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I began this post two Saturday mornings ago. It is a pretty long entry and covers many years. Sometime soon I hope to post more details on some of the vents that I cover here.
Weekend has finally arrived. While I celebrated its return last night at home with Ally, this morning is the time that allows me to catch up on all those things that I have to postpone during the week. I like do things such as reading our friends blogs and contemplating this week. Like everyone else I suppose, we are crazy busy with work and life obligations. And investing time on working on the house or yard or this blog must wait until that special alone time on a Saturday morning when I can just be me.
Earlier this morning, I visited Bacon and Lettuce and carefully read Bacon's comments on his post titled Too Good To Share. I am not going to comment on Bacon's well written and thoughtful post. But his words inspired me to share my own thoughts on Hotwives in general and my relationship with Ally in particular. I thought back on those things that brought us and me specifically to this open relationship that we enjoy and why we do this.
Ally is the second woman that I have been married to. Long ago, I learned that I found the fantasy of an attached woman stepping out with another man, to be highly erotic and very stimulating. The idea of my own wife or girlfriend actually playing with another man was more than can I could handle. Just the thought of "my" girl cheating on me made me crazy with jealousy. Sometime when I was I in high school, my girl friend became pregnant. I do recall suggesting to her that she might have sex with a friend of mine at the time, as there was no additional risk of pregnancy. Please don't judge me too harshly so many years later. It was a stupid comment, certainly fueled by large amounts of alcohol and leafy stuff that a seventeen year old should not be using. I still can't believe that I suggested it and given how immature I was at the time and susceptible to crazy jealous rants, it was completely out of character for me to even think it. Nothing came of it other than a really big fight with my girlfriend.
A couple of relationships or so later I met my first wife. My first wife was a terrific girl in many ways. Before I met her, she had been fairly wild in school. I remember the evening while we were engaged when she told me, or counted off, the number of lovers she had had before me. I can't remember if the number was more than twenty or thirty, but it vastly outnumbered me at the time. And I experienced a strange combination of jealousy and arousal. I am pretty sure we had a fun sexy evening that night.
At about the same time, I was traveling a fair amount for work. Around then, I believe that I was first introduced to the actual shared wife fantasy by Penthouse Letters or some other similar publication. Websites such as Literotica didn’t exist, and really, the widespread casual use of the internet wasn't even in its infancy. I recall reading of married women having encounters with other men, sometimes in groups while their husbands waited unknowingly at home, or watched, participated or waited to learn of the details. These stories challenged me, and like other genre containing homosexual and interracial encounters, I tended to pass on these stories at the time. I tended to look for random sexual encounters and later group encounters to contribute to my fantasies and pleasure. After I married my first wife, I still had to travel for work. Soon, these fantasies of random encounters and threesomes started to meld together.
She was always a playful sort, a natural flirt and the type of women that always turned heads when we walked into a room. After getting past most of the remnants of my immature jealous ways, I began to embrace just how cool it was to have a sexy beautiful wife. There is the "behind every great man is a strong woman" thing. And then there was the sexy thing. She would wear short skirts and short shorts. She would go out with me without panties on. And she would have sex with me in semi public places and just about any time I gave her that little look or kissed her.
These fantasies soon started to emerge and I shared them with her. We played with toys in bed and soon she would suck "the other guy" while I thrust into her. Or she would suck me while I thrust a dildo into her while telling her it was another guy. We spoke of bringing another man to bed with us, but we never did. She did flirt with the young men at her work, but it never went beyond a kiss. And soon enough, I began to imagine her with another man.
Our marriage ended sometime after that for so many reasons that did not include infidelity on her part or these wild wife sharing fantasies. Most observers thought it was crazy that we parted. Many people still think so. But for unrelated reasons that I am not sharing, we parted ways.
My fantasies of a woman with other men began to cool.
I soon was seeing other women. One of these was a married woman. This is a dark period in my life and one that I am not proud. But to stay on topic, we had many encounters without her husband’s knowledge. Two significant incidents / items occurred during this time. One was that she was not only seeing me. When I learned this, Mr. Jealousy reemerged. How could this happen I thought to myself. The second was, she came to me one morning immediately after her husband left for an extended business trip. They had also just had sex some thirty minutes before I spread her legs on a table and began to lick her. I encountered my first freshly fucked woman in my life that I was acutely aware of. I learned that morning that sliding my hard cock into a wet pussy, one that was lined with another man's cum, was incredibly erotic.
I also learned during this time, just how duplicitous a woman can be. Not that I was an angel myself, but somehow during my life until then, I had largely escaped the real pain of a loved one cheating on me. I guess until then, I was the one to impart that special kind of pain on others.
All of this was a real eye opener. And it left its mark on me. I had learned that some women have a need to have more than what is at home, just as I had in just about every relationship that I had ever been in. And that knowledge was a revelation.
Of course, that married women fueled yet even more fantasies for me. The fantasy of being with a woman who had more than one lover in a day became a reality. And there were a couple of other fantasies that I didn't realize that I had that became reality too such as being with two women.
Some years later I met Ally. I wasn't even looking to meet someone. I just kind of knew it was going to happen. And it did. And she is.......well she is just the best.
That very first night we met, she shared with me a couple of things that no woman had ever said to me. With an approaching orgasm, she told me that she "really wanted to have two men at once who weren't afraid to touch one another". While that is pretty hot stuff, it was what was unsaid that made me cum.
I soon learned that Ally had been pretty damn wild in school too. I also learned quickly, that a younger woman like Ally still went out at night and was still in her party days. So I soon was back in my party days too. And what fun we had and still do. The significant part here is that I really learned to set aside that old jealousy. Women attract attention. Good looking sexy women attract a lot of attention. And Ally oozed sexy. If this relationship was going to work, I needed to get my arms around this idea. So I did. I met her old boyfriends. I met her old lovers. We had crazy fun in bed and just about anywhere else two people can play. I also remembered my own infidelities and thought about what caused them. Desire or opportunity? I realized that it was a bit of both but mostly opportunity that prompted the infidelities of my past. And clearly, someone like Ally would have lots of opportunities.
From the beginning and through our early married years, we would share fantasies. She would speak of her boss watching us in a conference room fucking and maybe even joining in, or being found by another couple. She spoke of having a girl join us in bed. We went a nearby strip club one evening and Ally had a sexy stripper give her a couple of lap dances before I bought her a private dance in a back room. Once there, the dancer knelt between Ally's legs, pulled up her skirt, found her bare shaved pussy with no panties and fingered and licked her to an orgasm. They were still kissing when they returned to the table. Later that evening at home we had a lot of fun while she told me the details of her strip club experience and I licked her to several orgasms.
During those first few years we had a lot of fun together. We still do. But I am pretty certain that my wife was pretty faithful to me. At least I think so. She and I both worked. I occasionally had to travel and she worked at a couple of different places that employed a mostly younger work force that would socialize on certain evenings. My mostly suppressed jealous ways were challenged occasionally, but nothing really was suspect in her behavior. We still shared crazy fantasies and I soon found Literotica.com and other sources of fantasy material for my shared wife fantasies. One winter, Ally left her job because they would accommodate her need to attend a family funeral. Suddenly without a job, she accepted an acquaintance’s job offer to fill the afternoon bar room slot at his upscale eatery in town. She had bartended in college, and while it was a huge step away from her chosen career path, it probably could just be omitted from a resume; she could earn a few bucks and have some fun. Well this sexy little thing behind the bar soon became quite popular with the lunch and early afternoon crowd. Crowd might be a bit of an overstatement, but she did well, had some fun and would remind often why she stopped bartending in school. Ally would handle the slow afternoon before she handed off the place for the Happy Hour and evening staff. She soon had me stopping by and it was a fun place. And it was obvious, that the clientele enjoyed watching my sexy wife while having a drink or two. During this time, a couple of men actually propositioned Ally to allow them to videotape the two of us having sex. She turned them down, but played this topic at work for tips and at home for fun with me. Honestly, I was tempted to take them up on it. We didn’t need the money, but the thought of performing for two men, and the opportunities that it would present for my shared wife fantasies led to some fun times in bed for us.
Ally left the
bar business sometime later and she took a job in her field. We continued to have fun, going out and meeting people, going to the beach, playing a little in public taking pictures and talking about our fantasies. Ally allowed me to touch her in a bar one evening and bring her to an orgasm. Another time, we played on a park bench in a clearing in the woods while a couple of hikers walked past. Several times at the beach, I would take pictures of my sexy wife sharing her charms with the great outdoors or touching herself on a beach chair. Several times she would flash me in parking garages or stores and I would capture the moment with my camera. As much fun as were having, it was all about us, and the while the possibility of a shared encounter existed, it remained a fantasy for us.
About five years ago, a certain event occurred in my life resulting in my need to depend upon Ally for a short time. Ally stepped up to the plate and helped me, and thus helped us achieve what needed to be done. I am going to spare the details. It was not a major life threatening event, but it occurred during a big change in our life, resulting in my not being able to do what needed to be done. So Ally rose to the occasion and I was most grateful. The evening after “the event”, I looked at my wife and I told her how much I appreciated her help. I also told her that a sexy young woman such as herself deserves to not only be happy, but to experience all that life offers her. I don’t remember the exact words that I spoke, but I allowed her the opportunity to play outside of our marriage. OK, perhaps it was the pain killers. Maybe it was the 8 year old bourbon too. And clearly, it was an opportunity for me to promote my fantasies in a moment that they might be received without condemnation. She brushed it off, but said thank you.
I recovered quickly enough and we saw ourselves through this time successfully, with a lot of help from Ally. She had really shined during this time. About a month after the “event” we went to the beach a couple of times for a nice break. We saw our friends and had a great time catching up, enjoying the surf and nice days. I saw Ally flirt a little with some of the life guard one day. One evening, she told me that she almost kissed another guy on the beach while I was talking to some friends. Another afternoon, we were again out on the beach with friends enjoying the day. As afternoon turned to evening, we invited a couple of young college guys, who we knew, back to the house later for a beer. I didn’t think that they would show, but sure enough one of them did. We had some beers and caught up on his school and other things. At some point I went outside for a smoke and when I came back in, I caught a glimpse of Ally and Jack just off the kitchen embracing. I pulled back and then entered the kitchen, speaking as I entered and they walked back in. OK, perhaps there was a little something happening here I thought to myself. We continued on with the beers and conversation. We were all having fun and I was perhaps getting just a bit too tired and tipsy to stay up much more. I got up and started to casually clean up, not trying to be obvious and not trying to end the evening. I just wanted to give them a bit of space, and I need my own space at that moment. I lost track of Ally and Jack for a bit and then heard her say something about heading outside for a smoke. I didn’t give it much thought, but then thought the better of it. I tried to look discretely outside the windows but I didn’t see anything. I heard something out by the side of the garage. As quietly as I could, I snuck out the back door to the back yard. It was very dark and I could hear the music playing from the garage. As I went deeper in to the back, I could see by the side of the garage. There I could the silhouette of Ally and Jack from the streetlight in front. I pulled back. It was hard to see and I was very intoxicated. I looked again and I believe that I saw Ally squatting before Jack, with her face in front of his crotch. I squinted my eyes again. The lighting was poor and it was just a little bit foggy out. I looked again and I saw what appeared to be Ally sucking his cock. I looked again and they were both standing and looking in my direction. I didn’t move. I hoped the darkness hid them from me. They embraced again.
I was amazed. I was shocked. I was a little bit jealous, but mostly I was very excited. I pulled back again and headed back to the house. Again I tried to quietly use the back door, and I quickly entered the kitchen. I think that I smoked a cigarette. I wanted to know what was happening. So I very quietly entered the garage. I walked carefully to the far wall. I listened. I could hear something. I put my ear as close as I could and then I heard it. It was Ally whimpering and sighing, just as she does when she is approaching an orgasm. I listened and heard muffled voices. I quickly headed back inside to the kitchen and sat down in front of my beer. Almost immediately I could hear Ally and Jack come in the front door. As they came into the kitchen Ally said they went out for a cigarette and told me that it was beautiful night or something like that. Jack soon had to leave and we headed to bed.
When we got in bed, we began to cuddle. Ally said to me that she had been a little naughty. I asked her so. She told me that she had kissed Jack. She said she had kissed him a couple of times in the kitchen. I told her what I saw and she got very quiet. We continued to kiss and play with each other. I went down on her and licked her. I thought that maybe I tasted a little cum, but I really didn’t know. She soon had me inside of her and we both orgasmed quickly. Later she told me that they had heard me and he was very nervous. She said she sucked his cock briefly in the house and outside. She didn’t think she had sex with him. I had to laugh at that. Some years later she told me that he slipped inside her briefly but was too nervous to continue and that was when they came inside.
I believe it was the next day that Ally called Jack and made arrangements to meet him alone on another beach. They met and went to his family’s house. They went to his room and where they played. When he came, he pulled out and shot his cum all over her some of it landing on her breasts, neck and even her hair. She quickly dressed and came home to me. This was the first time I waited “patiently” while my sexy wife played with another. As soon as she came in the door I took her to our bedroom and listened as she told me about her morning. Not forty five minutes had passed from when she had left until she returned. Yet here she was before me, with wet cum still on her skin and begging me to lick, suck and fuck her. I eagerly did all of that and thus we began a new chapter in our life.
Jack remained around for a time and others followed. And as I sit here again on a Saturday morning recalling those events, I am brought back to why I started this extended posting two weeks ago today. I had read the Bacon and Lettuce post. It struck a chord about my life with Ally. Just days before I began this oversized post, Ally declined an invitation to meet Dan for an evening of drinks and play. It was a special evening for me, and Ally chose to spend it with me instead. We had a wonderful time and I appreciated it, and to a degree, expected that she would spend it with me. But the very next morning, she met Dan in his hotel room at 8:30 AM and they had sex a couple of times and did all that stuff they like to do together. All the while this was occurring, I was in some high pressure meetings at work that lasted all day. I didn’t even get home until close to 7:00PM that evening. And when I did, we just had drinks and dinner as if nothing had occurred.
But something had occurred that day. My sexy little wife Ally, the love of my life had been in a Hotel room with another man. She had been naked with this man, taken his cock in her hands and her mouth, and ultimately inside of her where he came once and then later came upon her breasts. She had felt his cum, desired it and played with it. She had kissed him and spoke intimate thoughts that only they share while the caress and love one another. Yes, a lot happened that day. And I was not there, and I was not concerned.
Later that evening, we did make love. And it was exciting and fun to be with Ally. And yes I could tell she had been with him. Mostly his scent was apparent, but there was still a small reminder when I slid into her, that I had not been the first one to slide my cock into her that day.
Ally is going to see Dan one evening this week. It’s another big week for me, but I am going to make sure that I am home, and waiting while she is out with her friend. I look forward to greeting her when she returns home.
I absolutely adore Ally. I am blessed to have married the most beautiful woman in the world. She is my best friend. I just love to hang out with her and do nothing or go out and do lots of things. I just love her company. I also love this thing we have where she can play with some others. It’s just play. She doesn’t humiliate me or put me down in any way with regard to these other men. There is no negative comparison between us. It is just an open and most healthy release of her desires to play and a much alternative to infidelity. A cuckold I am not. A lucky husband I am.
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