Round 2 with Mr. G - Part 1

Sunday 01/17/10
We met at 7:30 at a restaurant for drinks and appetizers.  During the past week we checked out the local hotels – found one with jacuzzi rooms.  That might be exciting.  We chat for about an hour.  Mr. G and Wife are sitting on one side of the booth with me on the other, same as last week.  We decided not to go with them having dinner while I sit at the bar.  We all have a good time talking about our week.  Feels like we’ve been friends for a long time.  There was lots of laughter.

We start to talk about where we want to go next, but can’t decide.  I mention a hotel, but he’s not quite ready.  In a few minutes, I go to the restroom.  Wife asks Mr. G “What do you want to do now?”  “You!”  She loved that answer.

So, I pay the check - I’ve paid for almost everything so far - like a good cuckold - taking  care of his wife and her (soon to be, I hope) lover.

He suggests we go to a spot he knows about where we will be alone.  I drive while Wife and Mr. G sit in the backseat of my SUV.  He’s giving me directions.  I tell him he shouldn’t be paying attention to where I’m going but paying attention to my wife - I’ll be ok cause it doesn’t really matter where we end up and he could be doing more fun things.

He and Wife start kissing.  Soon he has her shirt off.  As I drive I sneak peeks in the backseat.  He’s all over Wife.  They don’t notice me anymore and I drive.  I’m not sure where the place is but I drive around while they play.  I made a couple of wrong turns and had to turn around.  Finally I get as close as I can but have to ask.  I know I’m close but I figure we’re a mile or two away.  He says we just passed it, it was only about 100 feet back.  We pull in and park in a secluded area.  Anyway, by the time we got there they were having a good time.  She was half naked and he was getting ready to be.

I get out on the pretence of a bathroom break to let them get back into it.  I know I probably won’t be able to join in tonight, but that’s OK.  I like to watch.  When I return, Wife is completely naked and he has his pants off.  I know there’s been a lot of touching, kissing and stroking going on so far but I haven’t got to see much.  I touch Wife’s leg.  She knows it’s me since his hands are obviously otherwise engaged.  He’s between her legs.  I get a glimpse in the dark of his hard cock as he moves it toward my wife’s pussy.  He begins to fuck her for the first time.

This is amazing - watching him fuck my wife.  Not that I can see much.  The backseat is dark.  He is dark.  And from this position all I can make out is Wife’s white legs spread VERY wide with his body covering her from mid thigh to mid thigh.  I flash back to the moment just before he entered her.  How I would to have liked to see that.  I remember his cock and I know every point of her pussy.  I imagine them coming together.  Wait.  Is he wearing a condom?  Wife has always been adamant about that.  I’m sure she made sure.  I saw his cock for only a second and it was in the dark.

I try to give them privacy and I keep a look out for someone wanting to know what the hell we are doing there.  After about 15 minutes he has a bit of stage fright.  Hard to keep it up with a man watching you fuck his wife.  Not that he gets soft, just that the mood is broken – No, not broken, just bent a bit.  I suggest we drive around while they play.  He tries to say no, but I’ve already made up my mind.  I want them to have fun.  I take off, and so do they.

Getting Ready for Round 2 with Mr. G - Part 2

Thursday 10/14/10
Wife got a text from … Mr. G? No.  Mr. F? No.  You’ll never guess.  We didn’t expect to hear from him again.  It was Mr. E.  Poor guy.  If he had just sent that text a couple weeks earlier - before Wife met Mr. G.  She could be all giddy about him right now.  And I know she would have slept with him next time we met him.  She was into him.  He is a good guy - interesting, hard working, good looking and fun.  Just not as much so as Mr. G.  Of course it could be that we saw him in July and we just saw Mr. G.

Anyway, we haven’t heard from him in three months.  All he had to do to get in my wife’s pants was keep in touch.  Poor guy.  Now, she’s had a taste of another man’s cock and she wants more. ♂

Getting Ready for Round 2 with Mr. G - Part 1

Wednesday 01/13/10
Wife gets her nails done.  One has broken and she says she wouldn’t usually go to the salon for just one nail, but she wants to be perfect for him. :)  Also she’s thinking of getting a new outfit for him, and by outfit I don’t mean anything anyone else will see.  ;)

We are considering various options for our next meeting with Mr. G.  Wife and he have been texting since our trip to the club (and the trip to his car).  Wife is the happiest woman on earth.  She tells me, before Mr. G she was having a good time, but now she has the possibility to have a guy she really likes.  This is so much more.  He could become her first long term lover.  But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.  One step at a time and our next step looks like will happen on Sunday night.  One option we consider for our next meet is Wife and Mr. G having dinner while I sit at the restaurant bar.  They would have time to talk and let the chemistry build before ????  But I also suggested we just meet him at a hotel, and Wife liked that idea!  We’ll have to see what happens.

First Meeting with Mr. G – Part 5 – Saving the Best for Last

At 4:30 I wake up hard. I caress my wife, her arms, back, legs, neck. I give her light kisses on her neck, ears, jaw line and lips. This leads to my hand on and then in her pussy. She has her back to me as I stroke her pussy for a long time. It feels so good. She takes nearly 20 minutes to reach orgasm.

Afterwards, she holds my semi hard cock. She says she forgot to tell me something that happened in his car. “I kissed it.” He asked her to kiss his cock right after I let them know it was time to go. He knew she didn’t like to suck cock. But when he asked, she wanted to kiss it for him. She lowered her mouth to his dick. She ran her tongue twice around the head. And she kiss his cock on the head. He loved it and SHE loved it too.

My penis becomes hard as granite. I kiss her and climb on top of her. As I enter her, we continue to kiss. I don’t take anywhere near 20 minutes. The image of my wife’s mouth on (not just anyone’s, but) Mr. G’s penis fills my brain. As I’m fucking her, she, after a few minutes, demonstrates on my chest what she did to his cock – her tongue makes two circles and then a kiss. “That’s what I did.” It’s too much. I need to cum. I stroke faster and soon I’m pumping cum into her pussy. We lay there for a few minutes and she says “I guess I saved that bit of information until just the right time.” I couldn’t agree more.

We fall asleep in each other’s arms. After a long time, we end up touching back to back. It is not a usual position for us, but it feels nice. I dream of

her and Mr. G cuddling. Long term lovers embrace after a long love making session while Wife and I are back to back. I’m holding a petite, young, hot black babe. She’s someone we picked up for the night. After we sleep awhile I ask her to climb over me and make out with Wife. Afterwards Wife has her make out with Mr. G who cums in her pussy. Then she is back to me.
I drift in and out of sleep.

In the morning we get up and have a very horny day. Has Wife found a lover? We certainly hope so. We will see.

First Meeting with Mr. G – Part 4 – In His Car

One thing she tells me is she got to feel how big his cock is and it’s bigger than mine.  “But that’s though his pants” I said “It’s not as big as it feels.”  “It wasn’t through his pants” she says.

These thoughts are driving me crazy as we make our pick up and drop off.  Then quickly home to take a shower together.  We talk about all that happened, first in the shower then in bed.  I get to the bed first and lay in her spot to warm it for her.  She slips in naked.  As I caress her, she tells me everything.

He opened the car door for Wife before he slid in the other side.  He wanted to move the car due to an inconvenient street lamp.  Wife said no, she didn’t want me to call the cops when I came out to any empty parking space.

They kiss.  Not like the little pecks I had earlier with the dancer, but open mouth passionate kisses.  Tongues intertwined, darting in and out.  Lips sucking on each other.  When she tells me this, I get rock hard and kiss her aggressively.  She hasn’t kissed another man like this since 8 months after we started dating.  Mr. E did give her a little peck and STM (Mr. Z) wanted to kiss her (as I’m sure Mr. F did) but there is something special about Mr. G.  A chemistry.  She wanted to kiss him and kiss him hard.

As they kiss, hands explored their bodies.  He squeezed her tits again and touched between her legs.  She felt his arms and shoulders.  He lowered her shirt (again) and sucked her breasts.  He starts to undo her pants.  She helps him out and pulls them down – with her panties (There’s no time to waste.)  She feels his cock through his pants.  It’s long and hard.  Without wasting any time, she opens his pants and pulls out his cock.  She likes it.  It’s bigger than mine, about the same girth, but longer (and she can’t even see all of it!).  She stroked it as they continue to kiss with his hand in her pussy.

When I let them know it’s time to go, they kiss, get dressed and get out of his car.  On the sidewalk, they hug and kiss goodbye.

We had a great time.  It was a wonderful night even without (much of) the hotwife activities.  We made a good friend and spent 5 hours with him, more by far than any other Mr.  All three of us hit it off really well.  We talked about maybe he is the one.  Maybe he’ll be Wife’s lover.  We’re hopeful everything will work out.

At this point, Wife wants to bask in the thrill of the evening and I hold her as she falls asleep thinking of Mr. G.

First Meeting with Mr. G – Part 3 – Puttering Around While They’re Alone

We had the possibility of needing to pick up a family member at midnight and all night long we are checking in via text messages.  Finally at 11:00 we know we need to, but Mr. G’s not with us at the moment but gets back in a minute or two.  I leave so he and Wife can have alone time.

I go to the main stage again, only I hang back a bit this time.  Nobody I really want to see up close.  Where’d the girl with the big tits go?  I head to the restroom then to the back stage.  Same story. (which shouldn’t be a surprise since the girls move from the left of the main stage to the right to the back stage.  And yet at the time I did find it surprising.)  Worse yet, there’s nowhere to sit to see the stage except at the stage.  So I sit where I can watch the crowd.

I have a short conversation with a nice looking black chick.  Then her “friend” joins her as she sits on my lap.  Each wants to dance with me.  Each trying to one up the other.  I love capitalism.  One is thin, small tits, very pretty with a tight body.  The other has a little more weight on her but not heavy just more curves, bigger tits but not huge, pretty, soft body, but she gives extras.  She kissed me on the lips, put her nipples in my mouth and my hand on her ass then on her crotch.  I had been giving her my ever so light touches when I sensed she wanted more.  I grabbed her ass, pulled her close and gave her a look that let her know I wanted her.  Her eyes lit up, her body tightened, and she grabbed my cock.  Soon she moved her thong aside for me to touch.

I end up getting a nice dance from both of them!  First kiss with a black girl, first suck of a black girl’s nipples, first touch of a black girl’s pussy.  My bucket list is shrinking.  Still want to fuck a hot black chick though.

I gave Wife and Mr. G about 30 minutes alone and made the most of the time.

I come back to see his hand on my wife’s thigh and it stays there this time.  They are talking.  I sit down and watch the girls.  Another dancer on her way to the DJ stops.  She is freezing, and it shows.  She likes how warm my hands are.  I say “That’s my wife.”  She glances over and sees the hands.  The questions are all over her face.  She is fascinated by this.  Right then Wife and Mr. G get up with their coats.  I had given them about 30 minutes to themselves while I got my dance, but Wife was waiting for me to come back.  Not because she wanted to leave with me, she wanted to leave with him.  Wife tells me to come out in 10 minutes, about the time we need to leave.  The dancer is amazed.  She is a psychology student and we talk most of the 10 minutes about what Wife does, why I allow it, and the fact that I’m not allowed to play.  Then capitalism wins out over her curiosity.  She goes off to make some money.  It was really quite fun to tell her this.  I might be able to get into this hotwife/cuckold lifestyle.

I go outside and see them in his car.  I watch from a discreet distance in the bitter cold.  It is so hot to know my wife is in his car having fun.  At one point I can tell from the way her head is tilted back that his hand is down her pants and she loves it.  I give them an extra 5 minutes, but now it is time to go.  We can’t be late.  I walk by the car to let them know.  They finish up, get out of the car and kiss on the sidewalk as I go to our car.  A few moments later she joins me and we leave.

On the drive she tells me some of what happened, but the ride is not long enough to tell me everything.  One thing she tells me is she got to feel how big his cock is and it’s bigger than mine.  “But that’s through his pants” I said “It’s not as big as it feels.”  “It wasn’t through his pants” she says.

First Meeting with Mr. G – Part 2 – The Club

So, he suggests we go to a topless club.  You may remember my wife and I talked about going to a club before.  Wife has never been to one and was curious.  So we go.

The first thing we notice is the smoke.  Most nights out for us are in restaurants that have bars, and (at least in our area) the smoking and non-smoking areas are in completely separate rooms with separate air handlers.  Not so in the strip clubs apparently.  Smoke hits you in the face as you enter.  It has been a long time since we’ve been in such a smoky club.

But the next thing we notice is the pretty girls, lots of pretty girls.  White, black, latin, short, tall, small boobs, big boobs, pretty, not so pretty and a couple with some extra padding.  They all have outfits made out of nothing more than the strings of a string bikini.  I quickly forgot about the smoke.

We sit in a small elevated area near the DJ a little way from the stage.  This is an excellent place to sit because all the girls come talk to the DJ.  There’s always a couple to look at and chat with.  Wife and Mr. G sit next to each other and I sit next to Mr. G.  Wife and I decided on the way over that she and Mr. G would be the couple in the club and I would be the third wheel.  It seems to be working as there is some flirting going on.

After a round of beers, the manager gives us a round of Leg Spreaders as we watch the girls and talk.  (Why the manager gave us drinks is another, much less interesting, story.)  I decide I should leave them alone for awhile.  I go to the restroom, but on the way stop to tip the girl on the stage.  Well no one was tipping at the stage all night (I guess saving the money for dances).  She doesn’t just offer the side of her g-string for me to slip the bill in.  She has to dance for me, inches from my face for most of the song.  I pull out a larger bill to tip her (she knows her job well).

After I make it to the restroom (I’m thankful there’s not so guy wanting a buck to give me a dirty towel), I head back to our seats and there is some more flirting and touching.  But Mr. G backs off when he sees me coming.  I found out later from Wife that they discussed likes and dislikes.  In particular, he found out that Wife does not like to suck cock.  Then there we shared more stories and jokes as we met more girls at the DJ.

At one point he decides that Wife needs a lap dance.  This girl who we never saw wearing anything more than a thong, starts dancing in front of Wife’s face.  He tells her she’s a strip club virgin and the girl starts giving her a real show.  She puts Wife’s hands on her breasts rubs all over her.  She pulls Wife’s camisole down so she, and Mr. G, as well as others, can enjoy her breasts.  The dancer comments on how big they are, in addition to a comment Mr. G made about her 38 C’s earlier at the restaurant.  Both comments make Wife feel good about her lovely tits.

As she dances for Wife she asks her “Are you fucking both of them?” and she finds out I’m her husband.  She comes over to me and says “I want to sleep with your wife …” (ok, that’s hot.  Probably not tonight for a couple reasons.  But still hot) “… 150 bucks” (and that’s not).  That is the first time a hooker has ever propositioned me.  As hot as the first part of her sentence was, the second half was equally repulsive.  The thought of paying this homely girl to be with Wife spoiled it.  Sex is about uncontrollable desires and you can’t buy that desire.  Later I here she told Wife 180 and 20 more for Mr. G to watch.  I don’t know if that is before she found out I was the husband or not.  Still we enjoy her dance and send her on her way.