I Do And It’s Been A While Now…

We have just had a very interesting weekend, one I guess that I’m still trying to fully figure out. I certainly got confirmation that Louise being with Tom was a major contributor to when our sex life last went through the roof (just over twelve months ago). I’m sure the other stuff, with Grant and her massage guy Tony, all play a part but it is clearly Tom that really sends her over the top.

I think she may well have broken her record for most orgasms over the last few days.

I wrote earlier how they talked, then hooked up last Thursday night. Well, she saw him each day after that too. She spent a few hours with him on Friday night, then again on Saturday night and, finally, went to his place at lunch time yesterday (Sunday). I would say I’m not even close to knowing all the details, nor do I need to, but they had a lot of sex. Louise and I had a lot of sex too, the word insatiable clearly applies to how she has been the last few days. We made love Friday morning, we fucked hard and wild after she got home Friday night. We had a quickie bang Saturday afternoon, she rode me Saturday night and gave me a blow job yesterday morning.

I do always enjoy sex with Louise but, I gotta admit, I was nearly too worn out to go against last night. I did say nearly.

Whilst the sex was awesome, for me, I think the best part was our talk, starting yesterday morning and finishing in the afternoon. Haha, maybe I would not have been able to go that round last night without it.

I reckon Louise told me she loves me a hundred times over the weekend. She was very clingy, very touchy and just wanted to be close. Each night, in bed, I’d wake up finding I was right on the edge of the mattress, with her back pressured hard against me, or with her arm, or leg, draped across me.

So, our really good, honest talk started yesterday morning, over breakfast. With the absolutely not subtle change in her, I asked her to tell me if she is in love with Tom. It’s not that I felt or feel threatened, I was just trying to understand how he causes such a change in her.

She said no, she’s not. Then she said well, yes, in a way. She was thinking and trying to explain it to herself, let alone to me. In the end, after a lot of talking about it, she… actually it’s we… we think she does love him, in some way at least. She said she is not mad crazy in love with him, like she is with me, but she certainly feels more than just a friendship kind of bond with him. She likes what goes in his head, they tease each other mentally as well as physically and she said that really reinforces the connection she feels to him.

But, there’s something very strong from a physical sense as well, something that surprised her at first.

Louise has always said that I am “her type.” I have always struggled to get it, completely at least. For me, I like all different kinds of women. Tall and lean, pocket rockets, blondes, brunettes, all different sorts of women can appeal to me. I guess if I absolutely had to choose, I would go for a blonde, with good size boobs and a bit of arse. I’m sure that is influenced by Louise, she is like that after all but the main point here is that I find all sorts of women fucking sexy. Louise though, she’ll turn her nose up at a slim ripped guy with abs all over him but will go for a guy with big arms, a beard, hairy chest and a bit of dad bod. That’s the kind of sexy she has always said she likes. Tattoos too, she likes a few tatts. In fact, the biker type is a good description for a guy that will catch her eye.

Then there’s Tom. I must say I haven’t paid his physical appearance all that much attention, but I do know he has always been fit looking. He has always done a lot of swimming, and other exercise, so he is in good shape. He is always clean shaven and doesn’t have any hair on his chest (or his back, LOL). I would have said he has skinny arms, skinny legs too and just didn’t ever really see how he’d appeal to her.

So, I asked about it and Louise gave me her real take on his physical appearance. I didn’t write notes but my recollection is that it was something like this.

I was wrong, apparently. He is lean but he has big, muscly upper arms, chest and shoulders. Makes sense given his swimming I suppose. He also has a muscly back and, yes, a good six pack. She was hesitant at first, not sure what I wanted to hear. But then she described how she likes to rub his shoulders and arms, either when they’re lying together or when she is on top of him. Similarly, when he is on top of her (missionary) she likes to have her hands on his arms, she said she really gets off on feeling his arms while he is looking into her eyes.

Apparently he wasn’t like it on Thursday, but she likes how he keeps himself well groomed down below, manscaped. Again, it wasn’t something I noticed but she said he usually keeps any hair there right down to a minimum, with just a bit of short stuff above his dick as the norm.

She got turned on telling me all of that. I got to feel just how turned on too, it was my suggestion that she call him to see if he was free for lunch. It wasn’t his weekend with his kids so he was indeed, and he was keen to see her again. Before she left, I asked her to try to take note of one thing, something about him or some interaction between them, something that turns her on and something that is different to anything with me. I didn’t really know what I was after, other than just trying to understand something, I guess, a little bit deeper.

I’ll write about it next but, when she got home, she told me knew on the way over what it would be. I would never have guessed, it literally would have been at the bottom of my list but, apparently, our shy Tom gets quite vocal in the heat of the moment. Very vocal sometimes.

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

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.

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.

It started with a conversation about dream holidays - Fiji, the Maldives etc. The next day I did some googling on Key West, I sent her a message and loved her reply. I need to try figure out a way to get us there at the right time, maybe October 2026.

Definitely, and my wife is starting to really love them. She has had three already this year, none of them with me involved. All with one of her special friends and three different friends of his. Amazing.