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Ten Years Part 2

Screw it, I can’t sleep, I’ll write some more.

Things have been rough for Louise and I, since I saw that text. Better now and I am thankful for that.

I didn’t say anything, I didn’t have to. As always, she picked up something was seriously wrong and, the next night, she confronted me about it. She actually had not even picked up on the significance of that comment from Tom and, at first, tried to pass it off as nothing. She knows me well though, she sighed and told me the time had come to do what she had wanted to do for a long time. Tell me the whole truth. It took a while, it all came out over a few days, with a lot of soul searching, especially on her behalf. This is a way shorter version than the reality of where our conversations went. At my insistence, she told me every detail, at least every detail she can remember. I am 100% certain I know the whole truth now.

In 2014, she went to a weekend carnival with the kids. Everyone went to dinner on the Saturday night, they put the kids to bed and some of the adults ended up partying on a little. They passed around some chocolate that had been left on a table outside (it was summer), Louise had melted chocolate on her fingers and said “what’ll I do about this?” To Tom. Well, he took her hand and sucked the chocolate off, he took his time apparently. She got another piece and gave it to him, letting him suck her fingers as he took it with his mouth. One of the other mums (one who turns out to be one of the swingers our neighbour Anna told us about) saw it, she came over and whispered that they could borrow their bedroom if they wanted. Lou said she could feel herself blush, Tom winked at her.

Sometime later, they all left to go to bed. Tom called her and told her was melting some chocolate and wondered if she’d help him eat it. She fucked him that night.

She told me the guilt “nearly killed her.” Tom flirted with her a lot after that night and asked her many, many time to do it again. She didn’t, not until a training camp in 2017. She went along as a parent helper, she admitted she knew they would do it if they got the chance. Yes, they did, in a similar way. She snuck off to his room after the kids were all asleep. She fucked him a couple of times that night.

There was an incident between those two times too, earlier in 2017. It was at a school camp, I was there. There was lots of late night parent partying that weekend and, on the second night, many of us sat around the fire, down by the lake in the camp grounds. Several of the women and a couple of the guys went for a walk around the shore, to the jetty. I followed along a while later, not suspecting anything at all, and met Louise on the track, she was walking back to the fire. I learnt that if I had been a few minutes earlier that night, I might have busted them coming out from behind some bushes. They were heading back, he had dragged her off the track. They had done some heavy kissing and good old Tom had his hand in Louise’s pants for a couple of minutes. He told her then that he was going to fuck her again sometime. He did a few months later, as mentioned above.

In 2019, I suspected they were having an affair. They actually started again because of me, after I first confessed my fantasies to Louise. I remember the night clearly, I was away, we had talked and it got naughty. By then she had told me she had gotten to know Tom, through the sports stuff and that he was someone she might consider. After we hung up, I sent her a message. Feeling brave I told her she should fuck him sometime. She said something like “what about if I did it tonight?”

At first my replies were of a “go for it nature.” Then I guess I got nervous, or scared, and I texted a few more times, asking if she meant it. She didn’t answer, I got more nervous and texted to say I didn’t know if I could handle it while I was away, I needed to be there. No answer. I called, no answer. A couple of hours later she called, she told me was really sorry, she had been doing housework and ironing and her phone was on charge (or something like that).

She had, in fact, been at Tom’s. She was sure it was ok by me and called him. He had been telling her he was going to fuck again ever since their last time, his kids were at their grand parents so it all fell into place. She even told him, that night, that she was allowed to do it and that it was all ok by me. He wouldn’t believe it though, he told her she shouldn’t tell me, not yet at least. When she saw my messages and missed calls she got too scared to tell me and went with his opinion.

She said she tried on so many occasions to tell me the truth. One thing she was right about was me any my suspicions, even though I had confessed my fantasies, I was struggling with thinking it was happening behind my back. I had read about all the “hotwife rules,” I was supposed to be the one in control and so on. The more I struggled with that, the harder it became for Lou to tell me the truth.

They didn’t stop though, not for quite a while at least. Louise says the longer it went, the harder it got to tell me. I remember the times she was nearly there, I thought she was going to confess several times but she chickened out and turned it back to fantasy talk. Or talk about how she thought I couldn’t handle it.

I said I was going to be short right?

They continued up until Covid lockdowns changed our lives. Even then they managed to steal a few sessions in Tom’s bed. He told her he loved her and asked her to leave me. She did tell him she loved him but she also told him her “heart belonged to her husband.” She kinda broke it off with him then, she said he had even agreed it was too serious (for him especially).

He got active in the dating scene, trying to find someone else, and was seeing someone for somewhere around a year. They still talked occasionally, Louise loves to be a sounding board and to give advice and, apparently, Tom needs lots of it (from a woman’s perspective).

Short right. He broke up with the other woman in 2021. He needed a “good fuck,” to move on and Louise, bless her, came to the party. Tom told her he had done a lot of soul searching and he was glad he hadn’t succeeded in breaking up our family. Interestingly, they came to their existing arrangement well before I knew and have been “friends with benefits” ever since. Mostly anyway.

The night of the “first” blowjob was almost the truth. They did go back to his place and, just as I had been told, she only sucked his dick. The lie was about it being the first time.

One last thing, for now at least. I asked her how many times, “rough estimate,” I said. She was crying at the time and she said she didn’t know, “probably hundreds of times.” She later said that was crazy, it couldn’t have been that many. But it was definitely dozens of times. Lots of dozens.

This sounds almost like an afterthought but it’s not, it’s just another part of a long story. She’d had several threesomes with Tom and Grant too, before the one I knew about She’d also had one with a different friend of Tom’s, someone I have now seen photos of (on Facebook) but have never met.

So, as per earlier posts of mine, her body count is actually one more than she let on.

I have been struggling lately, I’ll write more about that in another “short” instalment. Something really strange - Grant’s part in all the deception, I thought I really trusted him.

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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.

This is the first one of these I’ve made myself to post. I can’t take any credit for the content though, thank you to @wivesrforsharing who posted the picture with a comment similar to this caption. I hope me doing this is ok!

It’s true though, thinking about my wife getting a foot massage, wearing nothing but a towel and making no effort to keep herself covered up really gets to me.

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.

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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!

True…

This! 💋

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.

Before things umm, let’s say, got a little bit difficult for us, Louise finally paid the “new” guy J a visit. It’s Monday morning now, after a tricky start we ended up having a good day yesterday. We worked through things, we looked forward, booked a holiday and, from there, things got naughty. In short, a very short version, we talked about stopping this hotwife stuff, but neither of us actually want that, and that led to talking about J. We talked about her one time with him and we talked about a few things he had been saying to her, some other things he has “invited” her to do. More on that later.

Her visit to J’s place sounded crazy. So hot and so sexy. I’m weird I guess, I so wish I was there to see it but, conversely, not being there and having my imagination run wild feels like it makes everything even more intense and exciting. I made an off the cuff comment at one stage, I said I should write the story of how I picture some of what had happened. Louise loved the idea, I have written lots of things, for her, that I haven’t posted here. Most of them have been based on her real adventures but, also, some have been totally made up. They are usually based on dreams or a simple comment somewhere along the line). I sometimes send them to her when I’m away, some of them get her very turned on and I get some sexy comments in return. So yeah, she said I had to write it.

We had some nice, loving couple sex last night. Then I stayed up late, writing it. She read it once this morning, over breakfast. She’s gone to work now (I have a day off), before she left she told me my story was close in some ways but I had made it sound hotter than she even remembered it. So, here it is - based on reality but embellished by my dirty mind.

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It didn’t take long before your texts with him turned into some late night phone calls, he brought out a hidden side in you, the naughty girl had certainly surfaced but even you didn’t expect it to explode through it the way it did.

You always loved a slap on the arse, you sometimes wondered what taking it a little further would be like. He started to talk you into trying something, just come over and let me show you a few things, if you don’t like it we’ll stop immediately. There was even a safe word, one you came up with just in case he thought you were playing when you asked him to stop.

You went to his place on a Saturday afternoon, I was away, working late every night. You decided not to tell me your plans, you could see plenty of opportunities to twist me into a ball of knots with this one.

You were full of confidence on the phone the night before. After a few margaritas, you told him you couldn’t wait to show him what you could take and give out in return. The truth is you were a bundle of nerves when you stepped out of the cab, you almost told the driver to take you back home.

You could barely feel your legs as you made your way to his front door, you didn’t push the door bell, you were so nervous and figured could call another driver without him even knowing you had actually arrived.

You jumped when the door opened, startled at his unexpected presence, right there in front of you. It was like he had read your mind somewhere during those conversation, he had on your favourite outfit. A pair of blue jeans and nothing else. He looked even sexier than he had in the photos he’d shared, better even than the beach photo from his Facebook page.

Luckily, he had seen you walk up the steps to his very impressive looking house, he opened the door just before you would have turned to walk away. His smile helped too, he held the door open for you and you looked inside, wow, the staircase alone was amazing. You decided to go inside, you knew you could stop it at any time, you had seen in his face the confirmation you needed, he could be trusted.

“Hey, you look gorgeous,” he said. “I’m running a little late I’m sorry, I was just getting changed when you pulled up.”

You remembered your promise to yourself. During all that talk, the margaritas had made you brave and you were determined to take it up to him today.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said, looking into his eyes. “Just blue jeans is my favourite outfit on a hunky guy like you.”

You let you fingers lightly graze his hip as you stepped inside the door. It was true, hunky was the right word. He must have last shaved the morning before, his dark stubble highlighted his dimples and his blue eyes. Oh yes, his shoulders and arms, your biggest visual aphrodisiac, they were even better than you imagined. You already pictured yourself touching them, the thought of running your hands along the big arms, over his tattooed shoulders and onto his muscular chest had you covered in goosebumps before you had even finished walking through his front door.

His house was stunning, you found it hard to believe there isn’t a woman in his life. Well, a permanent woman at least. The outdoor area was amazing too, he led you outside and sat you under a little cabana by the pool. A bottle of wine and two glasses were taken from a wide, glass doored under counter fridge, he must have remembered your favourite white.

“I take it one of these will be ok gorgeous, is it a little early for a margarita?”

Of course he knew of your margarita love, they would come later in the night. He had made up a food platter too, the two of you sat by his pool for two hours, just chatting and nibbling on the late lunch. The bottle of wine became two, you were just a little bit light headed and very care free when he reached down to take your foot, resting it in his lap, holding it with both hands. You had told him all about your love of massages, foot massages in particular, and were treated to a very special ten or fifteen minutes on each side.

He was in no hurry, he had a plan and he could tell you were becoming much more at ease. You had fully relaxed and had even started to pick up on a bit of the innuendo in things he said. He could see his “margarita girl” was awakening, it was only white wine but, even so, you were starting to be more like that late night phone call version of you.

You knew it too, after all you had arrived there with your own plan. Well, maybe it was more of an intent than a plan but, either way, you didn’t need that margarita to move beyond your flirty stage. You had decided you were ready to go inside and you turned your foot, just a little, so you could press your toes against the growing bulge in his jeans, making sure he knew it too.

He took your hand and said it was time to show you something. You followed, holding his fingers tightly, nervous again as he led you up those stairs and into a room at the back of his house. It was his own personal dungeon.

Despite your determination, and what you had said on the phone, your bravado had all fallen away. You happily and totally submitted to him. It was what you really wanted.

You stood there shaking as he slowly and gently undressed you. He didn’t make any moves to touch you as he exposed more of you, he just looked, those eyes at least telling you he liked what he saw. It was like he had gotten a bit lost in the moment too but, suddenly, he must have remembered his own words, the way he had described the control he would have over you. You saw a little smile, one that made those dimples pop as he changed gears, quickly becoming firmer. he was much more like the master you expected as he blind folded you and firmly guided you to the bed, the one you had noticed in in the corner of the room.

The sashes you had spotted soon had each of your limbs secured to a corner of the bed. You were on your back, spread eagled, heart pounding in your chest. You strained to see something through the tiny gap the blindfold left under each eye, but there nothing to see.

He left you like that for a good fifteen minutes, mostly he was quiet, all you knew was that he was there. Occasionally he made a noise, deliberately, keeping you tense, making you guess at what he was doing.

There was a swishing sound, it had to be one of his whips but what was he doing with it.

There was a ruffling sound, followed by the unmistakable sound of a kettle boiling water. What was that about you wondered? The goose bumps rose again, all over you, this time caused more by fear than any kind of arousal or sexual tension.

What was he doing?

There was more silence, then more soft noises, was he getting undressed?

Yes, that had to be a zip, he must be taking off his jeans.

Or was he, maybe he was putting something on?

More silence.

Then you jumped, startled as a drop of something hot landed on your thigh, right before you noticed a strong coconut fragrance, drawn into your nose and lungs by your heavy breathing.

It was at least two more minutes before the next drop landed, a little higher on the same leg. More drops followed, then it turned into a trickle as you finally realised it was warm oil that he was applying.

He massaged your legs then, he did it hard to, making you writhe under his touch. You were naked, your legs were pulled apart but he never touched you there, not then anyway, not during the massage.

Not even when he untied you and made you turn over before he tied you to the bed again, face down this time.

You waited a couple of minutes again, there were more mystery sounds before the ritual started again. First one drop of oil to the back of your thigh, it felt even hotter than the first time. Then another, and another, the drops turning into a trickle again. This time he covered your legs, arse and lower back in the hot, fragrant oil.

Once again the massage, blissfully hard, bordering on painful. Again you writhed under his touch, sticking your oily arse up into the air, as far as it would go with your arms and legs tied as they were, as he ran his thumbs deep into the muscle along the outsides of your legs.

Then he stopped, you were sure you heard him leave the room. The truth was that he went for a drink of water and a visit to the bathroom, he told you that later. He took his time, he knew you had no idea what would happen next.

He knew the anticipation, the tense fear would be building within you. Every minute he was gone.

You didn’t even hear him come back into the room again, you just heard that swish again, a fraction of a second before you felt it’s sting, on the left cheek of your oily arse.

Your first thought was that he had whipped your bottom but you quickly realised it wasn’t your pretty little bottom at all, it was your fucking arse that he had whipped and he owned as much of it as he liked.

You had been sacred but any thoughts of using the safe word vanished, all your fears, all your other thoughts and emotions were quickly replaced by nothing but intense excitement, you were desperate for that swish and the sting again, and he knew it.

It was a full five minutes before you were blessed with it, this time it landed in the middle of your right cheek. It was quickly followed by another, lower this time, it landed high on your right thigh, wrapping around your leg to sting you right where he had earlier probed so hard with his strong thumbs.

You’d cried out, just softly, with both of them. They stung, in a deliciously exciting way.

The fourth lash, which landed across both your arse cheeks, was met with more of a moan than a cry. He only gave you a few more at that point, one low on your leg, one on your lower back.

They were actually only very light, he was just testing you, exploring what you were capable of taking, looking for signs of how you felt about it.

You writhed again, pushing your arse into the air, he knew from that response that you were enjoying all of it, he could also see you were getting very wet, the glistening on your spread lips told him you were loving it.

The last one was harder, quite a lot harder. You moaned loudly that time, “oh fuck yes,” he heard you say, barely whispered after the deep, louder, guttural moan.

He knew he had you in exactly the right place.

You felt, rather than heard, him move to the side of the bed. You waited, you expected, no you wanted to feel the sting again, right on your arse. But no, you realised he was untying you, the ties to your right side went loose first, then he moved again and you felt the left side ones loosen. The sashes were still in place though, they were just no longer connected to the bed.

He said just one word.

“Stand.”

You did as you were told and he led you by the arm, firmly, across the room.

You had earlier noticed what looked like a wide, knee high, embossed leather ottoman. You realised that was what he had led you to. Guiding you by the arm, he positioned you at one of end of it before he firmly pushed against your upper back, commanding you to lie down. You heard him working and felt the ties on all four limbs tighten again. He had tied you so your torso laid across the leather top, your knees were on the ground, pulled apart by the manner in which he had retied you. You could touch the ground with your fingers, your chin could rest on the edge of the leather, you could feel the raised seam under it and realised your head was right at the far end of the piece of furniture.

You expected it then, the swish and the sting came, but this was different. It felt more like a smack than being whipped. You couldn’t help but moan, it felt so good. He did it again, and then again, over the next ten minutes you lost count but he smacked your arse another eight times, each one made the goose bumps rise and your pussy a little wetter.

Then he started to touch you, everywhere. His palms rubbed across your back, you arse and your head. His fingers probed you, they poked and kneaded, they were in your pussy before they were in your mouth. Soon after, you heard the zip again and you felt the unmistakable sensation of a hard dick pressing against your labia. You did not resist, you wanted it, you craved to feel him inside you.

Deprived of your sight, in a silent room, you just wanted to be fucked.

But not yet he had decided, you felt a finger, then his dick pushing against your arse, you did not want him in there but, more so, you were not going to say the word, not yet.

He read your response though, he could tell, he knew he would take your arse one day, just not today.

He moved again, this time he lifted the blindfold from your eyes as he knelt in front of you. It was the first time you had seen him in well over an hour, the leather pants he had put on were unzipped and his cock was briefly there, right in front of your face. But he stood back up, even before your eyes had adjusted to the bright lights of the room.

Swish, smack, the paddle you had seen in his hand landed on your arse, once again you gasped at the sting, the slaps were getting harder to take.

But still you enjoyed them so much.

He knelt in front of you again, almost without thought, acting on some sort of primal impulse, you strained forward and managed to make light contact, your lips briefly brushing the underside of his erect penis. He stood again, and moved away, this time returning with a multi strapped leather whip in his hand.

He ran those straps across your face, then flicked his wrist to give a light but stinging blow to the middle of your back.

He pushed the blindfold back down, taking away your sight again. You had no idea what would happen next, but when he knelt in front of you again you just knew it would only be for a brief moment.

It was a little different that time, he took the sides of your face in his hands and barely waited for your lips to part before he pushed himself into your mouth. You groaned loudly, sucking him in greedily, trying to hold him in place as you felt him start to slowly withdraw himself from your throat, your mouth and, finally, your lips.

You didn’t see him smile down at you, fondly, as you whimpered, wishing he was still in your mouth.

You desperately wanted more, if you had been in control you could have pushed him back onto that bed, you could have teased him with your tongue. You could have kissed the head of his dick and licked at the pre-cum you just knew you could have squeezed from him.

But you were blind, surrounded by silence as you could only imagine kissing your way up that hard, flat stomach. You knew you would bite his nipples, graze your teeth across his chin, feel his stubble on your cheek as you took him inside you.

That was what you wanted at that moment, just him. Inside you.

More than anything.

He knew it too. Your whimpers, the moans, the way you twitched at the tiny noises he made.

He moved to stand behind you. He dragged his toe across the carpet, the soft sound giving you enough information to know where he was. He saw the muscles in your back and thighs flex, as you involuntarily rolled your hips to offer yourself to him.

He quietly knelt behind you as he gazed at your open wetness, a mix of you and the oil offering him a treat that he was dying to taste. He kept his control though, as your master he knew it was time to take you, not taste you.

His cock twitched as he took himself in his right hand, squeezing, making his dick even harder as he lined up behind you.

He was ready to own you. You were ready to be owned.

Immensely

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.