My Word Yes. I Love Any Time She Looks Beautiful, Sexy Or (sometimes) A Little Bit Naughty.

It always has, even when I suspected my wife was “cheating” on me. It still does today.

Interesting that I should come across this one after what happened last night for us! I’ll try to keep it short.

Louise went for drinks with the girls from work, she got home just after 9pm and basically dragged me straight to bed. She was very horny and very wet, so much so that I figured she must have stopped off at Tom’s on the way home or, better still, done something with someone else. It was neither though, she was just thinking about how lucky she was during her uber ride home. She said having an attentive and horny husband, and a handsome, sexy lover on the side might just be “the ideal situation” for all wives. As usual, with Louise, she must have sensed that I felt differently, at first she thought I wasn’t happy with the situation, which is not true at all. I am very happy, I just wouldn’t describe it as my ideal and we talked about that a bit more.

I don’t really know what it would be but I think we were closer to my “ideal” 9 months or so ago, when things were also at their hottest with Grant. One thing that is missing now is participation for me, being there to join in or just to watch occasionally. Tom doesn’t want that and, truthfully, I don’t want to be there with them either. Not anymore at least. Also, I think her break from Tom, while he was dating someone, was good for them. Things had normalised a bit, the fire had died down somewhat but now, after the break, it is at full on intensity again. Maybe even hotter than it ever was between them.

So, for me my ideal situation, as described to Louise before we feel asleep last night, would be for her to have several lovers on the side. They would each bring something different for her - Tom to bring the sensual, affair-style lover to the table, Grant to bring the big dick hard fucking and then one or two others to keep the variety and excitement alive. Maybe she’d even have a few months off from each of them every now and then, see if the same thing happened as has with Tom.

Plus, being greedy, I said my ideal would also include other guys. Short term flings like with my mate Steve. One night stands and I added, a little tentatively, threesomes and moresomes every now and then. I didn’t even get a slap (which I expected) for that and she reminded me there is still also Tony, her masseur, and the promise of more threesomes with him.

I was feeling bold so I added “more masseurs” to the list too. I reckon, “mmm, that would be really nice,” was the last thing she said before she fell asleep.

I was hard and could have gone again and I lay there for quite a while before I too fell asleep, wondering what might happen next. There’s lots of scenarios running through my head, which reminds me that I still have her revealed fantasy to write about some time.

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This is an interesting post. I firmly believe in an “each to his own” type of situation and understand that some husbands and “bulls” want it this way. For us though, it would be highly unlikely that these kinds of guys would even get close to the bedroom with Louise. Still, I feel like offering a different perspective to a few of these comments, the husband’s perspective, according to me.

1. I like fucking a married woman if her husband has no idea etc. If it was us, you might think I have no idea but rest assured it would all be part of our fun. We have no intention of ever mistreating or misleading any guy but if, for some reason, you ever got there you would not be the one in control.

2. I like watching the faces of husbands etc. I imagine this would be valid in any kind of dynamic. I can well imagine how my face looks and, especially, how it looked the first time I saw. Some kind of mix of elation, anguish, excitement and maybe even a bit of confusion perhaps.

3. Irrelevant.

4. Unlikely that you’d be the one doing the seducing. If, by chance, you were Louise would still be the one in control.

5. I enjoy coming all over a married woman etc. Being cum all over is something Louise enjoys so yes, you would get to enjoy it. There would be no turf marked though, any “ownership” washes away as simply as the cum does.

6. I love keeping a married woman out overnight etc. Yes, you are right, I would quite possibly be awake all night wondering too. If you were a good guy and did it respectfully you might get to enjoy such a treat.

7. I love fucking a wife in front of her husband etc. Your comments regarding your appreciation of her would be welcome if said in the right way. Do it with humiliation as the intent and you would be on your way home in a flash.

8. I like the first time a married woman sees my cock etc. Fair enough, I too would like the lucky guy to have something bigger, better or different about him. Something that gives Louise a different kind of pleasure is always welcome.

9. I like cumming on a married woman’s face etc. It might be something that a guy might get to do, if he’s lucky enough then he should enjoy the experience. Like number 5, it would be because Lou wanted it and, also, it washes away and means nothing more than some dirty fun for all.

10 to 13. All irrelevant, the guy has no power, she gets plenty at home, you will never get near our bed (Louise’s rule, not mine) and you might think of her as those things but she is neither, nor will you get another chance if that is how you treat her.

14. I like walking into a hotel etc. It might happen if you became a regular partner for her, which would only happen if you respect us both and appreciate what you are blessed to enjoy. All of which means your little power buzz from taking a married woman to a hotel room is irrelevant.

15 to 18. All irrelevant. We might thank you for joining us, or for having us at your house. I might get you a beer after sex, as an equal. She will never be yours to give to anyone but, if you’re awesome, you might suggest a friend of yours joins you or us for some extra fun. Her pussy will never be yours. Her heart belongs to me, her pussy is hers and even I appreciate it as such.

16. I love when a wife tell me fantasies or experiences etc. Highly unlikely she will tell you experiences that I don’t know about, even if there are any. Interestingly, the fantasy thing is close to a current reality. Louise is talking about a fantasy with a new guy, someone she might see when we return from our vacation. With him she is exploring (by messages) some BDSM related things that she is finding a turn on. As yet I don’t know many specifics and that is just fine by me (it is tantalising, intriguing and the cause of some highly arousing jealousy too).

17. When a married woman wants to do things with me that she doesn’t do with her husband etc. This is fine by me, doing something she hasn’t done with me is actually a fantasy of mine, one that she knows about. There is not a lot left to choose from but the BDSM thing should open up an option or two.

18, 19. I like to call a husband etc. You may call me on speaker, sounds like fun. But you won’t be owning anything. It would be far more likely for Louise to call me to pick her up in the morning, if you ever got so lucky as to have her stay the night.

20. The drug store to buy condoms. It simply wouldn’t happen.

21. I like cumming n a wife’s pussy etc. I would hope you would like it, if you ever were to blessed with such an opportunity.

22. I like getting a wife to tell her husband how much bigger etc. Yeah, she might tell me that I guess but it is very unlikely she would do so just because the other guy wanted her to.

23 to 25. Irrelevant, they just would not happen.

26. I like having a married woman tell me I’m the best fuck etc. Wow, you must be good to get such a compliment and, if you were that good, I would be ecstatic for Louise. Who knows, in the moment and if you really were that good, she might tell you that but the reality is that she would be more likely to tell me in private how good you really were.

27. I like to make a husband stand guard etc. Neither Louise or I would enable you to “make” me do anything. Standing guard while you get lucky somewhere public - yeah, I could see it happening, it is definitely a turn on for Louise and I would be doing it for her not because you “made” me.

28. I get off making a husband jealous while I fuck his wife. Good for you, I would definitely be jealous, especially during your first time.

29. I enjoy feeling up a wife in a public place etc. So you should enjoy it, it hasn’t happened for us so far but it wouldn’t be out of the question I guess.

30, 31. Irrelevant, neither would happen. She wouldn’t allow you to introduce you as her girlfriend. Me catching you implies I wouldn’t know, that would only happen if it was part of Louise’s game and, then, me catching you at it would be what she intended.

32. It’s fun having a married woman tell her husband she can’t do without me. This one actually relates to my fear with the whole hotwife thing. Louise totally assures me it could never happen but what if she did truly fall in love with someone? Maybe the risk of it is something that adds to my jealousy and the thrill of it all?

33. Getting off fucking her ass in front of me. Again, so you should if you get so lucky. This is something that has happened a couple of times now and it is excruciatingly arousing. Especially the way she looked at me the first time, right in the eye with the dirtiest, aren’t I bad look on her face.

34. I like showing up unannounced etc. I just can’t see it happening but, if it did, it would be because Louise set it up to look that way to me.

35, 36. Both are probably irrelevant. Like the one earlier, if you think I don’t know, or if I genuinely don’t, then that is all because it is how Louise wants it, part of her game and there is no risk regarding getting caught. Haha, other than a risk that I might “punish” her in some way later. The club one, unlikely but if it did happen like that so what.

37. Hmm, Louise has one friend who knows pretty much everything. I have one who knows a bit (my mate who happened to get lucky with Louise a couple of times). Very recently, as written about, we have shared some things with our neighbours - well, Louise shared a few details at least. I totally love our dirty little secrets and have enjoyed the fact that a select few know a bit about some of them at least.

Things “Bulls” Like

I recently read a post about the collected thoughts of “Bulls.”  A Bull is the “other man” in a hotwife / cuckold relationship.  I got so aroused reading this.  I’ve selected some of the hottest ones.  I’ve also added a few that I’ve heard myself.

I like fucking a married woman if her husband has no idea. It’s great knowing I can convince her to cheat.  

I like watching the faces of husbands as they deal with the emotions of watching their wife get fucked by another man.  

I get off rubbing in a husband’s face how slutty his wife is with me.  

I love seducing a married woman and making her husband a cuckold for the first time ever.  

I enjoy cumming all over a married woman.  It’s like I’m marking my turf.  

I love keeping a married woman out overnight or taking her home with me.  I know her husband is sitting awake, wondering what she’s doing.

I like fucking a wife in front of her husband and telling him what a good piece of ass she is, or how good her pussy feels.

I like the first time a married woman sees my cock and tells me that I’m bigger than her husband.

I like cumming on a married womans face knowing she has to clean up before she goes home, and cumming in her mouth knowing it will mean I’m always a part of her.  

I enjoy seeing her wedding ring while I’m fucking her. It’s a power trip fucking someone else’s woman.

I love hearing a married woman beg me to fuck her, because I know she doesn’t get it at home.

I love fucking a wife in their marriage bed.  

I love claiming another man’s wife as MY slut or girlfriend.

I like walking into a hotel to get a room with a married woman.

I like hearing someone’s wife thank me after I fuck her, or if its a couple I like hearing her husband thank me for fucking her.

I like sending her husband to get me a beer or something while she sucks my dick.

I like giving her to a friend to use and treat her like my property. They love that shit.

I like telling her husband that his wife’s pussy is mine now.  

I love when a wife tells me fantasies or experiences she’s had that she’s never told her husband about.  

I love when a married woman wants to do things with me that she doesn’t do with her husband.  

I like to call a husband on speaker phone while I’m owning his wife in bed.

I like to call a husband and tell him I’m done with his wife and to come pick her up.

I like to take a married woman with me into a drug store, stand in line together and have her buy a box of condoms for us.

I like coming in a wife’s pussy while her husband watches and waits his turn.

I like getting a wife to tell her husband how much bigger I feel inside her.

I like to show up at a married woman’s work place and pick her up for a lunch quickee with her coworkers watching her leave with me.

I ]like to call a husband at work and and tell him his wife is servicing me.

I love to make her lose track of time so her husband comes home and catches us in the act.  

I like having a married woman tell me I was the best fuck she ever had, especially if it’s right in front of her husband.

I like to make a husband stand guard while I fuck his wife in a public place, or fuck a wife in the back of a car in a parking lot while her husband is in the driver seat.

I get off trying to make a husband jealous while I fuck his wife.

I enjoy feeling up a wife in a public place, where others might see her.

I like introducing someone’s wife to my friends, telling them she’s my girlfriend.

I dig the risk of knowing her husband might catch us.

It’s fun having a married woman tell her husband that she can’t do without me.

I get off big time fucking a married womans ass in front of her husband.

I like showing up unannounced and lead her off to the bedroom.

I get off knowing that she might get caught but is willing to risk that to get laid.  

I love to go out with a wife and her husband to a bar or club, and have the whole place know it’s me that she’s going home with.  

I like when a wife I’m fucking tells her friends about us.

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 have been wanting to share a story, at least a short version of it. I have a really good friend, Steve, we have been mates since we were teenagers. L and I had always agreed that none of our friends would ever know about our secrets and that she wouldn’t ever have sex with any of our closer male friends, acquaintances yes, close friends no. More accurately, it was more of a rule for her, not so much for me, but it was certainly one I never questioned. All that changed just after Easter, when the three of us caught up for a long lunch on a Wednesday afternoon. There was supposed to be another couple with us but, unfortunately (actually, it was fortunately), they had to cancel.

Steve has been a bachelor for a long time and has not had a lady in his life for several years now. Aside from her recent real naughtiness, L has always been a terrible flirt and has never had any issue in teasing Steve about his love life. For some years it was about the one night stands and, lately, poor Steve has copped it about his lack of action. Of course, he has always known she’s teasing and just laughs it off. This time was different.

Our lunch was great and we were on our third bottle of wine when the tone changed significantly. It is often at the third or fourth glass that L’s inhibitions diminish somewhat and, this time, Steve was her target. I had no idea and didn’t actually cotton on that she was up to anything until things were, let’s say, quite advanced.

Anyway, she had been teasing him and reached over the table, to take one of his hands in hers. She said something like, “Steve, I think you could do with a good blowjob.”

It really wasn’t out of character for her but it was still unexpected, I expect wine would have probably come out of my nose had I taken a mouthful just before she said it. Steve just laughed, as he does, he clearly thought she was just speaking in general terms, as did I. He did say she was right and said the problem was that there was nobody offering him one.

I really knew she was in full bad girl mode when she replied that she was doing just that. Offering.

Without going into all the details about the next couple of minutes of her flirting, he basically looked at me to see what I thought, my shrug sealed the deal I guess.

Less than an hour later we were at Steve’s place. I was sitting in an armchair, watching as L took his fat cock into her mouth for the first time. I had definitely told her that Steve is well endowed in the past, but her exclamation of “oh my,” as she first helped him out of his jeans made it clear that she was pleasantly surprised at just how well, especially from a girth perspective. Watching her suck someone’s dick is possibly my favourite thing at the moment and I enjoyed the show, especially seeing how much L seemed to be into it.

Unfortunately for me, in a way at least, that show didn’t last long. After a couple of minutes L started to look into my eyes, at first I figured it was all part of the show she was putting on for me. Then, between lick and sucks, she told me wanted to do more with his dick than just suck it. She let me know she wanted to take Steve to his bedroom and feel his dick inside her.

“You don’t want me to come with you do you babe,” was both my answer and a question I didn’t really need to ask. I certainly wanted to but I’d sensed she wanted to go it alone, just her and Steve.

“No babe, just us two for now, she said, I remember it word for word because of the promise of what I was sure “for now” meant to both of us.

I would love to be able to tell a story about how I sat there and listened to them have wild sex for an hour or more. That’s not the truth though, they were back out in less than fifteen minutes I reckon, it could have even been less than ten. Steve, was actually quite embarrassed, he was very apologetic to L and I soon learned that he didn’t last very long, it had indeed been a long time and he came quite quickly. Steve is actually a few years older than me and he confessed that he really needed a little blue pill to be at his best, he didn’t even have any in the house as his dry spell had been so long.

As always, my L was amazing. She hugged him and told him it was perfectly ok. She reminded him that she had offered him a blowjob and had no expectations other than to help him have a little bit of fun. We ended up staying for another couple of hours, Steve cooked some steaks on the barbecue while L pulled together a salad, all the while looking sexy as all hell, just wearing her panties and top, with no bra. We ate dinner and shared another bottle of wine before we said our good nights and headed home. Poor Steve was still a bit downcast about his performance so L did leave him with the promise that he could try again if he really wanted.

“I’d like to feel your dick again if you want to,” she said as we left. I’m sure it was as much for my arousal as his, she had my hand between her thighs (outside her jeans) all the way home in the uber too.

Since that day, she has indeed felt his dick again, twice in fact. Both times were when I was away, with my blessing. She doesn’t always ask me for permission, she doesn’t have to and she knows it but, with Steve being my close mate, she wanted the reassurance. From a good news perspective, Steve did get hold of some of those tablets. I am told she did enjoy their second liaison and she did cum when riding him from on top. Their third get together, just last weekend, went even better.

“Oh yeah babe, he fucked me good,” she said as she told me quite a lot about their evening together.

Before I wrap up, I’d like to tell about something else she said recently. With Steve added to her “tally” she has now had sex with a total of seven guys. She said she was feeling very doubtful about making the number that I had said would be a nice target for her or, more accurately, a target for me. Back last year, after her first MMF encounter with Tom and Grant, a “how many guys is too many” conversation happened between us. It was really just for fun, there is no target or limit, but I definitely recall saying I thought a total of ten would be a good number. I was her third, Tom and Grant made it five so I figuring doubling that would be pretty impressive and a lot of fun.

Her regular masseur is number six (I don’t think I mentioned him here before) and Steve is number seven. I think I have that right, it’s been a big eight or nine months.

“So, it’s only three more, how’s that so hard?” I asked.

“In only a few months?” was her question in reply.

It turns out we had our wires a little crossed. It was all just in jest but I thought we were talking about lifetime total, she had latched onto something else I said and thought it was within a year. What’s really funny is that she said “well, I haven’t given up yet.”

In an earlier post, I mentioned our dares and a dirty little secret involving a car breakdown. As far as timeline goes, this thing happened a couple of summers ago, well before my wife actually had sex with another guy.

We had turned the dares concept into a bit of a game, using an app called Spicer. I had posted a list of dares and assigned points for them. I had also written up rewards for points, things like me giving her massages, fixing a few things around the house and even some jewellery ideas. It was not a serious thing, just some fun we had. Haha, her successes were mostly small scale stuff but I was deliberately generous (trying to encourage more) and they did mean I delivered a couple of massages and had to do a couple of those long promised fixes around the house!

A couple of the dares included wearing see through things, going topless, getting naked in the car and flashing another guy and, on this particular day, she must have been feeling pretty adventurous as she nailed a few of them. It started with a morning at the beach, she wore a black bikini (or so I thought) with a very short and very see through cover up over it. Sexy but, given it was for the beach, nothing over the top.

Her dare successes started as soon as we laid our towels out on the beach. I had thought she had her bikini on but it turned out to be the bikini bottoms and a black bra. I’m sure my jaw hit the sand as she casually took her bra off, fumbled around in the beach bag then took her time to put the bikini top on, she was standing the whole time. The beach wasn’t exactly packed but there was quite a few people around and there was no doubt that several guys checked her out, one especially as he walked past.

We spent an hour or so at the beach before deciding it was time to pack up and head home. The reverse, and more, happened with the bikini before we left. She took off the top, then didn’t rush to replace it with her bra. Next, the little cover up went on and then, to my absolute jaw dropping surprise again, off came the bikini bottoms. I watched in awe as she pulled a black thong from the beach bag, bending so that her arse pointed straight towards a couple of guys sitting nearby. Unfortunately, neither of them noticed, but it was a great try!

So, we walked from the beach to the car, with my wife wearing the easily see-able thong, and her bra, under the cover up. We stopped and rinsed our legs and feet off, at a set of outside showers, where there were heaps of guys around to see the show. Her nearly bare arse was exposed several times as she bent to make sure all the sand was rinsed off. Now, I must say that seeing a woman in a thong style bikini is not unusual but it was the first time she had ever worn something like that at our local public beach, with so many people around. Plus, I’m sure I’m not the only guy who loves to see it, no matter how many girls are scantily dressed that way!

The effort to do some dares kept coming too. We had barely driven off from the beach when she took her thong back off. At first I thought she was changing back into her bikini for some reason, I even had a thought that she might want to stop at a shop or something and, maybe, she was going to get out of the car in the bikini and cover-up. But no, that wasn’t it as next the cover-up, and then her bra, came off too. It was the naked drive.

For the next twenty four minutes (the dare had a time based component) she sat completely naked next to me in the car. Unfortunately, we have a big car so I don’t think anyone actually saw but it was still a lot of fun. We did drive past a few trucks but didn’t get any honks or anything so I had to assume they didn’t notice either.

We were running low on fuel and I had planned to stop on the way home so I let her know that I was about to pull into our regular service station. I did say she shouldn’t feel obliged to get dressed on my behalf but that was never going to fly. She did, however, only put the cover up back on, the bikini and underwear stayed on the back seat where she had tossed them earlier.

Then, I made a mistake, totally unintentionally and certainly not one I would do deliberately, not even to extend the sexy opportunities that my dare completing wife was making the most of. But it turned out that was the benefit of my mistake.

I was forty five litres into the fill of my vehicle when I realised I was putting the wrong fuel in, I’d had a complete brain fart. I do have long range tanks and my first thought was just to finish the fill with the right stuff but no, that was never going to work. With my tail between my legs I headed inside, to talk to someone about what I could do. I felt like such a fuckwit but, apparently, it’s not that uncommon a thing and the girl behind the counter pulled out three or four cards for people I could try to call. She even told me where to move my car to and came out and put some cones behind me and to the side of our car, making sure there was room for the fuel guy to pull up next to me.

Being a Sunday, I was surprised when the first guy I called said yes, he’d come and do the job for us. He arrived about thirty minutes later and got to work on setting up to drain the fuel from my tank, starting with disconnecting the hose from my fuel pump. In my vehicle, the fuel pump sits under the hood on the passenger side, right near the firewall. So, he was pretty much standing in front of where Louise was, all the car windows were at least half open to let some air in, he would have been able to see her quite well through that opening and, probably, even better from where he stood through the front windscreen. It did quickly occur to me that he was probably getting a fairly decent view of her boobs via the flimsy see through thing she was wearing.

She was actually sitting with her legs across the console, stretched out towards my side of the vehicle cabin, so it would have been an almost side on view for him. Still, I was figuring he must have had a look and I must say I found it very arousing. He soon had his vacuum pump hooked up to the fuel hose and kicked off the job of sucking out all the unleaded fuel. He warned me it would take an hour or more to get it all out and I remember opening the driver’s side door to tell my wife how long to expect. I was pleased to note that I could see her very exposed pussy from that vantage point and even commented on the nice view. As I shut the door to leave her to it (she was reading her book by then), the fuel guy approached and asked if he could check the fuel gauge. I don’t know what I was thinking but I gave the window a rap with my knuckle, to warn her he was coming, and noticed she pulled her short cover up down just in time to make sure her pussy was no longer fully exposed. It must have been close though, maybe he got a little peek I thought as I kicked myself for the silly warning. Haha, I needn’t have been so harsh on myself.

I guess it was about ten minutes later when he said he’d check the gauge again. I was standing outside the car and just stepped to the side to give him access to the front door, he opened the door, leant in and spent maybe fifteen or twenty seconds checking the fuel. My wife and he exchanged a few words, something about how it was all going I recall, then he went to back to the fuel pump position at the front of the vehicle to do some more checks. I had to see for myself, if his fuel gauge check view had improved. So I opened the front door, figuring she might need me to get her a drink anyway.

Yes, it certainly had. The cover up had ridden right up again. She was leaning back on the passenger side door, sitting with her legs across the console, feet on my seat and her legs were wide enough apart to offer up a completely unobstructed view of her fully shaven pussy. He could not have gotten a better view I thought. I did ask if she wanted a drink and gestured down to the delightful view with my eyes, he was stood near her open window so I couldn’t exactly say “hey babe, do you know your pussy is on display?”

She got my meaning though, she just smiled and winked at me. Yep, she was totally aware.

I went inside and bought her drink, trying hard to keep an eye on what was happening at the car. Oh yeah, I had at least half a hard-on too, that was another thing I was dealing with at the time, trying not to let it become noticeable.

The exact timeline is lost to me now, this all happened a couple of years ago. I do know the whole thing actually took well over an hour and I reckon he must have checked the fuel gauge at least ten times. Sometimes, during the whole event my wife sat as I described earlier and, at other times, she sat cross legged or with her legs tucked up, knees up to her chest. All positions, no doubt, gave him something nice to look at.

Then, there was the grand finale. It was a hot day and we were sat there long enough for the shade to move from where she sat. Fuel guy was at the fuel pump position, I was standing by the drivers side. She said something like, “it’s too hot, I need shade,” and then climbed into the back seat. She did it in a hands and knees kind of way, crawling through on all fours with her arse pointed straight towards where he stood. Later, when we got home, I got her to do a re-enactment and even got a photo. As I suspected at the time, he would have had a perfect view of absolutely everything.

Eventually, he was done. He put a few litres of diesel in my tank, flushed the fuel line through then stuck around while I filled up, surely hoping for another look before he left. He got one too, definitely not as good as when she climbed into the back seat and, again, one I didn’t see myself. I had just shaken his hand and was about to head inside to pay when L got out of the car, to move back to the front seat. He actually held the door open for her as she got out, not doubt getting a last open leg glimpse as she did so. He definitely got a good look at her boobs too, through the thin material if not down blouse style.

It’s funny, the whole time, until we talked later, she was not totally sure that he noticed anything and neither was I, not absolutely certain anyway. He wore dark sunglasses the whole time so we could not actually see where he was looking. Often, my view of him was blocked by the open hood or because his back was to me but I still felt quite sure he had to be seeing everything that day, he just had to. L did tell me that she had smiled at him a couple of times and that he had smiled back, proof that he was looking her way and, if he was looking at her, there was just no way he couldn’t notice. Besides, with all those fuel gauge checks, standing by the fuel pump so much, and then the climb into the back seat, he would have to be blind to not see.

I posted an online review for him, the day it happened, to say how much we genuinely appreciated him coming to our rescue on a Sunday. He replied and said he’d really enjoyed meeting us, no doubt there was meaning in that comment. It ended up being an expensive day, nearly $100 on wasted fuel, the fuel guy cost about $600 and then there was about $2000 for the pair of diamond earrings she bought with her dare rewards.

I’d pay it all again tomorrow!