Letters to my husband: Stella and Richard

[boobman987]

Aardvarky is slowly and tantalisingly turning up the heat!

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 12
Stella my darling,
I am so happy that you have shared this with me. I had not expected another message before tomorrow night, so this was a real treat in more ways than one.

Your description of your phone call was indeed a massive erotic shock, especially the thrilling part at the end. For a moment I imagined I too was a watcher, albeit virtually, seeing you rush from your office, fasten the cubicle door and focus your mind on the images that would bring you to the climax you sought and deserve. Guiltily, I imagined Alex watching you. I saw you glance up at him, smile and climax spontaneously. That was at that moment at which I had to stop myself from further imaginings, given your injunction. Fortunately I was able to hold back, distracting myself with other thoughts. It was a close call.
Tomorrow cannot come soon enough. I look forward to seeing you before you leave, and needless to say, reconnecting when you return.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 13
Darling Richard,
It has taken me a while to come down from my high of last night. Our adventure proved to be everything I had hoped for. Did I mention that I loved the way you held my hand before I left, and stared at my legs as I did a twirl.

Last night I shared with you some aspects of my evening, but here are the highlights I may have omitted.

The Uber dropped me right outside The Flowers. Alex was sitting on one of those tall stools at the bar waiting for me. The scene reminded me of the opening sequence of ‘First Dates’. Even the maître d'hôtel had a look of Fred Sirieix. Alex was wearing a pale suit with an open shirt collar and smelled deliciously of expensive cologne. He was so gracious. He inquired about you, putting me immediately at ease.

Did you know that the bar stools are fixed and can’t be moved? This presented the first challenge of the evening. In a gentlemanly way, Alex took my hand as I perched, but as we turned back to the bar our knees touched and locked. Unperturbed, Alex moved to allow my leg to slip between his, bringing my legs close in such a way that the outline of my suspender buttons and stocking tops became visible through the stretched fabric. I glanced down and blushed. He clearly noticed and pretended to look away. To be honest, I almost climaxed with the shock and embarrassment. Yet he was so charming about our clash of knees that my self-consciousness soon subsided.

Last night you asked why I had chosen to wear stockings rather than tights and I struggled with my answer. In my alone-moments leading up to the evening, I confess I had pictured Alex bringing me home, lifting me onto our bed and making love to me. It was one of those silly fantasies to be enjoyed dreamily, rather than fulfilled. Whilst I imagined that wearing stockings might turn him on, my choice on the night was in fact not intended for him - but for me: to revive the thoughts that I intended to remain hidden. Never for a moment did I imagine that my sexy secret would be exposed.

Having glanced through the menu, we were escorted to our table in the corner, reserved just in case any Tempest people chanced to pass by the window. We talked about work, home and life. I had forgotten how pleasurable it was to sit with a stranger over dinner. Then came the moment when ‘Fred’ returned with the wine. He was about to pour when I stopped him. ‘We can do that,’ I directed, maybe a little too hastily. After the sommelier had left Alex inquired, ‘I take it that you want to pour?’

For an instant I froze, unable to reply.
‘No, I wanted to see you do that,’ I said, staring at his hands, feeling stupid and regretting my response.
‘And why is that,’ he continued….

Honestly Richard, I never intended to mention his hands and my dreamy thoughts about them. But he caught my glance, lifted the bottle and poured two glasses. ‘Hands are rather significant and sensual aren’t they,’ he continued as he lifted mine, turning them in his so that he could examine my palms. I looked at his eyes as they lowered and followed his gaze. There was my wedding ring glinting in candle light with a stranger’s hands holding mine. The surge was relentless. It was like making love, pleasure ripples running through me. I was unable to withdraw my hands for fear of losing the moment, and yet I couldn’t leave them there for fear of climax.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked,smiling.
‘Oh Harr…’ I replied, seeking to stop myself mid sentence. There followed a moment of embarrassed silence. ‘It’s alright Meg,’ he replied, ‘If it is of any help I feel exactly the same.’

With that he returned my hands and picked up his glass. ‘To us, and our secret hidden little fantasies,’ he said with a smile in his voice.

It was just before half past ten when he paid the bill. ‘I’ll drive you home, Richard will be waiting up for you.’ It felt strange being in his car, feeling warmth from his body as he sat alongside, watching his wrist as he changed gear, settling back into the deep leather seat. Soon the journey back was over. As I unfastened my seat belt he caught my arm.

‘Have I behaved well enough?’ he asked, flashing another of those wonderful smiles.
‘I liked that you didn’t mention my stockings,’ I replied teasingly before I could stop myself.
‘Meg, all of your secrets, sartorial and otherwise, are safe with me,’ he retorted with a twinkle in his eyes.

I felt a sudden surge of closeness, slid my arm around his neck and leaned into him to kiss. It was not a long lingering kiss, nor indeed a short one, but one that felt like infinity. I could taste the wine, smell his skin, his cologne and sense the roughness of his cheek.

With sufficient care so as to reveal just a glimpse of my legs, I stepped from the car and turned towards the house as his car sped away. That was when I saw you watching from the bedroom window and waved.

Last night, as we made love for the second time you asked about the scent of cologne on the nape of my neck. I replied, ‘tell me what you thought happened - and what you wanted to happen - and I shall choose between the two.
‘Yes, you choose,’ you replied.

‘ I slid my arm around his perfumed neck when I went for the kiss that you watched,’ I said.
‘And I did that especially for this moment, and perhaps the next?’

[Johng1953]

Pure genius.
It seems to me this is the end of your story. Then again, maybe just the start.
Either way, 'Richard ' is a very lucky man!

[boobman987]

I think you are right Johng1953. It is an end of a chapter and another one will open.

There are a few questions about the encounter that Stella hasn’t talked about. Hopefully they will be addressed as it progresses.

It would have been nice to know exactly what Stella was wearing and whether Alex had a groin reaction to their brushing legs and seeing Stella’s stocking tops. After all Richard was able to see when Stella did her twirl!

[MustBeDenied2]

Fantastic chapter. I do hope it’s not the end of the story.

MBD

[aaardvarky]

Johng1953, boobman987 and MBD - again, thank you for your comments. Without them I might have given up; receiving them provides the incentive to continue. Boobman987 - an answer to your first question will hopefully be revealed in Richard's reply, yet to be posted. But don't fret, I am conscious of certain men's obsession with women's clothes and will be revisiting that need. As regards Alex's physical response, I am afraid I cannot answer that with all honesty, for I was unable to tell. Might I have misinterpreted Alex's flirting for desire? Only time, if there is time, will resolve that. Johng1953 - you observed that Richard is a lucky man. I couldn't agree with you more!

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 13
Dearest darling Stella,
Last night was the sexiest night of my life. It was the right choice to give you space to prepare. Whilst up in the loft sorting the photo box I thought long and hard about you, the bath you would take, bubbles around your breasts; the choices you may make of what to wear, and the thoughts you would be having of Alex on your date together. I pictured you standing before the long mirror holding a skirt or a dress to gauge their effect. I imagined the moment when you selected your lingerie, how you would glance over at your image, and finally the little spray of perfume added before you called me. That the Uber arrived so quickly probably saved me from instant meltdown, especially after your twirl in that dress, uncovering your legs and giving a glimpse of lacey stocking-top.

Waiting for your return was so challenging. The book went unread, the Yamazaki untouched. Sometimes I sat quietly and imagined you both together, other times I would pace quickly to distract my thoughts. I am surprised that there is not a threadbare line in the carpet. Your absence seemed interminable, erotic moments when I felt unable to cope interleaved with others when I languished in thoughts of your pleasure with Alex. During these episodes I felt that I was about to climax and had to restrain my imagination to claw back control.

At quarter to eleven I went to the bedroom to wait for your return. It was such an intense time, guessing when and how you would arrive - would he drop you in discrete darkness at the end of the drive where I would not see your parting; might he park under the lamp post where you could be viewed; was there a chance that he would walk you to the door and I might be spotted? My obsession centred on the moment of you leaving him and what that might involve. I was drawn to the window with an hypnotic trepidation at what I might witness. It seemed like an age before I heard the car. It stopped by the streetlight so my view was unrestricted and I watched as you released your seatbelt. For a moment you remained deep in conversation. And then I saw you lean across and into his arms, I could see that your lips pressed against his, your hand around his neck so you may hold him closer. It was a moment of exquisite fascination. I was transfixed. It is almost impossible to describe my feelings and emotions - so florid, your connection so blatant.

I have to confess that I didn’t want it to end there. I imagined how it would have been had you invited him into the house. Would I have remained hidden upstairs or made a casual entrance as if I had no cares in the world? My thoughts raced and played over my erotic thoughts experienced over the last few weeks. In the end, it was a relief that I didn’t need to respond, hearing your key in the front door as his car left.

As I descended the stairs I felt a heady mix of emotions - part disappointment that it was over and frustration that it did not continue, part relief, and part joy and excitement that you were back. My heart was thumping, my breath hard to catch, no words would come out. And you relieved it all in such a generous way by walking into my arms and pressing your lips against mine.

We remained like that for an age - mirroring your earlier kiss with Alex - anointing my cheek with the scent of his skin. The moment seemed an affirmation of everything we had experienced, and more. It told me of my new addiction and my need for more.

Almost immediately you took me upstairs. There you turned so that I could unzip your dress. Beneath you wore lingerie, previously unseen, fragile, daring, sensual. You had me strip and sit whilst you unfastened your suspender belt and rolled your stockings. And then we made love, fascinating, relieving sex that seemed to take us both to places we never previously knew existed. As we did so you said his name causing us both to climax.

Where, Stella, do we - can we go from here? What if I were to tell you that I couldn’t bear for it to be over? How can we balance the exquisite challenge with the danger?

[subtoall]

Poor Richard! I too couldn't bear for it to be over. There is no balancing the exquisite challenge with the danger. We must go all in! That is the only course.

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

Poor Richard! I too couldn't bear for it to be over. There is no balancing the exquisite challenge with the danger. We must go all in! That is the only course.

[aaardvarky]

Subtoall and Cuckcuckgoose1 - what a pleasure to have you both with us on this adventure. Thank you for your comments. Do I take it that you don't want the story to end there? What if I told you (in confidence of course - don't tell the others) that it might not finish at this point? Might this be a taster of what's to come, rather than the main dish?

[aaardvarky]

Letter 14
Darling Richard,
How sweet to read your account of last night. I am thrilled that you were thrilled, pleasured that you were pleasured, and excited that you were excited at the prospect of me being with Alex.

You write that you don’t want it to end there. What would you like next? Where would you wish it to end, or maybe not end? You must tell me, so that I know from you, rather than guessing your intention and perhaps getting it wrong. Now is a good time to be explicit; to put aside convention and embarrassment and speak from the heart. Importantly, do you mind me asking - how might you feel if Alex and I actually were to have sex?

To tempt your reply should there be any doubt, let me say that I find Alex searingly attractive physically and sexually. He is so handsome, strong, toned, athletic and liberated. I loved the way he flirted with me, with subtlety, casual with humour, with compassion. Apart from being exciting and sexy, it was massively flattering. Which means that if I had your permission to sleep with him…..!

How do you feel having read that? Are you horrified or excited? Should I reserve my fantasies for our bedroom as memories of dreams, or as recollections of actualities?

[boobman987]

. . .
Might this be a taster of what's to come, rather than the main dish?

aardvarky, I’d like to thank you for the updates from both Richard and Stella.

I would say that the story so far is the Amuse-bouche, a nice taster that whet the appetite and imagination.

I’m looking forward to the follow up courses (installments or chapters). I hope that each one will have more and more erotic detail and descriptions of Stella’s choices along with Richard’s thoughts and feelings.

[aaardvarky]

boobman987 - your encouragement fires me to tell more. But will it lead where you/we expect? 'All their eggs in one basket' is the phrase that springs to mind at this point. Will Alex deliver, or was this just mind-games for Stella and Richard? A lot rides on whether Alex is really interested and will commit to play a part in their adventure. Currently, he knows nothing of it, save that Stella can easily out-flirt him. What is your assessment, or guess, and why? You never know, it might prequel the outcome!

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

Subtoall and Cuckcuckgoose1 - what a pleasure to have you both with us on this adventure. Thank you for your comments. Do I take it that you don't want the story to end there? What if I told you (in confidence of course - don't tell the others) that it might not finish at this point? Might this be a taster of what's to come, rather than the main dish?

I'm pretty sure this was only the appetizer round. Looking forward to the main course and ....dessert.

[guitarman]

Following this exquisitely well-written missive. I log on several times a day to see the next exchange of letters. Don't let it stop now.

[aaardvarky]

Guitarman - I love your comment. It makes me want to continue the story. Thank you so much and welcome out of the shadows! I hope your comment is not the last one too.

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 14
Darling Stella,
If we had attempted this conversation before your date I would have felt really conflicted, for whilst loving the feeling, at the beginning I feared its outcome. Your night out with Alex has made a difference, as did our torrid connection on your return. Did I say that it was probably one of the most exciting days and nights of my life?

You are right to remind me to put aside convention and embarrassment, for this adventure is about us (and your friend of course) It is not about what others may think or assume. Indeed I suppose that there is no reason to share our secret? Do you think Alex would agree to keep it private? Could you bear to keep it from your friends?

I have been looking up our situation online and it seems that many others find sharing their partner quite normal. Some of their accounts reassured me that this is what I truly want. The thought of Alex pleasuring you is overwhelming in a good way. I want this whilst we have the opportunity, and for you to tell me all about it afterwards. Can we recreate date-night, but ramped up to ever dizzier heights? If yes, tell me how it could work, what I need to do to support you, and whether you think Alex will agree.

[boobman987]

What is your assessment, or guess, and why? You never know, it might prequel the outcome!

Thank you aardvarky for your offer to put in my two penny worth.

boobman987 - your encouragement fires me to tell more. But will it lead where you/we expect? 'All their eggs in one basket' is the phrase that springs to mind at this point.

I’m glad that you are still going to tease your readership with this entrancing story. I hope that you have a lot more ideas to tantalise us.

This is just the first foray for Stella and Richard into the as yet unnamed hotwife or shared wife lifestyle. This will progress to other liaisons once Stella and Richard become comfortable with the change in dynamics. Where will it lead? I think with Richard’s encouragement Stella will ask Alex for a second and more intimate dinner date. She will be “dressed to kill” and Alex will be captivated by her that they will go beyond a kiss, but not all the way.

Will Alex deliver, or was this just mind-games for Stella and Richard?

As mentioned in reply letter 14 Richard is keen to keep it secret from friends and colleagues but he wants the details of what happens. Being a mere male, Alex will be captivated by Stella and probably make the first move.

I’m looking forward to hearing how Alex describes Stella’s clothing as he slowly and sexily undresses her for the first time to see her in lingerie then naked, perhaps in the car on the way back to Richard? Will Stella be shocked at Alex’s member when she first touches it and then sees it? Lots of thoughts going around in my mind … but I’m getting ahead of your story - sorry.

[MustBeDenied2]

Notwithstanding the title of this thread, and not wanting to overstep, perhaps Stella might discover that the elevation in eroticism produced by the written mode of communication could also be applied to her budding relationship with Alex. And what if we were to see that correspondence, also? And what if Alex and Richard were to correspond?

MBD

[aaardvarky]

Boobman987 and MustBeDenied2- your suggestions are superb, and I don't mind either of you getting ahead, for that is the very purpose of this thread. It is quite conceivable that all or some of your excellent ideas may filter into our story. But think for a moment about Richard. He loves to be taken by surprise. He doesn't want his erotic lifestyle to be scripted, but needs to face the glorious erotic shock of the unexpected! I have a sense that our story will deliver that in time. The unanticipated possibility awaits round every hidden corner.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 15
Darling Richard,
You are becoming quite the adventurer! I am so happy for you. It is quite a transition from where we were in our vanilla life together.

The prospect of spending some time with Alex is astonishingly exciting for me. I am pretty sure he feels the same, for at one stage in the restaurant he looked at me as if undressing me; and before I left his car there was a longing insistence in his kiss. His eyes flashed with an energy I have rarely seen before. Have no fear, Alex will not reject the opportunity that he so desires. Wouldn’t you want sex with me if you were in his place?

Could he keep our arrangement confidential? On that I am not sure. It is quite an ask, especially of a man with friends that ask about girlfriends. Might it be best to wait for his response to my offer? As for my girlfriends, well they all have broad minds and love secrets.

I am pleased that you have checked out our possibilities online. What have you found out? Has it given you any ideas that you would like to share with me - or even with Alex? Has your search confirmed that your responses are quite ‘normal’ and that our adventure is a good deal more common than most would have you believe? My only question is, in ramping up our erotic life, do we know where it will end? Have you thought about that and are you concerned?

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 15
Darling Stella,
I suppose the question is, what next? I have had ideas of my own, but would sooner go with yours - that way I enjoy (or suffer) the element of surprise! I like the idea of you taking charge, making the decisions and consigning me to contemplate their consequences.

What do you know about Alex’s current life, for instance, where does he live now? Does he miss Tempest Partnership and where does he stay when he comes back? Importantly, when might he return for a visit?

[aaardvarky]

Letter 16
Darling Richard,
I am ahead of you. Alex actually phoned me at the office to ask if I had enjoyed our dinner date; and to apologise for ‘the kiss’. He said that he didn’t know ‘what had got into him’ - that it must have been the wine, or the hands. I replied, ‘Maybe the stockings?’, and for a moment he went silent before laughing, saying, ‘Was my response to seeing your stocking-tops that obvious?’ I told him that it was, but that I had enjoyed it. He then asked if I wanted to do dinner again sometime.

I didn’t want to sound too encouraging (or desperate), so I asked what he had in mind. He told me that his company was arranging a dinner dance and that he needed to take a partner. I said that I didn’t realise such things as dinner dances existed anymore, to which he replied that his new firm is full of old people! He said it could be fun. Then he said, ‘But due to the distance you might have to stay over.’ It was at that moment that my ears pricked up - and not just my ears! ‘Where would I be staying?’ I asked, folding my arms to avoid him noticing my nipples, to which he replied, ‘either at mine - I do have a spare room, or I could put you up in a hotel if you prefer.’

I told him I would think about it, and of course said that I would ask you for your thoughts. I felt that was the most diplomatic answer although the prospect of staying over with him, even in his spare room, drove me insane. For the rest of the afternoon I was imagining how he would show me off at the ball to his friends and colleagues, the two of us dancing, how he would hold me, then just the two of us returning to his home - as it was when he brought me home the other night - but with the prospect that neither of us would be leaving!

What do you think? Does it fit with the ideas you picked up online? And if we were to agree to the ball, where would you want me to stay - a hotel, his spare room, or somewhere else? Anywhere. Your choice!

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 16
Darling Stella,
One minute we are planning a dinner with an old colleague, then your first weekend away. I didn’t even need to think about whether I should agree, for spontaneously, all of the thoughts I had been having in the lead to your date flooded back into my mind. In particular, I imagined Alex watching you as you undress, then seeing him lead you to the bed where you will make love. I see the light go out and hear your sigh. Then I feel my exclusion, returning to my room to feed on images, sounds, impressions, touches, sensations, rising with your escalating intimacy. It is at this point that I have to shut off my thoughts to avoid overload, and to save some pictures for later.

That is a round-about way of saying yes to the plan. When and where is the ball to take place? How long do you plan to stay? Can we write more about it as we prepare?