Would you fuck another woman in the ass with a strap on while her girlfriend licked her pussy?

Of course I would!

Though currently, Rye and I are a one-on-one couple.

But shit, this sounds like something that would have been a delight in my teen years/early twenties...

Ask me anything. Make it dirty.

Rye, have you ever sucked another man's cock and if not would you? Violet, does the thought of that excite you?

Nope, I certainly haven't. Though not for lack of opportunity. We've got several friends that have nearly begged me to do so. In front of Violet. And while yes, we both agree that it's flattering, it's not something that interests me.

Though if it ever did, V and I would talk about it and she would probably urge me to try and the fact that I was into it would turn her on and maybe she'd masturbate while watching. But that's just how we are.

As for does it turn her on now? Not really.

Ask me anything. Make it dirty.

As you read yesterday, I've suddenly uncovered my desire to explore sex with women. Can Violet share some of her experiences fucking women? Counsel me, please. (Any inadvertent arousal is a bonus.) -wife10yearsin

I'm sure Violet would be happy to. She's promised a few stories already, so in time, I'm sure she'll provide some insight. She doesn't take writing these posts lightly and really likes to take her time with them, like some sort of fucking writer.

Anyway, up next is a previously promised post about her happy ending massage experiences.

As for the short term, perhaps you can glean something from this:

http://uncommonappetites.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-girl.html

I just re-read it and got quite aroused myself.

Ask me anything. Make it dirty.

On Girl.

I kissed a girl before I ever kissed a boy.

From the Mailbag! 2nd Edition.

We keep telling you to write in, but do you listen? Well, a few of you. But the rest? Shameful! How are we supposed to know what's wanted from us when we get no requests? Questions? Pic requests? Anything? You'll remain anonymous, like us, so fire away! 

That being said, here is a question that came in during our recent vacation, which, in our minds, we have still been on. You've probably noticed if you've been checking the blog. We'll try harder, promise. Anyway, thanks to the reader that sent this in, and sorry it took so long. Had to work up the nerve.

Question – What is a fantasy of either of you that has yet to take place?

Pic Friday: Uh oh.

Let me introduce you to the backside of my latest crush:

Her name is Marloes Horst. And she is fucking sexy.

From the Mailbag!

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What I Think About When I Think About Her Lesbian Days.

As has been discussed previously, Violet is into women. I would say WAS, but we all know that this isn't something that just dissipates. Also, if you watch any form of entertainment, go for a walk or out in public at all with my wife, you quickly realize how true this still is.

While I've expressed great interest in Violet regaling me with tales of her lesbian days, and while she has indulged me several times, I don't think she fully comprehends just how much I fantasize about the thought of her with a woman.

To be fair, a lot of it is rooted in this image of a younger version of my wife. She's always had a hunger for sex, and it's led her in many interesting directions, from sucking innumerable cocks (seriously, she can't even calculate a number) to gorging on pussy, threesomes to girly parties, one night stands to public masturbation. Imagine it, it's been done.

And it's because of this that so often, my mind takes me back to the idea of a younger her. She, fully slutty and insatiable, hitting on a girl at a party, sneaking off to a secluded room, a bit drunk, diving face first into snatch.

She's eaten the pussies of random women, and even more impressively, some of her best friends, who, to this day, remain as such. It's now looked at as some shit they did when they were young. Like sneaking all the booze from the parent's bar, cutting class and sucking on each others' juices. 

My mind warps at the thought.

Let's just say that I didn't have the same teen experience. Sure, I hoped women like that existed in the world. In fact, I jerked off to the idea more times than you can count. But never did I imagine there were a pack of girls living an hour away from me, sucking, fingering and propelling one another to screaming orgasms.

Maybe it was better that I didn't. My horny brain would have been so full of envy and desire that it might just have shut down completely.

Shit, when I think of it now, it makes me insatiable. The juices running down her chin. Looking up at her friend with a wide, wet smile. The two of them laughing. Her friend bucking her body down, grinding Violet's tongue hard into her clit. Making her dart her folded tongue into her tight, waiting hole.

I imagine sleepover parties. As I'm sure many of us do. Yet I think somehow I'm not far off. I just know she's had more than one occasion where the girls all got together, compared their nubile breasts, then moved on to slipping a finger in. Rolling around on a big bed together, five, maybe six of them. Hands covered in pussy juice, glistening in the lamp light. Listening to terrible music. Laughing.

I can't tell you the number of times I've asked Violet to tell me about one of these instances. The slumber parties. The time she dated that crazy girl. The one night stand she had with some slut. And she has. Too many times to count. But they never last. They always diminish in my brain, leaving me with flickers of images and not the details that I so get off on.

Sure, I have her tell me stories about guys she's taken deep inside. Sure, those get me off as well. But man, there is something about the idea of a bunch of young, smart, funny, hot girls learning about what they want done to them. And not being afraid to just get it from each other.

So what's the point of all this? I'm getting there, hold on.

This is all to say that I'll end this with a hope that Violet will read this entry (are you kidding, of course that cum hungry slut will) and be inspired. She'll sit down and punch out a tale about one of these encounters. And in time, another. I want these written. Detailed. Pored over by her incredible mind and shaped into a masterpiece of sex.

I know she won't disappoint. She never does.

Hot Husband, Cold Dildo

I guess I don't really need to tell you what's happening this afternoon. Honestly, how thoughtful and fuckable is he? Nevermind the fact that I spent the whole train ride home from work thinking of what to write about next. Nevermind that I was already wet when I hit the door. And nevermind that I found him still home, on a long lunch break, up to no good when I got inside. He had such a delightful and devious little smirk on his face that I knew he had plans beside the quickie I was about to beg him for. Needless to say, I was ready.

I've been thinking a lot about our hit lists. There are some things on mine that surprised me. Namely, how much of it had to do with watching. I guess I've always felt it, but never really vocalized it. I like to watch. And really, if I think about I like to BE watched.

As the husband I love to fuck so dearly has told you, I have a taste for ladies. In fact, I can occasionally be caught leering at them on the subway. I tend to gaze at women the way I shop for produce. I like something round, ripe and luscious. I want it to be velvety, yield to my touch and have a little spring to it. I want it to be tart and sweet and I want its juices to run down my chin. In truth, I am both a tits and ass man. Woman. You get my drift.

via Synthetic Pubes - by: Arian Brumby

So, perhaps, it's because I like to look so much that I also like to be on display. When I catch a man's eyes on the street trained squarely on my tits, I can feel my husbands appreciative hands all over them. When I read the things my husband writes about the way he watches men drool over my ass - I'll admit it - it makes me wet. When I get an 'Oh, damn!' of approval for the short skirt I'm wearing, it makes me want to run home, hike it up over my hips and bend over the bed, expectantly.

There's something so sexy about knowing that while I rub my clit and coax my g-spot out of hiding for his viewing pleasure, I'm often doing it to the thought of him furiously stroking his cock. Because there are few things in this world I like more than being able to see the way the muscles in his stomach jerk and spasm right before he comes. The way he rubs his hand around the base of his shaft and tugs his balls upwards a little to bring himself over the edge. The way his whole body tightens, freezes, then instantly relaxes as his hot, salty load comes shooting out onto his stomach (or more preferably, my tits).

Actually, just thinking about it, I'm ready for another one.

My Hot, Horny, Bi-Sexual Wife, or Why I Married the Fuck Out of Her: Bedroom Edition.

In case you can't tell from the one photo posted so far, I have a hot wife. Not an average, everyday woman, but one of the women in the bar that men are training their eyes on. Sure, she can be down to earth and try to hide her huge tits in a v-neck tee and stuff her ass into some tight jeans, but the point is seldom missed. Hot. 5'4", 100ish lbs, 34D's, an ass that is delightfully fatter than it should be on a girl so short and skinny, but less cellulite and mom-ness. A shelf that men drool over. And would kill to plunge into. Hot. You getting it yet?

It might help if add to this the fact that this girl LOVES to fuck. I'd say the normal routine after four years together is every other day. And she's often the one pushing for it. Clearly, I'm a very lucky man. But don't I know it.

Even hotter? She's always been this way. In her early years, she was sucking cock like it was the only nourishment that would keep you alive. Not satisfied with cock alone, she was greedily eating any pussy she could get her mouth on. And, even better for my filthy imagination, having hers eaten in return.

 

In many relationships, this would be problematic. The fact that my wife has fucked upwards of 30 people? Not an issue. Sucked 40 cocks? Nothing doing. Eaten 15 pussies? It only makes her better in bed. Makes her hot. Makes her horny and willing.

It wouldn't be fair for me to want her slutty only when she was with me, would it? Not a chance. A true slut would have wanted it before I met her and will want it after I'm gone. I just plan to make sure that doesn't happen, ensuring that I get to be the lucky bastard she takes it out on.

I love that I will watch a video of a girl fingering herself and without even thinking about it, send her the link, knowing she'll jerk off to it as well. I love that she talks about wanting to lick Mila Kunis's snatch, or stick a finger in Natalie Portman's ass as readily as she admits to wanting Ryan Reynolds to fill every hole and cum on her face. I love that she watches girls as they walk around in heels, staring at their asses and thinking about whether they would be good triangulation material.

She's open-minded, eats an asshole like a pussy and knows how to suck a cock like a fucking champ. Also, she tells me I eat her cunt better than any girl she's ever been with. And clearly, any guy to boot.

So while couples are fighting as we speak, about past partners, wandering thoughts, flirtations with harmless women/men and who your wife got DP'ed by in high school, I get to wake up in a warm, empty bed after she's left for work and jerk myself off, dreaming about her rolling around in bed, fingers covered in juices, tongue inside a pussy, moaning as some slutty young girl sucks her clit. I pity you if you can't say the same about your wife.