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Lee darling, whatever brought whore wives to your mind? Could it be working on those sites together last night? lol

You see, my dear reader, Lee and I do websites and we often, ahem, review sites together to choose our sponsors with. We happened to be looking for a good sponsor for our new housewives site and came across this nice one here -
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To put a long, detailed and highly erotic story short, this site is about the ultimate cuckold fantasy. Husband gets into financial trouble, debt collectors pay them a home visit and end up collecting the debt from a happy and cooperative wife, while the husband is forced to watch.
I have spent some more time, eh, reviewing movies from Housewives bangers… you wanted hot sex, Lee? lol, I’m in the mood to talk about some housewives steamy sex. I’m a married work from home mom, and trust me, today, after having spent most of the day doing grinding housechores and looking after my darling kids (whom I adore btw), sitting here, finally having the time to watch porn… err, I mean work… waiting for my dear husband to come home from work, I can certainly see the appeal in certain scenarios…
Say, a knock at the door, two handsome men there, me in my nightie… They are polite and say they are business associate of my DH, I smile and let them in, tell them he’s not at home right now and is there anything I can do to help them. As it happens, there is…
You see, my spouse is in trouble and owes one of these men some money. His name is Jeff and he’s a business man of sorts, what sorts, I do not ask. He is wearing a dark suit, no tie, and has a general businessman appearance (which is why I let them in, in the first place). The other guy is never introduced by name. I’m told that he’s the represetative of a new debt collecting service, helping people like Jeff collect what is owed to them.
I have the choice, to either comply and be nice to these two gentleman, and let them tape this as proof, or my poor husband will come to severe physical harm. Now I ask you, such two nice guys, cocks already bulging, one bored, yet very supportive, slut wife… there’s only one answer to that offer, don’t you think? I mean, the very thought of being on my knees for these two cocks is enough to get me wet…
The collector places the camera on the kitchen table, pointing it at Jeff, who wastes not a minute, pulling me in front of him and raising my nightie above my head. So fast, I can’t even do much about it. Within seconds, I am standing there, in my white cotton panties, in front of a man I had never seen until five minutes before. I am so turned on, I want him to hold my breasts and play with them. I push my chest forward and close my eyes, but he only places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me to the floor.
“Go on,” says our cameraman, “Unzip him,” and he casually checks the preview screen. It’s obvious that this isn’t his first time collecting debts from a slut wife… I am only too happy to comply, my mouth hungry, my lips already aching to be touched…
I unzip Jeff’s black trousers and pull out a most magnificent dick, already very hard. I look up into his face and I can see the excited look, all business manners forgotten, he is now totally male, all cock wanting to get into my mouth.
I am about to lick his cock, but suddenly the collector says “go on, fuck her mouth, man, she’s your whore now!” And just as I open my mouth, Jeff, suddenly places his hands on my head and, with some encouragement from our enthusiastic collector, pushes his cock right into my mouth. I almost choke, half from the surprise, as Jeff begins to move his cock in and out, slowly at first, but soon enough getting into a fast, steady rythm. My initial surprise is soon replaced by pure lust, as I open my mouth wider, and try to relax my throat muscles, allowing Jeff to get more of his huge cock into me. He is so into it now, I doubt that he will last long, and I so want him too… I suck all that I can, waiting for him to give me a night cap of man milk… and soon enough, I get it… a few more strokes and Jeff suddenly pulls my head with one strong thrust, pushing his cock deeper into my throat and blowing his cum so deep into me, I can’t even taste it. I gag, but he doesn’t let go for several long seconds, and I have no choice but to swallow several loads of his cum…
As he finally pulls out, me still on my knees, I realize that my hand had wandered into my panties, while he was fucking my mouth. I feel my own wetness on my fingers, and look at the collector, hopefully. I smile at him too, but he smiles back as he packs his camcorder and says, “sorry, not allowed to mix business and pleasure… but you’re such a hot slut wife, I promise to pay you a personal visit off work…”
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All this talk about relationships is well and good. But what about hot steamy fucking sex? Can we get an “Amen?” Girls gone wild. Ladies attacking their gardeners (a personal fave of mine!.) Benevolent older men using young women who want it that way? How about my friend who lured his neighbor lady into being paid for sex? There lies a tale, lol.

My good friend Bob has a tale for an aching boner that won’t quit. Seems the gorgeous lady next door was experiencing marital problems. Well, actually, it was far worse than just that. She had discovered progressively more evidence of her old man having an affair with his new hot secretary. Originally, there was the suspicious panties found in his pants pocket, most small these things, a thong type panty for a waist smaller than our subject. Turns out the new secretary was very petite, lol. It was common knowledge in the office he was fucking the dumb new broad, lol. And she did indeed have certain, um, talents, it seemed.
Bob is off that very day, in the back yard pruning roses and doing the yard work he loves doing. A divorced Dad of 2 girls, he enjoys his time off and putters among the flora he planted himself. Shirley (we’ll say) ventures out her back door that warm afternoon in a bikini, apparently tanning. Bob has a great vantage point, having an elevated yard, and he cannot help but notice. In the first place, he has never, in the two years he’s lived there, seen her in this bikini. Once or twice a short skirt which definitely got his attention, some heels as well for parties, but usually standard fare middle class stuff. Well, she undoes the top. And she removes it. Boing!
Bob about drops his pruners on his foot. He couldn’t move, he said, lol. He’s paralyzed by the strange gorgeous scene posed by his neighbor lady. Then she gets up and strides back inside, evidently hurrying. Bob about loses it watching her tits bounce back into the crib. He stays out for a while, then runs out of shit to do, lol. Goes back inside and relaxes, keeping an eye on next door, practically staring. He was smitten.
He gets a call. Guess who? Bob quickly to the rescue, to help this poor damsel who is complaining about problem with her garbage disposal. He knows it’s bunk. He can smell an affair.
Bob gets inside the door and she is by the sink, still in her bikini. Bob asks what symptoms the disposal shows and she says, “Well, it’s actually OK.”, smiling.
Bob smiles back, a grin from ear to ear.
The lady smiles and whispers, touching her breasts and now cupping them both. “I want to suck your cock, Bob. Can I?” (A friggin picture of want.) She goes on, though. “My jerk old man is having an affair, I just found out. And he has been fucking this stupid secretary of his for a few months now. Everyone there knows it. I was so ashamed going there today!” And she starts crying. So much for the blowjob, Bob thinks. He does the neighborly thing and goes closer to her, putting a hand on her arm.
“Hey, Shirley, it’s OK, gal. I have been there, remember?” Bob’s own divorce was the result of his ex taking on a few new fellows.
“No, Bob, I am broke and I just found our bank account has been emptied. He must be buying her a fucking house. Its terrible.”
“Jesus, Shirley……..broke? For real?”
“For real, Hon,” Shirley spits out. “And I am pissed as hell. Do you have any money, Bob?”
“Um, sure, Babe, you want a loan? Jesus, I can scrape something together easily. Today!” Bob replied.
“I had another arrangement in mind, Bob,” Shirley smiled. “If you give me $100 dollars I will be your whore.” Shirley took off her top and stood there, waiting for an answer. The she untied and removed her bottom, standing completely naked now in front of Bob.
She then moved in front of our stunned friend and got to her knees. “It’s not like I don’t want to, you know. Let me give you a sample for free, Bobby,” she purred and put her hand on Bobs crotch.
“Cum in my mouth. He never does that for me”, she said as she pulled out Bob’s incredibly hard tool and began sucking him. “I want you to make me work for my money. I bet I will love being your whore. You are so nice to your kids.” Shirley looked up at Bob, her mouth nice and full already. Good Lord, lol. Bob nods.

Lee, you have recently blogged on affairs. I think I want to address relationships today, from the other side of things.
A cyber-friend of mine consulted me the other day about sexual problems with his wife. They have a young child and since the child was born, he feels that passion has left their bedroom. He still loves his wife and she still loves him. They have sex regularly, and she seems happy with it. However, he is at a stage in life where he is curious, craving more sexual stimuli perhaps, and isn’t happy about things.
Well, I told him what my DH did, only three weeks ago, that has added a new spark to our romance and thus to our sex life. It wasn’t by coming up with some new sex position, it wasn’t by giving me wild oral sex, it wasn’t even by getting a sex toy. It was a small gift, however. After ten years of marriage, he surprised me with a dozen red roses and a bottle of perfume. To be fair, he did do that following a talk we had had the night before, where I confessed I felt we needed to put more into our relationship, in terms of quality time. The roses and perfume showed me that he had listened, and that he cared. And that, to me, was beyond hot.
I advised my friend to try the same. To be romantic, not overtly sexual. And he did, he bought his missus flowers, with a nice romantic note. It sparked off something… brought up memories of courtship and romance. They had a lovely weekend together, although still working out things. Actually, if anything, it triggered some important talks. Not easy conversations for either side, but the kind that makes a relationship change, and hopefully grow into something even better.
Being in a long term relationship isn’t easy. It can lull and dull romance to a great extent. And children, as wonderful as they are (and they are!), can amplify that effect, taking away from us the very time needed for relationship-lubricants such as a romantic date, or even a talk.
If you are in a long term relationship, or a marriage, and you feel the romance is gone, do not despair. Whether you’re the man or the woman, take things into your hands. Don’t do something overtly sexual, would be my advice, but do something that is obviously and unmistakeably romantic. Cooking a nice meal or doing the house chores for the day is considerate and loving, but it’s NOT romantic. Red roses are. Don’t expect anything in the form of hot passionate sex that very night. On the contrary, make sure your partner knows you do NOT expect it. If it does come, have your fun, but remember, it’s feelings first. Build up on that momentum, slowly and gradually, over days. Most importantly, take the time to actually talk about things, including your sex life. Good communication lies at the base of any relationship, and no long term relationship can succeed without it.

A friend of mine has an “open relationship” with his wife of 25 years. This, I happen to know, was not easily arrived at. Their relationship had the standard numbers of bumps and bruises along the way, same as every one’s, yet, some of these bruises may have enabled where they are now. They are both attractive people, fit, well built and intelligent. Yet, for long years they each fought their own urges to be with others. And, sometimes, they failed at this. I think the track record was twice each, actually. They separated following one episode of his indiscretion, got back together, then he returned the favor following one of hers. They really do love each other, and then did as well. They had no format or guidance for their feelings about these indiscretions, only that they were utterly impelled at one time or another to follow their erotic muse to other people, at last twice. (Later, they each confessed to another apiece.) But this was later.
Finally, as my friend told me, they sat and spoke for a long while. It turns out, they each were interested in some sexy object of attention, outside the marriage, yet, they did not know this about the other. In an ironic admission, my friend mentioned it, fully and completely, and described, honestly, his feelings of arousal for a gal who had been coming onto him and in whom he was interested. To his surprise, worrying as he was about yet another disowning of the relationship, he was amazed to hear his wife had similar feelings about a man she badly wanted as well. They then commenced talking about how these different souls had invaded their fantasies, dwelling there as they had their own sex. They both admitted seeing the other person in their mind’s eye while fucking. Oddly, to them, it was somewhat liberating to speak this way. Ultimately even more ironically, they found themselves all lathered up and proceeded to have some great sex that very night.
They spoke again the next day, some excitement around them. They made a pact to allow this to happen, in principle, to follow these impulses and to take a chance. They admitted their love for one another, embraced and, holding tight, they gave the tacit approval to one another for an affair apiece. She asked if he wanted a report. He laughed and said, “Maybe”. Well, she did want one and she vowed not to go through with hers unless he promised to tell. He promised. And, lol, he told.
And so did she. They had each had wonderfully erotic experiences, especially enjoying the relaxation they experienced in a moral sense. They had less guilt and they could experience this physical loving in a more caring and less furtive fashion. When they returned to the relationship, their stories of real sex with other people enhanced their own sex lives hugely. They had never had so much sex and they were extremely happily in love.
I am unsure as to whether this example can fit much of anyone else’s but, to me, it illustrates what love and trust can mean in a diverse world. I use them as an example of examining our own expectations. Granted, they literally stumbled into this decision and, yes, they continue to see others. But they are tight as they can be. She still gets jealous, as does he, and I suspect they would have it no other way. Possessiveness is extremely arousing, actually and this tightrope is the one they walk. I know sex is something they have immense experience with now, and in many ways, including multiple partners at once. Yet they come back, willingly and thankful for a partner who allows each their exploratory senses some room.

On our site College Fuck Parties, we promote an interesting reality site. It’s called The College Fuck Tour and I’m sure many of you have heard of it already. Very nice concept, and well carried out too. The storyline is simple. Horny guys producing reality porn travel around college campuses, picking up unsuspecting sexy college coeds into their truck. They talk to the girls, and offer them money to take their clothes off, claiming this to be part of a college project of sorts, or some other lame excuse. The girls are greedy and soon enough, everyone’s naked at the back of the truck, happily sucking and fucking away for hours.
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Affairs…… there it is, the word.

Among the stresses inherent in relationships, the single most threatening concept held over every man and woman, ranking alongside money, taste, fitness, and children is the possibility that someone may find another person. That, the restlessness we all feel and seldom acknowledge, is our own cross to bear and to deal with in a disciplined and appropriate manner. In other words, the unbidden urges which we battle to repress.

I have no revolutionary input with which to solve this normal conundrum, other than to say I see any number of women I am most erotically moved by. The fact that I am not married any more does indeed make it easier. Alot easier. Yet, my “state of related” does not necessarily indicate a huge and plentiful supply of hot ladies at my doorstep. This ends up being a personal choice, on my part. Oh, Lord, I could use them….. daily….. but there have been times I would not. I have been twice married, so the situation is not odd to me in the slightest.

So what do we find when we ponder a possible affair? What are the implications and why? And what is an ideal approach?

First, answer this: “Do I want to have an affair?” If answered affirmatively, then I ask these questions next: Should it be secret or should I disclose fully my urge and my intent? (Perhaps a question revolving around what exactly an affair could accomplish would also make its appearance.)

These are cute and pertinent questions to which there are as many answers as people asking them. One would think that, on a sex site, I would advocate utter promiscuity. I definitely do not. However, one must face yet another question, in all this, which bears on a person’s responsibility to one’s self.

A lady says to herself: “Let me imagine myself on all fours in a room full of naked men, a situation I had arranged with a male friend. It is exactly what I fantasize about, this utter slutty behavior which takes place this night,. behind closed doors. I offer my lips and every fiber of my being to these gentlemen for this one moment in time, my fantasies ultimately fulfilled and myself now experiencing them in this midst of this oh so lusty adventure. The stripping before them all had been scripted, yet lost no sexy appeal whatsoever. As the men undid their trousers, I beheld them all, exposed to me and ready to use me as the object of their desire.”

Sound good? I could give the male equivalent of this as easily. The point, however, is this: “What importance do we assign our sexual fulfillment? Is sex in the way of the rest of our lives? An impediment which, as so many religious beliefs tell us, clog our sensibilities and deter our mission in life which is…… well, whatever it is. Probably, the propagation of the species. How sexy.

The utter passion we feel should inform us. It informs us that we want and need. How do we resolve these notions in relationships which do not provide them? This, my friends, is the quandary.

I speak with people all the time about this and it is a quiet and hidden dimension of stress in our lives. If there were an ideal scenario involving sex, it would allow one to do just that: Explore others as a road to sexual discovery. It can be a recreational as well as Ultimately satisfying experience. My contention is that sex is important. It is not only important for the expression of desirability and fulfillment of fantasy, an underrated aspect of our lives as we imagine ourselves among men and women of the world, but also it helps us feel desirable. What is larger? Not much, I think.

Women and men who “break out” and experience wild, kinky sex feel wanted, hugely. And alive. Especially when it is tasteful and approached maturely and with passion as well. No man or woman wants or needs to feel underwanted and this, I fear, is where the problem revolves.

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I figured I owe you a “first time” post too lol.

Ok, this won’t be exactly about the first time I ever masturbated. I can’t even recall that first time and I’m pretty sure I was pre-teen at the time. With pedos hanging all over the web, this is one scene I prefer not to share online.

But this is a first time masturbation story of sorts. It’s about when I moved on from simply rubbing myself against my teddy bear (wrapped in a towel, the poor thing was lol) or pushing my fingers against my pussy from outside my panties, to actually exploring myself.

It was during my university years (yes, that late) and I was reading a sombre sex guide that I found hidden somewhere in my mother’s wardrobe. They had detailed drawings of the female anatomy and a strong recommendation to do something that sounded quite fascinating. They suggested sitting with legs spread open in front of a mirror and masturbate, while looking at the various parts of the pussy and checking for sensations.

I was reminded of the episode, having just visited and reviewed a brand new adult paysite called Me and My Pussy. This site has lots of very pink galleries and videos, all depicting women exploring their own pussies and vaginas. It reminded me of that first time I masturbated with a mirror in front of me. Exploring sensations, checking ot see what happens when you rub, pinch, and even lightly spank various parts of your pussy. Learning what triggers pleasure and what is too intense to be comfortable.

I am an avid advocate of pussy exploration and learning what pleases yourself, if you’re a woman, or your partner, if you’re, well, a partner. So I found Me and My Pussy quite educational. Bearing in mind that this is porn, it still provides one with some ideas and references, or just watch it for fun…

By the way, this isn’t a proper site review of Me and My Pussy. We are currently working on putting site reviews into a proper searchable database for you, so site reviews will be coming soon.

I was chatting with Annette and we began speaking of “firsts”. Naturally, oral sex made the list and we exchanged experiences.

I can recall being at a drive-in with my girlfriend of the time, as a high school senior. While making out, her boobs in my hands, we had made those magical progressions. With a very bold placement, by myself, of her hand on my jeans, with my extremely hard cock underneath, she had responded nicely, squeezing as though for texture and just the fact that she had the first hard cock she had ever felt in her life in her hand. Needless to say, the moment was utterly electric for us both. Indeed, it was as hot as almost anything that ever followed, in its own way. It took both our breath away, and led to further intensifying our normal curiosities, to say nothing of the raw and naked lust. Simply breathtaking.

A month or so later, we had progressed to unzipping. This had first occurred on a rather long drive, to a hidden lake my parents had land beside. While I drove, she had gone to the cock again, as my hand slipped down the front of her sweater and I hoisted and kneaded her soft and gorgeous young boobs. Leaning across the bucket seats, she had unzipped me and run her hand inside. As always it was intensely erotic, insanely so. She would fondle my cock for the rest of the drive while i would maul her breasts, amidst the heaviest breathing. But she had not, as yet, put her lips to it. But this, as yet was our limit. We were closing in.

I had had a car accident where some moron in some huge car had broadsided me, coming home from one of these erotic evenings, ruining my little car and leaving me with a Big American Baby, a relatively monstrous Chevy of some name with no bucket seats, the ‘Living room on wheels” Americans are famous for producing. We had gone to the drive in where (who knows?) was playing, lol. We had also gotten into the back seat, for a change. As we pursued our heretofore normal pursuits, my unzipped fly was more open than usual. Not only that, but she had laid out on the seat and was entirely comfortable. As she began stroking my cock, her top completely undone and her breasts all mine, oh so willingly, she suddenly leaned down and engulfed my hard cock between her lips. She sat there a moment, with me inside her like that, and my cock pulsating like mad. She began sucking and moving her head, altho it was more like some natural movement than truly informed and practiced cocksucking. She must have stayed there for over and hour. We were both breathless and silent…….. it was too rich for words. In the end, i did not cum. That came, in memorable fashion which I shall write about next post, later. But this one was as hot as anything to this point and we each relished it beyond measure. Soft inexperienced lips, discovery, the softness yer hardness underneath of an erect cock, a Summer Night alone. It got no better than that.

She asked me to tell no one. I did, of course, my best friend. But he was discovering the same glories, 3 cars over. Amazing peer pressures, lmao. They were talking more than we.

I was in San Fransisco 3 weeks ago, visiting an old friend in Santa Cruz and then a relative in “The City”, as they refer to themselves in San Fransisco. The city has always been one of intimacy, somehow, for me. I was through there once while in the military and I had a most incredible sexual experience with a friend of a friend, as it were, and then another friend, soon after; females, in my case, of course. It prepared me for understanding this rather unique place.

In the late Sixties and early Seventies, San Fransisco had the most open imagineable sexual practices. Ladies and guys would list themselves in underground newspapers under categories such as: “Wanted: Oral Sex With Men”, or “Anal Loving Woman Available 5-7 PM Nights”. They would list phone numbers and addresses! And they would find these sevices, as well, needless to say.

It is interesting as hell inasmuch as it illustrates, like so many things San Fransisco has become famous for, what is possible. Imagine a world where you could indeed pursue your desires with other consenting adults, freely and without inhibition. These would be people who had reasoned out their risk taking, who, perhaps, consulted a spouse or even their diety. The question then becomes…..”OK, is a blow job (Clinton a great example) a good thing or bad?”
or: “My husband says anal sex is the Devil’s Work. He will not go there, yet I am plagued nightly by desires that interfere with my sleep and during the day, with my work, ever since I began feeling myself there.”
or: ” I so want to try two men. I’m single, attractive and God only knows I masterbate every single night about two, or even more, guys having their way with me. Should I?” (”And how?”)

Many among us have not grown sexually at all. I maintain we can. I also believe we should, at least in terms of releasing certain fantasies which induce us and which can even torment us. I advocate “sane sex”. While the riskiness of stepping out on a spouse may actually appeal in a certain “taboo” way, I also believe there should be thoughtfulness applied to it, with the “other” borne in mind. Desires to have a neighbor, a co-worker, sexually positioned as we want them are hot as hell. Yet, they may not be remotely possible without upsetting Life as we know it and possibly ruining relationships for eternity.

I believe, as well, however, that the urges that produce these lusts for these objects of our sexual attention, can be and should be entertained. A sort of “Dance With The Devil”, as it were. What then occurs, instead of repressing these fantasies, is that they are allowed expression and we entertain them closely. We develop strategies which reinforce the seriousness of our desires, because they are extremely real, aren’t they? Porn can provide an outlet for this, and has. Masterbation is not exactly a “poll category”, yet no one needs guess that an intense and plentiful number of us go there. Sexual Freedom has many facets, one among them our own satisfactions, private and safely personal.