New date and updates

So we played with Rubio one more time after the drunken pass out episode, and that time, as far as we know, he was sober. He was still, however, his usual hyper self and we were, as usual, wore out from the stress of being around him by the time we left. So we are at least taking a temporary break from him, and may decide after we’ve had some time to think about it that we don’t want to play with him anymore. She’s had four dates with him, which matches the number of Dates that she had with “Randy”. It’s been kind of hard making this decision about him, because there are a LOT of positives to go with his many negatives.

Dew had a new date with a guy we’re calling “Kirk”.  It went really well. A nice, relaxing change from the Rubio dates. Kirk had never done anything like this, so he was a little nervous, but he handled it and showed Dew a good time.

Because he was nervous, I tried to stay quiet, and out of his eye line. I told Dew that on dates like that, if the guy is uncomfortable or nervous it makes me nervous. The first and foremost important thing is that Dew gets to have fun and if something I’m doing makes the guy lose his wood, I’m going to feel like shit. So I tip toe, and try to not move around too much. If I move I wait until she’s got him distracted somehow.

Still, he wasn’t that nervous and he sure got into the spirit of things, giving her a reasonable amount of good solid fucking. He didn’t seem regretful when they were done, which is a good sign. When we got home there was an e-mail from his saying that he had a great time. If he’s up for it, we’d be open to playing with him again.

We’re working on another post, one about Bret and Dew’s affair. It’s pretty much finished, I’m just taking time to get Dew’s input, trying to keep it fair and accurate.

Rubio's Jekyll Juice

After the second time with Rubio went so well, we decided we'd try something a little different. He had talked about going out with us a few times so we made plans that we would pick him up early in the evening, and take him out to a bar with dancing. We'd hang out for a few hours then head back to his place to fuck like bunnies. He was drinking white wine, I was doing shots of Jack and Dew's not much of a drinker so she was sticking to diet soda.

Rubio drank a lot of wine. A lot of those personality traits that put us off the first time we met him came back as he started to get deeper into his cups. He wants everyone to feel comfortable and at ease, but his attempts to make you feel that way are so intense and constant that you can't help but feel uncomfortable and uneasy because of it.

Dew and he danced quite a bit, slow dirty dancing, and she said she liked it, that he had her panties damp all evening. Dew is a great dancer and loves to shake her ass to all kinds of music. When Rubio danced with her, no matter how fast the song was he managed to slow everything down to slow grinding dirty dancing.

At one point in the evening he took off to go walk around the bar, while Dew and I stayed at the table talking. He came back a little later, said that he had met another couple and was going to talk to them for a while. He gave us money to cover his drinks and then disappeared.  Dew and I just sat there, feeling a little confused, trying to figure out if we had just been ditched. I don't know if the other couple ran him off or what, but he came back about five minutes later and sat down with us.

We all decided to head back to his place. When we got there, Dew stripped down, and ran through his shower, washing off the dance sweat. He snuck in there and she says that they did some kissing, he sucked on her tits, and he licked her pussy a little. He told her that he couldn't wait to fuck her and she told him that he should get out and let her finish her shower, then. He came back into the other room. A minute or so later, she came out, still naked. I'd had too much Jack to drink, so my memory of events is a little incomplete. Dew helped me fill in some of the blanks. She came over to where I was sitting and straddled me. I sucked on her breasts and kissed her. He came up behind her and they kissed. I ended up moving her to the bed and lay down next to her, kissing her while I reached down to finger her pussy. I remember her being very damp down there, and it wasn't from the shower. Rubio knelt on the floor between her legs and went to work eating her out, so I got my hand out of the way. I'm not very comfortable with a lot of physical contact between me and Dew's FB, so I ended up moving. She got him up on the bed with his pants off and got his cock into her mouth. I got between her legs and took over where he had left off, eating her out. He leaned toward my direction and the top off his head kept butting into mine. I decided to just get out of the way. I took a seat in the chair next to the bed and dug out the video camera. He asked her if she wanted to ride his cock and she told him that she did. He lay down and put a rubber on. Dew got on top, slid him inside and started to ride him. He groaned loudly and she was enjoying it too. A minute or so later he mumbled something to the effect of, "Pita, to the left front". She leaned down to kiss him, then kind of sat back up and gave him a strange look. She turned to me and said, "I think he passed out." He was snoring quietly.

Dew got off of him and got herself dressed. We quietly snuck out, leaving him to sleep it off.

He called her early the next morning when his alarm went off, asking if he'd passed out on her. His first clue would probably have been that he was still laying there naked in the middle of his bed with a condom on. He apologized. Dew was at work so she couldn't really discuss it. We had made plans to go out with him to our regular bar that night and he wanted to know if that was still on. She said that she would talk with me and send him an e-mail when she got home from work.

I thought that him going with us to our regular bar would probably be a bad idea. We like to keep our hotwifing activities separate from the rest of our life and there is nothing subtle about Rubio when he's been drinking. Our friends at the bar would have to be pretty dumb not to figure out exactly what was going on. Half of them probably already suspect that we are swingers, so it would be nice if we could leave some room for doubt in their minds.

She e-mailed him telling him that we thought the bar plans were probably not a good idea, and we needed a little time to think about things. He wrote back apologizing again and saying he hoped he hadn't ruined things.

We will probably still play with Rubio, but it's going to have to be when he hasn't been drinking. He's too much to handle when he's in his wine. Dew really enjoys her time with him. She likes his looks, the way he fucks, the way he treats her. She says that some of the very traits that intrigue her when he's sober are the ones that turn her off when he's been drinking.

Spotted in Bend

Apologies for the crap quality but we spotted this plate in Bend and didn’t have the camera on us. Dew snapped this with her cell phone. In case you can’t read it, the plate says “1HT (heart)WFE”

I wonder if they mean Hot Wife in the same way we mean Hot Wife. :)

Rubio! Round 2! Much Betta!

It took us a couple of days to figure out how we wanted to handle the Rubio situation. She wanted to play with him again, but only if we could bring it down to a slightly less insane level. We worried that if we said anything, though he would get upset, and even if he still wanted to play he would get all pouty on us. We decided we could not handle things the way they were the first time, so it was either try to talk to him or just make it a one time deal. We wrote him, told him how great all the good was, then explained how we felt, using lots of "I" and "We" statements, basically going through the things that we couldn't handle. He answered back and took it well, said he would love to play again.

As luck would have it, we all had time. We went over this morning and gave it another go-round. It went much, much better. He was much calmer, much more focused. I jumped in to the mix this time and he and I kept both ends of Dew occupied. It went on for a reasonable amount of time, and then afterward we all sat and calmly chatted. Any pressure coming from him was at a low, tolerable level. We all had a very good feeling about how things had went. I think that he's going to be a keeper.

Crowd Pleaser

Rubio took this pic when they were playing the other night. Thought you guys would like a peek at where all the magic happens:)

Post Traumatic Sex Disorder.

The date did happen. We're still reeling from it. Not sure how we feel about it yet. There was a lot of good stuff in it. Lots of good fucking and dirty talk. He was in extremely good shape and was that slightly older guy that she digs so much. But holy hell, he was a manic whirlwind. We spent three hours stuck in a small room with the porn star version of Robin Williams. Robin Williams off his meds and on speed.

He fucked her every which way and kept going and going. And going. And going. And going. And going. Her orgasms got where they were no longer pleasurable. She wanted to wrap things up, and encouraged him to come but he just kept saying he wasn't done. She finally threw in the towel when he got close to cumming, and intentionally stopped himself, then tried to get her to sit on his face some more. She was too wore out and was no longer enjoying herself.

The entire time he kept asking if we would do things again, but I have serious doubts. We couldn't handle it again. It's going to take a while to do a report of this one, way too much to process. I think if you could edit the whole thing down to about an hour, taking out all the posing, directing, music picking, porn surfing, attempts to pour wine down her, and about 90% of the constant chatter it would be the best date she'd ever had. Right now, though, it felt like waaaaaaaay too much of a good thing.

FICTION - She requires a firm hand part 6

She requires a firm hand part 1
She requires a firm hand part 2
She requires a firm hand part 3
She requires a firm hand part 4
She requires a firm hand part 5

Part 6

He acknowledged her thanks with a nod. "Kneel back in front of that chair."

"You're not going to spank me anymore, right? I got my seven."

"No more spankings." he said. "I'm going to fuck you now."

She beamed with delight, and quickly threw herself over the chair. He got up on his knees and moved behind her.

"I love it from behind." she said back to him.

"I gonna tear that snatch up." he promised. "I'm going to make you walk funny."

"Oh, my. I like the sound of that."

He reached down to his crotch for a second and when I saw his hand come back up it had his condom dangling from it. He tossed it onto the chair, right in front of Dew's face.

She stared at it and he gave her a few seconds to let it register. She turned to look back at him. "What are you doing?" she asked, confused.

"I'm going to take you bareback." said Jake.

"No, you can't." she told him with a shake of her head. "We always play safe. We talked about that."

"You're going to make an exception." I could see the side of Jake's face and he was wearing a smirk.

"What makes you think I'm going to do that?"

He shrugged. "You disrespected me earlier and now you're going to make up for it." Since things had come to a stand still, Jake started stroking his cock, keeping the engine idling.

"Well, we're going to have to come up with some other way for me to make it up to you, 'cause we use condoms for penetration. We don't make exceptions. Besides, I thought that was what the spanking was for."

"The spanking was for your benefit, to help you become a better person. It didn't do anything for me."

Liar, liar, I thought to myself.

"Look," said Dew. "we can't just change the rules at the last second. If you want to fuck me, put on a rubber. We have more, if you don't."

"I have condoms." he said. "I'm not going to use one. I want to fuck you bare and then shoot my load up into you." Jake didn't seem to be getting upset by her stubbornness or refusals. His attitude seemed to be that he would just be patient and that eventually she would see reason. He smacked his prick against her ass cheek a few times to keep himself amused.

"Jake, our rules-" protested Dew.

Jake talked over her. "You know as well as I do that you want to feel me skin against skin. Feel every wrinkle in my cock, every vein."

"Sure I would, but-"

Again he cut her off. "You know you want my spunk inside you. Dripping out of you." Jake reached out and grabbed her hip, squeezed it.

"It would be so good, only-"

"I bet you'd be carrying it around inside you for days."

She was about to argue again, but something about the way he said that made her pause. She turned back around to face the back of the chair. "I can't." she said flatly. "My husband and I made a deal, made rules. I made promises."

Jake watched the back of her head, continued to stroke his cock. "You should ask him." he said to her. "Tell him what you want."

Dew didn't respond. I watched her stare at the back of the chair and noticed that she was lightly scratching her fingernails across the fabric of the cushion, distractedly. She was doing some heavy duty thinking.

It occurred to me that Dew was feeling genuinely conflicted. I had just assumed that she was getting frustrated with Jake for ruining a perfectly good date, but now I realized that she was torn, wanting to do one thing but feeling that she should do another. I could imagine all the things running through her mind.

First, we had made rules. She wanted to stick to them, to show that she could be a trustworthy wife. She worried about the consequences of giving into him. How would I react? She didn't want to risk not being able to play in the future.

We had made those rules for a reason. We had calculated what risks we were willing to tolerate. We didn't know what Jake's sexual history was like, had no idea if he had anything that he could pass onto her. If he did have anything, fucking him bare would increase the chances of her catching it.

On the other hand, she wanted so much to please him. He was that older guy that had always craved approval from. And, he had spent all this time thoroughly pleasing her, fulfilling her fantasies, giving her things she'd alway wanted. The last thing she wanted to do was tell him no. To disappoint him.

And finally, I knew she wanted it. She had always hated the condoms. Only used them because it was the smart choice. Knew that catching something would at the very least bring a stop to her playing with other men. But, yes, she wanted it. Wanted to feel his bare flesh pushing into her. To feel his cock swell as he came and know that he was pasting her insides with his semen, to satisfy her base, primal need to have his seed.

"Honey?" I heard Dew say.

It took me a second to realize that she wouldn't have been calling him that. She was talking to me. I raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. I wouldn't have bet she would go that way. I mean, I know she didn't want to disappoint him, but she did have to live with me. "Yes, Dew?"

She didn't say anything for a little while, as if she was taking time to think out exactly what she was going to say. "I want to be fucked by Jake without a condom."

This was so outside of Dew's nature that I was floored by it, rendered speechless. I would have imagined hemming and hawing, beating around the bush, at the very least asking me what I thought in hopes that I would tell her what to do. Contemplating just how great her need for this must be, I had to wonder just how strong Jake's hold on her was. I was at once filled with both jealousy and arousal, and felt a strong urge to reclaim her from him. I had to bite my tongue to keep from blurting out the words, "I think it's time to go."

What stopped me is that I also felt pulled in another direction. I had always wanted this, for her to be able to just come out and say what she wanted without worrying what I would think. Wanted her to reach for something she wanted, not just sit back and hope that it would come to her by accident. She had actually done it and it made me so happy that I wanted to reward her for it, to give her what she wanted.

Even more than that, the fact is I love her, and if giving her this would make her happy, I couldn't see how I could tell her no.

I debated how I should tell her. 'If that's what you want to do' seemed too wishy-washy. She might think I was testing her. 'I'm fine with that' was no better. Who knows what she would read into it? I thought about some ultra cool, sexy statement like, 'With the fucking Jake's been giving you, I think he deserves to fuck you bareback.' but I figured if I tried it my voice would either crack like a teenager's, or I'd stutter and fuck it up. In the end, I went with simple.

"I want you to let him fuck you without a condom." I told her.

Hearing that, Dew stretched, pushing her ass back toward Jake. "Do it." she said. "Let me feel you."

Jake needed no more encouragement. He lined himself up, lubed his prick in her juices and started to slowly feed it into her. As he slid it in, I was thinking that we were being crazy, that I should be being more responsible than this. I should be calling a halt to it right now. But all I could think of was his cum leaking out of her, running down her thighs and how much I wanted to see it.

He was all the way in her now. "Feels so good." she said. "So much better without the rubber. So much dirtier."

"Goddamn." he said as he started to slowly slide in and out. "You're so tight in this position."

"I feel so full." said Dew. "Your cock is stretching me." She sounded dreamy, almost drugged. She had her head laying on the chair cushion and her eyes were closed. The events of the last forty five minutes or so had to have worn her down. I figured that she was probably exhausted.

Jake reached forward and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. His other hand he used to grip her hip and pull himself into her. He maintained the slow pace. "So much more sensation now. It'll take me a while to get used to it."

"Take your time." was her reply. "I'm in no hurry."

Jack actually seemed to be being gentle with her, in sharp contrast to the full out assault he'd been inflicting on her before. He wasn't calling names or making demands. Wasn't trying to push her limits, emotionally or physically. He was just giving her a slow, easy fuck. I sensed that this was just the calm before the storm, though.

My instincts proved to be dead on just a little while afterward. His penis must have grown accustomed to the sensations of her slick, tight pussy, because the Jake we were used to began to reappear. He pulled back the hand he had on her neck and used it to slide his hand under her skirt and grab her other hip. He remained at the same pace, but he started throwing a little more force into the thrusts. His cocky, alpha male attitude started to show itself, causing his mouth to start running again.

"Such a tight little slut." he called her. "Feels so good to fuck your dirty little snatch. That feel good, slut?"

Dew told him it did. She still sounded relaxed, and content.

"So dirty. Letting strange men fuck you. Not a lick of shame. You know what I'm gonna do to you? I'm going to mark you as my slut. I'm going to come so much in you that anyone who wants to fuck you will have to know that you've already been fucked. Sloppy seconds is all they get for days. You like the sound of that?"

I marveled at just how comfortable Jake was in his role as a bastard. Still, there was no denying that Dew responded to it. She'd pretty much been putty in his hands from the word, "Go".

"My poor pussy is probably going to be too tender to fuck anyone." said Dew.

"Even better." said Jake. "I get to put it out of commission for everyone else."

Dew giggled at the thought but her laugh broke off when he kicked the pace of his fucking up a notch. The deep breathing started. She left her head on the cushion, her eyes closed.

"Oh, fuck." Jake let out an almost nervous sounding laugh. He sounded like was starting to get a little wound up. "I love that fucking pussy. I think it's great you fuck other guys, spread this shit around. I think it would be a shame if you only gave one guy access to it. You must have a hell of a time getting rid of them, though. I bet they get a taste of this and you have to file restraining orders."

Dew smiled, but didn't respond. She seemed to be focusing intently on her breathing and the sensations she was feeling.

Jake growled a string of curses mixed with more praise for her cooch. She wasn't being vocal about it, but I could tell by looking at her that Dew was starting to build up to something good. She was starting to purse her lips and puff her cheeks out a little when she exhaled, and her hands were clenching into fists.

Jake noticed too, commenting, "Damn, girl, you're starting to clench down on me. You keep that up and you're going to make me come."

"Just do it." Dew said, still trying to not move. "Whenever you're ready, let it go."

"You gonna come with me?" he huffed out. His gaze was focused down between them, watching himself going in and out.

"I'm getting close. It's right there. Just empty those big balls into me."

"Oh, I'm fucking going to. Yeah, squeeze that pussy on me, slut. Make me shoot it into you."

"Give it to me." she pleaded, her voice tight with strain. "I need it." I loved hearing that need in her voice.

"Oh, fuck! Here it comes. Oh, shit! Oh, yeah, that's it! I'm coming!" Jake raised himself up, his knees coming up off of the floor, putting all of his weight on the hands on Dew's hips. She took the weight and held him up as he began to buck into her wildly, beating his pelvis against her ass. He was a let it out kind of guy; he came loud, with a bellowing yell. Then more yells as he continued to come.

Feeling him coming in her finally pushed Dew over the edge. She shouted out, "Oh, god! Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah!"

Jake went on as long as he could and then he started to bend at the waist, leaning forward until his chest was on her back. His thrusts got weaker and weaker and eventually stopped all together.

"Fucking hell." was all he could manage to say.

Dew moaned in agreement, and that was as much as she could articulate. She lay beneath him, pinned down by him but in no hurry for either of them to move. I watched them in their post coital bliss, a smile on my face. I could not imagine how he could have done better by her and figured she was about as close to completely satisfied as I could ever hope for.

A little while later, he lifted off of her, pulled himself out. He moved over a few feet and flopped down on his back on the floor.

With him no longer blocking the view, I got my first look at the aftermath and could see that he had made good on his promise. Her pussy looked thoroughly used and abused. It was stretched out, puffy and flushed an angry red color. I figured that it would be several days before she could wipe without wincing. I knew she wouldn't mind. Each twinge of pain would be a reminder of what she had let him do to her. A mix of her juices and his semen clung in stringy strands to the gaping opening, and a glob of it was smeared into the thicker pubic hairs near her clit.

Dew slid off of the chair and laid down on the floor next to him, recovering. She rubbed a hand across his chest and thanked him for what he had done to her. With a laugh, he told her that it was his pleasure, then said that he couldn't remember the last time he'd had that much fun. We chatted for a while, all relaxed and content. He showed that he wasn't a complete bastard, mentioning that a few times he thought maybe he was going a little too far with her. Dew reassured him that he hadn't, that he had been perfect. Still, it was nice to know he'd considered the possibility.

Eventually, Dew started locating her clothes and getting dressed. She found her panties and was about to put them on, but he reminded her that they weren't hers anymore, that they belonged to him now. She conceded, and dropped them back on the chair, leaving them. I have to admit it disappointed me a little. I knew she would be leaking his leavings all the way home and in the past on the rare occasion that she took a guy bareback we'd kept the cum stained panties as a memento. A small price to pay, though, for seeing her so happy.

As we got closer to being ready to leave, Jake got up and pulled on his own clothes. Dew gave him a hug as he showed us to the door, and shared one more passionate kiss with him. She thanked him once again and he returned the thanks. We walked out the door, happy husband, happy wife.

I don't think that's the last we'll see of Jake. I think over time Dew might start getting a little sassy, or uncooperative. Quick to talk back or stubborn. Start being thoughtless or disrespectful. That kind of behavior can't be tolerated or it might just get out of hand. I know I don't have the temperament to give her the discipline she needs. It's nice to know there is a man out there that does and doesn't mind giving it to her. It's like he said, she requires a firm hand.