I Can’t Think Of A Single Question I Wouldn’t Answer???

My name is Doug and I am an addict. It is true, I am addicted to everything to do with this whole hotwife thing. Most interestingly, I have recently realised my wife is also an addict, or should I say she is a-dick-ted.

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This keeps popping up in my feed. I showed it to Louise this morning, she said it made her feel hot and asked me to send her a screenshot of it. Very interesting.

Imagine being strapped into a spreader bar by your wrists and ankles. Legs spread wide, bent over, unable to move.

Then imagine being placed on your back and having that spreader bar attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Your legs and arms in the air, unable to cover your naked body.

Imagine being left like that during a party. Open and exposed while everyone else is fully clothed. Walking by and staring at you like a peice of art.

People come by to grope you. They pinch your nipples, squeeze your ass, and take pictures of their favorite parts of you.

You become a party game. People take turns fucking you however they want. Fingering you, eating you out, fucking your face, and of course shoving dicks and dildos into you.

People cheer when someone makes you cum. They laugh at the sounds of your moans and wimpers. Everyone can see how aroused you are and they love it.

Imagine being a prop. A toy that everyone wants at their party. Constantly on display right next to the open bar.

Things took an interesting turn for us last night. It was just before 7pm, I was sitting out the back having a beer, chatting with our kids (well, young adult offspring). Louise came out and said she had decided she was going to go to the shops, she wanted to go and get a bit of Christmas shopping. She gave me a funny look, which I totally misinterpreted. It was meant to tell me she wasn’t really going shopping, I took it to mean “don’t ask,” as in she was probably going to get something for me.

I started to think it was a little bit strange when she wasn’t home by 9:00pm and, when it got to nearly 10pm, I started to get quite worried. So, I did what we always do in and checked her whereabouts via find my phone. I was surprised to see she was at Tom’s house.

I guess I was still in dumb arse mode. I figured she must have bumped into him at the shops, I wondered if she had gone to his house for a drink, or a coffee, thinking it was probably to meet his girlfriend. Either way, I could relax, I knew she was somewhere safe and I soon fell asleep.

Yeah, obviously I was wrong about why she was there and I was surprised to see it was after midnight when she got home. Being the typical Louise, she had a question she had to ask first.

She needed to know when the kids went to bed and if they knew she was late.

I reassured her that they were in their bedrooms, not necessarily asleep, well before they’d have realised anything was up. It was highly unlikely they’d notice she wasn’t home, even if they’d come out of their rooms for some reason.

Apparently, Tom had sent her a message, asking how she was. She told him great and he said he’d been better when answering her reply question. It seems his girlfriend wasn’t as ready for something serious as he was and had told him she wanted to cool things off a little. She even went on a date with someone else last weekend.

It’s not like he’s heartbroken or anything, just a little bummed out and was feeling a bit lonely. So, Louise had called him, they chatted a bit and she told him she wished she could cheer him up by coming around and sucking his dick. Funnily enough, he accepted the offer. I could tell by the hot wetness between her legs that she’d ended up doing a lot more than just sucking his dick too.

She did do that by the way, sucked his dick, but they also fucked twice. She was tired and ready to sleep by the time she’d told me enough to get an overview of what happened. She asked me if I was mad, which of course I wasn’t, and confirmed it for herself by feeling for and the squeezing my hard on. She told me I should rub her arse and jerk off on her back, I knew she was too tired for anything else and, besides, it sounded like a fine idea to me.

She was still in bed when I wrote most of this. We did have breakfast together and she confirmed what I had been wondering all morning. Yeah, their friends with benefits thing is back on, for a while at least. Tom will probably find someone to start dating sometime soon, he does want something serious but he also told her he had come to realise he missed what they had going. Especially the hot sex they had one on one.

That’s it I guess, for now at least. I’m filled with a lot of thoughts this morning, and emotions I guess. There’s intrigue for starters, I wonder what is going to happen. There’s anticipation, I think our own sex life was at it’s most explosive around the times she fucked Tom alone. The strongest of all is that intense, exquisite, exciting, hard on inducing jealousy. It’s had my blood flowing southwards all morning and, no doubt, it will continue to do so at least until I get some alone time with Lou later today or tonight.

I don’t have many followers but thought I’d share my story, a very short version of it at least. I thought my fantasies would never become reality, my wife tried but couldn’t actually get over the line. The taboo seemed too big.

Over the past few years, I had read a lot, here on tumblr and elsewhere. It fuelled my fantasies and I put some names to what I felt, learning about hotwives, stags and cuckolds. From what I read, I explained to her how we needed rules of engagement, how I had to be involved in selection of and meeting guys and, finally, how I really should be there to share the experience.

Things changed though, I studied myself and figured that wasn’t what I wanted at all. I learnt that I don’t relate to the alpha male stag type of model, I’m certainly nowhere near the cuckold, sissy end of the spectrum but I don’t want or need the control. My inner truth was that the fantasy burnt strongly, but I wanted it to be more on her terms, for her to choose to have sex with another guy, or not.

Then, maybe four months ago, she apologised. She said she couldn’t do it and was sorry that she was a disappointment to me. I tried to tell her that wasn’t true, and ended up writing everything to her in an email (I was away with work at the time), it was long, pages and pages if it had been printed. I have analysed the fuck out of myself and, in the email, I wrote as much as I could about it, about me and my fantasies. I tried hard to let her know that I was not disappointed at all, how something forced would not have been right for me anyway. I told her she will always have a book of hall passes, for her to just imagine them in her purse. One day, if she so chose, she might show me she’d used one. When the time was right, she might also tell me a little or a lot about it.

Her choice entirely, if the passes remained untouched, then I would always remain the proud husband of a beautiful woman who could not bring herself to touch another man.

A couple of months later, she got the devil in her and gave a friend of her’s a blow job. Two weeks after that, I had to miss something we’d had tickets for a long time for, because of work. She took the friend, he booked and paid for their hotel room. They had afternoon, evening, during the night and morning sex. Two days later, remarkably, she had a threesome with him and friend of his. She chose to keep that part from me for a week or so, enjoying teasing me about “something that happened.”

Since then, she has been with each of them a couple more times, but not together. She tells me stuff, if and when she pleases. I know they are very different, the friend is a “love maker,” he likes to be all tender and passionate. His friend is the opposite, he’s big (dick size) and likes to fuck her hard, slap her ass and rough her up just a little (which she loves). I have been there once, with my wife and the friend of the friend.

We both know her actual friend, the first guy, will never go for me being there.

It was like some kind of release occurred I guess. the pressure came off and she found herself in the time, place and mood for something to happen, and went for it. From there, it’s like the awakening that many talk about occurred, that is real. She didn’t feel dirty and she saw that I did not get angry. In fact, I still can’t keep my hand off her and she is really enjoying this boost to our sex lives, let alone the other fun she gets up to.

Who knows if, or how long, it will last. It doesn’t matter either, it is incredible.

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?

……….

I think she really just meant to say that he is bringing out the bad girl in her. Their first get together was nervous and a little clumsy, the next is ten days away. He is promising to make it all that she is craving right now.

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

LOL, love it.