I'll get around to telling about last night and the rest of the coming week later, but Beau, Sherry, my wife. and I are about to leave in a few minutes when they're dressed. Sherry will be away for a training class this coming week. Because Sherry is leaving tomorrow morning and Gigi will be driving her to the airport, they are staying with us these two nights. They came over about the time my wife returned from Derrick's place. Beau will be staying with us those days she is away.
So for now, I'll just pass along her joke from this morning's breakfast. She served coffee, cornflakes, and fruit. Beau looked up from the table, glanced at Sherry and me, and said, "I'm sure we're about to hear another of Gigi's one-liners about breakfast." Gigi grinned and told the following from her bottomless well of jokes:
"Luke and Paul were brothers. Paul was just 8 at the time and Luke was a foul-mouthed 16-year-old who was persistently upbraided for his language by his father. At breakfast, his dad asked what the two would like to eat. Paul said, 'Pass the fucking corn flakes.' His father angrily looked at him and said, "What did you say!" Paul said, 'Pass the fucking cornflakes.' His father slapped him and Paul went flying across the kitchen floor.
"His dad turned calmly to his younger son and said, 'And what would you like, Luke?' Luke looked aside at his brother on the floor and rubbing his jaw. He gulped and said, 'I don't know, but I sure don't want those fucking cornflakes.'"
All were still chuckling when they went to the bedroom for showers and getting dressed. I'll be back later for an update as time allows.
~ Des
My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
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Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
“I noticed when I logged in we had 435,425 hits on our thread; I find it amazing that many readers really care about the sex lives of two ordinary people like us. But those who do follow us and respond make it worthwhile continuing and I enjoy hearing from all.”
‘Ordinary people’, Des you have such a sense of humor.
You and your wife are anything but ordinary.
Thank you for taking the time and effort to share your adventures in such intense detail.
‘Ordinary people’, Des you have such a sense of humor.
You and your wife are anything but ordinary.
Thank you for taking the time and effort to share your adventures in such intense detail.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des must have had a busy week. Thought he might have had a chance to update us over the weekend. Maybe he’s had a heart attack after the weeks events.
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Remember, he and Gigi had Beau staying over with them while Sherry was away the entire week. I'm guessing they we all busy talking and doing sexy erotic things all week long. He may be too weak to write!!!! And I'm sure there was very little quiet time for him between their guest and his work. I'm also looking forward to hearing all about that week long threesome!!!!! 
Rascal
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
They came over about the time my wife returned from Derrick's place. Beau will be staying with us those days she is away.
Good times: Gigi's cup overfloweth, not to mention a more intimate part of her anatomy.
Good times: Gigi's cup overfloweth, not to mention a more intimate part of her anatomy.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Sherry was away last week for a aircraft training session and Beau stayed with us at Sherry’s request. It was a learning experience - but gratifying -for all. Our activities, not all sexual, are my reasons for being away from our thread. Telling of every moment isn’t possible, but I’ll do my best to recount the parts of interest.
After two preliminary nights of foursomes in our marital bed with Beau and Sherry, Gigi drove Sherry to the airport from where she will leaving for aircraft maintenance classes through this week. Beau will be staying with us until her return next weekend.
Their surprise that first night with us was Sherry telling about their previous weekend away with their parents. They stayed a day and night with Beau’s parents and the next with hers; they confessed to his folks their agreement for an open marriage. His folks were understanding, even encouraging. Sherry was the more forthcoming about their recent experiences and confessed she had sex with her former flight instructor and a pilot she met at the local airport. His parents admitted their swinger experiences during earlier years. If I understood her narrative correctly, it was their first afternoon with them when his dad and Sherry talked privately in Beau’s old upstairs bedroom about how best to keep this lifestyle from causing problems within their marriage; Beau and his mom were in the downstairs bedroom discussing the same topic. My wife and I later wondered why they separated for their discussions, but neither of us asked.
When Gigi and I were alone a moment, she joked that a successful marriage is knowing which towels you can use and which are for her guys who come over to fuck her. She had set aside a half dozen towels on a separate bath shelf for Beau to use while staying with us. She told me the ones I’m to use are stacked in the higher bath cabinet. I noticed Beau has the newer, colorful towels; mine are plainer, what I call “hospital whites.” I grinned and said, “Okay, I’ll be careful not to let my more ordinary wipes touch his body.” Among other amenities for him, she purchased a rolling clothes hanger earlier in the week and placed it in our walk-in closet..
I would have expected his mom and dad to volunteer their recent past with Gigi and me and their off-an-on sex with another couple in the community, but Sherry mentioned nothing about that; so we stayed silent on the topics but assume Beau and Sherry will ultimately learn of it. Because Beau’s family can be characterized as home nudists, the four of them later had swam naked in the lake behind the family’s home. When Sherry had confided Beau’s parents seemed to accept her and Beau’s open marriage, I had imagined multiple but unlikely reasons; but hearing how it came about, I realized this was more like Occum’s Razor; the reason is simpler. Given the family’s earlier nude swim, his parents’ swinger background, and their open discussion of their son’s sexual relationship with my wife, their kids’ subsequent admission was a logical path to their acceptance. His mom would later tell Beau he and Sherry should have many happy years to explore their sexual relationships.
After my wife had driven Sherry to the airport, Beau said he isn’t sure whether he would be categorized as a cuckold or a husband of a hotwife, terms he learned from us. I often have questioned that about myself. The problem is figuring out whether you’re submitting to another man who is taking over your role in the bedroom and thereby turning over your power to satisfy your wife; that pretty much describes cuckolding, but I have something to say about that later in this narrative. Or, if you’re in hotwife category, are you instead instead simply prideful of your desirable wife and enjoy sharing her? Humiliation of the husband is common in cuckoldry but it isn’t universal. I told him that in our semi-open marriage, I think my wife and I have elements that fit both definitions. Gigi exercises a certain element of control in out sex lives; when she has told me who I’m not allowed to sleep with, I don’t do it. That was our agreement at the outset and I haven’t deviated from her rule. But I don’t really care how other men who fuck her judge my position within our marriage. I know she loves the way things are and I’m happy with that.
It has brought us closer together. We communicate with the other in ways I couldn’t have once imagined. Beau said he thinks the same way and doesn’t really care either - as long as that’s okay with our wives. Maybe the four of us are stags and vixens but none want those not in our sharing circle to know about any of it. Beau confided he had experienced a flood of jealousy when Sherry’s flight instructor first fucked her with his knowledge. The sensual sensation was so intense he was at home masturbating like a crazed man. That has also happened to me, but now it’s rare. I liked it even more when I learned those guys were giving her more sexual pleasure than she had then become to find in our more recent months of marriage.
The first day of Beau’s stay-over with us and following a dinner out, the three of us returned home and sat about fifteen minutes in our patio’s hot tub. I sat across from my wife and him as Gigi asked what he thought about now knowing his parents have fucked other people. He admitted a certain excitement when thinking about it but mainly felt a relief and increased closeness to them. He now feels he can tell them anything about himself and his wife.
We continued talking about other matters until he leaned to kiss Gigi fully on the mouth. I didn’t at the moment realized she was stroking his cock to stiffness until she urged him to stand. His stalk was fully engorged and my wife leaned forward to suck his cock for two or three minutes. Beau closed his eyes and gently held her head in his hands as he fucked her mouth.
She pulled away and said softly, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I didn’t immediately follow them but climbed out of the bubbling waters and dried off as they strode hand in hand to our hallway. Gigi turned her head about and told me, “Join us whenever you wish.” Neither of us drink much of any alcoholic beverage, but I went to the fridge for a cola, poured it into a six-ounce glass and added a shot of bourbon.
By the time I heard my wife cry out an excited “Whoosh” from our bedroom down the hallway, I was naked and fully erect.
I sucked down my drink, left the glass on our bar, and crept to our bedroom’s doorway. More often than not, Gigi turns off the room’s lights when having sex; but on this night, a bedside lamp dimly lit up the room. Their lips were pressed together and his young cock was hammering her cunt. Her hips gyrated beneath him and she was fully into their fervent union. My hand went to grasp my pole as if my penis was the center of gravity. I breathed deeply, stroked, and gasped quietly as manageable to avoid distracting them. Her moan was a drawn-out warbling like a canary and she cried out out the a tenorous “Whooo!”
Beau murmured, “I love you.” She squealed, “Oh goddd! I love you tooo.” I would later learn I had waited a bit too long to begin watching. She had been sucking his cock a while before I took my position as a voyeur outside the door. I’m unsure why, but she loves giving Beau oral sex more than to others; she enjoys sucking cocks but, for some curious reason, Beau's is her favorite. I have thought it has something to do with his youthfulness but have come to accept there’s something else in their ongoing relationship neither she nor I fully understand that allows her an exceptional thrill.
Beau isn’t the only guy who has expressed a feeling of love for my wife when in the heat of sex, but I have no doubt his and her responsive emotions are sincerely felt. My wife was his first long-term affair and young men are more likely than older to become as enraptured with a woman. Further complicating their emotional bond is that, over time, their relationship has a mother-and-son characteristic as a result of their 12-year age difference. I don’t know if that aspect will ever go away, even whenever the sexual component declines as these extramarital relations always do.
My wife’s hand stroked his face as his lips nibbled her ear. She whimpered as he kissed each side of her neck. And now, fucking her madly, he raised his torso by bracing his hands on the pillow at each side of her head. She shrilled, “Uh huh! Uh huh! Oh yes!” I was then jerking madly, with my other hand pressed against the door jamb to support my imbalance. Her heels kicked his buttocks. Gigi’s eyes were wide and wild as she stared up at him. Soon she cried out in a ear-piercing climax. He ferociously pumped her pussy another minute until his body stiffened; he moaned, “Ohhh, Mommy!” She grasped his arms and stared wide-eyed at his face as his lava erupted into her cavity. He thrust slowly a few more times while the two were coming down from their highs. She stretched her arms to each side, gripped folds of the sheets in her fists, and breathed, “That was epical.”
On two nights and the Saturday morning of that week, Beau attended three-hour-long classes at the local university but was fucking my wife at every opportunity. I joined them only twice; and with one exception when the three of us slept in the same bed overnight, I slept in the guest room.
We were surprised Wednesday night when Gigi’s newest fuckbuddy Derrick phoned and said he was just leaving a friend’s apartment a mile or so away from our home. She took the phone to our computer room to talk privately while Beau and I were having beers on the patio. He asked my wife if he could stop by and meet me as she had recently suggested. With Beau staying with us and his not knowing about Derrick, she was flustered for a moment. She quickly recovered her composure and told him, “Sure,” but that a friend was staying with us for a week and instructing him to make no remarks that might suggest Derrick’s sexual relationship with her.
She returned to the patio to tell us her friend Derrick would be visiting a few minutes, which in itself didn’t seem an unusual circumstance; Gigi knows a lot of people in all walks of life through her position with the bank. Within minutes after she had greeted him at the door, I realized her unusually close attraction for him. He’s one of those who comes across better looking in person than in photos and exudes supreme confidence. His elocution is practice-perfect and words come as easy to him as to me. He stayed only a few minutes talking to the three of us and Gigi walked him to his car. Beau turned to me and asked, “Is he the other guy she’s fucking?” I told him to ask her, but he said, “That’s okay. I have known there had to be someone else since soon after meeting her but never knew who. I’m good with that.” It wasn’t mentioned again during his stay, but Gigi told me later she and Derrick set up a night yet to be determined to get together this week.
Upon Beau’s wife’s return, we learned Sherry had met up with a guy the late afternoon of her second day away; she had gone shopping for a pair of boots and he was a salesman at the nearest mall’s shoe store. All we heard about him or the sex between the two was that the man was 28, five years older than she, and he was fucking her at either his apartment or her hotel room the final three nights after her classes ended for the day. Her revelation about the short-term hookup while sitting with the other three of us in our hot tub excited Beau. Gigi said, “Sounds good to me,” and we had a foursome in our marital bed following Sherry’s brief narrative.
Repeating the rest of the week’s activities would seem redundant; as hot as it was for Beau and my wife, there wasn’t that much difference on any night. So I’ll instead respond to a private message in which a reader inquired whether I’m actually a submissive. In reading some cuckolds’ stories here, many guys get off taking roles as submissives. I don’t feel that way but admittedly have often served drinks - and even breakfast - to my wife and guys while they’re still in bed or fixed breakfast for the three of us the following morning. And it’s obviously true that we husbands who want other men to fuck our wives are submitting our roles to them. I’ve been told by occasional respondents at this site that I’m submissive in that “serving” capacity, so maybe there’s something to that. The way I think of it is a form of a thankfulness for giving my wife sexual joy and satisfaction. There were times in earlier years I actually thanked the guys and shook their hands as they left our home after plowing Gigi for a few hours or overnight. So, I’ll leave it up to all to decide whatever I may be; I don’t have all the answers about our motivations for the way my wife and I live our marital lives. The only things I’m sure about is that she gets great enjoyment from having sex with others and I like it. A lot.
~ Des
After two preliminary nights of foursomes in our marital bed with Beau and Sherry, Gigi drove Sherry to the airport from where she will leaving for aircraft maintenance classes through this week. Beau will be staying with us until her return next weekend.
Their surprise that first night with us was Sherry telling about their previous weekend away with their parents. They stayed a day and night with Beau’s parents and the next with hers; they confessed to his folks their agreement for an open marriage. His folks were understanding, even encouraging. Sherry was the more forthcoming about their recent experiences and confessed she had sex with her former flight instructor and a pilot she met at the local airport. His parents admitted their swinger experiences during earlier years. If I understood her narrative correctly, it was their first afternoon with them when his dad and Sherry talked privately in Beau’s old upstairs bedroom about how best to keep this lifestyle from causing problems within their marriage; Beau and his mom were in the downstairs bedroom discussing the same topic. My wife and I later wondered why they separated for their discussions, but neither of us asked.
When Gigi and I were alone a moment, she joked that a successful marriage is knowing which towels you can use and which are for her guys who come over to fuck her. She had set aside a half dozen towels on a separate bath shelf for Beau to use while staying with us. She told me the ones I’m to use are stacked in the higher bath cabinet. I noticed Beau has the newer, colorful towels; mine are plainer, what I call “hospital whites.” I grinned and said, “Okay, I’ll be careful not to let my more ordinary wipes touch his body.” Among other amenities for him, she purchased a rolling clothes hanger earlier in the week and placed it in our walk-in closet..
I would have expected his mom and dad to volunteer their recent past with Gigi and me and their off-an-on sex with another couple in the community, but Sherry mentioned nothing about that; so we stayed silent on the topics but assume Beau and Sherry will ultimately learn of it. Because Beau’s family can be characterized as home nudists, the four of them later had swam naked in the lake behind the family’s home. When Sherry had confided Beau’s parents seemed to accept her and Beau’s open marriage, I had imagined multiple but unlikely reasons; but hearing how it came about, I realized this was more like Occum’s Razor; the reason is simpler. Given the family’s earlier nude swim, his parents’ swinger background, and their open discussion of their son’s sexual relationship with my wife, their kids’ subsequent admission was a logical path to their acceptance. His mom would later tell Beau he and Sherry should have many happy years to explore their sexual relationships.
After my wife had driven Sherry to the airport, Beau said he isn’t sure whether he would be categorized as a cuckold or a husband of a hotwife, terms he learned from us. I often have questioned that about myself. The problem is figuring out whether you’re submitting to another man who is taking over your role in the bedroom and thereby turning over your power to satisfy your wife; that pretty much describes cuckolding, but I have something to say about that later in this narrative. Or, if you’re in hotwife category, are you instead instead simply prideful of your desirable wife and enjoy sharing her? Humiliation of the husband is common in cuckoldry but it isn’t universal. I told him that in our semi-open marriage, I think my wife and I have elements that fit both definitions. Gigi exercises a certain element of control in out sex lives; when she has told me who I’m not allowed to sleep with, I don’t do it. That was our agreement at the outset and I haven’t deviated from her rule. But I don’t really care how other men who fuck her judge my position within our marriage. I know she loves the way things are and I’m happy with that.
It has brought us closer together. We communicate with the other in ways I couldn’t have once imagined. Beau said he thinks the same way and doesn’t really care either - as long as that’s okay with our wives. Maybe the four of us are stags and vixens but none want those not in our sharing circle to know about any of it. Beau confided he had experienced a flood of jealousy when Sherry’s flight instructor first fucked her with his knowledge. The sensual sensation was so intense he was at home masturbating like a crazed man. That has also happened to me, but now it’s rare. I liked it even more when I learned those guys were giving her more sexual pleasure than she had then become to find in our more recent months of marriage.
The first day of Beau’s stay-over with us and following a dinner out, the three of us returned home and sat about fifteen minutes in our patio’s hot tub. I sat across from my wife and him as Gigi asked what he thought about now knowing his parents have fucked other people. He admitted a certain excitement when thinking about it but mainly felt a relief and increased closeness to them. He now feels he can tell them anything about himself and his wife.
We continued talking about other matters until he leaned to kiss Gigi fully on the mouth. I didn’t at the moment realized she was stroking his cock to stiffness until she urged him to stand. His stalk was fully engorged and my wife leaned forward to suck his cock for two or three minutes. Beau closed his eyes and gently held her head in his hands as he fucked her mouth.
She pulled away and said softly, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I didn’t immediately follow them but climbed out of the bubbling waters and dried off as they strode hand in hand to our hallway. Gigi turned her head about and told me, “Join us whenever you wish.” Neither of us drink much of any alcoholic beverage, but I went to the fridge for a cola, poured it into a six-ounce glass and added a shot of bourbon.
By the time I heard my wife cry out an excited “Whoosh” from our bedroom down the hallway, I was naked and fully erect.
I sucked down my drink, left the glass on our bar, and crept to our bedroom’s doorway. More often than not, Gigi turns off the room’s lights when having sex; but on this night, a bedside lamp dimly lit up the room. Their lips were pressed together and his young cock was hammering her cunt. Her hips gyrated beneath him and she was fully into their fervent union. My hand went to grasp my pole as if my penis was the center of gravity. I breathed deeply, stroked, and gasped quietly as manageable to avoid distracting them. Her moan was a drawn-out warbling like a canary and she cried out out the a tenorous “Whooo!”
Beau murmured, “I love you.” She squealed, “Oh goddd! I love you tooo.” I would later learn I had waited a bit too long to begin watching. She had been sucking his cock a while before I took my position as a voyeur outside the door. I’m unsure why, but she loves giving Beau oral sex more than to others; she enjoys sucking cocks but, for some curious reason, Beau's is her favorite. I have thought it has something to do with his youthfulness but have come to accept there’s something else in their ongoing relationship neither she nor I fully understand that allows her an exceptional thrill.
Beau isn’t the only guy who has expressed a feeling of love for my wife when in the heat of sex, but I have no doubt his and her responsive emotions are sincerely felt. My wife was his first long-term affair and young men are more likely than older to become as enraptured with a woman. Further complicating their emotional bond is that, over time, their relationship has a mother-and-son characteristic as a result of their 12-year age difference. I don’t know if that aspect will ever go away, even whenever the sexual component declines as these extramarital relations always do.
My wife’s hand stroked his face as his lips nibbled her ear. She whimpered as he kissed each side of her neck. And now, fucking her madly, he raised his torso by bracing his hands on the pillow at each side of her head. She shrilled, “Uh huh! Uh huh! Oh yes!” I was then jerking madly, with my other hand pressed against the door jamb to support my imbalance. Her heels kicked his buttocks. Gigi’s eyes were wide and wild as she stared up at him. Soon she cried out in a ear-piercing climax. He ferociously pumped her pussy another minute until his body stiffened; he moaned, “Ohhh, Mommy!” She grasped his arms and stared wide-eyed at his face as his lava erupted into her cavity. He thrust slowly a few more times while the two were coming down from their highs. She stretched her arms to each side, gripped folds of the sheets in her fists, and breathed, “That was epical.”
On two nights and the Saturday morning of that week, Beau attended three-hour-long classes at the local university but was fucking my wife at every opportunity. I joined them only twice; and with one exception when the three of us slept in the same bed overnight, I slept in the guest room.
We were surprised Wednesday night when Gigi’s newest fuckbuddy Derrick phoned and said he was just leaving a friend’s apartment a mile or so away from our home. She took the phone to our computer room to talk privately while Beau and I were having beers on the patio. He asked my wife if he could stop by and meet me as she had recently suggested. With Beau staying with us and his not knowing about Derrick, she was flustered for a moment. She quickly recovered her composure and told him, “Sure,” but that a friend was staying with us for a week and instructing him to make no remarks that might suggest Derrick’s sexual relationship with her.
She returned to the patio to tell us her friend Derrick would be visiting a few minutes, which in itself didn’t seem an unusual circumstance; Gigi knows a lot of people in all walks of life through her position with the bank. Within minutes after she had greeted him at the door, I realized her unusually close attraction for him. He’s one of those who comes across better looking in person than in photos and exudes supreme confidence. His elocution is practice-perfect and words come as easy to him as to me. He stayed only a few minutes talking to the three of us and Gigi walked him to his car. Beau turned to me and asked, “Is he the other guy she’s fucking?” I told him to ask her, but he said, “That’s okay. I have known there had to be someone else since soon after meeting her but never knew who. I’m good with that.” It wasn’t mentioned again during his stay, but Gigi told me later she and Derrick set up a night yet to be determined to get together this week.
Upon Beau’s wife’s return, we learned Sherry had met up with a guy the late afternoon of her second day away; she had gone shopping for a pair of boots and he was a salesman at the nearest mall’s shoe store. All we heard about him or the sex between the two was that the man was 28, five years older than she, and he was fucking her at either his apartment or her hotel room the final three nights after her classes ended for the day. Her revelation about the short-term hookup while sitting with the other three of us in our hot tub excited Beau. Gigi said, “Sounds good to me,” and we had a foursome in our marital bed following Sherry’s brief narrative.
Repeating the rest of the week’s activities would seem redundant; as hot as it was for Beau and my wife, there wasn’t that much difference on any night. So I’ll instead respond to a private message in which a reader inquired whether I’m actually a submissive. In reading some cuckolds’ stories here, many guys get off taking roles as submissives. I don’t feel that way but admittedly have often served drinks - and even breakfast - to my wife and guys while they’re still in bed or fixed breakfast for the three of us the following morning. And it’s obviously true that we husbands who want other men to fuck our wives are submitting our roles to them. I’ve been told by occasional respondents at this site that I’m submissive in that “serving” capacity, so maybe there’s something to that. The way I think of it is a form of a thankfulness for giving my wife sexual joy and satisfaction. There were times in earlier years I actually thanked the guys and shook their hands as they left our home after plowing Gigi for a few hours or overnight. So, I’ll leave it up to all to decide whatever I may be; I don’t have all the answers about our motivations for the way my wife and I live our marital lives. The only things I’m sure about is that she gets great enjoyment from having sex with others and I like it. A lot.
~ Des
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Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
sounds to me like you are being a good host and supporting your wife's hobby.
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rascalnvixen
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Des,
Thanks for the update! Very interesting and quite thought provoking. As to the idea of you being a cuckold because you serve drinks and/or breakfast for you all or for Gigi and her fuck buddies... I don't buy that at all. I see you being an excellent host and doing the same things for any guest that would be staying with you two even if they slept in the guest room. A good host is a good host regardless who the guest is or what they do while they are your guest. Just because they are allowed some special benefits during their stay is of no consequence. I would suggest you tell anyone who wants to call you a cuckold, screw the labels and just live the life you and Gigi wish.
I find the idea of Beau and his parents opening the pages of their own sexuality extremely interesting!! I'm sure there will be a time when Beau and Sherry learn of you and Gigi fucking his parents. I can't help but wonder how that will affect things in all of the varied relationships. Does that open a door to the parents having sex with Sherry while Beau is away or maybe even watches, and yes, I'm talking about Beau's mom with Sherry together for sex. Yeah, it's a little wild to think of but what you and Gigi are doing right now is pretty wild too.
From my point of view, extra marital sex is never boring and I don't see you and Gigi stopping anytime soon. I'm also wondering if Beau will ever go with Gigi over to Derrick's home for a new twist on their continuing sexual journey and how and what will happen between Derrick and Beau. Will he take a stronger cuckold role to Gigi and Derrick?? Who knows, but it's fun to imagine.
Rascal
Thanks for the update! Very interesting and quite thought provoking. As to the idea of you being a cuckold because you serve drinks and/or breakfast for you all or for Gigi and her fuck buddies... I don't buy that at all. I see you being an excellent host and doing the same things for any guest that would be staying with you two even if they slept in the guest room. A good host is a good host regardless who the guest is or what they do while they are your guest. Just because they are allowed some special benefits during their stay is of no consequence. I would suggest you tell anyone who wants to call you a cuckold, screw the labels and just live the life you and Gigi wish.
I find the idea of Beau and his parents opening the pages of their own sexuality extremely interesting!! I'm sure there will be a time when Beau and Sherry learn of you and Gigi fucking his parents. I can't help but wonder how that will affect things in all of the varied relationships. Does that open a door to the parents having sex with Sherry while Beau is away or maybe even watches, and yes, I'm talking about Beau's mom with Sherry together for sex. Yeah, it's a little wild to think of but what you and Gigi are doing right now is pretty wild too.
From my point of view, extra marital sex is never boring and I don't see you and Gigi stopping anytime soon. I'm also wondering if Beau will ever go with Gigi over to Derrick's home for a new twist on their continuing sexual journey and how and what will happen between Derrick and Beau. Will he take a stronger cuckold role to Gigi and Derrick?? Who knows, but it's fun to imagine.
Rascal
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Great update Des and I agree w/ Rascal. Beau opening up to his parents can open up so many scenarios it just boggles the mind. I can imagine all sorts of combos...... I would not worry a second about what people think about your relationship w/ Gigi. I can't imagine a more perfect marriage that you guys have. I wish mine was a quarter as exciting. Have a great day and stay safe....Cheers
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Not sure that I thought of serving breakfast as odd, it depends on your motive, if you attitude is well I am not doing anything else, some may construe it to be subservient. We tend to read to much into motives, and more likely to be your friendly nature.
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Des writes: Beau stayed with us at Sherry’s request. It was a learning experience
Who was it a learning experience for, was there something different that you observed?
Who was it a learning experience for, was there something different that you observed?
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Hi, Sol. I should have included more of an explanation within the narrative; it's all there but wasn't made clear. The first was Sherry telling us she confided to Beau’s parents their marital arrangement of sexual sharing. I would not have anticipated the extent of their parents' approval.
I didn’t previously know about Beau’s concerns about his position (cuckold, hotwife husband, etc.) within his and Sherry's marriage, and it isn’t much different from questions I have pondered about myself at times. Talking about that with him confirmed my personal satisfaction and solidified in my mind how I don’t really care what some others may think about me. I doubt he will again have those questions about himself.
Also, I have known how much Gigi cares about him and their fiery excitation when having sex; but until watching the sexual and social interactions between the two over consecutive days and nights gave me a better understanding of how deeply their emotions and bonding have become. Although it isn’t the same as that within our marriage, each truly loves the other. I have before heard them exchange words of "love," but not in the context I observed that week. But as must be apparent to any who have been following this, the reasons for their bond are considerably different from those of the other men with who she has sex.
Further, I hadn’t anticipated Beau’s casual attitude after his meeting with Derrick at our home and how he indifferently accepted that another man is in my wife’s life. I had suspected he might exhibit jealousy if that ever came about, but I should not have; his wife Sherry has been with four different men - and me - in just three months into their marriage; the most recent was that of the man she met on her trip. He has come to accept this as a way of life as do we, but my wife's variety doesn’t diminish his unique relationship with Gigi.
Then, there’s another detail I didn’t clearly state but which others have since commented upon. I don’t consider myself to be a subservient marital partner. The opinions by you, Scotch98, RascalVixen, and Eater are the same as mine. But, considering all I have written over these past four years, I can understand why some see me another way. We are all different in many ways and have differing opinions dependent upon individual experiences. So whatever another’s judgment about my choices and differences, that’s fine with me. No one’s opinion, including mine, is ever 100% right; think about all those past remarks in these pages by some who believed our marriage might be in trouble over one or another of my wife’s guys. Those were also off-target but understandable.
Thanks for asking. I could have added some of this in that update but at the time didn’t consider it important. I may contribute another update later tonight while Gigi’s out for a while. This is one of her "busier" weeks.
~ Des
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rascalnvixen
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I was thinking what would the dynamics be if Gigi and one of her gentlemen got together while Beau was your house guest? Not that she would have entertained someone at home in front of you guys, but that she would have gone "out" for a while one evening. It would have been obvious to both you and Beau that she was having sex with someone especially upon her return. Then I wondered if she would have "entertained" Beau's likely invitation to join with her in bed and the full discovery of her previous activity. Yes, I'm feeling particularly kinky this morning!!!
So a busy week, I hope you, Des, will find some time to let us all know about her meetings this week!!!!
Always looking to read your updates!!!!!
Rascal
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rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Thu Sep 30, 2021 6:46 amI was thinking what would the dynamics be if Gigi and one of her gentlemen got together while Beau was your house guest? Not that she would have entertained someone at home in front of you guys, but that she would have gone "out" for a while one evening. It would have been obvious to both you and Beau that she was having sex with someone especially upon her return. Then I wondered if she would have "entertained" Beau's likely invitation to join with her in bed and the full discovery of her previous activity. Yes, I'm feeling particularly kinky this morning!!!
So a busy week, I hope you, Des, will find some time to let us all know about her meetings this week!!!!
Always looking to read your updates!!!!!
Rascal
Funny - You know as well as I that, given time, almost anything can happen in this way of life. For reasons I didn't mention about that night, I'm pretty sure Derrick and Beau will be meeting again in the near future. Each seemed impressed with the other but as far as we know Derrick didn't assume Beau and my wife are sexually involved. Beau mentioned he thought Derrick would be an interesting guy to know. Before she was told Beau assumes she and Derrick are fucking, Gigi told him maybe the four of us could go out for dinner some night soon - That set me back, but I don't commonly offer suggestions of what she does with her guys. When I told her later about Beau's assumption, she said it isn't her intention to set up a threesome with them, just a social visit. She says now that she knows Beau is aware of her relationship with Derrick, she will warn each not to bring up their relationship with her. Personally, I have doubts that will work among guys who are fucking the same woman. As you requested, I'll have time for comments about what's going on this week when I get home. My knowledge of exactly all that happened is a little fuzzy; because she hasn't been home much beginning Tuesday, we haven't had that deep a conversion about her activities. But I know enough.
My secretary, now given the title of "associate writer," is handling most of my work and I'm reviewing it before passing it along for the senior partner's review, so this isn't a busy day for me. I can envision Samantha as another of the agency's future partners; she's even better than I recently realized. The downside is that half the men in the office covertly stare whenever she walks by, so she can be something of a distraction for some. I'm thankful the office isn't like some construction sites that allow guys to make catcalls or improper remarks.
I'll be leaving for home in a couple of hours, maybe less.
~ Des
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Looking forward to the next update. Don’t leave out any details 
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Mid-afternoon update (as requested):
I’m home early. This may be more concise than most but I don’t yet have all the details to pass along.
Last week on the night Derrick dropped by our home a few minutes to meet me, my wife walked him to his car as he was leaving. Beau and I didn’t accompany them. Monday evening while she and I were having sex, she told me about their brief conversation. Only words had passed between them, but the way in which she narrated the brief event excited me as I fucked her.
He invited her to come by his home after the two were off work from their jobs the following day at 4:00 p.m. She promised to do that. Although unstated, their intent - of course - wasn’t to be a social visit but instead their torrid desire to fuck again. I have learned from my wife that new relationships are almost always steamy and as frequent as manageable. And I’m always accordant with her burning needs whenever those come about. Knowing that, I often think when she and I are fucking how hot her first affair at age 28 with a coworker, then unknown to me, must have been over the three months they were having sex. Even now, her retelling causes me to ejaculate as she describes her emotions the moment his dick first entered her married pussy Whenever that memory reoccurs at other times, my cock swells in response. She was cheating, but I had been encouraging her for months to consider having sex with other men. She didn’t then think I could really handle it if I were aware of it. I later told her I wish I had known, and she has never deceived me in any way since.
As Derrick was about to drive away, his parting remark was that she is among the most beautiful women he has ever known. She typically brushes off remarks like that as hyperbolic fluff. As I was thrusting into her cunt, I moaned, “I’m sure he was sincere.” Her eyes rolled in a momentary manifestation of annoyance; she doesn’t take compliments well, particularly when those comments imply others aren’t attractive. I like that display of humility in her refusal to either accept or admit she’s smoking hot. She just is.
I knew Monday night would be our last fuck before the weekend. We usually hold off a day, preferably two, before she and another guy will be fucking. Both of us want those times to be hotly satisfying for her. When the two of us were new at this, we most often didn’t have sex up to two weeks before another’s dick was to be inside her pussy. When it finally came about, she said her resulting climax with a guy was like the detonation of industrial dynamite. Now, she finds it’s almost always like that without so long a waiting time. I think the reason is that her sexual reactions seem to have amplified when she passed age 30, but I could be wrong about that.
Her and Derrick’s date didn’t work out as planned. The following day, she phoned me at work from her office around three p.m. to say her plans had changed for that day and the following afternoon. She had intended to drive to Derrick’s place at closing time and be home by eight or earlier. Instead, her boss asked that morning if she could stay an hour or so after the other top-floor personnel left for the day. Minutes before she phoned me, Derrick returned her message she had left on his cell phone. She had told him of the last-minute request for “after-hours work” but could meet him later than planned. Instead, the two agreed she would come by his place after work Wednesday. She surmised she might be later getting home than intended either day. I’m always okay with that. As it turned out, her change in plans worked very well for me for another reason I’ll get to in a moment.
Because I was asleep Tuesday night when she arrived home, I didn’t hear the details about her session with her big-dicked boss. But it must have been exceptionally good to have lasted from around four-fifteen to nine-thirty. Those office romps in her boss’ office usually last about twenty minutes and occasionally up to an hour. The guy has long-lasting stamina, but I can’t imagine what they were doing for over five-plus hours. Trying to imagine what engaged them for so long, I envisioned them swapping locales from his couch, to atop his desk, then in a chair, and again in her office. Maybe I’ll find out this weekend if I still care by then. When I don’t hear specifics soon afterward, my interest usually wanes after a few days.
She also has plans on Friday that may run late. The bank’s attorney-chairwoman requested she take off that afternoon to join her at the club’s driving range, then talk over dinner about the issue of her boss’s planned early retirement next year. She was told their conversation at dinner or in the meeting room at the club could run up to 9:00 or later.
The better part of all that for me was that Sherry phoned yesterday afternoon to talk with Gigi and thank her for the week we hosted her husband as previously narrated here. Because my wife wasn’t home, she and I talked for fifteen minutes. I mentioned Gigi will be late getting home the rest of this week. She asked me to “hold on” a moment. She spoke with Beau who evidently was nearby for a half minute or less, then said to me, “What if I come over after my shift at 4:00 p.m.? Beau has a class from seven to ten. I’ll bring pizza.” That worked for me.
When my wife phoned upon arriving at Derrick’s place and having previously made a stop at the local mall, I told her Sherry was coming over to visit with me. She laughed and said, “I’m sure it’s more than a ‘visit.’ I guess you both deserved that. I was hoping you wouldn’t feel lonely while I’m away these nights.” That was nice to hear, but she knows her concern is unnecessary. Writers like to be alone at times; we do our best work that way. There was a time I wanted her to be exclusively with me on weekends, but we’re past that now unless we plan on something special on certain weekends.
Sherry and I shared pizza and soft drinks, then fucked in our marital bed before sitting together with wine in our hot tub another fifteen minutes before she left for home. She set our Alexa device alongside the hot tub and said, “You won’t believe this one.” She requested up a rap song, “Put it in your mouth.” The lyrics were even more flagrant than another Gigi had played as a joke while being fucked by our insurance agent the week my secretary and I were traveling earlier this month, but it was good for laughs. At 35, I have come to realize I was born at least 50 years too late for today’s music. The 23-year-old Sherry is a better fit with these times, but my compensating reward is that sexually we’re fine together.
In the past, I wouldn’t have immediately agreed to Sherry’s dropping by without passing it by Gigi. But the current circumstances had changed the two nights before Sherry left for her out-of-state training classes; Beau and I had fucked both women those nights.
In times past, Gigi has wavered about approval of me having sex with another woman. She has been off and on about that over past feelings of insecurity for our marriage; neither of us is a potential divorce-type, but she literally believes “men have less sense than women” when it comes to sex. She feels her attitude about that has been seemingly confirmed by some men who think that once they have been fucking her for a while, she should consider moving in with them. Any guy who even subtly implies that to my wife opens an immediate path to their break-up.
I follow her rules implicitly, but that doesn’t mean to say I’m pussy-whipped. It isn’t just me who chooses not to defy or argue with my wife’s steadfast opinions. Neither I, Sherry, nor Beau openly disagrees with Gigi’s most deeply-held notions. Those very few times that come about, she doesn’t need to verbalize it; there’s something about the displeased glare in her eyes as she whips her gaze around to anyone with a contrary sentiment, Her stern facial expression and flashing stare say it all. At those times, and sometimes when having sex, her eyes seem to morph roughly into the form of a rectangle, something I don’t recall noticing in others I have known; I once told her after watching her boss fucking her, "Your eyes went 'squared'," She grinned and said, "Good. That means I liked it." When we encounter that as displeasure, we respond with deferential remarks like, “Sure, you’re absolutely right about that.” I found it amusing when once seeing Beau gulp at her displeased expression; he looked as if he were about to step on a rattlesnake. I knew the feeling but didn’t laugh or comment. I covered my tight-lipped smile with a hand.
Her boss once told me that’s one of her management techniques at the bank to ensure everything is done to her demanding satisfaction. I later asked my wife if her space-alien glare works on him as well. She said, “He and I throw ideas back and forth on the best ways to handle a problem. But in the end, he and I never disagree on work-related issues.”
That’s probably best for both. It isn’t a good idea for anyone to cross either her or her boss. I can’t imagine what a serious quarrel between them might be like, but that hasn’t come about. Even when fucking they’re like a single, machine-tooled entity, each made for the other, and that’s a mind-boggling spectacle to witness. She and I are respectable together when having sex but not that good. After all, I’m just the husband with the most familiar dick.
I haven’t heard from her since she phoned upon arriving at Derrick’s but know the two are again hotly united in body and spirit. I’m sure she is giving her all to him at this very moment. I love that but undoubtedly not as much as she.
~ Des
(First time I timed myself while contributing to this thread; took me 38 minutes beginning to end, thereby providing further proof I must have no life at all compared to my wife’s.)
I’m home early. This may be more concise than most but I don’t yet have all the details to pass along.
Last week on the night Derrick dropped by our home a few minutes to meet me, my wife walked him to his car as he was leaving. Beau and I didn’t accompany them. Monday evening while she and I were having sex, she told me about their brief conversation. Only words had passed between them, but the way in which she narrated the brief event excited me as I fucked her.
He invited her to come by his home after the two were off work from their jobs the following day at 4:00 p.m. She promised to do that. Although unstated, their intent - of course - wasn’t to be a social visit but instead their torrid desire to fuck again. I have learned from my wife that new relationships are almost always steamy and as frequent as manageable. And I’m always accordant with her burning needs whenever those come about. Knowing that, I often think when she and I are fucking how hot her first affair at age 28 with a coworker, then unknown to me, must have been over the three months they were having sex. Even now, her retelling causes me to ejaculate as she describes her emotions the moment his dick first entered her married pussy Whenever that memory reoccurs at other times, my cock swells in response. She was cheating, but I had been encouraging her for months to consider having sex with other men. She didn’t then think I could really handle it if I were aware of it. I later told her I wish I had known, and she has never deceived me in any way since.
As Derrick was about to drive away, his parting remark was that she is among the most beautiful women he has ever known. She typically brushes off remarks like that as hyperbolic fluff. As I was thrusting into her cunt, I moaned, “I’m sure he was sincere.” Her eyes rolled in a momentary manifestation of annoyance; she doesn’t take compliments well, particularly when those comments imply others aren’t attractive. I like that display of humility in her refusal to either accept or admit she’s smoking hot. She just is.
I knew Monday night would be our last fuck before the weekend. We usually hold off a day, preferably two, before she and another guy will be fucking. Both of us want those times to be hotly satisfying for her. When the two of us were new at this, we most often didn’t have sex up to two weeks before another’s dick was to be inside her pussy. When it finally came about, she said her resulting climax with a guy was like the detonation of industrial dynamite. Now, she finds it’s almost always like that without so long a waiting time. I think the reason is that her sexual reactions seem to have amplified when she passed age 30, but I could be wrong about that.
Her and Derrick’s date didn’t work out as planned. The following day, she phoned me at work from her office around three p.m. to say her plans had changed for that day and the following afternoon. She had intended to drive to Derrick’s place at closing time and be home by eight or earlier. Instead, her boss asked that morning if she could stay an hour or so after the other top-floor personnel left for the day. Minutes before she phoned me, Derrick returned her message she had left on his cell phone. She had told him of the last-minute request for “after-hours work” but could meet him later than planned. Instead, the two agreed she would come by his place after work Wednesday. She surmised she might be later getting home than intended either day. I’m always okay with that. As it turned out, her change in plans worked very well for me for another reason I’ll get to in a moment.
Because I was asleep Tuesday night when she arrived home, I didn’t hear the details about her session with her big-dicked boss. But it must have been exceptionally good to have lasted from around four-fifteen to nine-thirty. Those office romps in her boss’ office usually last about twenty minutes and occasionally up to an hour. The guy has long-lasting stamina, but I can’t imagine what they were doing for over five-plus hours. Trying to imagine what engaged them for so long, I envisioned them swapping locales from his couch, to atop his desk, then in a chair, and again in her office. Maybe I’ll find out this weekend if I still care by then. When I don’t hear specifics soon afterward, my interest usually wanes after a few days.
She also has plans on Friday that may run late. The bank’s attorney-chairwoman requested she take off that afternoon to join her at the club’s driving range, then talk over dinner about the issue of her boss’s planned early retirement next year. She was told their conversation at dinner or in the meeting room at the club could run up to 9:00 or later.
The better part of all that for me was that Sherry phoned yesterday afternoon to talk with Gigi and thank her for the week we hosted her husband as previously narrated here. Because my wife wasn’t home, she and I talked for fifteen minutes. I mentioned Gigi will be late getting home the rest of this week. She asked me to “hold on” a moment. She spoke with Beau who evidently was nearby for a half minute or less, then said to me, “What if I come over after my shift at 4:00 p.m.? Beau has a class from seven to ten. I’ll bring pizza.” That worked for me.
When my wife phoned upon arriving at Derrick’s place and having previously made a stop at the local mall, I told her Sherry was coming over to visit with me. She laughed and said, “I’m sure it’s more than a ‘visit.’ I guess you both deserved that. I was hoping you wouldn’t feel lonely while I’m away these nights.” That was nice to hear, but she knows her concern is unnecessary. Writers like to be alone at times; we do our best work that way. There was a time I wanted her to be exclusively with me on weekends, but we’re past that now unless we plan on something special on certain weekends.
Sherry and I shared pizza and soft drinks, then fucked in our marital bed before sitting together with wine in our hot tub another fifteen minutes before she left for home. She set our Alexa device alongside the hot tub and said, “You won’t believe this one.” She requested up a rap song, “Put it in your mouth.” The lyrics were even more flagrant than another Gigi had played as a joke while being fucked by our insurance agent the week my secretary and I were traveling earlier this month, but it was good for laughs. At 35, I have come to realize I was born at least 50 years too late for today’s music. The 23-year-old Sherry is a better fit with these times, but my compensating reward is that sexually we’re fine together.
In the past, I wouldn’t have immediately agreed to Sherry’s dropping by without passing it by Gigi. But the current circumstances had changed the two nights before Sherry left for her out-of-state training classes; Beau and I had fucked both women those nights.
In times past, Gigi has wavered about approval of me having sex with another woman. She has been off and on about that over past feelings of insecurity for our marriage; neither of us is a potential divorce-type, but she literally believes “men have less sense than women” when it comes to sex. She feels her attitude about that has been seemingly confirmed by some men who think that once they have been fucking her for a while, she should consider moving in with them. Any guy who even subtly implies that to my wife opens an immediate path to their break-up.
I follow her rules implicitly, but that doesn’t mean to say I’m pussy-whipped. It isn’t just me who chooses not to defy or argue with my wife’s steadfast opinions. Neither I, Sherry, nor Beau openly disagrees with Gigi’s most deeply-held notions. Those very few times that come about, she doesn’t need to verbalize it; there’s something about the displeased glare in her eyes as she whips her gaze around to anyone with a contrary sentiment, Her stern facial expression and flashing stare say it all. At those times, and sometimes when having sex, her eyes seem to morph roughly into the form of a rectangle, something I don’t recall noticing in others I have known; I once told her after watching her boss fucking her, "Your eyes went 'squared'," She grinned and said, "Good. That means I liked it." When we encounter that as displeasure, we respond with deferential remarks like, “Sure, you’re absolutely right about that.” I found it amusing when once seeing Beau gulp at her displeased expression; he looked as if he were about to step on a rattlesnake. I knew the feeling but didn’t laugh or comment. I covered my tight-lipped smile with a hand.
Her boss once told me that’s one of her management techniques at the bank to ensure everything is done to her demanding satisfaction. I later asked my wife if her space-alien glare works on him as well. She said, “He and I throw ideas back and forth on the best ways to handle a problem. But in the end, he and I never disagree on work-related issues.”
That’s probably best for both. It isn’t a good idea for anyone to cross either her or her boss. I can’t imagine what a serious quarrel between them might be like, but that hasn’t come about. Even when fucking they’re like a single, machine-tooled entity, each made for the other, and that’s a mind-boggling spectacle to witness. She and I are respectable together when having sex but not that good. After all, I’m just the husband with the most familiar dick.
I haven’t heard from her since she phoned upon arriving at Derrick’s but know the two are again hotly united in body and spirit. I’m sure she is giving her all to him at this very moment. I love that but undoubtedly not as much as she.
~ Des
(First time I timed myself while contributing to this thread; took me 38 minutes beginning to end, thereby providing further proof I must have no life at all compared to my wife’s.)
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Those very few times that come about, she doesn’t need to verbalize it; there’s something about the displeased glare in her eyes as she whips her gaze around to anyone with a contrary sentiment, Her stern facial expression and flashing stare say it all.
There is a song in "My Fair Lady," How to handle a woman: ... I would never try.
There is a song in "My Fair Lady," How to handle a woman: ... I would never try.
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Des writes: At 35, I have come to realize I was born at least 50 years too late for today’s music.
At least you are at an age to make Gigi sigh with contentment, and virile enough to make Sherry come back for more, at 87 I was too old for what you could call, the dawning of the hotwife!
At least you are at an age to make Gigi sigh with contentment, and virile enough to make Sherry come back for more, at 87 I was too old for what you could call, the dawning of the hotwife!
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rascalnvixen
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Thanks for the update, Des!!!
It's late and I have an early and very busy day tomorrow, so I'll have to keep this short because I can't not make a comment/question. So Sherry came by and Gigi said no problem and that she would likely be interested in more than just a visit. I couldn't help wondering if there had been some discussion between the women before Sherry called you to share a pizza. Actually, I'm more than wondering, I think they had been talking and Gigi may have mentioned that she was having a busy week this week and that you weren't getting much action. Of course Sherry said let me go over and hang out and fuck him and then you answered the phone!!! Don't laugh too much, I wouldn't put anything beyond those two women!!!
Rascal
It's late and I have an early and very busy day tomorrow, so I'll have to keep this short because I can't not make a comment/question. So Sherry came by and Gigi said no problem and that she would likely be interested in more than just a visit. I couldn't help wondering if there had been some discussion between the women before Sherry called you to share a pizza. Actually, I'm more than wondering, I think they had been talking and Gigi may have mentioned that she was having a busy week this week and that you weren't getting much action. Of course Sherry said let me go over and hang out and fuck him and then you answered the phone!!!
Don't laugh too much, I wouldn't put anything beyond those two women!!!Rascal
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Thanks for taking the 38 minutes Des.I appreciate it. I love that you can get some on the side as well now, at least with Sherry. She seems enamoured and it only seems fair to me. 5 hours with the Boss. They must have gone to dinner. I don’t see how you could spend 5 hours at it in the office. Bed maybe because you could nap or at least be comfortable in between times, but not in a office.
Finally, you may lose interest in finding out the details after a few days but we want to know especially if it was 5 hours at the office!
Finally, you may lose interest in finding out the details after a few days but we want to know especially if it was 5 hours at the office!
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Also, I agree with Rascalinvixen. The girls talk.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Thu Sep 30, 2021 8:53 pmThanks for the update, Des!!!
It's late and I have an early and very busy day tomorrow, so I'll have to keep this short because I can't not make a comment/question. So Sherry came by and Gigi said no problem and that she would likely be interested in more than just a visit. I couldn't help wondering if there had been some discussion between the women before Sherry called you to share a pizza. Actually, I'm more than wondering, I think they had been talking and Gigi may have mentioned that she was having a busy week this week and that you weren't getting much action. Of course Sherry said let me go over and hang out and fuck him and then you answered the phone!!!
Rascal
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It’s interesting that Gigi blew office Derrick when asked to stay back by the Boss. Shows the pecking order.
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Great update Des as Usual. So glad you are now in a position that it is ok for Sherry to come over and Fuck while Gigi is other wise occupied. I am sure both of you had a really great time. A really wonderful situation the 4 have with each other. Now that Beau's parents know about their relationship the next time all of you get together it could be a VERY interesting time. Of course my mind just runs wild with scenarios......LOL Hope you guys have a great weekend......Cheers
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HaHa . I’ll never look at that word the same again.
. I’ll never look at that word the same again.