She Has Unrestricted Permission, Who Will Be Next I Wonder?

My wife is certainly owning it now…

Just fucking own it…

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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.

Old friends and old truths.

I recently caught up with an old mate, one I had not seen for well over twenty years. We had a good night, we talked a lot of shit about how good we were and laughed at plenty of good times. We actually dated (well, lived with) sisters for many years, neither of us ended up marrying those two girls but we were pretty much brothers-in-law for the better part of fifteen years.

Talk got onto the two sisters and the subject of cheating came up (he and the sister he was with both cheated on each other towards the end). I told him how I had always suspected my one had cheated on me in the early days of us starting to live together. I walked into the kitchen of the first place we shared one day, I was almost certain (just not quite) that my mate, a different one, had been feeling her up. He kinda stepped back, pulled his hands away from her arse and looked all guilty. It was one of those moments that didn’t gel at first, it wasn’t until later that night that I started to think about what I had seen.

Back to catching up with my former almost BIL. It must have been the way I looked at him when I said I had suspected her. I was definitely fishing, seeing if he knew anything to quell all those years of curiosity but I certainly did not expect an apology. An apology for fucking my ex, it seems he enjoyed both sisters treats along the way - something I dreamed of many times, I always thought the older one (his partner) was way hotter. Anyway, he was apologising to me, thinking I had been onto him way back then. I was absolutely pissing myself laughing, the look on his face was pretty priceless.

I did ask him how many times before I told him what I was really intending to ask him about. Apparently it was a few, more than a few actually, he didn’t really remember. Maybe half a dozen times was the final number he settled on. The most interesting one, it seems, was on the beach one night when were camping, pretty much right next to where his girlfriend was sleeping (I was asleep in the back of my car, I remember the night well).

Anyway, once we finished laughing about that (I really don’t like her so it really was nothing but funny to me) I asked him about the other mate. He went a bit sheepish, like he felt guilty or bad for me. Then he just said yeah, and then he named another guy and said he did too. Apparently everyone knew the one I was suspicious about had fucked her one night, I now know they got busted in the back of a car by a couple of guys. Word got around (except to me) and another guy from the football club figured she was fair game. It seems she was.

So, I guess I was first cuckolded way back when I was a young man in my twenties. As I said I certainly had strong suspicions at the time, but I never did anything about it. Apart from when we broke up that is, I did throw in a cheap shot, saying I knew she had cheated on me. Thinking back on her face when I said it, now it makes sense. She looked confused, probably because she was wondering which time or times I knew about. That, in itself, is funny to think back on.

It never turned me on to think of her with other guys, nothing about her turns me on these days, no thoughts or memories. It never really bothered me at the time funnily enough, but it wasn’t something I wanted her to do more of. I can’t help but wonder though, did just knowing plant the seed for my fantasies somehow?

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.”

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