My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
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I love the avatar. Makes me ponder though because you read about the prep in so many hotwife stories. I wonder if that mascara ever runs while Gigi’s chocking on Mr Boss’s cock? It’s hard to tell from Des’s accounts whether Mr B pushes Gigi that hard or whether Gigi allows it or likes it even. I don’t ever recall Des mentioning Gigi getting a good slap on the arse either. Do we get a slightly toned down version because that’s what Gigi tells Des or is what we get an accurate description? As hot as it is, the sex doesn’t seem that adventurous if you exclude that obvious that she is having sex with multiple partners while married. Maybe that’s enough.
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Ok, so sorry if I’m dominating this forum at the moment. Maybe it’s the time zone. While Des stated he has long flights ahead and will be out of communication, it’s unlikely, although we can hope, that Gigi will fill in for him. Having said this, while Des is on these long flights and once he has completed his preparations for work, it could be an opportune time for him to write some blogs which he can post here once he get back. It could give him the opportunity to expand on some topics that would be of interest to us his readers. Des always the humble writer resists talking about himself too much. I think it would be great if as a group we posed some questions he could contemplate on his travels then respond on his return. I For one would like to know if Des can determine where the origins of his hotwife fantasy came from. Reading other blogs on OHW it seems that a common origin is being cuckolded by an early girlfriend. I don’t believe Des has told us anything about his partners before Gigi or even how he a Gigi came to be together. That would be really interesting to know if he is willing to share.
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I think the contributors to Des's thread have disillusioned Gigi, some telling him how to conduct his hot life, quite unreasonably: I have a feeling she would prefer if he closed this thread, shows he is still his own man as he continues regardless.
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Gigi has commented and written her own posts within this thread. You have to look for them, but they are there, for sure.
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I took off work today but feel I’m fully recovered from my surgeries. As instructed by the surgeon and a visiting nurse, I won’t be exercising for a few more days but honestly think it would make no difference if I did.
My wife’s new sexual relationship is different and, at least in my mind, moderately complicated. Since the first couple of months my then-28-year-old wife first began having sex with other men, I haven’t commonly experienced feelings of insecurity and jealousy. But for a short time this past weekend, those emotions returned to my consciousness. I didn’t really know what her new man was like until meeting him yesterday, but he is admittedly impressive and a rare catch.
Now that Gigi’s adult-education, non-credit class has completed its opening experience at star-gazing, the meeting days have changed to Saturday morning classroom instruction. As we each assumed, it’s now clear she and the instructor will be getting together for sex at his home after each class is over.
The class convenes three hours each Saturday from nine to noon. She phoned me during their second break and affirmed she would be driving to his place after class and should be home around 2:30 that afternoon. He told her privately before class he will wrap up the day’s class around 11:30 but probably won’t again cut it short in the future. The class will be ongoing through May 29.
At the outset, the fiction between them was that she was invited to his place only to see his personal telescope so she could decide which she should buy for herself. Although unstated, they and I knew they would be having sex. She had assumed it’s unlikely they would be fucking after the sessions are to end, but added she had learned over the past few years to never say, “Never.”
This new relationship began following the last night class at which the attendees got a feel for basic telescopes and star-watching. The two were the last to leave and walked together to the school’s parking lot. He invited her to join him for beer at a small pizza restaurant halfway between his home and the university. Few customers were there at that hour. Sitting in the most distant booth, they sat across from the other for a half hour and swapped stories of their backgrounds. This is the second university at which he has taught and is now a tenured professor.
His hand touched hers across the table a few times. Then, she closed her thumb onto his hand before he pulled away. The two stared at the other in silence. He paid the bill and walked my wife to her car. She opened the door and turned to thank him for an interesting conversation. He pulled her close and kissed her fully on the lips. Her arms went around his neck. He asked, “You had said you wished to see my telescope at my home,” and inquired if her husband would be concerned if she took the time to come over to his place. She told him I was out of town that evening and would not be calling her until arriving home Sunday at noon. In truth, I was home and anticipated she would be late getting home.
She followed his car to his place. His home is in a remote area on an unpaved road a half mile up the nearest mountain. She described his residence as an elegant, two-story log home with wide windows at all sides on the first floor. With no commercial buildings to cause light pollution, the sky is black and stars bright and clear except near the horizon facing our city.
The supposed reason for her coming here was to get a suggestion for a personal telescope. He took her to a back room to see his scope and suggested checking Amazon for a similar scope at a lesser price. He offered a mixed drink before she left and they sat side by side on his living room couch. She referred to him as “Doctor.” He responded, “Call me Rob. For friends, that ‘doctor’ title is just paper on the wall.” She smiled and said, “I’m honored you consider me a friend. I like that.”
They fell silent. He extended an arm to draw her close and again kissed her. She laid a hand on his lap. She gazed down to see his dick had swollen to its full dimensions beneath his khaki slacks. Her heart was pounding and pussy pulsing as he slipped a hand into her blouse. Each had worn casual clothing to class. The academic culture has changed since I was in journalism school; as a student, we were accustomed to professors and other instructors attired in suits or sport coats with dress shirts and ties. Many still dress that way, but others like Rob prefer casual apparel.
Sex between a student and academic instructor is different from sex between students. An instructor is an authority figure to whom students look up to - sometimes in sheer awe. In truth, they are like anyone else; but a structured academic atmosphere is such that students feel their seasoned instructors have far more knowledge and understanding about most everything than they really do. And even my 34-year-old wife was similarly affected. She would later tell me the moment the two were mutually cumming, she screamed in awe as if the sensation was like the celestial explosive event of a supernova. I was jerking off at a jackhammer’s pace and cumming hard at the moment she told me that.
He unbuttoned her blouse and leaned to take a nipple into his lips. As he mouthed her breasts, she reached to unzip his fly. His penis had swollen to its full dimensions. She says it’s somewhat longer and broader than my ordinary six inches. She slipped from the couch to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. He groaned as her head bobbed onto his lap.
When she withdrew, they stood and puddled their clothing to the floor. Gigi’s pussy pulsated in anticipation as she followed him to his bedroom. He urged her to her back and went down on her. Her legs rested atop his shoulders as his tongue teased and lapped her clitoris. She says there have been few times in her life that brought her to that level of excitation. The first time she recalled was years before when her then-coworker fucked her in the company’s storage room; the last was the first time her boss fucked her.
I couldn’t remember her saying that either of those two occasions had lifted her to that elevated height of lust but was glad to finally be told. I shuddered alongside her in bed as she described his crawling atop her. She looked down to his cock about to enter her cunt and gasped, “Oh goddd! Yes!” She screamed as his dick stretched her cuntal walls. He didn’t bother to start slowly; he rammed into with a fury. “I was so hot,” she said. “It was wonderful and seemed to go on for hours.” No one has sexual intercourse for hours but Gigi loses all sense of time when anyone is fucking her. She said it was all “so good.” Had I not met him before she got around to telling me all that last night, I would have wondered why this particular time was so lustily electrifying.
After repeating a rather brief sexual union at his after Saturday’s class, he asked if she could stay the full day. Although I was at home the entire time they were fucking, she said, “I was hoping you would ask. But my husband will be back from his trip early Sunday afternoon, so I would need to leave tomorrow morning.” She managed to find some time alone to phone me and tell me she would be home by ten on Sunday morning, earlier than she has told me she originally planned. They spent the rest of the Saturday having a late lunch out, walking through the woods together, and dinner at his home that night. They didn’t get more than four hours sleep and she cannot recall how many times they were fucking. She told me she hoped that wasn’t “overdoing” her freedom. I said not to worry about it. I enjoyed every moment, knowing her needs were being fulfilled.
* * * * *
As she was about to leave his place the following morning, she turned at the front door and said, “Would you like to meet my husband. We’re going to lunch when he gets home.” He said, “Seriously? Would you be comfortable with that?” She assured him she would and that she had mentioned to me that I would probably enjoy meeting him. He nodded affirmatively and agreed to join us around two p.m. at our preferred indoor-outdoor restaurant. She told him, “I’ll phone you when we’re about to leave the house.”
On her way home, she phoned to tell me he would be joining us at the restaurant at mid-afternoon. I hadn’t anticipated that for the reason she had before told me she did not intend to tell him I approve of her having sex with other men. As we showered together at home, she affirmed she had not yet told him about our limited open marriage. She went on, “I’m sure the two of you will get along well. You have many similar personality traits. He may be the most ‘different’ man I have ever met.”
I thought over her last comment a moment and said, “You mean he’s like a guy you could fall in love with?” She grinned and said, “I think I already have. But it’s nothing to be worried about. This may be like having two husbands, but one I won’t be living with.”
Beneath the shower’s spray, she reached for my dick and stroked it as she said, “The sex was great. I was out of my mind with excitation.” She went on to tell about his rapid fucking until I groaned and spurted. I felt so weak when coming down from my ejaculation that I pressed a hand against the shower’s tile to steady myself. She smiled and said, “That was good. I enjoyed your reaction.”
My immediate recollection was that she had said she didn’t have time for another regular guy in her life. She reminded me that she and Beau had not talked with the other for more than a week. Beau and his fiancé Sherry have been having sex almost daily as the day of her June marriage approaches. Although she anticipated Beau’s, Sherry’s and her relationship would go on as before, it was unlikely to be with the frequency as in the past. Other than giving her boss oral sex after-hours in his office, she and he also haven’t had sex for awhile.
Upon our arrival at the restaurant, Rob was awaiting us on a bench just inside the door. I shook his hand and said, “My wife says she greatly enjoys her time in your class.” He responded Gigi has been an exceptional student and added an opinion, true or not, she is one of a few who could have become an astronomer had she not chosen the banking field. I grinned and said, “Did she tell you she’s also a licensed private detective?” She had not but he liked that and said, “She looks like a woman who could portray that profession onTV.” Gigi giggled and said, “That comment is a bit over the top.”
The weather has sufficiently warmed, so we sat at an outdoor table beneath a broad green sunbrella, away from other customers. As the threat of Covid-19 has waned, business has picked up to near normal at the restaurant, but the management hasn’t yet been able to fully staff the business. We were a bit longer in waiting for food than in the past.
As the three of us talked, I began to understand her enthusiasm for sex with Rob.
Perhaps I assumed an astronomer to a withdrawn, studious sort. He isn’t. He’s a physically fit 51-year-old who exerts remarkable confidence in voice and mannerisms. His thinning blond hair is beginning to bald but actually looks better on him than anyone I know with thick hair like mine. Upon first meeting him, my very tall wife estimated his height at about 5’9”, but he’s precisely my 5’10” height, making each of us an inch shorter than Gigi. Although rather slim, his muscled arms are like telephone poles and his thick fingers like bananas. His tweed sport coat is clearly tailored to accommodate the broad chest and slender waist. Everything about him screams adventure and his past enhances that image. He had no advanced education until after serving several years with reconnaissance Marines.
He added a somewhat unusual comment I believe it to be true. Five years before, he had been a part-time contractor to an unnamed intelligence agency in Central and South America; he didn’t offer particulars about his responsibilities in that capacity and I didn’t ask. Other travels for pleasure, academic studies and conventions have taken him to several European nations and Canada. His overall manner and appearance is like that of a man contented with himself. I have no feelings of inferiority but cannot compare what I do to his professions anymore than I can our friend, Gigi’s personal physician.
A thought crossed my mind that Rob is the first man either of us has met who could be competition. Perhaps he realized that as he went on to affirm he’s a confirmed bachelor who could never be married. He said, “No woman I have ever met would put up with the time I’m away when not teaching or engaged in research. Most often, I’m in places I couldn’t take a wife. Even distant academic conferences typically start early and end late, so taking anyone with me to most of those locales would make no sense. In that way, a marriage to me would be a boring existence.”
I didn’t then understand why my wife looked over at me and nodded her head up and down. Only later did she tell me his explanation of his way of life was one of the many reasons I had nothing to worry about concerning her sexual relationship with him. Each of us have known lawyers, executives and tradesmen with excessively busy lives; Most of those husbands or wives are so involved with their hectic responsibilities that their marital lives are often miserable. Even the bank’s board attorney-chairwoman’s live-in partner walked out of that former relationship not long ago for the same reason. The chairwoman has since mentioned to Gigi and her boss that she has found she is happier living alone.
* * * * *
I’m leaving Friday night for my Indonesian trip. Rob had invited Gigi to stay at his place during my absence but the two instead agreed he could stay at our home a couple of nights that week. Her only other sexual liaison between now and when I’m back home is tonight with her boss. His wife will be late coming home from a party a friend is hosting for their former book club friends. He called last night and Gigi put our landline phone on speaker so I could hear their conversation. She and he are leaving the office an hour and a half earlier than usual and wiill be fucking at his home. She said she should be home no later than 8:00 and won’t accept any other invitations from any guy before I leave, no matter who that might be.
I asked to help her prep the few minutes she will be home before driving to his place. She grinned at my request and said, “You really like this, don’t you?” That question is common and unnecessarily rhetorical. She knows I do. I’m sure I will be doing what I almost always do as she drives away for a date; I’ll be standing at our front bay window and watching her back out our driveway as I’m madly jerking off. I love our lives together, even when we aren’t together – like tonight.
~ Des
My wife’s new sexual relationship is different and, at least in my mind, moderately complicated. Since the first couple of months my then-28-year-old wife first began having sex with other men, I haven’t commonly experienced feelings of insecurity and jealousy. But for a short time this past weekend, those emotions returned to my consciousness. I didn’t really know what her new man was like until meeting him yesterday, but he is admittedly impressive and a rare catch.
Now that Gigi’s adult-education, non-credit class has completed its opening experience at star-gazing, the meeting days have changed to Saturday morning classroom instruction. As we each assumed, it’s now clear she and the instructor will be getting together for sex at his home after each class is over.
The class convenes three hours each Saturday from nine to noon. She phoned me during their second break and affirmed she would be driving to his place after class and should be home around 2:30 that afternoon. He told her privately before class he will wrap up the day’s class around 11:30 but probably won’t again cut it short in the future. The class will be ongoing through May 29.
At the outset, the fiction between them was that she was invited to his place only to see his personal telescope so she could decide which she should buy for herself. Although unstated, they and I knew they would be having sex. She had assumed it’s unlikely they would be fucking after the sessions are to end, but added she had learned over the past few years to never say, “Never.”
This new relationship began following the last night class at which the attendees got a feel for basic telescopes and star-watching. The two were the last to leave and walked together to the school’s parking lot. He invited her to join him for beer at a small pizza restaurant halfway between his home and the university. Few customers were there at that hour. Sitting in the most distant booth, they sat across from the other for a half hour and swapped stories of their backgrounds. This is the second university at which he has taught and is now a tenured professor.
His hand touched hers across the table a few times. Then, she closed her thumb onto his hand before he pulled away. The two stared at the other in silence. He paid the bill and walked my wife to her car. She opened the door and turned to thank him for an interesting conversation. He pulled her close and kissed her fully on the lips. Her arms went around his neck. He asked, “You had said you wished to see my telescope at my home,” and inquired if her husband would be concerned if she took the time to come over to his place. She told him I was out of town that evening and would not be calling her until arriving home Sunday at noon. In truth, I was home and anticipated she would be late getting home.
She followed his car to his place. His home is in a remote area on an unpaved road a half mile up the nearest mountain. She described his residence as an elegant, two-story log home with wide windows at all sides on the first floor. With no commercial buildings to cause light pollution, the sky is black and stars bright and clear except near the horizon facing our city.
The supposed reason for her coming here was to get a suggestion for a personal telescope. He took her to a back room to see his scope and suggested checking Amazon for a similar scope at a lesser price. He offered a mixed drink before she left and they sat side by side on his living room couch. She referred to him as “Doctor.” He responded, “Call me Rob. For friends, that ‘doctor’ title is just paper on the wall.” She smiled and said, “I’m honored you consider me a friend. I like that.”
They fell silent. He extended an arm to draw her close and again kissed her. She laid a hand on his lap. She gazed down to see his dick had swollen to its full dimensions beneath his khaki slacks. Her heart was pounding and pussy pulsing as he slipped a hand into her blouse. Each had worn casual clothing to class. The academic culture has changed since I was in journalism school; as a student, we were accustomed to professors and other instructors attired in suits or sport coats with dress shirts and ties. Many still dress that way, but others like Rob prefer casual apparel.
Sex between a student and academic instructor is different from sex between students. An instructor is an authority figure to whom students look up to - sometimes in sheer awe. In truth, they are like anyone else; but a structured academic atmosphere is such that students feel their seasoned instructors have far more knowledge and understanding about most everything than they really do. And even my 34-year-old wife was similarly affected. She would later tell me the moment the two were mutually cumming, she screamed in awe as if the sensation was like the celestial explosive event of a supernova. I was jerking off at a jackhammer’s pace and cumming hard at the moment she told me that.
He unbuttoned her blouse and leaned to take a nipple into his lips. As he mouthed her breasts, she reached to unzip his fly. His penis had swollen to its full dimensions. She says it’s somewhat longer and broader than my ordinary six inches. She slipped from the couch to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. He groaned as her head bobbed onto his lap.
When she withdrew, they stood and puddled their clothing to the floor. Gigi’s pussy pulsated in anticipation as she followed him to his bedroom. He urged her to her back and went down on her. Her legs rested atop his shoulders as his tongue teased and lapped her clitoris. She says there have been few times in her life that brought her to that level of excitation. The first time she recalled was years before when her then-coworker fucked her in the company’s storage room; the last was the first time her boss fucked her.
I couldn’t remember her saying that either of those two occasions had lifted her to that elevated height of lust but was glad to finally be told. I shuddered alongside her in bed as she described his crawling atop her. She looked down to his cock about to enter her cunt and gasped, “Oh goddd! Yes!” She screamed as his dick stretched her cuntal walls. He didn’t bother to start slowly; he rammed into with a fury. “I was so hot,” she said. “It was wonderful and seemed to go on for hours.” No one has sexual intercourse for hours but Gigi loses all sense of time when anyone is fucking her. She said it was all “so good.” Had I not met him before she got around to telling me all that last night, I would have wondered why this particular time was so lustily electrifying.
After repeating a rather brief sexual union at his after Saturday’s class, he asked if she could stay the full day. Although I was at home the entire time they were fucking, she said, “I was hoping you would ask. But my husband will be back from his trip early Sunday afternoon, so I would need to leave tomorrow morning.” She managed to find some time alone to phone me and tell me she would be home by ten on Sunday morning, earlier than she has told me she originally planned. They spent the rest of the Saturday having a late lunch out, walking through the woods together, and dinner at his home that night. They didn’t get more than four hours sleep and she cannot recall how many times they were fucking. She told me she hoped that wasn’t “overdoing” her freedom. I said not to worry about it. I enjoyed every moment, knowing her needs were being fulfilled.
* * * * *
As she was about to leave his place the following morning, she turned at the front door and said, “Would you like to meet my husband. We’re going to lunch when he gets home.” He said, “Seriously? Would you be comfortable with that?” She assured him she would and that she had mentioned to me that I would probably enjoy meeting him. He nodded affirmatively and agreed to join us around two p.m. at our preferred indoor-outdoor restaurant. She told him, “I’ll phone you when we’re about to leave the house.”
On her way home, she phoned to tell me he would be joining us at the restaurant at mid-afternoon. I hadn’t anticipated that for the reason she had before told me she did not intend to tell him I approve of her having sex with other men. As we showered together at home, she affirmed she had not yet told him about our limited open marriage. She went on, “I’m sure the two of you will get along well. You have many similar personality traits. He may be the most ‘different’ man I have ever met.”
I thought over her last comment a moment and said, “You mean he’s like a guy you could fall in love with?” She grinned and said, “I think I already have. But it’s nothing to be worried about. This may be like having two husbands, but one I won’t be living with.”
Beneath the shower’s spray, she reached for my dick and stroked it as she said, “The sex was great. I was out of my mind with excitation.” She went on to tell about his rapid fucking until I groaned and spurted. I felt so weak when coming down from my ejaculation that I pressed a hand against the shower’s tile to steady myself. She smiled and said, “That was good. I enjoyed your reaction.”
My immediate recollection was that she had said she didn’t have time for another regular guy in her life. She reminded me that she and Beau had not talked with the other for more than a week. Beau and his fiancé Sherry have been having sex almost daily as the day of her June marriage approaches. Although she anticipated Beau’s, Sherry’s and her relationship would go on as before, it was unlikely to be with the frequency as in the past. Other than giving her boss oral sex after-hours in his office, she and he also haven’t had sex for awhile.
Upon our arrival at the restaurant, Rob was awaiting us on a bench just inside the door. I shook his hand and said, “My wife says she greatly enjoys her time in your class.” He responded Gigi has been an exceptional student and added an opinion, true or not, she is one of a few who could have become an astronomer had she not chosen the banking field. I grinned and said, “Did she tell you she’s also a licensed private detective?” She had not but he liked that and said, “She looks like a woman who could portray that profession onTV.” Gigi giggled and said, “That comment is a bit over the top.”
The weather has sufficiently warmed, so we sat at an outdoor table beneath a broad green sunbrella, away from other customers. As the threat of Covid-19 has waned, business has picked up to near normal at the restaurant, but the management hasn’t yet been able to fully staff the business. We were a bit longer in waiting for food than in the past.
As the three of us talked, I began to understand her enthusiasm for sex with Rob.
Perhaps I assumed an astronomer to a withdrawn, studious sort. He isn’t. He’s a physically fit 51-year-old who exerts remarkable confidence in voice and mannerisms. His thinning blond hair is beginning to bald but actually looks better on him than anyone I know with thick hair like mine. Upon first meeting him, my very tall wife estimated his height at about 5’9”, but he’s precisely my 5’10” height, making each of us an inch shorter than Gigi. Although rather slim, his muscled arms are like telephone poles and his thick fingers like bananas. His tweed sport coat is clearly tailored to accommodate the broad chest and slender waist. Everything about him screams adventure and his past enhances that image. He had no advanced education until after serving several years with reconnaissance Marines.
He added a somewhat unusual comment I believe it to be true. Five years before, he had been a part-time contractor to an unnamed intelligence agency in Central and South America; he didn’t offer particulars about his responsibilities in that capacity and I didn’t ask. Other travels for pleasure, academic studies and conventions have taken him to several European nations and Canada. His overall manner and appearance is like that of a man contented with himself. I have no feelings of inferiority but cannot compare what I do to his professions anymore than I can our friend, Gigi’s personal physician.
A thought crossed my mind that Rob is the first man either of us has met who could be competition. Perhaps he realized that as he went on to affirm he’s a confirmed bachelor who could never be married. He said, “No woman I have ever met would put up with the time I’m away when not teaching or engaged in research. Most often, I’m in places I couldn’t take a wife. Even distant academic conferences typically start early and end late, so taking anyone with me to most of those locales would make no sense. In that way, a marriage to me would be a boring existence.”
I didn’t then understand why my wife looked over at me and nodded her head up and down. Only later did she tell me his explanation of his way of life was one of the many reasons I had nothing to worry about concerning her sexual relationship with him. Each of us have known lawyers, executives and tradesmen with excessively busy lives; Most of those husbands or wives are so involved with their hectic responsibilities that their marital lives are often miserable. Even the bank’s board attorney-chairwoman’s live-in partner walked out of that former relationship not long ago for the same reason. The chairwoman has since mentioned to Gigi and her boss that she has found she is happier living alone.
* * * * *
I’m leaving Friday night for my Indonesian trip. Rob had invited Gigi to stay at his place during my absence but the two instead agreed he could stay at our home a couple of nights that week. Her only other sexual liaison between now and when I’m back home is tonight with her boss. His wife will be late coming home from a party a friend is hosting for their former book club friends. He called last night and Gigi put our landline phone on speaker so I could hear their conversation. She and he are leaving the office an hour and a half earlier than usual and wiill be fucking at his home. She said she should be home no later than 8:00 and won’t accept any other invitations from any guy before I leave, no matter who that might be.
I asked to help her prep the few minutes she will be home before driving to his place. She grinned at my request and said, “You really like this, don’t you?” That question is common and unnecessarily rhetorical. She knows I do. I’m sure I will be doing what I almost always do as she drives away for a date; I’ll be standing at our front bay window and watching her back out our driveway as I’m madly jerking off. I love our lives together, even when we aren’t together – like tonight.
~ Des
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Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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Thanks for the update Des. It was instant gratification after my PM. I’m glad you took the time to write it all down. Several wows occurred to me. First and aside was that you casually mentioned Gigi gives her Boss bjs in his office after work with nothing in return. Very subservient. I’d love to hear what she says when she comes home to you. Is it like Did you have a good day dear? It was ok. I gave Mr Boss a blowjob before I left though.
This relationship with Rob has gone 0 to 100 fast. It seems like you will be in a poly relationship. Moving in while you’re away. He made not leave. It’s going to make the distance apart seem even further. Are you really sure you need to go?
This relationship with Rob has gone 0 to 100 fast. It seems like you will be in a poly relationship. Moving in while you’re away. He made not leave. It’s going to make the distance apart seem even further. Are you really sure you need to go?
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This is a really exciting development. I love Gigi's acquisitive nature when it comes to finding new men!
Do you think he figured out at lunch that you're on board with their relationship? Intriguing possibilities for your burgeoning cuckold nature!
Do you think he figured out at lunch that you're on board with their relationship? Intriguing possibilities for your burgeoning cuckold nature!
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Tracey52 wrote: ↑Mon Apr 12, 2021 1:16 pmThanks for the update Des. It was instant gratification after my PM. I’m glad you took the time to write it all down. Several wows occurred to me. First and aside was that you casually mentioned Gigi gives her Boss bjs in his office after work with nothing in return. Very subservient. I’d love to hear what she says when she comes home to you. Is it like Did you have a good day dear? It was ok. I gave Mr Boss a blowjob before I left though.
This relationship with Rob has gone 0 to 100 fast. It seems like you will be in a poly relationship. Moving in while you’re away. He made not leave. It’s going to make to distance apart seem even more. Are you really sure you need to go?
Well, the evening conversation isn't exactly like that. It's more like, "Want to hear what I did this afternoon? The boss was hard up after waiting so long for sex and I told him I could be available next week when you're recovered and traveling. Come to bed and I'll tell you alllll about the alternative I gave him after work." This isn't the beginning of any sort of polyamorous arrangement. We each realize it won't last more than a month or two past the end of the class.
I was hesitant to write about all within that update for the reason I was sure it seems this may be long lasting and present a misleading implication, but it will last "long enough." It's just "different" for Gigi for now. I was admittedly set back at first but, however temporary, it's an exciting experience for her. All these extramarital relationships have a termination date, something like the warranty on a kitchen appliance.
That works for me.
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rascalnvixen
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Hi Des!!
Good to hear from you again. That is quite an update, but keeping in character, I have a couple of questions. What's that? Nothing new? That may be true but good reporters always like to present the whole story and answer those questions you didn't think anyone really thought about. So, here they are. You never really said that Rob was advised of your semi open marriage and that you were aware of the happenings of the previous 24 hours. When the arrangements were made about his/her visits when you are traveling, were you in that conversation? The last question has nothing to do with sex, has she made a determination of what kind of scope she would like to have? Will it be a mere 4 incher or something more familiar to her, a 6 inch reflector unit? Or is she desirous of something longer like a refactor scope?
Good luck on your trip!! If you have never been in that area of the world, you will find it very different.
Rascal
Good to hear from you again. That is quite an update, but keeping in character, I have a couple of questions. What's that? Nothing new? That may be true but good reporters always like to present the whole story and answer those questions you didn't think anyone really thought about. So, here they are. You never really said that Rob was advised of your semi open marriage and that you were aware of the happenings of the previous 24 hours. When the arrangements were made about his/her visits when you are traveling, were you in that conversation? The last question has nothing to do with sex, has she made a determination of what kind of scope she would like to have? Will it be a mere 4 incher or something more familiar to her, a 6 inch reflector unit? Or is she desirous of something longer like a refactor scope?
Good luck on your trip!! If you have never been in that area of the world, you will find it very different.
Rascal
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something like the warranty on a kitchen appliance.
It is quite apt that you used a kitchen appliance as a simile, I had a female secretary who sat on her washing machine during the spin cycle stage, and told me she had some of her best orgasms with this little kink.
It is quite apt that you used a kitchen appliance as a simile, I had a female secretary who sat on her washing machine during the spin cycle stage, and told me she had some of her best orgasms with this little kink.
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Desi
Thanks for the update and safe travels on your upcoming overseas trip.
One reason. From my limited knowledge of your entire situation, is that I feel you don't have to worry of Mr professor is that he wouldn't settle down, and if he did I would bet GiGi couldn't hotwife with his blessing. Just like in awhile the fun would be gone from their NRE. While you give her the ability to play and always have and probably always will.
Mr. Lookingiansa
Thanks for the update and safe travels on your upcoming overseas trip.
One reason. From my limited knowledge of your entire situation, is that I feel you don't have to worry of Mr professor is that he wouldn't settle down, and if he did I would bet GiGi couldn't hotwife with his blessing. Just like in awhile the fun would be gone from their NRE. While you give her the ability to play and always have and probably always will.
Mr. Lookingiansa
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Hey Des. Great to hear you're recovering well.
Re your post above, What's Gigi's and your view on the termination date on her relationship with her boss? Is it a time based thing, or will something else drive it?
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Hi Asterix. Most often, neither of us can pin down an approximate time these things will end but have learned they all do for any one of many reasons. But he is one of the most difficult to figure out when it comes to that "termination date." My wife and her boss have now been at her longest lasting extramarital relationship of any. They have their differences in a few ways but when it comes to sex between them, the two seem made for the other. The few times I have witnessed him fucking her, she is at her hottest and I'm told he's always fully into it with her. He's far more long lasting than most men and gives her variety. The other difference is that they spend so much personal time with the other at work and socially. Some members here refer to their wives and other men working together and fucking as work husbands. I suppose that description fits with these two. He now plans to retire early, perhaps by as little as five years, followed by a lot of travel with his wife. My guess is that will wrap up their affair for the most part. The payoff for my wife is that he and the bank's board chairwoman plan on Gigi taking over his job upon retirement. For that reason, she is motivated to keep him happy and maintain a good relationship with the chairwoman.
On the other hand, unpredictable things come about that could end it suddenly anytime. My wife's attitude is that, if she has nothing more important to do, to ride a train until it finally pulls into its station, and I think that's the best way to look at it. What drives it is that both love the relationship between them but cannot cross the line of messing up their marriages. If they can have both, why stop? That works for me too.
Thanks for writing (here and in the thread). I enjoy reading your remarks.
~ Des
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Hi, you rascal.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Mon Apr 12, 2021 6:42 pmHi Des!!
Good to hear from you again. That is quite an update, but keeping in character, I have a couple of questions. What's that? Nothing new? That may be true but good reporters always like to present the whole story and answer those questions you didn't think anyone really thought about. So, here they are. You never really said that Rob was advised of your semi open marriage and that you were aware of the happenings of the previous 24 hours. When the arrangements were made about his/her visits when you are traveling, were you in that conversation? The last question has nothing to do with sex, has she made a determination of what kind of scope she would like to have? Will it be a mere 4 incher or something more familiar to her, a 6 inch reflector unit? Or is she desirous of something longer like a refactor scope?
Good luck on your trip!! If you have never been in that area of the world, you will find it very different.
Rascal
I admittedly left out a lot of detail, but there's so much in this new situation that I get concerned few care to read a very long narrative. The update's length and my lack of sufficient time to write it also caused me to leave out a couple of explanatory sentences that might seem out of order, but I'll leave it as it is. Gigi initially didn't want him to know that I approve of her having sex with him. We have since discussed that. She thinks she may tell him while I'm away, and that's fine with me if she wishes to do that. I wasn't in the conversation when she suggested he and she could spend a couple of nights together during that time. She knows I'm okay with that. It won't the be the first time she's fucking another guy during my absence.About the telescope, she has shown me the specs online, but I don't recall the details at the moment. I'll look that up later and PM you about that. From what I can tell, it looks pretty good, but it costs most than I had anticipated. We don't spend Gigi's salary, so whatever she wants is fine with me; because we live on my income, I personally buy nothing expensive if I can avoid it, but she can afford it.
Always good to hear from you. (And this is my first international trip for business. There has been no prior reason for that.)
~ Des
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Great update Des and I understand your feelings about Rob being competition for you but I am confident Gigi realizes what you have together and will not mess that up. Sounds like Gigi really enjoys Rob so enjoy it your self and just keep an eye on the situation. Cheers ......
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anonymister1948
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It looks like your Indonesia trip will be full of angst as Gigi and Rob are husband and wife while you're gone. I always err on the side of caution (except when I was a drinker) and this gave me a cautionary flutter reading it. Do you think it's a good idea for them to be playing house while you're gone?
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Yeah, I was confident that won't be a problem after considering all since having met him. As a new relationship, both will surely find it even more exciting without me around those days. That excites me too; I'm already charged up about it. I remember the time of the first few men she met when we then agreed she should date others. The jealousy, insecurity, and angst I then felt actually enhanced my own excitation. For a while after that went away, I actually missed that added enhancement. I suspect I'll be imagining him as competition the days I'm away, or at least I'll try. Perhaps anyone who hasn't before experienced that insecurity when another man is fucking his wife would have a difficult time imagining how hot that can be.anonymister1948 wrote: ↑Tue Apr 13, 2021 5:10 amIt looks like your Indonesia trip will be full of angst as Gigi and Rob are husband and wife while you're gone. I always err on the side of caution (except when I was a drinker) and this gave me a cautionary flutter reading it. Do you think it's a good idea for them to be playing house while you're gone?
I told Gigi the two of them will be on my imaginative mind while I'm away. I didn't mention that I will almost certainly be jerking off nightly, but I'm sure she knows that anyway. She and her boss are likely to be fucking one or two of those nights. Beau recently told her as they were leaving the bank after the workday he wants soon to have another mom-son (fantasy) relationship with her, but they haven't set a date for that. That could conceivably come about during my absence. I just hope I have sufficient cell phone coverage to keep up with whatever she's doing those days. The last client's representative I talked to on the phone was unsure about cell phone service on that distant island; he lives in Australia and has only visited that location once for a half day. The capital city is sizeable but won't qualify as First-World.
And, except for the weekend she will be attending a Denver wedding, she and her newest guy will probably be going at it after a Saturday class. If she and I were not married but just dating, the only advantage I would have over the guy would be that I'm closer to her age than he. They have a 17 year age difference between them. With me, it's just one; but the biggest advantage is that she and I are firm in our marriage commitment, and each of us realizes a split for any reason is a near impossibility.
Because neither of us could consider a permanent live-in arrangement with anyone, this can't turn into a poly situation. I'm sure she will make the most of whatever time they have together. The sex is certainly flaming hot between them. Having thought this out, I doubt it will last longer than a couple of months from now, and that's pretty much her expectation as well. I could have gone on longer with that last narrative and explaining that and more at the time; but it was getting rather long and I was interrupted several times when writing it as it was.
As always, your comments are appreciated.
~ Des
ADDED ON A FEW MINUTES LATER: My secretary told me this morning her reason for being a few minutes late to work yesterday was she had an overnight date but promised it won't happen again. She overslept at his place. I asked if her husband is still okay with that. Being pretty well along in age, he likes that others can fill in for him in that way. I was curious about more but didn't inquire. I keep a certain distance from her when it comes to her sex life and I'm sure she senses that.
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des,Des 31 wrote: ↑Tue Apr 13, 2021 6:35 amI just hope I have sufficient cell phone coverage to keep up with whatever she's doing those days. The last client's representative I talked to on the phone was unsure about cell phone service on that distant island; he lives in Australia and has only visited that location once for a half day. The capital city is sizeable but won't qualify as First-World.
I think you will find that if you have a compatible cell phone, you will have very good coverage. Indonesia was one of the proving grounds for different tele-communications tech including various cell phone platforms. I have friends in the area and although their cities are not "first world" they are very modern in their communications. You should not have problems in communications if you plan in advance and have the proper equipment and data plan. I'm sure you will find Jakarta to be as modern as you really need. You should be able to have face time with Gigi if you choose. Maybe some while things are happening???
Rascal
Added Edit: You will find the currency exchange very favorable to the USD. The Indonesian rupiah ratio is 14,600 to $1.00. You could purchase $70.00 of rupiahs and spread it out on your bed and show Gigi that you are a millionaire in Indonesia!!! And of course your purchase power there is wonderful, so if you wish to buy anything for gifts, this will be an excellent opportunity.
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Good advice as always. If I have some time to look around the city, maybe I can find a telescope with her requirements.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Tue Apr 13, 2021 11:06 am[quote="Des 31" post_id=1191638 time=1618324559 user_id=72370
Rascal
Added Edit: You will find the currency exchange very favorable to the USD. The Indonesian rupiah ratio is 14,600 to $1.00. You could purchase $70.00 of rupiahs and spread it out on your bed and show Gigi that you are a millionaire in Indonesia!!! And of course your purchase power there is wonderful, so if you wish to buy anything for gifts, this will be an excellent opportunity.
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Just be sure to check the customs requirements for taking things OUT of Indonesia and requirements for bringing things IN to the USA.Des 31 wrote: ↑Tue Apr 13, 2021 12:24 pmGood advice as always. If I have some time to look around the city, maybe I can find a telescope with her requirements.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Tue Apr 13, 2021 11:06 am[quote="Des 31" post_id=1191638 time=1618324559 user_id=72370
Rascal
Added Edit: You will find the currency exchange very favorable to the USD. The Indonesian rupiah ratio is 14,600 to $1.00. You could purchase $70.00 of rupiahs and spread it out on your bed and show Gigi that you are a millionaire in Indonesia!!! And of course your purchase power there is wonderful, so if you wish to buy anything for gifts, this will be an excellent opportunity.
Rascal
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Quick update -
My wife firmed up a plan for part of what she will be doing while I’m away. Last night, she arrived home an hour before me and checked her email. She received an message from her instructor Rob who asked if she and I enjoyed camping. Gigi had done a lot of that with her family when younger, but it isn’t of great interest to me. The last time I did any extensive camping was in middle and high school while still in the Scouts. My dad was transferred rather often, and I was in three different cities’ troops back then.
Rob didn’t offer his reason for asking, so she phoned him and put the landline on speaker so I could hear their conversation. Although I sat on our couch a few feet away from her, she told him I wasn’t yet home from work but she just read his email. He said he was planning a camping-fishing trip at the river outside town. He asked if she and I were interested in joining him after I return from my trip.
I have never actually said the words in her response to him, but she said, “I love camping. But my husband thinks that’s just spending a lot of money to live like a homeless person.”
He roared at her joke, then said with a chuckle, “I understand. My colleagues are the same.” But as they went on talking, he suggested that, instead of them having sex a couple of nights at our home during my absence, she could accompany him on a fishing-camper trip immediately after class Saturday and return Sunday night. She raised her eyebrows and glanced over at me as if to ask what I thought. I shrugged and nodded affirmatively. She responded she had some plans, which she doesn’t, but said she would call him back about that. They talked a couple more minutes before signing off.
Replacing the phone it its receiver, she said, “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” I really had no problem with it. I mentioned their plans to be together at our home anyway. I replied as a joke that the only difference I could see would be they would be fucking amid mosquitoes and possible thunderstorms. I added, “I hear the snakes like this time of year, so that sounds like a barrel of fun to me.”
Laughing, she gave me a friendly punch on my shoulder and said his tent is most likely fully enclosed from the elements. She said, “Your doomsday scenarios are unlikely. I’ll let you know what it’s like when you get back from your trip. You should give it a try as he suggested.” My only other contribution to the conversation was a reminder that she would be at Jonathan’s and Marianne’s wedding with Beau and Sherry the following weekend; and it would be a shame to have to forego that after catching some illness in the wilds. She thought that was hilarious. She called him back and said she was all in for this weekend.
She turned to me and repeated her often-stated remark that” no one knows what’s really fun unless they try it at least once.” So perhaps I will go with them. Maybe I’ll like fishing. Compared to her varied interests, I sometimes feel I’m stuck in a rut. We had a quick dinner and I suggested we go to bed early so I could hear any of her better stories with other guys. She laughed at my suggestion but said, “Good idea. I’m all for that.”
Her topic was that of a few days she accompanied our insurance agent at a resort. He fucked her brains out over those three days. She was still into her story when she climbed atop me and fucked me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. She climaxed a minute or so before I was cumming hard.
We talked a few minutes about how our lives are different from others we know. Neither of us has any idea how often some married couples have sex, but we’re pretty sure our intimacy is far more frequent than most. I mentioned her stories keep me interested. She smiled and said, “I know, and I like that about you.” But she didn’t mention the obvious, that her freedom to have sex with other men is the reason her libido is almost always at its peak. I don’t fantasize much but have an impossible wish that all married couples had similar understandings between them. My reason is that I'm sure more marriages would last with those agreements added into the mixture of life; but I know the way we live our lives isn’t for everyone.
That’s the problem with reality. It gets in the way of wishes.
~ Des
My wife firmed up a plan for part of what she will be doing while I’m away. Last night, she arrived home an hour before me and checked her email. She received an message from her instructor Rob who asked if she and I enjoyed camping. Gigi had done a lot of that with her family when younger, but it isn’t of great interest to me. The last time I did any extensive camping was in middle and high school while still in the Scouts. My dad was transferred rather often, and I was in three different cities’ troops back then.
Rob didn’t offer his reason for asking, so she phoned him and put the landline on speaker so I could hear their conversation. Although I sat on our couch a few feet away from her, she told him I wasn’t yet home from work but she just read his email. He said he was planning a camping-fishing trip at the river outside town. He asked if she and I were interested in joining him after I return from my trip.
I have never actually said the words in her response to him, but she said, “I love camping. But my husband thinks that’s just spending a lot of money to live like a homeless person.”
He roared at her joke, then said with a chuckle, “I understand. My colleagues are the same.” But as they went on talking, he suggested that, instead of them having sex a couple of nights at our home during my absence, she could accompany him on a fishing-camper trip immediately after class Saturday and return Sunday night. She raised her eyebrows and glanced over at me as if to ask what I thought. I shrugged and nodded affirmatively. She responded she had some plans, which she doesn’t, but said she would call him back about that. They talked a couple more minutes before signing off.
Replacing the phone it its receiver, she said, “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” I really had no problem with it. I mentioned their plans to be together at our home anyway. I replied as a joke that the only difference I could see would be they would be fucking amid mosquitoes and possible thunderstorms. I added, “I hear the snakes like this time of year, so that sounds like a barrel of fun to me.”
Laughing, she gave me a friendly punch on my shoulder and said his tent is most likely fully enclosed from the elements. She said, “Your doomsday scenarios are unlikely. I’ll let you know what it’s like when you get back from your trip. You should give it a try as he suggested.” My only other contribution to the conversation was a reminder that she would be at Jonathan’s and Marianne’s wedding with Beau and Sherry the following weekend; and it would be a shame to have to forego that after catching some illness in the wilds. She thought that was hilarious. She called him back and said she was all in for this weekend.
She turned to me and repeated her often-stated remark that” no one knows what’s really fun unless they try it at least once.” So perhaps I will go with them. Maybe I’ll like fishing. Compared to her varied interests, I sometimes feel I’m stuck in a rut. We had a quick dinner and I suggested we go to bed early so I could hear any of her better stories with other guys. She laughed at my suggestion but said, “Good idea. I’m all for that.”
Her topic was that of a few days she accompanied our insurance agent at a resort. He fucked her brains out over those three days. She was still into her story when she climbed atop me and fucked me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. She climaxed a minute or so before I was cumming hard.
We talked a few minutes about how our lives are different from others we know. Neither of us has any idea how often some married couples have sex, but we’re pretty sure our intimacy is far more frequent than most. I mentioned her stories keep me interested. She smiled and said, “I know, and I like that about you.” But she didn’t mention the obvious, that her freedom to have sex with other men is the reason her libido is almost always at its peak. I don’t fantasize much but have an impossible wish that all married couples had similar understandings between them. My reason is that I'm sure more marriages would last with those agreements added into the mixture of life; but I know the way we live our lives isn’t for everyone.
That’s the problem with reality. It gets in the way of wishes.
~ Des
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Des the philosopher. Well said Des. Thanks for giving us more time before your blackout while overseas. I’m a little confused though. If you’re travelling this weekend you couldn’t have gone camping anyway. Rob knows you’ll be away so what gives with the invitation? Alternatively if you were able to make it, why would he invite you? Does he want to shag Gigi in front of you or was he being polite not really expecting you to go?
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Now I have this mental picture of Gigi in hiking boots, khaki short s and a flannel shirt. So hot
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"He said he was planning a camping-fishing trip at the river outside town. He asked if she and I were interested in joining him after I return from my trip.
But as they went on talking, he suggested that, instead of them having sex a couple of nights at our home during my absence, she could accompany him on a fishing-camper trip immediately after class Saturday and return Sunday night."
Two different invites.
But as they went on talking, he suggested that, instead of them having sex a couple of nights at our home during my absence, she could accompany him on a fishing-camper trip immediately after class Saturday and return Sunday night."
Two different invites.