“Oh yeah, motherfucker, just like that! You’re so fucking good!”
Please raise your hand if you would love to hear Gigi scream this to you.
Oh, all hands are raised? Thought so.
My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
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yielding william
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Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
That one did it for me too. I was still recovering from that Gigi's RV foursome. This is always solid stroking stuff.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des,
Do you think the gigi's boss is fucking chairwoman? , or that she knows about gigi and the boss?, in either case she approves! which they always do when you are making money for them.
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Do you think the gigi's boss is fucking chairwoman? , or that she knows about gigi and the boss?, in either case she approves! which they always do when you are making money for them.
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Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Good questions, but the answer is complicated. Here's a portion of that: The chairwoman is a 42-year-old senior partner in a local law firm established by her grandfather and managed until a few years ago by her father. Her only connection with the bank is, like other board members, being on the board. She took the helm from the retiring chairman last year. She lives with a younger woman attorney employed by a different firm and it's assumed she's bisexual in that she also dates men. We have never heard anyone offer a negative comment about her. She once hinted when my wife and she were playing golf that she wondered whether Gigi may be involved with the bank's president but my wife didn't admit to that. It wasn't an accusation, just an innocent remark that seemed to be more of a question, but my wife didn't bite at the hook. I think I mentioned that here a few months ago.
The woman and my wife have relatively open conversations and have traded sexual jokes when not around others. Gigi is relatively certain she could begin an occasional affair with the chairwoman but believes that would be pushing the envelope too far. We assume the woman feels the same but it's often difficult to determine what may be in the minds of others. I once asked Gigi what she would do if the chairwoman made that offer. She said she would turn her down in the most polite of ways and promise she would never mention it to anyone, that she understands those needs. We're certain the chairwoman and the boss have never had any sexual connection. My wife has gone out of the way to avoid others from suspecting she and the chairwoman have become casual friends over the past several months. Both are open minded about sexual matters in conversation, but that's the extent of it.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I have tried to stop commenting on your avatars, but they are so intriguing, you size them to tantalize but rightly maintain anonymity.
It may be that Gigi, is not overly attracted to the chairwoman, but I like how she thinks with her head rather than let her libido take command as we men are apt to: even if the opportunity presents itself, sometimes it is better not to spread the risk in the workplace.
It may be that Gigi, is not overly attracted to the chairwoman, but I like how she thinks with her head rather than let her libido take command as we men are apt to: even if the opportunity presents itself, sometimes it is better not to spread the risk in the workplace.
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I left Charleston yesterday afternoon for the rest of my assignment in the Atlanta area and last night checked into a hotel a few blocks from our client’s offices. I will be here through Friday.
Gigi phoned my hotel room Wednesday morning at 5:35 to tell me how her night went with the dojo’s owner. It’s coming along nicely from my point of view. She and Jean, the pharmacy student her fuckbuddy Jack is dating, had intended to go out to dinner together tonight. Jean called my wife’s cell phone at work and they decided that my wife would pick up some Italian take-out and the two would instead have dinner at our home.
I turned on my pocket recorder for our conversation, but I doubt I needed it. I think I recalled almost everything she told me. Still naked, I sat up with my back to the headboard and slowly stroked my cock. Her telephone voice almost always brings my dick to attention. I most often don’t mention to her that I’m stroking when we talk by phone but she usually assumes, from long experience that I am.
Last night, she came home after work to pick up her gi (the typical dojo gear, consisting of loose-fitting pants and a jacket tied closed with a cloth belt) before going to the dojo. Like the dojo’s owner/master, most students’ gis are white. Hers, which she purchased online about a year ago, is a midnight blue, which has no particular meaning; it’s just different from most. The only other difference between her gi and most is that it’s a lighter, softer material than is typical, but she has since realized it could tear more easily. She has seen another woman a few times who showed up with a black outfit and a man who’s a regular wears a lighter blue. Gigi sewed on a breast patch she picked up from a hobby shop that displays the sun and several planets circling it, but that has no significance either other than that she has a passing interest in astronomy.
Tuesdays are study and exercise nights rather than physical training. Only five students were attending that night, and a long-timer volunteered to lead the others. Gigi sat with the dojo master in his back office as he explained the moves of an 18-year-old Hispanic student more experienced than my wife. He plans to pair them up for a competition sometime next week or the week after. At some point, his hand reached beneath his collar and he massaged his shoulder. He said his shoulder and back were sore from work he had been doing in his back office earlier that day.
As they finished up the review, Gigi said she was going to the shower area. The master told to wait and he would close up shop early and go back there with her. On three previous occasions, he sat on a wall’s bench and talked with her as she showered. There’s a reason for that.
As long as she can remember, my wife has harbored exhibitionist tendencies and I’m told most others do as well, just as most are voyeurs when the opportunities arise. She has found ways at times to show her naked body in the presence of others, a few men and a woman with who she once traveled on a business trip. The first time she recalls giving into that desire was when she was in high school. As a psychologist once told my wife, her fetish is a common social game.
I suspect most at this website know from experience how the game works. When the exhibitionist exposes himself or herself, each participant pretends they don’t notice it’s intended as a sexual exchange. But privately, the exhibitionist and voyeur are satisfying their hidden pleasures. Neither can be certain the other is enjoying that sexual pleasure, but most quietly get their rocks off on that interaction. Following my wife’s and his three previous sessions, she assumed this would be an ongoing practice between them.
She told me on the phone this morning she’s rethinking her previous comment that she had no interest in a sexual hookup with the dojo owner. Their private talk and time together in his office had an especially erotic effect on her. When their session wrapped up, she told him she would shower before leaving and invited him to join her in the shower room to continue their conversation. He looked up at his wall clock and said it was time to close anyway. He asked her to wait for him to usher the remaining students out and locked up.
He sat on the bench against the tiled wall as she removed her gi and set it alongside him. He was again rubbing his shoulder. She said, “I could give you a massage on your office couch if you want. I’m pretty good at that. Would you care to first join me in the shower with me to clean up?”
That area is an open shower with multiple shower-heads lining a tiled wall. Her description of the room reminds me the high school gym’s shower area from my school days but perhaps less than half as large.
Each removed their gis. On previous occasions when talking with her as she showered, his loose pants had obscured any hint of an erection. But as he pulled away his white pants, his dong sprang out straight and strong. I didn’t think to ask her for a description of his penis, but she commented he’s “plenty big.” I’m sure she would have added more about that if he was as large as her boss, but her throw-away comment elevated my excitation. I recalled a joke she once told her boss. He had just fucked her and asked if she had been serious when she told him during hot sex that she “loved” his big cock. She responded, “Do you know the difference between an ‘ooooh’ and an ‘aaaah?’ About three inches.” He rolled over laughing in bed and probably wondered which she moaned when I fucked her.
Of course, she told me about that. But for the next few days, I seriously wondered whether I was getting an “ooooh” or an “aaaah” before realizing it was no more than just a joke as she intended.
Her trainer didn’t seem to notice her widened eyes staring excitedly down to his stiff dick. Her pussy was creaming. He took her hand, led her to the shower and turned the handle. When the water seemed sufficiently warm, they soaped down and stood together beneath the spray.
Gigi offered to scrub his back. He turned about, his dick brushing against the flesh of a leg. Her sponge slid slowly along his back. She asked to turn about so she could “do his chest.” She nonchalantly edged her body closer to his until his dickhead was touching the mouth of her vagina.
As she sponge-soaped her body, the back of her hand casually stroked parts of his naked torso with the pretense it wasn’t deliberate. But his response clearly indicated he recognized her intent. His hips slowly moved closer to her groin until his shaft was firmly implanted beneath her groin, its upper side pressing securely against her shaved pussy.
She shivered at the sensation of his pulsating dick. They went on talking about whatever came to mind as if neither noticed the intimacy. Like their previous show-and-watch, it’s all a “pretend-it-isn’t-happening” game. Their voices tremored at times, and it was surely clear to each the other was aware of the moment’s intimacy.
Her sponge trailed lower down his body. She moved back a bit and wrapped her hand around his stick and softly soaped its breadth. He leaned against the tiled wall and his eyes rolled back. When she released his stiffy, he said, “You’re better at thorough cleaning than I am.”
She reminded him, “We can go back to your office for that massage if you want.” He promptly agreed. They rinsed away the suds and each dried off the other with her towel. She draped her towel across her shoulder and, with their gis in hand, they nakedly walked from the shower area to his back office. He said, “I’ve come to think of you as my favorite friend, but I had thought you may feel too young to feel the same way.” She looked up with a grin and joked, “I like older men because they've gotten used to life's disappointments. Which means they're ready for me.” He laughed and said, “Glad you feel that way.”
He pulled a sheet from an office closet, spread it onto his office’s couch and lay face down on the covered cushions. She flicked the wall switch to turn off the overhead florescent lights. His desk lamp provided the room’s only lighting. She began massaging his shaven scalp, moving down to his neck and shoulders. She dug her fingers deeply into his flesh and worked her way down to his legs and feet. She said, “I didn’t realize how muscular you are. I can force my hands and fingers deeper into my husband’s back and legs.” She pulled at a shoulder as a signal for him to turn onto his back.
Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed down to his staff, pointing straight up toward the ceiling. As she was massaging either a hip or leg - I’m unsure which - she allowed her arm to brush against his cock. His hips thrust slightly upward with each stroke. She gulped and wanted badly to wrap her hand around it and jerk him off but she wasn’t sure whether she could push it that far. She told me she would have sucked him off if she had the nerve to go that far.
I responded, “Well, maybe next time. I’m sure he wanted you to do just that.” She gasped in a climax. I hadn’t realized until that moment that she too was masturbating as she narrated all this to me.
She wrapped up her rubdown by carefully massaging his legs and turned away to pull on her gi. He thanked her and added, “You’re better than the masseur I sometimes go to.” She grinned and said, “My masseur was a good teacher.” They traded remarks of their massage salons as they dressed. She gave him a church-hug and thanked him for his time and interest in her training.
Their next session will be physical practice to demonstrate the 18-year-old opponent’s routines. Their office time earlier was a discussion of the guy’s standard, modus operandi. He had said, “He knows better than to stick to the same routine, but no one here has yet figured out his series is always the same. When you can anticipate each move, you should hold out longer with him.” He had told her she would probably still lose against the kid, but if she can stay vertical for another thirty or more seconds, she can be proud of that achievement.
He unlocked the front door to let her out and said, “I hope your husband doesn’t mind your showering with me.” She laughed at that and said, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. My doctor told me I needed to break a sweat once a day, so I told him I'd start lying to my husband.” With a satisfied grin, he said, “And you’re breaking a sweat here in more ways than one.”
She nodded, shot him a tight-lipped smile, and walked to her car without looking back. Her pussy was still steaming.
She glanced at her Mickey Mouse watch and realized she would be late getting to bed. She and I are typically asleep around 9:30 each night. She doesn’t need an alarm in the mornings. I don’t understand how, but her eyes pop open at almost exactly 5:30 every morning. She then nudges me awake for our morning exercise routines. I do fewer push-ups, chin-ups and sit-ups than she; she says she limits her numbers so she doesn’t end up with extreme build of one of the dojo’s women. She has said that woman’s appearance is impressive but she prefers a more “normal” body. On the other hand, I have envisaged what she would look like with bulging muscles like that and excitedly jerked off to the image.
She didn't realize until she was home that she had unintentionally left her bath towel in his office but said she would retrieve it when she returns to the dojo.
Tonight, perhaps at the time I’m writing this, she is to be with Jean at our home. She isn’t sure how late their get-together might last, so I was told not to expect to hear from her again until tomorrow morning. I requested she instead call me in the evening for the reason I’m leaving early to the client’s office.
If her night is interesting, I’ll record it here. I truly love the narratives of her experiences and trust at least a few here enjoy my re-telling those as well.
~ Des
Gigi phoned my hotel room Wednesday morning at 5:35 to tell me how her night went with the dojo’s owner. It’s coming along nicely from my point of view. She and Jean, the pharmacy student her fuckbuddy Jack is dating, had intended to go out to dinner together tonight. Jean called my wife’s cell phone at work and they decided that my wife would pick up some Italian take-out and the two would instead have dinner at our home.
I turned on my pocket recorder for our conversation, but I doubt I needed it. I think I recalled almost everything she told me. Still naked, I sat up with my back to the headboard and slowly stroked my cock. Her telephone voice almost always brings my dick to attention. I most often don’t mention to her that I’m stroking when we talk by phone but she usually assumes, from long experience that I am.
Last night, she came home after work to pick up her gi (the typical dojo gear, consisting of loose-fitting pants and a jacket tied closed with a cloth belt) before going to the dojo. Like the dojo’s owner/master, most students’ gis are white. Hers, which she purchased online about a year ago, is a midnight blue, which has no particular meaning; it’s just different from most. The only other difference between her gi and most is that it’s a lighter, softer material than is typical, but she has since realized it could tear more easily. She has seen another woman a few times who showed up with a black outfit and a man who’s a regular wears a lighter blue. Gigi sewed on a breast patch she picked up from a hobby shop that displays the sun and several planets circling it, but that has no significance either other than that she has a passing interest in astronomy.
Tuesdays are study and exercise nights rather than physical training. Only five students were attending that night, and a long-timer volunteered to lead the others. Gigi sat with the dojo master in his back office as he explained the moves of an 18-year-old Hispanic student more experienced than my wife. He plans to pair them up for a competition sometime next week or the week after. At some point, his hand reached beneath his collar and he massaged his shoulder. He said his shoulder and back were sore from work he had been doing in his back office earlier that day.
As they finished up the review, Gigi said she was going to the shower area. The master told to wait and he would close up shop early and go back there with her. On three previous occasions, he sat on a wall’s bench and talked with her as she showered. There’s a reason for that.
As long as she can remember, my wife has harbored exhibitionist tendencies and I’m told most others do as well, just as most are voyeurs when the opportunities arise. She has found ways at times to show her naked body in the presence of others, a few men and a woman with who she once traveled on a business trip. The first time she recalls giving into that desire was when she was in high school. As a psychologist once told my wife, her fetish is a common social game.
I suspect most at this website know from experience how the game works. When the exhibitionist exposes himself or herself, each participant pretends they don’t notice it’s intended as a sexual exchange. But privately, the exhibitionist and voyeur are satisfying their hidden pleasures. Neither can be certain the other is enjoying that sexual pleasure, but most quietly get their rocks off on that interaction. Following my wife’s and his three previous sessions, she assumed this would be an ongoing practice between them.
She told me on the phone this morning she’s rethinking her previous comment that she had no interest in a sexual hookup with the dojo owner. Their private talk and time together in his office had an especially erotic effect on her. When their session wrapped up, she told him she would shower before leaving and invited him to join her in the shower room to continue their conversation. He looked up at his wall clock and said it was time to close anyway. He asked her to wait for him to usher the remaining students out and locked up.
He sat on the bench against the tiled wall as she removed her gi and set it alongside him. He was again rubbing his shoulder. She said, “I could give you a massage on your office couch if you want. I’m pretty good at that. Would you care to first join me in the shower with me to clean up?”
That area is an open shower with multiple shower-heads lining a tiled wall. Her description of the room reminds me the high school gym’s shower area from my school days but perhaps less than half as large.
Each removed their gis. On previous occasions when talking with her as she showered, his loose pants had obscured any hint of an erection. But as he pulled away his white pants, his dong sprang out straight and strong. I didn’t think to ask her for a description of his penis, but she commented he’s “plenty big.” I’m sure she would have added more about that if he was as large as her boss, but her throw-away comment elevated my excitation. I recalled a joke she once told her boss. He had just fucked her and asked if she had been serious when she told him during hot sex that she “loved” his big cock. She responded, “Do you know the difference between an ‘ooooh’ and an ‘aaaah?’ About three inches.” He rolled over laughing in bed and probably wondered which she moaned when I fucked her.
Of course, she told me about that. But for the next few days, I seriously wondered whether I was getting an “ooooh” or an “aaaah” before realizing it was no more than just a joke as she intended.
Her trainer didn’t seem to notice her widened eyes staring excitedly down to his stiff dick. Her pussy was creaming. He took her hand, led her to the shower and turned the handle. When the water seemed sufficiently warm, they soaped down and stood together beneath the spray.
Gigi offered to scrub his back. He turned about, his dick brushing against the flesh of a leg. Her sponge slid slowly along his back. She asked to turn about so she could “do his chest.” She nonchalantly edged her body closer to his until his dickhead was touching the mouth of her vagina.
As she sponge-soaped her body, the back of her hand casually stroked parts of his naked torso with the pretense it wasn’t deliberate. But his response clearly indicated he recognized her intent. His hips slowly moved closer to her groin until his shaft was firmly implanted beneath her groin, its upper side pressing securely against her shaved pussy.
She shivered at the sensation of his pulsating dick. They went on talking about whatever came to mind as if neither noticed the intimacy. Like their previous show-and-watch, it’s all a “pretend-it-isn’t-happening” game. Their voices tremored at times, and it was surely clear to each the other was aware of the moment’s intimacy.
Her sponge trailed lower down his body. She moved back a bit and wrapped her hand around his stick and softly soaped its breadth. He leaned against the tiled wall and his eyes rolled back. When she released his stiffy, he said, “You’re better at thorough cleaning than I am.”
She reminded him, “We can go back to your office for that massage if you want.” He promptly agreed. They rinsed away the suds and each dried off the other with her towel. She draped her towel across her shoulder and, with their gis in hand, they nakedly walked from the shower area to his back office. He said, “I’ve come to think of you as my favorite friend, but I had thought you may feel too young to feel the same way.” She looked up with a grin and joked, “I like older men because they've gotten used to life's disappointments. Which means they're ready for me.” He laughed and said, “Glad you feel that way.”
He pulled a sheet from an office closet, spread it onto his office’s couch and lay face down on the covered cushions. She flicked the wall switch to turn off the overhead florescent lights. His desk lamp provided the room’s only lighting. She began massaging his shaven scalp, moving down to his neck and shoulders. She dug her fingers deeply into his flesh and worked her way down to his legs and feet. She said, “I didn’t realize how muscular you are. I can force my hands and fingers deeper into my husband’s back and legs.” She pulled at a shoulder as a signal for him to turn onto his back.
Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed down to his staff, pointing straight up toward the ceiling. As she was massaging either a hip or leg - I’m unsure which - she allowed her arm to brush against his cock. His hips thrust slightly upward with each stroke. She gulped and wanted badly to wrap her hand around it and jerk him off but she wasn’t sure whether she could push it that far. She told me she would have sucked him off if she had the nerve to go that far.
I responded, “Well, maybe next time. I’m sure he wanted you to do just that.” She gasped in a climax. I hadn’t realized until that moment that she too was masturbating as she narrated all this to me.
She wrapped up her rubdown by carefully massaging his legs and turned away to pull on her gi. He thanked her and added, “You’re better than the masseur I sometimes go to.” She grinned and said, “My masseur was a good teacher.” They traded remarks of their massage salons as they dressed. She gave him a church-hug and thanked him for his time and interest in her training.
Their next session will be physical practice to demonstrate the 18-year-old opponent’s routines. Their office time earlier was a discussion of the guy’s standard, modus operandi. He had said, “He knows better than to stick to the same routine, but no one here has yet figured out his series is always the same. When you can anticipate each move, you should hold out longer with him.” He had told her she would probably still lose against the kid, but if she can stay vertical for another thirty or more seconds, she can be proud of that achievement.
He unlocked the front door to let her out and said, “I hope your husband doesn’t mind your showering with me.” She laughed at that and said, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. My doctor told me I needed to break a sweat once a day, so I told him I'd start lying to my husband.” With a satisfied grin, he said, “And you’re breaking a sweat here in more ways than one.”
She nodded, shot him a tight-lipped smile, and walked to her car without looking back. Her pussy was still steaming.
She glanced at her Mickey Mouse watch and realized she would be late getting to bed. She and I are typically asleep around 9:30 each night. She doesn’t need an alarm in the mornings. I don’t understand how, but her eyes pop open at almost exactly 5:30 every morning. She then nudges me awake for our morning exercise routines. I do fewer push-ups, chin-ups and sit-ups than she; she says she limits her numbers so she doesn’t end up with extreme build of one of the dojo’s women. She has said that woman’s appearance is impressive but she prefers a more “normal” body. On the other hand, I have envisaged what she would look like with bulging muscles like that and excitedly jerked off to the image.
She didn't realize until she was home that she had unintentionally left her bath towel in his office but said she would retrieve it when she returns to the dojo.
Tonight, perhaps at the time I’m writing this, she is to be with Jean at our home. She isn’t sure how late their get-together might last, so I was told not to expect to hear from her again until tomorrow morning. I requested she instead call me in the evening for the reason I’m leaving early to the client’s office.
If her night is interesting, I’ll record it here. I truly love the narratives of her experiences and trust at least a few here enjoy my re-telling those as well.
~ Des
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Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des,
I could listen/read about the stories of you and your wife, Gigi, all day long!!! I fully understand the dynamics of the physical attraction between them in the dojo!! Brings back very good memories! Please let us know what Gigi has to say tomorrow morning, whether you think it is exciting or not!!!
I'm sure a lot of us will find it very interesting!!!! It would be interesting if she developed a regular woman lover. It shouldn't take long to get to watch them play and maybe, just maybe, you might get an invite to join in to play dentist and fill some cavities!!! 
Rascal
I could listen/read about the stories of you and your wife, Gigi, all day long!!! I fully understand the dynamics of the physical attraction between them in the dojo!! Brings back very good memories! Please let us know what Gigi has to say tomorrow morning, whether you think it is exciting or not!!!
I'm sure a lot of us will find it very interesting!!!! It would be interesting if she developed a regular woman lover. It shouldn't take long to get to watch them play and maybe, just maybe, you might get an invite to join in to play dentist and fill some cavities!!! Rascal
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Interesting development. I can't believe it didn't go further. I'm surprised he didn't make a move because all signs pointed towards making a move. We know now he isn't gay. Students are forbidden fruit but I doubt he'll be able to resist. If he was going to resist he would have never watched her in the first place. Maybe he's confused about her intentions thinking there is no way it's what it is but there must be another explanation...
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I would like it too if she and Jean become regulars. I haven't yet heard how it went Thursday evening but anticipate she will phone about that tonight if she isn't late in getting home. She said she might be. I'm flying out tomorrow morning. If she can't phone because of time, I'll get all the particulars Saturday afternoon.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Thu Mar 05, 2020 10:53 pmDes,
I could listen/read about the stories of you and your wife, Gigi, all day long!!! I fully understand the dynamics of the physical attraction between them in the dojo!! Brings back very good memories! Please let us know what Gigi has to say tomorrow morning, whether you think it is exciting or not!!!
Rascal
She received a call this week from Beau's mother. They invited us down a weekend before their son's Spring break. We plan to take that Friday off work and spend two nights at their place. His mom said Beau will spend Spring break with them and asked if she would be interested in coming down a night or two to stay with him at that time. She didn't commit to it but is thinking that over.
Thanks for writing, Rascal. I'll get to that other message I promised tonight or tomorrow. I was out late last night with our clients and had more drinks than would be normal for me in almost any month. (Which means only three, but that's two more than my ordinary limit. I'm not a good alcohol guy, but I occasionally have to do that with clients to be sociable.) At least, I stayed up another 20 minutes to type in my wife's narrative above.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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ericsacto
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Wow. I'm very impressed at her self-control for not reaching down to push his dick inside her when it was at the mouth of her vagina.Des 31 wrote: ↑Thu Mar 05, 2020 5:31 pmHer trainer didn’t seem to notice her widened eyes staring excitedly down to his stiff dick. Her pussy was creaming. He took her hand, led her to the shower and turned the handle. When the water seemed sufficiently warm, they soaped down and stood together beneath the spray.
Gigi offered to scrub his back. He turned about, his dick brushing against the flesh of a leg. Her sponge slid slowly along his back. She asked to turn about so she could “do his chest.” She nonchalantly edged her body closer to his until his dickhead was touching the mouth of her vagina.
As she sponge-soaped her body, the back of her hand casually stroked parts of his naked torso with the pretense it wasn’t deliberate. But his response clearly indicated he recognized her intent. His hips slowly moved closer to her groin until his shaft was firmly implanted beneath her groin, its upper side pressing securely against her shaved pussy.
She shivered at the sensation of his pulsating dick. They went on talking about whatever came to mind as if neither noticed the intimacy. Like their previous show-and-watch, it’s all a “pretend-it-isn’t-happening” game. Their voices tremored at times, and it was surely clear to each the other was aware of the moment’s intimacy.
Her sponge trailed lower down his body. She moved back a bit and wrapped her hand around his stick and softly soaped its breadth. He leaned against the tiled wall and his eyes rolled back. When she released his stiffy, he said, “You’re better at thorough cleaning than I am.”
~ Des
So it's no longer a matter of "if" but "when".
Her next visit should be interesting. Please keep us posted on any developments.
Again, thanks for continuing to share Gigi's adventures with us.
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samlowen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I don't recall in any of these adventures where Gigi has gotten her hands on a cock and then left the guy with an erection, wanting more. I wonder how the instructor's concentration for his everyday life is doing right now. I'd be lost, daydreaming about the shower and the massage, yearning for the next class.
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I have imagined Gigi coming home from a date as Amy Wilson and adopting almost a chaste persona, denying you, and asking what sort of girl to you take me for! Sorry for my leap into fantasy, but keeping up with the rich tapestry of your life is exhilarating, especially for folk like me feel who have somehow missed out, although there is something special between Gigi and you, as you have ridden above the pitfalls that have tainted some hw relationships.
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The latest shower episode with the master is an enthralling example of how playfully Gigi organizes her assignations, I bet she was tempted to take it to completion but not going all the way adds to the fun. Will the master finally live up to his name and take command. I would assume she discourages any rough stuff as it never has been a feature in your thread.
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hey des,
Thanks to your answers to my questions.
You certainly live in a very liberal area, How does the chairwomen woman handle her living with another women lawyer, is she out in the open about her relationship? Being from a banking background, I found that banking is a ultra conservative job. So to have a lady chairwomen to be a lesbian
out of the closet would be very unusual. Not to say it is a butch of prudes, its just secret society. 
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Thanks to your answers to my questions.
You certainly live in a very liberal area, How does the chairwomen woman handle her living with another women lawyer, is she out in the open about her relationship? Being from a banking background, I found that banking is a ultra conservative job. So to have a lady chairwomen to be a lesbian
out of the closet would be very unusual. Not to say it is a butch of prudes, its just secret society. 6
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
6,
" Not to say it is a butch of prudes, its just secret society. " Interesting choice of that word or was it a Freudian slip???? hahaha
Rascal
" Not to say it is a butch of prudes, its just secret society.
" Interesting choice of that word or was it a Freudian slip???? hahahaRascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
That's a good definition. It may be unofficial, but it really is a secret society. My wife is an honorary member (and I like that). In certain ways, the members even have various words and signals that only those like them would understand. My wife knows all of those.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Fri Mar 06, 2020 3:20 pm6,
" Not to say it is a butch of prudes, its just secret society.
Rascal
Few, if any, outside that sisterhood recognize the members as bi or lesbian unless their social behavior is outside what most consider to be the norms. Two people of the same sex living together isn't considered by the general population as being a same-sexual indication. Beau and jack, as examples, room together and neither is gay or bisexual (or at the least not yet), but instead just two guys who are sharing the rent.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
My wife picked me up at the airport, so I’m back home. As we fucked this morning, I learned a lot had come about in my absence but I have a half hour or so for at least a partial update here before Gigi and I go out for the afternoon. I’m becoming accustomed to calling her that now. She said she likes the nickname but so far I’m the only one using that. I turned on our bedside recorder as she began telling me of her activities while I was away. She seduced (somewhat) her jiu jitsu teacher and her newest friend Jean, so I may not get to both here in the time I have ‘til she’s ready to leave.
First, there was her most recent night at the dojo, which she said has been her best so far when practice-sparring with the dojo master. She’s better at control-escapes to get free from an opponent and thinks she will do better with other avoidance moves the next time she works with the sensei. She stayed until near closing time when his other students had departed. The owner turned to her, saying they could then go to the shower, and locked the front doors. His storefront windows are covered with black adhesive plaques, so no one on the outer walkway can see inside even with the gym-lights on but he turned those out anyway.
My wife suggested that, before heading for the showers, she massaged him on his back-office couch so she could use her oils she had brought in her bag. He spread a sheet over the couch cushions and each removed their gis. She turned off the overhead lights, oiled her hands and rubbed him down as he lay on his stomach. She said her favorite rubbing-part is his shaved head, which she considers somewhat large for his well-formed body. I had once met him when visiting his place with her but hadn’t at the time noticed that feature.
When he turned onto his back, his blood-engorged dick stood like a flag pole and depicted by Gigi as having a barely noticeable upward curve. She had before mentioned to me on the phone it was “plenty big” but hadn’t then offered a detailed description. As she stroked my stick in bed, I asked what that had meant. She smiled deviously and said, “I mean ‘really’ big. Very close to my boss.” She has experienced a variety of dicks, but any of that dimension isn’t a common happening for her. My shaft leaped at hearing that and I shuddered and whimpered at the mental image. His shaft has a suntanned-like tone with a broad dickhead she says is the color of a dark crimson shade. As at their previous encounter, her eyes were locked onto his cock as she massaged his scalp and worked her way down his chest.
As she went on, I realized I hadn’t noticed several features about him when I had met him at the dojo. She said, “He stands straight, like a military bearing, but his big shaved head often tilts forward. That and his long bear-sized arms give me the image of a large ape. His feet are large and a bit wide and I asked his shoe size. I wasn’t surprised when he said, ’13-wide.’ He laughed when I told him I liked working on those big feet.”
Her pussy pulsed as she kneaded the muscled legs but her gaze was on his dick and she was somewhat startled when she glanced up and realized he was watching her fascination with his penis. Her warm hand hovered above his cock and she raised her eyebrows questioningly as if to ask, “Should I?” He nodded an apparent “yes” and she gripped his shaft, stroking it slowly. The effect of his firm, fleshy stalk in her hand was electrifying and she imagined her heated cunt melting like molten metal. He groaned, “Oh yeah, please.” Limned in the faint glow of his desk lamp, his oiled cock glistened in her fist. Her breath quickened. Each moaned and shivered in the sensual moment.
As she recalled each detail for me, her lust had risen to the magnitude of my own. She was hot, tremoring and sniveling as she went on with her narrative. She whimpered, “I’m so hot telling you all this. Please fuck me.” I was stone-hard and complied, parting her long legs and guiding my cock into the depth of her wet cunt. She whined, “It gets better, honey. Oh god, I want his big hard cock inside me so bad. I hope it’s soon. Your wife is such a whore.” I told her I didn’t think of her as a whore but instead is just what I want her to be. Tears filled her eyes. She wrapped her arms about my neck, kissing me repeatedly as she carried on with her account of the night. Her warm cunt pulsed and tightened around my shaft.
She wanted to crawl atop him but feared he might resist going that far. She gripped the base of his cock tightly leaned forward to take it in her widely opened mouth. Her lips and tongue slid down onto his shaft as far as she could take it. She backed off a bit when, with each bob of her head, his cockhead bumped against the back of her throat. Then her rhythm became comfortably steady. She clamped her mouth tightly onto his python. Her long tongue trailed like a scout, sliding along the underside of his dick with each withdrawing motion. He uttered sensual groans as her head’s locomotion increased in speed. My hot wife was delirious as she sucked his fat pop-sickle.
I was hot and ejaculated into her tunnel at that moment and my accompanying groans sounded pitiful when I replayed it on the recorder. She didn’t climax but spasmed and moaned as I spurted, then went on with her story.
She estimated her mouth was suctioning his cock for some five minutes until he bellowed a warning he was about to cum. And then he was cumming loud and hard. She pressed her hands against his stomach and a leg and swallowed as his semen rocketed into her mouth. He spread his arms wide and sighed as she sucked, draining the last droplets. He reached to run his fingers through her hair and murmured, “That was amazing. How did you get that good at this?”
She composed herself, licked her lips and said with a grin, “I learned a dick’s like a Rubic’s Cube. The longer you play with them, the harder they get.”
He chuckled and responded, “You’re practiced. I guess you do that for your husband a lot.” Rather than answering as if his remark was a question, she grinned and joked, “Just for you. He once asked why I never blink during foreplay. I told him I didn’t have time.” That isn’t true, but he burst out in laughter and said, “Then I’m a lucky friend.”
She said, “Now I’m ready for that shower.” She pulled a towel from her bag and walked ahead of him to the tiled shower room. He turned to her and said, “ You’ve been in my thoughts long before this and I had been worried my size might scare you if it ever actually came to this.” She squeezed his hand and said, “I wasn’t scared. I like it.”
His dick had somewhat deflated but still felt fat and full as she soaped his chest under the water’s spray. Her composure had returned with her normal confident manner. She washed his dick, which returned to half staff, and joked, “Hope you aren’t tired of me after one time.” He said, “Can’t wait til next time whenever that may be.”
That might be a problem. She told him her schedules and the demands on her are tight. After the competition match-up with the 18-year-old, she won’t be able to come to the studio as often as she has this week. She told him she could attend about once every month or two as in the past. He seemed disappointed and she offered, “My husband’s working late next Wednesday night. Why not come over to our home and show me some more moves?”
He brightened up at that. In the event he might be concerned about me, she assured him her husband always phones if he’s about to leave the office for home. She said, “Even if he rolled into the driveway for the first time ever without calling, it takes him five minutes to get from his car into the house.”
She told me she had planned to tell me to find something to do away from home that night, but he counter-offered. He said, “My place would be better. I have a martial arts mat for us practice on in my bedroom.” He wrote down the address and she agreed to meet him at his home after work around 4:30. His bookkeeper will handle classes that night. I told her it was interesting he mentioned his bedroom. She smiled and said, “I didn’t think you would have noticed that. He knows I understood his comment to mean a different sort of ‘practice.’ I don’t think his and my conversations will be as subtle about our interests or intentions from now on.”
I hope she’s right and her sensei finally gets around to fucking her brains out. She’s ready and I suspect he is too.
She segwayed into what happened Friday night, when her new buddy Jean was here at our home with my wife. The two had already had sex in the woman’s RV as written here before.
But here's a twist ~ My wife's ready to leave so I'll need to add that later. She mentioned this morning that she is thinking about cutting back on her dates to once a month. I asked how she can do that, considering there's more than one guy she sees, not to mention her boss, and now potentially the dojo owner. She laughed and said, "No, I mean once a month for each. That might be like my being out a night each week. I'm just thinking about it now and I would need to do some scheduling." That was funny to me but I told her I liked that.
I need to go. Maybe I got carried away with too much detail over the past few minutes, so I couldn't get in her night with Jean on Friday through early this morning. Will return here tonight or sometime tomorrow, dependent upon what Gigi may be doing.
~ Des
First, there was her most recent night at the dojo, which she said has been her best so far when practice-sparring with the dojo master. She’s better at control-escapes to get free from an opponent and thinks she will do better with other avoidance moves the next time she works with the sensei. She stayed until near closing time when his other students had departed. The owner turned to her, saying they could then go to the shower, and locked the front doors. His storefront windows are covered with black adhesive plaques, so no one on the outer walkway can see inside even with the gym-lights on but he turned those out anyway.
My wife suggested that, before heading for the showers, she massaged him on his back-office couch so she could use her oils she had brought in her bag. He spread a sheet over the couch cushions and each removed their gis. She turned off the overhead lights, oiled her hands and rubbed him down as he lay on his stomach. She said her favorite rubbing-part is his shaved head, which she considers somewhat large for his well-formed body. I had once met him when visiting his place with her but hadn’t at the time noticed that feature.
When he turned onto his back, his blood-engorged dick stood like a flag pole and depicted by Gigi as having a barely noticeable upward curve. She had before mentioned to me on the phone it was “plenty big” but hadn’t then offered a detailed description. As she stroked my stick in bed, I asked what that had meant. She smiled deviously and said, “I mean ‘really’ big. Very close to my boss.” She has experienced a variety of dicks, but any of that dimension isn’t a common happening for her. My shaft leaped at hearing that and I shuddered and whimpered at the mental image. His shaft has a suntanned-like tone with a broad dickhead she says is the color of a dark crimson shade. As at their previous encounter, her eyes were locked onto his cock as she massaged his scalp and worked her way down his chest.
As she went on, I realized I hadn’t noticed several features about him when I had met him at the dojo. She said, “He stands straight, like a military bearing, but his big shaved head often tilts forward. That and his long bear-sized arms give me the image of a large ape. His feet are large and a bit wide and I asked his shoe size. I wasn’t surprised when he said, ’13-wide.’ He laughed when I told him I liked working on those big feet.”
Her pussy pulsed as she kneaded the muscled legs but her gaze was on his dick and she was somewhat startled when she glanced up and realized he was watching her fascination with his penis. Her warm hand hovered above his cock and she raised her eyebrows questioningly as if to ask, “Should I?” He nodded an apparent “yes” and she gripped his shaft, stroking it slowly. The effect of his firm, fleshy stalk in her hand was electrifying and she imagined her heated cunt melting like molten metal. He groaned, “Oh yeah, please.” Limned in the faint glow of his desk lamp, his oiled cock glistened in her fist. Her breath quickened. Each moaned and shivered in the sensual moment.
As she recalled each detail for me, her lust had risen to the magnitude of my own. She was hot, tremoring and sniveling as she went on with her narrative. She whimpered, “I’m so hot telling you all this. Please fuck me.” I was stone-hard and complied, parting her long legs and guiding my cock into the depth of her wet cunt. She whined, “It gets better, honey. Oh god, I want his big hard cock inside me so bad. I hope it’s soon. Your wife is such a whore.” I told her I didn’t think of her as a whore but instead is just what I want her to be. Tears filled her eyes. She wrapped her arms about my neck, kissing me repeatedly as she carried on with her account of the night. Her warm cunt pulsed and tightened around my shaft.
She wanted to crawl atop him but feared he might resist going that far. She gripped the base of his cock tightly leaned forward to take it in her widely opened mouth. Her lips and tongue slid down onto his shaft as far as she could take it. She backed off a bit when, with each bob of her head, his cockhead bumped against the back of her throat. Then her rhythm became comfortably steady. She clamped her mouth tightly onto his python. Her long tongue trailed like a scout, sliding along the underside of his dick with each withdrawing motion. He uttered sensual groans as her head’s locomotion increased in speed. My hot wife was delirious as she sucked his fat pop-sickle.
I was hot and ejaculated into her tunnel at that moment and my accompanying groans sounded pitiful when I replayed it on the recorder. She didn’t climax but spasmed and moaned as I spurted, then went on with her story.
She estimated her mouth was suctioning his cock for some five minutes until he bellowed a warning he was about to cum. And then he was cumming loud and hard. She pressed her hands against his stomach and a leg and swallowed as his semen rocketed into her mouth. He spread his arms wide and sighed as she sucked, draining the last droplets. He reached to run his fingers through her hair and murmured, “That was amazing. How did you get that good at this?”
She composed herself, licked her lips and said with a grin, “I learned a dick’s like a Rubic’s Cube. The longer you play with them, the harder they get.”
He chuckled and responded, “You’re practiced. I guess you do that for your husband a lot.” Rather than answering as if his remark was a question, she grinned and joked, “Just for you. He once asked why I never blink during foreplay. I told him I didn’t have time.” That isn’t true, but he burst out in laughter and said, “Then I’m a lucky friend.”
She said, “Now I’m ready for that shower.” She pulled a towel from her bag and walked ahead of him to the tiled shower room. He turned to her and said, “ You’ve been in my thoughts long before this and I had been worried my size might scare you if it ever actually came to this.” She squeezed his hand and said, “I wasn’t scared. I like it.”
His dick had somewhat deflated but still felt fat and full as she soaped his chest under the water’s spray. Her composure had returned with her normal confident manner. She washed his dick, which returned to half staff, and joked, “Hope you aren’t tired of me after one time.” He said, “Can’t wait til next time whenever that may be.”
That might be a problem. She told him her schedules and the demands on her are tight. After the competition match-up with the 18-year-old, she won’t be able to come to the studio as often as she has this week. She told him she could attend about once every month or two as in the past. He seemed disappointed and she offered, “My husband’s working late next Wednesday night. Why not come over to our home and show me some more moves?”
He brightened up at that. In the event he might be concerned about me, she assured him her husband always phones if he’s about to leave the office for home. She said, “Even if he rolled into the driveway for the first time ever without calling, it takes him five minutes to get from his car into the house.”
She told me she had planned to tell me to find something to do away from home that night, but he counter-offered. He said, “My place would be better. I have a martial arts mat for us practice on in my bedroom.” He wrote down the address and she agreed to meet him at his home after work around 4:30. His bookkeeper will handle classes that night. I told her it was interesting he mentioned his bedroom. She smiled and said, “I didn’t think you would have noticed that. He knows I understood his comment to mean a different sort of ‘practice.’ I don’t think his and my conversations will be as subtle about our interests or intentions from now on.”
I hope she’s right and her sensei finally gets around to fucking her brains out. She’s ready and I suspect he is too.
She segwayed into what happened Friday night, when her new buddy Jean was here at our home with my wife. The two had already had sex in the woman’s RV as written here before.
But here's a twist ~ My wife's ready to leave so I'll need to add that later. She mentioned this morning that she is thinking about cutting back on her dates to once a month. I asked how she can do that, considering there's more than one guy she sees, not to mention her boss, and now potentially the dojo owner. She laughed and said, "No, I mean once a month for each. That might be like my being out a night each week. I'm just thinking about it now and I would need to do some scheduling." That was funny to me but I told her I liked that.
I need to go. Maybe I got carried away with too much detail over the past few minutes, so I couldn't get in her night with Jean on Friday through early this morning. Will return here tonight or sometime tomorrow, dependent upon what Gigi may be doing.
~ Des
Last edited by Des 31 on Sat Mar 07, 2020 9:56 am, edited 1 time in total.
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
For once, you have had a vocabulary failure!!!! She is definitely NOT an honorary member!!!! She is a full fledged member!!! And after this time with Jean, she may well become the Sgt At Arms for the sorority!!!! I could see her doing quite well with Boss's wife, the boat owner's wife, Beau's mom, the secretary they share at work and finally the Chair of the BOD!!! All of them will give her male lovers a lot of competition for her hot pussy!!!!!Des 31 wrote: ↑Sat Mar 07, 2020 3:03 amThat's a good definition. It may be unofficial, but it really is a secret society. My wife is an honorary member (and I like that). In certain ways, the members even have various words and signals that only those like them would understand. My wife knows all of those.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Fri Mar 06, 2020 3:20 pm6,
" Not to say it is a butch of prudes, its just secret society.
Rascal
~ Des
Loved the update!!! Much more sexy with your italicized additions about your sex while she tells her story!!!! Again, you are one very lucky dude!!!! I wish I could take a couple of falls with her myself!!!!! I think I'd let her hurt me!!!!
Looking forward to your next update about Jean and what will happen tonight!!!
Rascal
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des - that is insanely hot! Spare no detail!!! The thought of Gigi with a huge cock in her mouth and a wet throbbing pussy just made my day. Also, we're going to know more about how much she likes big cocks. I think she's coming to terms with just how much she likes them big. We'll find out how big her orgasms are and if they rival boss man. I certainly hope he knows how to use his big equipment well.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Thank you Des for your well written stories of our wife's amazing adventures. So hot!
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I have often wondered the mechanics of how a woman progresses from early meetings to indicating to a man that she is willing to be fucked, I suspect that a guy who is not in the lifestyle may hesitate before making the first move.
Gigi's relating her progression with the master answers some of that mystery, I doubt there would have been much development without your wife making the right moves, and at the same time not leaving clues for others in the room not to pick up on.
Would be lovely to be the recipient of her exhibitionist tendencies.
Gigi's relating her progression with the master answers some of that mystery, I doubt there would have been much development without your wife making the right moves, and at the same time not leaving clues for others in the room not to pick up on.
Would be lovely to be the recipient of her exhibitionist tendencies.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des writes
As we fucked this morning:
What a wife you have, meeting you at the airport, and reviving you with a morning fuck.
I love Gigi's willingness to welcomes you into her holy of hollies, I was going to call it the Spring retreat, but then you're a man for all seasons! A good time to fill you in on her meeting with Jean, another tender morsel that I eagerly wait your account
I hope you don't feel I'm trivializing your skillful narrative, I savour every paragraph.
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As we fucked this morning:
What a wife you have, meeting you at the airport, and reviving you with a morning fuck.
I love Gigi's willingness to welcomes you into her holy of hollies, I was going to call it the Spring retreat, but then you're a man for all seasons! A good time to fill you in on her meeting with Jean, another tender morsel that I eagerly wait your account
I hope you don't feel I'm trivializing your skillful narrative, I savour every paragraph.
.
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Continued – My wife was unusually lively during my week’s absence. I hadn’t time to add Friday’s event to Saturday afternoon’s post. Gigi had invited Jack’s married girlfriend Jean to our home, and she arrived late Friday afternoon as dark approached.
On her way home from work, my wife picked up Italian take-out, of which each ate only about a fourth of each portion when Jean suggested they go out to a lesbian bar located about a mile out of town. Gigi had been in the place twice two or three years ago but was hesitant this time. She expressed concern that some employee or customer at her bank might be there and recognize her, which circumstance could lead to complications. Jean reminded her that wouldn’t matter for the reason the lounge is often visited by straight women and an occasional couple who enjoy talking with bi and lesbian customers. She said the two of them could say they’re just straight women wanting to do something offbeat for the night.
As it turned out, neither spotted anyone they knew. The place was busy as always and she and Jean sat at a table next to five women whose ages ran from their early twenties to perhaps early fifties. Gigi and Jean had had woman-woman sex in the woman's RV the night of their foursome with their fuckbuddies Jack and Beau. Over beers, Jean opined Gigi was clearly experienced with women and asked about her bi background. She responded, “That began in my senior high school year. I’ll tell you about it later when we’re back at my home.” Jean reached across the table and stroked my wife’s hand as they talked. Gigi looked about to make certain no one was watching and leaned across the table to kiss the woman on her lips.
Jean is a 27-year-old pharmacy student in her last year at the same university attended by Beau and Jack. I have yet to meet her but she’s described as “cute” and some six inches shorter than my 5’11” wife. A small tattoo of “H2O” is etched on a hand; Gigi recognized it as the symbol for water and asked her reason for that. She responded, “I consider that the most important pharmaceutical composition,” which I guess makes some sense for a pharmacy student. She has dark, shoulder-length hair as does Gigi.
A woman who seemed the oldest of the group at the adjoining table glanced over to them, said something to the others and came over to Gigi’s table. My wife judged the attractive brunette as around 50 or so, with a engaging Southern accent that’s more common in Gigi’s home town than in our area. My wife noticed the woman’s wedding ring and assumed this was a bi-lady out for fun.
The woman gave her name as Alex, asked if the two lived in the area and chatted a couple of minutes. She said, “We’re having a party at one of our friend’s home when we leave here in a few minutes. Would you care to join us?” Gigi and Jean glanced to the other. Jean shrugged an “It’s-up-to-you” gesture. Gigi said, “We’re tied up later tonight, but I could to take your name and number if you don’t mind. We might be available another evening.” The woman said, “Sure,” reached into he purse, pulled out an imprinted card and handed it to my wife. She added, “I would like to get to know you both. I work days, but call me at home any night.”
When the woman returned to the group’s table, Gigi said, “I might be interested in that sometime if you’ll go with me.” Jean grinned and said, “I’m always up for new adventures. I haven’t before been with a group.”
They left the bar and Gigi drove Jean to our home. On the way, Jean’s trucker husband phoned her cell phone from somewhere on the West coast outside Mission Viejo. She told him she was out for a drink with a female friend she recently met. He said he should be home Monday and was taking off from work for three days. Before clicking off the call, she responded with a “Love you too. I’m looking forward to those few days together. Let’s go camping.” He told her to have fun ‘til he gets home.” She and her husband don’t openly admit to affairs when apart, but that unspoken arrangement works for them.
As they sat together on our living room couch, Jean reminded my wife of her question about how she came to be bi. Gigi laughed and said, “That’s probably hard to believe. I was in a high school lesbian club.” She went on to tell about her transferring to a new school in her senior year and her induction into the FLAG Bunch. Like other students and teachers, she had assumed the five-member girls’ club was no more than a private social group until the night she was invited to join. Gigi is exceptional with descriptive details when telling about her sexual exploits. As she told Jean about that first night (well-covered elsewhere in this thread), Jean gasped, “That’s so fucking hot. Tell me more.”
Gigi asked her to follow her to the kitchen for a couple of soft drinks. She stopped the woman as they turned the corner from the living room,. She turned and braced her hands onto the wall at each side of Jean’s head. She leaned to kiss the woman’s trembling lips. They embraced and each hurriedly removed the other’s clothing. Gigi’s hands trailed down Jean’s naked body as she knelt to munch her muff. Her tongue swirled about the woman’s moist clitoris. Jean cried out, ”Oh god, yes! I want you.”
My wife led her to our bed, turned back the covers and urged Jean onto her back. The woman rested her head on a pillow as Gigi brushed back her hair and kissed her deeply. Jean stroked my wife’s firm breasts and said, “I thought about you all this week. I must have masturbated a dozen times.” Gigi smiled and said, “And now you’re here. You were on my mind too and I won’t disappoint you.” Running her fingers through Jean’s hair, she kissed her eyelids and tongued an ear.
Her guest moaned and her fingers stroked my wife’s clitoris. Gigi’s lips moved inch by inch down the woman’s naked body. Parting her legs, she lay stomach-down between her thighs and her tongue lapped her mound, making its way to her G-spot and licked furiously. Her hands gripped Jean’s hips and she murmured sensuously, “Your hot pussy tastes so good.”
Jean cried out at the sensation of my wife long, warm tongue. She rested her legs atop Gigi’s shoulders. She said, “You’re wonderful. Ohmygod!” In something less than two minutes, she screamed in orgasm, her body rolling and shuddering as the feeling raged through her. She lay back gasping and said, “I want to do you.” Gigi responded, “Not yet,” and reached aside to open our bedside table’s drawer. She drew out her strap-on dildo, knelt between the woman’s thighs and buckled it onto her hips.
The dildo is the third she has owned since we have been married. It’s a soft rubbery, realistic looking, flesh colored dick with a broad, purplish cockhead. The first strap-on used on Gigi was a blue, plastic device when she was 18 and a member of the FLAG club.
The club Leader had discovered the device in her parents’ bedroom. About the second or third meeting my wife had attended as a new club member, the Leader fucked her and two others with the fake dick. The other girls watched as they were mouthing the cunts of their nearest partners.
When my wife straps it on, she assumes the manner of a dominant man and takes on an aggressive identity. Once, I asked her to show me what it was like when she used it on other women. She bossed me around and said, “Suck my big cock, Bitch.” I’m not bi but I complied and submissively whimpered that I could imagine what it was like when she was sucking “his dick.” That “his dick” term was understood then by each of us to refer to our insurance agent she was then sometimes dating. and she often told me she loved sucking his cock before they fucked. She told me she was going to fuck my butt but I successfully pleaded her out of that. That event was the most subservient experience of my life. I learned that night how convincing her acting talents can be. I have since been around for her dom act a few times over the past few years and she seems at those times an entirely different persona from that of the wife I live with daily.
Jean was enthralled as Gigi took command. She screamed and moaned as my wife pounded her cunt. Gigi’s hips rotated and thrust, her tempo increasing by the moment. Jean sobbed and wailed, “Fuck it, fuck it!” Her arms and legs splayed akimbo and her head thrashed side to side. Gigi turned her about and entered her cunt from behind. As the dildo sank into her cunt, she wailed, “Tell me more about the FLAG club!” My wife slowed her pumping as she related a meeting in which she assumed the role of the most dominant female. Jean’s head rotated as she whined, “Uh huh. Uh huh. Oh, fuck!” She massaged her clitoris as my wife fucked her mightily and ultimately cried out, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum!” She shuddered and let out an ear-splitting scream, “Oh god, I’m cumming so good!” She collapsed face down onto the mattress.
Feeling something close to triumphant, Gigi withdrew and unstrapped her dildo. She turned Jean about, placed her palms on each side of her face and kissed her. She said, “I loved your response.” Jean’s body quivered and she whispered, “No one has ever done that to me before. I had no idea it could be like this.”
She rolled my wife over and went down on her. The moment before her mouth covered Gigi’s mound, she said, “This is my way of thanking you.” Gigi climaxed twice from the sensation of the woman’s tongue. They fell asleep, arms and legs entwined. Awakening in the dark a few hours later, they had another frantic round of sex.
Exhausted and laying naked side by side, Jean asked, “Did you ever fall in love with a woman?” My wife said, “To me, it’s just fun, but I once had a girl who often told me she was in love with me.” In high school, she and the FLAG club’s leader got together without the others on a few occasions at the girl’s home while her parents were traveling overseas. When in heated sex, the Leader told her she loved her deeply. My wife played along with similar responses over the course of their interludes but forgot about it each time she left. She never knew if the other girl truly loved her or not, but the steamy comments enhanced their girl-to-girl sexual encounters.
Jean’s question had been unexpected and Gigi said, “Have you been in love with a woman?” Jean’s experience was similar but at an older age. She had a two-month affair with a female chemistry major at her school two years before. She broke it off after the girl repeatedly told her she was in love with her and in the end said she wanted Jean to leave her husband for her. She said, “That was my motivation to leave her behind in my tail lights. It was fun while it lasted but wasn’t worth that hassle.” Gigi nodded her understanding and said, “That kind of makes us sisters, doesn’t it?” They laughed together over that.
Propping herself up on an elbow, Jean looked down to my wife and said, “You fuck better than most men. That was really good.” Gigi asked, “But not better than Jack, I’d bet.” She responded, “He tells me you taught him and Beau well. I’m envious.”
Jean said she would be leaving early in the morning and would leave a note if my wife was still sleeping, but Gigi awoke at 5:30 and nudged her guest awake. They stared at the other a moment and each reached for the other and kissed deeply. Jean said, “I need to go. I have a class at nine.” Gigi made coffee and served cereal before Jean departed. She was in a robe when she bussed Jean a good-bye kiss at the front door, and Jean said she would call my wife this weekend.
I surmised, “I assume Jean has become an ongoing friend.” She pursed her lips and responded in a less-than-convinced tone, “Maybe. I like her a lot but don’t really know that much about her. Time will tell.”
* * * *
Then, there’s this:
Last night, we went out to dinner with Gigi’s boss and his wife Lorrie while their latest-contracted nanny took their kids to a school-sponsored weekend event. I won’t go much into the details but we came back to our home and had sex. Lorri and I watched her husband fucking my wife on our couch. We took off our clothes and I went down on his wife. He pummeled Gigi’s cunt, but both seemed more turned on by watching his wife kneeling and sucking my cock.
I imagined what that scene would have looked like if anyone else was in the room – a couple fucking madly and a woman sucking a man’s dick only a few feet in front of them. I was similarly hot and bothered. The startling image of his sizeable cock slamming into my wife’s cunt blew me away. He’s fucking big, and has only somewhat recently has she confessed she loves that singular feature. The feeling, she says, is “different” from my six inches. I’m sure she’s right about that, but I haven’t felt I’m in a competition over it. If it’s what she needs and wants, I’m thrilled about that. My cock twitched repeatedly each time his stalk plunged into her furrow, causing her to cry out.
With a couple of exceptions, our spouse’s sexual union was pretty much as always, hot and heavy, with my wife wailing passionately. One exception was they didn’t demand that his wife and I be in a separate room when they were fucking. The other differing circumstance was that my wife told him I would like a picture of her holding one of her large bananas along his cock to show the comparison in length. He and his wife howled in laugher at that, but he said, “Sure, why not?” He followed Gigi to our kitchen, where she took the largest banana from the counter’s bowl and held it alongside his eight-and-a-half. He snapped the pic with my wife’s cell phone camera of her holding the lengthy fruit next to his dick. When she pressed it alongside the base of his dick, the banana lost the competition.
His wife and I aren’t allowed to have intercourse, thanks to our spouses’ weird belief that a romantic relationship could develop between us. But they have no problem, or perhaps only a little non-admitted concern, with our engaging in almost anything but that. They left for home around eleven p.m. He and my wife parted with a deep kiss and I hugged his wife with a lingering buss on the lips.
When in bed, I told Gigi she must be fucked out after this past week. She laughed and said, “That’s never going to happen, Kemo Sabi. It’s only guys who can’t keep up with us women. We’re fine with that.”
She has made similar remarks in the past, but I seem to have trouble keeping that in mind. At times, her recurring sexual encounters when packed together like those of this past week are like a whirlwind, with me standing somewhere just outside that tornado and trying to keep track of all that’s going on. That isn’t as easy as it may seem.
~ Des
On her way home from work, my wife picked up Italian take-out, of which each ate only about a fourth of each portion when Jean suggested they go out to a lesbian bar located about a mile out of town. Gigi had been in the place twice two or three years ago but was hesitant this time. She expressed concern that some employee or customer at her bank might be there and recognize her, which circumstance could lead to complications. Jean reminded her that wouldn’t matter for the reason the lounge is often visited by straight women and an occasional couple who enjoy talking with bi and lesbian customers. She said the two of them could say they’re just straight women wanting to do something offbeat for the night.
As it turned out, neither spotted anyone they knew. The place was busy as always and she and Jean sat at a table next to five women whose ages ran from their early twenties to perhaps early fifties. Gigi and Jean had had woman-woman sex in the woman's RV the night of their foursome with their fuckbuddies Jack and Beau. Over beers, Jean opined Gigi was clearly experienced with women and asked about her bi background. She responded, “That began in my senior high school year. I’ll tell you about it later when we’re back at my home.” Jean reached across the table and stroked my wife’s hand as they talked. Gigi looked about to make certain no one was watching and leaned across the table to kiss the woman on her lips.
Jean is a 27-year-old pharmacy student in her last year at the same university attended by Beau and Jack. I have yet to meet her but she’s described as “cute” and some six inches shorter than my 5’11” wife. A small tattoo of “H2O” is etched on a hand; Gigi recognized it as the symbol for water and asked her reason for that. She responded, “I consider that the most important pharmaceutical composition,” which I guess makes some sense for a pharmacy student. She has dark, shoulder-length hair as does Gigi.
A woman who seemed the oldest of the group at the adjoining table glanced over to them, said something to the others and came over to Gigi’s table. My wife judged the attractive brunette as around 50 or so, with a engaging Southern accent that’s more common in Gigi’s home town than in our area. My wife noticed the woman’s wedding ring and assumed this was a bi-lady out for fun.
The woman gave her name as Alex, asked if the two lived in the area and chatted a couple of minutes. She said, “We’re having a party at one of our friend’s home when we leave here in a few minutes. Would you care to join us?” Gigi and Jean glanced to the other. Jean shrugged an “It’s-up-to-you” gesture. Gigi said, “We’re tied up later tonight, but I could to take your name and number if you don’t mind. We might be available another evening.” The woman said, “Sure,” reached into he purse, pulled out an imprinted card and handed it to my wife. She added, “I would like to get to know you both. I work days, but call me at home any night.”
When the woman returned to the group’s table, Gigi said, “I might be interested in that sometime if you’ll go with me.” Jean grinned and said, “I’m always up for new adventures. I haven’t before been with a group.”
They left the bar and Gigi drove Jean to our home. On the way, Jean’s trucker husband phoned her cell phone from somewhere on the West coast outside Mission Viejo. She told him she was out for a drink with a female friend she recently met. He said he should be home Monday and was taking off from work for three days. Before clicking off the call, she responded with a “Love you too. I’m looking forward to those few days together. Let’s go camping.” He told her to have fun ‘til he gets home.” She and her husband don’t openly admit to affairs when apart, but that unspoken arrangement works for them.
As they sat together on our living room couch, Jean reminded my wife of her question about how she came to be bi. Gigi laughed and said, “That’s probably hard to believe. I was in a high school lesbian club.” She went on to tell about her transferring to a new school in her senior year and her induction into the FLAG Bunch. Like other students and teachers, she had assumed the five-member girls’ club was no more than a private social group until the night she was invited to join. Gigi is exceptional with descriptive details when telling about her sexual exploits. As she told Jean about that first night (well-covered elsewhere in this thread), Jean gasped, “That’s so fucking hot. Tell me more.”
Gigi asked her to follow her to the kitchen for a couple of soft drinks. She stopped the woman as they turned the corner from the living room,. She turned and braced her hands onto the wall at each side of Jean’s head. She leaned to kiss the woman’s trembling lips. They embraced and each hurriedly removed the other’s clothing. Gigi’s hands trailed down Jean’s naked body as she knelt to munch her muff. Her tongue swirled about the woman’s moist clitoris. Jean cried out, ”Oh god, yes! I want you.”
My wife led her to our bed, turned back the covers and urged Jean onto her back. The woman rested her head on a pillow as Gigi brushed back her hair and kissed her deeply. Jean stroked my wife’s firm breasts and said, “I thought about you all this week. I must have masturbated a dozen times.” Gigi smiled and said, “And now you’re here. You were on my mind too and I won’t disappoint you.” Running her fingers through Jean’s hair, she kissed her eyelids and tongued an ear.
Her guest moaned and her fingers stroked my wife’s clitoris. Gigi’s lips moved inch by inch down the woman’s naked body. Parting her legs, she lay stomach-down between her thighs and her tongue lapped her mound, making its way to her G-spot and licked furiously. Her hands gripped Jean’s hips and she murmured sensuously, “Your hot pussy tastes so good.”
Jean cried out at the sensation of my wife long, warm tongue. She rested her legs atop Gigi’s shoulders. She said, “You’re wonderful. Ohmygod!” In something less than two minutes, she screamed in orgasm, her body rolling and shuddering as the feeling raged through her. She lay back gasping and said, “I want to do you.” Gigi responded, “Not yet,” and reached aside to open our bedside table’s drawer. She drew out her strap-on dildo, knelt between the woman’s thighs and buckled it onto her hips.
The dildo is the third she has owned since we have been married. It’s a soft rubbery, realistic looking, flesh colored dick with a broad, purplish cockhead. The first strap-on used on Gigi was a blue, plastic device when she was 18 and a member of the FLAG club.
The club Leader had discovered the device in her parents’ bedroom. About the second or third meeting my wife had attended as a new club member, the Leader fucked her and two others with the fake dick. The other girls watched as they were mouthing the cunts of their nearest partners.
When my wife straps it on, she assumes the manner of a dominant man and takes on an aggressive identity. Once, I asked her to show me what it was like when she used it on other women. She bossed me around and said, “Suck my big cock, Bitch.” I’m not bi but I complied and submissively whimpered that I could imagine what it was like when she was sucking “his dick.” That “his dick” term was understood then by each of us to refer to our insurance agent she was then sometimes dating. and she often told me she loved sucking his cock before they fucked. She told me she was going to fuck my butt but I successfully pleaded her out of that. That event was the most subservient experience of my life. I learned that night how convincing her acting talents can be. I have since been around for her dom act a few times over the past few years and she seems at those times an entirely different persona from that of the wife I live with daily.
Jean was enthralled as Gigi took command. She screamed and moaned as my wife pounded her cunt. Gigi’s hips rotated and thrust, her tempo increasing by the moment. Jean sobbed and wailed, “Fuck it, fuck it!” Her arms and legs splayed akimbo and her head thrashed side to side. Gigi turned her about and entered her cunt from behind. As the dildo sank into her cunt, she wailed, “Tell me more about the FLAG club!” My wife slowed her pumping as she related a meeting in which she assumed the role of the most dominant female. Jean’s head rotated as she whined, “Uh huh. Uh huh. Oh, fuck!” She massaged her clitoris as my wife fucked her mightily and ultimately cried out, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum!” She shuddered and let out an ear-splitting scream, “Oh god, I’m cumming so good!” She collapsed face down onto the mattress.
Feeling something close to triumphant, Gigi withdrew and unstrapped her dildo. She turned Jean about, placed her palms on each side of her face and kissed her. She said, “I loved your response.” Jean’s body quivered and she whispered, “No one has ever done that to me before. I had no idea it could be like this.”
She rolled my wife over and went down on her. The moment before her mouth covered Gigi’s mound, she said, “This is my way of thanking you.” Gigi climaxed twice from the sensation of the woman’s tongue. They fell asleep, arms and legs entwined. Awakening in the dark a few hours later, they had another frantic round of sex.
Exhausted and laying naked side by side, Jean asked, “Did you ever fall in love with a woman?” My wife said, “To me, it’s just fun, but I once had a girl who often told me she was in love with me.” In high school, she and the FLAG club’s leader got together without the others on a few occasions at the girl’s home while her parents were traveling overseas. When in heated sex, the Leader told her she loved her deeply. My wife played along with similar responses over the course of their interludes but forgot about it each time she left. She never knew if the other girl truly loved her or not, but the steamy comments enhanced their girl-to-girl sexual encounters.
Jean’s question had been unexpected and Gigi said, “Have you been in love with a woman?” Jean’s experience was similar but at an older age. She had a two-month affair with a female chemistry major at her school two years before. She broke it off after the girl repeatedly told her she was in love with her and in the end said she wanted Jean to leave her husband for her. She said, “That was my motivation to leave her behind in my tail lights. It was fun while it lasted but wasn’t worth that hassle.” Gigi nodded her understanding and said, “That kind of makes us sisters, doesn’t it?” They laughed together over that.
Propping herself up on an elbow, Jean looked down to my wife and said, “You fuck better than most men. That was really good.” Gigi asked, “But not better than Jack, I’d bet.” She responded, “He tells me you taught him and Beau well. I’m envious.”
Jean said she would be leaving early in the morning and would leave a note if my wife was still sleeping, but Gigi awoke at 5:30 and nudged her guest awake. They stared at the other a moment and each reached for the other and kissed deeply. Jean said, “I need to go. I have a class at nine.” Gigi made coffee and served cereal before Jean departed. She was in a robe when she bussed Jean a good-bye kiss at the front door, and Jean said she would call my wife this weekend.
I surmised, “I assume Jean has become an ongoing friend.” She pursed her lips and responded in a less-than-convinced tone, “Maybe. I like her a lot but don’t really know that much about her. Time will tell.”
* * * *
Then, there’s this:
Last night, we went out to dinner with Gigi’s boss and his wife Lorrie while their latest-contracted nanny took their kids to a school-sponsored weekend event. I won’t go much into the details but we came back to our home and had sex. Lorri and I watched her husband fucking my wife on our couch. We took off our clothes and I went down on his wife. He pummeled Gigi’s cunt, but both seemed more turned on by watching his wife kneeling and sucking my cock.
I imagined what that scene would have looked like if anyone else was in the room – a couple fucking madly and a woman sucking a man’s dick only a few feet in front of them. I was similarly hot and bothered. The startling image of his sizeable cock slamming into my wife’s cunt blew me away. He’s fucking big, and has only somewhat recently has she confessed she loves that singular feature. The feeling, she says, is “different” from my six inches. I’m sure she’s right about that, but I haven’t felt I’m in a competition over it. If it’s what she needs and wants, I’m thrilled about that. My cock twitched repeatedly each time his stalk plunged into her furrow, causing her to cry out.
With a couple of exceptions, our spouse’s sexual union was pretty much as always, hot and heavy, with my wife wailing passionately. One exception was they didn’t demand that his wife and I be in a separate room when they were fucking. The other differing circumstance was that my wife told him I would like a picture of her holding one of her large bananas along his cock to show the comparison in length. He and his wife howled in laugher at that, but he said, “Sure, why not?” He followed Gigi to our kitchen, where she took the largest banana from the counter’s bowl and held it alongside his eight-and-a-half. He snapped the pic with my wife’s cell phone camera of her holding the lengthy fruit next to his dick. When she pressed it alongside the base of his dick, the banana lost the competition.
His wife and I aren’t allowed to have intercourse, thanks to our spouses’ weird belief that a romantic relationship could develop between us. But they have no problem, or perhaps only a little non-admitted concern, with our engaging in almost anything but that. They left for home around eleven p.m. He and my wife parted with a deep kiss and I hugged his wife with a lingering buss on the lips.
When in bed, I told Gigi she must be fucked out after this past week. She laughed and said, “That’s never going to happen, Kemo Sabi. It’s only guys who can’t keep up with us women. We’re fine with that.”
She has made similar remarks in the past, but I seem to have trouble keeping that in mind. At times, her recurring sexual encounters when packed together like those of this past week are like a whirlwind, with me standing somewhere just outside that tornado and trying to keep track of all that’s going on. That isn’t as easy as it may seem.
~ Des
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Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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samlowen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
My head is spinning just from reading about her jam packed week of fun. Your tornado analogy is quite fitting. I guess I'm continually most impressed with the ease that these opportunities make themselves known.
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I was just about to ask for the banana pic then checked out your avatar. I'd be happy to have his big cock in my wife. It would be a dream cum true.
Do you have one that shows it from the base?
Do you have one that shows it from the base?