I really appreciate your rooting for me. I think she knows that she's in control, at least of him and their situation. I also think she's enjoying the slow build up and her teasing him. She may be waiting to see how hard he'll push her, but I have no doubt that she'd push back if she thought that's what she wanted. If she feels too much pressure or if she thinks it may be getting out of control, she'll bail out decisively.
Missed opportunity?
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His Plan?
Things don’t necessarily move quickly here and I’ve been waiting to see if Ron really has a plan and if my wife knows anything about it. I’ve kept him in the conversation between as much as I could and sometimes I see a spark of interest and sometimes there’s nothing. Just recently she asked me if Ron’s ...... was still staying with him. I thought that was kind of a strange question since we only met him once and never discussed him. Ron’s ...... had been visiting over the holidays and had talked about going home but his truck has been at Ron’s for a while, so he apparently extended his visit. I told her I didn’t know if he was still there but I hadn’t seen his truck around, so I thought Ron must be alone again. I asked her why she asked that. She didn’t comment.
A couple of days later Ron called me and asked if my wife could do him a favor. I told him I didn’t know so I handed her my phone. I heard her say sure and no problem a couple of times and she broke the connection. I asked what it was about and she said he just asked if she could pick up a few items for him the next time she went shopping a drop them off for him, since his joints were feeling a little too stiff for him to drive or walk too much. I said I guessed his ...... must have left or he wouldn’t need her help. She said I was probably right.
We live about thirty miles from town so my wife shops only once a week except for dire emergencies that don’t often occur. There is absolutely no delivery service out to us for any price. I asked her if she was going to do it to which she replied ‘of course.’ I asked her if she wanted me to go with her the next time she went and she said that wasn’t necessary. I asked her if she was comfortable being alone with him in his house since it was obvious that he had a ‘thing’ for her. She just sighed and told me it was all in my imagination and besides, she had it all under control and I should get myself under control as well.
I was going to ask her if she thought it was MY imagination when she told me he propositioned her, but that would have been an argument in the making, so I let it lie.
A couple of days later she went and did her usual weekly shopping and did Ron’s favor as well. Before she left she said she’d probably be a little later than usual since she was doing his errands and she wanted to go to an extra store or two. I told her fine and I would have lunch without her if she was late. She said Ok and she’d get fast food in town if she was hungry.
It was getting late in the afternoon and I was starting to worry about her. I called Ron to see if she was or had been there. He picked up the phone but hesitated before he answered. I asked if my wife had been or was still there and suddenly he seemed relieved. I wondered why he sounded strange and then it occurred to me: He might have been thinking I was angry about his comments and actions towards her. He told me she had just left and he really appreciated what she had done for him. Just then I heard our garage door opening and told him she was home and good-bye.
I helped her carry and store the groceries and while we were doing that she was kind of quiet. She usually tells me all about what she bought and didn’t buy; her sales and coupon savings and other stuff.
So I finally I asked how it went with shopping and helping Ron. She said it went fine and it was almost no extra effort at all to shop for him. She told me she helped him put his stuff it away and some had to be stored at the very top of his cabinets. Since he couldn’t climb a step ladder with his arthritis, she used his step stool to put stuff away. She laughed and said she was just finished when she lost her balance and fell off of the stool. She was lucky he caught her in his arms. She thought for a moment that they were both going to fall. She said they stood laughing at the whole thing. She said she felt like such a klutz.
I asked her if there was anything else, like was she Ok and was he Ok. She said they were both fine and she felt a little embarrassed about how she wound up in his arms. I laughed and asked her how that felt. She just gave me a little grin. I thought she might have been blushing a little. She mentioned that he was quite stiff and how his arthritis must be acting up. I wondered how he managed to catch her and remain standing if he was in pain.
She said he asked her if he might impose again on her the next time she went into town. She said yes, it was no imposition. She was going to do it again for him next week if he’s not better. She mentioned how appreciative he was, “He even gave me a kiss…on the cheek before I left.’
I noticed that her sweater was pulled out of her skirt when it had been tucked in when she left. She said it must have happened when he caught her. I asked her if she was sure she was alright and she assured me that she was. Since we were finished she said she was going to change out of her street clothes and into her sweats that she always wore around the house.
I followed her into her bedroom and was looking for something in my closest when I turned around just as she pulled her sweater off. I immediately saw her bra hanging unclasped across her back. She quickly stripped it off and dropped it into her laundry basket. I think she might have failed to mention he caught her by her tits or how her bra became unclasped. She turned to me standing there, her naked breasts rising and as she seemed to be breathing a little heavy and her nipples were erect as if she was cold or aroused. It was warm in the house. She asked me if I wanted something. I couldn’t very well tell her I was waiting to see what panties, if any, she had on. I reluctantly left her alone.
I asked her again when she came back into the family room if everything was alright with Rod, giving her a chance to talk or at least think about what went on at his house. She had pulled on a heavy sweatshirt so I couldn’t tell if her nipples had receded. She said it was fine and why did I keep asking about her? She said she felt bad for him in that big house and how lonely he must be. I asked her if he mentioned if was dating or seeing anyone and she looked a little strange and said he might be. Her strange looked might have been my imagination. She went about her business without any further discussion.
I was trying to keep her thinking about him with just casual-non-threatening conversation. I was still trying to see if she was at all aroused, but sweatshirt was just too heavy to see if her nipples were still pokey, no matter how hard I looked.
I am thinking now that the only joint he had that was stiff had nothing to do with arthritis. I’ve got to find out what happened or will happen the next time she’s in his house but I can’t keep asking her. I didn’t mention the bra because I want her to continue ‘visiting’ him without her knowing I am suspicious.
I also noticed that she put some make-up on before she left. Now she doesn’t usually wear make-up unless we’re going somewhere special mostly because she doesn’t need it. She’s gorgeous without it. When she got home, she had no lipstick on. It was totally gone
I suspect this might be the ‘plan’ that he mentioned to Dan that day at breakfast; his plan to get my wife alone with him. I don’t think she knew about any plan before hand but she must have suspected what he was trying either before or after this visit. If she suspected he had ulterior motives before, (and it did seem obvious in retrospect) she probably went there with some kind of expectations or plan of her own. The fact that she was looking to do it again might mean that she had some fun there and that was encouraging to me or least it was worth another try.
I know this sounds manipulative, and it might be, but she’s free to do or stop whatever she wants, whenever she wants with no pressure from me. I am only giving her the opportunity and leeway to pursue whatever she wants without piling any guilt on her.
Our sex was great that night.
When did this happen?
Seems they were both acting odd.
Interesting. I'm surprised she mentioned this at all. Judging your reaction, maybe?
Don't freak her out with too many questions
Finding her panties, even touching them while on her, should have been number one priority, LOL!
Too many, "are you allright" being asked. If she thinks you suspect she'll cool things down.
Good idea.
She got ready for him for sure.
May have been a plan for both of them. I'm sure both had expectations. Without a panty check, you won't know for sure. Did she feel loose to you that night?
@vette19690 I hope she's being honest with you or that you're cool if she isn't. Vixen and hotwife stuff is hot. Cheating and lying, to me at least, is not. But to each their own. If you like it, I love it 😆
So far she has no idea what is happening with me so yeah, she's cheating, but I don't know if she's actually lied to me since I haven't asked her anything directly and she hasn't told me (as far as I know) anything that's not true.
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a little less than a week after I had breakfast with Dan and Ron maybe 3-4 weeks after he first hit on her?
The both were definitely (to me) acting odd. I believe he was hesitant when he picked up the phone because he thought I might be calling to confront him about propositioning my wife.
She was hesitant ,I think, because she was thinking about what might have happened with him at his house and she was either deciding whether she should feel guilty or if she wanted more. She wasn't hesitant, more deep in thought from what I could tell.
definitely judging my reaction to him having his hands on her which I thought was pretty hot. And then seeking my agreement or consent for her to do it again and maybe give him another chance to get his hands on her again. She definitely didn't seem at all upset that she was 'in his arms' or my reaction to it..
Agreed! Yeah this was just me getting to anxious to find out what happened. I've got to control my own enthusiasm.
Would LOVE to do this! trying to do it while she's still wearing them would be tough. I could check her laundry and see if there are more panties in there than usual, meaning she's changing when she gets home from him? Got to think on this
Again AGREED! I'm too anxious. if fact she told me to stop asking. This would be the WRONG time to freak her out with dumb actions like this
FINALLY a good decision on my part, but seeing that bra just hanging open brought ALL KINDS of hot visions to my imagination. It was difficult for me to control myself
Oh YEAH! she didn't overdo her make--up but but it was subtlety obvious. She only puts make-up on for special occasions like going out and looking hot (which she does)/The missing lipstick when she returned was the clincher
I don't know if she was in on it or not or if she had her own plan?. Not enough clues to figure that out. I think you're right though, they both had expectations as soon as they knew they were going to have some private time .
She didn't fell loose at all, but she was definitely 'in heat' and ready. Maybe they fooled around, she didn't get off and she left a little frustrated and wanting more?
Thanks for all the feedback. you're keeping me focused and grounded, especially when you make the point I may be doing something dumb that could screw this up. Please stay in touch
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Another meeting?
I was obviously and delightfully suspicious since her last excursion for him but I told her that what she was doing was especially nice since he was alone (reinforcing in her mind that he might be lonely…and looking for some hot company).
She just smiled and said she loved doing it for him, especially since he was alone. She said that she asked the neighbors (Dan’s wife and other wives) about whether Ron was seeing anyone but they all said not as far as they knew, but they knew he had a reputation with women. She said no one would elaborate.
I asked her if she was shopping for him again and she said she didn’t know. She said Ron didn’t call so she thought he might be feeling better. I suggested that she call him and see if he wanted her help again. She went into my office to get my phone since she doesn’t have him in her contacts list. The cell service is better in there and I heard her call him. I heard her ask if she could help him again and after he apparently responded I heard her giggle and say ‘no’ and then ‘yes’ and then an emphatic ‘no’ followed by another low laugh. I thought I heard her say something like ‘behave’ or ‘be good or I won’t do it,’ followed by another low laugh and something I couldn’t hear. Then she broke the connection. She came back into the kitchen and said that even though he felt a little better he would appreciate it if should could do it for him again and she agreed.
She added that she wanted me to give her his contact information from my phone to hers in case she needed to call or text him while she was shopping. I did it gladly.
I’d been thinking about how to find out what might happen at his house the next time she’s there with him. I told her I was going for a walk in the woods for a while, something I frequently do. She told me to be careful and take a gun. She tossed me a snack pack ‘in case I was going to be out a while’.
We’ve got bear; mountain lion; wolves and other various wildlife around here. I wasn’t worried about that, carrying a hand gun, but I did grab my high end 15x to 60x spotting telescope I use for observing wildlife.
All of our houses all back up to or face pretty dense woods; Ron’s house being down the road about a half a mile with no other neighbors on my side of the road. Usually we have about one to two feet of snow on the ground this time of year. This year the ground was pretty much bare pine needles. I easily walked the distance through the woods and crossed our country road that sees about 10 cars a day. I walked behind his house up on a hill that gave me a good view of his place.
His house is a wide open floor plan with almost no walls except for the bathrooms and the bedroom with a huge sliding glass door that opens onto a deck from his family room/kitchen. I could see in almost every window that faces the woods. We’re very rural and almost no one bothers to close blinds or draw drapes. We all have the attitude that if someone wants to peep and take the risk of getting shot, then good luck and enjoy to them.
I searched around until I found a couple of places that gave me excellent views of his entire kitchen and family room and another that gave me a great view of his bedroom. They were several places I could easily find again and my back would be to the afternoon sun, giving me plenty of light into the house and would keep him (them?) from seeing me too easily. I’ve got good camo so I should be ok
Is it obvious that I’m getting a little desperate to get a little further under the covers? (so to speak…no pun intended)?? There are so many clues but not much else: his comments to Dan; her unhooked bra when she came back from Ron’s the first time; her using of makeup which she seldom did; her secretive demonstrations like showing him her legs (and more). Or did I miss something altogether and are they fucking already?
She already seems to talk more freely about him and not as much about our other neighbors. She brings him up more on her own and talks about how he must be lonely. I laughed and asked her what she thought he might be doing about sex. She looked at me and told me to stop being a jerk.
A few days after her shopping excursion and my finding my observation points, she suddenly said she needed to go back to town for an item that she had purchased that was expired according to its label. She said she had purchased the same item for Ron. She was worried that he might not read the label and get sick.
She called him on her own phone now that she had his contact information (and by default he now had hers) and explained what had happened. I heard him say he’d just throw it away, but she said she was going to stop by his place, pick up the item and return them both. She also told him she’d need his receipt.
I guess all was in order because she said she was on her way. She didn’t even bother to change into her street clothes; she went into our bathroom and came out a few minutes later. I first thought she just had to use the toilet, but I looked closer and she had makeup on again!
She said she’d be back as soon as possible, grabbed some package from the refrigerator and headed for the garage. I told her I might be out in the woods again if I wasn’t home when she got back. She just waved her hand at me and closed the door behind her.
This seemed like a perfect opportunity for me to try out my spying. It was perfect bright sunny afternoon and I was still walking toward Ron’s when I saw her car just arriving at his place. I saw one of his garage doors open and her drive right in! Why was she parking IN his garage? I don’t know why it took her so long to get to his place except the road kind of winds a little bit down into a small valley and back up to his place.
It took me several minutes to get to my first spot and set up so I could see into his family room. By the time I got the scope set up and focused, I saw her straddling his lap on his couch. I couldn’t see the finest details, but it was obvious they were kissing and had their tongues down each other’s throats.
They continued kissing until he broke the kiss and started to kiss her behind her ear and down to her neck and throat. At the same time he slipped his hands under the back of her sweatshirt, pushing it up on her back. He played around with her bra clasp, but apparently couldn’t get it unhooked. He raised his head enough to move his hands around between them and managed to get the front her sweatshirt up around her neck. He went back to kissing her neck and throat exposed by the pushed up sweatshirt. Before he could kiss and lick his way lower to her half naked cleavage and tits, I recognized one of her new silky soft bras that shaped her breasts so naturally. I could almost imagine her bare breasts through the material; almost even the shape of her hard nipple through the sheer material.
He kissed his way down over the exposed parts of her tits above the cups and down into her cleavage. He kissed and licked her bare skin while she clasped his head to her chest and just let her head loll back and let him have his way.
He was still kissing and licking whatever parts of her tits that weren’t covered by the bra when she raised her head and said something to him. He moved his hands back to her bra clasp and tried to manipulate it again. He was still apparently struggling when I saw her laugh and say something. She reached behind her pack, pushed his hands out of her way and quickly and easily unclasped the hooks.
From his clumsy actions with the bra clasp, I thought this must have been the first time he had tried to free her breasts. That last time must have she must have unhooked it for him to let him have access, but why she didn’t hook back up that first time, came home knowing it was hanging, is something I haven’t figured out.
She lowered her arms and the shoulder straps slipped down he arms. The only things holding the bra in place were her breasts and the pressure of her body against his. She pushed him away just enough to let the silky undergarment slip down between them, letting those soft sweet mounds bounce free.
Ron just sat and stared at them for a long moment while my wife quickly and deftly pulled her sweatshirt off and dropped it on the couch beside them. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it and his undershirt off of him and dropped next to her clothes. He looked up into her eyes that were staring down at him from her perch on his lap as if asking permission to continue worshipping her tits. He didn’t say anything that I could see nor did she. The communication between them was obvious. She rubbed her naked tits against his bare chest before he went back to kissing and licking and sucking on her breasts; those soft sweet tits that I had so often enjoyed,
She was grinding on his lap while he was pushing his hips higher to try to get more contact through their clothing as he continued to kiss lick and suck her tits. From what I could see, she was enjoying it at least as much as he was. He tried to slide his hands down the back of her pants, but she pushed him away.
Then suddenly he grabbed her by her ass and pulled her tight as he jammed his crotch against hers. I knew he was cumming in his pants! She leaned her face to his and kissed him, almost fiercely. I wondered as I watched if she was cuumming too!
She finally rolled off of him and lay back on the couch next to him. He said something and kissed her. I couldn’t see a response from her. Afer another moment she got up and dressed while he just remained, almost limp.
I got up and walked home wondering why she didn’t let him into her pants. She certainly was ready; or was she? What were they; or more likely she doing? She seemed like she was ready; even anxious to have sex with him, but why the fooling around. Something was holding her back. She was resisting for some reason. I still couldn’t understand it, unless she was feeling guilty. I walked home lost in thought, still packing a massive hardon in my pants.
This is actually a side of her I’d never seen or suspected. She seems strong; in control and actually enjoying what she’s doing. I’d seen her in suspected affairs before, but she always seemed like she kind of quiet and tentative in them which is what I would have expected since she would have been worried I’d find out about it (them).
I was home for about an hour when she walked in, the front of her shirt and pants were soaked. She dropped her package on the kitchen table and swore quietly. I asked her what happened. Se said she was opening a bottle of soda that she often keeps and the darned thing exploded for no reason. Now she was going to change and clean up the mess in her car. I volunteered to clean up the car and she just looked grateful even as se stripped her shirt off on the way to our bathroom.
I took some paper towels out to her car with some cleaning fluid and cleaned up the rather considerable mess. By the time I got back in the house, she was in a robe and drying her hair with a towel. She said the soda had soaked her to the skin so she took a shower. As she was putting stuff away, I went into her closet and rummaged through her laundry .Her clothes including her bra and panties were soaked with the soda, so there was no clue to be found. I fully suspect the soda incident was a way to mask her wet cummy panties, but how did she know I would check? She knows something more about what’s going on that I care to admit
Keddi
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I have never rooted for someone to fuck someone else wife as much as I am after reading this post. I envy the feelings you are experiencing and how this could play out. Eagerly watching this thread!
i never expected to want someone else fuck my wife! and now I can't wait to see it! I always thought she left that behind years ago!
Hey,brother. It's your wife and your life, but I hate how she downplays it to you when you're clearly interested.
It's like she'd rather cheat than cuck you and that's selfish to me. Maybe I'm missing something , but the important thing is your good with it, so have fun.
Couldn't be me. I gotta know and be involved.
I got to know and be involved too. I don't know why she seems to be holding out on me (and HIM!) At this point I wonder if she's just fucking with my head or is actually teasing me. She's apparently ready for something but when and what? I'm amazed at my patience!
You and others have given me great insights into this albeit from different perspectives...Thanks!
You and others have given me great insights into this albeit from different perspectives...Thanks!
Well, congratulations! Depending on what kind of pants he was wearing, especially if it has a fly, it is possible that cum got on her through the pants. Spilling soda all of yourself, in a car no less, was either an accident or a desperate ploy to hid the evidence. Have to wonder what took her an hour to get home. Did she go back for seconds?
From what you saw, I'm going to guess that she isn't ready to go all the way yet with him. He is persistent it seems, so eventually he'll get in her pants. I don't think she knows you'll check, unless your last time (with the hovering and questions) scared her a bit.
From what you saw, I'm going to guess that she isn't ready to go all the way yet with him. He is persistent it seems, so eventually he'll get in her pants. I don't think she knows you'll check, unless your last time (with the hovering and questions) scared her a bit.
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