u/BubblesForTroubles

My real hubby is an incredibly sweet, incredibly busy man, and so if there's anything I have a surplus of, it's FREE. TIME. Now, for those of you who might object, let me stop you: I am the world's most faithful wife in body, but I guess you could say that I'm cursed with a crazy, over-sexed, overly-imaginative... uh... imagination.

I've had a lot of time to think about what turns me on, and so it seems, time to think about what might happen to me and an imaginary hubby if we were to, say.... find ourselves stranded on a desert island.

If you'd like to RP with me, let's talk. I have lots of different scenarios and love new ideas. But just to give you a taste, here's a prompt I can't seem to quit thinking about:

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My hubby Neal and I were having the most amazing time of our lives just laying out on the beach and sipping fruity mini-umbrella-adorned drinks. Or more honesty, -I- was having the most amazing time of -my- life. Soaking up the rays, watching the ocean churn, feeling chills when the men weren't able to control their eyes around me, often unabashedly studying the way my very large, very pale ass glowed with sweat and sunscreen in the tropical sun. My favorite was the one who got caught by his wife or girlfriend or whoever. I casually turned, pretending to look for someone, and confirmed that he was staring directly at my butt, standing not 5 feet away. He got yelled at by his significant other-- slapped by her (he'd tried telling her that it was only natural, in the same breath apologizing to me in a very friendly way). He was embarrassed in front of everybody else who was waiting in line at the cabana.

Such memories of my last day in civilization were fading now.

We've been stranded on this unknown, uninhabited island for over a year. You see, hubby wanted to take a little plane tour that day, and things didn't go well. For more days than a person can keep track of without working clocks or calendars, I've been on this island with my husband and five other men. Two of whom (sadly) lost either a girlfriend or a wife in the violent crash.

I'm 5'6, 130 pounds, very curvy. Milky skin, blue eyes, blond hair. I've got a rear that is huge and (I'm told) very shapely. It's heart-shaped and has just the right balance of firmness to jiggle, or so hubby often said during our courtship. (After four years of married life, there are faint indentations where I might be starting to get small traces of cellulite on the side of my left cheek, but you can only see it when I flex a certain way!)

You might think I'd have tanned in this environment, but after burning myself several times and then changing up my wardrobe to cover more of my body, the men decided it would be fine if my duties were confined to the shade or the meal-prep hut during the hottest hours of daylight. They didn't want me getting heat stroke in those long pants and shirts I'd started wearing to block the sun--short-shorts, swim tops, small tattered things...bikinis...these are much healthier for me, they'd made me come to understand.

How has this island society of six men and one attractive woman evolved? How long would five men be able to live on an island with a beautiful, scantily-clad woman who is painfully (and perhaps ridiculously) married to a husband who she faithfully sleeps next to every night? Who she is annoyingly, insistently faithful to, and who has become increasingly watchful as tensions have grown? How long before people are hiding in the bushes to jerk off as I bathe in the lagoon? Or follow me when I sneak away to what I think is a remote stretch of the beach to pleasure my husband?

I'd like to start this one from a point where survival things and even some amenities have already been conquered. We have fairly nice semi-permanent huts, a clever system to deliver hot showers, some amazing mango hooch that a couple of the boys figured out how to make, reliable cycles of hunting and gathering and feasting. We're surviving quite well, but there is one basic human need that for most of the island, isn't being met.

Painfully so!

The marriage to my husband was sacred and holy and untouchable under the laws and traditions of a society that is but a distant memory to all on this island, and we're all beginning to face the strong possibility that this island will be the final resting place for everyone who climbed aboard that fateful day. If that is true, then why should the laws of a place that no longer has anything to do with us (and that likely never will again) dictate our way of life?

When the men confront me at the open of our RP, it is time to discuss a new order.

My kinks: Cheating, wife sharing, gang bangs, lots of cum and cream pies, anal, humiliation, domination, submission.

Hiya, my name is Aya. I'm a 29 y/o stay-at-home house wife who has lots of cheating fantasies. There are different levels of cheating, though, with different possible consequences. Sometimes I think it would be hot to let a guy think he's about to get lucky and pick up a hot married slut. I let him sidle up, put his hand on my thigh. Put his arm around me. Maybe we kiss, maybe we even make out a little bit. I let him get really worked up. But when he tells me he wants to fuck me, I tell him is there's no way that's actually gonna happen. What I will do though, is go to the bathroom, unoccupied bedroom (if maybe we're at a house party), or the back of his car real quick and drop the back of my way too tight jeans and then let him slip his wet cock up and down between my thick, pale, jiggly ass cheeks until he blows a huge load all over my butt. Obviously he wants to do a lot more than that, but I think when faced with option A: (spend another hour or whatever rolling the dice on another girl just to see where it goes) or option B: (FOR SURE blow a huge load all over a married slut's fat, naked ass), a lot of guys would be like... "Hey... what the hell? Let's do this!"

For me the appeal is the power to slut around wildly with greatly reduced risk of STDs or getting preggo, and with less guilt overall. In a strange way it's like a pass to explore what it would be like being a huge slut with greatly reduced risks of any serious repercussions.

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Kinks: I have lots of really extreme fantasies that involve cheating, gang bangs, trains, anal, guys who like girls with big asses, cum, impregnation, extreme submission, psychological breaking, cuckolding, cuckqueaning, bondage, servitude (domestic duties as well as sexual favors), involuntary orgasms, pet play, forced lesbianism, sweaty bodies, musky sex smells, detailed orgasms, flirting, sexy clothes, public nudity, voyeurism, slow-burn situations, and deep humiliation. I particularly love being forced to degrade, humiliate, bring shame upon, and generally get dirt all over my wedding vows. I love the idea of having no choice but to say and do things that deeply humiliate myself and my husband as a couple, especially when it involves being broken down and forced to give myself over to other men. I like for men to be rough with me.

My real hubby is an incredibly sweet, incredibly busy man, and so if there's anything I have a surplus of, it's FREE. TIME. Now, for those of you who might object, let me stop you: I am the world's most faithful wife in body, but I guess you could say that I'm cursed with a crazy, over-sexed, overly-imaginative... uh... imagination.

I've had a lot of time to think about what turns me on, and so it seems, time to think about what might happen to me and an imaginary hubby if we were to, say.... find ourselves stranded on a desert island.

If you'd like to RP with me, let's talk. I have lots of different scenarios and love new ideas. But just to give you a taste, here's a prompt I can't seem to quit thinking about:

~~~

My hubby Neal and I were having the most amazing time of our lives just laying out on the beach and sipping fruity mini-umbrella-adorned drinks. Or more honesty, -I- was having the most amazing time of -my- life. Soaking up the rays, watching the ocean churn, feeling chills when the men weren't able to control their eyes around me, often unabashedly studying the way my very large, very pale ass glowed with sweat and sunscreen in the tropical sun. My favorite was the one who got caught by his wife or girlfriend or whoever. I casually turned, pretending to look for someone, and confirmed that he was staring directly at my butt, standing not 5 feet away. He got yelled at by his significant other-- slapped by her (he'd tried telling her that it was only natural, in the same breath apologizing to me in a very friendly way). He was embarrassed in front of everybody else who was waiting in line at the cabana.

Such memories of my last day in civilization were fading now.

We've been stranded on this unknown, uninhabited island for over a year. You see, hubby wanted to take a little plane tour that day, and things didn't go well. For more days than a person can keep track of without working clocks or calendars, I've been on this island with my husband and five other men. Two of whom (sadly) lost either a girlfriend or a wife in the violent crash.

I'm 5'6, 130 pounds, very curvy. Milky skin, blue eyes, blond hair. I've got a rear that is huge and (I'm told) very shapely. It's heart-shaped and has just the right balance of firmness to jiggle, or so hubby often said during our courtship. (After four years of married life, there are faint indentations where I might be starting to get small traces of cellulite on the side of my left cheek, but you can only see it when I flex a certain way!)

You might think I'd have tanned in this environment, but after burning myself several times and then changing up my wardrobe to cover more of my body, the men decided it would be fine if my duties were confined to the shade or the meal-prep hut during the hottest hours of daylight. They didn't want me getting heat stroke in those long pants and shirts I'd started wearing to block the sun--short-shorts, swim tops, small tattered things...bikinis...these are much healthier for me, they'd made me come to understand.

How has this island society of six men and one attractive woman evolved? How long would five men be able to live on an island with a beautiful, scantily-clad woman who is painfully (and perhaps ridiculously) married to a husband who she faithfully sleeps next to every night? Who she is annoyingly, insistently faithful to, and who has become increasingly watchful as tensions have grown? How long before people are hiding in the bushes to jerk off as I bathe in the lagoon? Or follow me when I sneak away to what I think is a remote stretch of the beach to pleasure my husband?

I'd like to start this one from a point where survival things and even some amenities have already been conquered. We have fairly nice semi-permanent huts, a clever system to deliver hot showers, some amazing mango hooch that a couple of the boys figured out how to make, reliable cycles of hunting and gathering and feasting. We're surviving quite well, but there is one basic human need that for most of the island, isn't being met.

Painfully so!

The marriage to my husband was sacred and holy and untouchable under the laws and traditions of a society that is but a distant memory to all on this island, and we're all beginning to face the strong possibility that this island will be the final resting place for everyone who climbed aboard that fateful day. If that is true, then why should the laws of a place that no longer has anything to do with us (and that likely never will again) dictate our way of life?

When the men confront me at the open of our RP, it is time to discuss a new order.

My kinks: Cheating, wife sharing, gang bangs, lots of cum and cream pies, anal, humiliation, domination, submission.

Hi all, I'm Aya. 28 y/o stay-at-home wife with lots of dark fantasies about submission. I have lots of different scenarios that I'd love to talk about, but right now I'm thinking of one where I go on a camping trip to a remote area with my husband and maybe another couple (or maybe just the two of us).

I'm anxious to try out a canoe we brought along and against warnings not to, decide to take it just a little ways downstream, where I get caught in a current. The seemingly tame river basically turns into a rapids before I know it and I get pulled miles away from our camp before I'm finally able to pull it over to the bank.

I'm walking along, trying to make my way back to camp when I encounter a rough looking group of guys who seem to be survivalists. Hoping they're not hostile until they're too close for me to have much hope of escape, I wind up talking to them...pretending I'm not alone or in nearly so vulnerable of a situation as I actually am. I have lots of ideas how this scene plays out, but I'm thinking it's at this point I'm abducted.

I'd like a slow burn situation where I'm gradually broken down and made into a subservient camp slut. Lots of possibilities also exist with potentially having a girlfriend with me, or with potentially returning to my camp to round up my husband and/or other people on the trip with us.

Kinks: Humiliation, gang bangs, training, anal, ass play, cum play, orgasm control, lots more.

Limits: The usual.

I'd love to hear from anyone who'd like to work on this RP with me or a similar scenario, I've got lots of additional ideas for this one and many others!