Twists And Turns

My word yes. I love any time she looks beautiful, sexy or (sometimes) a little bit naughty.

Thinking back to about three weeks ago and I was on the verge of deleting this whole blog. It felt stupid, it felt wrong and I guess I figured I was just done talking about the fun things. I wrote a whiny post, but deleted that before it even went up. I suppose I’m glad I didn’t now. For one, it has become a bit of a record of the fun we’ve had, then it touched on something that has taken some working through and now, thankfully, I have several more things that I want to write.

I really want to tell the more real side of what happened with J, as I said my last post was a blend of my overactive imagination and what really happened. I am also dying to get down a little bit about something they (Louise and J) have talked about, something I still don’t really believe she will do. I am fast learning not to underestimate a couple of things though - her capacity to surprise me and her out of this world, exploding sex drive.

None of that relates to her earlier affair by the way, that’s another topic. There is probably just one more thing, on that topic, that I’ll touch on sometime.

But first, and what I’ll get on with here, is something we talked about last night. She had actually started the conversation about a week ago, when she said something like if I was truthful I would admit that I think the sluttier she is the better. Something like that. We weren’t exactly in looking ahead mode at that time, it was more of a “told you so” kind of thing to say. Last night was different.

She told me about the thing her and J had been discussing again, I asked her if she was seriously considering it. She didn’t exactly answer me, as is her way. Instead she used it to turn around the conversation, so that she could ask me some questions. We had already booked our little May getaway and we had already gone past the point where we had decided neither of us wanted things to stop. She started to ask me how far was too far, under the guise of “understanding my limits,” she said. I said there was some sick stuff that was definitely way past my interest limit, I made her laugh and then nearly made her gag with a couple of them, that part was fun.

I did say that I like to think I would try my hardest, my very hardest, to do anything she really wanted to do. After all, she has been living out my wildest fantasies, I feel a bit of payback would be warranted. I guess she was really trying to understand a few things though, she did want to explore limits.

“Ok, would you suck Tom’s dick if I asked you to?”

I said I’d prefer not to and, besides, I know full well he wouldn’t have me within a foot of it. Maybe even further.

“Right, what about Grant’s? Or someone else’s?”

If I had to strap on a lie detector and state my choice, then I would choose to suck a dick before I let one anywhere near my arse. So that’s what I told her.

“That’s a yes then,” she said.

“Ok, if your life depended on it then yes, it’d be a yes. But I’d still rather you put a drawing pin in my nipple.”

I figured she’d laugh at that, but she just looked more thoughtful. It was almost scary.

“What about a strap on, me doing you with one that is?”

I sighed, deliberately and loudly. “Sure, as long as it was a small one.”

“Ok then,” she said, exaggerating the look of taking mental notes on that one. I am confident she won’t do it by the way. I’ll keep telling myself that too.

She got a bit serious for a few minutes then. She asked me about another woman, if I wanted to be with one. For the umpteenth time I said no.

“Not even for a bit of revenge?” she asked. “I would hate it but I will let you if you want to.”

It’s not what I want. I reiterated my usual stance, I don’t want that. I did add, as I have done from time to time, unless it was a threesome with you and another woman and you wanted it.

“Not happening.”

I already knew that.

She went a bit quiet for a while, obviously thinking of the hurt stuff. I figured patience and quiet was my best option at that stage.

“I’m sorry babe,” she said after a short while. “I had more.”

She got my best impression of a sexy, reassuring smile in return.

She asked me if i remembered the afternoon in the pool, the day with Tom, Grant and I. I assured that yes, I totally and absolutely remember it.

“Does three guys count as a gang bang?”

My phone was handy, I actually searched for “how many giys needed for a gamg bang.” Thankfully, google figured out what I meant. I was able to inform her that Quora, Reddit and even Wikipedia seemed to agree that three or more guys, with one woman, would indeed be deemed a gang bang.

“Ha,” she said, “so I’ve had a gang bang.”

“And you’ve been in one too,” she added a few seconds later.

She was thinking about something, I was very fucking intrigued. I waited.

“Different question then… umm (she was hesitant)… how many guys would you think are too many… you know, to gang bang me?”

“Twenty five,” I said, without the slightest bit of hesitation. You should have seen how wide her eyes went.

“Really… twenty fucking five. Twenty fucking five would be too many.”

“Yeah, I think so babe, well and truly.”

The penny dropped.

“Righto, smarty pants. How many is one too many then?”

I couldn’t think of any trick ways to answer the question when it was put that way. So I told her my truth, I said I don’t really know. I said more than three is clearly fine, “hot as fuck” I added.

“Any number where they stand around, go for a beer or a sleep, come back for seconds feels like too many.”

I actually didn’t want to say, I really wanted to hear where she was going with this, what her limits would look like. I desperately didn’t want to ruin the chances of hearing her real number by saying something lower. I stalled, I ummed and I avoided answering.

“How about ten then, is that too many?”

The look on her face suggested she was hoping I’d say it was, at least that was how I read it.

“Fuck babe, it does feel like a lot to me, when I think about it. If you really wanted to go that far we could talk about it I guess.” It does actually feel a bit too far out there but I didn’t want to slam the door shut.

“Eight?”

“Eight, ten, what’s the difference?” I asked.

“Good,” she said. Clearly I had said something right there. Not all that intentionally I might add.

Haha, she hasn’t read these posts for a long time by the way. I just send her the really hot memes and screen shots of other sexy stuff.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, I figured I’d treaded water enough by then.

“Yeah, something like that too. Four or maybe even five might be fun.”

“Six?” I asked. I suddenly wanted to know if there was actually a hard limit on this thing. I believed I had also figured out where this was coming from. Finally, it should have been obvious actually, it was from her conversations with J.

“Possibly… if they were all sexy… and they’d have to be gentle.”

She meant so she wouldn’t get too sore, at first I wasn’t certain that was it, so I checked. Sorry, guy thing, just making sure I understood.

This is getting long now, but it has been fun to write. She didn’t ask me any more questions, we kinda lost track of that part of our conversation. We did, however, get back onto the being slutty part of the conversation, once she established that a gang bang with, say, three or four guys (she toned it down a little), unfortunately none of whom would be me, would not be considered too slutty by me.

To wrap this up, it all led to her telling me that she liked my little lists. First she said she is absolutely going to do everything left on that list, I haven’t said anything but I am dying to know if she even remembers that list includes an FFM threesome. Surely she has forgotten.

Anyway, she said she will do the rest of the list and will add things to get it back to a total of ten. Wow. She actually has six to go, but I feel like I want to say a couple more have been done, just to see what she would add to the list herself. I asked her how she felt about me doing a new list as well, she could tell I was thinking of almost evil things for her to do. She is very fearful of being arrested you know!

So, now I wait. If I know my Louise, this list will take a long time to write. I actually shouldn’t even get my hopes up, it may not ever even happen. Fingers crossed.

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…

Not bad for a 43 year old...

That is the question, I now suspect it is more of the latter than I would have previously thought…

Unbelievable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

………….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hmm, maybe I should have?

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

Talking Part 4 - Louise’s fantasy.

I mentioned another guy earlier, one we met through friends and some puppy training days we went to. About a year before Louise gave Tom the first blowjob, she did some pretty sexy texting with this guy. The bits I saw were heavily flirty, with lots of innuendo and, towards the end, some talk about which one would wear the other out in the bedroom. He sent her some photos of some bondage gear, she sent him a bikini photo and he returned serve with a pretty sexy (even raunchy) action photo.

I have a copy of that photo, in a way I wish I could caption it and post it here. That, however, would be a betrayal of both him and Louise so I’ll have to settle for a description instead.

There is a girl on her hands and knees on a bed, she has a mask on and some sort of choker collar, apart from that she is naked. The guy in question, I’ll call him J for now, is standing to the side of the bed, with his impressive looking cock in the girl’s mouth. He has a whip in his hand, a little one that looks like a horse riding crop. Another guy is standing to the right of the picture, just in view. He has a good hard-on happening and is also holding a whip, one of those with multiple leather looking straps, I think they’re called floggers. A chain from her collar disappears off the edge of the photo, I assume he is holding it in his other hand.

At the time, I encouraged Louise to meet J. I thought he would be perfect, he is actually a good looking guy - tall, dark haired, very fit looking and I was sure he would be completely discrete. Louise couldn’t do it though, at the time I knew she “chickened out” mostly through fear of our friends finding out and, also, she just was not ready to step outside of our marriage.

Starting with our beach conversation, I have also recently learnt that it was also because she did not believe I could actually handle what I was saying I wanted. There was good reason too, one day I want to write about some earlier Tom stuff which we have talked about, that played on her mind as did some jealous reactions she saw from the J texts that she did show me. In the end, it was too much uncertainty and she told J that she was sorry for leading him on and that she couldn’t cheat on me (she did not tell him anything about my fantasies).

There was some more texts, one I did not see, apparently they got a little more to the point. She deleted them, again due to uncertainty about some of my reactions. In those texts, J described the situation a little more than you could tell from just the photo. The guy to the right is a colleague, from another firm but working in the same field of their profession. The girl works in that guy’s office. What is unseen in the photo is a third guy, the one who took the photo. It was a bit of a “der” moment for me, I hadn’t even thought about another person being there, but it is obvious neither of the two guys in the picture took it. Anyway, the guy that took the photo is the girl’s boyfriend.

To me that is just more news that J would have been totally cool with what I hoped for but, as they say, no use crying over it now.

Oh, I guess it goes without saying that all three guys fucked that girl that night and, apparently, it wasn’t their first time. Lucky girl, lucky guys I say.

In short, and she did beat around the bush getting to this point, Louise revealed to me that she fantasises about being that girl. She has always had a thing for a good smack on the arse, add that to her enjoyment of a few threesomes (and one foursome I added) and she started to wonder how much fun it would be.

Obviously she has my full encouragement to try and fulfil this newly revealed fantasy. In fact, I’d say I almost begged her to do something to make it happen. I offered to look online, find some dungeon master type dude to take her to, or to “advertise” for someone to show us the ropes. Haha, literally and figuratively.

I know she’s not going to go for that, not the latter option at least. But, and it’s a huge development in my opinion, she has sent J a couple of texts since our little talk on the beach. I got to have a read of them all last night. They are still comparatively innocent but they get just a little flirty towards the end. She started off by saying hi and told him she was playing with our dog and wondered how his was getting on (the dogs are actually litter mates). His is going well and they still catch up with one of the other litter mates for a play every now and then. I mentioned that this could be a good leg in for her to meet up with J. She told me to read on.

She did indeed mention that and they talked about catching up at the beach sometime. J, who clearly has no problem in coming forward, said he hoped she would wear the bikini from the photo. Louise said it had fallen apart so she’d have to wear a different one to which he replied he hoped it was as sexy. He asked for a new photo and she said maybe sometime, but she’d need to have a few margaritas first (talking naughty after a few margaritas was part of their banter from a couple of years ago).

That’s it for now, it’s wait and see what happens time. Louise says she still doesn’t know but, let’s say, I feel more than just a little bit hopeful. She virtually mauled me in bed last night, after we talked about it, and included a fair bit of dirty talk about J, his big dick and his whips while she did so. She wants it, now it’s just a case of seeing if she’ll go through with it.

I’m betting she will.

Pretty much how it happened…

My wife deserves this!