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by Des 31 » Sun Mar 07, 2021 1:08 pm
Last week on the first night I was away, my wife and her boss drove separately to our home for the night and he phoned his wife Mary to join them.
The night I returned home, Gigi and I were in bed as she narrated their time together. Alternating between stroking my pole and occasionally leaning to take it into her mouth, she grinned at my excited response. My body trembled as she went on with her story. Aroused, I didn’t think to turn on my bedside recorder. I’m sure I cannot recall every detail; but her recounting of the night lasted close to an hour. Ultimately, I was so wound up, I mounted her. and fucked her until I was cumming hard. She moaned, going on with more, but I can’t now recall a single comment she uttered at those moments.
She arrived at our home to find her boss and his wife waiting in their her cars for Gigi to open the steel gate leading to our driveway. Each parked their cars alongside the six-foot-high stone fence surrounding our yard. Gigi ushered them in. She was still in her beige pantsuit she wore at the board meeting and following dinner with the board members. Pantsuits are her clothing of choice at work; her boss has said that mode of dress gives her "authority," but I'm as mystified by that as I am by men who claim to prefer "power ties" at work. As an ad guy, I suspect that's something some ad agency once made up for a clothing manufacturer, but what I believe to be a myth still goes on in fashion magazines for impressionable young men.
Mary was attired in a black satin blouse and black skirt shorter than she normally prefers. Her boss wore his a black and gray window-pane suit and tie from the earlier work day. Sharing a couple glasses each from a bottle of red wine, they talked a while alongside the bar separating our living room and kitchen.
My wife laid a hand over Mary’s at the bar and their conversation fell silent. Gigi gripped the collar of Mary’s blouse, aggressively pulled her closer, and kissed her fully on the mouth. Their tongues intertwined. Her boss gasped as each woman urgently removed the other’s clothing. Mary muttered, “I have missed you lately.” Gigi responded with something along the line of she was “about to make up for it.”
She lifted Mary’s body in her arms like a dad with a small girl and walked to the bedroom. A stream of luminosity from our hallway bath dimly lit room. Mary is five inches shorter than my athletic wife and a few years older, but her figure is comparable. Her husband followed and hurriedly removed his clothing to watch. Gigi laid Mary onto her back on our marital bed.
Recalling Mary having once mentioned she was a Fleetwood Mac fan, Gigi turned her head aside to our Alexa device and told it to play Fleetwood’s "Rumours" album at level three. The first selection was unexpectedly appropriate, with the approximate words, “I know you’re now with someone else; but lay down on the grass and let me do my stuff.” Mary responded with a whine to Gigi, “Please, ‘do your stuff’ to me.”
My wife rapaciously responded as she had with Sherry the weekend before. She crawled atop her, planted her lips onto Mary’s, and stroked her breasts. Mary whimpered in submission. My wife rolled her eyes aside to her boss. His lip quivered as he stared transfixed. Already rock hard, he curled his hand around his cock and squeezed repeatedly without stroking.
My wife learned her bi-side skills as a high school senior with five other eager and willing girl students, each a bit older than her then-18 years. That isn’t something a woman forgets and she has since used most with a few others, including Beau’s fiancé. And this night, she used them all.
One doesn’t have to be the “man” as commonly believed by those unfamiliar with woman-to-woman sex. It’s most often equal between any two, but on this occasion my wife was particularly aggressive. She fingered the woman’s clit and Mary followed her lead in mutual masturbation. She leaned to suckle Mary’s breast until the woman sobbed, then kissed her way down her body to her vagina. Teasing her clitoris with tongue, she slid her naked body up, and their legs twined so that each writhed against the other’s clitoris. Mary whispered, “Yes, yes! Oh fuck,” and pressed her lips against my wife’s.
They breathed heavily and moaned. Her husband leaned his buttocks onto our dresser and uttered inaudible, wheezing comments. Mary bleated sheepishly she was soon to climax, and my wife pulled away. She pulled her ejaculating, strap-on dildo from beneath the pillow where she had placed it the previous evening and strapped it on. Tears streaked Mary’s cheeks as my wife was about to insert her rubbery cock into the woman’s cunt.
Mary lifted her hips to accept my wife’s fake dick and cried out as it entered her cavity. She masturbated frantically as Gigi fucked her. Her head lashed side to side and within minutes cried out, “Ohmygod, I’m cumming!” Gigi grinned triumphantly as Mary screamed and shuddered in her climax. My wife knelt at each side of the woman’s head, lifted her neck until Mary’s mouth pressed firmly against her muff. She tongued Gigi’s clitoris until she climaxed with a shout. She said in a joking tone, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Mary panted, “Other than twice with you, I’ve never been with a woman. But this was even better.”
Aside from all mentioned herein, my wife had taken her through every lesbian routine, any one of which Gigi knows could turn on any woman, straight or bi. Mary told her, “I guess this means I’m now bisexual.” My wife said, “Everyone is bisexual, but most either don’t know or won’t admit it.” She has told me the same; I understand her meaning, but I don’t believe that’s true. Her understanding is derived from psychology writings that declare no one is entirely what is generally understood as “straight.” Instead, all humans possess degrees of sexual variations that differ among people but my interpretation of that isn’t as definite as hers.
As Mary was coming down from her high, she turned to her husband and wriggled a finger for him to come closer. Leaning her head aside, she took his rigid cock into her mouth, bobbed her head a few times, then pulled away and rolled her eyes up to his. Rolling to Gigi’s far side, she said to him, “She’s all yours.” Gigi laughed and said, “I like being passed around.”
Gigi persistently experiences a moment of fear as she watches her boss’ monster about to enter her tunnel. To avoid Mary seeing her habitual reaction, she closed her eyes as he knelt between her splayed legs. She bit her lip as his cockhead parted the mouth of her pussy and worked its way into her wet channel. She can take about seven inches of his dick inside her; experience has taught him the proper depth before hitting her cervix. Her vaginal walls mushroomed to accommodate his broad dimensions and she cried out, “Oh goddd! Yes!”
Mary sat alongside them, her back against the headboard, and watched as he thrust slowly at first. My wife uttered a succession of Oh’s as his pace intensified. And soon, he escalated his thrusts to full momentum. She cried out, “I love it. Oh yes! Fuck meeee!”
* * * * *
Her narration lasted only to that moment before I could take no more. I mounted her and fucked her madly. I say nutty things when I’m that hot and told her something like, “I love that you like other cocks.” She grinned at my heated reaction to her story and responded, “I know.” Her heels kicked my buttocks as I rammed into her. I didn’t last more than three or four minutes and probably not even that long. I was cumming hard. She squeezed her vagina, lifted her hips and drained every droplet of my sperm. I collapsed alongside her and she said with a grin, “You’re so easy to please.”
I didn’t ask what else they had done that night, but she went on, “Mary asked if I was sure I wanted them to stay overnight. I assured them I did. He fucked the two of us twice more before they left around six-thirty in the morning.” She took a half day off and went into the office at noon, shortly before her boss left to take the afternoon off work. It’s a rare day when both are out of the office on the same day; but on occasions, circumstances require each to be elsewhere. When that comes about, the chief financial officer is in charge at the bank. Otherwise, to avoid suspicions about the two, they try never to be away during work hours at the same time.
It wasn’t always that way. When she was a branch manager, their getting together on slow workdays wasn’t a problem. But now, their offices adjoin at the main office and all know the two work closely together. My wife says it highly unlikely anyone would believe she and the bank’s president are sexually intimate and both want to keep it that way. So, splitting their time off on that day was a good idea.
* * * * *
What I had no idea about while away on my trip was what was to come about on the following night. She had told me on the phone she would be “busy” that night but was interrupted by the bank board’s chairwoman during our conversation. I didn’t hear what she meant by that until Thursday night after I had arrived home. I was confident she meant she would be fucking, but I didn’t then know with who.
A few days before, she had taken her car into our neighborhood mechanic’s shop to have a component reset. At one time, he and she were fucking rather regularly. More recently, he has been seeing two other married women he had met back when the cuck club was still in business. He invited her to come to his place soon, and she had promised she would. She phoned him the first day I was out of state; they agreed to meet at his place after she got off work Wednesday night.
She was at his home for two and a half to three hours as they fucked and caught up on what each has been doing lately. I didn’t ask for the details but know how it usually goes between them. On one occasion, a mechanic who worked for him joined them as a threesome, but the man left the area close to a year ago. Although he isn’t a “regular” like her Boss or Beau, they get along well and she has liked him as a friend since the day they met.
* * * * *
If anyone were to ask me why I like other men fucking my wife, I don’t think I could adequately answer that. Most men who learn their wives are having sex with others go into a rage, sometimes with unfortunate consequences. I’m not sufficiently introspective to delve into all that’s different in the way my brain is wired, but I like it. And my wife claims she likes it even more. I don’t think either of us will be changing our minds about that any time soon.
~ Des
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Des 31 on Sat Mar 13, 2021 4:59 am, edited 5 times in total.
I'm sure it wasn't a subconscious choice, Sub. Just to follow up on that, I don't do anything without express permission. But even then, it would never be with any client or client's staff. But yeah, the wording is "interesting."
