Doggy Wife

Wife porn is complicated for me. It addresses and tangles up all the issues I have with fantasy, reality, being bad and being responsible.

Here's one hell of a hot pic, her being entered from behind. And notice the wedding ring.

Thanks, wifey.

The unanswered question is if you're fucking your wife, or someone else's wife. If she's married to you or to someone else.

We just saw "Superbad" 2 nights ago, and there's a scene early in which the "Seth" character talks about how he likes to stick his boner up into his waist pants and shoot a load onto his stomach under his clothes.

My wife thought that was "disgusting." I said nothing... as I did not think it was quite so. I, in fact, have done this before.

When I was younger, and not so young. I jerk off more than I fuck or get fucked. And I do think I have a pretty healthy sex life with my wife. But getting hard and jerking off, occasionally, to different impulses confounds and ignites me. It's safe and it's hot. Mysterious and curious and off limits and secret.

Dirty and responsible.

Erotic fuel that fires off different neurons and synapses in my brain, when I'm passionate and hard and fucking, places I don't intellectualize, thoughts I let come, without barriers and without judging. Try a new fantasy. I wonder what it would be like to fuck someone else's wife, or watch someone fuck my own.

It flirts with a transgression I don't think is appropriate for polite or mixed company. And that is certainly much of its power.

And that may be a good illustration of the differences between the sexes. If my wife professes to not understand the attraction of having a secret - and messy - orgasm under your clothes, how do I allow that to thrill me? To a certain extent, because she doesn't like it?

The forbidden mess of it makes it so much "dirtier." Explosive, forbidden.

Yet I know she is game for a clothed, furtive secret jack-off on occasion. The voices of people in the other room make her cum 50% quicker than if we were alone. She'd want to take her time if we could, but she's faster in the wine cellar at a friends; she's more "careful" about cumming when we have the whole afternoon.

We are yoked to what we are "supposed" to do. Yet we find an irresponsible thrill, even in discounting someone else's fantasy.

That polite wife of mine, she loves being entered from behind. That position, so different from looking into her face, and feeling my body rub against her pussy and stomach. Instead, from behind, rutting, my cock feels different in her cunt. My erection curves back into her instead of up - as I push against her ass cheeks.

I feel deeper. My pubic area just above my cock rubs against her asshole, open. I barely finger it, teasingly. My hands on her cheeks, spreading and pushing her up against me as I go deep, no face, no breathing together, no soft kisses. Just ass.

She sits to meet me, fucking, her bent up to receive me. Her tits flopping back and forth as she pumps me. Rhythm. Even.

As I get closer to orgasm, I go slower but keep the rhythm - she feels it - she knows it's coming. Keep going. Fuck that ass.

And that's not dirty at all. Hot orgasmic sex in unison, both feeling for each other, exposure and passion. Open to each other's erotic power over the other. And overtaking ourselves. Making our own porn.

And it's polite when both parties are having a good time.

(Postscript: right before I posted this, I found the "same" picture. Ring and everything. I don't think I'm the only one getting hard fantasizing fucking a wife.)