Very Close…

Who fucks her best?

This is meant to be a light hearted (and probably boring) post but testing my thoughts to the “bull” comments, as per my last repost, I just can’t stop thinking about this subject. To put it bluntly, has anyone fucked Louise better than I have? While lying in bed last night, trying to get to sleep, I went through her list.

I don’t believe her ex’s ever gave her as good a time as I have, from what she has said they didn’t ever come close. In saying that, both of her main squeezes had sex with her in some pretty exciting and risky places, that is something I have not really come close to. Hmm, I definitely need to get myself into that game, I’m not sure I wouldn’t chicken out if I tried to replicate some of them but I can only try to come close. Haha.

Then there’s my mate Steve. I would say dear Steve had fun, and so did Louise in a way, but no roof was ever lifted.

It’s similar for her regular massage guy. There is no doubt he has given her some powerful orgasms but not so much with his dick. In all honestly, Louise sees him for the massages, he is extremely good at those and she just loves a good massage. She had sex with him because she knew she could and because she knew I’d like that, it wasn’t really because of any overwhelming or strong desire. I don’t know, it probably sounds a bit crass but I think the reality is that she enjoys a sensual massage and sometimes she fucks or sucks him as part of the experience.

That leaves our remaining two contenders, Tom and Grant.

Louise has always said that Tom is very similar to me in size and shape. She also says he is not as good a lover. From what I have seen (just the one time), there is no reason to disagree with either comment. However, just going on some of the things she has said, I suspect he may be better at oral and, in my not so humble opinion on the matter, that is saying something. Whilst she has never used the word “better” she has often said he is good and, I’m sure, she even used really, really good. I guess our Tom must know his way around a clitoris and associated regions, he certainly has no problems in giving Louise some very intense orgasms with his tongue (apparently), the fact she enjoys it and even looks forward to it is fine by me. I also suspect it contributes to the greater amount of oral sex I get to perform, and receive, these days. Again, that is perfectly fine by me.

My summary, put bluntly, I recon I am better than Tom but, maybe, he does super-expert level oral. LOL.

I have seen a look of what I think is ecstasy on Louise’s face many times. When she is particularly horny and ready, I love how she gives a little gasp, the way her eyes roll back in her head and the way her mouth falls open when I first slide my dick into her. I am quite certain I have seen her gasp turn into a deep moan with Grant, her eyes clench tight shut as she feels the fullness of him entering her and I have heard her swear (oh fuck yes) as he starts to work himself in and out of her. I have seen him virtually pick her up, fling her over into a doggie position and then fuck her harder than I ever have. I have seen her literally tremble as she rides him and cums and, finally, I have seen him shoot loads onto her that rival a good porno movie cumshot scene.

He is considerably thicker and longer than me yet, with all of that to consider, Louise still says Grant fucks her different but not better. I say thank you for saying that but I believe he fucks her better and that is actually what I always hoped for. I think the lava hot reignition of our own sex life is the number one best thing that has come of our little hotwife journey, the fuckings she received from Grant are definitely next in line. Even though there really isn’t the spark there for her anymore (the desire, the connection she needs aren’t that strong), I still hope for more between the two of them. We will see what happens with his girlfriend I guess, they’ve been together several months now, if it stays that way then my hopes won’t become reality.

Then again, I am confident that Louise is going to hook up with the “new guy” J sometime fairly soon and I have a very strong hunch that he is going to give her something very special. I hope he is better than me and better than Grant!

I think she really just meant to say that he is bringing out the bad girl in her. Their first get together was nervous and a little clumsy, the next is ten days away. He is promising to make it all that she is craving right now.

She always does…

We talked about this “option” a couple of years ago. I told Louise that I would love it even if it was the only thing she ever did. It turned out to be a blowjob that got her started though.

This would be a Great next step for us. Watching her hand stroke another cock until he cums, so exciting! It’s not like it’s sex, just innocent fun.

Yep

Granted, the comments are humorous. But I think she’s gorgeous. And real. Of all the things my wife does these days, she still won’t go out in public without a bra. She thinks most guys would think of things along the lines of these comments. I think she’s wrong, I reckon loads more of us love to see this.

Unbelievable.

The most amazing, stranger than fiction thing has happened over the last couple of days. The story started to unravel yesterday morning and, then, all was told this morning.

Our neighbours, on the left side as you face the street, are what I’d classify as pretty good friends. We have known them, Alan and Anna, for nearly twenty years now. We used to spend a fair bit of time together, when the kids were all younger but, nowadays, we would probably only catch up for a barbecue a couple of times a year. Of course we see each other outside, wave and say hello, stop for a chat and so on.

There has been a couple of times, over the years, when I have raised my suspicions with Louise, about Alan and Anna and, well, whether they might be into the same kind of things that we’ve been up to lately. Hotwifing I guess, or even swinging. The first time was on a very hot summer night, they were at our place for one of our then regular drinks and nibbles catch ups. It was way, way before Louise ever did anything with another guy, in fact I’d say it was probably before I had even confessed to my fantasies. The kids had finished doing their best to empty the pool, they’d eaten and were all inside watching a movie in our home theatre room. I remember I got up and threw the hose in the pool, commenting on how inviting the water looked. Anna said something about going home for a swimsuit to which Alan said since when did she ever need one to jump in someone’s pool. There was a bit of banter, including some light hearted urging from me and then, Alan “double dared” her.

I am certain he was as shocked as I was when she got up and said “fuck you Alan,” before stripping off to jump in the pool.

These days, I’m certain Louise would have joined her but, back then, I just got one of those looks when I suggested it. One that clearly said “don’t go there.”

Unfortunately, I had my back to the pool so I couldn’t really look much, not without being an obvious perve anyway. On the flip side, I did get a pretty decent view from a reflection in a large set of windows and glass doors we have, especially when she got out of the pool and dried off. Back then, Anna was quite curvy and, I must admit, looked pretty darned sexy all naked in my backyard that night.

Over the years, I guess through familiarity, Alan has made some pretty suggestive comments to Louise. It was like that double dare moment, he’s just that kind of guy who says a lot of shit that most of us only think, without saying. We were at a street party one night, Louise did look very sexy in a summer dress and Alan told her he would like to sneak her behind the big tree and have his way with her. Another night, at their place, he put his arm around her and asked her to go to the bedroom with him. It was always done in a way that could be made into a joke but I had always said to Louise that I thought he meant it.

Interestingly, in the early days of us talking about my fantasies, Louise did say that Alan was the kind of guy that she could have seen herself having sex with, if not for the fact that he was married and, also, if not for her being married herself.

Over the last couple of years, Anna has lost quite a lot of weight and there’s no way she could be described as curvy now, more like tall and lean. She dresses like she feels sexy too, far more so than she used too. She is often outside in a small pair of shorts and a t-shirt, or very tight yoga pants. Which brings me to the next little indicator, or point of my suspicions.

She was away in Bali, on a girls trip with her best friend, and she posted a photo of herself on social media. She had on one of those dresses that cannot do anything but turn heads. It was short enough to be sexy just for that, but it also had one of those plunging necklines, one that lets you know there simply cannot be a bra under there and one that can only stay in place with boob tape. Anna does have small boobs, and I have no idea if anything fell out that night but that dress is not the kind you would usually see a married woman, or even a woman of her age, wearing out on the town. The photo only needed a caption to be right at home in amongst the thousands of hotwife blogs here on tumblr!

So, yeah, there has never been anything firm, just some suspicions on my behalf. To be honest, I mostly just figured Alan fancied himself as a bit of a player and some of his outwardness just rubbed off on Anna.

………….

Then, yesterday morning happened. I was sitting here, as I am now, at the keyboard, and had started to write about the questions Tom had asked Louise the day before. I had racked my brain for a while, trying to remember them. I had written about four of them (there’s still a couple to go before I post it) and figured I should get off my backside and get some work done.

I am pretty sure I have written here before about my work and how I sometimes have to go away. Well, one benefit of my slightly longer trips (of a couple of weeks) is that I get to take a week off work when I get back, to give me my worked weekends back. I’m on one of those week off periods right now and had decided I was going to get up onto the roof and do a bit of sadly needed painting on a bit of wood work. I hate painting, it’s hard to motivate myself to do at the best of times and yesterday, being in a mood that made me much more inclined to play on tumblr and write stories, it was as hard as it ever gets.

But, I’d decided to do it, so I forced myself to get up there and `I reckon I had been at it for something like thirty or forty minutes when I saw Anna heading towards their mailbox. Whilst she really still isn’t the type that I’d go out of my way to get a look at, she certainly did catch my eye. She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt, almost like a guy’s business shirt. It was loose on her and see through enough to make out the curve of her hips underneath it. Then she did something that made my chin hit the floor or, more accurately, the roof of my house.

As she bent to check the mail, she turned her arse towards me, so it was almost directly pointing at me. Then, bending over to look inside the back of the letter box, she pulled the back of the shirt up, exposing her bare bum to me. She gave a bit of a wiggle before standing up straight, then turning to look straight back in my direction. I truly believed it was all for my benefit, I was truly dumbfounded and had no idea what had brought it on but none of that made me think she had done it for anyone but me.

Not until she turned around, spotted me on the roof, shrieked, dropped all the mail, swore, said sorry, waved and ran towards the front door of their house. I jumped myself, when she shrieked, luckily without spilling anything from the tub of paint I was holding or without dropping the brush from my other hand. I think I mumbled a sorry myself, although I doubt she heard it over her own swearing, yelling and with all that was going on.

I reckon I was still standing there, puzzled, wondering what the fuck had just happened when she came outside, maybe five minutes later. She had come out the back this time, where I was on the roof was adjacent to the side of their house, and she called to me from behind. Once again, I jumped and nearly dropped the paint tub. She asked me if I had a minute, she wanted to explain what had happened. I covered my paint tub, wrapped my brush and climbed down the ladder before meeting her at the low part of the fence that runs between our two driveways.

First off, yes, she was really embarrassed. She said she had been straight on the phone to Alan, it was all his fault, him and his stupid dares and he was killing himself laughing when she called him about what had happened. At that stage I was still not quite catching on and, I reckon right about then, my phone pinged with a message from him (Alan).

“Has my wife explained her lewd and inappropriate actions yet? Don’t go easy on her!!” It was following by a string of laughing emojis, it did seem like he was having a good times with things.

I showed Anna the text, she was still blushing profusely but managed to laugh at the same time. She said things like I’m going to kill him, it was all his fault and, on top of it, she could not stop apologising.

I did tell her there was not need to apologise. There actually really wasn’t, I may well be the last person on earth who would get offended by seeing a woman’s bum. I told her that too. She managed another laugh and added that it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen it before. That was true, albeit mostly via a reflection and it was a much bigger bum back then. I did not say anything about that last bit!

Anyway, it turned out Alan had been feeling frisky, he dared to go get the mail wearing just her new beach cover up (that’s what it was, and it was still all she had on too). May I add it is see through enough to show more than a hint of nipple and I was wishing for a change of angle, I’m sure getting the sun behind her would have been very revealing. But there was no such luck.

Back to the dare, he was watching her, live, over their security camera feed. There is one right on the corner of their garage, which put me almost at the same angle and hence the direction of the butt flash. She told me he had seen her drop the mail and run inside, figuring she had been somehow sprung and was ready and waiting for her to call to tell him off.

It had all turned out to be a funny situation and she was laughing quite hard (Anna is one of those people who laughs loud by the way), especially when I told her I genuinely thought she was flashing her butt at me. She couldn’t stop apologising for that and I couldn’t tell her enough that she could trust in knowing I did not mind in the slightest.

“You must think we’re weird,” she said between giggles.

So, I told her no, I didn’t and gave her a little confession of my own. I told her how I often dare Louise to do little things like that (I left it low key) but had not thought of using the security cameras to watch from afar. I actually have thought of it, many times, I just haven’t caught her in the right moment yet.

Anna was interested, she laughed again and told me she wanted to know some of them, what type of dares do I get her to do. So, I told her a few, including walking back from the beach with a dress and no bikini bottom and a night time streak to touch the road once. I also told her how I had been trying to get her to answer the door in something a bit see through, like Anna herself was dressed at that moment.

“Oh my god,” she said, “Alan got me to do the fucking pizza dare once, with room service in the Crown Hotel in Melbourne.”

She told me some details too, how she’d done the whole wrapped in a towel thing, and let it fall off as the guy passed her with the trolley.

I have never actually spoken to Anna like we did then. Alan is always flirty with Louise and she, as usual, is often quite flirty back. I’m just not normally like that, I really am usually a bit too shy, but it felt different with Anna there and then. I told her I thought it was all very sexy and, also, how I was going to find work to do on my roof every day now. She told me that it would be likely I’d spring her nude sunbathing in the backyard if I did and, you know what, I’m pretty sure she was serious too.

Well, I have run out of time to write more now, but that was pretty much the interaction of yesterday morning. She gave me a hug, told me she was glad I was ok with what had happened and, equally, glad we both saw the funny side of it all.

I did manage to tell her once more that I saw the sexy side too, something made me want to reinforce that. It was true and it felt like it would make sure she was fully at ease with everything. Oh, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I found the whole conversation sexy enough to have experienced quite a bit of sunwards blood flow diversion too. I didn’t tell her that of course.

Hmm, maybe I should have?

There’s much more to tell later. This morning was way more interesting, revealing and challenging than yesterday was!