I’m a 38 year old wife, mother of three, living in middle-America. A real woman. I could be your neighbor. You’d never know, which is kind of the point. We have no clue what happens behind closed doors, up and down our street. I had a fairly popular (NoFans) Reddit account, where my husband and I shared the hot moments and sexy pics, but when you focus on the lifestyle and kink, you don’t get the full picture.
These are my stories.
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**As Good With His Hands As He Was His Cock**
Hot-take that’s not really a hot-take, incoming! The “I can’t please my woman because I have a small cock,” is bullshit, and a complete cuck mentality. It’s not a reality, unless your partner decides to make it so.
My husband will never have an 8 inch cock. Let’s be real- he’ll never have a 5 inch cock, but that’s not the point. The point is every man’s cock is what it is and despite what the ads on shady sites tell you, there isn’t much you’re going to be able to do about it. Does size matter? Frankly, yes. Does it matter most? In my opinion, no.
When we embarked on this swinging/hotwife journey one big factor in the decision making process is cock size. There is no need to beat around the bush (pun intended)- it’s a big part of the kink, especially for the husbands. Because women in the lifestyle can pick and choose their suitors with amazing amounts of prejudice, my play partners have generally had very similar physical traits, which in truth tend to be men with features dissimilar to what I had at home- including cock size.
However, what has surprised me in this journey are the elements of the sexual encounter that turn me on even more than cumming on a huge cock. They’re the moments I miss most from being a hotwife, and the moments I touch myself thinking about. Ironically, they’re also the parts my husband could do, if he actually cared to give the effort or be in it for my pleasure. I think that’s the secret to being a great bull. A huge cock gets you in the door, but what makes an amazing 3rd is when their entire goal is giving me pleasure any and all ways possible.
My favorite bull ever (the one from Gameday Bets) had a great dick, but the best part about him was his hands. They were masculine strong hands, but nothing unique or abnormal, but when he put them to pussy, they became magical. He had the motion down. It is hard to describe in writing but he’d slowly work his fingers all around my vulva. He’d use two hands, slowly sawing fingers and and and out of my pussy, while keeping consistent motion on my clit, letting the pressure and orgasm build. He’d increase the rhythm until I couldn’t stand it any longer and he’d finish me off with fast, short strokes that made me cum uncontrollably and often squirt.
He always had a way of laying me on my back and spreading my legs in the perfect position. He would drape his arm over me and lean into my neck to tell me what a dirty girl I was being and that he wanted to see me let go and let him do the work. There was absolutely no feeling better than the feeling of cumming on his fingers while he growled in my ear “cum on my hand baby, give it all to me.”
He was always so turned on doing it, his cock hard, standing out from his body, precum dripping from the tip. It knew it was going to bury itself deep inside of me soon enough, but when he was fingering me, it was all about me and the mess he could make me.
My husband saw this in person multiple times, has it recorded from multiple angles, and was even once given a hands-on tutorial by the bull, while I laid on my back like a sex doll (weirdly kinky). He says he has a strong desire to master the technique, yet, his inability to listen to my body and listen to my feedback without getting offended, prevents him from doing so. His hands get too tired, too quickly, and eventually quits, frustrated.
He has it set in his mind that he can’t do it right solely for the fact that he isn’t my bull. That isn’t the case at all. I’m not a psychologist, but I think deep down he gets off on not being able to do it. He doesn’t really want to pleasure me. He wants to get off on the fact that he can’t, and only my bulls can. My husband does still try. He’ll pull up old videos, and try to position me the same way. He’ll go through the motions as he sees them.
It appears to be fast, hard, deep- when in reality, it’s the opposite that. I can best describe it as a 2 finger cupping motion, where his hand rocks back and forth along the top walls of my insides. Albeit a fast pace, it has a rhythm to it that allows me to catch my breath, but also has me asking for more.
My husband instead sees it as a battering ram of fingers. In. Out. In. Out. I look over at his completely soft dick, and sigh.
I guess some advanced skills are just best left to the pros. ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yi8t8j/mf_as_good_with_his_hands_as_he_was_his_cock