Our Hotwives

Anyone who has been around a while, will have noticed that Mrs B doesn’t kiss and tell, until today that is. Maybe it is that it had been a month since I had playtime with one of my studs, maybe it is because Mr B is gone, who knows…. but I digress.

Mr B knew I had plans for this weekend, and since I go solo some, I do believe he decided to give me total freedom of my weekend, so he left to visit family and friends. Somehow I knew Saturday would be different, I just didn’t realize how different.

With Mr B gone, I chose my outfit carefully. I decided to be totally opposite from the norm. No uplifting bra, no skirt with garter and nylons. Nope… this time it was to be braless with a light blue t-shirt that would stretch over my bare nipples. Also, I chose dark blue pants. You know the kind that would show quite well any wet spot that happened to appear. My long tresses were to be pulled back, ensuring nothing would get in the way. And the feet… as bare as possible to let my magenta toes shine.

If anyone has read any of Mr B’s reviews of our activities, you will know that I love foreplay. The more the better, and the more unique, the more fun. Well, I must say, that today was unique. I don’t think I have ever been in as many positions as today, and I do believe I might even be a bit sore by Monday.

Now, a bit about my friend. Since I used to work for a piping company, my way of measuring in my mind may be a bit different than the norm. I would say that he was about 7” with a girth not all that big at about 1 ½” in diameter. At times, both the length and the girth were a bit much, but I certainly took advantage of every bit that I could.

Throughout the afternoon, it was pure hands. For once, no oral. Just hands that stroked, petted, and fondled. For once, it was my turn to work my magic with that hard stick. Not that I couldn’t tease. With one foot on the seat and one foot on the back, it made easy access to me. Stretched out, arms above my head, for a great view and pure pleasure. Or bent over the seat, with my nice ass (or so I have been told) in that “come get me” position. Tease, taunt, then return to work my own kind of magic. Stroking up and down, back and forth, a bit more lotion and then return to make sure I didn’t miss a single spot. And at the end of the afternoon, a smile on my face.

I am sure, that Mr B will once again, incredulously ask how I could possibly take 4 hours. And this time, I get to impress him even more when I admit that I plan on spending tomorrow afternoon with my friend again. Only this time, it will be different once again. This time…….

I will use a roller, as I paint the bathroom, rather than a brush.

Hahahaha, that's too funny Mrs B!!

It took me a 2nd time to read it to get what you were talking about. The last line threw me off, and I was like What? I need to read this again,

Cute! You had me going Mrs B!

HLG

ROTFL&LOL! Wonderful, marvelous! I can't wait to read the account of your cleaning the two of you up afterwards...or the time you ...washed your car!...(cue the Cool Hand Luke music - "...come on, baby, POP!")

Thanks guys. I was a bit disappointed this morning when I looked at the post on Mr B's computer and the bottom line showed. On mine, last night it didn't, so it was a better read. Once again proving that bigger is not always better.

I somehow don't think today's adventures will be quite as much fun. Maybe a wet t-shirt contest during cleanup?

I thought you might want to hear how the rest of the weekend played out.

Mr B called this morning to let me know he was on his way home….. early. Now, mind you, he offers to “help” when he gets here. I laughed and said that I didn’t need his “help” but I would be glad to let him join in on seconds when he got here. I was sure I would be enjoying more than one time today. This is about 10:00 am, so I am not totally in the groove yet. Mr B is usually the first one up on a lazy weekend morning, so it typically takes me a while to get out of bed.

Anyway, my friend today is a bit larger than yesterday, not only in girth, but also in length, so I find that a lot more lotion is in order. Lather it on, nice and thick then let him play the game of rubbing it off. Put it on, rubbing, lathering, dipping. Rub it off caressing, and stroking. It takes a bit more imagination yet to get into the tight spots, but those hard to reach places can be tickled much easier. OK, OK. So sometimes, bigger can be better. I still say, it is more how it is used, than how big it is.

Now, after yesterday’s fun and with today in close succession, it doesn’t take long to finish it off. There is just so much lovin that a girl can handle in 2 days. So, after only two hours, Mrs B has had her first “quickie.” Oh, my. And Mr B will be home in a couple of hours to reclaim what is his and to join in on “seconds.”

Whew! What a weekend this has turned out to be. So by the end of the day..

the bathroom will be totally blue.

And Mr B will be home in a couple of hours to reclaim what is his and to join in on “seconds.”

Hmmm, planning on watching a little husband-on-friend action, are you? Are you sure Mr B's up for that kind of action? Has he done this kind of thing before? WIll he be intimidated by your friend's size and your easy familiarity, the fact that you've both done so well without him?..

(must...compose...self...can't...type...while....LAUGHING!!)

likesharing wrote:

And Mr B will be home in a couple of hours to reclaim what is his and to join in on “seconds.”

Hmmm, planning on watching a little husband-on-friend action, are you? Are you sure Mr B's up for that kind of action? Has he done this kind of thing before? WIll he be intimidated by your friend's size and your easy familiarity, the fact that you've both done so well without him?..

Actually, Mr B got home in the middle of things. He definitely was not into any action of any kind with my friend. He decided that although my job was not complete, that I should be allowed to finish solo. Well, I believe his words really were that I had not done a good enough job, that I might even have to start over.

He never has been intimidated by the size of any of my friends. In fact, he is the one that thinks the bigger the better for me. He just loves for me to take on a big one, although his preference is to watch.

So, after another quickie, I sent my friend on his way. Now, I get to look forward to reclamation time tonight, after which, I think I will finally have had enough for one weekend.

But she neglects to speak of ... her "other" friend ... who will help things along tonight.

Mrs_Butterfly wrote:...
the bathroom will be totally blue.

As will some of our balls!

Great story!

You definetely had me going....until the last line or small print.

Hope there was a great finish to a very well-told tale

After Mr B was gone all weekend and I had as much fun as I did without him?

Absolutely.