I considered not submitting this here at all for the reason I didn’t think the night would seem believable to others at the time I added it to my journal.
My wife was once a good Christian woman who also followed the tenants of Hebrew scripture. Actually, she still is but fucks other men. She had been with others before I met her; but, once we married, she would not think of having sex with another man. For about a year, I suggested what it could be like for her to have sex with another man but she wouldn’t consider it. I didn’t then know her imagination was fired with the ideas I was planting, but yet she resisted.
She later admitted that when alone she masturbated wildly thinking about my encouraging utterances while we were having hot sex. Then, at the age of 28, came the day she gave in to a coworker who fucked her regularly for three months before I learned of it. When I told her I realized she was having an affair, she freely confessed and agreed, “You were right about me all along.” She learned through that experience she needed more sex than just with me. She had crossed that Rubicon, experienced the previously unknown thrill and exhilaration of unrestrained adultery, and knew then there could be no going back.
Gigi remains a religious woman who regularly attends church and prays nightly. But she is also now a willing and fervent hotwife who frequently tells me it would be difficult to go back to the day when it was just the two of us. After the first two men who thrilled her married pussy, she came to require more fucking than in our once-monogamous relationship. Perhaps the word “addicted” isn't exactly accurate to describe the physical and emotional needs she has since discovered, but she certainly now needs it. She once said in response to some question I then asked, "I'm getting dicks a'plenty. I need that now. I hope you never change your mind about my dating other men." I don’t ask for a reason she fucks others, but she occasionally confesses, “I truly need this, please don’t ever ask me to quit.” I know she does. Other men fuck my wife, and that has become an ordinary part of our marital life.
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And after this past six years other men have been fucking her (or seven years if I count the first one-timer we met a year before she began dating more), one would think I know everything about her sexual responses. But little things always seem to come about that surprise me, like the day before we left to celebrate her 34th birthday at a local hotel resort.
That Monday night, the day before Gigi’s 34th birthday December 1, she and her boss left the office at closing time in separate cars and arrived at our home. He wanted to “celebrate” a night ahead of the occasion. He had wanted to fuck her Tuesday night, the day of her birthday, but she told him she and I would instead be together that day at a resort hotel to honor her birthday. In the past, my wife prefers that I stay in another room when another man is fucking her. On this occasion, her boss asked that I be present so that I could watch “everything” they do. Neither she nor I understood what he meant by “everything.” She has always been detailed in her exciting narratives to me of other men having sex with her.
He was at our home for just under three hours. My wife went to our bedroom to change out of her work clothes while he and I talked over a beer at the bar separating our kitchen and living room. I handed him a beer and asked what caused him to ask me to be included in our bedroom. He grinned and said, “Does your wife ever mention she has a fearful reaction when we’re about to have sex in a bed? That’s the only time I have noticed it. She hasn’t done that anywhere else, like in my office or hers.”
Gigi is rather detailed in her narratives about having sex with other men, but I hadn’t heard that. He said, “Watch her face tonight when we’re in bed.” We went on talking about other matters until she came out in nothing but a robe to join us. We followed her to our bedroom where she had already turned down the bed cover and top sheet.
When the electronic storm shutters just outside our two-bedroom windows are shut, the closed-door room is plunged into total darkness. I plugged in a small night-light alongside the bed and turned off the overhead light before crawling onto the bed’s far side. I watched them in the dim-limned lighting as she dropped her robe to the floor and undressed her boss. His exceptionally broad, stiff cock projected out like the flag pole attached to our front wall. He glanced aside to me and grinned, perhaps because of the excitation in my face while I stroked my rigid dick. Then naked, he swooped her into his thick arms and kissed her deeply on the lips. Gigi raised a leg between his thighs until his massive shaft lay atop her thigh. She stroked the top of his tool with a hand.
He urged her back onto the bed beside me and went down on her. Running her fingers through his hair as he mouthed her cunt, she shuddered and moaned, “Your tongue is so strong.” I think she was near an orgasm at the moment he removed his mouth and maneuvered to his knees between her splayed legs. That’s when I saw it.
He grasped the base of his python pointing to her shivering cunt. From the close-up angle I glimpsed his cock, it’s fearsome looking. Had I not known from their past, I would think that elongated, wide stick could never fit inside a woman. My wife’s wide eyes were also affixed on his broad, walnut-shaped, purplish cockhead. Her jaw gaped and her lower lip quivered. I had noticed that once before not long ago when he was about to fuck her in our living room. I had then assumed her trembling lips were excitation of what was to come.
Needing to masturbate, I pulled the top sheet over me to hide and gripped my cock.
But now, as he dickhead began entering her cuntal folds, she whimpered in a high-pitched, timid tone of unmistakable fright,
“Oh my god, oh, oh, oh! Ohhh god!” The leading edge of his dick tip slowly worked its way an inch when she screamed. I didn’t then know whether it was pain or fear but would later learn she always reacts this way the first time any night they’re about to fuck. She had never told me of that reaction. Now I could understand. His expansive cock is a fearsome sight and she has never got over seeing his monster as he was about to insert it into her pussy.
Yet, as he worked it into her cavity, her cuntal walls gradually expanded to encompass what he commented as a "tight" fit. I hadn't considered her vagina as particularly tight in the past, but with his broad dimensions it evidently is. She sighed in gratified acceptance, “Ohhh,
yes, yes! It’s fucking fantastic.” Her cuntal walls expanded to enclose the span of his thick member. He pushed further at an unhurried pace and her hips grinded beneath him as each inch slinked deeper. Her eyes closed and she whispered, “I love it so.” Her boss increased his tempo and soon was driving into her at full velocity. The bed was rocking and she screamed, “Oh yeah, Mr. B! Fuck my hot cunt. You’re so fucking good for me!”
Her fingers dug into the sheet covering my masturbation and pulled it away. He glanced over to me, but I couldn’t then stop. I can’t recall the exact moment I was jerking off wildly but by now my hand pumped as fast as he was fucking her. He had full control of my wife’s mind and body and all I had was my slick hand, but I think I was enjoying just as much as he.
Her eyes were wide, wild and glaring like a cornered wildcat. I have seen him fucking her before but not like this and, other than ways through our bedroom cams, never their first time in bed on any night. Even when watching on my laptop, I can’t hear all the low tones of their voices. I have before considered them made for the other when having sex, but the extent and scope of that moment gave me a previously newborn perspective – recurring fear at the outset, followed by increasing acceptance as his dick plunged deeper into her cavity, and then her hot thrills as their two bodies hotly united as one. As she wailed beneath him, her hips gyrated and he fucked her like an accomplished wizard.
I experienced a flash of inferiority but was jerking off wildly. As she has before told me with apparent understatement, they are “good” together - and evidently even better than I had realized. Their bodies writhed passionately. I reached blindly behind me for a bedside tissue and moaned, “It’s so hot, oh yeah, fuck my wife.” I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and was cumming hard. Soon, my wife howled in an earsplitting climax. He went on fucking her another minute or two until he groaned aloud and his sperm jetted into her cunt. His pace slowed as he unloaded every droplet into my wife’s pussy. She urged him along by sighing, “Oh yeah, I want it all.”
He collapsed alongside side her and said, “That was good as always.” She grinned, “Uh-huh. For me too.”
I propped up my torso with an elbow and said to him, “She has never told me about being scared before you fucked her but that was obvious,” and then asked her, “Is that a common thing for you?” Both laughed, which caused me to realize they have before discussed her frightened response. Gigi lifted her head from the pillow, pecked him on the lips and said,
“I know. It’s weird. But he’s so biggg!” And, nodding to him, she added, “Mr. B. thinks I should be accustomed to that by now. I don’t know if I will ever get over it . . . but I’m not complaining.”
He said, “You’re good at this.” She grinned and said, “When I’m bad, I’m better.”
I have never asked my wife how she first realized her boss wanted to fuck her, but the thought came to mind as I watched them together. When Mr. B left for home that night, I asked her how she first recognized he would succumb to her subtle comments when they began working together. She laughed and said, “Men give out signals when they’re interested, even if they don’t intend to, and a woman notices. I’m no cactus expert but I can recognize a likely prick.” That’s a variation of a one-liner she uses on occasion.
She has another saying she picked up somewhere she has forgotten, and it stirs feelings in my dick every time. When on occasion I ask if she cares to share a glass of wine, she sometimes says, “The reason I don’t care much for alcohol is that I found a stiff dick is better than a stiff drink.” I like that.
She pulled the covers over her, smiled and said, ”I hope you can get it up tomorrow night on my birthday. I’m looking forward to it.” She took a deep breath, exhaled, and was asleep within ten seconds flat. Remembering every moment she was giving herself to him, I couldn’t go to sleep, so I took a hot shower and returned to bed. I can’t remember how long I tossed about, hoping I could perform half as good but as it turned out, she kept me turned on the next two nights with a series of her past experiences.
She said the second morning as we awoke and she offered to go down to the lobby to check us out, “This has been my favorite birthday ever, Kemo Sabi. I picked the right guy to marry.”
No more than two hours after we had returned home, our landline phone rang. I reached for the living room phone a moment before my wife answered in our bedroom. Beau and Sherry were on the other line and asked if this coming Friday would be a good day to meet with Beau’s friend Jonathan. She offered to pick them up at Beau’s apartment and drive to Jonathan’s university dorm at six-thirty that evening. None knew I was listening from the living room phone, but Sherry asked whether I could come with them. Gigi said I would prefer that Jonathan not know I approved and had already declined. That’s true; I didn’t want to be a part of it.
I returned my phone to its holder and went to the fridge for a soft drink. I hope it works out for all four of them. Beau had given us a rough description of Jonathan and his personality. Gigi didn’t ask any questions about him but concluded from Beau’s and Sherry’s opinions they will be a good fit. She is usually right in her assumptions.
~ Des