Let’s talk about our wives going out for a night on the town. How does it work for you? What does she wear? What happens when she comes home?
I’ve written a brief description of how it has typically worked for us. And I’ve added a couple of pics from the archives of my wife’s adventures.
For me, my wife going out at night is one of the horniest things. It’s obvious from how she prepares if she is planning on getting laid. If I know about it in advance, I help to get her ready or have input into what she is going to wear. Other times she tells me she is going out and I can see it’s not just a casual drink with a couple of friends because she looks smokin’ hot!
I will usually drop her off in the city (although when the kids were young, she would get a taxi) and then it is home to wait and wank, which is a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Sometimes she sends me a few texts but mostly after 11pm I don’t get anything.
The next part involves a time frame of 3am to 8 am. If I have managed to drift off to sleep, I am jolted awake by the sound of a taxi pulling up, and I rush to the window to see her getting out of the taxi, looking dishevelled, and walking drunkenly towards the front door. The darkness, punctuated by the dull glow of a nearby streetlight, shields her from any neighbour that may be curious.
But then there are the times that she doesn’t get home until after daybreak. When the taxi arrives at 8am and she gets out, still dressed in her clubbing gear, it’s hard to hide what has happened. I’m sure the neighbours must have guessed at her promiscuity…
For me, the prospect of others knowing is both pinnacle of excitement and the absolute depths of terror.
But the cost – the lack of sleep, the angst, the prospect of being found out etc – is inconsequential compared to the reward of what happens when she gets inside: her dishevelled state, the smell of alcohol, sweat and semen, the kissing of her adulterous lips, freeing her big tits that are still puffy from being sucked…and parting her pussy lips and feeling and tasting the salty seed of her lover.
Finally, there is the story she tells. I enter her easily, my cock coated with the silky remnants of his ejaculation. Despite my best efforts to hold on, she quickly milks me of my seed, and I collapse beside her to enjoy the post-fucking intimacy that only a cuckold experience can bring.
Here’s a couple of pics. The first two are before she went out to go clubbing. The last one is a pic I snapped of her coming in the door after sunrise. I know what the neighbours would have thought! 😊
And, yes, she did have a pussy full of semen! 😊
I’ve written a brief description of how it has typically worked for us. And I’ve added a couple of pics from the archives of my wife’s adventures.
For me, my wife going out at night is one of the horniest things. It’s obvious from how she prepares if she is planning on getting laid. If I know about it in advance, I help to get her ready or have input into what she is going to wear. Other times she tells me she is going out and I can see it’s not just a casual drink with a couple of friends because she looks smokin’ hot!
I will usually drop her off in the city (although when the kids were young, she would get a taxi) and then it is home to wait and wank, which is a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Sometimes she sends me a few texts but mostly after 11pm I don’t get anything.
The next part involves a time frame of 3am to 8 am. If I have managed to drift off to sleep, I am jolted awake by the sound of a taxi pulling up, and I rush to the window to see her getting out of the taxi, looking dishevelled, and walking drunkenly towards the front door. The darkness, punctuated by the dull glow of a nearby streetlight, shields her from any neighbour that may be curious.
But then there are the times that she doesn’t get home until after daybreak. When the taxi arrives at 8am and she gets out, still dressed in her clubbing gear, it’s hard to hide what has happened. I’m sure the neighbours must have guessed at her promiscuity…
For me, the prospect of others knowing is both pinnacle of excitement and the absolute depths of terror.
But the cost – the lack of sleep, the angst, the prospect of being found out etc – is inconsequential compared to the reward of what happens when she gets inside: her dishevelled state, the smell of alcohol, sweat and semen, the kissing of her adulterous lips, freeing her big tits that are still puffy from being sucked…and parting her pussy lips and feeling and tasting the salty seed of her lover.
Finally, there is the story she tells. I enter her easily, my cock coated with the silky remnants of his ejaculation. Despite my best efforts to hold on, she quickly milks me of my seed, and I collapse beside her to enjoy the post-fucking intimacy that only a cuckold experience can bring.
Here’s a couple of pics. The first two are before she went out to go clubbing. The last one is a pic I snapped of her coming in the door after sunrise. I know what the neighbours would have thought! 😊
And, yes, she did have a pussy full of semen! 😊