Des 31 wrote: ↑Wed Jan 13, 2021 5:39 pm
I’m back. I dropped off Mary at their place and arrived home about an hour ago.
The meeting with the firm’s client across the state line was pushed up by a day to Tuesday, so I picked up Mary at the home of her and her and my wife’s boss at 11:00 a.m. Monday and we at the hotel by 12:20 that afternoon. As Mary had suggested, my wife and her boss fucked that night at our place. He brought a change of clothes and whatever else he needed, and the two of them left for work Tuesday morning from our home. Mary and I phoned Gigi and him from our hotel around seven and Gigi put our landline on speaker for both to talk. Our conversation didn’t center on sex but instead how our day had gone, and each seemed cheerful, as if they had no concern about his wife and me spending the night away.
We exchanged four-way expressions of “I love you” before the call ended. I suppressed a smile when her husband was especially effusive saying that to his wife. I’m sure he had some anxiety over Mary being away with me in a hotel and wanted her to know he really, really cares about her. That feeling seems to be common among men whose wives are newly having sex alone with another man. I had similar anxieties and doubts at the outset of our wife-sharing agreement. I think I had more reason at the time than he now does in that I wasn’t then allowed to have sex with another woman. My wife’s loosening up a bit on that restriction is relatively new to me. Even with trust and good communication between spouses, it takes some time for most of us to adjust to that.
When we hung up the phone, Mary said, “I’m sure the reason there was no tone in his voice to indicate concern was because his mind was on them having sex as soon as you ended the call. Sex is usually more exciting with a woman a man to who he isn’t married.” I grinned and said that’s a comment Gigi and I often express when having sex. She said it’s the same with them but it’s more exciting when he’s fucking her and he’s telling Mary about his sexual activities with my wife, so it works both ways. Neither of us had before talked about that advantage to our spouse’s sexual connection but I was hard and entered her opening as we shared our similar marital experiences.
She commented that he found with your wife that sex is even more thrilling with a married woman. She added, “And now that I’m having sex with a married man, I can understand why.” She admitted to me a brief affair with a younger single man when they lived in South Carolina and ultimately confessed that to him. He was pissed but felt he got even by screwing a younger single woman he had met at a competing bank. She didn’t get angry over his confession but instead laughed when he told her. Neither had sex with anyone else since that time until he and my wife began fucking at Mary’s encouragement; it wasn’t long after she gave her approval that my wife, not knowing about their agreement, followed up by coming on to him a day when the two were alone in his office.
After we had arrived and checked in, we had lunch in the hotel’s dining room, then went back to our eighth-floor room. My tool had swelled to full staff as we came up on the elevator and she looked down to my groin and smiled but said nothing about it. I kissed her deeply the moment I closed the door behind us. Our clothes fell away., She lay on her back onto on the bed and said, “Being away from home with you is something I’ve imagined for the past year. I didn’t really think it would come about.” Neither had I. Had her husband not fallen asleep after fucking Gigi the previous week and subsequently was late getting home, this probably would not have happened; Mary pretty much laid down her terms as something like revenge to him but suggested his advantage of spending the night with my wife would be adequate compensation.
I walked to stand alongside the bed and she reached for my rigid cock and took it fully into her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly over its length and her tongue rolled about my dickhead and my dick’s outer flesh. I moaned at her oral manipulation until she released it and said, “I’ve waited so long for this. Fuck me.” I declined to mention this in past writings here, but she and I have had sex twice before.
Neither of us admitted the first time to our spouses, who had given the limited approval of our being naked and exchanging oral sex when Mary and I were together while he and my wife were having sex. But we each confessed. Gigi took it somewhat well, but Mary’s husband had some difficulty processing that. Mary explained to me that he feared she and I would fall in love and that would be a threat to their marriage. I had thought that to be strange in that his relationship with Gigi should have served as an example, but he had difficulty relating that to his wife and me. She expressed her view that this night and their follow-up discussion would solve that problem and her opinion persuaded me that made sense.
But this time wasn’t the same as those previous occasions. Being away and together is different from fucking her in our guest room while our spouses are having sex in another. I parted her legs and went down on her. My tongue lashed her clitoris. Her hips gyrated and she she cried out in whimpers and sighs. Placing her ankles onto my shoulders, she whispered, “Oh my god, it’s wonderful.” I knelt between her thighs and she watched as I guided my dickhead to the opening of her cunt. Her body shimmied as my cock inched through her cavity and she murmured, “Mmmhmm! Mmmhimm! Oh yes! Fuck it. I’m all yours tonight.”
I thrust into her, slowly speeding up, and she wailed as my cock pumped through her cunt with staccato rapidity. In the heat of the moment, it was as if I were fucking her for the first time. Her hips rotated in response, excitedly grinding against my pelvic bone. She breathed, “Oh fuck yes.” She whined that she understood why her husband was more aroused when with my wife but now can say the same for herself. So could I. We love our spouses, but the difference with another married partner reignites the passion we somewhat remembered from our earlier days of marriage. My mind swirled with the realization that my wife was to be fucked hard at our home later that evening and would experience the same searing thrills as his wife and I.
I turned her about to her knees and she gripped the bed’s headboard. Her head swiveled about to watch as my rock-hard dick entered her cunt from behind. I moaned as I slid easily into her warmly lubricated channel. She turned her head to the wall ahead and cried out in a passion that seemed to come out of her throat as a flame. Her hips gyrated and she massaged her clitoris with a finger as I slammed into her. She screamed in a shuddering climax.
She wept as I plowed on in hurried thrusts and realizing I was soon to ejaculate. Her body tremored and, sobbing, she whimpered, “Yes, yes, it’s so good.” My semen rocketed through my shaft and spewed into her cavity. I announced I was cumming with an extended groan and she outcried, “I love it! I fucking love it!”
We lay snuggled in bed and taking an hour, then dressed and took the elevator down to walk through town. We stopped at a department store as she admired a scarf in the store window, and said, “I want that.” She purchased it, had it bagged, and we went to lunch at a diner halfway between the store and the hotel.
Back in our room, we fucked again, had dinner downstairs, and fucked again before falling asleep. I was up at my usual time of 5:30, showered and dressed for the 8:00 a.m. meeting at our client’s administrative office.
The meeting lasted no more than two and a half hours but the firm’s general manager mentioned one of the two company owners had intended to be here but was called away by an important customer. The owner had expressed his regret they had not held the meeting Wednesday as originally planned for the reason he had not previously met with me as had two others. I was hesitant but ultimately suggested I could stay another night if the owner wished. His manager called the man’s cell phone, asked about that option, and he told him he would prefer that if it were not too inconvenient for me. I called my office to tell our managing partner about the glitch and he agreed I should stay another night.
I assumed that wouldn’t set well with my wife, her boss and his wife; but, as it turned out, all were fine with the plan. Gigi told me on her cell phone from her office, “Of course, I’m inviting her husband back to our home for another night.” I sighed, turned to Mary alongside me in bed, and said, “They will be fucking too.” Gigi laughed at that and said, “Have fun, guys.”
The following morning with the client co-owner lasted until noon, longer than had the meeting with the others. He invited me to lunch with him and told me over steaks he owns the larger share of the company, one-percent more than his partner I talked with the previous morning. I called Mary to tell her I was to be delayed and she said she would have lunch at the hotel’s dining room.
At the restaurant, the man said he likes our firm’s work for his company and hasn’t had a moment’s doubt they would be using us permanently for their advertising and other work we produce for them. I guessed him to be in his mid-50s. He’s divorced and his frequent gazes at our waitress as she walked by caused me to suspect he dates more than a few women. I grinned as he again ogled the woman and said, “She looks rather nice, doesn’t she?” He responded with a chuckle and said, “She’s my type, but I change women around a lot.” He told a couple of risque jokes and I traded a few from Gigi’s seemingly-bottomless inventory of gags.
As we split after lunch, he said, “You’re my type of guy. I’m glad we had that talk.” As I was about to turn away to my car, he pulled out a business card and wrote his home phone number on the back. He said, “Don’t be a stranger. If you can get away from the office, try to come back here every few months. You and I could go out those nights to talk again,” and, hesitating a moment, added, “About women.” I laughed and promised I would do that. I enjoyed his company as well, but the value of the account is reason enough for me to get away now and then. Our managing partner watches our expenditures like a panther guarding her cubs, but he doesn’t have a problem with the costs of my travel and client relations. At a morning partners’ meeting upon my return to the office, I told them the owner’s wishes for my return visits every six or so months; my other partners shrugged it off, and the managing partner said, “That’s a good idea. I like happy clientele.” I intend to phone him at home about monthly for a private conversation.
I was back at the hotel by two o’clock and we were naked and in bed within minutes. She took my cock into her mouth and bobbed her head above my groin until I was cumming. She swallowed and said, “I didn’t mean to cause you to spurt but got carried away.” I smiled and said we had plenty of time with another night together. She said, “I know. I like that.”
We fucked an hour later anyway. My wife and her boss, Mary’s husband, will be at the bank’s monthly board meeting until about eight tonight, so we were in no hurry to leave. When she got out of bed, she pulled a dress from her bag and began to dress as she smiled and said, “Now I’m ready for Friday night. That too soon for a follow-up for you?”
I said, “Hardly soon enough.” Two and a half hours later, I dropped her off at their home. We will be with her and Gigi’s boss overnight Friday at their mountain cottage. We heard on the radio lot more snow piled up at the higher elevations, so the sight from their windows should be beautiful this weekend.
Gigi left a message on my cell phone just before she was to join the others at the board meeting. She said she and her boss won’t be going back to his office to fuck when it’s over this time, and she should be home in about an hour.
* * * * * I got this far a few minutes ago in posting this update when Gigi arrived home earlier than anticipated. I looked up from my laptop and asked if her boss was irked that his wife had spent the last two nights with me. She nodded what seemed a “yes.” turned to our Alexa device, and told it to play “A Bad Moon is on the Rise.”
Realizing her answer through that song was a joke, I laughed at the booming, doomsday lyrics. She grinned and said, “No, he’s fine with it. There will no ‘bad moon’ this weekend.”
So I turned back to this OHW update and am about to hit, “Submit.” If you read this far, thanks for putting up with all that.
~ Des
You are on a roll!! Great details. I have a question. Yes, just one! You have noted on several occasions that there have been three and four people on your marital bed at the same time, most of that time in spirited fucking. Just what size is your bed? I'm guessing that it is a king or a cali king bed. I don't see all of that action happening on a queen. I'm just trying to get a good visual on all the haps. Try not to jerk off or let Gigi handjob you this week too much, you have responsibilities on the mountain this coming Friday night!!! 
Must be some really good pussy!!!!!!!! 
