My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[solstice]

Des writes: If received some PMs to leave the current avatar up for a longer time instead of rotating them as I usually do.

There is enough clarity in this current Avatar, to satisfy this hard to please devotee, add to that your reportage of her encounters and jokes, makes this thread an erotic masterclass, a not to be missed gem. Does Gigi not object to people wanking over her intimacies?

[Des 31]

My wife was in the shower when Beau arrived earlier than we anticipated. His time is more flexible since his courses are now streamed online rather than held in classrooms. He says there isn’t as much change between classes and online learning as he had assumed. The principal difference is that he can’t now ask the instructor questions but instead looks up his inquiries online as needed.

He wore beige jeans and a blue button-down , long-sleeve shirt. He and I shared a beer across from the other at our kitchen table and talked while she was getting dressed.

I mentioned his telling my wife he needed to talk with her about something. He grinned and said, “Not talk. It’s just that your wife has been on my mind all week. For the first time since school shut down over the virus, I’m glad I wasn’t in classes. I would have been walking around campus with a hard-on.” I chuckled over that and said, “I hear that. It happened to me a few times as a student. I had to find some place to sit until it passed.” He held up his beer can as a “Glad you understand” gesture, bumped his beer can against mine and said, “Good to hear I’m not the only one with that problem.”

Perhaps because Beau has slowly filled out with a larger physique during the time we have known him, I hadn’t before noticed it. He has matured and become even more assured in his behavior and manner of speech. I had from the beginning considered him more mature than the average guy his age but hadn’t ‘til now thought of him as having “grown up.”

When she came out to greet us with a broad smile, she wore a white buttoned afghan that has been altered to extend halfway down her thighs. The thin fabric allowed us to notice she wore nothing beneath. She scooted onto a chair alongside Beau and said, “Glad you’re here. Are you still coming over Friday night as planned?” He responded he wouldn’t miss that date and repeated pretty much what he had told me for his his reason for coming over this night.

She grinned, told me to get her a beer and said to him, “Feels good to know I’m wanted.” As I handed her a beer from the fridge, he leaned to kiss her fully on the lips. The two deeply embraced. I sat quietly, partly to watch but mostly for the reason I didn’t wish to distract them. He reached a hand beneath the table. It was clear the hand was sliding up her bare leg.

His fingers manipulated her clitoris. Her increasingly heavy breathing turned to low moans. She fumbled for his zipper, reached her hand inside and curled her fist around his dick. Moments later, she whimpered, “Let’s go to bed.” She swiveled her head toward me and said, “Wake me in the morning if I’m not up at the usual time.” She was to return to work that day following her three days off, but neither had discussed his staying overnight.

When he stood, only inches from my face, his cock bulged in his unzipped, tight jeans. He glanced down to where I sat and said, “I appreciate your generosity.” I told him I should instead thank him for pleasing my wife. At times I have watched them in the past, my wife seemed the slightly more aggressive of the two but not this time. He took her by a hand and confidently led her to our bedroom.

I picked up my laptop from our home office, went to the guest bedroom, and got naked. Her throw-away comment to me the previous night that she might “teach him something” that night caused me to fire up my laptop and log on to our bedroom’s surveillance cams.

Our marital bedroom would have been dark had it not been for the adjoining bathroom light spilling into the room. Beau knelt on the floor and licked her pussy as she lay back on the bed, her legs spread. She moaned, “Oh yeah,” as his tongue rolled over her clitoris. She shifted to bend her legs atop his shoulders and her ankles beneath his armpits.

She climaxed within a minute, wailing, “Yiiii! Oh fuck yes.” She sat up on the side of the bed, urged him to stand and sucked his dick. He groaned, fucking her mouth in slow strokes.

My cock swelled. I pulled a handkerchief from my pants pocket and curled my fist around its dimension. I stroked my putz in rhythm with his hips.

He said he wanted to fuck her. She withdrew her lips and eagerly pleaded, “Oh yeah, I want that too.” Still standing, he guided his cock to her cunt and slowly worked it in as my wife cried out her gratitude. The camera at the top of our dresser displayed his back and her splayed legs as he rapidly thrust into her. My moans were more like whimpers as I jerked off. I love other men driving my wife to heights of ecstasy and her thrilled squalls told me he was doing that perfectly.

She sat up and pressed her hands against his chest as he fucked her. At that angle, I couldn’t see their eyes but discerned from experience each was staring wide-eyed at the other. She whined in a passionate utterances, “Yes, just like that!” “My pussy’s steamin’.” “Fuck it good.” “I love your hot cock.” Staring at the laptop’s screen, I squeezed my cock tightly. My thoughts swirled in a dazzling vortex of emotion as he banged her like a fucking wizard.

He withdrew, pushed her naked body about so that her head was on a pillow and positioned his knees between her thighs. She looked down to his cock as his dickhead pushed past her opening. He plunged his stiff pole to full depth in her cunt. Her head rolled back and she cried, “Oh god, it’s so good.” Her heels kicked against the mattress as his shaft jack-hammered her pussy.

I glanced at my watch and estimated they had been fucking twenty minutes. I wondered how long he could last at this velocity. He rolled her onto her stomach. She understood what he wanted and rested on her knees, her hands braced on the wall above our headboard. He said, “I needed to fuck you so much tonight.”

She turned her head about and sobbed, “I knowww. I need you too. I’m so bad!” He slammed into her cunt from the rear and her hips gyrated in response. She cried out, “I’m cummin’ again!” and sobbed as the sensation rolled through her.

Within five minutes, his head rolled back and he hollered, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming.” She wept, her body shuddering as his sperm spilled into her tunnel. His climax seemed to last for minutes. She pumped her buttocks against his belly as if to capture every droplet of seminal fluid. Beau’s breath escaped in huffs as his cum drained into her cunt.

He rolled aside. She wrapped her arms about him, kissing and sobbing. Her voice quavered as she told him, “That was wonderful. I love our times together.”

I could no longer hold back. I lay aside my computer on the bed’s far side and jerked my cock madly until I spurted into my handkerchief. If I had been in the same room, I would have told them they did it well. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. I rolled up the handkerchief and dropped it to the floor alongside my bed. Dog-tired from watching, I felt my body was a puddle of useless goo. At the time, I couldn’t decide whether it was really that good for her or she had given him all she had for his benefit. Either way, their fucking was hot and I haven’t since asked her about it.

I was still recovering when the two walked into the guest room where I lay on the bed. Gigi said, “It’s been a good night. We thought you might like a massage.” I rolled onto my stomach and said, “Good idea, thanks.” My wife started at my shoulders and worked her way down my back while Beau sat alongside me chatting.

He said, “I’ve never seen either of you arguing. Don’t you ever have disagreements?” I looked up at him and said dissensions come about but we don’t get emotional about it.Grinning, I added, “Besides, I don’t argue with people trained to kill.”

He laughed and said he also often thinks about her always carrying a firearm. He said, “When she visits our apartment, the first thing she does when getting undressed is remove her holster and gun and puts those in the bedside’s table drawer.” I didn’t recall her mentioning it, but it’s an ordinary routine she also does at our home.

She grinned and said, “It’s just a security guard license. I’m trained to disable, not kill, and I’ve never drawn a weapon on anyone. I wouldn’t shoot to kill unless someone held a weapon in a threatening way. There are other ways to take down a bad guy who isn’t armed.” He said, “I know, but his remark was funny anyway.”

Because Gigi was to return to work Thursday, Beau had planned to leave around nine-thirty. He unnecessarily reminded us he will be returning Friday night and stay through Saturday morning as my wife had suggested.

She was working on my legs when she bit her lower lip as in thought. She looked over to Beau and inquired, “Jack will be here overnight Friday after next. How would you like coming over Saturday morning and the three of us going to the shooting range together?” Beau liked the idea and said he would ask Jack but felt sure he would enjoy that.

Beau looked at his watch and said he should dress to leave. My wife and I didn’t put on our clothes but she kissed him a “good-bye-til-Friday” at the door.

We went to bed. The covers were thrown about from their hot session. I said to her, “Your two guys seem to do everything you want them to do.” She said, “Glad you noticed. They like what I like.”

I had previously inquired why she thinks Beau and Jack follow her guidance in so many ways. She said she uses the same techniques with employees at work. She takes the time to understand how their minds work and how they see the world. She learns to see things the way they do by watching and listening, then designs a game plan that encourages them to learn concepts in a different way. Her technique isn’t one that I care to follow, but it evidently works on at least some others. The guys’ attitudes, beliefs and behaviors have become more like hers as each month passes. It’s morphed to something like being around three Gigis, which I find to be an peculiar condition. But for those three, the bond between them has seemingly become unbreakable. I then realized that, to a lesser degree, she does the same with me; but as one who throughout my life has trusted few and questioned almost everything, I’m a more difficult subject for persuasion.

I mentioned my curiosity about what she had said about teaching Beau something new that night. She laughed and said that was a joke. Her reason for that follow-up drive-in joke was a way to tell me her remark should have been obvious. She went on, “There’s nothing else for either him or Jack to learn unless they had gay tendencies, which neither does. Once at their place, I asked if either had ever had an urge to be with a guy. Both said they couldn’t bring themselves to suck dicks but might consider letting another guy do them. I wasn’t sure but suspected that to mean they were open for you to suck them off if you were bent that way. So, if you ever have the urge . . .”

I laughed and said, “I’d have to think long and hard about that.” She smiled and turned over and was asleep within seconds. She hadn’t before mentioned to me that conversation with the guys, but I thought that might explain a couple of odd occurrences between me and Jack to which I had paid little attention at the time. Perhaps he was checking me out for that tendency. Surprises often come about in this lifestyle; or maybe it’s just my living with her that bring about ongoing surprises.

~ Des

[solstice]

I keep thinking when you recount Gigi's sexual adventures, that for this reader they couldn't get any better, but this is up there with the best, you give an insight into to the sensual side of your marriage, that makes the reader know and empathize with you, Gigi''s and her playmates.
I am sure those guys will be better lovers and husbands due to the nurturing and example she has given. To which of the "lads" do you feel more of a connection?

[afagehi7]

Des - with the teaching I was on the fence about anal or mm cock sucking. I don't think you suck cocks and Gigi doesn't do anal but I couldn't think of anything else.

[Des 31]

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. . . To which of the "lads" do you feel more of a connection?

When Beau and I first met, we connected rather well. But as I got to know Jack, I came to feel both were equally friends, something I wouldn’t have anticipated with two guys that much younger. The bond with Jack was enhanced when I learned similarities between his upbringing and mine. Because my father transferred around to different states when I was a kid and Jack was raised in a remote rural area, neither of us developed life-long friends. Beau, my wife and her boss had more common upbringings. Among other traits, Jack and I are uncommonly cautious in trusting others. Talking with either Jack or Beau is more like that of men my age or older.

For my wife, there are other reasons this has become a successful relationship. Posted replies and private messages by some seem to misunderstand how or why our marriage can possibly be successful. I’m most often ineffective in trying to clarify our reasons to those who aren’t in hotwife relationships. I have written this isn’t for everyone, and complaints I receive about our marital contract convince me I’m right. It takes a certain attitude, discipline, trust and communication between both spouses. The depth and degree of those traits among successful hotwife couples isn’t common within all marriages. I don’t expect everyone to agree with the way we live our lives, and that’s why I no longer respond to hostile messages.

Perhaps I can at least better explain why our current arrangement works for us.

Because it’s a lesson I have learned over months, I haven’t before mentioned the reason for the ever-growing bond between my wife and her two younger buddies. It might have seemed complicated had I written bit by bit about the emotions and traits that drew them together and they become closer like a nail to a magnet. If a magnet is strong enough, it’s difficult to pry apart the nail and magnet. That’s now where they are.

Beau and Jack have found being with my 33-year-old wife, 12 years their senior, has boosted their self-esteem and confidence. The initial attraction between Beau and my wife, who met when taking a night class together at the local community college, was physical. I understood that. My wife is smoking hot and Beau was then exceptionally attractive 19-year-old more mature than most his age. When they first fucked, neither expected their hookup to be an ongoing relationship. She was older, married and he wasn’t.

As time went on in their physical hookups, his roommate Jack asked Beau if she might also be interested in having sex with him. By then, neither realized they were emotionally bonding as I occasionally suggested to her. When Beau asked her about including Jack, she agreed. To my wife at that time, it seemed no more than “fun” as it did to the two guys.

Their sexual connection turned to something deeper. The guys soon realized her life experience was a valuable enhancement to the relationship. They found her more emotionally stable than younger girls they knew or had known.

My wife came to realize she could teach them paths to success and stability, having nothing to do with sex. Her reasons for caring aren’t clear. Perhaps it’s a typical motherly characteristic or maybe no more than a desire to be a mentor. Essentially, her reaction was the mirror image of theirs. While they found her to more grounded than most younger women and possessing different perspectives, she looked at them as blank slates who could be molded into something better.

Either way, the sex has been hot for all. She was being mightily fucked at her convenience by two young men with greater enthusiasm and lasting power than most men her age or older.

Although her boss is older, he has similar but unusual abilities, but that isn’t common among men nearing fifty years of age. I have the impression his ongoing attraction for my wife is similar to that of my wife’s feelings toward Beau and Jack. He has been her mentor and guide just as she has been to the two students. She looks up to him because of his knowledge and achievement in the ways Beau and Jack see my wife. But the sex between Gig and her boss is hot, and her boss’ larger than average dick is a significant advantage in her experience.

Mentorship was perhaps also the motivation od the sensei at the jiu jitsu dojo; or perhaps it was no more than lust between him and Gigi. That isn’t an ongoing relationship because his dojo is temporarily closed and he has since been staying in New Mexico with friends with who he once worked elsewhere at an oil field.

Her relationships between her and her guys works for me. I have an inexplicable need for a wife who fucks other men, and it’s even better if she has deeper feelings for them. In my and her way of thinking, that’s a successful marriage. She frequently tells me she likes things the way they are by thanking me for my attitude that allows her the freedom to have sex with others. She needs it. I need it. That seems pretty simple.
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Side Notes: Beau is fucking her in our bedroom as I write this, and judging from the sounds through the wall separating us, it must be pretty good for both. Jack agreed to meet her and Beau tomorrow morning at the indoor firing range for basic firearms instruction, which may turn out to be a regular outing for them. After tomorrow, I may join them. If she feels confident both are competent at year’s end and their parents have no objections, she is considering surprising each with a concealable semi-automatic and holster for Christmas. (Personally, I have never carried or owed a handgun but she owns three and more recently a shotgun. When we go out together, she often tells me with a grin as she pats the slight bulge at the small of her back, “You’re always safe with me, Kemo Sabe.”)

She told me when I arrived home this afternoon she and her boss are driving separately Tuesday afternoon to meet with a car dealership and they mutually decided to take that opportunity to have sex after that. She suggested they could meet at the remote wooded lake where she, Jean, Beau and Jack had fucked in Jean’s motor home but didn’t admit to him how she knew about the place. Instead, they settled on coming to our home since I will be at work until around six that day. Because they should arrive here around three to four p.m., I’m guessing he will still be here when I get home from the office. (Neither of us expected that “once-a-month” decision to which they agreed would last for long, but they most likely won’t be staying overnight together as often as before.)

I’m going to listen outside our bedroom door for a while, then sleep in our guest bedroom.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

"If she feels confident both are competent at year’s end and their parents have no objections, she is considering surprising each with a concealable semi-automatic and holster for Christmas. (Personally, I have never carried or owed a handgun but she owns three and more recently a shotgun."

Des,

I may be preaching to the choir here but I feel compelled to comment on your statement above. There are at least two things here that you should know even though the first one I'm sure you are aware. That is in my understanding, both Beau and Jack are over the age of 18 and are legally considered adults. That means the parents permission is not required, legally, but their objections may be relevant. I have a feeling that is why you chose the word objections instead of permission. Secondly, please have Gigi be very careful in making her purchases for her two cubs. She cannot buy pistols for someone else and give as a gift or sell the same, this is known as a "straw purchase" and is a violation of federal law and is very heavily punished as a felony. They will have to apply to purchase individually with a FFL and if they obtain all the required approvals, she may pay for their purchase but they must be the actual person of record buying the firearms. Her friend at the range should be able to explain all the local requirements so that if she decides to do that for them it should all go smoothly. Additionally, if she does wish to proceed with this for the guys, I would suggest that sometime during the summer break, if they have one, they should take a beginners firearm class specifically for pistols. The NRA has a number of classes that are taught locally that will give them a good background for firearm ownership and use. The successful completion of a class of that nature may be important in their approval to purchase firearms at such a young age. Now, please allow me to step off my soapbox before I stumble and hurt myself!!!

On the other hand, I would love to have Gigi stand behind me while reaching around to show me the proper grip on the pistol, her breasts pushing against my back. I would be the dumbest student she ever had!!! I can relate to that very scenario as my instructor when I was taking my instructor's training was a woman who was very well endowed. Although she never assumed that position I referenced, she did reach across my shoulder and/or arms to be sure I was in the proper form and that action did cause a brushing of her breasts on a few occasions. I always thought she knew what she was doing.... Damned tease!!!

Looking forward to hearing about how things went in the next room to you tonight!! I found your comments about her mentorship very enlightening. You explained that difficult concept very well and to relate that to her relationship to her boss was very good. I had long thought of her and her boss' relationship in a similar manner.

Have a good weekend!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Des,

I may be preaching to the choir here but I feel compelled to comment on your statement above. There are at least two things here that you should know even though the first one I'm sure you are aware. . . . Secondly, please have Gigi be very careful in making her purchases for her two cubs. She cannot buy pistols for someone else and give as a gift or sell the same . . .

Looking forward to hearing about how things went in the next room to you tonight!! I found your comments about her mentorship very enlightening. You explained that difficult concept very well and to relate that to her relationship to her boss was very good. I had long thought of her and her boss' relationship in a similar manner.

Have a good weekend!!!!

Rascal

Great response for all who read this to know and you're right, but she also knows that. My remarks were heavily abbreviated. A background check for any firearm owner is required, so the "surprise" would actually be a card with that announcement and a trip to the gun store, which also has the indoor firing range, to choose what she thinks would be an appropriate weapon. Each would need to stop by the local law enforcement office for a fingerprint check to be submitted with a State form. But her idea may change over the coming months. Whether she will do that depends on several observations and decisions she will make in the interim. She's careful about important decisions like that. Thanks for writing - enjoyed those other remarks...

~ Des

Added on later (9:45 a.m.): Beau was still fucking her when I wrote that earlier this morning. I heard him laughing a half hour ago and checked into what was going on in the bedroom. She had told him this joke: "A man took his Rottweiler to the vet and said, "My dog is cross-eyed, any thing you can do for him?" The vet said "Lets have a look at him." He picked up the dog and examined his eyes, then checked his teeth. He said, " I m going to have to put him down." The owner said, "What! Because he's cross-eyed?" The vet said, "No because he is really, really heavy."
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His dick was still inside my wife as she repeated the joke to me. After she told me, he began pumping her pussy from behind. Her eyes and mouth were half open as he plowed her. He has admirable stamina. I left them alone. They phoned Jack to say they were heading to the firing range in a few minutes and just left. Jack will join them there.

[solstice]

Des: caused me to fire up my laptop and log on to our bedroom’s surveillance cams.

Were there sufficient light to see the the action and are you wired for sound.

[Des 31]

The company's senior partner is coming by our home in about an hour, so I have a limited time to update yesterday's events. He wants to fully reopen our office sometime next week. My apologies if the time allowed results in any typos here.

My wife and Beau arrived home from the firing range Saturday just past noon, followed shortly by Jack in his pickup. Gigi had been training them in the basics and both her guys said they had a good feel for it after going through a box of bullets between them. She told them, “Don’t get cocky. There’s a lot more to learn, like cleaning and storing a gun, and it takes a lot of practice at all of it to become proficient.” I know from observing her she’s right about that. “Practice” and that mess of cleaning are among the reasons I have no interest in knowing more. Thanks to her, I can sight and pull a trigger and that’s all I care about.

We sat in the patio’s hot tub for a while and talked. The guys sat on each side of her, across from me.

They had received notices through the mail they would be attending regular classes this summer instead of online instruction, which they otherwise would have been doing at their homes. Based upon our community’s success in avoiding a virus outbreak, the university is allowing a limited number of students in certain disciplines to attend one-third-size classes while others may continue studies online. Accounting and certain engineering courses are among the available on-campus classes and the guys were among those selected. They had expected not to be returning this coming summer. The school’s decision on whether to fully reopen in the fall isn’t yet settled.

Because each lives out of town, they would take classes onlineotherwise and not be here over their summer session. Beau had previously told me both preferred staying in their apartment locally to be near my wife but had assumed they wouldn’t be. As we sat around our kitchen table, Gigi told them she was glad it’s working out for all in this three-way relationship.

She stood and said to both, “Let’s go the bedroom and celebrate,” and turning to me, she said, “You too, Kemo Sabe.” We dried off and went inside. As we followed her to our bedroom, Beau said, “You’re always calling him that. What does ‘kemo sabe’ mean anyway?”

She pulled back the bedcover and said, “It has many meanings, depending on which language. To me, it means ‘little buddy.’” They laughed at that. Her comment wasn’t intended as a putdown. At 5’11”, she’s an inch taller than me, so I guess that fits. She says an Arizona tribe once used the word to describe a white person, which wouldn’t have worked in the Lone Ranger stories. In Spanish, the sound comes out as “crazy.” In the Lone Ranger stories, it was believed to mean “friend,” “scout,” or “trusted aide,” but many think those were words the writers of the series made up. Tonto’s supposed tribe had no such words.

But “little buddy” isn’t really her reason for using it. She made that up when responding to Beau but didn’t wish to go into the details of why she calls me that. The transliteration from Minnesota’s Ojibwe tribe is “he who peeks:” She says that fits me because I’m often peeking when others are fucking her. Either way one wants to translate it, I’m stuck with that handle.

I sat in a side chair and watched for a few minutes. Jack fucked her first while she was on her knees and sucking Beau’s cock. I left, went to the guest bedroom and listened from across the hall though the open door. When she began crying out for one of the guys, “Oh fuck yeah,” I masturbated. I love hearing her passionate responses of, “Yeah! Yeah!” and “It’s so good!”

Next Saturday looks like it will be a foursome for my wife, but I won't be joining them. Jack was alternately scheduled to be here next Friday night (without Beau) with my wife but both surprised her by suggesting if she changed that to the next night, Saturday, Beau and Jack’s girlfriend Jean could stay over that night. Jean's husband will be away for four days beginning Thursday. Jean is working Friday night at her part-time pharmacy job but is off Saturday. Gigi came to my room alone, leaving the guys in bed, to ask whether that would be a problem. We hadn’t planned to go out anyway in that most restaurants, theaters and other places are closed. I said I didn’t have a problem with that if she wanted.

Her boss told her Friday that two local restaurants are reopening the following week for limited customers, so I made early reservations for the following Friday online, and she and I will go to out to dinner that night.

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A term I often encounter is when reading about sexual relations between a married woman and another man as “casual sex.” In our experience, neither my wife nor I have ever considered anything about her hookups to be “casual.” It’s non-threatening to our marriage but almost always intense and each of us likes that. Her personality and attitude allow her to keep a certain emotional distance between her and anyone other than me. But she throws herself fully into fucking when with another guy. She thinks of other men as fuckbuddies, which she understands to mean each satisfying their sexual needs of the moment.

On a couple of occasions a few years back, those two men confided to her they were falling in love. She gently let them down and broke off the relationship. Now she lets anyone know if she agrees to have sex with them, it will be only for “fun,” not for romance. What most think of as “romance” comes about anyway when any two partners are having sex, but she expects her men to keep the relationship in perspective.

She says she has sex only with men (or women) she feels are friends and sex is “the friendliest thing two people can do.” Once when she told me of having said that to a guy, I grinned and said, “Yeah, that sounds pretty friendly to me too.” She smiled and punched me on the shoulder, saying, “I think you get it, Kemo Sabe.”

In the early days of our arrangement, I asked why she finds it so difficult to allow me to be “friendly:” with another woman. She said she doesn’t believe I could handle it right and added, “And I have no intention of losing you.” Her boss recently repeated her frequent comment to me. I tell her to just keep doing what she’s doing as long as she wants, and I’ll be happy with that arrangement.

She said, “I know, and I’ll carry that burden for both of us.” To me, that was a funny comment, and she repeats it now and then to get a chuckle out of me. My question was rhetorical anyway. I don’t really have that need, so that works for the two of us.

Judging from personal messages and comments here by men who don’t think this sort of marriage can possibly work, perhaps only a man in a hotwife or cuckold relationship can understand it. I’ve never had a desire to question monogamous commitments, but some feel it necessary to complain about the way my wife and I live. I understand their position, but at least some cannot understand ours. Should anyone should wonder why I no longer bother responding to those sorts of messages, that’s my reasoning. I’m convinced they can’t be convinced, so hashing out another reply isn’t worth my time.

~ Des

[Des 31]

Des: caused me to fire up my laptop and log on to our bedroom’s surveillance cams.

Were there sufficient light to see the the action and are you wired for sound.

Yes, it was fine that way, Solstice. And I get sound.

[Scotch98]

Great update Des and Great insight. You and Gigi have such a wonderful thing going and may it always stay just the way it is.....

[JustWantToWatch]

She cannot buy pistols for someone else and give as a gift or sell the same, this is known as a "straw purchase" and is a violation of federal law and is very heavily punished as a felony.

This is incorrect. A straw purchaser is someone who knowingly purchases a gun for a prohibited person (someone who will not pass the background check). Private party gifting or sales are legal in many states. I have given guns as gifts several times.

[rascalnvixen]

She cannot buy pistols for someone else and give as a gift or sell the same, this is known as a "straw purchase" and is a violation of federal law and is very heavily punished as a felony.

This is incorrect. A straw purchaser is someone who knowingly purchases a gun for a prohibited person (someone who will not pass the background check). Private party gifting or sales are legal in many states. I have given guns as gifts several times.

I understand your comment but the firearms have to be registered in the name of the person who is being gifted. Regardless of whether or not they are prohibited. Here is the actual wording on the ATF form 4473, section 11, "a. Are you the actual transferee/buyer of the firearm(s) listed on this form? Warning: You are not the actual transferee/buyer if you are acquiring the firearm(s) on behalf of another person. If you are not the actual transferee/buyer, the licensee cannot transfer the firearm(s) to you." Some states are more stringent than others and exceed the federal requirements but the federal requirements are the baseline and apply throughout the country. Nothing in the form says anything about a "prohibited person". You may have done this in the past but you may have violated federal law by doing so. Either way, anyone who wishes to do this should follow the advice of a local FFL to be sure.

Rascal

[solstice]

Gun owning is not part of our culture, I have never held any type of gun, nor have I to my knowledge been in the vicinity of a firearm.
The Dunblane school massacre took place at Dunblane Primary School near Stirling, Scotland, on 13 March 1996, when Thomas Hamilton shot 16 children and one teacher dead and injured 15 others, before killing himself. It remains the deadliest mass shooting in British history.
The Tennis player Andy Murray, and his brother attended that school and had to take cover. Guns now can now only be held under licence and require an interview with the police: membership of a shooting club is considered, but not if the applicant has a criminal record, medical history is also checked,
There has been no mass shootings since Dunblane.

[JustWantToWatch]

I understand your comment but the firearms have to be registered in the name of the person who is being gifted. Regardless of whether or not they are prohibited. Here is the actual wording on the ATF form 4473, section 11, "a. Are you the actual transferee/buyer of the firearm(s) listed on this form? Warning: You are not the actual transferee/buyer if you are acquiring the firearm(s) on behalf of another person. If you are not the actual transferee/buyer, the licensee cannot transfer the firearm(s) to you." Some states are more stringent than others and exceed the federal requirements but the federal requirements are the baseline and apply throughout the country. Nothing in the form says anything about a "prohibited person". You may have done this in the past but you may have violated federal law by doing so. Either way, anyone who wishes to do this should follow the advice of a local FFL to be sure.

Rascal

All it says is that you are the buyer of the firearm, this means you are not spending someone else's money to get the gun. There is no national registration.

[rascalnvixen]

Just,

This is not the time nor the place to debate this issue. You missed the point all together. Do what you want. I have no more to say about this.

Rascal

[afagehi7]

Just,

This is not the time nor the place to debate this issue. You missed the point all together. Do what you want. I have no more to say about this.

Rascal

Really. Who fucking cares. Let them do whatever they want. Let's get back to Gigi's newfound admission of her love of big cocks.

[Observer1931]

afagehi7 wrote:

Really. Who fucking cares. Let them do whatever they want. Let's get back to Gigi's newfound admission of her love of big cocks.

Amen

[rascalnvixen]

afagehi7 wrote:

Really. Who fucking cares. Let them do whatever they want. Let's get back to Gigi's newfound admission of her love of big cocks.

Amen

Agreed!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Gigi and her boss had an early-afternoon meeting Tuesday with one of the owners of a local car dealership. The company has become an exceptional bank customer and had originally been referred to their bank by my wife’s boat-owner friend. Apparently her presence worked out well. She and her boss the took the rest of the afternoon off at our home.

I arrived home from the office a few minutes past six. His car was parked on the driveway behind our front wall, so I let myself in quietly. I walked down the hallway and peered around the bedroom’s doorjamb. Both were naked and asleep, and the covers were rumpled at the foot of the bed. She lay alongside him, a leg across his and a hand on his hip. He lightly snored. Having no idea when he anticipated leaving, I retreated to the kitchen, pulled a soft drink from the fridge and took that to the home office where I sat at my computer.

Perhaps fifteen minutes passed when I heard my wife moan a sound distinctive to times she is with him. She loves the sensations of his stiff, expansive tool. Even soft, it’s the size of my erect six inches.

Her sounds when her boss’ large cock is entering her cunt are different than when she is with others, but difference is difficult to describe. When they began fucking just over three years ago, she told me she was set back when first seeing the size of his cock. She feared she wouldn’t be able to take it, saying it was “fearsome.” Although their initial hookups were exciting, she still felt anxiety about it those first few times. She didn’t then admit to me that as time went on, she came to realize the thrill of the difference between his cock and others. Even now, at times when holding his dick in her hand, she says she still gulps at the thought it will soon be inside her.

I don’t think the words she utters when fucking are different with dissimilar men. It’s her sounds of passion that aren’t the same. When her younger guys Beau or Jack first insert their tools into her, it’s more often a long Ohhhh. With her boss, it’s more often, “Mmphh,” as his python slides into her tunnel and followed by a high-pitched wail as his penis sinks into her pussy. The tone of her squeals aren’t the same with him.

I heard the slap of flesh. Keeping out of their sight, I walked to the doorway’s edge. He was atop my wife, kissing her deeply. Her heels kicked his buttocks. Her arms embraced his neck as he fucked her. His cock pumped slowly at that moment but increased with rapid intensity when she whimpered, “Oh yeah, fuck it. Fuck it.” He braced his hands at each side of her neck and looked down at her. Her hips gyrated in response to his rapid thrusts. She pressed her fists against his shoulders. Her eyes locked onto his. From that angle, I couldn’t see his stare but her eyes were wide and wild.

He withdrew to roll her over, causing her to spot me peering around the doorway. She shot me a tight-lipped smile but gave him no indication I was watching. She knelt, turned to face the back wall and gripped the headboard.He entered her cunt from behind. She sobbed, “This is so good. I love it.” Her butt bumped back against his belly as he fucked her doggy-style. His hands gripped her hips and he responded, “It’s always good.”

I unzipped my fly and pulled out my boner. Stroking in rhythm with his thrusts, I turned from the doorway and leaned my back against the wall. It seemed a great effort not to moan at their sounds of lust. My wife screamed she was “cumming so good.” A minute or so later, he groaned as his sperm filled her channel.

I hadn’t yet ejaculated but zipped up and walked to the bedroom door . They lay aside on their backs and I tapped the door lightly. The simultaneously looked up and each invited me in. My wife looked at her Mickey Mouse watch and said, “I think time got away from us. It’s six-thirty-five.”

He picked up his eyeglasses from the bedside table and said, “I should be heading home.” Turning to me, he apologized, “I didn’t mean to take up your time with her this afternoon.” I said, “No problem, really. My wife clearly enjoyed your visit.” We chatted as he dressed and Gigi and I walked him to the door where she, still naked, kissed him a goodbye. She grinned and said, “Glad you came over.” He laughed and said, “I’m glad I ‘came’ too.” She and I laughed at his double-meaning. He has said that to her before after fucking, and she knew her remark would bring about that response.

As he drove away, Gigi said they had been here since around three-fifteen and fucked twice during that time. I admitted my pleasure she enjoys his big dick. She said, “Yeah, well, that’s a pretty good feature.” She bussed me on the lips and said, “Let’s go to bed. I can tell you how my day went,” and added as she turned toward the bedroom, “Unless you’d rather hear how the later afternoon went instead.”

As she gripped my cock and guided it to her pussy, I told her I’d prefer hearing how she felt as he fucked her. I didn’t last more than four or five minutes until I was cumming.

She grinned and said, “You’re so easy to entertain.” She’s right. I really am.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

I was thinking about you and Gigi today and wondering how their meeting went at the car dealer!! Hahaha, not really, but I was wondering or more assuming, they were going to end up fucking somehow!! I always enjoy hearing what a woman thinks as she is getting filled with a sizable cock. I was also wondering, based on a couple of other posts a week ago about listening to her having sex in your bedroom and that you could not hear what was being said. So, that makes me wonder, what happened to that Atomic Ear or whatever it is called that you bought to enhance your ability to hear those low volume sexy exchanges between your sexy wife and her lovers??

Anyway, it's good to know Gigi is still as energetic as usual and loving all her cocks!!! Are you still planning to open your office next week?? Is it a full opening or a reduced opening with others still working from home?? Just curious!!

Thanks for the update!!! OH, yeah, what's the schedule for this weekend??? I seem to have lost track of what's happening.

Rascal

[Scotch98]

Great update Des, I am sure it is such a sight to watch Gigi and her boss fuck, especially knowing she knows you are watching. Love the details as they say the devil is in the details and i love them. Thanks for sharing your feeling and Gigi's as well. Tell her for me that she is an amazing Lady. Cheers

[Des 31]

Des, I was thinking about you and Gigi today and wondering how their meeting went at the car dealer!! Hahaha, not really, but I was wondering or more assuming, they were going to end up fucking somehow!! I always enjoy hearing what a woman thinks as she is getting filled with a sizable cock. I was also wondering, based on a couple of other posts a week ago about listening to her having sex in your bedroom and that you could not hear what was being said. So, that makes me wonder, what happened to that Atomic Ear or whatever it is called that you bought to enhance your ability to hear those low volume sexy exchanges between your sexy wife and her lovers??

Anyway, it's good to know Gigi is still as energetic as usual and loving all her cocks!!! Are you still planning to open your office next week?? Is it a full opening or a reduced opening with others still working from home?? Just curious!! Thanks for the update!!! OH, yeah, what's the schedule for this weekend??? I seem to have lost track of what's happening.

Rascal

Hi, Rascal. She and I had a talk about his sizeable cock last night but it took a few minutes. For some time now, I have had some questions I haven't been able to bring myself to asking, but she was more forthcoming than I had expected and it was enlightening (but pretty good in my opinion). She told me not to hold off ever again if I ever have questions like that, saying, "I'll never withold anything from you."

I'll be leaving for the office in a few minutes. You mentioned his large dick here, so I'll write up later a summary of that conversation mentioned above, probably tomorrow. I still have that sound amplifier device but didn't need it Tuesday night. It works fine but I don't always think about getting it out of my desk drawer here at home. I suppose the excitation and jerking off at those times has my mind too much on what they're doing. On one occasion, I had misplaced it and have since been more careful where I keep it.

More restaurants than I had known have opened up here in town, maybe all as of today if some haven't gone out of business. I had made reservations for one of our favorites, and she and I are going there tonight. Tomorrow night, Gigi, Beau, Jean and Jack will be at our home. I haven't yet made plans for myself that night but might be here at that time. My wife said we'll talk about that tonight.

About the office: The senior partner and four others have been coming into work regularly. He, I, and our floating secretary phoned and emailed all employees the first three work days this week to tell all we're back in business. Everyone else was working from home, so no one lost any pay. I personally thought closing down was unnecessary anyway.

The senior partner suggested I take the floater on next week as my personal assistant, so I finally relented on that. She is a knockout that gets looks from every guy in the office, but my wife insists she would harbor no jealousy or suspicions about her working closely with me, and I wouldn't mess around with another woman anyway. The new rules are to wear face masks unless anyone has a need not to do that, and we'll keep the social distances. Only three other people, all in the same apartment building, are known to have contacted coronavirus in the city and none of those have been hospitalized. The only hospital patient in our area since the national outbreak was an elderly woman outside the city limits who was reported to be a frequent international traveler, but she was reported by local news as recovered and probably now immune. I don't know anyone who knows that former patient. I hope all other regions are soon to be as fortunate as we are here. The floating secretary has been asking to work for me personally instead of all partners, some of which have their own secretaries anyway.

Always good to hear from you.

~ Des

[solstice]

Will clients be visiting the office to see you, or will their contact be by phone or video conference?

[solstice]

Am I right in thinking you have not had any sexual contact with Jean...... yet?
Does Gigi sometimes surprise you with being slightly more relaxed on your occasional participation, although you read each other so well.