I Love my Husband . . . (A Hotwife's Confession)

Here's another confession . . .

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My name is Theresa, and this is my confessional story as I’m telling it.

I am a redhead who recently turned 62 years old. Though my husband would admit that I look like I haven’t outgrown my 40s, but that’s him saying that. For me, I certainly do love that I’ve gotten older, but I’m equally bitter that I’m discovering a part of myself that I’d never gotten in touch with recently. That is why I’m telling this story so that you know where I’m coming from.

I have been a terrific wife to my husband for 30-plus years and an awesome mom as my children and granny to their own *******. You can say that I have lived a fulfilling life. My sexual status is one that I haven’t ever lived up to, not in all the years that my husband and I have been together.

How did the epiphany come upon me? This urgency that’s compelling me to embrace my latest destiny? I don’t recall exactly. I have been living a semi-retired life, which means I have adequate time on my hands to do whatever I want. Whenever I get done making regular updates on my Facebook page and reading the news, I waste time surfing the internet with nothing of interest in mind. I found myself visiting numerous porn sites, engrossed by the adult movies I saw there. I never was much of a connoisseur of porn, unlike my husband, but I found myself gravitating towards watching anything that involved women of my age.

 
Here's another confession . . .

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My name is Theresa, and this is my confessional story as I’m telling it.

I am a redhead who recently turned 62 years old. Though my husband would admit that I look like I haven’t outgrown my 40s, but that’s him saying that. For me, I certainly do love that I’ve gotten older, but I’m equally bitter that I’m discovering a part of myself that I’d never gotten in touch with recently. That is why I’m telling this story so that you know where I’m coming from.

I have been a terrific wife to my husband for 30-plus years and an awesome ******* as my children and granny to their own *******. You can say that I have lived a fulfilling life. My sexual status is one that I haven’t ever lived up to, not in all the years that my husband and I have been together.


How did the epiphany come upon me? This urgency that’s compelling me to embrace my latest destiny? I don’t recall exactly. I have been living a semi-retired life, which means I have adequate time on my hands to do whatever I want. Whenever I get done making regular updates on my Facebook page and reading the news, I waste time surfing the internet with nothing of interest in mind. I found myself visiting numerous porn sites, engrossed by the adult movies I saw there. I never was much of a connoisseur of porn, unlike my husband, but I found myself gravitating towards watching anything that involved women of my age.

i hope there is more.
 

I love my husband.

My husband is the light of my life. We have a productive marriage that has born us lovely *******. We have had our share of ups and downs, but tell me who hasn’t.

For the past couple of months though, something has been creeping into my marriage. Something I never before foresaw. Some eerie temptation and I’m confused of what to do about it.

It started with my husband. One night we lay in bed ******* with the house to ourselves. We were indulging in some kinky foreplay. He was fucking me with one of my dildos when suddenly he said something I never before thought I would hear from him.

He wanted me to have sex with another man. Not just any man; he specifically wanted me to fuck a black man!

The sex left my head when he mentioned that and I looked at him strange. Why? For what reason?

I asked him these questions. He gave me weird, vague responses. Just kept saying he’d always wanted to see me in bed with another man, and that it would improve our marriage a lot more.

We loved watching porn together. He enjoyed ones that featured group sex and interracial couples making out with each other. Yes, I’m aware of cuckold porn. But never did it occur to me before then that he was attracted to such so bad that he wanted me to indulge in similar stuff. Never did I realise until then that such cuckolding actions were carried out by real life couples out there. Believe me, I discovered plenty when I began researching on it my self. It bothered me to think that my darling husband wasn’t the only married man out there considering such.

He demanded an answer and I said no. Days later he demanded again and still I told him no way. Why was he so relentless about it? I never got a straight-forward answer from him; always he blushed with embarrassment whenever I confronted him with the question.

Months went by and we seldom raised the subject at all. We even stopped watching porn for a while, at least together. He would creep out of the room late at night while the ******* were in bed and go slot in a porn DVD downstairs. A couple of times I woke up not to find him in bed and went downstairs and found him masturbating to porn. My only fear was that the ******* never find out, and thankfully so far they haven’t. He never raised the topic again and I never bothered to inquire any further.

I thought that would be the end of it. I mean, it should have ended right there and then, don’t you think?

Well, to my surprise, the thought remained stuck in my head since. No matter how had I tried not to think about it, explicit images kept flooding my mind. I’d see myself in a bar laughing and flirting with a stranger while my husband sat somewhere farther spying on us. I’d feel my hand over the man’s crotch. I’d feel his penis come hard from my touch. Then he’d leaned forward and start kissing the side of my neck without trying to stop him. I’d glance over at my husband and catch him looking at me. I would sit there expecting he would rush over and pull us apart, except in my dreams he never did. He just stood there watching . . . smiling while he did.

Could you imagine the sort of predicament I was in? I couldn’t dare raise this dilemma with my friends for fear of what they might think . . . although I do have a cousin who left her husband for a younger man (would you believe, a black man!), but they were divorced by the time they hooked up, and the last thing I wanted was losing my marriage that way . . .

But the temptation was growing. I couldn’t shake it off or let it go. Whenever I drive to work, or when I go shopping, I’d catch sightings of white women sauntering about, looking happy and proud next to black men. Even when I observed white couples together, I’d focus instead on the wife and try picturing her cheating on her man, having a black lover on the side, and wondering if her husband knew. I’d go online and visit numerous adult sites and read testimonials from white women claiming they had fucked black men and of how great the sex is. Some even declared that their husbands had helped with setting them up together and of how their lovers have turned their men into willing submissive and now the three of them were living the typical cuckold life.

I wondered if this was the same feat my husband wants for us.

As much as I don’t want anything to endanger my marriage, I can’t help feeling more and more curious about this temptation and what sort of pleasures it might hold for us. I can’t quit the persistent dreams of my husband coming home to find me in the arms of another man.

What would be his reaction?

Would he get angry or love me even more?

Would he beg the man to climax inside me?

I’ve begun dressing raunchy. I bought myself some thong panties online, including a set of panties with the ‘Queen of Spades’ logo on it. Yes, I’m aware of what the logo denotes and I’m not ashamed of it. A week ago I wore it to bed and my husband pretty much raped me with delight. He asked me how and when I got them and I told him. I came clean with him that night and told him of a guy who worked in the lower section of my office building whom lately has been catching my fancy. Yes, he’s black and he’s married . . . but I don’t care, and he doesn’t appear to either. We have met for coffee so far and flirted innocently but so far nothing. But I’d love to make something of it.

My husband has given me the OK to go ahead. I just love him so much.
Your one luck wife , I also told my wife that I wanted to see her have sex with a bbc . But say she doesn’t want to ruin our marriage. Have you had sex yet?
 
It's always better if the wife and her husband love and respect each other. In fact, I will not go behind a husband's back to be with his wife. It's especially sexy and fun when there are no inhibitions and everyone is open and comfortable. If the husband/boyfriend wants to join in, that's cool. If they want to watch, I'm into that, too. Nothing like hot and passionate sex with a woman who has a clear mind and soul. You don't get that sneaking around someone's back. Clear your mind and let me know what you want! I get off watching and feeling you getting off as you grab my back or clutch the sheets while you're moaning and dripping wet!
 
It's always better if the wife and her husband love and respect each other. In fact, I will not go behind a husband's back to be with his wife. It's especially sexy and fun when there are no inhibitions and everyone is open and comfortable. If the husband/boyfriend wants to join in, that's cool. If they want to watch, I'm into that, too. Nothing like hot and passionate sex with a woman who has a clear mind and soul. You don't get that sneaking around someone's back. Clear your mind and let me know what you want! I get off watching and feeling you getting off as you grab my back or clutch the sheets while you're moaning and dripping wet!
Great statement, you are one in a million ,I have only found a handful of guys like you and they are keepers , Kim xxx
 
I love my husband and he is so accepting to my desire for black cock or any cock i fancy , like to time we were in Paris , I had seen a studio who took erotic photos for women , made an appointment for the following day , he was very nice , an Egyptian, we talked about what I wanted , it’s for my husbands birthday I would like to give him me in sexy underwear, he gave me some outfits and we started , it was fun and I was getting wet , he asked if I wanted some risqué photos as well , smiling I removed my clothes , this caused him to place me in different positions and I noticed he was getting an erection , it just grew and grew , as he came to show me another position I could not help my self , I touched his cock , he stood still , I undid his fly and pulled out a huge thick cock with the best foreskin I have ever seen , he stepped forward as I opened my mouth , it was lovely his cock tasted so nice , I licked his head tasting pre cum and tongued his foreskin , he pushed it as far as he could , gagging but enjoying and stretching my jaw wide but loving feeling him , then he put me on all fours and fucked me it wasn’t long before he was about to cum , but wanted to taste him so I got of his cock turned and sucked him till he blew , dressed he thanked me as I left , the only thing was I forgot to pay and get my photos .
 
Theresa'S CONFESSION continues . . .

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It was a numbing surprise to receive a response from Master Shango himself.

It was so shocking; I never expected that he would. Not in a million years. I had visited numerous adult forums and, surprisingly, encountered other couples discussing his numerous posts. When I typed his name into my browser, I was stunned to see his multitude of blog articles come up. I combed through his website to peruse his books and collective articles he had penned regarding this cuckold/interracial subject. What regaled me were the ones that emphasised on women embracing their hotwife/Mistress status.

Whatever compelled me to contact him was challenging. I assumed that he wouldn’t dare bother to respond to my messages on BDSMLR. I reasoned that he was bogged down with receiving messages like mine daily and won’t ever find time to respond to me.

Lo and behold, he did!

I was nervous typing the words I sent to him, and I felt immense relief when he responded to my inquiry. I sent him a photo of myself and asked if he thought I was hotwife material. He demanded that I send him more photos showcasing different parts of my body: tits and ass, clothed and unclothed. I selected several juicy photos and emailed them to him. He corresponded back minutes later, saying he liked what he saw. He asked pertinent questions about where I lived, my age and marital status, and if my husband was OK with me writing to him.

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I Would Love to Catch Her Cheating

My name is Timothy, and I am married to the most beautiful angel in the world. Yes, that is how I love to categorise my wife, as an angel.

Anne-Sophie, my wife, loves me with equal amount of affection. We have been married for six years, though we’re yet to start raising a family. Anne-Sophie is a sincere woman, although I can’t help sometimes wish she could display a certain dishonest bone in her body. Really, I would cherish my wife even more if I ever caught her cheating on me.

I know that sounds crazy, especially from a middle-aged husband like myself. I am not implying that anything is wrong with my marriage. Anne and I are tight as partners as we were back when we were mere lovers. We still enjoy having sex, spending ample time in each other’s company, and part of the reason we haven’t declared wanting children yet is so we can enjoy having plenty of fun loving and knowing ourselves as we are now.

Unfortunately, one part of myself that I have not shared with Anne involves my love for watching porn; for me, it’s like a religion. Sure, she has watched porn movies countless times with me, and she does allow me to record several of our sexual escapades so I can playback whenever I’m feeling bored at my job; she has similar videos on her phone, too.

I have been tempted numerous times to show our videos to several of my friends and work buddies, but have not done that yet. I am hoping that by showing her off, I would get some compliments, and who knows, maybe one of my work buddies might comment about wishing I would agree to him coming to fuck her.

Of course, I know Anne-Sophie would never go for that. Don’t go thinking I have not raised the subject with her before. But it is never too late to dream. Every night when we get into bed, I keep wishing some naked man would walk purposely into the room, slip into our bed behind Anne and get to fucking her, unconcerned about my presence. In my dream, I imagine myself protesting, but then the man (preferably a Black Dom) would wave a finger and order me not to interrupt. I would have no choice but lie there and watch my Anne-Sophie take his cock willingly.

I wonder how many husbands ever have such a dream of wanting to see their wife canoodling with another man? I cannot be the only culprit that thinks this. That imagines that seeing my gorgeous French wife fucking another man would make my ******* boil but in an awesome, fantastic way.

 
"My wife turned sixty at the start of the New Year, and the foremost thing she uttered to me was what she wanted as a birthday gift—her first Black Cock!

That was a shocker to me. Never before did I dare assume that Nat would want to be as audacious as she just admitted to wanting a Black man in bed with her. Sure, we have talked and talked about it for months. We have watched hundreds of interracial porn in bed, and she had asked me plenty of questions, the usual being: Are Black men really that big? What do you think they would do to me if I got to meet one? I doubt they like to fuck older women . . . or what do you think, Bill?

I did my best as any husband would do to ease her mind, to calm her fears, and let her know that for sure, Black men would love to fuck her. To make things real, I even went about downloading any interracial porn I could find of Black men bedding mature-looking women like her. Nat remained skeptical about it. But never did I know she was thinking about it deep until that day in January when she gleefully told me what she wanted."


I am sure they loved her so much!!! And still do!!
 



I know what I am and I’m not ashamed to admit it:

I am a black cock whore. Certified, with ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoo and documentations to prove it.

Although I am married, but my husband has no say in what I’ve become—in fact, he approves it—

He, too, is an indentured slave. We’re both loyal and dedicated to our Black Master, the man who owns us.

Our Black Master is ruler of our household — house keys, credit cards, and paperwork.

We are his playthings—our will is to commit to our Reparations servitude.

My Master loves it when I kneel and bow before his presence. He prefers me with bare minimum of clothing, especially to see his name — SHANGO’S PROPERTY — tattooed on my butt cheek. I never hesitate when it comes to worshipping his cock. I usually allow him to get comfortable before coming to him on my hands and knees.

I obey his every command, anything to please his dominant power over us. My husband and I cater to his every whim, knowing that to please him is the ultimate pleasure for us both.

My Master fucks me however he wants, wherever or whenever, I never complain, nor do I demand that he stops. He has talked about wanting to breed me, telling me that he can’t wait for when my belly will become heavy with his seed. My husband hasn’t a say in the matter, although I know that he, too, is looking forward to such happening.

I am not the same woman as I once was before we hooked up with Master Shango. I once was a typical southern housewife who works in a bank, loves my husband, and enjoys spending weekends with my best friends. My husband and I have a lovely marriage, but I never would have known that things were unsettled between us.

My husband desired something more for me, and I, too, wanted something similar but couldn’t vividly express it. The day my life changed was one evening at a friend’s home, when after several glasses, she revealed a secret that I had no idea about. According to her, she had wanted to share it with me but didn’t know how; neither our other friends knew about it, and she was entrusting me with the secret, to which I agreed not to utter a word to the others. It had to do with her and her husband being swingers. They had this party that they regularly partook in with other people around wherein their husbands allowed them, the wives, to have fun with other men while they husbands watched.

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I love my husband.

My husband is the light of my life. We have a productive marriage that has born us lovely *******. We have had our share of ups and downs, but tell me who hasn’t.

For the past couple of months though, something has been creeping into my marriage. Something I never before foresaw. Some eerie temptation and I’m confused of what to do about it.

It started with my husband. One night we lay in bed ******* with the house to ourselves. We were indulging in some kinky foreplay. He was fucking me with one of my dildos when suddenly he said something I never before thought I would hear from him.

He wanted me to have sex with another man. Not just any man; he specifically wanted me to fuck a black man!

The sex left my head when he mentioned that and I looked at him strange. Why? For what reason?

I asked him these questions. He gave me weird, vague responses. Just kept saying he’d always wanted to see me in bed with another man, and that it would improve our marriage a lot more.

We loved watching porn together. He enjoyed ones that featured group sex and interracial couples making out with each other. Yes, I’m aware of cuckold porn. But never did it occur to me before then that he was attracted to such so bad that he wanted me to indulge in similar stuff. Never did I realise until then that such cuckolding actions were carried out by real life couples out there. Believe me, I discovered plenty when I began researching on it my self. It bothered me to think that my darling husband wasn’t the only married man out there considering such.

He demanded an answer and I said no. Days later he demanded again and still I told him no way. Why was he so relentless about it? I never got a straight-forward answer from him; always he blushed with embarrassment whenever I confronted him with the question.

Months went by and we seldom raised the subject at all. We even stopped watching porn for a while, at least together. He would creep out of the room late at night while the ******* were in bed and go slot in a porn DVD downstairs. A couple of times I woke up not to find him in bed and went downstairs and found him masturbating to porn. My only fear was that the ******* never find out, and thankfully so far they haven’t. He never raised the topic again and I never bothered to inquire any further.

I thought that would be the end of it. I mean, it should have ended right there and then, don’t you think?

Well, to my surprise, the thought remained stuck in my head since. No matter how had I tried not to think about it, explicit images kept flooding my mind. I’d see myself in a bar laughing and flirting with a stranger while my husband sat somewhere farther spying on us. I’d feel my hand over the man’s crotch. I’d feel his penis come hard from my touch. Then he’d leaned forward and start kissing the side of my neck without trying to stop him. I’d glance over at my husband and catch him looking at me. I would sit there expecting he would rush over and pull us apart, except in my dreams he never did. He just stood there watching . . . smiling while he did.

Could you imagine the sort of predicament I was in? I couldn’t dare raise this dilemma with my friends for fear of what they might think . . . although I do have a cousin who left her husband for a younger man (would you believe, a black man!), but they were divorced by the time they hooked up, and the last thing I wanted was losing my marriage that way . . .

But the temptation was growing. I couldn’t shake it off or let it go. Whenever I drive to work, or when I go shopping, I’d catch sightings of white women sauntering about, looking happy and proud next to black men. Even when I observed white couples together, I’d focus instead on the wife and try picturing her cheating on her man, having a black lover on the side, and wondering if her husband knew. I’d go online and visit numerous adult sites and read testimonials from white women claiming they had fucked black men and of how great the sex is. Some even declared that their husbands had helped with setting them up together and of how their lovers have turned their men into willing submissive and now the three of them were living the typical cuckold life.

I wondered if this was the same feat my husband wants for us.

As much as I don’t want anything to endanger my marriage, I can’t help feeling more and more curious about this temptation and what sort of pleasures it might hold for us. I can’t quit the persistent dreams of my husband coming home to find me in the arms of another man.

What would be his reaction?

Would he get angry or love me even more?

Would he beg the man to climax inside me?

I’ve begun dressing raunchy. I bought myself some thong panties online, including a set of panties with the ‘Queen of Spades’ logo on it. Yes, I’m aware of what the logo denotes and I’m not ashamed of it. A week ago I wore it to bed and my husband pretty much raped me with delight. He asked me how and when I got them and I told him. I came clean with him that night and told him of a guy who worked in the lower section of my office building whom lately has been catching my fancy. Yes, he’s black and he’s married . . . but I don’t care, and he doesn’t appear to either. We have met for coffee so far and flirted innocently but so far nothing. But I’d love to make something of it.

My husband has given me the OK to go ahead. I just love him so much.
Congrats!
You Hubby Loves you and wants you to experience BBC....there is nothing wrong with that. But....You have to want this for yourself.....do it for YOU.
 
The evolution of a housewife into becoming a hotwife begins with her accepting her urge and desire for a black cock, and making her husband give her the freedom to follow her true sexual nature from start to being Black-Bred.

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and the final moment of no return ... when, after exhausting her with his relentless full strokes of his pussy stretching cock he finally take his own pleasure and shoots his seed deep inside
 
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