Definitely….

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.

I have admitted it, I totally do/

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.

Now it’s more to confirm I still love it, she knows she doesn’t need my “permission.”

Due to work requirements, I spent this Christmas away from my family, it happens sometimes. My wife planned and delivered a really nice Christmas surprise for me, via our phone call on Christmas night, after I finished work for the day. It was all based on a “dirty little secret,” one that she had saved especially for my away-from-home Christmas present.

A while ago in this blog, I wrote my first little story about the first time she had sex with another guy, a friend of hers. Since then, she has been fucking him, and one of his friends, rather frequently. That’s a story all in itself. My little Christmas surprise starts not long before that happened, several months ago, around the time my wife apologised and said she couldn’t do it (the hotwife thing). Somewhere around then, she had also asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I remember laughing and giving her an eyebrow raised look before telling her I’d love another dirty little secret. That relates to something we mess around with, she did have a rather naughty tantric massage a few years ago, they didn’t have actual sex but she had four or five orgasms and did play with the massage guy’s “very big dick,” as she described it. She has also done quite a few of the old “hotwife dares,” wearing some very sexy bikinis when we go away and some fairly see through dresses with nothing underneath. Once she gave a car breakdown guy a really good look at, let’s say, just about everything she has. Several good looks actually. We call those things our dirty little secrets and she knows I crave more of them.

When she gave me the apology, she did qualify it with a comment about future massages. When we talked about it more, she said she would be up for another experience like the one she had and, after a bit of teasing between us, even said she might like him to cum on her (I had sent her a pic like that and said something about the masseur even gets a happy ending sometimes). It was only a handful of weeks later when she gave the guy the blowjob, something that I thought was the actual start of an amazing adventure for us.

The guy she had that first amazing massage experience lives in a totally different state to us, it was something we did during a holiday, actually we built the holiday around the massage booking. So, I set about trying to find a guy who does it closer to home. Apart from all sorts of guys I would not trust, on free personals and the like, it is something that isn’t easy to find. But, after quite a bit of searching I found a guy who is actually only about a fifteen minute drive from where we live. I spoke to him one day then told her all about him, they spoke and she made an appointment. I remember the day of the appointment, I was so excited that morning, like the proverbial cat on a hot tin roof. I have to admit though, the outcome wasn’t as awesome as I’d hoped for. She said she just didn’t find him sexually attractive, but he was a nice guy and she had a really nice massage. He stayed fully clothed and there was nothing sexual about it really, except that she was fully naked, his hands were very much all over her and she’d been pulled and stretched into quite a few revealing positions too. They did talk about sensual and tantric options and she told me that, maybe, one day she’d go back and try something on the sensual side.

I did say, in my last story, that I like her to have some control. After she started fucking her friend, I even told her the thought of her having some secrets, something to reveal later, was a thought that turned me on. Oh yeah, getting deliberately “caught” was something we talked about as a fun thing too, not necessarily caught in the act, more like caught out having an “affair.” It’s great material for our bedroom dirty talk.

So, my Christmas present was something along those lines, a dirty little secret she saved to tell me as my present, knowing I’d be away. In a nutshell, she has been back to see her nearby masseur an amazing nine times now, she even pointed me to the bank transactions to show how she confirmed the count. She sees him every week when I’m away now, and those visits are on top of how much she has been fucking the other two guys. Because of that, the two guys, I just didn’t give the massages a second thought, nor did I consider she’d be getting a little more pleasure on the side. After the intro, telling me about it from a revelation perspective, she let me in on some of the details.

Her second visit added a bit of “sensual” to the full body massage, he rubbed her clit and gave her a “nice orgasm.” That happened a couple of times and then, during the fourth visit she thinks, he got her off twice, once at the start, once at the finish. From there, it progressed to the full tantric experience, she pointed out how the fifth session cost twice as much, as they all have since. She now has two hour sessions and gets several really good orgasms. The guy gets naked too now, and she grabs and pull his cock a fair bit, especially when he is making her cum. She said it just feels a natural thing to do, haha. He still gets her off by rubbing her clit but also does all sorts of fingering and rubbing of her pussy and arse to get her off. He gets in the shower with her too now, after the massage, and helps to rinse off a lot of the oils and lotions he uses on her. She reckons he has a hard-on the whole time and she knows he would fuck her if she gave him half a hint.

I did ask if she still found him unattractive, from a sexual perspective and she said no. It was never that, she said she didn’t mean he was totally unattractive, more that she wasn’t actually sexually attracted to him. But it’s become a bit different now, she has gotten to know and like him. They talk a lot about things to do with her health and well being and, especially, her sexual feelings and activity. He knows all about all of the sex she is having and how great it has gotten. That includes with me as well as her two “friends.”

He is claiming a bit of the credit for some of that too, for how good the sex is, telling her it’s part of the tantric experience and her sexual growth. She agrees and I must say it makes sense to me too, our sex life is not only on the up from a frequency and dirtiness perspective, it is getting wilder all the time. She is pretty much fucking my brains out most of the time, and she cums hard and multiple times before I get off. Let alone the dirty talk and no limits stuff we have going on!

I now think our adventure started with him, my wife agrees, saying that the blow job may not have happened without the first massage. Being naked, legs wide open at times, with another guy’s hands on her was quite liberating. As she said on the phone, the first massage guy seemed surreal in a way, the second time made her feel really sexy. Actually, even though that first massage, with this guy, wasn’t actually sexual, I just now remember how she was very wet when she got home that day, and I remember what we got up to straight away too!

Time to wrap this up I guess. She said she thinks she might suck her masseur’s dick next time, maybe even fuck him then. She will see how it goes, if she doesn’t let him inside next time, so to speak, then she thinks she will sometime soon. Even if it’s just to give him a little extra tip for all his good work!

Oh yeah, they’ve talked about how husbands get involved sometimes, he does teach his tantric stuff and, occasionally, his clients even bring their husband along just to sit and watch. Apparently, there’s one regular guy who sits in the corner with a box of tissues, every time and for the whole two hours.

She said she thinks a four hands massage might be extra nice and I said I’d also love to just be a horny observer sometime. It all sounds like fun.

That’s it, another “dirty little secret,” wrapped up and delivered in a Christmas phone call.

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.

………

She always does…

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!

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.