Dueling Porn

I do like the 'instant alibi' of being able to tell hubby brightly, "Oh don't look...I'm surfing for porn for the next dueling porn session,

I was surfing cuckolding blogs at the time and he grinned and backed out of the room. Of course then I had to find some porn to water down the cuckolding theme a bit. Then I thought, why not push it a little..I mean we know he likes the idea of slutting his wife out.

I went to yuvutu and just clicked a few videos to get an idea of the theme. I bookmarked a few that seemed promising and decided I would watch them cold with hubby. I mean porn is porn....

I selected a couple with "deepthoat" in the title, (always a crowd favorite, am I right?) a couple of threeway looking ones that were mfm..a video with babysitter in the title to push him on the theme we had discussed the other day, then went back to finish my actual surfing. When he poked his head in to see if I was 'ready' I beckoned him to sit by me. I closed out Firefox which dumped everything I was actually doing, (love that feature) and then started pulling up the bookmarked clips.

One of the clips was very cuckold looking...wifey in this clip was fucking a black man and he was , naturally true to stereotype... the white guy on the clip was mostly playing with her boobs and stroking her hair, very cuck-old-y don't you think.

I watched him sitting there transfixed at the video and had all kinds of evil ideas.

It got me thinking about the genre and my experiences and something I never got around to talking to hubby about.

Later, taking the advice of an anonymous comment about laying the groundwork to reveal some or all of my activities to my probably receptive hubby, I worked in some hotwife angle into a story I spun for him in bed.

We were listening to the country station and that song Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off. I stage whispered in his ear.."Did I ever tell you about the time Diana had me doing Tequila shots at the bar?" Diana - I don't know if I mentioned - is the resident party girl at work. I used to go to happy hour (before my promotion) with a whole bunch of people but the party revolved around her. I run into her from time to time and hubby always says I should take her up on the happy hour offer..perhaps I shall soon...anyway back to our story.

So I make up a story of Diana jiggling her implants to the jukebox and drawing all the attention our way. How surrounded by a group of her admires I get jostled and groped, and forget for just a minute I am married and find myself making out in a dark corner. I tell of groping fingering and how I barely escaped with my virtue but not with my panties. He was quite hard for the story. I wanted to finish the story with, "So I went into the men's room with him where he hoisted me onto the counter and fucked me while his friends cheered him on...but I just didn't have the guts.