even if she sometimes complains about having to lug them round with her everywhere. They certainly get a lot of praise and attention from me and her lovers.

Over the years I've published lots of pictures here - probably more than I should have - but never anything really focusing on Anna's boobs, until the new header pic that I featured and described in my last post.

So, to celebrate the hooters, I thought it would be good idea to publish a series of shots that show them off in all their glory. Three posts of six shots coming up.

Most of them are screen grabs from video clips, so please forgive the quality. But they all have one thing in common - the boobs are the stars!

Please let me know your favourite...

Ben

Love this pic

2012-01-22T12:15:00.003Z

It's the current header image for the blog and I put it there without any comment.

I love it because of what you can't see, not what you can.

It was taken by James, whilst fucking Anna, last month.

So I love the fact that it shows off her beautiful tits, and her super-hard, super-aroused nipples.

But I love even more the fact that her lover took the picture whilst his cock was rammed right up inside her, driving her wild. You can tell from the fact that her head's right back - she does that when she's loving riding cowboy. You can also tell that she's at the bottom of a downstroke from the state of her boobs - clearly under the influence of gravity with dark shadows under them...

Not that I spend much time examining the pics she brings home from her hotwifing adventures...

Ben

Open marriages in the spotlight

2012-01-22T10:27:00.004Z

Hi all

Just wanted to share with you this article from the BBC website: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-16657620.

""All I know is that I continue to love him and want to be married to him and want to be with him, but I also have this desire to have another partner," she says."

Interesting to read something about polyamory in the mainstream media.

Ben

What's Anna been up to tonight?

2012-01-19T23:39:00.002Z

And in the sixth year...

2012-01-17T23:35:00.003Z

And so, we enter the sixth calendar year of our hotwifing adventure together.

Tallestrina's perfectly justified little poke at me in the comments to my last post have guilted me into giving you an update.

Sorry the posts have been scarce of late. Nothing since that lovely pic of Anna-as-reindeer on Christmas Day. We had the traditional whirl of family and friends events over the festive period (sorry, American friends, but I can't bring myself to call it "the holidays"!) and hotwifing fell by the wayside. Not least because both of Anna's lovers were away from the UK on holidays of their own.

So, which of her three men got the first Anna fuck of 2012...?

It was Jerry. On Weds 4 Jan. Not by design, I should add, but by force of circumstance. We'd had house guests for several days over new year, and they'd only left on that day. As a result, there had been no real time or opportunity for Ben & Anna sex for days. Jerry had arrived back from his holiday on that Wednesday as well, and I was out in the evening eating dinner with some work colleagues. Anna stayed home with our kids. At about 9pm I was drinking coffee after dinner when I had a text from her.

"Jerry's coming round. Just thought you should know. x"

He'd clearly not been able to wait very long since arriving at his home at 6pm!

It was a blustery night, and our dinner was drawing to a close. I was about 30 minutes' walk from home, and I fancied the windy walk to clear my slightly drunken head and also to process the idea of my wife's first fuck of both 2011 and 2012 being her most frequent lover, rather than me.

Was I unhappy about it? The usual intriguing hotwife hubby mix of emotions, truth be told. Hugely aroused and excited by it, but also feeling slightly sorry for myself since I'd planned to get home early enough to ravage my wife after a week of sexual deprivation. In the event, her alpha male was sneaking in first!

When I reached home his car was still in the drive, and I could see our bathroom light on, suggesting that he was in the shower. It went off as I approached the front door. They had no idea I was about to arrive home. A most odd instinct came over me at that point - to stay out of the way until he'd gone.

So I hid.

I hid behind my own car, which was sitting in the drive. I hid like a kid playing a game.

From where I was crouching I could see through the hall window as they passed through to the front door. Anna came out with him in her dressing gown. He opened his car door, and they kissed, sheltered from the wind by the open door. I heard their indistinct words and her giggles, then she went inside and shut the cold night out. He started his engine and drove off, gunning the engine as he often does after the buzz of filling my wife with his cum.

I decided not to hang around any longer in the cold. It had felt like the right thing to do - avoiding interrupting their private time together.

So I strode through the front door and closed it behind me about one minute after Jerry had left.

Anna was in the kitchen. She was surprised but obviously pleased to see me, and came forward for a hug and kiss.

"Did you see Jerry leaving?"

"Yes," I replied.

"He must have passed you on the street... he's only just left."

"Yes, but he won't have seen me. I had my head right down against the wind," I lied. "Did you have a nice time?"

"It was lovely, thank you. He was very big and hard. He hasn't had sex since the last time he saw me before Christmas and it showed!"

"Your first fuck of 2012."

"Oh god... you're right. I'm sorry..." She looked genuinely remorseful. I still didn't feel angry or upset, but she assumed that I must. "Come on, upstairs. It's all running down my legs and I don't want to waste it."

She knows me so well! We had fantastic reclaiming sex, and I'm certain that my hormone-driven pumping will have more than adequately flushed out his imposter sperm.

Since 4 Jan he's visited Anna at home one afternoon, and also made one evening visit while I was here. I stayed in my study, as is the norm for me now when he visits, preferring to chat online to a couple of blog readers than impose upon Jerry & Anna time. When I went in after they'd finished she had that spaced look that she only has very rarely after sex with Jerry - the look that tells me that he's on very good form. His just flaccid cock was still huge and engorged, and slick with a coating of his cum mixed with her pussy's juices. It looked way bigger than any man's soft cock has a right to!

That was middle of last week, and I have no doubt that Anna's overdue a Jerry seeing-to. Any day now.

Yesterday, new guy James made contact after almost a month. He wants to see Anna next time he's in town on business - probably next month. More news when I have it.

How are you all doing? I'd love to hear any updates in the comments from hotwives, hotwives' hubbies or aspiring players in this wonderful game. Comment me up!

Ben

Happy Christmas!

2011-12-25T10:34:00.002Z

Ready for mating. Cheeky and rather hot female reindeer, seeks stag for rutting season.

Happy Christmas everyone!

Ben and Anna

Happy blogger!

2011-12-21T20:29:00.002Z

Thank you so much for all the wonderful comments on my last post.

It's good to read that many of you value our approach to hotwife blogging, and it has certainly encouraged me to carry on in the same vein.

We will publish pics from time to time, but they will be in the minority of posts, as they have been before.

Anna left home about ten minutes ago heading for Jerry's place. It's their last meeting until after New Year because he's about to go away with his kids. I don't think she'll be there long, but I do expect that there will be some additional tenderness to their goodbyes tonight with almost a fortnight apart ahead of them.

When I got home from work this evening she told me that they'd been texting this afternoon about options for a meeting tonight. She said it was either 8.30pm at his place or 9.30pm at ours, and that he was keen for me to join in if he came to us. It was down to me to choose. A few years ago it would have been a no brainer - he'd have to be where I could see him! Perhaps a year ago I would have been easy either way - maybe even extra aroused at the idea of her having a solo with him. Tonight? I didn't hesitate. "Best you go to him please." Not because of any buzz I get from her solos with him these days (they the majority of their meetings, after all) but because it genuinely feels intrusive for me to be with them at any stage of a meeting now. I feel an awkwardness when he arrives at our place, in a way that I never used to, and - interestingly - in a way that he doesn't share. He's as laid back as he ever was. It's all inside my head, but I feel it clearly. I'd always prefer that they meet privately now, unless she or he were to insist otherwise.

Monet was quite matter-of-fact in her comment on my last post that Anna has switched "from being a Hotwife to poly-amorous wife (you and Jerry being her two husbands)." I don't really see it like that, in that Jerry leads his own very private and separate life away from us, and they see each other for just a few hours in total each month. But if there is any evidence of a drift towards polyamory in Anna's relationship with Jerry, for me it's all the my own feelings towards them as a "couple."

Anna always used to object if I ever used the word "relationship" when describing what she had with Jerry. She's totally relaxed about that word now. I find myself referring to them as "you two" when talking to him or her about their plans or meetings. It all seems quite natural. I treasure what she has with him as much as she does, because it symbolizes my love for her which is quite without attachment.

So maybe we are in a polyamorous sort of thing now. So what? It feels right. And Anna still gets to have an exciting new lover on the side!

Ben

The ego of the blogger

2011-12-19T20:56:00.002Z

There have been many times during the almost five years that we (I, mostly) have been writing this blog when I've wondered exactly why we were doing it.

I often read other blogs about hotwifing and related stuff, and I'm always struck by how many comments the bloggers seem to get. It's true that many of the bloggers are the hotwives themselves, and evidently most of the commenters are men... so maybe it stands to reason that they get more response and attention than a mere HW hubby!

The ego of the blogger surely demands some attention, otherwise we'd all be writing Word documents to ourselves and saving them securely on our computers. And it does feel great when people comment.

The trend on this blog is lots of comments when I post action pictures (no surprise there...!) but not many for anything else. I guess the reason I'm writing this post today is that I was very surprised that the most significant post I've ever written (my last one, on 6 Dec) got just three comments. I'm HUGELY grateful for all three of them, especially to Edith, whose comment underscored exactly what we have recently experienced.

Not sure what sort of response I'd expected, either in terms of volume or tone, but it made me wonder whether we should be avoiding the deeper stuff, the philosophical stuff, and just focusing on the porn pics...

But then I decided that I should stay on the same path, because the web is full of porn and there aren't enough sites about the psychology of this approach to love, sex and marriage.

My decision was reinforced by some recent online chats with fans of the blog who have all been inspired by what they've read here to drive forward with their own hotwifing adventures. Hearing those stories is incredibly rewarding!

Back in the real world, Anna is out tonight with James, their third meeting to date. They were meeting for a drink at his hotel, followed by... who knows what? She's been with him for an hour and twenty now, so I'd be very surprised if they aren't naked as I type this!

She also has an evening with Jerry lined up tomorrow.

It's all go for my hottie!

Ben

Home alone again... some time to reflect on love

2011-12-06T21:14:00.005Z

24 hours after kissing my hottie goodbye as she set off for another encounter with her newest lover, she's just left again to visit Jerry at home for another good fucking.

So here I am again at the keyboard to tell you about hotwifing stuff.

Anna has unquestionably turned a corner since she started seeing James as well as Jerry. She's just loving her freedom, her role, her "hobby" as she jokingly calls it.

I think she loves the luxury and variety of having three men at her disposal, all of whom can give her a wonderful sexual experience in their own unique way.

I think Jerry can best be described as her "mate". If she were looking for another pregnancy now, and she were letting all three of us have a chance of impregnation, I have no doubt that his sperm would be the ones that her body would allow to fertilise her eggs. They have such a depth of sexual chemistry, it's awesome to see. That she is always dripping wet by the time he makes contact with her pussy lips, every single time they meet, four and a half years down the line, with a typical two meetings per week in recent months, tells its own story in my view. They enjoy passionate, intense, meaningful sex that inevitably ends in huge simultaneous orgasm these days. It's like marital sex ought to be - meaningful AND intensely exciting.

James looks like he's effectively becoming her new illicit pleasure, and a thoroughly wild one at that. The energy, aggression and commitment he's showing to fucking her like it's his last day on Earth are getting her very excited about some mind-blowing sessions to come.

My role... I'm her rock. Hard as, much of the time! As a pure sexual partner I can't match the physical performances of her lovers. Jerry's too big, in all respects, and James' perfectly shaped rock-hard G-spot massager, his stamina and his relentless banging are tough to compete with. Besides, there's no taboo or illicit excitement about sex with your husband! But we do still have incredible sex, passionate sex, a physical relationship that feeds off the excitement of her double (triple?) life and also off the deep love she feels for the man who loves her enough to set her free.

Ah yes... love. I promised a post about love.

There is no doubt that Anna's hotwifing adventure has brought us closer together as a couple. It's an intensely pleasurable thing to share, and the fact that it's a secret we can share with no-one except her lovers makes it all the more exciting.

She often tells me how much she loves me for having given her back the sexual freedom that she loves and that is not normally available to married women.

I love her more because she has become again the woman I originally fell in love with in the late nineties: a sexual free spirit, no longer shoe-horned into the box society defines as "married woman."

We both feel that hotwifing has taken our love to a new plane, one that is just not available to those who are constrained by western society's conventional concept of love where possession and attachment are the defining characteristics.

Where does that leave Anna in her relationships with her "lovers"? We use that word in a way which trivialises its true meaning. Is James really a "lover"? No, he's a fuck buddy, pure and simple. But what about Jerry? They have enjoyed four and a half years of intimacy, friendship and incredible sex. In May 2012 we will reach an interesting milestone: at that point Anna will have been seeing Jerry for exactly half the length of time that she and I have been married. Beyond that point, with each month that passes, he and I get ever closer to being equals in terms of our length of sexual service to Anna.

Do they love each other? Undoubtedly. Anna has recently told me that she feels love for him, and that she is sure that he does for her. How could it be otherwise? They are both capable of supreme detachment in sustaining a sexual relationship for so many years without emotional complications, but I defy anyone to maintain an intense and passionate physical relationship with another person for that length of time without some emotional connection developing. I know I couldn't. When Anna started seeing Jerry in 2007 I was watching immediately for signs of unwelcome emotion, but the only emotions I saw in Anna were the ecstasy and excitement and exhaustion of sexual abandon.

The interesting thing is that neither of them has yet told the other about the love they feel. Could that break the spell? Disrupt the remarkable balance in their relationship?

Anna tells me that they don't need to tell each other with words; "We tell each other with our bodies."

"Does that mean you make love, these days, rather than just fuck?" I asked her.

She paused for thought. "We do both, at the same time."

I'm sure that one of these days one of them will utter those three magical but loaded words...

Am I worried? Not in the slightest. There are several readers and regular commenters who will feel that I'm reckless in letting things reach this point with Jerry. All I can say is that I'm the guy under the spotlight, and only I know how it feels to be this particular hotwife's husband. I've never felt so loved, and she's never looked in my eyes with such adoration and respect as she does these days. What I'm learning is that love is not an absolute. The way she loves me is something quite different from the way she loves Jerry. She'll never love him in the way she loves me, because he'll never be the one who set her free.

Ben

"Heat-seeking missile"

2011-12-06T21:02:00.004Z

Both times, after fucking James, Anna has described his cock as a "heat-seeking missile." Once again, last night, the moment it was released from his boxer shorts it was twitching and bouncing its way into her pussy. He lay down on top of her again after removing his shorts, her legs parted wide to give him access, and the moment his shiny unsheathed cockhead made contact with her wet lips he was "right up inside me," as she put it to me. "He just locks into place and then fucks my brains out."

I asked her what she was doing with her hands while he fucked her in missionary position. "I had no choice but to put them above my head to brace against the wall, he was banging me so hard."

"What about when you were in doggy? Didn't he push you over with all this aggressive banging?"

"I've had to adapt to him. I get my head down low and grip the bed to avoid being shunted forward. It's like he's trying to climb inside me."

Mission accomplished

2011-12-06T00:14:00.003Z

Anna now has two lovers who she's fucked on more than one occasion.

She had another evening of what she described as "banging fucking" with James tonight.

90 minutes of non-stop mating during which she came twice and he five times! He apparently has that rare ability to be fully hard again within minutes and cum again within minutes. He's certainly opened her eyes to what "sexual stamina" means.

She's back now, and I've just finished reclaiming her. It was a very tense 15 minutes during which I held my quivering cock deep inside her, lubricated by his cum, for as long as I could before having to withdraw several times, so close was I to exploding as I listened to her recount her latest adventure. When I turned her over into doggie position, as she got to the part of her story where he did the same, I lost control as I looked down at her perfect bum and imagined James' super-hard cock splitting those same lips. I've definitely never made so much noise at orgasm.

Ben

Another first tonight

2011-12-05T21:39:00.003Z

In all my excitement about Anna's progress from wife with one long term extra-marital lover to true hotwife with multiple lovers, it's been easy to overlook the fact that she's never had more than one sexual encounter with any of her second, third and fourth lovers.

Until tonight.

At least, that's the expectation. Tonight she's with James, for the second time, at his hotel room in town.

To me, there's some real significance in that. Any one of those first encounters with Lovers 2 (Paul), 3 (Ian) and 4 (James) could have been described as an accident, an aberration. A curious wife cautiously exploring the true meaning of hotwifing. Going back for more from an additional lover is a real confirmation of her confidence to continue to explore her sexual freedom.

She's been out now for an hour and a half. I've just had this text exchange with her:

Anna: "So far so good. Just at [hotel name]. x"
Me: "Why there?! x" (It's not where he's staying tonight.)
Anna: "Just somewhere different for a drink. x"
Me: "You going to fuck? x"

No answer yet. I expect that she's left the toilet and is now back with him in the bar. Not the time to be sending me more texts!

I'm finding things hard this evening because I'm very tired after several frantic days of work and play, so I'm planning to head to bed for a while in the hope that I can sleep while she plays and be fresh for her when she comes home. No idea yet what time that will be!

Ben

Security, freedom and love

2011-11-27T22:21:00.005Z

Some time ago I promised a post about the psychology and emotions at this stage of our hotwifing adventure.

For those of you who haven't followed the whole story to date, here's a quick recap.

Anna became a hotwife in August 2007 when she had extramarital sex for the first time since we married five years earlier. We had been discussing the idea for a few months. It was originally my idea, and she had taken some persuading that it was a good one.

Since that first encounter, which was with Jerry, Anna has had extramarital sex with three other men, all with my consent and encouragement. To date, the three that followed Jerry have all been one-off encounters, whilst she has continued to see Jerry from August 07 until the present day. The last time they fucked was yesterday.

Although lovers 2 and 3 were single encounters, lover 4 (James, whom she first met just two weeks ago) is in her diary for two further dates next month. Her relationship with Jerry has been through very good times, when they have met more than once a week, and barren patches where he's been off the scene for months at a time due to his personal circumstances.

Our lifestyle is completely private - all bar one of our "real world" friends are unaware of Anna's other persona, when she's not being the professional, mum, sister, daughter, friend or any of the other roles she holds down in life.

In the online world we have a few friends and confidantes, and I've often been asked by them why we do what we do.

The answer is complex, and is slightly different today from the one I would have given before we started out of this journey. Back then, I would have talked about being conscious of the risk of marital sex becoming stale and predictable, of the risk of taking each other for granted. It's certainly true that our own sex life is the direct opposite of stale and predictable now, and that we definitely do not take each other for granted. For me, the sight and sound and knowledge of my wife having sex with others forces me to make sure that I work hard to keep our own relationship as happy and solid as possible. For her, the recognition that she has the best of both worlds - security (with me) and freedom (with her lovers) has made her all the more appreciative of a husband who has given her that opportunity.

So today, my answer to the question about why we do it is less to do with the sex, and more to do with a deep understanding of the dynamics of marriage and of my wife's needs and desires.

That combination of security and freedom for Anna is surely something close to the ultimate experience of marriage for a woman. We are conditioned to accept that marriage is about exclusivity, about possession. In many societies the view of the wife as a possession of the husband is very deeply held. By giving Anna back her sexual freedom, whilst guaranteeing her unconditional emotional security, I believe that I'm making the ultimate expression of love for her.

All of this raises two interesting questions, both of which I've been asked by online contacts. Firstly, about timing. Was there anything significant in the timing of Anna's start as a hotwife? It was seven years into our relationship and five years into marriage. The only comment I would make is that I don't think I could have made it start any earlier, because I had to know that we were on very solid foundations in our own relationship before contemplating allowing her to have a sexual relationship with anyone else. Maybe others could safely start earlier in their relationship... for me it just felt about right.

The other obvious question is why my gift to Anna isn't reciprocated to me. I can't give a rational answer to that question. The facts are these: Anna couldn't cope with the idea of me with another woman; I have no desire to be with any other woman, in any form of sexual relationship; and I lose no sleep about the apparent asymmetry of our "lifestyle". Until any one of those facts changes, we're both just fine with the way things are. It works very well for us.

To come in the next few days... another post about love. It's a biggie.

Ben

Follow Curvy Claire!

2011-11-25T19:14:00.004Z

Evening all!

Anna's got a new online friend, "Curvy Claire." She's a very active hotwife at the other end of England from us, and she's got a new blog: http://curvyclaire.blogspot.com. Some nice pics there.

She's quickly building a Twitter following and she's recently made an interesting promise:

She's already up to 858 followers. How about you twitterers head over to http://twitter.com/curvyclaire and follow her? Let see if Annabel's blog fans can help tip Claire over the magic 1000!

Ben

Sexercise

2011-11-24T21:31:00.002Z

Hi all, Anna here.

I've been enjoying playing with my Twitter account so much recently that I felt the need to write a blog post!

The nice think about Twitter is that you can get such a nice quick response to things and get into chats with people whereas it's all a bit slower with the blog. Maybe Ben's got more patience than me!

The thing that I though I should tell you about in more than 140 characters is my exercise regime. It came into my mind at the weekend when I was continually aching in the hip and leg departments.

I've been seeing a personal trainer for the first time in my life in the last few weeks. I started seeing him in about August and I can tell you that it's been an absolute revelation. I go once a week on a Tuesday afternoon after work, and I spend an hour being pushed to the absolute limit by this sadistic but unbelievably sexy young guy called Mark. He's in his early 20s and he's as utterly gorgeous as you'd dream a trainer should be! Tall, dark, very hard body, naughty eyes and smile... perfect!

He gets me into some incredibly intimate positions which give him very good views of my best bits, and I make a point of wearing my tightest lycra stuff and tops with low necklines. I love it when he is looking over my shoulders when I'm doing something that moves my boobs around and he's looking straight down my cleavage. I can tell there's a spark of mutual attraction there, but he's clearly a very Good Boy who's made a point of telling me recently about his plan to propose to his girlfriend soon. That hasn't stopped him from also telling me that I have a fantastic figure and that he's planning to marry his girlfriend so that she'll stop asking him when he's going to marry her!

Anyway, much as I love fantasising about the day he drops all pretence of professionalism and peels my sweaty lycra off my hot body after a sweaty session... it's not going to happen, but in the meantime he's doing fantastic things to my body in other ways! His brief was to help me tone my tummy which has suffered from two pregnancies just like any other normal woman's will do, and the exercises he's had me doing have had a wonderful effect. My pre-kiddie waist is on its way back and my "undershelf" is coming back - that's what Ben calls the effect of my boobs sticking out way beyond my tummy and he's always loved it. I love the feeling of my smaller waist when I get dressed in the morning too, even if it has been a bit expensive in new jeans... any excuse!

He's also helping with my bum, hip and thigh strength, although at our very first session he commented how impressed he was with my strength in that area. Must be down to lots of other exercise of some kind!

So the basics have all improved a lot over the last few weeks, but I was prompted to write this after last week's outrageous set of sessions with the three gorgeous men in my life. It all started with my first session with James on Tuesday night (click here for more about that.) There's nothing like a first fuck with a new lover to create some sex gymnastics and that night left me very well exercised in all sorts of ways.

Of course when I got home from James Ben was waiting for his turn and was like an uncaged animal when he fucked me. Not much exercise for my legs though because I can't get them up when he's fucking me, especially when he's that aggressive because his very hard and quite long cock can hurt me so I have to keep my legs down in missionary to stop him going too deep.

Next night Ben gave me a very long massage and teased me with his tongue for what felt like hours before banging me like a madman while I told him more details of the night before. I was feeling very wanton and well fucked after that.

Thursday I was ambushed by Jerry between work and picking up the kids from school. He insisted on fucking me at home on my bed and he gave me 30 minutes of rogering with my knees up first and then my feet right up by his ears. I was aching for the rest of the day in my hips, buttocks and thighs. Ben wanted me again that night so four fucks with three guys in 48 hours. What a trollope! :-)

I managed to get a night off on Friday when I went out with some girlfriends, and Ben and I were out together with friends on Saturday night. Sunday night Jerry texted and then came round out of the blue while Ben was out with friends and gave me another proper fucking like only he can. He's been on incredible form recently, very hard and very big and banging orgasms like his life depends on it.

By the time I went to bed on Sunday night I felt like I'd been fucking for England all week and my legs and bum felt super tight and in fantasic shape. It's my sexercise regime and I can totally recommend it!!

Anna
x

There's a surprise!

2011-11-20T21:36:00.002Z

Just come home from a meal with some friends to find Jerry's car in the drive.

I came in the house quietly and crept up the stairs to where I am now - at my desk in my study, listening to the sounds of sex coming through the wall of our bedroom next door.

It sounds like a pretty heavy session - Anna panting and gasping periodically, the sounds of slow, intense lovemaking.

I'm not going to disturb them; I'm certain they have no idea I'm here. Anna wasn't expecting me home for another two hours.

Fuller update tomorrow, with more news also on the latest plans with James.

Ben

The first time with James - part 2. "Just a kiss..."

2011-11-19T17:54:00.008Z

(Continued from part one in this post.)

She sat up and pushed his pants down. He helped her by kicking them off. She looked down to see his cock in its entirety. Uncut, quite thick, not that long, completely shaven, and curved upwards quite prominently. She’d not seen that before, and at this point she had no idea how it was soon going to change her world... again!

He kissed her again, then sucked her left nipple, clearly trying to get her as desperate as possible before letting his cock get close to her pussy.

He came back up to kiss her again. He was lying on top of her, between her legs, his hard cock lying in that warm place between her thigh and tummy again, twitching. Through their kiss, she said, “I guess we should talk about condoms.”

“Do you have any?”

“No, I wasn’t expecting to end up in your room.”

“I’ve probably got some round here somewhere...”

He lifted his hips and his cock slipped down into place, head against my wife’s quite desperately hungry pussy lips. She said it was as if the sensation of his cock head meeting the wet warmth of her lips caused some involuntary physical reaction in him, because he just rammed forward and was in her to his balls in one thrust.

Normally Anna doesn’t really appreciate that kind of entry, but she was so lost in the sexual frenzy of the moment that it proved to be exactly what she needed. Condoms forgotten, they just had to rut.

She struggled to recount to me the detail of what happened next, because it was all very quick and she was lost in another world of sexual frenzy.

‎That special curve meant he could do something no-one had ever done to her before. She was already in a state of very high arousal. With that first full length thrust his cockhead went straight to her “magic place”, that place that both Jerry and I have to work to find. It’s in the gap between her cervix and the front wall of her vagina. We are both now adept at finding it quickly, after years of practice, by using the right angle and the right speed and style of thrusting. James was straight there. Anna said that his cock "locked into place" in that special space between cervix and vagina wall and massaged her magic place quite naturally.

What followed was an explosive orgasm, after no more than - she reckons - five thrusts by James. She said that she was yelling and yelling as she came, with him not letting up on the deep thrusting, and her orgasm went on and on for at least a minute. He clearly knew what his cock is capable of and how to make the most of it for her, because he continued with skilful thrusting and grinding, varying the pace and frequency but not the angle or depth, for some time. She had had her eyes closed through her orgasm and beyond, and when she opened them she found him propped up on his arms and looking down at her face, grinning like the cat that had got the cream. Then he dropped back down onto her again and got on with conjuring up another orgasm for her.

Her second came about five minutes after the first, and wasn’t quite so extreme, but still memorable.

He asked her to let him roll over onto his back and ride him. He was still as hard as a rock, and his cock was standing up so proud that when she got astride him she was able to lower her throbbing pussy onto it without either of them having to give it any help to find its spot.

She dropped straight down until she was quite full again, leaning forward so that they could kiss whilst she rode him. They stayed like that for some time - he evidently loves kissing while fucking which suits Anna just fine.

Then she sat up a little and rode him a bit more vigorously. He shut his eyes and lay there groaning about how fantastic her pussy felt. I’m here to say that I know he’s not lying! He reached up to put a hand on each of her boobs, and, whilst massaging them and rolling her nipples, started urging her to “ride that cock”, “milk it dry”. She was moving her legs into slightly different positions, enjoying the sensations. Finally she sat right up, slightly back from the vertical, leaning back a little on her hands, and... YES! His cock locked into place again deep inside her pussy. She was suddenly lost again in the extraordinary sensations coming from inside her, and found herself grinding and bouncing hard on his rigid tool, head back eyes closed, until she came again. “I was scared that the whole hotel would be able to hear me, but I just couldn’t stop riding his cock and cumming. It was incredible”

As she cooled down, they stayed in that position for a little while, holding hands, and enjoying the sensation of being joined together so intimately. It was clear to Anna that this was his favourite position.

He hadn’t yet cum himself. He suggested that he fuck her from behind. She lifted off his still rigid cock and assumed the doggy position on the bed in front of him, showing him her beautiful bum and hot, red, now gaping pussy. He pulled her back towards him, lining her up with the mirror on the wardrobe, and then watched his reflection as his cock re-entered her warm depths, still bareback.

After a moment or two of gentle full length thrusting, he started banging her, full length, manically, harder than she’d ever been dog-fucked before. She was initially concerned he might hurt her with his rock hard pole, but no such trouble. She was loving the animal banging, loving the fact that the bed was moving on its castors as he rammed into her, loving her own view of his hips pistoning back and forth, loving the way her boobs were swinging loose and abandoned beneath her, loving his forceful, feral fucking. His pace rose and rose to a total frenzy, then with one especially deep and purposeful thrust he threw his head back, gasped, and unloaded his sperm as deep inside her as his cock would go.

When his pulsing subsided, they collapsed into a heap on the bed, loosely in a spooning position, with her in front of him. After a few moments he pulled her back and close to him and they lay there, reflecting on the unplanned, spontaneous copulating they’d just experienced. He was massaging her fingers, kissing the back of her neck.

Not many words were spoken, until he asked if he could see her again.

Half an hour later she was home with me, looking both smilingly sheepish and a little smug as she stepped through the front door. She’d texted me on her way home:

Anna: "On my way xxxxxx"
Me: "Have you been bad? x"
Anna: "I have x"

I couldn’t wait to get her naked. We went upstairs and I stripped her off to admire her beautiful, naughty body. She was still very red and warm, with the faint glisten of sweat across her back and chest, and very wet-looking and swollen pussy lips.

I touched her pussy. Very wet. I held my finger up to her mouth and she licked the fluids from it. I raised my eyebrows; she nodded. That was all that that was needed for me to know that she’d succumbed to the bareback temptation again.

The one thing I really hadn’t expected that night when she set off for “just a kiss” was to get a chance of silky seconds. In Anna’s whole hotwifing adventure, the only true silky seconds I’ve experienced has been after Jerry. Paul only came on her tummy on that one occasion when they fucked, and Ian’s ejaculation inside her was more than twelve hours before I got my chance to reclaim Anna from him.

I honestly can’t recall a more violent “reclaiming” orgasm than the one I had when she’d finished recounting this whole story to me. It had all the ingredients of a testosterone-inducing story: alpha male lover, spontaneity, multiple Anna orgasms, banging sex, bareback with a lover’s orgasm inside her, and, above all, that element of shock and surprise. I was simply not expecting her to get laid on Tuesday night. It all added up to an explosive orgasm for me too, my cock sliding back and forth in my wife’s lover’s freshly made semen, and my whole subconscious being doing its best to “flush her” of his deep-rooted sperm as I bellowed to the heavens, thrust by thrust.

Intense.

Hope you’ve enjoyed this account of Anna’s first sexual encounter with her fourth hotwifing lover. Comments very welcome, as ever!

Ben

The first time with James - part 1. "Just a kiss..."

2011-11-19T08:31:00.006Z

Anna picked James up outside his hotel at just after 9pm. She had already planned where she was going to drive him to - a remote car park she knows well, because she and I used to go there when we were still illicit ourselves. It has a beautiful view.

She chose well - there was no-one around.

When she turned off the engine there was a brief silence. He spoke first, and they chatted politely in the car for about 15 minutes, talking about everything except why they were there.

She said it felt like being a teenager again.

In the end he asked if he could kiss her. He didn’t wait for her reply before leaning across, cradling the back of her head in his hand, and starting to discover her full, soft lips with his.

She's a sucker for a good kisser, and it turns out he's a very good kisser.

They kissed for about 15 minutes, non-stop. Full-on, desperate kissing.

She said that just the relentless kissing was enough to make her very wet.
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He started feeling her boobs, through her stretchy top that was showing them off very nicely when she left me at home in the kitchen. He complimented her on how good they felt, and assured her that he had noticed the night before quite how big and firm they are.

Before long, he had his hand on her bare knee, then on the bare skin of her lower thigh, just above the knee. He slid his hand up her skirt, running up the outside of her right thigh, until his hand was clutching her bum.

Getting very horny now, she sought out the bulge in his trousers in her dark car. Through his expensive suit she could immediately feel that it was of good size; bigger than she'd expected in view of his stature. She’s used to guys who are at least a foot taller than she is. She said he was "rock hard."

They carried on kissing as she stroked his hard-on through his trousers, and then she gasped as he swiftly moved his hand round to the front of her knickers and slipped it down in front of her pussy. He wasn’t messing about now: a few sensual strokes of her very slippery outer lips and a couple of skillful circuits of her clitty with his finger tip and then he dived two fingers straight into her wet depths.

“You’re so wonderfully wet,” he whispered to her as he ran his finger in and out, tweaking her g spot gently on each in stroke.

“And you’re very, very hard,” she reciprocated. “What are we doing here?”

“Are you ready to come to my room now?”

“Yes.”

She said the atmosphere on the way back to the hotel was quite different from the drive out. Almost silence, palpable tension, and the smell of her pussy lube in the air. She was driving faster than she normally would, and had a huge shock when a police patrol waved at her to slow down - she was over the speed limit, such was her keenness to progress things with her new man.

She parked in the hotel car park and debated how to go to his room without arousing too much suspicion. The night before in the hotel bar she had seen several people we know, but the fact that they had both been dressed very smart had enabled them to put up the appearance of a formal evening business meeting. It was 10pm, and tonight they had to get past the hotel reception, where James is a well-known regular visitor, up to the third floor, and into his room at “turning down” time for housekeeping, without looking like they were gagging to fuck each other.
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Rather than go in separately, they decided to brazen it out and go in together, talking business the whole way. Fortunately there was no-one at reception!

Once in his room (one of the biggest suites in the place) she had to divert for a pee. Meanwhile he tidied his mess from his earlier room service dinner, still lying around the room. He had evidently genuinely not expected things to progress beyond a kiss, which was kind of encouraging for Anna! Clearly not a predator.

He pushed her up against a chair and they kissed again, him with his hands on her tits, all over them, rolling and gently squeezing her very erect nipples through her dress.

It was a one-piece dress; stretchy. He lifted it off her, so she was left standing in bra, knickers and her favourite fuck-me boots.

‎They kissed again, then he took her bra off and went on to sucking her nipples - something that never fails to get her hips moving. She said he did that as expertly as he had caressed her pussy earlier in the car.

The temperature was rising fast. He turned her round, sat her down on the end of the bed and took her boots off her.

“Your ankles are as beautiful as you said they were!” Anna always makes mention of her delicate, feminine ankles in the “best features” parts of her dating ads.

She was sitting there in just her knickers now. He was still fully dressed. She says she enjoyed that moment of extreme vulnerability. She could see the bulge in his trousers as he stood in front of her and smiled at her.

She stood up and took his shirt off, exposing a tanned and very broad chest. Then they lay down on the bed, him beside her with one leg hooked over hers, and they kissed again, him stroking her boobs with a super light touch. He took his own trousers and socks off, and then lay down alongside again, leaving them both in just their pants and knickers.

Anna said that it was inevitable that they were going to fuck from the moment he had put his hand down her knickers in the car and touched her sopping wet pussy lips. But when she recounted this whole story to me it was this moment that struck me, for some reason. Two mature adults, who had known each other for 24 hours, kissing on a hotel bed, both just in underwear, both fully aroused and ready for fucking. It’s the fastest Anna’s ever moved from first meeting to sex.

‎He took her knickers off first, and sat back to look at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he told her, staring straight between her open legs at her super-smooth pussy. As he leaned forward and crawled up on top of her, she looked down between his legs to see what was coming and got a first look at his cock as it poked out of the front of his shorts.

First thing she noticed - uncut. Her first uncircumcised cock since her teens.

Then he was on top of her, kissing her again - she said that he was kissing her whenever he had the chance, all evening. She loved that. Let’s face it, there’s generally not much kissing when you reach your forties.

His cock was a very firm bulge lying in that warm and welcoming angle between her right thigh and her tummy, and he was gently but persistently grinding it into her skin as they kissed.

Then, unexpectedly, he pulled back off her again and went down to her ankles, where he started to kiss her, slowly moving up her left leg towards her knee. She said that at this point she was physically trembling with anticipation of the explosive fucking to come. He crossed over to her right knee and continued his slow kissing journey up her inner thigh, starting to lick her pale skin a few inches before her pussy lips. When he finally got there, he dived his tongue straight between her lips and into her dripping vagina, then withdrew and treated her to what she described as one of the most mind-blowing oral sessions she’d ever experienced. She said that he’s a “maestro” with his tongue, the best she’s known. She wanted to let him continue all night, but after a few minutes her pelvis was having other ideas. She was writhing and moaning as he probed her with his magical tongue, and her hips started doing their rotating thing.

When her hips rotate involuntarily that’s her definitive “fuck me right now” signal. I shall never forget seeing it for the first time ever when she first fucked Jerry in 2007. I’m pretty sure it will have happened the very first time she and I fucked, but I don’t recall seeing it, probably because I was already on top of her on that rug in front of that log fire in her boyfriend’s flat back in 1999.

She put her hands around James’ head and pulled him up to her face, where she looked him in the eyes and begged him to fuck her now.

Part two is on its way...

Three days, three guys

2011-11-17T17:42:00.002Z

Jerry fucked Anna this afternoon. Completely out of the blue, I had a text from him telling me he'd just fucked my wife. "It gets better every time."

He did have the courtesy to thank me!

Three days, three men.

My wife drives men wild. Makes me :-)

Ben

A holding post...

2011-11-16T23:31:00.002Z

Sorry that this isn't the blow-by-blow account of last night's action that I promised.

Frankly, Anna and I have been too busy re-living her first experience with James and fucking like bunnies for me to get much time at this keyboard. Not complaining!

In short, her "just a kiss" in the car turned into a proper meeting of sweaty bodies in his hotel room. She's described the sex to me with the words, "amazing", "awesome", "extraordinary" and "banging." I liked "banging."

She's discovered a new shape of cock that made her very happy indeed.

She came three times in less than an hour.

He told her it was the best sex he'd ever had.

They already have another date for mid December, next time he's in town.

We will publish more detail on last night... please just give us a bit of time to get the hormones out of our systems!

Ben

"Have you been bad?"

2011-11-15T23:06:00.002Z

Text exchange between us, 11.05pm

Anna: "On my way xxxxxx"
Me: "Have you been bad? x"
Anna: "I have x"

Details tomorrow...

Ben

The psychology of "The Wait", part 2

2011-11-15T22:30:00.003Z

Often, when I start writing a blog post to update you when Anna's out on a date, a text arrives from her.

So, who knows what the status will be when I finish typing this one!

It's 90 minutes since Anna left the house to spend the second consecutive evening with her prospective new lover. They had agreed to drive somewhere quiet because she didn't want to progress straight to his room - a bit too obvious. His hotel is less than 10 minutes from our house, and the spot she was aiming to drive him to is 10 minutes from there. So they have either been in her car together for over an hour, or something else is happening.

At the moment, my best guess is that from the planned "kiss" that this evening was supposed to be about, they have progressed to something a little more advanced. Maybe in his hotel room.

Feeling oddly relaxed about it compared with earlier first solo fucks, albeit the adrenaline and testosterone are definitely there! Hell, I'm jumping to conclusions. But I've made it to the end of the post without getting a text. The suspense continues...

Ben

Foundations laid

2011-11-15T19:15:00.003Z

Evening all

So Anna and her new prospect didn't get as far as I'd thought they might last night. Two and a half hours of fun conversation, apparently, and chemistry established, but the circumstances weren't right for a trip up the stairs to his hotel room. They parted with cheek kisses, no more. Too many people in the hotel bar.

She came home at about 11pm and started recounting the whole story to me. We were naked on the bed before very long, and rutting like animals a short time after. Her adventures always fill me with testosterone, even when they don't result in sex, and I came explosively and noisily in concert with her own writhing orgasm.

Today's news is that they have another date tonight, ostensibly just for a "kiss".

We'll see.

Ben

The psychology of "The Wait"

2011-11-14T21:29:00.003Z

How long does it take a hotwife to decide that a prospect isn't really a prospect?

10 minutes? 30 minutes? More?

My hunch is that if I haven't heard within 45 mins of her meeting a new guy, he can't be a non-starter.

Anna's been with this guy for over an hour and a half now, and no news yet. He can't be a non-starter.

*Update - just had a text from her. "Going ok, not sure. Won't be much longer. x"

I'll just sit here, then!

My best guess now is that they probably won't meet again tomorrow night, but maybe the next time he's in town. Time to reflect.

Let's see.

Ben

I've got chills...

2011-11-14T20:28:00.003Z

So, Anna went off about 45 minutes ago to meet her new prospect at his hotel.

He's a businessman who visits our town about once a month and they met on her favourite online dating site. They've had a lot of exchanges of emails since they made contact early last week, and three phone calls to line up for tonight.

On the face of it he looks almost ideal for her - intelligent, funny, attractive, and definitely not looking for any commitment. He's in a sexless marriage, as are so many of the guys she meets online. There are clearly many, many sexually unhappy marriages out there. Shame that society judges it so wrong for married people to be allowed a little light entertainment on the side.

She had a spring in her step when she left, dressed to kill, as ever, and most certainly likely to make him want her. They're meeting in the bar of his hotel.

She was certain when she left that nothing physical will happen tonight. I'm not sure - she's gone beyond her plans before, but on balance I think it's likely that this will just be a check-out session for that magical "chemistry".

After all, he's still in town tomorrow night, so if things go well on the dry run tonight...

Meanwhile, I'm sitting here reliving similar nights where she's been out on a solo mission with a new guy, and experiencing these overwhelming thrill chills every 10 minutes or so. One of those full-body shudders that catches you by surprise and covers you in goose bumps. It's an awesome rush, but I wouldn't expect many guys to understand!

I'll give you another update later.

Ben

Could this be another new dawn?

2011-11-13T22:57:00.004Z

I'm expecting fun tomorrow night. Anna has a first date with a new guy. I really don't think they'll make it as far as bed on the first night, but I'll be updating the blog during UK evening hours.

Come back and read more!

Ben

Come and fuck your wife with me

2011-10-22T09:17:00.007+01:00

Weeks have passed without a post here, but we continue with our adventures and all is well.

I'm sorry about the lack of updates.

Truth be told, we have been through a period of activity that it would be hard to turn into exciting posts, at least from the point of view of graphic descriptions of sex between Anna and Jerry, or any pics to share. There's been plenty of fucking, but there are no pics to share because there's usually no-one in the room with them to take the pics!

I know that there are many of you who are just as interested in the psychological dimensions of hotwifing as in the sex itself, and there's plenty to say on that subject. We're into another new phase of Anna's relationship with her long term lover, over four years into her life as a hotwife, and the psychology is fascinating.

I'll be writing a post on that very soon.

For now, I just wanted to write a few words about last night's meeting, which happened at our home just after we arrived back from a meal at a local restaurant to celebrate our wedding anniversary.

They had exchanged a few texts through the day yesterday, Jerry desperate to get inside Anna again. Much of their text discourse revolves around cum: how much he's going to pump into her, how full his balls are since the last time they fucked, how she loves the feeling of it running down her thighs after they've finished, that sort of thing.

Yesterday she told him how much she liked the idea of him filling her with his cum on her wedding anniversary.

We'd actually agreed that she wasn't going to see him yesterday; that we'd keep it to ourselves. When he texted her in the cab on the way home from the restaurant ("Do you want me to come and fuck you now?") she decided not to reply. It was about 11.30pm. We got home and paid the babysitter and she left us alone in the kitchen. We were having a delicious kiss when Anna's phone rang. "Hey, can I come round and fuck you now?" Maybe it was the booze, maybe she really just can't say no, but he was soon on his way to us.

As is now the norm, I left them to get on with it in our bedroom and busied myself with jobs at my desk next door, right where I'm sitting now. After about 15 minutes, during which it was clear from the gasps and shrieks passing through the wall that Anna was being royally fucked, I heard the bedroom door open and Jerry appeared in my study, naked, cock erect and glistening with my wife's pussy juices.

"Come on, Ben."

An hour or so later, after we'd spit roasted her in all sorts of positions, each of us in each end of her, and both fucked her brains out and left our hot deposits in her wanton pussy, after she'd cum so loud on his cock that I feared that our kids asleep downstairs would wake up, and after he'd showered and left, I reflected on the oddness of my wife's lover inviting me to join him in fucking my wife, in my bed, on our wedding anniversary. It was generous of him!

We all had a blast, and Anna is hotter than ever.

Ben

Close to the action

2011-09-13T21:41:00.010+01:00

These were from a rather delicious session with Jerry at our home last night. Anna's been seeing him regularly, about twice a week, for the whole summer. These pics are just to give you a taste of what they've been enjoying. Hint - last one's my fave.

Ben

Still life, with knickers and jeans

2011-07-23T22:16:00.003+01:00

Evening all

Just wanted to share with you a pic I've just taken in our bedroom, moments after Anna left to visit Jerry for what he promised earlier by text would be "a good fucking."

Nothing else to report yet, but thought the pic might give you a frisson. It certainly gives me one.

Ben

A pic from the past

2011-07-13T23:01:00.003+01:00

Evening all

Just dropping by to share with you a pic from last November that I never posted here. It's Anna astride Jerry, her pussy leaking a long thread of the cum he'd just pumped up into her. I took stills from my video of the events, and this one I can't resist sharing.

In more recent news, we're almost halfway through "Jerry July". This month he has exclusive access to Anna's pussy. I have to get my kicks in other ways. Her other orifices are at my disposal! The idea is that only he can feel the sweet caress of her labia around his cock, or bathe her cervix in his semen.

It's a bit of a shame that we picked this month without checking with him first, because he's gone away on hols until Sunday having had the chance to fuck Anna only once since 1 July!

Still, there's been a lot of sext activity between them since he went away, and he's promising her "the mother of all fucks" when he gets back. He rarely disappoints her when he makes threats like that one!

More news soon, I hope.

Now, I'm off for a wank...

Ben

Knickers on the kitchen floor

2011-06-23T22:29:00.002+01:00

One of the most exciting symbols I've so far seen on our journey into hotwifing: Anna's knickers on our kitchen floor.

She's been out this evening at a girly party. One of these things where they buy clothes.

It's been a frantic week during which she's been to London on business again, but no action... again.

She got home from the station this evening and had time to eat with me and the kids before heading out.

I went to bed early - very tired - and I told her before she left that that was my plan.

I was woken at 10pm by the sound of her car. I could hear her come through the front door, and then talking on the phone downstairs. I put on a t shirt and wondered down, but was too late. She was already pulling away from the house in her car, in the dark. No clues, except her white knickers, tossed casually on the floor on her way out. I'm guessing she's on her way to meet Jerry somewhere... but I guess it could be someone else?!

Will update you tomorrow.

Ben

Armed and dangerous

2011-06-16T17:36:00.003+01:00

Anna's just called me from London where she's spending a night on business. She's attending a cocktail party and dinner with clients and staying in a very, very nice hotel.

She's been so busy playing sext with Jerry in the run-up to her trip that we didn't even discuss any other opportunities. So when she told me on the phone that she was carrying condoms, I was surprised. But very pleased!

Who knows what fun she might find tonight in the big smoke...

Ben

This pic made us smile

2011-06-09T23:55:00.002+01:00

Can't get much more explicit than this

2011-06-08T23:46:00.005+01:00

Sorry to those who don't enjoy our more explicit pics. This is a treat for those who do, and especially those who liked the comparison series I published here a few months back.

Anna guiding Jerry's cock into her pussy, earlier this evening (pic taken by me):

Anna guiding my cock into her pussy, now slick with Jerry's cum, a little later this evening (pic kindly taken by Jerry with my camera):

Jerry's back with a vengeance. He came round to us this evening and fucked Anna hard for half an hour. She came long and loud as he banged her, then they had a short break and drink before they got going again.

He'd been sexting with her all day, and I think the pressure had built up for both of them. As he approached his own orgasm, he did something completely new - he asked her to lie completely still.

He stopped for a moment and lay there, his whole weight on top of her, breathing deeply, his cock nailed deep inside her. He was obviously concentrating hard.

Then he told her, "I'm about to cum inside you and there will be a lot, and I want us all to enjoy it. Stay lying still." Then he propped himself up on his arms and asked her to do the same on one of her elbows so that she could see his cock and reach down with her other hand and touch it as he came. I was behind them watching the view between his legs. He asked me if I wanted to feel her pussy lips as he came in her. I didn't need a second invitation. I reached in and slipped a finger up either side of his cock against her stretched lips...

As soon as he felt that, he pulled out about halfway and then his cock immediately started spasming and he started grunting as his orgasm started. His control had been incredible because it continued for about a dozen big pulses. Annabel was moving one fingertip all over her clitty and the upper side of his slippery cock shaft, while I just kept my spread fingers hard up against her lips and his cock, loving the sensation of his fat cum pipe pulsing with each big squirt of semen delivered into my wife's waiting pussy.

It was an intensely significant event - the first time that Jerry has explicitly recognised the symbolic importance to all of us of that moment when he plants his seeds in my wife's belly. For me to be able to feel every single pulse of his cock as he unloaded in her was mind-blowing, and he knew that it would be.

When he pulled away from her, this is what he left behind:

Then I took my turn, lubricated by his cum, as you saw above.

Mind games. Fun. Hotwifing. :-)

Ben

It's all going on

2011-05-17T09:35:00.004+01:00

So Anna spent an hour or so yesterday afternoon with a potential lover who she met on a dating site.

They had been chatting and texting for a few days, and the heat was starting to rise.

On Sunday evening he asked her if they could meet - it had reached the stage where decisions needed to be taken on mutual attraction. Anna was already very impressed by what she'd seen of him in pics and in their chats. He lives really quite close to us, and it turned out that we have a few mutual friends with him - no-one very close, just people we'd all met along the way. This added two interesting dimensions to the decision to meet, or not. Firstly, a layer of risk, because he could choose to "out" us in our town, where we both have fairly big networks. Usual middle class circles - work, school run, kids sports, etc... Second, a degree of reassurance that this was someone "like us" - so less chance of him being a chancer or a nutter.

We talked a lot on Sunday evening about the pros and cons of meeting him. She didn't like the idea of being seen somewhere public with him, and told him so by email. So he suggested they meet at his place. New dilemma. We've previously favoured neutral ground for first meetings, although Anna blew that rule into the weeds pretty comprehensively when she had her first time with Ian in February!

In the end we decided that it was safe enough for her to go to his house. So she turned up there at about 4.30pm.

No time to write about it in great detail now, but it was a real eye-opener for her. This guy gets hotwifing. And he's been involved before, as a fuck buddy. They sat in his kitchen, drinking tea, and spent a lot of time talking about the hotwifing lifestyle, why we're into it, and Anna's experiences so far. He asked all the right questions and showed a lot of empathy. Best of all, though, she fancied his rocks off!

The dilemma for both of them was that it turned out that they have even more contacts in common than we'd imagined before. So after an hour of chat, smiles and a degree of sexual tension, they were both left with no strong feeling for the right way to go.

Anna was expecting things to end with a "let's cool off and have a think", when, out of the blue, he knelt down in front of her chair, pulled it and her round to face him properly, and gently slid his hands part of the way up her tight, knee-length skirt. She'd come straight from work and so she was in full smart office gear, albeit that she'd dressed "office hot" (with input from me and my experienced eye, of course!) in the morning in preparation to show off her curves to him. He told her that he wanted to give her a parting gift, and that it needn't be reciprocated. Anna was shocked that she had obviously underestimated his desire for her. Earlier in the day when we spoke on the phone I asked her if she was armed with condoms in case things moved fast. She had laughed that off and said that nothing was going to happen on their first meeting. Now here he was, wanting to taste her pussy.

Anna said that all sorts of things flashed through her mind at that moment, but that her overwhelming concern was that if he went down on her she'd not leave without fucking him. And she certainly wasn't ready for that so soon after meeting...

Knowing my wife as well as I do, I think she was right to have that concern!

She declined his offer, which he took very gracefully, and then he walked her to her car.

She was wildly hormonal when she arrived back home. I could see fire in her eyes and as she walked up to me in our kitchen her first words were, "I want him." Then she kissed me, hard, her hand pulling my head to her. I've rarely seen her so fired up.

Sadly, the timing was awful. I was feeding our kids and so a quick, hot fuck wasn't possible at that moment. "You'd better fuck me later," she said, with a look that drilled into my soul.

Later arrived at about 8.15pm when the kids had gone to bed. We were just about to get naked, when Anna's phone beeped.

"I hope it's him," she said. It was Jerry.

It's not the first time that Jerry has started texting her right in the middle of some important chat that we've been having about another fuck buddy. We often wonder whether there's something deep and primeval at work - whether his rutting instincts are aroused by Anna thinking about a competing mate.

Jerry wanted to know if he could fuck her this morning at his office. They exchanged several hot, flirtatious texts, heading towards a rendez-vous. Then things got more complex as yesterday's new guy started sending her texts, too. For about an hour she was texting both of them, flirting gently with New Guy, and talking very hot and dirty with Jerry.

She apologised to New Guy for declining his offer of oral sex, and promised not to hesitate if there's a next time. They agreed to keep chatting and see what happens.

She agreed a meeting with Jerry for this morning - usual time and place.

Our rules are that I can't fuck her less than 24 hours before she fucks another guy, so suddenly my chance to let go all of my own pent up sexual tension was gone. As was hers! She said she'd save it for Jerry...

We went to bed, and cuddled hard for a long time. Then she stroked my balls gently as I beat off with images of New Guy stroking her thighs flooded my head.

Cut to this morning, 8.30am. Anna's one proviso for meeting Jerry this morning was that he must let her fuck him on a chair. She loves that astride position with him, because it drives his huge cock as far up inside her as it ever goes, and she never fails to cum like that. In all the times that they've been doing early morning meetings at his office, she's never had an orgasm. It's always been about him losing his load inside her and sending her off to work with cum streaming down her thighs. (Never any knickers on these mornings!) So, 8.30 text from Anna to my phone: "Woo hoo! I came HUGE! Big smile! Thank you and I love you xxxxxxxxxxxx".

We spoke a little later. She admitted that the tension from yesterday's meeting had driven her to a particularly big climax this morning. I asked her how she was feeling after the event.

"Very hot."

Ben

New man on the scene

2011-05-16T17:51:00.002+01:00

As I write, Anna is meeting a potential new lover who's emerged very fast from one of her favourite dating sites in the past week.

They were going to meet for a drink after work, and I'm expecting her home some time in the next hour.

Loads of butterflies in my tummy, which is normal when she goes for a first meeting with a new guy, but for some reason I have high hopes for this one.

More news soon.

Ben

Overdue post

2011-05-05T23:01:00.002+01:00

Hi all

Sorry for the long break in transmission. We're still here, but have had nothing very much to report for some time in our hotwifing adventures.

Anna hasn't seen anyone (but me!) since we last posted, and we've had lots of other stuff going on in our vanilla lives to keep our focus elsewhere.

No contact from any of Anna's past lovers until yesterday, when Jerry texted me early in the morning and suggested a coffee. We met at 11 in a local coffee shop and had a great catch-up on all the normal preamble stuff that we talk about - business, cars, holidays, kids... Then he asked me how's Annabel.

It was a curious moment. His voice cracked a bit as he asked, and he looked sheepish. I told him that she was great, but missing a bit of extra-marital fun. "Is she missing me?" I told him that she had missed him badly.

He's in a bind. Working very hard to keep his marriage in good shape for the sake of his young son, and currently in a happy place with his wife, but desperately missing fucking my wife.

He admitted that his head is telling him to stay away, but his heart (as he put it - but I think he means his cock) is telling him to get back between Annabel's legs.

We spent some time talking logistics. He wants to find a way to see Anna that keeps the risk of being found out to a minimum. He likes their occasional quickies at his office early morning; she likes an occasional quicky, but needs to have longer sessions with him from time to time.

We parted agreeing to work on a meeting soon.

Anna has a big smile today.

This evening, to keep her from getting her Jerry hopes up too high, she's spent over an hour replying to messages from potential FBs on her fave dating site. There are some good candidates.

Something good will happen soon.

Ben

Hello world

2011-03-17T23:02:00.002Z

Just checking in quickly to say that we're still here, and all's well, and thanks to Tallestrina for nudging me into posting!

There's been no hotwifing action for me since I visited Ian back on 5 Feb. Ben and I are both quite happy taking a break for a while. A lot happened with Jerry, Paul and Ian in just a few weeks and I wanted to take a bit of a break and think about things after taking on two additional lovers in such a short time.

I've decided that I don't want to see either Ian or Paul again. I had a great time with both of them but when I was brutally honest with myself I realised that neither of them really turned me on like Jerry or Ben can. When you're in the heat of the moment the very first time with someone it's easy to overlook their shortcomings, especially if their assets are impressive! What I've realised is that I'm obviously attractive to guys and that I can be attractive to very eligible and sexy guys like Jerry, and my wonderful hubby. So I can afford to be a bit fussy!

Jerry is still off the scene at the moment. His marital troubles rumble on and I'm staying away while he decides what to do. I would be very sad to lose him as my number 1 lover, but if he decides that he wants to try to make things work again with his wife I will respect that. But I'm hoping to see him again. We have had long breaks before. Ben looked at his meticulous diary and told me that the longest gap was two and a half months, between mid Nov 2009 and end of Jan 2010, when Jerry made an earlier effort to get his marriage back in shape. I haven't seen Jerry since 16 Jan this year, so we're still a couple of weeks off breaking the "sex holiday" record! Ben is certain Jerry will come back but I'm not so sure this time.

Anyway, in the meantime Ben and I have been having great sex and we've had a lot going on in our "vanilla" lives. So plenty of distractions from hotwife life.

This weekend I plan to revive my profile on the site where I found Ian and Paul and see whether I can find anyone interesting. For my next new lover I'm going to be very, very fussy. I want someone I fancy soooo much that I can't stop myself!

Anna
xxxxx

A Valentine's story

2011-02-15T19:22:00.003Z

So... what do you buy the woman who has everything (including a loving husband and numerous lovers) for Valentine's Day?

Not a difficult question - I'd been planning this for weeks. Anna has an original rabbit vibe that I bought for her birthday in 2004, the year after our first was born. I can still remember her first experience with it. She had looked at it with vague amusement but a degree of distaste when she unwrapped it. Remember, this was years before she became a hotwife. She was a hot wife, but... you get the picture.

It was her first ever toy. She questioned me as to why I thought she even needed it. I asked her to open her mind and give it a try. "For me." ;-)

We had a bath, then I started on her with some loving cunnilingus, and before long she was asking me to fuck her. I refused, and passed her the unwrapped rabbit which was ready and waiting on the bed. Lying on her back, eyes closed, with her legs slightly raised, she took hold of the purple rabbit and started tentatively probing her pussy lips with it. I knelt between her legs and watched. There was a gasp when the head passed her lips for the first time, and she started gently moving it in and out.

Noticing that the shaft was now far enough into her for the rabbit's little ears to have her clit in their naughty embrace, I reached down and flicked the good vibrations switch for the first time. Anna's toy life has never been the same since! She came within 30 seconds, arching her back, pushing her new toy deep into herself and moaning, "Oh god! Oh god!" over and over.

Fast forward to Saturday 12 February 2011, and I'm browsing the shelves of our local Ann Summers (it's a UK sex shop chain for all you US readers!) It was very early - about 3 minutes past 9, if I recall correctly - to help me avoid unfortunate encounters with clients or family members. I knew I wanted to buy her a new rabbit with some interesting new feature or other, and the choice was overwhelming. Throbbing rabbits, thrusting rabbits, G-spot rabbits, extra-large rabbits, waterproof rabbits, clit-and-anal rabbits... mind blowing range. I knew I wanted her to try the thruster, but I couldn't resist also getting her the extra large.

So, I went up to the counter with my two choices. The very camp and very friendly assistant gave me a knowing little smirk. To me, his smirk said, "Married, probably two kids, sex twice a month, spark's gone, needs something to spice things up a bit." I guess I do look and dress a bit normal. I smiled back, a smile that said, "You have no idea what you're dealing with mate."

I don't know whether it was his usual routine that I got, but I felt sure that he was trying hard to make me feel as uncomfortable as possible.

Him: "Each of these comes with one set of batteries. Do you want to get another coupe of sets?"
Me: "No thanks, we have rechargeables."
Him: "Do you need any hygienic wipes? It's very important to keep these toys clean."
Me: "No thanks, we have those."
Him: "Are you sure? If you use baby wipes it might degrade the surface of the toys."
Me: "It's ok, thanks, we're sorted for wipes."
Him: "Hmm, this one is the biggest rabbit we have. [Glance down at my wedding ring.] Is it your wife's first toy? It might be a bit much."
Me: "Thanks, but I feel certain she can handle it."
Him: "Do you want any lube?"
Me: "No thanks, she makes her own."

He shut up at that point and took my money. The smile he gave me as I left seemed to show a little more respect.

Ben

PS She LOVES the thruster! And she did manage to cope with the extra large...

Anna's penis chart

2011-02-11T10:05:00.003Z

Just a quick post.

We've had a few private contacts from people following the comparison pics and asking about the dimensions of Jerry's, Ian's and my cocks, in inches.

Sorry to disappoint any inch-heads out there, but I have to admit that in the heat of passion it has never occurred to Anna to whip out her tape measure and note pad and size up her lovers' equipment! So we don't have accurate figures to hand. The only way she is able to assess the size of each cock she meets is by her senses - sight and touch, mainly ;-) - in comparison with the cock she knows best: mine.

But since there seems to be a lot of intrigue out there now, here's a little unscientific chart to help you navigate the peniscape. The numbers for me are by tape measure. The other three are her best guesses.

Ben Length: 7 inches Girth: 5 inches
Jerry Length: 7.5 inches Girth: 6.5 inches
Paul Length: 7 inches Girth: 6.75 inches
Ian Length: 8 inches Girth: 5.5 inches

She's judging girth at the base and using her fave toys as a comparison. No trouble putting a tape measure on those, and it was a fun evening!

And here's her chart of preferences based on which of us feels best inside her:

1. Jerry
2. Paul
3. Ben
4. Ian

Oddly, our very first post on this blog talked about the ideal cock size for her, and with her first three lovers it seems like she's got very lucky with the extra girth she craved. Or maybe I'm just not as "average" in girth as I originally thought...

But, whichever way she looks at it, Jerry the Stud always comes out on top.

Feels like she hit the jackpot first time out with that guy.

Ben

Comparison pics part 4 (last set)

2011-02-10T16:00:00.000Z

Today our subject is... deep shafting shots.

First, with me:

Now, with Jerry:

Nuff said.

Hope you've enjoyed this little series of comparison pics. If so, please say so and I'll try and do more in the future.

Ben

Comparison pics part 3

2011-02-09T16:00:00.001Z

Today our subject is... close-ups of cocks in Anna's sweet pussy.

First, with me:

Now, with new lover Ian:

I love the way her lips are so flushed and engorged in the second pic, and her clitty so much more prominent. Extreme arousal, perhaps?

Last set of comparison pics coming this time tomorrow - 4pm UK.

Ben

Comparison pics part 2

2011-02-08T16:00:00.001Z

Today, our subject is... pics of Anna being shafted in missionary, taken from between her legs.

First, with me:

Now, with Jerry:

Can you spot the difference?

Come back same time tomorrow - 4pm UK - for another set of hotwife Annabel comparison pics.

Ben

Just for fun... some comparison pics

2011-02-07T16:00:00.000Z

Over the next few days I'm going to post some pairs of pics from similar angles comparing me with Anna's lovers, and maybe lover with lover now that I have some pics of both Jerry and Ian in action with Anna.

Today, blow jobs. Me and Jerry. First, Anna blowing me:

Now, Anna blowing Jerry:

Can you spot the difference?

I'll publish another set of comparison pics same time tomorrow - 4pm UK.

Ben

Anna's first time with Ian: the reclaiming

2011-02-06T23:29:00.009Z

So Anna arrived back home at about 10.45 this morning. We were alone in the house because I'd taken our kids to spend the morning with friends - a treat for them, and it allowed me and Anna some uninterrupted time to get to know each other again, after her first encounter with her third lover.

We wasted no time - straight up to the bedroom and I was naked within moments. I'd been nursing a partial hard-on for about an hour in anticipation of seeing her and reclaiming her body and her mind.

She lay back on the bed, head on a pillow, smiled at me and asked me where she should start. I lay across the foot of the bed, smiling up at her. I had a few immediate questions before she got into the chronological story.

How many times had she cum? Two.

How many times had he cum? One.

Did they go bareback? Yes.

Was he a good lover? He was pretty good, not amazing.

Had she enjoyed it overall? Yes.

Did she want to see him again? Maybe.

I stripped her, quickly. She'd been looking incredible, with her hair still in good shape from her visit to the hairdresser on Saturday, despite an evening's sex, her newly shaped eyebrows arching sexily and her lipstick quite perfectly alluring. She looked pretty pleased with herself, and good enough to eat.

I sniffed her pussy... definitely a strong unfamiliar scent of maleness, overlaid with the more familiar smell of 12 hour old cum.

I climbed over her and hovered, my cock rock hard and twitching. "Cuddle me," she said. We had a long, tender hug on the bed, both naked. I was careful not to let my cock head near her pussy yet, knowing that as soon as contact was made it would all be over too soon. So I rolled back off her and she recounted the story of her 14 hours with he new lover, very much as it's retold in the two previous posts.

I can't really remember at what point I stopped her with a very long, luscious kiss, but that led straight into me kneeling between her legs and aiming my now precum dribbling cock at her badly-behaved pussy, camera ready to capture the end of this story for you to see.

She continued recounting her story as I pushed further into her. There was no resistance. Her pussy was wet with the unmistakable lubricant that only comes from a man's orgasm.

I held my cock inside her at the end of the first in stroke. She squeezed me a few time with those incredible pelvic muscles, telling me what she'd done to her new lover's cock with them. I returned the favour with a few strong pulses of my own cock, struggling not to lose the battle with my desire to just shoot my own load into her.

When I pulled out for the first time I looked down and saw this:

Maybe he had been right after she'd tried to take a picture of his cum oozing from her pussy and he'd said he'd put it too deep in her. It was certainly inside her, and my cock had found it and was doing its best to pull it out again. I was coated in cum. I know it was cum. I scooped some up from my shaft with my finger and Anna tasted it.

She could tell I was close to cumming so she cut straight to recounting the moment when Ian lost control himself and blew his load deep into her pussy the second time they fucked last night. That sent me into a long frenzy of banging her, my cock rigid, her hips pushing back at me with every thrust. As I approached my orgasm she started panting "wait for me, wait for me" in rhythm with our banging. I couldn't really wait - I was too far gone - but my moans as I started to cum inside her accelerated her own rush towards orgasm and we finished off together, her clinging onto me and chanting, "I love you, I love you" over and over in my ear as we rocked each other's bodies.

The aftermath, my cock flaccid, and my cock and pubes slick with a blend of Ian's cum and mine:

Life's damn good.

Ben

Anna's account of her first time with Ian (part 2)

2011-02-06T21:58:00.009Z

The story continued from the previous post, right to this morning. When Anna wrote her notes it was all intended for me, so the "you" in it is me! I decided to leave it like that when I transcribed it for the blog.

This post is another milestone for us. To date I've only ever posted pics of Jerry's or my cock in Annabel's beautiful places. There were no pics taken when she fucked Paul in November. So the two pics in this post are the first in this blog that are of a guy other than me or Jerry. Dunno why, but that gives me a quiet buzz! I couldn't resist the temptation to insert a couple of comments against the two pics below.

Enjoy...

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We fucked like that in missionary position across the bed for a while, fast and slow, and I came quite quickly. Not as loudly as I usually do, and I wasn’t sure he had even realised.

After I came we changed positions slightly and he put my ankles up on his shoulders so he could get in really deep. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, and I told him so, so he pulled back a bit. This was the first time it became obvious to me that he is longer than Jerry or you.

It was just quiet leisurely fucking with him looking down at me but not saying anything, just smiling gently and watching my reactions to his movements inside me.

Then the phone rang.

He thought it must be the curry delivery person about to knock on the front door any time, so he pulled out and went to answer the phone in the corner of the bedroom. Then, in a moment of mild comedy, he turned round and signalled to me to be silent in case it turned out to be his girlfriend calling. As it happened it was his girlfriend’s dad. We were laughing to each other as he was trying to hold down a normal conversation while still slightly out of breath from fucking me. His “father-in-law” was clearly in a mood to chat and Ian struggled to get him off the phone.

By the time he’d finished his cock was soft again so we just lay back on the pillows on his bed, me lying alongside him. He told me that he loved the way my pussy felt, how tight it was and how seriously strong my muscles were. All those kegel exercises have been paying off!

We had a serious conversation about safety. He told me that he’s been faithful to his girlfriend since they got together three years ago. (He told me some time ago in a phone call about how they were growing apart sexually and they almost never had sex now.) He also told me about his previous girlfriend who was bi and a bit of a vixen by all accounts. We had had this conversation before on the phone but it was good to have it again because it had been on my mind. She had suggested about four years ago that they go to a swing club and he agreed. In the event it was her who pulled, with two other guys. Ian watched her fuck both of them that night at the club, with condoms, but he didn’t see any action himself. It was reassuring to hear him telling me his recent history first hand. Much easier to sniff out bullshit that way!

He kept telling me how gorgeous I was, which was flattering but gave me a dilemma because I certainly would have been lying if I’d directly returned the compliment! He’s not gorgeous to me. A lovely guy, with a great sense of humour, great self-confidence (which I find attractive) and looks that I would describe as endearing and... cuddly. Not a stud like Jerry, but a nice fuck buddy nonetheless.

The phone rang again and this time it was the takeaway guy. He pulled on some clothes and went to meet him at the door. I followed a few minutes later in leggings and a big loose sweater.

We sat down in the kitchen to eat and he opened another bottle of red wine. We had an easy-going and wide-ranging conversation over dinner. Everything from ghosts and renewable energy to the merits of the various James Bond actors.

After dinner we went back to the sofa in the lounge and snuggled up close.

He asked me how many men I’d seen since I started hotwifing. (He didn’t use that term. I think he just said “since your hubby started letting you fuck other guys.”) I talked about Jerry (no names mentioned) and the fact that I’d been seeing him for more than three years but that it had become a bit sporadic since he had been struggling with the slow death of his marriage. I said that you had been encouraging me to meet new guys and that I’d only seen one other guy (Paul) since the new search began in October last year. He didn’t ask for any more details about Jerry and Paul so we moved on. He was totally relaxed about the lifestyle we follow.

As we cuddled on the sofa I commented on how smooth his skin was on his arms, especially on the inside of his forearms. I stroked the inside of his elbows which he liked, and then his palms. He said he was a very tactile person and loved to be touched.

Before we knew it, it was 10.30pm and he suggested we head back to his bed. He was conscious of the fact that he needed to be up at 6.30am to get ready for work... hardly ideal for an overnighter with a new lover! We both spent some time in the bathroom - teeth and so on - hardly wild throes of passion! Before long we were back in his bed under the duvet, escaping the cold. I snuggled up to him.

He lay on his side and started sucking my nipples again, and stroking my pussy at the same time. I was quickly back to being very aroused and my pussy started getting wet under the gentle touch of his fingers. He went on to licking and sucking my pussy while I held and slowly stroked his hardening cock.

[Hubby's note: Is it me or does that look like a very big cock in my wife's hand?]

Until that point I hadn’t had his cock anywhere near my mouth but it felt nice in my hand so I went down and started licking and then sucking him. He is very smooth and if there is any foreskin there it was not noticeable to me when erect. He tasted a little bit of my pussy from earlier, and his cock felt good and hard between my lips. He was breathing deeply and heavily now and moaning gently how good it felt to be sucked by me at last.

I didn’t want him to have his first orgasm in my mouth so I got astride him and he didn’t hesitate to push up deep inside me, all the way in one stroke again. He seems to like doing that! He started talking really dirty for the first time. He was obviously very turned on at this time. He started asking if I was sure I could take his cock at maximum hardness because it would get bigger still. He told me he could see how much I loved grinding down on his big cock with my tight wet pussy... he was right! He kept saying that I really needed it and that as we carried on his cock was going to get longer and thicker. I didn’t believe him, but more of that shortly.

It was certainly feeling very good inside me but I didn’t cum too soon. I was trying to hold back. I decided to show him one of your favourite positions - the one where I squat over you and take your cock inside me using my leg muscles to pump up and down. He said he loved the view that gave him and I was worried that he might cum too soon, so I sat back down on him. He amused himself for a few minutes by lifting my up off the bed on his cock.

I could feel my orgasm starting to rise and he could see it too, so we went back into intense grinding and I came, pushing hard down on his cock so that it ground into my cervix in that way that makes me cum so hard. I was properly loud this time! He was left in no doubt.

He didn’t cum, just carried on thrusting and grinding through my orgasm, so I came down very gently and we continued to fuck.

After a while I climbed off him and lay on my back. He lay on his side with my legs up over his hips and he slipped into me sideways. We fucked like that for ages and ages, probably 45 minutes. It was very, very nice. He kept saying he was going to get bigger inside me and I could definitely feel it when it swelled and it would last a minute or two each time. No idea how he did it but it was an unbelievable sensation. I told him I liked his big cock. He beamed!

At that point I reached across to my camera which I’d put by the bed earlier when we undressed. He’d said earlier when I asked him that he didn’t mind me taking pics. He asked whether it was so you could see the evidence of me being fucked by a big hard cock - he was clearly getting a buzz out of that. I took some pics of him inside my pussy at that point and then we carried on fucking in the same position.

[Hubby's note - love seeing Anna's cute birthmark in this pic! You can also see it with Jerry's cock here. And I also love the way her inner lips are caressing his shaft...]

I was starting to get quite tired and thirsty. I lifted my legs vertical and rolled over to have a mouthful of water from the glass by the bed. He stayed inside me and carried on fucking me from behind with both of us on our sides, like doggie lying down. It felt very wet and deep. He asked me if it was OK for him to fill me with his hot sticky cum. I agreed and readied myself for some feral hard banging... but in reality I quickly realised that the silent shuddering that was being transmitted through his cock into my pussy was actually him cumming already, deep deep deep inside me. For the first time the length of his cock became apparent and I could feel it pressing a place a long way up as he squirted and squirted. I didn’t even notice a change in his breathing when he came - so unlike you and Jerry. He is very controlled during sex, which I guess is good when it comes to fucking me for ages without cumming, but a bit more passion would have been nice!

After he finished he asked me if I wanted to take a cum picture for you, which I did, but actually there was nothing showing, despite the apparent force of his orgasm. He smiled and said that he’d obviously left it a long way inside! But even when I went to the loo later I didn’t feel much wetness come out. I suppose we have seen the same thing with Jerry sometimes.

We went to sleep soon after that. He went straight off but I lay there for a while, struggling to get the balance between being too cold and snuggling up to his very hot body and over-heating!

I woke up before him and let him sleep on. It was still dark outside and I had no idea what time it was. I was wondering what would happen when he woke up. I’d have liked another fuck as I had nice memories of the one before we went to sleep. When his alarm went off he lay a hand gently on my bum and we stayed like that for a little while. I expected him to roll over and present a rock hard morning erection to me, but no such luck! He apologised that he wasn’t going to have much time before leaving for work and taking me to the station, and he headed for the shower. I didn’t even have time for one of those before dressing. I consoled myself with the thought that I’d be able to give myself to you exactly as he’d left me...

Anna's account of her first time with Ian (part 1)

2011-02-06T12:16:00.006Z

This is a transcript of the notes Anna wrote about last night with Ian during her train journey home this morning.

She arrived home at 10.45 this morning. I'd just got home from delivering our kids to friends for the morning when she arrived, looking gorgeous, ruffled and a little tired. There had been no time for a shower before they left his place this morning, so I had the pleasure of reclaiming her fresh from his time with her. Anyway, more of that in a later post. For now, here's Anna's account of last night, starting from about 7.45pm.

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He went to get a takeaway menu and then came back with the phone and sat on a footstool in front of me where I was sitting on the sofa. He was very close to me for the first time since I'd arrived which I took as a clear signal that he felt the time had come to take me to the next level.

After he'd ordered the takeaway he suggested he kiss me and I had a nervous giggly fit - I felt like a 16 year old again - just like the first kiss with Paul. He kissed me and it was nice, gentle, but straight to tongues.

We didn't kiss for long before he suggested that we go to the bedroom, so he led and I followed.

It was very cold in his room. It was strangely bachelor pad-like despite lots of evidence of his girlfriend. The bed was obviously freshly made, but it was very cold! I wasn't sure if I was shivering from nervousness or cold.

He sat on the bed and pulled me to him so I was standing between his legs. He started kissing me again which put me at ease and made me feel less nervous and more excited. He kissed my neck a lot, very gently, and reminded me that I had told him I liked that ages ago on the phone, and he hadn't forgotten.

It did the trick and soon I was breathing quite heavily. His hands were roaming over my bum and back and he said I had a lovely bum. Kneeling between my legs as I sat on the bed his face was at the same height as my cleavage and he started nuzzling it, which I enjoyed. We stayed like that for a while and I expected him to put his hand up my skirt but I think he wanted things to progress at my pace, not his. I wanted him to move faster!

So I undid my cardigan and took it off, and unzipped my dress a few inches to show him more cleavage and the top of my bra. He ran his hands over my boobs for the first time while kissing my cleavage, but still slowly and gently. Then, at last, he unzipped my dress all the way down and it fell to the floor, leaving me in bra, knickers, stockings and my high heeled boots.. He liked that I had chosen an easy access dress!

I felt exposed (and cold) but happy and excited and glad I had one of my nicest lingerie sets on. He was standing up now and as he looked down at me he joked that all his Christmases has come at once and said that I was even sexier than he had imagined from the two pics I'd sent him. He particularly liked my stockings and boots.

He kneeled again and asked me to stand up. He ran his hands up the insides of my thighs and started toying with the edges of my knickers, all the while looking up at me. I had my eyes closed most of the time, breathing deeply, but every time I opened them I saw him staring up at me, smiling a broad smile.

He started stroking my pussy through the fabric of my knickers and told me that he could tell that I was already very wet. He didn't go inside them though.

I said that it was unfair that he was still fully clothed and I took his shirt and t-shirt off so he was naked waist up. He isn't that toned, but not overweight, just average really. I liked the fact that he wasn't too hairy!

I undid my bra as he clearly wanted better access and that particular bra (Marlies Dekkers) needs advanced unclipping skills. He looked quite amazed when he saw my boobs in the flesh for the first time, and just stared for a while, still on his knees with them just above eye level. He said they were magnificent, then went to work on them, sucking one nipple and stroking the other, and alternating, which soon had me panting with my head back. I love having my nipples sucked. I could feel where my leg was pressing against his crotch that he was hard, but he still had jeans and boxers on.

He stood up, gently pushed me back on the bed and pulled my knickers down. He took a moment to admire my freshly shaved pussy and said "magnificent" again. Maybe his favourite word?! He came up on the bed between my legs. I was now completely naked apart from my stockings and boots. He went down on me and started licking my clitty very gently, looking up at me a few times to check I was OK with it. It was absolutely lovely. He is a very good licker and was obviously enjoying it. He told me I tasted wonderful. His hands were on my boobs at the same time, gently rolling my nipples. I was pretty horny by now, and my hips were starting to do that grinding thing when I lose control of my pelvis.

After a while, and nothing was moving at a very fast pace, I asked him to kiss me again so I could taste my pussy on his lips. This seemed to arouse him. He turned round and sat on he end of the bed between my legs and quickly took off his jeans and boxers.

As he turned round and leaned over me I caught sight of his cock for the first time. It looked promisingly large, despite not yet being fully hard, and it didn't look particularly uncut. I did notice though that he was almost completely hairless in his pubic area, naturally, not from shaving. He stayed propped up above me on his arms for a moment, his cock hanging down and pointing suggestively at my pussy. It knew where it wanted to go! I took it in one hand and rubbed it gently against my pussy lips for a few moments and it suddenly got very much harder. His first entry was gentle, but very determined. There was no resistance from my soaking pussy - it went in all the way to his balls in one go.

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To be continued later today... with pics!

Can't wait to see her

2011-02-06T08:00:00.003Z

Been awake since 6am desperate to see my gorgeous, naughty wife. Struggled to resist the very strong urge to wank... thinking about what probably happened when they woke up this morning (early because he had to go to work.)

Then at 7.30am:

Anna: "Hope you slept alright. Can't wait to get home now. Miss you. About to leave for station. xxx"
Me: "I slept ok thanks. Did you make it through the night without getting rogered again?! x"
Anna: "I did and absolutely no touching this morning. A bit weird really. x"
Me: "That is odd. Do u feel ok?"
Anna: "I feel fine. It's a bit surreal tho. V tired as slept v badly. Bad bed. Will need some extra sleep later. xx"
Me: "No prob. As long as I can have you first ;-) Can't wait to see you. Now get that notebook out... x"
Anna: "You too. Need a hug. x"

There's going to be a lot to talk about when she gets home. The notebook is part of our plan to make sure that she can recount as much detail of events to me as possible. She knows I can't survive a solo Annabel mission without hearing the details later, and we expected there to be a lot of detail for her to have to remember after last night. In the event, it sounds like the sex might not have been so extensive and adventurous as I think she'd hoped it would be.

I'm also hoping she might have managed to get some pics with the camera she took. I haven't dared ask yet... don't want to be disappointed.

Can't wait to see my baby.

Ben

Our last exchange before sleep

2011-02-06T00:16:00.002Z

Text from Anna at quarter past midnight:

Anna: "I have been properly fucked. Am full of cum now. Long slow fuck for more than an hour. :-) Going to sleep now. Love you more than ever. Xxxxx goodnight. Hope you are ok. x"
Me: "I'm fine. V good to hear you sounding happy. Luv u too. Night x"
Anna: "x"

That's good enough for me. She's had a good time, and who knows what will happen in the middle of the night! Or first thing when he presents his morning glory...

He has to be at work at 8am tomorrow, so they have a horribly early start. Almost not worth going to sleep!

I'm expecting Anna home at about 10.30am. Kids are going to friends for the morning so that I can reclaim my bride in uninterrupted style. Now for some sleep to build up my powers and my semen reserves. There will be some serious flushing to be done.

Night!

Ben

The latest... a call from my hotwife

2011-02-05T22:09:00.003Z

Just as I published my last blog post the phone rang.

It was Anna, speaking very quietly because Ian was just next door speaking to his girlfriend on the phone.

It's left me oddly deflated. She told me as much as she could in the short time we had before he came back into the room. She's been surprised by how messy his life is, considering that he's a professional guy in a very responsible job. She's realised that she's attracted to smartness in a man! She said their first fuck was "lovely" but not mind-blowing. She came, and he was just about to when the phone rang. Worried that it was his girlfriend, he stopped to answer it. It wasn't his girlfriend! So the rhythm was broken. Oddly, as I mentioned in my previous post, they did start fucking just after 8.30pm... so my all over shudder was right on time! [cue Twilight Zone theme tune...]

She said that he's given her great oral and done good things to her boobs with his fingers and tongue, that he was much more focused on foreplay than Jerry, her long term lover (most men are - Jerry's really just a breeding machine!), and that she hadn't yet paid any close attention to his uncut cock because it was inside her before she got the chance! She did say it was moderately bigger than mine but not as big as Jerry or Paul's.

They've only done missionary so far and she suspects that he's not going to prove a very imaginative lover when it comes to varying their positions - she said she'd have to take the lead on that.

Overall, she said that she was quite happy and excited, but that he'd not yet proven himself as a potential long termer for her and for now she was expecting to treat him as "an experience."

I'm hoping for another update before they go to bed in a couple of hours.

Ben

Weird connections

2011-02-05T21:56:00.003Z

At about 8.35pm this evening I was having a good Yahoo Messenger chat with an online friend who's been following Anna and chatting with me for months and months now. (Hi Dave.) He's a potential hotwife hubby whose wife is motivated but hasn't yet managed to make it a reality for them.

We were discussing the evening's events, and I got one of those all over shudders that chills you and gives you goosebumps and puts butterflies in your stomach. I don't really believe in this sort of "sixth sense" stuff, but since Anna contacted me about 15 minutes later with the news that she had had her first fuck with Ian, it did leave me wondering...

No news since. It's relaxed me to know that they are past first base, but now I'm left wondering about all the details...

Has she sucked his uncut cock yet?

Has he given her the best cunnilingus she's ever had, as he promised he would?

What positions have they done?

And everything else you can imagine!

Ben

My wife's third lover is now a reality

2011-02-05T20:51:00.002Z

Had a text a few minutes ago:

Anna: "The deed is done. Feel better now. x"
Me: "Was he good?"
Anna: "Not bad. Xx. U ok?"
Me: "Am happy. X"

I'm also full of testosterone and adrenaline.

This is proving to be one of the weirdest evenings of my life.

I'm getting flashbacks to one evening when I was 20 and one of my best friends was fucking my girlfriend of the time at his place. They both thought I didn't know, but her best friend had told me because she was so angry at my GF's behaviour. I spent a lot of time that evening wondering whether it would have been better not to know what was going on. That feeling of gnawing in the stomach is exactly what I'm feeling now, only these days I seek it out for pleasure, rather than dread it as the worst possible emotion that can occur in a relationship.

How strange the twists and turns of our minds.

Ben

Contact

2011-02-05T19:37:00.002Z

Bang on half past seven, two hours since they met, I had this text:

Anna: "Going slow. Not sure... but ok. x"
Me: "Do you not fancy him?"
Anna: "Ish. House is a bit of a mess. Not sure I want to stay. x"
Me: "Hmmmm. % chance of fucking him?"
Anna: "50"
Me: "Relax. Do what feels right. Call me if you need to. xxxxx"

So not a very promising start...

In some ways, knowing that the chances are now 50/50 is the worst possible situation because at least before I could convince myself that they were dead cert lovers!

So now I wait again...

My hit prediction? They fuck. She loses her inhibitions. They fuck again. And again. She stays the night. She forgives him the state of his place. She comes home wanting to see him again but at a hotel next time! With Paul she felt no strong physical attraction to him, but the moment he started kissing her and his fingers alighted on her nipples, she had no hope...

I know my hotwife! And I love her so much.

Ben

One hour in

2011-02-05T18:33:00.002Z

They've been together for an hour now. No news yet.

Are they still just chatting? Have they kissed? Surely that first kiss will lead quickly to much more...

Maybe it's just been a whirlwind of sex from the earliest opportunity? Maybe she's just too busy to text me?

The agony!

B

They are together now

2011-02-05T17:28:00.003Z

Just had a text from Anna when she arrived at the station.

She's very nervous.

So am I.

I told her that after she'd checked in with me on arrival there, I didn't want to hear anything more until a text to tell me that they've fucked. No idea at all when that text will come. One hour? Two hours? Midnight? I hope I can just enjoy the anticipation though. Wish me luck, and thanks for the good wishes from those of you who've sent me private messages.

So... here we go...

Ben

Saying goodbye

2011-02-05T15:18:00.002Z

Anna saying goodbye to my cock whilst getting herself ready for her meeting tonight with Ian.

The heat is on

2011-02-05T10:37:00.002Z

Text exchange between Ian and Anna this morning:

Ian: "Are we still on for tonight? My cock is already hard at the thought of finally getting my hands on those beautiful big tits of yours. x"

Anna: "Definitely. My pussy is hungry. x"

Reassurance

2011-02-04T17:44:00.003Z

Training for the marathon

2011-02-02T14:21:00.002Z

Anna's really getting serious about this Saturday night's date with new guy Ian.

I've never seen her like this before ahead of any meeting with a lover, but then this one is a bit different. First time with completely new guy; she's travelling to meet him (another first); and it'll be her first overnighter with any guy, including long term lover Jerry.

She's been in a kind of sexual health and fitness regime since middle of last week. This is a kind of turbo-charged version of her New Years resolution to lose some weight and improve her energy and stamina levels, but it's extreme for her!

Fitness-wise, she's been to the gym three times in a week, went for her usual weekly run on Monday, and has been doing yoga every evening with her personal trainer on Wii Fit.

She's gone into super-healthy eating mode - cutting right back on quantities, all low fat healthy options, no carbs in the evening, popping acai berry pills and echinacea to ward off any coughs and sneezes, and no booze at all.

Most unusually though, she's become very conscious of her... pelvic fitness. She always does her kegel exercises a couple of times a day, but at the moment she's doing them a couple of times an hour. In the evenings she's carrying a small, slim vibe around inside her pussy to give herself something hard to squeeze against with those already awesome muscles. She told me on Saturday night that my last fuck with her before Ian would be Sunday... and we did indeed have the most extraordinary meeting of bodies and minds that night. Since then, nothing inside her except her little pussy exercising vibe, and after tonight it's nothing inside her at all until Saturday.

Finally, she's depriving herself of any orgasms this week. Her last one was with me on Sunday night - a belter too, so loud that it woke the kids downstairs - and now she's keeping herself keen by refusing any of my advances! I'm winding her up as much as possible by reminiscing about her past encounters with Jerry and Paul, all with her best interests at heart, of course! I think she's on track for a truly explosive encounter with Ian.

But... only if she fancies him! She's seen a couple of still pics, and there is undoubted chemistry between them when they chat on the phone. But there's still that outside chance that when they meet in person the magic just won't be there. She seems pretty confident all will be ok... I truly hope so.

What about my sexual mental health? She's promised me that she will make sure I still get as many orgasms as I need before she gets on the train on Saturday afternoon. I am expecting Saturday night to be my most emotionally intense experience since Anna started hotwifing, and it won't help at all if I'm backed up to the max with unreleased orgasm power! I don't yet have a plan for how I'm going to get through the night. Any advice from experienced hotwife hubbies gratefully received.

Ben

The anticipation

2011-01-30T14:49:00.006Z

OK, I admit it, I'm really really excited now! I had a nice long chat with Ian this morning about what's going to happen next Saturday when I go an meet him, and now I just can't wait.

After being blown out by Jerry the other day I've been feeling a bit down about hotwifing, but it feels like we're back on track now.

Ben's admitted to me that he's feeling very nervous about next weekend, especially because he was expecting to have his first experience of letting me go for an overnight meeting when I spent the night with Jerry. To him Jerry is the safe option because I've been seeing him for so long now. Now that my overnighter with Jerry is off, the first one will be with Ian. To me that makes it all the more exciting - meeting a guy that I've never met in person before with the intention of staying the whole night with him... :-0

I'll be giving Ben a lot of emotional reassurance this week. But I won't let that include sex every night because I know from experience that I get my best times with lovers when I've had a break from sex with Ben for a few days beforehand. So it's no orgasms for me from mid week, nothing in my pussy during the same period and loads and loads of kegel exercises to get myself ready for Ian's first time inside me.

Ben and I have already discussed what I'm going to wear for Ian and how Ben's going to prepare my pussy. Maybe I'll ask him to post a pic here before I go next Saturday...

I'm also already looking forward to letting Ben reclaim me on Sunday when I get home! That's going to be a big one, I'm sure.

Only six sleeps left until Ian...

Anna

Sad hotwife, happy hotwife

2011-01-29T07:34:00.003Z

Anna's relationship with Jerry has been full of highs of excitement and lows of disappointment, as long term readers will remember. Such are the risks of choosing a fuck buddy who is unhappily married to another but decent enough to feel guilt at his activities as the lover of my wife.

They were due to meet overnight this coming Monday, but Jerry has had one of his periodic bouts of regret and has called it off. Anna has been very low since she heard from him on Wednesday night. After an initial showing of potential lust for me, driven by her indignation at Jerry's withdrawal from their exciting illicit meeting plan, she's had no interest in sex at all. A big contrast to the evenings earlier in the week, when she was unable to stop herself using my cock to bring herself off each night before bed, whilst talking me through her plans for Jerry's meat next Monday night... I wasn't complaining!

On the upside, she's now happily re-focusing on her overnight date with Ian next Saturday. They had a long sext exchange yesterday afternoon and evening which involved some detailed planning for travel and timings. She's started to get quite vocal with me about her feelings about the fact that this guy is uncut, and what that will mean for the way she handles him. She hasn't had an uncut man since she was 16... and she can't remember what it's like. I've been no use as a source of advice, so she's been using Google to find out more! Any advice from experienced readers here would be gratefully received by my naive hotwife ;-) especially as regards blowing him and anything she needs to know.

Paul has also been back in touch by text after a long silence. He'd been on hols with his family. Anna has a business trip to London planned in late February, and they are looking at whether he can meet her there in her hotel room one night. She's very excited about it, but in a purely lustful way that is entirely related to the way his cock felt inside her that first time, and the way he pleasured her with his tongue. Jerry is not a licker, and as Anna will explain when she gets round to finishing her account of her first night with Paul, he is a master of tongue/pussy action. She has no very strong desire for the rest of his body, which she described to me as "a bit soft", but those physical aspects and their chemistry as friends are driving her excitedly towards another meeting. I hope it comes off. She needs to break the spell of Jerry. We're part of the way there, but his ability to throw her off track with the disappointment of a cancellation shows that she still desperately needs to spread her affections more widely!

Ben

The first time with the second lover

2011-01-19T16:08:00.001Z

This is an auspicious moment, friends. For two reasons. Firstly, I've managed to tempt Anna back to the blogging keyboard (at least partially!) for the first time for months. And secondly, this is her account of her first fuck with Paul, her newest lover. It took place on Monday 29 November, and it's taken me this long to help her pull together the following account.

What you can read below has been written by Annabel based on the notes I made the day after the big event from my memory of her breathless account of the proceedings when she came home to me on the big night.

We didn't bother with the bit that came before their arrival at his hotel room. He was in our town on business and staying at a local 5 star. He had arrived in town early evening and invited Anna for a drink. She left home at 9pm and drove to his hotel. They walked to a nearby bar where they had a beer for an hour or so. Then they moved to a nightclub. Another beer, and I had a text from her at about 10.15 saying "Hi, all is cool. Happy. You ok? Having a beer xxxxxxxx." They left the club at about 11.45 and headed back to his hotel. Rejecting the idea of another drink at the hotel bar, they headed for his room for a "coffee"...

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When I crossed the threshold of his bedroom I knew that I was unlikely to get out again without feeling his cock inside my excited pussy.

I felt a shiver of excitement and butterflies in my tummy.

He offered me a tea or coffee - there was no booze in the minibar. I asked him if there was a peppermint tea, and I got lucky. I’d only had a couple of beers with him, but my mind was a bit woozy and I proved it when I put milk in the peppermint tea! I never got round to making a second one though, because he pulled me to him and kissed me, tenderly, but with unmistakable purpose.

As his hand moved from my bum and up to touched one of my boobs through my jumper, I felt a thrill of excitement run through me. In my own mind at that moment I still didn’t really know how things were going to end up but with every minute that passed, and every little step forward in the way he was arousing me, I felt a frenzied fucking becoming more and more inevitable!

From standing by the window, he steered me to the bed. He was transforming from the perfect gentleman I’d spent the evening with into an assertive lover who left me in no doubt what he wanted. He didn’t need to push me back on the bed though - I found myself doing that for him and before I knew it he was on top of me, fully clothed, and I was enjoying the unmistakable feeling of his hard-on pressing on my clitty as we kissed again.

He was expertly stroking my left nipple through my jumper, shirt and bra and it obligingly stood very proudly to attention just to make it easier for him to find it! He considerately turned his attention to the other one for some time, before pushing himself up and going to turn down the room lights which were just a bit brighter than they should have been.

While he was up I sat up and took off my jumper to give him better access to my nipples when he came back. To my surprise the first thing he did when he was back with me was kneel in front of me and unbutton my shirt, staring into my eyes with an intent look of concentration and desire all the time, leaving me in my jeans and bra. His intensity was really turning me on.

He was soon on top of me again, stroking my rigid nipples through my bra. He moved his head down and started lightly biting my left nipple then pulling back to watch it harden more, pushing through the fabric. He looked at me, smiling and I told him to do the same to the other one. He’d clearly had enough of looking at my boobs through my bra so I helped him by lifting my back so that he could unfasten it. He threw it aside and just stared, beaming, as he kneeled between my open legs. I remember him just saying, “They are incredible.” His totally open response to my body was a massive turn-on and I found myself grabbing his forearms and pulling him back down to kiss me.

Without a word, he got off me again and went to work on stripping my lower half, pulling my boots and jeans off and leaving me lying there in front of him, naked apart from my knickers. My new lover who I’d known for just a few hours was moving in. My nipples were as hard as they have ever been, pointing straight at the ceiling.

He lay down on me again, kissed me first, and then went to work on my exposed nipples with his lips and tongue, leaving me panting and grinding my hips up at his crotch. I was already in another world and nothing could possibly have stopped me from wanting to get his cock inside me at that point.

He moved off to lie slightly to one side of me and started running his fingers from my nipples down my tummy, round my belly button and down to the top of my knickers, just teasing me with the odd fingertip going down inside to touch my pubes. I was gasping into his mouth as he led me further and further towards the inevitable. Then he put his fingers down my knickers and found my engorged clitty and my very wet pussy hole, and I completely lost control of my hips. They were bucking and rotating as my pussy sucked on his fingers in the hope of bigger things to come!

“I have too many clothes on,” he said, and he got undressed down to his t-shirt and boxers. I had the sense that he really wanted to leave getting completely naked until the last possible moment, but I wasn’t interested in any part of his body other than his cock at that moment!

He kneeled on the floor between my legs, which were hanging over the end of the bed, and gently peeled my knickers down, leaving me completely naked. My head was back on the bed, eyes closed, and I was just yearning to be fucked.

When I looked back down at him he’d taken off his t-shirt and boxers, still kneeling, and was gazing at my pussy. “You’re even beautiful down there,” he said. I couldn't quite see his cock...

Not wanting to wait any longer I asked him, “Have you got condoms?” “No. Shall I call the hotel porter?” We laughed but I said no. My hips were still rotating involuntarily and I was breathing hard and fast. He climbed back on top of me and lay with his hard cock lying just to one side of my pussy in that nice groove where hip meets tummy. It seemed to fit quite nicely there. He was propped up slightly on his hands and had a serious look on his face now. He kissed me again and asked me what I wanted him to do. I kissed him back and told him to carry on kissing me.

We kissed for some time, my legs wide apart, me still grinding my hips against his cock, him gently meeting each of my thrusts with a little pressure of his own. Gradually, gradually, I was aware that his cock was moving downwards. I felt his balls lying against my pussy's lips. Then they weren’t there any more, and with one particularly hard and meaningful simultaneous movement of our hips, the head of his cock slipped down over my clitty... and I couldn’t feel it any more. He shuffled slightly up my body, still kissing me. Then, I felt it - the hot head of his cock touched my lips and I knew that I was about to take my second lover since I started my adventures as a hotwife.

He stayed right where he was for what seemed like ages, his cock head just nestling at the entrance to my very wet passage, twitching occasionally as if to remind both of us that it was ready for action! We kept on kissing and I put my hands firmly on his buttocks so that he was in no doubt about what I wanted. Ever so slowly, almost imperceptibly, his cock started to slide into me. He kept pulling away from our kissing and checking with me. The perfect gentleman!

I was simply desperate to be fucked and after about the fourth time he checked with me that I was OK I told him to just fuck me. He responded with a long, slow push as far as he could go and I gasped loudly at the sudden gorgeous feeling of fullness after such a long, excruciating build-up. Such a loud gasp that he pulled back again to make sure I was OK again! So I begged him again to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. After that it was full on fucking, and he went straight to my magic place. No-one’s ever managed that before. He’s not an animal banging machine, but a very sensitive skilled lover who looks for what’s working and does more of it. He also has a beautifully thick and long cock. Bliss...

He clearly recognised quickly that massaging my cervix with his hard cockhead was what was doing it for me, so he nailed me to the bed with his shaft and ground down into me in a way that quickly had my first orgasm rising in my pelvic zone.

I’m not sure he could believe how fast I came. Must have been no more than 2 minutes after he got inside me, but cum I did and despite my total delirium even I was aware of quite how loudly I was crying out when the big wave hit me. After a lovely quiet cuddle for a few minutes he propped himself up on his hands above me and said, “You make lovely noises!”

Part 2 to come very soon!

“I feel SO full”

2011-01-17T21:13:00.022Z

Firstly, I need to bring you up to date with Anna’s dates.

Since I last posted here Anna has made exciting arrangements with two guys, both of which will involve overnight stays.

On Monday 31 January she’ll be spending the night with Jerry at a hotel about two hours from home. I won’t be there. This is a first for them in three and a half years of their relationship. It’s created a huge amount of excitement for both of them, judging by Anna’s demeanour in the past few days and the volume and nature of text traffic between them recently.

There’s always a risk of a fuck buddy relationship going stale over a long period of time. Anna’s relationship with Jerry has held up incredibly well over the years. It’s still an eye-opener for me to see the way she dissolves into a wanton, panting state within minutes of being in his presence, and the way his hefty cock engorges and stands quickly to attention the moment it’s in her hand. But even so, we’re all aware of the potential for this planned overnighter to take them onto a new plane of excitement, arousal and passion. Anna and I won’t be talking about much else between now and then.

The second new development is a date with new guy Ian at his home. Anna and Ian have not even met in the real world yet. They met on a dating site last year, exchanged pics and lots of texts and emails, have spoken on the phone several times, but never managed a real world rendezvous. About a week ago he made contact to let Anna know that his girlfriend was going to be away for 24 hours on Saturday 5 February and that he’d love to meet Anna at last. He lives about an hour away, and he’s already told Anna that as and when his first chance with her arrived, he’d prefer it to be without me present. He’s got no experience as a hotwife’s fuck buddy, and although he’s taken to the whole concept with admirable openness, he’s been very honest about the fact that he wasn’t confident about “performing” in front of his new lover’s husband first time out. I can understand this. I certainly don’t think I’d be able to do it!

So Anna and I had to take an early decision in relation to Ian, and whether I could stomach her going solo with him first time. When we discussed it (in November last year) the plan was that he’d come to our place while I and the kids were elsewhere, so Anna would at least be comfortable on home ground. The idea of her travelling to his place was new last week, and it gave us cause for another heart-to-heart about what I could handle in her new adventures with this new guy. My decision to let her do it has been helped enormously by the fact that she had her slightly impromptu session with other new guy Paul at the end of November. That has no doubt helped me get used to the idea of her being seriously adventurous in her early encounters with new lovers.

So, in short, I agreed to let her travel to see Ian. The plan is that she’ll go by train to arrive just after lunchtime, and he’ll meet her at the station. They have both acknowledged that there’s an initial hurdle to overcome, given that they’ve never met before! So it’ll be coffee somewhere neutral first, before they move on to his place, and only if they are both confident that the mutual attraction that’s developed in the virtual world will translate into real world naked action!

But Saturday 5 Feb feels like ages away at present, with the more immediate prospect of Anna’s night of banging passion with Jerry to look forward to first.

In other news, Jerry paid Anna a visit at our home last night.

He had been away for the weekend and they had had some very hot sext exchanges, especially late on Saturday evening, winding each other up about their planned overnighter. That conversation got pretty steamy. I’d gone to bed early so I didn’t get to catch up with it until Sunday morning, just after I got up. Quite a way to get myself ready for the day.

So when he got home on Sunday evening he was very fired up, and he turned up just before 9pm last night to “give you the proper fucking you need,” as his earlier text had said.

They treated me to some lovely views.

After these shots, they turned over into missionary. Planted between her wide open thighs, he ground his swollen cock deep into her in the way she loves best. My favourite moment in the 20 minutes they were fucking was when he stopped grinding for a moment, and between their heavy, horny breaths I heard her gasp, “I feel SO full!”

They turned over again with her astride him. He held back and back as her orgasm built, teasing her with a wide variety of motions and depths, until she yelled “Oh my god!” and “Fuck me, fuck me now!” whilst digging her fingers into his bum, and he obliged with a solid banging that left her howling with pleasure at the feel of his firm tool deeply massaging her cervix in an orgasm that went on for nearly a minute.

They stopped for a breather. I looked between her legs to see what was going on. His cock looked as fat as I’ve ever seen it, wrapped tightly in her glistening and pulsing lips, as she cooled down from her orgasm. When her involuntary spasms had passed, I saw new pulses of muscular activity in her whole pussy, and I knew from his accompanying moans that she was exercising her pelvic floor muscles on his cock. I saw him start to respond to each of her squeezes with a big twitch of his equipment that started with his butthole and surged through his balls, along the little I could see of his shaft, and into her pussy, momentarily forcing her lips wider as the wave filled his cock with power and hardness. The bit I loved best was the sight of that thick tube that runs along the underside of his cock swelling and bulging with each spasm, mimicking the way it looks when he’s orgasming, as it bulges with each delivery of thick semen deep into her vagina.

It didn’t take more than ten of her tight pelvic squeezes before he started to lose control and groaned into Anna’s ear, “Can I cum in you Anna?” “Yes!” she gasped. “I’m going to cum inside you Anna!” “Please, please!” “Do you want me to fill you with my seeds Anna?” “Yes, go on, cum in me PLEASE!” And that sent him rushing towards his own orgasm, roaring his inimitable roar as he went into a frenzy of fucking to complete his mission. Anna’s whole body was bounced upwards in three big thrusts as he tried his best to bury himself whole in her welcoming pussy. I saw his balls tighten as he came, but alas no sight of that throbbing semen delivery pipe as he came - it was way too deeply embedded in my wife’s wanton hole for it to be visible as it did its work.

When they separated five minutes later, after a cool-down cuddle that was silent apart from their slowing breaths, I was treated to this view:

I enjoyed reclaiming my bride from her fuck buddy last night. She suggested I took some pictures of my own cock in her. “I don’t see why Jerry should always be the star,” she said. So here is a pair of pics that I hope will help illuminate why my wife enjoys Jerry quite so much!

Me inside Anna

Jerry inside Anna

“I feel SO full.”

Yes, indeed!

Anna's first fuck of 2011

2011-01-04T09:33:00.003Z

First of all, happy new year to everyone!

We've been away with family for a few days and access to the interwebs wasn't easy. Nothing to report since Christmas, though. Until we got back yesterday.

Jerry had been texting Anna like crazy during yesterday, trying to line up a meeting soon. She didn't really want to commit to anything last night because she knew that we'd have loads to do after days away with the kids. We were in the bath at 10.30pm when we heard the familiar "bing bing" from her phone - the tone she has set for texts from her lovers. Jerry said, "Can I zoom round now and fill you with cock?"

He was obviously in the area... five minutes later they were fucking on our bed, and she was barely dry from the bath. I was loving the sounds of her moaning and him grunting as they rutted in a way that betrayed how much their bodies had missed each other since their last meeting before Christmas.

As they ground and pounded at each other, I reflected on the fact that this was Anna's first fuck of 2011. In fact, it was her first fuck for a week, as well! We'd had a fantastic session after I shaved her on Monday night last week - mutual oral followed by a long, slow shafting session while we both watched my hard cock (also just trimmed of excess hair) disappearing slowly into her newly smooth, luscious pussy. As I explored her depths with my cock, she wound me up by telling me more details of her first time with Paul... how his cock felt inside her, how it stretched her lips like mine can't, the look on his face as she squeezed him with her kegels... We had one of our very best simultaneous orgasms that night.

Since then we've been travelling and staying with family and the conditions haven't been right for sex. So I'd been hungrily looking forward to our first fuck of the new year. But Jerry beat me to it!

He came noisily and long inside her last night, obviously struggling to keep going in the face of such exquisite pleasure as can be found inside Anna's pussy. They cuddled for a long while as he kept her pussy plugged with his fat cock, and when he pulled out I was treated to the sight of my wife's blossoming red lips with his seed dribbling out between them. I saw her squeeze tightly as his cock head left her pussy's embrace, so that she'd keep hold of as much of his cum as possible. They had a final kiss, then he dressed and left, promising a re-run very soon.

I was on top of her like a flash and my cock sank into her depths in one friction-free motion. I can honestly say that in several years of experiencing Jerry's silky seconds, I've never known anything like last night. It felt like dipping my cock into a pool of very warm cream. I spent a wonderful few moments just exploring that feeling, but Anna was desperate for an orgasm and started grabbing my buttocks and urging me to fuck her hard. I obliged, and we laughed as Jerry's cum started spraying back out between her pussy lips and the skin of my cock. I could feel it running down my ballsack, cold now, and dripping off onto the bed. We fucked on, me grinding her very aroused cervix, until we had another of our simultaneous wonders, and I deposited a week's worth of my own juice into her most private place.

Here's a pic of what I saw when I pulled out.

Happy new year again to all of Anna's followers. This year is promising to be an exciting one in our ongoing adventure!

Ben

Happy Christmas, one and all!

2010-12-25T08:53:00.003Z

Just a brief check-in to wish all of our blog friends and followers a very happy Christmas.

I owe you an apology - the night that I posted my last update turned up an unexpected surprise. Anna was out at a small work Christmas party. At about 10pm she had a text from Jerry, just to say hi and that he hoped to fuck her again soon. She texted back to say that would be nice, and explained that she was out with work friends at a restaurant. 20 minutes later he'd picked her up from the restaurant, and another 5 minutes after that they were fucking in the back of his car. He dropped her home to me at 10.45, hot, a bit drunk, and with a pussy full of his cum. What a nice surprise!

No action since then, except that Paul the new lover has texted a few times to tell Anna how keen he is to see her again. She expects something to happen in January.

And Ian, the potential new lover, has also stayed in touch by text. He's also still obviously keen.

So it's looking like an exciting few weeks ahead.

Hope you and yours have a fantastic time over Christmas.

Ben
:-)

Mid-week update

2010-12-15T22:00:00.002Z

Evening all

Firstly, thanks to those who commented on my last post. It's great to know that there are people out there who understand! We've actually gained followers despite the big revelation (yes, I'm sad enough to have checked how many there were before I posted!)

Just a quick update. Anna's out tonight at one of several work Christmas parties she has in her diary. Not expecting any action - it's just 15 of her closest colleagues, so she'd be unwise to try and play! I'm off to bed soon, and looking forward to her snuggling up to me later when she gets back.

She has another one lined up on Friday night which is a much bigger event with a couple of hundred colleagues. There's one guy at her company who seems like a prospect. They flirted at the same Christmas party a couple of years ago, getting as far as holding hands discreetly in the very crowded bar after dinner, but nothing more. They've often exchanged meaningful looks across the office since then, but he's got married and had a first child in the intervening time and she has been assuming that he's not a player. Then, recently, he cornered her in a quiet part of their building for a chat, which he opened with a "Hello, gorgeous." She's significantly senior to him. My career advice to any bright 20-something guy making his way in a company would normally be to avoid calling one of the directors "gorgeous"... so I'm wondering whether he thinks he's onto something safe! We shall see what happens on Friday, but I know Anna is excited to find out.

In other news, plans to meet potential new guy Ian are still on hold until January. Anna had a brief text exchange with her new lover Paul on Saturday night when we were out at a party at the same hotel where they fucked two weeks ago. They are moving towards another meeting when he's next in town. She tells me it's just his thick cock she wants, that's all. Hottie.

Ben

The big confession

2010-12-09T23:33:00.003Z

Picture the scene... happily married man, been with his woman almost seven years, married for four and a half of those, stunned and excited that his wife is showing a reserved interest in the idea of having back her pre-marital sexual freedom.

He's been reading about "hotwifing"; consuming blogs and forums and swingers' dating sites; desperately excited that his wife just might one day join the happy ranks of the world's hotwives in sharing her body with other men.

One evening in April 2007, with her blessing, he posts an advert on a popular UK swingers' site. The same evening, he posts about it in a new blog.

Responses start arriving quickly from the advert, and he and his wife are quickly enjoying night after night of fantasy-fuelled sexual adventures together, reading the responses and imagining her with the guys who were supplying their profiles and pictures.

Their fantasies play out in vocalised descriptions of her hoped-for early encounters, including a particularly vivid and recurring fantasy about the first time with another guy. They start turning their imagined encounters into blog posts, and before they know it they have some real narrative momentum and a following on the web.

Meanwhile, in the real world, things are progressing very nicely with a potential lover who replied to their advert on the swinging site. In June 2007 they both have meetings with him to check him out, and the excitement of a real world prospect steals their time away from posting on the blog. In June, just one imaginary post. In July, none. Too busy in the real world trying to arrange a first real encounter.

Hubby can't really believe it's looking like it might actually happen...

Then, in August 2007, it does. An encounter that was finally described in detail here, some 5 months later.

Mental chaos follows that first fuck with Jerry in August 2007. The whole thing has taken on a reality of its own. The blog is the last thing on their minds, but hubby decided to carry on writing it as if nothing had happened; as if Jerry was just the latest. In retrospect, a very BAD IDEA, because it compromised the ability to properly communicate the real emotional impact of that real first encounter on 3 August 2007. I think I came close to it with this post in September 07, and this one about a month later. At the time, it seemed the only thing to do. I was trapped.

Now, over three years later, things have moved on again. Anna has been fucking Jerry, who was until last week in reality her first and only extra-marital lover, for three and a half years. On Monday last week Anna spent an exciting evening with Paul, now her second lover, where she experienced that immeasurably exciting thrill of the new all over again. For me, strangely, that was a cataclysmic event. In some ways more significant than the first time with Jerry, because once could be written off as an accident, albeit one that lasted a long time! Jerry has become such a big part of our lives now. He's a friend, a lover, almost a boyfriend to Anna. He's been with her for not far off half the time we've been married. Breaking that spell, taking the second lover into her body and her life... for me that proved that she really does mean to properly exercise and enjoy the sexual freedom I gave her back in 2007.

So, patient reader, we took the decision in the wake of that momentous evening last week to offer you our apology, and fess up. Much of what you might have read in 2007 soon after we started publishing this blog - and everything that relates to "Kurt", "Marcus" and "Mike"- was fantasy. In each case, based on real guys, and in the case of Mike the 1997 encounter we described did genuinely happen. (In fact, I attribute my fascination with my wife's voracious pre-marital sexual appetite to her repeated recounting to me in hot moments of her real encounter with him and his massive cock.)

You can believe everything you read from Oct 07 onwards, with the exception of any references back to the imaginary earlier lovers that we had to write in to make sense of the narrative.

I'm making this confession because I want to set the record straight, keep as many readers as will forgive me and Annabel, and be able to write in the future without continuously having to remember what we originally wrote in those early months before the fantasy became reality.

Now, we want to just write about reality, and reality is hotwifing for me, Annabel and her lovers.

Jerry is still around, and they still love fucking each other. He will be a single man again early in the new year, and he has promised an onslaught of more frequent sessions with Anna to make up for the infrequency of his visits in recent months.

Paul is the new guy, and Anna is keen to see him again next time he's in town.

And she still trying to line up a meeting with new guy Ian as soon as possible. They really spark off each other in phone calls and sexting sessions, in a way that reminds me to the two-month build-up to her first meeting with Jerry. I'm very excited about their prospects.

Anna has told me that she can't imagine having more than four guys (including me) on the go at once, so we're not looking for any new faces for now.

Jerry knows about this blog, and knows about Anna's plans to meet other men. Since she told him that she might look for others his performances have been more vigorous, more animal. In the same way that I get my primeval urge to reclaim Anna after each encounter with a sexual predator, he seems to have the alpha male's primeval urge to protect the mate he's claimed as his own. He has said that he likes the idea of having her with one of them at some point in the future. She's hot for that idea too... so the future is looking very bright for this hotwife, her lovers and her adoring husband.

I do hope you can forgive us for misleading you in earlier months.

It's all real now, and we couldn't be happier as a couple. Please stay with us.

Ben

The latest on my new hotter hotwife

2010-12-05T16:55:00.003Z

First of all, thanks to the commenters on the previous posts. Nice to know people like what we're doing with the blog. It is good to be back.

Anna really hasn't had time to write up a description of her encounter last Monday with new lover Paul, not least because she and I have been too busy reliving it at every possible opportunity and then fucking like rabbits. I still can't quite get used to how fast it all happened. She's not certain she will be seeing Paul again, despite the great fun she had last Monday. He's a lovely guy, with a cock she described as "fundamentally the biggest and nicest I've ever had inside me", but there are two things making her hesitate. Firstly, the rest of his physical attributes were not really to her taste, and she really has to fancy a guy to bits to want to see him repeatedly. Secondly, she got just a hint that Paul's domestic situation might mean that he's looking for more than just a physical relationship pretty soon. He's been texting her quite a lot since Monday suggesting dates for the next meeting, and she hasn't said a definitive "no", but she wants to meet Ian for the first time before she sees Paul again.

On the subject of Ian, their date for this week looks a bit less likely now, due to a change in his work commitments. It's not definitely off yet, but I have a feeling it'll be postponed. :-( They are sexting furiously throughout each day at the moment, and the tension is at least as high as I remember between Anna and Jerry before their first time. It's going to be explosive when it comes. He's told her that he intends to take some pics of his cock inside her when he fucks her so that he can send them to me afterwards. Odd reversal of the photographic roles we've established with Jerry, but it's fine by me!

Meanwhile, I have a strong hunch that we might see Jerry soon. One of the weird aspects of hotwifing for me has been this strange sixth sense that I've had for when something is going to happen between my hotwife and her lover. I'm feeling it now, and I'm hoping that she gets a proper fucking from him in the next couple of days.

I'm also hoping that I'll persuade Anna to the keyboard soon to write about last Monday. It might have kept us going very nicely this week, but it would be great for you guys to have some of the benefit too!

Ben

Some reflections on where we are

2010-11-30T22:32:00.003Z

Still recovering from last night's milestone event. We had incredible sex after Anna got home and recounted the story of the evening, minute by minute. She's not usually very good at recalling the detail of her sexual adventures, but she told me that she had made a point of trying to memorize the sequence of events especially so that she could tell me afterwards. Love her for that. Paul had not come inside her, at her own request. I fulfilled that role quite happily after she had finished telling me quite how big his cock is - the biggest she's ever had - and how good it felt inside her.

I've been reflecting today on how things have suddenly progressed. Here are some facts that are quite thought-provoking, at least for me.

1. Anna fucked three different men in just over 24 hours, Sunday-Monday. (Did I mention that Jerry had unexpectedly popped round for a quicky late on Sunday night?)
2. After she and I fucked on Saturday night, she had two different men before I fucked her again last night when she came home.
3. If her first encounter with potential new lover Ian happens as planned next week, she will have fucked four different men (including me) in 10 days.
4. Ian has given her a pic of his cock, and it's another biggie. Certainly bigger than mine. By the end of next week, she will have access to four different cocks, all of them bigger than average, and mine the smallest of the four. How did she get that lucky?

She's my wife, and she's hot as hell. How did I get this lucky?

Ben

PS Anna is planning to write a post about what happened last night. Hopefully some time later this week.

A new era has begun

2010-11-30T07:23:00.005Z

Last night I waited up until half past midnight, then tried to sleep. It was pointless. I lay there, wide awake, full of adrenaline, kind of knowing that at that very moment my beautiful hotwife was probably fucking her new lover in his hotel room.

At 12.45am I got up, drank some water, paced around a bit and tried to distract myself with inane online crap.

It wast just after 1.30am, and I hadn't heard anything for an hour and a half. Then I had a text:

Anna: "Getting a taxi now"
Me: "U ok?"
Anna: "Fine, u?"
Me: "V fine here! U been busy? ;-) xx"
Anna: "Have been v bad"
Me: ":-)))))) x"
Me: "Can't wait to see u"
Me: "Like, really really bad?"
Anna: "In cab now"
Anna: "Yes"

Full story later, but, in short, they fucked, three times. She came twice. He came once. Neither of them had condoms. His cock was huge - bigger than Jerry's. She came home with a big naughty smile. I love her more than ever.

My wife is a real hotwife.

Ben

PS At 12.30, when I was lying awake imagining them fucking, she says she had just cum for the first time...

The start of a new era tonight?

2010-11-29T22:16:00.003Z

We're seriously looking for a new lover for Annabel.

Long term followers of the blog will know that this is a big deal. She's been seeing her long term lover, Jerry, since August 2007. Jerry's not been around quite so much of late, and for some time Anna and I have been talking about the upsides and downsides of her being exclusive to one guy.

About two months ago we concluded that it was time for her to start looking for someone new. It wasn't an easy decision for her. She adores Jerry and they have had the most extraordinary, intense, passionate sexual relationship for a long time now. We've all had a fantastic time.

But...

We've both been conscious of the risk of she and Jerry getting too attached to each other. There have been no particular warning signs, but inevitably their relationship has become much more tender as time has progressed. Mostly, their sex has managed to overcome the new softness in the relationship! Desperate hard fucking all the way to shouty simultaneous orgasms have been the norm. But being a hotwife is at heart all about novelty, variety, the irreplaceable thrill of the touch of new hands...

Things came to a head in August when it was obvious that Jerry might need to disappear off the scene for a while. We had a period of a couple of weeks with no contact from him at all. It was actually quite hard for both of us. When a couple shares a passion for the hotwife lifestyle, it's hard when the prospects of future activity start to fade away. I was also keen to make sure that Anna protected herself to some extent from the emotional shock of Jerry potentially going forever.

Anna was slowly getting more and more excited about the idea of having that "first time experience" again. We signed back up with the website where we originally met Jerry in 2007. Within just a few days she had struck up a promising online relationship with a guy who lives quite close to us. They had IM and text exchanges for a couple of weeks, and things were starting to get really quite hot. Things reached their peak one evening when Anna and he had been having a seriously hot and steamy chat on the phone. I'd been listening to her end of the conversation and I could see that she was really desperate to be fucked. She asked him if he'd like to listen in while she fucked me. We did it on the kitchen table, partly clothed, her on her back, with her holding her mobile in her hand. At one point she put it down by her pussy so that he could hear the fucking action as closely as possible. She moaned and yelled as she came, and when she had her breath back she spoke to him again. He had cum all over his hands as he wanked his way to an orgasm of his own.

A day or two later they started talking about the practicalities of a meeting. About a week later Anna was disappointed to get an email from him, baling out completely. He'd apparently met a new girlfriend. Shit happens. It got the ball rolling for us, but Anna felt a bit used, especially since she had sent him some pics. She asked if I minded if we slowed things down.

We got the hotwife ball rolling again in mid October by trying a completely new strategy. We set up an account with an extra-marital affairs website. No, not that one! A smaller, UK-only one where we felt a bit more at home. The idea was to look for guys who were looking for an uncomplicated no-strings physical relationship, and who were committed to whatever they had back home. Our main reason for this was self-preservation. We've long since worked out that a relationship with a married man carries far less risk for us in terms of STDs, unwanted emotional attachments and mutual discretion.

The new strategy took off straight away. I've just looked at our inbox on the site and it contains 160 messages at the moment, since 13 Oct. And we've deleted a hell of a lot in that time, as well!

Within 24 hours, Anna was being courted by a guy who lives within 10 minutes of us. They had a few days of pretty hot IM exchanges... and then he just disappeared of the face of the earth.

Another one followed - very promising profile, a bit further away from us than we'd ideally like, but promising. In IM and emails he turned out to be a cocky individual who turned Anna right off.

Then Ian came along, at the end of October. Ian lives about 50 miles away with his girlfriend and their dog. They've been together for ever. Their jobs mean it's unlikely that they'll ever settle completely, with kids and the whole family thing, and for him the passion and excitement has gone. Anna didn't like his profile on the site originally, but how things changed when they started IMing and then texting! I've never seen such chemistry in so few digital characters! Within a week, they'd progressed to long evening phone calls, some of which I listened to, and after every one Anna had to drag me to the bed and fuck me to relieve her pent-up sexual arousal. Even when his picture arrived by email and she saw little to immediately excite her, she simply said, "He makes me laugh - that's sexy."

Anna and Ian have a daytime date next week here, at our place. She told him about my role very early on, and he was completely relaxed about it. He joked that at least he wasn't going to get beaten up! But he has asked to have her alone the first time, because he's never performed in that way before - with his lover's husband for an audience. At present I'm cool with it, but I have to admit to being quite unsettled by the very strong non-sexual relationship they've already built up. I've discussed it with Anna, and she is very open about how things go that first time. I've said that I might at least want to meet the guy and be in the house while they fuck in another room. It remains to be seen whether he'll be ok with that - but Anna and I have never dropped the core principle of the power of veto that I have over her activities.

So, we have Ian to look forward to. Maybe he'll be her first new fuck since Jerry.

Or maybe he won't. Because as I sit here typing this post in my kitchen, alone, at ten minutes to midnight, my gorgeous hotwife is out drinking cocktails with another new guy she met on the new website. She left the house to go and meet him, for the second time, at 10pm. He's a businessman from a few hundred miles away who comes to our town a couple of times a month. Happily married for 15 years, two young kids, marriage lacking sparkle. His first foray into an extramarital adventure. They met for a drink last Thursday night, same time, same bar. She came back with a big smile. Nothing more than a nice French kiss, and she wasn't super hot for him looks-wise, but she said that she would be interested to see him again when he was back in town. He was apparently very keen and she described him as a real gentleman. Incredibly, he too was cool about her hotwife status when she told him, although she had a bit more explaining to do with him than with Ian. "Why would he let you do that?"... etc!

He asked her back to his room as he walked her to her cab, but she wanted to take a bit more time.

Yesterday evening he texted to say that he'd found a reason to be back in our area tonight, and could she meet him. She really wasn't sure, especially with her date with Ian all lined up for next week. She told him she'd confirm today, and we discussed it at length last night. I told her that she should just follow her instincts, and that she should remember that she owes Ian no loyalty yet.

It took her until 9pm this evening to decide that she wanted to meet him again tonight. She left looking stunning, as ever.

I've just had a text saying, "Hi, all is cool. Happy. You ok? Having a beer xxxxxxxx"

We agreed before she went tonight that just going along on a second date in these circumstances was tantamount to giving him the green light, but I emphasised to her that she was still totally in control and shouldn't be rushed into anything.

And that's it! It's now ten past midnight. I have no idea where my wife is, but I suspect that she is either in his hotel room or on her way there with him.

Am signing off now, and will give you an update if I get one tonight. Otherwise, come back tomorrow for more.

Ben
:-)

We're back

2010-11-27T18:05:00.002Z

Hello all

Sorry for the extended black-out. We had very good reasons to go quiet, but now things have settled again and I'm ready to start blogging again.

Anna's carried on with her Twittering (http://twitter.com/hotwifeannabel) in the meantime. Please follow her if you're a Twitter fan.

It feels likely that the blog will be mainly me (Ben) and Anna will tweet. Suits our respective communication styles. I'm rarely lost for words... Anna lets her body do the talking!

What you will find is that there will be fewer picture posts here, and certainly fewer of any of Anna's lovers. We want to be very cautious about exposing any others to the risks of our chosen lifestyle, even if they are happy to be shown here.

You might have noticed that I said "lovers" above. There's a story to tell on that point, which will come in my next post.

It's good to be back!

Ben

Anna keeps me abreast

2010-09-09T09:55:00.000+01:00

Annabel left for work early this morning. As far as I knew she had an early meeting to go to.

At 8.15am I received this text from Jerry: "Hi Ben I just planted my seeds deep inside your wife's pussy and sent her off to work. Thanks."

Just before 8.30am from Anna: "Sticky thighs ;-) xx"

Fireworks at bedtime tonight.

Ben

The best a man can get?

2010-07-10T17:26:00.000+01:00

We don't often do product endorsements here. Maybe we're just too hard to please...

But yesterday, something relevant arrived that is worthy of mention.

It was the Cleancut Intimate Area Shaving Kit.

I normally wet shave Anna's pussy with my own razor before a meeting with Jerry. Sometimes it works really well; others it leaves her with razor burn which can end up looking really nasty and feeling uncomfortable, especially after he's been pounding her for a while.

We hadn't really even been thinking about trying anything different. We'd looked at creams that burn the stubble off, but nothing seemed to be designed for the most sensitive areas.

Then I stumbled on the Cleancut and ordered it on the spur of the moment. It arrived last week.

All I need say is - it works, beautifully. Anna's lips are smooth and ready for action. No more messing with wet razors at the last minute. From now it's a daily shave with the new gadget and she's permanently on top of things. As it were.

As to when the next hotwife action will be, new as soon as I have it. She's been chatting to a few potential new guys online, and there's some promise. Fingers crossed for some diversity in coming weeks.

Ben

This is real life

2010-07-08T16:12:00.000+01:00

If anyone out there ever doubted that this blog is a true story of real people dealing with real life emotions and events, I hope this post will stop you doubting!

If I were writing fiction, I certainly wouldn't make this part of our story up, because you'd all roll your eyes, get exasperated and move on to another blog with a less realistic but more exciting narrative...

Jerry's back. Again. This is the third time in almost three years that he's tried to stop his relationship with Anna and commit to his wife, and the third time that he's failed. Towards the end of 2007 his break from Anna lasted about 6 weeks. Just after New Year 2010 he managed about 2 weeks. This time it was less than a week. On Monday evening he texted Anna. They flirted. Within 30 mins he was suggesting an impromptu meeting. Less than an hour after the first text they were fucking in her car (a first) in a dark lane less than 5 minutes' drive from his house.

There will be people out there who are suspicious of his motives. For the record, I'm not. He just loves fucking my wife and she loves fucking him. She's delighted he's back, and is hoping it lasts for a while. They had an incredible, intense meeting on Monday night. When she got back to me she found me lying on our bed, cock stiff as a board. She climbed on without removing any clothes (she'd gone out knickerless anyway) and rode me until she came, all shaking and shouting with pent-up sexual energy. He'd not been able to last for very long in the car because of his own pent-up desire, and since she's currently off the pill and "live" she took his cum in her mouth.

I lay there under her listening to her recount the whole story between gasps, desperately trying not to lose control myself as she rotated her hips to work her cervix on my buried cock head. When she'd finished getting her rocks off on my cock she slipped off and wanked my slick and rigid tool until I sprayed myself with a load that an eighteen year old would have been proud of.

We went to sleep in each other's arms after a good 30 minutes of whispered debate in the dark.

They are no doubt addicted to one another sexually. Many of you will consider that I'm nuts to let it continue in this way. The latest news is that yesterday we did actually get the ball rolling with an advert on a suitable dating site - the same one where we originally found Jerry. The new ad has already given us three responses.

Anna is keen to see who's out there and is genuinely interested in someone new. She knows the risks of the current mutual infatuation situation.

Last night we went to bed after a long bath, her with a freshly shaven pussy, and I had her fantasising about her ideal next lover. I was surprised by some of the differences she imagines between Jerry and the ideal next guy. He'll be younger than her, for a start. No older than 35, a fuck buddy novice, tall and lean, not too much body hair, no tattoos, probably not a professional guy but someone with a bit more of an edge about him... and an even bigger cock than Jerry. (Sorry guys - seems size actually IS important.)

Jerry doesn't yet know that she's looking again. He might learn from this blog post (he drops in occasionally) but more likely next time they meet, which seems set for one night this weekend.

We all need to be open about the need for Anna to broaden her horizons. She'll probably only have the strength of will to imagine a real future without Jerry as her lover once she's had a good look at who might replace him.

Ben

One door closes...

2010-06-30T19:32:00.000+01:00

It was almost exactly three years ago that we first made contact with Jerry on a swingers' matching site, and Anna first gave her improbably sexy little body to him in August that year.

Since then they have had an incredible ride. Anna has experienced the best and most intoxicating sex of her life with Jerry, and she really hoped that there would never come a time when it had to end.

When they met, Jerry was single. He married not long afterwards, a woman he'd been seeing for a while. He wasn't sure about the marriage, but he decided to try and commit to her, and we said a regretful goodbye to him after several breathtakingly hot meetings. Within a few weeks he was back between Anna's shapely legs - just days after he returned from his honeymoon.

Of course, we went through a wide range of emotions about his involvement with Anna, and the way it was affecting his marriage. Whenever we felt the need to rationalise our continued relationship with Jerry, we always concluded that his relationship with his wife had some kind of fundamental flaw, and that he'd be seeking sexual solace somewhere else if he wasn't playing with Anna. So we continued.

Since the start of 2010 things have been more complex for Jerry, and his relationship with Anna has swung from periods of silence to bursts of frantic activity with frequent meetings and passionate, heated, gymnastic fucking.

For reasons I won't divulge here, because the information would potentially compromise his privacy, Jerry has decided to commit to his difficult marriage and stop seeing Anna. He called me yesterday morning to let me know. Then last night he texted Anna to ask for a phone call this morning. They spoke before work today. Jerry just wanted to thank Anna for their three years of fun together and explain why he'd decided to stop. Anna listened, cried, said goodbye, and went to work.

This evening she's on pretty good form. Tonight we'll drink wine, reminisce and cuddle.

Tomorrow we start the online search for a new lover.

Ben

We're on a roll

2010-06-08T22:28:00.000+01:00

Since people seem to be enjoying our pics at the moment, here's another one for your viewing pleasure. Jerry came here last night. He's a very keen lover at the moment, and Anna's having a ball. Well, two, to be precise. Or four if you also count mine. In this pic you can see Jerry's balls as he bangs her hard.

I love the shadow cast by his pumping cock.

They fucked twice last night, and Anna was exhausted and quite spaced out after he left. She described it as one of his best ever performances with her, saying that his cock (which is never small) was as girthy and hard as it ever gets, reaching her deepest and darkest secret places. She came twice, he once, in her mouth at the very end, and I watched his cum dribble from the corner of her mouth before she swallowed it all down.

He's promised to come again on Friday night to see her alone whilst I'm out on a boys night. That'll be a very interesting first time experience for me...

Ben

Jerry came on Friday

2010-06-06T09:34:00.000+01:00

That's all.

Ben

You know your wife's a hotwife when...

2010-05-22T08:39:00.000+01:00

...you start planning an extension to the house to give her the perfect room for visits from her lover!

Ben

Yahoo chat

2010-05-11T12:44:00.000+01:00

Hey all

Anna here. I've had a few people try to contact me on Yahoo IM recently. I'm v happy to make new friends on Yahoo but please send me an email first to intro yourself. It can be a bit unnerving when an unknown new name tries to start a chat...

I'm a shy girl, after all! ;-)

Anna
xx

Gratuitous picture post

2010-05-01T20:36:00.000+01:00

Jerry came unexpectedly last night. This was the result.

He was busting for some Anna action. I'll leave it to you to imagine the silky seconds I enjoyed...

Thanks to everyone who's responded so far to the last post. It's been fascinating to read the contrasting opinions.

I'll share our thoughts and conclusions in another post soon.

Ben

The big dilemma

2010-04-29T18:16:00.000+01:00

Hi all

A pair of contrasting comments below that were submitted in response to my last post. bdenied is a regular commenter here, the anonymous one echoes another comment posted some months back in a similar vein, maybe by the same person?

Would be interested in what others think.

Ben

bdenied said...: No need for you to feel guilty at all. My wife mostly fucks married men. She is not having them do anything they would not do and its not her job to make sure they dont put their dicks in pussies not belonging to the wife....she just wants a good fuck.; 26 April 2010 21:07

Anonymous said...: Dear bdenied and Anna And Ben, not everyone agrees with you. Myself I think you SHOULD feel guilty. You crow about your own marriage whilst helping to bring about the destruction of someone else's. There are enough people to have sex with in this world without having to cheat, or helping someone else cheat.; 29 April 2010 09:31

The heat is back

2010-04-25T10:36:00.000+01:00

Annabel saw Jerry last night for the first time for three weeks.

He'd been stranded out of the UK for a week because of the volcanic ash situation, and although he was cool to have been forced to extend his holiday for a week he was also desperate to take out his pent up sexual frustration on Anna.

Jerry's marriage has now broken down completely and Anna is his only sexual partner. We really don't know how this will play out - will he marry again once his divorce is through? If he re-marries, could Anna possibly countenance a continuing relationship with him? No. It's been bad enough grappling with our consciences, knowing that Jerry has been deceiving his current wife with Anna. None of us feels proud of that.

In the meantime, Anna is Jerry's only release and she's all the more important to him because he claims that he doesn't ever masturbate. I know - a man who doesn't wank? Sounds implausible. All I can say is that now that he's no longer having sex with his wife there's a certain desperation in his performances with Annabel when they meet after a long break. Personally I can't image three weeks without cumming, so the explosiveness of their sex last night wasn't a huge surprise to me.

I'll write up a more detailed report later.

For now, the other news is that I'm waiting for an update from a fan of Annabel's whose wife was embarking on her first potential hotwifing adventure last night. Really looking forward to hearing from him. It's always good to hear about a newly minted hotwife!

Ben

My Easter bunny just came

2010-04-04T20:50:00.000+01:00

Here's a live report from my desk at home, Easter Sunday evening, whilst I listen to Anna and Jerry having fun in our bed via the ever-useful baby alarm.

OK, so the title's a bit of a lie as I write...

Oh no it's not. Just heard them both enjoy the most beautiful simultaneous orgasm.

Well... that's it for now!

Jerry popped round for a meeting with Anna before he goes away on hols for two weeks. We were both very pleased to see him! Anna especially, but I was too because I know how much she's been missing his fucking.

Must go and see them now.

Bye for now, and happy Easter all!

Ben

A normal weekday evening

2010-03-30T21:27:00.000+01:00

We're both in the kitchen.

Me at my laptop, working.

Anna watching TV. Every so often she looks down at her mobile after it buzzes in her hand, smirks and taps out the latest reply to Jerry who's warming her up for their next meeting.

Tonight will end in one of two ways...

1. He'll turn up last minute and fuck her in front of me, maybe over the kitchen table, and go again, leaving her with his cum seeping from her pussy.
2. She'll lose patience, grab my hand and lead me to the bedroom where she'll force herself upon me and fuck me while whispering in my ear about how much she loves Jerry's cock.

Wonder which it will be?

Ben

Very quick, very hard and very hot

2010-03-26T22:00:00.000Z

Hi all

Anna writing for the first time in ages!

I'm much happier on Twitter these days because my time is precious with work, kids, home, hubby and lover to think about and Twitter is so quick and easy! I tend to leave my Twitter page open on the laptop in the evening and take a quick look every now and then and tweet some thoughts when they come to me. Ben thought it was about time I gave a bit of time to the blog, so here I am. It's kind of become Ben's blog recently so it feels a bit odd to be writing here!

Anyway, about Wednesday morning. This was the first before work fuck with Jerry for almost exactly a year. I decided that I didn't want to carry on with them because although they were always very good naughty fun, they were risky and it all sometimes felt a bit sordid. I told Jerry about a year ago that I wanted to see him more in the evenings and not so much in the mornings. He was a bit disappointed because he loves the whole quicky thing, taking me hard and fast and sending me off to work full of cum. He gets a real buzz out of finding no knickers under my dress when his hand dives up there just after we meet and I'm invariably dripping wet in anticipation of his skillful fingers!

Wednesday could have been a re-run of any of our pre-work meetings in the past only harder and hotter and faster and more exciting and without Ben listening by phone. I arrived at 8.20 as I always do, wearing his favourite work dress of mine, no knickers as required! It was unusual because there were quite a few people passing outside his office front door where normally we see no-one. He ushered me in quickly and he seemed more nervous than usual. We walked quickly up the corridor to his office and he shut the door. His blinds were already closed making it quite dark in there. The pleasantries were nothing more than "Hi, you look good" before he scooped me into his big arms and kissed me very hard, one arm round my shoulders, the other on my bum, my feet about a foot off the floor! He told me he'd missed me and then he picked me up again and carried me to his desk where he perched me on the edge in a space he'd obviously already cleared! His hand was up my skirt in a flash and his lovely fingers were roaming all over my freshly shaven lips which I could feel were already slippery with my leaking juices. He wasted no time in pressing a couple of his big fingers into me and rotating them slowly which got me moaning into his mouth as he kissed me again.

I was grappling with his belt and fly to get at the big hard bulge I could feel inside his trousers and when I eventually released his cock it bounced free and pointed at my boobs. We stopped kissing and I looked down to look at it for the first time in weeks. My skirt was pulled up around my hips, my legs were wide apart, his fingers were making rude wet noises in my pussy and my favourite cock in the world was pointing at me asking to be sucked. What is a girl to do?! So I put one hand on his naked buttock and grabbed his wonderful cock with the other and went to work on it with my mouth.

It was heaven to have that cock in my mouth again. I've never been a deep throat kind of girl because I have an unfortunately sensitive gag reflex but when I see Jerry's cock I always have the urge to take as much of it in as I possibly can. I love the way I can feel my lips stretching wider as it goes deeper into my mouth and it makes me start thinking about the feeling of it stretching my pussy lips apart which always follows a good blow job with Jerry. I didn't have much time to suck him though because he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and told me he had to fuck me. I grabbed his hand and sucked the two fingers he'd had in my pussy whilst looking right into his eyes which is something that I know fires him up. I was incredibly excited about having him inside me again, especially since he was as hard as his hefty cock ever gets.

He pointed at the corner of his office where the carpet is newest and cleanest and where there are a few dodgy stains from our previous meetings!! I quickly lay down for him and he was on me like a shot. I remember reaching down to guide him in but he needed no help and his glorious tool slid up inside me to the limit in one gentle but very purposeful motion. He just held it there hard up against my cervix for a moment going "Wait, wait, wait, wait" into my ear, so I knew that he wasn't going to last long. So I decided there and then that I was just going to let him have his way and try and make him orgasm as fast and hard as possible. I whispered "Go on, cum inside me now" into his ear and he just let rip like a machine, pounding me so hard and roaring in my ear as he went straight into a huge humping climax. I absolutely love it when a guy loses control inside me, when I make him lose control. I think it's the most flattering thing that can happen to a woman when a guy just has to give in to the primeval urge to inseminate her.

Once he'd finished trying to climb up inside me I lay there holding him really tight while he came down from his orgasm. It felt like ages but it was probably only a minute or two and it felt so wonderful to be in his arms and feel my pussy full of him and his juice again. He said "Thank you, I needed you really badly" which made me feel good.

He was clearly quite nervous about us being found or seen so he took me to a fire exit out of sight of anyone and we kissed just inside the door before I set off to work. I felt pretty high actually as I walked across the park to my own office, feeling his cum dribbling down my thighs. By the time I got into the office at 8.45 I looked down and could see a glistening trail visible on the inside of my knee below the hem of my skirt so I went straight to the loo to clean up. From there I texted Ben to say thank you and tell him how much cum was coming out of me. He likes those details!!

Jerry texted me just after 9. His text said "Thanks Anna I've missed you and I really needed that. You were great. xx"

:-)

Anna
xx

The power of kegels

2010-03-24T18:11:00.000Z

Just a quick update. My hotwife is reclaimed. We got home, put the kids in front of the TV and ran upstairs to get naked.

I've been peculiarly relaxed all day about what happened this morning. Normally after they meet for a morning office fuck I spend the rest of the day pacing around, pent up and ready to explode. Today was different, maybe because I didn't listen in by phone so I hadn't had the exquisite pain and excitement of hearing my wife being pleasured hard by another guy. That can be relied upon to stiffen my resolve! I'd been laid back about it all day, even when her and his texts came in around 9am reporting on the action and thanking me. A strong wave of excitement, but no animal urge to rush round to her office, drag her out by the hair and rut with her behind a bush in the park. That's happened before (the urge, not the public rutting) but not today.

But the moment I saw her lying back on the bed for me, her pussy lips STILL puffy and moist from this morning's meeting, the unmistakable scent of slightly stale cum rising from her, I had to take her back.

Normally when I reclaim it's within minutes of his last ejaculation in her and I feel no resistance as I slip into her silky wet and stretched pussy. Today was different. She was back to normal tightness and not especially wet given that we'd had no time for foreplay, but - miracles - once I was past her tight entrance there was a world of warm wetness in there waiting for me, and the deeper I went the wetter it felt. Heaven!

Anna's been doing her Kegel exercises three or four times a day recently. Something to do with her imminent 40th birthday. It's paying off for me and Jerry when she sends waves of muscular massage through her pussy during sex, and it paid off for me today with the cum that she'd obviously naturally retained since 8.30am.

I'm hoping I'll persuade Anna to write about today's meeting with Jerry in the next day or two.

Ben

Without me

2010-03-24T07:34:00.000Z

Morning all

Anna's off to see Jerry before work today for a quicky fuck at his office. I won't be there today, not even listening by phone, so this is sort of making amends for the Sunday night solo that they missed when I was away from home a few weeks back.

Not quite the same, with only about 20 mins together, but some time for him to express himself without my attention nevertheless.

Am feeling oddly nervous, but looking forward to reclaiming Anna later on.

Ben

A great description of the joy of reclaiming

2010-03-15T17:18:00.000Z

Hi all

Just dropping by to share a link with you.

http://www.cuckolds.com/forums/122899-post102.html

It's a post in a long thread on a forum I enjoy reading. Posts by this particular guy are always worth a read, and although I don't identify as much with the whole area of being cuckolded as he does, his description of the intense pleasure of reclaiming your errant hotwife is as good as I've ever read.

Enjoy!

Ben

Sexual contortions

2010-03-04T20:05:00.000Z

Since Anna mentioned one of last night's exploits on Twitter she's already had a couple of people question how we managed the trick of me giving her cunnilingus and Jerry fucking her at the same time.

The answer is, "with some difficulty."

We've talked about this idea a few times in the past. Last night it just happened because it seemed like the right thing to do at the time, which is always the best reason to try a new sex game.

Jerry had already fucked Anna once and was still recuperating when she started sucking his cock to get him hard again. To be fair on the poor guy, it was only about 10 minutes since he came, but she was right on it last night and she didn't want to wait. His cock wasn't playing the game, so I suggested that we give him a little show, which usually has the right effect on his hardness. So Anna and I got into a nice 69 for a while, and I soon had her moaning as I licked and sucked her still cummy pussy.

I was rock hard, having already watched them fuck to a noisy orgasm with no release of my own, and Anna wasn't content to keep on just sucking me. So she climbed aboard and started riding my hot rod, using it to grind against her very aroused cervix. Then she turned round to give Jerry a nice show in reverse cowgirl position. This was a great few minutes. I had the magical view of my cock sliding in and out of her freshly shaven and still cum-soaked pussy lips, and Jerry got the front view as she threw her head back and enjoyed the deep internal massage I was giving her.

He approached the bed and pulled her head forward so that she could suck on his now hard cock - the plan had worked. She stopped and turned round and gave me a lascivious look, then went back to sucking him.

I asked her what she wanted next, and she didn't hesitate to say, "Jerry's cock inside me."

In one swift movement she slipped off me and let Jerry's hard-on drop out of her mouth, turned round and presented her beautiful bum to him.

He was quickly inside hear pussy and humping quickly. I didn't want to just watch from this point, so I slid in underneath her, head first, until my mouth was right underneath her very proud clit. I enjoyed the view of his cock pumping in and out of her for a moment before reaching up with my tongue to touch her clit. She squealed when I made contact, a sound that turned into a long, low moan as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.

But that's not the whole story, of course, because the truth of the matter is that it wasn't easy. Firstly, it's quite hard work lifting your head several inches off the bed and keeping it there while you lick. Secondly, I did have to put up with having Jerry balls bashing my face while he humped and resting gently on my nose whenever he took a break. Not for the man who's precious about his dignity.

But what an effect it had on Anna! She was shrieking and panting, begging him to fuck her harder. Jerry decided to stop just before she came... which was a bit of a shame, but it saved her for an even bigger orgasm later on.

Must stop now.

Maybe more soon.

Ben

Listening to my baby

2010-02-08T19:15:00.001Z

Evening all

When I started writing this post it was Saturday night and I was sitting at my desk listening to Anna enjoying the company of Jerry in our bedroom... by baby monitor. We stopped using the monitor for our kids years ago, but it's still proving useful today! It's now a couple of days later because whilst I was writing my account of the first half of the evening I heard a big orgasmic squeal and groan from her - they were on their second fuck of the night and he'd been pounding her in missionary in a way that gets her cervix going... So I went back into the bedroom a few moments later to find them in a post-orgasmic sweaty tangle of limbs. Only now have I had the time to tell the story of the first half of the session.

Jerry arrived at 9pm and we had a glass of wine in the kitchen before heading upstairs. Anna normally wears no knickers for Jerry but tonight she decided to wear one of her newest special lingerie sets for him. He was surprised to find a barrier to his fingers, but it was intensely erotic to see him pleasuring her by stroking her clitty through her silky knickers before pulling them halfway down her thighs and probing her pussy deeply with a couple of fingers.

It wasn't long before they were both completely naked and she was on her knees sucking lovingly on his already very hard cock, whilst occasionally teasing him by asking him how much he was enjoying it.

Once she'd finished blowing him she steered him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, keeping her pussy out of reach of his bouncing cock which was twitching between her thighs like an eager puppy as it sought out its warm, wet home.

Meanwhile she was sucking his nipples in turn which appeared to be a novelty for him, making him writhe and jerk, then kissing his chin, forehead and lips, before she slid down his body and massaged his pulsing cock, which was still slick from the wetness of her mouth, between her pendulous boobs.

Moving seductively back up his body, she started teasing the head of his cock with her glistening pussy, just taking an inch or so in and rising up on her knees each time he tried to thrust up into her. She was giggling a lot... until he grabbed her waist and held her down hard so he could get up into her in one big thrust. I had the best seat in the house - between his outstretched legs, filming the action between her thighs, and a massive hard-on to show for it. She rode him like that for a while before sitting bolt upright and widening her knees so as to take as much of him as possible into her. She groaned and threw her head back and started slowly gyrating her pelvis to enjoy the deep grinding that he was giving her. Throwing herself back down on top of his already sweating chest, she went in for a deep, hard kiss while humping up and down on his slippery, engorged cock at pace that gave away her already rising orgasm.

He sat up, dropped his feet over the edge of the bed and picked her up, cock still buried deep up inside her, and she giggled as he turned round and dropped her back onto the sheets without ever pulling out and immediately went to work on her pussy, pounding her hard with her knees pulled right back up to give him continued maximum access. They carried on in their beloved missionary for 10 minutes or so, slow and fast, deep and shallow, playful and intense, until they both paused for a rest, panting through big smiles. I moved from where I'd been watching at the action end of them up to beside Anna's head, and she took her hand off Jerry's back and took my rock-hard erection in her beautiful, delicate hand. It was wet with sweat. She closed her eyes again and lay there, gently stroking me while they recovered for an other session.

When Jerry started humping her again she opened her eyes and looked up at me from her usual position buried under his shoulder. I could only see her eyes, but they were smiling. Then she cried out as he gave her a particularly hard ram and started wanking my cock hard and fast while her lover pounded away at her hot, hungry pussy. I could feel her squeezing me harder and harder and soon she stopped wanking me, only able to grip my cock like it was a grab handle on a fairground ride.

Her knuckles were white, and the pleasure was just starting to turn to pain for me when she gasped, "Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" into Jerry's ear and grabbed him hard with both arms wrapped tightly round his neck as he raised the pace again and went in to finish her off.

To my delight, I heard the tone of his panting start to harden as she rose to her own noisy orgasm, and before long they were rocking wildly, groins slapping at each other, enjoying themselves and each other in the most extraordinary simultaneous orgasm.

Calm ensued for a minute or so, until Jerry pulled out, revealing the delightful mess he'd made of my wife's wanton pussy.

She wasn't yet satisfied.

I took a couple of pictures, as is my habit when confronted by my wife's pussy full of another man's cum. I like my souvenirs. ;-)

Jerry hovered around, drinking water, getting his breath back, asking Anna if she was OK.

Next thing, Anna starts a bit of this:

"Well, don't you want your turn?"

Who was I to argue? I climbed on, my cock absolutely straining at the leash. Unsurprisingly, it met no resistance at all as it found the entrance to her hot, dribbling and stretched pussy, and I sank to the full depth of her love hole in one delicious surge.

When Anna's aroused, her cervix drops a long way and becomes very obvious to the man fucking her. I've written about this here before, and there's a lot on the web about the way an orgasmically spasming cervix dips into the pool of semen left at the head of the vagina by the lover's orgasm. As the head of my cock reached the end of her vagina it had to push past her cervix which was clearly fully extended with its opening resting in the remains of Jerry's first injection. The feeling of her engorged cervix rubbing on my cock head is always enough to send me into very early orgasm, so as I immediately started to go into involuntary pounding, with their combined juices oozing out and running down my balls, I feared that I'd be finished in moments. To my absolute pleasure, spurred by the excitement I was showing, Annabel started thrusting back at me in her own unmistakable ascent to a second orgasm, chanting, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" in time with our rhythm. As I started to shoot my own load into her she was right back up there, shouting her pleasure in my ear and hanging on around my neck in just the same way she had with Jerry just minutes earlier.

There is no orgasm more powerful for a man than the one that follows the sight of his wife loving a great fucking by another man. I was wrecked as I lay in my wife's arms, feeling her finger tips lightly stroking my back, as she exchanged smiles with the man who had just warmed her up so beautifully for me!

We're right back on form with Jerry. The plan is for another night together in about a fortnight. Can't wait...

Ben

What happened tonight

2010-01-28T22:11:00.000Z

It's a picture blog tonight. This is Jerry attending to my wife's pussy when he visited tonight. I also like that you can just see what she's doing with her own hand...

Regular readers might like to scroll down to compare with the pic from the same viewpoint in this post. Nice contrast!

They didn't stop there, obviously. Maybe another pic tomorrow.

Back in business

2010-01-19T22:46:00.000Z

So, I met my wife's lover today for a coffee and chat.

It's been weeks since Jerry and I met like this, but it was like nothing had changed - loads to discuss - Christmas, business, family, cars, the usual. Oh, and the woman we both can't get enough of!

It turns out that Jerry's marriage has broken down irreparably. He assures me that it was inevitable, regardless of his involvement with Annabel. They had been on the rocks since shortly after they married, and he reckons that nothing would have kept them together. They're in the final stages of settling their divorce terms and he's ready to start seeing Annabel more regularly again soon.

Longer term readers of a suspicious disposition might well be hearing alarm bells now. I think it would be understandable to suspect Jerry's motives for leaving his wife, given his two and a half year relationship with my wife! All I can say is that I know Jerry well enough now to know that the last thing he's looking for is another long term commitment. It would be impossible for me to give the reasons why here without compromising his own privacy too much, but I am absolutely certain that his relationship with Annabel is no risk to our marriage. In fact I'd say that it has strengthened our relationship and will continue to do so.

Jerry and I did some plotting today - ideas for dates and places that we can meet as a threesome. He's really keen to have some "friends" time with us as well as banging sex with Annabel, so we have some great times to look forward to. He's also keen to have some solo time with Annabel, as they've done in the past. There's no doubt an additional element of excitement for both of them that comes from being just the two of them. I'm increasingly comfortable with it, so it's all good.

After Jerry dropped Annabel back home on Sunday night she and I had fantastic sex on the lounge floor, with her astride me as I drove my cock right up into her as far as I could make it go. She likes that position because she can really control what my cockhead is doing inside her and how quickly she cums. On Sunday it was very quickly, with me following hard on her heels, and as I started shooting she decided to jump off and let me spray myself just to see how far I could project in my advancing years! While she'd been out my imagination had been on speed, conjuring up images of my gorgeous wife in all sorts of positions with her lover in his car. So my reclaiming hormones were in full force by the time I came and I'm proud to say that I shot my load way past my head and onto the carpet behind. Also pleased that one spurt caught the underside of one of Anna's luscious boobs, leaving her with a dangling glob of semen hanging from her right nipple as she hovered over me in my cool-down phase. She thought it would be funny to let it drip into my open mouth as I lay there, recovering, breathing deeply with my eyes closed. It brought me out of my stupor as it dripped onto my tongue, and we ended the evening with fits of laughter, rolling around on the carpet and cuddling hard.

Reclaiming is definitely one of the most exquisite elements of the hotwifing lifestyle, one which should be bottled and sold to married couples in trouble. The energy, intimacy and happiness it generates for us is beyond my powers of description.

Old lover, new lover, old lover, new lover...

2010-01-18T07:32:00.000Z

I'm not sure whether regular readers will find the latest installment in our story tiresome or interesting.

Short version: Jerry contacted Annabel yesterday evening by text, they fired each other up over an hour or so of hot sexts, and then he drove round in his car, picked her up and they went off to the woods where he made her cum with his fingers and she sucked him until he came in her mouth. They had a cuddle and then he dropped her home to me... when I had to reclaim her like she's never been reclaimed before!

We were very surprised to hear from Jerry again. The last contact, at new year, was a very definite "I'm trying to make my marriage work." Anna was very happy to get the sexts (and the sex) last night, but we're still thinking that this is too good to be true and it won't last.

I'm meeting Jerry tomorrow for a coffee so I'll find out more about what's going on in his head.

Meanwhile, Anna's re-joined the gym she last visited in 2006, a year before she became a hotwife. She says that her motivation is 50% to get fitter and 50% to find her next lover. She's already spotted a couple of regular guys checking her out and is "pretty confident" that she'll be moving on to some kind of contact before too long. She's taken to carrying a condom in her handbag, just in case... So she's motivated, and I'm glad. Nothing against Jerry - it's great that he's still so into her - but I think it's best for her own state of mind to keep her options open. Fingers crossed she meets someone exciting and new.

Ben

PS by the way... it's a bit late, but happy new year to everyone out there!

Another little treat (to compare with the last post)

2009-12-18T13:57:00.000Z

Just for fun... the very same pussy on a different occasion after a good pounding doggy-style from Jerry.

Thought you might appreciate the comparison!

Ben