HNT- Veteran's Day Edition

Hello Veterans!

Wifey and I hope you are having a nice day. Since Wifey hasn't yet had the pleasure to thank a brave rugged soldier in her own special way (she came very close though this year) Carrie would like to give back to all the soldiers out there with the gift of a HNT.

We haven't posted a picture in awhile and it was Wifey who suggested we make our grand return with a thank you to our veterans for all of our freedoms. Like the freedom for a Watchful Hubby to share a half naked picture of his Playful Wifey, so that maybe a soldier somewhere today will look at my nearly naked Wifey and know that he is protecting her delicate creamy white thighs, her sultry hips, her enticing breasts, and those alluring lips from all the bad people out there.

So for the veterans and anyone else who likes looking at another man's wife on Thursdays, please enjoy my beautiful wife...

"Cuckold Bitch"

Hubby and I have been helping a friend out this summer by being servers for her catering company. Last night, after I showered, I was getting ready to go while only wearing a white bra, white tank top, and white panties. I was hot after my shower and was trying to hold off on putting on the black pants for my uniform as long as possible. After I had put on make-up and lotion and deodorant and girly spray and was sitting on the bed putting some more lotion on my legs, Hubby just couldn't take it any more. He came over to me, lovingly pushed me down on the bed, spread my legs to put all his weight on me, and began kissing me on the neck. We NEEDED to leave in about five minutes mind you. He kissed me over the top of my clothes, starting at my neck, down to my breasts, and quickly down to my thighs. He held my legs open as he kissed me over my panties. Have I mentioned, I...love...that!? I raised my hips up in pleasure of his warm breath on my panties and instantly began to tingle all over. Unfortunately, it was time to put on our monkey suits for the night.

Later in the night, I was extremely busy delivering food and drinks to my portion of the party. Hubby was too, but he was having a harder time concentrating after our earlier encounter. While I was entering a drink order into the computer he came up behind me, grabbed one of my ass cheeks and said under his breath,
"I want to take you home NOW and do devious things to your ass."
"Promise?", I said with a grin.
This went on pretty much all night with much grab-ass and naughty comments being made, mostly revolving around Hubby saying that he wanted to finish what he started earlier and didn't even care if he got his.

When we got home, much later and much more tired than anticipated, we unwound with a bottle of wine. Hubby massaged my tired legs as we watched some benign show. I don't know if it was just because I was so tired or because I hadn't eaten much for dinner, but the wine went straight to my head. Hubby pestered enough about still wanting me, so I said I would go take a shower if he promised to be quickish so I could go to bed soon. I stood under the hot, steaming water for several minutes and begun to realize just how tipsy I might really be. Hubby surprised me by jumping in the shower with me. He grabbed my spongy/bath/loofah thingy and carefully cleaned my breasts, neck, stomach, back, arms, and ass. It felt really good to just stand under the warm water and have Hubby soap me up. When he was done, I turned to press and wiggle my soaped up ass against his cock and he immediately became hard. We rinsed off and moved to the bedroom. Now, remember, he had advertised all night that all he wanted to do was go down on me with NOTHING in return. Also remember that I am tired and buzzed. He proceeded to go down on me and because I was a little numb all over, I wanted him to be more aggressive than normal. I pushed his head into me, moved his hands to my breasts with my hands and made him squeeze HARD. Errr....I'm not normally this aggressive. He continued to go down on me with the climax ending in me saying like, "Suck harder! Harder!" Errrr....still not something I've done before. Afterward, I could tell he had enjoyed what he was doing because his cock was dripping. I reached down to see if he was hard but he was not so I let go.
He said, "Oh, that was mean!"
I said, "I was just checking what was going on down there. You said you didn't want anything, but now you are dripping all over."
He said, "I would take something if you are giving."
I looked at the clock...nearly four in the morning.
I said, "I'm really tired and you weren't nearly as quick as you said you would be."
He said, "I was really enjoying myself."
I said, "Mistress Carrie is tired and not happy with how long this took. You could have done better so now you will have to wait until tomorrow."
He said, "Ohhhhmyyyygodddd, that is so hot!"
I rolled over and went to bed.


When we woke up in the morning, I asked with a smirk how he liked being my cuckold bitch. He said he wouldn't want to get into all the time but it was way more hot than he thought it would be. He asked me what I thought. "I feel terrible that I left you blue, but I was tired and kind of drunk", I said, "I owe you one...after I have some coffee and Advil."

Hot, Pink, Hot Pink HNT

I have made it fairly clear that I love sharing my wifey. So, when I googled HNT to find out what it meant, I couldn't wait to post the following. Thursdays are my new favorite day!

Cheers to our first HNT!

Winna, Winna, Chicken Dinna!

Well, since H over at Hands in my Pants was the only one to play along, he is the big winner of our "Suggestions?" game. Congrats H!!

We loved your suggestion, however we had to modify it for a couple of reasons. One, forgot to pack my strap-on...truth be told, I don't even own one. I know, I know, what proper hotwife doesn't own a strap-on, right? Two, I have yet to come around to being turned on by putting things up hubby's ass, much to his disappointment. Maybe someday.
Okay, so what we did do was still exciting. I read H's post about Eating Pussy and made him follow H's directions exactly. Some quick background: I don't know why but throughout the years, hubby and I have been hit and miss in the giving Wifey head department. Sometimes I have been too stressed, self-conscious, and distracted to enjoy him going down on me and sometimes he doesn't focus or get attuned enough to my needs to make it worth making a wet spot on the bed. Lately, we have been a lot more in sync and he has been going downtown much more frequently and with more consistent results. But, when I read H's post, I got so turned on that I told Hubby, "you should read this...no offense."

So, I pulled up H's post on my phone and started reading,
H wrote, "I started by kissing her neck, and with my hand touching her inner thighs, tracing my fingers just outside her pussy lips and clit, but never actually touching either."
I absolutely love being teased and feeling like hubby is exploring me for the first time everytime, but he gets so excited most of the time he just goes straight to work. So I loved this part. I love the anticipation and the nerves and the goosebumps and chills I get when his hands are so close but hardly even doing anything yet.

H wrote, "I slowly kissed, licked and gently nibbled down her body, making sure to lick her entire breast not just the nipple, working my way down her body, to her stomach, belly button, taking my time. The entire time I am kissing, licking her body, my hands are caresssing all around her pussy, but never touching her clit or lips"
Hubby did exactly as I said and I loved that he was having to wait much longer than he usually has to touch my already wet, sweet spot.

H wrote, "As I reached the top of her pelvis area, I spend a lot of time kissing, licking her lower stomach, and with my tongue trace that beautiful "V" area the top of her hips make with her mound. While licking the V area, my hands, trace her pussy lips, caress her clit, slowly I increase the pressure on her clit with my fingers."
Hubby had a hard time with this part because he is hardly what I call patient and isn't used to having to wait before diving in. I, however, am loving all the extra attention to all my lady parts. Thanks, H!!

H wrote much more and of course we did every little detail. If you want to read it for yourself, go to: http://handsinpants.blogspot.com/2010/07/eating-pussy.html
Thank you for the suggestion and great writing. It was incredibly hot and a lot of fun!

Suggestions?

Hello fellow watchers,
Hubby and I have been having a lot of extra fun with this blog lately. As we have mentioned, we have been together for a long time and although we were not in any kind of sexual rut in the least, the blog has certainly kick started more bed-shaking lately. I don't know if it is my spectacular writing that is turning him on or the fact that I have been seeming more open to going through with his MFM fantasy, but it has been great. I am proud of us for still enjoying to squeeze in a "quickie" that turns into a "not so quickie" and we end up leaving the house when we should be arriving at a dinner party, despite our usual strict observance of punctuality.
In keeping with all this new-found fun, I though it might be interesting to see what our fellow pervs out there have in mind. We have noticed we have a couple followers (hey, you two!)...although we would LOVE more. We have also noticed we already have had some visitors to our blog from all over the world. Well, we will be going on a little getaway in a few days and I thought it might be fun if our readers left a comment suggesting something I could surprise hubby with....an assignment of sorts for wifey. I want to see what is going through all your sick little heads...of course I mean this in the kindest way possible. Hopefully, you will have some good suggestions and I can write about it when we get back. So let's hear it!

MFM Manners

I couldn't help but come over and write a post after reading a post over at Hotwife Experiences. Andrew is currently leaving us all in suspense about how his night went with a gentleman he picked out for his gorgeos wife. I can't believe how much my hubby and I sound like them too! It got me thinking...if many couples who are into this can feel the same, why can't the T.O.M. consistantly be what we want.

For example:

Punctuality: BE ON TIME!!
We are offering you an experience of a lifetime. We are nervous as hell. We will reward you later in ways that will wake the neighbors. Just. Be. On. Time.

Manners: Shake my husband's hand, make eye contact, be observant, have some personality, try to be discreet in public. We corresponded with a guy once and upon meeting him in person, he looked NOTHING like his pictures (can you guess which rule is next?). We released him back into the sea but for weeks he kept barraging us with requests for pics of wifey...wifey sweaty from the gym, wifey in lingerie, wifey making pancakes. Ughh, it got creepy!

Honesty: Look like your pictures!! We have met a few guys and each time been met with faulty advertising. We are getting better at questioning shots of a guy who is just a little too far away from the camera or if something is up with the lighting.

Hygeine: Dress like you are going on a date, because you are. You just so happen to be dating another man's wife. Dress even better because you aren't buying this woman Tiffany's you are earning the opportunity to impress her enough that she will...wait for it...have SEX with you, like, very, VERY soon. Don't you dare show up with a unibrow and chapped lips!!!

Disclaimer: Obviously, these are my very uptight, rigid standards about a T.O.M., but I'm okay with that. I am contemplating letting a man do something with me that only my husband has done, oh and my husband is going to sit across the room and WATCH the whole thing. It is a VERY big deal and I want the man I choose to think it is just as big a deal too.

Memories

Haha, hubby! Wow, your post sure did bring back some memories! Those couples were way too much crazy for us to handle. Plus, I think we were really young back then and needed to age a little before we really realized what we wanted. I am glad we have come to the agreement that maybe just one is enough for us. Since you brought up memories, I thought I would pick up where you left off and tell you my favorite one since we began this search.

Ahhh, our first T.O.M., let's just call him Adam for all the kindly readers out there. We met Adam on an adult dating site and I was still very wary of this whole thing, but in print, this guy was into what we proposed, seemed polite and was not very ax-murdery. Then came a picture of him...hello! I instantly tingled all over at the site of his handsome smile and muscular arms. We decided to meet for dinner, even though we were all too nervous to eat since we thought everyone in the restaurant knew what we were up to! We had a couple drinks and decided to head to a strip club. Why did we do that anyway? To get MORE turned on?! I don't think that was possible! We decided last minute that I would go with Adam in his car while you followed behind us. I remember that he had to stop at an ATM and it was so surreal looking over at you in our car while I sat in his. I looked at him standing at the ATM machine and admired/wondered how nice he would look when I took off those jeans and polo shirt. As we drove to the club, I was extremely nervous...nervous to be in another man's car, nervous about what he wanted or could do to me, nervous about if he liked me. I was so stupid, young and self conscious and nervously asked, "are you really attracted to me or are you just doing this because you think you might get some no strings sex?" In retrospect it was a shallow and rude thing to say, but Adam calmly told me that he held no expectations for the night and he would be happy with whatever happened or didn't happen. Then, he very gently put his hand on my knee and slid his hand slowly up my leg, moving my skirt up slightly. He gave my mid-thigh a firm squeeze and said, "but to answer your question, yes, I am attracted to you." It was nice to hear the reassurance and as much as I loved his hand on my leg and wanted him to move higher, I put my hand on his and told him, "I'm not sure how this works. Maybe we should wait for Doug." He smiled and moved his hand back to the gear shift. I watched his hand and wished I hadn't said what I had said and wished his hand was back on my leg.
We all arrived at the nearly empty club and choose a table in the middle of the room. I sat between you two and we ordered some drinks. As we waited for drinks, we mostly just stared silently at the dancers, unsure of what to do next. You excused yourself to the bathroom and while you were gone Adam and I pretty much sat in tense, silent nervousness. I thought, "oh great this guy is more nervous than me! We're really never going to get anywhere!!" But just then, he reached under my chair and pulled me as close to him as possible. My heart raced. Our legs were touching. He once again put his hand on my thigh and this time I let him keep it there. At this point, I told my inner prude to go take a nap and took the opportunity to grope his arm that was closest to me. I reached up under his polo shirt sleeve and was impressed at the hard muscle and warm, soft skin. You returned from the bathroom and your eyes nearly fell out of your head! :) If I remember correctly you said, "Alright, you guys ready to go?!" even though we had only been there about ten minutes! We tipped our waitress and hustled out of the club. You and I got in our car together and he got in his. We raced to our apartment and all went inside. You turned on some music and a dim light. I sat next to Adam on the couch and you sat across the room in a chair. Adam immediately started touching my legs and kissing my neck. I thought, "whew, glad he is taking the initiative, because I am frozen solid!" He quickly defrosted me and before I knew it we were kissing passionately and I was straddled on top of his lap. He used his hands to grab my hips and grind me on top of him. It felt amazing! I remember the thrill of him taking my shirt off, pulling my bra down, and using his strong tongue to vigorously kiss my nipples. I remember undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and feeling his warm hardness between my hands. I remember learning quickly that if I did not hold the base of the strawberry flavored condom while I went down on him that the condom would go down my throat as I sucked on him voraciously. Lastly, I remebered how he groaned SOOO loudly when he came that I was afraid the neighbors would complain the next day! The rest was pretty much a blur of kissing, and touching, and rubbing. Although we decided to not go all the way that night, it was an extremely satisfying introduction into the MFM world.

I also remember that we had amazing sex after Adam left!

Really, Hubby?!

I had no idea that my time with D that weekend would ever ultimately lead to or explain the MFM fantasies you have today!! Wow! We really could have skipped some weird fights way back then and I could have fulfilled some strong desires by doing more with him. Unfortunately, we weren't where we are now and I was trying not to hurt you but still trying to have a little fun too. Oh, how we've grown!!

Since we have never REALLY talked about what we did here ya' go...

D was not a large man, but he was strong and toned and tan from working outside with his hands all day. He was sweet, polite, and had an intense way of looking at me like he wanted to kiss every part of my body. The weekend he came to town, you and I had just started exploring that weird transition between "we've been hanging out a lot" and "should we be more?" However, he and I had already been corresponding for some time and there was definitely some sexual tension that had been brewing. I had gone to his hotel room with the intention of JUST picking him up so we could go explore the town...that plan lived a short life. I wasn't in the room but a few minutes when he grabbed me around the waist and brushed my hair behind my ear (note to all men: big points!! in the girl world if you can pull this off successfully!). His move knocked the wind out of me. I felt warm all over and he began to firmly kiss my neck. We were quickly touching each other all over and I could tell he was becoming quite excited. We moved to the bed and he pressed all his body weight on me as simultaneously grabbed my hips, waist, thighs...it was like he had eight hands! I took off his shirt and took in his smell, muscles, and tattoo. At this point, every part of us was throbbing and warm. We continued to kiss and it felt amazing, but I started thinking of you and how I had told you "don't worry, nothing is going to happen." So, with all of my being I took a huge deep breath and told him we needed to slow down. He continued to kiss me for several seconds, but then let out a deep, disappointed moan and buried his face in my hair. We both laid there for a minute...me wet, him hard, me thinking of you, him respecting my boundaries.

First installment of T.O.M. Dos and Don'ts from Wifey

Although I love and adore my husband, I believe his fantasy is just about the most unusual thing next to a leafy sea dragon. We have talked, contemplated, dabbled, disagreed, fantasized, and argued about having a threesome for many years now. Much of my hesitation stems from the fact that he is the only man I have ever been with and I am very reluctant for that to change any time soon, if ever. I am very picky about who The Other Man (T.O.M.) will be, so picky in fact that sometimes I think I might be being too picky in order to get out of having to do this thing at all. The few times we have come close to finding the right T.O.M., I, or we, have inevitably found something wrong with him or he has managed to ruin it for himself.

Most recently, we met a man six years younger than me. I had never even pictured the possibility of being with someone younger since even back when I had boyfriends before husb, they were ALWAYS older. This younger T.O.M., who I will call Tate to protect his identity, is also enlisted in a revered branch of the military and is set to be deployed soon (for the fifth time!!). My protective and patriotic side perked up at the idea of giving a heroic soldier a fond farewell before heading off to war. We ferociously texted each other back and forth for about a week before we decided to meet. We happened to be heading to his neck of the woods for a few days and I thought, "eff it! Let's just do this already!!" I had already bluntly asked some of my questions that help determine if I stay interested or drop the dude like a pair of panties on Sunday. One of my big ones is,
"How tall are you?"
"Tall. Tall enough to ride this ride!", was his response.
"Hmmm?", I thought. Nice answer, but didn't answer the question...oh, well, I'll find out eventually right?

Come to find out when we actually met in person that Tate was a good four inches shorter than me!! No good. No good at all. He hugged it out like I was one of his bros and his head came up to my collarbone. I am not a tall girl by any means but this guy had made comments about how much he wanted my legs wrapped around him. Little did I know that my legs would wrap around him only because he was so little!! I don't want to feel like I am crawling on top of a child. I want a man...a big, strong man...a man who can toss me about a bit. I felt like by not answering the question outright that he had lied to me. In retrospect, it should have been a big red flag that he never gave me a straight-forward answer. In the end, he also wasted our time because I am sorry to say that I have a lot of the control in this whole thing and I just DO NOT want a man smaller than me if/when this fantasy happens. So, to all the T.O.M.s out there, or perspective couples, if you have criteria and you ask about it, make sure you give and receive honesty from the get go.