Adventures in Open Marriage - Part 10, Learning to Watch and Loving It

In the couple of weeks after the decision to let my wife stay with Chad, on the condition that we could take things to the wife-watching level, our sex life was as passionate as ever. It was just the two of us, but with both of us so horny for what might be coming next. At this point, it was late in the winter. My wife came downstairs one Saturday morning, about four weeks out from "the decision," and told me that Chad officially had a plan and a date set for their weekend getaway. That was good, because we'd need time to come up with a good cover story for her for the kids, as well as the rest of our families. It wasn't too hard though, as my wife traveled frequently for work, and there were occasionally weekend trips."So", I asked, "What's his plan?"She replied, "Well we're getting together from a Friday to Saturday, in two weekends, so first weekend of March. That is," she grinned slyly, "if you're still OK with this."The boys were hanging out in the game room, so my wife took the opportunity to walk across the room, put her hand down my sweatpants, and begin lightly massaging my cock. God it felt good. "Of course!", I gasped."Great!", she said. "I will make this worth it for you too!". And then she sexily sauntered back down the hallway, and then up the stairs to check on the boys. She was SO good at compartmentalizing...She came back down, looked over at me, and said, "By the way - Chad also wants to get together to plan things out in detail Wednesday night, maybe over dinner? Don't worry, nothing will happen."Having heard that before but being turned on by the concept of her being unfaithful, I said, "Sure, no worries."She said, "Seriously, just dinner." And smiled.I thought, just dinner, and some plan-making for a weekend of fucking. I wondered how many other guys have ever sat pondering this, all while being rock hard at 9 AM on a Saturday morning?Wednesday arrived quickly, and after work, I helped my wife pick out what to wear. We went with black Ümraniye Escort tights and a long sweater - not super slutty, but tight enough to accentuate my wife's bubble-shaped ass, which she said was Chad's weakness. Mind you, I don?t think this was her goal - this was my goal. Even though my wife indicated that she truly wanted this to be dinner only since it was a school and work night, I hadn?t had sloppy seconds or the thrill of her being out with another man, in a while, and I really was hoping something would happen. So I tried to subtly nudge things in that direction. I was also ashamed of myself, but I was too horny to care. I was truly rooting for Chad, my wife's ex-boyfriend, to fuck her brains out tonight, and send her home full of his come so I could take pleasure in reclaiming her filthy pussy.When she departed, I realized that I was not exactly sure where they were going. I began to think that I was getting a bit too comfortable in this lifestyle. But then, I remembered that I needed to get the kids fed, homework completed, and baseball tryouts arranged, and before too long I had forgotten when my wife even left. At around eight-thirty, I began the nightly ritual of getting the boys to shower, and then go down, around nine, as this was a school night. As I finished goading them through these final steps of pre-bed hygiene, I began to wonder where my wife had actually gone, and if she was OK. I texted her a little before nine, just letting her know the boys would be asleep (hint, hint), and to just let me know if she was OK, and when she'd be getting back. Then I poured myself a Scotch.Roughly ten minutes later she responded that she was on her way, and that dinner had taken a little longer than she expected, and that she had just lost track of time. I had truly heard that one before, and my penis started to thicken at the implication. I called since I did not want her to risk texting and driving, especially Ümraniye Escort Bayan if there had been any drink with dinner. I asked when she thought she might be home. She told me that she would likely be home around ten. Ten? I asked why they had gone to somewhere so far away. My arousal peaked when she said, "Oh no, we went out nearby. I have to take care of a couple things, then I'll start home. And don't worry, I'll fill you in when I get home."At this point I was rock hard and stroking my throbbing cock. It was a struggle, but I managed to stop myself before I came. I needed to be ready when she came through that door as I was sure what I had hoped for had happened. I was correct to an extent, but what had actually happened was even more exciting than I could have imagined, and an incredibly hot level-up in where this was going with respect to my ultimate fantasy.Sure enough, at around ten that night, my wife arrived home. Just by the somewhat tossed look of her hair, I could tell that some degree of fun had been had. But how much? I asked her where they had gone, mainly out of curiosity. She told me where dinner had been, and yes they had been in the area. So, playfully, I asked her why dinner and a little weekend planning took so long. She shrugged her shoulders and asked, "Notice anything different?"I looked her over, and then I saw it. I remember noticing that she was wearing a shiny gold ankle bracelet, and wondering if that was it. I was a little concerned - could he have given her a gift? And what does this mean? Should I be worried or excited? As if reading my mind, my wife said, "You found it didn't you? Don't you think it's kind of hot? And yes, my little gift from Chad is why I'm so late."Then she put her hand on my crotch, and pulled her mouth close to my neck, and whispered, "And I know you're turned on, right? I know how hot it makes you that he gave me a piece of jewelry. But I bet Escort Ümraniye you want to know why a guy giving his ex-girlfriend an ankle bracelet over dinner could take four hours, huh?"She kissed my neck and squeezed my cock through my pants. I gasped and nodded. She said, "Good. Chad gave me a gift, then I gave him a gift, and if you can hang on just a bit, you're going to get yours." She giggled.She never talked like this - I was kind of freaked out, but also incredibly turned on. I was rock hard, and my balls already ached from an evening of fantasizing. My wife and I quietly went up to our bedroom and locked the door. Once inside, she instructed me to strip - actually, she wanted us both naked. I was more than happy to go along, and so I stripped while she also took off everything. Well, everything but the ankle bracelet. Then she pushed me onto the bed and crawled on top of me, so that she was on all fours, positioned over me. She took my right hand in hers and guided it towards her erogenous area. She guided my fingers to her labia, which were distended and very slippery. I slid my fingers in easily - she felt both extremely wet and extremely wide. I was about to pop.She said, "Want to know how I got so wet?""Yes", I gasped. And she began to explain her evening.She said the address she initially got from Chad was not a restaurant but was actually a cheap motel. As she approached, she was kind of put off, and considered backing out, because she wasn?t sure that she wanted sex tonight. She truly thought this was a dinner. However, she decided to text him to see what was up. He had admitted that he had gotten the room in case something happened, but that also, he wanted a private place where he could give her something. She said she decided to go in, in part because they already knew each other well, and she was starting to feel a little horny after all.Once inside, she explained, Chad approached her, and she immediately admired his still thick, still muscular body. She told me not to worry, because he was a few inches shorter than me, but still, I felt a little twinge of jealousy. Perhaps she sensed that, because she briefly paused her story to give my cock a couple of nice, long licks and sucks before continuing. And her story got hotter and hotter.