I didn't mention it, but I told her I wasn't going to have sex with her until she found someone new. The guys she had fun with once ended up ditching her after the one time encounter. So dumb of him. So she's a week without sex (building up) and she's probably in rebound mode. And not a lot of food, so she's probably buzzing pretty good and looking for trouble.
Uggh... just got a text - "heading home"... followed up by "didn't have very good luck tonight." I'm encouraging her to give it another 30 minutes and to try the other place if she hadn't. Dang it, stupid attractive guys who want to ravish my sexy wife, where are you?!?
She did give her number out to a guy from Afghanistan – “kinda attractive but I don't want to talk to him again” – so I think, then why did you give your number to him?
Well, my wife said it was hard going alone but after she started to talk to people it was fine.. Once they dried up she was bored but usually another person would come up to her.... four guys talked to that night, but nothing of interest for her. More about being out, social and feeling beautiful. Which is what she really craves. Attention from other men who are attractive themselves and think she is beautiful.
I asked her, so was it fun? She said it was okay the first time. It will likely be better if there’s a good crowd. And likely better next time because she will have her cover story mastered. She was making it up on the fly.
I had great sex with her this morning. She is willing to fantasize about her first guy, but not the second (Mr. Big).
So the Afghan guy texted her morning saying he'd like to hook up and said she was hot. She loved that. She responded she was married. He was like, what why were you out then. Then he goes it doesn't matter if you are married we can still hook up for a night. Just one night. She tried to brush him off but he was persistent and offered her a massage. Smart guy. She said no, but he said to text her if she was as alone in the big city again. And she said okay.
The thing is he lives right next to a country bar I've been trying to get her to go to. Maybe tonight after our event I can get her to go down there. Doubtful but we will see. If I get her permission I will tell him I'm okay with them hooking up and he should invite her to that country bar. Or at least take him up on that free massage.
She really had fun texting him this morning so this made the night last night worthwhile.
So, right before thanksgiving, the random guy at the bar decided to reach back out. Said he was confident she would have a great time and would like another shot. Plus he realized she got burned by the other guy and gave her enough time to move on.
“How is this Saturday?” she asked him, meaning the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I was SHOCKED. He was like sure, I'll plan everything. And she said okay, but didn't really expect much considering she really only met him once and didn't think he was all that special. She figured, why not just go out and if it's lame she can leave early. No harm no foul.
So we had a family vacation for Thanksgiving and went away for a while with the kids. Just the four of us. Since the kids were in the same hotel room it was easy to hold back and I tried my best not to talk about the situation unless we were walking away from the kids on a hike or something. She said she had been thinking about it for a while and figured what the heck give it a shot. So the whole week I'm on pins and needles waiting for this happen.
Tonight is a date night with a new guy we met at a bar. A first date for them alone in the big city. The guy is 51 and married with full approval from wife to enjoy others, which works perfect for us.
The pre-date activities include
2pm: Hotwife going to get her nails down, relaxing, etc.
3pm: Hotwife takes a power nap for an hour while I take the kids out of the house and distract them
4pm: Get ready for date, dress up, makeup
5pm: Head off to city, dropping car off at the mass transit station
6pm: Date begins.
It's now 6pm and I've done my duty of cleaning the house, doing all the laundry and letting her have a day off. Kids were fully distracted and out while she got ready. Her drink tally so far is one glass of red wine. She didn't want to get drunk before driving to mass transit; why does she not remember Uber is our friend? Uggh, anyhow... I told her to Uber home so she can let lose.
She will now be officially/fashionably late for her supposed 6pm start in a big hotel meeting point for "drinks" before dinner, which will probably be an hour later. Her date for tonight doesn't drink much which could be a major mismatch if she dials it back and then her inhibitions stay high and she doesn't have fun. On the other hand, if she does hit off while sober, things will progress nicely from here.
8:20pm update: There was a dinner reservation at a restaurant that is really good, but turned out to be in a sketchy part of the city. They ended up aborting and going to a new restaurant. The new place is one of the best in the city and VERY expensive. A world-renowned restaurant. Her date is doing all the right things to make this a memorable evening.
I honestly do not know how they even got in. The place is super packed, booked and some strings must have been pulled or they are eating at the bar. Ideally some light bites at the bar, and then some drinking of more wine. This is turning out to be very interesting.
Meanwhile at home, I am watching Hunger Games to keep my mind off of everything. That and putting the kids to bed will keep me occupied until 9:30 PM.
At 8:47 I got a text from my wife: “Going well :-)”... I responded by texting her to take Uber home or spend the night, and I’d already told the kids she might stay the night in the city.
So right now they are at that restaurant, probably with a few glasses of wine in her, enjoying each other’s company. Since they hit that place an hour ago, and if they are doing bar bites, this is going to be a two hour adventure for sure of great food and hopefully great wine.
She's definitely having fun and trying to plan her next stop... This is going very well... But is it all just a fun night of company and no attraction? Probably attraction since she said it's going well. Otherwise she'd probably say she was having fun only.
Then at 9:39 I get a text from her: "What is the name of the restaurant on the water we like to go to with my parents?” I respond with the location and ask if that's her next stop. No response from her. So they were probably fishing for next stop and she proposed one that is low key and very few people she knows go there. It's actually pretty nice, a beer and peanuts place, small and nice views. A hidden gem. He would have to drive her there or they would need to take Uber since no mass transit goes there.
But since she didn't respond, he likely jumped in with his own suggestion that would be a hotel bar + hotel room afterwards. A much more fun night if they go on his plan.
I held back just to finish my TV show and to see how long I could last before typing... An hour after texting her the location of the restaurant and asking if that is her next stop, at 10:40 she responded "No, going to be home late."
This is the best sign yet. He must have done the hotel bar/hotel room trick and she's all in for it. I could not be happier. Worst case scenario they are going to have a few more drinks then she'll head home and hit home by 1am. If it is the hotel bar/hotel, the tricky thing is she just started her monthly cycle yesterday while messy usually isn't all that messy on the second day. Hopefully this doesn't put a damper on everything. I know she said it might stop her from allowing him to go down on her, but it wouldn't stop the full blown sex. At least not from her end.
She just arrived home at 250am...no heading home text. I need to fix that. This means she was out until 2 AM in the city. Good story awaits or I'll be very disappointed. Worst case scenario they have fun next time. No way she does this and doesn't go out again with him. She’s brushing teeth upstairs. She showered last time she came home this late. But that was after she’d had sex…
It’s now morning. She had a great time and they had sex for about an hour. She came once and really enjoyed it. He is well endowed and she had t
o tell him not so fast and hard because he was so big and he bottomed out inside her (first time for her). I guess he was all the way in. On my side, I was able to have fun with her after she got home. Almost sloppy seconds but he used a condom. She came twice with me last night. And again this morning we had sex and two more orgasms for her.
I think we all won last night.
Here’s what happened from her perspective. She had a glass of wine and left to go to the city where she met up at a big hotel. The plan was to have a few drinks there but the main bar was under renovation so they left to go to dinner early and grab a drink there. Once they got there it was way too sketchy so they went to the fancy restaurant, which was great food but only okay ambiance-wise.
After that they went to this lounge where my wife has now been to for the last three Saturdays.. Once alone, once with me and now with him. All along he was a perfect gentleman and she really respected that. They had a good time and it was like a friend with benefits versus a boyfriend situation. At the lounge my wife leaned into him to give him a kiss, which he took and enjoyed. A bit more hanging out and he said he wanted to take her back to a hotel and have sex. Very direct. She said okay and away they went.
At the hotel, which was only okay, they got upstairs and details got fuzzy but suffice to say clothes were off I a few minutes. Not sure how or who did what. Then she went down on him for a bit but not enough so he would lose his load. He kissed her, sucked her nipples and was rubbing her down there before he went down on her. It was her time of month so he was a bit more bold than some.
She was getting close to cumming and he stopped and she got on top of him and was grinding away and he loved it. Not inside her but close. He turned her missionary got out a condom and got inside her which she said felt incredible. He is long and thick, almost like last month's guy who shares the same first name. We now call them Steve 1 and Steve 2.
Before too long she was cumming and really enjoying it. He didn't cum then and not sure what happened but after a while he got another condom on and got inside of her again. She was getting close and tried to cum again before he shot his load.
Afterwards she washed up and he drove her back to her car and hugged, kissed and said when can we do this again. By 3 she was home telling me the story and getting me hard. I had to get inside her which she relented and then eventually had 2 orgasms before we crashed. Woke up this morning at 7, way too early, and she was still in the mood and talking about him. She got turned on and had two more orgasms. Then off to start the day.
Before long she was making breakfast for kids and doing errands.
We both said this is so much fun and brings us closer together. I see her not as mom but as a beautiful woman, and she gets to have fun and knows I love her and she can enjoy everything. I asked if she can handle two full time regular guys and she was like sure, but I think that only means twice a month for him. Not weekly.
Since he works on the same city as us, I suggested a nooner but she doesn't want him in our house. I think over time she'll change her mind. No need to push that.
I also said I was thinking to watch or be a part of the next time they are together. This was in heat of passion so I doubt it will happen this soon. She's shy in letting the worlds collide. In time I could see it happening. Maybe with him since we both met him at same time she would feel more comfortable.
So in the last 3 months she has had oral sex with three guys, full sex with two. That’s quite a change from nothing at all before late September. And this takes her total full sex count to six guys, up from 4. That’s a 50% increase in only two months. A massive change in her lifestyle. But there was a lot more yet to come…
NEXT DOOR TO HUBBY
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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My husband Brandon and I were compatible in many ways, but we could never agree on how to decorate and maintain a home. When we were ready to move out of our apartment and buy a house in the suburbs, we were attracted to the idea of living in a duplex. We would be in the same building and could share our wifi and other monthly services, but we would have separate living quarters. It seemed to offer the best of living together as a couple and living apart while dating.
It was great for the first few months. But that summer, I met Khalil while shopping at a cute little clothing boutique downtown. He pulled up in a red Ferrari, which caught my attention. When he stepped inside with a beautiful young black girl in a pretty summer dress, I was intrigued. I’d always thought black guys were sexy but Khalil was especially hot. At 27, he was a couple years older than me. I couldn’t tell the brand of his button-up shirt but his sunglasses were Oakleys and his jeans were True Religion. Not only was he clearly loaded, he had an amazing body and he obviously liked me because I caught him checking me out.
I’ve always gotten a lot of attention from men. As a redhead, I stand out from the crowd, and I’ve maintained my girlish figure. Just feeling that this gorgeous black man found me sexually attractive was a huge turn-on and my panties were getting wet from my arousal.
A few minutes later, I saw him bend over to the floor. Then he stood up and walked over to me.
“I saw you drop this,” he said, smiling. “You are…?”
“Avery,” I said. I looked at what he’d given me. It was his business card. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he said, then walked back to his girl and put his arm around her waist. As they walked out the door, for the first time since meeting Brandon, I was seriously thinking about cheating on him.
I started texting and messaging with Khalil, and sometimes chatting on the phone. He had a very sexy voice and he knew just what to say to a woman. Then one night I met him downtown for drinks, telling Brandon that I was going out with a friend. The music was loud and I couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but we danced on the floor near the DJ and we kissed in a dark corner for what seemed like forever. I was so horny and turned on for this amazing man.
I’d had a few too many drinks and Khalil asked if he could take me home in his Ferrari. I told him that was okay but to just quickly drop me off at the door so my husband wouldn’t see his car parked in front of our duplex. When we reached my front door, I saw Brandon’s car parked over on the side. I jumped out of the Ferrari and waved him goodbye. As I stood inside the living room, watching him drive away through the window, I realized that I should have suggested that we get a quick hotel room. I sat down on the sofa and started watching television.
About ten minutes later, I heard a knock at the front door. I got up and opened it. Khalil stepped inside, taking me in his arms and kissing me passionately. I felt my body pressing against his, squirming, yearning to make love to him.
“I parked down the road at the park,” he said, locking the deadbolt behind him. “I walked up through the trees. Trust me, nobody saw me.”
“Good,” I said, unbuttoning his silk shirt. “I want to fuck you so fucking bad!”
Khalil led me to the couch in the living room. He closed the blinds so nobody could see in, then he stripped naked, laying his clothes carefully down on the end table. Then he walked up to me.
“Why don’t you start with a blowjob,” he said. His cock was enormous, a good eight inches long and thicker on the sides than the middle, like a double-barrel shotgun, and covered with large veins. The head of his cock was
big and purple and shiny. His peehole was leaking lots of precum, actually dripping a bit onto the floor. I’d seen a handful of white penises in my lifetime and I’d never seen that much precum, so I wondered if that was a black thing.
I took his cock in my hands and started licking it. I dropped one hand down between my legs and began playing with my clit as I sucked him. I was surprised at how turned on, not only because he was black but on how large and manly his cock was. He held my head close against him as I blew him, and his cock continued to drool precum. Khalil then instructed me to bend over the couch.
I felt his hands grabbing my ass cheeks and the head of his cock pushing, pressing against my wet, swollen womanhood. He pushed in an inch or so and then withdrew, then pushed in a couple of inches. I moaned as I felt, for the first time, a decent sized cock entering me. “Be gentle,” I said. “You’re big.” I felt the head of his cock invading deeper and deeper inside of me, and I groaned as he began fucking me with force and speed.
My face was over the edge of the couch, less than a foot from the wall, my breasts and arms hanging over. I was being filled fully, brought off hard at the whim of a sexy young black man. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” I cried. Khalil kept control and continued pounding me, calling me a “nasty white whore” and a “cheap slut.” I could feel that cockhead nearly touching my cervix, so deep inside of me.
Then Khalil flipped me over into missionary. He fondled my breasts and sucked on my nipples, making them harder than they already were. I could tell from his rapid breathing and quickening pace that he was nearing climax. I moaned like I was about to orgasm, but then I felt the real thing beginning. We both came hard simultaneously, and I could feel his mighty black cock pulsing as it delivered his black seed into my eagerly waiting womb.
Tobia collapsed on top of me, and we both laughed and giggled.
“That was some good shit,” he said.
“I liked it,” I said. “I’m going to need this from you all the time.”
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