You Wanted This

The way she looks at him. How he caresses her face. Without saying a word, you can tell how much she wants your husband. After 6 months of dating each other, they finally agreed to let you watch. As you stand in the doorway of your bedroom, witnessing the obvious love and desire she has for your husband, and the loving affection of his touch on her skin, you start doubting whether or not you really want to see the man you love, fucking another woman. She is everything that you have fantasized about since the first time you imagined your husband fucking another woman. She’s younger than you, she is stunningly beautiful, and she is in better shape than you. The one thing you did not consider is the emotional connection there would be between your husband and the woman who made all of your cuckquean fantasies a reality. Now this beautiful 20 year old woman is kneeling in front of your husband looking up at him, almost begging him with her eyes to taste his cock in her mouth. He tenderly brushes her hair away from her face as he smiles at her and gently pushes her head towards his throbbing hard cock.

It is with a great need and desire to satisfy and please your husband that she gently takes the length of him into her mouth. A soft moan escapes over his lips and his legs tremble as her young mouth skillfully worships his cock, feeding his desire for her. Jealousy consumes you, but at the same time you feel an uncontrollable urge to rub your pussy. Your husband’s breathing quickens as she slides his cock in and out of her mouth faster and faster. He is moaning loudly now and grabs the back of her head and pushes himself all the way down her throat as he sprays his seed down into her belly. She is careful to swallow every single drop of his cum. He pulls her up, holds her in his arms, looks deeply into her eyes, and kisses her passionately as you watch.

You hear him tell her that he needs to taste her as he gently lays her on your bed. He spreads her legs and kneels down between them and slowly licks the juices running from her pussy.

She is soon thrusting her hips to meet his tongue which provides her with an orgasm that leaves her body trembling and your husband’s cock harder than ever. After being denied your own orgasm for 6 months you can feel the juices running down the inside of your thigh. Although you desperately want to touch yourself you know that you are not allowed. You continue to watch in agony, desperately wanting to feel your husband’s cock inside your pussy as you watch him please another woman. He is giving her all the pleasure that you were once entitled to. He gets on the bed beside her and she slowly climbs on top and straddles him, burying his cock deep inside her wet pussy.

They never break eye contact as she slowly starts moving up and down your husband’s thick rod. You can see the lust in their eyes that they have for each other. What turns you on more than anything is seeing your husband’s wedding ring as he holds another woman and makes love to her. Their rhythm gradually increases and the sounds of ecstasy become louder and louder until he holds her on to him and empties his balls deep inside her fertile womb.

The two of you had not discussed the possibility of him getting another woman pregnant, but even that thought makes your pussy ache with need even more than it did before. You beg your husband to allow you to touch yourself and have an orgasm. He kisses his young lover and looks over you. He instructs you to get a warm Rag and a towel and to clean them so that they don’t have to get out of bed. He then tells you to sleep in the guest room and forbids you to touch yourself. As you lay in the guest bed, alone, listening to your husband make love to her the rest of the night, all you can think to yourself is, “This is what I wanted.”

You Love It

You obsess about the idea of your man having sex with another woman. It’s all you think about. It distracts and consumes you. It makes your pussy wet. You’ve played out hundreds of scenarios in your mind. Walking in and seeing your husband’s cock in another woman’s mouth. The look on his face. You are the furthest thing from his mind.

But that doesn’t matter to you. The only thing that matters is his pleasure, and she is providing that for him now. He is completely into her. Each moan that crooses his lips makes your pussy ache. You watch him as he is about to taste her sweet juices. It’s his turn to fill her body with pleasure, and there’s nothing you want more. She arches her back when she feels his tongue flicker on her clit. It takes her breath away…and yours too.

You reach down and rub your pussy as he brings her to her first climax. He lifts his head from between her legs and his face is covered in her wetness. His dick is so hard and precum hangs from the tip.

You love this. Everything about it. You can almost taste his cum, but it’s not for you tonight. Tonight he is going to spread her legs and rub his cock up and down her pussy, teasing her clit before finally sliding it inside her tight pussy.

They both moan loudly. They look so good together. They move in unison. It’s almost like this isn’t their first time. Maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s just the first time you’re seeing them. There’s so much passion.

Their bodies are so close. They have truly believe one person. The range of emotions you experience is endless. Rage, anger, jealousy, lust, desire, envy, excitement, love, arousal. You want to be the one he’s fucking, but you know he’s far more aroused by her. She even allows him to fuck her ass. Not only allows it, but begs him.

She rises her ass and takes his entire cock. He’s always wanted anal sex. She’s giving him everything he wants. You rub your pussy faster, but you only edge. You husband doesn’t like you to have orgasms. That takes away from his pleasure. You keep watching, loving them both. Loving what’s happening. His pleasure, her pleasure. Your denial. Their pace picks up. He’s going to cum. You rub your pussy and pinch your nipples, finding it difficult to hold back your own orgasm. You watch as they both cum.

He unloads his seed deep inside her pussy. He stays inside her for minutes, kissing her tenderly. They are quietly talking. What are they saying? Smiles. Laughing. More kissing. Then he lays behind her, carressing her body. Loving her. Looks like you’ll be sleeping on the couch.

Who I Am, If You Care

When someone follows me, I always go to their blog hoping they will have something written about themselves in the bio section. I very much enjoy reading and learning something about the person who found me interesting enough to follow. Because of this, I have decided to write about me, if you’re interested. Just to warn you, I’m a woman, so by nature, I’m crazy. Here are my many layers.

I am 48 but I look like I’m about 38. I am married. We have been together for 10 years. I have 5 children ages 11-29. I have a mom body and I’m proud. I’m not thin by any means, but I’m also not obese. I am tall.

I have also been blessed with 4 grandchildren. My family is the most important thing in my life besides my faith in God. I pray daily. I do random acts of kindness whenever possible and always pay it forward.

My husband

He is the sexiest and most beautiful man in the world in my eyes. He is gentle but in the bedroo., he is a beast. We have been married almost 18 months but have been together 10 years. I won’t say that he completes me because I’m already a complete person but he definitely adds so much color and happiness to my life. He loves me unconditionally. He encourages and inspires me.

My friends say it’s sickening listening to me talk about my husband and that I sound like a school girl talking about her crush. I can’t help it. He still gives me butterflies after all these years. He is a truly humble man and has more integrity than anyone I’ve ever known.

My husband, standing by the lake at our local state park. This was a cool, brisk November morning.

I love him completely, which is why I find it completely baffling that there’s nothing I want more than for him to have sex with other women and tell me how much he prefers them to me. (I told you I was crazy.) I have a burning desire to watch him please and be pleased by another woman. I want to watch him give other women what I am denied. The one thing he wants most is for me to have sex with other men while he watches. I practice orgasm denial. My next orgasm date is May 26th, (although i secretly hope that my husband never lets me have another orgasm!), unless I can find a man to have sex with me. The problem is that the man I want to have sex with lives on the other side of the ocean. I met him here on Tumblr and I call him my sweet man.

Maryland

The beautiful Chesapeake Bay Bridge

Maryland is beautiful. 5 hours separates skiing on a mountain from swimming in the Atlantic ocean. I live in a small town, closer to the mountains than the ocean. Like any town, we have some ugly, but the beauty is overwhelming.

My hometown:

A view of my hometown from a historic landmark.

My Favorite Place

Ireland. By far. The most beautiful place I’ve been. Everything about it. The green, the old world feel, the simplicity, the people, the turquoise color of the ocean.

The western most part of Clare in Ireland. Loop Head lighthouse. The wild Atlantic crashing into the boulders.

We went there for our honeymoon. I had always wanted to see the Cliffs of Moher. Seeing them for the first time with my husband was a truly emotional, magical, and romantic moment. I will never forget that feeling.

Sunset at the Cliffs of Moher

My Favorites

The color and feel of fall. The peace and tranquility of winter. Deep snow. Dark gray clouds that fill the sky. Heavy rain. Storms. Dark.

Snow covered tree at nighttime

My favorite holiday. Thanksgiving because all of my children come home. We have 4 generations together in one house. I love this more than anything else in life. Christmas is a close second. The feel of Christmas. People are happier and more kind. Why can’t we be like that all the time? I turn into Elf during the Christmas season.

My favorite music. This is hard. Music is so important in my life. My favorite singer is Steve Perry from Journey. A beautiful man with an inspiring voice. I grew up in the 80s so all of the big hair bands are awesome! Whitesnake, Cinderella, Bon-Jovi, Def Leppard . I also enjoy blue grass and country. Chris Cornell, Eddie Vedder (but not Pearl Jam), Ray Lamontagne, Eagles. Pink Floyd for sure. Anything acoustic. Andrea Bocelli, his voice melts my soul.

https://youtu.be/QctoD57aYqw

There’s so many more. The list is endless.

Food: comfort food. Soups. Casseroles. Pizza. My chili. Mexican. No green beans, no seafood, no Chinese.

Sport: American football. Go Cowboys!☆

Exploring and learning. There’s so much I want to do and so many places I would like to visit. Mountains, cliffs, waterfalls, hiking, being in nature, away from people.

Animal: cow

Car: 65-68 Ford Mustang

Coffee: Dunkin Donuts. Plain with cream.

I had the opportunity to visit Maine recently. It has become my 2nd favorite place. It’s breathtakingly beautiful!

My Biggest Pet Peeve

Poor grammar. Please know the difference between there, their, and they’re. Also to, too, and two. Then and than. Since and sense. These are simple mistakes that people make on a daily basis. Come on people, we learn these things in elementary school. Stop being lazy. If you need help in this area, please feel free to send me a message and I will be more than happy to assist you. I wish this didn’t bother me so much because there are many areas in which I fall short, namely math, but there’s just no excuse for poor grammar.

My Fucked Up Brain

I’m a good person. I care deeply about people, I just don’t want to be around them. I love chatting with people on kik or messenger but talking on the phone is torture. I am submissive to my husband. I want him to control everyrhing, as long as he does it the way I want. I have faith in God and I believe in the Bible but I want, and have, an open relationship with my husband. I also worry entirely too much for someone who claims to have faith in God. Someone once told me to breathe in faith and breathe out fear. I have remembered this over the years and use it during times I am feeling anxious about something.

This is one of my favorite pictures from Ireland. The gray sky, crashing waves, and the Cliffs of Moher in the background.

If you’ve taken the time to read this, thank you. Most of the pictures used here are pictures I have personally taken. Please message me and tell me something about yourself!

Peace!

The Graveyard

Jan. 17, 2018

This is a true story of a consensual sex act between 2 consenting adults . I’ve just never taken the time to write it out. I am inspired to do so now by a “friend” I met on Tumblr.

My boyfriend, who is now my husband, and I had been together for under a year. Our relationship was extremely sexual. We both had shared our sexual fantasies with each other from the beginning. I wanted to be taken roughly and against my will. There was something about the thought of being chased down and being forcibly used by a man that greatly aroused me.

Before we got married, we used to go to this little roadside Motel to have sex. On the hill, above the motel, was a graveyard. One night, before he picked me up for our motel date, he told me to wear old clothes that could get ruined. I was baffled, but did as I was told. It was dark when John picked me up. He didn’t say 2 words to me on our way to the motel. It was very strange. As we pulled up to the hotel, he kept going, up the hill which led to the cemetery. I asked him where he was going. He remained silent. He was starting to scare me.

When we got to the top of the hill, John told me to get out of the car and start looking for a place to hide. I thought he had lost his mind. It was dark, cold, and foggy and there was a damp mist in the air. I didn’t move. Once again, he said, “get out of the fucking car and find a place to hide. I’m going to park this car, and then I’m going to hunt your ass down and when I find you, I’m going to use your holes to satisfy my needs, now get out and run, cunt!” He didn’t crack the slightest smile. He was as serious as I’ve ever seen him. I still sat there, in disbelief that he was talking like this to me. Suddenly he got out of the car, walked around to my side, opened the door, and pulled me out, throwing me to the ground. “Run, bitch!” He said as he got back into the car and pulled away.

I got up and started running, looking for a good place to hide. Now it all made perfect sense. Wearing old clothes, John not talking to me in the car, driving to a graveyard. He was going to rape me. After running until I was completely out of breath, I found a tall tombstone to hide behind. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I tried listening for his footsteps but heard nothing. I peaked around the tombstone and didn’t see him. As I was turning back around, I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I screamed and started running.

He chased me. It was so dark that I could barely see where I was going. Then, in the distance, I could see a dim light. It was in front of a mausoleum. As I got closer, I could see steps leading to the building. As I neared the steps, I felt his hands grab me. I lost my footing and fell against the loosely fastened iron handrail, causing it to fall to the ground under me. My hip felt like it was on fire as I landed on top of the rail. I cried out as pain and fear swept over me.

He quickly used rope to tie my wrists together behind my back and then took a brief moment to savor his victory. The look on his face was one of a hunter who has captured his prey. He put his hand over my mouth and told me not to say a word and that if I screamed, he would hit me. Then, he ripped my shirt open and squeezed my breasts so hard that I was sure they would bruise. He was on top of me at this point and was grinding his cock into my groin repeatedly. Then he pulled on my jeans so hard that the button and zipper completely came off. He rolled me onto my stomach, undid his jeans, and forced his erect penis into my ass without the benefit of any lubrication. It hurt so badly that I began to whimper, so he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to his and yelled in my ear for me to shut the fuck up.

He put his mouth up to my ear and said, “I know you like my cock filling your ass.” He was right. I loved having my ass fucked. I felt my pussy begin to get wet, but I continued to struggle. Suddenly, John stopped his assault on me and told me to stand up. He used a knife to cut my shirt off of me, since my hands were bound, and then pulled my jeans and underwear all the way off and left them in a pile on the ground. I was completely naked. He grabbed my head, started pushing me towards the car, opened the door, and pushed me inside. He put a gag on my mouth so he wouldn’t have to hear me cry. He drove down the hill to the motel and parked. He got out, walked around, opened my door, and pulled me out of the car. I protested because I was naked, but he had no sympathy. He said that dirty whores like me didn’t deserve to wear clothes and ordered me to walk across the parking lot to our usual room. To avoid being naked in public any longer than necessary, I obeyed. Once inside, he pushed me to the bed, took the gag off of my mouth and replaced it with his cock. He told me if I bit him, he would cut me, and showed me his knife. I had no choice but to allow him to fuck my mouth. He held it in for so long at one point, that I almost passed out. I had slobber all over me from gagging. I know that this turns him on. He usually blows his load when this happens, but not tonight. Tonight, he refrained, saying that he wasn’t finished with me yet. He grabbed my hair and forced me to the dresser, where there was a full sized mirror. John had stuck a dildo to the mirror and told me to suck it while he fucked me. He pushed me over so that I was bent over on the dresser, head right next to the mirror, dildo in my mouth. I could feel the juice from my pussy running down my legs. John loved how wet I was for him. He started panting, saying, “only filthy sluts get that wet when they are being fucked like whores.” I felt something being forced into my ass. Then I realized that he had another dildo and was using it to fuck my ass. All 3 of my holes were being used. I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching. John could feel my pussy start to spasm around his cock. He pulled out of me, right as I was about to explode, forced me on my knees, shoved his cock into my mouth, and said, “whores don’t get to cum” as he shot his load down my throat. He had never done that before. He always made sure I came several times before he would consider relieving himself. Although I was upset that I didn’t get to experience an orgasm, I found myself also being curiously aroused at the idea of not having an orgasm. After we cleaned up, John held me close to him and gently rubbed my hair. I thanked him for making yet another fantasy become a reality. When we woke up the next morning, we made love. This time, he allowed me to have many orgasms. When we were getting ready to leave, I realized that I didn’t have any clothes. He left them in the cemetery. John had a smug look on his face and said, “if you’re leaving with me, you’d better get your ass in the car.” It was a little different being naked, in public, in the daylight. I ran across the lot, trying my best to cover myself. When I got to the car, it was locked. John unlocked his door and got in, deliberately leaving me to stand beside the car, naked. It was humiliating. Again though, just as the night before when he denied me my orgasm, I found myself becoming strangely aroused. He finally unlocked the door and let me in. I couldn’t even be angry with him. I loved him. Who knew that 10 years later, our sex life would be even more incredible and just as adventurous. Who knew that as I’m writing this memory, I would be on day 18 without an orgasm!