Hello,
I know it’s been a long LONG time since I’ve written here. We’ve all been through a lot. A pandemic, a change in politics and culture, but some things never change. Case in point, I’m still a cuckold. Please, please, PLEASE do NOT DM me that you’re ‘sorry’ for me or that you think I’m ‘crazy’. I’m not mad, I’m not upset, and the hot-wife/cuckold lifestyle is something both myself and my wife are into and happy with. My wife likes the attention and sex, and I like that awkward jealous, nervous arousal I get from it all.
My wife is NOT going to leave me. You don’t have to DM me that either. This is PART of our sex-life.
That said Bill, my asshole ***** buddy, is STILL very much nuts about my wife and what’s between her legs. The problem is that he’s TOO intense, gets too *****, and we’re pretty sure he’s trying to get her pregnant (with his mother’s help). Dumbass has been caught by us putting holes in condoms and things of that nature. Little does he know my wife has been on birth control since I wrote the last update.
Bill simply gets too *****, and then no matter who he is with, whatever girlfriend he has, he wants to fuck my wife when he’s *****. Hillary REVELS in that actually. She loves how she’s got him upside down far more than the Upton look alike (yes, Bill’s former girlfriend looked like Kate Upton) or my ex-fiancée (whose quite attractive in her own right). She loves when Bill says no one has ever given him “head” (see a blowjob) like her or fucked him like her.
I don’t blame him.
My wife has a magic vagina. She calls it a ‘unicorn’ between her legs. It’s always wet, swollen and tight. She’s still rather young actually. Pushing thirty. She cums vaginally and NOT from clitoral stimulation. That is not a lie. Finger her for a few minutes and that wet pussy will cum all over you. Stick your cock in that pussy for a few minutes and you’re the one cumming. And from the start she knew how to fuck and ride a cock.
And I’m not even talking about her blowjobs.
Any man who’s ever been with my wife has lost his mind. Right from the beginning of her sex life. She waited a long time to lose her virginity. Many men wanted it. But my wife had her eyes on ONE man. Her ‘hot’ high-school teacher all the girls fantasized about marrying. A man with kids and a wife who was in his thirties. And one thing about my wife…she will not be denied.
When she was eighteen, she graduated from high-school. She had the decency not to fuck with the guy’s job I guess, the whole ‘duty of care’ thing. However, she didn’t wait very long. Literally, in her graduation gown (again she’s eighteen remember) she found herself in the hot teacher’s classroom with her friends taking pictures. Three girls doing selfies with that teacher in his chair. I guess Hillary found herself on his lap during these pictures. While her two friends danced around taking pics and celebrating my wife stayed in his lap. Her big ass RIGHT on his crotch. She said she felt “soooo bad” for him, since she felt his cock literally get hard in her ass crack. Right there in the school. Again, she’s eighteen and no longer his student. She said each time she moved in his lap (which she made sure she did A LOT) he groaned in stimulated pain.
Her friends asked if the ‘hot teacher’ was “coming to the party tonight”.
My future wife, ever the tease, turned from her friends and in a sultry tone and with a seductive face they couldn’t see she asked. “Are you gonna cum?” She squeezed her ass on his bulge and she told me he had this look…as if to say ‘stop…please stop….but don’t.’
But she did stop. She picked up his phone and took a selfie with him, and as her friends talked she casually entered her number in his cell phone and then sent herself a ‘test’ text. She said she uttered, “I don’t think he’s cumming tonight but…maybe later.” She looked back and smiled at the thirty something married teacher who looked utterly lost.
Her friends had no idea then, and they still don’t, but a night later, one day after graduation, Hillary was in the marital bed of the hot teacher. She lost her virginity that night in his house. She said her very first position was ‘reverse’ cowgirl so he could see her tight eighteen year old muscular ass (she played sports) sliding up and down on his cock.
I asked what he did with his wife and kids, and my wife shrugged. “He sent them away so he could fuck me.”
And not only that, but that teacher LOST his mind. I’ve seen the texts. He was ready to leave his wife and kids and date her. I asked what she thought of that, and my wife told me, “I was eighteen and wanted to get laid…this guy LOST it.”
I’ve read the texts, the poor guy talks about how it was the best sex of his life and he wasn’t sure sex could feel that way. Hillary did sleep with him a few more times. But she had plans. She was going to join the military.
A week after meeting her recruiter, she was screwing him in his marital bed. THAT guy actually DID leave his wife for Hillary, but their relationship didn’t last.
Hillary moved on to her older neighbor who left HIS girlfriend. LOST his mind
Then a nineteen year old Hillary found a thirty something year old with a decent job and good house and well….that’s ME. I never planned on much with her, but when we had sex…I…uh…lost my mind.
She has that effect. So I don’t blame Bill. Everyone she fucks LOSES it.
And that brings me to my next point, we have TRIED to get Bill out of our lives, at least when it comes to sex. We have tried to use other people. We have. If you recall we have two people in Florida. A young punk and an older sort of rich guy.
We like Florida because it’s far enough away, and we like Orlando because of the resorts and parks. We go usually sometime between September and November and then sometime between January and March for a week and stay at the same resort.
Both of those guys were obsessed with my wife since October of 2019. We’ve been down there four times since…yes FOUR times.
I’m going to talk about our trip back down in October of 2020, however, two things. First, COVID ruined a LOT of the fun. Masked up cuckolding sucks and I’m not going to go into it too much. Yes, social distancing, and yes limited capacity and some places were closed, and some didn’t allow drinking indoors and some places made it so you HAD to buy food. It was all nuts.
So, I think I last updated in April of 20202, when the Pandemic was nuts. Nothing was open for months. This gave Bill the PERFECT time to fuck my wife when he wanted. That meant he had to make a trip to OUR city or we’d have to be in my hometown. A long commute (several hours) but Bill was MORE than eager.
When we found out about him getting too pushy and wanting more and more, and sort of losing his mind, we sort of tried to distance ourselves, but we both very much liked the lifestyle. My wife liked to be ‘hot-wifed’ and I liked to be cuckolded. So since we’d sort of become addicted, but our main “bull” so to speak was more addicted to my wife’s pussy than crack, we too were losing our minds for an alternative.
Finally, yes, FINALLY, that opportunity presented itself in the elderly man named Jarrod. He was in his mid-fifties (we think 53 at the time) who Hillary sucked off while I was at the lazy river at our resort in 2019, the year prior. Like I’ve said, he’s something of a sugar-daddy to Hillary.
It started with pics of her ass, and then her tits. They communicated via KIK of all things and snapchat, and secretly Facebook. My wife LOVES that this married man is obsessed with her. She admittedly likes older men (daddy issues?). He has gray hair and is sort of handsome I guess. What I could glean from their messages was that the older man was smitten with the “twenty three year old hellcat that seduced him and sucked his cock like a hellcat.”
He calls Hillary his ‘hellcat’. She was NOT twenty three then, but certainly looked it. At that point she was twenty-seven going on twenty-eight. “I may have lied about my age,” Hillary told me laughing. Somewhere along the line Jarrod started paying for her phone and some of her shoes and clothes (dresses and heels that she’d model for him).
Yes, my wife had an online boyfriend, unless you thought of it as a sort of personal ‘cam-girl’ deal. They would masturbate together during periods I was away or we had to quarantine away. I legit walked in on her in the larger tub we have forgetting to lock the door, she had her legs on the sides of the tub and one hand on her pussy, in her other hand was her cellphone. The older man was literally stroking his prick.
My wife saw me standing, gawking and staring. “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!” She shouted. She can be mean. Make no mistake. It’s kind of hot.
He was BEGGING to meet her all that summer, but COVID, the climate of the culture and every little thing seemed to get in the way. He offered a trip for her fully paid to Disney. NOT for me. He still wasn’t sure how I fit into this. I’m not sure that guy understands cuckolding, but Hillary tried to explain. He told her that I must be nuts to share such a hot young ‘philly’.
So a business trip for Jarrod to Washington DC in September of 2020 presented an opportunity. He offered to pay for her train ride (first class) to stay for a few nights and days. We were apprehensive but were planning on going to Disney once again in October. We agreed this would be a trial run. Hotels in DC had recently reopened. Bars were in a weird space and we’d manage that when we went.
Here is the thing, the fucking guy, this rich fucking guy sent my wife a CREDIT CARD. He set up a fake business for her. HCH consulting LLC. Aka….Hellcat Hillary. He did it as a tax-right off for his business. Hillary was on his books as a ‘stress management consultant.’ No shit. She didn’t have to worry about anything (and nothing has happened since she got that card).
Here is the thing. We VETTED Jarrod through social media. A ****** man, a business man, well off, rich, but apparently normal. So please DO NOT DM me about fucking my wife, because we will VET every post you ever put online. We have done this thing on these sites before where we invited people and it’s always an incel wackjob or stalker claiming to be a Bull. You’re not a Bull if you don’t have sex people.
Jarrod seemed clean. So we got COVID tests, and she shared hers with him and vice versa. We boarded a train nervously for the first time. Both of us in masks. My wife and her pretty young face sadly covered by a mask. Her ass covered by shiny black yoga pants and her tits in a tight black yoga top. On the train she pulled the top over her cleavage, but she said she’d pull the ‘girls’ out when she got to the hotel room.
Here is the thing, we were going on two separate trips in reality. I was not going with Hillary. Jarrod at this point knew my stance, but did not invite me, and Hillary WOULD not use that card for me. She sat in first/business class by herself because she bought two seats (Jarrod insisted). I sat WAY in the back on the train with some fat smelly guy around me. Two masks by the way.
We couldn’t even sit in the lounge area for drinks because it was closed. I got some drinks. Hillary GOT wrecked on her (probably illegal) corporate card. This was all part of her plan.
I was just back up. I was staying at the Hilton near the National Mall. Hillary was going to the Mandarin Oriental, a five star hotel to stay with Jarrod on his business trip. I recall getting texts on the train from Hillary.
“You know you’re not getting laid right? For like a week?” She added with laughing emojis. She said “I’m Jarrod’s until Sunday dude.” She added. “You’re my bestie back-up if shit goes south. LOL!” Which is what I was. I was to be at the hotel within ‘running distance’ if things got weird with…well…a stranger who was trying to fuck my wife.
Hillary had NO plans to even meet with me from Tuesday night until Sunday morning. And right from the moment I got on the train, that arrangement started. I had to get on several trains to make it to my hotel. I couldn’t afford a hotel, a train and cabs. Hillary, on the other hand fucking CHARGED a cab (or Uber maybe?) on the card.
I wasn’t going to see her for about two days. We texted, yes.
I’m going to try and tell a narrative from HER point of view. Sort of. She told me EXACTLY what happened.
While I was in the back with a guy who microwaved his fish somewhere, she was up in business class (or maybe down…I don’t know). She was nervous about everything and trying to get wasted to get past that feeling of the unknown. So she drank White Claws and shots of Vodka. She bought a sandwich and some chips to eat. When we got off, she texted me to ‘wish her luck’ and got into a taxi (or maybe and Uber).
She was messaging Jarrod that they needed to ‘fuck’ to break the ice. Just ‘get it out of the way’. Hillary got to the hotel, and made her way to the pretty ornate elevators. She said the hotel was definitely five-star. She felt out of place with people in suits (and masks…ugh….distancing…remember).
She said she got in the elevator and pulled up her black yoga pants to make her ass ‘pop’ and then pulled her top down so her cleavage was just right. She adjusted her make-up after taking the mask off and made her way to the room. She was *****, real *****. She knocked on the right room and Jarrod answered wearing a nice shirt and slacks, and Hillary said he looked handsome. She just hugged him after a quick ‘hello’ and then the pair began to make-out. He pulled her inside and the two were going at it. He pulled her top down and sucked on her tits, remarking how he’d ‘dreamed’ about all this. She lead him to the couch in the living room (the suite was HUGE) and sat him down.
My wife pulled off her older lovers slacks, pulled them down with his pants and grab his dick while she kissed him. He had shaved, which surprised her. She kind of liked the gray and white pubes. My wife said she turned away from him, pulled her yoga pants and panties down, and gave him a view of her ass and pussy. She brought his hand up to her pussy to show how hot and wet it was. She then did what she does to everyman, and grabbed his cock, and sat on his dick facing away, so he could see her big ass sliding up and down.
When I asked how long it lasted, she laughed and said “Maybe two minutes,” she remarked. “Great sex doesn’t last long.” The old fuck apparently pulled her head back and turned to kiss her as she rode him. She moaned and he groaned and she felt him cum inside her. No mistaking that hot sensation of cum fulling you, she says.
Jarrod must have been embarrassed or nervous because he asked, “Did you cum?”
My wife held up two fingers. “Twice. All over your dick.” She smiled.
Ice…officially….broken.
She swears she left her rolling luggage bag in the hallway outside the room. They were fucking that quickly. Hillary went piss, came back and they chatted with no awkwardness. He got them an amazing and EXPENSIVE top floor suite facing the water. No deck, he apologized. But they had a living room, a huge bedroom and a huge bathroom with a big tub and walk-in shower with a TV in the bathroom. Huge bed, huge TVS in every room, a full wet bar. He’d ordered expensive wine (well, she doesn’t know but the guy usually splurges).
They got wasted even more and Hillary sort of passed out in the tub. She thinks that was for the best as he came a pretty good amount. He was already saying it was the ‘best sex’ of his life.
Hillary woke up with a headache when the sun came up. She was in panties and nothing else. My wife reached over and being a good little slut, she grabbed his dick and got under the covers and sucked him awake. Without even a word, she got on top and again went reverse cowgirl to allow him a view of her ass. Hillary said Jarrod kept saying “you’re so amazing…so amazing.” She didn’t let him cum.
They showered together, since Jarrod had a big meeting that day. She washed him and jerked his cock. They kissed and he soaped up her tits and her thighs and ass. She helped him get into his suit, even helping in the mirror with a tie and cuff-links. He was complaining about his boner, and how he’d never concentrate.
Right before he left, she got on her knees, in a white robe, with her tits showing, opened his suit pants and pulled his dick out. She said she made eye-contact and then sucked his cock slowly. She said he didn’t last long and was whining almost. She tells me she can’t keep her eyes open for some reason when a guy cums and hasn’t met a girl who could. So she closed her eyes and began sucking/eating/swallowing/slurping or whatever you want to call it, moaning as she did. When he was done, she pulled off, opened her eyes and said, “That’s how you start a day with a smile.”
He told her no matter what, he was relaxed and everything was going to be ‘down-hill’ from there.
She told me this days later by the way. I didn’t see her until Friday. Apparently she got bored during the days. I met her at the National Hall or whatever, the museums had staggered openings and space at that point (not all). The monuments were open. We walked around (drinking out of cups secretly and getting *****) and she explained they had sex in the mornings and at night. Mainly staying in the room and getting room service. Occasionally going for late walks. She couldn’t leave the hotel room until ten. She went to the gym and the pool, and the Spa he got her massages. But she had to be back in the room by four.
I thought, with such a strong will as she has she’d be pissed. But she wasn’t. When I asked if she was mad, she laughed. “I’m his sexy young side-piece….obviously he’s hiding me….we’re having an affair.” Hillary LOVED it. She was ecstatic about being his slutty little mistress. She even was Facebook stalking his wife and commenting how ‘ugly’ she was. It was clear, once again, she had feelings despite saying it was all fun. I guess it’s hard not to when you have sex with someone.
We had some lunch and Hillary invited me up to see the suite. We made our way to the hotel and Hillary stopped me before putting the key card to the door. “You’re not getting laid dude,” my wife told me. “Get that shit out of your head.” She then fist bumped me and called me her ‘bestie’.
Jarrod was in his final meeting. Hillary was REALLY REALLY giddy, since Jarrod’s other co-workers/employees were all pretty much leaving. That meant that for the first time, Jarrod was going to take Hillary out to dinner. So she was going to take a shower and do her hair and makeup. I recall going up and being really impressed. What struck me more was the clothes in the corner of the bedroom. I got so nervous and jealous seeing her panties and yoga pants on top of his slacks and mixed in with his own workout clothes. She admitted she did two workouts, one when he was at work, and the other when he got back. She did her cardio in the day and upper body. Jarrod really enjoyed her nightly ‘squat workouts’ and liked to view her from behind. If someone he knew came in, they’d act like they didn’t know each other.
Jarrod apparently told Hillary that some of his coworkers, ahem…all men, were commenting about the young girl who did squats in the black yoga pants in the gym. If they were loyal and close to Jarrod he let them in on a secret…he was fucking that girl. Hillary helped by providing a little proof during the days, of pics of her ass and cleavage. Jarrod PROMISED he didn’t show nudes. Yeah, right. And sure enough this added to Jarrod’s popularity.
I sat drinking from the mini-bar, which Hillary said was fine. She took a shower, and came out. She had a towel and a robe on and was straightening her hair. She wouldn’t even let me see her naked. I was so hard then it hurt. My eyes kept wandering to her panties in that pile.
My wife sighed, annoyed and said. “Just take them dude.” She remarked. “Just do it already. Sniff em…fuck em…just don’t kill my vibe.” She sighed again and sat down on the bed. I watched her straighten her hair, thicken her eye-brows, put on makeup and lipstick, and then she went into the bathroom. She came out in her black mini-dress with the frilly top that covered her cleavage (not really). She then put on her wedge heels and stood in front of me. “How do I look?”
She looked stunning and I told her so.
She then grabbed her used workout panties handed them to me and pulled on my arm. She all but threw me out. “Later dude…have fun with those.” She called to me and pushed me into the hall. Then she was gone and I wouldn’t see her until she came home Sunday, on a different train then me.
If you think she’s being a bitch, well, she is, but on purpose. She’s torturing me. Teasing me by showing me how she did herself up for her lover. Basically saying “I look hot, but I’m not for you…too hot for you.” Which I love.
She shared pics that night of her in that black dress, Jarrod was smart enough NOT to be in them. He took her to a nice rooftop bar somewhere. I masturbated constantly that night. For the next two nights she wasn’t Jarrod’s secret shame, she was his trophy. I’d see plenty of pics of them walking the National Mall (some with him).
When she got home she told me everything, and about how that night in the dress ended with passionate sex on that couch again. Then the next night they sat in the tub all night. In the last morning they had sex again. Hillary said they kissed and kissed goodbye not wanting it to end. She was sticking it to me then.
That Sunday I fucked my wife hard and intensely. Passionately and aggressively. She loved it.
From that day forward, my wife got her car paid, phone paid and clothing allowance from Jarrod. Still to this day. Hell-Cat Hillary’s Stress Management Consulting firm is paid well.
So Orlando in October of 2020 was a go. Even if it wasn’t going to be the same. Horror Night was cancelled. Masks or not? We still were confused. You could take them off when you sat as if that stopped COVID.
Honestly, Jarrod was pissed. His ****** was going to the resort as well. He wasn’t going to get to see her. But Hillary promised she’d ‘make time’.
We got down there, and I’m not going through the COVID nonsense, but we GOT down there mid-October. We requested the SAME suite. We luckily got the same one.
Here is the thing, Jarrod is an owner at this resort. Further, he was sort of pissed that we were coming down when he was with his ****** there. It wasn’t intended. It wasn’t. We had this planned WAY in advance and actually had to cancel and change due to COVID.
We got down there and it was definitely unique. Sort of a ghost town and a lot of restrictions, but luckily our favorite bar was open with limited capacity and you couldn’t wait at the bar. You could sit and stand, to be honest, as no one seemed to be observing rules the rest of the country observed.
The first day we got there we went to the pool. Hillary was texting (messaging really) Jarrod our status and he was insisting she NOT come. She had a plan. We were going to park our car at the front end and leave it ready to go (our suite was a mile away from the pool area). Jarrod still insisted we NOT come. His kids were there, and they were with friends. His wife was there as well.
We went anyways, and it was like 11AM. Hillary and I were already kind of ***** off VERY expensive drinks we bought AT the resort. A big no no. She was on a mission. We made our way to the bar, Hillary in her black wrap around bikini and her wedge heels, hair all fixed up, full makeup, the whole works. And all we were doing was ‘lounging’. Yet, we made a b-line to the bar and who was sitting there, Jarrod and his wife.
The moment she saw him was awkward. Jarrod acknowledged ME of all people and said he recalled me from the previous year. He shook my hand and re-introduced me to his wife, “You remember,” he stopped not knowing my name. He should by now. I told him and he continued, “yeah and his lovely wife Hillary.” He still had the calmness I recalled. He sure as SHIT recalled Hillary’s name and that was not lost on his wife who crossed her arms and stared daggers as Hillary hugged Jarrod and then her after Jarrod shook my hand.
“Told you we’d be back,” I said trying to smooth it over. I was ***** and nervous, but we sat on the other end of the bar to distance and talk somewhat. Jarrod spoke with me, asking about my job and life and I reciprocated. While he talked, his eyes wandered to my wife’s ample cleavage (I have a pic in my profile to show you that bikini). I ordered her a bucket which contains a fuckton of alcohol, and then ordered a beer.
Jarrod asked how my wife was and what she does. “You used to be a nurse right?”
Hillary had NEVER told him this last year an obvious mistake. “I actually do stress management consulting,” Hillary took a shot at him and sipped her drink. I swear he almost swallowed the bottle.
“What does that entail,” his wife chuckled in disbelief.
Hillary shrugged. “Its difficult to explain but it pays well.” The tension between Jarrod’s wife and my wife was palpable. I mean, Jarrod, for all his ‘don’t come’ nonsense couldn’t stop staring at my wife. Hillary sipped her drink and looked at her phone quietly, while Jarrod and I caught up on work, COVID, the weather, sports and whatever else.
When my wife got up to use the bathroom, Jarrod stupidly followed her ass with his eyes. It didn’t help my wife had her wedges on. Made her ass ‘pop’. She always said a girl who wears heels and a bikini is looking to get fucked. His wife grumbled, “Are you serious that girl is HALF your age Jarrod.” She seemed annoyed. She seemed *****.
My wife remarked, “I’m going to lay out by the pool.” She stood up and all but SAUNTERED out the open bar area waving her ass on purpose. Jarrod’s eyes kept following. Five minutes later, he broke off his conversation with me and excused himself.
“I’m going to find the kids,” he chimed.
His wife rolled her eyes and sipped her mixed drink. “I’ll bet you are.”
Jarrod at LEAST went the opposite direction of my wife. I’ll give him that credit.
That was part of the plan. I was part of the plan. I knew my part. Distraction. Which I did and offered his wife a drink. I was repeatedly told by Hillary that she is NOT into swinging and I will NOT get laid. So just do my part.
She accepted but we didn’t really chat. After ten minutes she remarked. “You know he’s probably found a spot to stare at your wife’s ass don’t you?” She then went into a diatribe about how he thinks he’s thirty and can score with young chicks. “I kid of course, I trust him”. But she continued her rant about how he’s always flirting with some young girl. “It’s harmless,” she said but annoying. “A young girl like your wife wouldn’t give my husband the time of day without his money.” She laughed.
Well, she was giving him WAY more than the time of day and he was sort of staring at her ass…sort of.
I would hear how the plan was executed perfectly. A reluctant Jarrod met my waiting wife at the car. He got in and drove it, the keys were in the car. He was complaining about her coming down there and ‘ruining everything’ and shit like that.
My wife grabbed his chin, told him to ‘shut up’ and kissed him. She said he sure as shit stopped complaining when she put her hand on his crotch. He just groaned. They drove kissing and driving sloppily around the corner to our suite.
They made it inside, and right in the front hall, Jarrod showed my wife some dominance and anger when he bent her over, smacked her ass, and pulled down her bikini bottoms. My wife LOVES that. She said he kept spanking her calling her a ‘bad little slut’ and she was pretty much cumming before he even entered her. From the spanking alone. My wife cums VERY easily. I told you. She said when he slid it in her she held on to the wall and just screamed “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH FUCK!” She claims she shouted. “FUCK YOUR NAUGHTY SLUT!” Again, as she says great sex doesn’t last long. She came all over his dick and was dripping down her leg, and then he came inside her.
When they were done, Jarrod returned to being sort of angry. The car ride back was telling her not to fuck with his ******. Hillary insisted it wasn’t intentional and we had planned this WAY in advance. I guess Jarrod said she was ‘pissing him off’.
“You looked REAL pissed a minute ago,” she laughed. My wife, ever the trouble maker remarked. “What if you got me pregnant?” She turned to him as he drove back. “Wouldn’t that be crazy?”
Jarrod slammed the breaks. “You better be on fucking BIRTH control.”
Hillary insisted she was. When they got back to the bar and pool area she got out and walked away stating, “do you have to take birth control like…everyday….I mean…like EVERYDAY! Cause I don’t like do that.”
She left him utterly floored. She was fucking with him, and I would watch her message him all day telling him she was fucking with him.
Either way, Jarrod made it back to the bar in about fifteen minutes give or take. Not even twenty minutes had passed. He bought me a round. If he had just been upset (according to my wife later) he didn’t seem it to me. He seemed on cloud nine. Even hugged and kissed his own wife.
“Did you find the kids?” His wife asked.
Jarrod shrugged and shook his head but his wife wasn’t buying it. She stated, “Did you even look?” He nodded. “I’ll bet you did.” She grumbled, “Probably followed his wife and ogled her butt is what you did.” His wife remarked looking at her phone. “I doubt you’d find them up that young girl’s ass Jarrod.”
My wife came back five minutes after on her phone. Jarrod offered her another ‘bucket’, and she acted like an oblivious twit. She texted me to ‘look between her legs’ as she sat on the stool. I did and was shocked to see white fucking sticky substance oozing through. Jarrod’s cum. Her legs were wide open and pointed at Jarrod’s wife, and the stain was growing. Hillary loved it.
I watched her message Jarrod. She had made a plan to fuck with him hard while his wife was right there. She showed me as she messaged him privately on Facebook. To be honest, they were sloppy on hiding their contacts. They were friends on Facebook, and Jarrod followed her on Instagram. Further, she had him on Snapchat as a friend. Maybe it’s his wife who is oblivious.
“I want to suck your cock at the bar !! ” She messaged.
Jarrod’s wife was now into her own phone. His phone buzzed almost immediately after Hillary typed. He picked it up and read his phone. I could see the visible stress on his face. Jarrod had a problem with Hillary’s openness. In DC, she got ***** when they went to the dinner and put her hand down his pants. I saw the messaging battle they had when she returned from DC.
I saw her message after he told her she needed to calm down. She wrote him, “So sorry you’re twenty seven year old loves your cock so much that she wants to play with it all the time. Tough life you got
Hillary had a way of sticking it to every guy, from me and Bill, and now to Jarrod.
She kept messaging and showing me. “Does your wife even know the girl you’re fucking is like 5 feet from her.”
Jarrod was audibly sighing in annoyance as he had to pick up the phone with each message. It buzzed on the table in front of him. She messaged him a bunch about sucking his dick with her right there. His phone buzzed as she typed. His wife sipped her drink and asked who was texting him. “No one.” Jarrod responded. “It’s not important.”
This caused a seemingly playfully annoyed Hillary to gasp silently with an open mouth not five feet from them. She began to message him again. I saw her send a video with “Dis you?” as the message. She showed me and pressed play. She didn’t even cut the sound. I’d seen the video dozens of times. They’d practically made it for me. Sort of. Jarrod is sitting on a couch. You can see his crotch. Suddenly my wife’s face comes into view and Jarrod’s dick is pulled from his pants. In her sexy black glasses she begins sucking his cock. Jarrod is audibly moaning as she sucks his cock. He pans down her body to sneak in shots of her ass. She stands up and they debate why he’s filming her ass. There is some WEIRD movie they’re watching in the background. For me, it’s like the Zapruder film. My wife making a porno of her sucking an old man’s cock. Its 32 seconds and I’ve watched it over 400 times. Probably.
It’s pretty amazing. The thumbnail makes it look harmless. Like a home video of something completely benign. Jarrod’s sweatpants are on. There is a Budweiser and a mango Natural Light seltzer on the table. And something on the bottom part of the table I can’t make out. Hit ‘play’ and within one second, literally one second my wife has his cock out and in her mouth. I’ve timed it. Lightning fast.
We have debated WHY Jarrod filmed her ass. I said he did that to ‘show her off’ to me. Hillary laughed. She told me he didn’t film that for me at all. “It’s a recruitment video.” She explained. Hillary firmly believes Jarrod shows that video to clients or investors or whatever as if to say, ‘get on board with me and get your dick sucked by hot girls.’ She might be right.
She legit played it with sound on. Jarrod’s clear voice talking and the sound of dick sucking. Then my wife’s voice. The normal din of the bar must have blocked most of it out. But I heard it. Jarrod was watching TV and his wife still clicked on her phone. An oblivious world we live in.
I’m not sure Jarrod was prepared either. He finally picked up his phone clearly annoyed. He stupidly hit play with the phone facing his wife. I’ve never seen a man slam a phone down so hard. My wife laughed. His wife paid no attention. Had she lifted her eyes from her own phone for a mere millisecond she would have seen Jarrod getting his cock sucked. Confirming a growing rumor that Hillary told me Jarrod had mentioned. A rumor that Jarrod was having an affair with a younger woman. That young girl was now less than five feet from his wife.
My wife messaged him, “You’re no fun. Boo. .”
He finally picked the phone up to respond. “STOP!” In all caps. He slammed it down again.
Hillary finally left him alone and we all kind of sat quietly on the phone sipping our drinks. I’d gotten into drinking Hillary’s THIRD bucket with her. Just a mess of alcohol in those things. Hillary eventually couldn’t leave well enough alone. She opened her legs wide, she had her hands on the seat cushion in front of her. Her sort of cameltoe was showing in that bikini, as well as a white fucking stain. My wife picked her phone up and messaged Jarrod. “Can you look between my legs please….just do me a favor.”
Jarrod eventually grabbed his phone and looked at the message. He then almost instinctively glanced at my wife’s crotch in that open legged stance. He seemed confused as he stared. My wife messaged him as he did. “That’s your cum stud.” When he looked at that message a wide grin cut across his face. The pride of a man who’d fucked a young hot girl, and the evidence laid bare. It was shit ass grin and his demeanor changed. He offered us another bucket. Which we accepted.
Jarrod’s wife stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Hillary got up and followed.
She stopped behind Jarrod. There is a hallway that separates the bar, restaurant and other parts of the hotel that leads to the bathroom. When Jarrod’s wife entered the hallway and shut the door, Hillary remarked to Jarrod. “I’m going to go sit in the bathroom and piss out your cum in the stall next to your wife.” She said rubbing his back.
At this moment I was sort of petrified. I was alone with Jarrod, who was fucking my wife. The older man wasn’t intimidating but I wasn’t EXACTLY sure what he thought of me or what he thought of me being well…a willing cuckold.
But there was no awkwardness thanks to the gray haired older man. “That one’s a handful isn’t she.” He shook his head with a wistful smile. “That little wife of yours is like a bad drug habit.” He added. “You know you shouldn’t, but you just can’t stop.” He sighed. “I don’t know if it’s her ass or them tits,” he continued in his slight southern accent. I wasn’t sure where he was from but it wasn’t Florida, I don’t think.
“Both,” I chimed in and we actually both laughed. “She’s pretty too.” I added chuckling.
“Right,” Jarrod nodded. “Got that young face.” He shook his head. “This bitch…she gets under your skin and in your head until you ain’t thinking of nothing but her.” He looked right at me. “Has anyone ever said no to her?” He asked and his phone chimed and buzzed.
“Nope.” I answered in the most honest answer I’d ever given. No guy had EVER said no to my wife. If she wants you….you’re hers. He actually cheers’d me with his beer. The man who fucks my wife toasting her with me.
“She’s gonna shave a decade off my life,” he laughed and showed me his phone.
My wife had messaged him. “Come fuck me while your wife shits. ! She’s taking a dump I swear! !!”
Despite this message, his wife came out of the hallway about thirty seconds later. Jarrod got up and went towards the hall. I saw my wife coming out. As Jarrod passed her my wife literally reached down and grabbed his package and rolled it around. I was shocked and a little scared when Jarrod forcefully grabbed her arm, pulled her into the hallway and shut the door. His wife was back on her phone. Jarrod glanced over to make sure and then he grabbed the back of my wife’s head….and he kissed her. I mean, they were sucking face right behind his wife about twenty feet. I lost them when they moved to the left of the door towards the bathroom doors.
Suddenly, I heard a loud SMACK almost like someone hitting a slab of meat. If you know that sound. I heard a ‘yelp’. It was loud enough to cause several people to look around. Even his wife. With no answer as to what caused the noise, the bar went back to normal.
My wife had a look of shock, awe, and amazement. She grabbed my arm and her bucket. I picked up her phone and purse. She seemed eager to leave. We made our way out of the deck and down the alley of sunbathing chairs outside the long lazy river. “He spanked me.” She finally blurted out. She pushed her ass up and I could see the red welt on it.
“Did it hurt,” I asked nervously. “Should we tell someone?” I didn’t want her to get hurt. We have a safe ‘question and answer’ if these things get out of hand. We always seem to use them when we meet people from sights like these.
She looked like a deer in headlights. “It hurt like hell.” She said. But she was also smiling. “I fucking loved it…I’m so wet right now.”
We’re a weird couple.
My horny wife took me back to our suite, and we were kissing. My wife was putting my hand on her crotch, but his cum was still there. I don’t really play that way. I’m not into other guys cum. I’m not. We made it to the bathroom, and my wife pulled off her bikini bottom and got into the tub. She began massaging her pussy. “You’re such a baby,” she reminded me when I refused to play with her fucked pussy. His cum still leaked from her pussy into the tub. But she was already close, and she dipped fingers into her pussy. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned and I watched her cum on her fingers, causing more cum to come out. My now self-satisfied wife all but writhed in the tub. I didn’t even get in the tub as Jarrod’s cum swirled around her. “You’re such a wimp.” She said and picked up a gob of it from her fingers and licked it off. “It’s just cum…my stuff is on there too.” She then laughed. “You eat cum…and sit in it. You can’t just join me?”
“I don’t eat cum!” I sternly spoke. It’s something I did NOT do. I wasn’t one of those guys who likes the humiliation videos where the wife/girlfriend/ hot girl makes their man eat cum or instructs them to do so. “CE” I believe the videos are called. My wife and I had both now dove into the cuckold realm.
My wife laughed. We’d had this debate before. “You think you’re SO much better than those guys in those films.” She told me flopping over in the water. “You’re not…you’re a CE cuckold just like them.”
I insisted she was wrong. She let out the water and cleaned her vagina the best she could. I got in with her finally, my hard-on was almost tingling from need. She laid her back upon it and we relaxed in the tub. Well, I didn’t relax, as I was hard as a diamond. She was laughing and I asked why. “We landed at like 8AM hon,” she told me. “We been her for four hours and I already got laid,” she added and moved off me and got on her hands and knees facing away, showing me her big ass and her dark pussy lips up close. “You…” she joked. “I don’t know if you’re getting laid.” She then sat down and turned around. This tub is actually a hot-tub and it’s huge. One of the MAIN reasons we got the timeshare at this place. We could LIVE in that tub. She put her legs on the sides of mine, facing me. It is big enough where we can legit both sit up like this facing each other. She grabbed my dick and began rubbing it with her wet hands. “I don’t know if this thing goes in my pussy at all.” She laughed. “I don’t even think I’ll have time to fit you in.” She began stroking me harder now. I leaned back as she teased. “What is our itinerary today?”
“Dinner with [Redneck’s unique name…so redacted] at Raglans.” I added looking up at the ceiling loving the stimulation.
“You’re not even my husband down here are you?” She taunted and grabbed some soap with her left hand. She squeezed some body gel from my travel pack on my cock. She began pumping me HARD then. “You’re just my itinerary boy aren’t you?” She said in a sultry tone. “Just helping me get laid like a good cucked lil bitch.” She had me so close I could feel it. “Say it!” She demanded pumping my prick. The fact that my dick was facing towards my own body and face was lost on me. I was in heaven looking up at the ceiling waiting for that ultimate release.
“I’m just the itinerary boy.” I all but shouted, and my cock exploded. It was a magnitude seven on the orgasm scale, and I was leaning back against the back of the tub. The TV above my head. I felt the cum hit my face and some went over my shoulder. My mouth was open and some inevitably got in splashing down onto my tongue. It was a pretty common occurrence now so I didn’t even flinch anymore. My cuckold orgasms were like fire-hydrants, especially after all I’d already seen. I let myself get lost in the intense orgasm as more shots hit my chest and chin. My wife kept pumping. When I was done I began breathing heavy.
With my dick still in her hand, Hillary pointed a finger on her other hand at my face. “You legit just ate your own shit,” she told me. “You’re not better than the ‘CE’ guys. You do that shit ALL the time. You legit facial yourself and eat your own shit. ALL THE TIME!” She waved her hand to accentuate her point. She then handed me a towel. “Its fine…but you’re a CE loser just like those guys so don’t get it sideways.” She helped me clean and laid on-top of me. “My little cum eater.” She joked. “It’s not THAT bad.” We took a nap in the tub.
I don’t think I’m into CE just to be clear. Some just gets in my mouth.
We got woken up around 4PM by Hillary’s phone. It was someone trying to video-call her. She checked her phone. It was Jarrod. She messaged him back. Apparently he wanted to see her. Apparently it was now Hillary’s turn to be reluctant. Then we heard a knock. My wife grabbed a robe and told me to stay in the bathroom. I was worried, but she said she’ll be fine.
I heard them talking but not much could be heard. I kept the water on, and the TV in the bathroom was on. To be honest, I’m still to this day EMBARASSED about being in the room with Jarrod, Bill or anyone so I still to this day hide. I mean, with Bill I see them just doing shit in front of me now, like she’ll just BLOW Bill while watching a movie on the couch. Literally blow him with her eyes on the movie and me on the other couch or loveseat. I wasn’t there with Jarrod. I am now…but we have to get there first.
I heard nothing and then that SMACK. That sound like hitting meat again. I heard it again and heard my wife whine and yelp. “Ahhhhh,” sort of shouting from the other room. More of that SMACKING sound. But no more yelps. It went on for about two minutes. Then it was over. I waited and heard the door close. And my wife made her way back to the bathroom. She was scratching her head in abject confusion that same look of awe and wonder on her face. “He kind of just spanked the shit out of me on the couch.” My wife moved the robe and I could see her tan lines wear her darker ass met the area of whiter ass she covered with her bikini. It was red all over, with hand prints no less. “He brought me to the couch and started spanking me and telling me I was a ‘BAD BAD GIRL…and that I needed punishment and shit’.”
“What did you do?” I asked concerned.
She laughed. “I kinda said ‘sorry daddy’ and uh…sucked his cock while he spanked me.” She told me she was on all fours on the couch, and he was sitting there spanking her ass. She knew what he wanted. So she gave it to him. As he spanked her bottom, she fished out his cock (she can do it LIGHTENING fast…trust me) and sucked his cock. “I was actually cumming from getting spanked.” She told me. “I guess I’m fucking nuts,” she laughed, and took the robe off. She joined me again, and was a little raw down there so she kept saying “ouch”.
My wife laid on my chest and burped. Not once but twice. Indigestion from the elder man’s cum no less. “This is too much,” she admitted, and I was thinking the same thing. We hadn’t been there a day. Jarrod wasn’t factoring in until later, if that. He just happened to be there with his ****** since he’s an owner himself. He’s there all the time really.
We were already kind of overwhelmed. It was day one.
My wife, drifting off to a nap in the tub with me, kissed my cheek. “Having fun my little cum-eater”.
I’m not really a cum-eater. It just happens when she jerks me off after cuckolding me.
But Jarrod was right….this bitch gets under your skin.
Like I said, we’re a weird couple. If you’re keeping score we were there less than six hours and my wife got fucked and sucked a guy’s cock while she got spanked. So apparently she likes being spanked (and uh...choked) and I like hearing about it all and watching her fuck people.
We’re a weird couple.
There’s more but I have to write it out. I didn’t plan on this much. This was supposed to be a Bill and Hill story…ugh.
I know it’s been a long LONG time since I’ve written here. We’ve all been through a lot. A pandemic, a change in politics and culture, but some things never change. Case in point, I’m still a cuckold. Please, please, PLEASE do NOT DM me that you’re ‘sorry’ for me or that you think I’m ‘crazy’. I’m not mad, I’m not upset, and the hot-wife/cuckold lifestyle is something both myself and my wife are into and happy with. My wife likes the attention and sex, and I like that awkward jealous, nervous arousal I get from it all.
My wife is NOT going to leave me. You don’t have to DM me that either. This is PART of our sex-life.
That said Bill, my asshole ***** buddy, is STILL very much nuts about my wife and what’s between her legs. The problem is that he’s TOO intense, gets too *****, and we’re pretty sure he’s trying to get her pregnant (with his mother’s help). Dumbass has been caught by us putting holes in condoms and things of that nature. Little does he know my wife has been on birth control since I wrote the last update.
Bill simply gets too *****, and then no matter who he is with, whatever girlfriend he has, he wants to fuck my wife when he’s *****. Hillary REVELS in that actually. She loves how she’s got him upside down far more than the Upton look alike (yes, Bill’s former girlfriend looked like Kate Upton) or my ex-fiancée (whose quite attractive in her own right). She loves when Bill says no one has ever given him “head” (see a blowjob) like her or fucked him like her.
I don’t blame him.
My wife has a magic vagina. She calls it a ‘unicorn’ between her legs. It’s always wet, swollen and tight. She’s still rather young actually. Pushing thirty. She cums vaginally and NOT from clitoral stimulation. That is not a lie. Finger her for a few minutes and that wet pussy will cum all over you. Stick your cock in that pussy for a few minutes and you’re the one cumming. And from the start she knew how to fuck and ride a cock.
And I’m not even talking about her blowjobs.
Any man who’s ever been with my wife has lost his mind. Right from the beginning of her sex life. She waited a long time to lose her virginity. Many men wanted it. But my wife had her eyes on ONE man. Her ‘hot’ high-school teacher all the girls fantasized about marrying. A man with kids and a wife who was in his thirties. And one thing about my wife…she will not be denied.
When she was eighteen, she graduated from high-school. She had the decency not to fuck with the guy’s job I guess, the whole ‘duty of care’ thing. However, she didn’t wait very long. Literally, in her graduation gown (again she’s eighteen remember) she found herself in the hot teacher’s classroom with her friends taking pictures. Three girls doing selfies with that teacher in his chair. I guess Hillary found herself on his lap during these pictures. While her two friends danced around taking pics and celebrating my wife stayed in his lap. Her big ass RIGHT on his crotch. She said she felt “soooo bad” for him, since she felt his cock literally get hard in her ass crack. Right there in the school. Again, she’s eighteen and no longer his student. She said each time she moved in his lap (which she made sure she did A LOT) he groaned in stimulated pain.
Her friends asked if the ‘hot teacher’ was “coming to the party tonight”.
My future wife, ever the tease, turned from her friends and in a sultry tone and with a seductive face they couldn’t see she asked. “Are you gonna cum?” She squeezed her ass on his bulge and she told me he had this look…as if to say ‘stop…please stop….but don’t.’
But she did stop. She picked up his phone and took a selfie with him, and as her friends talked she casually entered her number in his cell phone and then sent herself a ‘test’ text. She said she uttered, “I don’t think he’s cumming tonight but…maybe later.” She looked back and smiled at the thirty something married teacher who looked utterly lost.
Her friends had no idea then, and they still don’t, but a night later, one day after graduation, Hillary was in the marital bed of the hot teacher. She lost her virginity that night in his house. She said her very first position was ‘reverse’ cowgirl so he could see her tight eighteen year old muscular ass (she played sports) sliding up and down on his cock.
I asked what he did with his wife and kids, and my wife shrugged. “He sent them away so he could fuck me.”
And not only that, but that teacher LOST his mind. I’ve seen the texts. He was ready to leave his wife and kids and date her. I asked what she thought of that, and my wife told me, “I was eighteen and wanted to get laid…this guy LOST it.”
I’ve read the texts, the poor guy talks about how it was the best sex of his life and he wasn’t sure sex could feel that way. Hillary did sleep with him a few more times. But she had plans. She was going to join the military.
A week after meeting her recruiter, she was screwing him in his marital bed. THAT guy actually DID leave his wife for Hillary, but their relationship didn’t last.
Hillary moved on to her older neighbor who left HIS girlfriend. LOST his mind
Then a nineteen year old Hillary found a thirty something year old with a decent job and good house and well….that’s ME. I never planned on much with her, but when we had sex…I…uh…lost my mind.
She has that effect. So I don’t blame Bill. Everyone she fucks LOSES it.
And that brings me to my next point, we have TRIED to get Bill out of our lives, at least when it comes to sex. We have tried to use other people. We have. If you recall we have two people in Florida. A young punk and an older sort of rich guy.
We like Florida because it’s far enough away, and we like Orlando because of the resorts and parks. We go usually sometime between September and November and then sometime between January and March for a week and stay at the same resort.
Both of those guys were obsessed with my wife since October of 2019. We’ve been down there four times since…yes FOUR times.
I’m going to talk about our trip back down in October of 2020, however, two things. First, COVID ruined a LOT of the fun. Masked up cuckolding sucks and I’m not going to go into it too much. Yes, social distancing, and yes limited capacity and some places were closed, and some didn’t allow drinking indoors and some places made it so you HAD to buy food. It was all nuts.
So, I think I last updated in April of 20202, when the Pandemic was nuts. Nothing was open for months. This gave Bill the PERFECT time to fuck my wife when he wanted. That meant he had to make a trip to OUR city or we’d have to be in my hometown. A long commute (several hours) but Bill was MORE than eager.
When we found out about him getting too pushy and wanting more and more, and sort of losing his mind, we sort of tried to distance ourselves, but we both very much liked the lifestyle. My wife liked to be ‘hot-wifed’ and I liked to be cuckolded. So since we’d sort of become addicted, but our main “bull” so to speak was more addicted to my wife’s pussy than crack, we too were losing our minds for an alternative.
Finally, yes, FINALLY, that opportunity presented itself in the elderly man named Jarrod. He was in his mid-fifties (we think 53 at the time) who Hillary sucked off while I was at the lazy river at our resort in 2019, the year prior. Like I’ve said, he’s something of a sugar-daddy to Hillary.
It started with pics of her ass, and then her tits. They communicated via KIK of all things and snapchat, and secretly Facebook. My wife LOVES that this married man is obsessed with her. She admittedly likes older men (daddy issues?). He has gray hair and is sort of handsome I guess. What I could glean from their messages was that the older man was smitten with the “twenty three year old hellcat that seduced him and sucked his cock like a hellcat.”
He calls Hillary his ‘hellcat’. She was NOT twenty three then, but certainly looked it. At that point she was twenty-seven going on twenty-eight. “I may have lied about my age,” Hillary told me laughing. Somewhere along the line Jarrod started paying for her phone and some of her shoes and clothes (dresses and heels that she’d model for him).
Yes, my wife had an online boyfriend, unless you thought of it as a sort of personal ‘cam-girl’ deal. They would masturbate together during periods I was away or we had to quarantine away. I legit walked in on her in the larger tub we have forgetting to lock the door, she had her legs on the sides of the tub and one hand on her pussy, in her other hand was her cellphone. The older man was literally stroking his prick.
My wife saw me standing, gawking and staring. “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!” She shouted. She can be mean. Make no mistake. It’s kind of hot.
He was BEGGING to meet her all that summer, but COVID, the climate of the culture and every little thing seemed to get in the way. He offered a trip for her fully paid to Disney. NOT for me. He still wasn’t sure how I fit into this. I’m not sure that guy understands cuckolding, but Hillary tried to explain. He told her that I must be nuts to share such a hot young ‘philly’.
So a business trip for Jarrod to Washington DC in September of 2020 presented an opportunity. He offered to pay for her train ride (first class) to stay for a few nights and days. We were apprehensive but were planning on going to Disney once again in October. We agreed this would be a trial run. Hotels in DC had recently reopened. Bars were in a weird space and we’d manage that when we went.
Here is the thing, the fucking guy, this rich fucking guy sent my wife a CREDIT CARD. He set up a fake business for her. HCH consulting LLC. Aka….Hellcat Hillary. He did it as a tax-right off for his business. Hillary was on his books as a ‘stress management consultant.’ No shit. She didn’t have to worry about anything (and nothing has happened since she got that card).
Here is the thing. We VETTED Jarrod through social media. A ****** man, a business man, well off, rich, but apparently normal. So please DO NOT DM me about fucking my wife, because we will VET every post you ever put online. We have done this thing on these sites before where we invited people and it’s always an incel wackjob or stalker claiming to be a Bull. You’re not a Bull if you don’t have sex people.
Jarrod seemed clean. So we got COVID tests, and she shared hers with him and vice versa. We boarded a train nervously for the first time. Both of us in masks. My wife and her pretty young face sadly covered by a mask. Her ass covered by shiny black yoga pants and her tits in a tight black yoga top. On the train she pulled the top over her cleavage, but she said she’d pull the ‘girls’ out when she got to the hotel room.
Here is the thing, we were going on two separate trips in reality. I was not going with Hillary. Jarrod at this point knew my stance, but did not invite me, and Hillary WOULD not use that card for me. She sat in first/business class by herself because she bought two seats (Jarrod insisted). I sat WAY in the back on the train with some fat smelly guy around me. Two masks by the way.
We couldn’t even sit in the lounge area for drinks because it was closed. I got some drinks. Hillary GOT wrecked on her (probably illegal) corporate card. This was all part of her plan.
I was just back up. I was staying at the Hilton near the National Mall. Hillary was going to the Mandarin Oriental, a five star hotel to stay with Jarrod on his business trip. I recall getting texts on the train from Hillary.
“You know you’re not getting laid right? For like a week?” She added with laughing emojis. She said “I’m Jarrod’s until Sunday dude.” She added. “You’re my bestie back-up if shit goes south. LOL!” Which is what I was. I was to be at the hotel within ‘running distance’ if things got weird with…well…a stranger who was trying to fuck my wife.
Hillary had NO plans to even meet with me from Tuesday night until Sunday morning. And right from the moment I got on the train, that arrangement started. I had to get on several trains to make it to my hotel. I couldn’t afford a hotel, a train and cabs. Hillary, on the other hand fucking CHARGED a cab (or Uber maybe?) on the card.
I wasn’t going to see her for about two days. We texted, yes.
I’m going to try and tell a narrative from HER point of view. Sort of. She told me EXACTLY what happened.
While I was in the back with a guy who microwaved his fish somewhere, she was up in business class (or maybe down…I don’t know). She was nervous about everything and trying to get wasted to get past that feeling of the unknown. So she drank White Claws and shots of Vodka. She bought a sandwich and some chips to eat. When we got off, she texted me to ‘wish her luck’ and got into a taxi (or maybe and Uber).
She was messaging Jarrod that they needed to ‘fuck’ to break the ice. Just ‘get it out of the way’. Hillary got to the hotel, and made her way to the pretty ornate elevators. She said the hotel was definitely five-star. She felt out of place with people in suits (and masks…ugh….distancing…remember).
She said she got in the elevator and pulled up her black yoga pants to make her ass ‘pop’ and then pulled her top down so her cleavage was just right. She adjusted her make-up after taking the mask off and made her way to the room. She was *****, real *****. She knocked on the right room and Jarrod answered wearing a nice shirt and slacks, and Hillary said he looked handsome. She just hugged him after a quick ‘hello’ and then the pair began to make-out. He pulled her inside and the two were going at it. He pulled her top down and sucked on her tits, remarking how he’d ‘dreamed’ about all this. She lead him to the couch in the living room (the suite was HUGE) and sat him down.
My wife pulled off her older lovers slacks, pulled them down with his pants and grab his dick while she kissed him. He had shaved, which surprised her. She kind of liked the gray and white pubes. My wife said she turned away from him, pulled her yoga pants and panties down, and gave him a view of her ass and pussy. She brought his hand up to her pussy to show how hot and wet it was. She then did what she does to everyman, and grabbed his cock, and sat on his dick facing away, so he could see her big ass sliding up and down.
When I asked how long it lasted, she laughed and said “Maybe two minutes,” she remarked. “Great sex doesn’t last long.” The old fuck apparently pulled her head back and turned to kiss her as she rode him. She moaned and he groaned and she felt him cum inside her. No mistaking that hot sensation of cum fulling you, she says.
Jarrod must have been embarrassed or nervous because he asked, “Did you cum?”
My wife held up two fingers. “Twice. All over your dick.” She smiled.
Ice…officially….broken.
She swears she left her rolling luggage bag in the hallway outside the room. They were fucking that quickly. Hillary went piss, came back and they chatted with no awkwardness. He got them an amazing and EXPENSIVE top floor suite facing the water. No deck, he apologized. But they had a living room, a huge bedroom and a huge bathroom with a big tub and walk-in shower with a TV in the bathroom. Huge bed, huge TVS in every room, a full wet bar. He’d ordered expensive wine (well, she doesn’t know but the guy usually splurges).
They got wasted even more and Hillary sort of passed out in the tub. She thinks that was for the best as he came a pretty good amount. He was already saying it was the ‘best sex’ of his life.
Hillary woke up with a headache when the sun came up. She was in panties and nothing else. My wife reached over and being a good little slut, she grabbed his dick and got under the covers and sucked him awake. Without even a word, she got on top and again went reverse cowgirl to allow him a view of her ass. Hillary said Jarrod kept saying “you’re so amazing…so amazing.” She didn’t let him cum.
They showered together, since Jarrod had a big meeting that day. She washed him and jerked his cock. They kissed and he soaped up her tits and her thighs and ass. She helped him get into his suit, even helping in the mirror with a tie and cuff-links. He was complaining about his boner, and how he’d never concentrate.
Right before he left, she got on her knees, in a white robe, with her tits showing, opened his suit pants and pulled his dick out. She said she made eye-contact and then sucked his cock slowly. She said he didn’t last long and was whining almost. She tells me she can’t keep her eyes open for some reason when a guy cums and hasn’t met a girl who could. So she closed her eyes and began sucking/eating/swallowing/slurping or whatever you want to call it, moaning as she did. When he was done, she pulled off, opened her eyes and said, “That’s how you start a day with a smile.”
He told her no matter what, he was relaxed and everything was going to be ‘down-hill’ from there.
She told me this days later by the way. I didn’t see her until Friday. Apparently she got bored during the days. I met her at the National Hall or whatever, the museums had staggered openings and space at that point (not all). The monuments were open. We walked around (drinking out of cups secretly and getting *****) and she explained they had sex in the mornings and at night. Mainly staying in the room and getting room service. Occasionally going for late walks. She couldn’t leave the hotel room until ten. She went to the gym and the pool, and the Spa he got her massages. But she had to be back in the room by four.
I thought, with such a strong will as she has she’d be pissed. But she wasn’t. When I asked if she was mad, she laughed. “I’m his sexy young side-piece….obviously he’s hiding me….we’re having an affair.” Hillary LOVED it. She was ecstatic about being his slutty little mistress. She even was Facebook stalking his wife and commenting how ‘ugly’ she was. It was clear, once again, she had feelings despite saying it was all fun. I guess it’s hard not to when you have sex with someone.
We had some lunch and Hillary invited me up to see the suite. We made our way to the hotel and Hillary stopped me before putting the key card to the door. “You’re not getting laid dude,” my wife told me. “Get that shit out of your head.” She then fist bumped me and called me her ‘bestie’.
Jarrod was in his final meeting. Hillary was REALLY REALLY giddy, since Jarrod’s other co-workers/employees were all pretty much leaving. That meant that for the first time, Jarrod was going to take Hillary out to dinner. So she was going to take a shower and do her hair and makeup. I recall going up and being really impressed. What struck me more was the clothes in the corner of the bedroom. I got so nervous and jealous seeing her panties and yoga pants on top of his slacks and mixed in with his own workout clothes. She admitted she did two workouts, one when he was at work, and the other when he got back. She did her cardio in the day and upper body. Jarrod really enjoyed her nightly ‘squat workouts’ and liked to view her from behind. If someone he knew came in, they’d act like they didn’t know each other.
Jarrod apparently told Hillary that some of his coworkers, ahem…all men, were commenting about the young girl who did squats in the black yoga pants in the gym. If they were loyal and close to Jarrod he let them in on a secret…he was fucking that girl. Hillary helped by providing a little proof during the days, of pics of her ass and cleavage. Jarrod PROMISED he didn’t show nudes. Yeah, right. And sure enough this added to Jarrod’s popularity.
I sat drinking from the mini-bar, which Hillary said was fine. She took a shower, and came out. She had a towel and a robe on and was straightening her hair. She wouldn’t even let me see her naked. I was so hard then it hurt. My eyes kept wandering to her panties in that pile.
My wife sighed, annoyed and said. “Just take them dude.” She remarked. “Just do it already. Sniff em…fuck em…just don’t kill my vibe.” She sighed again and sat down on the bed. I watched her straighten her hair, thicken her eye-brows, put on makeup and lipstick, and then she went into the bathroom. She came out in her black mini-dress with the frilly top that covered her cleavage (not really). She then put on her wedge heels and stood in front of me. “How do I look?”
She looked stunning and I told her so.
She then grabbed her used workout panties handed them to me and pulled on my arm. She all but threw me out. “Later dude…have fun with those.” She called to me and pushed me into the hall. Then she was gone and I wouldn’t see her until she came home Sunday, on a different train then me.
If you think she’s being a bitch, well, she is, but on purpose. She’s torturing me. Teasing me by showing me how she did herself up for her lover. Basically saying “I look hot, but I’m not for you…too hot for you.” Which I love.
She shared pics that night of her in that black dress, Jarrod was smart enough NOT to be in them. He took her to a nice rooftop bar somewhere. I masturbated constantly that night. For the next two nights she wasn’t Jarrod’s secret shame, she was his trophy. I’d see plenty of pics of them walking the National Mall (some with him).
When she got home she told me everything, and about how that night in the dress ended with passionate sex on that couch again. Then the next night they sat in the tub all night. In the last morning they had sex again. Hillary said they kissed and kissed goodbye not wanting it to end. She was sticking it to me then.
That Sunday I fucked my wife hard and intensely. Passionately and aggressively. She loved it.
From that day forward, my wife got her car paid, phone paid and clothing allowance from Jarrod. Still to this day. Hell-Cat Hillary’s Stress Management Consulting firm is paid well.
So Orlando in October of 2020 was a go. Even if it wasn’t going to be the same. Horror Night was cancelled. Masks or not? We still were confused. You could take them off when you sat as if that stopped COVID.
Honestly, Jarrod was pissed. His ****** was going to the resort as well. He wasn’t going to get to see her. But Hillary promised she’d ‘make time’.
We got down there, and I’m not going through the COVID nonsense, but we GOT down there mid-October. We requested the SAME suite. We luckily got the same one.
Here is the thing, Jarrod is an owner at this resort. Further, he was sort of pissed that we were coming down when he was with his ****** there. It wasn’t intended. It wasn’t. We had this planned WAY in advance and actually had to cancel and change due to COVID.
We got down there and it was definitely unique. Sort of a ghost town and a lot of restrictions, but luckily our favorite bar was open with limited capacity and you couldn’t wait at the bar. You could sit and stand, to be honest, as no one seemed to be observing rules the rest of the country observed.
The first day we got there we went to the pool. Hillary was texting (messaging really) Jarrod our status and he was insisting she NOT come. She had a plan. We were going to park our car at the front end and leave it ready to go (our suite was a mile away from the pool area). Jarrod still insisted we NOT come. His kids were there, and they were with friends. His wife was there as well.
We went anyways, and it was like 11AM. Hillary and I were already kind of ***** off VERY expensive drinks we bought AT the resort. A big no no. She was on a mission. We made our way to the bar, Hillary in her black wrap around bikini and her wedge heels, hair all fixed up, full makeup, the whole works. And all we were doing was ‘lounging’. Yet, we made a b-line to the bar and who was sitting there, Jarrod and his wife.
The moment she saw him was awkward. Jarrod acknowledged ME of all people and said he recalled me from the previous year. He shook my hand and re-introduced me to his wife, “You remember,” he stopped not knowing my name. He should by now. I told him and he continued, “yeah and his lovely wife Hillary.” He still had the calmness I recalled. He sure as SHIT recalled Hillary’s name and that was not lost on his wife who crossed her arms and stared daggers as Hillary hugged Jarrod and then her after Jarrod shook my hand.
“Told you we’d be back,” I said trying to smooth it over. I was ***** and nervous, but we sat on the other end of the bar to distance and talk somewhat. Jarrod spoke with me, asking about my job and life and I reciprocated. While he talked, his eyes wandered to my wife’s ample cleavage (I have a pic in my profile to show you that bikini). I ordered her a bucket which contains a fuckton of alcohol, and then ordered a beer.
Jarrod asked how my wife was and what she does. “You used to be a nurse right?”
Hillary had NEVER told him this last year an obvious mistake. “I actually do stress management consulting,” Hillary took a shot at him and sipped her drink. I swear he almost swallowed the bottle.
“What does that entail,” his wife chuckled in disbelief.
Hillary shrugged. “Its difficult to explain but it pays well.” The tension between Jarrod’s wife and my wife was palpable. I mean, Jarrod, for all his ‘don’t come’ nonsense couldn’t stop staring at my wife. Hillary sipped her drink and looked at her phone quietly, while Jarrod and I caught up on work, COVID, the weather, sports and whatever else.
When my wife got up to use the bathroom, Jarrod stupidly followed her ass with his eyes. It didn’t help my wife had her wedges on. Made her ass ‘pop’. She always said a girl who wears heels and a bikini is looking to get fucked. His wife grumbled, “Are you serious that girl is HALF your age Jarrod.” She seemed annoyed. She seemed *****.
My wife remarked, “I’m going to lay out by the pool.” She stood up and all but SAUNTERED out the open bar area waving her ass on purpose. Jarrod’s eyes kept following. Five minutes later, he broke off his conversation with me and excused himself.
“I’m going to find the kids,” he chimed.
His wife rolled her eyes and sipped her mixed drink. “I’ll bet you are.”
Jarrod at LEAST went the opposite direction of my wife. I’ll give him that credit.
That was part of the plan. I was part of the plan. I knew my part. Distraction. Which I did and offered his wife a drink. I was repeatedly told by Hillary that she is NOT into swinging and I will NOT get laid. So just do my part.
She accepted but we didn’t really chat. After ten minutes she remarked. “You know he’s probably found a spot to stare at your wife’s ass don’t you?” She then went into a diatribe about how he thinks he’s thirty and can score with young chicks. “I kid of course, I trust him”. But she continued her rant about how he’s always flirting with some young girl. “It’s harmless,” she said but annoying. “A young girl like your wife wouldn’t give my husband the time of day without his money.” She laughed.
Well, she was giving him WAY more than the time of day and he was sort of staring at her ass…sort of.
I would hear how the plan was executed perfectly. A reluctant Jarrod met my waiting wife at the car. He got in and drove it, the keys were in the car. He was complaining about her coming down there and ‘ruining everything’ and shit like that.
My wife grabbed his chin, told him to ‘shut up’ and kissed him. She said he sure as shit stopped complaining when she put her hand on his crotch. He just groaned. They drove kissing and driving sloppily around the corner to our suite.
They made it inside, and right in the front hall, Jarrod showed my wife some dominance and anger when he bent her over, smacked her ass, and pulled down her bikini bottoms. My wife LOVES that. She said he kept spanking her calling her a ‘bad little slut’ and she was pretty much cumming before he even entered her. From the spanking alone. My wife cums VERY easily. I told you. She said when he slid it in her she held on to the wall and just screamed “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH FUCK!” She claims she shouted. “FUCK YOUR NAUGHTY SLUT!” Again, as she says great sex doesn’t last long. She came all over his dick and was dripping down her leg, and then he came inside her.
When they were done, Jarrod returned to being sort of angry. The car ride back was telling her not to fuck with his ******. Hillary insisted it wasn’t intentional and we had planned this WAY in advance. I guess Jarrod said she was ‘pissing him off’.
“You looked REAL pissed a minute ago,” she laughed. My wife, ever the trouble maker remarked. “What if you got me pregnant?” She turned to him as he drove back. “Wouldn’t that be crazy?”
Jarrod slammed the breaks. “You better be on fucking BIRTH control.”
Hillary insisted she was. When they got back to the bar and pool area she got out and walked away stating, “do you have to take birth control like…everyday….I mean…like EVERYDAY! Cause I don’t like do that.”
She left him utterly floored. She was fucking with him, and I would watch her message him all day telling him she was fucking with him.
Either way, Jarrod made it back to the bar in about fifteen minutes give or take. Not even twenty minutes had passed. He bought me a round. If he had just been upset (according to my wife later) he didn’t seem it to me. He seemed on cloud nine. Even hugged and kissed his own wife.
“Did you find the kids?” His wife asked.
Jarrod shrugged and shook his head but his wife wasn’t buying it. She stated, “Did you even look?” He nodded. “I’ll bet you did.” She grumbled, “Probably followed his wife and ogled her butt is what you did.” His wife remarked looking at her phone. “I doubt you’d find them up that young girl’s ass Jarrod.”
My wife came back five minutes after on her phone. Jarrod offered her another ‘bucket’, and she acted like an oblivious twit. She texted me to ‘look between her legs’ as she sat on the stool. I did and was shocked to see white fucking sticky substance oozing through. Jarrod’s cum. Her legs were wide open and pointed at Jarrod’s wife, and the stain was growing. Hillary loved it.
I watched her message Jarrod. She had made a plan to fuck with him hard while his wife was right there. She showed me as she messaged him privately on Facebook. To be honest, they were sloppy on hiding their contacts. They were friends on Facebook, and Jarrod followed her on Instagram. Further, she had him on Snapchat as a friend. Maybe it’s his wife who is oblivious.
“I want to suck your cock at the bar !! ” She messaged.
Jarrod’s wife was now into her own phone. His phone buzzed almost immediately after Hillary typed. He picked it up and read his phone. I could see the visible stress on his face. Jarrod had a problem with Hillary’s openness. In DC, she got ***** when they went to the dinner and put her hand down his pants. I saw the messaging battle they had when she returned from DC.
I saw her message after he told her she needed to calm down. She wrote him, “So sorry you’re twenty seven year old loves your cock so much that she wants to play with it all the time. Tough life you got
Hillary had a way of sticking it to every guy, from me and Bill, and now to Jarrod.
She kept messaging and showing me. “Does your wife even know the girl you’re fucking is like 5 feet from her.”
Jarrod was audibly sighing in annoyance as he had to pick up the phone with each message. It buzzed on the table in front of him. She messaged him a bunch about sucking his dick with her right there. His phone buzzed as she typed. His wife sipped her drink and asked who was texting him. “No one.” Jarrod responded. “It’s not important.”
This caused a seemingly playfully annoyed Hillary to gasp silently with an open mouth not five feet from them. She began to message him again. I saw her send a video with “Dis you?” as the message. She showed me and pressed play. She didn’t even cut the sound. I’d seen the video dozens of times. They’d practically made it for me. Sort of. Jarrod is sitting on a couch. You can see his crotch. Suddenly my wife’s face comes into view and Jarrod’s dick is pulled from his pants. In her sexy black glasses she begins sucking his cock. Jarrod is audibly moaning as she sucks his cock. He pans down her body to sneak in shots of her ass. She stands up and they debate why he’s filming her ass. There is some WEIRD movie they’re watching in the background. For me, it’s like the Zapruder film. My wife making a porno of her sucking an old man’s cock. Its 32 seconds and I’ve watched it over 400 times. Probably.
It’s pretty amazing. The thumbnail makes it look harmless. Like a home video of something completely benign. Jarrod’s sweatpants are on. There is a Budweiser and a mango Natural Light seltzer on the table. And something on the bottom part of the table I can’t make out. Hit ‘play’ and within one second, literally one second my wife has his cock out and in her mouth. I’ve timed it. Lightning fast.
We have debated WHY Jarrod filmed her ass. I said he did that to ‘show her off’ to me. Hillary laughed. She told me he didn’t film that for me at all. “It’s a recruitment video.” She explained. Hillary firmly believes Jarrod shows that video to clients or investors or whatever as if to say, ‘get on board with me and get your dick sucked by hot girls.’ She might be right.
She legit played it with sound on. Jarrod’s clear voice talking and the sound of dick sucking. Then my wife’s voice. The normal din of the bar must have blocked most of it out. But I heard it. Jarrod was watching TV and his wife still clicked on her phone. An oblivious world we live in.
I’m not sure Jarrod was prepared either. He finally picked up his phone clearly annoyed. He stupidly hit play with the phone facing his wife. I’ve never seen a man slam a phone down so hard. My wife laughed. His wife paid no attention. Had she lifted her eyes from her own phone for a mere millisecond she would have seen Jarrod getting his cock sucked. Confirming a growing rumor that Hillary told me Jarrod had mentioned. A rumor that Jarrod was having an affair with a younger woman. That young girl was now less than five feet from his wife.
My wife messaged him, “You’re no fun. Boo. .”
He finally picked the phone up to respond. “STOP!” In all caps. He slammed it down again.
Hillary finally left him alone and we all kind of sat quietly on the phone sipping our drinks. I’d gotten into drinking Hillary’s THIRD bucket with her. Just a mess of alcohol in those things. Hillary eventually couldn’t leave well enough alone. She opened her legs wide, she had her hands on the seat cushion in front of her. Her sort of cameltoe was showing in that bikini, as well as a white fucking stain. My wife picked her phone up and messaged Jarrod. “Can you look between my legs please….just do me a favor.”
Jarrod eventually grabbed his phone and looked at the message. He then almost instinctively glanced at my wife’s crotch in that open legged stance. He seemed confused as he stared. My wife messaged him as he did. “That’s your cum stud.” When he looked at that message a wide grin cut across his face. The pride of a man who’d fucked a young hot girl, and the evidence laid bare. It was shit ass grin and his demeanor changed. He offered us another bucket. Which we accepted.
Jarrod’s wife stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Hillary got up and followed.
She stopped behind Jarrod. There is a hallway that separates the bar, restaurant and other parts of the hotel that leads to the bathroom. When Jarrod’s wife entered the hallway and shut the door, Hillary remarked to Jarrod. “I’m going to go sit in the bathroom and piss out your cum in the stall next to your wife.” She said rubbing his back.
At this moment I was sort of petrified. I was alone with Jarrod, who was fucking my wife. The older man wasn’t intimidating but I wasn’t EXACTLY sure what he thought of me or what he thought of me being well…a willing cuckold.
But there was no awkwardness thanks to the gray haired older man. “That one’s a handful isn’t she.” He shook his head with a wistful smile. “That little wife of yours is like a bad drug habit.” He added. “You know you shouldn’t, but you just can’t stop.” He sighed. “I don’t know if it’s her ass or them tits,” he continued in his slight southern accent. I wasn’t sure where he was from but it wasn’t Florida, I don’t think.
“Both,” I chimed in and we actually both laughed. “She’s pretty too.” I added chuckling.
“Right,” Jarrod nodded. “Got that young face.” He shook his head. “This bitch…she gets under your skin and in your head until you ain’t thinking of nothing but her.” He looked right at me. “Has anyone ever said no to her?” He asked and his phone chimed and buzzed.
“Nope.” I answered in the most honest answer I’d ever given. No guy had EVER said no to my wife. If she wants you….you’re hers. He actually cheers’d me with his beer. The man who fucks my wife toasting her with me.
“She’s gonna shave a decade off my life,” he laughed and showed me his phone.
My wife had messaged him. “Come fuck me while your wife shits. ! She’s taking a dump I swear! !!”
Despite this message, his wife came out of the hallway about thirty seconds later. Jarrod got up and went towards the hall. I saw my wife coming out. As Jarrod passed her my wife literally reached down and grabbed his package and rolled it around. I was shocked and a little scared when Jarrod forcefully grabbed her arm, pulled her into the hallway and shut the door. His wife was back on her phone. Jarrod glanced over to make sure and then he grabbed the back of my wife’s head….and he kissed her. I mean, they were sucking face right behind his wife about twenty feet. I lost them when they moved to the left of the door towards the bathroom doors.
Suddenly, I heard a loud SMACK almost like someone hitting a slab of meat. If you know that sound. I heard a ‘yelp’. It was loud enough to cause several people to look around. Even his wife. With no answer as to what caused the noise, the bar went back to normal.
My wife had a look of shock, awe, and amazement. She grabbed my arm and her bucket. I picked up her phone and purse. She seemed eager to leave. We made our way out of the deck and down the alley of sunbathing chairs outside the long lazy river. “He spanked me.” She finally blurted out. She pushed her ass up and I could see the red welt on it.
“Did it hurt,” I asked nervously. “Should we tell someone?” I didn’t want her to get hurt. We have a safe ‘question and answer’ if these things get out of hand. We always seem to use them when we meet people from sights like these.
She looked like a deer in headlights. “It hurt like hell.” She said. But she was also smiling. “I fucking loved it…I’m so wet right now.”
We’re a weird couple.
My horny wife took me back to our suite, and we were kissing. My wife was putting my hand on her crotch, but his cum was still there. I don’t really play that way. I’m not into other guys cum. I’m not. We made it to the bathroom, and my wife pulled off her bikini bottom and got into the tub. She began massaging her pussy. “You’re such a baby,” she reminded me when I refused to play with her fucked pussy. His cum still leaked from her pussy into the tub. But she was already close, and she dipped fingers into her pussy. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned and I watched her cum on her fingers, causing more cum to come out. My now self-satisfied wife all but writhed in the tub. I didn’t even get in the tub as Jarrod’s cum swirled around her. “You’re such a wimp.” She said and picked up a gob of it from her fingers and licked it off. “It’s just cum…my stuff is on there too.” She then laughed. “You eat cum…and sit in it. You can’t just join me?”
“I don’t eat cum!” I sternly spoke. It’s something I did NOT do. I wasn’t one of those guys who likes the humiliation videos where the wife/girlfriend/ hot girl makes their man eat cum or instructs them to do so. “CE” I believe the videos are called. My wife and I had both now dove into the cuckold realm.
My wife laughed. We’d had this debate before. “You think you’re SO much better than those guys in those films.” She told me flopping over in the water. “You’re not…you’re a CE cuckold just like them.”
I insisted she was wrong. She let out the water and cleaned her vagina the best she could. I got in with her finally, my hard-on was almost tingling from need. She laid her back upon it and we relaxed in the tub. Well, I didn’t relax, as I was hard as a diamond. She was laughing and I asked why. “We landed at like 8AM hon,” she told me. “We been her for four hours and I already got laid,” she added and moved off me and got on her hands and knees facing away, showing me her big ass and her dark pussy lips up close. “You…” she joked. “I don’t know if you’re getting laid.” She then sat down and turned around. This tub is actually a hot-tub and it’s huge. One of the MAIN reasons we got the timeshare at this place. We could LIVE in that tub. She put her legs on the sides of mine, facing me. It is big enough where we can legit both sit up like this facing each other. She grabbed my dick and began rubbing it with her wet hands. “I don’t know if this thing goes in my pussy at all.” She laughed. “I don’t even think I’ll have time to fit you in.” She began stroking me harder now. I leaned back as she teased. “What is our itinerary today?”
“Dinner with [Redneck’s unique name…so redacted] at Raglans.” I added looking up at the ceiling loving the stimulation.
“You’re not even my husband down here are you?” She taunted and grabbed some soap with her left hand. She squeezed some body gel from my travel pack on my cock. She began pumping me HARD then. “You’re just my itinerary boy aren’t you?” She said in a sultry tone. “Just helping me get laid like a good cucked lil bitch.” She had me so close I could feel it. “Say it!” She demanded pumping my prick. The fact that my dick was facing towards my own body and face was lost on me. I was in heaven looking up at the ceiling waiting for that ultimate release.
“I’m just the itinerary boy.” I all but shouted, and my cock exploded. It was a magnitude seven on the orgasm scale, and I was leaning back against the back of the tub. The TV above my head. I felt the cum hit my face and some went over my shoulder. My mouth was open and some inevitably got in splashing down onto my tongue. It was a pretty common occurrence now so I didn’t even flinch anymore. My cuckold orgasms were like fire-hydrants, especially after all I’d already seen. I let myself get lost in the intense orgasm as more shots hit my chest and chin. My wife kept pumping. When I was done I began breathing heavy.
With my dick still in her hand, Hillary pointed a finger on her other hand at my face. “You legit just ate your own shit,” she told me. “You’re not better than the ‘CE’ guys. You do that shit ALL the time. You legit facial yourself and eat your own shit. ALL THE TIME!” She waved her hand to accentuate her point. She then handed me a towel. “Its fine…but you’re a CE loser just like those guys so don’t get it sideways.” She helped me clean and laid on-top of me. “My little cum eater.” She joked. “It’s not THAT bad.” We took a nap in the tub.
I don’t think I’m into CE just to be clear. Some just gets in my mouth.
We got woken up around 4PM by Hillary’s phone. It was someone trying to video-call her. She checked her phone. It was Jarrod. She messaged him back. Apparently he wanted to see her. Apparently it was now Hillary’s turn to be reluctant. Then we heard a knock. My wife grabbed a robe and told me to stay in the bathroom. I was worried, but she said she’ll be fine.
I heard them talking but not much could be heard. I kept the water on, and the TV in the bathroom was on. To be honest, I’m still to this day EMBARASSED about being in the room with Jarrod, Bill or anyone so I still to this day hide. I mean, with Bill I see them just doing shit in front of me now, like she’ll just BLOW Bill while watching a movie on the couch. Literally blow him with her eyes on the movie and me on the other couch or loveseat. I wasn’t there with Jarrod. I am now…but we have to get there first.
I heard nothing and then that SMACK. That sound like hitting meat again. I heard it again and heard my wife whine and yelp. “Ahhhhh,” sort of shouting from the other room. More of that SMACKING sound. But no more yelps. It went on for about two minutes. Then it was over. I waited and heard the door close. And my wife made her way back to the bathroom. She was scratching her head in abject confusion that same look of awe and wonder on her face. “He kind of just spanked the shit out of me on the couch.” My wife moved the robe and I could see her tan lines wear her darker ass met the area of whiter ass she covered with her bikini. It was red all over, with hand prints no less. “He brought me to the couch and started spanking me and telling me I was a ‘BAD BAD GIRL…and that I needed punishment and shit’.”
“What did you do?” I asked concerned.
She laughed. “I kinda said ‘sorry daddy’ and uh…sucked his cock while he spanked me.” She told me she was on all fours on the couch, and he was sitting there spanking her ass. She knew what he wanted. So she gave it to him. As he spanked her bottom, she fished out his cock (she can do it LIGHTENING fast…trust me) and sucked his cock. “I was actually cumming from getting spanked.” She told me. “I guess I’m fucking nuts,” she laughed, and took the robe off. She joined me again, and was a little raw down there so she kept saying “ouch”.
My wife laid on my chest and burped. Not once but twice. Indigestion from the elder man’s cum no less. “This is too much,” she admitted, and I was thinking the same thing. We hadn’t been there a day. Jarrod wasn’t factoring in until later, if that. He just happened to be there with his ****** since he’s an owner himself. He’s there all the time really.
We were already kind of overwhelmed. It was day one.
My wife, drifting off to a nap in the tub with me, kissed my cheek. “Having fun my little cum-eater”.
I’m not really a cum-eater. It just happens when she jerks me off after cuckolding me.
But Jarrod was right….this bitch gets under your skin.
Like I said, we’re a weird couple. If you’re keeping score we were there less than six hours and my wife got fucked and sucked a guy’s cock while she got spanked. So apparently she likes being spanked (and uh...choked) and I like hearing about it all and watching her fuck people.
We’re a weird couple.
There’s more but I have to write it out. I didn’t plan on this much. This was supposed to be a Bill and Hill story…ugh.
