Well. Louise Has Delivered Her List, She Has Even Included Some Commentary That, In My Mind, Spices Things

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.

………

Yep

Every time, no matter how hard.

Even if it's hard, it's important 🙏

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Hello everyone, friends!

Damn Tumblr neural networks don’t allow me to show you in all its glory...

Your likes and reblogs make me excited…

Lou’s fantasy development.

She showed me a couple of text messages last night, maybe I’ll see the whole string sometime soon. What I saw though was something along these lines (shortened version here):

L: “What if I told you he would be ok with it?”

J: “I’d ask if you are serious or just saying that.”

L: “Serious.”

J: “Then I’d say I’m excited and want to hear more.”

L: “More?”

J: “Yeah, more as in what are we talking about here? Swinging?”

L: “Not swinging but I can do whatever I want.”

J: “I’m intrigued, tell me more.”

L: “I’d rather tell you in person but you’ve heard of hotwives yeah?”

J: “Sure have.”

J: “Can I ask a personal question?”

L: “Please do, you can ask me anything.”

J: “In that case I have several but first, we talking stag or cuckold, just so I know?”

L: “Cuckold is the one that gets treated bad right? Not that one.”

J: “Cool. So does that mean he would be with us? I mean hypothetically, if anything happened?”

L: “LOL, we’re past hypothetical gorgeous. As long as you want to of course.”

L: “To answer your question not at first but he would love to at some stage. We’d see what happens hey.”

J: “I do want to.”

J: “Ok, that’s very cool. Can I tell you I’m getting a hard on? Tell me more about what you want to do.”

L: “I want to tell you in person, after I have your dick in my mouth.”

She asked me to save it for later from there, the intent was to have a look at the rest when we went to bed. We didn’t get that far, not yet anyway, we mauled each other as soon as the bedroom door closed. She did tell me that J asked if he could call, to hear some more but she told him we were busy and the boys were around. It was true, she was texting him between packing for our Christmas holiday, we leave today. She told J they might talk while we’re away and that she hoped he was still interested when we got back.

I almost can’t wait for the holiday to be over now!

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

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.

Very close…

That pretty much sums it up. It seems like a Win-Win for both of us. So what are you waiting for?

This is true in every way for us. My wife did hook up with Tom a couple of times but it wasn’t until she knew and fully believed I wanted it that she really let go. Once that happened the guilt fell away and her love of sex came back, bigger and better than ever.