Sexy Story: My turn to watch

*A note on Sexy Stories: Anytime it is titled as such it is a story I have written for The Hubs. Sometimes it has been based on true events, sometimes based on a fantasy of mine or his. It will be up to you to decide which is which ;)

They had been out for drinks and from the sound of it they had been having a good time. I was waiting for them in the bedroom when they worked their way back after stumbling around with some clothing in the hallway. I sat in my chair when they came in, I was already playing with my swollen clit in anticipation.

They burst into the room with giggles and groping. My husband looked over and saw me rubbing on my clit as they came in. He moaned and walked over to me. He leaned down and shoved his fingers past my vibrator and into my dripping wet pussy. I let out a moan and almost lost control of myself an stood up, but I remembered why we were all there and stayed seated. I looked at my husband and said "ok, now it's time. I want to watch you fuck the hell out of her" he sighed out a deep lusty satisfied and horny moan and went back to his drunken date who was laying half naked on the bed spread eagle.

He climbed over to her and pulled her short skirt up the rest of the way so he could get access to her bald pussy lips. He buried his face into her pussy and started to lick and suck on her clit. As I watched I played with my clit and felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I held myself back, bringing myself to the edge and then backing off so I could enjoy the show for longer.

Soon the girl was moaning so loud my husband could barely hear me instruct him on what to do next. "fold her in half and take it to that wet pussy" I told him. He gave one last lick of her sweet pussy and threw her legs over her head. She let out a deep moan as his hard cock pushed past her lips and into dripping wet pussy. She was folded in half when he climbed on for
the hard fucking of a lifetime. She screamed out in ecstasy with each deep thrust into her.

I was getting close to cumming so I instructed him to flip her over. In one motion he picked her sweet ass up and flipped her on to her knees. I thought she was going to cum as he slid his hard cock back into her pulsating pussy. She moaned and I had a hard time pulling myself back from the edge of cumming. Just as I regained my composure my husband reached up and pulled her hair so tight it caused her to arch her back in pleasure which only made him pull harder and spank her sweet ass.

She let out a new sound and I could tell that she was cumming all over hubby's cock as she clamped down and milked his cock. He quickly flipped her over pulled off his condom and blasted his hot load all over his little slut's pretty little face. He watched me as he covered her in a massive load of cum.

She cleaned up and we said our goodbyes. Hubby walked her to the door and came back to the bedroom and found me spread eagle on the bed. I was running my finger from my dripping wet pussy to my tight ass and back when he made it to the bed and pulled my hands out of the way. Before I knew it his hands were on me. On hand holding me down by my neck, the other opening up my swollen pussy lips  and I felt his pulsing cock push into me. He slammed himself deeper and harder until I thought I would split in half.

Knowing I was on the edge again he pulled out of my pussy and used my own cum to lube his cock as he slid into my tight ass hole. We both let out a huge sigh as we felt my ass clamp around his hard shaft. He buried his fingers deep into my pulsating pussy as his cock pounded my ass. He gripped down on my throat and I couldn't hold it any longer. I began to cum from my ass and pussy at the same time. I felt my ass milk his cock and he blasted into me as we both released together.

We rolled over in a heap of sweat and cum and agreed this was on of the hottest play times yet!

Wrong

Well... I guess I was wrong. 

This is a conversation with The Friend last weekend long after I had become 110% convinced that he had lost interest. Of course to further complicate matters his unknowing girlfriend has recently moved in with him. 

But, I guess if it were easy it wouldn't be as fun. Right? 

;)

The Wife

Risky Behavior

I recently had to update my health history/information at my doctor's office. I came across a section that included a selection for engaging in "risky behavior" and it set my mind in motion. 

What exactly do they mean by "risky"? 

Is it anal sex? Sex with multiple partners? 

Sex without condoms? Rough sex? BDSM type stuff? Or is it Skydiving? Running with scissors? Consuming too much alcohol or mercury-rich fish? Let's face it, the list is endless depending on how you define "Risky Behavior", hell most of the list I just rattled off is what is call a good Saturday night!

If I said I was in fact fucking every partner that we came across would my exam be different? Would they lecture me I was wrong to be doing it? Would they put on an extra set of gloves for their own protection? I mean, I am already tested for every STD under the sun from another doctor, so I know that is all good. So why do they need to know?

Maybe some day I'll die because I didn't tell anyone at my doc's office that I like to fuck and smoke weed. Or maybe I'll eventually just slip off into a post-orgasm high and die happy. Until then I will quietly chuckle at the question and check the "no" box.

The Wife

What are the odds

The 2011 census shows my city in FL had a population of 346,000. So it isn't so shocking that The Hubs and I have yet to run into a playmate or even someone we have seen at the club out in real life. That is, until tonight. 

We went out to dinner with our BFFs. It was crowded and we ended up sitting where people were standing while waiting to order. I happened to look up and thought to myself, "hmm that guy looks familiar..." And then it hit me. 

OMG, it was The Secretive Man. 

We always knew there was some lie going on with this guy. He either had a girlfriend or was married. He was shady and weird about questions. He claimed to have "roommates" that he couldn't chat in front of. (As in text... Duh)

Once, I asked him about his tattoo and he fumbled all over himself so poorly trying to figure out a way to not give me any information that even I felt uncomfortable for asking. I remember laughing to The Hubs that I felt like I had asked a CIA operative some national security question the way he reacted. Something was just off about him. 

We played once. And he continues to randomly text me every once in a while looking to play. The last time was within the last month. I usually ignore the texts from him never expecting to see him again. 

And then there he was. Right next to his lovely wife. 

Ha! I almost spit my taco across the table while I laughed out loud. Well, I guess we were right...

The Wife

When things go quiet

Have you ever had a fantasy for what seemed like forever. Maybe sometimes you get to get the chance to let it play out. But sometimes the fantasy runs its course without ever coming true in the slightest sense.

I don't know why, but it seems this is the case for The Friend. At least on one side of the fantasy. And unfortunately for me, it is on his end.

The Hubs thinks I'm a tad crazy, and maybe that is true. But I can see a remarkable difference in him toward me since our Stupid Move. And in the time since the night in the bar hallway there has been no flirtation. At. All. This despite having multiple opportunities both face-to-face and by text and yet, no takers. Which for this guy may as well be a sign of the impending apocalypse.

So how do you go from wanting naughty pics of me on your birthday and kissing me in the hall 25ft from your unknowing-girlfriend to no interest in me by my birthday when the two are only one month apart? 

And men think we women are complicated? I just want to have sex with this guy, not marry or date him. I'm not looking for a grand romance just some naked time with his cock. All things he so badly wanted just one month ago. Yet now... crickets.

Being that I am a) nosey and b) one of those people who likes to "learn" from every situation (especially a failed situation) I would really like to know WTF happened. Did his girlfriend get too close and he felt the need to back off? Did one of our other friends figure it out and counsel him to leave it alone? Did I say/do something that turned the tables? Did I come on too strong?What. Happened?

*Sigh* 

I may never know. And that (to me) may be more frustrating than leaving the fantasy unfulfilled.

The Wife

To play or not to play...

I have said it many times before, swinging is not a replacement for anything lacking in my sex-life with The Hubs. It is simply something we do together for fun in addition to our private fun. So what happens when "quality" playmates don't seem to be available and you hit a lull? Do you play with someone who may be less than ideal or go without? 

What is better; bad or none?

Every so often I get a random text from a past playmate, The Gapperton. We played one time about two years ago and have not spoken since. Literally, no communication after we played. Why? A few reasons, but one of which was the biggie. The sex just wasn't any good.

It happens. Sometimes just don't do it for your playmate. This was one of those times. His cock was on the slim side, I was really drunk and he came very, very quickly. It was a poor combination of factors but it just wasn't very thrilling. Sure, the freak factor of it was hot (being a slut for The Hubs always does that for me) but other than that it was a total dud. 

So why would I have any desire to play with him again? The chances of his making a huge come-back in the sack are slim, and I've already got a hugely satisfying cock in The Hubs. So I just don't see the point in trying again. I know  I'm not having to beat the guys off with a stick over here but there are so many single men out there, why not try someone else rather than an almost guaranteed dud. 

So for me, I pick "none" over "bad". I am perfectly good fucking The Hubs until someone more appealing enters the arena!

The Wife

Overnight

There comes a certain time in every play date. And that would be the time to leave. Yes, it is true, no matter how awesome the time was there will come a time you're ready for your playmate to get the fuck out. 

If you're in the same room that may lead to an awkward moment. What if you're not done but the other couple is? Do you sit around and watch? Get dressed and go sit on the couch? What if the other couple wants to keep going and going but you're a one-and-done pairing?  So many possible scenarios, and so many can be awkward. 

We once met a couple who had a unique way of avoiding these potentially awkward times. They said it so matter-of-factly too; we would simply get two hotel rooms, do our play and meet for breakfast the next day to re-swap spouses. This gave each of us the entire night and morning tp have our fill of our playmate. 

Talk about giving a whole new meaning to the phrase "full swap"!

I'm pretty sure I started laughing when she said it, I was sure she was joking! I mean, overnight?! Same hotel but no seeing The Hubs until the next day? No rehashing the details and "reclaiming" each other after play? Sleep together as in sleep? With your husband, not mine? Like with snoring and morning breath? 

Uhh... Really? 

It is one thing if you're away and have permission from your spouse to play, obviously you would be apart for that. But this was very different. He would be down the hall, or even next door yet we'd be apart. All I could imagine was going to bed after the sex and having my playmate listen to my snores. Then waking up to my stinky morning breath and crazy sleep-hair. Talk about a turn-on! Woo baby... Hot. Stuff. 

This episode was over two years ago and I still find it just as odd. For some reason to me this crosses too closely into real-life mode. Swinging is about the NSA sex, for fun... and for me I don't think that includes my sleeping and morning routines. 

You know that phrase "a face only a mother could love?" I kind of think that applies to any snoring, morning breath, talking in your sleep etc. that comes with the intimacy of an overnight sleepover. These are things only a spouse can love. Or hate, but still find you lovable and sexy despite it all. 

Either way. ;)

The Wife