My wife and I are settling into our new normal. She has seen her old FWB three times and slept with him twice. Once at his hotel and then at our house when I was away for the weekend. She’s free to do what she pleases but I think she still likes the hidden/taboo nature of it. She keeps her activities quite close to her chest but will tell me the broad strokes of things after a while. This weekend I was witness to the most open of her behaviours around me.
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Saturday night we didn’t have anything planned but early in the evening she started to get dressed to go out. My wife normally dresses quite casually. Jeans for 99% of the time. But this occasion she had laid out a short black cocktail style dress on the bed. After showering she applied more makeup than normal too. Heavy smokey eyeshadow and some jewellery to go with it.
I’m not sure I ever described my wife for everyone. She’s 42. I’m 54. She’s mixed ancestry Malaysian-English. Short 5’2. Slim from the gym but curvy naturally. Lovely full D cups and a great ass which is probably my favourite feature of hers. DSL’s to die for. She has several tattoos which is why I don’t trade pics of her. Overall I’m punching well above my weight as a nerdy white guy.
When she was done she came out of our room in a pair of black heels that matched with the rest of her dress. She kissed me on the cheek and said “Don’t wait up.”
“Where are you going?” I couldn’t help myself from asking. We didn’t have plans and she got dressed out of no where.
“Michael,” was all she answered but I swear I could see mischief in her eyes. Or perhaps I’m just seeing what I want to see.
My instant reaction was to feel my heart racing and like I was short of breath. Not jealous but excited and over stimulated all at once. And damn near rock hard! I couldn’t really function for the rest of the night. TV shows weren’t sinking in that I tried to watch. I reheated dinner and forgot it in the oven.
I took my wife at her word about not waiting up as I expected she’d be out until the very small hours of the morning so just before 10 I started to get ready for bed. Switching off the lights in the house and about to go to our room. I saw strips of light move across our kitchen and the sound of a car pulling up into our driveway. I went to the front window in our living room to see who it was and saw a large black Audi SUV parked in front of our garage. The lights were just dimming but I saw my wife in the passengers seat and Michael driving.
I felt guilty watching as I peaked from the slits in the blinds. Any my reactions from the afternoon came back 10 times worse as I saw the two of them lean in and start to kiss. Michael’s hand against the back of my wife’s head and her not doing anything to resist in the slightest. It was hard to truly see what was going on. She didn’t disappear from site to blow him or anything. He might have been playing with her pussy as she gasped a few times that I could see. Then after a couple of minutes she moved over and straddled herself onto his lap.
Not long after that I had to hide out of site again as the lights in the car came back on and the two of them got out of the vehicle. I was ready to run back to my bedroom and hide but they didn’t come towards the house but moved around to the rear and both got in the backseats. My view was pretty much nonexistent after that. Michael’s car windows were heavily tinted black so I didn’t make a crazy attempt to sneak outside and peak into the windows even as I imagined doing something like that.
I’m guessing for 25 to 30 minutes I didn’t see anything. The front windscreen went cloudy white from fog and the car rocked only a very little on its suspension. I was daydreaming but still in my hiding spot when the doors opened again and the car lights lit up. I can picture it so incredibly clearly as my wife climbed out of the drivers side after Michael this time. I watched as she pulled her dress back below her hips with her free hand, the other was holding her heels together. Her hair bunched up in the back of her head like she’d been lying on her back for a while. She was red and flushed from exertion.
They shared a very intimate post-whatever kiss and hugged together for a time before they said goodbye and she started to move towards the front door with a bit of a stagger as she got her legs under her.
I ran immediately for our bedroom not waiting to get caught watching. I was tucked up in bed in my shirt and boxers when she came into the bedroom after a couple of minutes. I didn’t make a sound or respond as of if I was awake but my wife crawled into the bed next to me. I could smell the muskiness of male odour and carnal scents from her. I was laying on my side facing away from her. I felt her press up against my back in her dress and her hand came over my hip and into my boxers. I was still iron stiff. I’m pretty ashamed but I whimpered when my wife’s hand close around my cock. She stroked it back and forth less than 8 times and I filled my shorts like it was my first ever wet dream.
As she pulled her hand out, wiping me against my hip, she said in my ear, “I’m going to shower.”