Who Fucks Her Best?

Love this…

“Good morning!”

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She always does…

Love it!

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

Love the answer to this question (love this lady’s whole blog actually).

I can certainly relate to the response and its sentiment. Louise is also the jealous type, she made it very clear, long ago, that she could not handle me being with another woman. It is actually not something I fantasise about and, even if I did, I would never do it because I could not ever hurt her like that. She also had fears that I actually could not handle the reality of her being with another man, it is part of what kept her from doing it for a long time. She is a very sexual creature, she loves sex and, now, is enjoying the experiences she is having but she would never have done it if it threatened our marriage.

For my perspective, yes I truly do get jealous. Sometimes that thoughts I have, or the things I see her enjoying, rip my guts out. But, at the same time, they make my heart race with excitement (and my dick very hard) and they make me desire her even more than I thought would have been possible. That only scratches the surface by the way.

I know most guys don’t see it my way and I am comfortable with that. Well, maybe not to the point of totally “coming out” publicly about it, but comfortable in myself with it.

So, to back up @milfincognito and her response to this Anonymous, why do others think it is fair to judge another person, their situation, their fantasies and their feelings about their relationships?

You say you have no desire to see your husband with another women yet you want to be a Hotwife while he remains faithful. Why do women who want to be a Hotwife think it’s fair to have sex outside of marriage with other men and their husbands aren’t free to do the same with other women?

This question pisses me off a little. I don't claim to speak for all women or all hotwives. I can only tell you what I'm feeling. Someone asked how close I've been to living out the hotwife fantasy and I answered honestly. The closest I've come to being in a situation where it could have happened was a few times when we went to swinger clubs. In retrospect, that was a bad idea. The truth is I am the jealous type and do not want to share my husband. He says the idea of other men fucking me turns him on, and the idea obviously turns me on as well as evidenced by this blog. The reason I haven't pushed harder to live out the fantasy in real life is because I fear it could ruin our marriage. More specifically, I fear he will not be able to handle the reality of seeing another man penetrate me. The reality of seeing and hearing me having an orgasm on another man's cock. I know him well, and I think it would be too much for him to take, and he may never look at me the same way again. I'm actually trying to be considerate of his feelings and protect my marriage.

Granted, the comments are humorous. But I think she’s gorgeous. And real. Of all the things my wife does these days, she still won’t go out in public without a bra. She thinks most guys would think of things along the lines of these comments. I think she’s wrong, I reckon loads more of us love to see this.

When we started talking about the whole hotwife fantasy, one of our early “rules” was that she would send me photos if there was ever a time that I wasn’t there. The reality has been nothing like that, the guys she has been with aren’t really into it and, more importantly, who wants to interrupt the excitement and flow of what is happening to get a photo! She did send me one recently though, her new friend J suggested it and took one showing a bit more than this pic. I’ve gotta say it was a nice surprise, especially her little message that indicated they were getting ready for round two.

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.

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