I did check in here briefly. I haven't got around to that yet, but it's a'coming. They left about two hours ago and we had some household duties since. Gigi and I are headed out in a few minutes but I'll be able to tell about that before long. Thanks for noticing.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Sun Dec 20, 2020 11:40 amHmmm..... It's Sunday afternoon and Des is off work today.... But no signs of him as yet!! I guess he had a wild time with Beau's mom last night!! She must have put something on him that Ajax can't scrub off!!I guess he is in recovery at this time because I'm sure they all had a great time last night!!! Can't wait to hear all the naughty details!!!
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My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
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To me, that’s some of the beauty of the philosophy; its simplicity. If it is causing you pain/grief, accept it. If you cannot accept it, change it. If you cannot change it, leave it. Doing so will allow you to resolve the grief and find peace. There is, of course, more to it than that but it’s a good place to start. I actually first learned of this from my dad, who studied a lot of eastern philosophy. Then at 11 yrs old, I saw Star Wars and the Jedi philosophy, which is very Buddhist, resonated with me. I guess I needed light saber duels to get through to me, lol.
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When did we find out Beau’s parents were coming to visit?
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Wed Dec 16, 2020 3:55 am (I don't think that was the actual time but that's the hour posted here. I suspect my VPN messes up time with some websites.)
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rascalnvixen
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That darn Des!!!! I just spent the last 30 minutes trying to find that very same reference and just came back here to tell Tracey where is was. And what do I find??? He beat me to it!!!! Oh, well. It was an interesting 30 minutes rereading a bunch of posts by him. He is a very lucky guy!!!!
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For whatever reason, I ‘m exceptionally attracted to older women, which made this weekend particularly gratifying. That young Native American nurse and Beau’s fiancé Sherry are exceptions, but both are far more mature than most at their ages and I feel a personal connection with both. We still receive phone calls and emails about monthly from the “Injun woman,” as she jokingly refers to herself, so we’re still in touch with her that way. She and a young physician are now married and have since met a few swinger couples. We’re told theirs is a solid marriage and neither believes in divorce or separation for any reason; we have a similar conviction but understand why some couples split over the more extreme matters like physical or mental abuse by either partner.
This past Saturday, Beau’s, Jonathan’s and Marianne’s graduation ceremony was an elegant affair. A university staff member told us these end-of-year commencements have fewer graduates than at the end of Spring, but a couple hundred grads were presented their diplomas. Beau graduated with honors. Unlike my old journalism school, the university doesn’t have a tradition of graduates throwing their caps into the air at the event’s end. Beau’s parents and Sherry sat in the benches alongside us at the gathering. Following the ceremony, we met up with Jonathan, Marianne and their parents in the parking lot for a pleasant conversation.
Sherry told me privately she and Beau are going back to his apartment before he packs and leaves the next morning for his parents’ home He will be returning to our city and begin working full-time at my wife’s bank on January 4th. His parents had agreed to stay the night with us. Upon his return to his parents’ home, Beau plans to install a new kitchen sink, bath sink and replace their old five-gallon-tank toilet with a water-saver model. When his parents return, he and Beau will replace their master-bath’s tub and a line of new tile at its top. Beau is a handy-guy who once assisted his father in building their boat dock at the back of their home.
When apart from his parents for a moment, Jonathan told me he expects to be phoning us frequently. He said both will need a few tips in navigating their lives in their plans for Marianne to be having sex with other men. I invited both to stay at our home whenever they wish upon their occasional visits back in our city. Marianne joined the two of us a minute or so and said she couldn’t think of a better place to stay whenever they’re here for alumni gatherings and games. I suggested we could include Beau and Sherry at those times. They liked that.
I invited all to go to dinner, but Jonathan’s parents had to return home. His dad is an attorney and was to represent a corporate client at a court hearing the following day.
Beau, Marianne, and Jon each hugged us before leaving for their dorms to get their bags. Jon’s parents removed their face masks, gave us an elbow bump rather than shaking hands, and drove away.
Beau’s mom and dad came home with us. To make it easier to find our place, we swapped passengers; his mom rode with me, and Gigi rode in his car with him to our home. She said both she and her husband greatly appreciated the relationship with their son during his school years here. She went on to say Beau thinks he was better able to keep his minds on his studies and told them Gigi persistently insisted he stay on track with his courses. I remarked that I consider them to be exceptional parents. Not many would feel that way about their son dating a married woman; but I know what he told his folks about his peripheral advantages was accurate.
They had wished to spend two nights with us. An employee who best manages their hardware and tractor store was intended to fill in for them for a day. But the man’s wife had surgery two days before and was to be released from the hospital that day; they agreed the man should look after her at home a couple of days, so they would need to be at work on Monday.
I intended to invite the two to join us in our hot tub but it didn’t work out that way. We talked a few minutes in the living room. I was sitting in the lounge chair while Mary massaged my shoulders and my wife and Jim sat together on the couch. Mary leaned across the back of the chair and planted a kiss on my lips. She moved around to sit on my lap and removed my shirt.
Soon, we were all naked, our clothing strewn around the room. Gigi led the three of us to our bedroom. I scooted to the far side and Mary followed. Gigi and Jim lay alongside us and he and I went down on both women. My tongue found her clitoris about the same time Jim found my wife’s and both women moaned in unison. Gigi whined, “It’s been too long since we were together.” She swiveled her head about, turned to Mary and she pulled her close for a deep kiss.
Jim and I were fully erect as we knelt between the women’s thighs. My cock was fully inserted at the moment my wife cried out, “Oh yes!” and Jim thrust repeatedly into her cunt. Mary panted as I fucked her. She sobbed, “Oh yeah, fuck my pussy.” My tool punched through her opening in a rotary motion, then slammed repeatedly into her. Both women screamed in pleasure.
Mary’s legs wrapped around my waist and her heels dug into my buttocks. My attention was solely on the two of us as if Jim and my wife were no longer in the same room. She was warm and wet as we screwed and her fingers dug into my shoulders. We were perhaps ten minutes into it when Gigi turned to her knees and Jim’s cock entered her from behind. Mary and I turned our heads to watch as we fucked and she eagerly bumped against me with each of my strokes. She whispered, “They look good together.” I agreed.
Mary screamed in climax and soon I too was cumming hard. I groaned as my seed jetted into her cuntal walls. I glanced aside at Gigi who then was lying on her side and Jim pounded her pussy from behind her. My wife’s mouth and eyes were wide open, staring at the wall.” She is never hotter than when impaled on another guy’s hard cock. Her fist gripped a pillow case and squeezed it into wrinkles, and I knew she was about to experience a hot climax as his stiff cock repeatedly slammed into her cunt.
She massaged her clitoris with a finger, then wailed as her body shuddered. The orgasm raged through her like the oncoming force of a freight train. She screamed, “Oh fuck yes! It’s so good! My own husband doesn’t feel like this!”
Each of us knew Gigi’s comment wasn’t an insult. I said, “She tells me that if wasn’t better with another man, she would only fuck her husband.” As her climax subsided, Jim rolled aside, glanced at me, and added, “And we like that, don’t we?” Mary laughed and said she was glad we men understand that.”
I responded. “At least some men do.” Mary took the comment to another level, saying, “That’s why wives of those men who don’t understand that need to cheat.” I instinctively knew that but hadn’t thought of it whenever my wife commented on why sex is better with another man than the husband she more routinely fucks.
As we sat around talking on the bed, Mary asked about how our marital arrangement came to be. My wife said I had first suggested it but that it didn’t really come about until I found out she was having an affair with a man she once worked with. After that experience, she agreed it would be difficult to go back to monogamy. But unlike Jim and Mary, she didn’t want me to go about dating other women and explained the reason Mary was an exception; she doesn’t live near us and thereby doesn’t present a threat for the reason it isn’t a frequent relationship. She added, “It isn’t that I don’t trust him. It’s just that most men aren’t that smart when it comes to sex. I have met a few who wanted me to divorce him and marry them. There’s no way I could do that.”
That’s why, said Mary, she preferred swinging until Beau was born, and they have been with two couples since he has been away at college. Her husband interjected that his wife was once with two single men with his approval. When they were new at it, she occasionally went to the guys’ places without him. He said he ”liked that” and understood my motivation for my wife having sex with others. Mary laughed and said she’s “very pleased” she is the exception for me.
Gigi offered Mary and me the master bedroom for the rest of the night and she and Jim would be together in the guest bedroom. As they walked to the door, he said, “I’m glad we didn’t stop for supper tonight. I preferred this.” My wife responded, “We can have dessert instead. It’s on me . . . literally.” He chuckled as they walked away.
Mary leaned over me and sucked my dick until it rose again to full staff. We fucked then and again in the morning. At that same time, from across the hall through the open door, my wife squealed, “Yes! Yes!” Minutes later, they rejoined us on our bed and Mary surmised, “I wonder whether Beau has left for home yet. I guess you know he and Sherry were surely fucking last night at his place.” The other three of us grinned and Jim said, “We think he picked the best woman possible. She’s smart and has a sensible head on her shoulders.” Mary said to my wife, “And we’re so happy you have done so much for him.”
They recalled their pleasure at having Gigi at their home at Beau’s 21st birthday. The parents heard them fucking madly on the intercom when Beau had accidentally left the speaker open. Gigi didn’t mention that, during a break from their activities, she and he went downstairs and overheard his parents also having sex in their bedroom. She instead said, “I loved that time too. You’re great hosts.”
I didn’t mention my thought at that moment but realized how strange this family-oriented conversation might sound to monogamist couples. There was a time in our lives when I too probably would have also thought it to be odd. But here, at this time, with these parents, it seemed to be a rather natural topic for discussion.
I don’t recall whether it was Jim or Mary who asked if Gigi thinks she and Beau will still be having sex after their son and Sherry are married in June of next year. Gigi didn’t confess we already know the answer to that but said, “Only if Sherry wants that. I’m sure that’s a topic to come up. When you get home, you might want to ask Beau whether he and Sherry have talked about it. She knows about us and likes it the way it is.” They already knew that, and his dad commented, “Sherry’s encouragement for that would be the ideal situation in our opinions.” It seems his parents will be getting just what they hope for, and maybe more.
I hadn’t noticed we had skipped dinner the previous night, but Mary and Gigi prepared a rather abundant breakfast to make up for it. After the women had gone to the bath to brush their teeth, they came back into the living room where Jim and I were sitting on the couch. Each knelt, unzipped our flies and took turns sucking our dicks. I’m sure they planned that while in the bath, but I didn’t ask for confirmation of my suspicion. When he and I were drained, the women returned to the bath to brush again.
They left at 10:30 yesterday morning and told us we are welcome to visit them anytime we wish. We intend to do that. Mary suggested a great time to plan our 2021 vacation would be when Sherry and Beau are on their honeymoon. She added, “The four of us could spend that time at our home.” We thought that to be a good idea and may take them up on their offer.
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Last week, the bank’s chief financial officer, for whom Beau will soon be working full-time, had been discussing a matter with my wife. He was about to walk out of her office and said , “This is the first time in two weeks I haven’t heard you tell a joke when I drop in here.”
She said, “Due to the quarantine, I’m only doing inside jokes.” He laughed as he turned for the door and said, “That’s more like the woman I know. I repeat almost every gag you tell.” (I almost didn’t include that here for the reason OHW members outside the U.S. may not understand that joke; if any care, they can Google, “What is an inside joke?”)
~ Des
This past Saturday, Beau’s, Jonathan’s and Marianne’s graduation ceremony was an elegant affair. A university staff member told us these end-of-year commencements have fewer graduates than at the end of Spring, but a couple hundred grads were presented their diplomas. Beau graduated with honors. Unlike my old journalism school, the university doesn’t have a tradition of graduates throwing their caps into the air at the event’s end. Beau’s parents and Sherry sat in the benches alongside us at the gathering. Following the ceremony, we met up with Jonathan, Marianne and their parents in the parking lot for a pleasant conversation.
Sherry told me privately she and Beau are going back to his apartment before he packs and leaves the next morning for his parents’ home He will be returning to our city and begin working full-time at my wife’s bank on January 4th. His parents had agreed to stay the night with us. Upon his return to his parents’ home, Beau plans to install a new kitchen sink, bath sink and replace their old five-gallon-tank toilet with a water-saver model. When his parents return, he and Beau will replace their master-bath’s tub and a line of new tile at its top. Beau is a handy-guy who once assisted his father in building their boat dock at the back of their home.
When apart from his parents for a moment, Jonathan told me he expects to be phoning us frequently. He said both will need a few tips in navigating their lives in their plans for Marianne to be having sex with other men. I invited both to stay at our home whenever they wish upon their occasional visits back in our city. Marianne joined the two of us a minute or so and said she couldn’t think of a better place to stay whenever they’re here for alumni gatherings and games. I suggested we could include Beau and Sherry at those times. They liked that.
I invited all to go to dinner, but Jonathan’s parents had to return home. His dad is an attorney and was to represent a corporate client at a court hearing the following day.
Beau, Marianne, and Jon each hugged us before leaving for their dorms to get their bags. Jon’s parents removed their face masks, gave us an elbow bump rather than shaking hands, and drove away.
Beau’s mom and dad came home with us. To make it easier to find our place, we swapped passengers; his mom rode with me, and Gigi rode in his car with him to our home. She said both she and her husband greatly appreciated the relationship with their son during his school years here. She went on to say Beau thinks he was better able to keep his minds on his studies and told them Gigi persistently insisted he stay on track with his courses. I remarked that I consider them to be exceptional parents. Not many would feel that way about their son dating a married woman; but I know what he told his folks about his peripheral advantages was accurate.
They had wished to spend two nights with us. An employee who best manages their hardware and tractor store was intended to fill in for them for a day. But the man’s wife had surgery two days before and was to be released from the hospital that day; they agreed the man should look after her at home a couple of days, so they would need to be at work on Monday.
I intended to invite the two to join us in our hot tub but it didn’t work out that way. We talked a few minutes in the living room. I was sitting in the lounge chair while Mary massaged my shoulders and my wife and Jim sat together on the couch. Mary leaned across the back of the chair and planted a kiss on my lips. She moved around to sit on my lap and removed my shirt.
Soon, we were all naked, our clothing strewn around the room. Gigi led the three of us to our bedroom. I scooted to the far side and Mary followed. Gigi and Jim lay alongside us and he and I went down on both women. My tongue found her clitoris about the same time Jim found my wife’s and both women moaned in unison. Gigi whined, “It’s been too long since we were together.” She swiveled her head about, turned to Mary and she pulled her close for a deep kiss.
Jim and I were fully erect as we knelt between the women’s thighs. My cock was fully inserted at the moment my wife cried out, “Oh yes!” and Jim thrust repeatedly into her cunt. Mary panted as I fucked her. She sobbed, “Oh yeah, fuck my pussy.” My tool punched through her opening in a rotary motion, then slammed repeatedly into her. Both women screamed in pleasure.
Mary’s legs wrapped around my waist and her heels dug into my buttocks. My attention was solely on the two of us as if Jim and my wife were no longer in the same room. She was warm and wet as we screwed and her fingers dug into my shoulders. We were perhaps ten minutes into it when Gigi turned to her knees and Jim’s cock entered her from behind. Mary and I turned our heads to watch as we fucked and she eagerly bumped against me with each of my strokes. She whispered, “They look good together.” I agreed.
Mary screamed in climax and soon I too was cumming hard. I groaned as my seed jetted into her cuntal walls. I glanced aside at Gigi who then was lying on her side and Jim pounded her pussy from behind her. My wife’s mouth and eyes were wide open, staring at the wall.” She is never hotter than when impaled on another guy’s hard cock. Her fist gripped a pillow case and squeezed it into wrinkles, and I knew she was about to experience a hot climax as his stiff cock repeatedly slammed into her cunt.
She massaged her clitoris with a finger, then wailed as her body shuddered. The orgasm raged through her like the oncoming force of a freight train. She screamed, “Oh fuck yes! It’s so good! My own husband doesn’t feel like this!”
Each of us knew Gigi’s comment wasn’t an insult. I said, “She tells me that if wasn’t better with another man, she would only fuck her husband.” As her climax subsided, Jim rolled aside, glanced at me, and added, “And we like that, don’t we?” Mary laughed and said she was glad we men understand that.”
I responded. “At least some men do.” Mary took the comment to another level, saying, “That’s why wives of those men who don’t understand that need to cheat.” I instinctively knew that but hadn’t thought of it whenever my wife commented on why sex is better with another man than the husband she more routinely fucks.
As we sat around talking on the bed, Mary asked about how our marital arrangement came to be. My wife said I had first suggested it but that it didn’t really come about until I found out she was having an affair with a man she once worked with. After that experience, she agreed it would be difficult to go back to monogamy. But unlike Jim and Mary, she didn’t want me to go about dating other women and explained the reason Mary was an exception; she doesn’t live near us and thereby doesn’t present a threat for the reason it isn’t a frequent relationship. She added, “It isn’t that I don’t trust him. It’s just that most men aren’t that smart when it comes to sex. I have met a few who wanted me to divorce him and marry them. There’s no way I could do that.”
That’s why, said Mary, she preferred swinging until Beau was born, and they have been with two couples since he has been away at college. Her husband interjected that his wife was once with two single men with his approval. When they were new at it, she occasionally went to the guys’ places without him. He said he ”liked that” and understood my motivation for my wife having sex with others. Mary laughed and said she’s “very pleased” she is the exception for me.
Gigi offered Mary and me the master bedroom for the rest of the night and she and Jim would be together in the guest bedroom. As they walked to the door, he said, “I’m glad we didn’t stop for supper tonight. I preferred this.” My wife responded, “We can have dessert instead. It’s on me . . . literally.” He chuckled as they walked away.
Mary leaned over me and sucked my dick until it rose again to full staff. We fucked then and again in the morning. At that same time, from across the hall through the open door, my wife squealed, “Yes! Yes!” Minutes later, they rejoined us on our bed and Mary surmised, “I wonder whether Beau has left for home yet. I guess you know he and Sherry were surely fucking last night at his place.” The other three of us grinned and Jim said, “We think he picked the best woman possible. She’s smart and has a sensible head on her shoulders.” Mary said to my wife, “And we’re so happy you have done so much for him.”
They recalled their pleasure at having Gigi at their home at Beau’s 21st birthday. The parents heard them fucking madly on the intercom when Beau had accidentally left the speaker open. Gigi didn’t mention that, during a break from their activities, she and he went downstairs and overheard his parents also having sex in their bedroom. She instead said, “I loved that time too. You’re great hosts.”
I didn’t mention my thought at that moment but realized how strange this family-oriented conversation might sound to monogamist couples. There was a time in our lives when I too probably would have also thought it to be odd. But here, at this time, with these parents, it seemed to be a rather natural topic for discussion.
I don’t recall whether it was Jim or Mary who asked if Gigi thinks she and Beau will still be having sex after their son and Sherry are married in June of next year. Gigi didn’t confess we already know the answer to that but said, “Only if Sherry wants that. I’m sure that’s a topic to come up. When you get home, you might want to ask Beau whether he and Sherry have talked about it. She knows about us and likes it the way it is.” They already knew that, and his dad commented, “Sherry’s encouragement for that would be the ideal situation in our opinions.” It seems his parents will be getting just what they hope for, and maybe more.
I hadn’t noticed we had skipped dinner the previous night, but Mary and Gigi prepared a rather abundant breakfast to make up for it. After the women had gone to the bath to brush their teeth, they came back into the living room where Jim and I were sitting on the couch. Each knelt, unzipped our flies and took turns sucking our dicks. I’m sure they planned that while in the bath, but I didn’t ask for confirmation of my suspicion. When he and I were drained, the women returned to the bath to brush again.
They left at 10:30 yesterday morning and told us we are welcome to visit them anytime we wish. We intend to do that. Mary suggested a great time to plan our 2021 vacation would be when Sherry and Beau are on their honeymoon. She added, “The four of us could spend that time at our home.” We thought that to be a good idea and may take them up on their offer.
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Last week, the bank’s chief financial officer, for whom Beau will soon be working full-time, had been discussing a matter with my wife. He was about to walk out of her office and said , “This is the first time in two weeks I haven’t heard you tell a joke when I drop in here.”
She said, “Due to the quarantine, I’m only doing inside jokes.” He laughed as he turned for the door and said, “That’s more like the woman I know. I repeat almost every gag you tell.” (I almost didn’t include that here for the reason OHW members outside the U.S. may not understand that joke; if any care, they can Google, “What is an inside joke?”)
~ Des
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rascalnvixen
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Great and exciting update, Des!!!! The bonds of friendship with like minded folks are becoming plentiful! It would seem you and Gigi's sex life will continue to be quite exciting and rewarding for a long time. (I had the words "to come." at the end of that last sentence but took it out because I was sure someone would think I was trying to be "punny".) 
I'm now wondering if, in addition to their already unusual marriages, if Jon's and Marianne's parents are into a type of nonmonagamy. My imagination is working overtime!! I do envy your life with Gigi.
Rascal
I'm now wondering if, in addition to their already unusual marriages, if Jon's and Marianne's parents are into a type of nonmonagamy. My imagination is working overtime!! I do envy your life with Gigi. Rascal
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I googled an inside joke, and the answer was a thing that UD (urban dictionary) would reject.
Am I being thick here or is it because we have Google UK
Am I being thick here or is it because we have Google UK
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Do you sometimes find answering Jim and Mary's questions about Beau and and Sherry's
HW sexual proclivities a bit awkward? knowing you are averse to lying.
HW sexual proclivities a bit awkward? knowing you are averse to lying.
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afagehi7
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An in-joke, also known as an inside joke or a private joke, is a joke whose humour is understandable only to members of an ingroup, that is, people who are in a particular social group, occupation, or other community of shared interest.
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samlowen
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I don’t recall Des getting to sleep with three different women inside of one month before. Is this a new record?
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Well that is what I understood it to mean, but I thought Des was implying it had a sexual meaning.
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rascalnvixen
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Don't worry Lads! I'm not sure what that was intended to say. Gigi's comment on telling inside jokes went over my head as well. Solstice, I had the same thought but when I Googled it, it was the same definition that I always knew, no hidden info that I wasn't aware of. Maybe we will get an explanation.
Rascal
Rascal
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Okay... The joke is that people are urged to stay "inside." not go to places where large numbers of people gather. So the point of the joke that an "inside joke" has nothing to do with the quarantine.
For a while, a few people were afraid to go into the bank where the CFO, my wife, and all the others there work. So, perhaps that joke was easier to understand at her workplace. "Inside jokes" are common in banks, law offices, hospitals, my profession, etc.; and the definition is that sort of joke is understood mostly by people who work in those industries.
For a while, a few people were afraid to go into the bank where the CFO, my wife, and all the others there work. So, perhaps that joke was easier to understand at her workplace. "Inside jokes" are common in banks, law offices, hospitals, my profession, etc.; and the definition is that sort of joke is understood mostly by people who work in those industries.
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rascalnvixen
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Ok, I guess I can see that, with the explanation. But even the great Rodney Dangerfield had one liners that fell flat!! I've never felt any of her jokes ever fell flat, till now. I sure hope her boobs weren't paying attention to the joke going flat!! Wouldn't want them to get any ideas! Yeah, well, I'm not Rodney either!!! Thanks for the explanation, Des!!
Rascal
I sure hope her boobs weren't paying attention to the joke going flat!! Wouldn't want them to get any ideas! Yeah, well, I'm not Rodney either!!! Thanks for the explanation, Des!!Rascal
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It’s been a stirring early evening but isn’t yet over. It may be difficult to restrain from overstating my reaction, so this may seem over the top. On my second time in the room as my wife’s boss fucked her, I was uncommonly aroused.
My wife and her boss are fucking in our bedroom as I write this. But with the relatively new soundproof wall separating our bedroom from this computer room, I’m consigned to watch my desktop screen connected to our bedroom surveillance cams. I sort of miss those “live” sighs and moans I once heard through the wall but can still observe his big dick happily filling her pussy.
Late this afternoon, they drove separately to attend a banking customer’s holiday party and, after an hour at the gathering, drove to our home. The party was reportedly somewhat different than in past years with social distancing, face masks, and hand sanitizer every few feet apart. Before she left for the party, I was naked as I helped her dress after she got out of the shower. She wore her white, knee-length dress and white, two-inch heels; and, although somewhat conservative, she looked elegantly alluring as she drove away. While they were at the customer’s home, I went out for a fast-food takeout. She phoned to say she was leaving the party a few minutes before he did to avoid suspicions and he should be at our place soon after she arrived home.
I asked if I was to be invited to be in the same room again; she laughed and said it was fun watching you jerk off to us the last (and only other), so I assumed that was a “Yes.” She arrived home in about a half-hour.
When changing from her dress to a robe and sandals, she told me that while at the party her boss told her the bank’s chairwoman phoned him earlier at the bank. She said a competing bank’s chairman phoned her as a courtesy to say they will be approaching Gigi for an offer to become that branch bank’s president and wanted to warn her before. The chairwoman said the Board wants my wife to remain with their bank for her entire career but wish to know her intentions. Gigi told him there’s no amount of money that would cause her to change. She has saved and invested almost all her net salary since she began working at the bank, so whatever she is offered in money and perks won’t tempt her to accept the offer.
When her boss arrived at our home some thirty minutes after Gigi, she was attired in nothing more than her short, green oriental robe and sandals. They kissed deeply and I hung his coat in our living room closet.
I followed them to our bedroom, took off my clothes, and pulled a handkerchief from my slacks’ pocket as he shed his suit, shirt, and tie. He crawled onto our bed alongside my wife and her eyes seemed solely affixed on his large dick. Her body shivered as she reached for his cock. She stroked her fist up and down his long dick and looked straight at me as I knelt on the floor, alongside the bed. She smiled triumphantly as if displaying a trophy and said to me, “It’s very nice, isn’t it.” I nodded agreeably and she added, “It’s so tight inside my pussy.” He grinned in response to her stroking his stalk.
But her demeanor changed when he parted her legs and crawled atop her. Again, as I had once before observed, her expression displayed a frightened response as his broad cockhead was about to enter her opening. Her lips parted as if shocked and her countenance seemed to lose its color. Observing the length and breadth of his dimensions up so closely had a similar effect on me. Although he has been fucking her for more than three years, I could empathize with her distress. I find his purplish dickhead and full dimensions are is as impressive to me as my wife finds it fearsome until fully embedded in her cunt.
She whimpered as his mammoth cock parted the mouth of her cunt and slowly worked the path through her cuntal walls. Again as before, her momentary facial expression of terror returned as she stared at his thick cock penetrating her opening. As much as she takes pleasure in his fucking her, she cannot get past the initial shock of his shaft. She shuddered and bemoaned, “Oh! Oh goddd!” as his first few inches breached her cavity. I’m always excited when another man fucks her; but her momentary, panicked dread sent me into orbit. I was hard as a mountain boulder while kneeling alongside the bed. In the midst of their mutual sexual heat, I couldn’t then resist stroking as I watched.
Once his first three or four inches were firmly implanted, her vaginal walls expanded sufficiently to tolerate his dimensions. A moment’s sense of calm washed over her. He thrust decidedly and she cried out, “Yes, it’s good!” She then threw herself fully into it with intensified lust. She enfolded her legs tightly about his waist and locked her ankles at his back. Her eyes grew wide, squared, and feral as she watched him work his magic. Her face and neck reddened like a chili pepper and she squealed in pleasure.
Watching them so deeply engaged in craven lust is truly daunting. His attention was totally on my wife as was hers onto him. Then fucking madly, the two united like hotly alloyed elements in body, mind, and soul. Each seemed to no longer notice I was kneeling and frantically jerking off as I watched. I loved it and wanted to cry out, “You’re fucking her so fine,” but realized my tone would then have been a whimper and distraction. My ordinary six inches cannot compare to what he was giving her; and I loved the privilege of observing and scrutinizing every detail as the two fucked in crazed unison.
Within no more than two minutes, I gasped as I was about to cum and covered my cockhead with the handkerchief. My semen jetted into the folds and I rolled feebly aside onto the floor. The orgasm caused my dick to become flaccid. My mind and body felt wilted and drained. For a moment as I lay there on my side, I felt pathetic. I stood, wobbling on weakened knees, and said in a quavering tone, “I’ll leave you two alone. Thank you for allowing me here awhile.” He nodded a silent acknowledgment, flipped my wife to her knees, and reentered her cunt from behind. I didn’t really like that wimpy feeling but seemingly had no power over my response to what I had witnessed. She yelped excitedly at his sudden thrusts. Gripping the bed’s headboard, she muttered either to him or to me, or maybe to both of us, “I love you.” Walking out, I closed the bedroom door behind me. I leaned against the hallway wall a minute or so to regain my breath. I was done for the night.
He had told us upon his arrival he would need to leave for home tonight at eight, but my computer’s view of our bedroom surveillance cams show they’re still fucking. He wants to spend as much of the holidays with his family for the reason his son and daughter have pleaded to their parents to be transferred to an out-of-town, middle-school military academy in January. Thereafter, their parents will be visiting their kids two or three times monthly on weekends.
I think she just climaxed but that hasn’t slowed him. They have been at it about forty minutes. Like her young fuckbuddy Beau, his stamina and lasting power exceed mine. As much as she and I enjoy having sex, those two men have been an eminent advantage in strengthening our marital relationship. She gets all she needs and desires and their contributions have enhanced our marriage.
I doubt I will be able to get it up to fuck her after he leaves tonight. Often, when I have soon before ejaculated, she gives me oral sex as consolation for my temporary incapacity. On one occasion a few years back when another man had just left our home after fucking her, she turned to me, glanced down to my limp dick, and said, “Kiss me, Masturbator, then I’ll give you a blowjob.” Because I have tonight observed her and Mr. B. fucking, she won’t need to tell me how “great” or whatever it was for her; but I love the intimate times we have together after another dick has impaled her.
She tells me each time she has sex with Beau or her boss is as exciting as the first time each fucked her. But it’s different with her boss. She is persistently fearful before his huge python enters her tight cunt; but she has told me that when they are fucking, the sex with her boss doesn’t get any better for her than that. He has told her it’s the same for him. Whether either he or Beau is filling her needs, I am thankful for the hot thrill either gives her. That works both ways; each of them has often thanked me for sharing her body.
Perhaps I instead should be thanking them. I’m probably as excited at those times as my wife and they, and tonight is no exception. We have learned from experience, there’s always an expiration date in any hotwife relationship; but I, my wife, and her guys hope their liaisons at least continue for “years to cum.”
And I just noticed on the screen, he’s finally cumming. If I perceive her response correctly from the computer screen’s image, she looks excited about that. I’m going to the bath closet to get a towel to wrap around my waist and await them to come out of the bedroom. This has been as good a night for me as for them.
~ Des
My wife and her boss are fucking in our bedroom as I write this. But with the relatively new soundproof wall separating our bedroom from this computer room, I’m consigned to watch my desktop screen connected to our bedroom surveillance cams. I sort of miss those “live” sighs and moans I once heard through the wall but can still observe his big dick happily filling her pussy.
Late this afternoon, they drove separately to attend a banking customer’s holiday party and, after an hour at the gathering, drove to our home. The party was reportedly somewhat different than in past years with social distancing, face masks, and hand sanitizer every few feet apart. Before she left for the party, I was naked as I helped her dress after she got out of the shower. She wore her white, knee-length dress and white, two-inch heels; and, although somewhat conservative, she looked elegantly alluring as she drove away. While they were at the customer’s home, I went out for a fast-food takeout. She phoned to say she was leaving the party a few minutes before he did to avoid suspicions and he should be at our place soon after she arrived home.
I asked if I was to be invited to be in the same room again; she laughed and said it was fun watching you jerk off to us the last (and only other), so I assumed that was a “Yes.” She arrived home in about a half-hour.
When changing from her dress to a robe and sandals, she told me that while at the party her boss told her the bank’s chairwoman phoned him earlier at the bank. She said a competing bank’s chairman phoned her as a courtesy to say they will be approaching Gigi for an offer to become that branch bank’s president and wanted to warn her before. The chairwoman said the Board wants my wife to remain with their bank for her entire career but wish to know her intentions. Gigi told him there’s no amount of money that would cause her to change. She has saved and invested almost all her net salary since she began working at the bank, so whatever she is offered in money and perks won’t tempt her to accept the offer.
When her boss arrived at our home some thirty minutes after Gigi, she was attired in nothing more than her short, green oriental robe and sandals. They kissed deeply and I hung his coat in our living room closet.
I followed them to our bedroom, took off my clothes, and pulled a handkerchief from my slacks’ pocket as he shed his suit, shirt, and tie. He crawled onto our bed alongside my wife and her eyes seemed solely affixed on his large dick. Her body shivered as she reached for his cock. She stroked her fist up and down his long dick and looked straight at me as I knelt on the floor, alongside the bed. She smiled triumphantly as if displaying a trophy and said to me, “It’s very nice, isn’t it.” I nodded agreeably and she added, “It’s so tight inside my pussy.” He grinned in response to her stroking his stalk.
But her demeanor changed when he parted her legs and crawled atop her. Again, as I had once before observed, her expression displayed a frightened response as his broad cockhead was about to enter her opening. Her lips parted as if shocked and her countenance seemed to lose its color. Observing the length and breadth of his dimensions up so closely had a similar effect on me. Although he has been fucking her for more than three years, I could empathize with her distress. I find his purplish dickhead and full dimensions are is as impressive to me as my wife finds it fearsome until fully embedded in her cunt.
She whimpered as his mammoth cock parted the mouth of her cunt and slowly worked the path through her cuntal walls. Again as before, her momentary facial expression of terror returned as she stared at his thick cock penetrating her opening. As much as she takes pleasure in his fucking her, she cannot get past the initial shock of his shaft. She shuddered and bemoaned, “Oh! Oh goddd!” as his first few inches breached her cavity. I’m always excited when another man fucks her; but her momentary, panicked dread sent me into orbit. I was hard as a mountain boulder while kneeling alongside the bed. In the midst of their mutual sexual heat, I couldn’t then resist stroking as I watched.
Once his first three or four inches were firmly implanted, her vaginal walls expanded sufficiently to tolerate his dimensions. A moment’s sense of calm washed over her. He thrust decidedly and she cried out, “Yes, it’s good!” She then threw herself fully into it with intensified lust. She enfolded her legs tightly about his waist and locked her ankles at his back. Her eyes grew wide, squared, and feral as she watched him work his magic. Her face and neck reddened like a chili pepper and she squealed in pleasure.
Watching them so deeply engaged in craven lust is truly daunting. His attention was totally on my wife as was hers onto him. Then fucking madly, the two united like hotly alloyed elements in body, mind, and soul. Each seemed to no longer notice I was kneeling and frantically jerking off as I watched. I loved it and wanted to cry out, “You’re fucking her so fine,” but realized my tone would then have been a whimper and distraction. My ordinary six inches cannot compare to what he was giving her; and I loved the privilege of observing and scrutinizing every detail as the two fucked in crazed unison.
Within no more than two minutes, I gasped as I was about to cum and covered my cockhead with the handkerchief. My semen jetted into the folds and I rolled feebly aside onto the floor. The orgasm caused my dick to become flaccid. My mind and body felt wilted and drained. For a moment as I lay there on my side, I felt pathetic. I stood, wobbling on weakened knees, and said in a quavering tone, “I’ll leave you two alone. Thank you for allowing me here awhile.” He nodded a silent acknowledgment, flipped my wife to her knees, and reentered her cunt from behind. I didn’t really like that wimpy feeling but seemingly had no power over my response to what I had witnessed. She yelped excitedly at his sudden thrusts. Gripping the bed’s headboard, she muttered either to him or to me, or maybe to both of us, “I love you.” Walking out, I closed the bedroom door behind me. I leaned against the hallway wall a minute or so to regain my breath. I was done for the night.
He had told us upon his arrival he would need to leave for home tonight at eight, but my computer’s view of our bedroom surveillance cams show they’re still fucking. He wants to spend as much of the holidays with his family for the reason his son and daughter have pleaded to their parents to be transferred to an out-of-town, middle-school military academy in January. Thereafter, their parents will be visiting their kids two or three times monthly on weekends.
I think she just climaxed but that hasn’t slowed him. They have been at it about forty minutes. Like her young fuckbuddy Beau, his stamina and lasting power exceed mine. As much as she and I enjoy having sex, those two men have been an eminent advantage in strengthening our marital relationship. She gets all she needs and desires and their contributions have enhanced our marriage.
I doubt I will be able to get it up to fuck her after he leaves tonight. Often, when I have soon before ejaculated, she gives me oral sex as consolation for my temporary incapacity. On one occasion a few years back when another man had just left our home after fucking her, she turned to me, glanced down to my limp dick, and said, “Kiss me, Masturbator, then I’ll give you a blowjob.” Because I have tonight observed her and Mr. B. fucking, she won’t need to tell me how “great” or whatever it was for her; but I love the intimate times we have together after another dick has impaled her.
She tells me each time she has sex with Beau or her boss is as exciting as the first time each fucked her. But it’s different with her boss. She is persistently fearful before his huge python enters her tight cunt; but she has told me that when they are fucking, the sex with her boss doesn’t get any better for her than that. He has told her it’s the same for him. Whether either he or Beau is filling her needs, I am thankful for the hot thrill either gives her. That works both ways; each of them has often thanked me for sharing her body.
Perhaps I instead should be thanking them. I’m probably as excited at those times as my wife and they, and tonight is no exception. We have learned from experience, there’s always an expiration date in any hotwife relationship; but I, my wife, and her guys hope their liaisons at least continue for “years to cum.”
And I just noticed on the screen, he’s finally cumming. If I perceive her response correctly from the computer screen’s image, she looks excited about that. I’m going to the bath closet to get a towel to wrap around my waist and await them to come out of the bedroom. This has been as good a night for me as for them.
~ Des
Last edited by Des 31 on Thu Dec 24, 2020 3:46 am, edited 1 time in total.
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
What a HOT tale, Des!! Just simply very very hot!!! You really do communicate the emotions you feel as well as those of Gigi with amazing clarity. I almost feel like I was right there with you observing them fucking and you watching. Great update!!!!
Rascal
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Awesome update Des, I love your descriptions of Gigi Fucking her Boss. I can not even imagine (although I have many times) watching my wife fuck another as passionately as Gigi. I love the feelings you share as well. Merry Christmas to you both... Cheers
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SuperHardYEG1
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Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Hey Des,
After sitting down for 3 days and read your entire thread, I find myself moved enough to post a few things here for you and Gigi.
1) Thank you for sharing your wife and more importantly sharing your stories here. Thank you for your mastery of the English language (and for those doubters, thank you for using a voice recorder to assist with recounting Gigi'stories)
2) I have gained a lot of insight from your writings here, I have spent a lot of time with several couples over the years, I also developed friendships with all of them, that being said I've never been given the inside "workings" like you have offered here.
3) I hope you continue to share, you say you aren't bothered by the doubters and negative people, but I get the sense that sometimes it gets to you a bit, stay strong!
PS - I really liked the "inside joke", maybe it's an office related thing, maybe it's just a North American culture thing.
Also wanted to give you this, with all of the "extra" hobbies and learning Gigi does, you may want to include in your next social gathering how proud you are of your wife's "woodworking" I've read here how much she likes to be handy. Just another "inside joke"
Thanks again Randy
After sitting down for 3 days and read your entire thread, I find myself moved enough to post a few things here for you and Gigi.
1) Thank you for sharing your wife and more importantly sharing your stories here. Thank you for your mastery of the English language (and for those doubters, thank you for using a voice recorder to assist with recounting Gigi'stories)
2) I have gained a lot of insight from your writings here, I have spent a lot of time with several couples over the years, I also developed friendships with all of them, that being said I've never been given the inside "workings" like you have offered here.
3) I hope you continue to share, you say you aren't bothered by the doubters and negative people, but I get the sense that sometimes it gets to you a bit, stay strong!
PS - I really liked the "inside joke", maybe it's an office related thing, maybe it's just a North American culture thing.
Also wanted to give you this, with all of the "extra" hobbies and learning Gigi does, you may want to include in your next social gathering how proud you are of your wife's "woodworking" I've read here how much she likes to be handy. Just another "inside joke"
Thanks again Randy
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
SuperHard, "woodworking"!! That's funny!!!!! Rascal
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
He also worked "handy" in there.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
SuperHardYEG1 wrote: ↑Thu Dec 24, 2020 6:02 amHey Des,
After sitting down for 3 days and read your entire thread, I find myself moved enough to post a few things here for you and Gigi.
1) Thank you for sharing your wife and more importantly sharing your stories here. Thank you for your mastery of the English language (and for those doubters, thank you for using a voice recorder to assist with recounting Gigi'stories)
2) I have gained a lot of insight from your writings here, I have spent a lot of time with several couples over the years, I also developed friendships with all of them, that being said I've never been given the inside "workings" like you have offered here.
3) I hope you continue to share, you say you aren't bothered by the doubters and negative people, but I get the sense that sometimes it gets to you a bit, stay strong!
PS - I really liked the "inside joke", maybe it's an office-related thing, maybe it's just a North American culture thing.
Also wanted to give you this, with all of the "extra" hobbies and learning Gigi does, you may want to include in your next social gathering how proud you are of your wife's "woodworking" I've read here how much she likes to be handy. Just another "inside joke"
Thanks again Randy
Having read all this in three days, you should start War and Peace, which you should get through in two. Thanks for those comments. We're each home today and I just mentioned to my wife that "woodworking" comment. She howled and loves it, saying she can use that under some circumstances that come up. Perfect inside-joke and she has a good memory for gags.(And afagehi7 is right - she is good at being "handy." Her guys and I say those hands feel good on certain body parts.)
~ Des
Last edited by Des 31 on Thu Dec 24, 2020 7:51 am, edited 1 time in total.
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Let's hope Gigi does not become a vegetarian, I'm sure you would feel devastated if she refused to eat your meat, as an aside, in Scotland the act of fellatio, is called gobbling.
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des, the avatar.. she's breathtaking. She's a perfect specimen of the female form. I don't think I've ever seen a better body. If I were you I would have a hard time not staring at her. Wow... Just incredible.
And to see that perfect body with lust in her face as she takes a 8.5 inch cock balls deep... I'd be spurting into a handkerchief too...
Wow.
And to see that perfect body with lust in her face as she takes a 8.5 inch cock balls deep... I'd be spurting into a handkerchief too...
Wow.