Being married to a hotwife has occasionally caused a revelation of some previously undisclosed secret. Following last night’s session when my wife's pussy was being plowed by her 22-year-old fuckbuddy, this morning was one of those. The few hush-hush confidences my wife has withheld but confessed in the past have been intended for what she considered my benefit and well-being.
Beau and my wife came out of the bedroom for breakfast at 6:30 this morning, an hour later than Gigi’s usual wake-up hour. Gigi wore only her white, cotton pajama top that covers her hips. Beau was attired in my black satin pajamas, which I thought accentuated his good looks in a bad-boy sort of way. Strands of unbrushed, tousled hair dispersed across their foreheads, and I don’t before recall having seen bags under Beau’s eyes. Clearly, neither had slept much.
I downed two cups of coffee while awaiting them to awaken. Each was still groggy after what they estimated as less than four hours sleep. Knowing how their sizzling night surely was, I grinned at their frayed looks as they staggered to the breakfast table. The two had been so recurrently fucking through the night that much of her time was performing oral sex on Beau’s sporadically limp dick. I didn’t ask how many times he effed her, but I had jerked off twice in the guest bedroom at moments their lustful howling awakened me.
I had guessed their fucking would be especially good for them; the night before as they were heading to our bedroom, Beau was clearly aroused. His dick bulged out straight, stiff, and ready to plunge into my eager wife’s cunt. He had mentioned when the three of us were talking in our living room that his having known my wife has been like living a young man’s “ultimate fantasy.” Gigi laughed at his remark and said just before leading him to bed, “Let’s go live out your fantasy.”
As we ate and talked, Gigi reached a hand below the table to stroke his member to an erection. She pushed aside her empty plate and pulled his chair around to face her. She straddled his hips and guided his dick into her opening as she lowered her hips onto his lap. I stroked my cock as she fucked him in the chair.
His hands stroked her bare flesh. My wife ofen talks during sex, but now her only sounds were those of muffled passion. Her lips pressed onto his as her hips rose and fell onto his lap. He groaned, “You’re so good,” and thrust upward in response to her grinding.
As I stroked my dick, I envisioned the feelings of his stiffness in her warm canal. His reddened eyeballs rolled in their sockets. He murmured,
“I’m gonna cum, Mrs. G.!” She whispered sensously, “I love it when you cum in my hot pussy.” At the moment, I couldn’t imagine how he could ejaculate yet again but perhaps he may not have spurted more than once when fucking her last night. His body stiffened and he grunted as his seed gushed into my wife’s cunt. Her mouth opened, and she stared at the electrified facial expression as he was cumming. By then, I was jerking wildly on my putz and my jizz jetted into a paper napkin in my hand. She turned her head aside to glance at me and, with a mischievous grin, said, “I guess it was good for you too, Kemo Sabe.” Realizing they were truly fucking but I was merely masturbating, I think I blushed. But it was actually pretty good for me too.
The three of us showered together. Gigi simultaneously soaped his and my dicks. I cannot recall a time I have had so much suds on any part of my body. She smiled and joked, “There; now those are models of cleanliness.” After drying off, we sat naked on the bed’s crumpled sheets where they had fucked the night before. Gigi said Beau had told her his student friend Jonathan repeated his wish the day before to meet and have sex with her. Beau admitted his fantasy of sharing my wife with his friend. Gigi responded, “I understand that. You’re like my pervert husband. But because I happily go along with what you guys want, I suppose I’m just as tainted.” Beau grinned and said, “And that’s another thing we like about you.”
The phone rang and Gigi turned to pick it up and looked at the screen ID. She said, “It’s Sherry calling,” and answered with a “Hi.” Sherry was ebullient and expressed a wish she could have joined them last night. She had been working late at the airport and is off today until 4:00 p.m.
Gigi put the call on speaker and Sherry said, “I hope you guys had a great evening. I’m sure it was better than mine.” She said to Beau she’s sure my wife gave him as good a time as she had to her; Gigi had performed oral sex on Sherry the day she came by our home. Gigi laughed and said, “Oh, you told him about that, huh?” Sherry said Beau doesn’t keep secrets from her and she guessed he has learned from Gigi that total honesty is always best. She will be off work Wednesday through Sunday as a result of working overtime through the Thanksgiving holidays and hopes she and Beau can get together with us during that time.
Beau told her about the persistence of his friend Jonathan who wants to have sex with my wife. Sherry said, “Why don’t all of us pile into that?” My wife talked about her preference for waiting until Jon and Beau’s graduation to avoid the possibility of the guy spreading the story around campus and perhaps even to someone who might know her. She was also concerned about the possibility of Jon learning too much about her, where she works, and the like. Sherry said, “Why don’t you do what you and Beau did with his Jack (Beau’s former roommate who no longer lives in our area)? That would seal his lips, and you won’t need to wait until the guys graduate.
Beau’s eyes rolled and he murmured, “Oh Lord, save me from this.”
Gigi laughed at his remark and responded to Sherry, “That’s a perfect solution.”
I didn’t know what Sherry was talking about and asked, “What’s that about Jack?” My wife laughed and said, “I’ll tell you later”; and to Sherry, she said, “We can work that out between us.” The talk went on casually for another five or six minutes, and Beau said he was leaving in a half-hour and coming over to Sherry’s apartment. Sherry said that was great and extended her “Bye’s” to all of us as she ended the call.
When Beau had left, I turned to my wife and said, “What’s this about Jack?” She said, “Let’s sit in the hot tub. That’s something I felt best not to tell you at the time." I found that odd for the reason Beau evidently told Sherry all about it.
As the hot tub’s water was heating up, I suspected what I might be about to be told but couldn’t quite believe it. As it turned out, I was approximately correct in my wild assumption.
We sat across from the other in the hot tub and she went on, “I haven’t told you about that because I didn’t want to prejudice you against Jack. Now that he’s gone, it won’t matter.” When she and Beau had been having sex for a while, Jack persisted in begging Beau to include him in their get-togethers. Beau thought it would be exciting if his then-roommate was also fucking my wife, but she had a concern his roommate might talk loosely among others. Because Beau then knew where my wife and I worked and other personal information, she was reluctant to comply with Beau’s request. But she came up with a plan. If Jack would agree to suck Beau’s cock, she would tell Jack that she would include him in their sessions, but only if he promised never to reveal any personal information about her or their sexual activities. Beau went along with my wife’s solution and told Jack he would tell everyone they knew Jack had given him a blow job if he violated the promise.
What neither Beau nor my wife knew was that Jack had some hidden bi tendencies. Jack enthusiastically agreed. Gigi instructed him to kneel on the floor of their apartment’s bedroom and unzipped Beau’s jeans. She pushed the back of Jack’s head to Beau’s penis, used her fingers to open his mouth, and inserted Beau’s cock. Jack’s mouth closed over the pole and his head eagerly bobbed against Beau’s fly. His tongue lathered the dick’s underside. Beau’s eyes closed as he leaned against the wall and, groaning, he came fully into Jack’s throat.
I asked if Jack ever did that again to Beau. She said he did a few times at Jack’s wishes when the two were alone at their apartment and talking to her on the telephone. Beau liked Jack as a trusted friend, but Beau wasn’t into sex with a guy. The other mystery Gigi had withheld was Jack’s reason for leaving this area to attend another school in his hometown. When Beau told him he couldn’t allow that any longer, Jack felt hurt, embarrassed, and possibly rejected. Beau had not been resistant when Gigi had originally come up with the idea. He then told Gigi Jack would probably do it for the reason he himself would have sucked her husband’s dick once if that had been the only way he could have begun fucking my wife. At the time, Beau and Gigi thought it was a good solution to protect her social and professional reputation.
Recalling a minor incident once at our home, I remembered Jack was once showering with me and Beau and my wife were in the other shower. His erect penis brushed against mine, but I didn’t consider that as intentional. I mentioned that in passing in one of our narratives here. A couple of other subtle incidents when he and I were together could have given me a clue had I more thoughtfully considered it.
I told Gigi that had she told me, it would have made no difference in our relationship with the two guys. I too liked Jack as a friend and regretted he chose to move back home to finish his schooling. I could have accepted it without bias. Gigi said perhaps she should have told me, but the episode is now water under the bridge anyway; Jack’s gone. I told her I didn’t blame her for not telling me. In my way of thinking, Jack’s desire was no different than that of my wife’s who has infrequent sex with other women. She has considered herself moderately bisexual since she was a senior in high school.
When she first told me how she was introduced to sex with other women as a member of the school’s very private FLAG club, I asked if she then considered herself bisexual. She laughed at my naive question and said, “Yeah, I’m now and forever an honorary and willing member of the Secret Sisterhood.” Those words are a variation of the former "lesbian-until-graudation" club's pledge. But her sensuous, committed response stirred my imagination.
She said she, Sherry, Beau and Jonathan will probably meet up a day this week at Beau's off-campus apartment and added, “We’ll see how it goes.” I gave her my best wishes.
When we were drying off after getting out of the hot tub, she said that revelation about Jack is the only hush-hush story she has ever withheld since she began fucking other men. She promised never to do that again. I shrugged and told her I probably enjoyed hearing it now more than I would have had she told me at the time it happened. She liked that.
~ Des
