Short Stories

This is an interesting post. I firmly believe in an “each to his own” type of situation and understand that some husbands and “bulls” want it this way. For us though, it would be highly unlikely that these kinds of guys would even get close to the bedroom with Louise. Still, I feel like offering a different perspective to a few of these comments, the husband’s perspective, according to me.

1. I like fucking a married woman if her husband has no idea etc. If it was us, you might think I have no idea but rest assured it would all be part of our fun. We have no intention of ever mistreating or misleading any guy but if, for some reason, you ever got there you would not be the one in control.

2. I like watching the faces of husbands etc. I imagine this would be valid in any kind of dynamic. I can well imagine how my face looks and, especially, how it looked the first time I saw. Some kind of mix of elation, anguish, excitement and maybe even a bit of confusion perhaps.

3. Irrelevant.

4. Unlikely that you’d be the one doing the seducing. If, by chance, you were Louise would still be the one in control.

5. I enjoy coming all over a married woman etc. Being cum all over is something Louise enjoys so yes, you would get to enjoy it. There would be no turf marked though, any “ownership” washes away as simply as the cum does.

6. I love keeping a married woman out overnight etc. Yes, you are right, I would quite possibly be awake all night wondering too. If you were a good guy and did it respectfully you might get to enjoy such a treat.

7. I love fucking a wife in front of her husband etc. Your comments regarding your appreciation of her would be welcome if said in the right way. Do it with humiliation as the intent and you would be on your way home in a flash.

8. I like the first time a married woman sees my cock etc. Fair enough, I too would like the lucky guy to have something bigger, better or different about him. Something that gives Louise a different kind of pleasure is always welcome.

9. I like cumming on a married woman’s face etc. It might be something that a guy might get to do, if he’s lucky enough then he should enjoy the experience. Like number 5, it would be because Lou wanted it and, also, it washes away and means nothing more than some dirty fun for all.

10 to 13. All irrelevant, the guy has no power, she gets plenty at home, you will never get near our bed (Louise’s rule, not mine) and you might think of her as those things but she is neither, nor will you get another chance if that is how you treat her.

14. I like walking into a hotel etc. It might happen if you became a regular partner for her, which would only happen if you respect us both and appreciate what you are blessed to enjoy. All of which means your little power buzz from taking a married woman to a hotel room is irrelevant.

15 to 18. All irrelevant. We might thank you for joining us, or for having us at your house. I might get you a beer after sex, as an equal. She will never be yours to give to anyone but, if you’re awesome, you might suggest a friend of yours joins you or us for some extra fun. Her pussy will never be yours. Her heart belongs to me, her pussy is hers and even I appreciate it as such.

16. I love when a wife tell me fantasies or experiences etc. Highly unlikely she will tell you experiences that I don’t know about, even if there are any. Interestingly, the fantasy thing is close to a current reality. Louise is talking about a fantasy with a new guy, someone she might see when we return from our vacation. With him she is exploring (by messages) some BDSM related things that she is finding a turn on. As yet I don’t know many specifics and that is just fine by me (it is tantalising, intriguing and the cause of some highly arousing jealousy too).

17. When a married woman wants to do things with me that she doesn’t do with her husband etc. This is fine by me, doing something she hasn’t done with me is actually a fantasy of mine, one that she knows about. There is not a lot left to choose from but the BDSM thing should open up an option or two.

18, 19. I like to call a husband etc. You may call me on speaker, sounds like fun. But you won’t be owning anything. It would be far more likely for Louise to call me to pick her up in the morning, if you ever got so lucky as to have her stay the night.

20. The drug store to buy condoms. It simply wouldn’t happen.

21. I like cumming n a wife’s pussy etc. I would hope you would like it, if you ever were to blessed with such an opportunity.

22. I like getting a wife to tell her husband how much bigger etc. Yeah, she might tell me that I guess but it is very unlikely she would do so just because the other guy wanted her to.

23 to 25. Irrelevant, they just would not happen.

26. I like having a married woman tell me I’m the best fuck etc. Wow, you must be good to get such a compliment and, if you were that good, I would be ecstatic for Louise. Who knows, in the moment and if you really were that good, she might tell you that but the reality is that she would be more likely to tell me in private how good you really were.

27. I like to make a husband stand guard etc. Neither Louise or I would enable you to “make” me do anything. Standing guard while you get lucky somewhere public - yeah, I could see it happening, it is definitely a turn on for Louise and I would be doing it for her not because you “made” me.

28. I get off making a husband jealous while I fuck his wife. Good for you, I would definitely be jealous, especially during your first time.

29. I enjoy feeling up a wife in a public place etc. So you should enjoy it, it hasn’t happened for us so far but it wouldn’t be out of the question I guess.

30, 31. Irrelevant, neither would happen. She wouldn’t allow you to introduce you as her girlfriend. Me catching you implies I wouldn’t know, that would only happen if it was part of Louise’s game and, then, me catching you at it would be what she intended.

32. It’s fun having a married woman tell her husband she can’t do without me. This one actually relates to my fear with the whole hotwife thing. Louise totally assures me it could never happen but what if she did truly fall in love with someone? Maybe the risk of it is something that adds to my jealousy and the thrill of it all?

33. Getting off fucking her ass in front of me. Again, so you should if you get so lucky. This is something that has happened a couple of times now and it is excruciatingly arousing. Especially the way she looked at me the first time, right in the eye with the dirtiest, aren’t I bad look on her face.

34. I like showing up unannounced etc. I just can’t see it happening but, if it did, it would be because Louise set it up to look that way to me.

35, 36. Both are probably irrelevant. Like the one earlier, if you think I don’t know, or if I genuinely don’t, then that is all because it is how Louise wants it, part of her game and there is no risk regarding getting caught. Haha, other than a risk that I might “punish” her in some way later. The club one, unlikely but if it did happen like that so what.

37. Hmm, Louise has one friend who knows pretty much everything. I have one who knows a bit (my mate who happened to get lucky with Louise a couple of times). Very recently, as written about, we have shared some things with our neighbours - well, Louise shared a few details at least. I totally love our dirty little secrets and have enjoyed the fact that a select few know a bit about some of them at least.

Things “Bulls” Like

I recently read a post about the collected thoughts of “Bulls.”  A Bull is the “other man” in a hotwife / cuckold relationship.  I got so aroused reading this.  I’ve selected some of the hottest ones.  I’ve also added a few that I’ve heard myself.

I like fucking a married woman if her husband has no idea. It’s great knowing I can convince her to cheat.  

I like watching the faces of husbands as they deal with the emotions of watching their wife get fucked by another man.  

I get off rubbing in a husband’s face how slutty his wife is with me.  

I love seducing a married woman and making her husband a cuckold for the first time ever.  

I enjoy cumming all over a married woman.  It’s like I’m marking my turf.  

I love keeping a married woman out overnight or taking her home with me.  I know her husband is sitting awake, wondering what she’s doing.

I like fucking a wife in front of her husband and telling him what a good piece of ass she is, or how good her pussy feels.

I like the first time a married woman sees my cock and tells me that I’m bigger than her husband.

I like cumming on a married womans face knowing she has to clean up before she goes home, and cumming in her mouth knowing it will mean I’m always a part of her.  

I enjoy seeing her wedding ring while I’m fucking her. It’s a power trip fucking someone else’s woman.

I love hearing a married woman beg me to fuck her, because I know she doesn’t get it at home.

I love fucking a wife in their marriage bed.  

I love claiming another man’s wife as MY slut or girlfriend.

I like walking into a hotel to get a room with a married woman.

I like hearing someone’s wife thank me after I fuck her, or if its a couple I like hearing her husband thank me for fucking her.

I like sending her husband to get me a beer or something while she sucks my dick.

I like giving her to a friend to use and treat her like my property. They love that shit.

I like telling her husband that his wife’s pussy is mine now.  

I love when a wife tells me fantasies or experiences she’s had that she’s never told her husband about.  

I love when a married woman wants to do things with me that she doesn’t do with her husband.  

I like to call a husband on speaker phone while I’m owning his wife in bed.

I like to call a husband and tell him I’m done with his wife and to come pick her up.

I like to take a married woman with me into a drug store, stand in line together and have her buy a box of condoms for us.

I like coming in a wife’s pussy while her husband watches and waits his turn.

I like getting a wife to tell her husband how much bigger I feel inside her.

I like to show up at a married woman’s work place and pick her up for a lunch quickee with her coworkers watching her leave with me.

I ]like to call a husband at work and and tell him his wife is servicing me.

I love to make her lose track of time so her husband comes home and catches us in the act.  

I like having a married woman tell me I was the best fuck she ever had, especially if it’s right in front of her husband.

I like to make a husband stand guard while I fuck his wife in a public place, or fuck a wife in the back of a car in a parking lot while her husband is in the driver seat.

I get off trying to make a husband jealous while I fuck his wife.

I enjoy feeling up a wife in a public place, where others might see her.

I like introducing someone’s wife to my friends, telling them she’s my girlfriend.

I dig the risk of knowing her husband might catch us.

It’s fun having a married woman tell her husband that she can’t do without me.

I get off big time fucking a married womans ass in front of her husband.

I like showing up unannounced and lead her off to the bedroom.

I get off knowing that she might get caught but is willing to risk that to get laid.  

I love to go out with a wife and her husband to a bar or club, and have the whole place know it’s me that she’s going home with.  

I like when a wife I’m fucking tells her friends about us.

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.

Actually, I think it’s eleven now. I’ll have to check if all of them came in her mouth though…

An oldie but I love it….

@inboxdenver it is like your whole blog reads my mind, especially your own stuff.

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.

Sometimes my Louise surprises me with how quickly she gets into something. It’s not always like that, far from it actually, especially when it has come our extra-marital fun and games. Last night though saw one of those times, she was a couple of margaritas in and texting on her phone. I could tell she was up to something but had no idea what. Was she talking to Tom perhaps? Maybe even Grant? Somebody else?

We went to bed soon after, she actually dragged me there, telling me she wanted to ride my dick. And ride it she did, whatever had happened had obviously got her all hot and bothered. I chose not to ask, I have come to learn that things are more fun when I let her control what she tells me.

She was on top of me, she came really quickly (the first time) then decided to let me know what she had been up to.

“I was texting with Tony earlier you know.”

Tony is her regular massage guy.

“We got a little bit dirty too.”

She was baiting me and I had no problem talking the bait. I asked her to tell me more. She went on with the dirty talk, telling me she told him she has been really horny for a few days and was looking forward to having his hands all over her and his dick in her mouth. It turns out the only part of it that was true is that she has been really horny the last few days, we have our little six out of ten game to thank for that, reliving some memories and looking forward to making news ones has certainly wound her up.

She showed me the real text exchange this morning. Whilst it might not be like she told it last night, it is incredibly hot, hotter than I had even imagined. I’m not copying it directly but it went something like this, after the first few intro and hello type messages.

L: I’m really looking forward to Wednesday gorgeous.

T: I’m glad to hear it, I hope I can make it a good session for you.

(Probably a hint that he’s hoping to fuck her this week).

L: I’m sure you will, is there any chance we can make it a double?

(Asking for a two hour appointment, instead of the hour she had booked)

T: Of course we can, you know I love your double appointments, you’ve got my hopes up now!

L: Have I just? Tell me, what are you hoping for?

T: Haha, I think you know. maybe a little bit of extra fun?

L: Oh no mister, you know me better than that. Tell me properly.

T: If only you see how embarrassed I am. And, honestly, how hard I’m getting.

T again: Ok, I can see your playing that game…

T again: I want to lick your pussy this week, make you cum with my tongue instead of my fingers.

L: Mmm, that sounds nice, can’t it be both?

T: Of course it can, always.

T: I meant to say all ways.

L: Yes, all ways. With your fingers, your tongue and your dick.

L again: Tony, I want to ask for something special this week, can my husband come along, to watch? Like we talked about.

T: Yes, of course he can. Do you mean not for the massage lesson, just to watch?

L: Yeah, just watch. Massage then more. I have some ideas to make it really fun for him and for us.

There was a couple more messages before they ended with her promising to call him tomorrow, to talk about her ideas. She knew she would show me the messages and didn’t want to give it all away.

I can’t believe how nervous I am, even after what I have had the privilege of being part of over the last year. Watching her get a massage was the subject of a dream that started my whole fantasy, for years it was my biggest desire and now it is about to happen. In a way, I am almost terrified about Wednesday, I have never even met this guy plus I don’t know what she has in mind. Terrified but so excited too, I can’t wait.

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