She Always Does…

I have admitted it, I totally do/

This was just a couple of months ago, sent to her new “friend” J. They were sending flirty texts about her all over suntan and he asked for photographic proof.

LOL, love it.

She took a mirror selfie of her new bikini and sent it me. She later showed me the message she sent to Tom, of the same selfie. I had to admit his replies were better than mine. This happened several years ago, I had no idea they were already doing much more than a bit of flirting and sexy texting.

Old friends and old truths.

I recently caught up with an old mate, one I had not seen for well over twenty years. We had a good night, we talked a lot of shit about how good we were and laughed at plenty of good times. We actually dated (well, lived with) sisters for many years, neither of us ended up marrying those two girls but we were pretty much brothers-in-law for the better part of fifteen years.

Talk got onto the two sisters and the subject of cheating came up (he and the sister he was with both cheated on each other towards the end). I told him how I had always suspected my one had cheated on me in the early days of us starting to live together. I walked into the kitchen of the first place we shared one day, I was almost certain (just not quite) that my mate, a different one, had been feeling her up. He kinda stepped back, pulled his hands away from her arse and looked all guilty. It was one of those moments that didn’t gel at first, it wasn’t until later that night that I started to think about what I had seen.

Back to catching up with my former almost BIL. It must have been the way I looked at him when I said I had suspected her. I was definitely fishing, seeing if he knew anything to quell all those years of curiosity but I certainly did not expect an apology. An apology for fucking my ex, it seems he enjoyed both sisters treats along the way - something I dreamed of many times, I always thought the older one (his partner) was way hotter. Anyway, he was apologising to me, thinking I had been onto him way back then. I was absolutely pissing myself laughing, the look on his face was pretty priceless.

I did ask him how many times before I told him what I was really intending to ask him about. Apparently it was a few, more than a few actually, he didn’t really remember. Maybe half a dozen times was the final number he settled on. The most interesting one, it seems, was on the beach one night when were camping, pretty much right next to where his girlfriend was sleeping (I was asleep in the back of my car, I remember the night well).

Anyway, once we finished laughing about that (I really don’t like her so it really was nothing but funny to me) I asked him about the other mate. He went a bit sheepish, like he felt guilty or bad for me. Then he just said yeah, and then he named another guy and said he did too. Apparently everyone knew the one I was suspicious about had fucked her one night, I now know they got busted in the back of a car by a couple of guys. Word got around (except to me) and another guy from the football club figured she was fair game. It seems she was.

So, I guess I was first cuckolded way back when I was a young man in my twenties. As I said I certainly had strong suspicions at the time, but I never did anything about it. Apart from when we broke up that is, I did throw in a cheap shot, saying I knew she had cheated on me. Thinking back on her face when I said it, now it makes sense. She looked confused, probably because she was wondering which time or times I knew about. That, in itself, is funny to think back on.

It never turned me on to think of her with other guys, nothing about her turns me on these days, no thoughts or memories. It never really bothered me at the time funnily enough, but it wasn’t something I wanted her to do more of. I can’t help but wonder though, did just knowing plant the seed for my fantasies somehow?

This is the first one of these I’ve made myself to post. I can’t take any credit for the content though, thank you to @wivesrforsharing who posted the picture with a comment similar to this caption. I hope me doing this is ok!

It’s true though, thinking about my wife getting a foot massage, wearing nothing but a towel and making no effort to keep herself covered up really gets to me.

Unbelievable.

The most amazing, stranger than fiction thing has happened over the last couple of days. The story started to unravel yesterday morning and, then, all was told this morning.

Our neighbours, on the left side as you face the street, are what I’d classify as pretty good friends. We have known them, Alan and Anna, for nearly twenty years now. We used to spend a fair bit of time together, when the kids were all younger but, nowadays, we would probably only catch up for a barbecue a couple of times a year. Of course we see each other outside, wave and say hello, stop for a chat and so on.

There has been a couple of times, over the years, when I have raised my suspicions with Louise, about Alan and Anna and, well, whether they might be into the same kind of things that we’ve been up to lately. Hotwifing I guess, or even swinging. The first time was on a very hot summer night, they were at our place for one of our then regular drinks and nibbles catch ups. It was way, way before Louise ever did anything with another guy, in fact I’d say it was probably before I had even confessed to my fantasies. The kids had finished doing their best to empty the pool, they’d eaten and were all inside watching a movie in our home theatre room. I remember I got up and threw the hose in the pool, commenting on how inviting the water looked. Anna said something about going home for a swimsuit to which Alan said since when did she ever need one to jump in someone’s pool. There was a bit of banter, including some light hearted urging from me and then, Alan “double dared” her.

I am certain he was as shocked as I was when she got up and said “fuck you Alan,” before stripping off to jump in the pool.

These days, I’m certain Louise would have joined her but, back then, I just got one of those looks when I suggested it. One that clearly said “don’t go there.”

Unfortunately, I had my back to the pool so I couldn’t really look much, not without being an obvious perve anyway. On the flip side, I did get a pretty decent view from a reflection in a large set of windows and glass doors we have, especially when she got out of the pool and dried off. Back then, Anna was quite curvy and, I must admit, looked pretty darned sexy all naked in my backyard that night.

Over the years, I guess through familiarity, Alan has made some pretty suggestive comments to Louise. It was like that double dare moment, he’s just that kind of guy who says a lot of shit that most of us only think, without saying. We were at a street party one night, Louise did look very sexy in a summer dress and Alan told her he would like to sneak her behind the big tree and have his way with her. Another night, at their place, he put his arm around her and asked her to go to the bedroom with him. It was always done in a way that could be made into a joke but I had always said to Louise that I thought he meant it.

Interestingly, in the early days of us talking about my fantasies, Louise did say that Alan was the kind of guy that she could have seen herself having sex with, if not for the fact that he was married and, also, if not for her being married herself.

Over the last couple of years, Anna has lost quite a lot of weight and there’s no way she could be described as curvy now, more like tall and lean. She dresses like she feels sexy too, far more so than she used too. She is often outside in a small pair of shorts and a t-shirt, or very tight yoga pants. Which brings me to the next little indicator, or point of my suspicions.

She was away in Bali, on a girls trip with her best friend, and she posted a photo of herself on social media. She had on one of those dresses that cannot do anything but turn heads. It was short enough to be sexy just for that, but it also had one of those plunging necklines, one that lets you know there simply cannot be a bra under there and one that can only stay in place with boob tape. Anna does have small boobs, and I have no idea if anything fell out that night but that dress is not the kind you would usually see a married woman, or even a woman of her age, wearing out on the town. The photo only needed a caption to be right at home in amongst the thousands of hotwife blogs here on tumblr!

So, yeah, there has never been anything firm, just some suspicions on my behalf. To be honest, I mostly just figured Alan fancied himself as a bit of a player and some of his outwardness just rubbed off on Anna.

………….

Then, yesterday morning happened. I was sitting here, as I am now, at the keyboard, and had started to write about the questions Tom had asked Louise the day before. I had racked my brain for a while, trying to remember them. I had written about four of them (there’s still a couple to go before I post it) and figured I should get off my backside and get some work done.

I am pretty sure I have written here before about my work and how I sometimes have to go away. Well, one benefit of my slightly longer trips (of a couple of weeks) is that I get to take a week off work when I get back, to give me my worked weekends back. I’m on one of those week off periods right now and had decided I was going to get up onto the roof and do a bit of sadly needed painting on a bit of wood work. I hate painting, it’s hard to motivate myself to do at the best of times and yesterday, being in a mood that made me much more inclined to play on tumblr and write stories, it was as hard as it ever gets.

But, I’d decided to do it, so I forced myself to get up there and `I reckon I had been at it for something like thirty or forty minutes when I saw Anna heading towards their mailbox. Whilst she really still isn’t the type that I’d go out of my way to get a look at, she certainly did catch my eye. She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt, almost like a guy’s business shirt. It was loose on her and see through enough to make out the curve of her hips underneath it. Then she did something that made my chin hit the floor or, more accurately, the roof of my house.

As she bent to check the mail, she turned her arse towards me, so it was almost directly pointing at me. Then, bending over to look inside the back of the letter box, she pulled the back of the shirt up, exposing her bare bum to me. She gave a bit of a wiggle before standing up straight, then turning to look straight back in my direction. I truly believed it was all for my benefit, I was truly dumbfounded and had no idea what had brought it on but none of that made me think she had done it for anyone but me.

Not until she turned around, spotted me on the roof, shrieked, dropped all the mail, swore, said sorry, waved and ran towards the front door of their house. I jumped myself, when she shrieked, luckily without spilling anything from the tub of paint I was holding or without dropping the brush from my other hand. I think I mumbled a sorry myself, although I doubt she heard it over her own swearing, yelling and with all that was going on.

I reckon I was still standing there, puzzled, wondering what the fuck had just happened when she came outside, maybe five minutes later. She had come out the back this time, where I was on the roof was adjacent to the side of their house, and she called to me from behind. Once again, I jumped and nearly dropped the paint tub. She asked me if I had a minute, she wanted to explain what had happened. I covered my paint tub, wrapped my brush and climbed down the ladder before meeting her at the low part of the fence that runs between our two driveways.

First off, yes, she was really embarrassed. She said she had been straight on the phone to Alan, it was all his fault, him and his stupid dares and he was killing himself laughing when she called him about what had happened. At that stage I was still not quite catching on and, I reckon right about then, my phone pinged with a message from him (Alan).

“Has my wife explained her lewd and inappropriate actions yet? Don’t go easy on her!!” It was following by a string of laughing emojis, it did seem like he was having a good times with things.

I showed Anna the text, she was still blushing profusely but managed to laugh at the same time. She said things like I’m going to kill him, it was all his fault and, on top of it, she could not stop apologising.

I did tell her there was not need to apologise. There actually really wasn’t, I may well be the last person on earth who would get offended by seeing a woman’s bum. I told her that too. She managed another laugh and added that it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen it before. That was true, albeit mostly via a reflection and it was a much bigger bum back then. I did not say anything about that last bit!

Anyway, it turned out Alan had been feeling frisky, he dared to go get the mail wearing just her new beach cover up (that’s what it was, and it was still all she had on too). May I add it is see through enough to show more than a hint of nipple and I was wishing for a change of angle, I’m sure getting the sun behind her would have been very revealing. But there was no such luck.

Back to the dare, he was watching her, live, over their security camera feed. There is one right on the corner of their garage, which put me almost at the same angle and hence the direction of the butt flash. She told me he had seen her drop the mail and run inside, figuring she had been somehow sprung and was ready and waiting for her to call to tell him off.

It had all turned out to be a funny situation and she was laughing quite hard (Anna is one of those people who laughs loud by the way), especially when I told her I genuinely thought she was flashing her butt at me. She couldn’t stop apologising for that and I couldn’t tell her enough that she could trust in knowing I did not mind in the slightest.

“You must think we’re weird,” she said between giggles.

So, I told her no, I didn’t and gave her a little confession of my own. I told her how I often dare Louise to do little things like that (I left it low key) but had not thought of using the security cameras to watch from afar. I actually have thought of it, many times, I just haven’t caught her in the right moment yet.

Anna was interested, she laughed again and told me she wanted to know some of them, what type of dares do I get her to do. So, I told her a few, including walking back from the beach with a dress and no bikini bottom and a night time streak to touch the road once. I also told her how I had been trying to get her to answer the door in something a bit see through, like Anna herself was dressed at that moment.

“Oh my god,” she said, “Alan got me to do the fucking pizza dare once, with room service in the Crown Hotel in Melbourne.”

She told me some details too, how she’d done the whole wrapped in a towel thing, and let it fall off as the guy passed her with the trolley.

I have never actually spoken to Anna like we did then. Alan is always flirty with Louise and she, as usual, is often quite flirty back. I’m just not normally like that, I really am usually a bit too shy, but it felt different with Anna there and then. I told her I thought it was all very sexy and, also, how I was going to find work to do on my roof every day now. She told me that it would be likely I’d spring her nude sunbathing in the backyard if I did and, you know what, I’m pretty sure she was serious too.

Well, I have run out of time to write more now, but that was pretty much the interaction of yesterday morning. She gave me a hug, told me she was glad I was ok with what had happened and, equally, glad we both saw the funny side of it all.

I did manage to tell her once more that I saw the sexy side too, something made me want to reinforce that. It was true and it felt like it would make sure she was fully at ease with everything. Oh, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I found the whole conversation sexy enough to have experienced quite a bit of sunwards blood flow diversion too. I didn’t tell her that of course.

Hmm, maybe I should have?

There’s much more to tell later. This morning was way more interesting, revealing and challenging than yesterday was!