Sissy Magazine: How to Be a Lady on the Street and a Slut in Bed！

As a hotwife active in the cuckolding lifestyle, I have a lot of embarrassing sex stories. There's one that my long-term boyfriend always like to remind me of, too. Sometimes when we're cuddling in bed between rounds of sex, we'll have really corny conversations. In the post-coital bliss, when I'm high on endorphins, I like my man to tease me and to be romantic. We might ask questions, such as: what's your favorite thing about me? What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done? What's your ultimate sexual fantasy?

I asked my boyfriend, in his opinion, what was the sexiest thing I had ever done for him. At least in part, I was asking for practical reasons. Couples should always communicate so you can learn each other's preferences. I really just wanted to know what my boyfriend liked in bed so I could do it for him. But the sexist moment in our relationship? He asked if I remembered a romantic dinner we had been on a few months ago. He had worn a handsome suit and I was in a cocktail dress. I had spent all afternoon getting ready. I was in stockings and heels, more make-up than I usually wear, and I had just gotten my hair done. When he picked me up that night, he said I looked like a movie star ready for the red carpet.

That wasn't the sexiest moment though. When we were in the car going home, I started pressuring him to go faster. I really wanted to get home as soon as possible. Was I really that eager to get in bed? The truth was, we had been drinking wine at dinner and I had some coffee with dessert. I don't usually drink coffee, and I didn't want to use the toilet at the restaurant because my dress was really tight and it would have been cumbersome. Coffee makes me need to use the toilet—and not just to pee.

My boyfriend said, I can pull over and bang you right now, if you want.
Honey, can we just go home please? I said. I need to take a huge dump!

After we got home, I sat on the toilet, took a shower, and douched my butt. We had really slow and romantic anal sex that night, and when he slid his penis into my ass, he asked if I was feeling better. I squeezed my anus as hard as I could, so he could feel it. I told him that his penis was much better to have in my ass than anything else.
But, yeah. He has never stopped teasing me about that moment. As soon as I got home, I ran to the bathroom, hiked up my dress, peeled off my panties, and started farting. I didn't even have time to close the door, and my boyfriend started laughing his ass off. I knew there was a reason I wore thigh-highs instead of pantyhose, I said. He came over and planted a rough kiss on my lips, telling me I was amazing. My face got cherry red. He squeezed my cheek like I was a baby and told me to take my time. He'd be waiting for me in bed.

Who knew? The sexiest thing a girl can do is to get all dolled up like a princess—and sit on the throne. I think the appeal is that, even though I looked like a supermodel, having to use the toilet proved that I'm still human. It also showed that I'm a slave to my body's needs. If I can't control my own ass sometimes, what chance do I stand a man inside me? Also, guys just like anything to do with a girl's butt. Maybe it's just that simple.