My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[Des 31]

Post by TangoKing4u » Sat Feb 06, 2021 10:10 pm
Telescopes vary wildly. My recommendation is to wait until getting into the class and finding out what you want to be able to do with it. A $500 telescope. isn't a good value if it takes a $1,000 telescope to do what you want to do. The class will undoubtedly provide guidance.
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by rascalnvixen » Sun Feb 07, 2021 12:54 am
Tango,

I agree about the waiting. She can also learn . . .


Good advice I hadn't considered. Just suggested that to her and she agrees.
~ Des

(Also responded in separate PM to TangoKing4U on his previous post but received a response from OHW "The requested users to be added do not exist.")

[solstice]

Des writes: 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.

You are able to bring something new to your telling of your HotWifing story, As Elisabeth Barret Browning wrote: "How do I fuck thee, let me count the ways", this may not be her exact words, but close enough, and Gigi's sexual exploits keep bringing something new to your thread.

[yielding william]

Great to see you back Des. What a wonderful surprise when you got home. Gigi and Beau are so great together and I know you sitting there watching Beau suckle those beautiful tits and then fucking her in front of you was amazing. That would be such an incredible sight. It was wonderful that Gigi invited you to join but I do understand how watching them would be very erotic as well. You guys have such a great relationship. I know I keep saying that over and over but I just don’t have the words to adequately describe how that must feel. I hope you guys have a great day and enjoy the Super Bowl. Cheers

With Des's update and Super Bowl on the same day made this a great Sunday. We should have had guests over to read aloud his update during half time.

[Sailon]

Wow, you guys sure have a lot of fun together. Thanks for telling us all about it. I will be marrying my long-time girlfriend this summer and we plan to have all kinds of fun, with all kinds of people ourselves.

[2inUPMichigan]

Welcome to OHW Sailon

And Congratulations on the upcoming wedding to your girlfriend this summer! ❤❤

[lookingiansa]

Desi

Hope all is well with you and Gigi. Been off of here hit and miss. Saw in your postings have Carparal Tunnel in wrists as a writer that would suck.

I was just remembering something about my wife when we fuck make love. Is that when she rides me cowgirl I hold on to one hip forcing her down as far as she can each thrust and lean her back as far as she can and take free hand rub thumb on her clit. She always cums on my cock squirts all over the bed. I'm just gifted with a thick and curved up dick that rubs her g-spot.

But there is a look of fear in her eyes right when she starts to cum. I've asked her that afterwards many times why this fear. And she says it feels so good almost too good to cum when it starts she afraid she might die. No shit.

I'm sure She would of left me years ago if not for being addicted to my dick lol. As you know nothing more satisfying to me than seeing her cum and eyes roll into the back of her head. Knowing I caused this fun for her.. Then getting off still fucking the hell out of her, until cumming myself to this sight.

That just reminded me of how you said Gigi feels a brief second of fear when Mr. B first enters her each time as you have written. Even though she craves his cock and him fucking her and has had it a bunch of times. There still that tinge of fear as it happens.

Mr. Lookingiansa

[Tracey52]

That is a tight arse. At least we know Des is still alive as long as that’s not Gigi walking out of his life. Very unlikely.

[Des 31]

It’s now been a while but on a few occasions my wife and I have met swingers at a local swingers lounge and compared our lives with theirs. A minor difference in the ways they live is that couples who are particularly active in that lifestyle recommend other couples to those they fuck. That doesn’t happen as often among men who have sex with married women. Most assume they are exclusive with hotwives. But it came about with us this past week.

Gigi didn’t get together with anyone else last Sunday because it was Valentines Day; she and I celebrated that together. But the following Monday was Presidents’ Day and the bank was closed for the day. I thought my wife might be fucking either of her two regular guys that day, but it didn’t work out that way. Her boss and his wife were out of town visiting their kids at their boarding school, and Beau and his fiancé were visiting their parents in their hometown for the weekend.

Instead, an event from the past had almost been forgotten by my wife. I also hadn’t thought about it for at least two years; but an unexpected phone call brought it back to our memories.

Late Tuesday afternoon, Gigi had just arrived home from work when our landline phone rang. I wasn’t yet home. The caller was an auto company executive who had been in our area twice long ago. Each of his two regional visits was essentially for public relations with a dealer in our city and another dealer about an hour away. He and my wife had sex at his hotel on the first occasion. On his second visit, he was accompanied by another corporate representative who held essentially the same position at the company’s home office. On that occasion, Gigi drove to their out-of-town hotel for an overnight threesome with the two men. Until this phone call, she had not since heard from either.

At first, my wife assumed he was calling to say he would soon be returning to our area. Instead, she was told he had been promoted and no longer travels as he once had. He asked if she would be interested in meeting a company representative who would be in town the following week. He had told the other rep about his having sex with my wife but hadn’t yet given him any identifiable information about her. He asked if she was still interested in meeting other men. She laughed and said, “I’m not an escort.” He apologized, saying he didn’t meant to imply that. The man who has taken his former position was described as having a nice personality, age 39, and rather good looking.

She had two concerns. She has a full work schedule this week. She needed to be at her best at work each day but also wished to ask me how I would feel about her being away a night with a man neither of us had met. But after hearing more about the man, she said, “Well, maybe. Don’t reveal my name or home phone to him. Give me his cell phone number and I’ll call him later tonight.” They carried on a casual conversation for another half hour.

When I arrived home, she was on the phone with the guy. He said he is to be in our city the following Monday and Tuesday with the local dealer, then drive to another an hour and a half away. If she were willing to meet him, he could be in town Friday and Saturday nights and they could have dinner at the hotel where he was to be staying.

Offering Gigi an emailed photo, he asked for her email. She gave him one of her two alternative email addresses, which she uses for any she doesn’t want ongoing messages. She brought me up to the minute about what had happened before I got home. I was still sitting alongside her at our desktop computer when his response popped up five minutes later. Gigi glanced at his attached pic, turned to me and said with a smile, “If he lived locally, he would be a keeper.” He described himself as 39, five-eleven and 170 lbs. Presumably balding, he had shaved his head and he is certainly a good looking guy.

Biting her lower lip as she considered all that, she turned to me and said, “Would you mind if I meet him Friday night?” We had made no plans. I said it seemed like an exciting date. She phoned him back immediately. He said he could be in town Friday afternoon. The hotel where he intended to stay those two nights is a half mile from the auto dealer and a mile south of the city limits. He told her the hotel where he would be staying and they agreed to meet at the hotel’s restaurant at six-thirty Friday evening. During their previous conversation, Gigi had affirmed she is married as he had been told by the guy who previously fucked her. He asked if her husband might be a problem. She turned to me, grinned and said to him, “No, he likes it.” I rolled my eyes as a signal I would have preferred she responded somewhat differently, but she went on talking. They made no plans other than having dinner together, but I knew, as did my wife, they would almost certainly be fucking that night.

Friday afternoon, my wife arrived home at 4:30. She was just out of the shower when I greeted her in the bath adjoining our bedroom. While applying lipstick, she asked me to pick out a dress and shoes from our closet. I selected her short white dress with the plunging neckline, white shoes and white purse. I laid those on the chair alongside our bed. She glanced aside at the outfit and said, “Good choices. Are you excited for me?” Yeah, I was. I told her their date had been on my mind all day at the office and added, “I don’t mind if you want to stay the night. Just give me a call to let me know.”

She grinned and said, “You’re a treasure, Kemo Sabi.” That’s what I think too. I was so charged up I wanted to fuck her before she left, but she doesn’t like being messed up before going out on a date. When fully dressed, she pushed me back onto the bed, unzipped my fly and took my tool into her mouth. She sucked me for perhaps five minutes, then withdrew, curled her fist around my cock, and slowly stroked. I groaned in gratitude.

Her tongue swirled against her cheek and she responded, “He’s also free Saturday. Tell me I can fuck him again that night, and I’ll let you cum.” She doesn’t need to ask my permission, but I told her I would love that. Her eyes were wild as she said, “I knew you would like it.” Reaching for a tissue from the bedside table, she pumped her fist faster and I was cumming within two minutes.

I zipped up my fly and walked her to the door to our garage. She pulled her purse onto a shoulder and said without looking back, “I’ll call you later.” I watched her car back out our driveway and turn onto the main road at the end of our cul-de-sac. Just past eight-thirty, our landline phone rang. She said she would be home no later than ten Saturday morning. I offered to take her out for a late breakfast. I didn’t hear from her until 9:30 this morning when she said she was on the way home.

The guy’s dick was inside my wife multiple times through the night. While having breakfast at our favorite restaurant, I asked, “How was it?” She grinned and said, “Fun. A lot of fun. I’m meeting him again tonight at seven-thirty. He told me to thank you for letting me stay last night.” He told her his colleague had described her as “very attractive,” but he didn’t realize how amazing she was until meeting her. While they were fucking, Gigi threw herself fully into their sexual interlude. She added, “I’m sure it was as good for him as it was for me.” I liked that.

Tonight, she didn’t ask me to help her prep as she did last night. She selected her own outfit - a mid-thigh red dress, black shoes and black purse. She looked exceptionally hot. She promised to phone me in the morning to let me know when to expect her home but couldn’t then say what time that might be. As she walked out, she licked her lips and said sensuously, “Your wife is going to be fucked so good.” I murmured, "Oh yes, I want his stiff cock deep inside you," but as she closed the door, I'm not sure she heard me. At that moment, I was probably as excited as he is right now while fucking her.

I was jerking off at our front bay window as she backed out of the garage. Because she gave me a wave from the driveway, I think she spotted me doing just that.

As often happens when she is out on a date, I haven’t been able to sleep. It’s now well past midnight here, and I assume they’re wildly fucking. I hope it’s hot for both of them. This is what I consider to be a good weekend - and, of course, it's also pretty good for Gigi.

~ Des

[Tracey52]

I can’t believe you posted an avatar of her in the dress she was going to get fucked in. That’s so hot.

[Tracey52]

I hope you two had a good Valentines Day btw.

[Scotch98]

Good to hear from you Des, Another incredible date. Is this the first time Gigi has spent the night w/ a guy she had not met before? An incredibly hot Situation. Sounds like he may become a regular when he is in town. Gigi is such an amazing and sexy Woman. I don't really have the words to describe how you must have felt knowing Gigi was fucking a literal stranger..... I know you were anxious to hear all of the details and I am sure her homecoming was a vert sexy experience for both of you. I know Gigi loves to tell you about her dates and see your reactions. Thanks again for the update.....

[rascalnvixen]

Glad she had a good weekend!!! I just hope he is healthy. As for your job of selecting her attire for her fucking dates... I'm surprised she agreed to wear an almost all white outfit in the middle of winter. There are a lot of ladies who still follow the "No White After Labor Day" rule. I know that isn't as prevalent as it used to be but most women relax that rule to wear white till Thanksgiving or so until Easter. I guess she loves you enough to just go with your contribution to the effort!! Personally, I would prefer her to be dressed in Saran Wrap!!!

Good to hear from you again!

Rascal

[Tracey52]

What happened to Fred. I thought he was becoming the third regular for Gigi?

[Des 31]

Follow-up:

I was fucking my wife as she told me about her Saturday night with Mark. When she had turned onto the main road from our cul-de-sac, she phoned him at his hotel room to let him know she was on the way. Because the outside temperature was in the 50s, they agreed to meet in the hotel’s restaurant. She parked alongside a side door and walked the circular hall to the downstairs restaurant where he was waiting at a table before ordering dinner.

As they chatted, he again complimented her on her looks. He said he had never been with a married woman until having sex with her the previous night. She thanked him for his flattery and said, “I’m curious how you and Walter began talking about his having sex with me on his previous visits to our region.”

He and Walter had been sitting and sweating together in their corporate headquarter’s spa when Mark asked Walter if he ever met any women when he was on the road for the company. That had come about only twice during the three years Walt was visiting dealers around the country. He confided to Mark one of those was a hot married woman in our town. He had wanted to see her again, but their headquarters hadn’t scheduled him for another trip to our area. When Mark realized he would soon be traveling to our city, he asked if Walter could arrange a date for him with Gigi. Walt said he would try but wouldn’t give him my wife’s name at that time. It had all come about from that locker room talk.

Gigi laughed and responded, “I’m glad it worked out.” He eagerly agreed but added that his coworker representative hadn’t told him my wife had my approval. Gigi told him that was because she had never admitted that to him or his fellow company representative. The two men with who she had previously had sex assumed she was cheating on her husband. Mark grinned and said, “Then I feel privileged you told me that.”

They took the elevator up to his third-floor room where he opened a bottle of bourbon and canned ginger ale. Perhaps for the reason she rarely drinks alcohol, she was buzzed after a single glass. In anticipation of the sexual union both knew was to come, each breathed heavily in excitation. He drew her close and kissed her on the lips. Their clothes fell away. He closed the drapes in their room, turned off the only lighting, and ushered her to bed.

My dick swelled as she told me this. She stroked me as she went on with her story.

Mark parted her legs and crawled between her thighs. Gigi stared wide-eyed as he guided his cock to her opening. She shuddered as his dickhead parted the mouth of her cunt. The effect of the bourbon caused her mind to swirl as his torpedo sank into her cavity. she cried out, “Oh my goddd!” And as he thrust into her, she wailed, “Yes! Yes!” Her hips lunged back against his as he fucked her in a fury of lust. I’m sure he couldn’t have meant what he then said, but he murmured, “I love you.” She has learned those words come easily in the heat of sex and she responded, “Oh yeah, I love you too. Fuck me, honey.”

In what she believed was less than two minutes, she screamed in a mind-blowing climax. He plowed her furrow another ten or more minutes, then flipped her about and entered her cunt from behind. He whined, “Fucking you is so hot.” She swiveled her head about and said, “My pussy’s steaming. It’s so good!” He yelped as his birth juice spurted into her tunnel.

They lay aside, breathing hard. He looked at his watch and said, “I didn’t think I was getting old, but that wore me out.” Gigi grinned and said, “I was told by an older guy I played golf with that ‘sixty may be the new forty,’ but 9:00 is the new midnight.” He laughed and said, “I can relate to that.”

Less than an hour later, they fucked once more before going to sleep. My wife awoke at five-thirty Sunday morning, propped herself up on an elbow and stared at his smooth, naked body. He didn’t awaken for at least another fifteen minutes; but when his eyes opened, she leaned over his groin and took his pole into her mouth. His cock ballooned to its full dimensions and he moaned as she sucked his dick.

She leaned on her hands and knees, again offering her cunt in doggy position. She yelped as his stiff organ entered her tunnel. His hands gripped her hips as his flesh slapped against hers. She sighed and sobbed as he fucked her. She said he was probably cumming within fifteen minutes but their union seemed more like an hour of sizzling lust.

They collapsed side by side onto the sheets and she said, “That was wonderful.” He agreed, saying she was the best he has ever been with. As she told me that, I said, “I think he was probably telling the truth.” I couldn’t hold back. I crawled between her legs and fucked her mightily as she screamed, “Oh fuck yeah! Do me!” I probably hadn’t thrust into her more than three or four minutes before my jism rocketed into her channel. I told her I loved her story and was glad the night was so good for her. She smiled and said, “Yeah, it was. I knew you would like it.”

We lay in bed and talked a few minutes until the phone rang. Gigi looked and the ID on our bedside phone and said to me it was our pastor. She answered with a “Hi.” The reverend said he noticed we weren’t in church the past two weeks and hoped we were okay. She said we had been busy with a couple of guests and promised to be at the next week’s morning service. He told her the woman who most often handles a pre and post solo song could not be there next Sunday and asked Gigi if she would fill in. He told her the songs the other woman had intended to sing, but Gigi responded she didn’t know either well enough for the service. She asked the topic of his sermon that day, then suggested she could perform “How Great Thou Art” at the beginning and “Amazing Grace” at the closing. He agreed those would be perfect. I have heard her perform both at times and she’s particularly magnificent with those.

She hung up the phone and said, “If our congregation knew all about us, none would understand our lives.” No, they would not. Neither of us could adequately explain in ways others could understand our view of morality and way of life. That’s one of many reasons we do not try to recruit others into this lifestyle. It isn’t for everyone and most probably would never understand any part of it.

Even we aren’t sure our path is the right way and neither of us can fully explain it to most others. I’m sure almost all have contrary opinions about how we live our lives; but our way works for us and neither of us can fully explain it to everyone.

She and I just do the best we can with what we know. When asked, we suggest to others to do just that but have no intention of confiding the hidden parts of our lives to everyone we know.

~ Des

[Des 31]

Good to hear from you Des, Another incredible date. Is this the first time Gigi has spent the night w/ a guy she had not met before? . . . Thanks again for the update.....

Hi Scotch. When we first started, she responded to - and fucked - a few guys who wrote to her personals ad, so those would fit that category. She was in a foursome with Ben and Liz, the boat owners, and Liz's boyfriend and she had not met him until the four got together that night. And the guy mentioned above who brought his colleague with him when he visited an out of town auto dealer would be another. So it's happened, but it isn't common for her. As a rule, she prefers to get to know a man before they have sex. She has said the sex is better if she knows them before fucking, but the exceptions seem to be contrary to her belief about that. She has enjoyed each of those experiences.

[lookingiansa]

Glad to see your updates. Was wondering if everything was alright when hadn't seen one in awhile. Said you met a swinging couple and stuff.

Do you feel now that she knows you won't leave her for another woman, that she may open it up now from Hw/Hhw to more swinging full swing possibly. With Mrs. BOSS WIFE. the young couple wife who worked at airport . . His parents swap and the bosses secretary.

That she getting over insecurities about it all? Me and Mrs. Lookingiansa were just talking about this the other day at lunch alone. How she shows her true love by letting me go play. And that she has no insecurities anf that I will always return to her. She is my number 1 and I'm her's too.

I said she has my heart ❤ and dick and emtionaly she is one of few women, other than way in the past. Who I have opened the door to my emotions and intimate things with. All other women just have my dick and sex, yes limited emotions like I'm friends with them and all but am guarded with what I share. And it's just sex. I and Mrs. Lookingiansa can separate love and eex from just sex.

And with the exception of one woman I've known since high school days who came back into mine and wife's life a few years back. Who wants to possibly go poly and be a sister wife to me and my wife.

I am looking for a good fun time FWB not a second wife. That's how I feel you are as well Desi from my limited knowledge of you and GiGi. After binge reading the first 106 pages I can see the change in level of trust she has in you to not fall in love with another woman but allow you some of the same freedoms you have given her.

Glad to read your last update.

Mr. Lookingiansa

[solstice]

I am not suggesting that after her "date" Gigi gives you a blow job out of duty, But does it turn your wife on to relate the details of her fucking others?

[Scotch98]

Great update Des, I just love the way you describe Gigi's adventures as she relates them to you. An awesome Saturday for both her and Mark. I sure understand why you didn't last long fucking her after her describing what went on Saturday and I know she knows exactly what buttons to push to drive you mad. What a woman and I know I have said it before but you are so lucky to have her and what you have. I know it just didn't happen and you both had to put a lot of hard work into it but now you both are reaping the benefits.

[Open2it]

With Gigi you never know when another sexy adventure will present itself (or in this case be presented to her by a previous lover). She’s the epitome of a Hotwife!

[afagehi7]

This was so awesomely slutty of Gigi. I absolutely love it. Of course she fucked him raw dawg. That's our Gigi!

[Des 31]

Tuesday afternoon, 2:00 p.m.:

After Friday and Saturday nights, I hadn’t anticipated my wife having another night of sex with Mark who was to be in town only a couple of days this week. But, to her delight, he returned last night. Today, I’m working at home at home and taking a half hour break to update that affair. Gigi and her boss will be working late together, and she doesn’t anticipate getting home until around eight tonight.

Not long after I returned from lunch yesterday, Gigi phoned me at the office to say Mark had been on her mind most of the day. Finding her remark erotically stimulating, I had asked what her craving was like. She likened it to an ache inside her stomach, a yearning pain that spread down to her thighs. She called his cell phone to invite him to our home for a couple of hours this evening. I reminded her she had told me her work schedule was particularly busy most of this week, but she said they wouldn’t be fucking so late as on the past weekend.

I arrived home a few minutes past five and found Gigi in our bedroom. Music by Adele was playing on our Alexa device. Bare from her waist down, Gigi was buttoning up her blue-striped blouse she had worn to work. She had removed just her bra and panties and shaved her mound. As she reached for her mid-thigh blue skirt, I said, “You’re very prepared.” She grinned and said, “Well, he won’t need to remove my undergarments.”

The Alexa gadget shuffled to another Adele song with the approximate words, “If you're not the One for Me, then how come I can bring you to your knees?” She was about to pull on her skirt but instead leaned her butt on the bath counter and said, “I relate to those lyrics, Little Sweetie. You’re the ‘One for Me”, so get on your knees. You can get me ‘more’ prepared for him.” She occasionally advises me to perform oral on her before going out or awaiting a date at our home. I knelt and she pressed my mouth against her smoothly shaven mound.

She gripped the sides of my head as my tongue swirled about her clitoris. She murmured, “Oh yes. Like that. I’m so fucking wound up for him.”

Her fingernails dug into my scalp as I mouthed her cunt. She whined, “Make me cum, Kemo Sabi.” My cock swelled and strained against my slacks. While servicing her, I unzipped my fly and released it from its restraints. She thrust her groin firmly against my face and said casually, “Our new bedside table was delivered today. I put the other one in the guest bedroom.” I hadn’t noticed our room’s new addition but pulled my face away and said I would look at it later; I said, “Are you anxious for Mark’s cock tonight?” She uttered in a commanding tone, “Don’t talk, Dickhead, just munch.” With renewed effort, I twirled my tongue against her clit, intermittently thrusting it into her cuntal cavity. She mumbled, “Yeah, I need his cock. He’s so good at fucking me.” A hot thrill raced through me and my dick twitched in response.

Her body shuddered and her fingernails pressed pitilessly into my scalp. As her climax rolled through her, she yelped, “Ohhh yesss!” Coming down from her high, she pushed my head away and said, “That was good. I’m ready for him now.” I said, “Is he better than me?” She smiled sensuously and said, “Fucking other guys is always better for wives than married cocks; if it wasn’t, why would I bother?” Still on my knees, I gripped my tool and pumped furiously. I responded, “Yeah, I love that.” She smiled and watched a half minute, then bent to grip my wrist and pull my hand away. She said, “Stop stroking, Little Guy. You’ll find it better ejaculating later, while he’s fucking me so good.” I didn’t want to stop but obeyed her order as she pulled on her skirt. Remaining on my knees, I said, “Yes, Ma’am, you’re right.” Chuckling, she said, “I’m always looking after your best interests.”

She looked down at me and said, “Kiss my feet and put on my shoes.” I realized this seemed as if I’m a total cuck but didn’t really feel that way; instead, her expression and tone indicated her command was nothing more a momentary craving for something different. I complied. As she caressed the smoothness of her bare cunt, I pressed my lips to a foot, rolled my tongue up to just beyond her ankle, and slipped on her shoes. I mentioned high-heel pumps would make her taller than Mark. She said, “I know. I want it that way.”

Smoothing out her skirt’s wrinkles, she walked out and said without looking back, “That was nice. You really are the One for Me.” I also had taken a strange pleasure in the bizarre moment. I turned to check out the bedside table she had ordered online. One side slipped between our air mattress and the box springs and the other has adjustable legs. My audio recorder on which I document so much of her conversations and extramarital fucking was not all that lay atop the table. Her newest realistic, ejaculating dildo lay alongside; the top half was covered in oil, which indicated she had been using it with vaginal lubricant before I arrived home; she commonly rubs in the lubricant in preparation for fucking. The table has a built-in groove to hold her IPhone and a cup holder to avoid spills. A slot at the side allows charging. I had seen a digital photo of the table at the time she ordered it, but it looked better here in place than I had anticipated.

What, at the moment, seemed an odd thought crossed my mind - that her guys will appreciate the table’s cup holder while she and they are fucking. But perhaps the thought wasn’t so odd; she later told me she too considered that when ordering the table. She added with a smile, “They know I’m looking out for their comforts and shouldn’t be surprised at that new advantage.”

I cleaned the dildo with alcohol, dropped it into a dresser drawer, and joined Gigi in the hall bath where she was touching up her hair. She smiled, turned to me, and said, “I failed to mention something Mark said on the phone.” He inquired if Gigi’s husband was bisexual. She said, “Why do you ask?” He told her he assumed I would be since I liked other men having sex with her; he didn’t know if I might want to suck his cock. She withheld a chuckle and responded, “Would that bother you?” He said, “Not at all if that’s all I need to do to have sex with you.” She laughed and responded I’m not bi, that he could put that out of his mind.

She opened the bath cabinet, took out a jar of petroleum jelly and spread a portion across my lips. I asked why she did that. She joked, “So if he fucks your mouth, your lips won’t get sore.” I laughed at her prank. But privately, I wondered whether he actually expected me to suck his dick; of course, that never came about.

The auto dealer Mark is visiting furnished him a courtesy sedan that he will turn in Thursday afternoon upon returning from his second appointment with the other out-of-town dealer. I left our front security gate open for his convenience and he drove into our driveway around 6:00 p.m. She greeted him at the front door. He looked up at her; although both are 5’11”, an inch taller than me, her high heels pushed her three inches taller. She leaned her head down to kiss him fully on the lips. His expression was something close to awe. The difference in their heights seemed overpowering to him, pretty much the way I feel when she towers above me that way.

She gripped his arm, turned to me, and introduced us. He was attired in a slim-fitting gray-plaid suit and dark blue tie. He looks just as Gigi had depicted him, a handsome guy with a shaved head, blue eyes, and a tight, fit body. His voice reminds me of a radio personality – strong and clear with no accent from which I could determine where he might have lived. Like a butler, I offered to take his coat and tie and hung both in the living room closet.

My wife sat alongside him on the couch and asked me to serve red wine, which he had told her was his preferred drink when they were together at his hotel room. She said to him, “I told my husband all about you and wanted you to meet him.” Gigi’s demeanor was calm and confident but also exuded an expression of anxiety and restlessness. I assumed that to be excitation for what was to come; I have seen it before when anticipating another’s hot dick she knew would soon be penetrating her cunt. Turning to me, she said, “Isn’t he gorgeous?” I chuckled and said to him, “You’re a good looking guy.” He thanked me for the compliment and responded, “And you have a beautiful wife.” I nodded in agreement but was unsure what he or she expected me to do next; after all, he was here to fuck my wife.

But this was their night and I didn’t need to do or say anything. Mark reached to place a hand behind her neck, pulled her close, and planted a kiss fully onto her lips. Her arms encircled his neck and her breasts pressed against his chest. I got up from my chair and turned off the lamp alongside our couch. Our kitchen light limned their figures in the dimness.

He removed his white shirt, exposing his bare arms and chest, indicating he works out a lot. She had mentioned staring at his body in bed when she awoke at his hotel room Sunday morning. I could see why she was fascinated; his body is a pale pink, and I haven’t often seen anyone his age with skin as smooth and seemingly unblemished; his chiseled body seemed like one the age of a college student. Gigi’s hands stroked his chest as he unbuttoned her blouse and he removed his clothing. He urged her back to the couch and leaned to suckle a breast as she removed her skirt. His eagerness to do that reminded me of her young friend Beau who breastfeeds as they role-play their mother and son fantasy. Gigi’s breasts are enticingly firm and round, and I can empathize with the pleasure others derive while nursing her orbs.

My cock swelled. Neither of them looked over at me as I removed, folded, and placed my clothes alongside my chair. My dick swelled and I stroked a finger along its length.

His mouth traveled to her stomach and beyond until he knelt and settled between her long legs to go down on her. I could only see his head buried beneath my wife’s thighs. As the minutes passed, her excitation incrementally increased. She panted and sobbed as his tongue wrangled her clitoris to a summit of pleasure greater than that of my efforts when on my knees in the bedroom. His moment of submissiveness when she had towered above him had now transformed to that of him having the upper hand; that transformation is fine with Gigi who says she feels she “wins when she loses” as the man becomes the dominant partner when fucking. She cried out, “Oh please, fuck me.” He knelt to enter her cunt, but she whimpered, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” She twirled from the couch and led him by a hand down the hallway. In all that time, because of their positioning, I didn’t get a clear look at his dick.

I waited a minute or two in the chair across from the couch, then crept down the hall to our bedroom door, which she had left fully opened. I peered around the door jamb. He hovered above my wife and grasped his rigid cock to guide it into her vagina. She looked down to watch as his pole sank deeper and sobbed, “Oh yes, my pussy’s so hot. I need you so much.” I couldn’t resist jerking off; I curled my fist around my dick and stroked madly. She was now fully into it and I was thankful my wife had stopped me from masturbating earlier when she was prepping for his arrival.

It’s often said that the emotional response by a woman is more intense in new relationships, but the warmth of my hand pumping my cock is surely as thrilling to me when my wife is engaged with a newfound man. She threw herself into their wild fucking. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she enthusiastically thrust her groin against his. She shrieked, “Ohmygod, give it to me! I love your hot cock!” I knew her feelings; she loves a hard, pulsating cock pressing against the walls of her cunt’s tunnel. I stared slack-jawed at the two united in lust. And now, I could better appreciate his smooth, hard body. He’s long-limbed, trim, and fucks like a sailor who hasn’t been with a woman in months. She had told me how she craved him to again be inside her but I don’t think I fully understood until seeing her frenzied response to his thrusting cock. Her eyes were wide and her mouth wholly open like a screaming panther ensnared in a net. I loved it.

He withdrew and turned her to her knees. Then, I finally witnessed his penis that so thrills my wife. It projects outward from his body, straight as a flagpole. It’s a bit longer than mine; I think it may be as much as seven inches, moderately broad, the stalk as pale as his pink flesh with a deep crimson cockhead. My wife has said she is more satisfied with a penis’ width than length, so I recognized that as another reason for her lust; her boss is unusually gifted with both length and breadth, which I suppose will thrill her for the rest of their days.

She swiveled her head around to watch as he entered her pussy from the rear. As he slid in inch by inch, she murmured, “Uh huh. Uh huh. Oh fuck!” When fully impaled, she reared her head back and cried, “Ohmygod!” He didn’t begin slowly but instead slammed into her cunt with the force of a battering ram. She cried out, “Oh yes! Hell yes!”

Gigi was as hot with Mark fucking her as her best of times with her boss or Beau. A hope crossed my mind that he might soon revisit us. I don’t recall her seeming to become so close to another in so brief a time. And now, she clearly loved his cock filling her pussy. She eagerly bumped her buttocks back against his belly as he thrust into her cunt.

At that moment, I was unsure how long they had then been fucking, but he lasted another ten minutes before he announced he was cumming; his seed surged into my wife’s cunt. I didn’t then know if she had an orgasm, but she later told me she climaxed twice while he was fucking her. As their bodies parted in exhaustion, she rolled alongside and glanced at our bedside clock. She said, “I loved it, a lot, but I need to get to sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow.”

As they came out of the bedroom, she laughed at seeing me outside the door. She said, “I guess you were watching.” I admitted enjoying every moment and followed the two to our living room. He said he would get dressed to leave, but Gigi responded, “You can stay ‘til morning in our guest room if you like. We won’t mind.” I served soft drinks from our fridge and sat across from the two on our couch.

She told him she hoped he could return to our area soon. He hesitated a moment in thought and responded, “I don’t need to be back at headquarters until Monday and will finish up with the second dealer Thursday afternoon. He looked at me and added, “If you both don’t have a conflict, I could return Thursday night.” Gigi looked quizzically at me and I nodded my approval. She turned to him and said, “I would love that. Friday will be a slow day at the office. You can stay the night with me.” That means I will be in the guest bedroom that night.

He grinned broadly and said, “I could be here around seven that night.” Gigi beamed and kissed him fully on the lips.

We went to bed and Gigi was asleep in ten seconds flat. I didn’t fall asleep for another half hour. I remembered what she had said about how she feels when having sex, that it’s different with different guys.

She says she can’t fully explain it but gives me analogies that I find mystifying. When her boss is fucking her, she feels vulnerable and her orgasms like a billion stars bursting in the room. With Beau, it’s like both are a part of the other as if each spiritually reaches inside the other’s mind; and somehow, with him, she feels exposed in ways she feels with none other. With Mark, it was the thrilling totality of a roller coaster ride and her climax is like the roller coaster slamming into a wall. None of that is entirely unique with any one man; much overlaps with another, but she says, overall, it’s always different with each.

I once asked how it is with “just me”; she laughed and said, “Well, that’s more like riding a subway to a fun resort.” By comparison, that isn’t as exciting, but I’m just the husband. I said, “Yeah, I get that,” and she thanked me for my understanding. When I first encouraged her to have sex with other men, I assumed sex with other men would be more electrifying for her than our ordinary marital sex. Time and experience has proven me more right than I then could have known.

So, logically, the thrill of others fucking her really isn’t as exhilarating for me as for her. But, still, it’s pretty good.

* * * * *

I was awakened when Gigi crawled out of bed at 2:10 this morning. She looked back at me and, because my eyes were half closed, she assumed I was sleeping. She walked out our bedroom door, closing it behind her, and I realized she was going to Mark’s room. Our bedroom is essentially soundproof, so she knew I wouldn’t be awakened by noises from across the hall. I quietly opened the door and padded to their door. A stream of yellow light spilled from the room. She had left the door half opened, and he hadn’t turned off the room’s vertical lamp in the far corner. I leaned my back against the hallway’s wall and listened.

She woke him up and said, “Want some company?” After a half-minute’s silence, I peered around the doorway. She sat on his stomach, her knees at each side, and he suckled a breast. His cock was semi-tumescent but rising slowly to hardness. She stroked his face lovingly and scooted back until her hips hovered above his groin.

Gripping his tool, she unhurriedly lowered her hips until fully impaled on his rigid member. She gasped as his hips thrust upward. I pumped my limp dick until it grew to moderate size and stroked at a leisurely pace. He said, “Does your husband know you’re here?” She told him I was sleeping and our room doesn’t allow outside sounds to be heard. She said she hadn’t wanted to disturb me but had awakened and couldn’t get his cock out of her mind. He said, “I’m glad,” and turned her body beneath his. As he mounted her and his cock again entered her pussy, she squealed, “Ohhh goddd!”

He thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around his and cast an affixed stare to his eyes as he fucked her. She muttered through gritted teeth, “I needed you so much.” Her words evidently fueled his passion and he fucked her furiously. He murmured in a frantic, near-inaudible tone, “I love you! I love you!” She responded more casually, “Yeah, I love you too. And I really love your big, hard cock.” Those words of “love” are essentially meaningless in extramarital screwing. The effect is like a sex drug; even if not in love, the exchange of devoted feelings heightens the passion. As much as he and she were into it, though, it’s difficult to imagine how it could have been any hotter.

They turned to and laid on their sides and I don’t think his dick fell from her cunt in their transition. His back was to me as he fucked her. She raised a leg above his hip and moaned as he pummeled her cunt. He slowed a moment, then stopped, but didn’t remove his dick from her cavity. It was then she looked to the door and spotted me peering around the door jamb. She winked in acknowledgement, then again turned her full attention to him. She said, “I can feel your cock pulsing in me.” I couldn’t make out his muddled reply but he again slammed into her and she screamed a succession of hot and bothered “Oh’s” and “Uh’s” in response. Without my watch, I’m unsure how long he fucked her in that position but it seemed five or six minutes. For my wife, that translates to an hour of unbridled lust. Her eyes were shut tight and her piercing moans and sighs filled the room and hall like an orchestra in concert.

An eternity of passion seemed to pass but ultimately Gigi’s animated motions displayed while fucking came to an instantaneous halt. Tears streamed down her cheeks like diamonds on silk. She sobbed and her voice tremored as she announced, “Oh baby, I’m totally cumming.” Her body quaked as the orgasm convulsed through her body. He delayed his thrusts until she came down from her climax, then turned her to her knees. He steered his stick to her exposed pussy and plunged into her from behind with a vengeance. She wailed as he pounded her. Her jaw dropped, her mouth open, as they fucked; her head vibrated up and down in response to his energized thrusts.

Soon his body quivered. His orgasmic moan was like the growl of a wolf as his sperm jetted into my grateful wife’s canal. She grinned broadly at his juice’s release and muttered in a thankful tone, “Yeah, oh yeah, cum inside me. Give it all to me.” She had thrown herself totally into their lusty union and it seemed as if she had forgotten I was just outside their door. I pumped my cock with a fury until I realized I was about to cum and scurried to the hallway bath where I released my spurting juice into the sink. I loved every moment.

I went back to bed and fell asleep. When I awoke this morning, Gigi was already awake and sitting up beside. She smiled and said, “Was it good for you last night?” Well, yeah, it couldn’t have been better. She kissed me and said, “It’s all for you and me.” She looked away a moment, grinned, and said, “And also for me and the guys.” I laughed and responded, “Yeah, I get it. That’s the way I want it.”

Mark left around six-thirty this morning. Although she and I were still naked, snow covered our yard, and it was cold outside, we watched through the open door as he walked to his car and backed out onto the street. I waved a “good-bye” and Gigi blew him a kiss.

I pushed the wall button to close the steel gate and said to Gigi, “It was as good for me as it was for you.” She laughed and said, “I doubt that, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

At the breakfast table, she said as Mark was fucking her, it was like firecrackers going off in her head. I can’t quite imagine that but I’m sure she was sincere. I inquired when she felt this way of life became “normal” to her. She thought a moment and said something I hadn’t before heard, “I enjoyed it all from the beginning, but at first I didn’t feel I had found what I was looking for. Then, for the past three years, it all came together. Now, I wouldn’t change a thing.” It took a moment for the significance of her response to sink in to my brain; then I realized what she was saying. It was during these past three years that her relationships with her boss and Beau had blossomed. I said, “The three of are giving you all you need.” She smiled and said, “Yes, everything. But you’re at the center of it all. I can’t imagine life without you as my compass.”

I liked that.

* * * * *

Mark won’t be her only fuckbuddy this weekend. Her young friend Beau and his fiancée Sherry are staying overnight with us Saturday night through Sunday morning. For perhaps a half minute, I wondered how my wife could handle that following this Friday night with Mark. I personally couldn’t do it, but she has had similar situations before with no problem. She has often said women have more capacity for sex than men.

She told me this morning, “It just means more dick for me. Heck, I could even handle a night with my boss this week if he wants that.” I suspect he will - All of which means more firecrackers, roller coaster rides, and bursting stars are coming soon.

~ Des

[yielding william]

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[Tracey52]

What a life. It’s amazing the sexual chemistry Gigi has with Mark. She has already spent 3 nights with him and another to cum

[rascalnvixen]

Wow!!! I'm away from the internet for two damned days and find all of this going on!!! Hahaha!! Thanks for the update, Des!!! Things are really poppin' and boppin for you guys this week. I do have one question. It seems from your comments that Mark is to return on Thursday evening, but in your closing remarks you reference him fucking Gigi on Friday night, obviously vigorously and your concern for her keeping up on Saturday with Sherry and Beau. Is he going to be with her both nights, Thursday and Friday nights??

It certainly seems like Wild Times In Des Town this week!!! I hope you and Gigi have all the exciting sex you can stand. I just hope you two find time to fuck each other when her pussy isn't occupied by others!!!

Rascal

[Freemans892]

Will you be catching up with Mary on Wednesday night while Gigi and Bossman have their time together?

Clearly Gigi and yourself enjoy the poly lite side of the LS where there is a strong Kitchen Table Polyamory style relationships happening with the other couples. Mark is in a way like the Native American Nurse where you had multiple evenings with the 3rd party during their stay in town.