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I think it is important to acknowledge that ‘cheating’ is perhaps the wrong word here. She had sex with another man, you don’t say how many times but I would assume that it was more than a one-off, with your encouragement. I think that you should let her know you still love her, that you respect her and that you fully respect her right to enjoy sex with other men. She needed it, and thats why it happened.  It would be good for her to share what made her want to do it and what was the trigger for actually sleeping with another man. Also, why did she decide to stop? When you know, you can help her, encourage her and support her for next time. She needs to know it is OK to think about other men - all women do that - but that she’s special and you understand that her needs are important, and as her partner they are important to you.

Some additional thoughts - perhaps you can find out what she enjoyed most about her little ‘adventure’, and help her focus on that. How much she deserves to have it? 

Is the other guy still around? Have you explored whether she would still like to see him, but with your encouragement this time?

Has your girlfriend cheated?

Are you SURE she’s never cheated? I mean really, REALLY sure?

I’ve been with my girl now for many years, I used to almost beg her every time she went out to hook up with another guy. She would always refuse and tell me she loved me and only me.

Sure we would role play on occasion or she would jerk me off and make up a story about her sucking one of my friends cocks to make me cum. But when it came to ever following through it was always off limits.

I’d even leave early sometimes from parties and come home to jerk off to captions of cheating girlfriends, hoping that was what she was doing at the club. Peeking out the curtain at 4am as she was arriving home, hoping to catch a glimpse of her kissing some guy that walked her home. She would always arrive home alone though, climb into bed next to me and kiss me goodnight.

Sometimes she might jerk me off as she told me how she grinded up against a guy on the dancefloor or how someone asked for her number. I was always hoping one of the stories might lead to more, but she just said, sorry, I’m a good girl and I don’t do that sort of thing.

After many years I had pretty much given up on the idea, sure I would still encourage her, sometimes almost beg her to go out and be a slut. But deep down she had convinced me, that just wasn’t her, she just wasn’t that sort of girl.

I trusted her and she knew I wanted her to do it, so If she did I was sure she would tell me and, well, if she didn’t then I would just have to make do with tumblr captions and her sometimes flirting a little while she was out clubbing.

Then one day, a fairly normal Tuesday afternoon as we sat on the couch watching TV, a show came on about people cheating. As we watched, I could sense just a little, tiny hint of discomfort from her. I told her that if she ever had cheated, I would want to know, as not knowing would be so much worse. I could feel she was holding something back, my heart was racing as I kept questioning her, she denied it and said it was all in my head. But I could see her start to crumble, I could tell there was more to it than she was letting on.

My long term girlfriend of many years, who claimed to be a faithful and loving girl was on the brink of a confession. My heart was beating out my chest and my hands sweaty as I looked at her sheepish face, eventually she looked me in the eyes and said “fine, yes, I’ve cheated on you”.

A mix of emotions washed over me, anger, jealousy, curiosity, lust, passion, love, hate. But the undeniable fact was my cock was already getting hard.

I could feel the buldge in my pants grow as I told her to tell me everything. Her eyes swelled up with tears as she started to name the people, the places and all the slutty things she had done.

She wasn’t even done confessing to everything, but I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled my cock out and told her to get on her knees. She was crying and her eye makeup was streaking in black lines down her face. I told her to suck my cock as she confessed to everything, she bobbed her head up and down and took short breaks to tell me more details about all the times she cheated on me.

It didn’t take long for me to cum, I shot a huge load, spurt after spurt of cum all over her face. By the time I was done she was a mess of makeup and cum, it was in her hair, her eyes and dripping from her mouth down her chin. I wish now I had taken a photo, she looked like she had just been gangbanged by a group of guys – I’ve never seen her look so hot and slutty.

The first caption on this blog is when she admitted to fucking my friend, but before that this is how I properly found out my girl is a slut. I’m still madly in love with her and frankly, wouldn’t have her any other way. But for you guys sitting at home reading this, jacking off to all these tumblr captions, wishing your girl was the cheating slut in the photo, believing that she just “isn’t that type of girl” – be careful what you wish for, it just might be more real than you could ever imagine.

And in case you are wondering, yes this is a true story, it was quite a while ago now but I’ve recalled the details from memory as close to real events as possible. I’d love to hear feedback about what you guys think and if anyone else has been in a situation like this!

Lisa here. This is going to keep me busy for weeks!

Developments part 2 - Coffee and a chat

Once she was ready (jeans, burgundy long-sleeved top , nothing more revealing) we drove to the cafe where we had arranged to meet John.

As planned, we arrived a few minutes early, got our coffee and sat down near the back of the room, with Lisa choosing to sit facing the door. “How are you feeling?” I asked. “Nervous but excited, and a bit aroused.” she confessed.

Lisa’s eyes flicked over to the door - “Shit, he’s here!”. I turned round to look, he was maybe a bit older than he looked in his photos, but pretty presentable. Well dressed, if a bit conservatively “what do you think?” I asked. “She, So far so good” she replied.

Lisa stood up and, smiling, waved him over. I could see that he was pleased to see us. We introduced ourselves, and after a few minutes small talk (him: divorced, not looking for another relationship yet, but not wanting to miss out, us: long-term married with kids at university), Lisa moved the conversation on. “John, if we were to invite you round, anything that happens will be at my, pace and for me to decide what I want.“ He wasn’t taken aback and agreed immediately, and asked about next steps, confirming that he would love to be involved. “I’ll email you when we have talked it over.” I said. 

Lisa and I finished our coffees and said goodbye, Lisa giving John a peck on the cheek on the way out. I knew that she would need a few minutes to gather her thoughts, so we drove home in silence. Once back, I poured a couple of glasses of red, and we went into the lounge. 

I looked over at my lovely wife and waited for her to speak. “I want this to be my decision, and I don’t want any pressure to do anything I don’t want to.”, she started. “Agreed.” I said, wondering what she was going to say next. She took a big gulp of wine and said “I want him to come round and you both to pull your cocks for me. After that we will have to see. I might join in but I’m not taking my knickers off, and I don’t want any pressure to do anything. Not even touching or kissing. I might want to put on a bit of a show though. Nothing too explicit though but I want to be admired as you both pull your cocks.”

“Of course” I replied, practically coming in my pants. “You’re a sexy, brave and an amazing woman, and I love you and want to see you making the most of life.” I went on, ” I don’t know about you but I could really do with a wank right now". “I thought you might”, she said, “I might join you in a minute.” I took off my pants and slowly pulled my cock while Lisa drank her wine, smiling at me cheekily. 

After a few minutes, she stood up and unfastened her jeans, pulling them off, but, leaving her knickers on. She rubbed herself gently outside her knickers, getting firmer with her fingers over the fabric, then put her hand under the waistband. “You’re so sexy” I told her. “I like it when you shoot”, she said, pulling her knees up and her knickers off in on smooth motion. I was amazed when, spreading her legs and putting her foot over the back of the sofa, to see that she had spent the time before we had met with John that she had trimmed her normally ‘natural’ puff down quite close. Clearly she had been anticipating that things might develop. “Oh Jesus,” I said. “You darling.” I came, shooting into the air, all over my shirt, legs and the sofa as she watched, pressing faster on her clitoris. Closing her legs tight on her hand, she leaned back, and came hard, her eyes closed and her entire body tensed. After a few silent moments, she relaxed and looked over at me, grinning slyly. "That looked amazing!" I said. "Were you thinking about it?" "Yeah", she replied. "And I think you should let John know I'd be very happy to have him come over!"

‘Window Shopping’. 

Mrs WSL puts 2,6,7,4 as her reasons. But 1 certainly features!

NSFW: Benefits of Choosing a Hotwife Lifestyle

1) Allowed freedom of sexual choices 2) Renewed confidence in myself and my body 3) Best sex of my life with a variety of men 💋 4) Attentive and happier Stag husband 5) Open communication with spouse 6) Feeling youthful and more sensual 7) Enhanced spark in our marriage 💌 8) Meeting many nice people in lifestyle 9) Stronger trust in our marriage to share fantasies 10) Fulfilling taboo fantasies as a married woman

Amy 🍒 (33) – Since April 2016 @ Clearwater Beach, FL

Developments!

We’re meeting with another man, tonight. Just for coffee and a chat. A chat about him fucking my wife, obviously!

She’s in the shower now..

Wish us luck!!

“If we did it...

'On my way!’

hotwife

“What an adventure”

Oh god. Mrs WSL and me have watched this three times this weekend, and she tells me she watched it a couple more times on her own.  https://www.shortoftheweek.com/2015/02/10/girlfriend-game/

We both knew what she’d be thinking about.

My wife said this!

Thanks for the info, es!

Hi - we both love your blog, and your postings have been getting a lot of attention when we browse together :-). Question - what are you using to caption your pics? They look great!

Hi & Thanks. I do all the captions from my iPhone using an app called “Phonto” for pictures and “GifBoom Pro” for gif files. We have also followed your blog now, so looking forward to seeing some of your very own captions ;-)