My Wife On The Porch – Part Ten


It has been six months since she ceased all sexual activity with me and six months since I have seen her beautiful body. Although I do miss her body, I love our lives and get such a buzz from the denial and humiliation side of things. We had all planned on driving to Waco, Texas again this Christmas. We usually go there every year to finish our Christmas shopping and enjoy the lights and festivities. This year, however, there would be the three of us going; as usual we would spend the whole weekend there, driving up on Friday evening and coming home on Sunday evening. We had booked two rooms at our favorite hotel that we use every year. We know the staff quite well and are very familiar with everyone who works there. I was wondering if they would question why I would be in one room by myself and my wife and Robert in the other, and I was quite excited at this thought. We arrived at our hotel around 2pm and Marcus, the desk clerk greeted us like old friends. He hugged us as Carole introduced Robert to him. He checked us in and handed my wife and I two room cards, explaining that me and my wife were in room 203 and handed Robert the key card to room 209. Carole immediately took Robert’s key from him and handed it to me; she took my key card and gave it to Robert. Marcus, the clerk looked confused and said, “Miss Carole, I gave Mr. Malcolm the correct card. You have given Malcolm Mr. Robert’s card.” My wife smiled as she replied, “I know I have. Mr. Robert and I will be sharing room 203 and Mr. Malcolm will be sleeping on room 209,” she continued. “Mr. Malcolm does no longer share my bed, I share my bed and body with Mr. Robert now.” “Oh, I see,” Marcus choked out. “So room service will go to you and Mr. Robert now, will it?” “Yes, it will,” she replied with that sexy smile of hers. “Marcus, I will need a whiskey glass delivered to our room please.” I knew what the whiskey glass was for but didn’t say anything. Instead, I just looked embarrassed and highly turned on; she had told Marcus of our lifestyle and I was loving it! “I hope we have a nice king bed, Marcus?” she asked. “Mr. Robert and I do a lot of moving when we are in bed together.” Marcus smiled as we left the lobby and went to our rooms; I lay on my bed jerking myself off as I imagined my wife and Robert fucking in their room just a little way down the hall. Two hours later, I got a call from my wife telling me that they were ready to hit the town and off we went. My wife spent the entire evening holding Robert’s hand and cuddling him as we enjoyed the town’s Christmas light displays. The rest of the weekend went like that, with the exception of Marcus asking me why I had given up my beautiful wife’s body. “She explained it all to you then?” I asked Marcus. “Yes, she did,” he replied, I am sure that you miss that beautiful body. I know I would.” The drive home was full of the weekend, and how much fun it was, when my wife suddenly said, “Did you see Marcus’s hands holding my ass as we hugged goodbye?” Robert laughed as he said, “Yes, I did. I thought that was cute. He must have felt at ease, otherwise he wouldn’t have done it. Maybe it was because he saw you in your bra and thong just after we checked in.” Carole smiled as she replied, “That was your fault; you let him in.” “You asked for the whiskey glass.” Robert chuckled. “But I didn’t know that Marcus would bring it, nor that you would ask him in to our room, especially as I was undressing,” she replied. ‘I’m isvecbahis glad that you didn’t try to cover yourself up, baby,” Robert said, “I’m glad you stayed in your bra and thong while we explained to him about our love life.” I was shocked and asked, “You stayed in your bra and thong while you explained things to Marcus?” “Yes, baby, I was about to get in the shower when Marcus brought the whiskey glass to us and I stayed in my bra and thong while we explained everything to him.” “And he saw your tits as he left the room, don’t forget that,” Robert shouted. Robert explained that Carole had gone into the bathroom to turn the shower on as Marcus was leaving. She had left the door half open and had just taken her bra off, when Marcus popped his head in to say goodbye to her. She was standing topless in full view of him, and she blew him a kiss goodbye. I felt so jealous that Marcus had seen her but I can’t, but my dick was hard as ever hearing of their exploits. The next couple of days were like any other, the usual sounds of them fucking in their bedroom and me jerking myself off as I fell asleep. On Wednesday night, however, things were quite different. They had gone to bed around ten o’clock and I followed shortly after. It was around midnight that my wife came into my room. She was wearing a white bathrobe and asked if I was naked. I told her that I was naked and she turned to leave my room and asked me to put a pair of boxer shorts on, which I did. She came back in and sat on my bed; she looked upset and told me that she and Robert had just had an argument, and would I mind if she slept in my bed tonight! “With me?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied, “That’s why I asked you to put something on. I wouldn’t ask you to leave your bed; I will share, just for tonight, if you don’t mind.” “Hell, I don’t mind,” I shouted. She quickly replied with, “Don’t think that we will be doing anything, baby. It will be purely to sleep; don’t you even try to touch me in the night, or I will be so pissed with you.” “I understand, baby,” I smiled. “Promise me that you won’t try anything?” she asked. “I will feel your hand touching me if you do, and I will be so pissed.” “I swear,” I answered, “I will be happy that I am sharing a bed with you.” She got into bed with me, and although she was wearing her bath robe and I had to wear my boxer shorts, it felt so good. I was sharing a bed with her, albeit only for one night, but it did feel amazing. She kissed me and laid with her back towards me. I asked, “Baby, is it okay if I snuggle up to you and have my arm around your waist?” “Okay,” she replied, “But if your hand moves up to my tits or down to my ass or pussy, I will never ever let you hug or kiss me again. I mean it baby, no touching apart from my waist!” “I promise,” I answered and snuggled up to her, thinking how amazing it was to have her in my bed and trying to stop the huge erection that was happening inside my boxer shorts. I had my arm around her waist and slid my hand under the knot of her tied bathrobe. My now fully erect dick was up against her ass and I was enjoying the knowledge that there was just the thin cotton material of my boxer shorts and the thick cotton of her bathrobe separating my dick from her naked ass! I knew that I would get no sleep at all; I just wanted to savor this night for as long as possible. We stayed snuggled for about an hour, when she stirred and turned to lay on her back. My hand was still trapped under isveçbahis giriş the belt of her bathrobe; I slid it across her as she turned, feeling her slim, slender tummy, albeit through her robe. It felt amazing. I suddenly realized that, as she had turned over, her hand had come to rest on my dick. My heart was racing, it had been almost seven months since her hand had touched my dick, and it felt so incredible that I hadn’t noticed her bath robe was open a little. This must have happened as she turned to lay on her back, separating the robe a little. The covers were down to just under her tits and even with just the dim nightlight that was illuminating my bedroom I could still see some naked flesh of her cleavage. I was so horny at this point and again she stirred and started to turn to face me; the hand resting on my dick forced its way over my now soaking wet dick and rested on the mattress. My heart was racing as she finally settled into a comfortable position. I lay motionless for over five minutes to make sure that she was still sleeping. My dick was oozing pre cum, I could feel it running down and dripping onto the bed. Her movements had pulled the covers down just enough to show a lot of cleavage and as I looked closer, I could actually see a large amount of naked tit. My eyes were glued to her tit, struggling to see in the dim nightlight when suddenly my eyes focused and I could actually see a small part of her nipple. I moved my head back a little more to enable me to see more clearly and yes… I could see some of her nipple! I looked and it appeared that something was stuck on her nipple; it was shiny and very small but it definitely glistened. What could it be? I wondered as I tried focusing, moving back another inch and slowly reached for my cell phone. With the light from my cell phone I could just make out what the shiny thing was. It was a nipple bar; yes, she had had her nipple pierced! My wife now had her nipple pierced and I had no clue as to when or who did it for her. All I knew was that what I could see was amazing! I came in my boxer shorts at that moment. This was the first time ever that I had cum without even touching my dick. That tells you just how erotic this experience was for me. The worst part was that I could not ask her any questions regarding her nipple piercing or it would let her know that I had seen it. Well, a small piece of it. I laid there just looking at her all night and at some point I must have fallen asleep for when I woke she was facing away from me. It was daylight and I checked my alarm clock to see that it was six thirty seven. Her phone received a text and this woke her, she read the text and gently slid from my bed and out of my bedroom without saying a word. I pretended to be sleeping as she made her exit. I got up around seven fifteen and made my way downstairs to make coffee. I could hear the familiar sounds of her and Robert fucking as I made my way down the stairs. I guess they had resolved their little tiff now. I took their coffee up to their room and knocked and waited to be allowed in. She was half laying and half sitting in bed with the sheet only just covering her nipples. She looked so hot and sexy and as I placed their coffee on the night stand she thanked me for last night. I bent down to kiss her and I could taste cum from her lips, her hand was holding the sheet to her chest but I could still see a lot of naked breast. I waited downstairs drinking isveçbahis yeni giriş my coffee and soon heard Robert coming down the stairs to leave for work. I had decided that I was going to take the day off as I had hardly slept at all. This would give me time to spend with her and maybe find out about their little argument last night. She came down about an hour later wearing her bathrobe and asked me why I didn’t go to work, I told her that I was tired and had a headache. She said, “I didn’t realize that you would be here, I will go and put some clothes on.” I replied, “No you don’t need to do that, you look wonderful in your bathrobe.” She smiled and said. “I’m not here to look sexy for you, you know that. I appreciate you sharing your bed with me last night, and for not trying anything, but that is all it was, me sharing your bed and nothing else,” she continued, “I will go and get dressed.” “Please don’t,” I asked, “I never get to see you like this, it’s not like you are showing anything is it?” Her smile turned into a stare as she said. “I’m not going to sit here wearing just my bathrobe with you.” And made her way to the stairs. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I just don’t want to walk around like this in front of you.” She came down a few minutes later wearing jeans and a sweater and said. “There, this feels better, I know you wanted me to stay in my robe, but, I didn’t feel comfortable wearing just that in front of you.” “I understand baby,” I reluctantly said, “Is everything okay now with you and Robert?” “Yes, all is fine now,” she replied, “It was a silly argument, but it’s all sorted now.”  “If you keep it a secret, I will tell you about it,” she said. “I promise, I won’t tell a soul baby,” I replied. “Well,” she started, “Robert wants us to have a photo shoot done for a Christmas present.” “And,” I asked, “You don’t want to?” “I do,” she replied, “I think it is a great idea.” “So what’s the problem?” I asked. “He wants’ an erotic photo shoot, with us making love,” she told me, “He wants’ it to be a very intimate photo shoot where nothing is hidden.” “How intimate?” I asked. “Very intimate,” she replied, “With lots of very close up shots of Robert licking and fucking my pussy, it will be very, very intimate,” she continued, “A friend who Robert works with is an armature photographer and he will be taking the pictures.” “Oh, I see,” I replied, “And you don’t want to do it?” “Oh no that’s not it,” she said, “I have no problems in doing the photo shoot, I don’t mind stripping naked in front of his friend or having the close up shots of my pussy and us fucking being taken, I think it is a great idea.” “His friend will see you intimately then?” I asked. “Yes baby,” she replied, “Very intimately, he will see everything, I don’t mind that, you know I have never been shy about a guy seeing me naked.” “Then what’s the problem?” I asked her. “Well, “she replied, “Robert wants me to shave my pussy for the shoot, and, after the last time I shaved it for him I found it very uncomfortable and I didn’t like it, that’s what the argument was about, I told Robert that I didn’t want to shave my pussy.” I laughed as I said. “Oh I see, so are you going to shave again?” “No,” she smiled, Robert finally agreed for me to keep my pubic hairs for the shoot.” I hugged her and said.” Well done you for not giving in, when is the photo shoot?” “On Saturday, so we will be out all day baby, I hope you don’t mind being by yourself all day.” We spent the day shopping for groceries and she bought some new underwear for the photo shoot, had lunch out and had a fun day together. When Robert arrived home she took him upstairs to model the new underwear that she bought.

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