Sunday night update: I know some must assume my wife's extramarital activities never stop. It's not entirely like that but it may seem that way from these reports, and this week's events might reinforce that impression. Gigi returned from her three-day, fill-in assignment late Saturday morning. She worked days until 4 p.m. and the bank's architect was fucking her each night, twice and his place and the last at her hotel room. I still haven't got the full story but she had phoned two of those nights with coded conversation that told me she was having a great time.
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Beau phoned her this afternoon and asked if she would be his and his roommate Jack’s date a week from Friday night for a house party at the home of one of the older students at the school. He wasn’t sure how many other students would be attending but estimated no more than 20.
She laughed and said, “I guess you know I always wear my wedding rings everywhere. They’ll know we’re sexually involved.” And because, at 33, she looks a bit older than a woman dating those two guys, others could assume it’s clearly something more than a casual platonic relationship. He said that won’t matter. It’s sort of understood that almost all students are having sex with others. She told him she would call him back shortly and let him know. Gigi would prefer Beau take his other married fuck-mate Liz if she was interested. But having talked with the woman a few days ago, she knew Liz and Ben are meeting that night with some people interested in purchasing one of his convenience stores. Ben is considering using the potential funds to open a second coin laundry.
Knowing my preference that she not date on weekends more than once every four to six weeks, she asked my opinion. I want those weekend days open for the two of us. I had questions but no objections.
She said there’s no reasonable likelihood a bunch of 20-something students would possibly know her anyway. Most students at the school live out of town or out of state. I suggested she could use an assumed first name for that night. She smiled and said “Gigi” sounded fine if she went along with it. Her preference when socializing with others that the people should be around our ages or any older age; this time, she was inclined to accept only because it seemed important to them. She asked my opinion of why the two guys wanted her to accompany them and added, “I’m sure either would have no problem getting girls to attend.”
That was one of her easier questions. I said, “It’s to impress other guys. Younger men who see another dating an older woman has an elevated admiration for the guy, more than if he was dating a girl around their ages. That’s especially true if the woman who’s married and hot. I’m sure that envy would be accentuated if two guys at once were dating the woman.”
After a moment’s consideration, she said, “That sounds right.” She recalled Jack once having mentioning something like that and I gave a passing reference here to that conversation. The two guys and she were sitting around naked after fucking at their former apartment. Jack had once told her he and Beau had been talking with another student at their former community college. The guy asked why he hadn’t seen Beau dating girls around the school. Jack didn’t mention my wife’s name but said, “He’s got a better deal. Beau’s dating a married woman.” Their acquaintance’s eyebrows shot up and, turning back to Beau, he said, “Whoa! That’s epic, guy.”
She thought that was funny but admonished both again never to mention her name to anyone when talking with others about their relationship. Each assured her they would never do that. Another previous event she mentioned reinforced my explanation. She recalled Beau’s birthday party last summer at his parents’ home, attended mostly by guys and girls from his former high school. She was then 32 and was the only time when out with anyone else she didn’t wear her wedding ring. That Gigi was clearly older than Beau’s 20 years wasn’t remarked upon by any, but it seemed clear his friends were impressed he was dating an older woman. Only his parents knew that day she was married, but they approve of the relationship anyway.
She called back. Jack answered the phone and Beau was in the shower. She said, “I don’t have anything scheduled. I’ll go.” I didn’t ask about their full conversation, but Gigi said the guys would pick her up at our home that evening at six-thirty.
She doesn’t have a lot of interest in partying with others that much younger but is doing it for the guys. I opined I thought she would like it more than she might think. She grinned and said, “I didn’t mean that to come across as if it’s some dreary chore. Maybe you’re right.”
I joked she might even meet another future fuckbuddy. She laughed and said, “Dream on. That’s not going to happen.” She didn’t think to ask what sort of outfits most would be wearing but told me she will be seeing one or the other before then. Her term, “Seeing,” means fucking one or both. I wasn’t aware she was planning on that, but I’ve become accustomed to her surprise announcements.
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We plan to spend a weekend with Beau’s parents in late March and perhaps will be there up to four nights if our and their work schedules work out. Beau now knows we had sex with his parents at the time they stayed overnight with us; and, to my surprise, he and his roommate Jack are pleased with that. We weren't sure it would have been a good idea for his parents to confess that to him, but they decided it would be best to tell him for a host of reasons that made sense when they explained it to us.
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Her boss phoned yesterday after her return from her three-day jaunt as a managerial fill-in at the bank’s out-of-town branch office. He asked if he could come over for a couple of hours Monday night while his wife is at her book club meeting until 10 p.m. She had told me she was fucked out from her three nights with the architect during her trip, but it’s difficult turning down a boss.
~ Des
