I Have Admitted It, I Totally Do/

I can’t help but wonder what else is on your bucket list @causeidalreadyknow 🔥

I can’t think of a single question I wouldn’t answer???

So, she certainly hasn’t forgotten her promise to make a list of ten. She showed me item number 1 on her phone last night.

1. Have my husband wear a small, tight speedo on the beach.

She’s just messing with me right?

My word yes. I love any time she looks beautiful, sexy or (sometimes) a little bit naughty.

Haha, yep.

Shane Ballard

In an earlier post, I mentioned our dares and a dirty little secret involving a car breakdown. As far as timeline goes, this thing happened a couple of summers ago, well before my wife actually had sex with another guy.

We had turned the dares concept into a bit of a game, using an app called Spicer. I had posted a list of dares and assigned points for them. I had also written up rewards for points, things like me giving her massages, fixing a few things around the house and even some jewellery ideas. It was not a serious thing, just some fun we had. Haha, her successes were mostly small scale stuff but I was deliberately generous (trying to encourage more) and they did mean I delivered a couple of massages and had to do a couple of those long promised fixes around the house!

A couple of the dares included wearing see through things, going topless, getting naked in the car and flashing another guy and, on this particular day, she must have been feeling pretty adventurous as she nailed a few of them. It started with a morning at the beach, she wore a black bikini (or so I thought) with a very short and very see through cover up over it. Sexy but, given it was for the beach, nothing over the top.

Her dare successes started as soon as we laid our towels out on the beach. I had thought she had her bikini on but it turned out to be the bikini bottoms and a black bra. I’m sure my jaw hit the sand as she casually took her bra off, fumbled around in the beach bag then took her time to put the bikini top on, she was standing the whole time. The beach wasn’t exactly packed but there was quite a few people around and there was no doubt that several guys checked her out, one especially as he walked past.

We spent an hour or so at the beach before deciding it was time to pack up and head home. The reverse, and more, happened with the bikini before we left. She took off the top, then didn’t rush to replace it with her bra. Next, the little cover up went on and then, to my absolute jaw dropping surprise again, off came the bikini bottoms. I watched in awe as she pulled a black thong from the beach bag, bending so that her arse pointed straight towards a couple of guys sitting nearby. Unfortunately, neither of them noticed, but it was a great try!

So, we walked from the beach to the car, with my wife wearing the easily see-able thong, and her bra, under the cover up. We stopped and rinsed our legs and feet off, at a set of outside showers, where there were heaps of guys around to see the show. Her nearly bare arse was exposed several times as she bent to make sure all the sand was rinsed off. Now, I must say that seeing a woman in a thong style bikini is not unusual but it was the first time she had ever worn something like that at our local public beach, with so many people around. Plus, I’m sure I’m not the only guy who loves to see it, no matter how many girls are scantily dressed that way!

The effort to do some dares kept coming too. We had barely driven off from the beach when she took her thong back off. At first I thought she was changing back into her bikini for some reason, I even had a thought that she might want to stop at a shop or something and, maybe, she was going to get out of the car in the bikini and cover-up. But no, that wasn’t it as next the cover-up, and then her bra, came off too. It was the naked drive.

For the next twenty four minutes (the dare had a time based component) she sat completely naked next to me in the car. Unfortunately, we have a big car so I don’t think anyone actually saw but it was still a lot of fun. We did drive past a few trucks but didn’t get any honks or anything so I had to assume they didn’t notice either.

We were running low on fuel and I had planned to stop on the way home so I let her know that I was about to pull into our regular service station. I did say she shouldn’t feel obliged to get dressed on my behalf but that was never going to fly. She did, however, only put the cover up back on, the bikini and underwear stayed on the back seat where she had tossed them earlier.

Then, I made a mistake, totally unintentionally and certainly not one I would do deliberately, not even to extend the sexy opportunities that my dare completing wife was making the most of. But it turned out that was the benefit of my mistake.

I was forty five litres into the fill of my vehicle when I realised I was putting the wrong fuel in, I’d had a complete brain fart. I do have long range tanks and my first thought was just to finish the fill with the right stuff but no, that was never going to work. With my tail between my legs I headed inside, to talk to someone about what I could do. I felt like such a fuckwit but, apparently, it’s not that uncommon a thing and the girl behind the counter pulled out three or four cards for people I could try to call. She even told me where to move my car to and came out and put some cones behind me and to the side of our car, making sure there was room for the fuel guy to pull up next to me.

Being a Sunday, I was surprised when the first guy I called said yes, he’d come and do the job for us. He arrived about thirty minutes later and got to work on setting up to drain the fuel from my tank, starting with disconnecting the hose from my fuel pump. In my vehicle, the fuel pump sits under the hood on the passenger side, right near the firewall. So, he was pretty much standing in front of where Louise was, all the car windows were at least half open to let some air in, he would have been able to see her quite well through that opening and, probably, even better from where he stood through the front windscreen. It did quickly occur to me that he was probably getting a fairly decent view of her boobs via the flimsy see through thing she was wearing.

She was actually sitting with her legs across the console, stretched out towards my side of the vehicle cabin, so it would have been an almost side on view for him. Still, I was figuring he must have had a look and I must say I found it very arousing. He soon had his vacuum pump hooked up to the fuel hose and kicked off the job of sucking out all the unleaded fuel. He warned me it would take an hour or more to get it all out and I remember opening the driver’s side door to tell my wife how long to expect. I was pleased to note that I could see her very exposed pussy from that vantage point and even commented on the nice view. As I shut the door to leave her to it (she was reading her book by then), the fuel guy approached and asked if he could check the fuel gauge. I don’t know what I was thinking but I gave the window a rap with my knuckle, to warn her he was coming, and noticed she pulled her short cover up down just in time to make sure her pussy was no longer fully exposed. It must have been close though, maybe he got a little peek I thought as I kicked myself for the silly warning. Haha, I needn’t have been so harsh on myself.

I guess it was about ten minutes later when he said he’d check the gauge again. I was standing outside the car and just stepped to the side to give him access to the front door, he opened the door, leant in and spent maybe fifteen or twenty seconds checking the fuel. My wife and he exchanged a few words, something about how it was all going I recall, then he went to back to the fuel pump position at the front of the vehicle to do some more checks. I had to see for myself, if his fuel gauge check view had improved. So I opened the front door, figuring she might need me to get her a drink anyway.

Yes, it certainly had. The cover up had ridden right up again. She was leaning back on the passenger side door, sitting with her legs across the console, feet on my seat and her legs were wide enough apart to offer up a completely unobstructed view of her fully shaven pussy. He could not have gotten a better view I thought. I did ask if she wanted a drink and gestured down to the delightful view with my eyes, he was stood near her open window so I couldn’t exactly say “hey babe, do you know your pussy is on display?”

She got my meaning though, she just smiled and winked at me. Yep, she was totally aware.

I went inside and bought her drink, trying hard to keep an eye on what was happening at the car. Oh yeah, I had at least half a hard-on too, that was another thing I was dealing with at the time, trying not to let it become noticeable.

The exact timeline is lost to me now, this all happened a couple of years ago. I do know the whole thing actually took well over an hour and I reckon he must have checked the fuel gauge at least ten times. Sometimes, during the whole event my wife sat as I described earlier and, at other times, she sat cross legged or with her legs tucked up, knees up to her chest. All positions, no doubt, gave him something nice to look at.

Then, there was the grand finale. It was a hot day and we were sat there long enough for the shade to move from where she sat. Fuel guy was at the fuel pump position, I was standing by the drivers side. She said something like, “it’s too hot, I need shade,” and then climbed into the back seat. She did it in a hands and knees kind of way, crawling through on all fours with her arse pointed straight towards where he stood. Later, when we got home, I got her to do a re-enactment and even got a photo. As I suspected at the time, he would have had a perfect view of absolutely everything.

Eventually, he was done. He put a few litres of diesel in my tank, flushed the fuel line through then stuck around while I filled up, surely hoping for another look before he left. He got one too, definitely not as good as when she climbed into the back seat and, again, one I didn’t see myself. I had just shaken his hand and was about to head inside to pay when L got out of the car, to move back to the front seat. He actually held the door open for her as she got out, not doubt getting a last open leg glimpse as she did so. He definitely got a good look at her boobs too, through the thin material if not down blouse style.

It’s funny, the whole time, until we talked later, she was not totally sure that he noticed anything and neither was I, not absolutely certain anyway. He wore dark sunglasses the whole time so we could not actually see where he was looking. Often, my view of him was blocked by the open hood or because his back was to me but I still felt quite sure he had to be seeing everything that day, he just had to. L did tell me that she had smiled at him a couple of times and that he had smiled back, proof that he was looking her way and, if he was looking at her, there was just no way he couldn’t notice. Besides, with all those fuel gauge checks, standing by the fuel pump so much, and then the climb into the back seat, he would have to be blind to not see.

I posted an online review for him, the day it happened, to say how much we genuinely appreciated him coming to our rescue on a Sunday. He replied and said he’d really enjoyed meeting us, no doubt there was meaning in that comment. It ended up being an expensive day, nearly $100 on wasted fuel, the fuel guy cost about $600 and then there was about $2000 for the pair of diamond earrings she bought with her dare rewards.

I’d pay it all again tomorrow!

I just found out that Grant is in town this coming weekend, he sent L a rather dirty text message last night after she said she’d love to see him on Saturday afternoon. With him living interstate now, I thought things had somewhat fizzled out between them but, apparently, he can’t wait to bury his face in her pussy before he gives her a good hard fucking. She asked me if her reply was sexy enough.

“I can’t wait to feel your big dick inside me either. After I get to suck it for a while of course, mmm…”

That led me to a thought, one which I shared with her. I’m all caught up on the fun she had during my last trip away for work now. Well, mostly caught up, part of her tease for me is to not reveal everything at once. She tends to save things up for later, or hints at little things, it’s all part of the way she peaks my jealousy,and the rush that comes with it. Anyway, during May she fucked Tom, Steve, her masseur and me. She will be just one day off having all five of us in the same month.

Ha, I just realised that it still will be all of us within a fortnight. Crazy.

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.

This keeps popping up in my feed. I showed it to Louise this morning, she said it made her feel hot and asked me to send her a screenshot of it. Very interesting.

Imagine being strapped into a spreader bar by your wrists and ankles. Legs spread wide, bent over, unable to move.

Then imagine being placed on your back and having that spreader bar attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Your legs and arms in the air, unable to cover your naked body.

Imagine being left like that during a party. Open and exposed while everyone else is fully clothed. Walking by and staring at you like a peice of art.

People come by to grope you. They pinch your nipples, squeeze your ass, and take pictures of their favorite parts of you.

You become a party game. People take turns fucking you however they want. Fingering you, eating you out, fucking your face, and of course shoving dicks and dildos into you.

People cheer when someone makes you cum. They laugh at the sounds of your moans and wimpers. Everyone can see how aroused you are and they love it.

Imagine being a prop. A toy that everyone wants at their party. Constantly on display right next to the open bar.

I do and it’s been a while now…