You Ask Angie, In As Even A Tone As You Can Muster, How Her Lunch Date With Greg Went. Your Wife Gives

You sent your wife a “how’s it going?” text, the first night of her trip with her boss. The reply from her phone was this picture. When she got home, you asked her why he got a room with two beds. “Well, one was for sleeping...” was her reply.

Your wife modeled these pink panties for you last night. You’d never seen her look sexier.

This morning she got on a plane, for a meeting she didn’t really need to attend. She did that because her colleague, the man who sent her these pink panties in the inter-office mail, will be there. She’s going to wear them for him, this evening. She’s going to be wearing nothing but them, and a smile, when she opens her hotel door to let him in, in fact.

Her phone will be on the nightstand, with you silent on the other end of the line. You’ll hear her moan when he slides his big cock inside her, hear her scream when he makes her cum.

Last night, you thought she’d never looked sexier. Tonight, you’ll think she’s never sounded sexier. And tomorrow, when she comes back home to you, and you’re devouring her pussy while she tells you every detail...you’ll tell her she’s never tasted sexier.

I’m her boss, and she’s my favorite employee. Her husband knows how we distract ourselves from the office grind, and he chooses her office attire accordingly. I approve of his choices....high heels, short skirts, tight tops with plunging necklines. When he does a really outstanding job picking panties, I keep them as a souvenir. It’s my way of complimenting his sartorial expertise.

He buys a lot of panties.

He invited me over, so I thought it odd that he answered the door with a briefcase in his hand. “Work called, gotta go in for a bit. Wife’s down the hall” was his hello, and goodbye. Odd, indeed.

I wandered down the hall, thinking that was expected, til I came to a half-open door. She was on the bed, scantily clad, spectacularly sexy. Things started to click into place for me, and the final click was when she said “my husband had to go for a while, and he said I should entertain you.”

I replied “I’m enjoying just looking at you, so I can’t wait to see what entertaining includes.” She laughed, a friendly laugh, and patted the bed next to her. I sat down and she said “I think you know what we have in mind. How much of our time are you willing to waste?”

A strong, direct, honest woman, who knows what she wants...not something you run across every day. I put one hand behind her neck to pull her to me for a kiss, as the other cupped her firm breast. “I don’t want to waste any” was my response, and she kissed me harder, pulling her bra strap down to expose that beautiful breast to me. I pulled the other, and her tits were free, her bra around her waist. I clamped onto a hard nipple with my mouth as my hands busied themselves removing her panties.

Her hands were busy too, with buttons and zippers, and before we knew it we were both naked. I pulled her into a 69, and she lowered her pussy onto my face as she licked down the length of my shaft. I probed her with my tongue, nibbled her pink clitoris, and tried to concentrate on her pleasure even as I felt my own building under the efforts of her talented mouth. Pausing once, mainly to breathe, I asked how long her husband would likely be gone. “Long enough, baby...he knows what’s up” was her reply, and exactly the one I wanted to hear.

I was ready to fuck, and so was she. I rolled her over, scrambled around between her legs, and kissed her as my rigid cock impaled her. She was sucking the taste of herself off my tongue, and moaning, by the time I worked my full length inside her. We started missionary, rolled over again to cowgirl, and were a few minutes into doggy style when I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. She had orgasmed, at least once, and I was ready to join her.

“Gonna cum” I grunted...a warning, an announcement, a chance for her to tell me how she wanted it. “Yes, baby, yes, cum in my pussy” was her groaned response, and it sent me over the edge. I fired my load, deep inside her, and watched her blond hair bounce as she nodded “yes, yes, yes”.

A minute or two of cuddling, and she picked up her phone to tap out a message. She showed it to me. “Your friend just fucked me. Come home and reclaim your wife.” I nodded, and grinned, and got up to get dressed.

He invited me over, but I barely saw him. Maybe next time, we will get a chance to hang out, him and me.

I hope not.

Same thing happened to me

Uncensoredpleasure

So it’s been 10 days since I tried to log in to my Tumblr account (uncensoredpleasure.tumblr.com), only to find Tumblr had decided to terminate my blog. Not only has my blog been deleted, but even with this new blog, I cannot access any NSFW content or blogs so far.

I’ve emailed @support twice, to demand an explanation as to why they have deleted my account, without any prior warning or notice whatsoever….still waiting to hear back from them. I don’t recall violating any of their terms or conditions in my posts, but as I’ve tried to explain to them, I’d be more than happy to remove any content which may have inadvertently incurred in any violation…rather than terminating the entire blog, I would have at least expected the courtesy of a warning, or removing a specific post rather than the page itself.

It’s a bit…funny (to put it nicely), that, aside from making this platform less user-friendly with every update, @staff​ allows for blogs which happily promote (just to list a few):

 - White supremacy

 - Underage sex

 - Rape

but they’ve decided the blog they have to close down is mine…

Below you’ll find the state of my blog a day prior to Tumblr shutting it down. I’ve tried to explain to @support​ that @uncensoredpleasure has been an invaluable personal project, and that it breaks my heart to see it aribitrarily terminated. From a handful of posts based on gay cuckolding, one of the first if not the first blog to focus on this fetish, to over 10.000 entries, 4 years of work, a fanbase of over 130.000 followers, and (I hope) an unprecedented number of gay cuckolding blogs which popped up inspired by this page….This is not just some spank bank.

My only hope in recovering what Tumblr has decided to take away from me/us, is that we make enough noise for them to listen, and at the very least explain why this site was shut down. For this, I NEED ALL OF YOU. If you’ve ever read one of my posts and enjoyed it, I ASK THAT YOU REPOST THIS. I don’t know if we’ll get @uncensoredpleasure back, or even if I’ll keep the blog going if we do, seeing how Tumblr treats its users, but I refuse to give up without a fight.

PLEASE REPOST!!!!!!!!!!

She can’t suppress her smile as her lover lowers his briefs and his thick, veiny cock springs free. She will soon savor the familiar taste of his precum, and her pussy is already moist in anticipation of this fat cock sliding deep inside her. She will tell her husband enough to satisfy his cuckold angst, but he will never know the full story of how she gives herself completely to this dominant man. Hubby thinks he wants to know it all, but she knows better. He couldn’t handle it…but she can, and she will.

Your boss invited you and your wife for dinner. You’re up for a promotion and this is part of his “process”. When you walk into the bathroom, you look at her and whistle appreciatively. Then she takes your breath away.

“Honey, why don’t you let me go on my own for this? You want this job, and you’ve been saying for years that it is a turn on to think of me with another man. We could kill two birds with one stone.”

Stunned, you can’t form thoughts, much less words. She leans back, lets you have a long look at her, and continues. “If he fucked me, you’d get the job for sure, wouldn’t you?”

Through the maelstrom of emotions you finally respond. “Are you sure?”. As soon as you say it, you realize it wasn’t anything like no, or please don’t, or are you crazy? It was, “are you sure?”, which implies that you aren’t full of doubt, which you are. But it’s too late now.

“I’m sure. I want you to have what you want!” she replies brightly. “Of course, it won’t be just this once. I mean, if he fucks me, he’s going to want it again. And again.”

And then she left. Alone. You’re in your favorite chair, drinking your favorite whiskey, waiting and unsuccessfully trying not to masturbate as you picture the scene. In your mind, he’s stripped of her of everything except the thigh high stockings. Her legs splayed wide open, his cock inside her, her sexy feet sliding up and down his legs as he thrusts madly and she bucks up to meet him. He’s looking down at her with that smug grin you’ve seen so often, watching your bride’s face when he makes her cum.

You’ll get the job, for sure. Whether or not you “have what you want”....time will tell.

Aunt Nancy

Your wife heard you on the phone with your buddy, asking him to come over and help you patch some drywall. She changed into her work clothes, to “help out”, and now you’re fixing the damage alone and listening to the headboard bump against the wall. If he doesn’t cum soon, you’re gonna have another place that needs patching.

Your wife never wanted to go to the races with you, until it occurred to her that there were lots of coarse, debauched young men there who could provide her with her preferred forms of entertainment.

I couldn’t believe my luck. Her pretty face, sexy blond hair, delectable-looking body...I couldn’t believe that my acquaintance’s wife was this little vixen. He expressed a desire to see her with another man, and I expressed a willingness to meet her, but I never thought she’d be this vision of eroticism.

We went through the usual introductions, the awkward phase, the first double entendre that induces nervous laughter. I find a direct approach often works best. “We know why we’re here” I announced, and they both nodded. I held my hand out to her, and after a long look at her husband, she took it.

It was their house, but I could figure it out, so I led her to her own bed, with husband in tow. I sat, and pulled her petite body to me in a firm but gentle embrace. “Just relax...go with it” I whispered, and I could feel her body comply with my instruction.

Our first kiss was warm and slow and sexy, with my hands roaming down her back, cupping her firm young ass. She put her hands on my chest, and left them there...a move that felt like surrender. I put my hands on her chest, on her breasts, cupping them now, and squeezing. She closed her eyes as we kissed again and my hands made their way inside her top to her warm flesh.

We began to disrobe, and in his corner, so did her husband. One truth is that his cock is probably a lot closer to average than he knows. Another is that it is significantly smaller than mine, a fact that his young wife certainly noticed, and instantly. She didn’t look afraid, but I may have seen a hint of concern. I don’t know what I’d have seen if I looked at him. She had my full attention, now.

I laid her back on the bed and kissed my way down her body, pausing at her responsive nipples before making my way to the treasure between her legs. I kissed and nibbled just a little, and then rolled her on top of me in a 69 position. As I resumed my oral attentions, I felt her hands, and then her moistened lips, begin to do the same for my cock.

I’m pretty good at eating pussy, and hers is absolutely delicious. She was talented as well, and despite the fact that we both clearly enjoyed giving and receiving these oral pleasures, it soon came time for the main attraction.

I rolled her over again, on her back. I mounted her, my rigid cock resting against her slit as I stroked her sexy hair out of her face. Those big, gorgeous, innocent eyes looked up at mine and she said, very quietly, “go slow”. I understood...she was about to have a thicker, longer cock inside her than she was accustomed to, and she wanted to be sure she was ready. I smiled, and nodded, and she smiled back at me and began subtly moving her hips up and down beneath me.

This was going to be good. I didn’t fault her for expressing her reservations, and now I knew that despite them, this girl was ready to fuck. I spread her legs, my arms hooking her knees, and she grasped me to guide me in. Her husband asked “are you okay?”, but his timing was off. Just as he spoke, I pressed forward and entered his wife, and her first moan drowned out his question. I slowly worked back and forth, just a little deeper with each stroke, and I watched as those big pretty eyes widened.

“So deep” she whispered to me, when I still had two inches to go. I could tell she was ready, and on my next thrust I buried myself inside her to the root, and I watched those pretty eyes roll back in her head as she moaned a guttural “fuuuuuuck me”. Time to really get to it.

Back and forth, long strokes, her feet on my shoulders now and her head rolling side to side. She was made to fuck, and her trepidation about cock size was long forgotten by us both. The intensity of her orgasms was almost overwhelming, as she writhed and bucked with me, thrust for thrust. Finally, I could hold back no longer and with my final thrust I ejaculated deep inside this pretty girl, this married woman, filling her as her silent husband hovered out of sight and out of mind, on the periphery of our consciousness.

I collapsed on to her, nuzzling her neck. She embraced me, gently at first and then tighter, as she came back to her senses. “That was great, baby” I said, as I withdrew from her body. Her nodded agreement was so enthusiastic I had to laugh a little, and say “we should do it again sometime.” “We will!” was her instant and authoritative response, and I believed her. I dressed, and left, figuring there was nothing I needed to say to her husband, and about a thousand things that needed to be said between them. Hopefully, he’ll call to arrange a follow up. If he doesn’t, I’m willing to bet she will.