u/Charming_Scar1418

After reflecting on all that has happened in my life from being cheated on to stepping out of my comfort zone and now my mind not stopping. There is times where I want to close the door on this person. I have fantasizing for the last few days of being at home and a group of guys, maybe 5 walk in find me in the living room, wearing a a short silky robe underneath some lace purple thong with a matching bra. Sipping on some wine, they all circle me and order me to stand up, the last guy walks in with my husband, he is blindfolded. One of them undoes the robes belt and it falls open exposing my lace undergarments. they take the blindfold off and cover his mouth with it and order him to sit down, they lower to me my knees and they all begin taking there clothes off. they tank the robe off of me and now i have 5 cocks staring at my face, they take control and all take turns on my mouth, me gagging, barely can breathe, tears running down my face. i look over my husband staring seeing his wife he cheated on being manhandled. these men do whatever they want to me all taking turns fucking me, sometimes all 3 holes filled and my hands with the other 2 cocks. I can barely think, i can barely move from being pounded, they all circle me again, laying there breathing heavy, they begin stroking over me and begin to unload huge loads of cumm all over my body. OMG OMG i cant stop thinking about this and it is so hot, i have masterbuated a few times thinking of this.

Hi everyone, I discovered a part of me I did not know existed this weekend and now i cant put the lid back on. I want to be open so feel free to AMA look forward

Hi everyone, last night I went down a rabbit hole and discovered Hot wife, Wow what I have been reading, what I want my husband to see, his wife being used by others sounds so hot. I went to sleep thinking about it and I woke up still thinking about it. I would love to discuss with some wives that are in this lifestyle and get mens perspective as well. This sounds so tempting, so erotic and My mind is all over the place.

Good evening, I am thinking of a trip to Cali and would love to have someone to show me around. This is all new to me as I am finding new things about me and the drinks dont help lol. Lets chat, connect, if you are not scared of a shy girl breaking out of her shell. I hope to her from you.

The change has happened, I dont know if I can close the door, I am home tonight and my mind is wandering, I keep telling myself I am not this person but here I am. I hope you put thought into wht you will say to me. I hope everyone is having a good night.

I (45) honestly still cant believe I did this

I have been going through such a roller coaster ride since the whole incident with my husband cheating on me literally right in front of me. I have gone through crying my eyes out, anger, sadness, locking myself away in my room, not wanting to talk to anybody and just feeling like I didnt even recognize myself anymore. There were days where I would just sit there thinking about everything over and over again, wondering what was wrong with me and how somebody I loved could do that to me. But lately something inside me has changed, I dont know exactly when it happened, but I started getting to the point where my mentality was basically, I dont care anymore. Last night I decided I was tired of sitting around feeling sorry for myself and I went out with some friends (42) and (41) to a bar/club. It was honestly so much fun and I havent really been out since everything happened, so it felt really good to just get dressed, do my hair, have some drinks and laugh again. There was dancing, drinks, laughing, music, just a plain old good time and for a few hours I wasnt thinking about my husband or the cheating or anything else that had been weighing on me.

One of my (41) friends eventually decided she was ready to leave and honestly I didnt want the night to end, so the third one stayed with me. We were sitting at the bar when we were approached by two regular guys (38) (37) who apparently went there often. They were both handsome, average height, I would say around 5'8 or so, and they seemed friendly enough. I was already tipsy as heck by that point and we just started talking. My friend (42) is a wild child and she immediately started making out with the guy she was talking to, which honestly made me laugh because thats just how she is. Me, I was still technically tied to my relationship, so I was being much more reserved. I wasnt planning on doing anything with anybody. I was just there to have fun and forget about my problems for one night. The guy I was talking to and I kept joking around and having great conversation and I had another couple cocktails while he said he was good and had hardly drank anything. I was wearing some black jeans and a white tube blouse, nothing fancy at all but I felt cute that night and maybe that was part of it too, because for the first time in a while I actually looked in the mirror and liked what I saw.

By the time about 45 minutes had passed it was getting late, maybe almost 1 am, and they were getting ready to close. My girlfriend looked at me and asked if it was okay if she took off and if I was going to be alright. We both knew what was probably going to happen with her new catch hahaha, so I told her of course I was good and that I would just Uber home, dont worry about me. The guy I had been spending the evening talking to immediately offered to take me home and said he wasnt drunk, that he had barely had one or two drinks and that I would get home safe with him. I asked him if he was sure and he said yes, so I finished my cocktail and we got ready to leave. As I was sitting there finishing my drink, he casually put his hand on my thigh and I swear that tiny little gesture completely caught me off guard. It was like a spark went through me and suddenly I was very aware of how close he was sitting and how attracted I was to him. I looked at him and he immediately pulled his hand away, almost like he thought I was angry or uncomfortable, and I probably did give him some kind of look because I was shocked at how quickly my whole body reacted. I told him it was okay and finished my drink, and then I looked at him and said, "Are you ready?"

We walked outside toward his car and of course he had parked kind of far away, so apparently I didnt expect to be exercising after drinking lol. We finally got to his SUV, I think it was a Tahoe or something like that, and it was actually really nice and clean. He was a complete gentleman and opened the door for me, which honestly made me feel even more comfortable. I sat there with my heart racing, debating with myself what the heck I was doing and whether I really wanted to take this any further. I definitely didnt want to bring him inside my home and I didnt want to make this into something bigger than it needed to be. He got in, asked me where I was going and I typed my address into his GPS, then we headed off. We continued talking the whole way and the conversation was still great, we were laughing and joking and it felt so easy. I was getting hot sitting there, partly from the drinks and partly from him, and without really thinking about it I reached my hand across the console and touched his thigh. He instantly looked over at me and I just smiled at him. That was one of those moments where neither person really needed to say anything because we both knew exactly what was happening.

When we got to my house I told him we couldnt go inside. I didnt want to bring him into my home and I definitely didnt want to go to a hotel, so we ended up parked on the street in front of my house and it was already after 2 am. Everything was quiet and dark and it felt almost surreal sitting there after everything that had happened that night. We started kissing and OMG, I was on fire. I honestly felt electricity going through me and I couldnt remember the last time I had felt that kind of excitement. It wasnt just about being attracted to him, it was the feeling of being wanted and being noticed and being touched like I mattered. After everything that had happened with my husband, that feeling hit me much harder than I expected. He asked if we should go to the back and I nodded because I was nervous as heck but also incredibly excited. I told him we were not having sex, and I dont even know why I felt like I needed to say it right then, but I needed to set that boundary. He said he understood and we moved to the back, where we started kissing again, and this time everything felt even more intense.

he than began caressing me , giving me goosebumps everywhere . I remember thinking this is crazy, this isnt me, I dont normally do things like this, but at the same time I didnt want him to stop. I had spent so long feeling unwanted and neglected that having somebody focus completely on me was almost overwhelming. I could feel myself becoming more confident with every kiss and every touch, and the nervousness slowly started disappearing by moving closer, and somehow that made the whole thing even more exciting. Things became more intimate and I found myself completely letting go of the woman who had spent so many nights crying alone in her room. For once I wasn’t thinking about what I should do or what somebody else expected from me. I was just feeling everything in the moment, the closeness, the warmth, the kissing, the way his hands moved over me and the way I felt completely desired. It became passionate very quickly and I remember being breathless and almost laughing at myself because I couldn’t believe how far I had allowed the night to go.

 , my hand brushed his groin area, he was so erect,, I began massaging it and then he unbuckled it omg I am going crazy inside. He looked at me and all i did was nod. he took it out and i stared at it it wasnt like huge or but it was so erect, clean shaven and thick, We are kissing more and i asked waht do you want? he put his head behind my head and lowered it down. i didnt fight it i began sucking his cock. it felt amazing invigorating, i was fulfilling the neglect i have had, he was guiding me and than he pulled my head up and said take off your pants, dont worry no sex i know. I did and he began to eat, taste, devour me. omg i was moaning and loving it. he did it so amazing, after a few minutes i was about to orgasm and i was so loud when he made me orgasm. wow wow wow i needed that. he was stroking his thicj cock and i began sucking him again, omg i could feel the pulse,, he was getting close, and he asked where do you want it,, i didnt move off of it, he came so hard so much that it shot in my mouth and began spilling out the sides as i still was sucking him.

Eventually we composed ourselves, fixed our clothes and sat there catching our breath. We talked for a little while and it was almost funny how normal the conversation suddenly became after everything that had just happened. I told him I was going inside and he thanked me for the evening, and I thanked him too. The craziest part of the whole thing was that we didnt exchange any information. No phone number, no social media, nothing. He just got back into his SUV and drove away and I stood there watching him leave, still trying to process what I had just done. I went inside sometime after 2 am and sat there thinking about the entire night, and honestly I couldnt decide whether I wanted to laugh, cry or just shake my head at myself.

But the weirdest part was how good I felt. I didnt feel sad. I didnt feel rejected. I didnt feel like the woman whose husband had humiliated her. I felt alive. I felt feminine. I felt attractive. I felt like somebody actually wanted me and for the first time in a long time I wasnt thinking about what my husband had taken away from me. Maybe thats what I really needed, not necessarily the man himself, but the reminder that I was still in there somewhere. That woman who could laugh, flirt, be spontaneous, be a little reckless and actually enjoy herself was still there. I had just buried her under all the hurt.

Was it reckless? Absolutely. Was it something I ever imagined myself doing? Not in a million years. Did I feel guilty? Maybe a little, but honestly right then I mostly felt relieved. There was something about being naughty and doing something completely outside of the persona I have always had that made me feel almost powerful. I dont know if I will ever see him again and honestly I kind of like that we didnt exchange numbers. There were no expectations, no promises, no complicated conversation afterward. It was just one unexpected night where I let myself stop being the hurt wife for a few hours and just be a woman again.

And I loved it.

I really did.

I still cant believe I am saying that.

What a night or should I say early morning lol.

Thank you for reading my confession. I honestly just had to share it somewhere because I still cant believe this is something I actually did.

 

I (45) honestly still cant believe I did this

I have been going through such a roller coaster ride since the whole incident with my husband cheating on me literally right in front of me. I have gone through crying my eyes out, anger, sadness, locking myself away in my room, not wanting to talk to anybody and just feeling like I didnt even recognize myself anymore. There were days where I would just sit there thinking about everything over and over again, wondering what was wrong with me and how somebody I loved could do that to me. But lately something inside me has changed, I dont know exactly when it happened, but I started getting to the point where my mentality was basically, I dont care anymore. Last night I decided I was tired of sitting around feeling sorry for myself and I went out with some friends (42) and (41) to a bar/club. It was honestly so much fun and I havent really been out since everything happened, so it felt really good to just get dressed, do my hair, have some drinks and laugh again. There was dancing, drinks, laughing, music, just a plain old good time and for a few hours I wasnt thinking about my husband or the cheating or anything else that had been weighing on me.

One of my (41) friends eventually decided she was ready to leave and honestly I didnt want the night to end, so the third one stayed with me. We were sitting at the bar when we were approached by two regular guys (38) (37) who apparently went there often. They were both handsome, average height, I would say around 5'8 or so, and they seemed friendly enough. I was already tipsy as heck by that point and we just started talking. My friend (42) is a wild child and she immediately started making out with the guy she was talking to, which honestly made me laugh because thats just how she is. Me, I was still technically tied to my relationship, so I was being much more reserved. I wasnt planning on doing anything with anybody. I was just there to have fun and forget about my problems for one night. The guy I was talking to and I kept joking around and having great conversation and I had another couple cocktails while he said he was good and had hardly drank anything. I was wearing some black jeans and a white tube blouse, nothing fancy at all but I felt cute that night and maybe that was part of it too, because for the first time in a while I actually looked in the mirror and liked what I saw.

By the time about 45 minutes had passed it was getting late, maybe almost 1 am, and they were getting ready to close. My girlfriend looked at me and asked if it was okay if she took off and if I was going to be alright. We both knew what was probably going to happen with her new catch hahaha, so I told her of course I was good and that I would just Uber home, dont worry about me. The guy I had been spending the evening talking to immediately offered to take me home and said he wasnt drunk, that he had barely had one or two drinks and that I would get home safe with him. I asked him if he was sure and he said yes, so I finished my cocktail and we got ready to leave. As I was sitting there finishing my drink, he casually put his hand on my thigh and I swear that tiny little gesture completely caught me off guard. It was like a spark went through me and suddenly I was very aware of how close he was sitting and how attracted I was to him. I looked at him and he immediately pulled his hand away, almost like he thought I was angry or uncomfortable, and I probably did give him some kind of look because I was shocked at how quickly my whole body reacted. I told him it was okay and finished my drink, and then I looked at him and said, "Are you ready?"

We walked outside toward his car and of course he had parked kind of far away, so apparently I didnt expect to be exercising after drinking lol. We finally got to his SUV, I think it was a Tahoe or something like that, and it was actually really nice and clean. He was a complete gentleman and opened the door for me, which honestly made me feel even more comfortable. I sat there with my heart racing, debating with myself what the heck I was doing and whether I really wanted to take this any further. I definitely didnt want to bring him inside my home and I didnt want to make this into something bigger than it needed to be. He got in, asked me where I was going and I typed my address into his GPS, then we headed off. We continued talking the whole way and the conversation was still great, we were laughing and joking and it felt so easy. I was getting hot sitting there, partly from the drinks and partly from him, and without really thinking about it I reached my hand across the console and touched his thigh. He instantly looked over at me and I just smiled at him. That was one of those moments where neither person really needed to say anything because we both knew exactly what was happening.

When we got to my house I told him we couldnt go inside. I didnt want to bring him into my home and I definitely didnt want to go to a hotel, so we ended up parked on the street in front of my house and it was already after 2 am. Everything was quiet and dark and it felt almost surreal sitting there after everything that had happened that night. We started kissing and OMG, I was on fire. I honestly felt electricity going through me and I couldnt remember the last time I had felt that kind of excitement. It wasnt just about being attracted to him, it was the feeling of being wanted and being noticed and being touched like I mattered. After everything that had happened with my husband, that feeling hit me much harder than I expected. He asked if we should go to the back and I nodded because I was nervous as heck but also incredibly excited. I told him we were not having sex, and I dont even know why I felt like I needed to say it right then, but I needed to set that boundary. He said he understood and we moved to the back, where we started kissing again, and this time everything felt even more intense.

he than began caressing me , giving me goosebumps everywhere . I remember thinking this is crazy, this isnt me, I dont normally do things like this, but at the same time I didnt want him to stop. I had spent so long feeling unwanted and neglected that having somebody focus completely on me was almost overwhelming. I could feel myself becoming more confident with every kiss and every touch, and the nervousness slowly started disappearing by moving closer, and somehow that made the whole thing even more exciting. Things became more intimate and I found myself completely letting go of the woman who had spent so many nights crying alone in her room. For once I wasn’t thinking about what I should do or what somebody else expected from me. I was just feeling everything in the moment, the closeness, the warmth, the kissing, the way his hands moved over me and the way I felt completely desired. It became passionate very quickly and I remember being breathless and almost laughing at myself because I couldn’t believe how far I had allowed the night to go.

 , my hand brushed his groin area, he was so erect,, I began massaging it and then he unbuckled it omg I am going crazy inside. He looked at me and all i did was nod. he took it out and i stared at it it wasnt like huge or but it was so erect, clean shaven and thick, We are kissing more and i asked waht do you want? he put his head behind my head and lowered it down. i didnt fight it i began sucking his cock. it felt amazing invigorating, i was fulfilling the neglect i have had, he was guiding me and than he pulled my head up and said take off your pants, dont worry no sex i know. I did and he began to eat, taste, devour me. omg i was moaning and loving it. he did it so amazing, after a few minutes i was about to orgasm and i was so loud when he made me orgasm. wow wow wow i needed that. he was stroking his thicj cock and i began sucking him again, omg i could feel the pulse,, he was getting close, and he asked where do you want it,, i didnt move off of it, he came so hard so much that it shot in my mouth and began spilling out the sides as i still was sucking him.

Eventually we composed ourselves, fixed our clothes and sat there catching our breath. We talked for a little while and it was almost funny how normal the conversation suddenly became after everything that had just happened. I told him I was going inside and he thanked me for the evening, and I thanked him too. The craziest part of the whole thing was that we didnt exchange any information. No phone number, no social media, nothing. He just got back into his SUV and drove away and I stood there watching him leave, still trying to process what I had just done. I went inside sometime after 2 am and sat there thinking about the entire night, and honestly I couldnt decide whether I wanted to laugh, cry or just shake my head at myself.

But the weirdest part was how good I felt. I didnt feel sad. I didnt feel rejected. I didnt feel like the woman whose husband had humiliated her. I felt alive. I felt feminine. I felt attractive. I felt like somebody actually wanted me and for the first time in a long time I wasnt thinking about what my husband had taken away from me. Maybe thats what I really needed, not necessarily the man himself, but the reminder that I was still in there somewhere. That woman who could laugh, flirt, be spontaneous, be a little reckless and actually enjoy herself was still there. I had just buried her under all the hurt.

Was it reckless? Absolutely. Was it something I ever imagined myself doing? Not in a million years. Did I feel guilty? Maybe a little, but honestly right then I mostly felt relieved. There was something about being naughty and doing something completely outside of the persona I have always had that made me feel almost powerful. I dont know if I will ever see him again and honestly I kind of like that we didnt exchange numbers. There were no expectations, no promises, no complicated conversation afterward. It was just one unexpected night where I let myself stop being the hurt wife for a few hours and just be a woman again.

And I loved it.

I really did.

I still cant believe I am saying that.

What a night or should I say early morning lol.

Thank you for reading my confession. I honestly just had to share it somewhere because I still cant believe this is something I actually did.