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14/08/2021
Last week my wife went out on a date with another man. I had shared her a couple of times before but it was always with me present and even joining in. I had tried to encourage her for more of the same but she was reluctant saying servicing two guys at once was both physically and emotionally draining and she that was quite happy with just me.
And then we meet John. We both liked him and spent quite afew evenings together and while hinted to my wife that he was a perfect candidate to invite into our marritial bed she continued to decline. Then I started to think about the two of them going out on a date without me and the idea soon grew into what could almost be called an obsession. When I first suggested the idea to her she shrugged away from it but after a bit of perseverance using the logic that 'its only a date. you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with and if things don't work out then you can always come home early'
she eventually conceded to allow me to phone John to see what he thought of the idea. She was listening in and I was delighted when he said he was over the moon about taking her out somewhere. I gave her the phone and left her alone to work out the details.
They decided on the next Friday night and I don't think my cock was soft one time during those lead up days. She kept saying that nothing would probably happen more than dinner and a few drinks. I said I was happy with whatever she decided but reminded her over and over that she had a free pass to do anything she wanted. Of course I was hoping desperately that the least she would bring home was a few sexy stories of how the night went to share with me.
Friday eventually rolled around and I left her alone to prepare for her date. It would have been good to watch and especially see what underwear, if any, she would choose and while that would have been a great indicator on how she was treating this night I preferred the intrigue in not knowing.
When she came down I couldn't believe how hot she looked. She had selected her sexist dress...one she kept for special occasions. A very short black number with a low cut and very revealing back. In that dress I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. I was very tempted to slide my hand up under the short hem of her dress to check her panties or lack off but instead gave her a cuddle and wished her the best for the evening. The taxi I had ordered tooted and she was out the door and gone. She hadn't wanted to tell me where she was meeting John or what they had planned for the evening and my mind was racing as the taxi drove off down the road. My cock was also rock hard.
I had decided I would spend the night playing with my cock but not cum as I stayed home and let my imagination run wild with thoughts on how their evening was transpiring. I had asked my wife to try and send me regular txts during the evening on how things were going stating that I wouldnt worry about her if I knew all was well. Secretly I wanted her words to add fuel to the fire of my already sizzling imagination.
The first tx came in about 2 hours after she had left and just said all was well and they were having a drink together. Without realizing it my hands were rubbing my cock as I read these words. I poured myself a scotch and sat down and thought about the two of them sharing a drink.....would they be looking into each others eyes...what would they be chatting about...all sorts of senarios raced through my brain and my cock grew harder and the minutes ticked by slower that I had thought possible.
It was another hour before I heard from her again and she said they were off to dinner and that things were going great.
My hands continually rubbed my the hardness between my legs and I wondered if they had kissed yet....I felt sure that would happen at some stage even if it was just an innocent good night peck.
The bottle in front of me was almost empty when the next tx popped up and it took me alittle by surprise when I read it "Things going great and starting to warm up.' I really wanted to reply and ask for more details but didn't want their evening to be spoilt by a pesky husband wanting details of his wife's possible infidelity.
I waited patiently and my cock was aching in anticipation of her return. I hadn't really anticipated a time to expect her home but knew I would take her the moment she walked in the door. I would slowly make love to her while she revealed all about her night out with the very handsome John. I was hoping her cunt would be well used....even with the possibilty of a cream pie.
Then the bombshell arrived. I grabbed my phone when it beeped thinking she might be letting me know her ETA back home. Afterall it was close to midnight. if anything was going to happen surely it would have by now. Suddenly I was wide awake as I read "Don't wait up...going back to John's for the night' See you in the morning!"
Suddenly I found I wasn't rubbing myself as I had done after the earlier txts. When I had shared her with the other guys before I had handled everything except when she got into real passionate kisses with them. I loved watching their cocks entering every hole in her body and I loved the way she responded but a couple of times the green eyed monster had reared its ugly head as she embraced in long and deep loving kisses with them. I didn't let it get to me as that would have been extremely contradictory to having and encouraging a hotwife but took it on the jaw saying to myself that sort of thing is bound to happen and is to be expected and accepted.
But here was that same selfish gut feeling as it dawned on me that my wife who I was expecting home any minute would actually soon be wrapped in the arms of another man....kissing....rubbing...sucking.....fucking...moaning with pleasure.
Then I began to think ahead and started to think about the great stories she could tell me in the morning. There would be a whole nights worth so hopefully they would stretch long into the day and being a Saturday we could stay in bed all day. I am sure her stories would keep me hard for hours.
I went to bed alone but thoughts of what they could be doing at any given moment kept me tossing and turning all night. I missed having her sexy body cuddled up next to me and I had spurts of jealously when I thought he would be doing that very thing all night. the old saying 'be careful what you wish for ' kept going through my mind. I concentrated on what I would get when she got home.....the exact sort of wife I wanted.....a wife who had been bold enough to spend a nigh with another man knowing her husband was home alone...waiting for her return. Jealously was just part of it and I would have to learn to get over it. In fact I wondered if jealously had indeed added to the whole experience as I enjoyed every inch of her body...the body John had enjoyed the night before
And I am happy to finish of by saying Saturday was even better than I had hoped for. She got home about ten oclock saying they slept in after not getting much sleep the night before. Unfortunatley she had showered before coming home but her story telling was dirty enough to make up for that small let down
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And then we meet John. We both liked him and spent quite afew evenings together and while hinted to my wife that he was a perfect candidate to invite into our marritial bed she continued to decline. Then I started to think about the two of them going out on a date without me and the idea soon grew into what could almost be called an obsession. When I first suggested the idea to her she shrugged away from it but after a bit of perseverance using the logic that 'its only a date. you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with and if things don't work out then you can always come home early'
she eventually conceded to allow me to phone John to see what he thought of the idea. She was listening in and I was delighted when he said he was over the moon about taking her out somewhere. I gave her the phone and left her alone to work out the details.
They decided on the next Friday night and I don't think my cock was soft one time during those lead up days. She kept saying that nothing would probably happen more than dinner and a few drinks. I said I was happy with whatever she decided but reminded her over and over that she had a free pass to do anything she wanted. Of course I was hoping desperately that the least she would bring home was a few sexy stories of how the night went to share with me.
Friday eventually rolled around and I left her alone to prepare for her date. It would have been good to watch and especially see what underwear, if any, she would choose and while that would have been a great indicator on how she was treating this night I preferred the intrigue in not knowing.
When she came down I couldn't believe how hot she looked. She had selected her sexist dress...one she kept for special occasions. A very short black number with a low cut and very revealing back. In that dress I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. I was very tempted to slide my hand up under the short hem of her dress to check her panties or lack off but instead gave her a cuddle and wished her the best for the evening. The taxi I had ordered tooted and she was out the door and gone. She hadn't wanted to tell me where she was meeting John or what they had planned for the evening and my mind was racing as the taxi drove off down the road. My cock was also rock hard.
I had decided I would spend the night playing with my cock but not cum as I stayed home and let my imagination run wild with thoughts on how their evening was transpiring. I had asked my wife to try and send me regular txts during the evening on how things were going stating that I wouldnt worry about her if I knew all was well. Secretly I wanted her words to add fuel to the fire of my already sizzling imagination.
The first tx came in about 2 hours after she had left and just said all was well and they were having a drink together. Without realizing it my hands were rubbing my cock as I read these words. I poured myself a scotch and sat down and thought about the two of them sharing a drink.....would they be looking into each others eyes...what would they be chatting about...all sorts of senarios raced through my brain and my cock grew harder and the minutes ticked by slower that I had thought possible.
It was another hour before I heard from her again and she said they were off to dinner and that things were going great.
My hands continually rubbed my the hardness between my legs and I wondered if they had kissed yet....I felt sure that would happen at some stage even if it was just an innocent good night peck.
The bottle in front of me was almost empty when the next tx popped up and it took me alittle by surprise when I read it "Things going great and starting to warm up.' I really wanted to reply and ask for more details but didn't want their evening to be spoilt by a pesky husband wanting details of his wife's possible infidelity.
I waited patiently and my cock was aching in anticipation of her return. I hadn't really anticipated a time to expect her home but knew I would take her the moment she walked in the door. I would slowly make love to her while she revealed all about her night out with the very handsome John. I was hoping her cunt would be well used....even with the possibilty of a cream pie.
Then the bombshell arrived. I grabbed my phone when it beeped thinking she might be letting me know her ETA back home. Afterall it was close to midnight. if anything was going to happen surely it would have by now. Suddenly I was wide awake as I read "Don't wait up...going back to John's for the night' See you in the morning!"
Suddenly I found I wasn't rubbing myself as I had done after the earlier txts. When I had shared her with the other guys before I had handled everything except when she got into real passionate kisses with them. I loved watching their cocks entering every hole in her body and I loved the way she responded but a couple of times the green eyed monster had reared its ugly head as she embraced in long and deep loving kisses with them. I didn't let it get to me as that would have been extremely contradictory to having and encouraging a hotwife but took it on the jaw saying to myself that sort of thing is bound to happen and is to be expected and accepted.
But here was that same selfish gut feeling as it dawned on me that my wife who I was expecting home any minute would actually soon be wrapped in the arms of another man....kissing....rubbing...sucking.....fucking...moaning with pleasure.
Then I began to think ahead and started to think about the great stories she could tell me in the morning. There would be a whole nights worth so hopefully they would stretch long into the day and being a Saturday we could stay in bed all day. I am sure her stories would keep me hard for hours.
I went to bed alone but thoughts of what they could be doing at any given moment kept me tossing and turning all night. I missed having her sexy body cuddled up next to me and I had spurts of jealously when I thought he would be doing that very thing all night. the old saying 'be careful what you wish for ' kept going through my mind. I concentrated on what I would get when she got home.....the exact sort of wife I wanted.....a wife who had been bold enough to spend a nigh with another man knowing her husband was home alone...waiting for her return. Jealously was just part of it and I would have to learn to get over it. In fact I wondered if jealously had indeed added to the whole experience as I enjoyed every inch of her body...the body John had enjoyed the night before
And I am happy to finish of by saying Saturday was even better than I had hoped for. She got home about ten oclock saying they slept in after not getting much sleep the night before. Unfortunatley she had showered before coming home but her story telling was dirty enough to make up for that small let down
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