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Separate weekend getaways
I had arranged a weekend visit with an old friend who I hadn’t seen in a few years. My wife was glad I was getting the chance to reconnect. Then she decided to take advantage of alone time and set up a trip to visit an old girlfriend of hers on the same weekend. I thought it was a great idea because then I wouldn’t fuss about having fun while she was stuck at home. Good plan, but her girlfriend had to cancel and it looked like the plan was off, but then my wife surprised me and said she wanted to go anyway because she could use some down time and she always loved being at the beach, especially at the deluxe resort we always stayed at.
So, the plan was back on and we were both happy and excited about our weekend trips. I booked her a flight and a luxury suite that opened onto the beach. I got to my friend’s place and plunged right into the beginning of a great visit. I didn’t expect to hear from my wife much, which was fine. Then, about 9 or so that first evening while I’m chilling at a very cool bar with my buddy I got a text message from her that got my attention right away. Background here When we visited this particular resort years ago she had surprised me by accepting a dance with a total stranger in the lounge right while we were visiting with her girlfriend and her husband. I thought it was fairly bold of her and was left by myself at the bar to try and keep my cool while her girlfriend raised her eyebrows. I acted real cool, and nothing else happened other than that one dance, but when we got back to our room we practically ripped our clothes off and proceeded to have intense . We have talked about that incident for years and have played with various hotwife fantasies, but have never progressed beyond juicy stories.
Seems she was back in the same lounge and wanted me to know that she had run into a very old acquaintance from her single days at the beach. She had had a thing with this guy many years ago but had lost touch. Small world, huh?
This immediately got my attention and I was a bit surprised by how fast I got an erection. This wasn’t all that convenient as my attention up to that text had been on drinks and reminiscing with my pal. Hiding an erection under the bar was a challenge and I was immediately a bit distracted. Considering how much excitement we have had from role paying with our fantasy for years I still felt safe knowing nothing would actually happen, but expected my wife might want to raise the bar with some credible teasing this time, knowing how much her rendezvous would fuel our fantasy. In hindsight I was fairly naïve, because what happened next changed our relationship in ways I had only imagined before.
When we play games around our home town on date nights she knows I enjoy receiving texts to keep me interested, tease me, even if she is only making up stuff. Sometimes I drop her off at an upscale rooftop hotel bar and make my entrance a bit later just to watch her flirt at the bar. This time was a bit different, for sure. I could just picture her sitting there at our favorite bar, looking extremely attractive, flirting away. I hadn’t counted on her running into her old friend as she has not mentioned him more than a few times over the years, and then only to tell me that they had a brief fling, broke up and he went on to big local business success and still lived on the island. I was instantly on alert when she texted me that they were having an exciting reunion. Her next text sent chills down my spine “Might be a perfect time to let our fantasy play out a bit”. I gulped hard and tried to calm down before responding. My emotions ran the gamut, from fear to jealousy to excitement, mostly the latter as evidenced by my raging hard on. I had played deliciously with this story so many times in the safety of our bedroom and had never really prepared for what would happen if it turned into reality. My attention suddenly veered away from the good time I was having hanging out with my buddy to trying to figure out what my response to her should be. That was when she sent another text, this time with a photo showing how she was dressed. Oh man, she looked incredible in one of the outfits I had bought her almost transparent y bra clearly evident under her mostly unbuttoned cashmere sweater and a pair of very y slacks with high heals and her anklet on prominent display one of my favorite “available MILF” outfits. Needless to say, my mind was racing with crazy ideas and trashy scenarios. She didn’t disappoint.
I finally got the nerve to respond and said this was a total surprise and I was excited to see where the evening would lead and to have fun. She texted back immediately. “Fun? How much fun are we talking about here, hon?” I squeezed out a quick answer “Fun to talk about for years.”
I feigned travel fatigue and begged off a late evening as I wanted to get to my hotel and see how the evening played out. I made plans to meet my pal for breakfast and hurried back to my room, tense from head to toe with all manner of emotions.
Next photo to arrive was of her hand on top of his, showing their simple intimacy and the size of his strong hands, and I knew this was a man’s feature that really turned her on. Just that simple little gesture and I had the sinking feeling that she was destined for a night to remember.
Sure enough I quickly got a message saying “I won’t be in touch for awhile going to enjoy my reunion. Will check back in later.”
This was total agony/ecstasy everything I had imagined for years when we made up stories in bed about her supposed rendezvous.
Completely distracted I pretended to watch a ballgame on TV, sipped on a single malt scotch and navigated my wild emotional swings. My dick stayed hard the whole time. I was almost afraid to open the next text that arrived at 11:30. “I love you! Thanks for the freedom to allow my inner slut out. I only guessed how much she wanted to be set free. Stay tuned.”
Hah! Like I could do anything else. About twenty minutes later a video text arrived with the message ” I forgot how much fun he and I had years ago and it’s even better now. He asked me to strip for him and I thought you’d want to watch as well so I told him to film me. He knows that I told you about him and is pretty psyched about staking his claim to your bride. Enjoy all bets are off and I probably won’t be in touch anytime soon. Good night sweetie.”
Needless to say it was a pretty wild night, tossing and turning, wild dreams, kind of surreal. I jerked off every time I woke up, wondering just how much she was enjoying at the moment. My mind was reeling with pictures of what I imagined she was up to, how wild it was for her.
I was pretty bleary eyed in the morning but had to get as normal as possible to meet my buddy for breakfast. Just before I left my hotel room I got a call and was buzzed to hear her voice. She sounded very different, her voice smoky and sultry, and told me that it had been the most amazing night of she had ever had and thanked me profusely, asking if I was still okay with it all. I was shaking with excitement and nervousness, not at all sure about this new territory we had entered. I let her know I was turned on, jealous and anxious to see her, wondering how I was going to make it through the rest of my weekend. I tried to make regular small talk, telling her my schedule for the day and letting her know how difficult it was going to be to act normal. That was when she said she couldn’t wait to get back and tell me all the details that she knew I wanted to hear. My mind was fairly blown with all this stimulation so early in the morning and it got even more intense when she said that he had spent the night and she was planning to spend the rest of the weekend with him. She told me she loved me dearly and that I knew how much she loved our life but last night was off the charts and she couldn’t wait for more. This wasn’t the easiest thing to hear, but we had played this fantasy out so many times I was over the top turned on. In our games at home she tries to let me down easy while we’re making love telling me I was still her favorite but her (fantasy) boyfriend is just an amazing lover, athletic, well hung and enjoys marathon . I always shoot my wad when she says this, never able to last any longer when I picture all the things they do together.
Well, that whole scene had shifted into a crazy, lustful, electric story that I had a hard time digesting and at the same time I couldn’t wait to hear more. She said her girlfriend had arranged to meet up with her on Saturday and she had to run but would keep in touch until she was ready to fly home.
Nest I heard from her they were boarding his sailboat with her girlfriend and her husband, who knew her old beau and she sounded excited to flaunt her “secret” affair in front of them. She said she felt pleasingly slutty flirting with her guy in front of their companions. She knew her friends would accept whatever she was up to without judgement and she managed to stay barely inside the bounds of propriety while they were sailing. The day on the water was a total blast and passed too quickly but everyone had lots of fun, recalling old times and marveling how time flies. When they returned she pretended to part ways with her “friend” and headed back to the hotel, where she had plans to meet up with him for a romantic dinner and a night of depravity.
By now I was a bit more accustomed to living with this new reality, but still felt electric jolts whenever I played “I wonder what she’s doing now.”
I was glad I had my visit with my old friend to distract me and I was just able to pull off normality, so he and I had a great visit. Somehow I made it through the rest of Saturday and Sunday morning before collapsing into my plane seat the next day, tense as hell about what it would be like when I got home to wait for her arrival.
When the Uber dropped her off at home I watched her walk in the front door and pretty much everything about her had changed in very subtle but unmistakable ways. She walked differently, more in her body, more relaxed, more sensuous, more confident, obviously “thoroughly fucked.”
It was strange to navigate her body wondering about what she was thinking about, our excitement was impossible to contain and as she told me as many details as she could remember my dick almost exploded and we had easily the most intense ever. We did manage to fuck but mostly spent most of the time with her sitting on my face while I tortured her pussy. I even enjoyed how sore she was from the she had received and still got tons of thrills when she described just how great a lover he was. At heart I am still a big closet pervert and the mixture of passion, and jealousy proved to be an amazing aphrodisiac. We passed out from our intense afternoon fuck. When we woke up we ordered out and enjoyed a soft evening and agreed this wouldn’t be a regular event but that she was pretty sure she’ll visit him again whenever we could all work it out. Welcome to our new world.
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