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by Des 31 » Sat Feb 06, 2021 2:43 pm
I was out of town a couple of days last week. I have some updates but first some explanation is in order to avoid another PM or post complaining that my wife seems to show others more attention than me.
An occasional question appears at this website about whether a wife can “quit” being a hotwife if her husband wishes her to do so. My wife says it would be difficult, but apparently it’s even more difficult for a husband to ask her to stop having sex with other men. Yet, I don’t recall encountering the inverse of that question, “How difficult would it be for the husband?”
A popular book, available at Amazon and elsewhere is Insatiable Wives: Women Who Stray and the Men Who Love Them by clinical psychologist and author David J. Ley. Among the more intriguing observations is that, once a wife has been having sex with other men a while and with her husband’s approval, their husbands begin to undergo permanent brain changes. My personal experience seems to affirm that. Within our marriage, I have come to feel others fucking my wife is literally a need for me, not some sensual desire I can easily cast off.
Not long ago, a member expressed disagreement when I mentioned my wife’s “need.” he pointed out that extramarital sex is a desire rather than a “need” like food, shelter, and clothing. I agreed but didn’t then know the physiological and psychological end product upon hotwives’ husbands. I realized I felt that way but had no idea about the reason; I thought it was “just me.” I’m sure I would request she discontinue her varied relationships if I found it was damaging our marriage in some way, but that hasn’t been a problem for either of us.
Because her sexual adventures have now become what each of us consider our normal way of life, perhaps our brains are permanently wired that way. I would accept her wish if she were to change her mind but have no doubt that I would miss what we now have for years to come. I don’t know with certainty whether many other husbands with active hotwives think that way but suspect it’s intuitively common. If so, those here who call themselves wannabes might with to think hard before asking their wives to consider it as so many of us have. I only know it works for the two of us, and neither of us would change a thing if we had it to do all over again.
At one time, I chronicled here I once suspected my wife of sexual addiction when she was relatively new at this. Dr. Ley penned another book, “The Myth of Sex Addiction,” in which he pointed out that pop-psychology expression has no scientific basis. No such addiction exists. It’s true that many have emotional disorders they believe are temporarily resolved by having sex. But “sexual addiction,” as often referred to by guest celebrities in TV interviews, isn’t the cause of their disorders.
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I left on assignment Tuesday night with the intention of returning Saturday morning but finished up my work with the clients Thursday around noon and rescheduled my flight home. I phoned my wife from the departure airport to let her know that evening but received no answer and rented a car overnight upon arrival. When I opened the gate to pull into our driveway, I noticed all lights in our home were out. That indicated any one of three possibilities - Gigi wasn’t home, she went to bed early, or was in bed with someone. Assuming either of the latter two was more likely, and to avoid disturbing whichever might be going on, I didn’t open garage door. Instead I pulled in alongside the stone wall surrounding our home and quietly entered our front door.
With my keychain’s mini-flash-light, I made my way through house but found no one in any room. I was about to turn on the kitchen light when I heard my wife moaning, “Uh huh! Uh huh!” from the garage, and the door to the garage wasn’t entirely closed. I pushed it further open. The only lighting was that of the red indicator lights emitted by each of the wall-mounted heaters at each side of the garage.
Assuming they were fucking, I remained out of sight alongside our water heater. Her excited tone continued but all I first spotted was her car and her 22-year old fuckbuddy Beau’s old Honda where I normally park. He has owned that car since she first met him at a night class three years ago and it was aging then. He recently told my wife he was ready to trade for a new model but she instead convinced him of the financial advantages of having it repainted its original color and drive it a couple more years. He’s a good amateur mechanic and keeps its engine and parts in cherry condition.
Peering around the water heater, I saw her sitting atop the nearest side of her car’s hood and Beau standing at the wheel cover as he pummeled her cunt. He was naked. My wife wore only her pajama top; her pj bottoms lay atop our washing machine. Murmuring fevered utterances, she stared at his face as he fucked her in rapid thrusts. Neither noticed me at the water heater alongside the doorway.
Gigi stroked her clitoris with a finger. She whimpered, “Oh yeah, you fuck so good.” He slowed his cadence, rotating his hips a moment and then speedily jack-hammered her. Mostly hidden, I unzipped my fly, pulled out my dick and stroked. I leaned my back to the wall to avoid being spotted by either and jerked off to their sighs and moans.
He muttered, “It’s so good.” I was about to spurt at the moment she let out a fervent squeal, “Oh fuck yeah! I’m cumming again!” The rapid sound of his flesh slapping her soon subsided and he groaned as his seed evidently jetted in to her cuntal cavity. After a moment’s silence from beyond the water heater, my semen gushed into my handkerchief.
I silently closed the door, turned on the living room lights and waited in a living room chair for them to come out of the garage. As the door opened, I blurted out in my friendliest loud voice, “Honey, I’m home.” Surprised, she yelped, “Yikes,” and held her hand over her mouth. Beau immediately followed her through the door as all of us laughed at my unexpected intrusion.
Gigi walked around the bar separating our living room and kitchen and leaned her elbows back onto the bar. Her pj bottoms were draped over a shoulder and she was bare from the waist down. Beau stood alongside her. She explained she had encountered him on the elevator to the first floor at the end of the workday. She told him I was out of town through Saturday morning. His fiance Sherry is out of state two weeks for a training session. She invited him to spend the night and he followed her home. They had been in bed a half hour or more before Beau was again fucking her atop her car. I told them had I known those circumstances, I would have stayed at the hotel another night; but the timing had not allowed neither of us to notify the other. Gigi intended to phone me at the hotel when they came in from the garage.
Beau said now that I was here, he would leave. I insisted they do what they had planned and I had no problem with him and her having the night together. Gigi grinned and said to me, “I promise to make it up to you tomorrow - and all weekend.” I expected them to go straight to the bedroom; instead we talked for a half hour in our living room. Gigi mixed drinks and they sat on the couch as I sat in a chair across from them.
My wife turned to kiss him on the lips. He turned onto his back and lay the back of his head on her lap. She looked down at him, smiled, and whispered, “Ohhh! Do you want to nurse on mommy’s tits?” He softly stuttered, “Y-Y-Yes.” Gigi leaned forward and held a hand beneath a breast. His lips closed over the nipple. She rolled her eyes up to me a moment and nodded toward the lamp. I got the message. I plugged in a night light into a socket and turned off the lamp as his mouth devoured a breast. His dick began to swell as he moaned and sucked.
She has told me they sometimes roleplay mom and son. When they first began fucking at the time he was a 19-year-old student, he occasionally called her “Mom” while having sex. Now, that game reoccurs intermittently. Stroking his face, she whispered, “Mommy knows you like this. I feel the same what when I’m sucking your cock.” He moaned, “Mmmm!” and eagerly gulped the fullness of her breast. I was fascinated with the scene and could imagine the thrill of his young mouth on my wife’s soft tit.
My cock stiffened as I curled my hand around its circumference. As I pumped, my rod ballooned to full staff. This seemed to go on for a long time but I couldn’t again cum. Gigi reached to gently stroke Beau’s pole. He switched breasts and enthusiastically sucked. My wife’s jaw gaped and she moaned noisily in excitation. She said, “Oh please, fuck me.” He knelt, urged her back to the couch, and kissed her fully on the mouth. He grasped his cock and guided it to her opening. She let a shrill squeal as his dickhead parted her pussy’s lips.
His stalk sank fully into her cavity and her legs wrapped around his waist. He thrust slowly for a moment, then fucked her rapidly. She screamed joyfully. He groaned in response. At that moment, I didn’t think either remembered I was still in the room. I wanted to remark how thrilling all this was but bit my lip and instead watched in wound-up voyeurism. I went on jacking off as I got up from the chair and made my way to the hallway where I stared quietly. She won’t admit it, but it seems to me that another guy fucking my wife must surely be more exciting than if I had instead fucked her when I arrived home. After all, I’m the husband and he’s the “other guy” she doesn’t live with every day.
At the moment he moaned he was cumming, her heels kicked his buttocks, and she wailed, “Oh fucking yes! Cum inside me.” He let out an “Ahh!” and his seed jetted into her cunt. Each took in a deep breath as he dismounted. She said, “That was so good,” and turning to me, she said, “Your showing up unexpectedly made it even better.”
Not wanting to alter their plans, I said I was glad about that and I would sleep in the guest room. Gigi responded that wasn’t necessary, that I could join them; but I insisted and headed for the guest room. I waited at the bedroom door until the two entered our master bedroom. She left the door half open, perhaps as an invitation should I want to join them later. Hearing no sounds from them, I assumed they had gone to sleep.
I was awakened sometime later that night or early morning by my wife’s moans of “Oh! Oh!” I crept to their bedroom door and peered in. Beau was going down on her. Her fingers dug into his thick hair. Her body shuddered at his tongue’s manipulations until she cried out, “I’m cumming.” He looked up as she turned to her knees and braced her hands against a pillow.
Beau entered her cunt from behind. He said in a low tone, “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” He thrust rapidly in staccato motion. She whined, “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck it.” I returned to the guest bedroom, laid in bed and stroked as they fucked. I think the two were at it about fifteen minutes until he groaned in evident orgasm. I wanted to cum again, but I was done for the night.
I was up at our usual five-thirty, but when I walked into the kitchen, Gigi had already prepared a breakfast of eggs, toast, and turkey bacon and was setting the table for Beau and me. Beau reached to shake my hand and offered, “Morning, Bro.” Gigi kissed me as I sat down at the kitchen table. They sat across from me on the bench as we ate. He said he would need to leave for class in a half-hour. He is taking classes two nights a week and Saturdays working on his master’s degree in accounting. He thinks that by attending that many classes and going summers he could finish up at the end of next year.
Gigi said she is thinking of taking an adult night class in astronomy the university is offering when the next quarter begins. There’s no credit given for those classes, but the subject interests her. As a kid, one of her hobbies was scanning the night sky with her telescope. She had previously taken a class in the subject but says this one is a bit more advanced. I suggested that, if she wants, we could go out this weekend to a big box store near us and look at telescopes. Her eyes brightened and said, “Yeah, I would love that.”
Beau soon dressed and left. She and I showered, dressed and went to work but left our places after lunch, took the day off and came home.
We went to bed had sex. We went out for an early lunch. As we were eating, her enthusiasm about getting a telescope became more evident. I suggested that instead of shopping at the big box store we could go to the mall’s optics store Monday night to see what they have in telescopes. She liked that. We worked on office projects the rest of the day and Saturday.
This morning, we went to church and have since stayed home, talking and doing household chores. We haven’t made any other plans for the coming week, but she said her boss wants her to stay at the office late Wednesday when they will prepare a presentation for the board meeting Thursday night.
I inquired, “And sex at the office after that?” She laughed and said, “Maybe, but that wasn’t mentioned.” At times in the past, he has fucked her on his office couch, his desk, and her desk in her adjoining office. So I think I know how that will turn out.
A couple of board members have before commented the two work remarkably well together. I sometimes think, “If they only knew why.”
~ Des
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Des 31 on Sun Feb 07, 2021 10:37 am, edited 2 times in total.
I didn't know if you had been eating Gigi's hot pussy the entire time since you returned!! Although I'm sure that is not a bad thing to consider as I'm sure it is quite sweet. I think having so many different cum cocktails mixed her hot cunt keeps it tasting very sweet each time you dive in!! About jerking in the garage doorway while they fucked, I would have just let the cum shoot out onto the garage floor right in front of the door so that they would have stepped in it on their way out, and wondered what is that? They would have no idea you were home and it could have been interesting to watch and listen to them try to figure it out. After all, I think that would have been a cool way to let Gigi know you were home.