TexasSwinging

#70

Whew! What a long break from this blog! I hope you all don’t hate me for it. As usual, our normal family life kept us away for a bit. A big thanks to all of you who have been sending PMs asking for updates. Here you go!

I was on my lunch break browsing Tumblr and came across an incredible video on one of my favorite blogs. The video is called “The Girlfriend Game.” I had never seen a hotwife video with such a high production value. The sexy and dangerous game the couple plays in the video is very hot. If you’re a fan of my blog, then I’m sure you’ll enjoy the video as well. I suggest you check it out, if you haven’t already viewed it.

I forwarded it to Sally to get her reaction. I was really hoping she’d love it as much as I did and maybe get inspired to do something similar with me.  But, in reality, I didn’t really expect that. Those of you who read my blog may get the impression that Sally is super forward, confident, sexy, perverted and horny all the time. This is only partially true.

Your impressions of her sexiness are probably spot-on. Your other impressions may be a little skewed.  Skewed because I don’t always tell the entire story on this blog. All you read about are those times when her horniness level is cranked up to 10 and she’s in full slut mode. In reality, we lead a very normal life. We are both professionals with important jobs and a family living in a neighborhood in Texas. 

Sally often gets uncomfortable in social situations when she doesn’t know anyone. The thought of approaching a single male to have a conversation makes her nervous. And approaching him with a darker motive… forget about it. 

She gets horny just like normal people do. However, she’s not wet all the time having to excuse herself to go finger blast in the bathroom …the way pornos would lead you to believe is the way sluts behave. 

Clearly, she’s not Mrs. Cleaver. She definitely has a dirty mind. She always tells me that when talking to men, she often accidentally looks down at a their crotch to see if she can get an idea about the size of his package. She does this both at work and socially. It’s like a reflex to her. She doesn’t do it on purpose.  Mix that, with her unwillingness to be super forward with strangers or new acquaintances… add a wicked sense of humor… a craving for girthy cocks… mix in a sexy gym body… natural D cups… also a professional cock sucker from years of practice, and you kind of get an idea of what Sally is like. … and she’s my wife. I love her.

That’s right. My wife. For two years on this blog I’ve been calling her my girlfriend because I don’t like to disclose too many facts about us. Anonymity and discretion is very important. We are a married swinging couple. There you go, Tumblr.  Now it’s out there. 

Back to the video… Sally was super busy at work and didn’t have time to watch it. We had plans with family that night, so I forgot to bring it up again in the evening. By the time the next morning rolled around, I had forgot all about the video. 

Around 10 am, I get a text from Sally informing me that she thought the video was hot and sexy.

Sally - “Do you think couples really do that?”

Me - “Who knows. Anything is possible. 

I didn’t really try to get her thoughts on it because I didn’t want her feeling like I was pushing her.  In the past, we had spoke about her approaching strangers at a bar for the purpose of a hook up and she didn’t like the idea. Probing to get her thoughts on this “Girlfriend Game” any further would feel like I was trying to talk her into it. I never want her to feel pushed, so I dropped it.

Now, some of you may recall that about a year ago, Sally did make out with a guy at a bar. But, she was completely shit-faced drunk and it happened spur of the moment. It was not planned at all. If it was, she probably wouldn’t have gone with it.

Thirty minutes later, I get a text from Sally telling me that the video made her wet. I smile and tell her that I love it!

Two hours go by and Sally sends me another text….

Sally - “I just went to lunch with Amber and told her everything.”

Me - “Everything about what?

Sally - “Everything about us. Our hotwife arrangement. How you are to remain faithful while I can fuck whoever I want. How you like it when I fuck other people. I told her I like how bigger cocks feel. Everything.”

Me - “Seriously?! WTF?!”

(sorry, I didn’t save screenshots of that conversation)

Some of you may recall when I first spoke about Amber a few months ago. Amber is one of Sally’s coworkers and is the only person, in our regular life, who knows about our secret lifestyle. 

But, up until now, Amber thought we were just regular swingers like her other friends. Originally, Sally didn’t want to tell her the details of our swinger lifestyle because she didn’t want that type of judgement from a coworker. But when she saw the Girlfriend Game video, and had a couple of beers over lunch… Sally got horny and wanted to tell Amber everything. 

Now I’m beginning to wonder if Amber will view me in the same way. Sally and I both suspected that Amber had a mild crush on me. We guessed that this is why she kept inviting us to parties with her swinger friends… so that she may have an opportunity to fuck me. But would knowing this about me turn her off? Will she see me as less of a man knowing that I like to watch my wife get fucked by men with cocks larger than mine? 

Sally - “Don’t worry. She took it well. She thinks it’s hot.”

Ok, I guess. Amber is her friend. I’ll trust Sally’s judgement on that. 

That evening, after work, Sally and I talked more about what happened during lunch. She said it feels good to have someone else know everything. She felt like she was hiding a big secret. 

Sally - “Amber and I made plans to go out drinking on Saturday night.”

Me - “Ok cool.”

Sally - “I want to go try to find a guy to go home with, and Amber is going to be my wing-woman.”

I instantly feel like I got punched in the gut… and aroused at the same time. She rarely talks like this to me without alcohol or sex. This is a sober, honest confession that on Saturday night, my wife is going to try to find some strange dick to fuck… with another girl.

In response, I stutter and clear my throat… no words.

I am in lust with Sally.

Me - “Why with Amber? Wouldn’t it be fun if we did it together like in The Girlfriend Game?”

Sally - “No, I get nervous if I know you’re watching. I don’t want you there. I’ll feel stupid if you see me get rejected.  

For the 867th time in our relationship, I have to tell Sally that no straight man would reject her unless he is married AND his wife is watching him. She’s gorgeous!

She doesn’t understand. I’ve told her so many times that it’s easy for attractive females… she doesn’t even have to try. Any attractive woman can walk into a bar by herself and get approached by ten guys.

She gives a half smile in return.

I relent, but only under the condition that I take her out the Friday before for dinner, drinks and to the mall to buy her some sexy new clothes for her night out. She agrees.

Friday night.

I take Sally out to buy some new sexy clothes and we have a little fun in the changing room… 

Saturday

On Saturday, our plans crumbled.

It was the late afternoon, and Sally and I got into a fight. A big one. The kind that can end a relationship.

I won’t go into detail about what happened, but it was not good. It had nothing to do with our lifestyle. It was just one of those fights that any vanilla couple could have, except it was at a high level. 

In hindsight, we were both in the wrong. But, when tempers are flaring, it is not something that either of us will admit. Too much pride. 

I was upset and wouldn’t listen to her when she was trying to fix things and apologize. 

She had enough arguing. She just stopped and left to the bedroom. I stayed in a different room with the door closed. 

Three hours later, I hear her voice from the other side of the closed door. 

“I’m heading out.”

“Where?”

“You know… the plans I had made for tonight.”

What??? I was certain these plans were dead after the blowout we just had. 

“Is that ok?”

She doesn’t sound angry anymore. I respond automatically without really thinking about my response.

“Sure.”

As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I regretted it and got hard at the same time. Could I really let her go through with this while we’re on the verge of breaking up? Is this a rebound fuck? … so soon?  I doubt it… that’s not her style. 

But even so, I’m hard thinking about her picking up some strange dick on her own. I can’t help it. 

I run outside to stop her from leaving, but she’s gone. Her car is still here… she must have taken an Uber.  

I’m not upset with her anymore. I just want to fix things and be happy and horny together.  This is so dumb. Fights are stupid.

I decide to text her. I start with something to show her that I care for her and that I’m not upset. 

Thankfully, she responds that she loves me also. Ok, maybe I can still salvage this relationship and kill this dumb argument. Still, I want to know that she’s being safe. I share my location through my iPhone, and she shares hers as well.

I notice that she’s not too far away. She’s in a part of town packed with restaurants and bars. I thought she was meeting Amber farther away.

Evidently, she went to a restaurant for dinner. She sat at the bar, and was soon approached by two men.

What? So fast?!? Even though I know this is how it is for hot females, I’m still in disbelief. I can’t decide if her revenge fucking another man (men) is hot or not. I have a rush of contradicting emotions over this.

I quickly shower and get dressed ready to go whether she wants it or not. After all, it’s not too far from our home.

These are two high-powered attorney’s. If the parts I colored over were exposed, any reader would know exactly which high-profile case they were assigned to. It was a case that was covered by EVERY news media outlet… which is exactly why I colored over the details… I don’t want to get sued.

She goes to the bathroom to send me a sexy, no-bra, selfie. Is she taunting me because of our fight?

In a horny haze, I had once told her that it would be hot if she cheated on me and took her ring off so she could be single in her own mind. 

Now that she actually has done it, it doesn’t feel how I thought it would feel. It feels both sexier and uglier.  

At this point, I call an Uber to take me to her location. I’m not going to sit by and get these details by text. I need to reclaim my wife. This fight is stupid. 

Twenty minutes later, I get dropped off by my Uber driver just in front of “Bar 1.”  I walk in carefully with my head down hoping not to be noticed. I find a secluded spot at the bar and scan for her.  

There she is. She’s chatting with two average looking tall men. I can tell by their body language that they are working hard to impress her.  I’m at a safe distance to where they won’t notice me. 

When I said “I see” I meant it literally. She didn’t pick up on it because she thinks I”m still at home.

I see her replying to my messages as her two friends have their heads turned.

I order a couple of drinks and watch my wife with these two men from a distance. It feels weird spying on her like this. Weird for several reasons. Because she’s flirting. Because she’s on the prowl. Because I feel like a creep. But mostly because she specifically asked me not to watch her. 

After about 30 minutes, she messages me that she’s really not into these guys and that she’s leaving to catch another Uber to head over to “Bar 2″ and meet Amber.

I see her give goodbye hugs and make her way towards the door alone. The two guys look disappointed for a second, but then quickly strike up a conversation with the nearest female to them. 

They’ll be fine.

I ask the bartender for my tab. He acknowledges me, but is trying to finish up with another patron before he tends to me. Fuck! I don’t want to miss Sally leaving. Hurry up dude!

Finally, he hands me my receipt and I give him my card. 

“I’m in a rush.”

Within a few seconds he’s back. I scribble his tip and run out the door. I look left and right, but I don’t see Sally. 

I run to the far corner of the block and I see her walking towards a car. I grab her arm from behind just as she opens the back door. She quickly snaps her head around ready to give this stranger a smack, but instead sees my familiar face.

We both smile and give each other a big, tight hug.

“Mind if I share this Uber with you?”

“Of course not, babe.”

We climb into the backseat together and give the driver directions to “Bar 2.” We hold each other and make out like two high school kids on the way to prom.

Nothing was said, but we both understood that all was forgiven and that fights are stupid. 

Our marriage has its ups and downs like anyone else. It’s important to remember why we got married in the first place. Stupid arguments will always happen. Holding a grudge and elongating disagreements is just a waste of time. Will either of us even remember this argument on our deathbed? I’m sure we won’t. So silly.

We eventually arrived at “Bar 2″ and met up with Amber. Nothing crazy or kinky happened.  The three of us just had some good conversation and enjoyed our drinks. Sally and I held hands the entire time.

Amber didn’t bring up the plans they originally had for the evening. Everyone was cool and relaxed. It was a great night. 

Was this story a waste of your jack-off time? Sorry. All I promised with this blog is truth. Sometimes you’ll get some good masturbatory material. This time you didn’t. I hope you continue to follow. :)