This Is True In Every Way For Us. My Wife Did Hook Up With Tom A Couple Of Times But It Wasn’t Until

For sure…

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

My wife has asked me, several times, if I think she is a slut. Or if she is being too slutty for me. I really hate to use that word about her, I like to think I’d break a guy’s nose if he called her a slut.

Has she been a bit promiscuous? Yes. Is she wild? Yes.

Maybe @wifeshottie has commented with a better word to describe her. Is she a bit of a nympho? Yep.

Old friends and old truths.

I recently caught up with an old mate, one I had not seen for well over twenty years. We had a good night, we talked a lot of shit about how good we were and laughed at plenty of good times. We actually dated (well, lived with) sisters for many years, neither of us ended up marrying those two girls but we were pretty much brothers-in-law for the better part of fifteen years.

Talk got onto the two sisters and the subject of cheating came up (he and the sister he was with both cheated on each other towards the end). I told him how I had always suspected my one had cheated on me in the early days of us starting to live together. I walked into the kitchen of the first place we shared one day, I was almost certain (just not quite) that my mate, a different one, had been feeling her up. He kinda stepped back, pulled his hands away from her arse and looked all guilty. It was one of those moments that didn’t gel at first, it wasn’t until later that night that I started to think about what I had seen.

Back to catching up with my former almost BIL. It must have been the way I looked at him when I said I had suspected her. I was definitely fishing, seeing if he knew anything to quell all those years of curiosity but I certainly did not expect an apology. An apology for fucking my ex, it seems he enjoyed both sisters treats along the way - something I dreamed of many times, I always thought the older one (his partner) was way hotter. Anyway, he was apologising to me, thinking I had been onto him way back then. I was absolutely pissing myself laughing, the look on his face was pretty priceless.

I did ask him how many times before I told him what I was really intending to ask him about. Apparently it was a few, more than a few actually, he didn’t really remember. Maybe half a dozen times was the final number he settled on. The most interesting one, it seems, was on the beach one night when were camping, pretty much right next to where his girlfriend was sleeping (I was asleep in the back of my car, I remember the night well).

Anyway, once we finished laughing about that (I really don’t like her so it really was nothing but funny to me) I asked him about the other mate. He went a bit sheepish, like he felt guilty or bad for me. Then he just said yeah, and then he named another guy and said he did too. Apparently everyone knew the one I was suspicious about had fucked her one night, I now know they got busted in the back of a car by a couple of guys. Word got around (except to me) and another guy from the football club figured she was fair game. It seems she was.

So, I guess I was first cuckolded way back when I was a young man in my twenties. As I said I certainly had strong suspicions at the time, but I never did anything about it. Apart from when we broke up that is, I did throw in a cheap shot, saying I knew she had cheated on me. Thinking back on her face when I said it, now it makes sense. She looked confused, probably because she was wondering which time or times I knew about. That, in itself, is funny to think back on.

It never turned me on to think of her with other guys, nothing about her turns me on these days, no thoughts or memories. It never really bothered me at the time funnily enough, but it wasn’t something I wanted her to do more of. I can’t help but wonder though, did just knowing plant the seed for my fantasies somehow?

Talking Part 4 - Louise’s fantasy.

I mentioned another guy earlier, one we met through friends and some puppy training days we went to. About a year before Louise gave Tom the first blowjob, she did some pretty sexy texting with this guy. The bits I saw were heavily flirty, with lots of innuendo and, towards the end, some talk about which one would wear the other out in the bedroom. He sent her some photos of some bondage gear, she sent him a bikini photo and he returned serve with a pretty sexy (even raunchy) action photo.

I have a copy of that photo, in a way I wish I could caption it and post it here. That, however, would be a betrayal of both him and Louise so I’ll have to settle for a description instead.

There is a girl on her hands and knees on a bed, she has a mask on and some sort of choker collar, apart from that she is naked. The guy in question, I’ll call him J for now, is standing to the side of the bed, with his impressive looking cock in the girl’s mouth. He has a whip in his hand, a little one that looks like a horse riding crop. Another guy is standing to the right of the picture, just in view. He has a good hard-on happening and is also holding a whip, one of those with multiple leather looking straps, I think they’re called floggers. A chain from her collar disappears off the edge of the photo, I assume he is holding it in his other hand.

At the time, I encouraged Louise to meet J. I thought he would be perfect, he is actually a good looking guy - tall, dark haired, very fit looking and I was sure he would be completely discrete. Louise couldn’t do it though, at the time I knew she “chickened out” mostly through fear of our friends finding out and, also, she just was not ready to step outside of our marriage.

Starting with our beach conversation, I have also recently learnt that it was also because she did not believe I could actually handle what I was saying I wanted. There was good reason too, one day I want to write about some earlier Tom stuff which we have talked about, that played on her mind as did some jealous reactions she saw from the J texts that she did show me. In the end, it was too much uncertainty and she told J that she was sorry for leading him on and that she couldn’t cheat on me (she did not tell him anything about my fantasies).

There was some more texts, one I did not see, apparently they got a little more to the point. She deleted them, again due to uncertainty about some of my reactions. In those texts, J described the situation a little more than you could tell from just the photo. The guy to the right is a colleague, from another firm but working in the same field of their profession. The girl works in that guy’s office. What is unseen in the photo is a third guy, the one who took the photo. It was a bit of a “der” moment for me, I hadn’t even thought about another person being there, but it is obvious neither of the two guys in the picture took it. Anyway, the guy that took the photo is the girl’s boyfriend.

To me that is just more news that J would have been totally cool with what I hoped for but, as they say, no use crying over it now.

Oh, I guess it goes without saying that all three guys fucked that girl that night and, apparently, it wasn’t their first time. Lucky girl, lucky guys I say.

In short, and she did beat around the bush getting to this point, Louise revealed to me that she fantasises about being that girl. She has always had a thing for a good smack on the arse, add that to her enjoyment of a few threesomes (and one foursome I added) and she started to wonder how much fun it would be.

Obviously she has my full encouragement to try and fulfil this newly revealed fantasy. In fact, I’d say I almost begged her to do something to make it happen. I offered to look online, find some dungeon master type dude to take her to, or to “advertise” for someone to show us the ropes. Haha, literally and figuratively.

I know she’s not going to go for that, not the latter option at least. But, and it’s a huge development in my opinion, she has sent J a couple of texts since our little talk on the beach. I got to have a read of them all last night. They are still comparatively innocent but they get just a little flirty towards the end. She started off by saying hi and told him she was playing with our dog and wondered how his was getting on (the dogs are actually litter mates). His is going well and they still catch up with one of the other litter mates for a play every now and then. I mentioned that this could be a good leg in for her to meet up with J. She told me to read on.

She did indeed mention that and they talked about catching up at the beach sometime. J, who clearly has no problem in coming forward, said he hoped she would wear the bikini from the photo. Louise said it had fallen apart so she’d have to wear a different one to which he replied he hoped it was as sexy. He asked for a new photo and she said maybe sometime, but she’d need to have a few margaritas first (talking naughty after a few margaritas was part of their banter from a couple of years ago).

That’s it for now, it’s wait and see what happens time. Louise says she still doesn’t know but, let’s say, I feel more than just a little bit hopeful. She virtually mauled me in bed last night, after we talked about it, and included a fair bit of dirty talk about J, his big dick and his whips while she did so. She wants it, now it’s just a case of seeing if she’ll go through with it.

I’m betting she will.

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.

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!