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by Des 31 » Sun Nov 08, 2020 1:33 pm
The following is days old and written when my wife and another man were out of the house for a while. I didn’t get around to posting it until tonight and didn’t bother to update it except for a remark included below.
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I could have posted four events of my wife being fucked since my last posting here but business responsibilities haven’t left time for me to even add those to my computer journal. So here’s the latest. It came about in an entirely unexpected way.
I have been out of state for the past week on ad work and PR for two existing clients and a new restaurant client. The restaurant’s principal and his stockholders wish to expand to two other cities as Renaissance-themed bistros. The largest stockholder’s name is Jayson but prefers being referred to as “Jay.” They have purchased the intended properties but won’t be remodeling and opening until the anticipated Covid vaccines and improved medications are approved.
On my second night in town, Jay, his attorney, and I had dinner at one of his two eateries in the city. A photographer snapped our photo at our table and the client handed it to me; I intend to frame it and hang it in my office. When I mentioned the plague in our region was virtually non-existent, he said that might also be a favorable choice for a fourth location. When I flew home Friday evening, he accompanied me for reason of getting to know our firm’s other partners.
I insisted he stay at our home rather than a hotel for the three days he would be in town, but by the time I got around to inviting him, he had another reason for visiting. He and I were having drinks at the lounge in the hotel where I was staying. A few minutes after his attorney departed for home, our conversation took an unexpected turn. He confided his preference for married women, opining they’re less problematic than single women. On one occasion two years before, a woman told him her husband knew they were having sex and approved. He grinned and said the woman’s confession made the arrangement better for all three. It ended when the husband began to exhibit feelings of jealousy.
With the exception of my wife’s extramarital partners, I don’t tell anyone about our marital arrangement. At some point, I responded that I could understand that husband’s preference. I told him a half-truth, that I “recently” told my wife I wouldn’t mind if she had a boyfriend for an occasional fling. He asked about my wife’s response. I said, “She has been hesitant in the past but recently confessed it now seems appealing.”
He set his elbow onto the lounge table and inquired whether he might be her first when visiting us. He’s 44, a tall guy, 6’3”, thinning gray-streaked brown hair, with an imposing physique. His confident manner definitely places him in the alpha-range.
I laughed and responded, “If you prefer staying with us the few days you’re in town, you can try.” He grinned and nodded affirmatively but neither of us mentioned it again. Instead, we talked about which customer demographic he preferred portraying in his company’s advertisements.
I phoned Gigi that night to tell her we would have a house guest for two or three nights. Her boss had planned to be at our place a few hours one of those evenings. She said she would tell him they would need to put off fucking until the following week. Realizing her affinity for his big dick, I regretted inviting the guy to our home; but it was a done deal. I told her the half-truth I had conveyed to him, that she was inexperienced but I “had been encouraging her” to date other men. She giggled at the revelation and responded, “I can’t promise anything. It depends on the guy.” I already knew that but privately hoped it would work out between them. In my opinion, he has the goods she likes.
For reasons unknown, our flight was delayed. While in the cab on the way from the airport, I called to tell my wife we were on the way. She didn’t answer the phone. The moment he and I entered the front door, I thought Gigi wasn’t home but found her washing her car in the garage. She wore short-shorts and a wet tee shirt that exposed her nipples beneath the fabric. Holding a hose to rinse away the soap, she waved and said she would be with us in a minute or two. I noticed Jay’s eyes taking in my wife’s long legs and breasts. I privately grinned as he stood at the door a bit longer than necessary. I pulled two beers from the fridge.
When Gigi finally made it to the kitchen table where Jay and I sat, she gave me a hug and shook Jay’s hand. Apparently oblivious of her somewhat-exposed breasts beneath the damp tee shirt, she exchanged a few words with him and said she would change clothes and then share a beer with us.
As she strode to the bedroom, Jay whispered to me, “Damn. She’s even better looking than in the pic you showed me.” I knew that. The photo in my wallet isn’t her best. I responded, “As I said, you can try with her. I think she has agreed with my repeated requests to have sex with another man.” I added that I would find some way to leave them alone for a while; as it turned out, that wasn’t necessary.
The three of us sat together and he and my wife traded jokes. She asked if he was married. He said, “Not anymore. My ex and I met on Facebook, married on Twitter, and divorced on Instagram.” She laughed and said, “No marriage is perfect. I like candlelight dinners at Ruth’s Chris Steak House. My husband prefers free food at Costco.”
That sort of banter, interspersed with a couple of her sexier jokes I don’t now recall, went on several minutes between the two. Realizing each had warmed up to the other, I said, “We had a tiring, late flight. How would the two of you like to join me in the hot tub?” Gigi tilted her head aside, pursed her lips and said, “I’m in for that if Jay is.” Jay mentioned he hadn’t brought a swimsuit. I laughed and responded that we don’t allow suits in our hot tub. He eagerly agreed.
That wouldn’t have worked in cold seasons in the past. Our hot tub is now located on the patio where a contractor built an enclosure around it. It’s like having another room in our home. Gigi was the first to remove her clothing at the hot tub. We followed her lead. She sat alongside Jay and I sat across from them. Within a few minutes, their conversation fell silent. I assumed their half-closed eyes was a result of the warm, swirling water. But it seemed to me they were holding hands beneath the bubbling water. (Update: I later learned I guessed correctly. But I hadn’t guessed what else was going on between them. His hand had moved up her leg to massage her clitoris with a finger. She slowly stroked his dick. I didn’t learn that until she told me the morning after he left.)
Her voice quavered as she turned to him and said, “I’ll show you around the rest of our home if you wish.” He responded he would love to see it. She turned to me and said I could remain in the hot tub. I complied.
As they crawled out, I noticed his cock was rigid and ready. His dickhead was as red as a facial blush. She handed him a towel to wrap about his waist and she wrapped another around herself, securing it just above her breasts. The two walked through the sliding doors and disappeared from my view as they strode past the living room. Perhaps because I was looking out the window to our back yard, I didn’t see them returning minutes later and entering the garage. She led him to our underground shelter, now decorated like a small apartment.
After perhaps five minutes, I considered a possibility of them now fucking in our bedroom. I turned off the jets and heater and got out of the tub. Finding they weren’t in the master or guest bedrooms, I realized they were likely in our basement apartment. I went to the garage, opened the Murphy bookcase door, and quietly made my way down the steps. Upon hearing my wife’s moans beyond the slightly opened door, I gripped my hardening putz.
All the shelter’s overhead lights were turned on. I peered around the steel door jamb and assumed they must be in the shelter’s bedroom. Staying as much out of their sight as possible, I crept to that door. His hand was on her mound, wet with the hot fluid between her legs. He lay alongside her, his hard cock resting against her thigh, as he stroked and worked her.
She moaned and whimpered. He grasped his dick and mounted her. I pulled away out of sight. Although I couldn’t then see them, I realized her sudden sob meant his cock was now deeply rooted in her cunt. Flesh slapped against flesh. She cried out, “Oh yes! Yes!” Although my tool was limply semi-tumescent at first, but I jerked off wildly until it soon swelled to full erection. I imagined the feeling of my dick in my warm hand as the sensation Jay's hard cock was experiencing in my wife's hot cunt.
I dared to peek again. She twisted from one side to the other. Her hands gathered up the sheets at her sides into knots. His lips pressed against hers as she moaned in willing pleasure. She arched her back as he drove his organ into her. Her body shuddered violently beneath his assault. Her shattering shrieks were music to my ears. Her hair was a wild tumble.
He pulled his lips away from hers. They stared into the other’s eyes as he fucked her. He supported his torso with his arms. Her mouth and eyes were open with an intensity of joy. Fresh relationships are especially sensual, even if she realizes it’s a one-time event like this will surely be. A shock of his dark hair flayed his forehead like a whip. She cried out in a shivering climax.
Times like these are always knee-bucklers for me, but I can't remember any time I felt more overwhelmed than at that moment. My face burned. I clenched my teeth as my juice spurted into my towel.
Perhaps fifteen minutes had passed when he groaned, “I’m cumming. Should I pull out?” Her voice quavered as she whimpered, “Please, no. Cum inside me.” He yelped as his sperm flooded her cunt. Her legs kicked his buttocks as the last of his sperm drained into her channel. He laid his weight onto her and kissed her deeply. She said, “That was wonderful. I’m glad you came.” He joked, “I’m glad I ‘came’ too.” She laughed heartily.
As he rolled aside her, I again pulled away to avoid either spotting me. He said, “Should we go back upstairs? I don’t want to upset your husband.” She said, with the tone of a grin, “You may find this strange, but he has been pleading for me date other men. The idea excites him. When we go upstairs, I’ll ask him if this is what he wants. He’ll be thrilled.” He didn’t tell her he already knew that. So, in a sense, each was somewhat lying to the other. That happens often in this lifestyle. Lies come with the territory.
I looked around the door jamb once more before leaving the shelter. My wife was sucking his dick. They didn’t join me at our ground-level living room for another half-hour. Each hung their towels atop a shoulder. She said sensuously to me, “I finally did what you want. We had sex. I want him to spend the night with me in our master bedroom.” I smiled and said, “I love that.”
She left the door ajar. Before going to sleep in the guest room’s bed, I heard them as they fucked again. I was too spent to jerk off again that night but was ecstatic around six while he was fucking her the following morning. I was cumming hard at the moment she howled, “Oh fuck yes! Cum inside me, Jay.”
Their sounds of pleasure subdsided. I shaved, showered, and dressed in the hallway bath. I fixed cereal and coffee in the kitchen and carried a tray to serve them in bed. As Jay stirred his coffee and cream, he said, “I confessed to your wife I prefer married women to the unmarried, but this has been my greatest night ever. I hope it’s what you wanted too.” I grinned and said, “Yeah, exactly what I wanted. I was probably as excited as either of you.”
Gigi laughed and said, “I can’t imagine it could be as good for you as for him and me, but I’m glad you liked it.” She winked at me when adding, “I could get used to this.” I left the tray atop the table alongside our bed and said to my back as I walked out, “Stay in bed as long as you two want. I can also get ‘used’ to this.”
They finally came out of our bedroom around seven-thirty this morning. Both were dressed casually and my wife said she was going to show him around town. She phoned a couple hours later to tell me they took out a room for a few hours at a motel on the edge of town. They expect to return around eight or nine tonight. He and I will visit my company offices tomorrow morning and he will be leaving for a flight home in the early afternoon.
Gigi added that he wanted her to tell me his company’s advertising will be handled by my firm as long as he lives. I told her to tell him I appreciated the pleasure of his visit. She immediately said that to him, and he responded with a laugh, “Greatest fucking business trip I’ve ever taken.”
I assume that’s truthful. I like it too.
~ Des
That comment often started some very interesting discussions! About her getting a bike with a passenger seat for you, that would send SOOOOOOO many signals to anyone that saw you. That is called "Riding Bitch" when a person is in the passenger seat. Having a man back there with a woman up front starts the mind to wondering!! If you did that at one of the big bike rallies she would have to spend at least half of her time in public dealing with guys that would hit on her because the signal is you are HER Bitch and that she is game!! You might also find you will be hit on by a few folks there, some female and some not!! Not everyone at the bike rallies are Alpha heterosexuals. Just be careful of the signals you send. Bike rallies can be very visual in communicating things you don't really want to send. If she has any questions please ask her to PM me. 
Heh, heh, heh!!! 
You might have!!! 
