Talking Part 3.

Things took an interesting turn for us last night. It was just before 7pm, I was sitting out the back having a beer, chatting with our kids (well, young adult offspring). Louise came out and said she had decided she was going to go to the shops, she wanted to go and get a bit of Christmas shopping. She gave me a funny look, which I totally misinterpreted. It was meant to tell me she wasn’t really going shopping, I took it to mean “don’t ask,” as in she was probably going to get something for me.

I started to think it was a little bit strange when she wasn’t home by 9:00pm and, when it got to nearly 10pm, I started to get quite worried. So, I did what we always do in and checked her whereabouts via find my phone. I was surprised to see she was at Tom’s house.

I guess I was still in dumb arse mode. I figured she must have bumped into him at the shops, I wondered if she had gone to his house for a drink, or a coffee, thinking it was probably to meet his girlfriend. Either way, I could relax, I knew she was somewhere safe and I soon fell asleep.

Yeah, obviously I was wrong about why she was there and I was surprised to see it was after midnight when she got home. Being the typical Louise, she had a question she had to ask first.

She needed to know when the kids went to bed and if they knew she was late.

I reassured her that they were in their bedrooms, not necessarily asleep, well before they’d have realised anything was up. It was highly unlikely they’d notice she wasn’t home, even if they’d come out of their rooms for some reason.

Apparently, Tom had sent her a message, asking how she was. She told him great and he said he’d been better when answering her reply question. It seems his girlfriend wasn’t as ready for something serious as he was and had told him she wanted to cool things off a little. She even went on a date with someone else last weekend.

It’s not like he’s heartbroken or anything, just a little bummed out and was feeling a bit lonely. So, Louise had called him, they chatted a bit and she told him she wished she could cheer him up by coming around and sucking his dick. Funnily enough, he accepted the offer. I could tell by the hot wetness between her legs that she’d ended up doing a lot more than just sucking his dick too.

She did do that by the way, sucked his dick, but they also fucked twice. She was tired and ready to sleep by the time she’d told me enough to get an overview of what happened. She asked me if I was mad, which of course I wasn’t, and confirmed it for herself by feeling for and the squeezing my hard on. She told me I should rub her arse and jerk off on her back, I knew she was too tired for anything else and, besides, it sounded like a fine idea to me.

She was still in bed when I wrote most of this. We did have breakfast together and she confirmed what I had been wondering all morning. Yeah, their friends with benefits thing is back on, for a while at least. Tom will probably find someone to start dating sometime soon, he does want something serious but he also told her he had come to realise he missed what they had going. Especially the hot sex they had one on one.

That’s it I guess, for now at least. I’m filled with a lot of thoughts this morning, and emotions I guess. There’s intrigue for starters, I wonder what is going to happen. There’s anticipation, I think our own sex life was at it’s most explosive around the times she fucked Tom alone. The strongest of all is that intense, exquisite, exciting, hard on inducing jealousy. It’s had my blood flowing southwards all morning and, no doubt, it will continue to do so at least until I get some alone time with Lou later today or tonight.

She took a mirror selfie of her new bikini and sent it me. She later showed me the message she sent to Tom, of the same selfie. I had to admit his replies were better than mine. This happened several years ago, I had no idea they were already doing much more than a bit of flirting and sexy texting.

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

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

She’s just messing with me right?

Definitely, and my wife is starting to really love them. She has had three already this year, none of them with me involved. All with one of her special friends and three different friends of his. Amazing.

Hmm. My wife has done three, but one of them was mine. Amateur. LOL.

Yes…did this already… 💦💦💦🚀🥂

My wife me asked me how the game works, the girls she works with were talking about playing it on a night out they were planning. Could have been messy…

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.

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