Very Loving Wives: Erotica tales of Hotwives, Vixens, and Stags

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My husband and I made the sex club a regular thing — date night, just like other couples all over the country, but with a twist. It's hard to describe the giddy anticipation I felt when I was driving around town in my sweatshirt, doing the daily errands, knowing that in mere hours I would change — superhero like! — in to some slutty little dress and do incredibly sexy things with my husband — and other men. The next morning we all had breakfast together and chatted. I couldn’t imagine facing these people after yesterday, but today it seemed so natural. One of the wives came over to Debby and I and said she was really impressed with our display last night and wondered if she could borrow me. I looked at Debby but she just smiled and said of course. Susan took me by the hand and took me to one of the spare bedrooms. I The Daily Show's Trevor Noah carefully steps through the Israel-Palestine minefield to an 'honest question'

I had been on my best behavior for a couple of weeks because I knew that Debbie was having a really hard time at work. It wasn’t bad enough that she lost out of the promotion she was entitled to, but Ed from another division with a bad reputation as a sneak and manipulator got it. Debbie’s best friend at work Elaine was calling every night to complain about “the new” guy. Every day Debbie came home more upset and on edge. Having signed the DWC contract I knew I had committed myself to except any discipline that Debbie sees fit at any time. Having Debbie so tense and nervous at home really started to effect me, even though I was doing my best to be on top of everything at home, I could tell that “office trouble” was causing Debbie anxiety and stress. Every night, while the calls between Elaine and Debbie became longer and longer, I tried to be cheerful and accommodating. Instantly Debby was beside me laying in with all her might. We were all getting spanked simultaneously! I was still reeling when the next women came to me and Debby went on to the next guy. By the time the third lady was taking her turn I had lost all self control and was whimpering and moaning, all the other guys were in the same boat and that just seemed to encourage the ladies efforts. When all the ladies had their turn we Mike, stand still and take this. Stop moving or I will have your mom show me how when we get there tomorrow night!” In addition to being available to members for advice and encouragement, I produce elegant, sexy parties. Slowly, I am fashioning a business. Born from embracing my own, distinctive, sexuality, and marveling in that of so many others, I am building membership with great care and intention, planning parties, and crafting that business to be based in community. I couldn't believe the same argument went for three years. One fine day I shouted at him and asked 'What is that he wanted from me in his life?'That was enough motivation. I tried to press my chest into the table to stay still. Lisa just kept at it and I was finally out of control, sobbing, tears and snot running down my face. Finally she stopped, and I started to get up.

After much discussion, my husband and I decided to go to one of our local sex clubs — of which there are surprisingly many. Portland is a sex-positive place, and the libertarian "live-and-let-live" mindset in our hometown means there are more strip clubs per capita here than in any other large city in the country. We have kink festivals, erotic galas, a Slut Walk — even a sexy Bed & Breakfast.If you find condoms or other forms of birth control that you do not use, then it could indicate that your partner is cheating. Or, they could be secretly keeping themselves from getting pregnant, if they don't want to try to get pregnant with you, especially if you decided to start trying. What to do if you think your wife is cheating Plane from Israel surrounded by rioters chanting antisemitic slogans after landing in Russia's Dagestan region Kat continued to spank my bottom with her hairbrush. She also continued to scold me. At this point I was way over the hump. The spanking itself was keeping the home fires burning and my crying had reached the saturation point. I surrendered unconditionally and lay a limp spanked mess over her lovely lap, when once again she stopped.

You always are looking to blame me, aren’t you? If the teller made a mistake, it wasn’t my fault. Every little thing that goes wrong in this world is not my fault.” Debby and I are getting more comfortable in the DWC lifestyle in our house, but except for a small group of like minded friends with whom we get together, no one else really “knows” about my discipline. About two months ago Debby started talking about a new woman in her office named Sandra. She’s just been through a rough divorce and is apparently having a hard time. Debby and Sandra have been having lunch frequently lately. Last week over dinner Debby was talking about Sandra and said “I’ve told her about us”. I asked her what she meant (not thinking) and she informed me that she told Sandra I get spanked for discipline and any time Debby sees fit. I was a little surprised but didn’t think much of it until the next Saturday when Debby told me that she had invited Sandra over for lunch.I was in his city on a mostly business trip – we were relocating there soon so I knew if I started something with him I also wouldn’t be seeing him again for a several weeks or even months while we orchestrated our exodus from East to West coast. You're not alone. In a country and culture that systematically represses normal sexual urges, putting a face of shame and disgrace on even the simplest desires ( Don't touch yourself there! Save yourself for marriage! Don't look at other men/women!), a person like me — well adjusted, well educated, happy, and successful — is expected to adhere to some restrictive societal norms. Women — and men — who deviate from those norms are, in fact, considered "deviants." Perverts. Sluts. When I got to the room I saw that her husband was there as well. Susan said she enjoyed our demonstration the best last night and wanted to try the technique on her husband as well, but having seen me hold the position she wanted to try it out on me as well to gauge her husband’s reactions. She had us both assume the position, Keith on a bench and me on the bed. At least I couldn’t see Keith directly but I heard the I told you that I don’t like being blamed for someone else’s mistake! You always say things are my fault. Maybe there were only five in the first place; what about that? You think you are so perfect?”

OK, Steve, I won’t make you beg to be spanked. But you will be getting it, and getting it hard. And I expect you to submit without any resistance when I restrain your hands, do you understand?” Well Mike, you can either take a spanking from me, now; or when we go to your mom’s place this weekend she will pull down your pants and spank you in front of me.” I wasn’t afraid of getting caught. I was alone in a strange city with no one paying attention to where I was going or how long I was gone. He, on the other hand, had to leave within a few hours so his wife wouldn’t suspect. I don’t recall what lie he told her but our time was limited. From our morning news briefing to a weekly Good News Newsletter, get the best of The Week delivered directly to your inbox. It is amazing the camaraderie that develops between DWC folks. At Debby’s insistence I invited Don out for a game of golf. We were awkward with each other at first but then soon conversation flowed easily. Even though we didn’t speak of the other day there was an obvious bond between us. Don and I have become good friends and we see them both frequently. Both Don and I know that when the four of us get together we will definitely be getting disciplined but wouldn’t have it another way. True friends like Sandra and Don are hard to find and well worth the “pain” and effort of keeping.In the years since, my husband and I have had relationships with many people, both singles and couples. Some of these have been brief and impassioned; others have been deeper sexual relationships that evolved into friendships that have endured even after some of the mutual ardor cooled. The compersion aspect brings both my husband and I joy, and we appreciate each other more when we can see each other as sexual beings through fresh eyes. Well, it is certainly true that you could do a lot better with treating me respectfully, and I hope you will, in the future. But I am talking about now, right this minute, after all this pouting and moping around and acting like a martyr, and acting like I am some kind of tyrant. Do you understand what I mean?” I’ll stop when I’m good and ready,” she told me, “and for the next few days you’re going to think about why you got this whipping every time you sit down.” She gave me another thirty or so swats before she laid her paddle on the table and said, “that should be warm enough. Now I want you to get up and go in the bedroom. I’ll be in in a couple of minutes, and you know how I want you.”“Yes ma’am,” I replied standing up. “Tell me,” she demanded, wanting to hear it from me.