The Bus

The kids are out of town at my parents for the week, so Rebecca and I have had some quiet time together over the last few days. This past Sunday we spent the day finishing our landscaping. Afterwards, we enjoyed a nice warm evening and some wine.

Without the kids around, we were able to have a really good conversation, although the wine may have helped as well. We were able to find common ground on G, with both of us able to see each other's pov. I suggested she doesn't need to avoid contact, since she's adamant about the "just friends" thing. 

In more general terms  she said that even with a relationship based only on sex, certainly, one of the two people will start to develop feelings for the other. I agreed that this could happen, and it would be up to both the husband and the wife to keep an eye on that. 

I added that having feelings was okay, as long as they didn't overtake the feelings which exist between the couple. I know.. easier said than done, particularly from my perspective, as I tend to worry about that. For now, she's probably going to leave G alone, but it's up to her.

It was a great discussion, in fact it was the best we've had in months. I hope she continues to feel comfortable discussing these things with me, particularly things that make her uncomfortable. I always find I feel better after it's off my chest, and I hope she will too.

Last night, we both worked until around 9, then headed home. While in bed, I told her to imagine she was on a crowded bus wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath. I get on the bus at a separate stop, and then make my way slowly over to her until I was standing directly behind her.

The turns and bumps from the ride of the bus would occasionally cause her to lean back into me. After the second or third time, when her ass moved backwards, she would suddenly realize there was a hard cock pressing into her. Instead of pulling away, she would keep her ass there, slowly grinding against me.  

I told her this story as I slowly worked my cock deep inside her. I described how, surrounded by people, she would slowly reach back behind her and unzip  my fly, freeing my hard cock. 

As the bus moved from stop to stop, I would slowly inch her skirt up to expose her ass. My fingers would reach under her from behind and feel the wetness slowly dripping down her inner thigh.

In the crowd, I would slowly, casually, bend my knees to lower myself until I could get my cock between her legs. Now from this position, it would still be difficult to get inside her, so this first step would have my cock splitting her pussy lips resulting with my cock head tenting the front of her skirt from behind.

She would be able to reach down in front of her and feel my hard cock head  under the fabric of her skirt. I described how I would be so turned on, and that a wet spot from my precum would form on the front of her skirt.

For awhile, the top of my shaft would glide back and forth between her slick pussy lips, rocking with the bus.

Eventually, however, she would want more, so when the tip of my cock moved back, a quickly timed adjustment of her hips would allow my cock to pop inside of her. The people around us would hear her gasp as she was suddenly filled. I told her that once inside her,  I would be less concerned about who was watching us, so my movements would become more pronounced, and my pumping would increase.

In our bed, I kept pumping her as I told her this fantasy, and I could tell she was getting very aroused.  I continued the story by saying that as she was getting fucked from behind, she would notice that several seats away, someone was watching her. 

I guess the thought of being watched pushed her over the edge. She immediately said she was coming and I felt the familiar spasming of her contracting pussy walls. 

As a husband, it's a beautiful feeling to have your wife orgasm while thoroughly impaled. I think every man revels in the knowledge that he's capable of satisfying his wife strictly with his cock. 

Having said that, I'm certain my story had more than a little to do with her getting off. She told me(like she always does) that she just likes the sound of my voice. While that may be mostly true, I'm sure the content had something to do with it as well. I told her that she didn't even let me get to the good part. She asked what that it was, but  I declined to tell her how the story ended. 

Suffice to say, she would have been surprised in this fantasy, to find out it was me watching her from across the bus.

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"Ten Months"

Last night during a bath, Rebecca and I discussed my golf post and how she was different from her cougar coworker. She said she's not the type to dress slutty to go out and pick up.

The conversation continued into our bed where I gave her a massage. She laid down on her stomach while I straddled her ass/legs in order to rub her back and shoulders. As I massaged her, I told her I would have been okay with him coming over if the kids weren't around. I told her I could take the kids for a weekend to my parents' place, leaving her alone in the house. She commented how it would be weird to have him in our house.  

I said that nothing would have to happen if she wasn't comfortable with it. I said it could be strictly platonic like this massage. She was face down with her top off so all I could see was her back as I worked her muscles. She said she did have a massage like this back in University, where she had her top off. She said all the guy could see was the sides of her breasts as he massaged her. 

I worked my way down her back to the top of her ass. I reminded her that she has had plenty of professional massages where she had the top of her ass worked on, so it would still be considered platonic with G. 

After awhile, I pulled her pajama bottoms down to expose her complete ass and told her I knew how much she likes her ass massaged, and I was certain G wouldn't mind doing it. She replied that it would be cruel, since she had no intention of reciprocating. I told her I'm sure G would still enjoy the experience. 

When I finished her ass, I told her I would do her legs and still keep it platonic. I kept a sheet over her and slipped her bottoms down and off her legs. She was now completely naked under the sheet. I carefully uncovered her right leg, tucking the sheet between  her legs. As I worked my way down to her feet, we kept talking. She told me how G had told her recently how he had stumbled across a colleague of his at the office late at night with a "friend". He had apparently interrupted them. As I worked on her leg, I told her that if  she wasn't comfortable with him in our house, she could always visit his office. She laughed it off. When I massaged her foot, she moaned her approval. I finished her right leg and then covered it while exposing her left. 

I was hard the entire time, still wearing my boxer briefs. I mentioned to her that if she can make her husband this hard during a platonic massage, imagine how hard G would get, since he hasn't had a woman in ten months. She said again it would be cruel. I told her to trust me that he would still enjoy it. 

When I was done her leg, I straddled her back, this time "reverse cowboy" style facing her ass and legs. I slipped the sheet down to completely expose her ass, catching a glimpse of her lovely pussy. 

As I massaged her ass, I worked a finger into her pussy from behind, followed quickly by my tongue.

She said, "that doesn't feel platonic.", but she parted her legs as she said it. I continued and she moaned her approval. At this point, we really hadn't established "who I was" as I sat on her back, leaning between her legs, tasting her smooth pussy. 

From her response I could tell she was getting closer to her orgasm, so I got off her and asked her to turn over. As she did, I stripped off my boxers and climbed between her legs. I hesitated briefly with the head of my cock at her slick opening, then plunged it in. As usual, she felt amazing. She asked me how it felt, and I told her she felt perfect. I also told her, "Go slow with me, it's been a long time."

After a little while of pumping and grinding, she asked me if she could sit on me. I rolled over onto my back and she guided my cock in as she sat down on top of me. Because she was so wet,   I entered her quickly, bumping into her cervix as I did.

She started to grind me as deeply as she could manage, my cock head circling her cervix deep inside her. I told her to go slowly. 

She replied by asking, "Why? How long has it been?"

"Ten months", I replied.

And with those simple words, she shuddered and came.

  

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Day Dreams about Night Things

I came home early from work yesterday because I was feeling a little under the weather. Rebecca stayed home since the kids had a day off school, so I was able to go up to our room and have a nap. I slept for about an hour. When I woke up, it was a gradual transition. It was one of those instances where  I was able to start dreaming because I woke up with the vision of Rebecca's face in my mind. In my dream, she was looking up at me, with her lips around my cock. It got interesting when she let me out of her mouth and she continued moaning and grimacing. When I looked down, I saw why. She was riding another cock. Like many dreams, this one had parts that didn't make sense. For instance, I was laying in our bed while she sucked and licked me, but at the same time the other participant was laying on his back with her riding cowgirl( her favorite). I remember seeing her face as she came, and as usual, it was amazing. It was the look she has when I'm able to time myself to finish just as she just starts to come, with my spasms riding out the wave with her as I fill her with my come. This is what happened in my dream, only she wasn't riding me. Long ago, in this type of dream, the moment of realization used to bring on feelings of jealousy or regret, but it wasn't the case in this instance. I woke up more turned on than ever.

After my nap, I went down to the kitchen and hung out with Rebecca while the kids were playing in their room. I wasn't keen on mentioning the recurrence of this fantasy, since I'm pretty sure she's heard it enough. While I was sitting there, she could tell I was thinking about something. She pried, and I gave her a hint that I was feeling "evil" after waking up, and that it related to a dream I just had. She immediately asked if it had to do with a third person (she knows me too well). I confessed it did and I left it at that until later that night and  the kids went to bed. We were in the living room in the dark, and started making out like we were back in high school. I was rock hard, and she was dripping wet. The kids were still awake, so we snuck to our room, and we stripped each other quickly.

As we started having sex in a rough, animalistic fashion, I told her more details of my dream. I told her how she rode another cock, while sucking greedily on mine at the same time. I didn't get too far into my details, as the recollection pushed us over the edge. I came as deep as I could inside of her, then collapsed on her.

Shortly afterwards, we made our way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. That's when one of the kids decided to come upstairs and ask us something, in an effort to delay going to sleep. I took him back down and got him to turn the lights out.

When I arrived upstairs, Rebecca was back in bed. I climbed in and told her I wasn't done yet. She said she was worried the kids would come back up, so of course I said we would just have to be quiet. I massaged her back as we spooned and slowly reached under the covers to her pajama bottoms. I pulled them down as she faced away, massaging her all the while. When my hand slipped between her legs, I could feel my come leaking out of her wet pussy. There's nothing I like more than slipping inside of her when she's had me once already, so I placed the head of my semi-erect cock against the messy folds of her lips. I thrust into her and started sawing in and out of her come filled pussy. Usually after coming once, I can control myself a little better. This time however, she did something that still makes me hard when I think of it now. As we were spooning, I reached around under her pajama top to caress her chest. I worked my hand up her neck to touch her face. That's when she quickly took my middle finger in her mouth and started sucking hard. She alternated between sucking and tonguing my finger as I pumped her. Of course, my mind was racing, and I went from semi-erect to ejaculating in what seemed like a blink of an eye. My only regret is I didn't make it last longer. Well, that and I never told her who the third person in my dream was....

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Rebecca Goes Out

Last Monday, my wife had a night out as part of a work related conference. She's always hesitant to go out, as she's not at all interested in the bar scene. She needs to be gently prodded to take some time for herself, so I encouraged her to go. She was hesitant right up to the last minute, but out of her sense of corporate duty, she let me know she would be going out.

It was fine with me, as it allowed me to spend some quality time with the kids. They had swimming lessons, and afterward, I took them to A&W in their pajamas. They were in bed shortly after 8:30, and then I had some quiet time to myself while I waited for my wife to arrive home. As it often happens when I'm left to my own devices, I started to think about her and how she might be getting hit on while she was out. Now I know she would never, but when I can let my mind wander, I sometimes imagine that she would push the envelope a little. She would start by subtly flirting with one of the men she was out with, toying with his mind a little. She might even let his leg brush against hers, nothing too obvious mind you, just enough to make him think, "Did she just allow that to happen?"

As I laid in bed contemplating this, I browsed the "loving wives" section of Literotica, and brought myself to the edge several times. It was 11:30 when she arrived home. I could smell that sweet smell of liquor on her. As I took her to bed, she asked me what I had been doing while she was gone. I told her that I was thinking of her. When she asked me what specifically, I told her I didn't want to say, as it might upset her. She prodded, and I relented. I kept my explanation short as we made love. Unfortunately, even with my limited explanation, my mind was in overdrive. I came inside her in several long, hot bursts.

For those of you women (and men I guess) who haven't heard of "edging", I can offer this brief explanation: Bringing yourself to the edge of orgasm several times, an hour or two before intercourse results in an intense orgasm, and a large amount of ejaculate when you eventually do come. There have been times in the past, when alone, that I have "shot" over my head during the eventual release. That is what she would have felt inside her. The other night, I showed her the spot, just below the head on my penis where, if rubbed sporadically could keep me on the edge all night.

As for my fantasy, I'm hoping some day, after she gets home from a night out, or even if she was away from me on trip of some sort, that she'll play a mind game with me, describing how she flirted, touched or even kissed another man. She would quickly see how this fantasy talk would have me firing multiple shots into her. Having said all that, (and knowing she's going to be reading this), I can say that I love her as she is, and I know she isn't very comfortable with this kind of "talk". I would have to say for her to find her own way of sharing our fantasies. Sweetness, explore your own thoughts and share with me what turns you on. I love you.

I'm going on a fishing trip this weekend, so Beautiful, I'll leave you with this link. Have some fun exploring it, and maybe you can share it with me sometime. I love you.

Love, Me

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The Power of Words

While we were on vacation, and thwarted from any "action" by the combination of kids, grandparents and Rebecca's monthly visitor, we managed to go for a couple of nice walks. During one of these walks, we were discussing other men and touching on my Hotwife fantasy. While we have no grand ambitions to make any of it a reality, we somehow got on the topic of Rebecca's relatively innocent past. I was pressing her for a little more detail. She said she has kissed somewhere between twenty and thirty guys, generally all in her early days of university.

One time in particular occurred when she was back in her hometown (city) and was out at the bar. A guy she had dated was in town and she met up with him in a bar which was conveniently located in the hotel he was staying. She's not quite comfortable yet with giving me much detail (I'll have to work on that), but they somehow ended up in his room, making out on the bed. It's not clear to me if it was during a party, or whether the two of them went up together. (Again, the detail thing). The thought of the two of them on the bed in a hotel room was extremely arousing. Keep in mind we were walking around on a public path as she was telling me this. Suffice to say, it got the blood flowing in my areas. We had to stop walking for awhile and change the subject to let my erection subside. I have hopes that in the near future, she will tell me the story in great detail while we she strokes me, or while we make love. This would be a safe way for us to explore a little, without any guilt attached.

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The Massage Fantasy (Redux)

We've been back from our holidays for a few days now. I'm back at work, and Rebecca has had the rest of this week off to hang with the kids. I'm going through the typical post-vacation stress/ lack of motivation period. It usually lasts week or so after getting back to work. After that I generally get my shit together and focus on my work priorities.

Oddly enough, our sex life usually takes a bit of a dive while on vacation with the kids and grandparents. We had the double whammy of Rebecca being visited by George the week we were gone, although we did manage to have some fun. When we got home, we were back to our private sanctuary, and things have been back to "normal".

On Tuesday of this week, I asked Rebecca if she wanted a massage when we went to bed, she of course agreed, as she loves being massaged. I assumed the role of the masseur making small talk as I applied oil to her back, while she assumed the role of married client. This massage progressed in a similar fashion to ones in the past, with me slowly seducing her as I massaged her naked body. As I would get bolder and bolder, I would ask her, " What would your husband say if he saw my hands on your (ass, breasts, etc.)"? Her response would be something like, "Oh, I don't think he would mind.", or "He would like it." This time, I switched it up a little and once I was pushed deep inside, slowly making love, I whispered, "I have a confession to make. Your husband hired me to massage you. Actually, he's watching from the other room right now, probably stroking his cock as I pump you."

Rebecca got into this portion of the fantasy, as I got her to think of her husband (me) watching and stroking myself as her masseur gently fucked her. I said he could hear what she was saying as well, so she should ask him not to come and to wait for her meet him at home afterwards. Again, I could tell when she's getting into it. This time she came on her on my cock before I was even near my climax. I fully intended to assume the role of "husband" and use that portion of the fantasy to fill her with my cum. That was when she surprised me and whispered, "Where would he want you to cum?" I immediately replied, "Inside you." That short, unexpected piece of dialogue pulled me over the edge and I came long and deep inside my wife.

Epilogue: Her subtle participation in this fantasy and her request to have her lover cum inside of her drove me wild. Our steps into this fantasy world are small, but every one of them makes me hotter for my wife. Last night, I had a simple request to make love to my wife "just as the two of us". It was as hotter and more emotional for me than our fantasy world, but I honestly believe it is like this because of our fantasy play. My emotions are more exposed, or raw if you will. This sensitivity to my love for her is highlighted by this other part of our wonderful sex life.

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Fantasies and Moral Obstacles

The other night, as we made love, I described in detail how the massage fantasy might unfold if I was just watching and not participating. She got quite wet and excited as I described his hands running over her body. I slowly made love to her while I described what would be happening. It was quite interesting to see/feel how she reacted the entire time. When I described him massaging her ass and teasing her, making her wet as I watched, I could feel her getting dangerously close to cumming. I thought I would push her over the edge and describe how he would tease her with his cock, running it over her wet lips, then eventually push inside her. (I tried to time the "act" with my thrusts). I may have been imagining things, but I think I felt her back off a little from the edge when I described him inside her. It wasn't until I came inside the warm walls of her pussy that the feeling of my pulsing cock pushed her to her own orgasm.

Post coital analysis:
Looking back, I think my sexy wife is still having a difficult time letting this particular bedroom fantasy take hold. I suppose it may be her strong moral base, "good wife code", etc. She may also be concerned that if she gets into this fantasy with me and enjoys it, there would be some obligation to follow through with it in real life. I think I need to reassure her that's not the case. Like many things in life, the anticipation would most certainly be better than the real thing. In our case, pushing the fantasy as close as possible towards the reality without going over the line would be excruciatingly erotic for both of us. We have the rest of our lives to explore each other and even if we never get to the "destination", the trip has been and will continue to be amazing...

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The Massage Fantasy

Last night I asked my lovely wife if she felt like a massage when we went to bed. She loves being massaged, so I took the opportunity to work on my (our) fantasy a little. After she got ready for bed, I greeted her in our dressing room which connects our bedroom and ensuite. I put on my "masseur" persona and asked her to lie on the bed face down. She was only wearing panties so I covered her legs and ass, and attempted to remain professional by asking her what, if anything she wanted to have worked on. She replied she would like her shoulders, legs and ass massaged. (As her husband, I know she loves having her ass massaged.)

I told her that I'm not usually comfortable massaging a client's ass, but we'll see how it goes. As I poured oil onto my hands, I told her that I like to make conversation with my clients and that I hoped she wouldn't mind. I worked on her shoulders and back while we discussed our "remarkably" similar family lives. We both have two kids (a boy and girl),etc. I told her she was in remarkable shape for two kids. Her body is slim and taut. I mentioned how my wife is very similar to her and how I enjoy it when other men take notice.

I told her how my wife had been "people watching" and that she believed there are a lot of unattractive people out there. As I worked my way down her back, alternating between deep hard strokes and lighter soft caresses, I told her how I believe my wife is the type who needs to talk to someone before she can develop any sort of attraction.

I worked down her back and arrived at the top of her panties peeking out from under the covers. I told her that I was ready to work on her ass, but I'd need to remove her underwear. Still laying on her stomach, she lifted her bum in the air and allowed me to slide them down her beautiful legs. I threw her panties on empty side of the bed and dripped some oil onto the cheeks of her ass.

As I enjoyed my time touching her, I asked her what she thought her husband would think of her being massaged like this. She replied that she thought he wouldn't like it very much. I told her I disagreed and that the thought of another man looking at and touching her ass would probably turn her husband on.

I finished her glutes and worked my way down each leg. She gently parted her legs so I could reach the inside of her thighs. Every so often, I would allow my hand to drift to her warmth between her legs. I didn't touch her pussy, I just felt its heat.

When I finished her legs and feet, I asked her to turn over so I could complete her massage by doing her front. She turned over and exposed her wonderful breasts to me. Before I headed up there, though, I stayed below her waist and finished working the oil into her thigh muscles. Although the room was dark, I could see her neatly trimmed bush as it formed that lovely "v" pointing down to her ever so slightly protruding lips.

I asked her if I could massage her breasts for her and she nodded so I poured oil over each mound and slowly worked it into the smooth skin. I stayed to the outside of each breast , working my oil around, but not touching either nipple. As I watched her nipples grow and harden with my touch, I was overwhelmed with the urge to take them into my mouth. Since her eyes were closed, I allowed myself to bring my lips within a fraction of an inch of each nipple. I could almost feel their hardness through the sliver of air between my lips and them. I'm sure she could feel my breath on her, but she kept her eyes closed and played coy.

When I finished her chest, I brought my head up to her face so we were inches apart and began to massage her forehead. I worked my way down, around her eyes and massaged her cheeks. Finally, I arrived at her lips. Her lips are the perfect blend of fullness and form, so I told her to keep her eyes closed because I had a special method of massaging her lips. I leaned forward and gently kissed her. I then took my mouth and lightly flicked, kissed and sucked my way around her mouth. I started on the bottom of her mouth and worked my way around, occasionally letting my tongue glide into her mouth to caress hers.

When I was done, I expressed my opinion to her that her husband would be very turned on by her allowing her to be massaged so intimately. She didn't object. I told her the massage was complete, but since she was a little cold from being exposed to the bedroom air, I offered to warm her up in a very special way. I didn't wait for permission, I just removed my clothes and climbed on top of her. I pulled the sheets over us and began kissing her again.

There was second or two delay in her opening her legs before she allowed me between her thighs. When she did open up, I could feel her warmth against my hard cock. I didn't give her any time to reconsider as I pressed my hardness deep insider her with a couple of quick thrusts. She let out a couple of quick gasps and a small moan as I bottomed out inside her.

I told her that her husband would go crazy with lust once she told him she had my hard cock inside her. As I slowly started to pump her, I told her I wanted her to go home after this, go to her husband and climb on top of him. I told her I wanted her to tell him about the entire massage, including how it felt to have another man's cock inside her.

She was getting extremely wet and turned on as I picked up the pace of the pumping. I think it was knowing she was so turned on by this fantasy that got me very close to the edge of exploding. When my cock twitched inside her she said she could feel it. I told her we needed to slow it down a little. I also mentioned that I have been "snipped", so if she chose, I could come inside of her. I told her as I resumed pumping her that when she arrived home and climbed on top of her husband's cock, he would feel our wetness as he pumped her.

After awhile of grinding against her, she whispered that she wanted to sit on top of me. It was then I rolled us over so we could resume with her on top.

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I took this opportunity to assume the role of myself, having awoke to the feeling of my wife climbing on top of me in our bed. As she buried my cock inside of her and began to grind against me, I asked her what had come over her. As we kept grinding, I grabbed her ass and rocked her hips back and forth on mine. I could feel my leaking cock head as it occasionally bumped into her cervix. I then took the opportunity to "remember" that she had come home from a massage. I asked her if the massage had turned her on, and she confirmed it had.

As we made love, I pressed her for details. I asked if he had massaged her ass, and she confirmed he had. I asked if he had touched her breasts and she confirmed this as well. I decided to keep pressing to see how far it went, so I asked her if he had fucked her. She was quiet on her response, so I took this as confirmation and increased our pace. It is a bit of a blur from this point on, but I think I may have asked how his cock felt inside of her and whether he had come inside her. I don't recall her exact reply, but whatever it was, it was enough to put me over the edge. I came quite hard inside of her. As I did this, I imagined my come was mixing with that which was already there, thereby reclaiming my wife from her lover. Fortunately, after my explosion, she wasn't far behind. She cried out in an orgasm as I felt the walls of her pussy explode in an eruption of convulsing tremors.

She collapsed on top of me as I gently kissed her and whispered loving words. Since she is a loving and very wholesome wife, I like to reassure her after she's let her imagination run wild, so she feels comfortable at the end of the fantasy.

This morning, she mentioned she could use a massage like that any time. I said I got as much out of it as she did....

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View From Another Shore: An Interview with Franz Rottensteiner

This post now resides on my other site 50 Watts:

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