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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.
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.
Lou’s fantasy development.
She showed me a couple of text messages last night, maybe I’ll see the whole string sometime soon. What I saw though was something along these lines (shortened version here):
L: “What if I told you he would be ok with it?”
J: “I’d ask if you are serious or just saying that.”
L: “Serious.”
J: “Then I’d say I’m excited and want to hear more.”
L: “More?”
J: “Yeah, more as in what are we talking about here? Swinging?”
L: “Not swinging but I can do whatever I want.”
J: “I’m intrigued, tell me more.”
L: “I’d rather tell you in person but you’ve heard of hotwives yeah?”
J: “Sure have.”
J: “Can I ask a personal question?”
L: “Please do, you can ask me anything.”
J: “In that case I have several but first, we talking stag or cuckold, just so I know?”
L: “Cuckold is the one that gets treated bad right? Not that one.”
J: “Cool. So does that mean he would be with us? I mean hypothetically, if anything happened?”
L: “LOL, we’re past hypothetical gorgeous. As long as you want to of course.”
L: “To answer your question not at first but he would love to at some stage. We’d see what happens hey.”
J: “I do want to.”
J: “Ok, that’s very cool. Can I tell you I’m getting a hard on? Tell me more about what you want to do.”
L: “I want to tell you in person, after I have your dick in my mouth.”
She asked me to save it for later from there, the intent was to have a look at the rest when we went to bed. We didn’t get that far, not yet anyway, we mauled each other as soon as the bedroom door closed. She did tell me that J asked if he could call, to hear some more but she told him we were busy and the boys were around. It was true, she was texting him between packing for our Christmas holiday, we leave today. She told J they might talk while we’re away and that she hoped he was still interested when we got back.
I almost can’t wait for the holiday to be over now!
Talking Part 4 - Louise’s fantasy.
I mentioned another guy earlier, one we met through friends and some puppy training days we went to. About a year before Louise gave Tom the first blowjob, she did some pretty sexy texting with this guy. The bits I saw were heavily flirty, with lots of innuendo and, towards the end, some talk about which one would wear the other out in the bedroom. He sent her some photos of some bondage gear, she sent him a bikini photo and he returned serve with a pretty sexy (even raunchy) action photo.
I have a copy of that photo, in a way I wish I could caption it and post it here. That, however, would be a betrayal of both him and Louise so I’ll have to settle for a description instead.
There is a girl on her hands and knees on a bed, she has a mask on and some sort of choker collar, apart from that she is naked. The guy in question, I’ll call him J for now, is standing to the side of the bed, with his impressive looking cock in the girl’s mouth. He has a whip in his hand, a little one that looks like a horse riding crop. Another guy is standing to the right of the picture, just in view. He has a good hard-on happening and is also holding a whip, one of those with multiple leather looking straps, I think they’re called floggers. A chain from her collar disappears off the edge of the photo, I assume he is holding it in his other hand.
At the time, I encouraged Louise to meet J. I thought he would be perfect, he is actually a good looking guy - tall, dark haired, very fit looking and I was sure he would be completely discrete. Louise couldn’t do it though, at the time I knew she “chickened out” mostly through fear of our friends finding out and, also, she just was not ready to step outside of our marriage.
Starting with our beach conversation, I have also recently learnt that it was also because she did not believe I could actually handle what I was saying I wanted. There was good reason too, one day I want to write about some earlier Tom stuff which we have talked about, that played on her mind as did some jealous reactions she saw from the J texts that she did show me. In the end, it was too much uncertainty and she told J that she was sorry for leading him on and that she couldn’t cheat on me (she did not tell him anything about my fantasies).
There was some more texts, one I did not see, apparently they got a little more to the point. She deleted them, again due to uncertainty about some of my reactions. In those texts, J described the situation a little more than you could tell from just the photo. The guy to the right is a colleague, from another firm but working in the same field of their profession. The girl works in that guy’s office. What is unseen in the photo is a third guy, the one who took the photo. It was a bit of a “der” moment for me, I hadn’t even thought about another person being there, but it is obvious neither of the two guys in the picture took it. Anyway, the guy that took the photo is the girl’s boyfriend.
To me that is just more news that J would have been totally cool with what I hoped for but, as they say, no use crying over it now.
Oh, I guess it goes without saying that all three guys fucked that girl that night and, apparently, it wasn’t their first time. Lucky girl, lucky guys I say.
In short, and she did beat around the bush getting to this point, Louise revealed to me that she fantasises about being that girl. She has always had a thing for a good smack on the arse, add that to her enjoyment of a few threesomes (and one foursome I added) and she started to wonder how much fun it would be.
Obviously she has my full encouragement to try and fulfil this newly revealed fantasy. In fact, I’d say I almost begged her to do something to make it happen. I offered to look online, find some dungeon master type dude to take her to, or to “advertise” for someone to show us the ropes. Haha, literally and figuratively.
I know she’s not going to go for that, not the latter option at least. But, and it’s a huge development in my opinion, she has sent J a couple of texts since our little talk on the beach. I got to have a read of them all last night. They are still comparatively innocent but they get just a little flirty towards the end. She started off by saying hi and told him she was playing with our dog and wondered how his was getting on (the dogs are actually litter mates). His is going well and they still catch up with one of the other litter mates for a play every now and then. I mentioned that this could be a good leg in for her to meet up with J. She told me to read on.
She did indeed mention that and they talked about catching up at the beach sometime. J, who clearly has no problem in coming forward, said he hoped she would wear the bikini from the photo. Louise said it had fallen apart so she’d have to wear a different one to which he replied he hoped it was as sexy. He asked for a new photo and she said maybe sometime, but she’d need to have a few margaritas first (talking naughty after a few margaritas was part of their banter from a couple of years ago).
That’s it for now, it’s wait and see what happens time. Louise says she still doesn’t know but, let’s say, I feel more than just a little bit hopeful. She virtually mauled me in bed last night, after we talked about it, and included a fair bit of dirty talk about J, his big dick and his whips while she did so. She wants it, now it’s just a case of seeing if she’ll go through with it.
I’m betting she will.
Talking Part 3.
Let me see, where was I!!?? That’s right, we had finished talking about blowjobs, for the time being at least, and got back to candidates for her “body count.”
The third guy was pretty interesting, I had completely forgotten about him. Louise works in a hospital (not as a nurse, not as a doctor) and there’s a paramedic guy that she almost got to know a few years ago. I say almost because it was when we were trying to see if anyone interesting would come up via an adult dating thing. There was actually three guys that she messaged and emailed a few times, with the paramedic being one of them. When she told him she worked at a hospital, he told her what his profession was. He was also totally not shy, apart from telling her exactly what he would like to do to her he sent plenty of photos. There was quite a few dick pics but also plenty that showed all of him, including his face. Whilst Louise did send him a few photos, they were all quite anonymous in comparison. So it meant she knows what he looks like and then, one day, she actually did see him at the hospital.
Then, at the beach the other day, she told me she still sees him from time to time and she had wondered if she could ever have the courage to approach him, tell him who she is. I think she is right on something else she said, given how many women he may have talked to on the dating site, and given how long ago it was, he may not even remember her. Plus, we have no idea of his relationship status these days, for all we know he could be married with a young child! So, he was an interesting thought but it is extremely unlikely that she will ever even talk to him let alone take things many steps further. I’ll call him a less than 1% chance.
The final one is the most interesting of all. There is a guy that we met through friends in a dog training club we used to take our pup to a while back. To me, this guy was always the perfect choice and Louise did do some very flirty texting with him one night. I wouldn’t say it got overly explicit but it got very hot, so hot that they started talking about who would out do the other and he sent photos of some ropes, a whip and one of those ball gag things. He swore they were actually his and not something he had copied from the internet somewhere. He got a copy of her sexiest bikini photo and, in return, he sent her a photo of an impressively sized, erect penis which, again, he swore was all his.
On top of the obvious interest, he is a sworn bachelor and, also, is a fairly prominent member of the local legal community. I thought he was the perfect choice, handsome guy, clearly interested, big dick and, I reckon, someone who would be totally discrete about things. That latter factor was especially important then, when we were exploring things and wondering if anything would ever actually happen. It was also just on twelve months before Louise took the leap and gave Tom the first blowjob, she just wasn’t ready to do anything back then. So, much to my disappointment she chickened out, she told him she was sorry for leading him on and that she just couldn’t do it to her husband (she hadn’t said anything about it being with my blessing). He did say she should let him know if she ever changed her mind!
Maybe now that has happened, she may have changed her mind. There is still some hesitancy due to him being friends with friends of ours but she did say she might just send him a message to say hello some time soon. There’s one more factor at play here too, something in favour of her getting in touch with him, I’ll touch on it soon. Right now, I think there’s about an 80% likelihood something will happen (tempted to say I’m really sure of it but I’d hate to jinx things!).
We had a bit of a funny ending to that part of the conversation actually. I said to her, just to reiterate from previous conversations, that it was always just a fun dare and that her “body count” totally does not matter, especially not in comparison to keeping things exciting between the two of us. She playfully teased me about chickening out, telling me I was being a weeny and it was too late to stop her now. In all seriousness, we both know it is just part of our game, she might not ever get past her current tally, she might add the ten, there could even be more. Who knows and, apart from having fun with it, who really cares!
There was more that we talked about, much more, I think of it there might have to be a part 4. I especially need to write something about her fantasies, one that didn’t surprise me still, it was all brand new for her to talk about it.
My last bit for now though, is about a question she asked of me, what has been my favourite thing so far. It is so hard to choose, especially when considering the emotional side (the excitement, the teasing, the turmoil, the whole exquisite jealousy) against the physical side (things I been part of, things I have watched, our time together after she has been with another guy and so on. In the end we agreed we would both think about it and make a mental list of a few things to talk about at another time. She wanted to know one right then though.
I said that some of the emotional stuff would be hard to beat and I would definitely include a description of one of those times in my list. To answer her question though, there and then and for something of a physical nature, I chose the time I stood in Grant’s pool, watching her take turns at sucking Tom and Grant’s dicks as they sat side by side on the pool edge. I have thought about it more since, maybe that’s not number one after all?
Talking Part 2.
We went to the nude beach on Saturday morning, it’s a place we just love to go to but it’s also a place where we do our most serious sex talking. We weren’t at the beach when I first revealed my big fantasy to Louise but it was the place where we most explored what it meant or, should I say, where I tried to explain and she tried to understand. Since then, it has definitely been a place we both associate with our sex lives, many of our little dares have been at the beach or on our way home from it and, as things have developed, it is where were have continued to play little games and talk things over.
It would be easy to say that winter contributed to us not talking enough because, after all, we had not been to our favourite place for several months. But, the truth is that we just got a little complacent. Things had still been exciting during winter but we had just both felt they had slipped a little. Anyway, that is behind us, for now at least, and we found ourselves at the beach, naked on a beautiful day, armed with some new and very interesting information from our neighbours.
I will most often start or steer our conversations onto the sexual side and I was eager to do so on Saturday. On reflection though, it was actually Louise who led most of the conversation, she too had some things on her mind and I was very, very happy to find out about all of them.
“How about that one?” I asked, very soon after we had set up and laid down to enjoy the sun. It was a question about another man, I used to ask if she would suck that guy’s cock but, over time, it had evolved to just that simple question.
“Umm, no way,” she replied. We don’t intend any disrespect to the guy in question but, even when I asked, I knew he wasn’t her type.
“Before you ask, I would with those two though, both of them.” She had motioned her head towards two obviously gay guys and yep, I could have picked that they would both get the nod!
From there, we quickly progressed to talking about Alan and Anna, especially about their little games. That, in turn, saw our conversation move to the little things we do or, specifically, had been doing less of recently.
I used to regularly send Louise some of the captioned Hotwife photos from here on Tumblr. Earlier, I found them a safe way to share things that turned me on, or things I fantasised about. After she had actually dipped her toe in the Hotwife waters, I started to send her ones that either “celebrated” things we/she had just done or ones that hinted at other things to try sometime. I didn’t really think she was into them, she never really said much about them at the time, but our conversation turned to some of those little memes and I learnt that she had actually found them fun and, especially, insightful. Because it was becoming apparent that they actually did have an effect, I asked if she would like me to send more, after all there’s practically thousands to choose from. So, we have a bit of a plan now, I will send her naughty memes, with my own comments on what I think about them, and she will tell me what she thinks too. She is going to do the same, find some of interest to send to me. I’m pretty sure it will be a lot of fun and, even better, it might plant some seeds for things to try and/or even be on the educational side (I’d just love it if it revealed something Louise might like to try).
Our conversation also covered our own “body count,” or Louise’s to be more accurate. I think I wrote earlier about a conversation we’d had about the subject and how I had said I fantasised that she’d end up having sex with more guys after we got married than she had before (yes, it was from a hotwife caption). We were messing around at the time and I got a bit cheeky and said she should go for at least twice as many as before. We ended up playfully “agreeing” that we’d go for ten guys, which would well and truly put us past twice as many than before our marriage. We had a point of confusion though, because we had been talking about New Year’s resolutions she had it in her head that the ten target was for 2024 alone. We did clear it up several months ago but, at that time, she said she was still going to try.
So, with it being December now, there is absolutely zero chance of getting to ten (the number is currently four), especially seeing how we’re going away to spend time with her family over Christmas (even without that it’d still be practically zero chance). However, I learnt that Louise had actually been thinking about other guys that she might add to the count. I was pleasantly and very surprised to hear what all about those thoughts.
First one concerns Grant, the guy she fucked regularly for a while there and I use term “fucked” because it is most appropriate with him. Whilst Louise sleeps with Tom, or has sex with him, maybe even makes loves with him, it is much rawer with Grant. They definitely fuck and it is exciting to watch. Anyway, Grant has a friend, one who Louise actually let me believe had joined in once before and he was always a chance to be included, it just never happened. I knew that Lou still talks and texts with Grant sometimes but I learnt that she has told Grant that he and his mate still owe her a threesome. The downside is that Grant has been seeing someone, he has said it doesn’t matter but it does to Louise. So, that takes it from a highly likely situation to a wait and see what happens one, more on the unlikely side of things unless Grant’s relationship status changes again.
Then there’s Tom. I also knew of a conversation they’d had quite some time ago regarding another friend of his, also named Grant. At the time, Tom had joked about him as a mate who was down on his luck, saying he needed someone to give him a good time to cheer it up. They’d looked at photos and Louise had confessed that she found him “very fucking sexy.” She’s just not sure on where the other Grant is at with his life now and, perhaps more importantly, whether Tom would be into setting something up. We agreed he feels like a 50/50 chance.
She also said she had thought about the two guys she had naughty massages with. Neither are her regular masseur, who she has had sex with plenty of times now, these two were both before him, we travelled interstate both times for those massages. The first of the two was definitely up for much more at the time, he was naked and hard for most of the massage. The second stayed clothed but she did notice he too had a bit of a hard on happening under his jeans. We both know the first guy would only need us to make an appointment and it would happen. The second would need the appointment and then it’d be a case of how bold Louise would get, to make something happen. They’re both something of a chance, if we can plan a trip away. Oh, I should say she is sexually interested in both of them. The first guy had the biggest dick she has ever seen in real life, bigger than Grant’s even. At the time, she figured she wouldn’t want to try something so big, now she’s at least a little bit curious. The second guy was one she found very attractive in his tight white t-shirt, he definitely had sexual appeal for her.
As we talked about those two guys, especially the second, Louise learnt something about my fantasies, something I just thought she knew. I said something along the lines of how I was hoping she would tell me she sucked the first massage guy’s dick. When she was telling me all about her massage (straight after it happened) she tentatively said he had put it in her hand and she squeezed it. Later that night, when she found out how I liked that, she confessed to playing with it a bit more than just a squeeze and how she had definitely been pulling on it when she had one of her orgasms. It was then that I hoped for more confessions, but there was no more to give. Anyway, on the beach on the weekend we clarified something that I thought she knew. My fantasies have always included her giving another guy a blowjob, she thought the fantasies were around her progressing things beyond sucking someone’s dick, that they needed her to have sex with someone. I don’t really know how, over the many years, that we still had that little misunderstanding but it is all clear now. Babe, watching you give a blowjob, or even hearing about it is a huge fantasy and a massively big turn on!
Our conversation digressed, down the blowjob path, for a while then. In a funny sort of way, it was despairing to find out that she would have sucked another guy’s dick for me no problems if she knew that would have been enough to really do it for me. For Louise, blowjobs held nowhere near the same level of taboo as “having another guy inside me” did for so long. Wow, I am still letting off some heavy sighs about that, but with a smile on my face at least.
Just reiterating something I have written before, I have always been a lucky man as Louise does love to suck my dick. Now we are absolutely clear on the fact that we would both love her to suck some more, it opens up a few more possibilities as there’s “plenty for guys that I would suck but not fuck.” Her words obviously.
I did ask for an example and was surprised to hear that her boss of over twenty years might be one, under the right circumstances. His wife, although lovely, does give him a really hard time and there has been plenty of times when he has confided in Louise. Well, Lou told me there’s been a few times when she has thought he could just do with a nice blowjob and now, just maybe, she’ll tell him one day. I had to ask what would happen if he didn’t take it well, if he wasn’t in to doing something like behind his wife’s back.
“Are you kidding, have I not told you how much he always flirts with me?”
She actually hadn’t and that’s a story we agreed to come back to after we had finished talking about everything else that was on our mind.
Then I asked again about the fact that he was married, and would she really do it with a married man.
“No, probably not, but it’d be fun to tease him about it,” was her answer.
We did talk some more about blowjobs, but I’ll just leave it at saying I am quite hopeful there will be some stories to write about in the near future.
That’s probably enough for part 2 as well, more to come when I get some more time.
Talking.
Louise has spent a few hours with Anna, and I have had a few beers with Alan, since the revelations regarding our neighbours rather saucy sex life. We know all there is to know about each other now and it has all been just wow. I could write so much about what they have told us and maybe I will one day. For now though, I’ll just say Louise and I are nothing but inexperienced amateurs in comparison.
Something that I think is big, and very important, has come from talking to them both though, something for Louise and I to learn from. The big something is actually quite straight forward, obvious and nothing difficult at all. It is all about simply finding time for us and making sure we talk, share our thoughts and just keep in touch with where we are at.
I mentioned in a earlier post that things had quietened down for Louise. We have also realised that we stopped talking, we stopped sharing sexy little things between us. Their was a distinct drop off in our role play, the dirty talk and, from my perspective, the sharing of fantasies, things that turn me on, and just the general encouragement that had made Louise feel so good about herself.
Anna shared something simple with Louise, it was actually related to the mail box flash. Despite the fact that, for want of a better way to describe it, Anna’s body count is significantly higher that Louise’s, they still do lots of little things to keep the tension well and truly alive. Little dares will add some excitement then, my interpretation and words, they will feed off what ever happened and use it as a role play or something else to spice things up. The mail box flash led to a few naughty messages between them that day and then, that night, Anna’s bedroom talk included telling Alan that she was imagining me jerking off over what I had seen.
Oh, I just want to add that the likelihood of anything happening between any of us neighbours is extremely low. I don’t mess with other women and Anna isn’t keen on Alan being with Louise either (Lou isn’t that keen herself) so that pretty much counts it out. Except, of course, the possibility that Tom will get his dream two girl fantasy through Louise and Alan. I have an inkling it is something that has been talked about by Lou and Anna and I am pretty certain that, if it did happen, I would not find out until either just before or sometime after. That’s all part of our tease dynamic, which leads me nicely to part of what I wanted to write about this time.
So yes, we have that thing I just called our tease dynamic. Part of where we are at is that Louise does not have to ask for my permission to do anything, if she is alone with someone else then she knows I want to hear about it sometime but she also knows that there’s this part of my kink where I want her to be the one in control, to take charge and, maybe, keep me guessing. It is absolutely not the extreme cuckold stuff, I guess the best way I can describe it is that she has worked me out and is learning some great little ways to peek the rush I get from the combination of jealousy and excited arousal. Exquisite jealousy I called it once.
An “innocent” example occurred on the weekend, a couple of days ago. After a trip to the beach, she had a shower, put on some sexy underwear and one of her just slightly see through sexy dresses. I asked her where she was going, I didn’t know of anything she had planned. She just kissed me, hard and with lots of tongue, squeezed my dick, said she loves me and left.
Of course I grabbed my phone and tracked where she was headed (she knew I would too). She was headed straight for Tom’s house, I watched her position jumping as it updated, all the while sure that was where she was going. I almost put my phone down when it showed she had arrived but then it jumped again. I kept watching as she left his street and, somewhat disappointingly, saw that she was actually headed to the local grocery store. She texted me when she arrived.
“Did you watch, did you think I was going to suck Tom’s dick? Maybe fuck him all afternoon?”
I replied and said yeah, she got me good. The there was another text.
“Maybe I should have, I got very wet just driving by you know, thinking about you at home while I fuck my boyfriend.”
It was the first time she has ever used that term for him, boyfriend that is, and I have no doubt she knew it would absolutely spike my jealousy.
She was home about an hour later, she was dragged to the bedroom before the cold stuff was even put in the fridge. It didn’t need to be, it was one of those times when I had no chance of lasting longer than a couple of minutes. I didn’t really matter though, we were both very horny!
I am sure her tease was partly inspired by some of the stuff we talked about with our neighbours, and further inspired by our own talks since.
I actually got a little off track there, as usual. I was also going to write about our trip to the beach that same morning and, especially, the conversation we had lying in the sun. I’ll save it for my next post now.
Yesterday was fucking amazing, my biggest fantasy of all came true. Every bit of it and even more. Right in front of me and with me as part of the action. I can’t do it justice here, but I do want to write about the highlights. Even though, in reality, I’m really only talking to myself.
I’ll start with the trip home. After I told Lou how amazing she was, how amazing the whole thing was and how I could not thank her enough, I said that I thought she had been a bit harsh when she called him Mr Magoo. She reminded me that it was me who started to call him that, based on how she described him after her first visit. She had said he was older than she expected, that he was bald and wore thick, round glasses, and that she thought he was a little geeky. Admittedly, it was before she got to know him and made her connection with him.
“He has a big cock,” I said.
“Come on, it’s not that big,” she replied.
I agreed it is not nearly as big as Grant’s and I added it’s not as big as Steve’s either.
“You have to admit it’s bigger than Tom’s babe.”
“Yeah, it’s longer but not thicker,” she replied.
“You once told me Tom’s dick felt so nice because it was the same perfect size as mine.”
I got a slap on the leg for that but she didn’t say anything. I was definitely right in saying Tony’s is longer than mine, I reckon he has at least an inch on me. I think it is at least as thick as mine, it just mightn’t look it because of the extra length.
“Anyway, who cares,” I added. “You looked like you enjoyed it and that’s the main thing.”
“Well yeah, I enjoyed both of your dicks today babe, you know that right?”
……….
I was nervous as hell when we arrived, and it was obvious Tony was too. We started with a handshake and then some awkward conversation while Louise showered and got ready for her massage.
I took in the scene while we waited. He has a large property and does his massage work in what is basically a good sized granny flat. It has a working kitchen (just for tea, coffee and a range of drinks), which adjoins an good sized open area. He has it set up with a couple of couches, a big screen tv and what I later learnt was just his portable massage table. That table is where almost all of his clients get their massages apparently. To the side of that table, not far from an open doorway that leads to a bedroom and bathroom is a hospital style bed. It has the rails removed but still has all the electric adjustments still working. That is why he has it there as an additional massage table, he can adjust the height and even the position for the ladies he massages.
Louise returned from her shower in a fairly short time. She took off her towel (which in itself gave me a rush) and then took her place on the hospital bed table, which had been set up to an elevated position. I was about to take a seat on the couch when she told me no, there had been a change of plans, I was going to be part of the four hands massage she had decided she wanted.
Then came an uncomfortable part, for me at least. She told us she wanted her masseurs naked, I’m pretty sure Tony already knew that part but it was news to me. Still, I did as I was told and, despite how uncomfortable it felt, Tony and I were soon standing side by side, massaging one of Louise’s feet and lower legs each. To add to my discomfort, it didn’t take long for my dick to start swelling and, as much as I willed it not to, I pretty soon had at least a three quarter hard on. Just having Louise lying back, with her legs spread quite wide, in front if another guy was enough to get me ready to take matters into my own hands so to speak (I didn’t but I could easily have knocked one out right then).
Anyway, I wanted to set the scene without writing a long and detailed account of the whole two hours. We gave her a really good massage with some extra special highlights included, for me if not for Louise.
The first was when I was instructed to massage her neck and shoulders while he went back to her legs. After maybe ten more minutes of massage he started to touch her pussy, just a little at first then more and more, until he was actively fingering her and rubbing her clit. She started to moan and grabbed my dick then told Tony to go ahead and do it, to lick her clit.
One of my sub-fantasies, that Louise knows about, is for a guy giving her a massage to basically fuck her mouth. Just like they do in the pornos, with the girl’s head hanging back over the massage table. Well, I was the one who did the mouth fucking, while watching Tony go down on Louise. I came in her mouth in no time, I doubt that I made it to the thirty second mark. Then I stayed there, while she licked and sucked my balls, watching until she was hanging on for dear life, trying to keep his mouth on her pussy and clit as she bucked her way to her first orgasm.
The second happened when she was lying on her stomach. She’d be given a really good leg and back massage when Tony ask me if I wanted to watch him rub her arse. Of course I did but I must admit I thought he meant her arse cheeks. I guess I became mesmerised when he slipped the end of his thumb into her arse a couple of times, even more so as I rubbed her shoulders while he fully fingered her butt. Even though anal play is something we get up to occasionally, I have only very rarely ever played with her like he was doing. If that was unbelievable, I was blown away when he reach under her, to rub her clit with one hand while using a vibrator in her arse with the other.
She chalked up another “never done it with the husband” score with that one. It didn’t make it to by list of ten but, after watching her cum like that, I think I should offer her a point for it. Amazing.
Tony clearly liked it too, both of us were hard by the time she had that orgasm. He took her by the hand, after she came back to earth, and led her to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and watch her suck him before he fucked her slowly in a missionary position. Things sped up a little when he turned her over and fucked her from behind, she had her head in my lap when he made her cum for her third and final time for the morning. Then we swapped, I got my “sloppy seconds,” adding my second load to his quite quickly.
By the time we got home, I was needing more and, thankfully, my willing wife let me enjoy her pussy one more time before she had a shower and a much needed nap. I got to make love to her again that night, it was the first time I had cum four or more times in one day in many years!
Sometimes my Louise surprises me with how quickly she gets into something. It’s not always like that, far from it actually, especially when it has come our extra-marital fun and games. Last night though saw one of those times, she was a couple of margaritas in and texting on her phone. I could tell she was up to something but had no idea what. Was she talking to Tom perhaps? Maybe even Grant? Somebody else?
We went to bed soon after, she actually dragged me there, telling me she wanted to ride my dick. And ride it she did, whatever had happened had obviously got her all hot and bothered. I chose not to ask, I have come to learn that things are more fun when I let her control what she tells me.
She was on top of me, she came really quickly (the first time) then decided to let me know what she had been up to.
“I was texting with Tony earlier you know.”
Tony is her regular massage guy.
“We got a little bit dirty too.”
She was baiting me and I had no problem talking the bait. I asked her to tell me more. She went on with the dirty talk, telling me she told him she has been really horny for a few days and was looking forward to having his hands all over her and his dick in her mouth. It turns out the only part of it that was true is that she has been really horny the last few days, we have our little six out of ten game to thank for that, reliving some memories and looking forward to making news ones has certainly wound her up.
She showed me the real text exchange this morning. Whilst it might not be like she told it last night, it is incredibly hot, hotter than I had even imagined. I’m not copying it directly but it went something like this, after the first few intro and hello type messages.
L: I’m really looking forward to Wednesday gorgeous.
T: I’m glad to hear it, I hope I can make it a good session for you.
(Probably a hint that he’s hoping to fuck her this week).
L: I’m sure you will, is there any chance we can make it a double?
(Asking for a two hour appointment, instead of the hour she had booked)
T: Of course we can, you know I love your double appointments, you’ve got my hopes up now!
L: Have I just? Tell me, what are you hoping for?
T: Haha, I think you know. maybe a little bit of extra fun?
L: Oh no mister, you know me better than that. Tell me properly.
T: If only you see how embarrassed I am. And, honestly, how hard I’m getting.
T again: Ok, I can see your playing that game…
T again: I want to lick your pussy this week, make you cum with my tongue instead of my fingers.
L: Mmm, that sounds nice, can’t it be both?
T: Of course it can, always.
T: I meant to say all ways.
L: Yes, all ways. With your fingers, your tongue and your dick.
L again: Tony, I want to ask for something special this week, can my husband come along, to watch? Like we talked about.
T: Yes, of course he can. Do you mean not for the massage lesson, just to watch?
L: Yeah, just watch. Massage then more. I have some ideas to make it really fun for him and for us.
There was a couple more messages before they ended with her promising to call him tomorrow, to talk about her ideas. She knew she would show me the messages and didn’t want to give it all away.
I can’t believe how nervous I am, even after what I have had the privilege of being part of over the last year. Watching her get a massage was the subject of a dream that started my whole fantasy, for years it was my biggest desire and now it is about to happen. In a way, I am almost terrified about Wednesday, I have never even met this guy plus I don’t know what she has in mind. Terrified but so excited too, I can’t wait.
Well, to stay things have quietened down since June would be quite the understatement. Louise met up with Grant in early June, when he came back to our home city for a long weekend. She stayed the night with him on the Saturday and got home just after noon on the Sunday, she was a rather tired girl.
Then, a couple of weeks later, she slept with Tom for one last time, her first and easily closest FWB. They had chatted during the week and Tom told her that he was thinking of trying to get a bit more serious with another woman that he had started dating (Louise did know about her). I was away at work and he took her back to the hotel where they first slept together. She told me she cried a little in the morning too, nothing to surprise me as I have known she has felt quite close to Tom for a while now. There’s nothing to threaten me in their closeness by the way, they were good friends to begin with and grew a little closer since things became physical between them. It was actually harder for Tom apparently, he had gotten to the point where he was quite jealous of the time Louise spent with his mate Grant and even the massages she has been having. Anyway, time will tell if things work out with his new lady I guess, I’m pretty certain Lou would be quite than willing for their little relationship to kick back off if it doesn’t work out.
Now Grant is in a similar boat, just a few weeks ago he told Louise he was bringing someone with him next time he came back home. He actually said he’s not fully serious yet and wanted to still see Louise, but she won’t have it like that. It’s not that she expects guys to be exclusive of course but she doesn’t want to have anything to do with them playing around on someone they’re in a relationship with. She did say things were cooling off with Grant anyway, her night with him in June was still fun (and she did have some amazing orgasms) but there’s just not the same spark, or connection, she really needs to keep it going. Like the sex was really fun but now let’s move on kind of situation.
That same thing happened even quicker with my friend Steve. The messed around a few times and then just stopped, we’re both sure he was a bit weirded out by having sex with his mates wife and, again, the connection (other than being friends) wasn’t really there. It was probably just right to finish up as it was, which is not to say something might not happen at another time of course.
Although the visits have been much less frequent that they were for a while, her massage guy is still in the wings. She has just found it harder to get the time to treat herself of late, things have been really busy with her work and, ironically I guess, I have been away with work more often which actually makes it harder for her to find the time to have a little fun (just by me not being around to share the load of being a mother and housekeeper). But, I’m home now for a few weeks and she does have an appointment next week.
So, with all of that, the intense sexual excitement between the two of us has also waned, just a little bit. I got home from my latest work trip just a couple of days ago, and did get a very welcome blowjob in the spa by the way.
Louise raised the subject, while we were still in the spa, just after that blowjob. As she usually does, she started off by asking me how I was feeling about things, was I having any regrets over what we have been doing for the last year or so. Of course I haven’t, no regrets whatsoever and I told her, if anything, I was hoping things would pick up for her somehow, sometime soon. She had been thinking along similar lines and told me she had some ideas
First of all, she reminded me of the sexual bucket list I sent her a few years ago. She had deleted it, out of her usual fear of someone (our children) finding it in her emails and wanted to know if I still had a copy. She said it might be fun to see how many items we would tick off as done now and, also, went on to suggest something new to do with it. I have now been tasked with getting the list ready for our first day of the beach for this coming summer season (I’m really hoping for some warm weather very soon!). We do talk about sex a lot when we’re together at the beach, it’s our little thing I guess, and she wants us to do a couple of things with the list. First of all is to go through it and talk about all the things that have been done, have some fun recounting a few things. I have to tell her my top three moments from all of it too, and the three biggest turn ons. That is going to be hard but not as hard as finding the three things I liked the least.
Then she told me to pick a number between one and ten. I’m dumb as a post sometimes, I wish I had chosen ten, or even nine but I said six. Then she told me I have to pick the top ten things from my bucket list (I am allowed to add new ones if I think of them) and she will do her absolute best to do six (my chosen number) over the next six months. You know, I very nearly said three, I’m so glad I didn’t.
So, I have some work to do, especially with trying to be creative with picking my next top ten from the bucket list!
the first time
Where we live in the country, there are coffee stands on nearly every corner. In some counties, there are even coffee stands that offer a little something extra with your coffee. Im not sure why they’re called bikini baristas. Ive never seen a girl in a bikini. In fact, I’ve only ever seen them wear lingerie, electrical tape with a thong, or stripper outfits to be honest.
Keeping this in mind, I suggested to my husband during a particularly fun conversation that perhaps he should go down there, order a coffee, flirt a bit, and see how things go. Maybe after regular visits, he’d find a girl he hit it off with.
It was playful conversation one night during foreplay. Afterwards, I wanted to take a bit of the pressure off of him. After all, this was my fantasy, not his… I told him it wouldn’t matter if it actually happened. Making up a story to tell me about picking up one of the baristas and bringing her home to our bed to fuck her, would do just as well.
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A few days passed and then I got a text, “Can’t wait to tell you all about the barista tonight while I fuck you.” My knees weakened a bit as I reread the message over and over. Unconsciously, I bit my lip and reached down to touch the wetness that was forming between my legs.
I kinda hoped that he would wait awhile before making up the barista story, cause I wanted it to feel believable. Regardless, this was the first step in our cuckquean adventure and I was just excited he was playing along.
When he appeared at the front door that night, he was already wearing a sly smile. He opened the door and found me standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Brushing the hair off my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my neck. “When you finish up here, meet me in the room.”
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“Come here, I want to show you something,” he demanded. I crawled across the bed to where he was seated. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and lay back against the heat of his chest. Whatever it was we were about to look at, he wanted me front row, but with access to my body.
I leaned back against him as he scrolled through an Instagram page full of what I could now tell was bikini baristas. “Ooooh, which one did you pick to tell me about?” I asked.
The squares on the screen each featured a different girl in sexy clothes. Most were playing to the camera with their puckered lips and perky tits. “Which one would you want me to fuck?” he growled in my ear.
“Mmmm,” his breath against my neck made me weak. I scrolled through and looked at all of our options. Each one was pretty in her own rite. They were all around 10-15 years younger than me, and none looked like they’d had children. Everything about them was perfect and perky.
I found a petite brunette with a round ass and big natural tits. She also was dressed in the prettiest black lace lingerie, with a garter belt and thigh highs to match. I knew he’d like her. “I want you to bring her home, baby,” I said as I clicked the square, enlarging the original picture.
She was prettier than me, not by much, but by enough that I felt a pang of insecurity as he grazed his thumb over the picture. “I was hoping you’d like that one,” he whispered against my neck. “I took your advice, baby girl. I stopped by that coffee stand on my way to work yesterday.” His fingers skimmed along my thighs. I uncrossed my legs to allow him more access.
“I ordered a drink, but they were out of what I wanted, so I asked the barista to recommend a drink for me.” He went on to tell me about their flirtacious banter. “When I signed the receipt, I wrote my number on the bottom.” His fingers now lightly grazed my parted lips through the fabric. I was already a dripping mess. I leaned into him as he swirled his finger around my clit, barely touching me.
“She texted me yesterday. Nothing risque… at first, but we got to talking and I told her about your dirty little fantasy. I casually mentioned I was having a hard time meeting girls in the area who would be down with the situation and she didn’t believe me. She said I shouldn’t have any trouble at all finding girls to fuck.”
I whimpered as he pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. “We’ll look at that,” he cooed, “I haven’t even gotten to the good part and you’re already a mess.” His fingers circled over my clit while, with his other hand, he reached up under my shirt for a handful of my tits.
Teasing me with his fingers, he tells me how casual conversation turned into flirting last night. He says she sent him pictures and exits the instagram app. He opens his messages and suddenly I’m confused.
Wait, did this actually happen or is this fantasy?
He scrolls quickly through conversation so I can’t read it. My brain tries playing catch up. So, wait, this actually happened? He went down there to pick up a girl? My stomach is in knots. I feel light-headed and try to come to terms with what is happening. I wanted this… Right? He opens one of the pictures she sent, its a sexy shot of her in lingerie. Fuck, I think. She’s gorgeous… I’m feeling wildly insecure. Maybe I can’t do this.
He flips through a few more photos of her in lingerie before he stops and pulls his fingers away from my clit. His fingers are slick. My pussy is wet with envy. “There’s no denying it now, baby… I knew this turned you on, but I’ve never seen you soak through the bedsheet like that, ” he says pointing to the puddle in our bed.
I’m embarrassed. So many thoughts are going through my head, everything is chaos, the room starts to spin. He swipes to show me the last picture.
I audibly gasp when it comes into focus. “Look at that,” he says, zooming in on the center of the photo. She’s seated on a bed with her legs splayed open. Her right hand is holding the phone while her left hand spreads her pussy open. It’s fucking beautiful and pink and perfect. “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. I whimper again and he slides his fingers inside me.
I lean back into him and close my eyes.
“I could hardly keep up at work last night. Between texting her all night and two trips I had to make to the bathroom, I was behind the whole time. I got so hard looking at her pictures and talking about her being apart of your fucked up little fantasy, I had to jerk off. But the conversation kept going beyond that and before I knew it, I had to jerk off again. That’s never happened to me before. I don’t know that I’ve ever been that turned on.” His words sting, but the ache between my legs intensifies. My hips buck upward, my body betraying me and begging him to continue as the pressure builds.
“You like that, huh, baby?”
I nod my head.
“No, I want to hear you say it.”
My voice cracks. I’m so close now. “You should go back tomorrow. I want you to fuck her. You deserve to fuck her, baby.” I’m right on the edge.
“Remember when I picked up coffee for us this morning?” he asks, “…I fucked her first.”
An intense orgasm washes through my body. His fingers slow to a steady pace as we ride through my clenching muscle spasms. My breath slows to a normal pace before either of us speaks.
“That was everything I hoped it would be, babe,” I said as I rested against him, “Thank you.”
Holding my chin, he turns my face up towards his, “Show me your thankful,” he says, “get on your knees.” I do as I’m told and slide off the bed and get down. He turns to grab something from the bed. I wait patiently at his feet.
It’s his phone. He opens a video and starts to watch. There’s a lot of heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Then I hear his voice coming from the video, “Oh my God. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck.”
“Open your mouth,” he demands, looking down at me. I do as I’m told and I’m immediately rewarded. I can taste her on his dick. I’m overcome with envy and lust. My tongue explores the length of him as I lick her pussy off of my husband.
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Try something new at least once a year.
Make a bucket list of things you’ve never done and check things off at least once a year.
Explore together and stay excited
kinky wife
