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  • My wife only has sex with other men and no longer with me. What can I do?

    My wife only has sex with other men and no longer with me. What can I do?

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    I first met my wife whilst I was on a break in Durban, South Africa five years ago. I was based in Lusaka in the final year of a four year assignment in Zambia and I needed a week or two in a somewhat normal country and found a small but elegant beachside guest house on the internet and booked in for a week. The owner promised to send her daughter to meet me at the airport in Durban and drive me to the guest house. There was no direct flight from Lusaka to Durban so I had to fly into Johannesburg and then transfer to a domestic flight. It wasn’t particularly taxing, but by the time I finally landed at the Durban airport I was glad someone was there to meet me. Little did I know then that she would end up being my wife in a few months.

    Anna* was slim, in her mid-thirties, blonde, deeply tanned and dressed like she had just come in from the bush with tan trousers, a loose t-shirt and boots that were made for hill walking, not strutting down a fashion runway. By chance she had just arrived that day on a two week break from her job at an upmarket safari camp near Kruger Park and had yet to change out of her work clothes.

    To make a long story short, we hit it off immediately, stayed up all night long drinking and talking and, just when the sun was coming up she took off her clothes, walked over to where I was sitting and unzipped my trousers and gave me the best blow job I had in years.

    We spent the following two weeks in bed with each other between long walks on the beach and nights out at restaurants. When it came time to finally say goodbye, Anna* asked if there was a future for us. When I said there certainly was she asked if I would be faithful to her. I told her I would and asked if she would be faithful to me. She told me the best she could do was try but her willpower often let her down. She then told me that she had a couple of ‘fuckbuddies’ at the safari lodge but they were married so they didn’t pose a threat to me. According to her, they just came over to her little apartment after work, drank some wine and had sex with her. She said one of them was Chris*, the son of the owner of the lodge, and it was impossible for her to say no to him as it would threaten her job and the other was, Johnny*, a handsome ranger that she would almost find it impossible to say no to. She told me both of them were very well endowed. When I asked her if they were larger than me she just giggled and said most men were far larger than me but tried to reassure me by saying that, although I wasn’t very well endowed, most men with big cocks were arrogant assholes and only cared about sex, not about forming a long-term relationship.

    I was kind of taken aback but the best I could think was to ask her to be at least honest with me about things. She promised she would and she lived up to her word. After I finally got back to my digs in Lusaka, after a couple of long flights and a dodgy taxi ride over potholed roads in the pitch black of night, I turned on my phone and got two texts.

    The first one read: ‘Chris* came over, we talked for a bit, and I went down on him. He wanted to fuck me but I felt funny about that’.

    The second one read: ‘Johnny* came over after he saw Chris* leave and screwed my brains out. Hope you had a good flight back’.

    Three months later I proposed to Anna* and she accepted. When she got back to the safari lodge after the break we had been on she told the owner she was going to resign and the staff threw her a party, not quite believing she had found somebody who wanted to marry instead of just fucking her on the side. Of course the engagement didn’t stop Johnny* and Chris* fucking her. Every night I would receive a text telling me that she had sex with at least one of them.

    I had gone back to Lusaka with a chastity device fitted securely on my cock and balls. Anna* found it when she went to an all women’s sex store in an upmarket neighbourhood north of Durban and was thrilled when the salesgirl told her what it was. It was one of those plastic ones which actually are very uncomfortable to wear over a long period but I was committed to the relationship and gladly let her keep both keys and promised to not fiddle with it while we were apart. I had to shave myself before I put it on and the urge to scratch myself when my pubic hair started growing back in was truly annoying.

    Despite the fact that she was having affairs with two men at the time she couldn’t stand the thought of me even getting aroused by another woman in her absence. I ended up wearing it up until the day we were married and I will never forget the feeling when it first came off. I felt like a virgin. On our wedding night I don’t think I lasted more than thirty seconds the three times we made love. It was particularly hard wearing it in the mornings while I was still in Lusaka and Anna* was at the safari lodge and the text would come in the morning telling me how one of her loves had enjoyed her pussy or lips the previous night.

    Since her notice time was six weeks and our marriage was set for four weeks away, after we were married she had to return to complete the final two weeks of her contract. The wedding ring did little to deter Johnny* and Chris*, who continued to fuck her up until the day she left the lodge. I guess that was when I officially became a cuckold. She was faithful to me for about 12 hours after she returned to the game reserve.

    Five years later we are now based in London and my wife has had over 18 relationships ranging from one night stands to three year affairs. Since she was raised in a macho culture she seems only physically attracted to dominant men. If you don’t know the type, the guys she likes are married, totally alpha and expect their wives to be completely faithful to them but have no problem having sex with a beta male’s wife, particularly the kind of sex they have with Anna*. Most English women have a big problem going down on guys, but Anna* loves sucking cocks and she always falls for the kind of guys who love to see her on her knees servicing them.

    It helps me that I have an understanding doctor who is, in her own way, a feminist who believes my marriage is an ideal model which should be embraced by more couples. She is also my wife’s doctor and friend and often goes out with her at night. I know they have gotten up to some wild things together. Every three months I am given a shot of Depo-Provera which eliminates most of my sex drive and even controls my fantasies and helps make my marriage work better. If you don’t know about this wonder drug, you should look it up. It is an effective form of chemical castration that is reversible. It is the ideal treatment for a committed cukold as it takes away, not only a man’s sexual drive, it also serves to eliminate any guilt the wife might have for denying her husband sex over the long term. It is also a hell of a lot more comfortable than wearing a chastity device. The drugs assure that I can no longer have an erection. After a few years of treatment, on the downside, I have noticed that my prick and balls have visibly shrunk. If I even attempted to put on a chastity device now it would just fall off. I don’t think they make them small enough to fit me in my current state. I also attend the surgery every Friday morning for oestrogen treatment which normally wrecks my weekend and confuses me until at least Monday. I find it impossible to go out of the house on Saturday and Sunday, but I use the time to clean and do the laundry for the week. The oestrogen does give me hot flashes which I am told are similar to what a woman has when she goes through menopause. For any man considering this it requires a lot of discipline not to put on weight. The perfect balance of oestrogen should bring about some feminine feelings without visibly swelling the breasts. My doctor has worked out the perfect weekly dose for me. Coupled with exercise and a good diet I have kept a trim figure although my breasts are sensitive and slightly larger but still small enough where I don’t have to face the embarrassment of wearing a bra.

    Anna* is quite happy that I am submissive and a bit feminised. Whilst she has an active sex life I take care of all the bills, the cleaning (including changing the cum stained sheets after her lovers leave) and cooking and buying her clothes, making sure that she has a supply of hold-up stockings and lingerie. There is some underlying resentment at my situation. It has been over three years since she has had sex with me and on a certain level I miss it. I know it’s just not in her realm of possibilities and it’s something she refuses to discuss. In fact, it is as if she doesn’t account for any sexual desire I may have and considers me sort of a neuter, if that makes sense at all. To be honest, with the regular drugs I take, I have been neutered but there are still underlying masculine urges I have. What most bothers me is that she has two large dildos on her bedside table that she uses to get herself off. Both of them are twice as large as my prick back in the days when I could get hard. It is humiliating to see them when I make the bed in the morning. I often find them scattered under the duvet and covered with her dried pussy juices.

    It’s not as if all her lovers are superbly handsome, fit and rich. One of her recent conquests, Robby*, is anything but a knock out. Granted, he is an alpha male and feels entitled to have a lover like Anna* on the side but I would consider myself to be a better looking man, although, according to Anna*, he possesses a huge cock and the ability to use it to drive her crazy. He also has that inherent confidence that I lack. In one instance he came over to our house to watch a television show and, whilst Anna* was on the sofa next to him, he took her hand and placed it over his cock and had her play with him during the entire television program while I was in the same room. After the program ended she slid down in front of him, unzipped his trousers and proceeded to suck his cock. She begged him to fuck her but he refused, although he did finally cum in her mouth. Then he got up and left without thanking her, although he did make a disparaging remark about my inability to satisfy my wife.

    The idea of sex with me just doesn’t interest her in the slightest. It is a closed subject we no longer really talk about. Since Anna* has relocated to London she has transformed herself from a sweet innocent looking blonde South African woman to a very sexily clad high heeled woman with a certain reputation. She was barred from the local pub because two men got in a fight over who would take her home, she has had irate wives threaten her and she has had lovers who have filmed her and posted the videos online. I didn’t know that she now shaves her pussy until I saw the latest video nor did I realise she has a tattoo on her ass (it’s quite pretty but I suspect it is an owner’s mark). I never suspected she was into anal sex until I saw her taken that way by one man and heard her moans of pleasure.

    What irks me most is the lack of respect some of her lovers have towards me. They act as if they are doing me a favour by fucking my wife. I have been woken up in the middle of the night to answer phone calls from men demanding they speak to my wife and even had the occasional 2:00 am knock on the door from a lover who wants a quick screw (she never turns them down). She currently has three lovers, all of them married. I am still the one that wines and dines her, as her lovers don’t want to be seen in public with Anna*, mainly because of her somewhat dubious reputation and also because they know it isn’t necessary to spend any money on her because the sex comes with no strings attached. The problem is that when I do take her out I am often not the one she goes home with. That happened again last week when I took her out for drinks and a handsome younger guy picked her up and took her home and screwed her brains out.

    There was one instance when her lover, Tim*, took her out but that was to a swing club. She claims she has no recollection of what happened and thinks she only made love to Tim* once in front of a crowd, although knowing how Anna* gets when she has had too much wine, I very much doubt that.

    Anna* was gone from a wayward wife to a full scale cuckoldress. She has all the traits now: spoiled, sulky and truculent until, of course, she has a real man’s cock in her hands. That’s when her face lights up and she knows what her role life is.

    To be honest, I haven’t seen my wife without her clothes on for over three years. The only chance I have to see her nude is in the videos and pictures her lovers take of her. She sometimes shares these with me if I buy her something nice or do something special for her.

    I know I will never be able to become her regular lover but I would like some advice as to how I could convince Anna* to consider taking me off the drugs and oestrogen treatment for at least a while. It would take months for the effect to wear off but I do miss the times when we had a physical relationship. I understand I could never be enough for her but I would be happy with a handjob now and then or even the possibility of going down on her whilst I play with myself. Right now it just seems like a hopeless cause, although I am committed to our marriage and would never consider cheating on her.

    I also would like her to be a bit more understanding of my current situation. It seems like the days after I have my oestrogen treatment she doesn’t understand what sort of emotions are running through my body or that I am having hot flashes throughout the day. She can be hyper critical and get angry about how the house is looking or the state of her wardrobe or even the meals I serve her. The only person that I can be totally honest with is my doctor but she seems to think just upping the dose of oestrogen I receive every week will cure everything. I did tell her that I secretly look at cross-dressing sites on the internet now and secretly fantasise about wearing more feminine attire.  She seems to think that is a perfectly normal and welcome development. Thankfully she has promised not to tell Anna* about that as I fear that would only make her happier and I would find a new feminine wardrobe one day when I came home from the office.

    I know Anna* is happy that I am more like a sister to her now than a husband. She does confide in me sometimes about her lovers and I do like to hear about her sexual exploits. I most long for the time she comes home after making love and lets me taste her lover’s cum, but that just doesn’t seem like it is ever going to happen. Her pussy seems to be forever off-limits to me.

    Any advice on how I can change this?

    *Names changed to protect identities

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  • Important advice before getting into the Slutwife and Swingers lifestyle

    Important advice before getting into the Slutwife and Swingers lifestyle

    Besides enjoying it and having fun, should you decide to embark on the slut wife lifestyle, then what I consider to be the most important advice anyone could offer would be to be safe.

    Obviously sexually, use protection, don’t ever take anyone’s word for their sexual history. People when motivated by lust or wanting, tend to lie. It’s easy to get caught up in the heat of the moment … and then regret it when it’s too late. There are many STDs and there’s always AIDS, do not think that because it doesn’t get as much news coverage as it used to, that AIDS is not as active as it was. It is and it can devastate your life. Don’t wrongly assume that AIDS only affects gay men. It doesn’t; it affects everyone, and you need to know this.

    If you’re going to meet someone, take condoms and lubricants with you, don’t rely on them and if you’re going to meet someone alone without your partner, meet somewhere where people are about. Do not, and i stress this, do not assume because you’ve swapped a couple of emails or texts, or had a few phone chats with someone, that you know that person. You don’t. They may appear the nicest sweetest person in the world, but you do not know them and i speak from experience here.

    I got talking to a man i met online, we swapped emails, eventually deciding to meet for a coffee. It went well, we met a few more times, then we started having sex. He was a businessman from the other end of the country, who’d previously lived close to where i live. We’d been seeing each other for six months, everything was fine. He used to have a thing about me dressing up a bit like a tart, which i didn’t mind … short skirts, stockings, strappy high heels, too much makeup, all that kind of thing, and he used to like sex either outdoors or in the back of his car, when we weren’t back at his hotel room.

    This particular time, we’d driven somewhere late in the evening and were walking around, me dressed up like a whore, when he spotted an alley, so off we went down it as we had done a few times before. We had a bit of a kiss and a grope, same as always, and then, out of the blue, he hit me. Punched me hard in the face. I still remember the shock, like it was happening to me now. I don’t remember how many times he punched me, in my face, my stomach, everything was a blur. I just remember a lot of pain, tasting my own blood and thinking he was going to kill me.

    He didn’t, he stopped to fuck me while I was bleeding and half unconscious lying on the floor. Then he was gone, leaving me just lying there. Luckily, I still had my phone and was able to call my hubby to come and find me when i could finally pull myself together and manage to think straight and stop sobbing. I survived obviously, otherwise i wouldn’t be here now telling you this. But it left scars and I don’t mean just emotionally. I lost a couple of teeth and needed dental work to repair others. My nose and cheek were broken and I couldn’t open my left eye for about a month.

    Up until this point, everything had all been fun. No sense of danger, no indication of any danger, and then like the first punch, reality hit. And believe me when I say, it hit very hard indeed. I learned the hard way a lesson in trust. Do not make the same mistake i did.

    Now i only see men i know or who I get to know very well before hand. But there’s still doubt, there probably always will be. The reality of this is that you’re stepping away from safe zone, the life and people you know and trusting someone else. Some may say that I got what I deserved for living what they define as a promiscuous lifestyle. Maybe they’re right, who am I to judge?

    What I do know is that sometimes you’re going to meet some people who are not very nice and bear this in mind because they don’t come with a sign. Some hide it very well indeed. Just like him. For months. Think on that. So do be very careful and like special agent Mulder used to say in the X-Files: ‘Trust no one!’  At the end of the day, stay safe in whatever decision or lifestyle you decide to follow.

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  • Slutwife fantasy: Telling my wife

    Slutwife fantasy: Telling my wife

    Be subtle, take it gradual. Read the signs. I would say think about what you’re thinking about doing very carefully, because once you do it, there’s no going back. It took us years, yes we used to talk about things as sexual foreplay, and it excited us both. But going from the fantasy to the reality didn’t happen overnight and neither was it planned that way.

    Look at how strong your relationship is. Seriously, if your relationship means anything to you, then consider how deep the love between the two of you is. The last thing you want is for one partner to use this as a means to end a relationship which they weren’t committed to anyway, and to use this as an excuse.

    I think maybe a lot of people reading this will find this talk of love between two people, while contemplating sleeping with other partners a little strange. But at the heart of all this, is the emotional and physical relationship of the people involved, it really is. The reality of this is that while it can be sexually exciting and thrilling, and rewarding, it can also end up wrecking marriages and ruining relationships. If you have a family, please, please think about them, and put them first in any decision.

    I’m probably coming off as a little negative, but you really do need to consider everything.

    Having said that, often there can be surprises the other way too. How often do you hear of wives who you would never in a million years, think of having affairs, having a ‘fling’ with a work colleague? Or of having been involved with another man for a longer period of time without anyone’s knowledge?

    What I’m saying is, you never truly know as much about the other person as you possibly think you do. Who knows what a wife or partner truly thinks or what she wants as well. I’ve spoken previously about the ‘slut label’ and it’s an implication for many women. How society shapes the way we think about ourselves and what others think about us and because of that, the way it limits the way we think we should be or act. So how do you really know what reaction to expect to anything unless you pluck up the nerve to approach something … having thoroughly thought through the consequences before hand. Life is short, sometimes you need to consider this too, because no one knows if this is the only life you live and if it is, then sometimes you need to overcome fear and know that if something is important to you, that at least you tried, even if sometimes what you try doesn’t succeed.

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  • Cuckold Honeymoon Plans – A letter to my husband

    Cuckold Honeymoon Plans – A letter to my husband

    A letter to my soon to be cuckold husband regarding our forthcoming wedding.
    Cocky,
    To prepare for our honeymoon, you will be expected to make the arrangements. You will book us for a hotel suite, you know, where we occupy 2 rooms, and there is a door connecting the 2 rooms inside. You will need to book this kind of room so that I can continue cuckolding you when I like throughout our honeymoon. You will buy a box of condoms, the XL ones, and place it in my fuck room. I won’t have you stock the room with beverages, as I will just have you bring them as needed. It’s better if you do it while my lover is visiting, it makes things harder for you, and I like making things hard.

    Our honeymoon will last for 3–6 nights, depending on how many times I can have how many lovers visit me, which is something I will work out for myself, however, you will receive many updates as news comes in.  I will excitedly share with you when I add a lover for the occasion, not only to humiliate you Cocky, I mean really, you will have to be informed of this so you know approximately how many condoms to have handy, how many beverages, and what type. You wouldn’t want your guests to go without while they are here to please your wife while you wait and listen.
    Yes, your duties are many and it is sometimes a lot sometimes to keep track of. Sure, you suffer a bit throughout, as you must witness your wife getting well fucked by others. Sure, you have to clean up the mess after the party and your tongue abused by me in more ways than one. It’s all in the name of love, as cheesy as it is to say that. You are rewarded with my love and attention.  You should look forward to the honor of cleaning up after such a skilled man, who pleased your wife endlessly.
    Tom will also be invited to my honeymoon fuck room. I would tell him to assume 2 rounds and more if we desire and are able.  Assuming he could visit 2 times and fuck come into my cunt 2 times, that’s 4 condoms full of manly, superior sperm for you to deal with. I know that’s a lot, but you should feel lucky I’m so picky and can’t have 4 suitable lovers, one for each night.  You do the math, that’s a lot of wedding gifts.
    Your loving soon to be bride,
    Vanessa

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  • Why my husband gets excited watching me have sex with other men

    Why my husband gets excited watching me have sex with other men

    I can’t speak for all men or husbands because I honestly don’t know what goes through all men’s minds or if they think the same. I can only speak for my hubby, and for the men who send me messages when they see my pictures online.

    From my hubby’s point-of-view, it’s the fact that he’s married to a woman who other men desire and want to fuck, but who despite having all these other men who she’s had sex with, is still married to her hubby. That actually sounds awful when I read it back, it makes me sound like the local whore … ‘all these other men’, but you know what I mean. It may seem strange to a lot of people reading this, who for one reason or another don’t understand this ‘lifestyle’, or who just think it’s deviant or wrong. But you can’t willingly go into this unless you have a strong marriage to begin with. You seriously can’t.

    Because at the end of the day, despite who I’ve been sleeping with, and how big his cock is, or how good the sex is, I still go back home to hubby because the difference is, as I’ve said previously, for me, this lifestyle is purely a physical thing. It’s not about love, it’s just an act of sex. I truly love my hubby and I know he loves me too. I know that at the end of the day, that’s still going to be the case, and that it’s not going to change.

    When i think about it now, i do wonder if maybe what we do is similar in some ways to when you see the extremely rich/powerful older man with the young and beautiful trophy wife on his arm? Maybe this is the ordinary, normal everyday working man’s definition of this?  Or is could just be as simple of a husband getting visually turned on by seeing another man fucking his wife, and seeing her getting used that way?

    Men are visually stimulated after all.

    I could keep guessing and theorizing all day, but at the end of the day still be no nearer the truth.  Would I like it if my hubby was sleeping around with other women? No, no i wouldn’t, not that, that’s something he’s ever shown interest in. So there’s another aspect to this lifestyle to take into consideration.  What I do know is, that I do get a lot of messages and emails from men saying, ‘I wish my wife was like you’ or, ‘You’re such a sexy slut, I wish I was married to you’. So I’m at a loss, am I really to explain it?

    Who knows, maybe the appeal for a man at seeing his wife have sex with another man, is something that’s been written into his genetic makeup. Maybe those scientists who did that genome mapping will one day discover a gene for it, i mean … there appears to be one for just about everything else, doesn’t there. Why not that as well?

    The cuckold gene? lol

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  • My most memorable Slutwife experience

    My most memorable Slutwife experience

    This took place at a fancy dress party a few years ago. I went as Ginger Spice. I had the wig, the little Union Jack mini dress, and a pair of white knee length platform boots. It was actually a charity fundraiser for something to do with repairing the church roof. Hubby was supposed to go with me but at the last minute, he had to go into work for a bit to sort out some problems, so he just dropped me off, and said he’d pick me up later.

    There were a lot of people there and i must admit, I did get a lot of compliments on my Spice Girl outfit, mostly from men. Which when I saw my reflection in a hall mirror, I could fully understand why. The little mini dress that looked so fine when I was admiring myself in the mirror in my bedroom, standing still, and not tottering around in my boots, was now halfway up my bottom, so that my little white knickers were fully visible for all to see … and clearly quite a few did.

    It was about then, that I met ‘Batman’ who’d obviously noticed my ‘distress’ at showing off my one and all … either that or he’d come for a closer look. It’s funny really, but I always remembered the caped crusader as being a little taller, and definitely a lot slimmer, and possibly not sporting a beard. But, obviously a girl has to be thankful for any knight in shining armor, who happens to pass her way, and offers his … ‘services’.  Batman brought me a drink and we got chatting, he was actually very nice and after freshening my drink a few times, we got to dancing. As I said, I’d had a few drinks by then, so I didn’t really mind when his hands started wandering a bit. He told me that despite Spice Girls not being his type of music, he’d always quite fancied Geri Halliwell. I feigned surprise as I let his hands have a good feel of my bum as we danced close.

    It was then that Dracula arrived on the scene. Very suave, wearing a very expensive tailored suit, slim, well groomed, and with his thick dark hair slicked back. It was just unfortunate that the whole scenario of seduction was ruined by him having to take his teeth out Ito be understood. As it turned out, Batman and Dracula were brothers … I suppose the whole ‘Bat’ theme should have given it away, but you’d have to forgive me for not catching on sooner because they were as different as chalk and cheese. Anyway, Dracula, asked to cut in, and his brother obliged and i was soon being waltzed around the floor by the Prince of Darkness … who like his brother, appeared to not only have a thing for Ginger Spice, but also an uncanny ability for letting his hands feel around my knickers. Which by about this time i was quite enjoying quite evidently, as i could feel myself getting a bit hot and sticky down there, as well as a bit flushed in my face from the effects of the drink. Drinks were flowing quite freely, as Batman arrived with another glass of wine, and a suggestion that we go and find somewhere a little less crowded to get our breath back, and get to know each other a little better.

    Which, to cut a long story short, is how Ginger Spice, ended up on her back in a master bedroom sucking off Batman, while being well and truly fucked bandy by Dracula, who had a penis any woman would truly be willing to die for.  It may not be the most kinky or explicit thing I’ve ever done, but it was certainly the most memorable.

    God knows what anyone would have thought walking into a scenario like that, it must have looked like something out of a very bad porn movie, or an old Carry-On film. But despite that, the sex was very, very good, and like i said, after experiencing Dracula’s cock, I understood why they called him Vlad the Impaler.  I do have to say here as well, that despite the ridiculousness of it all, they were both perfect gentlemen … well mannered, and polite.

    Or so i thought before i tried to find my knickers to put back on before going back downstairs to wait for my husband to come pick me up, because it was only then that i realized that one of those ‘gentlemen’ had taken my knickers home with him, probably as a souvenir of our little liaison.

    I have my suspicions it was Dracula, because Batman’s a superhero, and superheroes would never leave a damsel in distress like that … would they?

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  • What I enjoy most about being a Slutwife

    What I enjoy most about being a Slutwife

    I suppose I’ve been actively involved in the lifestyle now for around ten years. Would you believe the first man i fucked outside my marriage was actually my brother-in-law …. with my husband’s blessing. My husband’s brother is widowed and lives in New Zealand. He and came over to stay with us as i said … back in 2004. He’d always been forward in his liking and finding me attractive … flirting and making suggestive remarks It was something which hubby and i talked about often, as well as the possibilities of what it would be like should i ever take him up on one of his ‘invitations’, should the opportunity arise to find out.

    It eventually did, i accepted, and took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and we’ve slept together now regularly over the years, when we’ve shared time together. So that would have been my initiation into the lifestyle, a little strange when you think about it with my brother-in-law possibly, but in all honesty it was a very comfortable, relaxed way of getting started i think.

    What do i like about it?

    That’s actually a very difficult question to answer. The obvious answer i suppose would be to say that i enjoy the physical pleasure of just having sex … no strings attached, no complications, which yes, i do enjoy very much. I’ve always enjoyed the physical act of having intercourse and I’ll freely admit, I do love seeing a man’s penis. I prefer uncircumcised ones because i love seeing the foreskin roll back. That for me really is a big turn on and I find it fascinating. I know a lot of men find a woman’s vagina a work of art with its many folds and intricacies but for me, a penis is just the same … there’s something about knowing that it’s getting all lovely and stiff and hard just for me, that really gets me wet So many times, i think a woman feels the need to justify enjoying sex. Isn’t that stupid?

    We live in a world where despite what culture you live in, a man is looked upon as being ‘one of the lads’ if he puts it around a bit. I know, i know, the same old rant, but it’s true. A woman on the other hand is a slut if she is seen as remotely enjoying sex, case in point, your reference to me as a ‘slut wife’. Which incidentally i don’t mind at all, because there comes a point in a woman’s life where she realizes that basically being regarded or referred to as a ‘slut’ is actually a form of a back-handed compliment. Why? Because it means she has the power sexually.  And i suppose that’s what it comes down to: power, liberation, and the feeling of self-confidence it brings, is possibly the nearest i can come to describing it. The knowledge that i have the power of choice and that it’s me who makes the decision. What i mean by this is, that women by their very gender, live their whole lives through, bearing up to the judgement and reaction in other peoples eyes …. other women especially.

    We know what a man thinks about us by the way he looks at us. Men don’t really disguise their thoughts terribly well. But unless a man is going to actually physically assault a woman and take what he wants that way, which doesn’t make him much of a man really, does it. Then any granting of permissions, as i call it, is entirely down to the woman.

    It’s her choice. A woman’s decision.

    We have the power. Women are the ones who get to choose. And i suppose being involved in this lifestyle, proves that especially.

    That isn’t to say that this is just a subliminal power game or anything like that, because there are obviously moments it really is just about the enjoyment of some very pleasurable carnal lust and sexual fulfillment. The majority of times actually, i would say it really is just about the excitement of feeling a man, albeit a stranger on top of you … or behind you, fucking you hard, just because he wants to fuck you and you want him to as well. You don’t have to know his name, his circumstances, what he’s doing tomorrow, it’s not about that. It’s the excitement of two people with probably two very different lives and in reality very little in common otherwise, just fucking. A moment of blissful unreality.

    That ends when you put the key in the door, walk in the hall, hear the kids screaming at each other, see the bills piled up, and start making the evening meal.

    Read about how I got into the slutwife lifestyle! http://simplysxy.com/articles/2015/01/12/how-i-got-into-the-slut-wife-lifestyle/

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  • How I got into the Slutwife lifestyle

    How I got into the Slutwife lifestyle

    SimplySxy kicks off this 6 Part special featuring Mrs G, beginning with how she got into the slutwife lifestyle.

    Well it wasn’t a conscious lifestyle decision, that I suddenly woke up one morning and decided upon, that’s for sure.

    It started by degrees, i suppose that’s the easiest way of describing it.

    I’ve always worn stockings and suspenders, and my hubby has a serious stocking and leg fetish. When we first started dating many, many years ago now, he couldn’t believe his luck because, and I think it’s safe to say, all his previous girlfriends had worn tights/pantyhose.

    He said he’d found the perfect girl and who was I to argue. After we’d been married a good few years, while we were making love, he used to like to talk about me flashing my legs at other men, and I didn’t mind because it got him excited, so I went along with it. Then it progressed to talking about me letting other men feel me up, until we were regularly talking about other men having me.

    Usually in the back seat of a car, or in an alleyway. which at the time, although we didn’t know it then, would prove to be very prophetic words indeed. I’d make up little stories about how I’d been chatted up somewhere, usually by an older gentleman, because that was something that turned me on as well … in our little stories it’d taken place at a pub, or while i was out doing the shopping, or while at work, then I’d make something up about how i ended up letting them have sex with me … despite me being a married woman who should be ashamed of herself for letting something like that happen.

    I think I probably got as much out of being a naughty girl sexually, as hubby did having a wife who imaginary strayed. I don’t know if all this was normal sexual foreplay, but I have read about things like that a lot in magazines or in television lifestyle documentaries since, where couples talk about their sex lives and fantasies. So maybe we were only being normal? I honestly don’t know.  From there, it went to me being ‘persuaded’ to go out in skirts a little too short and heels a little too high, and to sitting in coffee bars and restaurants accidentally revealing a little too much leg, showing off my stocking tops and suspender clips.

    It probably sounds very tame and restrained compared to what I get up to now. But at the time, it was like our version of the moon landing … a giant leap for the married-kind. We’d both get so very turned on at our, at the time ‘outrageous and daring antics’, that we’d often celebrate with a quickie or a blow-job on the way home in the car, down a back lane, or parked at the back of a remote car park somewhere to relieve the passion. So that, in a nutshell I suppose, is how we first dipped our collective toes in the water of marital consensual adultery, without really knowing or planning where it would lead to later.

    And from there, eventually things progressed, to me one day willingly consenting to giving sex outside of marriage a try. Which I eventually did, and have been doing regularly ever since, with hubby’s full support and approval.

    If you’d asked me about the prospect of me ever being the person I am now or of the possibility of me willingly embracing this lifestyle when I first met my future husband, or even a good number of years after we first got married. I can honestly say, i don’t think it’s either something I ever thought about or probably would have considered doing. And yet here I am now, openly talking about it like this. It just goes to show, never take anything or yourself for granted. Given the right circumstances or motivation, I think we can all change over time, until eventually we become the person we were probably always meant to be.

    Stay tuned next week for Part 2 of 6 when Mrs G shares what she loves most about being a Slutwife!

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  • Organise your own successful Gangbang!

    Organise your own successful Gangbang!

    I’d like to think we all know the rules: If you’re the only girl and you’re up against three or more guys, that’s considered a gang bang, and it’s one of the wildest scenarios you might find yourself in when leading a cuckold lifestyle.IMG_3483a

    Although being with just one man other than your husband is the best choice for a hotwife —for a lot of reasons I’m not gonna address here—, a gang bang also offers it’s fair share of advantages and it will be fun for you, your cuckold and your male guests.  And there are some reasons sometimes we’d rather do a gang bang than a one-on-one date, or at least it was that way when we first started on the lifestyle.

    For a cuckold husband, the sole idea of watching her wife fucked by many men is simply one of the biggest turn-ons on Earth.  It’s just too exciting a scene and he can arm himself with a nice camera and just tape the whole thing from different angles to feed his personal collection of wifey porn. What’s not to like?  For the hotwife it’s the chance to be the center of the Universe, or at least the focus of a group of horny males.  Just like in porn, but close and personal.

    We first started gangbanging because we were on the prowl for well–hung, mature and educated men. But we didn’t want to set a date and end up disappointed by him.  I mean, we only made contact through swinger sites that depended on reputation via validations. That means there are other couples that have been with your candidate and if their experience was bad they will register that on the guy’s profile. If the encounter was good… Well, they will praise him and whatnot.  But if some guy works for a certain couple there’s no guarantee it will hit the spot for you, so anyway you’re kinda in a blind spot when seeking a ‘perfect guy’ to fit your criteria.

    Read on Page 2 as Miau Miau gives tips on how to organise a successful Gangbang!

  • What is a Hotwife?

    What is a Hotwife?

    I get asked all the time what a Hotwife is? Let me start by putting it very simply, Freedom. Freedom is readily available for the Hotwife who is in stable relationship with a Cuckold husband. I have complete control in deciding whom I wish to have sex with and when I have sex with them. My Cuckold husband has no control in whom I fuck or when I fuck other men. He actually wears the panties in the family! That’s the way our Hotwife Cuckold relationship is.

    I was always a nasty girl who liked to fuck and wanted to be with numerous men (boredom with same cock comes quickly for me) but society looks at this as wrong way. Our current culture says I am a slut or whore because I love to fuck lots of men.

    I always knew I had deep sexual desires to fuck as many men as possible. Again, society says I am a dirty little slut for feeling and acting this way. Guess what now I am proud to say “I am a dirty little Slut” and I love it.

    When my husband first told me he wanted to share me with other men, it confused me and scared me and I thought this must be wrong even though deep down, I loved the idea. Society says having what you want sexually is wrong. Who makes these rules anyway? For a Hotwife, you are allowed and encouraged to fuck other men, how liberating. Why should we listen to what society says about how we are supposed to live our lives. Isn’t it your life to live? As long as both husband and wife are in agreement with the situation and it heightens the relationship, I say go for it!

    In the beginning we would go to regular bars and clubs to find other men.

    It was very hard in the beginning to find other men to fuck; I think I scared them with my aggressiveness and the whole situation. We were still figuring out our boundaries.

    We started going to swingers clubs and it became much easier to find lots of guys to fuck! The men at swingers clubs understand what is happening and are not frightened that my husband is right there.

    My cuckold does not take other women but he is allowed to fuck me almost daily. He loves watching me get fucked and it is the highlight of his week when he gets to clean a fresh creampie out of my pussy. We talk about what turns us on and what our boundaries are, since this does change as you progress in the Hotwife Cuckold relationship. At first, I wanted him in the same room while I fucked another man and did not feel completely comfortable being alone with another man. This stemmed from wondering what my little cuckold was doing while I was not with him. This was my own insecurity and ignorance of our situation. As timed passed, I understood that my cuckold husband was just sitting like a little schoolboy waiting to eat my fucked pussy like it was an afterschool snack!

    The highlights of this relationship for me are the feeling of being like a princess. Who wouldn’t feel like a princess when you have more than one man wanting to please you as many times as you will allow. I love the freedom to choose who I want to fuck. Variety is the spice of life and how true that is, I can have a man who is short, tall, well built, young or from any ethnic background I choose. I get a new sexy Hotwife outfit to go out in every weekend.

    It is an awesome feeling when your husband points out a man that he thinks you might be attracted to or wants to see you in bed with. It is the type of love where you know that there is nothing that will separate the two of you and no matter what, you always go home or come home to your Cuckold husband.

    Read on as I share an experience over the Labor Day weekend with two different men on page 2!