Well, since the hot tub incident, things have gotten more interesting.
I have been hoping to see a little more provocative attire on my wife. I constantly tell her she does not need to wear a bra, but she always does. I guess old habits are hard to break.
I am sure the main reason she wears one is to try and conceal her nipples, which when she is cold or aroused always stick out a full inch or more. They become visible even through her bra, which always causes Debbie to turn bright red when she realizes this.
She has a firm apple ass, and long firm legs and muscular calves, all from working out. She keeps her kind of dishwater blond hair on the short side most of the time. She likes it that way because of her workouts.
Bottom line, she is a walking 31 year old doll with a dynamite body. My biggest issue is she dresses like a Puritan. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but with her body I just think it would be nice if from time to time she "let her hair down," so to speak, and would allow herself to go a little wild.
Even with the way she dresses, I have seen guy's heads turn when she walks by. I can only imagine if she would wear something a little bit on the sexy side.
She has kept me sexually satisfied in the 8 years we have been married. Eventually, I began to think about ways to make things more interesting for her and I.
In the last few years I had hinted at different things to liven up our sex lives. I casually mentioned anal sex; dead end there. I had regularly mentioned blowjobs all the way to swallowing; semi-dead end there. She said she would blow me but put thumbs down on swallowing! "Maybe a ménage-a-trios?" Beet red dead end!
An unexpected event that took place at a motel in Oregon recently has changed all of that, and opened wild new thoughts and ideas for me, and her (even though she has not admitted it.) She has recently been swallowing cum. She says she does this so she won't have to sleep on a wet spot. I was also able to fuck her in her asshole. She said she decided to try it and found she liked it.
I never expected to be so turned on, watching my wife with another man, or with several other men. Now I find myself craving more experiences like that one.
My ultimate goal remains to get Debbie to dress a little sexier and flaunt her beauty and hotness a little more. Not that I expect her to turn into a ravenous slut, but maybe from time to time a little sluttiness is hot.
Anyway with what has recently happened to Debbie, I have been deep in thought at ways to see things like this again. Sitting in our living room, I suddenly had an idea.
When our home was built, for some strange reason they installed metal stairs to our basement. (Maybe they had a sale on metal stairways?)
This has been a source of mild irritation to me since we moved in. I could have glued carpet strips down, but have never gotten around to doing that. Unless you are wearing slippers or socks only, when you go up or down the stairs in regular footwear, you can hear the clanging of the shoes on the stair treads throughout the house.
While Debbie was out shopping one day I experimented and was finally able to record the clanging sound of shoes on the stairs. As I played my recording back, I was able to refine it so it sounded exactly like someone was going down or coming up the stairs.
Let me explain. Aside from my regular office I have a home office in our basement. That, Debbie's workout room, a laundry room and some storage is all that is down there.
I also found there are a few locations where I can see clearly, our kitchen area and living room, by peeking around corners and such.
I called my associate Ted and asked him if he was interested in having another shot at my wife? I thought he would break my ear drums by practically screaming "YES!" over the phone. I told him my idea and what I hoped might work.
Very simply, he was to bring over some paperwork that I would need to copy or do some work on in my basement home office. He would wait and be entertained (we would see how entertained,) by my wife, while I went downstairs. What he did while I was down there was up to him, (well and her, I guess).
But when they heard the clanging on the steps he would know I was coming back upstairs. I told Ted that generally on Saturdays, Debbie tended to stay in her silk shorty robe most of the day. I suggested he bring that paperwork over this coming Saturday, around 9:30 or 10:00am.
Like clockwork the doorbell rang at 9:40 Saturday. Debbie was stretched out on the sofa in her light blue silk robe. Her robe tied at the waist and came to about mid thigh.
I had hoped she would be bra-less but she had put one on that morning. I stepped to the door. "Oh hell, I forgot you mentioned you would bring those by," I said as I invited a smiling ear to ear, Ted in.
He was dressed in sweat pants and a polo shirt. I glanced down as he stepped inside and I could clearly see the outline of his horse cock hanging down semi-rigid through his sweat pants.
"You remember Ted?" I announced as we stepped into the living room. Debbie sat immediately bolt upright, turning beet red as she grabbed a pillow to try and cover her legs. Ted moved over toward her holding his hand out.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, oh sure," she stammered as she reached out to accept Ted's hand to shake.
"Just let me make some copies of these," I said as I pivoted toward the hallway.
"You can chat with Debbie, this should not take too long." I headed to the stairs.
"I should change" Debbie suddenly blurted out as I was walking out of the living room.
"Oh you're fine Debbie, have Ted tell you how I beat him at tennis," I said, with a chuckle, as I exited.
Debbie was blushing like crazy as she sat there clutching the pillow to her lap. I moved to my vantage point and clicked on my recording. "Clang, Clang, Clang," came the recording of me going down the stairs.
"What the hell is that clanging?" Ted asked.
"Ah, that's Gary going down the stairs to the basement." She replied.
Ted had not taken a seat after shaking Debbie's hand. My vantage point allowed me a view from a little behind Debbie with a clear view of Ted.
I was probably 7 feet or so away from them and fully prepared to duck back should Debbie begin to turn around.
As the clanging continued sounding my descent to the basement, Ted grabbed the waist band of his sweat pants, and with one hand pulled it down. With his other hand, he reached into his sweatpants and clenched his cock around the shaft. He jerked it out, wobbling back and forth, for Debbie to see.
He was standing a couple of feet in front of her with his black cock wagging back and forth.
"NO, wha-what are you doing?" Debbie blurted as she jerked back on the sofa clearly perplexed at Ted for pulling his huge black cock out in front of her.
"You n-n-need to put that back in your p-p-pants," she stuttered nervously.
"I just thought you might want to see the big fella again," Ted casually said as he stepped a little closer to my wife.
"Are you crazy, Gary could come upstairs at any time!" she said through gritted teeth.
"Haha, from the clanging noise, I don't expect him to sneak up on us," Ted said with a chuckle. He moved his black cock a little closer to my wife's face.
"Ted, please put it away!" she begged, staring wide eyed at it all the time.
Debbie was gripping the pillow tightly, as she embedded herself back into the sofa, pulling her head back as far as she could get it.
Ted, now straddling her legs moved in close and gripping his fat horse cock around the shaft, began wagging it back and forth as he drew closer to her mouth.
"Slap, slap, slap," came the sound of Ted's black cock as he was now using it to slap my wife's cheeks.
"Ted, no, Ted, Ted, no, no," Debbie pleaded as Ted was now rubbing his cock on her lips then slapping it against her face.
His cock began spewing his pre-cum and soon had her face moist from it as the pre-cum drooled out.
He reached down and clutching her hair thrust forward pressing the head of his pre-cum dripping cock against my wife's pursed lips. Soon, Debbie's lips parted, just a little. Ted thrust forward, sinking the bulbous head of his cock in her mouth.
"No, no, no, murfmmparghhh!" my wife trying to speak blurted.
He began pumping his hips forward sinking more of his black cock in her mouth each time. "murpflggg, murflgg," Debbie gagged, as she was still trying to speak.
I clicked on the recorder "Clang, clang, clang, clang" there were 20 clangs to the top or bottom of the steps.
Ted thrust his cock deeper in my now struggling, and gasping wife's mouth. He then quickly withdrew it. He crammed it back into his sweat pants and retreated to sit in the chair just across from the sofa.
Moments later I entered the living room with the papers. "I hope Debbie is keeping you entertained, I just have a few questions about this paperwork," I said
I moved over to sit next to Debbie and laid the paperwork on the coffee table between us.
"Oh we're catching up" Ted said with a chuckle.
I looked at Debbie's moist face. It was wet from Ted's pre-cum being rubbed all over her cheeks. She was trying to look relaxed but was still beet red and clutching the pillow to her lap.
"Are ok sweetie?" I asked.
"Well, ahh ya, sure, I am fine," she stuttered faintly.
"You look flushed, are you perspiring?" I asked as I reached and ran my fingers across her pre-cum moistened cheek.
"No, really," she blurted. "Ted and I were ahh, just, ahh, catching up, ahh, he is a f-f-funny guy you know," she added with a clearly strained chuckle.
"Oh don't I know it especially when we play tennis," I laughed as I looked over at Ted.
He was sitting with his legs apart and you could clearly make out his now much harder and engorged black cock outlined in his sweatpants.
"Anyway, I was curious about section "C" here, is that supposed to augment the next section?" I queried Ted.
"Well it can, or it can be separate," Ted calmly replied.
"That helps," I said jumping up.
"You two can get back to your chit chat," I said as I started toward the hallway.
