how about some shaved kitty pics?

(fear I am getting too daring but doing it anyway cause I am physically aroused now)

 

I must admit shaved is nice

 

I love my kitty, she is my best friend!

 

no I am not taking them right now, I am not super media savvy so this is stuff hubby loaded before

 

keep em comin

 

I think your a MILF, and would love to see more.(we wont tell hubby):-D :-D

 

yeah please more

 

you are damn hot !! i like youre shaved pussy

 

hehehe

Really I guess I am a WILF, as I am a wife but not a mom!

Here is some more, and drop me a PM to talk some more, I have vids but I am not so sure on posting those!

Thanks for all the encouragement and THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING ME!

 

tell us about you. What are your fantasies?? your fav position? do u swallow? your hottest experiences?

 

I have a story my hubby wrote about the last time our "special" friend visited, want me to post it?

 

great lips

 

please do

 

I want everything about you

 

Here is the story my hubby wrote, and some pics from the vid (story will explain)
ENJOY GUYS!






An old band mate of mine came to Tampa to stay with us. Jay hadn’t been down to see us since we moved, and we were excited to have him down…

We went all out and had a fantastic dinner at home. After the meal we sat on the back porch talking, laughing, smoking, and telling old war stories. Unbeknownst to me, the entire night, my wife had not been wearing panties. She had a “meeting day” at work, and as always, had shaved her legs since someone was coming to stay with us. For meeting day, with shaved legs, she decided to shake things up by wearing a dress, a casual dress, but a dress nonetheless. The guys at work were astonished, and she had enjoyed reminding them that they had been taking orders and telling dirty jokes to a woman, a fact that often eluded them, given her personality. Fueled by this, the fun of such a good friend coming to stay, and a bit less intimate time with me than she actually wanted recently, she decided to get creative.

Throughout dinner she tried once, maybe twice, to give Jay a non-chalant peek, but mostly was too afraid, having lost the sexually charged nerve she had when taking the panties off secretly in the bathroom while I was cooking on the grill. By the time we finished the meal and started to kick back, relax, and rehash the old days, she was quickened once more. For the last 15 to 20 minutes she had been fully exposing her beautiful pert pussy lips, shaved close but still outlined by hair, to Jay. Jay had made it clear to her that he could see, was looking, and enjoying it. He kept rearranging his pants so that she could notice as his cock tripled in size inside his shorts, all as she played her game with him.

All the while I had no idea, I was truly oblivious. I got up to bring in some dishes, and they finished what we were talking about as I got out of earshot. My wife, looking to see that I was out of sight, slowly spread her legs, put two fingers in her pussy while staring at Jay, licked her fingers, leaned forward, and said

“I am going to fuck you so many times this trip”

She then closed her legs, turned her legs under the table and away from him, and smiled at me as I returned. I noticed the bead of sweat forming on Jay’s temple, and figured he was enjoying the heat down here…I had no idea how much.

We came inside, I finished up rinsing the dishes with my wife and Jay helping, and Jay and I sat down on the couch. My wife said she was getting into comfy clothes and disappeared into the back bedroom to change. This usually meant that she would emerge in a tank top with no bra, and long pajama pants. Instead, after much to long a period of time, she emerged in my oldest robe. It was a black robe with crimson trim, made of silk. It was readily apparent she had no bra under the robe, and her perfectly shaped and sized breasts heaved freely and heavily under the silk as she strode into the kitchen, got more soda, and waltzed into the living room.



In this I was shocked, not that she was wearing it, that hadn’t really dawned on me yet, but by how stunningly it fit her form, how high the short ¾” length was on her legs, and lost in the question of whether there were panties under it, as there was no bra to be sure.

Jay obviously enjoyed this amazing sight as much as I did, but as I sat transfixed, (rather than asking about the difference in her comfy clothing choices), he took it to mean she wore the robe often. I got up to use the bathroom and my wife took my place on the couch. When I came out, she was clicking through channels, and Jay was kicked back in a comfortable lean. What I didn’t know was that while I was using the bathroom, Jay’s tongue had been flirtatiously dancing across my wife’s clit.

As soon as I had rounded the corner, my wife had thrown her feet up on the couch and leaned back against her arm of it, spreading her legs, and whispering “taste me”. While Jay savored her uniquely sweet taste in secrecy, my wife’s clit hummed, and her pussy drenched in quiet waves of exhilaration at what she was getting away with. She had put her legs down, turning on her side, before my return. As I walked in and sat down asking what we should watch, I had no idea that the way she turned, looking completely innocent to me, gave Jay a full view of her perfectly formed pussy lips smashing together between her closed legs.

I asked what we should watch, and if I hadn’t realized something was on my wife’s mind yet, I got my first clue when she answered.

“Lets watch some porn, I mean, that’s what you guys always do when I go to bed anyway isn’t it?”

I was beside myself. I turned to see her shift, and the top of the robe open slightly, allowing her lower breast to disappear into the robe’s fabric at the couch, and her upper one to slip out half way, showing part of her nipple. She didn’t look at me, and pretended she didn’t notice, as she looked at Jay for a response. Jay simply said that it was a good thing I married her when I did, and we all shared a laugh as I went to choose an especially specific movie to watch.

In the back of my mind, at this point, I was fantasizing about the two of us (Jay and I) having our way with my wife that night, something I missed terribly. I chose a video that was all scenes of male, male, female threesome sex. As I sat in the chair in front of the couch and lit a cigarette, watching the first scene unfold with a brunette sucking two cocks, my wife pulled a pillow in front of her and hugged it. I could see in the reflection of the entertainment center that she had covered her partially exposed breast in doing so, and felt a pain of loss at its covering. As she was laying on her right side, and hugging the pillow with her left arm draped over it, what I could not see was that she had put her right arm under the pillow.

As the movie played on my wife fingered her gleaming, streamlined pussy, stopping now and again to pirouette on her clit in full view for Jay. As I watched the movie, hoping it might spur ideas in my wife’s head, Jay was stroking his cock through his shorts and staring at my wife’s pussy as she worked it in silent perfection.

Aside from the occasional snide comments and jokes at the porn’s expense, we watched in silence for about 20 minutes before my wife surprised us both, announcing she was tired and had to hit the hay. As both of our hearts sank into our feet, she got up, kissed us each goodnight on the lips, and swept off to bed. Jay and I stayed up well into the night discussing how great she looked in her robe, and finally turned in around 1AM, as he had arrived on a Thursday, and both my wife and I had to work the next day.

My wife got up and left for work early, as she always did with her long commute, and I got up roughly an hour later to get out the door, dragging from the late night. Jay was not to be seen, and even after loudly smashing a part of my dishes getting a glass for some morning juice, he was not awake. As I drove up 56th street my cell phone rang, and my wife reminded me that I needed to stop at the bank on my way home for some cash to go out with Jay while he was here. Although it was not an uncommon thing for her to call to remind me of something I usually would forget…giggle…this call was unusual.

What I hadn’t known was that my wife was calling me from her car, 5 minutes from home. Once she knew I was gone, she returned home and got back into bed. As my day carried on with the usual crises, Jay awoke and wandered into the kitchen in his boxers. My wife emerging from the bedroom in long pajama pants and a tank top startled him. My wife innocently said her boss had called about a delay in construction, telling her not to bother coming in. After they talked about how great it was to have him here, and how good dinner was, (totally avoiding the mythical level tease of the night before), my wife announced that she was taking a shower.

As Jay sat watching the news and drinking some juice, my wife came out in the same robe as the night before, hair in a towel, and lotion in hand. She sat down next to him on the couch and began engaging in small talk as she put lotion on her arms and legs. As she asked him whom he would have liked to win the recent presidential election, she untied the robe, let it fall completely open, and started to put lotion on her stomach. As she slowly moved up, she took special care spreading the creamy ice over her perfect breasts, and then down her sides to the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs and putting one foot up on the coffee table, then the next.

Jay looked at her and spewed one of his typical tourettes moments, saying, “God you are just gorgeous”. My wife simply giggled saying “I Know”, and tied up her robe, much to the detriment, once again, of Jay’s spirit. She saw him adjust his hard cock in his boxers to be less obvious as she placed the lotion bottle on the coffee table for the dogs’ inspection. She asked what he wanted to do, as they had the whole day now, and got a generic response that “it doesn’t matter”. They decided on a gourmet breakfast of pop tarts, and settled into flirting to no end. Each time Jay started to address the teasing, the lust he felt for her, or make an advance, she shut him down, redirected the conversation, and started over.

Eventually Jay had lost hope that something was going to happen, and he decided to go get dressed. My wife agreed that she should too, rather than bumming around while he is here. As they walked down the hall to the bedrooms to change, and Jay entered his, she walked past. Jay closed his door, and picked out some shorts and a three button shirt to put on, as he slid down his boxers un-ceremoniously, my wife burst through the door, thrust him onto the bed in a sitting position, and knelt at his feet, taking his flaccid cock in her nimble fingers and leading it into her mouth. As Jay leaned his head back and moaned “YEESSSS”, she felt his cock grow against her tongue.

She took no time once he was fully erect, and without so much as looking in his eyes, she stood up, straddled his lap, and slid his cock into her steaming hot, soaking wet pussy. She rode him hard, fast, and pushed her muscles until she could not continue, and within minutes, looked at him with her hands on his cheeks and said…
“Fuck me from behind, as hard as you can”.


As Jay shuddered in a long anticipated, flooding orgasm, sinking his seed deep into her uterus, my wife chilled at the feeling of his cock sliding out of her from behind, and collapsed onto her side next to him. Before Jay could say a word, she got up, walked out, and got dressed. The day continued this way, teasing, powerful, unrelenting, until the third and last time they fucked, in our bed, on my side, with Jay on top of her, squeezing her right breast just a little too hard, and cumming, finally, as my wife’s earth shattering and first orgasm of the day spread from the finger on her clit to the pulsating walls around his cock.

Not more than twenty minutes after they had cleaned up, I arrived home, having left work early, (due primarily to lack of sleep). Jay was to leave Sunday around 2:30pm, so tonight, the next day, and that night was the only time left. I tried to rally my spirits and keep things on a party vibe, and was relieved to see that they were both pretty tired. I had gotten a call around 2pm from my wife saying her boss let her out early on account that company was there, and was not surprised to find her sitting on the couch in her work clothes when I walked in.

The night was rather uneventful, pizza was ordered, as we were all tired, several shows were watched, and sociopolitical conversation peppered by our joint love of psychology dominated the night. My wife headed off to bed around 10:45 stating that her commute just killed her, and that she would be “more fun tomorrow”. By 12:30 Jay and I were off to bed, and as I settled in next to my wife, saying as I always did, “Sweet dreams, I Love You”, images of raw carnal embrace between the three of us danced in my head. I could see, feel, even taste the images of both my and Jay’s cock entering her pussy at the same time, my ultimate fantasy, and one unfulfilled with flesh, but proven possible with my cock and a dildo.

Around 3AM that night my wife crept out of bed, into Jay’s room, and sucked his cock until he came in her mouth, getting off on him having to try to remain silent, knowing how talented she was at it. I slept like a baby right through it, having an all too common, and totally ridiculous for my age, very wet dream.

The next day we had bacon and eggs for breakfast, and then spent a terrible hour doing the dishes built up since Jay had arrived. We were all showered and dressed late, and spent only two hours at Busch Gardens, our long-standing plan for part of the trip. We finished our day out with dinner at a local Mexican restaurant and returned home contented. After all hitting the bathrooms, and getting some drinks, I made my move. I asked what we should do, and getting no real response, as I expected, suggested strip poker with a knowing smile. As I looked to my wife for the coming patronizing look to state that it wasn’t going to happen, she sat up, smiled, and said “SURE!”

I brought out the cards, and before 40 minutes had passed, Jay was naked, my wife only had panties on, and I had only my shorts with no underwear left. If I could just win the next hand, and get her fully naked, then her next loss she would have to take an order from the winner, a sure fire way to enter the threesome I had been dreaming about for months.

As we turned the cards, and she won, I realized I had come in second, and Jay was the loser. I looked up at my wife just in time to see the words escape her mouth…

“I think you better taste me”.

With that, she slid off her panties, ran her fingers up and down her pussy lips once while spreading her legs, and Jay thrust his tongue against her clit.

Within an hour and a half I had cum twice, Jay once, my wife once, and we were all lying cuddled in our bed. My wife got up, went to the bathroom, came back, turned off the lights, and we all fell asleep.

The next day we all struggled to get up, packed, and out the door in time. Sad farewells were exchanged, and we drove back from the airport talking about how great it was the night before to have finally filled my wife with two men at once. We were especially loving and snuggly that night, and fell off to sleep contented and in love.

When I returned from work that Monday, I found a note taped to a box sitting on top of the entertainment center. I looked at the box, recognizing it as a new VCR, and read the note with keen interest.

I am staying at The Swan for the next two nights, I am tired of driving, my legs are sore, and I wanted you to have some time alone. I love you, had a wonderful weekend, and will be very unhappy if I return home and you haven’t checked the surveillance system.
Love,
Me

 

you got a great hubby with you

 

thank You, he is great to me!

"the Hubby" (shield eyes men!)

 

in case I made anyone soft with that, and because a PM asked for "clit pics"
(I feel so naughty)

 

you guys are so great!

you took a "good wife" and made her a "bad wife"

GIGGLE!

 

Keep them cumming