My Wife And I Had An Incredibly Interesting Conversation Last Night, One That Made Me Feel A Little Bit

Life wouldn’t be quite as amazing if we hadn’t and didn’t continue to do so now.

Started doing this very early in our marriage and it has set the path for some of the greatest sexual escapades for us.

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

Well, to stay things have quietened down since June would be quite the understatement. Louise met up with Grant in early June, when he came back to our home city for a long weekend. She stayed the night with him on the Saturday and got home just after noon on the Sunday, she was a rather tired girl.

Then, a couple of weeks later, she slept with Tom for one last time, her first and easily closest FWB. They had chatted during the week and Tom told her that he was thinking of trying to get a bit more serious with another woman that he had started dating (Louise did know about her). I was away at work and he took her back to the hotel where they first slept together. She told me she cried a little in the morning too, nothing to surprise me as I have known she has felt quite close to Tom for a while now. There’s nothing to threaten me in their closeness by the way, they were good friends to begin with and grew a little closer since things became physical between them. It was actually harder for Tom apparently, he had gotten to the point where he was quite jealous of the time Louise spent with his mate Grant and even the massages she has been having. Anyway, time will tell if things work out with his new lady I guess, I’m pretty certain Lou would be quite than willing for their little relationship to kick back off if it doesn’t work out.

Now Grant is in a similar boat, just a few weeks ago he told Louise he was bringing someone with him next time he came back home. He actually said he’s not fully serious yet and wanted to still see Louise, but she won’t have it like that. It’s not that she expects guys to be exclusive of course but she doesn’t want to have anything to do with them playing around on someone they’re in a relationship with. She did say things were cooling off with Grant anyway, her night with him in June was still fun (and she did have some amazing orgasms) but there’s just not the same spark, or connection, she really needs to keep it going. Like the sex was really fun but now let’s move on kind of situation.

That same thing happened even quicker with my friend Steve. The messed around a few times and then just stopped, we’re both sure he was a bit weirded out by having sex with his mates wife and, again, the connection (other than being friends) wasn’t really there. It was probably just right to finish up as it was, which is not to say something might not happen at another time of course.

Although the visits have been much less frequent that they were for a while, her massage guy is still in the wings. She has just found it harder to get the time to treat herself of late, things have been really busy with her work and, ironically I guess, I have been away with work more often which actually makes it harder for her to find the time to have a little fun (just by me not being around to share the load of being a mother and housekeeper). But, I’m home now for a few weeks and she does have an appointment next week.

So, with all of that, the intense sexual excitement between the two of us has also waned, just a little bit. I got home from my latest work trip just a couple of days ago, and did get a very welcome blowjob in the spa by the way.

Louise raised the subject, while we were still in the spa, just after that blowjob. As she usually does, she started off by asking me how I was feeling about things, was I having any regrets over what we have been doing for the last year or so. Of course I haven’t, no regrets whatsoever and I told her, if anything, I was hoping things would pick up for her somehow, sometime soon. She had been thinking along similar lines and told me she had some ideas

First of all, she reminded me of the sexual bucket list I sent her a few years ago. She had deleted it, out of her usual fear of someone (our children) finding it in her emails and wanted to know if I still had a copy. She said it might be fun to see how many items we would tick off as done now and, also, went on to suggest something new to do with it. I have now been tasked with getting the list ready for our first day of the beach for this coming summer season (I’m really hoping for some warm weather very soon!). We do talk about sex a lot when we’re together at the beach, it’s our little thing I guess, and she wants us to do a couple of things with the list. First of all is to go through it and talk about all the things that have been done, have some fun recounting a few things. I have to tell her my top three moments from all of it too, and the three biggest turn ons. That is going to be hard but not as hard as finding the three things I liked the least.

Then she told me to pick a number between one and ten. I’m dumb as a post sometimes, I wish I had chosen ten, or even nine but I said six. Then she told me I have to pick the top ten things from my bucket list (I am allowed to add new ones if I think of them) and she will do her absolute best to do six (my chosen number) over the next six months. You know, I very nearly said three, I’m so glad I didn’t.

So, I have some work to do, especially with trying to be creative with picking my next top ten from the bucket list!

Actually, I think it’s eleven now. I’ll have to check if all of them came in her mouth though…

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.

On New Year’s Eve, my wife told me her resolution is to have the sluttiest year ever. She is going to make up for lost time and is loving the bonus of having the most attentive and horny husband ever. Well, we’re only one month in and she is certainly living up to the resolution, amazingly so. I have several stories that I want to tell already but I had already decided to get to it and write up our backlog of amazing events.

So, I guess this is Part 2 of my story, it happened in September 2023, it was when my biggest fantasy became reality. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to use their real names here, I can’t imagine they’ll ever read it or that anyone would recognise them but, still, I can’t. So, the names are fictional, except for the occasional first initial that is. L is my wife. T is the guy she gave the blowjob to, and went to the concert with. G is his friend, the one who joined them for the threesome (all described in my first blog story somewhere below).

It all started with me dropping my wife off, for drinks and dinner with her friend, at 5:30 one Saturday evening. There was supposed to be three of them but one of the girls had a bad headache all day and didn’t go. So, it was just the two of them. Then, just after 8:30pm, I got a call from L’s phone, except it wasn’t her on the other end, it was her friend. I absolutely shit myself at first, thinking something was wrong but then the friend, quite drunk, told me she just wanted to tell me that I knew she had always loved me (as her friend’s husband, she always gets sloppy like that), but now she thinks I am “the coolest fucking husband ever.” Yeah, uh oh, she knows something I thought. Short version, G texted my wife while they were eating dinner, she needs to change her message banners as her friend saw that it started with “Hey sexy.” From there I guess she made L tell her everything and also, as I found out later, “made” her reply to the text. I can just imagine the pair of them doing it too, wicked to the core.

In the call to me she told me that L wants to go around and fuck her new boyfriend and that they want to do it rough. L took the phone then, told me she didn’t and that her friend was drunk and exaggerating. My wife can handle a few drinks but she didn’t sound all that much less wasted than her friend by the way. She told me everything was great, they’d been having fun and she would catch a cab in about an hour. I told her no way, I’d come and pick them both up about then, in an hour’s time.

It was about a 30 minute drive to where they were, and then another 15 minute sideways detour to the friend’s house. She was funny, she promised at least ten times not to tell anyone, not even her husband and spent the rest of the time telling me how I should take my wife straight over to G’s house to get her ass slapped. That is something my wife does really like, a smack on the ass. Then she got L to show me a photo, one he had sent during the night. I only got a fairly quick look, enough to see it was a guy (it was actually the first time I had seen what he looks like) with a whip in his hand. There was a girl on hands and knees on a bed, with his dick in her mouth. L had told me he is well endowed but I realised then that his dick is bigger than I’d even guessed.

We dropped the friend off, I walked her to the door, said goodnight to her and her hubby and left. My wife told me a bit more about the texts, how her friend had egged her on a bit. I didn’t get to actually see them until the next day, but she said he had asked her to drop by, after she was finished with drinks. After a few more texts L said she “couldn’t”, she wanted it rough and didn’t want to hurt him. Haha. It went back and forth a bit and then he sent the picture. I started to tease her, about taking her around there, hoping she’d say yes of course. She said no at first, she was really horny and wanted to get me home to suck my dick and fuck me. It wasn’t hard to get her to own up that it wasn’t me that got her that way, then I got her to text him, see if he was still up. She didn’t say anything much for a few minutes, then just told me an address, if I really meant it.

Wow, did I get an attack of the butterflies, I was so nervous, thinking we would both be going in at first. I said something about it and she said she’d just text him, she was sure it was ok but they had just been talking about her. I stopped her, from texting him, I told her I wasn’t ready for that yet. In truth, I really wanted it but it was also true, I wasn’t ready for it like that. For a start, I’d felt I’d want to get hold of some blue pills, make sure my nerves didn’t get the better of me, haha!

In the end, it turned out for the best, just perfect in fact.

So, I dropped her off at just after 10:15. I got a big kiss before she got out of the car, I had my hand up her dress and she was right, she was very horny. Very wet too. She waved to me at the door, as I was backing out of his driveway. I decided not to wait to see if I’d get a glimpse of him as he let her in.

I reckon I got 100m down the road when a thought occurred to me. My early hotwife fantasies were strongly centred around two main events, my wife getting fucked by a masseur and her sneaking off to fuck someone at a party, I’d notice and watch her through a window. I wondered if I could sneak back to his house and find that window, to watch them through.

I didn’t though, I totally chickened out, I didn’t even turn the car off truth be told.

Ha, I did, however, tell L about my thoughts the next day. She has since made sure I got my wish, albeit without the sense of her not knowing I was doing it. That’s part of a story for another day.

So, I just drove home and went to bed. I laid there, I jerked off and laid there some more. Then I got up and paced around the house, I laid there and I paced some more. She sent me a text just after midnight asking if everything was ok. I was so tempted to keep messaging her, asking her what was happening and so on, but I managed to leave her be. I watched tv, I lost the battle to not jerk off a second time, I pretty much did everything but sleep.

Eventually the sun came up. I waited another hour or so before sending her a message, to tell her I would pick her up when she was ready. Take your time I said, not really meaning it. She answered me almost another hour later, to say come on over and that I had to come in for coffee. That got my heart pounding even harder than it already had been.

When I got there they both came out together, my wife was just wearing a t-shirt of his. I could see she didn’t have her bra on and soon found out that she had nothing on underneath it. She told me they had both decided that I had to meet and get to know him. It was so hot, right from the start. We barely got inside his house and she lifted up the t-shirt. He slapped her on the ass, pretty firmly too, enough to leave a bit of a red hand mark. She moaned and said “love it,” then told me they had decided they would do that for me. A while ago L and I joked about her needing to see some sort of bondage master and I wondered if I could actually handle seeing someone hit her. It was so fucking hot, at least that slap on the bum was. I’m still not sure about anything else though, maybe one day I’ll find out.

We sat out the back of his place, on his outdoor couches, for the coffee. L sat next to me at first, kinda cross legged with one knee resting on me, pussy fully on display for both of us. That was enough to make me hard by the way. After the coffee she said she had an idea and she moved to sit next to him. She pulled his cock out and starting licking it, looking at me, perfectly like I’ve always dreamed. Yes, his cock is indeed big. She started sucking him, getting into the blowjob, just looking at me every now and then. Then she asked him if we could go inside. We went to his bedroom, she got him to lay down and went back to sucking him while I fucked her from behind. I did a good job too, I think I lasted all of a couple of minutes (if that), haha, I remember wondering if I’d ever stop cumming like a teenager again! After I came, she got on top of him and I sat on the bed, watching her ride him. I got to watch closely as she reached her orgasm, courtesy of another guy’s cock, then I watched his dick just as closely, twitching as he came inside her.

He and I chatted a little while she cleaned up, she wore his t-shirt home and nothing else. While she was in the shower (at home), I wrote and sent a message to a tumblr friend, with my hands shaking so much it was hard to type. Yes, reliving the morning’s events also had my heart pounding out of my chest, sending plenty of blood flow back to you know where too.

She got out of the shower and came to me in her towel, teasing me about my hard on, wondering if I needed another round. I told her I was surprised she wasn’t sore, and asked if he didn’t fuck her well enough? She said “babe, the amount of fucking I’ve been doing lately, it’s all good.” I assumed then that meant he might have, it was certainly confirmed later.

It felt like it was the best day ever, it was just incredible, the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done. Until the first blowjob with T, I guess I’d had serious doubts about whether I’d truly enjoy the experience, if she ever was with another guy. After that, then the night with him, followed by their threesome, my doubts had faded to smaller ones, just about how I’d feel if I actually saw the love of my life with another cock. Yes, I absolutely felt jealousy, my word I did. It was very strong too, it made my guts churn and, literally, my palms sweat bucket loads. But it was an exquisite jealousy, strong emotions that are hard to describe, ones that made my heart pound and my cock as hard as a rock. It is a jealousy that I crave now, one that I suppose I am totally addicted to.

I have had no doubts whatsoever since that morning, I still feel the exquisite pangs of jealousy but she is always so sexy when she has been with another guy. She always is but those moments are so hot and I love every second of them.

Definitely….

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