When I think back over all the unusual erotic experiences I have had in my life, it's hard not to feel lucky. Sometimes people ask me, "What is the wildest thing you have ever done?" When I try to answer that question I invariably find it impossible to actually decide which experience I have had that was the "wildest". I usually end up just arbitrarily picking out something to tell them. If you want to ask me about an experience I have had, it is much better to ask me something specific such as, "Have you ever had sex in a bar or nightclub?" In that case, the answer would be, "numerous times", but it would make it much easier for me to select one of those times to tell you about. Please keep that in mind if you want to ask me a question about my erotic experiences.
In a previous entry I told about the time a young neighbour of ours and his friend spent the evening getting drunk with me one night my husband, Mike, was away at work. My husband was ok with me having sex with Scott, the neighbour. However, he didn't want Scott to know that he, i.e. my husband, knew about it. I could have sex with Scott if I wanted to, as long as I was discrete of course and as long as I didn't let on to him that Mike knew and approved. I would tell Mike every detail of course, but it would be his and my secret. As far as Scott was concerned, I was fooling around behind my husband's back. I didn't like people thinking that, particularly since it wasn't true but if that was what Mike wanted, I wasn't about to argue.
This approach opened up the possibilities a lot, much more than I had anticipated at the time. There were a lot of guys that would have loved to have sex with me, if my husband wasn't going to know. Not very many however, could get their head around the concept of my husband knowing and approving of it. By playing the part of a "cheating but very discrete" wife when appropriate, it would prove to be a lot more feasible to indulge in erotic adventure with some of the men I met through work and social activities.
This didn't affect me much right at the time except for my relationship with Scott and he and I only managed to have sex one more time, quite soon after the first. He got a girlfriend shortly after and the opportunity simply never arose again. I did start to let my hair down a little more as the sense of my new-found sexual freedom began to sink in. With Mike's encouragement, I began to dress more provocatively and found myself, more than ever before, being the center of attention for many of the guys at dances, parties, and other social occasions. He had been encouraging me to be more like that for a long time and was thrilled to see it finally happening.
For my part, I was just as thrilled in my own way, and my sexual adventurousness and confidence began to grow by leaps and bounds. If a guy's hand happened to slip under my skirt at a dance, I wasn't near so quick to move or brush it away as I had been in the past, if I liked him and found him attractive that is. I began to forgo pantyhose for garters and stockings whenever we went out partying, along with short mini-skirts and high heels when were out of town and everyone didn't know us. Looking back now, I would say that it was during this period, the last part of 1983 through 1984 that I began to develop into what we now refer to as a true hotwife.
There were many "firsts" for me in that period, my first time having my pussy fingered on the dance floor, the first under-the-table handjob, the first time I had sex in a crowded nightclub, and numerous others. A few of these things I had done before with my husband but never with anyone else. Most I would have never dreamed of doing except in my wildest fantasies. If you are interested, I will tell you more about some of these "firsts" in future updates.
Surprise Bedroom Visitor
This last weekend my husband and I had a great time reminiscing about Roger, the guy I talked about in my last entry. Mike has a memory like an elephant when it comes to remembering my sexual escapades. Although he may forget many other things, he never seems to forget any example of my naughty behaviour. We were both hot and horny after talking about the things I used to do with Roger which led to some awesome sex afterward.
Mike loved some of the things that Roger used to do. Of course many of them were on his suggestion originally. They often worked late together at the office when we were getting close to a deadline and amused themselves by dreaming up kinky situations they could get me in to. One thing that became one of Roger's favourite things was to slip quietly into my bed and fuck me, trying not to awaken Mike who would be asleep beside me.
My husband is a pretty sound sleeper but usually, once we really got going, we would jiggle the bed too much or bump him a little and he would wake up to the sound of his friend's cock plunging in and out his wife soaking wet pussy. I say soaking wet because I almost always would be. Roger loved to do oral and would always spend some time on that first before sliding his cock in. Typically I would cum at least once from the oral and would be dripping wet by the time he entered me which was a good thing as he had a unusually long and thick erection.
Sometimes, Mike would wake up when Roger was under the covers with his head still buried between my legs but usually it would be after he had mounted and was fucking me full out. Mike would usually just turn over and watch as Roger would bring me to orgasm and then blow his load inside me. Roger would then slip out of the bed and quietly go back to his room without saying anything.
Normally this would happen early in the morning just before it was time for our wake-up alarm. Occasionally however, it would be sometime in the middle of the night. It didn't happen every day but fairly often and I always looked forward to it. Whenever it did happen it was always exciting. There was something about being fucked in my own bed by another man, with my husband lying asleep beside me, that felt deliciously naughty.
Sometimes when circumstances allowed, Roger and I would go home from the office a little before Mike, purposely so we could be doing something naughty when he arrived. He would surmise what was going on of course. When he stepped into the house he would call out "Honey, I'm home" like the husband used to do in those classic TV shows before he walked in to catch us in a compromising position.
Roger and I would play innocent and pretend like nothing was going on even though he might have me bent over the kitchen table with his big cock buried inside me or sitting there playing with my tits while I gave him a blowjob. I would say something like, "Hi sweetheart. Roger was just helping me out with something. You weren't here to help so I asked him. You don't mind do you honey? He is such a big help around the house. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without him."
We would then usually burst out laughing but Mike would be as hard as a rock and the two of them would finish fucking me. If we had to go back to the office after dinner and didn't have time, we would just put it on hold for then and pick it up again later. It was a fun and deliciously naughty role-play that we never seemed to tire of.
I am working on a more extended detailed true story about my experiences with Roger during that era for Volume 2 of my private memoirs. I will be publishing them in the special online edition as they are completed.
Mike loved some of the things that Roger used to do. Of course many of them were on his suggestion originally. They often worked late together at the office when we were getting close to a deadline and amused themselves by dreaming up kinky situations they could get me in to. One thing that became one of Roger's favourite things was to slip quietly into my bed and fuck me, trying not to awaken Mike who would be asleep beside me.
My husband is a pretty sound sleeper but usually, once we really got going, we would jiggle the bed too much or bump him a little and he would wake up to the sound of his friend's cock plunging in and out his wife soaking wet pussy. I say soaking wet because I almost always would be. Roger loved to do oral and would always spend some time on that first before sliding his cock in. Typically I would cum at least once from the oral and would be dripping wet by the time he entered me which was a good thing as he had a unusually long and thick erection.
Sometimes, Mike would wake up when Roger was under the covers with his head still buried between my legs but usually it would be after he had mounted and was fucking me full out. Mike would usually just turn over and watch as Roger would bring me to orgasm and then blow his load inside me. Roger would then slip out of the bed and quietly go back to his room without saying anything.
Normally this would happen early in the morning just before it was time for our wake-up alarm. Occasionally however, it would be sometime in the middle of the night. It didn't happen every day but fairly often and I always looked forward to it. Whenever it did happen it was always exciting. There was something about being fucked in my own bed by another man, with my husband lying asleep beside me, that felt deliciously naughty.
Sometimes when circumstances allowed, Roger and I would go home from the office a little before Mike, purposely so we could be doing something naughty when he arrived. He would surmise what was going on of course. When he stepped into the house he would call out "Honey, I'm home" like the husband used to do in those classic TV shows before he walked in to catch us in a compromising position.
Roger and I would play innocent and pretend like nothing was going on even though he might have me bent over the kitchen table with his big cock buried inside me or sitting there playing with my tits while I gave him a blowjob. I would say something like, "Hi sweetheart. Roger was just helping me out with something. You weren't here to help so I asked him. You don't mind do you honey? He is such a big help around the house. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without him."
We would then usually burst out laughing but Mike would be as hard as a rock and the two of them would finish fucking me. If we had to go back to the office after dinner and didn't have time, we would just put it on hold for then and pick it up again later. It was a fun and deliciously naughty role-play that we never seemed to tire of.
I am working on a more extended detailed true story about my experiences with Roger during that era for Volume 2 of my private memoirs. I will be publishing them in the special online edition as they are completed.
Extra Man Around The House
In a previous entry I mentioned a guy named Roger who stayed with us for several months during the winter and spring of 1989. My husband and I had started a new business the year before and Roger came to work for us part-time when he found himself laid-off from his previous job. We had known him, though not well, for a couple of years and he and I and Mike had a number of mutual friends. Naturally, I got to know him a lot better after he joined our fledgling company.
A month or two after Roger starting working with us, I found out that he and his wife had decided to separate. This had nothing to do with Mike or myself but I wasn't surprised from what I had heard through the grapevine. Belinda was staying in the house so Roger had to move out. At the time finding an apartment was difficult in the area. Roger was in a bit of a bind so I suggested to Mike that we could offer him room and board at our place temporarily. We had a fully furnished basement bedroom that wasn't being used at all and was perfect for the purpose. Mike was in favour so within a week or two, Roger had moved in with us.
It wasn't the first time we had rented out out basement room. Several people had lived in our basement room over the years, including my nephew who was only a few years younger than me. He had previously boarded in our basement two different times, about six months each time. A handsome, sexy, charming guy, he was a bit of a party animal back in those days. Thinking about him and some of his friends brings back a lot of fond memories. I'll have to save those for another time however.
On the second Friday night after Roger moved in, he had gone out in the early evening but had returned fairly early and was down in his room in the basement. Mike and I had gone to bed but weren't at all sleepy. We were fooling around in the bedroom and both of us were really horny. As he slowly fucked me, Mike asked me if I wanted to go downstairs and see Roger. He already knew the answer but really liked to hear me say it. Mike had told me before that, if I wanted to have sex with Roger, it was OK with him, as long as I always told him every little detail.
Roger and I had already had a small encounter a couple of nights before. Although the basement room was nicely furnished, it didn't have a bathroom so he had to come upstairs to use the one on the main floor. By coincidence, I ran into him there late one night. He was on the way in and I was on the way out. All I had on was a pair of lacy bottoms and a little lacy top that barely covered my breasts.
Meeting in the doorway, we both stopped, stunned for a moment. When I recovered from my surprise, I moved close and pressed myself against him, looking up into his eyes, hoping he would be bold and kiss me. He didn't disappoint but we couldn't go any further right then. The kids were in their bedrooms sleeping and could potentially wake up and go to the bathroom at any time so we had to cut it short.
I had told Mike all about that encounter of course so he knew that Roger and I had broken the ice to a certain extent. When he asked me if I wanted to go downstairs that night, I wasn't long saying yes. Roger was very happy to see me and it was only a half-hour or so, before I returned to Mike with a big load of Roger's cum in my pussy (and that was the from the second time that he came).
That night began an ongoing erotic situation between the three of us that was pretty amazing while it lasted. What one couldn't think of, another one could, so there wasn't much that we didn't try. The only time we had for play though was what we could spare from work and only then, when the kids weren't around. I'll have to say, we certainly did well with the time we had.
I have a lot of wonderful memories from that time. There were so many outstanding erotic situations. Maybe I'll tell you more about some of them in my next update.
A month or two after Roger starting working with us, I found out that he and his wife had decided to separate. This had nothing to do with Mike or myself but I wasn't surprised from what I had heard through the grapevine. Belinda was staying in the house so Roger had to move out. At the time finding an apartment was difficult in the area. Roger was in a bit of a bind so I suggested to Mike that we could offer him room and board at our place temporarily. We had a fully furnished basement bedroom that wasn't being used at all and was perfect for the purpose. Mike was in favour so within a week or two, Roger had moved in with us.
It wasn't the first time we had rented out out basement room. Several people had lived in our basement room over the years, including my nephew who was only a few years younger than me. He had previously boarded in our basement two different times, about six months each time. A handsome, sexy, charming guy, he was a bit of a party animal back in those days. Thinking about him and some of his friends brings back a lot of fond memories. I'll have to save those for another time however.
On the second Friday night after Roger moved in, he had gone out in the early evening but had returned fairly early and was down in his room in the basement. Mike and I had gone to bed but weren't at all sleepy. We were fooling around in the bedroom and both of us were really horny. As he slowly fucked me, Mike asked me if I wanted to go downstairs and see Roger. He already knew the answer but really liked to hear me say it. Mike had told me before that, if I wanted to have sex with Roger, it was OK with him, as long as I always told him every little detail.
Roger and I had already had a small encounter a couple of nights before. Although the basement room was nicely furnished, it didn't have a bathroom so he had to come upstairs to use the one on the main floor. By coincidence, I ran into him there late one night. He was on the way in and I was on the way out. All I had on was a pair of lacy bottoms and a little lacy top that barely covered my breasts.
Meeting in the doorway, we both stopped, stunned for a moment. When I recovered from my surprise, I moved close and pressed myself against him, looking up into his eyes, hoping he would be bold and kiss me. He didn't disappoint but we couldn't go any further right then. The kids were in their bedrooms sleeping and could potentially wake up and go to the bathroom at any time so we had to cut it short.
I had told Mike all about that encounter of course so he knew that Roger and I had broken the ice to a certain extent. When he asked me if I wanted to go downstairs that night, I wasn't long saying yes. Roger was very happy to see me and it was only a half-hour or so, before I returned to Mike with a big load of Roger's cum in my pussy (and that was the from the second time that he came).
That night began an ongoing erotic situation between the three of us that was pretty amazing while it lasted. What one couldn't think of, another one could, so there wasn't much that we didn't try. The only time we had for play though was what we could spare from work and only then, when the kids weren't around. I'll have to say, we certainly did well with the time we had.
I have a lot of wonderful memories from that time. There were so many outstanding erotic situations. Maybe I'll tell you more about some of them in my next update.
A Drunken Wife
When my husband, Mike, first began to encourage me to tease and flirt with other men, I must say I was somewhat incredulous. I was afraid that if I actually went ahead and had sex with someone else, he would end up holding it over my head, perhaps using it as a justification for going out and having an affair with another woman. We have always been very close and I didn't think for a minute that he might intentionally do such a thing. Nevertheless, sometimes people don't fully understand their own motivations and end up reacting in ways that they did not anticipate.
As time went on I became more and more assured of his sincerity and even began to understand his motivations a little. He had been pleased and excited when, as part of our first swinging experiment with another couple, I had had sex with his friend Rick. Throughout the rest of our swinging relationship with Rick and Lilah, he had never shown any signs of jealousy or vindictiveness about my sexual relationship with his friend.
Later, when his friend Frank fucked me one afternoon right in front of him, there was no indication from him of anything but sincere approval and even pride in my lascivious behaviour and sexual capability. In both of those situations, my sex partners had been my husband's good friends and he had been directly involved in the planning and initiating of the encounters. The question was how would he react to me having sex with someone else when it was exclusively my idea and my choice of a partner?
It wasn't until an incident one Saturday night in 1983 that I became completely convinced. Our next-door neighbours at the time were a large family with a number of older children, several of whom were out of school but still living at home. One of them, Scott, was a good-looking guy, about twenty years old, who used to come over to visit Mike and I regularly. He would often drop in on Friday or Saturday evenings to have a beer and chat before he went out with his friends. Therefore, it wasn't at all unusual when he dropped in to our house that evening about 7pm.
At the time my husband was working shift work on a twenty-four hour operation and regularly worked at night and on the weekends. That day he was scheduled to work overnight starting at 8pm which meant that he had to leave home by 7:30. Therefore, it wasn't very long after Scott arrived that Mike had to say good-bye for the night and head off to work. Usually I would have had the kids with me but that particular night, my parents had taken our youngest to their place for the weekend and my oldest had gone to a friend's place for a sleepover.
As a result I felt particularly liberated that evening. It was a drag that Mike had to work but, without the kids, at least I could relax and have a few drinks. Scott and I sat there chatting and drinking beer from a case Scott had brought with him. That struck me as being unusual. When I asked him about it he told me that he was going out with his friend Darren later. He had asked Darren to pick him up at my place so he had brought the whole case with him. I should have known. For a minute there I thought that Scott was going to pay us back some of the beer that he had drank of ours.
Scott said that since Darren was driving, he could drink as much as he wanted. As I mentioned, I was feeling pretty footloose and fancy-free myself, so we both slugged away at the beer and had a great conversation. It wasn't very before Darren arrived but Scott and I were already well on our way to getting drunk. Instead of leaving and taking Scott with him, after coming in and sitting down for a few minutes Darren decided to stay and get drunk too. The story of the rest of that evening is way too long to tell you here. Put it this way. I had a lot of explaining to do to Mike after he got home from work the next morning.
When he came in that Sunday morning, I was sleeping on the sofa in the livingroom, wearing just a t-shirt. I woke up right away when he spoke to me but I had an obvious hang-over. I felt him gently part my legs and slip his finger into my vagina. I figured that he would realize right away that I had been fucked while he was gone and under the grogginess of the hangover, I was afraid how he would react. I was much relieved when he just gave me a little knowing smile and asked if I had had a good time last night. Later, after I had recovered a little and we were able to talk about it further, I told him every detail that I could remember about what had happened. As I related the story of what had happened, he didn't show any sign of being angry or jealous at all. His main concern was simply that I was ok and that I had had a good time and hadn't done anything that I regretted.
That is not to say that Mike was completely happy with my getting drunk. He reminded me of the need to be careful in drinking too much and the possibility of doing things one might seriously regret later. Outside of that, he was fine and freely admitted that he was turned on by what had happened. We had amazing sex that day while I told him the intimate details about what I had done with Darren and Scott the night before. From that day on, I was fully convinced that he had been totally honest with me about his feelings and motivations.
As time went on I became more and more assured of his sincerity and even began to understand his motivations a little. He had been pleased and excited when, as part of our first swinging experiment with another couple, I had had sex with his friend Rick. Throughout the rest of our swinging relationship with Rick and Lilah, he had never shown any signs of jealousy or vindictiveness about my sexual relationship with his friend.
Later, when his friend Frank fucked me one afternoon right in front of him, there was no indication from him of anything but sincere approval and even pride in my lascivious behaviour and sexual capability. In both of those situations, my sex partners had been my husband's good friends and he had been directly involved in the planning and initiating of the encounters. The question was how would he react to me having sex with someone else when it was exclusively my idea and my choice of a partner?
It wasn't until an incident one Saturday night in 1983 that I became completely convinced. Our next-door neighbours at the time were a large family with a number of older children, several of whom were out of school but still living at home. One of them, Scott, was a good-looking guy, about twenty years old, who used to come over to visit Mike and I regularly. He would often drop in on Friday or Saturday evenings to have a beer and chat before he went out with his friends. Therefore, it wasn't at all unusual when he dropped in to our house that evening about 7pm.
At the time my husband was working shift work on a twenty-four hour operation and regularly worked at night and on the weekends. That day he was scheduled to work overnight starting at 8pm which meant that he had to leave home by 7:30. Therefore, it wasn't very long after Scott arrived that Mike had to say good-bye for the night and head off to work. Usually I would have had the kids with me but that particular night, my parents had taken our youngest to their place for the weekend and my oldest had gone to a friend's place for a sleepover.
As a result I felt particularly liberated that evening. It was a drag that Mike had to work but, without the kids, at least I could relax and have a few drinks. Scott and I sat there chatting and drinking beer from a case Scott had brought with him. That struck me as being unusual. When I asked him about it he told me that he was going out with his friend Darren later. He had asked Darren to pick him up at my place so he had brought the whole case with him. I should have known. For a minute there I thought that Scott was going to pay us back some of the beer that he had drank of ours.
Scott said that since Darren was driving, he could drink as much as he wanted. As I mentioned, I was feeling pretty footloose and fancy-free myself, so we both slugged away at the beer and had a great conversation. It wasn't very before Darren arrived but Scott and I were already well on our way to getting drunk. Instead of leaving and taking Scott with him, after coming in and sitting down for a few minutes Darren decided to stay and get drunk too. The story of the rest of that evening is way too long to tell you here. Put it this way. I had a lot of explaining to do to Mike after he got home from work the next morning.
When he came in that Sunday morning, I was sleeping on the sofa in the livingroom, wearing just a t-shirt. I woke up right away when he spoke to me but I had an obvious hang-over. I felt him gently part my legs and slip his finger into my vagina. I figured that he would realize right away that I had been fucked while he was gone and under the grogginess of the hangover, I was afraid how he would react. I was much relieved when he just gave me a little knowing smile and asked if I had had a good time last night. Later, after I had recovered a little and we were able to talk about it further, I told him every detail that I could remember about what had happened. As I related the story of what had happened, he didn't show any sign of being angry or jealous at all. His main concern was simply that I was ok and that I had had a good time and hadn't done anything that I regretted.
That is not to say that Mike was completely happy with my getting drunk. He reminded me of the need to be careful in drinking too much and the possibility of doing things one might seriously regret later. Outside of that, he was fine and freely admitted that he was turned on by what had happened. We had amazing sex that day while I told him the intimate details about what I had done with Darren and Scott the night before. From that day on, I was fully convinced that he had been totally honest with me about his feelings and motivations.
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