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by Des 31 » Sat Nov 06, 2021 12:44 pm
My wife’s work schedule didn’t allow her to attend this month's annual reunion of her hometown’s former high school FLAG Bunch. Her old lesbian-until-graduation club's get-together comes about each year in November when the high school’s swim team wraps up its season. The women attend the year's final swim team event, then go to a restaurant and/or a former member's home to socialize; she had also intended to visit her family and others while in town. Her inability to join them was particularly disappointing this year since she was told all five of the other girls were to attend this year. She had wanted to again connect with a woman now in the military but who hasn’t kept up with the others the past few years. Gigi had been a lettered swimmer at the top of the girls’ team and performed exhibition diving at some events, although diving isn't one of the official swim competitions.
Instead, last night my wife and her friend Peter had planned to go bowling but their usual partners - his sister and her boyfriend - had a conflicting party to attend. Instead, Gigi went to his place where the two fucked for the night. Having assumed they were just to have sex overnight, I didn't think to ask if they had other plans. She had asked me the night before whether I minded if she stayed the full night with him if it should work out that way. I didn’t. She left for his place at six-ten and arrived back home just past 9:30 this morning. I’m told it was even better than usual for the two of them. That’s saying a lot. I fucked her as she told me all that came about. I pumped her pussy slowly to make sure I heard everything before ejaculating.
She didn’t dress casually as she typically does for bowling. At work, she most often wears pantsuits. On this night she had me prep her with some of her makeup and asked me to find her knee-length, bare-shouldered red dress, and two-inch black heels; the dress is emblazoned with a broad, black stripe at the front extending from the middle of her breasts to the hemline. I was naked the entire time she prepped and my dick standing at full staff as I helped and watched her.
When she requested I locate that particular dress from her closet, I inquired if the two were going out somewhere together. She was to be his escort at a VFW (“Veterans of Foreign Wars”) dinner and to be introduced as a guest banking representative he invited at the lodge commander’s request. It isn’t yet snowing here but has turned cold, so she slipped on her black gloves and white trench coat with a zip-in, fleece liner. Each separately drove their own vehicles to the club to avoid attendees assuming they were dating. They were later fucking at his home from around nine-forty-five through sometime this morning. Me? Well, I was masturbating frantically as she drove away and again upon awakening in bed around two a.m.
I was putting away the vacuum cleaner this morning when Gigi walked through the door. She smiled and said, “Was your imagination on fire while I was away?” And, yeah, it was, as always at times like that. I responded that I assumed she too was on fire last night. She joked, “Yeah. I’m still out of my mind. Be back in five minutes.” I chuckled as I followed her down the hall to our bedroom. She turned off the light and closed the electronic storm shutters.
Removing my clothes and then hers in the darkened room, she pushed me onto the bed, straddled my hips, and told me everything. I had not yet changed the rumpled sheets. I said, “I’m guessing I wasn’t on your mind at all when he was fucking you.” That comment of irony resulted from her once joking at a moment I didn't realize it was a joke; she had said, "But I was thinking about you the whole time “ when telling me of a guy who had the night before banged the daylights out of her. Surprised at the time, I asked, “Really?” and she laughed, saying, “No, not really.”
But now, she came back with a remark I don’t before recall hearing; she grinned and said, “Thinking about you? I’m ‘fraid not, Kemo Sabi. When I’m with another guy, I’m a whole different person. In a way, my thinking is like before you and I met. I’m free again. It’s just him and me, no past, no future, just the here and now.” Hearing that, I again realized I’m always learning something new about my wife. We have been at this now for seven years, but that response allowed me yet another understanding of her thought processes when another man is fucking her. She really is “a whole different person” at those times. She becomes her former self - before me. In at least some of her more impassioned moments, her brain waves are overwhelmed with lust as if I no longer exist.
I realize it may seem strange to some that the realization thrilled me. My cock swelled. She grasped my tool, lowered her cunt to my groin, and wriggled my dickhead into her opening. As I slid into her tunnel, still saturated with what seemed a considerable proportion of his sperm, I moaned, “Oh, he came inside you.” Her response was muffled as she said, “Mmmph! Oh yeah, he always does.”
We had a temporary interruption. Her body had rocked above me only seconds before her cell phone atop the bedside table buzzed. She looked over to its screen, noticed Peter was calling, and reached to answer it. He called to say she had left her bra at his home. Wriggling her hips to keep me interested and stiff, she told him, “I’ll pick it up the next time I’m at your place.” The two exchanged intimate comments for another half-minute. To ensure their conversation be brief, she added that she and I were “doing some things around the house.” They swapped their see-you-later’s and she clicked off the phone. Looking down at me, she pumped her hips casually as she fucked me and went on with her story of their preceding night.
As I understand it, the VFW hall is open six nights a week for drinks and sandwiches, but this night was one of the chapter’s monthly meetings. Several members' wives and girlfriends also sat at the tables. The organization’s full name is “Veterans of Foreign Wars” and was created for qualified military veterans. Often, speakers are invited to talk about any topic of general interest. Peter had mentioned to the local commander he had a banker friend who, if asked, might give a talk to the group; the commander suggested he ask if she would be interested in addressing the membership at a monthly meeting. Gigi spoke for about fifteen minutes. She met a few who are already customers of the bank and thinks she may have interested a few others who might become customers.
She and he left separately to drive to his place. She talked briefly with a few members at tables, then said her good-bye’s and thank-you’s five minutes after Peter had departed. The stars that hovered above the lodge’s parking lot were slowly being shrouded by dark clouds moving in from the southwest. She suspected it might be raining before arriving at Peter’s home, but that didn’t come about at any time before her return home this morning.
Gigi’s libido rose in anticipation as she neared his home. Her pussy was creaming as she pulled into his driveway. Peter opened the door and said, “I want you.” He closed the door behind her, pressed her body against a wall, and kissed her deeply. Neither said a word as he lifted the hemline of her dress and removed her panties. He unzipped his fly and drew out his stiffie. She gasped as his cockhead parted her cunt.
His staff slid easily into her wet tunnel. At the pulsing sensation of his cock sinking full depth into her cunt, she squealed, “Oh goddd!” She pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra. Only her heels and stockings remained in place as he unbuckled his belt and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. He mumbled an apology for his suddenness. She cried out that she too wanted it “now!”
With her back pressed to the wall, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He urgently plowed his stick into her. Because her feet were no longer on the floor, his hands gripped her buttocks for support. She said, “I love fucking you.” Grinning, he gasped it’s a hell of a lot more fun than bowling. She giggled at his remark and said, “Yeah, the balls are tighter and I don’t have to change my shoes.”
Peter withdrew his dick from her opening and suggested they go to his bedroom. She nodded in agreement but first knelt to suck his cock. He arched his hips to feed more of his length into her mouth. My wife loves the reaction of men when her mouth is jerking their hammers. I can’t say I know all that goes through her mind when performing oral sex. But she has confessed to feeling empowered by hearing their seemingly helpless moans. She says maybe it’s a control thing and she is the controller.
By now, my cock pulsed in my slow thrusts into her pussy and I whined; the mental image she whispered of their sizzling moment of passion burned through my brain.
Upon entering the dimness of his bedroom, he didn’t turn on the overhead light and she bumped a leg against the arm of a chair. He grasped a shoulder to prevent her from stumbling, pulled back the bed covers, and urged her back onto the mattress. Stroking his dick in preparation, he looked down at her body as she awaited him to mount her. Gigi’s squinted her eyes to take in the visage of his blood-engorged cock. Shuddering with desire, she splayed her legs wide in anticipation of his kneeling between her thighs.
Instead, Peter nudged her to lay face down onto the bed and parted her long legs. For a moment, my wife assumed he intended to enter her anally. He didn’t. His cock swooped lower. His cockhead parted her cunt from behind. Her responsive cry was muffled by the pillow beneath her face. She turned her head aside, swooned, and let out a long “Ohhh! Yesss!” He didn’t start out slowly. He slammed into her like a warrior wielding a battering ram.
By then, my wife’s stimulation reached its summit. The feel of his long dick in her wet channel pushed her over the edge. She screamed, “Oh fuck yes!” And as he soldiered on, she repeatedly cried out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He gave his all and she loved it. She slipped a hand beneath her body and stroked her clitoris in rhythm with his rapid thrusts.
Upon realization of her oncoming climax, she wailed and sobbed, her tears wetting the pillow beneath. He increased his tempo. She isn’t sure who then was cumming first. Each hollered at once, his sperm gushing through her at the moment her orgasm erupted in a detonation of screams. All happened at once - but to my wife, their moment of consummation seemed as if time had stopped and would never end.
Peter’s body quaked and Gigi shivered in the sensation of the moment. He groaned, “Ohmygod,” as his jizz flooded my wife’s tunnel. Gigi wept at the wonder of it all.
I had increased the rapidity of my thrusts as she went on with her tale; but at this moment of her narration, I was cumming hard and emitted a shrill whine. I loved it. I can’t imagine this having been better for them than for me but am sure my wife would have disagreed had I then proclaimed that. I rolled aside and breathed, “You’re the best.” She smiled and said, “The right partner helps.”
When we got out of bed and into the shower together, she said that wasn’t the only time they fucked. I didn’t request those additional details. My mind and body couldn’t then handle another story.
* * * * *
Gigi and another friend Derrick had previously discussed having sex at our home tonight, but a conflict came about that caused them to put that off a week or so. Because she and Peter had been at it the previous night up to early this morning, Gigi confessed to me she was somewhat relieved. She and I had also fucked when she returned home this morning. Most often, the two of us refrain from having sex a day or two before any date with another guy. She said she wants just the two of us go out to dinner tonight at a restaurant she has attended separately with two others, but I haven’t before been in the place.
I lay alongside her, my dick deflated. She turned aside on her pillow, cast a mischievous smile, and said, “Another day will be better for both me and Derrick.” Had he not canceled, she would have gone through with it anyway for the reason she still regretted having previously turned him down when he invited her to attend an out-of-town conference with him. She had several reasons for deciding against it; but her principal concern was the possibility, however faint, she might run into someone knows at the gathering. Being spotted out of town overnight, with another man isn’t something with which she is comfortable. In some circumstances, it’s difficult to come up with believable explanations to quell suspicion.
I’m looking forward to taking her tonight to that restaurant about which she has raved. The last guy who took her there months ago got lucky. So maybe I’ll get lucky tonight – if I’m up to it again.
* * * * *
Later this month, the two of us are invited to the home of her boss and his wife Mary for Thanksgiving dinner. The only others attending will be their two children home from the academy for the weekend, the bank’s CFO and his wife, the board’s chairwoman and a 64-year-old partner of her law firm to who the chairwoman most often assigns to the bank’s legal work. At gatherings like that, we and other guests don’t tell others with who we’re having dinner or attending certain functions. To avoid disappointment by any who weren’t invited, we instead say we’re having dinner (or whatever) with “friends.” My wife and her boss avoid any remarks that may cause anyone to feel left out at times and ask limited numbers of guests to do the same.
Later that night, their son and daughter will be spending the night with two friends from their former private school and with go with the kids’ families the following morning to a concert. Gigi’s boss and Mary invited her and me to stick around after the others leave that night. We will stay over through Friday morning. Gigi gave me her approval to fuck his wife and added, “He and I will be fine together in a separate bedroom.”
I know her modified approval isn’t the same as free-range permission like a bull on a ranch. But I’ll take what I can get.
Only one of us has an open-ended hall pass, and I’m not the one.
- And, oh yeah, I forgot to mention here that moment she bumped a leg against a chair in the dark. I asked an hour ago if she thought she would have fallen had Peter not grabbed her shoulder. She said, “I don’t trip. I just do random gravity checks.”
~ Des
I'm sure there were many rewarding moments fucking Lucy and more watching Gil giving Gigi a good fucking as well. It's all a great story and it seems there is no end to the great stories that you will be able to relate to us going forward. I must admit I'm a bit jealous of your ability to have such a sexy wife and to be able to fuck other women on a fairly often basis. 
