Decdoug - I Am Doug

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!

Unbelievable.

The most amazing, stranger than fiction thing has happened over the last couple of days. The story started to unravel yesterday morning and, then, all was told this morning.

Our neighbours, on the left side as you face the street, are what I’d classify as pretty good friends. We have known them, Alan and Anna, for nearly twenty years now. We used to spend a fair bit of time together, when the kids were all younger but, nowadays, we would probably only catch up for a barbecue a couple of times a year. Of course we see each other outside, wave and say hello, stop for a chat and so on.

There has been a couple of times, over the years, when I have raised my suspicions with Louise, about Alan and Anna and, well, whether they might be into the same kind of things that we’ve been up to lately. Hotwifing I guess, or even swinging. The first time was on a very hot summer night, they were at our place for one of our then regular drinks and nibbles catch ups. It was way, way before Louise ever did anything with another guy, in fact I’d say it was probably before I had even confessed to my fantasies. The kids had finished doing their best to empty the pool, they’d eaten and were all inside watching a movie in our home theatre room. I remember I got up and threw the hose in the pool, commenting on how inviting the water looked. Anna said something about going home for a swimsuit to which Alan said since when did she ever need one to jump in someone’s pool. There was a bit of banter, including some light hearted urging from me and then, Alan “double dared” her.

I am certain he was as shocked as I was when she got up and said “fuck you Alan,” before stripping off to jump in the pool.

These days, I’m certain Louise would have joined her but, back then, I just got one of those looks when I suggested it. One that clearly said “don’t go there.”

Unfortunately, I had my back to the pool so I couldn’t really look much, not without being an obvious perve anyway. On the flip side, I did get a pretty decent view from a reflection in a large set of windows and glass doors we have, especially when she got out of the pool and dried off. Back then, Anna was quite curvy and, I must admit, looked pretty darned sexy all naked in my backyard that night.

Over the years, I guess through familiarity, Alan has made some pretty suggestive comments to Louise. It was like that double dare moment, he’s just that kind of guy who says a lot of shit that most of us only think, without saying. We were at a street party one night, Louise did look very sexy in a summer dress and Alan told her he would like to sneak her behind the big tree and have his way with her. Another night, at their place, he put his arm around her and asked her to go to the bedroom with him. It was always done in a way that could be made into a joke but I had always said to Louise that I thought he meant it.

Interestingly, in the early days of us talking about my fantasies, Louise did say that Alan was the kind of guy that she could have seen herself having sex with, if not for the fact that he was married and, also, if not for her being married herself.

Over the last couple of years, Anna has lost quite a lot of weight and there’s no way she could be described as curvy now, more like tall and lean. She dresses like she feels sexy too, far more so than she used too. She is often outside in a small pair of shorts and a t-shirt, or very tight yoga pants. Which brings me to the next little indicator, or point of my suspicions.

She was away in Bali, on a girls trip with her best friend, and she posted a photo of herself on social media. She had on one of those dresses that cannot do anything but turn heads. It was short enough to be sexy just for that, but it also had one of those plunging necklines, one that lets you know there simply cannot be a bra under there and one that can only stay in place with boob tape. Anna does have small boobs, and I have no idea if anything fell out that night but that dress is not the kind you would usually see a married woman, or even a woman of her age, wearing out on the town. The photo only needed a caption to be right at home in amongst the thousands of hotwife blogs here on tumblr!

So, yeah, there has never been anything firm, just some suspicions on my behalf. To be honest, I mostly just figured Alan fancied himself as a bit of a player and some of his outwardness just rubbed off on Anna.

………….

Then, yesterday morning happened. I was sitting here, as I am now, at the keyboard, and had started to write about the questions Tom had asked Louise the day before. I had racked my brain for a while, trying to remember them. I had written about four of them (there’s still a couple to go before I post it) and figured I should get off my backside and get some work done.

I am pretty sure I have written here before about my work and how I sometimes have to go away. Well, one benefit of my slightly longer trips (of a couple of weeks) is that I get to take a week off work when I get back, to give me my worked weekends back. I’m on one of those week off periods right now and had decided I was going to get up onto the roof and do a bit of sadly needed painting on a bit of wood work. I hate painting, it’s hard to motivate myself to do at the best of times and yesterday, being in a mood that made me much more inclined to play on tumblr and write stories, it was as hard as it ever gets.

But, I’d decided to do it, so I forced myself to get up there and `I reckon I had been at it for something like thirty or forty minutes when I saw Anna heading towards their mailbox. Whilst she really still isn’t the type that I’d go out of my way to get a look at, she certainly did catch my eye. She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt, almost like a guy’s business shirt. It was loose on her and see through enough to make out the curve of her hips underneath it. Then she did something that made my chin hit the floor or, more accurately, the roof of my house.

As she bent to check the mail, she turned her arse towards me, so it was almost directly pointing at me. Then, bending over to look inside the back of the letter box, she pulled the back of the shirt up, exposing her bare bum to me. She gave a bit of a wiggle before standing up straight, then turning to look straight back in my direction. I truly believed it was all for my benefit, I was truly dumbfounded and had no idea what had brought it on but none of that made me think she had done it for anyone but me.

Not until she turned around, spotted me on the roof, shrieked, dropped all the mail, swore, said sorry, waved and ran towards the front door of their house. I jumped myself, when she shrieked, luckily without spilling anything from the tub of paint I was holding or without dropping the brush from my other hand. I think I mumbled a sorry myself, although I doubt she heard it over her own swearing, yelling and with all that was going on.

I reckon I was still standing there, puzzled, wondering what the fuck had just happened when she came outside, maybe five minutes later. She had come out the back this time, where I was on the roof was adjacent to the side of their house, and she called to me from behind. Once again, I jumped and nearly dropped the paint tub. She asked me if I had a minute, she wanted to explain what had happened. I covered my paint tub, wrapped my brush and climbed down the ladder before meeting her at the low part of the fence that runs between our two driveways.

First off, yes, she was really embarrassed. She said she had been straight on the phone to Alan, it was all his fault, him and his stupid dares and he was killing himself laughing when she called him about what had happened. At that stage I was still not quite catching on and, I reckon right about then, my phone pinged with a message from him (Alan).

“Has my wife explained her lewd and inappropriate actions yet? Don’t go easy on her!!” It was following by a string of laughing emojis, it did seem like he was having a good times with things.

I showed Anna the text, she was still blushing profusely but managed to laugh at the same time. She said things like I’m going to kill him, it was all his fault and, on top of it, she could not stop apologising.

I did tell her there was not need to apologise. There actually really wasn’t, I may well be the last person on earth who would get offended by seeing a woman’s bum. I told her that too. She managed another laugh and added that it wasn’t like I hadn’t seen it before. That was true, albeit mostly via a reflection and it was a much bigger bum back then. I did not say anything about that last bit!

Anyway, it turned out Alan had been feeling frisky, he dared to go get the mail wearing just her new beach cover up (that’s what it was, and it was still all she had on too). May I add it is see through enough to show more than a hint of nipple and I was wishing for a change of angle, I’m sure getting the sun behind her would have been very revealing. But there was no such luck.

Back to the dare, he was watching her, live, over their security camera feed. There is one right on the corner of their garage, which put me almost at the same angle and hence the direction of the butt flash. She told me he had seen her drop the mail and run inside, figuring she had been somehow sprung and was ready and waiting for her to call to tell him off.

It had all turned out to be a funny situation and she was laughing quite hard (Anna is one of those people who laughs loud by the way), especially when I told her I genuinely thought she was flashing her butt at me. She couldn’t stop apologising for that and I couldn’t tell her enough that she could trust in knowing I did not mind in the slightest.

“You must think we’re weird,” she said between giggles.

So, I told her no, I didn’t and gave her a little confession of my own. I told her how I often dare Louise to do little things like that (I left it low key) but had not thought of using the security cameras to watch from afar. I actually have thought of it, many times, I just haven’t caught her in the right moment yet.

Anna was interested, she laughed again and told me she wanted to know some of them, what type of dares do I get her to do. So, I told her a few, including walking back from the beach with a dress and no bikini bottom and a night time streak to touch the road once. I also told her how I had been trying to get her to answer the door in something a bit see through, like Anna herself was dressed at that moment.

“Oh my god,” she said, “Alan got me to do the fucking pizza dare once, with room service in the Crown Hotel in Melbourne.”

She told me some details too, how she’d done the whole wrapped in a towel thing, and let it fall off as the guy passed her with the trolley.

I have never actually spoken to Anna like we did then. Alan is always flirty with Louise and she, as usual, is often quite flirty back. I’m just not normally like that, I really am usually a bit too shy, but it felt different with Anna there and then. I told her I thought it was all very sexy and, also, how I was going to find work to do on my roof every day now. She told me that it would be likely I’d spring her nude sunbathing in the backyard if I did and, you know what, I’m pretty sure she was serious too.

Well, I have run out of time to write more now, but that was pretty much the interaction of yesterday morning. She gave me a hug, told me she was glad I was ok with what had happened and, equally, glad we both saw the funny side of it all.

I did manage to tell her once more that I saw the sexy side too, something made me want to reinforce that. It was true and it felt like it would make sure she was fully at ease with everything. Oh, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I found the whole conversation sexy enough to have experienced quite a bit of sunwards blood flow diversion too. I didn’t tell her that of course.

Hmm, maybe I should have?

There’s much more to tell later. This morning was way more interesting, revealing and challenging than yesterday was!

Should I make a comeback? Will base my decision on number of people that reblog this post, and possibly the comments 😘.

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My wife has pretty much said variations of almost all of these in the just the last few weeks. Short versions:

1. She asked if I want her to stop seeing other guys, I said absolutely not and asked what she wanted. She said she loves fucking other guys and what it does for us.

2. She asked if I think she is a slut, I said no but she disagrees.

3. Hmm, this is the only one not said.

4. She said she loves sex and wants more of it. She told me something that I found really hot, she has recently realised she cums really quickly when she fucks a new guy for the first time (it happened like that with me first time too). She thinks that, despite the inhibitions and reservation she had, deep down she has always wanted to fuck more guys.

5. She told me she sometimes daydreams about another “gang bang.” One where she spends another day by the pool and the guys just fuck her whenever they want.

6. Well, sort of. She said J is bigger than me, almost as big as Grant, and that she really liked how he felt inside her.

7. Exactly those words, about the guy at the nude beach. She also said “his dick looks really nice for sucking.”

8. This has been a common theme for us over the years. She always told me she loves sucking mine. Then she confessed to loving sucking her ex partners dicks. I recently learned about her first ever teenage blowjob and how much fun she thought it was. Talking about sucking on different guys dicks is now a fairly regular occurrence, I even know which of my friends she would and wouldn’t do it for (given different circumstances that is, mainly them not being married), there’s more woulds than would nots.

9. She always has. On her and in her.

10. I watched her get herself off in the shower just a few days ago (with the handheld shower head). She was thinking about J and his friends poolside at his house.

Every time she tells me she is texting another guy.

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.

Talking Part 3.

Let me see, where was I!!?? That’s right, we had finished talking about blowjobs, for the time being at least, and got back to candidates for her “body count.”

The third guy was pretty interesting, I had completely forgotten about him. Louise works in a hospital (not as a nurse, not as a doctor) and there’s a paramedic guy that she almost got to know a few years ago. I say almost because it was when we were trying to see if anyone interesting would come up via an adult dating thing. There was actually three guys that she messaged and emailed a few times, with the paramedic being one of them. When she told him she worked at a hospital, he told her what his profession was. He was also totally not shy, apart from telling her exactly what he would like to do to her he sent plenty of photos. There was quite a few dick pics but also plenty that showed all of him, including his face. Whilst Louise did send him a few photos, they were all quite anonymous in comparison. So it meant she knows what he looks like and then, one day, she actually did see him at the hospital.

Then, at the beach the other day, she told me she still sees him from time to time and she had wondered if she could ever have the courage to approach him, tell him who she is. I think she is right on something else she said, given how many women he may have talked to on the dating site, and given how long ago it was, he may not even remember her. Plus, we have no idea of his relationship status these days, for all we know he could be married with a young child! So, he was an interesting thought but it is extremely unlikely that she will ever even talk to him let alone take things many steps further. I’ll call him a less than 1% chance.

The final one is the most interesting of all. There is a guy that we met through friends in a dog training club we used to take our pup to a while back. To me, this guy was always the perfect choice and Louise did do some very flirty texting with him one night. I wouldn’t say it got overly explicit but it got very hot, so hot that they started talking about who would out do the other and he sent photos of some ropes, a whip and one of those ball gag things. He swore they were actually his and not something he had copied from the internet somewhere. He got a copy of her sexiest bikini photo and, in return, he sent her a photo of an impressively sized, erect penis which, again, he swore was all his.

On top of the obvious interest, he is a sworn bachelor and, also, is a fairly prominent member of the local legal community. I thought he was the perfect choice, handsome guy, clearly interested, big dick and, I reckon, someone who would be totally discrete about things. That latter factor was especially important then, when we were exploring things and wondering if anything would ever actually happen. It was also just on twelve months before Louise took the leap and gave Tom the first blowjob, she just wasn’t ready to do anything back then. So, much to my disappointment she chickened out, she told him she was sorry for leading him on and that she just couldn’t do it to her husband (she hadn’t said anything about it being with my blessing). He did say she should let him know if she ever changed her mind!

Maybe now that has happened, she may have changed her mind. There is still some hesitancy due to him being friends with friends of ours but she did say she might just send him a message to say hello some time soon. There’s one more factor at play here too, something in favour of her getting in touch with him, I’ll touch on it soon. Right now, I think there’s about an 80% likelihood something will happen (tempted to say I’m really sure of it but I’d hate to jinx things!).

We had a bit of a funny ending to that part of the conversation actually. I said to her, just to reiterate from previous conversations, that it was always just a fun dare and that her “body count” totally does not matter, especially not in comparison to keeping things exciting between the two of us. She playfully teased me about chickening out, telling me I was being a weeny and it was too late to stop her now. In all seriousness, we both know it is just part of our game, she might not ever get past her current tally, she might add the ten, there could even be more. Who knows and, apart from having fun with it, who really cares!

There was more that we talked about, much more, I think of it there might have to be a part 4. I especially need to write something about her fantasies, one that didn’t surprise me still, it was all brand new for her to talk about it.

My last bit for now though, is about a question she asked of me, what has been my favourite thing so far. It is so hard to choose, especially when considering the emotional side (the excitement, the teasing, the turmoil, the whole exquisite jealousy) against the physical side (things I been part of, things I have watched, our time together after she has been with another guy and so on. In the end we agreed we would both think about it and make a mental list of a few things to talk about at another time. She wanted to know one right then though.

I said that some of the emotional stuff would be hard to beat and I would definitely include a description of one of those times in my list. To answer her question though, there and then and for something of a physical nature, I chose the time I stood in Grant’s pool, watching her take turns at sucking Tom and Grant’s dicks as they sat side by side on the pool edge. I have thought about it more since, maybe that’s not number one after all?

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?

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.