Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start

[ocean]

found it , now don't I feel stupid

[hattersfan]

Thank you for your kind attention guys, I was beginning to get disheartened because no-one seemed interested in my story. After years of lurking and yearning, I finally have something to give back.
I must admit to being super excited and surprised so far.

Please don’t be put off by the apparent lack of responses; it’s the number of views that really count.

Hopefully there will be some new adventures you can tell us about at Easter time?

[shadowtantra]

Enjoying the story thank you for sharing it!

[setv4]

Enjoying your story, and also you Wife's continued progress. It was definitely time to give Graham a reality check. Thanks for your 'sharing'.

[CandA]

Super exciting, authentic and well written.

Thank you for sharing!

[George]

Great story. Great progress. Great result. Thank you for sharing.
It appears that you have twice violated one of D's conditions: no audiences.
That can become a problem. Trust has been violated.
I suggest you start by removing your rule: no overnights by suggesting she do exactly that. That will show some contrition and give up on your part to partially compensate. You can also let her know now that adding to her stable when she's ready would be nice.
If you continue, at some point you will be caught. Better either stop or get D's acceptance.
I suggest you stop and do not confess until your hotwifing is better established. Then, you can confess your past indiscretions. You can then share your desire, your need, to be able to watch and you can remind her that to compensate you encouraged her to have overnights.
I'm sure you will improve on these suggestions and will find the best time to expand your mutual understanding.
Best wishes.

[Long Lurker 34]

Thank you guys , I had to laugh, I'm not into humiliation, just the dog house fairly regularly.

I don't know where to view the views, so to speak, any help please?

O - Well as long as it's a comfortable and well appointed dog house.

[ocean]

You’re very kind, I felt maybe I’m not that interesting ha. We’re more to the west of West Sussex way. I just have to be careful as Dawn is a solicitor and terribly private ,Victorian style upbringing thankfully they’re both passed and can’t interfere anymore. That probably sounds bad but I mean it. This is all pent up and desperate for release and so wonderfully out of character. We’re having some fun. Good to speak with you.

[hattersfan]

Ocean - thanks again for your vivid commentaries; very much appreciated.

You know best but I agree with George (above) in that overnighters might be the way ahead. I think if you continue to be a Peeping Tom then you might be discovered. Perhaps in time your sexy gorgeous wife will let you watch so long as you do not try to take part in the action I do enjoy your descriptions of your wife and her lover, in the pub or restaurant though; it might be easier to hide in a crowd to watch that action.

I can understand why she is against any pics or videos being taken, but surely one or two that don’t show her face, but just to glorious tits covered in her older lovers cum might be permitted?

[Long Lurker 34]

Ocean - thanks again for your vivid commentaries; very much appreciated.

You know best but I agree with George (above) in that overnighters might be the way ahead. I think if you continue to be a Peeping Tom then you might be discovered. Perhaps in time your sexy gorgeous wife will let you watch so long as you do not try to take part in the action I do enjoy your descriptions of your wife and her lover, in the pub or restaurant though; it might be easier to hide in a crowd to watch that action.

I can understand why she is against any pics or videos being taken, but surely one or two that don’t show her face, but just to glorious tits covered in her older lovers cum might be permitted?

O - I second HF and ya the peeping tom thing, that could get you arrested and if your wife is that concerned about privacy she won't like that.

[Gulfcpl]

Ocean - thanks again for your vivid commentaries; very much appreciated.

You know best but I agree with George (above) in that overnighters might be the way ahead. I think if you continue to be a Peeping Tom then you might be discovered. Perhaps in time your sexy gorgeous wife will let you watch so long as you do not try to take part in the action I do enjoy your descriptions of your wife and her lover, in the pub or restaurant though; it might be easier to hide in a crowd to watch that action.

I can understand why she is against any pics or videos being taken, but surely one or two that don’t show her face, but just to glorious tits covered in her older lovers cum might be permitted?

O - I second HF and ya the peeping tom thing, that could get you arrested and if your wife is that concerned about privacy she won't like that.

Ditto

[leggysman]

I think that from what you've observed through your watching, and what D has told you when she returned to you, you should now feel secure that she's being open, and that you can trust her. And, she should feel that she can trust you enough to be open about everything there is to tell.

So, I agree with the others that now is the time to change your approach. When she's on a date: (try to!) relax at home, anticipate her return, use your imagination, and enjoy her storytelling as you reconnect with your hotwife. It can still be a shared experience between you, without your being there to actually witness it.

[FLHD_GottaHottie]

I think that from what you've observed through your watching, and what D has told you when she returned to you, you should now feel secure that she's being open, and that you can trust her. And, she should feel that she can trust you enough to be open about everything there is to tell.

So, I agree with the others that now is the time to change your approach. When she's on a date: (try to!) relax at home, anticipate her return, use your imagination, and enjoy her storytelling as you reconnect with your hotwife. It can still be a shared experience between you, without your being there to actually witness it.

Endorse… Listen to the wise man, Ocean.

[KinkyBear]

While I agree with the thought that your current voyeurism isn’t sustainable, as I voyeur myself, I can’t imagine it being nearly as satisfying for you without some firsthand knowledge.

Here’s an idea. Tell her that you want to know more about what she is doing. How much it turns you on. Ask her to record audio for you. In many ways it is far more erotic that watching. She took simply act like she is checking her phone and start the voice memo app. She can just leave it on a table in the room and it will pick up all the great sounds. She could text it to you even before getting back home. I’ve done this with a hotwife and sent it to her husband. He loved it!

Please keep up the updates!

[Long Lurker 34]

I think that from what you've observed through your watching, and what D has told you when she returned to you, you should now feel secure that she's being open, and that you can trust her. And, she should feel that she can trust you enough to be open about everything there is to tell.

So, I agree with the others that now is the time to change your approach. When she's on a date: (try to!) relax at home, anticipate her return,




O - When she is out on a date, an excellent time to get the house cleaned and a good way to divert your mind.

[Johng1953]

Don't get discouraged by the apparent lack of response. It can sometimes take us a while to notice a new thread. I've only just discovered yours and am enjoying it greatly!

[Cancun]

What a hot and sexy story. As a life long voyeur, I love the secret watching from the back yard the most.

[Gulfcpl]

What a hot and sexy story. As a life long voyeur, I love the secret watching from the back yard the most.

Watching from your own backyard is one thing, watching from someone else’s is another.

[FLHD_GottaHottie]

What a hot and sexy story. As a life long voyeur, I love the secret watching from the back yard the most.

Watching from your own backyard is one thing, watching from someone else’s is another.

It will get you arrested in pretty much any jurisdiction in the United States, sometimes even on your own property — to say nothing about the wife's potential reaction, adding to it all the shame a peeping tom arrest will bring professionally and personally.

[ocean]

Sat 1st April.
7.30am I was awakened by a kiss on the lips, beautiful breasts on my chest and a lovely rhythmic grip on my cock – I wanted to walk to bright light.
We’d had a great and eventful evening – (to follow) and I felt was just getting the handjob I deserved.
I said, hoping not to spoil things, close your eyes, whose cock are you squeezing? She laughed and replied, ‘I wonder what it’s like?’ Make the phone call and I’m sure you’ll find out sooner than you think. She said' I've always fancied being a mistress'. Opportunity building, Mistress is an old fashioned term, you're a 'hotwife' now. She's an ardent Googler, let's see where this goes.
We had breakfast and she went to phone - Chris.

[ocean]

Sat 1st April. Last night.

Well didn’t we all look good last night, Dinner suits and cocktail dresses, D looked absolutely fabulous in a really sexy cocktail dress and was wearing a bra and a thong, too many friends and too many eyes to see, she said, although there were other ladies there who obviously didn’t have this concern. I’ve never seen so many tits and bums for a while.

Beautiful hotel, great setting and a lovely social gathering of friends we hadn’t seen for quite some time. Dinner was good, and the band was particularly good. The usual celebrity auctioning of prizes, hotel stays, and weekend adventures etc. to raise money for the cancer charity.
As usual, I won nothing, but it was for a great cause. All done and now it was the socialising, dancing and a few drinks. I was driving so I was on the light stuff, but D didn’t have that problem and was indulging in the wine section with a couple of girlfriends, no change there.

D was approached by several guys to dance, and as is her way, she refused none, regardless of skills or fanciability, a kind heart. A couple of guys came back for more and one in particular, a rather handsome dark-skinned chap, elegantly dressed and very confident seemed to be taking pole position. I was speaking with various friends at tables as my ‘dad dancing’ is world renowned. When the slow dances started, there he was almost hogging her dancing card by the looks of things. I did nothing, but kept a weather eye on D, who I might add was loving the attention of this guy.
The evening came to a close and we all started to leave the hotel, we said our goodbyes and I went to the cloakroom for our coats.

On returning to the foyer to catch up, I saw D and this new guy deep in conversation, holding her hand, while supposedly shaking it. I held back to let things develop. They were very close and seemed quite intense. I waited for about 5 minutes and then approached and was introduced. He stepped back and released her hand. I didn’t comment just smiled, shook hands and we left.

We walked to the car park arm in arm, discussing the evening and she said she’d enjoyed it and the attention. I said this newfound confidence was making her like a radar sending out signals, to which guys were drawn to her. Confidence is so sexy.
In the car on the way home she undid her dress and removed her bra, lucky me I said, she laughed and said, until she went without for a while, she didn’t realise just how bloody uncomfortable bra’s were. I’ve always said it, they should be banned.
I brought the subject of her new admirer up. She laughed and said , ‘Well, as you ask, his name is Chris, he works in sales for a large Japanese IT company, he’s 54, lives in a village just outside Horsham in Sussex, he’s been divorced 6 years and no regular girlfriends. His father is white English and his mother was Malaysian. I asked if she had his inside leg measurement? (facetiously), ‘not yet’ and smiled
I said he seemed a nice guy, she raved, his manners were impeccable, he was very well spoken and classy. And an all-year tan, I added (lucky guy I just burn), what happened?

He'd asked her out (as had a couple of others during the evening but she said thank you, I’m married – a nice no). But to this guy she didn’t say no. While they were in a huddle and I was getting the coats, he’d given her his business card and said under the circumstances (me) would she mind she could call him, whenever it was safe and convenient. The guy’s got the moves.
I said the dancing was close and intimate tonight, ‘yes, he was thumbing my nipple for ages. I was so wet, he was hard, my fault, my good’.
I could never understand that term ‘my bad’.
Tempted, I said? ‘Oh yes!’ ‘Are you Ok about it?’ She said. Ok I said, go for Chris, fish in the sea and all that. So, she’s going to phone in the morning.
I reminded her, when we started this she had called it her ‘leisurely hobby’, you don’t have to fuck everyone in the first few months, you know. She laughed and said, ‘no but when I really fancy someone, why risk losing out?’ It’s a logic of kinds, I suppose.
But what about your current chap, Mr Guildford?
Apparently, he had been demanding exclusivity, his choice of evenings, overnight stays at his house and his manner and abruptness on the phone upset her, perhaps a little ownership creeping in?
It appears bad manners gets its own reward – Graham is out, she’s making the call.

She then phoned Chris (he was surprised), they hit it off and they’re on for Thursday night, for a drink and a warmup.

[Long Lurker 34]

Sat 1st April. Last night.

Well didn’t we all look good last night, Dinner suits and cocktail dresses, D looked absolutely fabulous in a really sexy cocktail dress and was wearing a bra and a thong, too many friends and too many eyes to see, she said, although there were other ladies there who obviously didn’t have this concern. I’ve never seen so many tits and bums for a while.

Beautiful hotel, great setting and a lovely social gathering of friends we hadn’t seen for quite some time. Dinner was good, and the band was particularly good. The usual celebrity auctioning of prizes, hotel stays, and weekend adventures etc. to raise money for the cancer charity.
As usual, I won nothing, but it was for a great cause. All done and now it was the socialising, dancing and a few drinks. I was driving so I was on the light stuff, but D didn’t have that problem and was indulging in the wine section with a couple of girlfriends, no change there.

D was approached by several guys to dance, and as is her way, she refused none, regardless of skills or fanciability, a kind heart. A couple of guys came back for more and one in particular, a rather handsome dark-skinned chap, elegantly dressed and very confident seemed to be taking pole position. I was speaking with various friends at tables as my ‘dad dancing’ is world renowned. When the slow dances started, there he was almost hogging her dancing card by the looks of things. I did nothing, but kept a weather eye on D, who I might add was loving the attention of this guy.
The evening came to a close and we all started to leave the hotel, we said our goodbyes and I went to the cloakroom for our coats.

On returning to the foyer to catch up, I saw D and this new guy deep in conversation, holding her hand, while supposedly shaking it. I held back to let things develop. They were very close and seemed quite intense. I waited for about 5 minutes and then approached and was introduced. He stepped back and released her hand. I didn’t comment just smiled, shook hands and we left.

We walked to the car park arm in arm, discussing the evening and she said she’d enjoyed it and the attention. I said this newfound confidence was making her like a radar sending out signals, to which guys were drawn to her. Confidence is so sexy.
In the car on the way home she undid her dress and removed her bra, lucky me I said, she laughed and said, until she went without for a while, she didn’t realise just how bloody uncomfortable bra’s were. I’ve always said it, they should be banned.
I brought the subject of her new admirer up. She laughed and said , ‘Well, as you ask, his name is Chris, he works in sales for a large Japanese IT company, he’s 54, lives in a village just outside Horsham in Sussex, he’s been divorced 6 years and no regular girlfriends. His father is white English and his mother was Malaysian. I asked if she had his inside leg measurement? (facetiously), ‘not yet’ and smiled
I said he seemed a nice guy, she raved, his manners were impeccable, he was very well spoken and classy. And an all-year tan, I added (lucky guy I just burn), what happened?

He'd asked her out (as had a couple of others during the evening but she said thank you, I’m married – a nice no). But to this guy she didn’t say no. While they were in a huddle and I was getting the coats, he’d given her his business card and said under the circumstances (me) would she mind she could call him, whenever it was safe and convenient. The guy’s got the moves.
I said the dancing was close and intimate tonight, ‘yes, he was thumbing my nipple for ages. I was so wet, he was hard, my fault, my good’.
I could never understand that term ‘my bad’.
Tempted, I said? ‘Oh yes!’ ‘Are you Ok about it?’ She said. Ok I said, go for Chris, fish in the sea and all that. So, she’s going to phone in the morning.
I reminded her, when we started this she had called it her ‘leisurely hobby’, you don’t have to fuck everyone in the first few months, you know. She laughed and said, ‘no but when I really fancy someone, why risk losing out?’ It’s a logic of kinds, I suppose.
But what about your current chap, Mr Guildford?
Apparently, he had been demanding exclusivity, his choice of evenings, overnight stays at his house and his manner and abruptness on the phone upset her, perhaps a little ownership creeping in?
It appears bad manners gets its own reward – Graham is out, she’s making the call.

She then phoned Chris (he was surprised), they hit it off and they’re on for Thursday night, for a drink and a warmup.

O - Chris seems like a good prospect. How far is Horsham from you?

[ocean]

we'll see. Distance around 20 miles about 25 minutes cross country

[Long Lurker 34]

we'll see. Distance around 20 miles about 25 minutes cross country

O - If Chris becomes a solid FWB/BF, that's close enough to not be too far, yet a comfortable distance if they wish to go out in public discreetly.

[ocean]

Friday 7th April
Last night was the night. First date with Chris.

Had a great sleepless night talking and loving till the middle of the night, some sleep and breakfast being made as I type.  

So here is the update

All day Thursday, she’s like a cat on a hot tin roof.
Late afternoon, hogging the bathroom, (how long does it take you girls to shave, shower and shampoo?). When the kids came along, she’d be in and out in 10 minutes.   
She emerged looking lovely, and casual for once. Very excited. The evenings ensemble - button up light blue Denim shirt dress and white trainers, trendy, casual and sexy, a touch of heady perfume and all set, nipples prominent but I didn’t draw attention to that.
A bit casual I said, ‘it’s what Chris suggested’.
He’s driving down to pick her up at the usual meeting place and on to a pub for supper in South Downs north of Brighton.
As is becoming usual for me now, an evening pint with the guys and back to wait. Try to kill the waiting time.
 
The country lane in which we live is in almost complete darkness, no streetlights so I have 6 cctv day/night security cameras all-round the outside of the house as we really are in the wilds, but the lights on the drive were requested to be switched off, so when they pulled up outside in the lane about 1.30 they were in darkness. I’d heard the car arrive and stop. I was looking out of the window and, in the brightness of the spectacular full moon, saw them as he walked her up the drive.        
It may sound strange but over the years, I found the sexiest part of any floor show is watching her kissing a guy, passionately, putting heart and soul into it, that’s when I get pangs of jealousy.
The fact, as they kissed her dress was pushed back, and a dark hand on a white boob also helped.
 
She walked through the door about 5 minutes later, the shirt dress unbuttoned all the way down, just pulled together and held by her thin black belt. I noted a couple of small damp patches near the collar, she clearly hadn’t held back.
I said she was early, no sex?    She chuckled and said, one minute, went to our bathroom as she was in desperate need of a pee. She returned and complete with bath robe climbed onto the bed with me. I opened her robe and, no, there were no hickeys, just the faint marks from last week, which she found amusing.
As I wasn’t there to see for myself (mores the pity), I have to rely on D’s version to tell you, but she has been very honest and descriptive in the past, so here goes;
 
They’d had a great time in the pub, complete with stream running through the garden, they were joined by another couple, friends of Chris which hadn’t been arranged but she thought was OK, she’d got pleasantly merry and was very happy. She asked if she had the extra wine being proffered, would he run her home afterwards. She’d get a girlfriend to help her pick her car up in the morning. No problem.
They had left the pub around 10.30 with the intention, she thought, of heading back to his home. They drove out of Fulking (village name) and stopped at a beauty spot and the view from the top was of the rolling hills of the South Downs. They kissed, cuddled but mainly talked. Earlier in the evening he’d realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra, said he was so pleased and had a fondle in the car park when they got to the passenger door of the car to open her door, she said his reaction when he discovered she wasn’t wearing pants was off the scale. ‘You guys are so easily pleased’, (yup). She was amused that he drove quite quickly to the beauty spot car park, they parked up and the usual petting, she said she almost sucked his tongue off.
She commented his cock was brown, a good size and thick, but a pair of balls best suited to a mountain goat. She said she gave him her best slow blow job in the car, he didn’t warn her and just came. She said, I nearly drowned with the volume, the cad.
Years ago, before me, she went out with a guy who was seriously hung. She finished it. She said fucking was far too uncomfortable and not a pleasure, I thought it was every woman’s dream, we’re all different. So there’s hope for us Mr Averages, after all. 
Anyway, Chris made no attempt to fuck her, he wanted the time to be right. Mr Nice Guy.
They drove home and had another petting session in the lane.
 
Strangely, during their discussions, Chris was very excited to be having an affair with D, and they were to be careful not to be caught. She decided not to tell him that we had an arrangement, she thinks guys just get off on affairs, excitement, little conquests. 
I asked her about her feelings about the arrangement, about Chris in particular, she said she has a surprisingly serious attraction to Chris, fancies him like mad. ‘Look, It’s just a bit of fun. She will enjoy it for what it is and I’m not to worry, we are rock solid'. I said – too close and it must finish. She agreed.
I inwardly sighed with relief.

She’s ringing him on Sunday morning to arrange the next date.