Definitely, And My Wife Is Starting To Really Love Them. She Has Had Three Already This Year, None Of

My wife and I had an incredibly interesting conversation last night, one that made me feel a little bit relieved actually. Which, in itself, surprised me. Yet another surprise in what has, so far, been a year full of them.

We have just returned from a little getaway, I took her to one of our favourite places for a few days, it is interstate, we had some quality time all to ourselves. As part of the treat she had a sensual massage, with a new masseur. She really liked him, she even said she finds him pretty sexy. She said the massage was heavenly, she did end up naked and he did rub her clit to give her a really nice orgasm. I think that is super sexy, as was her description of some of the stretching, the positions he had her legs in especially. My wife, legs wide open, totally naked with another guy’s hands all over her. It gives me chills. He had a hard-on too, she said she felt it against her hand, through his jeans. She gently rubbed it a little, as he gave her the orgasm. But, she didn’t have sex with him, she didn’t suck him and she didn’t even undo his jeans to take him properly in her hand.

I must admit, I expected it would either be a totally innocent deep tissue massage or an all out thing, where she ended up having sex with him. Given some of her pre-massage texts with him, about sensual options, and with her New Year’s resolution, I guess I really expected it would have been the latter. It almost didn’t make sense that she didn’t actually have sex with him, I wondered if he just didn’t do that with his clients but she said no, she was pretty sure they would have if she’d turned it that way.

Her resolution, to have a slutty year, probably goes down as the first of several surprises for the year, so far, and that is on top of the enormous surprises of the last few months of last year. It took my wife a very long time to dip her toes into the extramarital fun and games, in fact nothing lime it ever happening was something I had come to terms with. So, even though she has now had sex with a few new guys, the whole slutty thing really didn’t feel like it was her and, hence, it was quite a surprise.

I think one day I’ll post something here about how my fantasies evolved, how I went from saying I would have to be there, knowing everything that went on, then the shift to where I am now. I much prefer her being in control, I love the games she plays, messing with my head (and intense hard-ons), telling me snippets, teasing me until I feel like I’m about to burst. Then, when the moment is right, I sometimes get to hear it all (or as has been the case with one of the guys, join in on the fun).

There’s another deeper fantasy that has evolved, one I have shared with her. I am sure it is triggered by the gut flipping, exquisite and intense rush of jealousy I get every time I see or hear about her with one of her guy friends. There’s this thing, almost in the back of my mind, where I feel like I would love her to have a secret affair. Maybe it comes from before she did dip her toe in, it was almost something I hoped for, something I literally dreamed about.

Anyway, now she knows about it and we joked about making a bit of a game sometime. One where she starts something with a guy and deliberately leaves clues or hints, little things maybe, just to see how long it takes me to cotton on. Ha, I told her I could have some real fun with it if she started, imagine if I picked up on it but didn’t say anything, pretending I didn’t know while she pretended nothing was happening, continuing to leave her subtle little hints, thinking I had missed them.

That will probably not happen (now) but I did learn that my naughty little minx had something just like it planned and, on top of that, she had sort of flipped the game backwards on me. She did the opposite, she made me think more was going on than there actually was. I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that she’d had sex with five other guys in the month of January alone. She most certainly, and very deliberately, led me to believe that was the case, playing her own little game with my emotions and sexual arousal!

Her confessions, about tricking me, came after I asked her some more about that latest massage. I try not to push, I know she’ll tell me things in due course but I couldn’t really understand why it didn’t go further, given her resolution and all. Her answer, said with quite a few giggles shouldn’t have actually surprised me, it was very true to what she has said for a long time. She said he really is quite sexy, she really liked him but she would need to see him more, to make a connection, before she could have sex with him. That connection thing has always been key for her, something she said would make picking a guy up in a bar, or meeting gone from a dating site, almost impossible. She had built it with T, over several years. With G, he is a rare one, like me apparently. She had actually met him once before, and liked him (ok, she thought he was very sexy) plus T talks about him a lot. She didn’t need much more. She felt that connection with him really quickly, and she very soon had her hands full (literally) as she had her first ever threesome, with the two of them.

Now, back to the tricks. I thought she had sex with someone else G knows two days into the new year. She did have yet another threesome with G and T that very evening, but I was convinced this new guy had gotten lucky earlier in the day. I was certain she had told me she had sex with him. I asked her about the connection with him, how that happened so quickly. She laughed, a lot, and said she never even came close to having sex with him, she said she teased me a little bit, I jumped to a conclusion and she played along with it. The conversation went something like this, with lots of laughter mixed in.

“But you said he had a really fat cock and you had never felt one that thick before?”

She replied, I must admit she had stitched me up nicely. “Yes babe, I did. G was teasing me about him. He said he saw him checking me out several times and told me that maybe I should try get the poor guy to bed one day. G was the one who told me he has a really fat dick. I have never seen it and it would be true, if his is fatter than G’s, then I certainly haven’t ever felt one that thick.”

I had to concede, it was clearly one to L, I knew she was right. However, I had another question, or statement.

“But, you went skinny dipping with him, you must have seen it?”

“No sweetheart. I said he was in the pool when I got back to G’s house, nobody ever said he was naked. You asked if I went in the pool and I said yes. Well, I kinda did, I actually just sat on the edge with my legs in the water. You asked what I wore in the pool and I said well, I didn’t take a swimsuit with me did I? It’s not my fault you assumed that meant I went in naked is it? I tricked you my poor baby, and you fell for it.”

I made my last attempt to expose her as a lying, naughty girl. “You said he came really quickly.”

“Yeah, that was a tricky part. I think I actually said he wasn’t a stayer and he went home soon after. He did, he got out of the pool and left soon after.”

I told her I was pretty sure she said something about him cumming quickly, she admits she was having so much fun teasing me that she might have said something along those lines. Anyway, she most certainly won that round, she got me good there!

“He’s not the only one I might have tricked you about,” she said. She went away with G for a couples of nights recently, I was definitely under the impression that she’d had a threesome with him and another mate of his on the Saturday. This time I figured it out much sooner. In reality, she had only said his mate came over, that she liked him and they’d had a lot of fun. Again, she happily let me assume that meant so much more and I, blissfully unaware and totally aroused, thought she’d fill me in on the sordid details in her own good time.

But, I did realise there was something else. She had definitely said they might catch up again, I asked her about that and she said yes, they are going to. She was thinking she might have even have been able to make it a bit of a secret, play that game where she left little little hints. Darn it, I wrecked that one. Anyway, he does know the situation including that she and G have sex and they did exchange numbers. She even showed me some flirty texts they have sent to each other, they have talked about going on a date and she does think there’s a decent chance of a connection and more happening sometime.

Then there’s her regular massage guy, the one she has been seeing for months. She told me they started having sex two visits ago, was that a trick too I wondered. She took my cheeks in her hands, smooshed my face and looked close into my eyes.

“No babe, I actually did tell you I have been having sex with him and I have. But I have known him for many months now, I guess I made my connection. Just so you can be very clear on this, I have had lots of orgasms with him, I have had his dick in my mouth and my pussy and he has cum inside me twice.”

I agreed that it was clear, she certainly left no doubts there!

The last bit of the conversation was about that “slutty” resolution. She is absolutely right, she asked if I really thought she wasn’t actually being that way. She has had sex with three guys, she has an idea she might go on a date with another and just had a total stranger’s hands all over her naked body. On top of that, she has dirty talked a lot, and has told me all sorts of things about her real adventures. She is completely right, it has been a very slutty start to the year, just not as slutty as I believed for a while.

Yeah, I am actually happy about these revelations, it would be fair to say I’m a little relieved. I thought it was all so unlike her but now I see it is far less so than I thought. She has stayed true to herself, well, for the “connection needed” bit at least!

Well played my love, you really got me there. Hook, line and sinker.

PS the conversations aren’t word for word of course, just my recollection on how they went.

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

Immensely

Well. Louise has delivered her list, she has even included some commentary that, in my mind, spices things up even more. We did discuss the number in the list before she finished it, she thought she had less left to do from my original list of ten (two or three, not six). She hadn’t actually come up with seven or eight so it has ended up being a list of twelve. She did say I could choose two to drop off if I wanted, any two except the first one. Haha, as if that is going to happen. This is a copy and paste of what she sent, all I have edited is J’s name and added a few comments in brackets.

1. Have my husband wear a small, tight speedo on the beach. I just want to see you squirm but, I return, I will wear the bikini of your choice. Conditions - this will be during our getaway, the bikini has to be one I already own. (Bloody bitch, but I’ll do it and yes I will squirm. I wonder if she remembers that she has some very small wicked weasel bikinis and some extremely “see through when wet” ones. I feel she is putting too much trust in me, thinking I would be too embarrassed to make her wear one. We will see who squirms the most - mind you we haven’t been speedo shopping yet, I should see the outcome before I make statements. Wait, I should also check too see if she hasn’t hidden or got rid of those bikinis. Game on babe.).

2. Do the card night at J’s. I am scared about this one but it gives me serious goose bumps and I have decided I want to do it.

3. A gang bang. I figured I’d just come out and say it. Thinking about it gets me seriously turned on. If you are ok with it, I want to do it without you there, just so I can relax and really let go. I am sure I will like it and we can do another one with you there if you want to, J said he wants to meet you and he’ll love to do both. Tell me and drop this if it is too much.

4. Have sex in the dunes. I want to do this with you first and, maybe, do it with a stranger too. Your idea of me going for a walk with someone, getting out of sight and you not knowing what I’m doing is really sexy.

5. Do something with that guy at the beach. A blowjob maybe? He could be the stranger in the dunes. Or not. This one is conditional on you having the guts to ask him though. (We were at the nude beach a few weeks ago, a guy walked past us. He was fully naked, heading off for a walk along the beach, it goes for miles. I just figured he might be her type and, also, he has a rather large, fat cock. I told her about him and when I saw him heading back our way, I said she should check him out. She did and I was right, she did find him attractive. I told her she should fuck him, she told me she’d think about it, I thought she was just teasing me. This whole stranger thing is very new).

6. A wild card for you, I really want you to choose something. I doubt that I can’t ever get over my feelings of guilt but I think this will help. Whatever you want, with me, without me, for you, for me. Seriously, anything.

The other six, the ones from my silly, original list that aren’t done yet. I still can’t (or don’t) really believe it, but she said she is determined to do them. There’s no timeline or plan, just determination. I’ll say one thing, if I know Louise that will be enough.

7. Give two guys just a blowjob only.

8. Have an MFF threesome (she even knows there’s a difference between FMF and MFF, she said this has nothing to do with her guilt either, she has always been coy about it and has now said she wants to do it. Now for the hard part, finding the couple for her to do it with).

9. Go braless in public while wearing something a bit see through. (A while ago, I would have said this was no chance, more unlikely that the sex ones even).

10. Have sex with a stranger. (Probably covered by one or two of her new list but we’ll leave it here just in case, she can always tick off multiples).

11. Let a guy feel your bare boobs. (this should actually be easy, if she follows through on the card night thing with J, more about that later).

12. Answer the door bottomless.

Before things umm, let’s say, got a little bit difficult for us, Louise finally paid the “new” guy J a visit. It’s Monday morning now, after a tricky start we ended up having a good day yesterday. We worked through things, we looked forward, booked a holiday and, from there, things got naughty. In short, a very short version, we talked about stopping this hotwife stuff, but neither of us actually want that, and that led to talking about J. We talked about her one time with him and we talked about a few things he had been saying to her, some other things he has “invited” her to do. More on that later.

Her visit to J’s place sounded crazy. So hot and so sexy. I’m weird I guess, I so wish I was there to see it but, conversely, not being there and having my imagination run wild feels like it makes everything even more intense and exciting. I made an off the cuff comment at one stage, I said I should write the story of how I picture some of what had happened. Louise loved the idea, I have written lots of things, for her, that I haven’t posted here. Most of them have been based on her real adventures but, also, some have been totally made up. They are usually based on dreams or a simple comment somewhere along the line). I sometimes send them to her when I’m away, some of them get her very turned on and I get some sexy comments in return. So yeah, she said I had to write it.

We had some nice, loving couple sex last night. Then I stayed up late, writing it. She read it once this morning, over breakfast. She’s gone to work now (I have a day off), before she left she told me my story was close in some ways but I had made it sound hotter than she even remembered it. So, here it is - based on reality but embellished by my dirty mind.

……….

It didn’t take long before your texts with him turned into some late night phone calls, he brought out a hidden side in you, the naughty girl had certainly surfaced but even you didn’t expect it to explode through it the way it did.

You always loved a slap on the arse, you sometimes wondered what taking it a little further would be like. He started to talk you into trying something, just come over and let me show you a few things, if you don’t like it we’ll stop immediately. There was even a safe word, one you came up with just in case he thought you were playing when you asked him to stop.

You went to his place on a Saturday afternoon, I was away, working late every night. You decided not to tell me your plans, you could see plenty of opportunities to twist me into a ball of knots with this one.

You were full of confidence on the phone the night before. After a few margaritas, you told him you couldn’t wait to show him what you could take and give out in return. The truth is you were a bundle of nerves when you stepped out of the cab, you almost told the driver to take you back home.

You could barely feel your legs as you made your way to his front door, you didn’t push the door bell, you were so nervous and figured could call another driver without him even knowing you had actually arrived.

You jumped when the door opened, startled at his unexpected presence, right there in front of you. It was like he had read your mind somewhere during those conversation, he had on your favourite outfit. A pair of blue jeans and nothing else. He looked even sexier than he had in the photos he’d shared, better even than the beach photo from his Facebook page.

Luckily, he had seen you walk up the steps to his very impressive looking house, he opened the door just before you would have turned to walk away. His smile helped too, he held the door open for you and you looked inside, wow, the staircase alone was amazing. You decided to go inside, you knew you could stop it at any time, you had seen in his face the confirmation you needed, he could be trusted.

“Hey, you look gorgeous,” he said. “I’m running a little late I’m sorry, I was just getting changed when you pulled up.”

You remembered your promise to yourself. During all that talk, the margaritas had made you brave and you were determined to take it up to him today.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said, looking into his eyes. “Just blue jeans is my favourite outfit on a hunky guy like you.”

You let you fingers lightly graze his hip as you stepped inside the door. It was true, hunky was the right word. He must have last shaved the morning before, his dark stubble highlighted his dimples and his blue eyes. Oh yes, his shoulders and arms, your biggest visual aphrodisiac, they were even better than you imagined. You already pictured yourself touching them, the thought of running your hands along the big arms, over his tattooed shoulders and onto his muscular chest had you covered in goosebumps before you had even finished walking through his front door.

His house was stunning, you found it hard to believe there isn’t a woman in his life. Well, a permanent woman at least. The outdoor area was amazing too, he led you outside and sat you under a little cabana by the pool. A bottle of wine and two glasses were taken from a wide, glass doored under counter fridge, he must have remembered your favourite white.

“I take it one of these will be ok gorgeous, is it a little early for a margarita?”

Of course he knew of your margarita love, they would come later in the night. He had made up a food platter too, the two of you sat by his pool for two hours, just chatting and nibbling on the late lunch. The bottle of wine became two, you were just a little bit light headed and very care free when he reached down to take your foot, resting it in his lap, holding it with both hands. You had told him all about your love of massages, foot massages in particular, and were treated to a very special ten or fifteen minutes on each side.

He was in no hurry, he had a plan and he could tell you were becoming much more at ease. You had fully relaxed and had even started to pick up on a bit of the innuendo in things he said. He could see his “margarita girl” was awakening, it was only white wine but, even so, you were starting to be more like that late night phone call version of you.

You knew it too, after all you had arrived there with your own plan. Well, maybe it was more of an intent than a plan but, either way, you didn’t need that margarita to move beyond your flirty stage. You had decided you were ready to go inside and you turned your foot, just a little, so you could press your toes against the growing bulge in his jeans, making sure he knew it too.

He took your hand and said it was time to show you something. You followed, holding his fingers tightly, nervous again as he led you up those stairs and into a room at the back of his house. It was his own personal dungeon.

Despite your determination, and what you had said on the phone, your bravado had all fallen away. You happily and totally submitted to him. It was what you really wanted.

You stood there shaking as he slowly and gently undressed you. He didn’t make any moves to touch you as he exposed more of you, he just looked, those eyes at least telling you he liked what he saw. It was like he had gotten a bit lost in the moment too but, suddenly, he must have remembered his own words, the way he had described the control he would have over you. You saw a little smile, one that made those dimples pop as he changed gears, quickly becoming firmer. he was much more like the master you expected as he blind folded you and firmly guided you to the bed, the one you had noticed in in the corner of the room.

The sashes you had spotted soon had each of your limbs secured to a corner of the bed. You were on your back, spread eagled, heart pounding in your chest. You strained to see something through the tiny gap the blindfold left under each eye, but there nothing to see.

He left you like that for a good fifteen minutes, mostly he was quiet, all you knew was that he was there. Occasionally he made a noise, deliberately, keeping you tense, making you guess at what he was doing.

There was a swishing sound, it had to be one of his whips but what was he doing with it.

There was a ruffling sound, followed by the unmistakable sound of a kettle boiling water. What was that about you wondered? The goose bumps rose again, all over you, this time caused more by fear than any kind of arousal or sexual tension.

What was he doing?

There was more silence, then more soft noises, was he getting undressed?

Yes, that had to be a zip, he must be taking off his jeans.

Or was he, maybe he was putting something on?

More silence.

Then you jumped, startled as a drop of something hot landed on your thigh, right before you noticed a strong coconut fragrance, drawn into your nose and lungs by your heavy breathing.

It was at least two more minutes before the next drop landed, a little higher on the same leg. More drops followed, then it turned into a trickle as you finally realised it was warm oil that he was applying.

He massaged your legs then, he did it hard to, making you writhe under his touch. You were naked, your legs were pulled apart but he never touched you there, not then anyway, not during the massage.

Not even when he untied you and made you turn over before he tied you to the bed again, face down this time.

You waited a couple of minutes again, there were more mystery sounds before the ritual started again. First one drop of oil to the back of your thigh, it felt even hotter than the first time. Then another, and another, the drops turning into a trickle again. This time he covered your legs, arse and lower back in the hot, fragrant oil.

Once again the massage, blissfully hard, bordering on painful. Again you writhed under his touch, sticking your oily arse up into the air, as far as it would go with your arms and legs tied as they were, as he ran his thumbs deep into the muscle along the outsides of your legs.

Then he stopped, you were sure you heard him leave the room. The truth was that he went for a drink of water and a visit to the bathroom, he told you that later. He took his time, he knew you had no idea what would happen next.

He knew the anticipation, the tense fear would be building within you. Every minute he was gone.

You didn’t even hear him come back into the room again, you just heard that swish again, a fraction of a second before you felt it’s sting, on the left cheek of your oily arse.

Your first thought was that he had whipped your bottom but you quickly realised it wasn’t your pretty little bottom at all, it was your fucking arse that he had whipped and he owned as much of it as he liked.

You had been sacred but any thoughts of using the safe word vanished, all your fears, all your other thoughts and emotions were quickly replaced by nothing but intense excitement, you were desperate for that swish and the sting again, and he knew it.

It was a full five minutes before you were blessed with it, this time it landed in the middle of your right cheek. It was quickly followed by another, lower this time, it landed high on your right thigh, wrapping around your leg to sting you right where he had earlier probed so hard with his strong thumbs.

You’d cried out, just softly, with both of them. They stung, in a deliciously exciting way.

The fourth lash, which landed across both your arse cheeks, was met with more of a moan than a cry. He only gave you a few more at that point, one low on your leg, one on your lower back.

They were actually only very light, he was just testing you, exploring what you were capable of taking, looking for signs of how you felt about it.

You writhed again, pushing your arse into the air, he knew from that response that you were enjoying all of it, he could also see you were getting very wet, the glistening on your spread lips told him you were loving it.

The last one was harder, quite a lot harder. You moaned loudly that time, “oh fuck yes,” he heard you say, barely whispered after the deep, louder, guttural moan.

He knew he had you in exactly the right place.

You felt, rather than heard, him move to the side of the bed. You waited, you expected, no you wanted to feel the sting again, right on your arse. But no, you realised he was untying you, the ties to your right side went loose first, then he moved again and you felt the left side ones loosen. The sashes were still in place though, they were just no longer connected to the bed.

He said just one word.

“Stand.”

You did as you were told and he led you by the arm, firmly, across the room.

You had earlier noticed what looked like a wide, knee high, embossed leather ottoman. You realised that was what he had led you to. Guiding you by the arm, he positioned you at one of end of it before he firmly pushed against your upper back, commanding you to lie down. You heard him working and felt the ties on all four limbs tighten again. He had tied you so your torso laid across the leather top, your knees were on the ground, pulled apart by the manner in which he had retied you. You could touch the ground with your fingers, your chin could rest on the edge of the leather, you could feel the raised seam under it and realised your head was right at the far end of the piece of furniture.

You expected it then, the swish and the sting came, but this was different. It felt more like a smack than being whipped. You couldn’t help but moan, it felt so good. He did it again, and then again, over the next ten minutes you lost count but he smacked your arse another eight times, each one made the goose bumps rise and your pussy a little wetter.

Then he started to touch you, everywhere. His palms rubbed across your back, you arse and your head. His fingers probed you, they poked and kneaded, they were in your pussy before they were in your mouth. Soon after, you heard the zip again and you felt the unmistakable sensation of a hard dick pressing against your labia. You did not resist, you wanted it, you craved to feel him inside you.

Deprived of your sight, in a silent room, you just wanted to be fucked.

But not yet he had decided, you felt a finger, then his dick pushing against your arse, you did not want him in there but, more so, you were not going to say the word, not yet.

He read your response though, he could tell, he knew he would take your arse one day, just not today.

He moved again, this time he lifted the blindfold from your eyes as he knelt in front of you. It was the first time you had seen him in well over an hour, the leather pants he had put on were unzipped and his cock was briefly there, right in front of your face. But he stood back up, even before your eyes had adjusted to the bright lights of the room.

Swish, smack, the paddle you had seen in his hand landed on your arse, once again you gasped at the sting, the slaps were getting harder to take.

But still you enjoyed them so much.

He knelt in front of you again, almost without thought, acting on some sort of primal impulse, you strained forward and managed to make light contact, your lips briefly brushing the underside of his erect penis. He stood again, and moved away, this time returning with a multi strapped leather whip in his hand.

He ran those straps across your face, then flicked his wrist to give a light but stinging blow to the middle of your back.

He pushed the blindfold back down, taking away your sight again. You had no idea what would happen next, but when he knelt in front of you again you just knew it would only be for a brief moment.

It was a little different that time, he took the sides of your face in his hands and barely waited for your lips to part before he pushed himself into your mouth. You groaned loudly, sucking him in greedily, trying to hold him in place as you felt him start to slowly withdraw himself from your throat, your mouth and, finally, your lips.

You didn’t see him smile down at you, fondly, as you whimpered, wishing he was still in your mouth.

You desperately wanted more, if you had been in control you could have pushed him back onto that bed, you could have teased him with your tongue. You could have kissed the head of his dick and licked at the pre-cum you just knew you could have squeezed from him.

But you were blind, surrounded by silence as you could only imagine kissing your way up that hard, flat stomach. You knew you would bite his nipples, graze your teeth across his chin, feel his stubble on your cheek as you took him inside you.

That was what you wanted at that moment, just him. Inside you.

More than anything.

He knew it too. Your whimpers, the moans, the way you twitched at the tiny noises he made.

He moved to stand behind you. He dragged his toe across the carpet, the soft sound giving you enough information to know where he was. He saw the muscles in your back and thighs flex, as you involuntarily rolled your hips to offer yourself to him.

He quietly knelt behind you as he gazed at your open wetness, a mix of you and the oil offering him a treat that he was dying to taste. He kept his control though, as your master he knew it was time to take you, not taste you.

His cock twitched as he took himself in his right hand, squeezing, making his dick even harder as he lined up behind you.

He was ready to own you. You were ready to be owned.

.

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.

Big fight again last night, followed by loads of dirty talking during some hot sex. I am so confused, such conflicting emotions.

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.

Insecurities?

This whole thing is a bit of a jumble in my head, I hope I can make some sense of it here. I’ll start with something brief about Louise, especially about the Louise of a few years past. Whilst you could never describe her as a prude (obviously), it might surprise to say that Louise has a very strong conservative, or reserved, streak. Whilst there’s always been a private (mainly in bedroom) wild girl in there, it was never an outward thing. She has always dressed very conservatively, as an example getting her to show off some of her ample and sexy cleavage has always been a challenge. I have always tried to encourage her to let the sexy out but, equally, have always tried to respect her choices in the matter. That’s not to say we haven’t talked about it, we certainly have, at length. But, I suppose, I did not do a very good job of letting her know how I felt, not from the perspective of just how sexy she is to me nor from getting her to truly understand how big a turn on it is, for me, when she has done her sexy things.

I’m no psychologist, and I don’t intend to try to be on here, but I will share a couple of thoughts. Louise had a pretty conservative upbringing, there was lots of church, lots of “conditioning” about being a lady, all that stuff like sex before marriage being sinful and so on. Not that there was anything wrong with it, then or looking back now. I love her dear mom to death in fact, it is simply just part of her reality. Then there was her partner before me. He was a super jealous type, he wanted her to look pretty, and even sexy, but she was never “allowed” to wear dresses as short as she should have. The good old cleavage was totally out of the question too. She was “allowed” to wear bikinis at the beach, but they had to be conservative ones. She had even told me a story about how she wanted to get more of a tan and had bought her first skimpy-ish bikini, thinking he might be ok with it once he saw it. Well, he wasn’t but, good for her, it didn’t stop her wearing it a few times when he wasn’t around.

It is totally different with me. I desperately want her to wear little bikinis, see through ones too. Short dresses, cleavage, sexy underwear - all fantasy stuff. Of course she knew all of that, I have written about some games about dares we’ve messed with, and loads of them were based on such things. I have written the whole story about one of the most adventurous times, an especially naughty and one, and it’s fair to say that every now and then she would surprise me with something sexy. Not often as sexy or naughty as that day, nowhere near it in fact, but still more than enough to stir my pulse up a ton. We do go to the nude beach a lot, she has done some sexy bend over type of stuff, just at the right time. She has worn some moderately see through dresses without underwear on occasion. Things like that. But, from my perspective, such exciting things have been few and far between.

But, as I said, she certainly is not a prude. To give the balance of it, I’d say she is like 90% shy and conservative, 10% sexy and wild thing. That’s now, a few years ago it would have been more like 95/5, when we first met it was probably 99/1. That’s in public of course, she was awkward quite wild in private, from the time we met. Well, as far as monogamous wild goes at least.

One afternoon, a few weeks before Christmas, we were talking about this kind of subject matter. I guess she was right, actually I don’t guess, I know she was. I’m not proud of it but I had gotten a bit surly, we went to the beach that particular morning and things didn’t pan out like spoiled me had anticipated. We’d shared a bottle of wine the night before, things had gotten sexy and she said she would wear one of her rather see through cover ups to the beach the next day. She was going to wear one of my favourite bikinis under it and had even accepted a little dare to walk back from the nude beach without the bikini bottom on under the cover up. I guess I got my hopes up a little too much and was disappointed when she didn’t go through with it the next day. She called me on my surliness, fair enough too, and asked me why it mattered so much to me. She actually said she didn’t understand why I would sulk just because my wife decided not to “show her arse and pussy to every man and his dog in the beach car park.” That was the gist of it, that and a fair bit more too. Deservedly.

Maybe I had never picked the right words before, maybe she just hadn’t heard them. More likely, I was too careful with what I had said, always trying to not overstep things. But, regardless of why, my true and naughty feelings about it came out that afternoon and I think she heard them. Fully.

Oh, duh, before I go on, there is another factor that held Louise back. Insecurity. We’re not exactly spring chickens anymore and Louise just does not (maybe did not, we’ll see) believe that a woman of her age should be flaunting anything more than a bit of leg. Mostly lower leg at that. Haha. Most of the time she just does not think she looks sexy, she doesn’t like a few things about her body and that seriously adds to her reluctance.

So, back to the conversation of that afternoon. I wouldn’t say it got heated but we did express ourselves with some animation. She called herself a “fucking old woman,” and said it would be ridiculous to run around in g-string bikinis and naked under see through dresses, especially looking the way she does.

Oh, somewhere during the conversation, she also asked if I’d be happier if I was married to some “fucking exhibitionist.”

At first I just tried to clarify that I had never asked for g-strings. I guess, in all fairness, I did comment a lot about her thong bikini. But I thought she knew what I liked and I really just meant a couple of bikinis that are a little bit cheeky in the back, and they show her boobs a bit better than the full cover wired up things. Then I got the guilts, I felt really bad for pushing her to do something she didn’t want to do. She said something about how she would love to if she still felt sexy and I told her I didn’t really understand that, I think she is still very sexy and I said how I have been proud of her every time she has shown off, a little or a lot. I said I am always proud to be with her and how lucky I still feel to have found her. I told her I am proud to be beside her when we go out, how I am proud to walk down the beach with her, in any bikini and how I’d be over the moon proud for her in her cheeky ones. Something like that.

She said she didn’t know that and she thanked me for saying those nice things. It got me a little bit frustrated again, to be honest. I have said it many times and, once again, I tried to tell her I wasn’t just saying it, I meant it and I do.

We were good though, we ended up nearly getting it on in the pool and had some very satisfying, loving sex that night. I thought that was the end of it.

Then I went out for a few beers one afternoon, a couple of days later, with a few mates. We ended up staying out way longer than I had expected, I didn’t get home until nearly midnight. I had texted Lou to tell her, no issues there, and my late night meant that she ended up talking to Tom.

I actually want to write the whole background story to Tom sometime, just to get it all out for myself really. For now though, he did something he also did for Louise quite a while go. He made her feel good and, while doing so, he totally reinforced the things I had been trying to tell her. She told me a good deal about their conversation, this is obviously third hand but I think I’d have it pretty close. They had gotten on to our conversation, she asked him to tell her what he truthfully thinks.

He told her yes and so what she if is her fifties. He told her most men wouldn’t believe if they knew. I think that is true by the way, and have said it myself, several times. He told her yes, she has a body that shows she has had children and, again, so what. He told her he thinks she is incredibly sexy (something he told her years ago too) and, best of all, he told her off. Well, sort of.

“Louise, how do you think he feels (me) when you don’t believe it when he says your sexy. Your husband is not only complimenting you, he is telling you that in his eyes you are the sexiest woman in the world. For fucks sake, from what has he said about what we do, your sexiness and your sexuality is all he thinks about.”

Something like that anyway, whatever the exact words were he nailed it. Haha, it proved that they talk more about me than I ever knew too.

He also said something like, “do you really think I would have tried to fuck you for years, that I’d still be want to fuck you all the time if you weren’t.”

Somewhere in the conversation they talked about a very cheeky red bikini she has and the only time she ever really wore it in public. It was at a resort pool a couple of years ago. I totally busted a guy, who was at least ten years younger than us, getting a really good look at her arse (in all fairness she was basically on her knees, in doggy position, adjusting her towel when he walked behind her, right as I got back from the bar). Anyway, I took photos of her in that bikini, and she hates them, she says her arse look huge, she hates her cellulite and so on.

But, that night, when they talked, she sent a couple of the photos to Tom. He can be a dirty bugger (something she loves) and he told her he was going to jerk off to them when they got off the phone. He actually texted her later and told her he should have sent a cab to pick her up, jerking off was good but he would have preferred the real thing. Well, lucky him, his talk got her quite hot and bothered and he did get some the next day, when I was too hungover to do much at all.

Oh yeah, she also got a happy new year message from Grant, one that also made her feel good. Now, I would not be surprised if our Tom put him up to it, or mentioned something but, either way, he did well. He told her “happy new year sexy” and that he missed her “hot arse.” The latter comment came after a few more texts that make me wonder if we might still see some more of Grant yet. I do hope so.

From there, things have changed, just a little bit at least. We had our Christmas away and she caught a really bad flu on the way home. But she is feeling better now, finally, and we’ve had some nice times around the pool over this last week. I an exciting development (for me), she has started wearing a couple of her tiny little, very see through “dresses” around the house (they’re barely big enough to be t-shirts). She knew they are my favourites and that I always wanted her to wear them more, even just for me at home. That’s really all that has happened with it but it has had my blood flowing southwards in a very nice way.

We haven’t been yet, but she also hinted she would be wearing a sexy, new bikini next time we go to the beach. I almost don’t want to go the nude beach, so that I can see her in it the whole time!

Then, we stood outside yesterday afternoon, out the front of our house while the dog went for a pee. She had on one of the little dresses and hugged me. I had my hand up her dress, on her arse, anyone who went past would have gotten a good look and she did not care at all. She even said maybe the guy across the street saw from his window and how she’d bet I liked that. She was right, my downstairs mate showed her just how much I liked it too.

Then, when we went to bed, she said she had not forgotten her six in six month promise she’d made (to do six out of ten dares in six months) and she also said she is still determined and confident. Even though three months have already flown by. This wasn’t the intent of this note but I feel like doing a check in, sorry.

1. Have sex with more guys since you've been married than you had sex with before. - She only needs one more and I am fairly sure something with J is just around the corner.

2. Give two guys just a blowjob only. - No idea how she could arrange this. They don’t have to be together but just finding two is tricky.

3. Have an MFF threesome. - I reckon almost no chance in my lifetime, let alone the next few months.

4. Let me watch her get an erotic massage. - This turned out to be easy, she arranged it the day after I had decided on my top ten list. It was quite simple really, it just required me to tag along for a visit to her regular masseur, some thing we already knew he was ok with. We did it a couple of days later and it was amazing).

5. Wear a bikini that goes see through when wet, then get wet. Or wear a very small or micro bikini. - I relented on this one a little, she has several cheeky bikinis with sexy tops and I said any of those will more that suffice. Her new one fits the bill perfectly.

6. Go braless in public while wearing something a bit see through - no chance, unfortunately.

7. Have someone cum on you and pic for hubby or give someone a blowjob and pic for hubby. - in her words - easy.

8. Have sex with a stranger. - This is something that would have been out of the question until very recently, now she is dirty talking about it and getting turned on by the thought. We just have to come across someone, at the right time, in the right moment, who meets her justifiably picky tastes. I think it will be difficult.

9. Let a guy feel your bare boobs - made more difficult by me qualifying that it has to be someone new and not someone she has sex with.

10. Answer the door bottomless - it’s just the silly old pizza dare and I don’t know why, but I have a hunch this might happen. It’s relatively easy, from a logistics perspective and there’s more chance of this than going braless I reckon.

Will, that’s it. My intent was really just to talk about her little insecurities and how the two guys, Tom especially, may well have helped her overcome them. I ended up adding more, as usual, including the dares stuff. But, seeing how I did mention it, one (number 4) from the targeted six isn’t her ideal score at the half way point. I’m almost certain she is going to get number 1 soon, with the guy J that she has been talking to. In fact, if she hadn’t got sick I reckon she would have been with him during my recent work trip away. I’d say 5 and 7 will be easy, can she get two more? Haha, all in all it doesn’t matter, it is all just a bit of fun and spice to add to the adventure we’re on. She is definitely feeling good about herself again, after a serious lull that I didn’t really see or understand and that is the best thing so far this year!

Footnote: we tried to make plans to head away for our January holiday weekend, we almost got there too, until she found she had to work until late today (the Friday). I am still sure she is up to something and I have a hunch the weekend had something to do with it. I’m not asking though. The surprise, when it comes, will be worth the almost agonising wait.