I used to travel often domestically for work and it was a bit of a chore after a few years. Then I had an opportunity to work for a federal agency that would require frequent international travel at a time when I was newly divorced from my first wife. I thought that would be a great experience. Then as I looked further into the expectations of the job, I found that frequent was actually almost constant. Needless to say, that didn't fit well with my plans for domestic bliss with Vixen whom I was just beginning to become serious with. But the idea of all the frequent flyer airmiles and hotel rewards and being able to use them for personal vacations for us was a BIG consideration!!! I'm glad I didn't take the job!!!!
Rascal
My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
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Thanks to you and afagehi7 for that. Even more evidence I made the right decision...rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Thu Nov 12, 2020 5:32 amI used to travel often domestically for work and it was a bit of a chore after a few years. Then I had an opportunity to work for a federal agency that would require frequent international travel at a time when I was newly divorced from my first wife. I thought that would be a great experience. Then as I looked further into the expectations of the job, I found that frequent was actually almost constant. Needless to say, that didn't fit well with my plans for domestic bliss with Vixen whom I was just beginning to become serious with. But the idea of all the frequent flyer airmiles and hotel rewards and being able to use them for personal vacations for us was a BIG consideration!!! I'm glad I didn't take the job!!!!
Rascal
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In that contribution I posted last Sunday, I mentioned some sexier jokes Gigi was telling Jay but couldn't recall any at the time. She was home talking to her boss on the phone at out home and repeated one of those. It was this:
A husband and wife came in for counseling after 15 years of marriage. The wife went through a laundry list of problems: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, and feeling unloved.
Hearing enough, the therapist got up, went around his desk and told the woman to sit atop his desk. He spread her legs, unzipped his fly, pulled out his stiff penis and slid it into her opening. After 15 minutes of thrusting, both were cumming. The woman sat back in her chair, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. The counselor turned to her husband and said, “That’s what she needs three times a week, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Can you do that?”
The husband said, “I can bring her to your office Mondays and Wednesdays, but Friday’s my golf day.”
~ Des
A husband and wife came in for counseling after 15 years of marriage. The wife went through a laundry list of problems: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, and feeling unloved.
Hearing enough, the therapist got up, went around his desk and told the woman to sit atop his desk. He spread her legs, unzipped his fly, pulled out his stiff penis and slid it into her opening. After 15 minutes of thrusting, both were cumming. The woman sat back in her chair, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. The counselor turned to her husband and said, “That’s what she needs three times a week, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Can you do that?”
The husband said, “I can bring her to your office Mondays and Wednesdays, but Friday’s my golf day.”
~ Des
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Saturday, Nov. 14, home alone for a while - As lengthy as some of my narratives about my wife tend to be, regulars here know questions almost always arise for details I had thought to be irrelevant at the times I submitted the narratives. I have a little over an hour before my wife Beau return home, so I’ll attempt telling all I recall on the first night but suspect it’s more than most care to know. So far, this has been the beginning of a hot and rather different weekend.
My wife’s 22-year-old-buddy Beau’s graduation will be held on December 19. We will attend the commencement ceremony. His parents are driving up that day but returning home that afternoon for the reason their store is particularly busy at that time. Beau accepted a full-time position with the bank as an associate accountant for the chief financial officer and will go to classes nights for his masters in accounting. Gigi said the CFO is thrilled with his part-time performance and their boss approved the job offer. Not long ago, the CFO told my wife and their boss “the kid” has the talent and intelligence to ultimately take over his job when he retires but hasn’t told that to Beau. He will be home with his parents that weekend and on Christmas and New Year’s holidays and then begin working full time as an associate accountant at the bank.
Beau attended a morning class last Friday, after which he drove to the bank. At closing time, he and my wife were together on the elevator from the top to the first floor. He told her he was first going to his apartment and would be at our home for the weekend as they had arranged earlier in the week.
I was nude and Gigi wore only her office blouse when asking me to shave her mound in preparation for him. As I was finishing up and applying a creamy lotion to her mons, she sensuously cooed, “He likes it smooth. You want him to like it, don’t you?” She doesn’t often shave her pussy, but she had told me before he’s exceptionally turned on when gawking at her occasionally bare cunt. Her teasing and her creamed, glistening pubic mound stirred urgent feelings in my cock. I wanted to fuck her right there; but she glanced down at my swollen cock, smiled, and said, “Stay easy, bunny rabbit. You’re much too anxious.”
She and I were just out of the shower and casually dressed when Beau arrived. The three of us chatted in lawn chairs on the patio when the phone rang. Gigi reached for the wall phone and it was Jean who is now a Navy pharmacist. She, my wife, Beau, and his former roommate Jack were fuckbuddies before she returned to active duty. My wife put the call on speaker so all of us could talk.
Her call couldn’t have come at a better time; the three of us had wondered how Jean was doing. She currently works at a naval base but may soon be transferred to a ship. When Gigi mentioned Beau was at our home, Jean says she will be back in town as often as possible. Her concern was how her husband was handling her prolonged absence, but that’s working out well. Her husband’s trucking firm has expanded and he hired a young, married bookkeeper he fucks every week or two after the office closes at noon Saturdays.
The bookkeeper’s husband is disabled from a construction accident and for the next several months is rendered sexually incompetent. In Jean’s opinion, that unfortunate situation makes near perfect the resultant relationship between the woman and Jean’s husband Will. She described the bookkeeper as “really cute,” with red hair, bright green eyes, and freckles. Jean says she looks 19 but is really 23 and has been married four years to a man two years older. When Jean talked by Zoom with her husband two Saturdays ago, he and the bookkeeper were naked in bed and the three talked face-to-face. The girl was thrilled to have confirmed what Will had told her, that his wife approved of him having sex with other women. In the past, their open marriage was more or less understood, but neither talked about their occasional sexual liaisons with the other. At the time Jean was to reenter the Navy, they had a frank discussion about their sexual needs, and now that’s a comfortable topic between the two of them. For the reason of extended separations, military spouses have intimacy problems most others do not; but it seems to us Jean’s and Will’s marriage is as solid as ours.
Jean laughed and said, “They were probably fucking as soon as I signed off.” She went on to say she was happy to hear my wife and Beau are still together, and added, “Your relationships last longer than mine typically do.” Jean recently met a civilian broker in town and has begun dating him, but their personalities are so different that sex is the only glue holding them together in their weekly hookups. She said when she transfers to a ship she will refrain from any sexual hookups.
Beau and I joined the conversation before she had to go. Her date was picking her up in an hour and she needed to get ready.
* * * * *
My wife returned the phone to its receiver and said to Beau and me, “Let’s go to bed, gang. That phone call got me excited.” Beau and I laughed, and he said, “Me too. Her mentioning that night we were in her RV with her charged my batteries. That was a great night.” My wife responded that was also her thought, along with that mental image of Jean’s husband fucking his bookkeeper.
This night, watching my wife and Beau fired my imagination like few others. I’m unsure I can fully describe all that flooded my mind. Certain moments were overpowering and I may always wonder just what races through my wife’s brain when she is most passionately fucking. After sex between her and another is especially hot, she cannot remember her thoughts at the time. She recalls physical interactions but forgets what she was thinking at times of elevated passion. She says most thoughts are totally erased, like when she awakes following a dream and cannot remember just what it was about.
Standing alongside the bed in our master bedroom, Beau and my wife were in a deep kiss as I removed my chinos and polo shirt. He unbuttoned her Aloha shirt and nursed a breast. She swooned. Naked, I turned out the lights and pushed the wall button to close the window’s storm shutters. Gigi was moaning but I couldn’t see what was happening. I had forgotten to plug in the night lights, so I fumbled around in total darkness to find and plug one into the wall socket at our bedside. The moment the night light limned a dim glow about the room, I glanced aside to see my wife sitting on the bed. Her legs were spread wide and he was kneeling on the floor as he tongued her clitoris.
Her breasts heaved and body writhed as he mouthed her cunt. His cock was rigid, straight as an arrow. Her hands gripped the sheet into wrinkled knots. Her only utterances in the five or so minutes he tongued her was, “Ohhh, Honeyyy.” She reached her apex and repeatedly moved her head in urgent side-to-side motions from him to me. Her fingers dug into her hair and she begged in a quavering tone, “Oh please, somebody fuck me.”
He withdrew his mouth from her mound and urged her to her back on our bed. She looked over at me and motioned a finger for me to move closer. I knelt alongside her and she reached for my pole to guide it to her lips. Her warm mouth clamped firmly onto my cock as Beau parted her legs. His organ was fully erect as he knelt between her thighs. My body jerked as her teeth bit into my member the moment his dickhead parted the opening of her pussy. She whimpered, then let out a cry of “Mmmph!” as his cock slowly sank into her opening. Gripping the base of my shaft, she bobbed her head against my groin in rhythm with his measured thrusts. Saliva dribbled down her chin, wetting my rubbery dick. My eyes rolled as I watched his pole slide in and out of her cunt.
As Beau sped up his tempo, she arched her back. Her hips rotated beneath him. Her eyeballs rolled up to stare at my face as she eagerly sucked. With her mouth full, her voice was muffled as she mumbled words I couldn’t understand.
Beau, grunting passionately, was now thrusting at full force. My wife released my dick and screamed a staccato of “oh’s” as his stiff pole rammed her pussy. She glared at Beau with an intensity some could mistakenly interpret as rage but sobbed, “I love you,” then at me, repeating, “I love you. I love you both.” It seemed Beau was fucking her as speedily as attainable but upon hearing her I-love-you, he impelled into her with a vengeance. Her long legs wrapped around him. Admittedly, “love” has many meanings, but it’s clear she loves the feeling of his stiff cock stuffing her pussy. His youthful vigor is impressive and her facial expressions visibly displayed impassioned gratification. I tightly gripped my pulsing cock. To my mind at that moment, their performance was a concert of mutual yearning.
She frantically kicked his buttocks as his rod powered through her cunt. The guy is a fucking locomotive. She was as much into it and as animated as he. She cried out, “Oh, yeah, that’s it! Fuck it, Honey!” At that moment, I don’t think I was any more to either of them than room atmosphere. I gripped my cock tightly but didn’t jerk off. Gigi hastily fingered her clitoris until her body jolted as she climaxed in an ear-splitting shreik, “Ohhmygoddd! It’s fucking awwwesome!” Her piercing, drawn-out scream was like a missile had detonated in our room.
He had not yet ejaculated. As he went on fucking, Beau reached aside to enclose his hand over my cock and stroked. In my imagination, the sensation was that of my dick inside my wife. I half-closed my eyes and let it happen. The way I thought of the situation at that moment was that this was easier than personally jerking off. Gigi looked over at me and smiled, saying, “This is great, isn’t it?” I stuttered unintelligibly twice before forming out the words, “Yes, it is.”
Her hands alternated between pressing against his firm stomach to gripping his arms as Beau soldiered on. Soon, he groaned in an elongated resonance like a clogged water pipe. At his evident ejaculation, he wailed and released his hand from my tool. His head rolled back as his lava erupted into my wife’s willing cunt. He pulled out and stood alongside the bed, then leaned over to kiss my wife fully on the lips. She laid a hand on my hip and pulled me between her legs. I inserted my cock and slid into her slippery breach, lubricated by Beau’s measureless semen. Her cunt was lubricated by an abundant quantity of sperm he had discharged into her canal. Soaked in his cum, my organ slid in like going down a water slide.
I fucked her madly. She rolled her head aside to take Beau’s rapidly deflating cock into her mouth and thirstily sucked it without moving her head in her usual jerk-off motions. Her eyes closed tightly like she was trying to take in all that then was happening to her.
I probably lasted no more than three minutes before realizing my well was about to spew. I announced pitifully, “I’m cumming.” She released her mouth from Beau’s limp cock and said, “Oh fuck yeah, Kemo Sabi. Cum in my hot pussy.” Beau gasped at the moment my warm sperm filled her cavity. I rotated my hips to release it all in the tightness of her vagina. As my fluid whirl-pooled through her cunt, she squealed, “It’s so hot! It’s all so good!” I usually ast longer than that but rarely as long as Beau or her boss; but Gigi doesn’t complain over whatever time we fuck, so I assume I’m adequate to the task.
I rolled aside as she reached for Beau and drew him near for a long kiss. Their arms entwined. Their lips pressed tightly together for perhaps a minute before they separated. He said to me, “This is one of my best nights ever.” Gigi chimed in, “We should have done this earlier,” and turning to me, added, “I didn’t know it could be this good.” Knowing her experience with men, I’m unsure how she couldn’t have imagined that; but I prefer to accept it as truth, with no intention of questioning her comment.
* * * * *
Gigi is one of those women who vocally express their emotions when fucking. Beau, like some of her other sexual partners, had once told my wife that sex with her is “different” in a way he couldn’t describe. When hearing that, she offers her appreciation but doesn’t tell her men there may be a subtle reason. When first having sex with girls in her high school FLAG club, a six-girl Lesbian-Until-Graduation group, she had not before considered sex with another female; other students and the faculty had no clue the unofficial “FLAG Bunch” club was, in truth, a secret lesbian club. When initially learning of the club’s true nature, she couldn’t wrap her head around sex with other women but wanted to a part of the school’s most popular group of girls. It was then she learned most women don’t vocalize their thoughts when having sex; most just silently enjoy it. As time went on, she realized she had become the FLAG girls’ favorite.
The other members never suspected her passionate vocalization was at first an act for their benefit; two of the girls privately told Gigi they especially enjoyed their times with her but couldn’t define why. They said about what some men have since said, that “it’s just different with you.”
Her performance technique ultimately became a habitual and natural part of fucking. Even before the FLAGs, she had found some boys and men asked during the passionate throes of sex what she was thinking; that’s a man’s way of inquiring if the woman’s thoughts might be elsewhere. And that is now why she so often cries out her feelings by announcing when she is about to climax or how great the fucking is for her; the men know her thoughts are entirely on their hot fucking. An unexpected consequence is that after men have fucked her a few times, some unconsciously parrot her habit by voicing their feelings when fucking her.
* * * * *
I reached aside to turn off the plugged in light. My wife lay between the two of us in total darkness. With a giggle, she said to me, “Did you like Beau jerking you?” I didn’t respond but instead said, “Did the two of you plan that?” She laughed and said, “Not at all. Beau can spell it out for you.”
Perhaps surprised at her remark, he hesitated before responding like he had rather not. He said, “My former roommate Jack and I used to lay in one of our beds and jerk each other off at times your wife was on the phone with us. So I’ve done that before.” Gigi interjected she knew that at the time, which resulted in some sexy telephone calls. I laughed and inquired why she had never before mentioned it to me. She said, “I thought you would get the wrong idea about the two of them. They’re just normal guys, but I wasn’t sure you would see it that way.”
I’m not sure, but maybe it’s easier to confess things in the dark. I reminded her about a time she was fucking a guy one night as I was sitting on a bench in the City park. A self-employed air conditioner contractor surprised me by walking up unexpectedly behind me as I was watching her on my laptop from our then-new bedroom surveillance cameras. He asked to watch with me. After a while, we went to his place across the street from the park and we watched together; I think it was the second time at his home when he jerked the two of us off as we watched on my laptop as my wife was fucking. Beau burst out in laughter and said to my wife, “You didn’t tell me about that guy.” Gigi giggled and reminded Beau he knew he wasn’t the first but she doesn’t talk about another she was with before meeting him. Beau and Jack had each presupposed they weren’t her first, but she didn’t offer more information other than agreeing with their assumption.
Beau assured her she could tell him anything and went on, “I would like hearing about your other adventures.” She said, “Okay, but only when you ask. I won’t again keep secrets. I didn’t want to you to think I’m a slut for the reason I’d like to keep you around as long as you want.” He propped up his torso up on an arm, kissed her lips, and said, “How about as long as we both may live?” She embraced him and said, “I’m in for that. You’re a part of our family.” He chuckled and said, “I feel that way too. Remember, I used to call you ‘Mom.’” She and I laughed, and I said I liked that when she told me about it.
I privately understood her promising Beau she would keep no secrets from him isn’t entirely true; and she also knew that at the time she said it. The most acute example is that she won’t reveal to him her relationship with the bank’s president; Beau isn’t just a college student; he’s also a part-time employee at the bank; her boss is additionally his boss. That will surely remain a secret known only to us, her boss, and his wife. She also won’t reveal to her boss the sexual relationship between her and Beau. Gigi holds truth to be sacred, but this way of life doesn't allow us to reveal everything to everyone. That’s an uncomfortable ingredient in this way of life. Lies and secrets come with the territory and, if anyone can’t handle that, they shouldn’t be in it. Those who choose this way of life soon find it can be a thorny path. As Sherry has said about preparing a plane for flight, caution and forethought are among the most basic tools for a hotwife.
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But she can be mostly truthful with him; Beau assures her he would enjoy her sexual narratives as much as I do. I’ll leave whatever parts she wishes to share with him to her discretion. The only others who know about our lifestyle are her physician, who we have recently begun going out socially with him and his wife, and my physician, a woman; neither doctor express disapproval and both say they enjoy our telling them events about our sexual lives.
Soon, the three of us fell asleep; I’m unsure who awoke first, maybe me. I was awakened sometime in the night by Gigi sucking my dick. She alternated between Beau’s cock and mine. It felt great but I couldn’t regain an erection. Beau did, and they fucked for a rather long time. In the darkness, I couldn’t see either of them but their sighs and moans excited me. I stroked my limp member a while and ultimately, they climaxed simultaneously without a word between them. We slept until morning or, more accurately, I think all did; it didn’t occur to me to ask if they again had sex while I snoozed.
At 5:30, the three of us were up doing sit-ups and push-ups. Beau had begun that routine after meeting my wife whose exercise habits were established in high school. After she and Beau fucked overnight at his place or our home, he began exercising with her. She also was his influence in taking up running a mile or more three times a week. His notable physique has since enhanced to an impressive level. I consider all young people as good-looking, but Beau has become particularly imposing. My wife jokes that she “doesn’t mind that at all.”
We showered together. Beau and I screwed my wife separately under the spray of water as she leaned her back to the tiled wall. My dick was inside her when I suggested we go out for breakfast, but Gigi instead insisted on fixing breakfast for us. Beau offered to assist and said to me, “Let her and me serve you instead.” They went a bit overboard, preparing more than the three of us could eat, so we wrapped our leftovers in cellophane and stored them in the fridge for the following morning. Over the morning meal, Beau told us he intends to stay with the bank rather than ultimately go to a CPA firm. He likes the work atmosphere and, under the CFO’s tutelage, can still eventually attain his CPA license. I asked if he had any other reason for that choice. He said, “Yeah. Your wife.” We laughed at that and Gigi joked, “I like that particular reason a lot.”
We were about to go out when his fiancé Sherry called his cell phone. She asked him how our night went and said she and the pilot she dated Friday night went out to dinner before going to his apartment. He fucked her brains out and she stayed overnight as she and Beau assumed she would. They’re going out again tonight and she will be back at her apartment until Sunday morning. Beau told her he will be excited to hear about her experience. Sherry responded, “I want to hear all about yours too.” She talked with my wife a couple of minutes and invited us over to see her newly furnished apartment whenever we have the time.
I drove my wife and Beau to the City park, where we purchased a couple of packages of pellets to feed the sunfish and walked the circular path through the woods. Aside from the vendor, only one other couple was in sight. His new job at the same bank intensifies my wife’s need to keep the sexual relationships with him and her boss unknown to either. As we pitched the bits into the lake’s fish, Gigi told him the “rules” about keeping their relationship secret. She learned those tenets from the former executive secretary who once carried on a decades-long affair with the bank’s former president up until his retirement. Beau listened carefully and promised he wouldn’t violate any principles she laid out. He knows she and her boss work closely together but hasn’t any clue they’re intimately involved. She wants to keep it that way.
While we were throwing food to the fish at the lakeside, Beau said he’s very excited about hearing about his fiancee’s date. My wife turned to me, saying, “That’s more evidence he’s becoming more like you every day.” Beau grinned and said, “That’s my goal.” I liked that.
While walking through the park’s wooded path, they slowed to a few steps behind me. I turned about to see them embraced in an intense kiss. She unzipped his jeans and slipped her hand inside, pulling out his member and pumping it a few times. We detected a distant conversation that was likely the couple we had seen earlier and now walking the circular path in our direction, she grinned, pushed his dick back into his fly, and zipped him up. As we continued along the trail to the parking lot, she giggled and said if the park had been busier, she could have been caught by others with his dick in his hand; but, of course, under those circumstances, she wouldn’t have done that.
Upon returning home, I had some things to do, so he and my wife left without me; they took a couple of meal-replacement drinks for their lunch and plan to visit the City aquarium and then jog around the lake at the park. As they were about to walk out the door, Beau said he likes being seen in public with my wife, that “eyeballs from all directions are on her.” Tonight will be another threesome at our home, and he anticipates another call from Sherry who’s staying overnight with the pilot she met last week.
If my wife’s estimate in her earlier phone call is right, they should soon return. I hope any who have read this far enjoyed this oversized tome. For me, it was like re-living the entire night and day. Tonight will be much like last night, so there’s most likely no reason to post a follow-up. Only a very few care for repetition.
We know times like this can’t last forever, but the two of us want to ride this train to the end of the line.
~ Des
My wife’s 22-year-old-buddy Beau’s graduation will be held on December 19. We will attend the commencement ceremony. His parents are driving up that day but returning home that afternoon for the reason their store is particularly busy at that time. Beau accepted a full-time position with the bank as an associate accountant for the chief financial officer and will go to classes nights for his masters in accounting. Gigi said the CFO is thrilled with his part-time performance and their boss approved the job offer. Not long ago, the CFO told my wife and their boss “the kid” has the talent and intelligence to ultimately take over his job when he retires but hasn’t told that to Beau. He will be home with his parents that weekend and on Christmas and New Year’s holidays and then begin working full time as an associate accountant at the bank.
Beau attended a morning class last Friday, after which he drove to the bank. At closing time, he and my wife were together on the elevator from the top to the first floor. He told her he was first going to his apartment and would be at our home for the weekend as they had arranged earlier in the week.
I was nude and Gigi wore only her office blouse when asking me to shave her mound in preparation for him. As I was finishing up and applying a creamy lotion to her mons, she sensuously cooed, “He likes it smooth. You want him to like it, don’t you?” She doesn’t often shave her pussy, but she had told me before he’s exceptionally turned on when gawking at her occasionally bare cunt. Her teasing and her creamed, glistening pubic mound stirred urgent feelings in my cock. I wanted to fuck her right there; but she glanced down at my swollen cock, smiled, and said, “Stay easy, bunny rabbit. You’re much too anxious.”
She and I were just out of the shower and casually dressed when Beau arrived. The three of us chatted in lawn chairs on the patio when the phone rang. Gigi reached for the wall phone and it was Jean who is now a Navy pharmacist. She, my wife, Beau, and his former roommate Jack were fuckbuddies before she returned to active duty. My wife put the call on speaker so all of us could talk.
Her call couldn’t have come at a better time; the three of us had wondered how Jean was doing. She currently works at a naval base but may soon be transferred to a ship. When Gigi mentioned Beau was at our home, Jean says she will be back in town as often as possible. Her concern was how her husband was handling her prolonged absence, but that’s working out well. Her husband’s trucking firm has expanded and he hired a young, married bookkeeper he fucks every week or two after the office closes at noon Saturdays.
The bookkeeper’s husband is disabled from a construction accident and for the next several months is rendered sexually incompetent. In Jean’s opinion, that unfortunate situation makes near perfect the resultant relationship between the woman and Jean’s husband Will. She described the bookkeeper as “really cute,” with red hair, bright green eyes, and freckles. Jean says she looks 19 but is really 23 and has been married four years to a man two years older. When Jean talked by Zoom with her husband two Saturdays ago, he and the bookkeeper were naked in bed and the three talked face-to-face. The girl was thrilled to have confirmed what Will had told her, that his wife approved of him having sex with other women. In the past, their open marriage was more or less understood, but neither talked about their occasional sexual liaisons with the other. At the time Jean was to reenter the Navy, they had a frank discussion about their sexual needs, and now that’s a comfortable topic between the two of them. For the reason of extended separations, military spouses have intimacy problems most others do not; but it seems to us Jean’s and Will’s marriage is as solid as ours.
Jean laughed and said, “They were probably fucking as soon as I signed off.” She went on to say she was happy to hear my wife and Beau are still together, and added, “Your relationships last longer than mine typically do.” Jean recently met a civilian broker in town and has begun dating him, but their personalities are so different that sex is the only glue holding them together in their weekly hookups. She said when she transfers to a ship she will refrain from any sexual hookups.
Beau and I joined the conversation before she had to go. Her date was picking her up in an hour and she needed to get ready.
* * * * *
My wife returned the phone to its receiver and said to Beau and me, “Let’s go to bed, gang. That phone call got me excited.” Beau and I laughed, and he said, “Me too. Her mentioning that night we were in her RV with her charged my batteries. That was a great night.” My wife responded that was also her thought, along with that mental image of Jean’s husband fucking his bookkeeper.
This night, watching my wife and Beau fired my imagination like few others. I’m unsure I can fully describe all that flooded my mind. Certain moments were overpowering and I may always wonder just what races through my wife’s brain when she is most passionately fucking. After sex between her and another is especially hot, she cannot remember her thoughts at the time. She recalls physical interactions but forgets what she was thinking at times of elevated passion. She says most thoughts are totally erased, like when she awakes following a dream and cannot remember just what it was about.
Standing alongside the bed in our master bedroom, Beau and my wife were in a deep kiss as I removed my chinos and polo shirt. He unbuttoned her Aloha shirt and nursed a breast. She swooned. Naked, I turned out the lights and pushed the wall button to close the window’s storm shutters. Gigi was moaning but I couldn’t see what was happening. I had forgotten to plug in the night lights, so I fumbled around in total darkness to find and plug one into the wall socket at our bedside. The moment the night light limned a dim glow about the room, I glanced aside to see my wife sitting on the bed. Her legs were spread wide and he was kneeling on the floor as he tongued her clitoris.
Her breasts heaved and body writhed as he mouthed her cunt. His cock was rigid, straight as an arrow. Her hands gripped the sheet into wrinkled knots. Her only utterances in the five or so minutes he tongued her was, “Ohhh, Honeyyy.” She reached her apex and repeatedly moved her head in urgent side-to-side motions from him to me. Her fingers dug into her hair and she begged in a quavering tone, “Oh please, somebody fuck me.”
He withdrew his mouth from her mound and urged her to her back on our bed. She looked over at me and motioned a finger for me to move closer. I knelt alongside her and she reached for my pole to guide it to her lips. Her warm mouth clamped firmly onto my cock as Beau parted her legs. His organ was fully erect as he knelt between her thighs. My body jerked as her teeth bit into my member the moment his dickhead parted the opening of her pussy. She whimpered, then let out a cry of “Mmmph!” as his cock slowly sank into her opening. Gripping the base of my shaft, she bobbed her head against my groin in rhythm with his measured thrusts. Saliva dribbled down her chin, wetting my rubbery dick. My eyes rolled as I watched his pole slide in and out of her cunt.
As Beau sped up his tempo, she arched her back. Her hips rotated beneath him. Her eyeballs rolled up to stare at my face as she eagerly sucked. With her mouth full, her voice was muffled as she mumbled words I couldn’t understand.
Beau, grunting passionately, was now thrusting at full force. My wife released my dick and screamed a staccato of “oh’s” as his stiff pole rammed her pussy. She glared at Beau with an intensity some could mistakenly interpret as rage but sobbed, “I love you,” then at me, repeating, “I love you. I love you both.” It seemed Beau was fucking her as speedily as attainable but upon hearing her I-love-you, he impelled into her with a vengeance. Her long legs wrapped around him. Admittedly, “love” has many meanings, but it’s clear she loves the feeling of his stiff cock stuffing her pussy. His youthful vigor is impressive and her facial expressions visibly displayed impassioned gratification. I tightly gripped my pulsing cock. To my mind at that moment, their performance was a concert of mutual yearning.
She frantically kicked his buttocks as his rod powered through her cunt. The guy is a fucking locomotive. She was as much into it and as animated as he. She cried out, “Oh, yeah, that’s it! Fuck it, Honey!” At that moment, I don’t think I was any more to either of them than room atmosphere. I gripped my cock tightly but didn’t jerk off. Gigi hastily fingered her clitoris until her body jolted as she climaxed in an ear-splitting shreik, “Ohhmygoddd! It’s fucking awwwesome!” Her piercing, drawn-out scream was like a missile had detonated in our room.
He had not yet ejaculated. As he went on fucking, Beau reached aside to enclose his hand over my cock and stroked. In my imagination, the sensation was that of my dick inside my wife. I half-closed my eyes and let it happen. The way I thought of the situation at that moment was that this was easier than personally jerking off. Gigi looked over at me and smiled, saying, “This is great, isn’t it?” I stuttered unintelligibly twice before forming out the words, “Yes, it is.”
Her hands alternated between pressing against his firm stomach to gripping his arms as Beau soldiered on. Soon, he groaned in an elongated resonance like a clogged water pipe. At his evident ejaculation, he wailed and released his hand from my tool. His head rolled back as his lava erupted into my wife’s willing cunt. He pulled out and stood alongside the bed, then leaned over to kiss my wife fully on the lips. She laid a hand on my hip and pulled me between her legs. I inserted my cock and slid into her slippery breach, lubricated by Beau’s measureless semen. Her cunt was lubricated by an abundant quantity of sperm he had discharged into her canal. Soaked in his cum, my organ slid in like going down a water slide.
I fucked her madly. She rolled her head aside to take Beau’s rapidly deflating cock into her mouth and thirstily sucked it without moving her head in her usual jerk-off motions. Her eyes closed tightly like she was trying to take in all that then was happening to her.
I probably lasted no more than three minutes before realizing my well was about to spew. I announced pitifully, “I’m cumming.” She released her mouth from Beau’s limp cock and said, “Oh fuck yeah, Kemo Sabi. Cum in my hot pussy.” Beau gasped at the moment my warm sperm filled her cavity. I rotated my hips to release it all in the tightness of her vagina. As my fluid whirl-pooled through her cunt, she squealed, “It’s so hot! It’s all so good!” I usually ast longer than that but rarely as long as Beau or her boss; but Gigi doesn’t complain over whatever time we fuck, so I assume I’m adequate to the task.
I rolled aside as she reached for Beau and drew him near for a long kiss. Their arms entwined. Their lips pressed tightly together for perhaps a minute before they separated. He said to me, “This is one of my best nights ever.” Gigi chimed in, “We should have done this earlier,” and turning to me, added, “I didn’t know it could be this good.” Knowing her experience with men, I’m unsure how she couldn’t have imagined that; but I prefer to accept it as truth, with no intention of questioning her comment.
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Gigi is one of those women who vocally express their emotions when fucking. Beau, like some of her other sexual partners, had once told my wife that sex with her is “different” in a way he couldn’t describe. When hearing that, she offers her appreciation but doesn’t tell her men there may be a subtle reason. When first having sex with girls in her high school FLAG club, a six-girl Lesbian-Until-Graduation group, she had not before considered sex with another female; other students and the faculty had no clue the unofficial “FLAG Bunch” club was, in truth, a secret lesbian club. When initially learning of the club’s true nature, she couldn’t wrap her head around sex with other women but wanted to a part of the school’s most popular group of girls. It was then she learned most women don’t vocalize their thoughts when having sex; most just silently enjoy it. As time went on, she realized she had become the FLAG girls’ favorite.
The other members never suspected her passionate vocalization was at first an act for their benefit; two of the girls privately told Gigi they especially enjoyed their times with her but couldn’t define why. They said about what some men have since said, that “it’s just different with you.”
Her performance technique ultimately became a habitual and natural part of fucking. Even before the FLAGs, she had found some boys and men asked during the passionate throes of sex what she was thinking; that’s a man’s way of inquiring if the woman’s thoughts might be elsewhere. And that is now why she so often cries out her feelings by announcing when she is about to climax or how great the fucking is for her; the men know her thoughts are entirely on their hot fucking. An unexpected consequence is that after men have fucked her a few times, some unconsciously parrot her habit by voicing their feelings when fucking her.
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I reached aside to turn off the plugged in light. My wife lay between the two of us in total darkness. With a giggle, she said to me, “Did you like Beau jerking you?” I didn’t respond but instead said, “Did the two of you plan that?” She laughed and said, “Not at all. Beau can spell it out for you.”
Perhaps surprised at her remark, he hesitated before responding like he had rather not. He said, “My former roommate Jack and I used to lay in one of our beds and jerk each other off at times your wife was on the phone with us. So I’ve done that before.” Gigi interjected she knew that at the time, which resulted in some sexy telephone calls. I laughed and inquired why she had never before mentioned it to me. She said, “I thought you would get the wrong idea about the two of them. They’re just normal guys, but I wasn’t sure you would see it that way.”
I’m not sure, but maybe it’s easier to confess things in the dark. I reminded her about a time she was fucking a guy one night as I was sitting on a bench in the City park. A self-employed air conditioner contractor surprised me by walking up unexpectedly behind me as I was watching her on my laptop from our then-new bedroom surveillance cameras. He asked to watch with me. After a while, we went to his place across the street from the park and we watched together; I think it was the second time at his home when he jerked the two of us off as we watched on my laptop as my wife was fucking. Beau burst out in laughter and said to my wife, “You didn’t tell me about that guy.” Gigi giggled and reminded Beau he knew he wasn’t the first but she doesn’t talk about another she was with before meeting him. Beau and Jack had each presupposed they weren’t her first, but she didn’t offer more information other than agreeing with their assumption.
Beau assured her she could tell him anything and went on, “I would like hearing about your other adventures.” She said, “Okay, but only when you ask. I won’t again keep secrets. I didn’t want to you to think I’m a slut for the reason I’d like to keep you around as long as you want.” He propped up his torso up on an arm, kissed her lips, and said, “How about as long as we both may live?” She embraced him and said, “I’m in for that. You’re a part of our family.” He chuckled and said, “I feel that way too. Remember, I used to call you ‘Mom.’” She and I laughed, and I said I liked that when she told me about it.
I privately understood her promising Beau she would keep no secrets from him isn’t entirely true; and she also knew that at the time she said it. The most acute example is that she won’t reveal to him her relationship with the bank’s president; Beau isn’t just a college student; he’s also a part-time employee at the bank; her boss is additionally his boss. That will surely remain a secret known only to us, her boss, and his wife. She also won’t reveal to her boss the sexual relationship between her and Beau. Gigi holds truth to be sacred, but this way of life doesn't allow us to reveal everything to everyone. That’s an uncomfortable ingredient in this way of life. Lies and secrets come with the territory and, if anyone can’t handle that, they shouldn’t be in it. Those who choose this way of life soon find it can be a thorny path. As Sherry has said about preparing a plane for flight, caution and forethought are among the most basic tools for a hotwife.
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But she can be mostly truthful with him; Beau assures her he would enjoy her sexual narratives as much as I do. I’ll leave whatever parts she wishes to share with him to her discretion. The only others who know about our lifestyle are her physician, who we have recently begun going out socially with him and his wife, and my physician, a woman; neither doctor express disapproval and both say they enjoy our telling them events about our sexual lives.
Soon, the three of us fell asleep; I’m unsure who awoke first, maybe me. I was awakened sometime in the night by Gigi sucking my dick. She alternated between Beau’s cock and mine. It felt great but I couldn’t regain an erection. Beau did, and they fucked for a rather long time. In the darkness, I couldn’t see either of them but their sighs and moans excited me. I stroked my limp member a while and ultimately, they climaxed simultaneously without a word between them. We slept until morning or, more accurately, I think all did; it didn’t occur to me to ask if they again had sex while I snoozed.
At 5:30, the three of us were up doing sit-ups and push-ups. Beau had begun that routine after meeting my wife whose exercise habits were established in high school. After she and Beau fucked overnight at his place or our home, he began exercising with her. She also was his influence in taking up running a mile or more three times a week. His notable physique has since enhanced to an impressive level. I consider all young people as good-looking, but Beau has become particularly imposing. My wife jokes that she “doesn’t mind that at all.”
We showered together. Beau and I screwed my wife separately under the spray of water as she leaned her back to the tiled wall. My dick was inside her when I suggested we go out for breakfast, but Gigi instead insisted on fixing breakfast for us. Beau offered to assist and said to me, “Let her and me serve you instead.” They went a bit overboard, preparing more than the three of us could eat, so we wrapped our leftovers in cellophane and stored them in the fridge for the following morning. Over the morning meal, Beau told us he intends to stay with the bank rather than ultimately go to a CPA firm. He likes the work atmosphere and, under the CFO’s tutelage, can still eventually attain his CPA license. I asked if he had any other reason for that choice. He said, “Yeah. Your wife.” We laughed at that and Gigi joked, “I like that particular reason a lot.”
We were about to go out when his fiancé Sherry called his cell phone. She asked him how our night went and said she and the pilot she dated Friday night went out to dinner before going to his apartment. He fucked her brains out and she stayed overnight as she and Beau assumed she would. They’re going out again tonight and she will be back at her apartment until Sunday morning. Beau told her he will be excited to hear about her experience. Sherry responded, “I want to hear all about yours too.” She talked with my wife a couple of minutes and invited us over to see her newly furnished apartment whenever we have the time.
I drove my wife and Beau to the City park, where we purchased a couple of packages of pellets to feed the sunfish and walked the circular path through the woods. Aside from the vendor, only one other couple was in sight. His new job at the same bank intensifies my wife’s need to keep the sexual relationships with him and her boss unknown to either. As we pitched the bits into the lake’s fish, Gigi told him the “rules” about keeping their relationship secret. She learned those tenets from the former executive secretary who once carried on a decades-long affair with the bank’s former president up until his retirement. Beau listened carefully and promised he wouldn’t violate any principles she laid out. He knows she and her boss work closely together but hasn’t any clue they’re intimately involved. She wants to keep it that way.
While we were throwing food to the fish at the lakeside, Beau said he’s very excited about hearing about his fiancee’s date. My wife turned to me, saying, “That’s more evidence he’s becoming more like you every day.” Beau grinned and said, “That’s my goal.” I liked that.
While walking through the park’s wooded path, they slowed to a few steps behind me. I turned about to see them embraced in an intense kiss. She unzipped his jeans and slipped her hand inside, pulling out his member and pumping it a few times. We detected a distant conversation that was likely the couple we had seen earlier and now walking the circular path in our direction, she grinned, pushed his dick back into his fly, and zipped him up. As we continued along the trail to the parking lot, she giggled and said if the park had been busier, she could have been caught by others with his dick in his hand; but, of course, under those circumstances, she wouldn’t have done that.
Upon returning home, I had some things to do, so he and my wife left without me; they took a couple of meal-replacement drinks for their lunch and plan to visit the City aquarium and then jog around the lake at the park. As they were about to walk out the door, Beau said he likes being seen in public with my wife, that “eyeballs from all directions are on her.” Tonight will be another threesome at our home, and he anticipates another call from Sherry who’s staying overnight with the pilot she met last week.
If my wife’s estimate in her earlier phone call is right, they should soon return. I hope any who have read this far enjoyed this oversized tome. For me, it was like re-living the entire night and day. Tonight will be much like last night, so there’s most likely no reason to post a follow-up. Only a very few care for repetition.
We know times like this can’t last forever, but the two of us want to ride this train to the end of the line.
~ Des
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That was one hell of an 18 hours. What a life you lead!
I think y'all are spreading the hotwife gospel far and wide, and Beau and Sherry are your first converts. Well done.
I think y'all are spreading the hotwife gospel far and wide, and Beau and Sherry are your first converts. Well done.
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Thanks for just a detailed post Des. It’s so great that Gigi’s invited you to participate in a threesome with her and Beau. Let’s hope this happens more in the future. It’s seems like it added something for Gigi as well.
I’d be interested to know what Gigi’s rules to Beau were? Beau working at the bank full time could make for some sticky situations.
I’d be interested to know what Gigi’s rules to Beau were? Beau working at the bank full time could make for some sticky situations.
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samlowen
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What a great night!
I a bit surprised that Gigi hadn't had a talk about work with Beau already, considering how long he has already been working at the bank. It would have made more sense for that talk to have happened when he was first hired, no?
I a bit surprised that Gigi hadn't had a talk about work with Beau already, considering how long he has already been working at the bank. It would have made more sense for that talk to have happened when he was first hired, no?
I think that painting this kink as one where people need to lie isn't accurate. I understand why many people feel this way. This kink can also be lived in a very ethical, honest manner. Many people are very successful with their non monogamous sex lives without having to be deceitful and purposefully mislead people. I believe that many people choose to lie because it can sometimes be easier than telling the truth. Some harder conversations are avoided with lies. I also feel that it's an incredible sign of disrespect to continually lie to someone you care for. Sometimes we lie to people thinking we are protecting them, when in fact, we are just protecting ourselves from a potentially difficult conversation that might change an existing dynamic.Lies and secrets come with the territory and, if anyone can’t handle that, they shouldn’t be in it.
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Great narrative of an even greater playtime! Enjoy all that feels good for everyone. Life’s too short to do otherwise. Have fun tonight!!!
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Good to hear a fresh joke, joke telling by a woman is unusual in my experience. I would love to be the recipient of her telling one of hers, sadly it is not going to happen.
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rascalnvixen
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Des,
A word about this last update.... PERFECTION!!!!
Rascal
A word about this last update.... PERFECTION!!!!
Rascal
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Sam,samlowen wrote: ↑Sat Nov 14, 2020 10:33 amI think that painting this kink as one where people need to lie isn't accurate. I understand why many people feel this way. This kink can also be lived in a very ethical, honest manner. Many people are very successful with their non monogamous sex lives without having to be deceitful and purposefully mislead people. I believe that many people choose to lie because it can sometimes be easier than telling the truth. Some harder conversations are avoided with lies. I also feel that it's an incredible sign of disrespect to continually lie to someone you care for. Sometimes we lie to people thinking we are protecting them, when in fact, we are just protecting ourselves from a potentially difficult conversation that might change an existing dynamic.
I think you may have misunderstood his intention in saying what he said about lies. I agree with you completely, to a point. But you also need to understand that people who have a very public profile must keep their lifestyle secret at all costs, otherwise it would have a very detrimental effect on their jobs and or business affairs. I think it was these kinds of circumstances that Des was referring to. Gigi certainly has one of those kinds of positions that is very public and she is very well known in her community. It would not be good for a person in her lifestyle to be identified by folks who are involved with a traditionally conservative business. He also is pretty well known in his community as well. Anyone in a leading role in the business community here in the U.S. has to be careful with their personal information regarding things they like and do that doesn't follow that typical conservative ideology. Are there folks in the business community who have their own kinks they don't want other to know about??? ABSOLUTELY!!! But they must be careful and sometimes disinformation is required to keep the secret lives they lead. That is what I thought Des was trying to say. But, I may be wrong yet again!!!
I have a pretty high public profile in my community. There are tons of people who know who I am but I have no idea of who they are, at all!!! So, Vixen and I must be careful what info we allow to be known as I detailed above. I hope that makes sense to you.
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Agree with you Sam. Once Lies and deceit become an acceptable norm, how can one trust anything that is said. People who habitually lie invariably become good at it, and end up telling even more lies to cover the ones already told. All you know is that you never hear the complete truth and can't trust everything they say. As for office affairs. People always get found out. Rumors run rife. Then when someone get pissed off at something and makes a complaint, shit flies. Have a friend going through that right now. A office affair where the woman's best friend got pissed off with something said at a party and sent an email to the board. One thing led to another. Lies were told in an attempt to cover up. Then it all went south and my friend lost his job for bedding a direct report. High six figure income one day. Unemployed the next.samlowen wrote: ↑Sat Nov 14, 2020 10:33 amWhat a great night!
I a bit surprised that Gigi hadn't had a talk about work with Beau already, considering how long he has already been working at the bank. It would have made more sense for that talk to have happened when he was first hired, no?
I think that painting this kink as one where people need to lie isn't accurate. I understand why many people feel this way. This kink can also be lived in a very ethical, honest manner. Many people are very successful with their non monogamous sex lives without having to be deceitful and purposefully mislead people. I believe that many people choose to lie because it can sometimes be easier than telling the truth. Some harder conversations are avoided with lies. I also feel that it's an incredible sign of disrespect to continually lie to someone you care for. Sometimes we lie to people thinking we are protecting them, when in fact, we are just protecting ourselves from a potentially difficult conversation that might change an existing dynamic.Lies and secrets come with the territory and, if anyone can’t handle that, they shouldn’t be in it.
Interestingly they didn't sack him for the affair. They sacked him for telling lies. Said the dishonesty proved he couldn't be trusted.
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Hi Sam. Your and other's frequent contributions often offer such advice and criticisms to us, and there is no way I will ever stop getting complaints about our lives; these pages and personal messages to me or her are full of those. I mentioned that my wife holds truth as sacred, but this way of life doesn't allow us to reveal everything to everyone. It even requires a degree of subterfuge at times. Most criticisms are from people at this board who are offended at our lifestyle altogether; others, most but not all who have never experienced a life like ours, tell us we don't live our lives the way they do. I have said here before that "we're all different in our own ways." We don't attempt to be like others; we think things through for what the best outcomes will be for us, not anyone else.samlowen wrote: ↑Sat Nov 14, 2020 10:33 amWhat a great night!
I a bit surprised that Gigi hadn't had a talk about work with Beau already, considering how long he has already been working at the bank. It would have made more sense for that talk to have happened when he was first hired, no?
I think that painting this kink as one where people need to lie isn't accurate. I understand why many people feel this way. This kink can also be lived in a very ethical, honest manner. Many people are very successful with their non monogamous sex lives without having to be deceitful and purposefully mislead people. I believe that many people choose to lie because it can sometimes be easier than telling the truth. Some harder conversations are avoided with lies. I also feel that it's an incredible sign of disrespect to continually lie to someone you care for. Sometimes we lie to people thinking we are protecting them, when in fact, we are just protecting ourselves from a potentially difficult conversation that might change an existing dynamic.Lies and secrets come with the territory and, if anyone can’t handle that, they shouldn’t be in it.
Social media postings are no substitute for philosophy and we don't expect anyone else to agree with our opinions or conclusions. Whatever we choose to do are what we believe to be in our best interests. I'm not complaining here about your or others' various, sometimes contradictory, remarks at times; I understand that others see things differently from either of us, but the compendium of advice we frequently receive is unlikely to change our attitudes and the way we live our lives.
However, thanks for your contribution. (And, again, this is isn't intended as a complaint but merely an explanation. I'm not offended by anything for the reason that - like fear or worry - such reactions don't change a thing; that only affects, and not in a good way, the person offended, fearful or worried. Everyone has an opinion about almost everything in life, but all of us will see things somewhat differently from another.)
~ Des
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Awesome Update Des, and I do love the details and the thoughts that go thru your head while watching Gigi fuck. Would be so awesome if you could read Gigi's mind and her thoughts.... I know you really enjoyed playing w/ Gigi and Beau and that doesn't happen all the time so it was a special treat for you and for them I am sure.
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I think that last post of yours was the longest ever but it’s as good as anything I have ever read anywhere. It was great. You didn’t think we could have questions after all that but I have one anyway. You talked about anybody being offended or fearful or worried was useless and only hurt the person who feels those things. Were you taught that or is it just a part of your natural personality? How do you do that?
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Then that makes two remarks about which I was wrong. I also said I assumed last night would be pretty much like the night before, and I should have no need to write about that. There was a minor difference, but I’ll get to that after your question. If you hadn’t asked about that, I don’t think it would have occurred to me to write here about it.yielding william wrote: ↑Sun Nov 15, 2020 4:16 amI think that last post of yours was the longest ever but it’s as good as anything I have ever read anywhere. It was great. You didn’t think we could have questions after all that but I have one anyway. You talked about anybody being offended or fearful or worried was useless and only hurt the person who feels those things. Were you taught that or is it just a part of your natural personality? How do you do that?
Almost anyone who doesn’t instead actually enjoy humiliation, fear, or worry can learn how to handle those emotions. When I was young, my late father was transferred around a lot by the defense firm for which he worked. I was in a series of Scout troops whenever one was near us. One of those scoutmasters was an older retired Army man. He was military-tough on us, but he did it all in a humorous way and we learned our crafts well. At two meetings, his lessons covered that topic. Essentially, he told us at the moment we are born our Creator gives us only a couple of "true" fears, like that of falling. All others are learned. When real danger comes about, we experience a natural adrenaline rush, which brings about the response of fight or flight, an inborn occurrence not to be confused with the emotions of fear or worry. Our instinctive reaction is instead to deal with danger; if anyone is paralyzed by fear, that person is either hindered in sensibly dealing with it and can end up as a dead victim. My wife didn’t learn that in a class as I did, but she similarly reacts to unpleasant situations as if she had. For reasons neither of us know, it comes naturally to her; so I have concluded some people are never taught to be fearful or to worry, but I’m not really sure about that.
As I’m sure it did with at least some of the other Scouts, that soon became a part of my psyche. And not long after that, when my dad was transferred to yet another town, I found myself actually using it but not in any heroic way. Our then Scout troop was camping a night at a wooded site near a river and dam. We slept two-to-a-tent. It was a warm night and I slept atop my sleeping bag. I was awakened by my tent mate who was sucking my cock. Although I was then well past the age at which I should have known, I truly had no prior knowledge of men or boys performing sexual acts on another. I was a rather naive and sexually inexperienced guy.
I half opened my eyes and realized what was going on. The former Scoutmaster's lesson was by then a part of the way I thought. As his head was bobbing over me, I decided I didn’t wish to report him; instead, I could best deal with that situation in the future by making sure I never again slept in the same tent with that guy. So I allowed it to continue until completion. My dad was soon transferred to another city. During the interim between that event and the time we moved away, our troop held one more overnight excursion. As I turned out, I was assigned another tent mate, so I didn't need to ask for a change in tent partners. Our former instructor had mentioned several dangers we might someday encounter for which we could use our new-found knowledge. None of those have come about in my life, but his lesson has since served me well in other ways.
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Last night with my wife and Beau was mostly like that the night before but not entirely. They went out a while together and upon returning home, we sat a few minutes in the hot tub. They were fooling around across from me when Gigi grinned and suggested we play “Whose dick is it?” That’s her name for something we have done before. The idea is she leans her elbows onto the bar separating our kitchen from the living room. With her eyes closed and her back to two guys, she attempts to guess which has inserted his dick into her pussy. She created the name for that game back when Beau and his former roommate Jack were simultaneously fucking her.
Only once did her big-dicked boss and I do that but I was the instigator on that occasion. Typically, the average vagina can accommodate an impossibly broad dick up to two inches wide but can only accept four to six inches in length. Until a woman is sexually aroused, her vagina is closed and retracted. Her boss’ big cock more-than-sufficiently stretches her cunt and his dickhead goes full-distance to her cervix.
Then, last night after the three of us were together in our master bedroom an hour or so, I left the two and slept in our guest room. They had sex again sometime during the night and again upon awakening this morning. We had leftovers from the morning before and Beau wanted to attend church with us. We were on our way home when Beau’s fiancée Sherry called his cell phone to say she was heading back to her place; she had again stayed overnight at the apartment of the pilot she dated the two successive evenings when Beau was fucking my wife.
As Sherry was leaving the man’s apartment, he inquired whether he could see her again while he was home this week on vacation. She told him she wasn’t sure, that it wasn’t often her fiancé was away, but didn’t say it wasn’t possible; she and Beau will talk that over while they’re back together today. Upon our return home, Beau was then anxious to leave for Sherry’s place where they will be exchanging stories of their past two nights. As he drove away, my wife laughed about his enthusiasm to share their nights’ experiences. She joked, “He is becoming so much like you, the day may come I won’t be able to tell the difference.” I liked that.
~ Des
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I assume Gigi won Whose dick is this?
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samlowen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
What you are referring to makes complete sense to me. Those are not the types of lies I'm referring to. Certain things absolutely do need to be lied about. I'm referring to more casual lies between sex partners. Lies that don't need to happen, where the truth would be simpler and not set up a potential negative event further down the line for the relationship.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Sat Nov 14, 2020 2:04 pmSam,
I think you may have misunderstood his intention in saying what he said about lies. I agree with you completely, to a point. But you also need to understand that people who have a very public profile must keep their lifestyle secret at all costs, otherwise it would have a very detrimental effect on their jobs and or business affairs. I think it was these kinds of circumstances that Des was referring to. Gigi certainly has one of those kinds of positions that is very public and she is very well known in her community. It would not be good for a person in her lifestyle to be identified by folks who are involved with a traditionally conservative business. He also is pretty well known in his community as well. Anyone in a leading role in the business community here in the U.S. has to be careful with their personal information regarding things they like and do that doesn't follow that typical conservative ideology. Are there folks in the business community who have their own kinks they don't want other to know about??? ABSOLUTELY!!! But they must be careful and sometimes disinformation is required to keep the secret lives they lead. That is what I thought Des was trying to say. But, I may be wrong yet again!!!
I have a pretty high public profile in my community. There are tons of people who know who I am but I have no idea of who they are, at all!!! So, Vixen and I must be careful what info we allow to be known as I detailed above. I hope that makes sense to you.
Rascal
My comments where not intended to be critical of Des and Gigi and how they live their lives, no matter how people interpreted them. I was simply pointing out that many couples can be very successful with this kink without having to continually lie to the people they are intimate with. Many couples do not handle lies well and they create a space within the kink that is more honest and ethical. They find their own path that doesn't include lies, and it works for them. I felt that it's dishonest to tell people that they cannot do this kink unless they are comfortable lying. There are many paths to success here, not just one filled with lies. That's my point. Many couples sharing their stories on this forum have found success with very minimal lies, just like others find success with many lies. Des is aware of this too, with his comments about "we're all different in our own ways." That's exactly it. What works for them might not work for others and vise versa. I'm not criticizing Des and Gigi, just the statement that implies there's only one way to do this kink correctly, one filled with lies.
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Sam,
I totally understand your thoughts!!! I am of very similar thoughts as well. My comments were only that I thought we looked at Des' comments with a little different viewpoint, which we were. I was just throwing out a different view. I never thought you were being critical at all!! And I hope you didn't view my comments as critical either. I don't like lies mostly because I'm not smart enough to remember a bunch of lies and I'm bound to be caught in a few if I do.
Rascal
I totally understand your thoughts!!! I am of very similar thoughts as well. My comments were only that I thought we looked at Des' comments with a little different viewpoint, which we were. I was just throwing out a different view. I never thought you were being critical at all!! And I hope you didn't view my comments as critical either. I don't like lies mostly because I'm not smart enough to remember a bunch of lies and I'm bound to be caught in a few if I do.
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
She joked, “He is becoming so much like you, the day may come I won’t be able to tell the difference.”
That may be so ,but will the time ever come when Gigi tosses a coin to determine which of you she will spend the night with, I think she may say, "can we make it the best of three," should you win the toss.
That may be so ,but will the time ever come when Gigi tosses a coin to determine which of you she will spend the night with, I think she may say, "can we make it the best of three," should you win the toss.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I don't like lies mostly because I'm not smart enough to remember a bunch of lies and I'm bound to be caught in a few if I do.
I don't think withholding information is the same as lying. However between partners, no secrets are my preferred state of affairs.
I don't think withholding information is the same as lying. However between partners, no secrets are my preferred state of affairs.
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I think sherry isn't jealous of gigi because she's secure that gigi won't be leaving des and stealing beau. She may very well act differently if it was some single chick. Much like gigi acts with des. She's cool with it under certain circumstances whereby she does not feel threatened. Seems they're both like y'all
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Great update Des, I love he game you guys played and assume Gigi could tell who with no problem although she may have not let you guys know so the game could continue. Sounds like a win-win situation for everyone....
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
That's about right. I had responded in a PM to another member who commented about whether she could tell who was who. She at first wasn't certain about which of us was inside her. I think she expected Beau to be first, but it was me. She said as I stroked a few times, "I'm not sure. Give me some time."
I withdrew and Beau immediately followed me. As he gripped her hips and fucked her, she laughed and said, "This is Beau.." He and I found that hilarious. He's about a half-inch longer than my six inches so there isn't so much difference between his tool and mine. I asked how she knew. She said, "It's just different. The second time made it easy to tell the difference." After Beau left our home today, I asked again. She said he fucks differently but couldn't fully explain just what that means. I sort of liked that. She has often said that if it wasn't different with another guy, she would have no reason to do it all. I'm glad there are differences. I had before assumed the principal difference is that it's someone other than me, but clearly there is more to it than that.
When we once did that with her oversized-dicked boss, he eagerly went before me. I knew before he entered her there wouldn't take any guessing whatsoever on her part. She knew immediately. It isn't just his size but also a lot of power few can match.
Thanks for mentioning that.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057