An Ass Like a Twenty-Three Year Old

Some Quiet Time

The house is quiet right now. Rebecca is out running around with the kids. I just finished a decent run, so I thought I'd take a little time to reflect on where we are.

Last night I threw a small surprise 40th birthday party for Rebecca. We had several couples over, including her friend "L" and her husband. Her and Rebecca recapped their Vegas trip of last year for the crowd, telling how Rebecca was offered $600 from the judge if she would let him touch her bare ass. ( see December 2010? for the full story.) Originally, Rebecca told me the offer was to see her newly waxed pussy, and last night they recalled it was to touch her ass. They may have been toning it down for the crowd.

On the topic of her ass, G emailed Rebecca late on the night of her actual birthday. He sent the usual birthday wishes, then followed it up with another email. In it he said that although she was forty, she had the ass of a twenty-three year old. Rebecca figured he was drunk, as he was traveling on business this week. 

For her birthday, I had a cake made with a big picture of Patrick Dempsey printed on edible icing. Rebecca loves his hair, so it's an ongoing joke between us. I overheard her telling someone at the party last night that although she's kept her "number" low, she would be fine adding him to the select few (or two).

When she went to blow out the candles, L piped up, "Hey Rebecca, it's time to blow McDreamy". The whole room howled at that comment. Of course Rebecca, being her lovely self, was telling people how I should be on the cake as well, as I'm her real dream man, etc. It was another one of her close friends who immediately barked out, "Threesome!", which got another round of laughter.

The last guests left around 12:30, and we danced to "Me and Bobby McGee" before cleaning up. Up in our room we quickly undressed each other. In contrast to our tender slow dance, our sex was, for lack of a better word, hard. Being somewhat drunk, I was able to pump her quite hard. She egged me on until I came.

This morning, we woke up and started exploring again. It's funny how even after so long together, I discover new things. I was on top of her, holding my body above her as I pumped her with long strokes. Eventually I pulled too far out and my cock popped out and my shaft landed squarely against her clit. Instead of putting it back in right away, I took the opportunity to rest a little and gently slid my shaft along the outside of her pussy, rubbing her clit with the underside of my shaft. She really enjoyed this, especially when I randomly would plunge my cock back deep inside her.

Eventually, I pulled her on top of me so she could enjoy her favorite position. As she ground against me, I discovered another wonderful subtlety. Typically, Rebecca's nipples are too sensitive to touch very hard. Lately we've found that I actually like my nipples squeezed quite hard as I approach orgasm. Rebecca has been taking that little bit of knowledge and has been using it often. 

This time, though, a thought ran through my mind that we do things to each other that we wish would be done to us. As she rode me, she  approached closer and  closer to her orgasm. It was almost like the tide coming in, with each wave getting closer. She is later into her cycle, and I've found she takes a lot more to reach her peak at this time of the month.

I could feel her nipples stiffen as I covered her breasts with my hands, so I decided to try some payback. As she would climb back up to her peak, I would gently increase the pressure of my fingers on her erect nipples. I was fully prepared for her to redirect my hands, but she responded by grinding hard on top of me. At first, I was gently rolling her hard nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. Eventually, on about the third wave, I was squeezing with a pressure that at any other time would have gotten me slapped. It had to hurt, as her nipples are so large and hard compared to mine. Instead, this last wave of pain/pressure pushed her over the edge, and she came, then collapsed on my chest.

Red, Crotchless

Rebecca and I had a date night Friday. It was a busy week for both of us workwise, so we were looking forward to it. 

We picked a little spot we had been to close to her office. One of my nieces sat with the kids, so we were able to enjoy three hours of uninterrupted conversation. 

We talked about the usual work stuff, Rebecca had a big meeting Thursday with a difficult client group, which went well. I knew it had been on her mind leading up to it, so I was happy to see some of the immediate pressure come off her. 

I was coming back from a seven hour day of driving (for a one hour meeting), so I was ready to chill for awhile too. 

In the restaurant, we had a nice private table. We we were able to chat relatively undisturbed. Those with young children will understand how rare and important this becomes. As we talked, we held hands across the table, like we alway do when we're together. The waitress even called us "cute". (If she only knew we've been married for close to fifteen years.)

The subject of G came up, and we discussed the emails, and I got her thoughts on things. She said the whole thing is an ego boost, but then she immediately qualified it by stating she didn't "need" the ego boost, but it was fun nonetheless. 

We touched on her boundaries, and she made it clear that she has no "deep" interest in him, that she is only having fun flirting. I told her that as long as she's in control ( of her emotions) she was free to have as much fun as she likes. 

Rebecca mentioned that it was cruel to toy with him like that. I told her that my take was, if I was him,  not getting anything sexually fulfilling at home, I would welcome a break to my day having a beautiful woman like her flirting with me. 

That's when she told me a story from a couple of months ago. She was at work, and he emailed her, casually trying to guess what she had on. He guessed more less right, she was wearing a skirt and blouse, although he got the blouse color wrong. 

When she replied to correct him, she added that she was wearing her crotchless panties. 

Him: you're kidding right?

Her: I don't kid.

Him: Seriously?

Her: Seriously, red.

Him: I need proof.

Her: What kind of proof?

Him: Photographic

She didn't respond to that, and he followed up by asking how her day looked, seeing if they could meet for coffee. He also added he was losing his mind.

They didn't get together that day, as she was quite busy. It turns out she was just messing with him, and in fact, her monthly visitor was there.

She told me this as we ate. Knowing that my reserved wife was flirting with another man in this way really turned me on. I was hard under the table, and I told her so. 

A little while later, we got a call from our sitter, so we headed home to put the kids to bed. Rebecca drove the sitter home, then came home and we went to bed. 

Sex that night was hot. Rebecca came quite quickly, so I was able to enjoy her after she had "hers". I pumped her with the full length of my cock, driving in and out of her dripping pussy. I shared my thought with her that she should go out for drinks sometime with him, but this time she should wear the crotchless. That thought alone pushed me over the edge and I filled her completely.

Still on the theme of the red crotchless last night, I asked her if I could take a couple of pictures for either my private stash or even for the blog. 

It's been awhile since her last waxing, so she promised to let me snap a few this week after her "appointment". She's going to Phoenix on a girls trip this weekend, so she has to be pool ready. This "girls" trip is to celebrate my mom's 70th birthday, so it will be tame.

At the very least, I'll have some pics of her to enjoy while she's gone...

Snooping

Last Saturday morning I was up early, letting Rebecca sleep in, when I noticed her blackberry sitting on the bathroom vanity. I had her password from a while ago, so I decided to take a look. I went to her gmail account icon, and fortunately it keeps her logged in. On it, I found four messages between her and G from Friday.

It turns out she is getting more comfortable flirting, and she may have not been as reluctant to step it up as she's let on. The first email I read was from her to him and must have been a continuation of a past conversation. She said something to the effect that he makes her mind wander, and she would enjoy a road trip with him. He responded alluding to her on an airplane ( she had told me some time ago that she had mentioned to him that her and I were members of the "mile high club"). Her response to him caught me completely off guard (in a good way). She suggested she could renew her membership, referencing a flight to a city they both travel to separately on business. 

That Saturday, she was taking a photography class, so in her email, she said he could stop by the class if he needed a picture taken. He didn't take her up on the offer, but his response was revealing. He said she should show the class the pic she sent him of her. He said it would win the class over. Initially, I was floored reading this. She has sent him a pic of herself, most likely from the boudoir session,( but there are others as well.)

It took a few hours for all of this to sink in. She hasn't been at all honest about their relationship, but I have to say, I'm not upset about it. Her dishonesty comes from her lack of comfort with this, and her worries about how I would react. The rest of that Saturday, I was totally turned on. She was too, although she never knew that I had read the emails. During that evening, we would touch and kiss whenever we would pass.

In bed that night, Rebecca came hard as she ground on top of me. I assumed she was extra turned on by her recent email exchange, which of course turned me on even more. I was as hard as I've ever been. Sunday, I was hoping for a sequel to the emails, but when I went to her BB, she had changed the password. That concerned me a bit. I commented on that fact when we were in bed Sunday night. My emotions were on edge, not because of the content of the emails, but because of her need to hide it from me. A million thoughts were running through my mind.

Was she hiding things because she was falling in love? I quickly blurted out my thoughts as we lay in the dark. She turned over and kissed me passionately. She reassured me that she was mine forever. That was all I needed to hear. I kissed her back and we made out like we were eighteen. 

As luck would have it, her monthly visitor had arrived, so I was going crazy with lust, unable to have her. Surprising me, Rebecca simply said, "I want to taste you." She pulled me up so my cock was even with her lips, and took me into her mouth. Up until this point, I hadn't officially confessed that I had looked through her emails, so  I told her as she sucked on me. It was amazing. I started pumping back as I told her what I had read. When I got to the point where I told her I knew she had sent him a picture, I went over the edge, cumming in her mouth, down her cheek and onto her hand. We continued to kiss and hold each other tight as we fell asleep. I slept very well that night.

Looking back, I know she needs some privacy for her to enjoy this. From my perspective, though, I need to be informed to enjoy it. I guess we'll find our where the middle ground is. We love each other very much, and I trust her completely, but without any updates from her to me, this would simply be an affair. I'm hoping now that she sees I'm really okay with things and that I love her no matter what, she'll feel more and more comfortable sharing those critical details with me.  I also understand that we all need our own privacy and personal fantasies. We'll see how it unfolds. 

Fisherman's Intuition

At work yesterday, I was at my desk around a quarter to one, so I thought I would text Rebecca to see how her day was going. 

Me: How's your day?
Me: More specifically, how's lunch?
Her: Good and good. I just saw Rob. (Rob used to work for me, nothing at all interesting here)
Me: How's Rob?
Her: Good
Her: He says hi. I was at some italain 
Me: Some Italian?
Her: Guido's? On 11th. G emailed today asking if I was free for lunch
Her: How is your day going? I'm at the office now.
Me: It's good. I had a feeling...
Her: What feeling? Did you see me? You should have come over
Me: Nothing really, just a hunch. Didn't see you.
Her: Just a hunch? How so? 
Me: Fisherman's intuition.
Her: You're funny. I love you, fisherman.
Me: Love you too 
Her: You make me smile. <3<3 

It turns out G emailed her around 11 to see if she was free for lunch. We had talked some time ago, and I'm fine with her having lunch with him, and had agreed that if I was okay with her seeing him, she would be okay with my meeting him. 

After that text exchange, I had that familiar twinge of jealousy combined with lust that I have to admit I enjoy. What really made this completely enjoyable, was the way she asserted our love at the end. She was out with a man whose company she enjoys, but she let me know afterwards (even though it was just lunch) that she was mine. Very nice.

When we got home, I'm not sure how to describe our dynamic. Rebecca was very affectionate, as was I. Passing each other we would touch, then hug, then have a short, but sultry kiss. She smelled amazing, and I told her so.

In bed later that night, I slowly stroked her back as she lay beside me. I entered her from behind and enjoyed caressing her. I ran my hand from her fingertips, down her arm to her shoulder, lightly tracing my way across her lower back and ass.

We rolled over, and she climbed onto me, and started riding slowly. 

"You're amazing." I told her.

"Why?" she asked. 

"Because you're hot." I replied.

"What makes me hot?" she asked innocently (as she ground herself against me.) I knew she was being coy, sending out this probing question to see if I'll bite.

"You went out for lunch with another man today." I admitted.

"So you enjoyed that?" She asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes." I said. I was doing well up to that point, but I was getting close to erupting.

"Will you do it again?" I asked as I approached the edge.

"Perhaps..." she said, pushing me over it with the simplest of responses..





 

A Hot Weekend

Friday after work I was extremely tired. The week was exhausting from a work perspective, and I really just wanted to get to bed in good time and start the weekend fresh. On the way home from work, Rebecca informed me she went for coffee that afternoon with "someone". Apparently G was downtown to get his car fixed so he called her up to meet for coffee.

I was too tired to give much of a response, it really didn't bother me nor did it turn me on at the time she told me. We went to bed early that night, and I fell asleep sometime before Rebecca (while she read her book). I was lying on my side, asleep, when I awoke to a hand touching my lower back very gently. The hand started creeping around to the front of my boxers, and before it was there, I was rock hard. She reached under my waist band and gently started stroking me from behind.

She had my undivided attention now, so I turned around and laid on my back. Rebecca undressed and mounted me, sliding down on my shaft until I was as deep as possible. I'm not certain if it was because I was freshly awake, or if I had thoughts of her meeting G in the back of my mind, but I came quite quickly. I softened a little, so I went to roll her over onto her back to allow me to gain my second wind (I get hard quicker when I'm on top.) She surprised me this time however, by moving onto all fours and presenting herself to me again. I didn't waste any time getting back inside her, doggie style.

Our second round became more animalistic and raw. I became extremely hard, in fact a lot harder than normal. She was literally dripping our come onto the bed, as I held her hips and pumped her from behind. It was pretty dark in our room, but I could hear as well as feel my balls swinging and slapping into her clit each time my shaft disappeared into her come filled pussy. I could feel our come coating my balls as it dripped from her, adding to the feeling of pure animalistic attraction.

I came not long after that, and collapsed on top of her. When we woke up the next morning, I couldn't resist taking her from behind one more time as she was still wet from the night before (or possibly wet again).

Today, I dropped our daughter off for a birthday party. When I got home, our son was playing over at the neighbor's. The house was quiet as I stepped in the front door, so I quietly went upstairs to find Rebecca. She was up in our room, and was startled as I walked in the room. She had her phone with her and said she was emailing a girl from her work. I laid down on the bed, enjoying a quiet house. Rebecca quickly straddled my thighs, undid my belt and started stroking my cock. She pulled off her shorts and panties as well as my shorts and underwear. She slid down on my cock, again riding me cowgirl style. This time we both quickly came at the same time. Her orgasm was quick and hard. We held each other for a few minutes, then she jumped off me to go get cleaned up before our boy came home.

I'm not sure what has come over her this weekend, but I'm enjoying it. It could be her recent contact with G, and the fact that I'm cool with it, or it could just be because she's getting close to ovulating. Either way, I'm not going to rock the boat. I half jokingly asked her on Friday when we were going to invite him and his wife over for drinks. I don't remember her exact response, but I seem to recall getting the idea that she isn't ready for that just yet.

A Quiet Summer

Where to pick up? After my last post, we went through a series of ups and downs, which eventually ended up with Rebecca pulling the plug on G.

A few weeks ago, I was feeling a little confused. Their relationship had turned into more of a friendship than anything else, and it made me uncomfortable. They emailed/ texted daily, which she told me about, and they were getting together for coffee or drinks about once a week.

It's hard to explain to anyone how I felt about it, Rebecca still doesn't understand how I could be jealous of a friendship, yet still fantasize about her sexually with another man. I never claimed I was easy to figure out.

Her strong values tell her that sex is something reserved for the one you love. How can I argue with that? Her values will however, allow her to become intimate on a friendly basis with another man.

My values are smoewhat opposite. I see the friendship which develops between a man and woman to be more threatening than anything sexual could be, particularly when husband is excluded.

This all came to a head was when I decided to email G and introduce myself. Without posting the actual content, I basically introduced myself and suggested we meet before things continued with him and Rebecca. I also said to hold off telling her that we've emailed until after we met. I know, Mr. Transparency (me) suddenly went covert. I hoped that once we met, we would be able to both convince her things were cool, and they could keep seeing each other. I know that direct communication like this makes her very uncomfortable, so I thought it was best.

He replied, saying he was surprised to hear from me, and that he would be fine meeting. His take, though was that Rebecca should know. I know, this coming from a man sneaking around on his wife. The irony is palpable.

Against my initial thoughts, I came clean with Rebecca that night and told her I had been in contact with G. Suffice to say, she was extremely pissed. I tried to reassure her things were cool, but to no avail. She took it as a huge betrayal, that I would go behind her back.

In my limited defense, I told her nothing embarrassing about her or us was revealed to him. I just thought he and I should meet if the friendship was going to continue. I told her that she would have introduced me to any other of her friends by now, so why the issue? She didn't see it that way, and we're still in different camps on that issue.

As it stands, she has broken off all communication with him, which I'm okay with. She has told me in no uncertain terms to not bring up the hotwife thing. That's not so easy. I'll do my best to honor that request, although I told her I'll still have the fantasies; there's no way to turn that off, and it'll be a shame that I can't share them with my wife.

This all happened a few weeks ago, and things are back to normal. Our love life is back on track, and she's as amazing as ever. She keeps getting hit on at corporate events, but I do my best not to react much when she tells me.

We went on holidays for a week, and each took books to read. She's onto the second book in the "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" series, " The Girl who Played with Fire". Ironically, there is a strong HW character in the  books, Erika Berger. When we got home from our vacation, Rebecca had me read a section of the book which describes the relationship between Erika, her husband, and her friend/lover/business partner, Mikael Blomkvist. Stieg Larsson actually did a good job describing what I thought the dynamic should be like. Again, after I read it, I let sleeping dogs lie.

After I read the passage, Rebecca said she now understands something G had said to her one night they were out. When she told him I was aware she was out with him, he referred to her as Erika Berger. Oh well, I can't dwell on missed  opportunities. It's a shame though that she had to give up on something she enjoyed. For now, we may just be too far apart on the issue. It helps to get this written down, and I'm sure Rebecca will have a slightly different take on things when she reads this.

Take care, I hope everyone is having a good summer.

"Ten Months"

Last night during a bath, Rebecca and I discussed my golf post and how she was different from her cougar coworker. She said she's not the type to dress slutty to go out and pick up.

The conversation continued into our bed where I gave her a massage. She laid down on her stomach while I straddled her ass/legs in order to rub her back and shoulders. As I massaged her, I told her I would have been okay with him coming over if the kids weren't around. I told her I could take the kids for a weekend to my parents' place, leaving her alone in the house. She commented how it would be weird to have him in our house.  

I said that nothing would have to happen if she wasn't comfortable with it. I said it could be strictly platonic like this massage. She was face down with her top off so all I could see was her back as I worked her muscles. She said she did have a massage like this back in University, where she had her top off. She said all the guy could see was the sides of her breasts as he massaged her. 

I worked my way down her back to the top of her ass. I reminded her that she has had plenty of professional massages where she had the top of her ass worked on, so it would still be considered platonic with G. 

After awhile, I pulled her pajama bottoms down to expose her complete ass and told her I knew how much she likes her ass massaged, and I was certain G wouldn't mind doing it. She replied that it would be cruel, since she had no intention of reciprocating. I told her I'm sure G would still enjoy the experience. 

When I finished her ass, I told her I would do her legs and still keep it platonic. I kept a sheet over her and slipped her bottoms down and off her legs. She was now completely naked under the sheet. I carefully uncovered her right leg, tucking the sheet between  her legs. As I worked my way down to her feet, we kept talking. She told me how G had told her recently how he had stumbled across a colleague of his at the office late at night with a "friend". He had apparently interrupted them. As I worked on her leg, I told her that if  she wasn't comfortable with him in our house, she could always visit his office. She laughed it off. When I massaged her foot, she moaned her approval. I finished her right leg and then covered it while exposing her left. 

I was hard the entire time, still wearing my boxer briefs. I mentioned to her that if she can make her husband this hard during a platonic massage, imagine how hard G would get, since he hasn't had a woman in ten months. She said again it would be cruel. I told her to trust me that he would still enjoy it. 

When I was done her leg, I straddled her back, this time "reverse cowboy" style facing her ass and legs. I slipped the sheet down to completely expose her ass, catching a glimpse of her lovely pussy. 

As I massaged her ass, I worked a finger into her pussy from behind, followed quickly by my tongue.

She said, "that doesn't feel platonic.", but she parted her legs as she said it. I continued and she moaned her approval. At this point, we really hadn't established "who I was" as I sat on her back, leaning between her legs, tasting her smooth pussy. 

From her response I could tell she was getting closer to her orgasm, so I got off her and asked her to turn over. As she did, I stripped off my boxers and climbed between her legs. I hesitated briefly with the head of my cock at her slick opening, then plunged it in. As usual, she felt amazing. She asked me how it felt, and I told her she felt perfect. I also told her, "Go slow with me, it's been a long time."

After a little while of pumping and grinding, she asked me if she could sit on me. I rolled over onto my back and she guided my cock in as she sat down on top of me. Because she was so wet,   I entered her quickly, bumping into her cervix as I did.

She started to grind me as deeply as she could manage, my cock head circling her cervix deep inside her. I told her to go slowly. 

She replied by asking, "Why? How long has it been?"

"Ten months", I replied.

And with those simple words, she shuddered and came.

  

The Golf Weekend

This past weekend, my dad and I joined a group of eight other men for a guy's golf getaway. We drove approximately seven hours to stay at a mountain golf resort and golf for three days. 

The day before I left, Rebecca informed me that by coincidence, a divorced lady from her office was going to the same resort with a group of ladies. This woman is a cougar and was definitely on the prowl. 

I ran into her on the driving range, and I made a brief introduction to some of the guys from our group. We only had one relatively single guy with us, so I figured this was his chance to get lucky. Actually, I think luck had very little to do with it. 

After our round on Saturday, we stopped in at the nineteenth hole for drinks before dinner and found the cougar sitting with a friend of hers as well as her prey for the night, our single friend "S". it turns out she had her sights set on another of our posse, "F", who happens to be our married neighbor. Let's just say that F was totally into the attention, and by the end of dinner, he was telling us how he was "going to ride her like a rented mule." He's not the most eloquent of the bunch. I was snapping pics of the group with my phone, and he made point of mentioning to me twice that he didn't want anything incriminating to make it back home. I told him he's a big boy and he should take care of that from his end. 

While on the trip, I was in more less constant contact with Rebecca as the situation unfolded. Although it was entertaining, my heart and mind was back at home with her. I hinted a few times to her that I wouldn't mind an email from her at some point, especially if any advancements were made on the G front. 

I've been reflecting on the different situations a bit. In one case, you have a husband "F", who is willing to cheat on his wife when the first opportunity presents itself. My wife, on the other hand, has my expressed permission to do what she desires in the extramarital category, yet because of her commitment to me, she refuses to do anything. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not complaining. 

It turns out that when G found out I was away for the weekend, he asked Rebecca in an email if she wanted any company at home. She declined,  saying she was tired. Truthfully, she told me she there was no way she wanted him coming over. I asked her if it was because the kids were here sleeping, and she replied "no", even if she was alone, she didn't want him coming over. In my mind, I found the idea extremely hot, but only if the kids were somewhere else. To think of her and him in our home alone together definitely appeals to something in me.

If I were an optimist, I would say she was quite pleased that he tried to invite himself over. I might even think she didn't want him over because she wouldn't be able to stop herself once it started. I really don't know where it goes from here. Honestly, I think he'll reach a point where he'll stop trying soon. I would. 

Back on our golf trip, with "F", I had a brief look at the most basic and unrefined part of the extramarital affair. If this is what Rebecca thinks it's like, I can see her reluctance to take the leap. It's really unappealing. On the other hand, I know how classy Rebecca is and I know if she chose to approach this from her own unique direction, she could add so much class as she set her own pace.

 In truth, sex is only part of the overall event, there are so many things that lead up to it. She has enjoyed the flirting and the buildup, but in her mind there's not much else to build up to (no sex) I guess that's why I thought she would enjoy the internet emailing, dating, chatting etc. It would be like what she has with G with no pressure to meet, or have sex. It would also  go a long way to satisfy my desire to have her flirt and chat with another man. She might even be more inclined to share her emails with me than she has been with G.

All in all, I think her time with G is wrapping up. I believe now that she has turned him down when they had an opportunity to be alone together, he'll start to understand she's just not into anything physical. With the sexual potential removed from the equation, I suspect he'll start tapering off his contact with her. Of course time will tell.

Numbers

I had a good Father's day today. I got up and did 20 (and a half) km as week 17 of my marathon training, then Rebecca,  the kids and myself took a drive to the mountains. We're lucky to be within an hour of some of the best hiking in North America, so it was nice to start exposing the kids to it. Along the way, there was some hotwife talk (of course). The topic of this conversation was Rebecca's  "number", and how she doesn't want to increase it. For the record, she has only had one other guy before me, and as I have mentioned before, he was a little( a lot)  on the small side. So that  makes her number "2".

It's funny with the kids at the age of five and eight. You can talk a lot about adult themed topics without them catching on. We talked on our little hike about her limitations. From her perspective, it really comes down to her not increasing her  "number".  I had a quick snooze on the drive home (she was driving), and when I awoke, I told her that as far as I was concerned , there's no need for her to increase her number. I said the important thing is for her to enjoy herself. I said I am more than happy for her to go out with G, and tease herself. When she comes home, I'm the one who benefits.

We arrived home and carried on the conversation as we made supper and the kids rode their bikes out front. Earlier,  I had forwarded her some comments from an existing website penned by a hotwife on why this particular woman enjoyed the experience.

"The greatest benefit of this lifestyle for us is communication. Free, open, raw communication....how many men have you shared THAT with? You've had sex with other men....how many men have you expressed to what it feels like to you to have sex with other men? THAT is special. THAT is unique. THAT is the elusive holy grail that a lot of couples who have never had sex with other people ever can NEVER have with their spouses. When you discussed this with your husband and he could see your point? That's like the greatest orgasm X10!"

That really sums up what I get out of this as Rebecca's husband. To be honest, she doesn't need to sleep around for this to happen. The fact that we  can talk like we do is amazing. Our sex life is amazing. My wife is hot, whether or not she is a hotwife. Having said all that, during our conversation in the kitchen, she said something while purely for my benefit, was extremely hot anyway.

She said, "Three is still a low number."

Presentation!

Forgive me for the upcoming reference to a kid's movie, but if you can grant me some latitude,  I'll do my best to show the relevance. Last night Rebecca and I had a "date night". We visited a couple lounges in our city while my niece sat with the kids. During our few hours of alone time, we talked, and a lot of the conversation centred on G. If the old saying has any truth to it, his ears would have been severely uncomfortable between the hours of 7pm to 11pm.

It did cross my mind that it could be interpreted as "strange" that on my one date night in a month with my wife, that we spent so much time talking about her relationship with another man. I still enjoyed the conversation.  Rebecca is doing a yearly fundraiser for Cardiopulmonary research, and she said G mentioned that he would like to contribute to it "if your husband wouldn't mind" (or something along those lines). He scored some points with me just by asking so I told Rebecca that I don't mind at all. Of course, he's just out in the ether somewhere, not really knowing what I think about this whole dance of theirs, but at least he's approaching it as a gentleman.

If I had my way, I would have  Rebecca confess the truth of the entire situation, but at the same time, I can understand her reluctance to do so. Right now, her and I understand our relationship, and its strength, but he might get a little freaked that we're getting so much entertainment from him pursuing my wife.

The more interesting part of the evening (from my perspective) came when she mentioned a brief email exchange they had last week. You see, last Thursday evening, she went out to a local pool as part of the training she's doing for an upcoming triathalon. It turns out  G emailed her while she was swimming, suggesting if she was having difficulty finding the pool, he would give her directions. The directions just happened to coincide with his office location, where he was working late that night. Rebecca received the email on her BB as she was getting ready to come home from the pool. She casually told him she found the pool just fine, and that she couldn't come out to see him because she was "dripping wet", and she didn't bring any underwear.

I almost choked on my drink when she told me this. I had several thoughts flash through my mind. First of all, I told her I would have been fine with her going out after her swim. In fact, I told her I had thoughts(hopes) that she was pulling a fast one when she said she was going swimming. I guess in the back of my mind I hoped she would get a little wild without my permission. My second thought was of poor G. here's a guy going through a serious dry spell, and she sends him an email like that.

Finally, I told her that the one thing she needed to work on was her presentation. I told her I would have loved for her to bcc me on her response to him, as it happened in realtime. To receive an email like that while she was out would have driven me crazy. To hear it over drinks was exciting, but it pales in comparison to how I would react if she sent it to me as it happened.  I told her I would have jumped on her the moment she walked through the door. Come to think of it, I seem to recall she came to bed and jumped on me that night, so I guess I can't complain.

Rebecca is still pretty coy about how she thinks things will unfold with G. She insists nothing will happen, but every once in awhile, she mentions a tidbit like that.  I guess I'll leave it up to her to do as she sees fit.

Stay-ups

Things have kind of ground to a halt on the HW/ G front. He still emails her daily, but her and I talked and she really has no interest in pursuing anything with him for a couple of reasons.

First, and maybe most importantly, she has said over and over that she only wants me. How can I argue with that? As much as it turns me on to think of her cutting loose, I'm very happy knowing I satisfy my wife (on several levels.)

Secondly, she said the last thing she wants is for him to do something crazy like fall for her. She doesn't want the to be a tipping point in his troubled marriage. I told her  I believe he's already infatuated with her. As long as she keeps meeting for coffee and drinks, he'll have his hopes up. I believe she either has to stop talking to/ seeing him, or she needs to come clean with her "special" situation as it relates to me.

If she were able to do that, he may just loosen up and realize he can have his cake and eat it too.

Speaking of sweets, here's a shot of Rebecca getting ready for work in the morning. I'm a big fan of the "stay-ups". She still has the Mexico tan-lines. Next trip we'll have to leave the kids at home so she can get an even tan.

Edit: The irony of the situation just hit me after I re-read this. It's knowledge that she loves me that gives me comfort in offering her this freedom. If we were missing something as a couple, I'm not sure I would be as open to her interacting with other men. 

The more she tells me I'm her one and only, the more I relax about (and desire) the idea of her enjoying the company of another man. So far, I just don't understand why.

Two Paths

It's been almost a week since I posted, and although I don't have a lot to jot down, I do have a few random thoughts. I did go through a short phase of jealousy, over exactly what I'm not sure. My jealous thoughts seem to stem from the fear that I might one day lose Rebecca to someone else, G in particular. She still refuses to acknowledge that there is anything there, but she told me he has invited her out for either Tuesday or Thursday this week. I suppose she is looking for my blessing in some way or another. 

The last thing I want is for her to go out and/or do something because of what I want her to do (or what she thinks I want her to do.) I really don't want the burden of her resenting me for that. I had a bit of an epiphany the other day, realizing that anything she does moving forward has to be on her own accord. She already knows my feelings on the subject, so I'll leave it up to her.

On the subject of my thoughts, I want to write some of them down her to clarify a few things. First of all, my  preferred path to exploring her sexuality would be in the form of a male/female/male threesome, so I could be a part of her pleasure, and so we keep experiencing things as a couple. I guess I saw an opening with her and G, so I let her explore the dating side without totally realizing how I would feel. Although, I'm not cuckold material, I would be okay with her dating as long as the players involved knew that I knew. If that makes any sense. 

I guess when I started this fantasy, I saw myself as a husband of a hot wife, and not a cuckold. The key to this is that I would expect anyone who dated my wife to respect our relationship, and to be thankful for the opportunity to spend time with such a remarkable woman. In the case of G, he doesn't know I know, so right now there is zero chance he'll respect our relationship. With the perception of the cheating wife scenario, it's quite likely that he would do the opposite. 

Finally, on the note of the m/f/m thought; I wrote it that way because I have no desire to "interact" physically with another man. (as opposed to mmf) My desires are completely centered around pleasing my wife and seeing her pleasured. As I said, my altered path came from the opportunity that presented itself with G, and the thought I had that Rebecca needed some "privacy" away from her husband to explore these thoughts.

Update

Just a quick update on last night. Rebecca got home around 1:30am. Although they were together a long time, apparently not much happened, other than they talked. He did have his arm around her waist on the way back to her car. Regardless,  I had been on the edge all night, and took her in my arms the minute she walked in our room.

She said they stayed at the lounge, talking. At one point he asked her how often her and I have sex. She replied about 3 or 4 times a week, depending. He was astounded. He said that 3 or 4 times sums up his 2010 total with his wife. So it sounds like Rebecca has started to become councillor to yet another wayward marriage. I told her she needs to explain the concept of "Friends with Benefits" to him.

Anyway, it sounds like she had a good time, and I managed to make it through the evening in one piece. This bodes well for future nights. We'll see if she remembers more details over the next few days...

"So I've Been Invited on a Coffee Date... for Tonight."

Those were the words Rebecca said to me this afternoon on our drive to our daughter's recital. I have to say, my stomach did a flip flop, and I had a hard time concentrating while we watched the show. She mentioned it as a matter of fact, but also kind of left it hanging like she was waiting for my okay. I said that if it's tonight, it should be drinks, not coffee.

G had emailed her earlier this afternoon to tell her he was going to be downtown for a work function and that he was wondering if she wanted to get together afterwards for a drink. I smiled when she mentioned the email and my reaction was all she needed to make up her mind. In fact, we had to wait outside in the car at the school to let my erection subside. Every time it crossed my mind since, my stomach flips, my heart skips, and I start to get hard. We held hands in the gymnasium during the performance (probably the only parents doing so) and she kept looking at me, then my crotch, smiling all the time.

She asked me what  I would like her to wear, and I said "skirt" without skipping a beat. She said there's no way since that would scream "date", and she's too conservative for that. She ended up wearing some dress pants that really show off her ass. Well, she has a great ass, so I guess she couldn't have gone wrong with any choice. When we were putting the kids to bed, she was getting ready, and all I could think was how hot it was that she was getting ready to go on a date with him. She has been wearing her red bra from the boudoir shoot all day, which is just  a happy coincidence.

She was going to stop by the grocery store on her way to pick up  a few things. She still insists nothing will happen, but I told her to have fun and that I love her no matter how much or how little happens with him. I also told her my only request is she update me if they change venue, or if she's going to be later than 11:30, so I don't have to worry about her safety.

She has her monthly visitor, so this is probably a good "safe" step for her to take. We talked over the last few weeks, and she knows I trust her. I also have no doubt about our love. From the moment she told me  today, I've been extremely aroused. She knows it, and she said something like "keep him hard" for me tonight, referring of course to my cock. That is a no brainer.

It's 9:15, and they're meeting at 9:30 in  the lounge of one of the downtown hotels. No throwing up tonight.... this is all about her. I'm trying my best not to get my hopes up too much. At the very least, she'll come home aroused from the attention she'll get from him.

Back from Mexico

We're back after a week in the sun with the kids in Mexico. We all had a good time and the kids are getting easier to travel with. Having said that, Rebecca and I will have to take a short trip with just her and I someday soon.

The hotwife fantasy was more less on hold, although it did come up almost daily in conversation. One day as the kids played in the pool, we sat watching and discussed why things went wrong with G. Rebecca told me she didn't really view the opportunity with him as something she would ever act on. She was just practicing her flirting skills. It did establish some of my own limitations when it came to her and another man. The thought of her being physical with another man still turns me on more than anything. Where I fall apart is when it comes down to the emotional attachment she might experience.

It's interesting to note the difference in opinion she and I have when it comes to what constitutes being unfaithful. She believes "cheating" occurs when something physical happens and I  believe the physical aspect is irrelevant compared to the emotional side of things. While now I'm sure she didn't intentionally hold things back from me with G, I told her how I feel that the act of withholding info is the same as lying about it. I think we're on the same page now, although I think she still finds it difficult to understand how I can be turned on so much by her telling me about another man. I can't explain it either.
The second night were were there, we had several margaritas with some new Mexican friends of ours. Rebecca was definitely feeling the tequila. She commented jokingly to me a couple times about  her not getting to do what she wanted, which I guess still shows some promise.

To summarize where we are now, I wanted to reiterate to her that she has my permission to have fun if she feels she can keep it as a pure turn on sexually,  and control the emotional aspect of it all. I know.. It's a tall order.. for us both.

In the meantime, we're still having fun. We were at the kid's soccer tonight and she was texting V who is in town. He invited her out for drinks, but she told him she needs more notice. He asked her what he was supposed have done... call her in Mexico? She replied that that would have worked. (she's really good at this game.) He replied, telling her where he would be. I'm sure he's out somewhere with his friends with one eye on the door, hoping she'll change her mind. I can't blame him, though, after spending a week watching her in her bikini, frolicking in the sun. The following pics are just a sample of the beauty I had the pleasure of experiencing.

Strolling by the pool...

 Riding a Dolphin

You might recognize this ensemble from her boudoir shoot. She wore her booty shorts and the transparent t-shirt quite freely. 

 

I just can't resist her. When I would comment on  how good she looked, she would ask me if she was "delicious". (A reference to one of the earlier comments on this blog.) I would have to say, "delicious" is a perfect way of describing her.

Sex on this vacation was a little limited due to sheer exhaustion (kids, etc.) but the few instances were great. I did miss out on a great opportunity that afternoon/evening after Rebecca had a couple too many margaritas by the pool. She started making HW innuendos but I'm afraid the tequila hit her hard before I could get the kids to sleep. Near the end of trip, we were alone in bed and as we were kissing, I told her to pretend that we were making out and she was trying to control my wandering hands. It eventually turned into a fantasy session where I was the other man, and she was eventually convinced to let me into her a little at a time. First the head of my cock, then a little more at a time until I was buried inside of her.  I eventually "convinced" her to let me come inside of her even though she knew she was ovulating. I talked the dirty talk of sending her back home to her husband knocked up. She came hard.

It was a great vacation with an exquisite woman. I consider myself extremely fortunate to have her.

TGIF

Well, it's Friday and Rebecca is meeting G for lunch. I can already hear the collective "gasp", but she's meeting him to break things off. Perhaps "cool" things off is a better word, since nothing technically happened.

Things are very good between her and I.  On the way in, we had a short discussion about her meeting him. I told her I didn't want to put words in her mouth, but I said my only worry was that he might view this like she's trapped in her marriage and that they're "star-crossed" lovers, and continue pining over her. She said, this is definitely not the case, as this was just a game to her, and she's quite certain it was to him as well.

She mentioned it was like her college days when she would play this game and string several men along. I told her the difference was I never wanted to be a mere player in the game. I wanted to make the rules, I wanted to be on her team.

I predicted that he's not going to give up that easily. I told her I could see him attempting to engage my firm to do some work for him, just to have some connection. She laughed and said that she thinks I would like him. I answered a bit too quick by saying I doubt it. Maybe I would have liked him in person.

That lack of communication is really where my issues lie. I believe now that if her and I had been meeting him together, this all may have been different but I shied away from the whole MFM thing for several reasons. First of all, I thought it would have been too weird for her, and I wanted her to feel comfortable exploring this side of herself. Secondly, there was the whole gay angle. I thought if she able to do this without me, we would avoid the whole straight man/ straight man discomfort. She always says I think too much about things.

In hindsight(again) I think I really needed to be with her so we could do this as a couple, and maintain  and build our intimacy instead of giving it away to someone else.

We're heading on a family vacation to Mexico soon, so we can take it easy and just be together. I don't think we'll have regular internet access, which may be for the best, so I won't be updating for awhile.

She's Got It.

G emailed Rebecca again while on his getaway. He must have been quite drunk, because his typing was horrible, and she said he's generally a good writer. He said that he knows where they're both coming from, which we assume to mean "unhappy marriages". If he only knew. He also wrote that he was surprised that she played like this. We assume he means the playful flirting over the email. In the same email he wondered aloud where things might go. 

She let him stew all day yesterday, not acknowledging his drunk email. It was me who finally said she needed to respond to him somehow. I told her I know what it feels like to be waiting for a response after sending a drunk message (What guy doesn't?)  Last night, before bed, she finally emailed him. She completely ignored his previous letter and simply asked him what he would say to her if he met her in a bar and was trying to pick her up. I told her jokingly that she's cruel, and that she's very good at playing this game. I also mentioned that it's interesting to be privy to this side of things. I used to be on the other end, not knowing what was going through the woman's mind.

He responded to her today by saying he's at the airport on the way back to town. He also, very directly invited her for lunch or coffee this Friday. He then finished the email by saying that in response to her question, he doesn't know what he would say to her, but he knows what he would "do to her". Wow. 

I told her that I'm more than fine with her going for lunch. She replied by saying that "yes, lunch is harmless." I told her at some point soon, he's going to make a move. He seems like the kind of man who doesn't wait too long moving forward. At the same time, Rebecca told me she's no home wrecker (He has a wife and kids). She has a fine line to tread. I thought maybe she might use this Friday to set the ground rules. She's a smart woman.

He appears very willing to take my wife to bed and she's attracted to him. I'm not sure where all this is going, but I had butterflies in my stomach all day thinking about how he signed off on his last email. This is the first time another man has told my wife so directly that he wants to do things to her.

Rebecca also seems to have a spring in her step. When we pass in the house, she'll grab me or make a sexy comment to me. This is certainly having an effect on her, and I'm the one currently reaping the benefits (as it should be, I guess).

Moving forward, I Friday is the next milestone. They're going for lunch, and I'm sure he'll be at his best. I'm excited for her to get attention like this. Shortly after that, we're heading to Mexico for a week with the kids. I think that sometime before Friday we should talk about some general guidelines ("rules" seems too strong a word) so she's comfortable with whatever happens. We have a lot to look forward to. We also have a lot to discuss. I'm pretty sure I'll be hard all week.

Dealing with Insecurity

After my overreaction Friday night we had a good conversation about how we feel. I explained how I felt, at least I tried. You know how it is when you think about something, have it clear in your head, then kind of ramble when you try to explain it? Actually it's kind of like that previous sentence. 

As for the jealousy, she has seen me at my worst. About eighteen years ago when we were dating, I was spending the night at her place. While we were in bed, one of her close girlfriends at the time called and I answered the phone. I hadn't even got a word out when she started telling me how Rebecca was still in love with her former boyfriend, and that I should do them all a favor and step aside. This of course ruined our evening, and turned me into a bit of a green eyed monster. I began checking her phone bills to see if she was talking to him. It took some time for me to lose the paranoia.

Regarding Friday night, I told her there were a few factors that got to me, including the fact that it was late at night, and everything is always worse in my mind late at night.  In the future, I think I'll just masturbate and go to sleep. I told her that it was her quick denial about checking her email. Looking back in the light of day, I find it exciting that she was checking so often, although the excitement comes with a slight flipflop in my stomach. It's really difficult to describe. 

We talked, and talked some more. I'm happy we can communicate like this. I told her she doesn't need to be shy about anything she says or does, and that she can be completely open with me. At the same time, I do have some insecurities about losing her and the best thing she can do is provide her usual reassurance. Oddly enough, if she told me she wanted to fuck G's brains out, I would get instantly hard and take her to bed. As long as we can talk I'm cool.

Lack of Sleep

Last night after my previous post, we had some amazing action, starting on the couch and eventually moving upstairs to our bedroom. On the couch I told her to close her eyes and pretend it was G's cock inside of her. For being near the end of her ovulation cycle, she was extremely wet. I don't know what came over me, but I told her to visualize him as we made love so she could tell him she was thinking of him as her husband was inside of her.

After three rounds, it was getting late, she still opened the computer and traded a couple of emails with him. He was out of town apparently barhopping, so there wasn't a lot of opportunity for him to chat. I was drifting in and out of sleep, and when I was awake at times, I noticed she would keep going back to her gmail page to refresh and see if he replied. I haven't found out if he did. Eventually she closed the laptop and I turned to her and said "no reply?". Without skipping a beat, she said she didn't know since she was just reading her gossip websites. As I lay beside her, I counted at least eight times where she refreshed her gmail screen. Keep in mind that only him and I have that address.

After that, I was wide awake wondering why she still feels the need to lie. I went downstairs and wrote the following email to her to get my thoughts out of my head.

Hi Sexy,
I'm just hanging out downstairs because I can't sleep. I couldn't
sleep even after three rounds of action.  Weird, especially for me.  I
know you were up pretty late as well, checking to see if G replied
to you.I brought the old iphone up to you so I wouldnt be tempted to
read what else you wrote. I was also awake when you typed and asked
him to tell you one thing. I'm okay with your excitement about this,
even though you won't admit how excited you are. It's evident when for
the first time, you weren't satisfied after our action tonight and you
were still seeking his words. I have read that this "new relationship
energy" is like a drug. I just want you to know that I'll be here for
you when it wears off.

All I ask in return is that you remain faithful to me by being honest
with me. You've never lied to me before, and I don't want you to think
you have to start now because you're becoming interested in another
man. All you had to do when I asked you if he replied to your email
was say no and that you really wanted hear from him tonight. Then
cuddle up to me and tell me you love me.

I love you, always

Me

G in the Lead

Today, Rebecca mentioned on the drive in to work that she had logged into her Gmail account. This was one I set up for her months ago so she would be able to email me privately. Up until a couple of months ago I had  been emailing her articles relating to the hotwife lifestyle (I hate the word "lifestyle"). Anyway, with her lack of interest/response, I had abandoned emailing her account. When I wanted to get her attention, I just would email her at work.

When she mentioned she had logged into it, I joked, half seriously, and asked if she had noticed that I had stopped emailing it a couple of months ago. When we arrived home after  late afternoon TGIF cocktails at our friends, I recalled that I had set up an old iphone of ours to be her own personal gmail phone. I had password locked it to one of her personal number combos so the kids wouldn't be able to use it and tossed it in a drawer.

When we arrived home from drinks, as I was making supper, I thought I would charge it and remind her that she had it to use as well (they use crackberries at work). Once it had charged for awhile, I opened it up to make sure it still worked, expecting to find my stack of unopened emails.

Well, in addition to those, I came across an email she apparently wrote last night while she couldn't sleep. It was to "G" at around 11:30pm while I was snoring next to her. There isn't much to say about the content, other than it was some very tame pics she sent him. What got me was the sign-off. She ended that email with "sweet dreams". It's not much at first glance, but its something I'm not accustomed to her saying to many people. In a way, it might be her way of flirting in an email that really has no sexual content otherwise.

I guess what what bothers me (or is it turning me on?) is the fact that she hasn't told me about it so far today. I don't want to become one of those husbands who combs through his wife's email, so I'll probably tell her about her "security breach" tonight. And that will keep me from spying on her.  "G" did reply to her, and apparently attempted to engage her on google's chat. It doesn't appear that they chatted while I slept last night, but again, I don't know whether that turns me on or bothers me. The same goes with her not telling me.  We'll see what the night brings.