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Going out Solo
This is a true story of an evening that occurred late in 2021. My wife is a Hotwife! We have been married 20 years and I learned early on that she enjoys the attention of men. That includes me and every other man in the room, bar, restaurant, shoe store or wherever. I realized that for her it is a game that stokes her ego but takes nothing away from her love of me. We used to go to bars, dancing, swinger clubs, and nude resorts. I learned to channel my excitement to enjoy watching her play the game. Her flirting and conversation along with her friendly personality, stunning good looks, sexy size 6 dresses and short skirts, low cut interesting tops and 38 C’s. It always has excited me to watch her dance, and flirt.
The last decade or so we have slowed down on swing clubs and nude resorts as she enjoys having a steady boyfriend to go bar hopping or to dinner with us. So far she has had two younger friends one FWB lasted 4 years and the other has lasted six years so far. I usually pick up the tab for all three of us, and following drinks/ dinner she rides with him to his condo or our home. When she goes to his condo I just drive around for an hour or two until she texts me to pick her up. She is always very happy and giddy on our ride home. I enjoy stroking her legs and breasts as she tells me about her adventures. We always leave a trail of clothing as we make our way upstairs to the bed.
A couple of times I have encouraged her to go out with him alone and enjoy the affair-like excitement of a date night away from her husband. Last week was one such occasion. I had bought her some new sexy clothes, a very thin loose fitting hot pink off the shoulder top that pretty much can’t be work with a bra, new faux leather black slacks that fit her legs skin tight and feel awesome. I suggested a nice steakhouse in a nearby town where she would worry less about being seen out with a man who was not her husband. As she prepared her beautiful body to perfection, close shave of her legs including the very sweet spot where they come together. I helped her with lotion all over as she worked on her make-up, hair, nails, everything was perfect. Finally, she was ready and slipped into her spike heels. Tom arrived promptly at 6:00 PM and was greeted by a kiss and very sexy long embrace. He had her spin around, and he said you look awesome! They kissed again. I offered them drinks, but Tom was ready to head out with my wife on a solo date. He opened the door for her, and I watched as she slid in rubbing her breast on his arm as she entered his red sports car. They kissed a couple more times before heading down our driveway. I imagined his hand on her thigh as they faded off into the distance. My stomach began to flutter with the uneasiness that comes with being the cuckold husband.
I went upstairs and changed into my black bikini panties and thick terrycloth robe so that I would be ready for my duties when they return in several hours. I spent the next hours as I anticipated what was yet to come, imagined what they must be doing just now. I occupied myself by looking at pictures of her and of them together I had taken on my phone and on my computer. My phone dinged, Tom had sent me a couple of pictures of my wife laughing and looking great at the bar with him. One picture showed them holding hands and kissing in public, the bar tender must have taken that one. She looked happy, nippley and very sexy.
I knew they would be home in an hour to an hour and a half so I prepared the guest room, turned down the bed, lit two candles, started some music playing. Back downstairs I chilled some Champagne, made sure the good crystal glasses were clean and polished. I waited and waited on the couch. I must have dozed off because the first thing I heard was her laugh as they came up the stairs from the garage. She said to me – that restaurant you suggested was awesome, we had such a good time. Tom added that two guys at the bar couldn’t take their eyes off her. She giggled as he told stories of each of her interactions that drove the two stranger’s crazy watching her every move.
She said could you be a sweetie and bring us something to drink? I said how about Champagne, she thought that was perfect. As she passed by me on her way to freshen up she undid the belt of my robe so it would gape open revealing that I only had on black bikini panties under the robe. It was awkward for me wondering what Tom must be thinking about me dressed this way. I finally got the cork to pop from the Champagne and poured two in the nice crystal flutes from our wedding. When she re-entered the room she had changed into a sheer white baby doll nighty with no panties. Her boobs were barely contained and genuinely made my eyes pop out. They cuddled on the couch and I served them champagne cheese and chocolate on a salad plate from our wedding china. I stayed in the kitchen with my robe untied as she required. After a few minutes she said I’m taking Tom upstairs can you clean up down here? I said yes of course Sweetie.
By the time I had everything cleared away and got upstairs she was sitting sideways in bed going down on him. She paused, looked back at the doorway where I was, made extended eye contact and then smiled at me, turned to take him deep in her mouth again. She repeated this sequence three times as my own member grew to really strain at the thin fabric of the black panties. I stood in the doorway caressing my nipples as Tom moaned with her pleasuring.
As they repositioned on the bed I slipped back from the doorway and into the adjacent bedroom so I wouldn’t be seen by Tom. I could hear some ruffling of the covers and then I heard my sweet bride gasp. I knew he was entering her. A few moments passed as she adjusted to his size and then her soft moans began. I checked the time on my phone as he began stroking in and out of her. There was no doubt that she was enjoying him. After a few minutes I peeked around the corner and could see her long beautiful legs spread wide around him with toes pointed to the ceiling I heard her approval of each stroke. My own fingers found my nipples as I stroked to match their rhythm. Once again my cock was straining the thin panty fabric. As I repositioned it I found my panties soaked with precum. It tasted like sex on my fingertips.
I stood just around the corner and peeked in often. She/ they seemed to be having a really good time. Every ten to fifteen minutes he would stop to rest but staying inside her. I got tired of standing/ peeking and so I laid down on the adjacent bedroom carpeted floor. I covered up with a blanket so I wouldn’t get a chill and start sneezing. From the floor I could crawl into the hallway and peek every so often they went at it passionately. She was moaning, almost screaming with pleasure over and over. I have no idea how many times she orgasmed but it was a lot! I wondered how he never came. He would pump, pump rapidly, then rest. They would talk and laugh during each rest. He played music on his phone to help with the mood. I checked the time, it had been two hours! They have fucking for two hours!
She usually asks me, can you just finish after the first five or ten minutes. How can she possibly let Tom fuck her that long. Just as I’m about to start my pity party I hear things heating up. She says Oh Tom you are awesome, this feels so good. That’s right give it to me, fill me up! Tom starts to heave the deep breaths that accompany a big long building cum, I start to count the cums, one, two, three, four five six seven and finally eight. As he collapses onto her I hear them kissing passionately. They must have already kissed hundreds of times tonight but these last few minutes were deep and passionate.
As he rolls off her to recover I round the corner. His cum is on her thigh, all the way up, I’m lapping it up with the same passion as they had moments ago while kissing. I find my way to her honey hole and continue lapping Tom’s warm nectar out of her. Tom comments that my panties are cute, my hard on collapses into the wetness it had generated and I shrunk up like a very young boy as I continued to clean her. She let me know that was enough so I kissed my way up to her breasts. She asked me to go get her a towel and bring two refilled Champaign flutes. My night of passion was over, I resumed my place as her loving husband and sissy cuckold.
I went to bed in the Master bedroom. After a while she came in to say that Tom was staying over and that she would be sleeping with him in the guestroom. I didn’t get much sleep myself after that but they enjoyed cuddling as lovers while they drifted off to sleep.