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by Des 31 » Wed Feb 19, 2020 11:42 am
The contractual nanny working for Gigi’s boss and his family is returning to her home country on the last Thursday of this month. On Saturday evening, my wife and I joined them for an appreciation dinner for the woman and the five of us stayed overnight at the family’s mountain cottage. It’s still cold here and a light snow had fallen on parts of the mountains two days before.
We were the last to arrive and they met us where we parked beneath the trees alongside their home. Her boss, his wife and nanny were standing alongside the lake and greeted us as we got out of the car. Her boss kissed my wife and the two women took turns planting their lips on mine for a lengthy time. His wife, who a year ago I had nicknamed as Lorri for a reason that has nothing to do with her real name, held the kiss the longest, which I think was a private competition with her husband and my wife.
The nanny’s three-syllable Scandinavian forename was more common sometime around the ninth century than now. Gigi’s boss says she prefers those in the U.S. – as did others in Canada where she once temporarily worked - use her middle name, Emma. That’s more comfortable for me than when I had called her by her first name when we initially met.
We handed the women our parkas, set our bags in a guest bedroom and joined them for an early dinner in their kitchen. Her boss placed more logs in the fire and said, “That should do it for most of the night.” Their cottage has a central heat system, but the lit fireplace was a pleasant mood-setter. After the nanny and my wife placed the dinnerware in their dishwater, Lorri took my hand and led me to the hallway, She swiveled her head around and said, “C’mon gang, let’s go to bed.” I laughed at that because it’s an unusual variation from her more common, elegant expressions.
All stripped down and chatted as if getting naked in a group was an everyday happening.
My wife had previously given me her rare permission for sex with the woman and that acquiescence was still valid for the five-way at the couple’s cottage. There’s no way she or her boss would allow me having intercourse with his wife, just as she and he can’t handle their spouses having sex with others. The only times she had little or no problem with that were a couple of times I was unlikely to again encounter the women. His wife and I understand those restrictions, and neither of us would cross that line of resistance.
Seeing all these women nude and together brought about a prompt erection. My wife’s boss is always readily stiff when the right occasions arise. Each woman’s physique and personality are different from the other but I think any normal male would consider any as hot. His wife knelt alongside their king-sized bed and took my dick in her mouth. He urged my wife and Emma onto their backs on the bed and first went down on the nanny. Gigi lay on her side, propped up on an elbow and watched. She gazed into Emma’s eyes and Emma reached a hand to my wife’s neck, pulling her face close to hers. Gigi kissed her and stroked her breasts.
Lorri led me to the adjoining guest room. She said, “It’s been too long since you and I have been together. I was thrilled when my husband said you and your wife were joining us for Emma’s farewell party.” I responded this was the most unique good-bye party I could imagine. She giggled and said, “It’s nice isn’t it?”
We plopped on to the double bed. I spread her legs and mouthed her clitoris. She was coming in a screaming orgasm within minutes. We aren’t allowed to fuck but our spouses don’t complain about anything else. She sat up, grasped my dick and jerked me off as we kissed. I soon groaned and spurted high as she smiled and said, “That was nice.” She suggested we rejoin the others.
Her husband was fucking their nanny when we entered the room. The woman wailed how much she loved his “massive cock.” Gigi watched alongside and said, “Maybe you should have been doing this when you first went to work for them.” Emma grinned and said, “That wouldn’t work. The kids would have figured it out. I did that just once when a husband seduced me, and it didn’t work out well for the family. They got over it before I left, but that was for a while an unpleasant episode.” No one asked her to elaborate during the time we were there.
When Emma climaxed, he crawled between my wife’s long legs. Lorri and I were leaning our butts against the dresser. She smiled and whispered to me, “This is like my husband’s dream. And, by the way, Emma wants to fuck you, so I hope you recover soon.”
Gigi rotated her hips as her boss screwed her. She moaned, “Oh, oh!” repeatedly but without her typical wild comments as he fucked her. Perhaps the other three of us in the room had something to do with that. She too was soon cumming with a wail like a triumphal coyote atop a high mesa.
Emma crawled from bed to approach Lorri and me and said to her, “Can I borrow him for a while?” Lorri said, “He’s all yours. He and I are good for now.” We walked to the guest bedroom where Lorri and I had occupied. I lay on my back and her mouth expertly worked on me until I was again fully erect. She said, “Fuck me.” She braced herself on her hands with her rear to me and I entered her from behind. She fingered herself as I bumped against her and came twice before my semen rocketed through my cock into her warm tunnel.
We lay and talked for an hour, our time punctuated by cries of passion from the master bedroom, but neither of us were certain which of the women’s voices was my wife’s or Lorri’s. Emma grinned and said, “I think it’s both at once. I have no idea what the hell they’re doing down there.” I would later learn that most of the screams were those of Lorri, who was being fucked by him at the time my wife’s tongue swapped time between his shaft and Lorri’s clitoris. Lorri had been told by her husband of my wife’s high school lesbian adventures and the couple had discussed whether Lorri would be interested in sex with her. Over time, the idea became appealing, but this encounter was their first time together. When her boss had cum inside his wife, he left the room with Emma and me, leaving Lorri and Gigi to do whatever they wished. We sat naked in the living room until our wives joined us an hour later.
We dressed and went out for beers and wine at the cabin restaurant halfway down the mountain. The student waiter had seen him at separate times with my wife and his and mostly like has figured out the relationships. No more than eight others were in the restaurant at the time and the waiter chatted amiably with us for minutes at a time between his duties.
We returned to the cottage around ten. Everyone was bushed and Lorri suggested we get some sleep. All five of us lay naked on the king size bed, the guys on the outside and three women snuggled together between us. My wife has the ability to take two or three deep breaths and fall asleep with ten seconds flat. Emma asked me if that’s common for her. I told her she learned that from an ex-Army sniper who was once her firearms instructor. I can do it too but it takes anywhere from a half minute to a minute. When anyone takes in all the air possible through their nostrils and exhales completely, all thoughts automatically escape in a cloud. Thoughts of the day, after all, are what keep most people (without painful disabilities) awake at bedtime.
Emma tried it and was slumbering within a minute. Lorri looked at me and said, “That was interesting, but I’d like a drink. Let’s go to the kitchen.” We returned to the guest room instead of to the crowded master bed and fell asleep promptly, our arms and legs enwined.
* * * * *
Lorri and I were standing at the master bedroom door when, one by one, the other three woke to the glare of the morning sun streaming through the blinds. Emma looked over to my wife and their boss and said, “I need this at times. I don’t understand how priests stay focused without sex in their lives.”
My wife sat up, leaned her back to the headboard, and joked, “Some can’t. I was told of a priest who found his bicycle missing from his garage. He suspected the assumed thief might be in the congregation. At the next Sunday’s sermon, he preached from the Book of Exodus, ‘Thou shalt not steal.’ He glanced down to the next commandment, ‘Thou shalt not commit adultery.’ Then, he remembered where he left his bicycle.” All were still giggling about that in the shower. Just to be sure, Emma asked my wife if that’s a true story. Of course it isn’t, just another of my wife’s seemingly bottomless bag of jokes.
The morning was cool but nowhere near as cold as the local weather channel had predicted. Gigi suggested the five of us take a hike further up the mountain. Her boss’ wife filled a picnic basket with sandwiches and two wine bottles and we pulled on our gloves and parkas. Gigi stuffed the picnic basket and wine into a cloth bag and draped it over a shoulder. The five of us walked from the cottage’s side door up foot-spaced, stone steps and another mile up the inclining, dusty path to a wide flat rock jutting out from the mountain’s rim. Gigi, her boss and his wife had been here before, but Emma and I had not. By then, the morning fog had mostly dissipated, leaving us a clear view in all directions.
Standing alongside us on the stone ledge, Emma pointed out the cottage far below and the large lake behind it. Five homes are visible among tree lines on the lake’s far side, which can’t be seen from their cottage. All else is forested mountains in a glory of green, red and gold amid scattered patches of snow.
We sat in a circle and talked as the nanny laid out a table cloth onto the flat rock. My wife‘s boss opened two wine bottles and he and Gigi set out sandwiches and plastic drinking glasses. Emma asked Gigi, “Do you have a private term, like ‘stud,’ for your boss?” He and my wife grinned. My wife occasionally uses a joke terminology between them. She said, “Because he supplements in a singular way for my husband, I call him ‘LRS.’ That’s short for Libido Replacement Specialist.” Emma and his wife leaned shoulder to shoulder in laughter.
He chuckled and confessed that often, when sending her emails, he signs off as ‘LRS.” Gigi added, “I’m a different sort of traveler’ than my husband. I enjoy riding but like it better with different drivers.” We all laughed at that.
We were bushed when returning to the cottage and slept until around two p.m. With the exception of me not having intercourse with Lorri, everyone fucked everyone. I was surprised at how quickly Lorri had become accustomed to sex with the other two women. I asked her privately as we were leaving that afternoon if she had felt uncomfortable with that at first. She said, “Not at all. I had been thinking about it for at least a month. I now understand why your wife fell into it so easily.”
We drove away before the other three but talked that night on the phone about our weekend. Emma was on another phone with the other four of us and thanked all of us for her “best farewell ever.” She promised to keep in touch by phone and email.
Gigi said in bed that night this was one of her best evening ever. I admitted, “Yeah, me too.”
~ Des
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Des 31 on Sun Feb 23, 2020 8:19 am, edited 5 times in total.
