Tom Had Been On A Bit Of A Golf Trip And My Wife Went To Join Him For The Last Night. He Left Her A Key

Now it’s more to confirm I still love it, she knows she doesn’t need my “permission.”

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.

Love the answer to this question (love this lady’s whole blog actually).

I can certainly relate to the response and its sentiment. Louise is also the jealous type, she made it very clear, long ago, that she could not handle me being with another woman. It is actually not something I fantasise about and, even if I did, I would never do it because I could not ever hurt her like that. She also had fears that I actually could not handle the reality of her being with another man, it is part of what kept her from doing it for a long time. She is a very sexual creature, she loves sex and, now, is enjoying the experiences she is having but she would never have done it if it threatened our marriage.

For my perspective, yes I truly do get jealous. Sometimes that thoughts I have, or the things I see her enjoying, rip my guts out. But, at the same time, they make my heart race with excitement (and my dick very hard) and they make me desire her even more than I thought would have been possible. That only scratches the surface by the way.

I know most guys don’t see it my way and I am comfortable with that. Well, maybe not to the point of totally “coming out” publicly about it, but comfortable in myself with it.

So, to back up @milfincognito and her response to this Anonymous, why do others think it is fair to judge another person, their situation, their fantasies and their feelings about their relationships?

You say you have no desire to see your husband with another women yet you want to be a Hotwife while he remains faithful. Why do women who want to be a Hotwife think it’s fair to have sex outside of marriage with other men and their husbands aren’t free to do the same with other women?

This question pisses me off a little. I don't claim to speak for all women or all hotwives. I can only tell you what I'm feeling. Someone asked how close I've been to living out the hotwife fantasy and I answered honestly. The closest I've come to being in a situation where it could have happened was a few times when we went to swinger clubs. In retrospect, that was a bad idea. The truth is I am the jealous type and do not want to share my husband. He says the idea of other men fucking me turns him on, and the idea obviously turns me on as well as evidenced by this blog. The reason I haven't pushed harder to live out the fantasy in real life is because I fear it could ruin our marriage. More specifically, I fear he will not be able to handle the reality of seeing another man penetrate me. The reality of seeing and hearing me having an orgasm on another man's cock. I know him well, and I think it would be too much for him to take, and he may never look at me the same way again. I'm actually trying to be considerate of his feelings and protect my marriage.

Lou’s fantasy development.

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

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

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

L: “Serious.”

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

L: “More?”

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

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

J: “I’m intrigued, tell me more.”

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

J: “Sure have.”

J: “Can I ask a personal question?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

J: “I do want to.”

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

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

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

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

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.

patreon.com/textfantasy

Yes, loads of them apparently.

My wife is certainly owning it now…

Just fucking own it…

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Yep, exactly.

She took a mirror selfie of her new bikini and sent it me. She later showed me the message she sent to Tom, of the same selfie. I had to admit his replies were better than mine. This happened several years ago, I had no idea they were already doing much more than a bit of flirting and sexy texting.