New name

Well, I am changing the name of this blog.  I will not be a milkmaid for much longer.  Sorry guys!  So "milkmaid hotwife" just isn't a good way to decribe me anymore.  I just can't keep doing it forever (no matter how good it feels).  I have plastic surgery coming up this spring and I've got to dry out the udders so that I get some bigger udders! 

Now, I don't want to hear "But, Marie...  Your breasts are perfect.  You don't need surgery." 

My answer to you is:  I have breastfed babies and men for more than 3 years of my life.  My breasts are used equipment and its time to get them looking like new again!

So, that is it.  I this blog is no longer "From Boring Housewife to Milkmaid Hotwife".  (Not that it really matters since I didn't get a chance to talk about being a milkmaid yet...)

I am officially changing this blog name to:

"From Housewife to Hotwife"

One day my bull will come

I am a prisoner to my hormones.  Not just emotionally (as every woman is), but sexually.  I have times that I could skip the idea of sex for days and times when I can't get it off my mind for even a minute.

I think and do naughty things on those days.  

My poor husband was on the computer yesterday and I just had to suck him.  I had to feel him grow.  He was more than happy to let me have my fun.  Especially since it gave him the chance to ask me if I wanted to suck another man.  I looked into his eyes and happily moaned "uh huh" and sucked harder.  The thought of wrapping my lips over another man's member is enough to make me jump out of my seat right now and find the nearest willing body...

(This is the part where you walk into the room. *wink wink*)  

But, I am not that lucky.  We keep talking about my first hotwife encounter, yet it is not yet to be.  It makes for some great sex in the bedroom.  And I like sexting with him while he is at work.  But, that doesn't change that I am still a virgin-hotwife.  All talk, no cock.

*Sigh*

I hope that someday, my prince  (or should I say, bull?) will come.

Should I make a resolution?

Ugh! I started this blog with the best of intentions, but of course LIFE got in the way. And then along came Thanksgiving.  Then Christmas.  And New Years.... What was I thinking trying to start a blog during the holidays??!!!

Stupid me.

Oh well... it's a new year!  So, that means starting fresh- and that is just what I aim to do!

I guess the appropriate topic for this entry would be: new year's resolutions. 

Now, I hate resolutions.  They hardly ever work.  Everyone has the best of intentions to change- but rarely do those changes happen.  At least long term... 

For example, one year that I decided that I would make it my goal to run a 5K.  I was doing great training for it, then BAM!  My husband's back went out on Valentine's weekend and he ended up having vertebra fused.  Needless to say, his recovery was more important than my silly goal and it was forgotten.

Then, there was the year I vowed to style my hair 3 times a week. 

Yeah- I'm a stay-at-home Mom.  How long do you think that lasted?...  ;-)

Oh, and EVERYONE wants to lose weight and makes it their resolution to do so.  Then they somehow find their way to my gym during the 2 hours I am am there each day.  (Don't get me wrong- I want everyone to succeed in reaching their goals. Just not while I am there!)  I just have to plow through my workouts until spring- when most people make excuses to not go to the gym.  Then things will get back to "normal" and I won't have to fight for the best treadmills.

Anyway, back to resolutions.  I don't make them for the very reasons I just stated above.  Most people fail within a short period of time.  So why bother, right?

Wrong. 

I've decided that I've failed in the past because I didn't have an accountability buddy.  I've always made a goal, then kept it to myself.  That way, nobody would notice if I fail.  Sounds logical, right?

So, that is where you come in.  I want you to be my accountability buddy.  Make sure I keep up with my goal.  So, hold me to this statement:

My resolution is to keep up with this blog.  I will try to write regularly (3 times a week), but will not go longer than a week before posts. 

And that is it!  I want to write on this blog often.  I have sooooo many fun things jogging around in my head that I would love to get on "paper".  I have photos and stories and dreams that really ought to be shared.  After all, what fun is it keeping naughty daydreams to myself?

My touchy-feely husband

What do I want to say about my husband's hands?

They are wonderful.  I love when he holds my hand (squeezing my thumb under his).  How big they look when he holds our little girl- yet small enough to line up toy soliders while playing with our son.  His hands provide income for our family, yet are never too tired to help around the house.

But, his hands do have one "bad" habit.  They can't seems to stay off of me.  He is always squeezing my breasts, slapping my butt, grabbing my hips from behind, and reaching for my crotch. 

ALWAYS.

You would think a woman would love it.  And I do.  But, when the time is right.  And the right time would be when we are alone, right?  Nope.  We get plenty of moments without an audience.  But, that doesn't mean I want to start my mornings with a tit squeeze.  And when he first comes home, I struggle to keep his eyes off my shirt and his crotch away from my behind.  My evenings are nothing more than him telling me how he wants another man to f**k me or showing me a new piece of lingerie he wants to buy me.  Can a girl just get a hug or a kiss (and not the tongue down the throat kind)?  Or hear a gentle compliment that doesn't involve the words "fuck", "ass", or "cock"?  Really is that too much to ask?

I keep telling myself that this is a compliment.

I keep telling myself that some women would LOVE to be touched just once by their husband.

I keep telling myself that this is better than him touching someone else.

Sometimes I want to laugh at the way he thinks.  Like, when I am trying to discuss family coming to town and the first sentence out of his mouth is "How many cocks do you think you could handle at once?"  REALLY?  Your Mom is coming to town and you wonder if 3 cocks are too many???!!!  No dear.  3 cocks is not too much.  One for each hole.  Now, can we please decide which room your Mom is going to sleep in? 

Sigh.  I guess I should just embrace his touch-feely hands and overly-sexed mind.  Even better, I should join in on the fun.  I could greet him with a "love pat" on the crotch and a low cut shirt when he gets home from work today. 

When you can't beat them, join them.

Hi, I'm Marie

So, you may be wondering "Milkmaid Hotwife?.. what is that?"  Well...

I am a women who is no longer breastfeeding her child, but I still produce milk to sell.  I also offer wet nursing services.  A long time ago, it wasn't uncommon for a woman to offer her lactating breasts to other babies for milk.  She was called a "milkmaid".  I haven't had anyone ask me to nurse their baby, but I've had offers from men to be their milkmaid.

I am also a married woman whose husband wants to share with other men.  Its called "hotwifing".  (Do not confuse with "Swinging")

So, put those together and I am Milkmaid Hotwife!  Well... a wannabe Milkmaid Hotwife.  I sell my pumped milk but I haven't wet nursed yet.  And we've talked about hotwifing, but haven't made the plunge. 

That is where this blog comes in.  I want to get all my thoughts- the good, the bad, and the naughty- in one place. 

So, before I let you into my mind, I should tell you about me...   

My name is Marie. I am a 34 yr old woman.  I've been married to "S" for 7 years.  I have 3 children:  "J" (boy, 14 yrs), "N" (boy, 3 yrs), "Lil N" (girl, 1 yr).  I used to teach science courses at a college but gave it up to stay at home with our 2 little ones.  I love to read, workout 4-5 times a week, and feel a great sense of accomplishment when I cook something good for my family in the kitchen.  But, no matter how hard I try to find balance and make everyone happy- I find that I am not 100% satisfied.  There is this little voice in my head (or maybe its coming from my groin) that says "You want more."  I may look like all the other frazzled Moms you see at the store, but trust me, my mind still can find a second or two to admire the stock boy's toned arms or dream about what 10 minutes in the back of the FedEx guy's truck would be like...

Do not think I am sex-deprived.  I have a great sex life with my husband- he satisfies me in more ways than one (its more like 3 or 4 times each time!).  Its just that our fantasies pivot around the thought of me being with another man/men.  Add to that, my love for breast attention, and what you get is a horny housewife that looks at all men as potential lovers.

I am getting ready for my first nursing session sometime this month (hopefully).  And we are actively looking for a man to bring to the bedroom.  Can you imagine my excitement right now?  Can you imagine how incredibly nervous I am right now? Ugh! 

LET'S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH ALREADY!!!  :)