My Wife Starts Dating Ch 05

Wife Starts Dating Chapter 5

Hello! It is Rachel again. John and I discussed this, and we both agreed that I should present this chapter. Well, to be truthful, our discussion was more 'pillow talk' between lovemaking sessions. He was getting me really ready for a second round, so I agreed to do the story telling. Maybe a little too eagerly. John can get me to agree to almost anything when he has his tongue in my favorite place for his tongue to be.

The rest of our stay in London was spent seeing the sights, playing tourist, a little pub-hopping, and a lot of sex. We did catch an incredible performance of The Phantom of the Opera at one of London's famous musical theaters. This show has been continuously on stage in London for almost forty years! Oh, and then there was my date....

Sebastian met me at our hotel bar. We had a couple of drinks. He informed me that he had rented a room in the hotel. All told, his bisexual wife was using their flat entertaining her girlfriend, for the evening. I cautioned him that I would not be spending the night and explained the rest of my rules. He agreed and said that I was free to leave at any time, which I took to mean any time after sex. John sat at the bar, not fifteen feet from where Sebastian and I were seated. I think he could hear most of the conversation. He texted me an approval.

I wore a green cocktail dress that hugged my curves and allowed my nipples to flirt a little. By the end of our dinner in an Italian restaurant a couple of blocks away, I could feel the dampness of my pink bikini panties against my skin. The dimly lit restaurant and booth seating provided many opportunities for Sebastian's hand to roam my breasts, fondle and pinch my nipples. His other hand was under my dress until our meal arrived. It was awfully naughty, and hot at the same time! John and I shared a similar experience together earlier in the week when we dined in this same restaurant.

After dinner we went to his room, a few floors beneath our room where John was waiting. Sebastian already had a bottle of red breathing. He must have read all the details on my hotwife site. We had a glass of wine on the sofa. He told me that he had been imagining what my body looked like under my dress. I stood up and faced away from him. "Unzip me and find out." He clasped the zipper and smoothly lowered it from my upper back to just above my butt cheeks. I knew the waistband of my pink Brazilian style panties was visible. I handed him my wine and pulled my dress off both shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I turned and faced him stepping out of my dress. He looked at the full-frontal view I presented. I watched his eyes stare into mine then travel slowly to my lips, my neck, my breasts, stomach, panties proudly displaying my full red bush, and then to the top of my thighs. He returned his gaze into my eyes. "I never could have imagined this!"

"I've shown you mine, how about you show me yours?" I winked and smiled retaking my seat next to him on the sofa. Sebastian stood and removed his shirt. I reached out and started to undo his belt, "Mind if I help?"

"Not at all." He undid his pants as soon as I loosened his belt. I unzipped his fly. He pushed his pants down his legs and stood there in his gray boxers. His erection was poking through the open fly. I lightly brushed it with my hand, then inserted my thumbs into his waistband and pulled his shorts off. His boner sprang to life in front of me. I grabbed his dick with both hands and looked at it. This was the first uncircumcised penis I had ever touched. He wasn't large, maybe five inches and a little bigger around than a roll of quarters. As I held it, his glans started to appear as he got harder. At full erection he was maybe pushing close to six inches. His girth grew a little. I stroked the foreskin off his glans putting it on full display. He helped me off the sofa. We moved together in a hug and kissed. His erection resting between my legs, I am certain he could feel the dampness of my panties. We kissed and almost danced to the bed. He sat on the edge and pulled my panties off, discarding them to the floor. He pulled me onto the mattress, and I scooted up toward the head of the bed.

Sebastian laid next to me, kissing me and fondling my nipples, then dropped his hand between my legs. I felt two of his fingers enter me. I stroked his cock as he played with my pussy. Suddenly, he rolled me over to my back and spread my legs. Positioning himself between my thighs he entered me with a single thrust. It hurt a little as he entered, but after a few in and out strokes, my pussy started to self-lubricate and the pain dissipated. Sebastian pumped in and out of me for several minutes. His head laid next to my neck as he stroked in and out of my pussy. I scratched at his back and tried to squeeze his hardon with my pussy muscles. After a few minutes, I felt the first pulse of his semen coat my vaginal walls, Then another, and another, and another. Finally, I felt the last few drips of his climax settle inside my canal. He kissed me as his softening penis extracted itself. He laid next to me and loosely laid his arm about my waist. After a few minutes of staring at the dark ceiling, I heard Sebastian breathing deeply. I looked over and saw that he was asleep. I carefully moved his arm from my waist. He rolled over and faced the other way. I quietly got off the bed. Collecting my panties, shoes and dress, I quickly put my dress on in the bathroom and slipped my heels on. I looked in on Sebastian, he looked to be in a deep sleep. I slipped out of the door and took the elevator to my room.

Relaying the events of the evening to John, as he undressed me, he said he was sorry that my date didn't go well. I told him that I got fucked, not quite a wham bam-thank you ma'am episode, but very close. I told him it could have been worse. He could have left a few quid on the dresser for me. John made it up to me a couple of times that evening and again in the morning. I felt like I should have paid him!

We spent our last evening in London dining at a five-star restaurant the hotel Concierge recommended, then took an extended cab ride about the city for almost two hours, holding hands and enjoying the sites out the window, as we bantered back and forth with the driver. Back in our room, we opened the drapes and rearranged the sofa so we could make love looking out over the city lights. It was a great finish to a wonderful ten days.

Over the next several weeks, John and I got back into our normal lifestyle. I had a couple of work projects to finish, and John was always busy and had one or more pressing deadlines. We continued to create time for each other, usually in the morning and on most nights. It was late fall and the evenings were cool, but we still managed to spend some time on our patio. I think on more than one occasion we have given our neighbors a show. Better than what is on TV.

I met a woman online who lived about 30 minutes away. She was a subscriber to the same hotwife service I used. After several chats back and forth, she and I decided to get together for coffee which we turned into a weekly event. Teresa was more active than me, she was dating once every ten days or so. I was about every six to eight weeks. I had not arranged any dates since returning from London, and John and I were booked to travel to Greece for the first week in December. John and I, well mostly me, determined that I would not be dating in Greece. We left the opportunity to visit a sex club on the table.

Per our plan for Greece, I was continuing to let my bush go au natural much to John's enjoyment. My pubic hair grew quickly. I had to learn to be careful when I moved in certain ways as the elastic of my panty leg holes might pull on my pubes in a less than comfortable manner. I resorted to wearing looser fitting boy shorts. It is sexy watching my hubby's tongue disappear in my bush. The eroticism of him licking me is intensified when I cannot see his tongue doing it. The same when he enters me missionary. I can feel his beautiful cock, but I cannot see it through the hair. John strokes my bush all the time, before, after, and even when we are not having sex. When I wear bikini and Brazilian style panties that are low cut, some hair is visible out the top! Most of my thongs look like a postage stamp on a poodle.

I mentioned this to Teresa. She told me that she has waxed herself bald and only has to touchup maybe weekly. She didn't know if men preferred hair or not but given how many porn stars and others go with a shaved pussy, she thinks I am definitely in the minority. I asked the question on one of the chat forums on my hotwife site, and of the responses I received, most are shaved, some are trimmed, leaving very few of us packing full bush. John continues to tell me I am a one-of-a-kind piece of ass, so maybe this is true.

Our trip to Greece was beyond expectations. We spent 4 nights in Athens then took a cruise ship to several islands including Mykanos and Santorini. I bought a bunch of dresses that looked like togas, or something Greek women would wear back in the day. We had a lot of fun touring, eating good food, drinking mediocre wine and fucking a lot. I climax quickly watching John's seven inches stroke in and out of my overly hairy pussy. I did tell him that as erotic as it looked and felt, I couldn't wait to get home and start trimming the garden and shaving my labia and perinium. I think John felt the same way as he assisted me the night after we got back home, then spent the rest of the evening making sure I was smooth. I timed my triangle a little shorter than usual, but maintained the clitoris drapes, which I kept at their current elongated length. John is happy!

Speaking of pubic hair, I had a shock the other morning. John and I went at it pretty hard, starting on the patio and finishing in bed the evening before. My labia lips were a bit swollen, and my pussy was tender. I decided to soak in a nice hot bath. It felt great. As I was drying, I looked in the mirror to check on my lower lips. I have one of those make up mirrors that tilts on a stand. One face normal, the other is magnified. I use it for trimming bush more than makeup. Looking at the magnifier, my lips are hanging and are still a bit puffy, but what caught my attention was seeing two or three gray hairs sprinkled in my rust red bush! This can't be! I am not that old. I looked at the hair on my head and saw no gray. OK, alright, I have plucked a few gray hairs from time to time, so my head is still vibrant red, but gray pussy hair! This is not happening!

I donned my usual blouse and skirt, although I didn't bother with panties. I went about my day trying not to think about my graying pussy. John got home from work, and I almost attacked him. I drug him into the bedroom and threw myself on the bed and pulled my skirt up. "Look at this!" I exclaimed. "I have gray hairs on my pussy." John chuckled. "It isn't funny!"

He reached down and raked his fingers through my bush. "I don't see any." His thumb rubbed my clit.

I pushed his hand away and said, maybe later he should take a closer look. "Bring a flashlight to bed tonight!"

"Why don't you just pluck the gray ones?"

"Oh yeah, then when I have bald spots, what then?"

He hugged me and told me that he would still love me. I told hm that this cannot be happening. He said sure it can. "Babe, your what, 45 years old? A few gray hairs are not a problem. What is that actresses' name that has the wonderful gray hair. You don't think that her pussy isn't gray as well?"

"She probably shaves. And why are you thinking about her? Now you want to fuck her too?"

"No, I only want to fuck you. But mostly I would rather make love to you." John started to undo his pants.

"Save it for later, buster. After dinner. Remember the flashlight." I got up off the bed and went into the kitchen. My wonderful husband did bring a flashlight to bed that night. He also left the house after dinner and, upon his return, snuck a bouquet of flowers into the bedroom, placing them on my nightstand. The card simply read, "Gray or not, I still love you." He removed my clothes and turned the flashlight on. He carefully searched every bit of my pubic hairs. He started to lick my hair. "What are you doing? Your tongue is very gifted when it comes to pleasuring me, but I don't think it can tell red from gray."

"Found one!" He exclaimed. He separated it from the red hairs that surrounded it and held it between his thumb and forefinger. I reached down and plucked it. He immediately licked the area to soothe the sharp pain. I love this man. How the hell can he find gray hair in a sea of red with his tongue?

I pulled his head up and reached down to kiss him deeply. Separating I asked, "Ok smart ass, how did you do that with your tongue?"

"You should know by now that my tongue is magical, Rachel." To prove his point, he scraped his tongue through my labia. He did this for the next twenty minutes or so, or however long it took me to climax twice. He then entered me with his beautiful cock and gave me a thorough fucking. He was like a man possessed as he stroked in and out of me. I felt him start to swell. He pulled out and started to stroke his cock as it ejaculated semen all over my bush. He came a lot. Then looked at me as he started to rub his cream into my hair. I knew I was going to be a crusty mess later, but right now I was in ecstasy as he made certain that his semen was all over my pubic hairs. He looked at me and smiled. "Maybe you just need for me to fertilize your pubes, Babe. What do you think, maybe weekly applications of sperm to your bush?"

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down next to me. We kissed. "You are crazy, Babe." I told him between kisses. He said he was crazy in love with me and if gray hairs on my beautiful carpet were going to stress me, then he was going to do all he could to relieve me of the stress. He asked if I wanted a second application of his pussy hair fertilizer. "Maybe later, Babe. Right now, I just want to cuddle with the man I love." We woke up the next morning in basically the same position we had fallen asleep in. Ever since, John has performed gray hair inspections every other day or so. He has also applied his 'patent-pending pussy hair fertilizer' at least weekly. Have I told you how much I love this man?

Which brings me to last week. After dinner, I was seated next to John on the sofa. He was watching a news program, and I was on my site with my tablet. We discussed changing my status to available for dating, and John told me as he always told me that when and where I dated was completely up to me. I changed my status earlier in the week. I had a few requests that needed my attention. As I normally did, I was absentmindedly massaging one of my nipples as I looked through my 'suitors'. John took notice and offered to help, massage a nipple not select a suitor. He did see that I was on my site. "Any sound interesting to you, Honey?" He asked now cupping my left breast and rubbing the nipple with his thumb, making it difficult to concentrate let alone respond to his question.

"Besides you?" I muttered pulling his hand off my boob. I set his hand in my lap only to realize a few minutes later what a mistake that turned out to be. I read a couple of requests. John listened intently. After five or six candidates described themselves, I felt the hem of my dress creep upward and soon John's hand was stroking my pubes through my panties. We made love on the sofa for an hour or so, and then we retrieved my tablet from the floor where I'd dropped it and continued to look through my requests. I think John prefers to review my suitors while both of us are naked and I have my pussy full of his seed. Still, we decided on two or three candidates, and I invited each to our private screening site for more in depth screening. "What do you think, John? Should I take a picture of my pussy leaking your sperm and tell them that this is what a real man does to me. If they cannot deliver the quality or quantity of goods, then they need to look elsewhere." He replied by eating my pussy.

A couple of days later I told John that I had arranged a date. He was to pick me up at the Downtown Renaissance Suites Hotel on Friday evening at 6:30PM. We would meet in the bar. John reserved us a suite. We left our house a little after noon, giving us plenty of time for the sixty-mile drive to the city, meaning plenty of time for playtime before my date. I wore a simple blouse and frilly pleated skirt. I flashed my cherry red thong to John as he drove. He knew these would adorn his pillow while I was on my date.

We checked into our suite. I hung up my clothes including the dress I was wearing tonight. Placing all my toiletries, hair drier, and bubble bath in the bathroom. John grabbed me and started kissing me. We were in the living room and the drapes were wide open. This hotel was open on all floors to the lobby below. I wasn't sure if we were giving anyone a show, but I didn't care either. John squeezed my boobs as I sucked his tongue. He then unbuttoned my blouse. Pulling his lips from mine, he started sucking on my nipples, first the left and then the right, repeat. I started to stroke his cock through his jeans. He was already hard, hard enough to make his wife very happy.

He lifted my skirt and dropped his hand inside the front of my thong. I spread my legs enabling him access to my already dripping pussy. I pulled my blouse off and dropped it to the floor. Then I heard John unzip his jeans. It was a matter of seconds before I felt his dick knock on the door to my pussy, then he was inside. Inside me deep with all his cock. I leaned against the wall next to the windows making the front wall of the room, while he started to pound his cock and out of my pussy. His hands massaged my tits and pulled my nipples as he continued pumping in and out of me. He told me, not quietly, that he was ready to cum. I told him not inside. Reaching back, I pulled his cock out and spun around to face him. Dropping to my knees I stroked his hard shaft, as he started to spew his semen all over my tits and nipples. Six or seven hard ejaculations splashed my mounds and then I rubbed his glans around my stiff nipples as he finished his climax. God, what a lovely mess he made. I reached down and pulled off my thong. Using it as a washcloth, I rubbed it all over my chest and nipples trying to soak up all he delivered. I stood up and kissed him, then walked into the bedroom and placed my wet soggy thong on his pillow. Reaching into my suitcase, I grabbed a few items and then went into the bathroom.

I started with a nice hot bubble bath. Lilac and rose wafted in the air as the tub filled. I stepped into the tub and sat down. I was up to my neck in bubbles. I fingered myself a little as I thought about the evening before me. John's quickie got me hot and bothered, but no climax. I wasn't supposed to climax. It was his turn. I would get to climax later tonight, several times. "Well, ok maybe a quick one in the tub," I thought inserting a second finger.

I called for John to come in the bathroom. He arrived and looked at the sight of me in the tub. He knew that I had just racked myself to a mini orgasm. "Enjoy your bubbles?"

"Yes, but now it is time to get ready." I stood and pulled the drain on the tub. "Please hand me my shaving cream and razor." He handed them to me. I spread the shaving cream all over my pussy and labia. I carefully shaved each side of my hair triangle, then both edges of my Labia. I handed the razor to John. Turning around I bent over and asked him to shave my perinium and around my anus. I don't ever have too much hair in these locations, but I want what might be there removed. John dutifully did as I asked, twice. I guess he wants me smooth too. He also massaged my anus with his thumb. I think he might want to take my ass tonight after my date. Since I prepped for it earlier today, I might have to think about letting him do just that!