@inboxdenver It Is Like Your Whole Blog Reads My Mind, Especially Your Own Stuff.

My wife had told me snippets but it took us more than twenty years of marriage to get to this level of talk. I’d say I know all the answers to these except, maybe, I doubt the answer she gives to last one. I always tell her she is just saying it but she is always adamant it was with me. Mind you, the night she is referring to was incredible, at a beachside hotel a few weeks after we first met. I’d love to be there to see her beat it!

These days she says it’s Rip (from Yellowstone) for the first one. He does it for her in every way apparently - she says it is the overall character but his hardness and the way he looks at Beth especially get to her…

Well. Louise has delivered her list, she has even included some commentary that, in my mind, spices things up even more. We did discuss the number in the list before she finished it, she thought she had less left to do from my original list of ten (two or three, not six). She hadn’t actually come up with seven or eight so it has ended up being a list of twelve. She did say I could choose two to drop off if I wanted, any two except the first one. Haha, as if that is going to happen. This is a copy and paste of what she sent, all I have edited is J’s name and added a few comments in brackets.

1. Have my husband wear a small, tight speedo on the beach. I just want to see you squirm but, I return, I will wear the bikini of your choice. Conditions - this will be during our getaway, the bikini has to be one I already own. (Bloody bitch, but I’ll do it and yes I will squirm. I wonder if she remembers that she has some very small wicked weasel bikinis and some extremely “see through when wet” ones. I feel she is putting too much trust in me, thinking I would be too embarrassed to make her wear one. We will see who squirms the most - mind you we haven’t been speedo shopping yet, I should see the outcome before I make statements. Wait, I should also check too see if she hasn’t hidden or got rid of those bikinis. Game on babe.).

2. Do the card night at J’s. I am scared about this one but it gives me serious goose bumps and I have decided I want to do it.

3. A gang bang. I figured I’d just come out and say it. Thinking about it gets me seriously turned on. If you are ok with it, I want to do it without you there, just so I can relax and really let go. I am sure I will like it and we can do another one with you there if you want to, J said he wants to meet you and he’ll love to do both. Tell me and drop this if it is too much.

4. Have sex in the dunes. I want to do this with you first and, maybe, do it with a stranger too. Your idea of me going for a walk with someone, getting out of sight and you not knowing what I’m doing is really sexy.

5. Do something with that guy at the beach. A blowjob maybe? He could be the stranger in the dunes. Or not. This one is conditional on you having the guts to ask him though. (We were at the nude beach a few weeks ago, a guy walked past us. He was fully naked, heading off for a walk along the beach, it goes for miles. I just figured he might be her type and, also, he has a rather large, fat cock. I told her about him and when I saw him heading back our way, I said she should check him out. She did and I was right, she did find him attractive. I told her she should fuck him, she told me she’d think about it, I thought she was just teasing me. This whole stranger thing is very new).

6. A wild card for you, I really want you to choose something. I doubt that I can’t ever get over my feelings of guilt but I think this will help. Whatever you want, with me, without me, for you, for me. Seriously, anything.

The other six, the ones from my silly, original list that aren’t done yet. I still can’t (or don’t) really believe it, but she said she is determined to do them. There’s no timeline or plan, just determination. I’ll say one thing, if I know Louise that will be enough.

7. Give two guys just a blowjob only.

8. Have an MFF threesome (she even knows there’s a difference between FMF and MFF, she said this has nothing to do with her guilt either, she has always been coy about it and has now said she wants to do it. Now for the hard part, finding the couple for her to do it with).

9. Go braless in public while wearing something a bit see through. (A while ago, I would have said this was no chance, more unlikely that the sex ones even).

10. Have sex with a stranger. (Probably covered by one or two of her new list but we’ll leave it here just in case, she can always tick off multiples).

11. Let a guy feel your bare boobs. (this should actually be easy, if she follows through on the card night thing with J, more about that later).

12. Answer the door bottomless.

Hotwife Spectrums

For a long time, I have had a bit of a metal picture about a Hotwife spectrum or, more accurately, a cuckold kind of spectrum for a Hotwife’s husband. I see it as line, with a zero in the middle. On the left, all the way over at -10 sits the full on, alpha male stag. One the far right is the fully humiliated, caged up cuckold kind of husband. To begin with, when we started talking about my fantasies, I pictured myself being at the far left. I figured I’d be the one in control, screening dates, always there to watch etc. Not only is that how it didn’t evolve, it’s not actually how I found I really wanted it to be. I enjoyed the bit of control Louise had taken, I loved the anticipation, the tension and all else that went with not being in control. I loved the way she seemed to be more confident, the way she held things back at times, the way she knew how to tease me right to the limits that worked so well for me.

I guess I’m speaking in past tense there, but it’s not over by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, we may have only really just started to see where this will go. Louise is stretching limits, her own and mine. It is electrifying.

I guess my past tense comes from my mental picture and being totally challenged on where I sit on that little spectrum. It’s not like there was a test to give an absolute score, nothing like it in fact, but I had started to figure I actually sat somewhere around the -5 to -7 mark. Definitely not anywhere near the right of the zero point on my line but, usually, I was happily sitting somewhere to the right of that total stag point.

Going back a few weeks now, we were fighting. In reality, I was sulking. I couldn’t help feeling like I had been betrayed, by the secret affair Louise had been having with Tom, off and on, for quite a number of years. It hurt to know she had done that and had not been able to find a way to be honest, not even after she knew all about my fantasies. Honestly, it feels weird to have been so down and dark about something when, at the same time, it turned me on immensely and that one factor alone has challenged me about where I sit on my silly little spectrum line.

Then there is Louise’s part in it too. We fought, we argued, we didn’t talk at all for a few days there. Then she got as aggressive as I have ever seen her, certainly from the perspective of giving me a talking to at least. She got in my face at one stage, she told me she feared we were losing each other and she told me we needed to have a serious conversation. It was warts and all too, and it was way too much and too deep to even want to share it here.

At one stage, I guess I had gotten a bit lost in my own anger. I started asking things like how many times had she sucked his cock before I knew about it, had she taken it up the arse with him by then, how much of his cum had been inside her when we were having sex. She actually reminded me that we were barely even having sex when she started with Tom, it was true, it was a rough patch. She was answering my questions too, defiantly and honestly.

“Every time I was with him,” she said when I asked how many times she had sucked him.

“Yes, he came inside me plenty of times we didn’t have a condom first time and never used one after that.”

And so on.

My downstairs mate betrayed me too, at the time I wasn’t actually feeling any happiness with any of our conversations but he was rock hard, I couldn’t help how much it still turned me on. Louise noticed, she grabbed it, she said something like, “why don’t you just get over yourself, deep down you love what I did?”

I wouldn’t say she was right, deep down I hated so much of it, I guess I still do. But there was definitely that other side kicking in. Ha, I guess it’s like two little guys sitting on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. One says “she cheated, you should be mad.” The other one says “how good is this, your wife has been fucking other guys for years?”

We ended up in bed after that little fight. Big fight actually. After she grabbed me and felt how hard I was, she rode me in her animalistic way and just before I came she said something that is true.

She said, “you love that your wife is a dirty slut.” It wasn’t a question, it was a very true statement. She also said something about not being done and if I wanted a slut then she was going to show me how much of one she is ready to be. More on that later.

So, back to my spectrum and how my view on it has been challenged. She kicked my arse that day, there was lot more things said. My mental picture has me sitting somewhere much close to the middle now, I don’t have any control and am happily in it for the ride I guess.

That’s it for now, there’s more I’m going to write later.

My wife has asked me, several times, if I think she is a slut. Or if she is being too slutty for me. I really hate to use that word about her, I like to think I’d break a guy’s nose if he called her a slut.

Has she been a bit promiscuous? Yes. Is she wild? Yes.

Maybe @wifeshottie has commented with a better word to describe her. Is she a bit of a nympho? Yep.

Well, to stay things have quietened down since June would be quite the understatement. Louise met up with Grant in early June, when he came back to our home city for a long weekend. She stayed the night with him on the Saturday and got home just after noon on the Sunday, she was a rather tired girl.

Then, a couple of weeks later, she slept with Tom for one last time, her first and easily closest FWB. They had chatted during the week and Tom told her that he was thinking of trying to get a bit more serious with another woman that he had started dating (Louise did know about her). I was away at work and he took her back to the hotel where they first slept together. She told me she cried a little in the morning too, nothing to surprise me as I have known she has felt quite close to Tom for a while now. There’s nothing to threaten me in their closeness by the way, they were good friends to begin with and grew a little closer since things became physical between them. It was actually harder for Tom apparently, he had gotten to the point where he was quite jealous of the time Louise spent with his mate Grant and even the massages she has been having. Anyway, time will tell if things work out with his new lady I guess, I’m pretty certain Lou would be quite than willing for their little relationship to kick back off if it doesn’t work out.

Now Grant is in a similar boat, just a few weeks ago he told Louise he was bringing someone with him next time he came back home. He actually said he’s not fully serious yet and wanted to still see Louise, but she won’t have it like that. It’s not that she expects guys to be exclusive of course but she doesn’t want to have anything to do with them playing around on someone they’re in a relationship with. She did say things were cooling off with Grant anyway, her night with him in June was still fun (and she did have some amazing orgasms) but there’s just not the same spark, or connection, she really needs to keep it going. Like the sex was really fun but now let’s move on kind of situation.

That same thing happened even quicker with my friend Steve. The messed around a few times and then just stopped, we’re both sure he was a bit weirded out by having sex with his mates wife and, again, the connection (other than being friends) wasn’t really there. It was probably just right to finish up as it was, which is not to say something might not happen at another time of course.

Although the visits have been much less frequent that they were for a while, her massage guy is still in the wings. She has just found it harder to get the time to treat herself of late, things have been really busy with her work and, ironically I guess, I have been away with work more often which actually makes it harder for her to find the time to have a little fun (just by me not being around to share the load of being a mother and housekeeper). But, I’m home now for a few weeks and she does have an appointment next week.

So, with all of that, the intense sexual excitement between the two of us has also waned, just a little bit. I got home from my latest work trip just a couple of days ago, and did get a very welcome blowjob in the spa by the way.

Louise raised the subject, while we were still in the spa, just after that blowjob. As she usually does, she started off by asking me how I was feeling about things, was I having any regrets over what we have been doing for the last year or so. Of course I haven’t, no regrets whatsoever and I told her, if anything, I was hoping things would pick up for her somehow, sometime soon. She had been thinking along similar lines and told me she had some ideas

First of all, she reminded me of the sexual bucket list I sent her a few years ago. She had deleted it, out of her usual fear of someone (our children) finding it in her emails and wanted to know if I still had a copy. She said it might be fun to see how many items we would tick off as done now and, also, went on to suggest something new to do with it. I have now been tasked with getting the list ready for our first day of the beach for this coming summer season (I’m really hoping for some warm weather very soon!). We do talk about sex a lot when we’re together at the beach, it’s our little thing I guess, and she wants us to do a couple of things with the list. First of all is to go through it and talk about all the things that have been done, have some fun recounting a few things. I have to tell her my top three moments from all of it too, and the three biggest turn ons. That is going to be hard but not as hard as finding the three things I liked the least.

Then she told me to pick a number between one and ten. I’m dumb as a post sometimes, I wish I had chosen ten, or even nine but I said six. Then she told me I have to pick the top ten things from my bucket list (I am allowed to add new ones if I think of them) and she will do her absolute best to do six (my chosen number) over the next six months. You know, I very nearly said three, I’m so glad I didn’t.

So, I have some work to do, especially with trying to be creative with picking my next top ten from the bucket list!

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

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

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.

……….

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

Dares Completed

I wrote in my last post below about Louise raising my bucket list and her little game that resulted in her saying I can pick ten more items and she will commit to doing at least six of them in the next six months. In reality, my “bucket list” is nothing more than a compilation of dares copied from here on tumblr. My favourite 100 if you like. Some are copied directly, some have been slightly modified and there is just a few that I actually wrote myself.

This is the list of those dares that Louise has actually done. It probably looks like she is a raging exhibitionist and super experienced hotwife. Let me just say that is absolutely not the case. Whilst the hotwife thing pretty much exploded into something huge in a short time, it actually took over twenty years from the first time I mentioned my fantasy and over four years from the time we seriously talked about it. She had tried via dating sites but just couldn’t bring herself to do it, not until an unexpected blowjob one night for her friend Tom.

Even just the sexy dares are very few and far between, the list of completed ones below is all there is to tell. She is actually super shy, and really not confident of showing her body. She still will absolutely not go braless anywhere apart from around the home. She still struggles to wear a sexy bikini anywhere apart from when we’re away on holiday, she is almost terrified of bumping into someone we know if she wears one.

She’s been married once before, to a very controlling and jealous guy. He would freak out if another guy so much as looked at her, the thought of wearing something sexy when he was around just never happened. He was also very picky about her appearance, telling her things like her boobs were too saggy after having her first child. Although we have broken down most of those things I am sure they still play on her mind, at least sub-consciously. There is no doubt having sex with other guys has given her confidence an enormous boost. I think Grant has especially done that, he is quite a bit younger and to have had him lusting after her, telling her lots of dirty things he wants to do to her sexy body and the like has given her a boost that I could not give. There’s nothing like hearing it from another guy I guess.

But then, just occasionally and even before Tom, the dormant, naughty Louise would come out. I would often see and experience it for myself after a few margaritas or white wines and, over the last four or five years, see glimpses without the help from a little bit of alcohol. Louise has always had a thing for massages, in her own words she just loves to be touched. Our first real dirty little secret occurred when I organised an interstate trip for a tantric massage for her. It wasn’t perfect, but the guy did fill her with compliments and he did have a hard on for the whole massage, all of which helped her self-esteem. Whilst nothing else remotely sexual happened for another few years, there was a noticeable change in her “sexiness”, especially over the summer and in the way she dressed. Suddenly, and thankfully, cleavage started to become normal as did shorter dresses.

I should also say Louise has loved going to the nude beach for several years now, for a long time it was the one and only thing where I’d get a chance to show off my sexy wife. She started off still being pretty demure about it all, we’d walk forever to get past the crowd and she’d get really uncomfortable when guys got close. Those barriers are well and truly gone now, she no longer cares who or how many people are around or what they see, there has even been a few special times when she had made sure a lucky guy has gotten to see all the goods.

So here’s the cut from my 100, the list of 49 completed bucket list items (haha, I did not know we were so close to fifty!).

Wear short dresses with sexy underwear

Wear short dresses without underwear

Wear a dress that is slightly see through, with sexy underwear

Wear a dress that is slightly see through with no underwear

- these are all regular occurrences, she often wear dresses like this now. I actually really like the slightly see through ones with her sexy underwear. We went shopping at a big Ikea store once, after the beach. She had on a white dress that was just a bit see through, with a black bikini bottom underneath. I pulled the bikini bottom up high, up her bum so it looked cheeky and she walked around the shop like that for a while, it was very sexy to me. She wears the same dress without underwear, or a bikini, underneath but it actually isn’t anywhere near as noticeable as something sexy and contrasting. I’m working on getting her to wear her red thong bikini underneath it one day, with a stop at the shops planned on the way home. Wish me luck.

Wear a short, loose or split skirt/dress on a breezy day with sexy underwear

- this happened just once, way before any dares or the like ever happened. We went out for lunch and she was wearing a long dress that has a big split right up the side (I loved that dress, it was very sexy). The wind caught it and blew the front of it right open, fortunately for me right as two guys were approaching us. Louise got all embarrassed and held on to the dress tightly for the rest of the walk to our car, I thought it was super hot. It was also well before she knew any details about my big fantasies but, that day, she did get some confirmation that I love her dressing sexy.

Wear a dress that is very see through, with no underwear - twice

- The first time was at a hotel while we were on holiday, she took her wet bikini off (that was naughty and sexy in itself) and walked to our room just wearing a very, very see through black cover up. We passed two gardeners who definitely would have gotten a good look.

- The second time was after a morning at the nude beach, she has a short, flowery black dress that she sometimes wear. She was washing her feet under an outdoor shower, the way the sunlight was made her dress very see through, she had no bikini bottoms on and her pussy could be very clearly seen. There was people everywhere too, mostly guys, one stood watching her waiting for the shower, he had to have seen. I actually had no idea the dress was so see through and made the mistake of telling her (ha ha), now she won’t wear that one to the nude beach in case we see someone we know on the way back to our car. I should clarify that the nude beach is a walk along the sand from a popular, public beach. We have to come back past the main beach and then into the big car park, there’s usually heaps of people around.

Go very see through on the balcony

- she has done this twice, once during the same holiday as the see through walk mentioned above, we were on the second floor and the same gardeners were working just below us. She wore the same see through cover up while leaning against the rail, having a glass of wine.

- The first time was a couple of years earlier, holidaying at the same place actually. It was probably the very first real and deliberate exhibitionist type thing she ever did. We were in a ground floor room and she went outside to hang towels on a rack, wearing just a very sheer, white cover up. I told her how sexy it was and was pleasantly surprised when she came out with drinks and nibbles. We sat on the ground floor balcony for a couple of hours and an older guy in the room next to us even joined us for a beer. She didn’t stand up while he was there but he could very clearly see her boobs. She got really turned on and fucked me wildly before we showered to go to dinner that night.

Open your legs for an up skirt flash, wearing sexy underwear - twice

- an Uber driver got to see this one night, I completely missed it but she told me about it when we got inside.

- the second time happened last summer, it was one of her real take me by surprise moments. We went to my longest and “bestest” mate’s place for afternoon drinks one hot afternoon, another friend and his wife were also there. Louise wore a little summer dress, with underwear one (a fairly conservative bra but with a sexy pair of high cut panties). Us three guys were in the pool when she came over and sat on the edge, with her lower legs in the water. As she sat down, I got a really good upskirt view and I felt fairly sure that either two might have too. The same happened when she got up to get another drink, and again when she sat down again. That time, after getting a drink, the other two girls also came and sat on the edge of the pool (they were wearing shorts), I thought Louise was being a bit careless, or maybe just carefree, as she was making no attempt to stop her panties from being seen. She had her legs parting as she swirled the water with her feet, she even had her knees tucked up under her chin for a bit there. I doubt the other girls would have seen or even noticed but, from the pool itself, us three guys couldn’t have missed it. When we got home, I told her what we were seeing and that I thought it was very sexy, expecting that she didn’t actually know how much of a show she was putting on. But no, I learned it was all very deliberate and for my benefit, she even asked if I noticed how H kept going back to right in front of her and that she thought he even gave up on trying to not get noticed looking. Yeah, it was very hot.

Flash your ass to another man in public

Flash your pussy to another man in public

Open your legs for an up skirt flash, no underwear

- these three all happened when I had my fuel incident, written about in an earlier post here.

Drive or sit in the passenger seat bottomless

Get naked in the car and show off to truckers

- she has done these two several times, the first time a trucker saw her naked in the car was the fuel incident day, it was what got her turned on and made the big exhibition event happen. Going bottomless, or pulling her dress up is a regular occurrence. There was one time we felt sure she got seen too, by an old guy who walked up to the side of our car, to cross the road in front of where I had stopped. It wasn’t intentional, she was just sitting cross legged with her dress pulled right up, neither of us were paying attention and didn’t even notice the old guy until he did a double take and looked straight in through the front windscreen. I hope he enjoyed it.

Wear a Brazilian cut bikini bottom at a public pool or beach

- she has several cheeky bikini bottoms but she actually won’t wear them in public very often, normally just when we’re away on holiday (her fear of being seen by some we know stop it from being regular). The few times she has done it, when on holiday, have been sexy highlights for me. One of the times was when we were lying around a resort pool on sun lounges, I was coming back from getting drinks and she was lying on her stomach wearing her sexy red thing bikini. A passing guy did the full head turn thing as he walked on by her, I loved telling her about it whilst she sipped that margarita!

Get changed at back of car

- she did this at the beach one day, when we got back to the car, changing from a bikini and cover up into a pair of shorts, bra and t-shirt. Unfortunately, there was nobody around but she did get fully naked.

Go nude on the balcony

A pic of her bare boobs pressed against glass. Balcony? Elevator? Shop window? Fridge section of a grocery store?

- she came close enough with these two during one of little weekend away type holidays. I got the boobs on the window photo from our balcony after dinner one night and then, the next morning, got one of her fully naked on the balcony folding up the towels. It was very early in the morning and I don’t think she got seen but still, it was fun.

Get the mail naked

- there was no mail to get but one night, after a couple of margaritas, she did walk to the mail box and back, completely naked.

Skinny dip in the pool when friends are around

- paid this one after she skinny dipped in my mate Steve’s pool, which led to more than just a skinny dip that night.

Send sexy photos to another man

- she sent bikini shots to Tom well before they ever properly got together.

- She sent the same shots to a guy we met through some dog training we were doing, I actually though, for a while, that there was a chance she might have sex with him. He would have been the first but it didn’t eventuate.

Go to a nude beach and spread your legs to give all the men full visual access.

- this is almost a common occurrence now. It was one of her dares the first time it happened. Then, a couple of times, I asked her to do it when a particular guy used to come and sit near us. She has probably done it, or bent over in front of a guy, at least another half a dozen times now without me asking. That’s the deliberate times, I’m not counting the incidental stuff that happens when you’re naked on the beach, just when she has very deliberately given someone the full show.

Sext someone

- she did some mild sexting with the dog training guy, she told him she would make him tap out if they ever got together in a bedroom and said something about how her oral skills would be something new for him (there had been blowjob inferences in what they were talking about at the time).

- she did some really dirty stuff when she was trying the adult dating profile thing, with two guys that she thought about taking things further with (before she got cold feet). She very explicitly talked about sucking their cocks and how she would love to taste their cum. One of the guys asked where he could put his “big Italian cock” and she told him no holes were off limits, she even told him something like “yes, I would love to feel your big bare cock cumming in my arse.”

Openly talk dirty to another man on the phone in front of your husband.

- she did this with Grant one night before he came home for a weekend (she really was quite dirty too).

Be spanked by someone

- Grant and her regular massage guy have both done this for her, it is something she has always loved.

Talk dirty in the bedroom, tell me what he’s doing to you.

- this used to be a sometimes fantasy thing, before anything real actually happened. (Now it happens frequently and a lot of what she says is real).

Get a lap dance from a female stripper

- we did this nearly a year ago, the last time we went away for a few nights. She had a sensual massage, with one orgasm, in the afternoon then we went to a strip club the night. Louise had a private dance with one of the girls, one she thought had the sexiest arse ever. Then we sat by the stage and paid a bit extra for two girls to get it all off right in front of us.

Another guy gives you a nude massage.

- has happened with four different guys now, one was actually very early in our marriage, but it was non-sexual.

Another guy gives you a nude, sensual massage. With orgasms.

- I have lost count of how many individual times this has happened but she has done it with three different guys, just once with two of them, then heaps of times with her now regular, local guy.

- I am hoping for a repeat visit to the second guy this summer, with more to happen this time.

Touch or hold your masseur’s dick, through his jeans is ok but not preferred.

- this happened a fair bit with the first massage guy, she held and squeezed his bare dick after he basically put it in her hand. Interestingly, she didn’t actually tell me about that bit for many months, she was too worried I’d be jealous and get angry.

- she felt the second guy’s hard on, against her arm but didn’t touch it herself.

- her regular guy is usually naked and she does more than just hold his dick.

Suck your masseur’s dick.

- this has only happened with her regular guy.

- still hoping for it to happened with the second guy if/when we head interstate and include a visit with him again.

Have sex with your masseur

- as above, it has only happened with her regular guy. There isn’t much they haven’t done now too, except for something mentioned below.

Make out with someone

- well, that has happened with four guys now

Give a hand job

- Grant, Tom and the regular massage guy have all had hand jobs. I would love there to be someone, maybe a stranger, that it is the only thing she does with him.

Receive oral sex from someone else, double points if I get to watch

- all four guys have enjoying going down on Louise, I have watched it with three (not the masseur).

Give oral sex to someone else, double points if I get to watch

- ditto, I have seen it with the three.

Send texts telling your husband what another man is doing to you

- maybe not quite to the letter of this one but she has texted me, between fucks, to tell me what Grant has been doing to her.

Spit roast - suck one cock while getting fucked by another

- she has done this with Grant and Tom, with Grant and me, and with Steve and me.

Do anal with someone other than your husband

- both Tom and Grant have been lucky enough to do this. Tom has done it twice, I don’t know how many times with Grant now but I’d guess at least three or four. She said the first time with Grant was quite scary, as he’s big, but she was surprised how quickly she relaxed and started to enjoy it. It is now something we do far more regularly that we ever did before, I especially love doing it when she has her vibrator on her clit. Feeling her orgasm while I’m in her ass is pretty amazing.

Don't clean up before letting your husband fuck you after getting fucked

- yeah, ok, this has happened plenty of times now. After all four guys actually. It used to be something she said she couldn’t understand and, even if she did ever sex with another guy, she didn’t want me to have “sloppy seconds.” I can’t help it if my dick gets really hard after she has been fucking someone can I?

Jerk a man off in a hot tub across from your husband

- I paid this one because it has happened in Grant’s swimming pool. Close enough. She gave him a full handjob (making him cum) while I sat next to them and watched.

Fuck another guy with your husband watching

- I have watched her with Grant and with Steve a couple of times

Fuck two other men with your husband watching

- Just the once. With Grant, Tom and I taking turns and them doing it to her together while I watched.

Go on a vacation with another man for sexual adventures - text and send pics to hubby at home

- paid this one as she had a dirty weekend away with Grant once. I got some dirty texts but no pics. It’s another thing she is paranoid of, the boys accidentally intercepting naughty pics or them sharing across our cloud accounts.

Have bareback sex with someone

- all four guys have done this now.

Have someone cum inside you.

- as above, all four guys have done this

Find a boyfriend for regular sex

- Tom would have fit in this category.

Try dp

-she first did this twice with Tom and Grant before I got to experience it.

- the first time was with Tom in her ass then, later that same day, the other way around.

Do something sexual that you’ve never done with your husband.

- per the dp above one, I had only dreamt of this before she did it with Tom and Grant.

- this dare is one that I can put out there again, now that I have been lucky enough to do the dp thing too!

Sucking two guys

- I don’t believe she has tried to get two into her mouth at the same time but I have watched her take turns on Tom and Grant as they sat side by side on the edge of Grant’s pool and again, in his bedroom, as she knelt in from of them.

And that is it, for now at least. Finding some new sexual dares, to include in the ten, is going to be tricky. she has now done almost everything I could have ever dreamed of.

Finally, here’s the other 51. I need to pick my next top ten soon.

Wear a dress that is very see through, with sexy underwear

Go braless in public

Go braless in public while wearing something a bit see through

Flash your boobs to another man in public

Wear a thong bikini at a public pool or beach

Wear a sexy bikini top, preferably too small

Take sexy or nude photos in public places, upskirt, bend over, flashing

Wear a bikini that goes see through when wet, then get wet

Wear a very small or micro bikini

Give a down blouse view without a bra on

Answer the door wearing something sexy

Answer the door in just a t shirt and sexy undies

Answer the door topless

Answer the door bottomless

Answer the door in a towel

Answer the door in a towel and drop it

Give the landscapers/repair men a show (I could probably almost pay this, given that she did go braless under a t shirt once, something she just never does)

Go topless in the hot tub when friends are around

Go nude in the hot tub when friends are around

Send nude photos to another man

Get a small risqué tattoo, or one in a private place

Change into your bikini at the beach, you must be a little bit careless

Stay topless on the beach for a while

Change into your bikini at the beach, it can be quick but make no effort to cover up

Do a nude walk, outside somewhere where there is some chance of being seen

Perform the hallway challenge

Go topless on the balcony

Pantyless in restaurant, short dress, one that is risky

Same as above but flash the waiter

Submit a sexy review photo to an online shopping site

Naked in hotel spa

Let a guy feel your boobs, clothes on

Let a guy squeeze your arse, clothes on

Let a guy feel your bare boobs

Let a guy squeeze your bare arse

Let someone finger you

Have sex with a stranger

Send a picture of you holding a big cock

A female gives you a nude, sensual massage. With orgasms.

I watch a guy give you a sensual massage

Have a threesome with another man and another woman

Make husband lick your clit while another man fucks your pussy (I’m not sure I actually want to do this, at the time I picked it to be a little controversial).

Have someone cum on you and pic for hubby

Give someone a blowjob and pic for hubby

Have someone take naked pics of you on their bed and send to hubby

Shower with someone and Skype it for hubby

Have sex with more guys since you've been married than you had sex with before

Have sex on a boat

Be a unicorn for another couple

Go down on another woman

Have an MFF threesome while I watch (there is no point in even listing one where I participate).