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Immensely

My wife had told me snippets but it took us more than twenty years of marriage to get to this level of talk. I’d say I know all the answers to these except, maybe, I doubt the answer she gives to last one. I always tell her she is just saying it but she is always adamant it was with me. Mind you, the night she is referring to was incredible, at a beachside hotel a few weeks after we first met. I’d love to be there to see her beat it!

These days she says it’s Rip (from Yellowstone) for the first one. He does it for her in every way apparently - she says it is the overall character but his hardness and the way he looks at Beth especially get to her…

I have admitted it, I totally do/

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.

The truth about her day with J

Following on from my earlier, embellished post about Louise’s first and only (so far) visit to J’s place, I feel like telling a bit about her description of how it really went. I deliberately made him out to be a bit of a BDSM master, or at least I tried to do that. It was even how he talked himself up a few times, in texts and on the phone before they did actually meet up. Funnily enough, she said he is actually quite shy, he did try though and it sounds like there was bit of bluff and bravado even on the day. She also said it was quite clumsy at times but she thought it was “really cute.”

All in all, it sounds like it has actually helped her like him quite a lot. I get that too, if he was totally confident, perhaps even a bit arrogant, then he’d be far less likely to be someone she is attracted to.

I won’t mention his profession but he is loaded, his house really is amazing (apparently) and they really did sit out the back, by the pool, with a bottle of her favourite wine. He didn’t give her a foot massage then (it came later) but he did, nervously, start to try his bondage master thing. He did take her inside in the way I said but he didn’t tie her up. The massage, with the hot oil, was real. It was done in his bedroom and, apparently, it was really, really good. After that, he put a collar and a lead on her and he led her with that to the “dungeon” he had tried to set up in another bedroom. They did play with a couple of whips and a paddle, she said it was fun and he did actually do a good job of giving her backside a good stinging, something she has always liked.

They did have sex then too. Lou said that is certainly one thing he did not exaggerate about, he felt really good and he knew what he was doing. Big pluses for his bedroom skills by the sounds of things.

She stayed for a few hours more after that too, they skinny dipped and then she got foot massage, out by the pool, wearing just a towel she had wrapped around her after the swim. That is something I find extremely erotic, more on that later. They also spent a bit more time in his bedroom, no more whips or paddles, just some hot sex.

I’m changing topics now, just slightly. I suppose nothing about Louise should really surprise me now, maybe I’m just slow on the uptake but the opposite still seems to be case. A really big surprise is how she is actually becoming quite a bit of an exhibitionist. That’s probably not quite the truest way to describe it but, as is the case with her sexual inhibitions, her misgivings about showing a bit of flesh are falling right away. It has usually been in response to a little dare from me, rather than her initiating something, but the big change has been how often and how carefree she is being about it.

She is now wearing a cheeky bikini bottom to the beach, she even took it off in the car park to change into a pair of a shorts, right in front of an older guy. We were at the nude beach a few weeks ago, we had a guy set up his towel quite close to us (as happens sometimes). Half jokingly, I whispered that she should open her legs for him, she did it without hesitation and laid there like that, giving him a really good look, for at least ten minutes. Recently, she stood outside and chatted with a guy from a round the corner, wearing nothing but a little and quite see through cover up.

Then, back to J and the latest big surprise. He has a group of mates who have a bit of a poker school going, they usually play once a month. Most of them are older and married but, sometimes, when it’s one of the single guys’ turn to host they add a “hostess” to the mix. They basically hire a lingerie waitress to bring them drinks, deal some cards and, occasionally, sit on some knees for luck. For a few extra dollars, the ladies usually end up naked too. Louise has been intrigued by this, ever since J first mentioned his card nights. She even asked me if I have ever done something like it (I have, it sounds exactly the same as something I went to a long time ago now). Of course, just because it’s her and she can be very nosey, she wanted to know all about the girls. What do they look like, what do they wear to begin with, do they have the guys hands on them all night long, do they do sexual stuff too, and so on? By the way, J said “a little bit” and “no, never” to the last of those two questions.

Both of us wonder if he was bull shitting her, baiting her, but he also said they had a more mature hostess come over one night. He reckons she is the best they’ve ever had, more real and much more fun to have around. He straight out asked Louise if she was interested, I guess he figured she was asking all the questions for a reason. She told him absolutely no, not a hope. But that was at first, a while ago. Now she is seriously thinking about doing it, I can tell she wants to but she is also scared shitless, mostly by the thought of being too old and the guys not liking what they see.

When she was at his house, they talked about it again, “hypothetically” of course. He asked her what I would think of it. In her special way, she told him I’d probably want to be there to see it. Of course, she is totally right.

He told her I’d be welcome to come, all the guys bring a mate along every now and then. We wouldn’t let on that the hostess is my wife of course. There’s one big problem, buy in usually $1000, chicken feed to these guys I guess but way fucking more than I’ve ever gambled. Plus, would she really want me there, watching a bunch of guys (most of them old) struggling to keep their hands to themselves? She says yes but I think not.

I wouldn’t believe it was even remotely real if it wasn’t on her list.

Well. Louise has delivered her list, she has even included some commentary that, in my mind, spices things up even more. We did discuss the number in the list before she finished it, she thought she had less left to do from my original list of ten (two or three, not six). She hadn’t actually come up with seven or eight so it has ended up being a list of twelve. She did say I could choose two to drop off if I wanted, any two except the first one. Haha, as if that is going to happen. This is a copy and paste of what she sent, all I have edited is J’s name and added a few comments in brackets.

1. Have my husband wear a small, tight speedo on the beach. I just want to see you squirm but, I return, I will wear the bikini of your choice. Conditions - this will be during our getaway, the bikini has to be one I already own. (Bloody bitch, but I’ll do it and yes I will squirm. I wonder if she remembers that she has some very small wicked weasel bikinis and some extremely “see through when wet” ones. I feel she is putting too much trust in me, thinking I would be too embarrassed to make her wear one. We will see who squirms the most - mind you we haven’t been speedo shopping yet, I should see the outcome before I make statements. Wait, I should also check too see if she hasn’t hidden or got rid of those bikinis. Game on babe.).

2. Do the card night at J’s. I am scared about this one but it gives me serious goose bumps and I have decided I want to do it.

3. A gang bang. I figured I’d just come out and say it. Thinking about it gets me seriously turned on. If you are ok with it, I want to do it without you there, just so I can relax and really let go. I am sure I will like it and we can do another one with you there if you want to, J said he wants to meet you and he’ll love to do both. Tell me and drop this if it is too much.

4. Have sex in the dunes. I want to do this with you first and, maybe, do it with a stranger too. Your idea of me going for a walk with someone, getting out of sight and you not knowing what I’m doing is really sexy.

5. Do something with that guy at the beach. A blowjob maybe? He could be the stranger in the dunes. Or not. This one is conditional on you having the guts to ask him though. (We were at the nude beach a few weeks ago, a guy walked past us. He was fully naked, heading off for a walk along the beach, it goes for miles. I just figured he might be her type and, also, he has a rather large, fat cock. I told her about him and when I saw him heading back our way, I said she should check him out. She did and I was right, she did find him attractive. I told her she should fuck him, she told me she’d think about it, I thought she was just teasing me. This whole stranger thing is very new).

6. A wild card for you, I really want you to choose something. I doubt that I can’t ever get over my feelings of guilt but I think this will help. Whatever you want, with me, without me, for you, for me. Seriously, anything.

The other six, the ones from my silly, original list that aren’t done yet. I still can’t (or don’t) really believe it, but she said she is determined to do them. There’s no timeline or plan, just determination. I’ll say one thing, if I know Louise that will be enough.

7. Give two guys just a blowjob only.

8. Have an MFF threesome (she even knows there’s a difference between FMF and MFF, she said this has nothing to do with her guilt either, she has always been coy about it and has now said she wants to do it. Now for the hard part, finding the couple for her to do it with).

9. Go braless in public while wearing something a bit see through. (A while ago, I would have said this was no chance, more unlikely that the sex ones even).

10. Have sex with a stranger. (Probably covered by one or two of her new list but we’ll leave it here just in case, she can always tick off multiples).

11. Let a guy feel your bare boobs. (this should actually be easy, if she follows through on the card night thing with J, more about that later).

12. Answer the door bottomless.

So, she certainly hasn’t forgotten her promise to make a list of ten. She showed me item number 1 on her phone last night.

1. Have my husband wear a small, tight speedo on the beach.

She’s just messing with me right?

Thinking back to about three weeks ago and I was on the verge of deleting this whole blog. It felt stupid, it felt wrong and I guess I figured I was just done talking about the fun things. I wrote a whiny post, but deleted that before it even went up. I suppose I’m glad I didn’t now. For one, it has become a bit of a record of the fun we’ve had, then it touched on something that has taken some working through and now, thankfully, I have several more things that I want to write.

I really want to tell the more real side of what happened with J, as I said my last post was a blend of my overactive imagination and what really happened. I am also dying to get down a little bit about something they (Louise and J) have talked about, something I still don’t really believe she will do. I am fast learning not to underestimate a couple of things though - her capacity to surprise me and her out of this world, exploding sex drive.

None of that relates to her earlier affair by the way, that’s another topic. There is probably just one more thing, on that topic, that I’ll touch on sometime.

But first, and what I’ll get on with here, is something we talked about last night. She had actually started the conversation about a week ago, when she said something like if I was truthful I would admit that I think the sluttier she is the better. Something like that. We weren’t exactly in looking ahead mode at that time, it was more of a “told you so” kind of thing to say. Last night was different.

She told me about the thing her and J had been discussing again, I asked her if she was seriously considering it. She didn’t exactly answer me, as is her way. Instead she used it to turn around the conversation, so that she could ask me some questions. We had already booked our little May getaway and we had already gone past the point where we had decided neither of us wanted things to stop. She started to ask me how far was too far, under the guise of “understanding my limits,” she said. I said there was some sick stuff that was definitely way past my interest limit, I made her laugh and then nearly made her gag with a couple of them, that part was fun.

I did say that I like to think I would try my hardest, my very hardest, to do anything she really wanted to do. After all, she has been living out my wildest fantasies, I feel a bit of payback would be warranted. I guess she was really trying to understand a few things though, she did want to explore limits.

“Ok, would you suck Tom’s dick if I asked you to?”

I said I’d prefer not to and, besides, I know full well he wouldn’t have me within a foot of it. Maybe even further.

“Right, what about Grant’s? Or someone else’s?”

If I had to strap on a lie detector and state my choice, then I would choose to suck a dick before I let one anywhere near my arse. So that’s what I told her.

“That’s a yes then,” she said.

“Ok, if your life depended on it then yes, it’d be a yes. But I’d still rather you put a drawing pin in my nipple.”

I figured she’d laugh at that, but she just looked more thoughtful. It was almost scary.

“What about a strap on, me doing you with one that is?”

I sighed, deliberately and loudly. “Sure, as long as it was a small one.”

“Ok then,” she said, exaggerating the look of taking mental notes on that one. I am confident she won’t do it by the way. I’ll keep telling myself that too.

She got a bit serious for a few minutes then. She asked me about another woman, if I wanted to be with one. For the umpteenth time I said no.

“Not even for a bit of revenge?” she asked. “I would hate it but I will let you if you want to.”

It’s not what I want. I reiterated my usual stance, I don’t want that. I did add, as I have done from time to time, unless it was a threesome with you and another woman and you wanted it.

“Not happening.”

I already knew that.

She went a bit quiet for a while, obviously thinking of the hurt stuff. I figured patience and quiet was my best option at that stage.

“I’m sorry babe,” she said after a short while. “I had more.”

She got my best impression of a sexy, reassuring smile in return.

She asked me if i remembered the afternoon in the pool, the day with Tom, Grant and I. I assured that yes, I totally and absolutely remember it.

“Does three guys count as a gang bang?”

My phone was handy, I actually searched for “how many giys needed for a gamg bang.” Thankfully, google figured out what I meant. I was able to inform her that Quora, Reddit and even Wikipedia seemed to agree that three or more guys, with one woman, would indeed be deemed a gang bang.

“Ha,” she said, “so I’ve had a gang bang.”

“And you’ve been in one too,” she added a few seconds later.

She was thinking about something, I was very fucking intrigued. I waited.

“Different question then… umm (she was hesitant)… how many guys would you think are too many… you know, to gang bang me?”

“Twenty five,” I said, without the slightest bit of hesitation. You should have seen how wide her eyes went.

“Really… twenty fucking five. Twenty fucking five would be too many.”

“Yeah, I think so babe, well and truly.”

The penny dropped.

“Righto, smarty pants. How many is one too many then?”

I couldn’t think of any trick ways to answer the question when it was put that way. So I told her my truth, I said I don’t really know. I said more than three is clearly fine, “hot as fuck” I added.

“Any number where they stand around, go for a beer or a sleep, come back for seconds feels like too many.”

I actually didn’t want to say, I really wanted to hear where she was going with this, what her limits would look like. I desperately didn’t want to ruin the chances of hearing her real number by saying something lower. I stalled, I ummed and I avoided answering.

“How about ten then, is that too many?”

The look on her face suggested she was hoping I’d say it was, at least that was how I read it.

“Fuck babe, it does feel like a lot to me, when I think about it. If you really wanted to go that far we could talk about it I guess.” It does actually feel a bit too far out there but I didn’t want to slam the door shut.

“Eight?”

“Eight, ten, what’s the difference?” I asked.

“Good,” she said. Clearly I had said something right there. Not all that intentionally I might add.

Haha, she hasn’t read these posts for a long time by the way. I just send her the really hot memes and screen shots of other sexy stuff.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, I figured I’d treaded water enough by then.

“Yeah, something like that too. Four or maybe even five might be fun.”

“Six?” I asked. I suddenly wanted to know if there was actually a hard limit on this thing. I believed I had also figured out where this was coming from. Finally, it should have been obvious actually, it was from her conversations with J.

“Possibly… if they were all sexy… and they’d have to be gentle.”

She meant so she wouldn’t get too sore, at first I wasn’t certain that was it, so I checked. Sorry, guy thing, just making sure I understood.

This is getting long now, but it has been fun to write. She didn’t ask me any more questions, we kinda lost track of that part of our conversation. We did, however, get back onto the being slutty part of the conversation, once she established that a gang bang with, say, three or four guys (she toned it down a little), unfortunately none of whom would be me, would not be considered too slutty by me.

To wrap this up, it all led to her telling me that she liked my little lists. First she said she is absolutely going to do everything left on that list, I haven’t said anything but I am dying to know if she even remembers that list includes an FFM threesome. Surely she has forgotten.

Anyway, she said she will do the rest of the list and will add things to get it back to a total of ten. Wow. She actually has six to go, but I feel like I want to say a couple more have been done, just to see what she would add to the list herself. I asked her how she felt about me doing a new list as well, she could tell I was thinking of almost evil things for her to do. She is very fearful of being arrested you know!

So, now I wait. If I know my Louise, this list will take a long time to write. I actually shouldn’t even get my hopes up, it may not ever even happen. Fingers crossed.

She always does…

Before things umm, let’s say, got a little bit difficult for us, Louise finally paid the “new” guy J a visit. It’s Monday morning now, after a tricky start we ended up having a good day yesterday. We worked through things, we looked forward, booked a holiday and, from there, things got naughty. In short, a very short version, we talked about stopping this hotwife stuff, but neither of us actually want that, and that led to talking about J. We talked about her one time with him and we talked about a few things he had been saying to her, some other things he has “invited” her to do. More on that later.

Her visit to J’s place sounded crazy. So hot and so sexy. I’m weird I guess, I so wish I was there to see it but, conversely, not being there and having my imagination run wild feels like it makes everything even more intense and exciting. I made an off the cuff comment at one stage, I said I should write the story of how I picture some of what had happened. Louise loved the idea, I have written lots of things, for her, that I haven’t posted here. Most of them have been based on her real adventures but, also, some have been totally made up. They are usually based on dreams or a simple comment somewhere along the line). I sometimes send them to her when I’m away, some of them get her very turned on and I get some sexy comments in return. So yeah, she said I had to write it.

We had some nice, loving couple sex last night. Then I stayed up late, writing it. She read it once this morning, over breakfast. She’s gone to work now (I have a day off), before she left she told me my story was close in some ways but I had made it sound hotter than she even remembered it. So, here it is - based on reality but embellished by my dirty mind.

……….

It didn’t take long before your texts with him turned into some late night phone calls, he brought out a hidden side in you, the naughty girl had certainly surfaced but even you didn’t expect it to explode through it the way it did.

You always loved a slap on the arse, you sometimes wondered what taking it a little further would be like. He started to talk you into trying something, just come over and let me show you a few things, if you don’t like it we’ll stop immediately. There was even a safe word, one you came up with just in case he thought you were playing when you asked him to stop.

You went to his place on a Saturday afternoon, I was away, working late every night. You decided not to tell me your plans, you could see plenty of opportunities to twist me into a ball of knots with this one.

You were full of confidence on the phone the night before. After a few margaritas, you told him you couldn’t wait to show him what you could take and give out in return. The truth is you were a bundle of nerves when you stepped out of the cab, you almost told the driver to take you back home.

You could barely feel your legs as you made your way to his front door, you didn’t push the door bell, you were so nervous and figured could call another driver without him even knowing you had actually arrived.

You jumped when the door opened, startled at his unexpected presence, right there in front of you. It was like he had read your mind somewhere during those conversation, he had on your favourite outfit. A pair of blue jeans and nothing else. He looked even sexier than he had in the photos he’d shared, better even than the beach photo from his Facebook page.

Luckily, he had seen you walk up the steps to his very impressive looking house, he opened the door just before you would have turned to walk away. His smile helped too, he held the door open for you and you looked inside, wow, the staircase alone was amazing. You decided to go inside, you knew you could stop it at any time, you had seen in his face the confirmation you needed, he could be trusted.

“Hey, you look gorgeous,” he said. “I’m running a little late I’m sorry, I was just getting changed when you pulled up.”

You remembered your promise to yourself. During all that talk, the margaritas had made you brave and you were determined to take it up to him today.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said, looking into his eyes. “Just blue jeans is my favourite outfit on a hunky guy like you.”

You let you fingers lightly graze his hip as you stepped inside the door. It was true, hunky was the right word. He must have last shaved the morning before, his dark stubble highlighted his dimples and his blue eyes. Oh yes, his shoulders and arms, your biggest visual aphrodisiac, they were even better than you imagined. You already pictured yourself touching them, the thought of running your hands along the big arms, over his tattooed shoulders and onto his muscular chest had you covered in goosebumps before you had even finished walking through his front door.

His house was stunning, you found it hard to believe there isn’t a woman in his life. Well, a permanent woman at least. The outdoor area was amazing too, he led you outside and sat you under a little cabana by the pool. A bottle of wine and two glasses were taken from a wide, glass doored under counter fridge, he must have remembered your favourite white.

“I take it one of these will be ok gorgeous, is it a little early for a margarita?”

Of course he knew of your margarita love, they would come later in the night. He had made up a food platter too, the two of you sat by his pool for two hours, just chatting and nibbling on the late lunch. The bottle of wine became two, you were just a little bit light headed and very care free when he reached down to take your foot, resting it in his lap, holding it with both hands. You had told him all about your love of massages, foot massages in particular, and were treated to a very special ten or fifteen minutes on each side.

He was in no hurry, he had a plan and he could tell you were becoming much more at ease. You had fully relaxed and had even started to pick up on a bit of the innuendo in things he said. He could see his “margarita girl” was awakening, it was only white wine but, even so, you were starting to be more like that late night phone call version of you.

You knew it too, after all you had arrived there with your own plan. Well, maybe it was more of an intent than a plan but, either way, you didn’t need that margarita to move beyond your flirty stage. You had decided you were ready to go inside and you turned your foot, just a little, so you could press your toes against the growing bulge in his jeans, making sure he knew it too.

He took your hand and said it was time to show you something. You followed, holding his fingers tightly, nervous again as he led you up those stairs and into a room at the back of his house. It was his own personal dungeon.

Despite your determination, and what you had said on the phone, your bravado had all fallen away. You happily and totally submitted to him. It was what you really wanted.

You stood there shaking as he slowly and gently undressed you. He didn’t make any moves to touch you as he exposed more of you, he just looked, those eyes at least telling you he liked what he saw. It was like he had gotten a bit lost in the moment too but, suddenly, he must have remembered his own words, the way he had described the control he would have over you. You saw a little smile, one that made those dimples pop as he changed gears, quickly becoming firmer. he was much more like the master you expected as he blind folded you and firmly guided you to the bed, the one you had noticed in in the corner of the room.

The sashes you had spotted soon had each of your limbs secured to a corner of the bed. You were on your back, spread eagled, heart pounding in your chest. You strained to see something through the tiny gap the blindfold left under each eye, but there nothing to see.

He left you like that for a good fifteen minutes, mostly he was quiet, all you knew was that he was there. Occasionally he made a noise, deliberately, keeping you tense, making you guess at what he was doing.

There was a swishing sound, it had to be one of his whips but what was he doing with it.

There was a ruffling sound, followed by the unmistakable sound of a kettle boiling water. What was that about you wondered? The goose bumps rose again, all over you, this time caused more by fear than any kind of arousal or sexual tension.

What was he doing?

There was more silence, then more soft noises, was he getting undressed?

Yes, that had to be a zip, he must be taking off his jeans.

Or was he, maybe he was putting something on?

More silence.

Then you jumped, startled as a drop of something hot landed on your thigh, right before you noticed a strong coconut fragrance, drawn into your nose and lungs by your heavy breathing.

It was at least two more minutes before the next drop landed, a little higher on the same leg. More drops followed, then it turned into a trickle as you finally realised it was warm oil that he was applying.

He massaged your legs then, he did it hard to, making you writhe under his touch. You were naked, your legs were pulled apart but he never touched you there, not then anyway, not during the massage.

Not even when he untied you and made you turn over before he tied you to the bed again, face down this time.

You waited a couple of minutes again, there were more mystery sounds before the ritual started again. First one drop of oil to the back of your thigh, it felt even hotter than the first time. Then another, and another, the drops turning into a trickle again. This time he covered your legs, arse and lower back in the hot, fragrant oil.

Once again the massage, blissfully hard, bordering on painful. Again you writhed under his touch, sticking your oily arse up into the air, as far as it would go with your arms and legs tied as they were, as he ran his thumbs deep into the muscle along the outsides of your legs.

Then he stopped, you were sure you heard him leave the room. The truth was that he went for a drink of water and a visit to the bathroom, he told you that later. He took his time, he knew you had no idea what would happen next.

He knew the anticipation, the tense fear would be building within you. Every minute he was gone.

You didn’t even hear him come back into the room again, you just heard that swish again, a fraction of a second before you felt it’s sting, on the left cheek of your oily arse.

Your first thought was that he had whipped your bottom but you quickly realised it wasn’t your pretty little bottom at all, it was your fucking arse that he had whipped and he owned as much of it as he liked.

You had been sacred but any thoughts of using the safe word vanished, all your fears, all your other thoughts and emotions were quickly replaced by nothing but intense excitement, you were desperate for that swish and the sting again, and he knew it.

It was a full five minutes before you were blessed with it, this time it landed in the middle of your right cheek. It was quickly followed by another, lower this time, it landed high on your right thigh, wrapping around your leg to sting you right where he had earlier probed so hard with his strong thumbs.

You’d cried out, just softly, with both of them. They stung, in a deliciously exciting way.

The fourth lash, which landed across both your arse cheeks, was met with more of a moan than a cry. He only gave you a few more at that point, one low on your leg, one on your lower back.

They were actually only very light, he was just testing you, exploring what you were capable of taking, looking for signs of how you felt about it.

You writhed again, pushing your arse into the air, he knew from that response that you were enjoying all of it, he could also see you were getting very wet, the glistening on your spread lips told him you were loving it.

The last one was harder, quite a lot harder. You moaned loudly that time, “oh fuck yes,” he heard you say, barely whispered after the deep, louder, guttural moan.

He knew he had you in exactly the right place.

You felt, rather than heard, him move to the side of the bed. You waited, you expected, no you wanted to feel the sting again, right on your arse. But no, you realised he was untying you, the ties to your right side went loose first, then he moved again and you felt the left side ones loosen. The sashes were still in place though, they were just no longer connected to the bed.

He said just one word.

“Stand.”

You did as you were told and he led you by the arm, firmly, across the room.

You had earlier noticed what looked like a wide, knee high, embossed leather ottoman. You realised that was what he had led you to. Guiding you by the arm, he positioned you at one of end of it before he firmly pushed against your upper back, commanding you to lie down. You heard him working and felt the ties on all four limbs tighten again. He had tied you so your torso laid across the leather top, your knees were on the ground, pulled apart by the manner in which he had retied you. You could touch the ground with your fingers, your chin could rest on the edge of the leather, you could feel the raised seam under it and realised your head was right at the far end of the piece of furniture.

You expected it then, the swish and the sting came, but this was different. It felt more like a smack than being whipped. You couldn’t help but moan, it felt so good. He did it again, and then again, over the next ten minutes you lost count but he smacked your arse another eight times, each one made the goose bumps rise and your pussy a little wetter.

Then he started to touch you, everywhere. His palms rubbed across your back, you arse and your head. His fingers probed you, they poked and kneaded, they were in your pussy before they were in your mouth. Soon after, you heard the zip again and you felt the unmistakable sensation of a hard dick pressing against your labia. You did not resist, you wanted it, you craved to feel him inside you.

Deprived of your sight, in a silent room, you just wanted to be fucked.

But not yet he had decided, you felt a finger, then his dick pushing against your arse, you did not want him in there but, more so, you were not going to say the word, not yet.

He read your response though, he could tell, he knew he would take your arse one day, just not today.

He moved again, this time he lifted the blindfold from your eyes as he knelt in front of you. It was the first time you had seen him in well over an hour, the leather pants he had put on were unzipped and his cock was briefly there, right in front of your face. But he stood back up, even before your eyes had adjusted to the bright lights of the room.

Swish, smack, the paddle you had seen in his hand landed on your arse, once again you gasped at the sting, the slaps were getting harder to take.

But still you enjoyed them so much.

He knelt in front of you again, almost without thought, acting on some sort of primal impulse, you strained forward and managed to make light contact, your lips briefly brushing the underside of his erect penis. He stood again, and moved away, this time returning with a multi strapped leather whip in his hand.

He ran those straps across your face, then flicked his wrist to give a light but stinging blow to the middle of your back.

He pushed the blindfold back down, taking away your sight again. You had no idea what would happen next, but when he knelt in front of you again you just knew it would only be for a brief moment.

It was a little different that time, he took the sides of your face in his hands and barely waited for your lips to part before he pushed himself into your mouth. You groaned loudly, sucking him in greedily, trying to hold him in place as you felt him start to slowly withdraw himself from your throat, your mouth and, finally, your lips.

You didn’t see him smile down at you, fondly, as you whimpered, wishing he was still in your mouth.

You desperately wanted more, if you had been in control you could have pushed him back onto that bed, you could have teased him with your tongue. You could have kissed the head of his dick and licked at the pre-cum you just knew you could have squeezed from him.

But you were blind, surrounded by silence as you could only imagine kissing your way up that hard, flat stomach. You knew you would bite his nipples, graze your teeth across his chin, feel his stubble on your cheek as you took him inside you.

That was what you wanted at that moment, just him. Inside you.

More than anything.

He knew it too. Your whimpers, the moans, the way you twitched at the tiny noises he made.

He moved to stand behind you. He dragged his toe across the carpet, the soft sound giving you enough information to know where he was. He saw the muscles in your back and thighs flex, as you involuntarily rolled your hips to offer yourself to him.

He quietly knelt behind you as he gazed at your open wetness, a mix of you and the oil offering him a treat that he was dying to taste. He kept his control though, as your master he knew it was time to take you, not taste you.

His cock twitched as he took himself in his right hand, squeezing, making his dick even harder as he lined up behind you.

He was ready to own you. You were ready to be owned.

Yes, what they said. Couldn’t say it any better myself!

This keeps popping up in my feed. I showed it to Louise this morning, she said it made her feel hot and asked me to send her a screenshot of it. Very interesting.

Imagine being strapped into a spreader bar by your wrists and ankles. Legs spread wide, bent over, unable to move.

Then imagine being placed on your back and having that spreader bar attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Your legs and arms in the air, unable to cover your naked body.

Imagine being left like that during a party. Open and exposed while everyone else is fully clothed. Walking by and staring at you like a peice of art.

People come by to grope you. They pinch your nipples, squeeze your ass, and take pictures of their favorite parts of you.

You become a party game. People take turns fucking you however they want. Fingering you, eating you out, fucking your face, and of course shoving dicks and dildos into you.

People cheer when someone makes you cum. They laugh at the sounds of your moans and wimpers. Everyone can see how aroused you are and they love it.

Imagine being a prop. A toy that everyone wants at their party. Constantly on display right next to the open bar.

Actually, I think it’s eleven now. I’ll have to check if all of them came in her mouth though…

Whenever I see this one (or similar), I wonder if it is possible for there to be a question I wouldn’t answer…

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?

Big fight again last night, followed by loads of dirty talking during some hot sex. I am so confused, such conflicting emotions.

Hotwife Spectrums

For a long time, I have had a bit of a metal picture about a Hotwife spectrum or, more accurately, a cuckold kind of spectrum for a Hotwife’s husband. I see it as line, with a zero in the middle. On the left, all the way over at -10 sits the full on, alpha male stag. One the far right is the fully humiliated, caged up cuckold kind of husband. To begin with, when we started talking about my fantasies, I pictured myself being at the far left. I figured I’d be the one in control, screening dates, always there to watch etc. Not only is that how it didn’t evolve, it’s not actually how I found I really wanted it to be. I enjoyed the bit of control Louise had taken, I loved the anticipation, the tension and all else that went with not being in control. I loved the way she seemed to be more confident, the way she held things back at times, the way she knew how to tease me right to the limits that worked so well for me.

I guess I’m speaking in past tense there, but it’s not over by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, we may have only really just started to see where this will go. Louise is stretching limits, her own and mine. It is electrifying.

I guess my past tense comes from my mental picture and being totally challenged on where I sit on that little spectrum. It’s not like there was a test to give an absolute score, nothing like it in fact, but I had started to figure I actually sat somewhere around the -5 to -7 mark. Definitely not anywhere near the right of the zero point on my line but, usually, I was happily sitting somewhere to the right of that total stag point.

Going back a few weeks now, we were fighting. In reality, I was sulking. I couldn’t help feeling like I had been betrayed, by the secret affair Louise had been having with Tom, off and on, for quite a number of years. It hurt to know she had done that and had not been able to find a way to be honest, not even after she knew all about my fantasies. Honestly, it feels weird to have been so down and dark about something when, at the same time, it turned me on immensely and that one factor alone has challenged me about where I sit on my silly little spectrum line.

Then there is Louise’s part in it too. We fought, we argued, we didn’t talk at all for a few days there. Then she got as aggressive as I have ever seen her, certainly from the perspective of giving me a talking to at least. She got in my face at one stage, she told me she feared we were losing each other and she told me we needed to have a serious conversation. It was warts and all too, and it was way too much and too deep to even want to share it here.

At one stage, I guess I had gotten a bit lost in my own anger. I started asking things like how many times had she sucked his cock before I knew about it, had she taken it up the arse with him by then, how much of his cum had been inside her when we were having sex. She actually reminded me that we were barely even having sex when she started with Tom, it was true, it was a rough patch. She was answering my questions too, defiantly and honestly.

“Every time I was with him,” she said when I asked how many times she had sucked him.

“Yes, he came inside me plenty of times we didn’t have a condom first time and never used one after that.”

And so on.

My downstairs mate betrayed me too, at the time I wasn’t actually feeling any happiness with any of our conversations but he was rock hard, I couldn’t help how much it still turned me on. Louise noticed, she grabbed it, she said something like, “why don’t you just get over yourself, deep down you love what I did?”

I wouldn’t say she was right, deep down I hated so much of it, I guess I still do. But there was definitely that other side kicking in. Ha, I guess it’s like two little guys sitting on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. One says “she cheated, you should be mad.” The other one says “how good is this, your wife has been fucking other guys for years?”

We ended up in bed after that little fight. Big fight actually. After she grabbed me and felt how hard I was, she rode me in her animalistic way and just before I came she said something that is true.

She said, “you love that your wife is a dirty slut.” It wasn’t a question, it was a very true statement. She also said something about not being done and if I wanted a slut then she was going to show me how much of one she is ready to be. More on that later.

So, back to my spectrum and how my view on it has been challenged. She kicked my arse that day, there was lot more things said. My mental picture has me sitting somewhere much close to the middle now, I don’t have any control and am happily in it for the ride I guess.

That’s it for now, there’s more I’m going to write later.

Ten Years Part 2

Screw it, I can’t sleep, I’ll write some more.

Things have been rough for Louise and I, since I saw that text. Better now and I am thankful for that.

I didn’t say anything, I didn’t have to. As always, she picked up something was seriously wrong and, the next night, she confronted me about it. She actually had not even picked up on the significance of that comment from Tom and, at first, tried to pass it off as nothing. She knows me well though, she sighed and told me the time had come to do what she had wanted to do for a long time. Tell me the whole truth. It took a while, it all came out over a few days, with a lot of soul searching, especially on her behalf. This is a way shorter version than the reality of where our conversations went. At my insistence, she told me every detail, at least every detail she can remember. I am 100% certain I know the whole truth now.

In 2014, she went to a weekend carnival with the kids. Everyone went to dinner on the Saturday night, they put the kids to bed and some of the adults ended up partying on a little. They passed around some chocolate that had been left on a table outside (it was summer), Louise had melted chocolate on her fingers and said “what’ll I do about this?” To Tom. Well, he took her hand and sucked the chocolate off, he took his time apparently. She got another piece and gave it to him, letting him suck her fingers as he took it with his mouth. One of the other mums (one who turns out to be one of the swingers our neighbour Anna told us about) saw it, she came over and whispered that they could borrow their bedroom if they wanted. Lou said she could feel herself blush, Tom winked at her.

Sometime later, they all left to go to bed. Tom called her and told her was melting some chocolate and wondered if she’d help him eat it. She fucked him that night.

She told me the guilt “nearly killed her.” Tom flirted with her a lot after that night and asked her many, many time to do it again. She didn’t, not until a training camp in 2017. She went along as a parent helper, she admitted she knew they would do it if they got the chance. Yes, they did, in a similar way. She snuck off to his room after the kids were all asleep. She fucked him a couple of times that night.

There was an incident between those two times too, earlier in 2017. It was at a school camp, I was there. There was lots of late night parent partying that weekend and, on the second night, many of us sat around the fire, down by the lake in the camp grounds. Several of the women and a couple of the guys went for a walk around the shore, to the jetty. I followed along a while later, not suspecting anything at all, and met Louise on the track, she was walking back to the fire. I learnt that if I had been a few minutes earlier that night, I might have busted them coming out from behind some bushes. They were heading back, he had dragged her off the track. They had done some heavy kissing and good old Tom had his hand in Louise’s pants for a couple of minutes. He told her then that he was going to fuck her again sometime. He did a few months later, as mentioned above.

In 2019, I suspected they were having an affair. They actually started again because of me, after I first confessed my fantasies to Louise. I remember the night clearly, I was away, we had talked and it got naughty. By then she had told me she had gotten to know Tom, through the sports stuff and that he was someone she might consider. After we hung up, I sent her a message. Feeling brave I told her she should fuck him sometime. She said something like “what about if I did it tonight?”

At first my replies were of a “go for it nature.” Then I guess I got nervous, or scared, and I texted a few more times, asking if she meant it. She didn’t answer, I got more nervous and texted to say I didn’t know if I could handle it while I was away, I needed to be there. No answer. I called, no answer. A couple of hours later she called, she told me was really sorry, she had been doing housework and ironing and her phone was on charge (or something like that).

She had, in fact, been at Tom’s. She was sure it was ok by me and called him. He had been telling her he was going to fuck again ever since their last time, his kids were at their grand parents so it all fell into place. She even told him, that night, that she was allowed to do it and that it was all ok by me. He wouldn’t believe it though, he told her she shouldn’t tell me, not yet at least. When she saw my messages and missed calls she got too scared to tell me and went with his opinion.

She said she tried on so many occasions to tell me the truth. One thing she was right about was me any my suspicions, even though I had confessed my fantasies, I was struggling with thinking it was happening behind my back. I had read about all the “hotwife rules,” I was supposed to be the one in control and so on. The more I struggled with that, the harder it became for Lou to tell me the truth.

They didn’t stop though, not for quite a while at least. Louise says the longer it went, the harder it got to tell me. I remember the times she was nearly there, I thought she was going to confess several times but she chickened out and turned it back to fantasy talk. Or talk about how she thought I couldn’t handle it.

I said I was going to be short right?

They continued up until Covid lockdowns changed our lives. Even then they managed to steal a few sessions in Tom’s bed. He told her he loved her and asked her to leave me. She did tell him she loved him but she also told him her “heart belonged to her husband.” She kinda broke it off with him then, she said he had even agreed it was too serious (for him especially).

He got active in the dating scene, trying to find someone else, and was seeing someone for somewhere around a year. They still talked occasionally, Louise loves to be a sounding board and to give advice and, apparently, Tom needs lots of it (from a woman’s perspective).

Short right. He broke up with the other woman in 2021. He needed a “good fuck,” to move on and Louise, bless her, came to the party. Tom told her he had done a lot of soul searching and he was glad he hadn’t succeeded in breaking up our family. Interestingly, they came to their existing arrangement well before I knew and have been “friends with benefits” ever since. Mostly anyway.

The night of the “first” blowjob was almost the truth. They did go back to his place and, just as I had been told, she only sucked his dick. The lie was about it being the first time.

One last thing, for now at least. I asked her how many times, “rough estimate,” I said. She was crying at the time and she said she didn’t know, “probably hundreds of times.” She later said that was crazy, it couldn’t have been that many. But it was definitely dozens of times. Lots of dozens.

This sounds almost like an afterthought but it’s not, it’s just another part of a long story. She’d had several threesomes with Tom and Grant too, before the one I knew about She’d also had one with a different friend of Tom’s, someone I have now seen photos of (on Facebook) but have never met.

So, as per earlier posts of mine, her body count is actually one more than she let on.

I have been struggling lately, I’ll write more about that in another “short” instalment. Something really strange - Grant’s part in all the deception, I thought I really trusted him.

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Short stories

A lot has happened since I last wrote something, in early February. So very much. I could probably a long (and boring) story about it all but I’ve decided I’m just going write myself some short notes about it all, see if/how well I can piece it together. Relatively short anyway.

In 2019, I suspected Louise was fucking Tom. I came to believe it wasn’t true. I was right all along, at least about that.

It was a few days into February. Louise and I were sitting out the back, having a drink after dinner. She laughed at something on her phone, when I asked her what was funny she handed it to me. She told me to have a look, she needed to go in and clean up the kitchen.

She had been texting Tom and their talk had gotten onto Grant. I have recently learnt that Tom can be quite a bit dirtier than I gave him credit for. The three of them had some fun when Grant came home for our January long weekend, that was what they had been talking about. The bit Louise laughed about was just Tom saying “you nearly bit my knob off when he slipped it in your arse you know.”

It was just part of him teasing her about the fucking they gave her, it was interesting enough to have me reading me back through it. I went further back and came across some texts he had sent a couple of weeks earlier. I wrote a while ago how he had helped to make her feel good about herself, these texts were part of that. Now Tom does have quite the ego, and he will play it right up high with Louise from time to time.

One message said something like “of course you’re sexy darlin, you don’t really reckon I’d have been fucking you for ten years otherwise.” The grammar was worse than that but you get the gist.

Ten years? They first got together in 2023. Ten years?

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Granted, the comments are humorous. But I think she’s gorgeous. And real. Of all the things my wife does these days, she still won’t go out in public without a bra. She thinks most guys would think of things along the lines of these comments. I think she’s wrong, I reckon loads more of us love to see this.

@inboxdenver it is like your whole blog reads my mind, especially your own stuff.

It always has, even when I suspected my wife was “cheating” on me. It still does today.

Yes, loads of them apparently.

I have a lot to tell, including something almost along these lines.

Yeah, these are questions I like to get answers to.

Twists and Turns

Let’s begin by saying that, over the last few days, I have received little surprises about a couple of things. Also, and I probably should be used to a twist or two by now, I got quite a big surprise about something else. In a way, they’re all inter-linked but they still weren’t foreseeable for me.

As we came into the new year, I really thought Louise was very close to hooking up with J, the guy we have known for a while. She had started messaging him again and I must admit I thought she would have met up with him by now, it seemed so close. However, as she explained to me in the pool last night, she has been really busy with work (she has) and, apparently, so has he. She also said she is still chatting with him occasionally and building their connection. I’m sure I have mentioned elsewhere that connection is really important to her. It is highly unlikely that she will ever fuck a stranger (forgive the crude way of saying it, but it turns out there is a very important distinction there), not unless some really fast and really big chemistry occurs. That is not impossible of course, it just makes it much less likely than if she actually could set out to find a one night stand.

Mind you, she “reassured” me that it is going to happen with J. As much as it started as a joke, she is determined to make her post-marrying me body count higher than the before me one, and she says J is going to be the one that gets her there. I guess all I can do is wait and see how it plays out while she continues to tease me mercilessly about it.

The other small scale surprise came to light a couple of days ago. We had been talking about her going to see Tony, her regular masseur, and whether I should go along again. Well, speaking of work busy, I had one of those weeks where I just couldn’t get a day off (things can usually be flexible when I’m not away) so I encouraged her to go see him, make the most of what has been a rare day off for her of late. I was dying to hear all about it of course and that night she filled me in on not only the details of that massage but something else that has been happening with him.

He is teaching her a bit about massage and she is practicing on him. We are talking erotic kinds of massage here, happy ending stuff at least. So, her visit on Wednesday morning included a ninety odd minute massage for herself, with “two lovely orgasms.” Then she spent half an hour massaging him, finishing him off with an oily handjob. She told me she really enjoyed rubbing his dick and watching him cum, and that it was the second time she has done that for him now.

The fact that I got quite the hard on while hearing about it certainly led to a really nice blowjob but also to the more surprising revelation, one which didn’t come until later last night. It was after the couple of margaritas she, apparently, needed to have before she felt brave enough to tell me.

Going back a couple of months, Louise and I had a really good talk. During that talk the subject of her fantasies came up, she knows all about mine but I had never heard any of hers. It was then that she told me about a mild bondage kind of interest and how the thought of being restrained and smacked a little turned her on. That is where the interest in J re-started, he had sent her a naughty bondage related pic a few years ago.

So, we were sitting outside, after dinner and her margaritas with the place all to ourselves, when she just popped out with a question.

“Would you like to hear about another fantasy I have babe?”

Something like that anyway. My reply was considered and intelligent.

“Fuck yes.”

I’m quite sure I sat up straight in my chair too, ready to pay perfect attention. As I said before it was quite a big surprise.

At first she talked about her massage with Tony or, more precisely, massaging his dick. She said she hoped I didn’t think she was being too slutty but she wanted to remind me that she really likes seeing and playing with dicks lately. It was something she first told me after being with my mate Steve. Then she said all the massage stuff we had looked at got her thinking about some things and how it had turned into a bit of a fantasy.

On that, to explain, naughty massages had been the only fantasy I thought would ever be reality, for quite a few years. So, I often searched for guys who did that sort of thing and showed her some of the things I found. It was how we first came across Tony, through his online presence. I have shown her things I have found many times and, naturally, when you search for something like “sensual massage for women,” that is not all you find. She had looked through loads of other results and saw plenty where happy ending services were on offer for guys. It led to her wondering what it would be like for those girls who did more than just a back massage for their male clients. She went on to tell me that she thinks it has become something of a fantasy, one that she thinks about from time to time and something she wanted to try with Tony.

Of course I had a question or two, something like these.

Question 1: “But how would that work for you, without any connection.”

“Babe, the connection I need is for someone to have sex with someone, especially for them to actually be inside me. Massaging someone and playing with their dick isn’t intimate like that.”

Oh, that was a large penny drop moment, I had never realised the connection is really about the intimacy of it all. She did also say that properly kissing another guy, without a connection, would

Question 2: “When can you start.”

She laughed at that one, of course, and checked that I would find it a turn on. Of course I would I reassured her, I also wanted to do some checking in of my own. I asked her if she really fantasised about it or if she was just teasing me. The answer was actually closer to a fantasy than I had imagined. She said it’s not like she thinks about it when we’re having sex. It’s also not something she thinks about all the time, not like me when I’m driving the car, doing yard work, eating breakfast or just general breathing (they’re my words, not something she said). But, whenever I send her a picture of a guy, or of a girl with a dick in her mouth, she has started to fantasise about what it would be like to feel it, or be the one in the picture.

We talked a bit more of course, about that and how she generally enjoys playing around like that. I am sure there is an element of truth in it but I don’t really know if she is just mainly teasing me. I will say that Louise is being very dirty in the bedroom at the moment (again) and I’ll close that comment out by saying I never imagined my wife would love getting cum on her as much as Louise does right now. That just has to go hand in hand with enjoying playing with guys (forgive the intended pun).

That’s about it In guess. I didn’t sleep much last night, there was just too much mind activity going on. I didn’t come close to any practical or possible way she could ever take on a part time naughty massage business and I’m sure that part, at least, isn’t seriously in her mind either. However, I just cannot help but wonder what might happen if I found her a “mutual massage” guy, like the dozens of them that messaged us on Red Hot Pie (to no avail) several years ago now?

If/when the time is right I may have to casually mention it!

Insecurities?

This whole thing is a bit of a jumble in my head, I hope I can make some sense of it here. I’ll start with something brief about Louise, especially about the Louise of a few years past. Whilst you could never describe her as a prude (obviously), it might surprise to say that Louise has a very strong conservative, or reserved, streak. Whilst there’s always been a private (mainly in bedroom) wild girl in there, it was never an outward thing. She has always dressed very conservatively, as an example getting her to show off some of her ample and sexy cleavage has always been a challenge. I have always tried to encourage her to let the sexy out but, equally, have always tried to respect her choices in the matter. That’s not to say we haven’t talked about it, we certainly have, at length. But, I suppose, I did not do a very good job of letting her know how I felt, not from the perspective of just how sexy she is to me nor from getting her to truly understand how big a turn on it is, for me, when she has done her sexy things.

I’m no psychologist, and I don’t intend to try to be on here, but I will share a couple of thoughts. Louise had a pretty conservative upbringing, there was lots of church, lots of “conditioning” about being a lady, all that stuff like sex before marriage being sinful and so on. Not that there was anything wrong with it, then or looking back now. I love her dear mom to death in fact, it is simply just part of her reality. Then there was her partner before me. He was a super jealous type, he wanted her to look pretty, and even sexy, but she was never “allowed” to wear dresses as short as she should have. The good old cleavage was totally out of the question too. She was “allowed” to wear bikinis at the beach, but they had to be conservative ones. She had even told me a story about how she wanted to get more of a tan and had bought her first skimpy-ish bikini, thinking he might be ok with it once he saw it. Well, he wasn’t but, good for her, it didn’t stop her wearing it a few times when he wasn’t around.

It is totally different with me. I desperately want her to wear little bikinis, see through ones too. Short dresses, cleavage, sexy underwear - all fantasy stuff. Of course she knew all of that, I have written about some games about dares we’ve messed with, and loads of them were based on such things. I have written the whole story about one of the most adventurous times, an especially naughty and one, and it’s fair to say that every now and then she would surprise me with something sexy. Not often as sexy or naughty as that day, nowhere near it in fact, but still more than enough to stir my pulse up a ton. We do go to the nude beach a lot, she has done some sexy bend over type of stuff, just at the right time. She has worn some moderately see through dresses without underwear on occasion. Things like that. But, from my perspective, such exciting things have been few and far between.

But, as I said, she certainly is not a prude. To give the balance of it, I’d say she is like 90% shy and conservative, 10% sexy and wild thing. That’s now, a few years ago it would have been more like 95/5, when we first met it was probably 99/1. That’s in public of course, she was awkward quite wild in private, from the time we met. Well, as far as monogamous wild goes at least.

One afternoon, a few weeks before Christmas, we were talking about this kind of subject matter. I guess she was right, actually I don’t guess, I know she was. I’m not proud of it but I had gotten a bit surly, we went to the beach that particular morning and things didn’t pan out like spoiled me had anticipated. We’d shared a bottle of wine the night before, things had gotten sexy and she said she would wear one of her rather see through cover ups to the beach the next day. She was going to wear one of my favourite bikinis under it and had even accepted a little dare to walk back from the nude beach without the bikini bottom on under the cover up. I guess I got my hopes up a little too much and was disappointed when she didn’t go through with it the next day. She called me on my surliness, fair enough too, and asked me why it mattered so much to me. She actually said she didn’t understand why I would sulk just because my wife decided not to “show her arse and pussy to every man and his dog in the beach car park.” That was the gist of it, that and a fair bit more too. Deservedly.

Maybe I had never picked the right words before, maybe she just hadn’t heard them. More likely, I was too careful with what I had said, always trying to not overstep things. But, regardless of why, my true and naughty feelings about it came out that afternoon and I think she heard them. Fully.

Oh, duh, before I go on, there is another factor that held Louise back. Insecurity. We’re not exactly spring chickens anymore and Louise just does not (maybe did not, we’ll see) believe that a woman of her age should be flaunting anything more than a bit of leg. Mostly lower leg at that. Haha. Most of the time she just does not think she looks sexy, she doesn’t like a few things about her body and that seriously adds to her reluctance.

So, back to the conversation of that afternoon. I wouldn’t say it got heated but we did express ourselves with some animation. She called herself a “fucking old woman,” and said it would be ridiculous to run around in g-string bikinis and naked under see through dresses, especially looking the way she does.

Oh, somewhere during the conversation, she also asked if I’d be happier if I was married to some “fucking exhibitionist.”

At first I just tried to clarify that I had never asked for g-strings. I guess, in all fairness, I did comment a lot about her thong bikini. But I thought she knew what I liked and I really just meant a couple of bikinis that are a little bit cheeky in the back, and they show her boobs a bit better than the full cover wired up things. Then I got the guilts, I felt really bad for pushing her to do something she didn’t want to do. She said something about how she would love to if she still felt sexy and I told her I didn’t really understand that, I think she is still very sexy and I said how I have been proud of her every time she has shown off, a little or a lot. I said I am always proud to be with her and how lucky I still feel to have found her. I told her I am proud to be beside her when we go out, how I am proud to walk down the beach with her, in any bikini and how I’d be over the moon proud for her in her cheeky ones. Something like that.

She said she didn’t know that and she thanked me for saying those nice things. It got me a little bit frustrated again, to be honest. I have said it many times and, once again, I tried to tell her I wasn’t just saying it, I meant it and I do.

We were good though, we ended up nearly getting it on in the pool and had some very satisfying, loving sex that night. I thought that was the end of it.

Then I went out for a few beers one afternoon, a couple of days later, with a few mates. We ended up staying out way longer than I had expected, I didn’t get home until nearly midnight. I had texted Lou to tell her, no issues there, and my late night meant that she ended up talking to Tom.

I actually want to write the whole background story to Tom sometime, just to get it all out for myself really. For now though, he did something he also did for Louise quite a while go. He made her feel good and, while doing so, he totally reinforced the things I had been trying to tell her. She told me a good deal about their conversation, this is obviously third hand but I think I’d have it pretty close. They had gotten on to our conversation, she asked him to tell her what he truthfully thinks.

He told her yes and so what she if is her fifties. He told her most men wouldn’t believe if they knew. I think that is true by the way, and have said it myself, several times. He told her yes, she has a body that shows she has had children and, again, so what. He told her he thinks she is incredibly sexy (something he told her years ago too) and, best of all, he told her off. Well, sort of.

“Louise, how do you think he feels (me) when you don’t believe it when he says your sexy. Your husband is not only complimenting you, he is telling you that in his eyes you are the sexiest woman in the world. For fucks sake, from what has he said about what we do, your sexiness and your sexuality is all he thinks about.”

Something like that anyway, whatever the exact words were he nailed it. Haha, it proved that they talk more about me than I ever knew too.

He also said something like, “do you really think I would have tried to fuck you for years, that I’d still be want to fuck you all the time if you weren’t.”

Somewhere in the conversation they talked about a very cheeky red bikini she has and the only time she ever really wore it in public. It was at a resort pool a couple of years ago. I totally busted a guy, who was at least ten years younger than us, getting a really good look at her arse (in all fairness she was basically on her knees, in doggy position, adjusting her towel when he walked behind her, right as I got back from the bar). Anyway, I took photos of her in that bikini, and she hates them, she says her arse look huge, she hates her cellulite and so on.

But, that night, when they talked, she sent a couple of the photos to Tom. He can be a dirty bugger (something she loves) and he told her he was going to jerk off to them when they got off the phone. He actually texted her later and told her he should have sent a cab to pick her up, jerking off was good but he would have preferred the real thing. Well, lucky him, his talk got her quite hot and bothered and he did get some the next day, when I was too hungover to do much at all.

Oh yeah, she also got a happy new year message from Grant, one that also made her feel good. Now, I would not be surprised if our Tom put him up to it, or mentioned something but, either way, he did well. He told her “happy new year sexy” and that he missed her “hot arse.” The latter comment came after a few more texts that make me wonder if we might still see some more of Grant yet. I do hope so.

From there, things have changed, just a little bit at least. We had our Christmas away and she caught a really bad flu on the way home. But she is feeling better now, finally, and we’ve had some nice times around the pool over this last week. I an exciting development (for me), she has started wearing a couple of her tiny little, very see through “dresses” around the house (they’re barely big enough to be t-shirts). She knew they are my favourites and that I always wanted her to wear them more, even just for me at home. That’s really all that has happened with it but it has had my blood flowing southwards in a very nice way.

We haven’t been yet, but she also hinted she would be wearing a sexy, new bikini next time we go to the beach. I almost don’t want to go the nude beach, so that I can see her in it the whole time!

Then, we stood outside yesterday afternoon, out the front of our house while the dog went for a pee. She had on one of the little dresses and hugged me. I had my hand up her dress, on her arse, anyone who went past would have gotten a good look and she did not care at all. She even said maybe the guy across the street saw from his window and how she’d bet I liked that. She was right, my downstairs mate showed her just how much I liked it too.

Then, when we went to bed, she said she had not forgotten her six in six month promise she’d made (to do six out of ten dares in six months) and she also said she is still determined and confident. Even though three months have already flown by. This wasn’t the intent of this note but I feel like doing a check in, sorry.

1. Have sex with more guys since you've been married than you had sex with before. - She only needs one more and I am fairly sure something with J is just around the corner.

2. Give two guys just a blowjob only. - No idea how she could arrange this. They don’t have to be together but just finding two is tricky.

3. Have an MFF threesome. - I reckon almost no chance in my lifetime, let alone the next few months.

4. Let me watch her get an erotic massage. - This turned out to be easy, she arranged it the day after I had decided on my top ten list. It was quite simple really, it just required me to tag along for a visit to her regular masseur, some thing we already knew he was ok with. We did it a couple of days later and it was amazing).

5. Wear a bikini that goes see through when wet, then get wet. Or wear a very small or micro bikini. - I relented on this one a little, she has several cheeky bikinis with sexy tops and I said any of those will more that suffice. Her new one fits the bill perfectly.

6. Go braless in public while wearing something a bit see through - no chance, unfortunately.

7. Have someone cum on you and pic for hubby or give someone a blowjob and pic for hubby. - in her words - easy.

8. Have sex with a stranger. - This is something that would have been out of the question until very recently, now she is dirty talking about it and getting turned on by the thought. We just have to come across someone, at the right time, in the right moment, who meets her justifiably picky tastes. I think it will be difficult.

9. Let a guy feel your bare boobs - made more difficult by me qualifying that it has to be someone new and not someone she has sex with.

10. Answer the door bottomless - it’s just the silly old pizza dare and I don’t know why, but I have a hunch this might happen. It’s relatively easy, from a logistics perspective and there’s more chance of this than going braless I reckon.

Will, that’s it. My intent was really just to talk about her little insecurities and how the two guys, Tom especially, may well have helped her overcome them. I ended up adding more, as usual, including the dares stuff. But, seeing how I did mention it, one (number 4) from the targeted six isn’t her ideal score at the half way point. I’m almost certain she is going to get number 1 soon, with the guy J that she has been talking to. In fact, if she hadn’t got sick I reckon she would have been with him during my recent work trip away. I’d say 5 and 7 will be easy, can she get two more? Haha, all in all it doesn’t matter, it is all just a bit of fun and spice to add to the adventure we’re on. She is definitely feeling good about herself again, after a serious lull that I didn’t really see or understand and that is the best thing so far this year!

Footnote: we tried to make plans to head away for our January holiday weekend, we almost got there too, until she found she had to work until late today (the Friday). I am still sure she is up to something and I have a hunch the weekend had something to do with it. I’m not asking though. The surprise, when it comes, will be worth the almost agonising wait.

We talked about this “option” a couple of years ago. I told Louise that I would love it even if it was the only thing she ever did. It turned out to be a blowjob that got her started though.

This would be a Great next step for us. Watching her hand stroke another cock until he cums, so exciting! It’s not like it’s sex, just innocent fun.

I can’t help but wonder what else is on your bucket list @causeidalreadyknow 🔥

Who fucks her best?

This is meant to be a light hearted (and probably boring) post but testing my thoughts to the “bull” comments, as per my last repost, I just can’t stop thinking about this subject. To put it bluntly, has anyone fucked Louise better than I have? While lying in bed last night, trying to get to sleep, I went through her list.

I don’t believe her ex’s ever gave her as good a time as I have, from what she has said they didn’t ever come close. In saying that, both of her main squeezes had sex with her in some pretty exciting and risky places, that is something I have not really come close to. Hmm, I definitely need to get myself into that game, I’m not sure I wouldn’t chicken out if I tried to replicate some of them but I can only try to come close. Haha.

Then there’s my mate Steve. I would say dear Steve had fun, and so did Louise in a way, but no roof was ever lifted.

It’s similar for her regular massage guy. There is no doubt he has given her some powerful orgasms but not so much with his dick. In all honestly, Louise sees him for the massages, he is extremely good at those and she just loves a good massage. She had sex with him because she knew she could and because she knew I’d like that, it wasn’t really because of any overwhelming or strong desire. I don’t know, it probably sounds a bit crass but I think the reality is that she enjoys a sensual massage and sometimes she fucks or sucks him as part of the experience.

That leaves our remaining two contenders, Tom and Grant.

Louise has always said that Tom is very similar to me in size and shape. She also says he is not as good a lover. From what I have seen (just the one time), there is no reason to disagree with either comment. However, just going on some of the things she has said, I suspect he may be better at oral and, in my not so humble opinion on the matter, that is saying something. Whilst she has never used the word “better” she has often said he is good and, I’m sure, she even used really, really good. I guess our Tom must know his way around a clitoris and associated regions, he certainly has no problems in giving Louise some very intense orgasms with his tongue (apparently), the fact she enjoys it and even looks forward to it is fine by me. I also suspect it contributes to the greater amount of oral sex I get to perform, and receive, these days. Again, that is perfectly fine by me.

My summary, put bluntly, I recon I am better than Tom but, maybe, he does super-expert level oral. LOL.

I have seen a look of what I think is ecstasy on Louise’s face many times. When she is particularly horny and ready, I love how she gives a little gasp, the way her eyes roll back in her head and the way her mouth falls open when I first slide my dick into her. I am quite certain I have seen her gasp turn into a deep moan with Grant, her eyes clench tight shut as she feels the fullness of him entering her and I have heard her swear (oh fuck yes) as he starts to work himself in and out of her. I have seen him virtually pick her up, fling her over into a doggie position and then fuck her harder than I ever have. I have seen her literally tremble as she rides him and cums and, finally, I have seen him shoot loads onto her that rival a good porno movie cumshot scene.

He is considerably thicker and longer than me yet, with all of that to consider, Louise still says Grant fucks her different but not better. I say thank you for saying that but I believe he fucks her better and that is actually what I always hoped for. I think the lava hot reignition of our own sex life is the number one best thing that has come of our little hotwife journey, the fuckings she received from Grant are definitely next in line. Even though there really isn’t the spark there for her anymore (the desire, the connection she needs aren’t that strong), I still hope for more between the two of them. We will see what happens with his girlfriend I guess, they’ve been together several months now, if it stays that way then my hopes won’t become reality.

Then again, I am confident that Louise is going to hook up with the “new guy” J sometime fairly soon and I have a very strong hunch that he is going to give her something very special. I hope he is better than me and better than Grant!