This Is The First One Of These I’ve Made Myself To Post. I Can’t Take Any Credit For The Content

Life wouldn’t be quite as amazing if we hadn’t and didn’t continue to do so now.

Started doing this very early in our marriage and it has set the path for some of the greatest sexual escapades for us.

Well I’ll be, somehow I never knew this, except for the QOS of course. I once half-jokingly asked my wife if she’d get a queen of spades or bbc tattoo (not that she’s actually earned one, not yet at least), she said no way. To the tattoo that is.

QOH and QOD have been well and truly earned though, I wonder what she’d think about them for a suggestion, a nice pair of red queens somewhere near her bikini line perhaps.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

I have a lot to tell, including something almost along these lines.

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.

The truth about her day with J

Following on from my earlier, embellished post about Louise’s first and only (so far) visit to J’s place, I feel like telling a bit about her description of how it really went. I deliberately made him out to be a bit of a BDSM master, or at least I tried to do that. It was even how he talked himself up a few times, in texts and on the phone before they did actually meet up. Funnily enough, she said he is actually quite shy, he did try though and it sounds like there was bit of bluff and bravado even on the day. She also said it was quite clumsy at times but she thought it was “really cute.”

All in all, it sounds like it has actually helped her like him quite a lot. I get that too, if he was totally confident, perhaps even a bit arrogant, then he’d be far less likely to be someone she is attracted to.

I won’t mention his profession but he is loaded, his house really is amazing (apparently) and they really did sit out the back, by the pool, with a bottle of her favourite wine. He didn’t give her a foot massage then (it came later) but he did, nervously, start to try his bondage master thing. He did take her inside in the way I said but he didn’t tie her up. The massage, with the hot oil, was real. It was done in his bedroom and, apparently, it was really, really good. After that, he put a collar and a lead on her and he led her with that to the “dungeon” he had tried to set up in another bedroom. They did play with a couple of whips and a paddle, she said it was fun and he did actually do a good job of giving her backside a good stinging, something she has always liked.

They did have sex then too. Lou said that is certainly one thing he did not exaggerate about, he felt really good and he knew what he was doing. Big pluses for his bedroom skills by the sounds of things.

She stayed for a few hours more after that too, they skinny dipped and then she got foot massage, out by the pool, wearing just a towel she had wrapped around her after the swim. That is something I find extremely erotic, more on that later. They also spent a bit more time in his bedroom, no more whips or paddles, just some hot sex.

I’m changing topics now, just slightly. I suppose nothing about Louise should really surprise me now, maybe I’m just slow on the uptake but the opposite still seems to be case. A really big surprise is how she is actually becoming quite a bit of an exhibitionist. That’s probably not quite the truest way to describe it but, as is the case with her sexual inhibitions, her misgivings about showing a bit of flesh are falling right away. It has usually been in response to a little dare from me, rather than her initiating something, but the big change has been how often and how carefree she is being about it.

She is now wearing a cheeky bikini bottom to the beach, she even took it off in the car park to change into a pair of a shorts, right in front of an older guy. We were at the nude beach a few weeks ago, we had a guy set up his towel quite close to us (as happens sometimes). Half jokingly, I whispered that she should open her legs for him, she did it without hesitation and laid there like that, giving him a really good look, for at least ten minutes. Recently, she stood outside and chatted with a guy from a round the corner, wearing nothing but a little and quite see through cover up.

Then, back to J and the latest big surprise. He has a group of mates who have a bit of a poker school going, they usually play once a month. Most of them are older and married but, sometimes, when it’s one of the single guys’ turn to host they add a “hostess” to the mix. They basically hire a lingerie waitress to bring them drinks, deal some cards and, occasionally, sit on some knees for luck. For a few extra dollars, the ladies usually end up naked too. Louise has been intrigued by this, ever since J first mentioned his card nights. She even asked me if I have ever done something like it (I have, it sounds exactly the same as something I went to a long time ago now). Of course, just because it’s her and she can be very nosey, she wanted to know all about the girls. What do they look like, what do they wear to begin with, do they have the guys hands on them all night long, do they do sexual stuff too, and so on? By the way, J said “a little bit” and “no, never” to the last of those two questions.

Both of us wonder if he was bull shitting her, baiting her, but he also said they had a more mature hostess come over one night. He reckons she is the best they’ve ever had, more real and much more fun to have around. He straight out asked Louise if she was interested, I guess he figured she was asking all the questions for a reason. She told him absolutely no, not a hope. But that was at first, a while ago. Now she is seriously thinking about doing it, I can tell she wants to but she is also scared shitless, mostly by the thought of being too old and the guys not liking what they see.

When she was at his house, they talked about it again, “hypothetically” of course. He asked her what I would think of it. In her special way, she told him I’d probably want to be there to see it. Of course, she is totally right.

He told her I’d be welcome to come, all the guys bring a mate along every now and then. We wouldn’t let on that the hostess is my wife of course. There’s one big problem, buy in usually $1000, chicken feed to these guys I guess but way fucking more than I’ve ever gambled. Plus, would she really want me there, watching a bunch of guys (most of them old) struggling to keep their hands to themselves? She says yes but I think not.

I wouldn’t believe it was even remotely real if it wasn’t on her list.

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.