Wifey relevations

[interesting85]

Our sex life has changed from vanilla to a mix of jealousy, excitement and discomfort. While part of me longed for the simplicity of our old life, I couldn't deny the thrill of new dynamics.

I see you're back. I wish you would told us what has happened to you and Sam in the last two months? Also what happened more with Danny? I hope all is well between you and Sam?

Finally, it's time for an update. She's done with Danny - he demanded way more than she's ready to give to him.
I got a promotion which includes more travel. I run several projects in Europe and we spent a week together in Paris end of August.I'd been to Paris once. Say what you will about the French, but they know how to eat and drink, and their capital is a beautiful treasure. Even the Nazis couldn’t bring themselves to destroy it

We met with my counterpart in Paris, Pascale; He met us at the airport. He greeted us and appreciatively ran his eyes up and down Sam. Political correctness is far less advanced in France. Indeed, I think most French women would be slightly offended if a man did not cast an eye on them.Sam blushed slightly, though I couldn’t help but notice that Pascale was exactly her type: tall, dark and very handsome. He drove us to our hotel and insisted on taking us out for dinner that evening.

We’d arranged an early check-in, and put on our tourist gear and walked around. Our hotel was close to Notre Dame, right in the center of the city, and we walked along the Seine, holding hands, playing tourist until mid-afternoon when we returned to the hotel and took a nice long nap before dinner. We dressed. Chic. This was Paris after all. I wore my black suit. Sam had purchased a new dress, vintage style, black and white polka dot with a halter-neck that exposed a generous amount of cleavage.

Pascale took us to a lovely restaurant on the banks of the Seine with a view of the Eiffel Tower. We were on expense accounts, so Champagne cocktails flowed into a Sancerre with our shellfish appetizers and then a rich Bordeaux with the main course. Sam noticed his wedding band. She's impressed he had a granddaughter in fact. We toasted to his daughter and his new grandson. It turned out his wife lives in different city. Sam joked if his wife can't be with him, surely his mistress would be available. He laughed saying all french men must have a mistress. He asked Sam if she would approve if I get a mistress on my regular trips to France. I just said I can't handle more than one woman. We laughed on it.

The main course was followed by cheese and dessert, the first accompanied by a delicious aged Port, the latter by an Alsatian sweet wine. Between jetlag and the alcohol, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. As we paid the tab, all I could think about was passing out in our nice, soft bed. So when Pascale offered to take us around to see some of the famous Parisian monuments lit up at night, I answered without looking up. I said I'm going to bed but Sam said she'd love to. I told Sam to go with Pascale. I leaned and kissed Sam and said loudly "Have fun". She whispered in my ear "Don't wait me up". I felt her hand snake into my suit pocket. I couldn’t bear to look back at them. The night air was chilly, which was a blessing because it relieved me enough to return to the hotel. I reached into my pocket. I already knew what she’d placed there, but the confirmation nonetheless sent a jolt through me as my fingers discovered her little black panties. It was a short walk back to the hotel. Less than ten minutes. But I knew that Sam worked fast.

I stripped off my suit and fell into bed, drunk and tired. He’d show her around, probably trying to remain a gentleman, and she would tease him, tempt him, and then finally seduce him. She was going to give him a night to remember, and then she’d come back to me and relive it all.

So they ended in my his condo, and she got fucked on his balcony overseeing Eiffel Tower. He just bent her over the railing and took her from behind. She said every girl should get fucked at least once in her life on a Paris balcony by a sexy Frenchman. life. No one was looking at them, but they might at any moment. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, putting her boobs on display. She looked across at the other apartment building, and she saw a man. And then another. And a couple. All looking at them. One of the men across the way was stroking himself. Another let out a yelp. The couple were just grinning. He fucked her harder and harder. And she started screaming. She couldn’t help it.

And then he came inside.

Did I tell you how she met her new lover The bartender who fucked her in-service room on fancy restaurant last month

[Long Lurker 34]

Our sex life has changed from vanilla to a mix of jealousy, excitement and discomfort. While part of me longed for the simplicity of our old life, I couldn't deny the thrill of new dynamics.

I see you're back. I wish you would told us what has happened to you and Sam in the last two months? Also what happened more with Danny? I hope all is well between you and Sam?

Finally, it's time for an update. She's done with Danny - he demanded way more than she's ready to give to him.
I got a promotion which includes more travel. I run several projects in Europe and we spent a week together in Paris end of August.I'd been to Paris once. Say what you will about the French, but they know how to eat and drink, and their capital is a beautiful treasure. Even the Nazis couldn’t bring themselves to destroy it

We met with my counterpart in Paris, Pascale; He met us at the airport. He greeted us and appreciatively ran his eyes up and down Sam. Political correctness is far less advanced in France. Indeed, I think most French women would be slightly offended if a man did not cast an eye on them.Sam blushed slightly, though I couldn’t help but notice that Pascale was exactly her type: tall, dark and very handsome. He drove us to our hotel and insisted on taking us out for dinner that evening.

We’d arranged an early check-in, and put on our tourist gear and walked around. Our hotel was close to Notre Dame, right in the center of the city, and we walked along the Seine, holding hands, playing tourist until mid-afternoon when we returned to the hotel and took a nice long nap before dinner. We dressed. Chic. This was Paris after all. I wore my black suit. Sam had purchased a new dress, vintage style, black and white polka dot with a halter-neck that exposed a generous amount of cleavage.

Pascale took us to a lovely restaurant on the banks of the Seine with a view of the Eiffel Tower. We were on expense accounts, so Champagne cocktails flowed into a Sancerre with our shellfish appetizers and then a rich Bordeaux with the main course. Sam noticed his wedding band. She's impressed he had a granddaughter in fact. We toasted to his daughter and his new grandson. It turned out his wife lives in different city. Sam joked if his wife can't be with him, surely his mistress would be available. He laughed saying all french men must have a mistress. He asked Sam if she would approve if I get a mistress on my regular trips to France. I just said I can't handle more than one woman. We laughed on it.

The main course was followed by cheese and dessert, the first accompanied by a delicious aged Port, the latter by an Alsatian sweet wine. Between jetlag and the alcohol, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. As we paid the tab, all I could think about was passing out in our nice, soft bed. So when Pascale offered to take us around to see some of the famous Parisian monuments lit up at night, I answered without looking up. I said I'm going to bed but Sam said she'd love to. I told Sam to go with Pascale. I leaned and kissed Sam and said loudly "Have fun". She whispered in my ear "Don't wait me up". I felt her hand snake into my suit pocket. I couldn’t bear to look back at them. The night air was chilly, which was a blessing because it relieved me enough to return to the hotel. I reached into my pocket. I already knew what she’d placed there, but the confirmation nonetheless sent a jolt through me as my fingers discovered her little black panties. It was a short walk back to the hotel. Less than ten minutes. But I knew that Sam worked fast.

I stripped off my suit and fell into bed, drunk and tired. He’d show her around, probably trying to remain a gentleman, and she would tease him, tempt him, and then finally seduce him. She was going to give him a night to remember, and then she’d come back to me and relive it all.

So they ended in my his condo, and she got fucked on his balcony overseeing Eiffel Tower. He just bent her over the railing and took her from behind. She said every girl should get fucked at least once in her life on a Paris balcony by a sexy Frenchman. life. No one was looking at them, but they might at any moment. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, putting her boobs on display. She looked across at the other apartment building, and she saw a man. And then another. And a couple. All looking at them. One of the men across the way was stroking himself. Another let out a yelp. The couple were just grinning. He fucked her harder and harder. And she started screaming. She couldn’t help it.

And then he came inside.

Did I tell you how she met her new lover The bartender who fucked her in-service room on fancy restaurant last month

I85
- With this additional travel, if Sam is able to come with sometimes, a huge bonus.
- This gives Sam the opportunity to buy some Parisian and possibly (if you have a project there) some Italian fashion. Something that is bound to make her happy. Also if you take note of styles, sizes and makers, the chance to buy her some cloths when you are over by yourself to surprise her with and have them fit properly.

[elina]

...... The couple were just grinning. He fucked her harder and harder. And she started screaming. She couldn’t help it.

And then he came inside.

Did I tell you how she met her new lover The bartender who fucked her in-service room on fancy restaurant last month

Thanks for updating Interesting.

I am pleased to hear both that Sam ditched Danny, and for exactly the right reason.
A Lady like Sam should be respected, like I am sure the French Gentleman in this post will continue to.

And NO, I don't think you told us how She met Her new lover.
No surprise, a Lady like Sam will never be short of lovers. Glad to see that you are both enjoying your Cuckolding relationship.

Sincerely
elina

[venus-can99]

I85 thanks for the update. Congrats on your promotion and looking forward to hearing all about Sam's new lover ! Did Pascale and Sam get together again?

[interesting85]

...... The couple were just grinning. He fucked her harder and harder. And she started screaming. She couldn’t help it.

And then he came inside.

Did I tell you how she met her new lover The bartender who fucked her in-service room on fancy restaurant last month

Thanks for updating Interesting.

I am pleased to hear both that Sam ditched Danny, and for exactly the right reason.
A Lady like Sam should be respected, like I am sure the French Gentleman in this post will continue to.

And NO, I don't think you told us how She met Her new lover.
No surprise, a Lady like Sam will never be short of lovers. Glad to see that you are both enjoying your Cuckolding relationship.

Sincerely
elina

So 3 weeks ago we went to fancy to spend the night.
As we waited for our table we sat on the bar for drink and the bartender Bobby flirted with Sam. I was trying to look cool. Sam assured Bobby that I was open minded she started flirting back with him. She seemed more interested in Bobby than in me so I kept watching the game on the TV.

Bobby shared with us his football background, Sam admired his physique. She teased him about her yoga poses so we got a round of free drinks. Sam asked me if I want her to go ahead with Bobby which left me speechless. She wanted to sleep with him. So I passively agreed while I watched the reply of the goal I've missed.

Bobby took me out of my fantasies and he was about to make them reality. He announced he's going on break, call another guy to cover him on the bar and asked Sam to join him, he gestured to my wife, who accepted by placing her hand in his. They left together as he wrapped his arm around her. I watched as Sam was led away. She smiled before they disappeared.

The strangest thing about all of this was how normal – heck, bland – we’d been before. Before Danny: Vanilla.

If it was rough seeing my wife walk away with another man, it was infinitely worse seeing them walk back, hand-in-hand, a big goofy smile on her face. She was glowing, a little flush, a couple of strands of hair sticking to her forehead. And that fucker Bobby was grinning like the fucking the fucking fucker. He saw me and smiled even wider. This is the part I’d never been able to deal with. As they approached, I braced myself. I watched as he leaned in and kissed Sam on the cheek. Then he was back behind the bar as if nothing had happened.

She sat on the barstool and I asked her if she had fun. She teased me about enjoying it more, making me jealous. We left for the car. In the parking lot she pulled out my cock and started sucking it. She confessed to enjoying it much, and being slut. She let him cum into her. She said she's going to swallow it but it felt too good and she had to let him come inside. They made it quick.

After she sucked him he just sat her on a stack of boxes, spread her legs and shoved his cock inside her. I was like no foreplay. Well she confessed the foreplay in fact was letting him pick her up in front of me and by the time they got there she was dripping wet and ready for anything. Just like with Danny. Like flipping a switch and my sweet wife slutty side would come out. I know it's more complicate than that. Hard to analyze it when your sweet wife bouncing back and forth on your cock in the parking lot and she wanted second cum. Easy peasy, I didn't wait for second invitiation.

I thought we're going back home but she was like fucking 2 men made me hungry. So we get back to the restaurant and had a dinner, our initial plan. Our waited come, omg fuck my life, tall and handsome. She flirted with him as well. I called her a flirt. What I can say, she likes men, she likes sex.

[elina]

Thanks Interesting,

Is Sam now fucking Bobby regularly.

I love the Lady playing like that, and then declaring She is hungry and makes you go back to the restaurant to have the meal as planned, only for Her to start flirting with the waiter....

No indications your life is about to become boring...

Sincerely
elina

[54321]

She flirted with him as well. I called her a flirt. What I can say, she likes men, she likes sex.

Wow! She's off to the races!

54321

[Freemans892]

I have just read your posts, and my thoughts are:
- Danny was a great starter for wife, as he was an ex-FB and not an ex-boyfriend.
- You probably dropped Danny at the right time because he was an asshole who was sent on making you a cuck.
- Pascale is the ideal candidate for Sam, smart and understands the role of a married mistress, e.g. have fun but not fuck up each other’s marriages.
- Just be aware that Pascale will want to return the favour if you travel to Paris by yourself. Say that, I’m sure that Sam will want to do more trips to Paris.
- Bobby is an ideal fuck toy, as he would probably be up for an MFM session and he is no threat to you.
- You seem to be turning into a Stag with recent adventures, as you have helped set things up for Sam, i.e. Pascale and Bobby.

My recommendation, stick to the Stag activities, as you will be seen as a dominant/alpha to Sam but still allow her to have her fun. The HW Husbands/Stags have a more active sex life compared to the Cucks.

[isinlarsa]

Our sex life has changed from vanilla to a mix of jealousy, excitement and discomfort. While part of me longed for the simplicity of our old life, I couldn't deny the thrill of new dynamics.

I see you're back. I wish you would told us what has happened to you and Sam in the last two months? Also what happened more with Danny? I hope all is well between you and Sam?

Finally, it's time for an update. She's done with Danny - he demanded way more than she's ready to give to him.
I got a promotion which includes more travel. I run several projects in Europe and we spent a week together in Paris end of August.I'd been to Paris once. Say what you will about the French, but they know how to eat and drink, and their capital is a beautiful treasure. Even the Nazis couldn’t bring themselves to destroy it

We met with my counterpart in Paris, Pascale; He met us at the airport. He greeted us and appreciatively ran his eyes up and down Sam. Political correctness is far less advanced in France. Indeed, I think most French women would be slightly offended if a man did not cast an eye on them.Sam blushed slightly, though I couldn’t help but notice that Pascale was exactly her type: tall, dark and very handsome. He drove us to our hotel and insisted on taking us out for dinner that evening.

We’d arranged an early check-in, and put on our tourist gear and walked around. Our hotel was close to Notre Dame, right in the center of the city, and we walked along the Seine, holding hands, playing tourist until mid-afternoon when we returned to the hotel and took a nice long nap before dinner. We dressed. Chic. This was Paris after all. I wore my black suit. Sam had purchased a new dress, vintage style, black and white polka dot with a halter-neck that exposed a generous amount of cleavage.

Pascale took us to a lovely restaurant on the banks of the Seine with a view of the Eiffel Tower. We were on expense accounts, so Champagne cocktails flowed into a Sancerre with our shellfish appetizers and then a rich Bordeaux with the main course. Sam noticed his wedding band. She's impressed he had a granddaughter in fact. We toasted to his daughter and his new grandson. It turned out his wife lives in different city. Sam joked if his wife can't be with him, surely his mistress would be available. He laughed saying all french men must have a mistress. He asked Sam if she would approve if I get a mistress on my regular trips to France. I just said I can't handle more than one woman. We laughed on it.

The main course was followed by cheese and dessert, the first accompanied by a delicious aged Port, the latter by an Alsatian sweet wine. Between jetlag and the alcohol, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. As we paid the tab, all I could think about was passing out in our nice, soft bed. So when Pascale offered to take us around to see some of the famous Parisian monuments lit up at night, I answered without looking up. I said I'm going to bed but Sam said she'd love to. I told Sam to go with Pascale. I leaned and kissed Sam and said loudly "Have fun". She whispered in my ear "Don't wait me up". I felt her hand snake into my suit pocket. I couldn’t bear to look back at them. The night air was chilly, which was a blessing because it relieved me enough to return to the hotel. I reached into my pocket. I already knew what she’d placed there, but the confirmation nonetheless sent a jolt through me as my fingers discovered her little black panties. It was a short walk back to the hotel. Less than ten minutes. But I knew that Sam worked fast.

I stripped off my suit and fell into bed, drunk and tired. He’d show her around, probably trying to remain a gentleman, and she would tease him, tempt him, and then finally seduce him. She was going to give him a night to remember, and then she’d come back to me and relive it all.

So they ended in my his condo, and she got fucked on his balcony overseeing Eiffel Tower. He just bent her over the railing and took her from behind. She said every girl should get fucked at least once in her life on a Paris balcony by a sexy Frenchman. life. No one was looking at them, but they might at any moment. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, putting her boobs on display. She looked across at the other apartment building, and she saw a man. And then another. And a couple. All looking at them. One of the men across the way was stroking himself. Another let out a yelp. The couple were just grinning. He fucked her harder and harder. And she started screaming. She couldn’t help it.

And then he came inside.

Did I tell you how she met her new lover The bartender who fucked her in-service room on fancy restaurant last month

Would like to hear the follow-up when she returned to you. Was it in the night, or did she end up staying the night with him? As he was your work colleague, I assume you met him the following day. How was it to conduct business with a man who had fucked your wife the previous night? With the French, was it all very civilized?