Decdoug - I Am Doug

Well I’ll be, somehow I never knew this, except for the QOS of course. I once half-jokingly asked my wife if she’d get a queen of spades or bbc tattoo (not that she’s actually earned one, not yet at least), she said no way. To the tattoo that is.

QOH and QOD have been well and truly earned though, I wonder what she’d think about them for a suggestion, a nice pair of red queens somewhere near her bikini line perhaps.

I just found out that Grant is in town this coming weekend, he sent L a rather dirty text message last night after she said she’d love to see him on Saturday afternoon. With him living interstate now, I thought things had somewhat fizzled out between them but, apparently, he can’t wait to bury his face in her pussy before he gives her a good hard fucking. She asked me if her reply was sexy enough.

“I can’t wait to feel your big dick inside me either. After I get to suck it for a while of course, mmm…”

That led me to a thought, one which I shared with her. I’m all caught up on the fun she had during my last trip away for work now. Well, mostly caught up, part of her tease for me is to not reveal everything at once. She tends to save things up for later, or hints at little things, it’s all part of the way she peaks my jealousy,and the rush that comes with it. Anyway, during May she fucked Tom, Steve, her masseur and me. She will be just one day off having all five of us in the same month.

Ha, I just realised that it still will be all of us within a fortnight. Crazy.

She has unrestricted permission, who will be next I wonder?

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?

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

Should I make a comeback? Will base my decision on number of people that reblog this post, and possibly the comments 😘.

I do and it’s been a while now…

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

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!