It Was In The Morning, She Asked If I Could Come Pick Her Up. When I Got There, She Said I Had To Come

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!

We had a leaky roof and she said the guy who came around to have a look was very cute. On the day they came to do the actual repairs, she sent me a text similar to this and said I should keep an eye on our backyard security camera. This was quite a while ago now, she chickened out and got fully dressed before they came. I suspect she’d be a bit more bold these days, especially if I offered a bribe for the dare…

I can’t think of a single question I wouldn’t answer???

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

7. Give two guys just a blowjob only.

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

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

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

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

12. Answer the door bottomless.

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?