I helped Gigi choose a casual party outfit and watched with my stiff dick in my hand as she stood in front of the bath mirror to put on makeup. She smiled and teased, “Your wife is going to get fucked tonight by an eager young guy with a strong, hard dick,” and went on with similarly titillating remarks.
She dressed in black stretch-leggings, a black pull-over that bares a shoulder and black ankle-high boots - and, of course, her ever-present Mickey Mouse watch. She didn’t remove her engagement and wedding rings. Her common saying about that is, “That ring keeps me reminded I’m taken by the greater guy I live with.”
Beau drove up around about a quarter past seven p.m. and parked on the front pavement behind our stone wall. He told me the name of the woman Jack’s dating and would be accompanying him and Gigi is Jean. Gigi handed him the keys to her car for them to drive to the party. They drove to the woman’s home and she drove them to the party in her and her husband’s recreational vehicle. She said she and her husband have owned the RV for a couple of years and go camping in it on weekends he isn’t on the road.
My wife snapped a cell-phone pic of their 29-foot vehicle the following morning when they were parked the night before in a bare spot off-road in the nearby forest. When showing it to me, she said it looks new enough to have been just off the dealer’s lot. The pic made me want one, but I doubt we’ll be splurging for anything like that for a few years.
For the reason my wife didn’t wish anyone at the gathering to know who she was, where she worked or anything else about her, Beau said he would introduce her to the party guests as “Amy Wilson.” She laughed at that and said, “I feel like a spy.” He and I exchanged a few friendly words before she pulled on her yellow trench coat and ushered him out the door to the garage. Because Beau has a ripped young build, I had a fleeting wish to tell him. “Please, please fuck my wife good tonight,” but knew Gigi would consider the remark to be inappropriately crude. And I knew he would serve her well anyway.
I watched from our front bay window as they backed onto the street and drove to the end of the darkened street, where her car turned and disappeared beyond the trees.
I was tuned to a TV news channel when she buzzed my cell phone for a face-to-face. She was sitting in a chair around six others at an enclosed patio, waved the phone around to show me some of the attendees and said she’s having a great time. At 33, she was likely the oldest but young enough to fit in with the group. Jack and his date Jean were two of those at the table with her and Beau. I guessed the age of Jack’s attractive dark-haired date as about 28 and perhaps 5’5”, snd she has a small tattoo on a hand. Our conversation lasted less than a minute and I assumed the others realized she was talking with her husband.
With the exception of a couple of brief phone calls, I wouldn’t hear about the rest about their night until after she and Beau returned Saturday morning.
* * * *
Beau introduced Gigi to the attendees with the assumed name of “Amy Wilson” he had made up before he and my wife left our home that night. When she arrived home Saturday morning, she told me the secrecy she had requested for anonymity wouldn’t have been necessary. Beau had told any who asked that “Amy” and her husband were long-time friends of his family and she was accompanying him as a buddy. The implication was that he and she, as friends, had my acquiescence. Neither behaved in a way that might imply a sexually intimate relationship. She didn’t bother to correct the fake name Beau had concocted, but she felt sufficiently comfortable in talking about herself when anyone inquired.
That phone call from Gigi was less than an hour after she and the other three had arrived at the student house party. She was smiling on-screen for our face-to-face conversation and was sitting at a table in an enclosed patio amid six others. She waved the phone about to show me the others who waved a “hi.” Beau and Jack had estimated twenty or so would show up, but at least thirty filled the home that night. Two younger female instructors were also invited and one of those was sitting across from my wife
The instructor sitting across from her had asked what her husband does for a living. She told her I’m a writer for a PR agency and had formerly been a reporter for her hometown’s only newspaper. The woman’s father is a journalist for a major newspaper and she asked my wife if she could talk with me a few minutes. My wife handed off her cell phone and the woman walked to another room to carry on our conversation.
She teaches sociology. I told her I’d had a single class in her field when in journalism school. Over time, that helped a lot in that it gave me an appreciation for different cultures and sub-cultures and reporters need to learn to get along with everyone to do their jobs properly. She asked if I would be interested in holding a Q&A in her class about that some day and I agreed, dependent upon my schedule.
The woman Jack is dating is a married pharmacy student in her final year and married to a man who owns a small trucking firm and pays her schooling.
The four of them stayed perhaps two hours at the party. Gigi told the hosts she should be leaving for home.
Jean drove her RV to a forested area at the foot of the nearest mountain and down a path alongside a remote lake neither Gigi nor I had before known was in our area. She parked in a dark open space beneath a canopy of trees, opened a bottle of wine from the RV’s fridge and rolled a joint. Gigi and I don’t do weed but to be sociable, she inhaled deeply along with the others as the joint was passed around.
At 5’11”, my wife was the tallest of the group. Jean urged the others to follow her to the back of the RV. The four sat in a circle on the bed, their legs crossed in lotus positions. My wife told a couple of jokes that allowed the four to bond and said about the effect of the wine and smoke, “I don’t feel it.” The others laughed and Jean said, “You will soon.” A minute or so later, it hit her. Her eyes rolled and she said, “Whoa! I’ve only done this once in my life. It wasn’t like this.” Beau leaned aside and planted his lips on hers in a lingering kiss. When he and she broke apart, the other woman’s top was off and Jack was nursing a breast.
Soon, all were naked. The women lay side by side on their backs as the guys parted their legs. Beau’s dick entered my wife’s pussy a moment before Jack began fucking his date. Gigi’s mind swirled from wine and weed. The women sighed and moaned as their young fuckers pummeled their cunts. Gigi’s fists pressed against the mattress. Her long legs wrapped around Beau and she cried out, “Oh my god, it’s fucking awesome.” The other woman grasped my wife’s hand as the guys speedily powered their cocks into them.
Gigi turned her head aside to gaze into the other woman’s eyes. Both women were madly responsive to the cock pounding. My wife whined, “Oh fuck yeah, he hittin’ my cervix.” The woman screamed to Jack, “You fuck so good!” The guys were concentrating on the sex and said nothing, but both were wide-eyed and caught up in the ongoing fervor. No doubt it was the intoxication of the substances of wine and weed, but it seemed to Gigi the orgy went on for hours. Time slowed and she felt overwhelmed at the strong feelings of hot sex. The feeling of Beau’s cock powering through her cuntal channel was like nothing she had felt before with him. She believed she could feel his erect member pulsing in proportions she knew wasn’t possible but the sensation sent her over the edge amid sobs and screams. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her eyes were locked onto his as he fucked her. Jean too was animated and loud as her date’s cock jack-hammered her cunt.
Jack withdrew and turned his date to her knees. He entered her slit from behind. Beau shifted my wife’s body so that her head was beneath the woman’s breasts. Gigi grasped the woman’s arms and sucked a breast. Jean whispered, “That feels so good, baby.” She pushed back a bit and kissed Gigi on the lips. The pounding each was getting caused their mouths to bump against the others, and the women laughed at the unintended consequence. Soon both guys were cumming hard with groans and yelps.
Gigi rolled aside, embraced Jean and kissed her. She slid down between her legs and went down on her. Jean cried out as my wife’s tongue lashed her clitoris. Neither woman had climaxed during their prolonged fucking, but now Jean shrieked in orgasmic release and pounded her fists against the pillow. The guys stroked their dicks as they watched Jack’s date go down on Gigi. My wife rested her legs atop Jean’s shoulders as the woman furiously licked Gigi’s cunt. She climaxed with a shout.
The guys’ cocks had again risen to full staff and they crawled atop the women. Jack fucked my wife as Beau fucked Jack’s date. They sat talking another hour until, one by one, each had fallen asleep. Gigi was awakened in the dark, early morning as Beau was again atop Jean. She nudged Jack awake and both watched until each cried out in mutual orgasms. Gigi gave Jack a blow job and all all slept until sun-up Saturday morning.
I don’t recall my wife mentioning to me the circumstances, but at some point Gigi and Jean were alone for a few minutes. Gigi said, “I assume you have been with a woman before.” Jean said she had “a few times” and likes that. She asked my wife, “Would you care to get together for lunch some time? I would like getting to know you better.” Gigi wrote her cell phone number on a slip of paper from her purse, handed it to her and asked Jean to call at any time other than work hours.
Gigi asked the woman whether her husband is aware she is dating Jack. She said, “We have an agreement for the time he’s on the road. We don’t talk about anything that might happen when he’s away. I don’t ask and he doesn’t either. His being away so much is something like the lives of military spouses. We each have needs but we don’t talk about that, we just mutually understand it. I don’t date when he’s home.” Jean didn’t ask about Gigi’s husband, so that didn’t require her to come up with a story to cover our situation.
Jean fixed breakfast on the RV’s stove. The four later walked together halfway around the lake and back.
The four had a final fuck before Jean drove them back to her place. The RV’s shower allowed two to shower together, with Jack and Jean going first, followed by Beau and my wife. Jean knelt to suck Jack’s dick as he watched my wife and Beau exchange oral sex while standing under the water’s spray.
Beau drove Gigi’s car into our garage around eleven Saturday morning. We sat around talking about seemingly everything except their sexual events of the previous evening. We walked him to his Honda and I thanked him for taking Gigi to the party. He responded, “You’re my and Jack’s best guy friend. Thank you for … well, you know what.”
Yeah, I “know what,” and I’m sure that was sincere. I couldn’t have imagined this extraordinary an experience when I was his age.
We were fucking at home Saturday afternoon as she narrated her night’s hot sex. I opined from her description that it seemed she was in a higher-than-usual state of excitation that night.
She said, “I was, but I’m not sure why. Part of it surely was the substance intoxication but there was something else. The only thing I can compare it to was the thrill I once had on the jet ski.” I remember that time. We were visiting her hometown and she rented a jet ski from a beach vendor. I was in a rental boat with a dozen sight-seers and watched as she raced and spun around in a few hundred feet away from us. She hasn’t done that since but said then that was one of her most exciting times of her life. I still have a black and white photo of her on the craft. I grinned and responded, “If that’s your comparison, you must have been fucking pretty fast last night.” She laughed and said, “You wouldn’t believe. It was something like the Daytona 500.”
I increased my tempo as she rotated her hips beneath me. Her remark gave me an unlikely image flashing across my mind of her naked and wearing a racing driver’s helmet while a hard dick slammed into her tunnel. I ejaculated into her cunt at that moment. She smiled and said, “Always happy to entertain you, Kemo Sabe. You’re so easy to please.” Her term, “entertain,” didn’t even come close to my response. I was fucking frenzied.
Laying alongside her, I asked if last night’s experience made her want to smoke that again. She grinned and joked, “No, I’m good with the sex I get. And I’m getting plenty.”
I’m unsure I fully understood the extent of her feelings and sexual response of the previous night. For that reason, I may not have recounted her thoughts accurately here, but Friday’s event must have been really good for her. I liked that a lot.
~ Des
