Yeah, Me Too.

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

Hmm. My wife has done three, but one of them was mine. Amateur. LOL.

Yes…did this already… 💦💦💦🚀🥂

Every time she tells me she is texting another guy.

Six out of Ten in Six Months

Following on from my latest two posts below, here is my final list of ten. From this list, Louise has agreed to do her utmost to do 6 of them in the next 6 months. After giving it a fair bit of thought, and through talking to her about it, my decision (in reality she had a lot to do with it too) has been to try and make it achievable without being too easy. Louise was ok with me not giving any her any in the list that aren’t ones that I really want her to do too. That is, there’s no easy ones that I could just take or leave.

1. Have sex with more guys since you've been married than you had sex with before.

2. Give two guys just a blowjob only.

- these two are particularly interesting. Until quite recently, I believed Louise had had sex with two guys before me, both long term relationships. The second guy, her ex husband was the super jealous and controlling one, he had always believed she had just just one partner before him. Even though he took great pleasure in telling Louise about all of his conquests he could barely handle that she wasn’t a virgin when they hooked up. When Louise and I met, she carried on with there just being the jerk husband and one before him. Over time, it became harder and harder to tell me the real truth. I do fully understand as I too had left a couple out of the equation, there’s a lot behind it all and suffice to say, here, that it is all sorted. The real number is four guys, the two serious relationship guys plus two others. One was just as she came out of high school, the real taker of her virginity. He got the lucky break when they partied at the beach, after their graduation. It was a typical first time, wham bam kind of thing, all over in no time, unfortunately for her. Oh, he wore a condom. The other guy was a cop, one who used to come into her old work a fair bit. It was in between the two serious relationship guys, she agreed to a date with him one night and then a second. She ended up back at his place after the second and the rest, as they say is history. They dated, and slept together, a few more times, he never got past the condom stage either. Then she met arsehole and, somehow, broke it off with cop guy to be with him.

- there was one other sexual experience, which happened in her year 11 at school. She had a bit of a boyfriend and ended up sucking his dick for a little bit at a party one night. She followed it up with a proper blowjob a few days later and then gave him a few more before they broke up a few months later.

- So, she has evened up the before and after me full sex count at four apiece. There’s just one more needed to beat that count but, as she is adamant she will do that easily, she also said she will beat the blowjob only count too. That does mean two guys would just get to enjoy that, and nothing else. I didn’t for it push it but she wants the challenge and reckons she will give it her best shot so I had to include it in the ten.

- Her confidence level is ten out of ten for number one. She says eight out of ten for number two, I have no idea how but we’ll see what she has in mind I guess.

3. Have an MFF threesome.

- I chose this as one of her very unlikely ones. She does know that the MFF signification is different to FMF too. Her confidence level is one out of ten (I think it’s really zero). I did leave out anything to do with me watching, just to give it a slightly better chance.

4. Let me watch her get an erotic massage.

- the erotic is intended to distinguish it from any type of sensual that is named that way because of fragrant oils, or sounds of the ocean, or something like that. The only other condition is that she must have at least one orgasm. Her confidence level is ten out of ten, lucky me.

5. Wear a bikini that goes see through when wet, then get wet or wear a very small or micro bikini.

- naturally, wearing these at home wouldn’t count, unless there’s people around of course. Her confidence level is five out of ten. Funny how that is lower then finding one guy to have sexual with, and two guys to give blowjobs to.

6. Go braless in public while wearing something a bit see through

- highly unlikely, unfortunately. But I have to try it on!

7. Have someone cum on you and pic for hubby or give someone a blowjob and pic for hubby.

- this is interesting, I decided to give two choices here but she is 100% confident on both and she’ll only count it as one!

8. Have sex with a stranger.

- this is the only one where I’ll allow a double up. She can do this and, obviously, still count it for number 1.

9. Let a guy feel your bare boobs

- somehow she is more confident on this than going braless in public. There’s no doubling up with this one, it can’t be a masseur nor can it be someone she has sex with.

10. Answer the door bottomless

- I chose this because a t-shirt and nothing else is the sexiest thing a woman can wear in my eyes. If the t-shirt is a little short at least. Likelihood is quite low, which is good for increasing the chance of other ones.

My name is Doug and I am an addict. It is true, I am addicted to everything to do with this whole hotwife thing. Most interestingly, I have recently realised my wife is also an addict, or should I say she is a-dick-ted.

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!

Love it!

Love this…

“Good morning!”

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