The diary of Lady Dinoo and me, Dinoo. A real story
Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 12:29 am
My hot wife Lady Dinoo.
(With thanks to Zorro, who reviewed my story. Without his help I wouldn‘t have published this story.)
This is the 100% real story of my wife Lady Dinoo, the woman I adore and me Dinoo, a summary of the diary we have kept since entering the HW-lifestyle in June 2008.
Some details are missing, but all is true. Honesty is my most important value, much as honesty between myself and my wife I adore has been paramount.
We are from the Netherlands and married for almost 40 years.
Preface
Before our marriage, my wife teased me often with other men.
For example, when National Dutch Student Tennis Championships were held. My wife-to-be liked being there for two days to watch me compete. Because I had to play a singles match, I couldn’t pick her up at the rail station, so I asked a very nice guy, to meet her. When they arrived, I saw they were petting during the rest of the game like they were newlyweds: she was oblivious to me. I was excited, so much so I lost my game….
We married and had kids. Life became “normal” until last year. Yes, we always had great sex.
Chapter one
June 2008, a holiday in the South of France, nudist resort: The beginnings.
Just before we left for holidays on Thursday, my wife asked me to show her my other life: pictures and movies I downloaded from the internet. So, I took her laptop and my back-up hard-disk with me.
The second evening in France I started to show her pictures of pussies. She liked them, especially the completely shaved ones. The following three evenings I showed her more of my pictures/movies, starting with my best cuckold movies.
Then came Monday evening. At 11PM we went to bed in our Caravan.
It became a very hot night. She wanted to know all my secrets, how many women I fucked, how many pussies I sucked, what happened during other encounters. She had never asked me before.
I’m always honest, as she knows very well, so I couldn’t refuse to answer all her questions. She asked me about a woman I worked with for six months, a student trainee whom I had helped with writing her final exam. I had had a special kind of sex with this woman. Because I was married, she never wanted to stroke or suck my cock. Yes, she touched it “accidentally.” And she had me masturbate for her and had me drop my cum into her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. But that was as far as we went.
My wife thought I had many more encounters and much, to my surprise, was a little disappointed with the low number. Then she told me her secrets too.
Suddenly she started playing with herself.
“What are you thinking on?” I asked.
“About that student. I would have liked to see it happen.”
My heretofore sometimes jealous wife surprised me completely.
But this was not all.
“Would you like me to dance tomorrow without panties?” she asked me.
(Dinner and dancing are always clothed there.)
I began to stroke my dick and answered that that would be very exciting.
“But if a guy is holding your buttocks, discovering they are nude under your dress, isn’t that too teasing?” I asked.
“He doesn’t know, he can just wonder. Isn’t that thrilling? I can tell you afterwards that somebody did hold or caress my buttocks.” she answered.
She continued.
“If you will shave my pussy daily, at home too, I promise not only to dance without panties, but I also promise I will never wear them anymore under dresses and skirts, as much as possible. You have to start tomorrow. Deal?”
(You have to know I trimmed her pussy already regularly.)
“Deal” I said hesitating, not recognizing this woman whom I previously thought I knew as my wife.
Normally, in all the years in the South of France, I visited the grocery in the early morning to buy bread, enjoying the sun on my naked body. My wife would prepare the dish and coffee. We decided to change that roles, however, and introduced two new conditions.
The first condition was mine: She had to count the number of men who were looking at her hairless pussy with her big inner pussy lips hanging out. She had a lot of fun with that and remarked that 80% of men did look at her pussy. Her pussy isn’t flat. Her outer labia are like a little hill.
The second condition was hers. She insisted on having at least five orgasms a day - on average - not by fucking, but orally or manually only. I had to keep a record to show I was meeting her goal.
Sitting in the front entry, we went on to tell each other our most secret happenings and fantasies. Really all you can imagine. From childhood till present. But that part I will keep for ourselves.
To make a long story short, she wanted to become a cuckoldress and/or hot wife.
As the final point of our agreements, she peed in a wineglass. While she was drinking real white wine, I had to drink her pee. The first signs of cuckolding were clear.
We had very hot holidays and liked to make a even more hot. That is why we tried to discover the possibilities at Cap d’Agde. Beach and swingers clubs. Cap d’Agde is only 25 miles distant from our resort. I had read about that beach and warned her that perhaps men could be very bold. For example I told her when we would fuck on that beach, they could jerk themselves off, ejaculating on our bodies.
There is always much traffic on the road to the Cap, so you had to keep my eyes on the road. The first time we drove to the Cap, when I looked over at my wife, I was astonished: She was sitting with her bare buttocks on the leather couch, exposing her pussy completely, playing with it. Her skirt around her middle. She told me she was turned on by the thought of being on that beach. We parked our car south of the beaches then walked to the north. When possible (it was very crowded everywhere), I caressed her bare buttocks. However, we couldn’t enter the nudist beach because a river separated this beach from the others.
The second time we went, the weather changed very quickly, so we returned. The third time, two days before we would return to the Netherlands, we discovered how to come in. You have to pay to enter the nudist village. (A year later we visited this nudist beach four times; I want, however, to follow our diary as it unfolded, so you have to wait till I write these chapters.)
Chapter two
Visiting a swingers club.
To comply with her wish to become a cuckoldress and/or hot wife, I searched the internet. I proposed one club, named Kasteel (Castle) Waterloo (see also in English http://www.kasteelwaterloo.nl/) which offered us three different possibilities. Couples only, couples only with black men to serve the women, or the nudist evening when single men were allowed. I emailed the URL’s of these pages to my wife so she could decide. She chose the nudist evening, even when the page warned her that this evening was not for beginners.
During the whole day I had my doubts. Wouldn’t these single men be too bold, wouldn’t they scare her off, wouldn’t the visit have a contrary effect?
During our trip to this club we were both nervous. The number of parked cars in the big park was astonishing. (Later on, they told me there are always between 150 and 200.) We entered the Castle at 9:00 PM, and the first thing my wife asked was whether there were more couples in there. She was apparently afraid to be alone as a woman. That turned out to not be a problem.
After shedding our clothes, we wanted to look around. All rooms were very crowded. We passed the dark room with holes in the walls. The upper one to watch through, the lower one to be caressed or to sucked through. She watched. A hand came out of a hole and tried to feel her pussy. My wife became scared. I explained what these holes were for. She smiled to me and said she had not expected this. Then a man began to caress her breasts, then her pussy. I wanted to stop him, to say we had been there for only a few minutes. Looking at my wife, however, I saw her smile. It was alright, she said. So I let him.
He was a sharp looking guy, around fifty years old. After a few more minutes, we decided to look to the room at the end of that corridor. Very, very crowded. Everywhere there were little groups of people exploring each other. Fucking. Sucking. On the very big bed was a place we could sit. This fellow had followed my wife, however. He started again to feel her pussy. He lowered himself on his knees to suck her pussy first. I sat behind her. She asked me to hold her breasts but four or five men and one woman were already caressing her whole body. My wife had her first orgasm. He wanted to get a piece and began to fuck her (of course with a condom on). After a few minutes, he withdrew his dick. My wife stroked his cock and kneaded his balls.
Again he resumed fucking her. Both came violently. He tongue kissed my wife, thanked her, and left. A second man about forty took his place to suck her pussy, an expert, as my wife explained to me later. Again, after a longer time, she came again, this time heavily. He then started to fuck her mouth. She eagerly accepted, helping him by stroking his dick and balls. I didn’t notice, but later she told me that he came in her mouth, and she had swallowed his cum. He kindly thanked her too.
Within less than thirty minutes, her pussy was sucked twice, she was fucked once, and she sucked a dick to completion. She had already come three times. Could she bear this pace? How long until she would say enough?
Beside her sat yet one more man. Apparently he had patience. He had only caressed her body during all that time my wife was playing with the others. My wife started to talk with him. After some time they were fondling and kissing each other.
I don’t know exactly how much time passed, but he too lowered himself on his knees and began to suck her pussy. First very softly and kindly. Then passionately. Again my wife came very heavily.
The rest of the evening would change our time in the lifestyle completely. He, this guy of exactly forty, and my wife started to cuddle, fondle, and caress each other for more than 30 minutes. I didn’t exist anymore for her. She didn’t care about me. Not for one second did she look at me. Just the two of them, fully engaged in making love. I could only watch.
Never I had I seen my wife so hot. Never had I seen my wife so passionate, not even with me. I didn’t recognize her at all.
Her kissing his whole body. He returning the favor. Every part of her body explored. No other man dared to touch her anymore. They tongue-kissed for minutes and minutes without their mouths parting.
It was so beautiful, so romantic, so erotic to watch these two.
Was this what I wasn’t able to give my wife? Did I finally give her what she lacked by letting her receive it from other men? I was so glad for her. I was the happiest man on earth. Those were my feelings at that moment.
Later on, she told me it wasn’t mechanical. It came deep from her inner feelings. She never thought about what she was doing. All happened automatically. Nonetheless, she was aware I was nearby her side.
They decided to take a break, have something to drink, and that is when I got an opportunity to talk with him.
My wife, her extra guy, and I went upstairs again, this time visiting another room. They continued their act. Heavy fondling, cuddling. Taking his dick countless times in her mouth, kneading his balls. Then she rode him on top, pinching his nipples, placing her pussy on his mouth, sitting on his face, riding his mouth. She came continuously. There wasn’t place for me. I didn’t exist.
Some days later she was riding my mouth. More passionate than she ever had before. I asked her if it was like with this man in Castle Waterloo. Yes, she said. Then I was sure about it, she lost herself completely with this guy. Giving all of herself.
Of course, this man wanted his compensation too. After a lengthy blowjob he unloaded his cum in her mouth. She kissed him first, then me with her mouth still full of cum. Kissing him before me. A subtle humiliation which I will never forget.
An hour or so later, they were the most passionate lovers I had ever seen. My wife had thrown away all existing diffidence. That she could be so intimate with another man - giving him all the attention she wished, holding him so tenderly in her arms, being so unconstrained - was beyond belief. Denying me completely like she had more than forty years ago like at the tennis tournament turned me on enormously.
Did I get back my wife? Not the one I brought to the Castle. Particularly, her denying me made me happier and more excited than ever because it showed me she was in true heaven. My ultimate happiness was giving her that freedom.
Beforehand, I had completely different thoughts about what an evening there would be like. I thought there would be more sex, yes, with fun and pleasure but without feelings, or emotions. Little did I imagine what the amazing reality would be.
We moved back to the first room, where two women and seven or eight men were engaged in a big orgy. My wife’s lover positioned himself to receive a long lasting blowjob from one of these women. My wife held his head tenderly in her hands and placed it on her thighs so she could tongue-kiss him while he was getting his blowjob. This was very humiliating for me: my wife pleasing her lover while he was being sucked by another unknown woman. It was very hot to see.
This orgy came to a end. My wife’s lover of the evening had to leave. He thanked my wife for this wonderful evening. Thus we where alone, we thought. Not so.
Many more men had watched this scene and were extremely turned on. One presented his dick to my wife‘s mouth but didn’t want to cum. A second guy came to my wife to rub her pussy very roughly. In the meantime a third guy wanted to have a blowjob. He got that, then ejaculated on my wife’s breasts. A fourth guy replaced him. My wife rubbed his dick against her nipples, he too ejaculated on her breasts. The same with a fifth man. My wife rubbed all that semen over her breasts. At last a sixth guy got a lengthy blowjob. I couldn’t hold it any longer and started to fuck my wife from behind. We came violently.
Men being served and men serving women, that was what I expected from this evening. The last part was like that. All six guys were very kind to her and thanked her for the sex. My wife never acted mechanically. It was all her pleasure. But, as I already wrote, the main part of the evening changed our live completely. My wife had tasted passion with another man, being lost in her embrace and union with him, forgetting me even as I stood there. She had been consumed in her beautiful feelings for him.
We dressed to go home, without showering. At home, my wife commanded me to use my mouth to clean her breasts, covered with dried semen, which I eagerly did. In the middle of the night, we went over the evening once again with the best wine we had. We decided to write down all our events and feelings about it. I started the day after.
We talked about this evening countless times over the next two weeks. What could we expect in the future?
She asked me to write down the dreams I had told her about during our hot evenings in France. With some shame I repeat them now. A bukkake on her body, which I had to clean. Receiving multiple cumshots in her mouth before kissing me. A rough gangbang by a large row of guys. Kissing her pussy while she is being fucked. Her making love to women. Putting my dick in another woman’s pussy and kissing her pussy while I’m fucking this woman. Or the reverse, my putting a strange dick in her pussy while she sucks my dick. Seeing my wife lose herself to another man. Seeing it is my own wife who enacts all these dreams.
Now, I have other dreams, ones that perhaps will never happen, because she wants me to be present.
Having her not home with me but leave with her lover after a evening in this Castle. Or getting a phone call from her that she won’t be home until midnight. Or leaving the house while anouncing she will return late and I need not wait.
As I told her, for me the most important thing has been that she should do whatever she wants to do, never thinking sex is reserved for only her husband. I would even like her to do things with other men she has never done before with me.
To be continued.
(With thanks to Zorro, who reviewed my story. Without his help I wouldn‘t have published this story.)
This is the 100% real story of my wife Lady Dinoo, the woman I adore and me Dinoo, a summary of the diary we have kept since entering the HW-lifestyle in June 2008.
Some details are missing, but all is true. Honesty is my most important value, much as honesty between myself and my wife I adore has been paramount.
We are from the Netherlands and married for almost 40 years.
Preface
Before our marriage, my wife teased me often with other men.
For example, when National Dutch Student Tennis Championships were held. My wife-to-be liked being there for two days to watch me compete. Because I had to play a singles match, I couldn’t pick her up at the rail station, so I asked a very nice guy, to meet her. When they arrived, I saw they were petting during the rest of the game like they were newlyweds: she was oblivious to me. I was excited, so much so I lost my game….
We married and had kids. Life became “normal” until last year. Yes, we always had great sex.
Chapter one
June 2008, a holiday in the South of France, nudist resort: The beginnings.
Just before we left for holidays on Thursday, my wife asked me to show her my other life: pictures and movies I downloaded from the internet. So, I took her laptop and my back-up hard-disk with me.
The second evening in France I started to show her pictures of pussies. She liked them, especially the completely shaved ones. The following three evenings I showed her more of my pictures/movies, starting with my best cuckold movies.
Then came Monday evening. At 11PM we went to bed in our Caravan.
It became a very hot night. She wanted to know all my secrets, how many women I fucked, how many pussies I sucked, what happened during other encounters. She had never asked me before.
I’m always honest, as she knows very well, so I couldn’t refuse to answer all her questions. She asked me about a woman I worked with for six months, a student trainee whom I had helped with writing her final exam. I had had a special kind of sex with this woman. Because I was married, she never wanted to stroke or suck my cock. Yes, she touched it “accidentally.” And she had me masturbate for her and had me drop my cum into her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. But that was as far as we went.
My wife thought I had many more encounters and much, to my surprise, was a little disappointed with the low number. Then she told me her secrets too.
Suddenly she started playing with herself.
“What are you thinking on?” I asked.
“About that student. I would have liked to see it happen.”
My heretofore sometimes jealous wife surprised me completely.
But this was not all.
“Would you like me to dance tomorrow without panties?” she asked me.
(Dinner and dancing are always clothed there.)
I began to stroke my dick and answered that that would be very exciting.
“But if a guy is holding your buttocks, discovering they are nude under your dress, isn’t that too teasing?” I asked.
“He doesn’t know, he can just wonder. Isn’t that thrilling? I can tell you afterwards that somebody did hold or caress my buttocks.” she answered.
She continued.
“If you will shave my pussy daily, at home too, I promise not only to dance without panties, but I also promise I will never wear them anymore under dresses and skirts, as much as possible. You have to start tomorrow. Deal?”
(You have to know I trimmed her pussy already regularly.)
“Deal” I said hesitating, not recognizing this woman whom I previously thought I knew as my wife.
Normally, in all the years in the South of France, I visited the grocery in the early morning to buy bread, enjoying the sun on my naked body. My wife would prepare the dish and coffee. We decided to change that roles, however, and introduced two new conditions.
The first condition was mine: She had to count the number of men who were looking at her hairless pussy with her big inner pussy lips hanging out. She had a lot of fun with that and remarked that 80% of men did look at her pussy. Her pussy isn’t flat. Her outer labia are like a little hill.
The second condition was hers. She insisted on having at least five orgasms a day - on average - not by fucking, but orally or manually only. I had to keep a record to show I was meeting her goal.
Sitting in the front entry, we went on to tell each other our most secret happenings and fantasies. Really all you can imagine. From childhood till present. But that part I will keep for ourselves.
To make a long story short, she wanted to become a cuckoldress and/or hot wife.
As the final point of our agreements, she peed in a wineglass. While she was drinking real white wine, I had to drink her pee. The first signs of cuckolding were clear.
We had very hot holidays and liked to make a even more hot. That is why we tried to discover the possibilities at Cap d’Agde. Beach and swingers clubs. Cap d’Agde is only 25 miles distant from our resort. I had read about that beach and warned her that perhaps men could be very bold. For example I told her when we would fuck on that beach, they could jerk themselves off, ejaculating on our bodies.
There is always much traffic on the road to the Cap, so you had to keep my eyes on the road. The first time we drove to the Cap, when I looked over at my wife, I was astonished: She was sitting with her bare buttocks on the leather couch, exposing her pussy completely, playing with it. Her skirt around her middle. She told me she was turned on by the thought of being on that beach. We parked our car south of the beaches then walked to the north. When possible (it was very crowded everywhere), I caressed her bare buttocks. However, we couldn’t enter the nudist beach because a river separated this beach from the others.
The second time we went, the weather changed very quickly, so we returned. The third time, two days before we would return to the Netherlands, we discovered how to come in. You have to pay to enter the nudist village. (A year later we visited this nudist beach four times; I want, however, to follow our diary as it unfolded, so you have to wait till I write these chapters.)
Chapter two
Visiting a swingers club.
To comply with her wish to become a cuckoldress and/or hot wife, I searched the internet. I proposed one club, named Kasteel (Castle) Waterloo (see also in English http://www.kasteelwaterloo.nl/) which offered us three different possibilities. Couples only, couples only with black men to serve the women, or the nudist evening when single men were allowed. I emailed the URL’s of these pages to my wife so she could decide. She chose the nudist evening, even when the page warned her that this evening was not for beginners.
During the whole day I had my doubts. Wouldn’t these single men be too bold, wouldn’t they scare her off, wouldn’t the visit have a contrary effect?
During our trip to this club we were both nervous. The number of parked cars in the big park was astonishing. (Later on, they told me there are always between 150 and 200.) We entered the Castle at 9:00 PM, and the first thing my wife asked was whether there were more couples in there. She was apparently afraid to be alone as a woman. That turned out to not be a problem.
After shedding our clothes, we wanted to look around. All rooms were very crowded. We passed the dark room with holes in the walls. The upper one to watch through, the lower one to be caressed or to sucked through. She watched. A hand came out of a hole and tried to feel her pussy. My wife became scared. I explained what these holes were for. She smiled to me and said she had not expected this. Then a man began to caress her breasts, then her pussy. I wanted to stop him, to say we had been there for only a few minutes. Looking at my wife, however, I saw her smile. It was alright, she said. So I let him.
He was a sharp looking guy, around fifty years old. After a few more minutes, we decided to look to the room at the end of that corridor. Very, very crowded. Everywhere there were little groups of people exploring each other. Fucking. Sucking. On the very big bed was a place we could sit. This fellow had followed my wife, however. He started again to feel her pussy. He lowered himself on his knees to suck her pussy first. I sat behind her. She asked me to hold her breasts but four or five men and one woman were already caressing her whole body. My wife had her first orgasm. He wanted to get a piece and began to fuck her (of course with a condom on). After a few minutes, he withdrew his dick. My wife stroked his cock and kneaded his balls.
Again he resumed fucking her. Both came violently. He tongue kissed my wife, thanked her, and left. A second man about forty took his place to suck her pussy, an expert, as my wife explained to me later. Again, after a longer time, she came again, this time heavily. He then started to fuck her mouth. She eagerly accepted, helping him by stroking his dick and balls. I didn’t notice, but later she told me that he came in her mouth, and she had swallowed his cum. He kindly thanked her too.
Within less than thirty minutes, her pussy was sucked twice, she was fucked once, and she sucked a dick to completion. She had already come three times. Could she bear this pace? How long until she would say enough?
Beside her sat yet one more man. Apparently he had patience. He had only caressed her body during all that time my wife was playing with the others. My wife started to talk with him. After some time they were fondling and kissing each other.
I don’t know exactly how much time passed, but he too lowered himself on his knees and began to suck her pussy. First very softly and kindly. Then passionately. Again my wife came very heavily.
The rest of the evening would change our time in the lifestyle completely. He, this guy of exactly forty, and my wife started to cuddle, fondle, and caress each other for more than 30 minutes. I didn’t exist anymore for her. She didn’t care about me. Not for one second did she look at me. Just the two of them, fully engaged in making love. I could only watch.
Never I had I seen my wife so hot. Never had I seen my wife so passionate, not even with me. I didn’t recognize her at all.
Her kissing his whole body. He returning the favor. Every part of her body explored. No other man dared to touch her anymore. They tongue-kissed for minutes and minutes without their mouths parting.
It was so beautiful, so romantic, so erotic to watch these two.
Was this what I wasn’t able to give my wife? Did I finally give her what she lacked by letting her receive it from other men? I was so glad for her. I was the happiest man on earth. Those were my feelings at that moment.
Later on, she told me it wasn’t mechanical. It came deep from her inner feelings. She never thought about what she was doing. All happened automatically. Nonetheless, she was aware I was nearby her side.
They decided to take a break, have something to drink, and that is when I got an opportunity to talk with him.
My wife, her extra guy, and I went upstairs again, this time visiting another room. They continued their act. Heavy fondling, cuddling. Taking his dick countless times in her mouth, kneading his balls. Then she rode him on top, pinching his nipples, placing her pussy on his mouth, sitting on his face, riding his mouth. She came continuously. There wasn’t place for me. I didn’t exist.
Some days later she was riding my mouth. More passionate than she ever had before. I asked her if it was like with this man in Castle Waterloo. Yes, she said. Then I was sure about it, she lost herself completely with this guy. Giving all of herself.
Of course, this man wanted his compensation too. After a lengthy blowjob he unloaded his cum in her mouth. She kissed him first, then me with her mouth still full of cum. Kissing him before me. A subtle humiliation which I will never forget.
An hour or so later, they were the most passionate lovers I had ever seen. My wife had thrown away all existing diffidence. That she could be so intimate with another man - giving him all the attention she wished, holding him so tenderly in her arms, being so unconstrained - was beyond belief. Denying me completely like she had more than forty years ago like at the tennis tournament turned me on enormously.
Did I get back my wife? Not the one I brought to the Castle. Particularly, her denying me made me happier and more excited than ever because it showed me she was in true heaven. My ultimate happiness was giving her that freedom.
Beforehand, I had completely different thoughts about what an evening there would be like. I thought there would be more sex, yes, with fun and pleasure but without feelings, or emotions. Little did I imagine what the amazing reality would be.
We moved back to the first room, where two women and seven or eight men were engaged in a big orgy. My wife’s lover positioned himself to receive a long lasting blowjob from one of these women. My wife held his head tenderly in her hands and placed it on her thighs so she could tongue-kiss him while he was getting his blowjob. This was very humiliating for me: my wife pleasing her lover while he was being sucked by another unknown woman. It was very hot to see.
This orgy came to a end. My wife’s lover of the evening had to leave. He thanked my wife for this wonderful evening. Thus we where alone, we thought. Not so.
Many more men had watched this scene and were extremely turned on. One presented his dick to my wife‘s mouth but didn’t want to cum. A second guy came to my wife to rub her pussy very roughly. In the meantime a third guy wanted to have a blowjob. He got that, then ejaculated on my wife’s breasts. A fourth guy replaced him. My wife rubbed his dick against her nipples, he too ejaculated on her breasts. The same with a fifth man. My wife rubbed all that semen over her breasts. At last a sixth guy got a lengthy blowjob. I couldn’t hold it any longer and started to fuck my wife from behind. We came violently.
Men being served and men serving women, that was what I expected from this evening. The last part was like that. All six guys were very kind to her and thanked her for the sex. My wife never acted mechanically. It was all her pleasure. But, as I already wrote, the main part of the evening changed our live completely. My wife had tasted passion with another man, being lost in her embrace and union with him, forgetting me even as I stood there. She had been consumed in her beautiful feelings for him.
We dressed to go home, without showering. At home, my wife commanded me to use my mouth to clean her breasts, covered with dried semen, which I eagerly did. In the middle of the night, we went over the evening once again with the best wine we had. We decided to write down all our events and feelings about it. I started the day after.
We talked about this evening countless times over the next two weeks. What could we expect in the future?
She asked me to write down the dreams I had told her about during our hot evenings in France. With some shame I repeat them now. A bukkake on her body, which I had to clean. Receiving multiple cumshots in her mouth before kissing me. A rough gangbang by a large row of guys. Kissing her pussy while she is being fucked. Her making love to women. Putting my dick in another woman’s pussy and kissing her pussy while I’m fucking this woman. Or the reverse, my putting a strange dick in her pussy while she sucks my dick. Seeing my wife lose herself to another man. Seeing it is my own wife who enacts all these dreams.
Now, I have other dreams, ones that perhaps will never happen, because she wants me to be present.
Having her not home with me but leave with her lover after a evening in this Castle. Or getting a phone call from her that she won’t be home until midnight. Or leaving the house while anouncing she will return late and I need not wait.
As I told her, for me the most important thing has been that she should do whatever she wants to do, never thinking sex is reserved for only her husband. I would even like her to do things with other men she has never done before with me.
To be continued.
