I Have Had Sloppy Seconds
If you haven’t read my stories about my wife going on some dates with a black colleague of hers, you should probably read them prior to reading this. I have been trying to encourage my wife to allow me to share her, or to be a hotwife for several years now, and really thought that it would remain a fantasy of mine, regardless of how much I knew we would both enjoy it, and the lifestyle that would bring more of it!
This isn’t a quick, “**** gets banged good” story, but rather the culmination of my efforts to finally get my wife to share herself with another man. I kept a lot of detail in the story, because I know this adventure is going to be the first of many, and for those of you that end up following along with her saga, it should help enrich the experience for you!
The events recounted below are true and accurate:
So, during a week of conferences which brought colleagues from around the world to a hotel in a hotbed of wild activity in a major city. The hotel was about an hour from my house, but with traffic, it could be more than a 2 hour drive. I was quite busy with meetings all day, and each night we had big dinners and then usually after-dinner drinks at swanky places until late at night. I chose not to get a room, and just avoid the traffic times, so I was virtually gone all day every day, home at about 1 or 2 am, and then off to meetings again as soon as I woke up. Friday was the final day of meetings, and we had a big celebration Friday night at an art gallery space that is made for big art/party events and showcases, because it was the artistic premier of a new line of products from a major corporate supporter we have. My wife was working long stressful hours all week, so she wasn’t able to come along to the other parties, and because this art party thing was a work function with media and all, it wasn’t right for me to bring her along. I told her to be ready and come up for the after partying that we would surely do. At the art party there were a bunch of celebs, but nobody too huge. A bunch of models, artists, entertainment execs packed the place, and we were brought in via limousine, walked the red carpet, etc. So, once in the party I did a few interviews with various journalists, had a drink and a chat with the chick from the movie American Pie, and then got to chill a little. Terrible DJ's made fodder for most of the conversations. So, I head to the bar to get another drink, and this one journalist from a major fashion magazine (very pretty, tall blonde with a great body) asked if she could buy me a drink. I jokingly refused and said I cost a lot more than a drink at an open bar. We started talking and she quickly became VERY aggressive in pursuing me. Like, way too aggressive and she was saying things that may work in Hollywood circles, but were tasteless, crude turn offs to me... So, the guys I'm with are from Germany, Austria, Sweden, Norway, China and the UK. She asks what my heritage is, and I tell her it's Swedish. She starts telling me how much she LOVES Swedish men, and all the ways they are so great, etc. Just then one of my Swedish buddies comes up to the bar to get a drink, and I introduce him as a well known Swedish stud... She looks him up and down and rudely says something like, "No. He looks like Moby. Not attractive at all." He bails and I'm stuck with this ***** hounding me, but she's from a major publication, and I do my best to be a gentleman in all situations, so I don’t want to be a complete *** to her. We talk a few more minutes and I wave over another Swedish guy that lives in China. She's not as rude to him, but the ******* idiot thinks I'm into her, and he peels away pretty quickly too. Then she insists we do shots of Tequila at this little Tequila bar on the other side of the place near the door we entered through, grabs my hand and brings me over there. I like Tequila, so I pick a very nice Don Julio and we do a shot. Then, she says I got a little lime in my beard and tries to lick me! I politely pull back and laugh it off. She says, "we should get the **** out of here. I don’t live far." Thinking quickly, knowing that there is nobody between us and the door, I replied, "you can get the **** out of here. I'm headed over to talk to her." and pointed at some random chick standing alone. She got a gnarly pissed look on her face and split for the door post haste… Looking back, it wasn’t a safe gamble, but luckily it paid off.
When I get back to my friends, they all asked where my "chick" went, and I explained that she was nuts, and was not my chick, and I then told them what a basket case she was. Everyone got a kick out of the story. So, we decided on an after party place and made sure they had accommodations for us all. Great spot, 3 block from the hotel and a few doors down from the beach. My wife met us at the hotel and put her stuff in the 2 room suite that one of my close friends and colleagues from Europe was staying in, which was also my back-up crash pad in case I was too drunk to drive home on any of the nights. My wife has said for a couple years that she’d love to **** him, refers to him as her boyfriend jokingly, and with all of her backing out on sleeping with other men, insists that she’d sleep with him. The problem with this is, he only gets over to the US about once a year, and often times, we’re tied up with other people so pulling it off discretely is nearly impossible. On top of that, my wife is incredibly shy, not forward at all, and this guy isn’t quite as shy, but he’s not forward at all either. The last time he was in town, I had the opportunity to set them up on a date, and gave him all of the clues I could without violating her rules of me not “setting anything up.” He was a bit unsure, she was not going to be forward at all, and as the logistics of the evening turned out, there was no casual way for things to really happen, so nothing did.
My wife and I walked over to he bar together and found our group. About 10 of us ended up there. The guy I mentioned is a tall dark handsome European guy that knows my wife has the hots for him, and he has the hots for her but I think he's really nervous about the whole thing because of my position in the company and that she's my wife and all. So, at the club, I'm hanging with a couple of British media guys, a Britt from a major sponsor, the colleague my wife has the hots for, and a few chicks that have glommed onto the group. My wife ends up talking to the Swede that the journalist had insulted at the earlier party over at a corner lounge booth nearly the whole time we’re there. Having seen me at the previous party, and being a bit young and naïve to this level of this business, he asked her if we had an open relationship. To my surprise, she said that she told him ambiguously, "we do our thing. It works for us" so he just kept trying to hit on her. This guy would surely be too careful to get anywhere with her because of his and my position in things. So things stay like that until the bar is shutting down, so my colleague buddy that she’s into, (I’ll call him Hans, but that’s a fake name) and I started inviting people to our suite for an after-after party. My wife invited a couple guys too and we ended up with about 20 people and not nearly enough liquor at the party... Lol
It was a cool group, and there were some hotties that were there, but with their boyfriends. My wife had some drinks in her and the conversations got a little risque. Guys were checking out her ***, and then asked to see it better and she was showing them (had leggings on, with knee high 5 inch heeled boots... Looked stunning! Low cut top that showed her cleavage too, and that was definitely a hit. ) That's how the talk about her *** came up. Then a couple of the chicks started getting a bit miffed at my wife for being a flirt while I was there. I didn’t notice, but it bothered my wife. She went out on the balcony, which was right on the ocean with a bunch of guys as they drank and talked and one even lit up a joint he brought. There were a few guys that were hitting on her pretty hard, but she finally kind of tapped into Hans (they've know each other for years) and I left that group where it was and hung with the people inside. The party started to dwindle at about 4:30 or so in the morning. The last few people left, and it was time to hit the sack. We had all been up since 7, and my wife had been up since 5:30. I turned down the bed, and my wife ******** and got in with me. We snuggled, and I stroked her a bit and felt that her ***** was as wet as Niagara Falls! I reminded her that Hans was just one room away, and that if she has been telling me the truth about wanting to **** him, it’s put up or shut up time. She commented that he hadn’t been hitting on her, so she didn’t think he really wanted to **** her (I had told her that he had said he wanted to. He didn’t tell me that, but any straight man would LOVE to **** her. She’s gorgeous!) I assured her that he had made it very clear to me that he wanted to, but that he was just nervous about me getting upset, or it messing up our working relationship, etc. With that, she got up, completely nude with an adorable cute little nervous giggly grin and looked at me like,,, “are you sure? Is this a good idea? You think it will work?” so I just said, times a wastin’, and he’ll be asleep before long… She grabbed her top from the evening for some reason, put it on (still no panties, ***** and *** completely showing, and went to his room. Once in the room, she climbed into his bed saying it was way more comfortable, but he didn’t respond. He was already asleep! It had been about 15 minutes since he went to bed, but I guess he crashes quickly. I couldn’t see anything of course, but I was hoping I could hear something. I heard a little muffled talk, I heard the sheets rustle, and then in a few minutes I heard them making out and kissing or something. I tried to get a peek, but I wasn’t able to without possibly interrupting and ruining what was clearly going on.
Not long after that, I heard the unmistakable sounds of her sucking his ****, and wondered if this was all that was going to happen. I heard positions changing on the bed, more muffled words, footsteps on the floor,,, and I thought it may be over, and over way too soon for anything good to have really happened. Then I heard the bedroom door slam shut! Not too much later I heard the unmistakable sounds of them *******. With the door shut I could now hardly hear anything, but could hear them very clearly rocking the bed as they ******. Things stopped after 20 minutes or so (time was going really slow for me though, so I really don’t know exactly how long it was. It was getting light outside though) and I wondered if she was going to stay in there, or come back to me. About 5 minutes later, I heard them ******* again! this lasted another 10 minutes or so, and then she came bounding back out to me. Gave me a very naughty look and an unsure smirk, and then started to get really insecure. She kept repeating, "I just did that for you." sort of stuff. She climbed into bed and asked if I was ok with it and I told her how super excited I was, and that it was sooooo hot, etc etc. Then she said "don’t ever ask me to do that again. I'm never ever doing that again. I'm freaking out. Don’t ever have me do that again." She was really getting freaked out, and it seemed she was pissed at me, and I figured things were going to go downhill really fast… I kept reassuring her that it was all super good with me, and that I loved her and loved what she did, promised I’d never ask her to do it again, etc. then I started feeling her and kissing her and telling how super hot she is and how super hot this was, etc. I started playing with her *****, and to my surprise, it was fairly dry. Once she has an ******, she gets dry right away... So, I went down on her, licking her wet again. She started getting really wet and into it right away. I ****** her for about half an hour or so, but was so friggin’ tired, I didn’t finish. She did though, and she hadn’t had an ****** with him. She can ****** on command, but can also hold an ****** off, and had held off so she could be wet for me. We passed out naked, wrapped around each other, and I woke her up about an hour after that and ****** her for a good hour, and came inside her. She had another ****** and was super wet before I even touched her.
We had to be really quiet so he couldn’t hear us from the other room as we spoke, so I got hardly any details. I cant tell you how badly I wanted all of the details, and wanted them right ******* then! I had a 10am meeting, so I had to get up and go not long after this. My meeting was on the rooftop lounge, and near the end of it, my wife and Hans came up there together to see what the plan for the day was. I guess they had went to breakfast together, and it wasn’t awkward for either of them. He had told her that she's the best roommate in the world, but that was about it. Guys from his country are pretty famous for not being very wordy, and kind of “just the facts ma’am” sort of men.
Hans and I and another dude had to drive to an event that day, and it took almost 3 hours for us to get there. We were zombies all day, and the event was out in the hot sun and dirt... She went home and slept, and was still too beat to come back out the next night. We were all way too tired for a second round to be likely, so I didn’t push her to come back down.
On Sunday my colleagues were all leaving, I gave one a ride to the airport, and then went back and picked up Hans to take him to the airport. We talked about him ******* my wife a bit, and he was telling me how awesome she was and how hot she is, etc. Waiting for his plane, he texted her that the best part of the week in the US was being deep inside her. Much to my surprise, she sent him a pic of her in lingerie and they sexted with each other for quite a while! (they are both really lame at sexting btw...) They both confirmed that they cant wait for the next time, and hope it's really soon and all, so it seemed all great, contrary to what she was telling me directly after he ****** her... So, I came home from dropping him off as they were still sexting. While she is sexting with Hans, she finally started giving me the details of what went on between the two of them in his room. I was getting details, getting ridiculously hard, and then when I couldn’t take it anymore, I started ******* her as she was still sexting Hans. Inconvenient, but still pretty damned hot! Here are the details she relayed.
When she went into his room, he was already asleep. She tried waking him by nudging his shoulder, saying his name and asking if he wanted to wake up. He wasn’t responding, so she started rubbing his crotch, which was semi-hard, and kept rubbing, asking him if he wanted to wake up. After a minute or two, he opened the sheets to let her in. She got in and turned her back to him, like to spoon, and he quickly started feeling her all over, and then kissing her neck, massaging her breasts, and then running his fingers down to her very wet *****. She rolled over and he started kissing her and fingering her, and she was losing her mind with sexually risque bliss... He started sucking her breasts and massaging them with one hand as he was fingering her with the other. She was laying on her back with her legs spread for his access. After a bit of this, he started kissing down her stomach and then to her *****, and then he started licking her. She said she doesn’t know what he was doing, but he was a master at it, and it was the best oral she has ever received! It was all she could do not to ******, so she pulled him back up to her. He straddled her torso, offering his **** for her to suck as he sat on her chest. She was sucking him and he was playing with her ****. Then he started tittie ******* her, letting the tip of his **** enter her mouth with each forward thrust. She felt when he was getting ready to ***, so she then said, "My husband says you've been wanting to **** me." He nervously agreed with the statement. So she said, "well, then are you going to **** me?" in a very sultry inviting way. He got up to get a condom, and she commented about not having used one in a really long time and that he didn’t need to if didn’t want to. He insisted, and she figured it was because he thought she is with other guys regularly, and I cant blame him because of how hot and sultry she is, and because she was in ******* him while her husband was in the next room! Lol. He came back to bed and she helped him put the condom on. He positioned himself between her legs, and then started kissing her again (missionary position) but was just teasing her ***** with the tip of his ****. She grabbed it and tried to pull it inside her, but he held back. She loves this! Eventually, he slid into her with one strong push, and they were kissing passionately as he began to **** her. She loves kissing, but said if she ever ****** another guy, she'd never kiss him. They did way more kissing than we ever do, so she must have been LOVING every minute of this... They ****** like that for a while, and then he repositioned her into doggie style. He started slamming his **** hard and deep into her, and I figured that this was when I could hear their bodies slapping, but the damned door being shut made it way too quiet for my liking... He started tensing up and he came without letting her know. She had decided during their sex session that she wanted to ****** with him, but with no warning went back to the original plan. After he came, he rolled her over and they started kissing and snuggling and talking a little bit, and then were just relaxing together in their embrace. She kept playing with his now bare **** and felt it getting hard again, so she started kissing him again, and then mounted him. He sucked on and massaged her **** for a bit, and when he was fully hard again, she reached down and guided him inside her bareback. She said it felt SOOOO good and she was now really hoping to have him *** inside her and that she'd ****** with him this time for sure. Unfortunately, he only lasted about 10 minutes, and neither of them came. She went back to kissing him, and then started feeling the anxiety that I had see come out in her, so she abruptly jumped up and ran back into our room to see me.
So, she's really conflicted and keeps going back and forth between being happy she did it, and feeling bad about doing it. Not positive where it all stands now. As for now, she says she'll **** him more, but not anyone else. Problem is that he only comes here once or twice a year. We'll see how it all turns out. Probably a long process,,, but patience has truly paid off for me this far, so I’m going to stick with it! She has a lot more confidence in herself as a sexy and widely desired woman, but it’s still about 15% of where it would be if she was accurately assessing herself. Since that night, she has actually shown less interest in other guys, including come semi-celebs that are widely viewed as very attractive young studs,,, but she is still on fire for Hans, and I am positive that they are going to have plenty more adventures to come! We recently moved into a larger home, and have furnished a room for guests though we use it as a sort of office away from work. She calls the room, Hans’s room.
Hope you enjoyed my retelling of these events, but I can guarantee, you haven’t received 1% of the amount of joy I received from living through it!!!
This isn’t a quick, “**** gets banged good” story, but rather the culmination of my efforts to finally get my wife to share herself with another man. I kept a lot of detail in the story, because I know this adventure is going to be the first of many, and for those of you that end up following along with her saga, it should help enrich the experience for you!
The events recounted below are true and accurate:
So, during a week of conferences which brought colleagues from around the world to a hotel in a hotbed of wild activity in a major city. The hotel was about an hour from my house, but with traffic, it could be more than a 2 hour drive. I was quite busy with meetings all day, and each night we had big dinners and then usually after-dinner drinks at swanky places until late at night. I chose not to get a room, and just avoid the traffic times, so I was virtually gone all day every day, home at about 1 or 2 am, and then off to meetings again as soon as I woke up. Friday was the final day of meetings, and we had a big celebration Friday night at an art gallery space that is made for big art/party events and showcases, because it was the artistic premier of a new line of products from a major corporate supporter we have. My wife was working long stressful hours all week, so she wasn’t able to come along to the other parties, and because this art party thing was a work function with media and all, it wasn’t right for me to bring her along. I told her to be ready and come up for the after partying that we would surely do. At the art party there were a bunch of celebs, but nobody too huge. A bunch of models, artists, entertainment execs packed the place, and we were brought in via limousine, walked the red carpet, etc. So, once in the party I did a few interviews with various journalists, had a drink and a chat with the chick from the movie American Pie, and then got to chill a little. Terrible DJ's made fodder for most of the conversations. So, I head to the bar to get another drink, and this one journalist from a major fashion magazine (very pretty, tall blonde with a great body) asked if she could buy me a drink. I jokingly refused and said I cost a lot more than a drink at an open bar. We started talking and she quickly became VERY aggressive in pursuing me. Like, way too aggressive and she was saying things that may work in Hollywood circles, but were tasteless, crude turn offs to me... So, the guys I'm with are from Germany, Austria, Sweden, Norway, China and the UK. She asks what my heritage is, and I tell her it's Swedish. She starts telling me how much she LOVES Swedish men, and all the ways they are so great, etc. Just then one of my Swedish buddies comes up to the bar to get a drink, and I introduce him as a well known Swedish stud... She looks him up and down and rudely says something like, "No. He looks like Moby. Not attractive at all." He bails and I'm stuck with this ***** hounding me, but she's from a major publication, and I do my best to be a gentleman in all situations, so I don’t want to be a complete *** to her. We talk a few more minutes and I wave over another Swedish guy that lives in China. She's not as rude to him, but the ******* idiot thinks I'm into her, and he peels away pretty quickly too. Then she insists we do shots of Tequila at this little Tequila bar on the other side of the place near the door we entered through, grabs my hand and brings me over there. I like Tequila, so I pick a very nice Don Julio and we do a shot. Then, she says I got a little lime in my beard and tries to lick me! I politely pull back and laugh it off. She says, "we should get the **** out of here. I don’t live far." Thinking quickly, knowing that there is nobody between us and the door, I replied, "you can get the **** out of here. I'm headed over to talk to her." and pointed at some random chick standing alone. She got a gnarly pissed look on her face and split for the door post haste… Looking back, it wasn’t a safe gamble, but luckily it paid off.
When I get back to my friends, they all asked where my "chick" went, and I explained that she was nuts, and was not my chick, and I then told them what a basket case she was. Everyone got a kick out of the story. So, we decided on an after party place and made sure they had accommodations for us all. Great spot, 3 block from the hotel and a few doors down from the beach. My wife met us at the hotel and put her stuff in the 2 room suite that one of my close friends and colleagues from Europe was staying in, which was also my back-up crash pad in case I was too drunk to drive home on any of the nights. My wife has said for a couple years that she’d love to **** him, refers to him as her boyfriend jokingly, and with all of her backing out on sleeping with other men, insists that she’d sleep with him. The problem with this is, he only gets over to the US about once a year, and often times, we’re tied up with other people so pulling it off discretely is nearly impossible. On top of that, my wife is incredibly shy, not forward at all, and this guy isn’t quite as shy, but he’s not forward at all either. The last time he was in town, I had the opportunity to set them up on a date, and gave him all of the clues I could without violating her rules of me not “setting anything up.” He was a bit unsure, she was not going to be forward at all, and as the logistics of the evening turned out, there was no casual way for things to really happen, so nothing did.
My wife and I walked over to he bar together and found our group. About 10 of us ended up there. The guy I mentioned is a tall dark handsome European guy that knows my wife has the hots for him, and he has the hots for her but I think he's really nervous about the whole thing because of my position in the company and that she's my wife and all. So, at the club, I'm hanging with a couple of British media guys, a Britt from a major sponsor, the colleague my wife has the hots for, and a few chicks that have glommed onto the group. My wife ends up talking to the Swede that the journalist had insulted at the earlier party over at a corner lounge booth nearly the whole time we’re there. Having seen me at the previous party, and being a bit young and naïve to this level of this business, he asked her if we had an open relationship. To my surprise, she said that she told him ambiguously, "we do our thing. It works for us" so he just kept trying to hit on her. This guy would surely be too careful to get anywhere with her because of his and my position in things. So things stay like that until the bar is shutting down, so my colleague buddy that she’s into, (I’ll call him Hans, but that’s a fake name) and I started inviting people to our suite for an after-after party. My wife invited a couple guys too and we ended up with about 20 people and not nearly enough liquor at the party... Lol
It was a cool group, and there were some hotties that were there, but with their boyfriends. My wife had some drinks in her and the conversations got a little risque. Guys were checking out her ***, and then asked to see it better and she was showing them (had leggings on, with knee high 5 inch heeled boots... Looked stunning! Low cut top that showed her cleavage too, and that was definitely a hit. ) That's how the talk about her *** came up. Then a couple of the chicks started getting a bit miffed at my wife for being a flirt while I was there. I didn’t notice, but it bothered my wife. She went out on the balcony, which was right on the ocean with a bunch of guys as they drank and talked and one even lit up a joint he brought. There were a few guys that were hitting on her pretty hard, but she finally kind of tapped into Hans (they've know each other for years) and I left that group where it was and hung with the people inside. The party started to dwindle at about 4:30 or so in the morning. The last few people left, and it was time to hit the sack. We had all been up since 7, and my wife had been up since 5:30. I turned down the bed, and my wife ******** and got in with me. We snuggled, and I stroked her a bit and felt that her ***** was as wet as Niagara Falls! I reminded her that Hans was just one room away, and that if she has been telling me the truth about wanting to **** him, it’s put up or shut up time. She commented that he hadn’t been hitting on her, so she didn’t think he really wanted to **** her (I had told her that he had said he wanted to. He didn’t tell me that, but any straight man would LOVE to **** her. She’s gorgeous!) I assured her that he had made it very clear to me that he wanted to, but that he was just nervous about me getting upset, or it messing up our working relationship, etc. With that, she got up, completely nude with an adorable cute little nervous giggly grin and looked at me like,,, “are you sure? Is this a good idea? You think it will work?” so I just said, times a wastin’, and he’ll be asleep before long… She grabbed her top from the evening for some reason, put it on (still no panties, ***** and *** completely showing, and went to his room. Once in the room, she climbed into his bed saying it was way more comfortable, but he didn’t respond. He was already asleep! It had been about 15 minutes since he went to bed, but I guess he crashes quickly. I couldn’t see anything of course, but I was hoping I could hear something. I heard a little muffled talk, I heard the sheets rustle, and then in a few minutes I heard them making out and kissing or something. I tried to get a peek, but I wasn’t able to without possibly interrupting and ruining what was clearly going on.
Not long after that, I heard the unmistakable sounds of her sucking his ****, and wondered if this was all that was going to happen. I heard positions changing on the bed, more muffled words, footsteps on the floor,,, and I thought it may be over, and over way too soon for anything good to have really happened. Then I heard the bedroom door slam shut! Not too much later I heard the unmistakable sounds of them *******. With the door shut I could now hardly hear anything, but could hear them very clearly rocking the bed as they ******. Things stopped after 20 minutes or so (time was going really slow for me though, so I really don’t know exactly how long it was. It was getting light outside though) and I wondered if she was going to stay in there, or come back to me. About 5 minutes later, I heard them ******* again! this lasted another 10 minutes or so, and then she came bounding back out to me. Gave me a very naughty look and an unsure smirk, and then started to get really insecure. She kept repeating, "I just did that for you." sort of stuff. She climbed into bed and asked if I was ok with it and I told her how super excited I was, and that it was sooooo hot, etc etc. Then she said "don’t ever ask me to do that again. I'm never ever doing that again. I'm freaking out. Don’t ever have me do that again." She was really getting freaked out, and it seemed she was pissed at me, and I figured things were going to go downhill really fast… I kept reassuring her that it was all super good with me, and that I loved her and loved what she did, promised I’d never ask her to do it again, etc. then I started feeling her and kissing her and telling how super hot she is and how super hot this was, etc. I started playing with her *****, and to my surprise, it was fairly dry. Once she has an ******, she gets dry right away... So, I went down on her, licking her wet again. She started getting really wet and into it right away. I ****** her for about half an hour or so, but was so friggin’ tired, I didn’t finish. She did though, and she hadn’t had an ****** with him. She can ****** on command, but can also hold an ****** off, and had held off so she could be wet for me. We passed out naked, wrapped around each other, and I woke her up about an hour after that and ****** her for a good hour, and came inside her. She had another ****** and was super wet before I even touched her.
We had to be really quiet so he couldn’t hear us from the other room as we spoke, so I got hardly any details. I cant tell you how badly I wanted all of the details, and wanted them right ******* then! I had a 10am meeting, so I had to get up and go not long after this. My meeting was on the rooftop lounge, and near the end of it, my wife and Hans came up there together to see what the plan for the day was. I guess they had went to breakfast together, and it wasn’t awkward for either of them. He had told her that she's the best roommate in the world, but that was about it. Guys from his country are pretty famous for not being very wordy, and kind of “just the facts ma’am” sort of men.
Hans and I and another dude had to drive to an event that day, and it took almost 3 hours for us to get there. We were zombies all day, and the event was out in the hot sun and dirt... She went home and slept, and was still too beat to come back out the next night. We were all way too tired for a second round to be likely, so I didn’t push her to come back down.
On Sunday my colleagues were all leaving, I gave one a ride to the airport, and then went back and picked up Hans to take him to the airport. We talked about him ******* my wife a bit, and he was telling me how awesome she was and how hot she is, etc. Waiting for his plane, he texted her that the best part of the week in the US was being deep inside her. Much to my surprise, she sent him a pic of her in lingerie and they sexted with each other for quite a while! (they are both really lame at sexting btw...) They both confirmed that they cant wait for the next time, and hope it's really soon and all, so it seemed all great, contrary to what she was telling me directly after he ****** her... So, I came home from dropping him off as they were still sexting. While she is sexting with Hans, she finally started giving me the details of what went on between the two of them in his room. I was getting details, getting ridiculously hard, and then when I couldn’t take it anymore, I started ******* her as she was still sexting Hans. Inconvenient, but still pretty damned hot! Here are the details she relayed.
When she went into his room, he was already asleep. She tried waking him by nudging his shoulder, saying his name and asking if he wanted to wake up. He wasn’t responding, so she started rubbing his crotch, which was semi-hard, and kept rubbing, asking him if he wanted to wake up. After a minute or two, he opened the sheets to let her in. She got in and turned her back to him, like to spoon, and he quickly started feeling her all over, and then kissing her neck, massaging her breasts, and then running his fingers down to her very wet *****. She rolled over and he started kissing her and fingering her, and she was losing her mind with sexually risque bliss... He started sucking her breasts and massaging them with one hand as he was fingering her with the other. She was laying on her back with her legs spread for his access. After a bit of this, he started kissing down her stomach and then to her *****, and then he started licking her. She said she doesn’t know what he was doing, but he was a master at it, and it was the best oral she has ever received! It was all she could do not to ******, so she pulled him back up to her. He straddled her torso, offering his **** for her to suck as he sat on her chest. She was sucking him and he was playing with her ****. Then he started tittie ******* her, letting the tip of his **** enter her mouth with each forward thrust. She felt when he was getting ready to ***, so she then said, "My husband says you've been wanting to **** me." He nervously agreed with the statement. So she said, "well, then are you going to **** me?" in a very sultry inviting way. He got up to get a condom, and she commented about not having used one in a really long time and that he didn’t need to if didn’t want to. He insisted, and she figured it was because he thought she is with other guys regularly, and I cant blame him because of how hot and sultry she is, and because she was in ******* him while her husband was in the next room! Lol. He came back to bed and she helped him put the condom on. He positioned himself between her legs, and then started kissing her again (missionary position) but was just teasing her ***** with the tip of his ****. She grabbed it and tried to pull it inside her, but he held back. She loves this! Eventually, he slid into her with one strong push, and they were kissing passionately as he began to **** her. She loves kissing, but said if she ever ****** another guy, she'd never kiss him. They did way more kissing than we ever do, so she must have been LOVING every minute of this... They ****** like that for a while, and then he repositioned her into doggie style. He started slamming his **** hard and deep into her, and I figured that this was when I could hear their bodies slapping, but the damned door being shut made it way too quiet for my liking... He started tensing up and he came without letting her know. She had decided during their sex session that she wanted to ****** with him, but with no warning went back to the original plan. After he came, he rolled her over and they started kissing and snuggling and talking a little bit, and then were just relaxing together in their embrace. She kept playing with his now bare **** and felt it getting hard again, so she started kissing him again, and then mounted him. He sucked on and massaged her **** for a bit, and when he was fully hard again, she reached down and guided him inside her bareback. She said it felt SOOOO good and she was now really hoping to have him *** inside her and that she'd ****** with him this time for sure. Unfortunately, he only lasted about 10 minutes, and neither of them came. She went back to kissing him, and then started feeling the anxiety that I had see come out in her, so she abruptly jumped up and ran back into our room to see me.
So, she's really conflicted and keeps going back and forth between being happy she did it, and feeling bad about doing it. Not positive where it all stands now. As for now, she says she'll **** him more, but not anyone else. Problem is that he only comes here once or twice a year. We'll see how it all turns out. Probably a long process,,, but patience has truly paid off for me this far, so I’m going to stick with it! She has a lot more confidence in herself as a sexy and widely desired woman, but it’s still about 15% of where it would be if she was accurately assessing herself. Since that night, she has actually shown less interest in other guys, including come semi-celebs that are widely viewed as very attractive young studs,,, but she is still on fire for Hans, and I am positive that they are going to have plenty more adventures to come! We recently moved into a larger home, and have furnished a room for guests though we use it as a sort of office away from work. She calls the room, Hans’s room.
Hope you enjoyed my retelling of these events, but I can guarantee, you haven’t received 1% of the amount of joy I received from living through it!!!
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