There are few enough places for a girl to share good and intimate advice when it comes to sex

There are few enough places for a girl to share good and intimate advice when it comes to sex, so I thought I’d offer up this practical experience for any hot wife readers who visit your blog. The thoughts stem from a conversation that I shared with Trudy a friend of mine. What I share here though is strictly for the established relationship, when you’re exclusive with your lover and you’re sure that he’s not fucking around elsewhere. Health and safety is a real consideration here- it’s not a silly get in the way constraint.
Trudy has recently started cuckolding her husband Robin and inevitably the conversation turned to cunnilingus. She knew that I have been running Edward my husband as a cuck for a year or so, and because of that she thought that I might have some answers. Having your husband lick you out for the first few times after you have been with your lover is something that takes a little getting used to. I mean, it might seem disgusting that he does that sort of thing and you can’t help but despise him for doing it when he should have tried at least to compete with his cock. But then it’s arousing too, especially if he curls up his tongue like a straw and holds it long enough to slip in and out of your cunny hole. A well disciplined cuck can siphon up some of the copious spunk your lover has deposited that way and it’s then very sexy when you see him swallow.
First things first though- what does licking you out really mean and how does it stand when you have chosen someone better? Well, with Edward at least, I made sure that he understood it was a capitulation, that Wes my lover had beaten him and that from now on he wouldn’t ever try to make love to me with his tiddler cock again. I wanted this as informed consent, so the first time he made to tongue me, I didn’t allow it. I made him think about it for a few days, and then after I had been out with Wes for the evening, I asked how he felt? He begged to lick me out and I felt sure enough then to have him proceed. As he lapped away, I whispered things to him, to reinforce what this little rite de passage really meant. ‘Do you see how stretched I am down there…your tongue gets lost inside me’. ‘That sticky white spunk you’re ladling up is Wes’s- he shot lots of it inside me, you’ll never reach it all.’ Its bitchy I know, perhaps at first, and when not feeling aroused, it sounds even farcical, but you have to establish the rules- to have him know how low he has sunk in your eyes.
Trudy asked whether it was normal to worry that the permission to lick could be misunderstood. I said sure, but if she really wanted things firmly established, then she should make her husband tongue her with her lover watching. There could be no confusion then- this was a submission, an act of obedience in front of the proper bloke. There was no chance that hubby would get aroused and think it could proceed to anything more. Trudy then asked whether I cum on Edward’s tongue, because that seemed different. If you did, then it looked as though your cuck still had some sort of power. If you didn’t- then the tonguing could become a little frustrating! Well my own take on that is to say that if I straddle Edward’s mouth, if I ride his face, then I do allow myself to cum. Make no mistake about it, I am using him then and he knows it. If he reaches for his weeny erection I slap his hand away and tell him to concentrate on my cunny. Then when I climax, his face is sometimes drenched in little squirts of my lady cum. Not all women produce that, not all women know it can happen, but it does for me and big time since I started going with one man and dominating another. It’s as if your inhibitions are blown, as if you can respond big time to the urges that have seemed too unladylike before. As you lift off, you see your cuck’s face, covered in cum, hot and sticky (because you forget yourself as you grind and rub on his mouth) and probably a bit breathless looking. Remember, don’t smother him though- there are pleasures to be repeated!
‘And if you’re not riding Edward’s face? ’Trudy asked, sipping the chilled white wine. Well I don’t cum and that is possible with practice, because I tell Edward to stay off my button. It’s a different sort of oral, and it serves to show his submission to me. If you’re going out with your boyfriend, you might want it that way to gently arouse you before you step out. Wes likes to push his hand down inside my pants and feel that I am juiced up and ready for a night time of teasing before he penetrates me. He sees Edward as the prelim act. Sometimes I use that sort of oral for pictures. I mean I will set up the camera on a little tripod on the bedside locker and then put a foot up on the bed and beckon Edward to tongue me leisurely before I go out. I want him to make a meal of it- to put me in the mood for Wes. I tell him that he’s useless to me otherwise.
So this is lifestyle, full on, when you know you’ve found the right lover and its exclusive-Trudy checked. Yes, I nod. We are alpha together-elitest about sex, an item, chic, sophisticated, and that’s part of the buzz for me and a lot of other hot wives too. If your stud insists on screwing around, and you’re ready to party that way, then use sheaths and don’t make your cuck lick up the cum. This is the most intimate, the most fulfilling set up any woman could want- cake and eat it, the best of both worlds, but it’s worth protecting. So get there in a considered way.
Trudy nodded- the message gone home. Good I thought. So, I continued, ‘have you thought about how you use licking to get your own way even more?’ Clearly Trudy hadn’t. She’d pictured the act, understood the submission and the pleasure it would give her boyfriend too, but she hadn’t yet realised that cunnilingus was part of her control. ‘Well, you need to think what happens to your husband once you get him on the oral on a regular basis’ I observed. Silence..Trudy needed a pointer or two. ‘Well, you produce loads of pheromones when he licks and sucks, when you get aroused and they go straight up his nose which is just centimetres from your cunny, and they enslave him. Edward is addicted to my scent, the body scent I mean and addicted too I suppose, to the taste of my juices. Once he is lapping regularly, he’s likely to beg for it as often as he can. It can become a nuisance and its then that you use it to your advantage.
‘You ration it’ Trudy said, and I smiled.
‘What do you want in return for the oral delights?’ I asked her.
Well, on the spot and right then, she didn’t know.
‘Perhaps you want to go public, to enjoy being out with your man. That takes a lot of getting used to for your husband. Perhaps he hoped to keep this all hidden away behind closed doors. You can wean him off the secrecy, help him to get used to a more public shame, by offering cunnilingus treats.’
Trudy wondered what I wanted, what I had got because Edward was on a chemical leash to my pheromones. I waggled the keys to my Mercedes CLK. Some things are very expensive. We’re not all material girls, but each to their own.
Trudy had seen a few video clips, some steamy ones (I smiled when she blushed) of husband’s being made to suck a lover’s cock. Personally she said, the idea seemed ridiculous and distasteful. ‘Maybe’ I conceded, ‘it’s very much your lover’s decision. No man is going to be allowed to suck dick unless your stud is sure that game rules are understood. It’s the ultimate humiliation, if you make cuck do that’. Trudy gave me this look that said, ‘well?’ I replied, ‘high days and holidays. I made Edward do it the first time the three of us went on holiday. The hotel staff knew that I was the spoilt bitch and I was drunk on power. So I told Edward to take Wes’s tool out and lather it up for me. You could see that Ed was almost gagging, it really wasn’t his thing. But he did it and I reserve the right to make him do it again.’ Remember though, I concluded, we’re well established. It’s our lifestyle and part of my complete control philosophy.


I’ve been fucking Emma for about three months now

I’ve been fucking Emma for about three months now and she is the first married bird that I have bedded, at least when it comes to having a subservient husband in tow. It wasn’t something that started through the classifieds, we simply met at a party and I liked her shapely figure, her bob cut blonde hair and her playful pale blue eyes. She struck me as a rich bitch, she wore a gold Rolex for instance and had loads of expensive rings on her dainty fingers, but I thought what the hell, she’s enjoying dancing with me and seems really fun loving. It was an extreme sort of bash, with a lot of booze and radical people around. After a few dances she suggested that we go and get a drink together. I’d seen her look over at this sheepish older guy who seemed to stare so long at her, but cast his eyes down whenever she checked on him. I guessed that he must be her husband and perhaps he didn’t dance. I said, ‘won’t your minder get upset?’ and she smiled alluringly and said, ‘oh he doesn’t matter.’
So we had the first of five drinks together and the other guy pretended to take an interest in some drunk old fart who was pontificating on politics. I was enjoying our chat, she liked the same bands as me, played the same sort of sports, and then she asked, ‘is the old guy bothering you? I’ll get rid of him.’ I knew she meant the minder and I suppose that I had been checking him over once in a while. I fancied the lady and I didn’t want anyone getting in the way if we decided to take this somewhere. So I said, ‘just a bit- he’s such a sad hanger on isn’t he’. Emma strode over to the bloke, checked her watch and told him to take a hike. Perhaps it was his bedtime I mused. I watched him slouch off without a word- as good as gold. When she came back I said, ‘your husband?’ and she nodded, passing me her glass for a refill. ‘But I’m bored with him and he knows that I will take a lover.’
I call it cock instinct, that lust surge you get when a woman tells you something that charges your ego, that says bluntly, ‘I want you’. I liked her head strong manner, the way she had dismissed him. Posh bitch with attitude I thought- great! We retired to the conservatory of the house, where in the moonlight several couples were already exploring what each excited in the other. We kissed greedily but slowly and her eyes were wide when she then said to me, ‘don’t worry…I won’t let him get in the way if you want to fuck me. He does as he’s told.’
That conservatory was really sultry- several of us were petting partners in a wanton way. Emma’s legs quivered against my hand when I pushed up beneath the hem of her little black dress. I felt her stocking tops, the straps of her suspender belt, and then, momentarily, her thong as I pushed my fingers beneath its material and found her wet sex. I slid my fingers inside her slit and she gasped, before opening her mouth to my kisses again. ‘I want to go somewhere…’she breathed and for a second I considered a bedroom upstairs. But right then I didn’t want any short, sharp, rough fuck. I wanted her for the night and told her. She smiled eagerly and said that was what she wanted too. She made a first call to a taxi firm to pick us up and the second to ‘Roger’ who was told to bed down in the summer house for the night.
Back at their place I could see a lamp on in the summer house and the same sad old git reading on a camp bed. Emma locked the doors so that his destiny down the garden was complete and we went up to bed. The bedroom was swanky, richly done up with nice silk sheets. I undid Emm’s dress and it fell to the floor. I took off her bra but told her to keep the stilettos, stockings and suspender belt on, as it was sexier. Before I could decide what next, she dropped to her knees and lovingly took out my member. She licked it up and down the length of the shaft, always looking adoringly upwards. It was bloody fine, seeing her rouge lips against my sun tanned skin, the way she caressed my tool. We’d just met, I really wanted and liked her, I wanted this to be something bigger, so I said, ‘I’m going to use a sheath until we’re well established …I care about you.’ She rolled my condom on and promised me that Roger was never allowed to fuck her. I was going to be the man of the house.
The bed may have been posh, but I can tell you, it creaked like any other when you’re going at it full pelt. I pulled her lovely legs up over my shoulders and a little too briskly ploughed on in to that succulent little cunt of hers. It made her wince, she wasn’t used to proper cock. So I dug more slowly in to the hilt, and she confessed that Roger had only tongued her during these last months. ‘I don’t wank him…he’s not allowed that either’ she explained, between little gasps as I stroked into her pussy. Feeling her sex spasm on me, feeling it grip my shaft as I drove in and out was mesmerising. Her breathing was now in rhythm with it all. Little whimpers escaped her lips and her lovely tits shook with the thrust, thrust, thrust of my tool. The nipples were bullet hard and every so often I swept my tongue across them.
Emma was definitely out of practice at fucking! She came so hard and so easily, within the next few minutes. She screamed with pleasure, a sound that must easily have been heard through the open window and down amongst the magnolias. She clung to me, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. She was completely out of breath, lost to the sensation when I started to gradually stroke once more inside her cunny. She apologised profusely, promising to learn to fuck harder and longer. I stroked her hair, kissed her red lips and promised that I would take her through a few orgasms yet…there really was no hurry and by the morning, she would have a clearer view of what decent sex could be.
I realise that sounds so arrogant, but it was true. She was a novice at this and there was time for her to learn. Roger wasn’t going to interfere was he? So we began again, grindingly, slowly, my cock being made to rotate at a leisurely stir within her sex. Posh women like dirty words sometimes, so I whispered, ‘are you ready to be a bitch to him then’ and she nodded, ‘with you I am’ she replied. ‘You are too classy for the old guy’ I confirmed, and she agreed, ‘yes…I see that now’. A few more pushes, faster and deeper now. ‘You really are so fuckable…’ I said in this aloof voice, and she giggled, ‘and you are so arrogant!’ You could feel her relaxing then; feel her fingers running across my hips, sensing the strength in my thighs. It was nice. ‘I’m sorry…’ she said, as we upped the pace once more, ‘I can’t stop myself’ and this time we climaxed together. We locked hard against one another, she thrusting up to meet me as I bore into her- thump, thump, thump. Her pubes must have felt bruised afterwards, that fuck was quite brutal. More gasps, more screaming and this time two people breathing heavily-excited and relieved.
The sheath was bulging when I withdrew and she peeled it away. She smeared its contents around her pubes, across her wet lips. ‘One day soon I will have it inside me’ she whispered. I nodded. I guessed what she wanted to do next, what she and perhaps he had always anticipated. So I said, ‘why don’t you make him lick it off your cunt?’ Emma nodded. She put a silk wrap around her and I watched her step out into the garden and then over to the summer house. By the light of the lamp I watched Roger tongue her slit nice and eagerly. She didn’t touch him, didn’t kiss him, just let him do it. I watched his mouth working on her cunt, sucking and lapping. She just looked down at him as though it was a boring little ritual. He had to do it, because that was what separated him and me. It was good when she got back to bed having locked the door again. She was cold and smelled of perfumed roses. ‘That was disgusting, he is such a weakling’ she said firmly, ‘but I can make him do anything that I want.’


My wife and I started dating when I was 26 and she was 19

My wife and I started dating when I was 26 and she was 19, On our very first date we fucked, she loved sex, we married 6 months later and had sex several times a day. she loved watching porn movies they really got her turned on and she would comment about how the guys with the big cocks really excited her. 10 yrs into our marrage she was still going strong sexually I was getting to the point that it didn’t excite me all that much anymore. she was just too much for me, Yeah I was only 36 yo. but damn she wanted to do it all the time. I got to where I would put off going to bed with her and she would get pissed off at me. She came home one night from work (Nursing Home ) and told me about this older (55 yo) guy named Paul that was the son of one of her patients, they had gotten friendly thru coffe breaks where she would go to relax, She told me he had ask her to have a drink with him after she got off but she told him I was at home waiting on her. I ask her if she liked him and she said he was nice, I said do you want to fuck him ? she said she had wondered what it might be like to have an older guy do her. I told her that if she wanted to do itwitth him that I wouldn’t be mad and that I thought the idea was exciting . The more I thought about in the days to follow the more I wanted her to do it.After a lot of coaxing I finally got her toagree to bring him to the house for a couple late niter drinks. On Xmas Eve she called me and told me that Paul would be coming home with her that nite. They came in around 11 pm and they had one drink and went straight to our bedroom and was all over one another, I was hidden in the closet because she didn’t want me there and I wanted to see what was about to take place, well I wasn’t disappointed it was just as exciting as all my thoughts and fantasties had been She took her clothes off and she was so sexy looking I almost stepped out of the closet but instead I just watched as he removed his clothes and they laid on the bed and began to kiss and fondle one another , His cock grew to look like it had been taken from a horse ,his cock was at least 9.5″ and was big as your wrist. I couldn’t beleive he would be able to get it in her but slowly it disappeard deep inside her, they fucked for about 45 min. with her having 5 to 6 orgasms.This sort of thing has taken place many times over the last 12 yrs. I have come to enjoy it as much as she has, I will post ads on craigslist from time to time in the M4MW section serching for guys that want to come to our place and fuck my wife. She loves all the attention she gets . However she does practice safe sex, condoms are a must.