Decdoug - I Am Doug

Maybe not ashamed as such but we have had a few times where Louise has said “oh my gosh” the next morning. Most importantly, they are all dirty little secrets we share together, even if I wasn’t there at the time or, occasionally, even if I don’t know about it for a while. With all I write here, the best parts are what we share together, we have hot, loving sex ten times more often together than times where other guys are involved. We share amazing, intimate moments that none of them experience. There can be looks between us, in all sorts of places, that nobody could possibly begin to understand. Our adventure is very much about sharing her with other guys but it is so much more than that.

Tom called her one day, he told her Grant was heading over for a swim and a drink. It sounded like had a fun afternoon.

Whenever I see this one (or similar), I wonder if it is possible for there to be a question I wouldn’t answer…

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?

Love this…

“Good morning!”

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Short stories

A lot has happened since I last wrote something, in early February. So very much. I could probably a long (and boring) story about it all but I’ve decided I’m just going write myself some short notes about it all, see if/how well I can piece it together. Relatively short anyway.

In 2019, I suspected Louise was fucking Tom. I came to believe it wasn’t true. I was right all along, at least about that.

It was a few days into February. Louise and I were sitting out the back, having a drink after dinner. She laughed at something on her phone, when I asked her what was funny she handed it to me. She told me to have a look, she needed to go in and clean up the kitchen.

She had been texting Tom and their talk had gotten onto Grant. I have recently learnt that Tom can be quite a bit dirtier than I gave him credit for. The three of them had some fun when Grant came home for our January long weekend, that was what they had been talking about. The bit Louise laughed about was just Tom saying “you nearly bit my knob off when he slipped it in your arse you know.”

It was just part of him teasing her about the fucking they gave her, it was interesting enough to have me reading me back through it. I went further back and came across some texts he had sent a couple of weeks earlier. I wrote a while ago how he had helped to make her feel good about herself, these texts were part of that. Now Tom does have quite the ego, and he will play it right up high with Louise from time to time.

One message said something like “of course you’re sexy darlin, you don’t really reckon I’d have been fucking you for ten years otherwise.” The grammar was worse than that but you get the gist.

Ten years? They first got together in 2023. Ten years?

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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.

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

Something new💋