It Always Has, Even When I Suspected My Wife Was “cheating” On Me. It Still Does Today.

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?

Thinking back to about three weeks ago and I was on the verge of deleting this whole blog. It felt stupid, it felt wrong and I guess I figured I was just done talking about the fun things. I wrote a whiny post, but deleted that before it even went up. I suppose I’m glad I didn’t now. For one, it has become a bit of a record of the fun we’ve had, then it touched on something that has taken some working through and now, thankfully, I have several more things that I want to write.

I really want to tell the more real side of what happened with J, as I said my last post was a blend of my overactive imagination and what really happened. I am also dying to get down a little bit about something they (Louise and J) have talked about, something I still don’t really believe she will do. I am fast learning not to underestimate a couple of things though - her capacity to surprise me and her out of this world, exploding sex drive.

None of that relates to her earlier affair by the way, that’s another topic. There is probably just one more thing, on that topic, that I’ll touch on sometime.

But first, and what I’ll get on with here, is something we talked about last night. She had actually started the conversation about a week ago, when she said something like if I was truthful I would admit that I think the sluttier she is the better. Something like that. We weren’t exactly in looking ahead mode at that time, it was more of a “told you so” kind of thing to say. Last night was different.

She told me about the thing her and J had been discussing again, I asked her if she was seriously considering it. She didn’t exactly answer me, as is her way. Instead she used it to turn around the conversation, so that she could ask me some questions. We had already booked our little May getaway and we had already gone past the point where we had decided neither of us wanted things to stop. She started to ask me how far was too far, under the guise of “understanding my limits,” she said. I said there was some sick stuff that was definitely way past my interest limit, I made her laugh and then nearly made her gag with a couple of them, that part was fun.

I did say that I like to think I would try my hardest, my very hardest, to do anything she really wanted to do. After all, she has been living out my wildest fantasies, I feel a bit of payback would be warranted. I guess she was really trying to understand a few things though, she did want to explore limits.

“Ok, would you suck Tom’s dick if I asked you to?”

I said I’d prefer not to and, besides, I know full well he wouldn’t have me within a foot of it. Maybe even further.

“Right, what about Grant’s? Or someone else’s?”

If I had to strap on a lie detector and state my choice, then I would choose to suck a dick before I let one anywhere near my arse. So that’s what I told her.

“That’s a yes then,” she said.

“Ok, if your life depended on it then yes, it’d be a yes. But I’d still rather you put a drawing pin in my nipple.”

I figured she’d laugh at that, but she just looked more thoughtful. It was almost scary.

“What about a strap on, me doing you with one that is?”

I sighed, deliberately and loudly. “Sure, as long as it was a small one.”

“Ok then,” she said, exaggerating the look of taking mental notes on that one. I am confident she won’t do it by the way. I’ll keep telling myself that too.

She got a bit serious for a few minutes then. She asked me about another woman, if I wanted to be with one. For the umpteenth time I said no.

“Not even for a bit of revenge?” she asked. “I would hate it but I will let you if you want to.”

It’s not what I want. I reiterated my usual stance, I don’t want that. I did add, as I have done from time to time, unless it was a threesome with you and another woman and you wanted it.

“Not happening.”

I already knew that.

She went a bit quiet for a while, obviously thinking of the hurt stuff. I figured patience and quiet was my best option at that stage.

“I’m sorry babe,” she said after a short while. “I had more.”

She got my best impression of a sexy, reassuring smile in return.

She asked me if i remembered the afternoon in the pool, the day with Tom, Grant and I. I assured that yes, I totally and absolutely remember it.

“Does three guys count as a gang bang?”

My phone was handy, I actually searched for “how many giys needed for a gamg bang.” Thankfully, google figured out what I meant. I was able to inform her that Quora, Reddit and even Wikipedia seemed to agree that three or more guys, with one woman, would indeed be deemed a gang bang.

“Ha,” she said, “so I’ve had a gang bang.”

“And you’ve been in one too,” she added a few seconds later.

She was thinking about something, I was very fucking intrigued. I waited.

“Different question then… umm (she was hesitant)… how many guys would you think are too many… you know, to gang bang me?”

“Twenty five,” I said, without the slightest bit of hesitation. You should have seen how wide her eyes went.

“Really… twenty fucking five. Twenty fucking five would be too many.”

“Yeah, I think so babe, well and truly.”

The penny dropped.

“Righto, smarty pants. How many is one too many then?”

I couldn’t think of any trick ways to answer the question when it was put that way. So I told her my truth, I said I don’t really know. I said more than three is clearly fine, “hot as fuck” I added.

“Any number where they stand around, go for a beer or a sleep, come back for seconds feels like too many.”

I actually didn’t want to say, I really wanted to hear where she was going with this, what her limits would look like. I desperately didn’t want to ruin the chances of hearing her real number by saying something lower. I stalled, I ummed and I avoided answering.

“How about ten then, is that too many?”

The look on her face suggested she was hoping I’d say it was, at least that was how I read it.

“Fuck babe, it does feel like a lot to me, when I think about it. If you really wanted to go that far we could talk about it I guess.” It does actually feel a bit too far out there but I didn’t want to slam the door shut.

“Eight?”

“Eight, ten, what’s the difference?” I asked.

“Good,” she said. Clearly I had said something right there. Not all that intentionally I might add.

Haha, she hasn’t read these posts for a long time by the way. I just send her the really hot memes and screen shots of other sexy stuff.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, I figured I’d treaded water enough by then.

“Yeah, something like that too. Four or maybe even five might be fun.”

“Six?” I asked. I suddenly wanted to know if there was actually a hard limit on this thing. I believed I had also figured out where this was coming from. Finally, it should have been obvious actually, it was from her conversations with J.

“Possibly… if they were all sexy… and they’d have to be gentle.”

She meant so she wouldn’t get too sore, at first I wasn’t certain that was it, so I checked. Sorry, guy thing, just making sure I understood.

This is getting long now, but it has been fun to write. She didn’t ask me any more questions, we kinda lost track of that part of our conversation. We did, however, get back onto the being slutty part of the conversation, once she established that a gang bang with, say, three or four guys (she toned it down a little), unfortunately none of whom would be me, would not be considered too slutty by me.

To wrap this up, it all led to her telling me that she liked my little lists. First she said she is absolutely going to do everything left on that list, I haven’t said anything but I am dying to know if she even remembers that list includes an FFM threesome. Surely she has forgotten.

Anyway, she said she will do the rest of the list and will add things to get it back to a total of ten. Wow. She actually has six to go, but I feel like I want to say a couple more have been done, just to see what she would add to the list herself. I asked her how she felt about me doing a new list as well, she could tell I was thinking of almost evil things for her to do. She is very fearful of being arrested you know!

So, now I wait. If I know my Louise, this list will take a long time to write. I actually shouldn’t even get my hopes up, it may not ever even happen. Fingers crossed.

It was in the morning, she asked if I could come pick her up. When I got there, she said I had to come in for a coffee. It was the start of something amazing.

The best text messages I've ever received from her, for real :

1. I'll finally stay at his place for the night, don't wait for me, go to sleep

2. I would like to go to this party, but without you

3. His cock was longer. Thicker too

4. When I wanted to leave he became hard again, so we did it one more time

5. I gave him a blowjob and he liked it very much so I let him cum in my mouth

Tell me if you like it, tell me if you want more, tell me what kind of text you like to get from her in the comments

On New Year’s Eve, my wife told me her resolution is to have the sluttiest year ever. She is going to make up for lost time and is loving the bonus of having the most attentive and horny husband ever. Well, we’re only one month in and she is certainly living up to the resolution, amazingly so. I have several stories that I want to tell already but I had already decided to get to it and write up our backlog of amazing events.

So, I guess this is Part 2 of my story, it happened in September 2023, it was when my biggest fantasy became reality. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to use their real names here, I can’t imagine they’ll ever read it or that anyone would recognise them but, still, I can’t. So, the names are fictional, except for the occasional first initial that is. L is my wife. T is the guy she gave the blowjob to, and went to the concert with. G is his friend, the one who joined them for the threesome (all described in my first blog story somewhere below).

It all started with me dropping my wife off, for drinks and dinner with her friend, at 5:30 one Saturday evening. There was supposed to be three of them but one of the girls had a bad headache all day and didn’t go. So, it was just the two of them. Then, just after 8:30pm, I got a call from L’s phone, except it wasn’t her on the other end, it was her friend. I absolutely shit myself at first, thinking something was wrong but then the friend, quite drunk, told me she just wanted to tell me that I knew she had always loved me (as her friend’s husband, she always gets sloppy like that), but now she thinks I am “the coolest fucking husband ever.” Yeah, uh oh, she knows something I thought. Short version, G texted my wife while they were eating dinner, she needs to change her message banners as her friend saw that it started with “Hey sexy.” From there I guess she made L tell her everything and also, as I found out later, “made” her reply to the text. I can just imagine the pair of them doing it too, wicked to the core.

In the call to me she told me that L wants to go around and fuck her new boyfriend and that they want to do it rough. L took the phone then, told me she didn’t and that her friend was drunk and exaggerating. My wife can handle a few drinks but she didn’t sound all that much less wasted than her friend by the way. She told me everything was great, they’d been having fun and she would catch a cab in about an hour. I told her no way, I’d come and pick them both up about then, in an hour’s time.

It was about a 30 minute drive to where they were, and then another 15 minute sideways detour to the friend’s house. She was funny, she promised at least ten times not to tell anyone, not even her husband and spent the rest of the time telling me how I should take my wife straight over to G’s house to get her ass slapped. That is something my wife does really like, a smack on the ass. Then she got L to show me a photo, one he had sent during the night. I only got a fairly quick look, enough to see it was a guy (it was actually the first time I had seen what he looks like) with a whip in his hand. There was a girl on hands and knees on a bed, with his dick in her mouth. L had told me he is well endowed but I realised then that his dick is bigger than I’d even guessed.

We dropped the friend off, I walked her to the door, said goodnight to her and her hubby and left. My wife told me a bit more about the texts, how her friend had egged her on a bit. I didn’t get to actually see them until the next day, but she said he had asked her to drop by, after she was finished with drinks. After a few more texts L said she “couldn’t”, she wanted it rough and didn’t want to hurt him. Haha. It went back and forth a bit and then he sent the picture. I started to tease her, about taking her around there, hoping she’d say yes of course. She said no at first, she was really horny and wanted to get me home to suck my dick and fuck me. It wasn’t hard to get her to own up that it wasn’t me that got her that way, then I got her to text him, see if he was still up. She didn’t say anything much for a few minutes, then just told me an address, if I really meant it.

Wow, did I get an attack of the butterflies, I was so nervous, thinking we would both be going in at first. I said something about it and she said she’d just text him, she was sure it was ok but they had just been talking about her. I stopped her, from texting him, I told her I wasn’t ready for that yet. In truth, I really wanted it but it was also true, I wasn’t ready for it like that. For a start, I’d felt I’d want to get hold of some blue pills, make sure my nerves didn’t get the better of me, haha!

In the end, it turned out for the best, just perfect in fact.

So, I dropped her off at just after 10:15. I got a big kiss before she got out of the car, I had my hand up her dress and she was right, she was very horny. Very wet too. She waved to me at the door, as I was backing out of his driveway. I decided not to wait to see if I’d get a glimpse of him as he let her in.

I reckon I got 100m down the road when a thought occurred to me. My early hotwife fantasies were strongly centred around two main events, my wife getting fucked by a masseur and her sneaking off to fuck someone at a party, I’d notice and watch her through a window. I wondered if I could sneak back to his house and find that window, to watch them through.

I didn’t though, I totally chickened out, I didn’t even turn the car off truth be told.

Ha, I did, however, tell L about my thoughts the next day. She has since made sure I got my wish, albeit without the sense of her not knowing I was doing it. That’s part of a story for another day.

So, I just drove home and went to bed. I laid there, I jerked off and laid there some more. Then I got up and paced around the house, I laid there and I paced some more. She sent me a text just after midnight asking if everything was ok. I was so tempted to keep messaging her, asking her what was happening and so on, but I managed to leave her be. I watched tv, I lost the battle to not jerk off a second time, I pretty much did everything but sleep.

Eventually the sun came up. I waited another hour or so before sending her a message, to tell her I would pick her up when she was ready. Take your time I said, not really meaning it. She answered me almost another hour later, to say come on over and that I had to come in for coffee. That got my heart pounding even harder than it already had been.

When I got there they both came out together, my wife was just wearing a t-shirt of his. I could see she didn’t have her bra on and soon found out that she had nothing on underneath it. She told me they had both decided that I had to meet and get to know him. It was so hot, right from the start. We barely got inside his house and she lifted up the t-shirt. He slapped her on the ass, pretty firmly too, enough to leave a bit of a red hand mark. She moaned and said “love it,” then told me they had decided they would do that for me. A while ago L and I joked about her needing to see some sort of bondage master and I wondered if I could actually handle seeing someone hit her. It was so fucking hot, at least that slap on the bum was. I’m still not sure about anything else though, maybe one day I’ll find out.

We sat out the back of his place, on his outdoor couches, for the coffee. L sat next to me at first, kinda cross legged with one knee resting on me, pussy fully on display for both of us. That was enough to make me hard by the way. After the coffee she said she had an idea and she moved to sit next to him. She pulled his cock out and starting licking it, looking at me, perfectly like I’ve always dreamed. Yes, his cock is indeed big. She started sucking him, getting into the blowjob, just looking at me every now and then. Then she asked him if we could go inside. We went to his bedroom, she got him to lay down and went back to sucking him while I fucked her from behind. I did a good job too, I think I lasted all of a couple of minutes (if that), haha, I remember wondering if I’d ever stop cumming like a teenager again! After I came, she got on top of him and I sat on the bed, watching her ride him. I got to watch closely as she reached her orgasm, courtesy of another guy’s cock, then I watched his dick just as closely, twitching as he came inside her.

He and I chatted a little while she cleaned up, she wore his t-shirt home and nothing else. While she was in the shower (at home), I wrote and sent a message to a tumblr friend, with my hands shaking so much it was hard to type. Yes, reliving the morning’s events also had my heart pounding out of my chest, sending plenty of blood flow back to you know where too.

She got out of the shower and came to me in her towel, teasing me about my hard on, wondering if I needed another round. I told her I was surprised she wasn’t sore, and asked if he didn’t fuck her well enough? She said “babe, the amount of fucking I’ve been doing lately, it’s all good.” I assumed then that meant he might have, it was certainly confirmed later.

It felt like it was the best day ever, it was just incredible, the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done. Until the first blowjob with T, I guess I’d had serious doubts about whether I’d truly enjoy the experience, if she ever was with another guy. After that, then the night with him, followed by their threesome, my doubts had faded to smaller ones, just about how I’d feel if I actually saw the love of my life with another cock. Yes, I absolutely felt jealousy, my word I did. It was very strong too, it made my guts churn and, literally, my palms sweat bucket loads. But it was an exquisite jealousy, strong emotions that are hard to describe, ones that made my heart pound and my cock as hard as a rock. It is a jealousy that I crave now, one that I suppose I am totally addicted to.

I have had no doubts whatsoever since that morning, I still feel the exquisite pangs of jealousy but she is always so sexy when she has been with another guy. She always is but those moments are so hot and I love every second of them.

I do and it’s been a while now…

We have just had a very interesting weekend, one I guess that I’m still trying to fully figure out. I certainly got confirmation that Louise being with Tom was a major contributor to when our sex life last went through the roof (just over twelve months ago). I’m sure the other stuff, with Grant and her massage guy Tony, all play a part but it is clearly Tom that really sends her over the top.

I think she may well have broken her record for most orgasms over the last few days.

I wrote earlier how they talked, then hooked up last Thursday night. Well, she saw him each day after that too. She spent a few hours with him on Friday night, then again on Saturday night and, finally, went to his place at lunch time yesterday (Sunday). I would say I’m not even close to knowing all the details, nor do I need to, but they had a lot of sex. Louise and I had a lot of sex too, the word insatiable clearly applies to how she has been the last few days. We made love Friday morning, we fucked hard and wild after she got home Friday night. We had a quickie bang Saturday afternoon, she rode me Saturday night and gave me a blow job yesterday morning.

I do always enjoy sex with Louise but, I gotta admit, I was nearly too worn out to go against last night. I did say nearly.

Whilst the sex was awesome, for me, I think the best part was our talk, starting yesterday morning and finishing in the afternoon. Haha, maybe I would not have been able to go that round last night without it.

I reckon Louise told me she loves me a hundred times over the weekend. She was very clingy, very touchy and just wanted to be close. Each night, in bed, I’d wake up finding I was right on the edge of the mattress, with her back pressured hard against me, or with her arm, or leg, draped across me.

So, our really good, honest talk started yesterday morning, over breakfast. With the absolutely not subtle change in her, I asked her to tell me if she is in love with Tom. It’s not that I felt or feel threatened, I was just trying to understand how he causes such a change in her.

She said no, she’s not. Then she said well, yes, in a way. She was thinking and trying to explain it to herself, let alone to me. In the end, after a lot of talking about it, she… actually it’s we… we think she does love him, in some way at least. She said she is not mad crazy in love with him, like she is with me, but she certainly feels more than just a friendship kind of bond with him. She likes what goes in his head, they tease each other mentally as well as physically and she said that really reinforces the connection she feels to him.

But, there’s something very strong from a physical sense as well, something that surprised her at first.

Louise has always said that I am “her type.” I have always struggled to get it, completely at least. For me, I like all different kinds of women. Tall and lean, pocket rockets, blondes, brunettes, all different sorts of women can appeal to me. I guess if I absolutely had to choose, I would go for a blonde, with good size boobs and a bit of arse. I’m sure that is influenced by Louise, she is like that after all but the main point here is that I find all sorts of women fucking sexy. Louise though, she’ll turn her nose up at a slim ripped guy with abs all over him but will go for a guy with big arms, a beard, hairy chest and a bit of dad bod. That’s the kind of sexy she has always said she likes. Tattoos too, she likes a few tatts. In fact, the biker type is a good description for a guy that will catch her eye.

Then there’s Tom. I must say I haven’t paid his physical appearance all that much attention, but I do know he has always been fit looking. He has always done a lot of swimming, and other exercise, so he is in good shape. He is always clean shaven and doesn’t have any hair on his chest (or his back, LOL). I would have said he has skinny arms, skinny legs too and just didn’t ever really see how he’d appeal to her.

So, I asked about it and Louise gave me her real take on his physical appearance. I didn’t write notes but my recollection is that it was something like this.

I was wrong, apparently. He is lean but he has big, muscly upper arms, chest and shoulders. Makes sense given his swimming I suppose. He also has a muscly back and, yes, a good six pack. She was hesitant at first, not sure what I wanted to hear. But then she described how she likes to rub his shoulders and arms, either when they’re lying together or when she is on top of him. Similarly, when he is on top of her (missionary) she likes to have her hands on his arms, she said she really gets off on feeling his arms while he is looking into her eyes.

Apparently he wasn’t like it on Thursday, but she likes how he keeps himself well groomed down below, manscaped. Again, it wasn’t something I noticed but she said he usually keeps any hair there right down to a minimum, with just a bit of short stuff above his dick as the norm.

She got turned on telling me all of that. I got to feel just how turned on too, it was my suggestion that she call him to see if he was free for lunch. It wasn’t his weekend with his kids so he was indeed, and he was keen to see her again. Before she left, I asked her to try to take note of one thing, something about him or some interaction between them, something that turns her on and something that is different to anything with me. I didn’t really know what I was after, other than just trying to understand something, I guess, a little bit deeper.

I’ll write about it next but, when she got home, she told me knew on the way over what it would be. I would never have guessed, it literally would have been at the bottom of my list but, apparently, our shy Tom gets quite vocal in the heat of the moment. Very vocal sometimes.

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.