Give your wife a chance. I’m sure she can explain. Or maybe she can’t. Back out of the room quietly and she’ll never know you caught her.
Even if a woman promises her husband all of herself… there are times when she can’t stop her body from giving everything to someone else as well.
- H
Every woman needs a man who can take her and fill her and bring her to the edge of reason and bring out what it means to be a woman.
And… if the man who loves her can’t do that? Then she needs another man in bed with her at night.
- H
(via behindmyboyfriendsback)
True for both of us! Poor cucky needs to be careful what he wishes for.
A slippery slope… such a delicious, slippery slope…
- H
It’s true! What’s even more pathetic is cucky encourages me to do so.
M encourages this a lot. He’s such a wonderful boyfriend! :)
- H
Sometimes Juliet just wants a different kind of Romeo.
Reblog for the truth of it! Happy Friday!
- H
(via toricooperauthor)
H has these moments. These moments where she’s just natural, just being herself. Her hips shift, she crosses her legs and her body tilts. Her eyes close and her head turns toward the sun, and her mouth forms something between a smile and whimper.
I can hear that. She doesn’t make a sound, but it’s a soft, breathy, yearning all the same. I can hear it in my head.
And as the sun shines across her skin, and she feels the warmth over her, sometimes I see a grin. Sometimes a puckered lip or a slight opening, or a quiver. Her breasts hang and rise as she breathes. And, for a moment, I can see the silhouette of her hard nipples.
She has these moments where I feel like getting off the bed, or darting straight to her from the doorway, grabbing her hips, and fucking her like nothing else. But I sit. I watch. And I want.
I want to see her, all of her beauty, all of her excitement and pleasure, with someone else. I want to see her gyrating on someone, I want to hear her moan out. I want her to squeeze his large cock inside her. I want her to look in his eyes and milk his body for all it’s worth.
I want her to kiss someone. I want her to part her lips for someone’s tongue, to have her breasts caressed, to feel his hand sliding down her panties and into her, and for her to spread her mouth open even more.
I want those moments, her moments, for her. For her to experience what she wants, what she needs, what she deserves.
H has these moments when I can tell she’s thinking the same thing. When her hand slides down, and her breath becomes ragged, and her thighs tremble, audibly moist. When she whispers the name of someone I know, or don’t know, and I see her rock against her hand and moisten even more as a cocktail of jealousy, angst, humility, and pleasure all fill me.
And it’s moments like that, when I realize how much I love her.
- M
You know what makes a difference during sex? Being able to feel his penis. Here I was last night fucking him cowgirl and I couldn’t really feel a damn thing! If he ever wondered why cuckolding was a good idea, hopefully last night serves as a solid reminder. This was, of course, after he complained last night about not being able to get off without a story from me if I wasn’t fucking him. I’d fuck him more if he actually had something worthy of being called a cock. >.< #slutwifeproblems
Very true!
And while it certainly isn’t true for everyone out there.. there are just some women who need (in addition to all the love and couple-y enjoyment in the world) a wonderfully-fitting hard cock to ride every now and again. And I’m not kidding when I say it’s a physical need!
#physicalneeds
- H
Small steps. And always reassess and communicate!
“So… how long have you fantasized about fucking M’s girlfriend?”
- H
M, I know how much you still want to see me with someone else.
The question is: would you still abide by the promise we made for that?
- H
:)
- H
M is still (and probably will forever be) my favourite lover.
- H
Watching H undress, at first shy and then more bold, is one of the most amazing experiences this world will ever offer.
- M
We live for those little moments of tenderness.
- M