My first time as a bull
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Posted:Dec 1, 2017 9:38 pm
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A lot of people have asked me how I got into the lifestyle. Honestly, it was never my idea.
I used to be in the military. It was late 2006 and everyone was deploying for 12-15 months, coming back for 12-18, and deploying again. I was single and a friend of mine who I'd known for a couple of years was married to his wife of a year at my same duty station. He was about to deploy for 15 months while my unit wasn't set to deploy for a year. James was clean cut, with a frat boy look, about 5'9" and 175 pounds.
He invited me over for dinner one Saturday night and his wife made us some phenomenal chicken parmesan. This wasn't really unusual at all, as I had dinner or drinks at their place at least once or twice a month. After dinner, we retreated to the living room for some drinks and I sat on the couch; my friend sat with me on the other side and his wife sprawled out on the love seat across the room.
My friend kind of fidgeted with his beer label nervously and said, "Hey man, I'm really glad you'll be around when I'm gone... I really need someone to look after Beth." That's not her real name, but we'll just her that for now. Beth was a petite girl. She had dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and still had just the faintest evidence of freckles that were fading as she hit 23. She was barely over 5' tall and probably weighed 110 after Thanksgiving dinner.
"Yeah, man, I replied, shrugging it off. Anything she needs, you know I'm just right down the street. I'll bring my toolbox over when she clogs the garbage disposal." I honestly thought he was just talking about taking care of "manly" chores around the house.
"Yeah," he said. "I mean, it'll be nice knowing you can keep her safe too." He got up and went to the kitchen to get another drink. His wife came over and sat on the couch with me. She pulled her knees up underneath her as she faced me. "Look, James is kind of beating around the bush here, but that doesn't mean he isn't into this. It's his idea."
I looked at her kind of puzzled as he came back and sat in her previous seat on the love seat.
"I'm young," she started again. "I have needs that James can't take care of while he's gone and he wants me to be happy." I looked across the room at James, kind of guessing at what she meant by needs. He nodded to me; not reluctantly - emphatically. Beth started talking again and my gaze jumped back to her. I just realized that she was wearing a pretty low cut top and a skirt; she was normally a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl on the weekend.
"While I know I could head to the local bars every weekend and easily find a half dozen horny soldiers who will satisfy me, I don't want to catch any STDs by sleeping with a bunch of randos, I don't want to risk getting sexually assaulted by putting myself out there too much, and I want to keep some privacy so I don't embarrass James and it doesn't get out that his wife's just a big slut."
I was pretty speechless. "Come on, guys," I stammered. "Get out of here."
James leaned forward. "Chris, I want you to fuck my wife while I'm gone." My mouth opened a bit and I tried to laugh in case they were still joking. I looked at Beth and she slowly reached over and unbuckled my belt. I was frozen in my seat as I watched her fingers pop the button on my pants and unzip my fly. She reached through the hole in my boxers and grabbed my cock, which was rock hard at this point, and pull it up through my boxer fly. I couldn't look away from what was happening in my lap and I watched her lick her lips, flip her pony tail back, and lower her mouth onto the tip, slowly swirling her tongue around my head before slowly gliding her lips down the rest of the shaft, pulling me all the way into her throat. I quickly looked over at James and he smiled and give me a head nod. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Beth swirled her tongue around my head again, sucking in and out for another minute or two.
Suddenly, I felt cold air on my cock and looked down as she placed her left hand on my shoulder. With her right hand gripping the base of my cock, she swung her leg over me and quickly guided her pussy down onto me and slid down the full length, moaning as she reached the bottom and my cock pressed up against her cervix.
She began to ride me, moaning with every thrust, and grabbed my hands and pulled them up under her blouse and placed them on her tits. I began to massage them as she rode faster and faster. I started to match her thrusts until her breath got caught in her throat, she gave a little squeak, and then started panting faster and faster. Her pussy started to clinch around my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer and began gushing deep inside her. We sat entwined in each other, my cock still involuntarily jumping inside her, causing her to quiver each time.
Suddenly, I looked up. James wasn't there. I saw a movement in the corner of my eye and he was walking back into the living room. He reached out and handed me a beer as Beth slowly pulled herself off of me, the evidence of our transgression dripping down the inside of her thigh.
I tucked my cock back into my pants and redid my belt. Beth, on the other hand, took the opportunity to pull her top off and lounge back against the arm of the couch. I think she was relieved that the tension was behind us and now she didn't see any point in being modest with her husband and her fill-in lover in the room.
I took a long pull on my beer and finally looked back at James. "So?" he said. "Can I count on you?"
I looked over at Beth as she bit her lip and slowly circled a finger around of her nipples, which her bra could not keep from poking out. I looked back at James. "Yeah," I said, "whatever you need, man." With a giant smile on my face.
Beth let out a little shriek and bounced off the couch and into my lap, giving me a hug and pressing my face into her cleavage. She pulled back and bent over, passionately kissing my neck and then giving it a little bite. Then she ran over to James and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him and kissed him deeply as she ran her fingers through his hair. She broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, but I still heard it from where I was sitting: "I love you. And I'm going to miss you."
"Same," he said. "But you're in good hands..."
To be continued...
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The Reluctant Hotwife
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Posted:Apr 27, 2017 9:22 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2018 10:31 am
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I'm sometimes asked by men who are interested in sharing their wives how to get the ball rolling. Some have even broached the subject with their significant other, but maybe they thought it was a joke or they got an interested, but not an enthusiastic response. I've coached a few through this scenario and can share the number one key to success: EMPATHY.
As a disclaimer, I'm not advocating a husband or boyfriend to force or otherwise coerce his wife or girlfriend into anything that they don't want to do. Non-consensual sex is wrong in all circumstances. I interview husbands prior to helping them to make sure that their wives are willing but just need encouragement, versus flat out against being a hotwife.
Place yourself in a woman's shoes, if you can. American society is relatively prudish and you're asking her to "be a slut." You're asking her to subject herself to ridicule and the feelings of guilt that we unfairly hurl at our women for simply enjoying sex and intimacy, especially if anyone ever found out about your arrangement. She also may not know if you're just trying to test her. Are you asking her if she's interested in sleeping with another person because you think she is or because you're just searching for a compliment and some security? Should she say, "No, you're the only person who can and will ever satisfy me sexually," because she doesn't want to hurt your feelings when deep down, she's gotten a little bored and is interested in something new and exciting?
In my experience, many wives are loyal to their husbands and are reluctant to admit to them that they're interested in anyone else for fear of hurting feelings or falling into a trap. They need to be reassured that it's ok to have these feelings (if they do) and that you (the husband) want her to be happy. Some husbands also need to be careful of objectifying their wives too much; some see the act of sharing her as a power move, like they can treat her like an object as a way of showing off to their friends. I typically steer clear of these couples unless the wife clearly enjoys the dom/sub relationship. My favorite couples are the ones where the husband recognizes that there is either a mismatched sex drive, he has some degree of sexual dysfunction, or he travels a lot and is leaving his wife unsatisfied and wants her to be fulfilled, but also wants to make sure that she is safe. Some of my favorite couples have been those where the husband traveled every couple of weeks and I filled in as the surrogate, keeping her happy at home so he can rest easy on the road.
Clearly, the best situations are beneficial for all parties. The husband knows his wife is sexually satisfied and no longer feels anxiety performance or guilt about not being able to keep her sexually happy; the wife is satisfied and, since she has the permission of her husband, doesn't have to feel the guilt or shame associated with sleeping with multiple men; and I'm happy, because, well, who wouldn't be? 
So all that to say, the key to alleviating the reluctance of a new and nervous hotwife is empathy and permission. I have talked to other bulls who have made and shared their mistakes that caused terrible experiences and most of them boil down to poor communication, failure to set ground rules and boundaries, and failure to create an environment where everyone receives permission to act. To illustrate the permission to act piece, I'll tell you about my first reluctant hotwife and how we made her first experience amazing.
Her husband found me here on LesbianPersonals nearly 10 years ago. After exchanging some messages and talking over the phone, I understood what he was looking for. He was relatively small. I never saw for myself, but he claimed to be a little over 3". He felt very selfish because whenever he made love with his wife, he could tell she never came. He had overheard his wife talking to one of her friends about how she missed having an "earth shattering vaginal orgasm while being pounded." He got up the courage to ask her if she was satisfied and if she was interested in being shared with someone else who was more endowed and she laughed it off and assured him that he "rocked her world." But he knew it wasn't true and pressed on a bit, admitting that he felt like she was never satisfied with him and he felt really guilty about it (*Hint* Good communication). He told her that he wanted her to be happy and would rather she be sexually satisfied by someone he knew, rather than have her constantly unhappy or, at worst, end up being tempted by a stranger.
She wasn't really sold on it, but he could tell that she was just trying really hard not to hurt his feelings. A perfect opportunity came up while I was talking to him about their issues. His wife had been complaining of some soreness in her back. I told him to tell her that he had booked a masseuse to come to the home to help loosen her up and we made a date for that weekend, mid-afternoon. I showed up in khaki shorts and a polo shirt, carrying a massage table and bag of oils. We set up the table in their guest room (the husband revealed that he wasn't comfortable immediately sharing their actual bed - *HINT* ground rules). I interviewed the wife and asked her about her trouble spots and if there were any areas I should avoid, past surgeries, current severe injuries, etc. It was all very professional. I asked her to go ahead and disrobe, lay on the table, and drape herself as she felt comfortable while I left the room. Her husband remained (at my earlier request) in the guest room in a Lazy Boy in the corner reading. He was key to her receiving permission and his presence was very purposeful. He simply opened up a book while she got on the table, nude, draping the sheets over her butt.
I came back in the room, put on some relaxing music, oiled my hands, and began to massage, working from her neck to her lower back. At her lower back, I skipped down to her calves and began to work my way back up each leg. As I got to the top of her hamstrings and let my fingers ever so slightly linger toward her inner thighs, I felt her open her legs, ever so slightly. On the outside of her legs, I allowed my hands to venture slowly up the sides of her butt under the sheet to test her willingness to continue. She made no objection to me massaging beneath the draping, so I began to work my way from the sides of her butt to her butt itself, massaging it deeply with my thumbs, with each knead, pulling her cheeks up and slightly apart before they quickly returned to their original position. This was the first time that she signed.
With one hand under the drapery continuing to massage her ass, my right hand moved down to her right thigh, where I continued to massage her hamstring. I felt her legs open up more, allowing me to work higher on her inner thigh. I was massaging her inner thigh and ass, just two inches from her pussy, when she slowly raised her head up and turned to look at her husband, who was watching everything. He gave her a slight smile and raised his book back up to continue reading (another thing I coached him on beforehand) and she put her head back down and almost immediately tilted her pelvis to raise her ass another inch and a half in the air and opened her legs just enough for me to be able to massage all the way to her pussy without running into the other leg. The final two pieces of permission had just been given, from husband to wife and from wife to me.
I let my fingers run along the lips of her shaved pussy and she let out an involuntary moan and tried to grind back into my fingers. My fingers were still slick from massage oil and I lubricated the outside of her pussy before venturing a finger in between her lips, slowly searching circling towards her clit. By this point, she was panting loudly and moaning every time my finger made contact. I continued to slowly rub her pussy as her own lubrication mixed in with my massage oil and everything was slippery; I rubbed everything from her clit to her anus and everything in between. She was so concentrated on my right hand, she hadn't noticed that my left had stopped massaging her ass and had unbuttoned my shorts and slipped my shorts and boxers to the ground, allowing me to step out of them. By this point, her ass was nearly a foot in the air, she was gyrating her hips into my hand and she had already had one orgasm on my fingers. As I stepped toward the head of the table I motioned her to flip over and she quickly complied. Suddenly, my cock, more than twice as big as her husband's, was a mere two inches from her face as my hands left her pussy and began working up her stomach toward her tits.
She immediate grabbed the base of my cock with her hand, tilted her head back, and slid it into her mouth, swallowing the whole thing within three tries while I began massaging her tits. It was clear that she had sucked on big cock before and missed it. I had to fight the suction she generated to pull out of her mouth and walk to the foot of the bed, where I grabbed her by the thighs with her legs in the air and picked up all 115 pounds of her, sliding her all the way to the edge of my massage table. I placed my cock on top of her pussy and the tip extended up past her belly button. She reached between her legs shifted her pelvis in the air, pushing the tip of my cock down. As soon as the tip cleared the front lip, my whole cock plunged in to the hilt and she let out a low-pitched moan as I felt her pussy involuntarily clinch down on my cock four or five times. I slowly started fucking her and when her eyes came back from behind her eyelids, she propped herself up and stared at my cock as it came all the way out and plunged all the way into her pussy. She was riveted by the sight. I started picking up speed and she started to moan louder. I spread my legs a bit and went faster and my balls started slapping up against her ass. I was still coming almost all the way out and thrusting all the way in and she was perfectly matching my thrusts, not too much to where my cock pops all the way out and we have to stop, but enough so it wasn't like fucking an inanimate object. I grabbed onto her legs and began to fuck her as fast as I could. She suddenly pulled her hands off the edge of the table and hooked them around the back of my neck so she could keep herself up and still watch as my cock pumped in and out. I started to feel her pussy clinching down on my cock again as she started to scream and I started cumming.
She finally collapsed back on the table, arms above her head, tits pointing straight up, panting, as my cock continued to involuntarily jump inside her, causing her to quiver in response. Her husband quietly got up from the chair, walked around the table and bent down, kissing his wife deeply as she kissed him back. He pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and told her that she looked so sexy right now. He left the room as we got cleaned up and dressed. We went downstairs and her husband officially introduced us and let her know that, yes, as she suspected, we had planned this. Thus began a very satisfying, year plus relationship with the couple I'll refer to in this blog as "The Hendersons."
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