My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[solstice]

Recipe:

I think I will need to wait for the video Des, I am getting much to visual in my advanced years., can you do it in your best Dick Van Dyke cockney accent?

[rascalnvixen]

Hold on guys!!! I don't remember him saying "with"!! I think the intent was that Beau and Gigi took a shower together in the main bath and he and Jack took showers in the guest shower, not necessarily together at the same time. So there wouldn't be any concern for dropping one's soap!!! At least that's the way I read it!!

Rascal

[solstice]

Her voice soon calmed and she said to the other, “Now, you.

Gigi's exercise regime has paid dividends to bolster her endurance whilst fucking. (I have the uncanny knack of expressing the obvious).

[solstice]

RASCAL WRITES: Hold on guys!!! I don't remember him saying "with"!!

It Can't be all that left field, Des said some days ago, that he and Jack watched a porn film and wanked: Not each other!! I hasten to say.

[Des 31]

Had a good laugh out of those. Sorry, but no homoerotic tales to tell here. I'll be more careful with my descriptions hereafter. Her guys are straight too.(But I have had questions for her about a couple from a few years back.) Gigi's the only bi in our family but then, I like that about her.

~ Des

[Xalar11]

At the moment, the three are walking a wooded path through the woods across the road from the end of the street. I found a couple of good porn films coming up on cable to watch later this afternoon if my wife approves. Tonight, I’m sure they’ll be fucking again. Maybe I’ll once more join them but will ask which she prefers.

Didn't you say you, before Beau and Jack have come to stay for the extented weekend, that you would also join in and you would also have sex with Gigi regularly during their stay, for a change? So far, aside from one quick engagement on thursday night, obvious that hasn't happen, at least you haven't said anything. Or have I misunderstood you from the beginning?

Well, you're happy to be just an observer obviously, but I always wonder about Gigi, assuming you're indeed the man she loves about all, I would actually think she would like to have you also being involved and engaged in penetrative sex with her far more, during such "weekend encounter", and not only a bystander?
Well, I don't know if Gigi has any exhibitionistic tendencies, but I'm would imagine she would like to show her love for you in front of Jack and Beau, also in the form that she has sex or "make love", if you want to express it in a cheesy way, with you in front of them. Or has she never say to Jack and Beau or any other lover, to leave you and her alone for a while because she now desires to have sex with you?

Of course, I know, it has to be totally uniteresting or unimportant for you how it makes me feel, but allow me to say it makes me a little feel sad for you, even if you personally doesn't feel that way (I know it's twisted ), that Gigi it seems shows such little sexual desire and lust for you in front of others, nur maybe also in general. Yeah, I know as you often comment "sex with a relatively new lover is always more exciting than with your familiar husband of 10 years", but still.

Excuse my rambling around here. It's always great hearing from you.

[Des 31]

At the moment, the three are walking a wooded path through the woods across the road from the end of the street. I found a couple of good porn films coming up on cable to watch later this afternoon if my wife approves. Tonight, I’m sure they’ll be fucking again. Maybe I’ll once more join them but will ask which she prefers.

Didn't you say you, before Beau and Jack have come to stay for the extented weekend, that you would also join in and you would also have sex with Gigi regularly during their stay, for a change? So far, aside from one quick engagement on thursday night, obvious that hasn't happen, at least you haven't said anything. Or have I misunderstood you from the beginning?

Well, you're happy to be just an observer obviously, but I always wonder about Gigi, assuming you're indeed the man she loves about all, I would actually think she would like to have you also being involved and engaged in penetrative sex with her far more, during such "weekend encounter", and not only a bystander?
Well, I don't know if Gigi has any exhibitionistic tendencies, but I'm would imagine she would like to show her love for you in front of Jack and Beau, also in the form that she has sex or "make love", if you want to express it in a cheesy way, with you in front of them. Or has she never say to Jack and Beau or any other lover, to leave you and her alone for a while because she now desires to have sex with you?

Of course, I know, it has to be totally uniteresting or unimportant for you how it makes me feel, but allow me to say it makes me a little feel sad for you, even if you personally doesn't feel that way (I know it's twisted ), that Gigi it seems shows such little sexual desire and lust for you in front of others, nur maybe also in general. Yeah, I know as you often comment "sex with a relatively new lover is always more exciting than with your familiar husband of 10 years", but still.

Excuse my rambling around here. It's always great hearing from you.

That's okay, Xalar. Perhaps I'll get around to explaining all that over time through our experiences, but it's more complicated than you might imagine. Life isn't simple, and relationships within open marriages are more complex than that of monogamous couples. I regret you choose to be sad about our lives, but it's difficult to explain. Jack and I were alone a while late yesterday afternoon in conversations that are too lengthy to include in these pages. If I included moments like that in these writings, perhaps it would make more sense to those who are not engaged in marriages like ours. The few couples who are successful at this either know that instinctively or learn it over time.

I came online here to narrate an update, but your questions deserves an answer. I can get around to the rest sometime later.

To give a small part of answers to your questions, I can mention a few of those comments between Jack and me. I complimented him by saying I admire his and Beau’s staying power. He responded by saying each is aware of an unspoken competition between him and Beau about sex with my wife. It isn’t something that would cause conflict between them. Neither feels inferior to the other when one has just fucked her. I had reminded him of his earlier comment that Gigi “has taught them a lot” about sex, and I was curious what sort of things that could be. That’s complicated too.

He said Gigi’s joke earlier that day about a cougar being “like a mom but with benefits” pretty much nails the nature of their three-way relationship. She treats each guy the same, never showing favorites. At times she has stopped by to visit their shared apartment; much of their time is taken up by conversation. The guys are fascinated with the many interests she has and she always has good advice when they have questions about a wide range of personal and other topics. They look up to her and she shows similar respect to them.

Beau had been fucking my wife before Jack. When he was brought into the relationship, he was uncertain about how that would work or what might be expected of him. He said my wife is like a woman with a Ph.D. in sex. She has a way of letting them know what she wants and what each of them should do. Sometimes she states her preference, like saying she often prefers one of them to go down on her or she would give both oral sex before intercourse.

Over time, they have learned to read her unexpressed signals. Each can tell when she prefers being alone with one at a time or with both at the same time. The guys don’t ask her to suck their cocks but instead let her give them an unspoken signal about that. If she is on her knees and Jack is fucking her, she will sometimes have a desire to suck Beau’s cock at the same time. He said, “If she doesn’t indicate she wishes to do that, he or I will instead either watch or leave the room while they’re having sex. We have learned to read her signals of preference, which neither of us could have done with others before getting to know her.”

Another lesson both guys found essential was her four-square-breathing techniques. Like almost everyone, they encountered stress and occasional worries throughout their lives. Now, they have learned to remain calm under almost any circumstance, and negative reactions are virtually non-existent with either of them. He said both even do that before having sex, which makes it much better. (I won’t go through what four-square-breathing means here; you can look it up online. It’s an ancient practice now taught to Navy Seals and other special forces operatives.)

At that moment, Beau and Gigi joined us on the patio at the time he mentioned this and they said they had been having a similar talk but with different topics. We traded our conversations and when Jack repeated his remarks about Gigi’s breathing exercise, Beau pointed to a framed, pastoral wall print just beyond the patio door. He said, “See that painting? It’s virtually perfect. I had always wished life could be perfect. But life is messy. Since your wife taught us over time about handling stress and other attitudes, both our lives seem – well, maybe not perfect, but pretty good these days.”

I know this doesn’t cover all your questions but perhaps to indicate that open marriages are different and require attitudes that are either instinctive or learned through practice. When we read here about hotwife marriages that are successful, we recognize those couples are smarter than the average in that they have learned the necessary lessons to keep it going. Without some planning, awareness and thought, it will never work; and that’s the reason for my frequent saying here that this life isn’t for everyone. It might someday work for you too, but never go into it without understanding or researching the realities and potential pitfalls.

It's an alternative way of living than most will never experience.

~ Des

[afagehi7]

Des - I'd say maybe xlar is a bit confused because it's almost like a poly relationship and not a classic hotwife relationship with the guys. Bossman and sensei are more classic hotwifing IMHO. Everyone is friends (kitchen table poly?) And the guys all share the same woman sexually. There are feelings involved between the guys and Gigi. I'd just say as opposed to everyone being equal, you are a couple steps above the guys in your poly scenario.

Now before I am roasted by the usual suspects, I don't know anything about poly and hotwifing is different for all but IMHO the relationship between you, Gigi, and the boys are kinda poly lite.

[Des 31]

Des - I'd say maybe xlar is a bit confused because it's almost like a poly relationship and not a classic hotwife relationship with the guys. Bossman and sensei are more classic hotwifing IMHO. Everyone is friends (kitchen table poly?) And the guys all share the same woman sexually. There are feelings involved between the guys and Gigi. I'd just say as opposed to everyone being equal, you are a couple steps above the guys in your poly scenario.

Now before I am roasted by the usual suspects, I don't know anything about poly and hotwifing is different for all but IMHO the relationship between you, Gigi, and the boys are kinda poly lite.

There are similarities to that, Afagehi. I feel we have been through aspects of it all, originally even cuckoldry at the time of her original covert affair as written in the earliest pages of our history here. Then, it's been primarily hotwifery. I agree that, with the exception neither of us would consider another man living with us, it does touch on the classic definition of polyamory. We don't think of it that way because there's always that certain emotional distance she maintains from another man.

My wife once surmised that the typical polyandrous participants lead lives that cause confusion in such ways as a woman becoming unable to determine which man should be the woman's primary focus. Some experiences we have come across in these pages admit that, along with other problems that don't end well.

~ Des

[Liveurlife]

Does,

I have to agree with you because of your wife always keeping an emotional distance from another man. IMO you guys have just invited two men over that your wife happens to love to fuck. As you’ve said in earlier posts, no FWB lasts forever, sadly. One might as well strike while the irons hot and get as much out of a fun satisfying sexual relationship as you can.

We used to rent a cabin in the mountains for 3 to 4 days and invite specific people up to stay with us the entire time we were there. Nothing poly about it. It was a relaxed no pressure atmosphere where you knew that something sexually deviant would break out at any giving moment. Hell we even played board games.

[Des 31]

Sunday (continued):

The guys just left.

My wife awoke at 5:30, left Beau and Jack in the underground shelter’s bed, and did her morning push-ups and sit-ups in the media room. I had been with them fucking her the first hour of the evening but slept in the master bedroom. We were still naked when I joined her at about the time she had begun her morning routine. She had turned on the radio, and a reporter was saying a new poll found 60% of married people are having, or have had, sex with someone other than their spouse. Gigi laughed and said, “Had I been included in those interviews, I could have given a good reason that wasn’t mentioned.” Well, sure she could, but not all spouses are as agreeable as I am.

The guys woke up a half hour later and, wearing only boxers, stumbled into the living room. I had dressed but my wife hadn’t. Both were bushed from fucking her through the night, and she gave each a few minutes of full-body massages on our marital bed to get them going. I skipped the chin-ups and made breakfast while the guys and Gigi showered and dressed.

Like many local businesses throughout our city, churches have been closed the past couple of weeks. Our church’s pastor holds Sunday services online with an empty sanctuary, and members send their donations through the mail or online with credit cards. When Gigi fired up the desktop, Beau and Jack asked to join us. I turned on the laptop and Beau sat alongside me on the couch throughout the sermon while Gigi and Jack watched from the home-office 42-inch desktop furnished by my company.

When it ended an hour later, the guys asked my wife if we minded if they attended services with us whenever this city-shutdown ends. Each of the guys have asked about her religious outlook almost from the beginning of when they met her. Gigi mentioned they also could accompany her to her adult Sunday school class before the sermon. I have other duties at that time. Aside from her sexual perspectives, she fits the classical definition of a fundamentalist.

Gigi suggested we drive up the north-side mountain to the lookout point. She and Beau fixed a lunch basket while Jack and I straightened the bed on which we had alternately fucked Gigi the night before. I put on a plaid flannel shirt and cargo pants and loaned two others for the guys to wear above their jeans. Gigi wore beige jeans, western boots and a long-sleeve, white pullover beneath her tan field jacket. She loaded the basket, a table cloth, two blankets and a couple of pillows in my car’s trunk. Glancing at the pillows, I realized she had a supplementary plan; but I know better than to mention what I thought was obvious.

What locals call the “lookout point” is similar to that near her boss’ weekend cottage on the opposite mountain. An expansive flat rock juts out from the mountain’s peak, looking over our town. Gig and I have seen few, if any, visitors there at the same time. Perhaps because of the ongoing virus concerns, we didn’t encounter any vehicles on the inclining road to the top. I parked the car at the roadside alongside a patch of trees, brush and wild flowers separating the road from the overhanging rock.

At the moment I was about to turn off the car’s radio, a government official was claiming ordinary people have no need to wear a medical face mask, that a scarf or bandanna works about as well. Gigi’s eyes rolled as she said, “Oh yeah, that’s going to work well when a group walks into the bank with faces covered by bandannas like a gang of Old West bandits. Who would know whether they’re customers or hold-up artists? I may ask to start packing heat at work.” She grabbed the picnic basket and walked away muttering a quote her parents had borrowed from a U.S. president some decades back: “The most terrifying words in the English language are, ‘I'm from the government and I'm here to help.’”

She breathed deeply and exhaled. I laid out the tablecloth and she passed out sandwiches from the basket and opened a wine bottle. We didn’t get around to using the blankets and pillows Gigi brought along. A pickup truck pulled up on the far side of the tree line across the road and several yards from our vehicle, but the man and woman didn’t get out. About ten minutes passed. Curious as to why, Gigi crept between the tree-and-brush line and spotted them quietly fucking in the truck’s back seat. She returned, smiling, to tell us the couple would be otherwise occupied for a while.

After eating and going through most of the wine bottle, we sat at the rock’s edge, talked and looked at our town and highway below us. No more than a half-dozen vehicles were on the road over the next half hour, and four of those were commercial haulers.

When the couple from the pickup walked to the ledge where we sat, they introduced themselves and we talked a few minutes. We judged them to be in their mid-twenties. The woman wore a wedding ring but he didn’t, so we made an assumption the woman wasn’t married to the pickup’s driver. That most likely turned out to be an accurate guess when the woman mentioned they worked together at a dollar store in the nearest small town a few miles away.

A wind kicked up, lifting corners of the table cloth. Gigi looked at her Mickey Mouse watch and said, “We should be heading home.” We packed up and the couple waved a “Bye,” as we walked back to our car. As I pulled away, she grinned and said, “I’m sure they’re pleased we left so they can continue their weekend adventure.” Recognizing her implication, the guys laughed. Beau said, “That goes for us too.” I faked an eye-rolling exasperation for him in the rearview mirror and he shot back a smiling nod of recognition.

We agreed we all would have liked to have heard the young couple’s story but circumstances didn’t allow for that sort of conversation; and there’s no way Gigi would have allowed me or the guys telling ours to them.

At home, we sat in the hot tub trading stories of our youth and families, some of which even my wife hadn’t known about either of them. The rest of the day was little more than watching TV, talking and ultimately getting the guys’ stuff together for them to return to their apartment. Gigi boxed up a stash of our stored survival food from the shelter, along with two surgical face masks, and presented that to them as they were about leave. We had four identical masks in the original box and two N95s she purchased at the hardware chain Thursday.

The guys thanked us and separately bussed her with lingering kisses at the doorway. We watched from the front steps as they backed around the stone wall to the driveway and headed to the main road at the end of our street.

I mentioned I had anticipated she and they would have again been fucking after we had returned home. She smiled and said she personally hadn’t expected that to happen today. “They’ve had more sex over the past days than ever. This lasted longer than my trip to Beau’s parents on his birthday. I think they’re set in that way for a while.”

I asked, “You too?” She said, “Uh huh,” and added, “If you hadn’t left and instead stayed with us all night, you wouldn’t have been able to get it up again either. Were you jacking off while we were fucking?”

I admitted I had this morning when I woke up. She laughed and said, “For most guys, having sex is like playing bridge. If you don’t have a good partner, it’s best to have a good hand. Your hand must be wonderful.”

I groaned, chuckled, and agreed with that.

~ Des

[Des 31]

Sunday (continued):

The guys just left.

My wife awoke at 5:30, left Beau and Jack in the underground shelter’s bed, and did her morning push-ups and sit-ups in the media room. I had been with them fucking her the first hour of the evening but slept in the master bedroom. We were still naked when I joined her at about the time she had begun her morning routine. She had turned on the radio, and a reporter was saying a new poll found 60% of married people are having, or have had, sex with someone other than their spouse. Gigi laughed and said, “Had I been included in those interviews, I could have given a good reason that wasn’t mentioned.” Well, sure she could, but not all spouses are as agreeable as I am.

The guys woke up a half hour later and, wearing only boxers, stumbled into the living room. I had dressed but my wife hadn’t. Both were bushed from fucking her through the night, and she gave each a few minutes of full-body massages on our marital bed to get them going. I skipped the chin-ups and made breakfast while the guys and Gigi showered and dressed.

Like many local businesses throughout our city, churches have been closed the past couple of weeks. Our church’s pastor holds Sunday services online with an empty sanctuary, and members send their donations through the mail or online with credit cards. When Gigi fired up the desktop, Beau and Jack asked to join us. I turned on the laptop and Beau sat alongside me on the couch throughout the sermon while Gigi and Jack watched from the home-office 42-inch desktop furnished by my company.

When it ended an hour later, the guys asked my wife if we minded if they attended services with us whenever this city-shutdown ends. Each of the guys have asked about her religious outlook almost from the beginning of when they met her. Gigi mentioned they also could accompany her to her adult Sunday school class before the sermon. I have other duties at that time. Aside from her sexual perspectives, she fits the classical definition of a fundamentalist.

Gigi suggested we drive up the north-side mountain to the lookout point. She and Beau fixed a lunch basket while Jack and I straightened the bed on which we had alternately fucked Gigi the night before. I put on a plaid flannel shirt and cargo pants and loaned two others for the guys to wear above their jeans. Gigi wore beige jeans, western boots and a long-sleeve, white pullover beneath her tan field jacket. She loaded the basket, a table cloth, two blankets and a couple of pillows in my car’s trunk. Glancing at the pillows, I realized she had a supplementary plan; but I know better than to mention what I thought was obvious.

What locals call the “lookout point” is similar to that near her boss’ weekend cottage on the opposite mountain. An expansive flat rock juts out from the mountain’s peak, looking over our town. Gig and I have seen few, if any, visitors there at the same time. Perhaps because of the ongoing virus concerns, we didn’t encounter any vehicles on the inclining road to the top. I parked the car at the roadside alongside a patch of trees, brush and wild flowers separating the road from the overhanging rock.

At the moment I was about to turn off the car’s radio, a government official was claiming ordinary people have no need to wear a medical face mask, that a scarf or bandanna works about as well. Gigi’s eyes rolled as she said, “Oh yeah, that’s going to work well when a group walks into the bank with faces covered by bandannas like a gang of Old West bandits. Who would know whether they’re customers or hold-up artists? I may ask to start packing heat at work.” She grabbed the picnic basket and walked away muttering a quote her parents had borrowed from a U.S. president some decades back: “The most terrifying words in the English language are, ‘I'm from the government and I'm here to help.’”

She breathed deeply and exhaled. I laid out the tablecloth and she passed out sandwiches from the basket and opened a wine bottle. We didn’t get around to using the blankets and pillows Gigi brought along. A pickup truck pulled up on the far side of the tree line across the road and several yards from our vehicle, but the man and woman didn’t get out. About ten minutes passed. Curious as to why, Gigi crept between the tree-and-brush line and spotted them quietly fucking in the truck’s back seat. She returned, smiling, to tell us the couple would be otherwise occupied for a while.

After eating and going through most of the wine bottle, we sat at the rock’s edge, talked and looked at our town and highway below us. No more than a half-dozen vehicles were on the road over the next half hour, and four of those were commercial haulers.

When the couple from the pickup walked to the ledge where we sat, they introduced themselves and we talked a few minutes. We judged them to be in their mid-twenties. The woman wore a wedding ring but he didn’t, so we made an assumption the woman wasn’t married to the pickup’s driver. That most likely turned out to be an accurate guess when the woman mentioned they worked together at a dollar store in the nearest small town a few miles away.

A wind kicked up, lifting corners of the table cloth. Gigi looked at her Mickey Mouse watch and said, “We should be heading home.” We packed up and the couple waved a “Bye,” as we walked back to our car. As I pulled away, she grinned and said, “I’m sure they’re pleased we left so they can continue their weekend adventure.” Recognizing her implication, the guys laughed. Beau said, “That goes for us too.” I faked an eye-rolling exasperation for him in the rearview mirror and he shot back a smiling nod of recognition.

We agreed we all would have liked to have heard the young couple’s story but circumstances didn’t allow for that sort of conversation; and there’s no way Gigi would have allowed me or the guys telling ours to them.

At home, we sat in the hot tub trading stories of our youth and families, some of which even my wife hadn’t known about either of them. The rest of the day was little more than watching TV, talking and ultimately getting the guys’ stuff together for them to return to their apartment. Gigi boxed up a stash of our stored survival food from the shelter, along with two surgical face masks, and presented that to them as they were about leave. We had four identical masks in the original box and two N95s she purchased at the hardware chain Thursday.

The guys thanked us and separately bussed her with lingering kisses at the doorway. We watched from the front steps as they backed around the stone wall to the driveway and headed to the main road at the end of our street.

I mentioned I had anticipated she and they would have again been fucking after we had returned home. She smiled and said she personally hadn’t expected that to happen today. “They’ve had more sex over the past days than ever. This lasted longer than my trip to Beau’s parents on his birthday. I think they’re set in that way for a while.”

I asked, “You too?” She said, “Uh huh,” and added, “If you hadn’t left and instead stayed with us all night, you wouldn’t have been able to get it up again either. Were you jacking off while we were fucking?”

I admitted I had this morning when I woke up. She laughed and said, “For most guys, having sex is like playing bridge. If you don’t have a good partner, it’s best to have a good hand. Your hand must be wonderful.”

I groaned, chuckled, and agreed with that.

~ Des

[Scotch98]

Awesome Weekend Des.... I know the "boys" thoroughly enjoyed as did you and Gigi. Thanks for sharing your adventures. I hep you guys have a great week ahead. Stay safe and Well.... Cheers

[Xalar11]

I know this doesn’t cover all your questions but perhaps to indicate that open marriages are different and require attitudes that are either instinctive or learned through practice. When we read here about hotwife marriages that are successful, we recognize those couples are smarter than the average in that they have learned the necessary lessons to keep it going. Without some planning, awareness and thought, it will never work; and that’s the reason for my frequent saying here that this life isn’t for everyone. It might someday work for you too, but never go into it without understanding or researching the realities and potential pitfalls.

It's an alternative way of living than most will never experience.

~ Des

Thanks again for taking your time to answer me. Honestly it's really appreciated and not taken for granted, though youself said it wouldn't cover all of my questions. Well, I have to say, that not one actually has been covered. It was a bite confusing.

Don't get me wrong, what you answer is of course only your choice and as well as the topics you want to talk about, that's clear.
It was interesting to hear more about the kind of relationship Gigi has with Beau and Jack, and maybe to tell me in a subtle way what this also means for the relation between you and Gigi, but if you look again to my first post I didn't ask anything about that. Excuse me if this should be too intimate, but I was more interested just about soley you and Gigi.

Look, I don't doubt the deep and unique connection between you and Gigi, a connection between soul mates, a kind of connection which she certainly only feels with you. You both certainly share a deep love as best friends and confidents with each other, but sometimes I wonder about the passion, desire or lust between you and Gigi, when it's just about you and her, especially what Gigi is feeling for you.
I understand that these things decrease a little (but only a little ), after you have been together with your partner for a while, but there are hopefully still heavy "eruption" of sexual desire and lust between you and your partner. Excuse me, maybe you just don't talk about it here, but I never have the impression, that Gigi absolutely ache for you, that only you're in her mind forgetting about anyone and anything else, a burning desire to feel you inside of her and just be close to you.

[rascalnvixen]

I don't want to create a bad atmosphere here and I hope I won't, but I have seen this too many times and need to voice my concern. Xlar11, I can't actually remember and I don't have the compulsion to go look it up, but I know it has been numerous times you have asked these same questions and requests for more information about the deep relationship between Des and Gigi. He has been very gracious in giving a response to those requests and hasn't just ignored them, but it seems obvious to me he really doesn't want to divulge that type of very personal information and yet here you are again telling him in no uncertain terms that he hasn't provided what you are asking. After his several responses to you, I really don't see the need to continue to press him for more detail. Now, I have learned over time that he has his own thought processes and I'm sure he will probably comment on this post but understand I don't speak for him, in any way. He may well tell me to mind my own business but I just needed to let you know my feeling about the repetitious requests. That's all I needed to say.

Rascal

[afagehi7]

Rascal, I'm with you here.

Xlar - Des and Gigi are intimate with each other way more than most married couples... Me included. Hotwifing is a activity they both enjoy immensely. It spices things up and keeps their sex life new and interesting. They share more inside and outside the bedroom than most married couples. I'd guess that you are in that same category. Perhaps you are projecting your marriage onto Des?

He's answered your question a few times. You don't seem to be happy until he decides his marriage is in shambles and that they are headed for divorce which I don't see happening anytime soon. How come you aren't asking these questions on the threads where a cucks wife denies him pussy, dresses him in panties, moves in with the "bull" etc.? I'd think they fit there much better as in those cases I wonder the same things but don't think I'd understand if they explained anyway.

[Des 31]

Gigi read this before I did this morning. We extend our gratitude to afagehi7 and rascalvixen for your supplementary responses to Xlar11.

You answered him better than I did. Upon a second reading, I suspect I didn't understand his question but I have thought I had fully responded to Xlar11 many times about pretty much the same topic. Something apparently wasn't getting through to Mr. Xlar. My wife had been the one who suggested I respond in the way I had above, so I suppose she didn't get his meaning either. I don't think I can do any better in the future, but it seems you two have taken care of that anyway.

(And I extend my apologies to the website's Moderator here for the long double-posting above. When I later realized that, I was unable to delete it, but perhaps you can.)

~ Des

[Xalar11]

Well, sorry, if I should have offended anyone or getting on someone nerves. I thought I was relatively friendly, but obviously I wasn't, I apoligize. I promise I won't bother anyone here anymore.
Just one thing, that I only would to be happy until Des decides his marriage is in shambles and that they are headed for divorce, that's quite a strange notion, and I find this a bit offensive.

[afagehi7]

Well, sorry, if I should have offended anyone or getting on someone nerves. I thought I was relatively friendly, but obviously I wasn't, I apoligize. I promise I won't bother anyone here anymore.
Just one thing, that I only would to be happy until Des decides his marriage is in shambles and that they are headed for divorce, that's quite a strange notion, and I find this a bit offensive.

No offense intended. We just don't know what you are looking for.

Anyway, let's move on and talk about Gigi and big cocks.

She's a machine. She successfully fucked-out 3 men...2 young ones and one not young but not old (Des).

[Des 31]

. . . Anyway, let's move on and talk about Gigi and big cocks.

She's a machine. She successfully fucked-out 3 men...2 young ones and one not young but not old (Des).

I got a chuckle out of that analogy. Sometimes when I see her being fucked and her body moving as a guy is pumping her, I think her response actually does seem a machine. And Beau, in particular, reminds me of a fucking machine with his young, mighty thrusts and steady, evenly-spaced strokes when doing my wife. She, too, says she loves that about his sexual performance.

Often, I have wished I had waited a day or so to write up an event for the reason something else interesting comes about after I have posted our stories. The last event I described here is one of those. Last night in bed, she was telling me about things that went on with either of the guys when I wasn't around at times over the previous three nights. I asked who has given her the best orgasms of her life.

She twirled her tongue against a cheek as if trying to recall and said, "That would also be the best sex ever. That's hard to say. When I was young and when we first married, I didn't think it could get better. I guess, in the last four or five years, that would be my boss."

I inquired what's different with him. Apparently, it can't be explained in a way I fully understand, but she did her best. She said, "He's a powerful figure with an exceptional manner. Most dicks wither in comparison and when we're having sex, he takes over my mind and being. It has something to do with my image of him, which probably is no different that that of anyone else who works for him or those he does business with. Having sex with him never gets 'old,' if that makes any sense." Subsequent remarks were equally non-instructive. Perhaps it can't be explained with simple words.

It's true he's a big guy. He wears glasses and his hair has thinned, beginning to turn gray at the temples, but all that somehow gives him increased stature. He moves and speaks with supreme confidence and he fucks like a champion. His wife tells me she's affected the same way when having sex with him, but in their day-to-day lives she looks on him as a "husband," just as most spouses see the other. When my wife is cumming with him, it's like a series of explosions detonating in her brain and body. I had before realized that from her loud howls and wails of gratitude during their screwing and her multiple climaxes.

I asked how he compares to Beau or Jack. She said, "I don't like making those comparisons. The guys are great too but in other ways, like you're great for me in yet another way. I'm just trying to answer your question about the 'best.' And that's sort of subjective." I lay back, my dick having fully risen, and said, "That's okay. You did fine. I like it." I crawled atop her and fucked her madly, imagining her boss' big cock driving her nuts. She went on to tell me what his dick feels like inside her pussy until she screamed in orgasm. I was soon cumming in one of the best ways in years as she grinned and pumped against me until the last of my semen seeped into her tunnel. It's always good with her, but that was the best fuck in months.

As she said about her boss, my having sex with my wife never gets old either. She has ways to keep our sex lives exciting and her having sex with other guys is a big part of that.

~ Des

[Scotch98]

Awesome Addition to the weekend story Des.... Gigi is an amazing woman as I know you are keenly aware of. you guys have something most men only can wish and dream they have. The communication between you two is phenomenal..... I hope you have an awesome day....Cheers

[afagehi7]

. . . Anyway, let's move on and talk about Gigi and big cocks.

She's a machine. She successfully fucked-out 3 men...2 young ones and one not young but not old (Des).

I got a chuckle out of that analogy. Sometimes when I see her being fucked and her body moving as a guy is pumping her, I think her response actually does seem a machine. And Beau, in particular, reminds me of a fucking machine with his young, mighty thrusts and steady, evenly-spaced strokes when doing my wife. She, too, says she loves that about his sexual performance.

Often, I have wished I had waited a day or so to write up an event for the reason something else interesting comes about after I have posted our stories. The last event I described here is one of those. Last night in bed, she was telling me about things that went on with either of the guys when I wasn't around at times over the previous three nights. I asked who has given her the best orgasms of her life.

She twirled her tongue against a cheek as if trying to recall and said, "That would also be the best sex ever. That's hard to say. When I was young and when we first married, I didn't think it could get better. I guess, in the last four or five years, that would be my boss."

I inquired what's different with him. Apparently, it can't be explained in a way I fully understand, but she did her best. She said, "He's a powerful figure with an exceptional manner. Most dicks wither in comparison and when we're having sex, he takes over my mind and being. It has something to do with my image of him, which probably is no different that that of anyone else who works for him or those he does business with. Having sex with him never gets 'old,' if that makes any sense." Subsequent remarks were equally non-instructive. Perhaps it can't be explained with simple words.

It's true he's a big guy. He wears glasses and his hair has thinned, beginning to turn gray at the temples, but all that somehow gives him increased stature. He moves and speaks with supreme confidence and he fucks like a champion. His wife tells me she's affected the same way when having sex with him, but in their day-to-day lives she looks on him as a "husband," just as most spouses see the other. When my wife is cumming with him, it's like a series of explosions detonating in her brain and body. I had before realized that from her loud howls and wails of gratitude during their screwing and her multiple climaxes.

I asked how he compares to Beau or Jack. She said, "I don't like making those comparisons. The guys are great too but in other ways, like you're great for me in yet another way. I'm just trying to answer your question about the 'best.' And that's sort of subjective." I lay back, my dick having fully risen, and said, "That's okay. You did fine. I like it." I crawled atop her and fucked her madly, imagining her boss' big cock driving her nuts. She went on to tell me what his dick feels like inside her pussy until she screamed in orgasm. I was soon cumming in one of the best ways in years as she grinned and pumped against me until the last of my semen seeped into her tunnel. It's always good with her, but that was the best fuck in months.

As she said about her boss, my having sex with my wife never gets old either. She has ways to keep our sex lives exciting and her having sex with other guys is a big part of that.

~ Des

I hypothesize that the size of bossman's manhood is a heavily weighted variable in the equation.

[rascalnvixen]

Des and Gigi,

I am almost always amazed at what little bits of knowledge and revelations I gain from your posts!! Gigi, you must be a most interesting woman!! I also seem to think of you as a very worldly woman who's experience in life is far advanced than others of your age. With your time with your lovers over the years, it seems you have learned very well how men think and how to entertain them to your benefit. That is not intended to be negative or to say that you are in anyway taking advantage of them, but recognition that you pay attention to how people interact and relate to one another. I love how you relate to your two young cubs and how you entertain men in public via your well placed jokes!! Now this one is going to sound totally crazy but I'm going to tell you anyway, I see you as the female opposite of the traditional male corporate team leader who has almost risen to the top of the ladder and is very good looking that has many looking at him and he is not a stranger to entertaining certain ladies that he has formed strong bonds with and who is very socially active and charming. That is what I see in my minds eye when I read about you!! Someone who is very well educated and learned who is very charming and quick with a repartee'!! And all of this in just 34 years old?? There is no doubt why Des is hopelessly in love with you. And to your credit, I can also see why you obviously love him, even sometimes if you do verbally abuse him!!! hehehe.... It is good to read about you and please let us know if your loving husband ever misrepresents you or your intents!! By the way, have I mentioned that I like that you read this thread???? Anyway, thanks for being here with us!!!!!

Rascal

Damn, I hate to write a longer type of comment and then to find out that someone like Scotch98 has beaten me to the "submit" button!!! lol Oh, well a similar thought but here it is anyway!!!!

[rascalnvixen]

A7,

"I hypothesize that the size of bossman's manhood is a heavily weighted variable in the equation."

Hahahaha

Funny guy!!!!! As opposed to a fungi!!!

Rascal

[samlowen]

With the way Des and Gigi have described Bossman, I feel that she would be having amazing sex with him even if his cock was smaller and closer to average. They have a connection that is deeper than your basic sex with a big dicked guy. There is some admiration there on her part, I believe. I'm not trying to discount the effect of a large phallus, I just feel he brings more to the table than your normal well hung guy.