My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Good Morning Des, you have certainly been really busy with both real life stuff as well as having fun. I also would love to hear more detail of your interactions w/ Sam and Sherry. Two very sexy Ladies that you seem to have a very good connection with. All the best to you and Gigi. P.S. I love the joke about the guy in prison... Very true about life's perspective. Cheers
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des,
So, what's with the new avatar that says "Approved by Sherry"?? There's not much in the pic to approve! No face, no boobs, no pussy!!
That tells me there is more to the story than what meets the eye.
Rascal
So, what's with the new avatar that says "Approved by Sherry"?? There's not much in the pic to approve! No face, no boobs, no pussy!!
That tells me there is more to the story than what meets the eye.
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
The grad student Eric phoned my wife days ago to ask if she was free an evening soon. She took off work early and he came to our home after classes for a couple of hours while I was still at the office.
When I arrived home, I asked how it was. She said, "I felt like an astronaut." When I asked why, she said, "He was the rocket with like a thousand pounds of thrust." I laughed at that and didn't ask for details, but it was evidently pretty good for both.
~ Des
When I arrived home, I asked how it was. She said, "I felt like an astronaut." When I asked why, she said, "He was the rocket with like a thousand pounds of thrust." I laughed at that and didn't ask for details, but it was evidently pretty good for both.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I think Eric has quite a infatuation with Gigi and can you blame him? That’s what three times since he moved back to his previous living arrangements.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
What’s this, another boring weekend for Des and Gigi? I don’t believe it. More likely so busy that he has no time to post.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I enjoy your wife's jokes, now I am hopeless with telling them, but heard this today:
An accountant was walking down the street and an old tramp approach him and said, lend me £1 I haven't eaten in 3 days, the accountant replied after a long pause, and how does that compare to last year at this time?
An accountant was walking down the street and an old tramp approach him and said, lend me £1 I haven't eaten in 3 days, the accountant replied after a long pause, and how does that compare to last year at this time?
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Ok, here's mine!
A terrorist was barely dragging across the dry desert, almost to the point of collapse, when he thinks he sees something on the horizon. He struggles to get there only to find a skinny old jewish guy selling ties in the middle of the desert! The old man asks if he want to buy a tie for just $5.00. The terrorist goes into a rant about what he would do to the old jew if he wasn't so thirsty. The terrorist demanded water from the old jew and was told he had none. The terrorist tore through everything there and found no water. The old jew told the terrorist that he felt really bad for him and told him that just over that large dune was a really good restaurant and they had pleanty of water. The terrorist spat at him and called him more names and left in the direction he was told he would find the restaurant. About an hour later the terrorist returns to the old jew dragging on his last energy and said to the old guy, " I want to buy a tie! You KNEW that restaurant would only serve people with a tie!!!!! "
OK... I'll leave now.....
Rascal
A terrorist was barely dragging across the dry desert, almost to the point of collapse, when he thinks he sees something on the horizon. He struggles to get there only to find a skinny old jewish guy selling ties in the middle of the desert! The old man asks if he want to buy a tie for just $5.00. The terrorist goes into a rant about what he would do to the old jew if he wasn't so thirsty. The terrorist demanded water from the old jew and was told he had none. The terrorist tore through everything there and found no water. The old jew told the terrorist that he felt really bad for him and told him that just over that large dune was a really good restaurant and they had pleanty of water. The terrorist spat at him and called him more names and left in the direction he was told he would find the restaurant. About an hour later the terrorist returns to the old jew dragging on his last energy and said to the old guy, " I want to buy a tie! You KNEW that restaurant would only serve people with a tie!!!!! "
OK... I'll leave now.....
Rascal
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
That's funny Solstice!!!! Thanks!!!solstice wrote: ↑Wed Feb 23, 2022 12:50 pmI enjoy your wife's jokes, now I am hopeless with telling them, but heard this today:
An accountant was walking down the street and an old tramp approach him and said, lend me £1 I haven't eaten in 3 days, the accountant replied after a long pause, and how does that compare to last year at this time?
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Wed Feb 23, 2022 2:35 pmOk, here's mine!
A terrorist was barely dragging across the dry desert, almost to the point of collapse, when he thinks he sees something on the horizon. He struggles to get there only to find a skinny old jewish guy selling ties in the middle of the desert! The old man asks if he want to buy a tie for just $5.00. The terrorist goes into a rant about what he would do to the old jew if he wasn't so thirsty. The terrorist demanded water from the old jew and was told he had none. The terrorist tore through everything there and found no water. The old jew told the terrorist that he felt really bad for him and told him that just over that large dune was a really good restaurant and they had pleanty of water. The terrorist spat at him and called him more names and left in the direction he was told he would find the restaurant. About an hour later the terrorist returns to the old jew dragging on his last energy and said to the old guy, " I want to buy a tie! You KNEW that restaurant would only serve people with a tie!!!!! "
THAT - is a great one!!!!
Made my evening , ya ol' Rascal!
OK... I'll leave now.....
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Thanks all... Good jokes. 
I offer my apology to those who wrote, wondering why I haven't been online here over the past few days. Each of us is tied up with income tax prep, documents, and other "life" matters that have taken precedence. I haven't had time to update my journal either. Our firm's new partner Samantha and I were traveling last weekend for a new client, and I didn't return to the office until Tuesday morning.
Gigi has had more free time than me and a few others have filled in for me in bed. So I'll be selective in writing about that when I get back here.
Meanwhile, here's a response I had previously written to a member who posted a question about whether a wife's personality changes once she takes the plunge to become a hotwife. I think all will change. I had forgotten having responded to that posting until Farmgirl's husband agreeably responded to my remarks a day or so ago and I came across it this morning. Here's my take in response to that question:
We can offer our experiences as examples. In time, your wife certainly will not be the same if she is fucking other men. There will be changes, and you will know when the changes begin.
It took at least a year of encouragement for my wife to agree to date other men. Once she had experienced a three-month affair with a coworker, she concluded that having sex with just her husband made no sense. She set a rule at the outset that I would never be sexually involved with another woman, which of course is a contradiction to her claim that having sex only with a spouse isn't natural. I agreed and sternly kept my promise until the time came she gave limited approval under certain circumstances and only with certain women of who she approved. In the beginning, she was adamant on that point and personally harbored jealousy. As a result of her upbringing, she - like I - believes a marital contract is sacred and doesn't believe in separation or divorce except in extreme circumstances; those are physical or psychological abuse, the incarceration of a spouse for criminal activity, a spouse engaging in criminal activities, and other outrageous behaviors.
Her first affair was at age 28. She is now 35 and committed to this way of life. She has said many times she doesn't want to go back to the time when it was just the two of us, and I don't either. We both benefit from other men fucking her. She says to me, somewhat jokingly, "I do it for both of us . . . but mainly for me." It's a funny joke but I recognize the subtle truth in her comment.
She has come to better know almost any man's motivations, personality, needs, and more, even more than I do. She is a confident woman and successful in her career, which she attributes to her sexual experience. She is supremely confident in any social setting. She is independent and controls her sex life. She is in control of her emotions to an uncommon extent. Others look up to her at her employment and seek her advice. I recognize their reasons as being she seems to understand others and likely outcomes of various happenings. All that has developed over time as a result of her sexual activity and getting to know what others are really like. Not all, but most, will open themselves up when having sex with another. She considers all that as "continuing education."
My wife is not the same woman I married. She's better, and I wouldn't change a thing. Her personality is far different. Emotions such as worry, fear, and regret have become alien to her way of thinking. How she arrived at that stage of thinking is perhaps too lengthy to post here, but we have covered it in our "hotwife history" thread on this website. Essentially - through her experiences learned in having sex with others and unanticipated problems that sometimes arise - she came to believe all such emotions are useless in that none of those have any effective impact on problems; the only way a problem can be solved, she says, is through logical steps; and unnecessary emotions, she has learned, are in conflict with those efforts. All that has also rubbed off on me, so I'm continually learning as well.
Other educational lessons in life come about by some men who have taught her a number of skills unrelated to her profession in banking. Those are numerous, but one lesson other than - say, mechanical skills - is particularly helpful. A retired military firearms instructor taught her what he had learned in the Army - how to fall asleep quickly even when problems seem to be all about. She can drop off to sleep in ten seconds flat; she is a little better at that than me even though I try; it takes me about a half-minute. The learning never stops in this lifestyle if a woman takes advantage of what others know and is willing to practice what they have to offer.
I do not think our positive outcome is universal for all open marriages. Many, and perhaps most, wives will never truly consider having sex with another man. If a husband bullies her into it, we believe the outcome is more likely to be negative and can harm the woman's psyche. We mutually agreed this was a worthwhile path to at least try. For us, it worked out in ways I would never have anticipated at the outset. Anyone who has read the potential downsides expressed at this website should realize a marital arrangement can go south and it doesn't work as well for everyone.
We do not consider ourselves as role models for what others should or should not do. Experience has taught us this requires attributes not all have - good communication, understanding, trust, and a solid commitment to the marriage. The worse candidates for any sort of open marriage are those in troubled relationships. But we think that if husbands and wives are also lacking the other requirements, and if we were asked whether they should try it, we would suggest they not. My apologies for the downer expressed here, but our experience has taught us lessons we couldn't have anticipated at the beginning. The reality is far different from fantasies I harbored before my wife began fucking other men.
If a wife takes that first step voluntarily but cautiously, and her experiences are successful, we think she will wish to continue. And her personality will certainly change. We're unsure whether most husbands can accept that; but wannabees should be warned that, over time, she won't be the woman you once knew.
~ Des
I offer my apology to those who wrote, wondering why I haven't been online here over the past few days. Each of us is tied up with income tax prep, documents, and other "life" matters that have taken precedence. I haven't had time to update my journal either. Our firm's new partner Samantha and I were traveling last weekend for a new client, and I didn't return to the office until Tuesday morning.
Gigi has had more free time than me and a few others have filled in for me in bed. So I'll be selective in writing about that when I get back here.
Meanwhile, here's a response I had previously written to a member who posted a question about whether a wife's personality changes once she takes the plunge to become a hotwife. I think all will change. I had forgotten having responded to that posting until Farmgirl's husband agreeably responded to my remarks a day or so ago and I came across it this morning. Here's my take in response to that question:
We can offer our experiences as examples. In time, your wife certainly will not be the same if she is fucking other men. There will be changes, and you will know when the changes begin.
It took at least a year of encouragement for my wife to agree to date other men. Once she had experienced a three-month affair with a coworker, she concluded that having sex with just her husband made no sense. She set a rule at the outset that I would never be sexually involved with another woman, which of course is a contradiction to her claim that having sex only with a spouse isn't natural. I agreed and sternly kept my promise until the time came she gave limited approval under certain circumstances and only with certain women of who she approved. In the beginning, she was adamant on that point and personally harbored jealousy. As a result of her upbringing, she - like I - believes a marital contract is sacred and doesn't believe in separation or divorce except in extreme circumstances; those are physical or psychological abuse, the incarceration of a spouse for criminal activity, a spouse engaging in criminal activities, and other outrageous behaviors.
Her first affair was at age 28. She is now 35 and committed to this way of life. She has said many times she doesn't want to go back to the time when it was just the two of us, and I don't either. We both benefit from other men fucking her. She says to me, somewhat jokingly, "I do it for both of us . . . but mainly for me." It's a funny joke but I recognize the subtle truth in her comment.
She has come to better know almost any man's motivations, personality, needs, and more, even more than I do. She is a confident woman and successful in her career, which she attributes to her sexual experience. She is supremely confident in any social setting. She is independent and controls her sex life. She is in control of her emotions to an uncommon extent. Others look up to her at her employment and seek her advice. I recognize their reasons as being she seems to understand others and likely outcomes of various happenings. All that has developed over time as a result of her sexual activity and getting to know what others are really like. Not all, but most, will open themselves up when having sex with another. She considers all that as "continuing education."
My wife is not the same woman I married. She's better, and I wouldn't change a thing. Her personality is far different. Emotions such as worry, fear, and regret have become alien to her way of thinking. How she arrived at that stage of thinking is perhaps too lengthy to post here, but we have covered it in our "hotwife history" thread on this website. Essentially - through her experiences learned in having sex with others and unanticipated problems that sometimes arise - she came to believe all such emotions are useless in that none of those have any effective impact on problems; the only way a problem can be solved, she says, is through logical steps; and unnecessary emotions, she has learned, are in conflict with those efforts. All that has also rubbed off on me, so I'm continually learning as well.
Other educational lessons in life come about by some men who have taught her a number of skills unrelated to her profession in banking. Those are numerous, but one lesson other than - say, mechanical skills - is particularly helpful. A retired military firearms instructor taught her what he had learned in the Army - how to fall asleep quickly even when problems seem to be all about. She can drop off to sleep in ten seconds flat; she is a little better at that than me even though I try; it takes me about a half-minute. The learning never stops in this lifestyle if a woman takes advantage of what others know and is willing to practice what they have to offer.
I do not think our positive outcome is universal for all open marriages. Many, and perhaps most, wives will never truly consider having sex with another man. If a husband bullies her into it, we believe the outcome is more likely to be negative and can harm the woman's psyche. We mutually agreed this was a worthwhile path to at least try. For us, it worked out in ways I would never have anticipated at the outset. Anyone who has read the potential downsides expressed at this website should realize a marital arrangement can go south and it doesn't work as well for everyone.
We do not consider ourselves as role models for what others should or should not do. Experience has taught us this requires attributes not all have - good communication, understanding, trust, and a solid commitment to the marriage. The worse candidates for any sort of open marriage are those in troubled relationships. But we think that if husbands and wives are also lacking the other requirements, and if we were asked whether they should try it, we would suggest they not. My apologies for the downer expressed here, but our experience has taught us lessons we couldn't have anticipated at the beginning. The reality is far different from fantasies I harbored before my wife began fucking other men.
If a wife takes that first step voluntarily but cautiously, and her experiences are successful, we think she will wish to continue. And her personality will certainly change. We're unsure whether most husbands can accept that; but wannabees should be warned that, over time, she won't be the woman you once knew.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des,
If you liked that one then this one is right Gigi's alley. er.. um.. that didn't sound right... I WISH I was up her alley!!!
A man asked his wife, "Am I the only one you've ever been with?" She responded "Yes! All the others were nines and tens!!"
Ba da, bmp!
I'm sure she could find an appropriate time to use that one!!!
Rascal
If you liked that one then this one is right Gigi's alley. er.. um.. that didn't sound right... I WISH I was up her alley!!!
A man asked his wife, "Am I the only one you've ever been with?" She responded "Yes! All the others were nines and tens!!"
Ba da, bmp!
I'm sure she could find an appropriate time to use that one!!!
Rascal
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des,
as far as your response to Farmgirl's hubby, that pretty much sums it up!!! A very accurate description of you and Gigi's lifestyle. It seems they have a very good relationship as well and it works for them, even though both couples have a different twist, it suits the individual couple's needs!!! As it should!!! Of course there was very little new content in that response for those of us who have been following your story for a while.
Rascal
as far as your response to Farmgirl's hubby, that pretty much sums it up!!! A very accurate description of you and Gigi's lifestyle. It seems they have a very good relationship as well and it works for them, even though both couples have a different twist, it suits the individual couple's needs!!! As it should!!! Of course there was very little new content in that response for those of us who have been following your story for a while.
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
After a particularly busy few weeks, I’m home for the day and can fill in some recent happenings. Pardon the length, which mostly is copied from my personal journal this morning.
The late afternoon before Samantha and I were to leave the Friday before last for our trip to the new client’s offices, Gigi told me our former student guest Eric called her cell phone while she was on the way home from the bank. He had wanted to come over to our home Friday night, but she had planned a conflicting engagement. Gigi told him she and I would be out of town that night. In truth, she was to stay overnight with her friend Peter while I was away.
I left a few minutes before she was at the door to go to work. She grinned and said, “I hope you and Samantha are fucking again. Tell her you and I will take her up on her offer to go out to dinner soon.”
Our firm’s newest partner Samantha and I were to meet with her newest client and discuss their advertising needs. I picked her up at her and her husband’s home to drive the two-and-half-hour distance. I knew her husband to be a rather wealthy man but didn’t begin to realize just how affluent he is until driving up to their home.
Only four other mansion-sized homes are on the road leading to their place from a street five blocks past our town’s newest subdivision, and their more isolated home is the last at the end of the cul-de-sac. Until then seeing their home, I hadn’t before given consideration to how lavish she and her husband live. The two-story, six-bedroom, Italian-style residence has a quarter-mile driveway and well-landscaped lawn leading from the road. Samantha came out the door to meet me as I drove up, so I didn’t get to see its interior.
That morning, my wife Gigi packed her smaller duffel bag for a stay-over with her friend Peter. She and he had made plans to go bowling, then to his home for the night. Samantha assumed she and I would again be having sex during our time away, but I’ll get to that later. While Samantha and I were fucking in our hotel that night, my thoughts were on my wife and Peter whose dick was again to be drilling her that night and most likely the following morning.
I’ll get around to some remarks about my trip later. For me, the more interesting of these weeks' events was Gigi’s and Peter’s.
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Three guys fucked my wife over the past two weeks, but the details of all that would take the space of a short novel. In her opinion, the best of the three was a hot night with her friend Peter.
Gigi and Peter haven't had a bowling date for a while. The day before I left for my trip, Gigi phoned Peter and asked if he, his sister, and his sister’s boyfriend cared to go bowling the night I was to leave on Friday. His sister and boyfriend couldn’t make it, but Peter said he would pick her up at our home that night. “I remember it all,” she later told me as we lay in bed, “Every fucking moment.” She stroked my cock as she began her narrative.
Peter arrived around six p.m. His walked in, complaining about the ongoing inflation; he joked to my wife, “I don’t brag about spending a lot on anything, but I just left the gas station.” She grinned and said, “I hear that. We’re about to find out why my grandmother washed her aluminum foil and saved her bacon grease.”
They didn’t make it to the bowling alley. He kissed her deeply at the door. She offered him green tea and cake and they sat talking a few minutes on our couch. He laid an arm behind her neck at the back of the couch.
I had set him up with dates for Samantha whose elderly husband approves of her having sex with other men. He told her he had dated Samantha four nights over the past two weeks. Gigi grinned, asked for ”details,” and told him, “You really like fucking married women, don’t you?” Peter blushed and and said, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
She said, “I like it too. We don’t have to go to the bowling alley if you prefer to go to bed. You can stay the night if you want.” He pulled her close and planted his lips on hers. Gigi moaned and laid a hand atop his groin. Until feeling the stiff bulge beneath his slacks, she hadn’t noticed his cock had swollen in their brief time together. Peter murmured, “Being here with you is better than bowling.”
Their clothes puddled to the floor and she led him to our bedroom. Gigi turned to our Alexa player on the bedside table and requested 1950s do-whop music, a genre her grandparents once preferred and has long since been one of my wife’s favorites. I have often told her I think she was born in the wrong time. A line in whatever song first played was, “Tell me you love me, then you can say goodbye.” Peter grinned and said, “I don’t intend to tell you goodbye.” She chuckled and said, “You’d better not before morning. The feeling’s mutual.”
Gigi pulled back the top white sheet and plopped on her back onto the mattress. She stared at Peter who stood at the foot of the bed, looked down at her, and stroked his stiff dick. He knelt onto the mattress, parted her legs, and his mouth pressed against her cunt. Shutting her eyes, she squealed at the sensations of his tongue lashing her clitoris.
Her legs sat atop his shoulders. Minutes past until she screamed, “Oh goddd! I’m cumming!” Her head thrashed side to side as the orgasm raged through her body and soul. She whimpered, “Fuck me. Fuck me, please!” Her body shivering, she stared down to the narrow space between their bodies as he guided his cock to her opening.
As Gigi went on with her story, I knelt atop her and slid my dick into her hot cunt. She gasped and said, “There was no more foreplay. He just slammed into me and fucked me hard.” She relished every inch thrusting into her. Her legs encircled his waist. Her heels kicked his buttocks. She whispered to me she imagined me fucking Samantha like this at the same moment.
She said to Peter, “Fuck me like you fucked Sam.”
He thrust madly into her creaming cunt but said to her in a hushed tone, “It won’t be the same. I love fucking you more than anyone I’ve ever known.” His comment caused her head to spin with feelings long forgotten. Perhaps it was his word “love,” but she didn’t tell me that and I didn’t ask. Her mind and body roiled in fleeting emotions of momentary love, closeness in body and spirit, and unbridled lust.
She stammered to me, “We were one in body and soul.” Now, I was thrusting madly into her warm pussy. I was aroused as ever and my eyes opened wide as I stared down at my wife. My impression was she was then reliving the experience. She whined, “Are you okay with me telling you that?” I gasped, “Yes. I love it. I always want that for you when other men fuck you.”
As I rammed harder into her, she pressed the back of her head against the pillow and screamed, “I fucking LOVE you!” At that moment, I wasn’t sure whether she was saying that to me or to her mental image of Peter, but I really didn’t care. I loved it.
Peter rolled her over. Her face pressed against the mattress as he inserted his stiff pole into her pussy from her back. She raised her body to her knees and he pummeled her cunt with a vengeance. She moaned and said, “You feel so good.” She confessed she had missed their recent times at his place after they had left the bowling alley on their date nights. He told her he often jerked off thinking about their times together. She giggled and admitted, “Yeah, me too.” I usually know when she’s in bed with her rubbery, flesh-colored, vibrating dildo and assume she’s thinking about certain other guys at those times. So I’m sure she was telling him the truth about that.
She was in the middle of a sentence as I was cumming in response to her narrative. She grinned and said, “You’re so easy to please,” and went on with her story.
As he fucked hurriedly, Gigi recognized he was about to cum by his moans. She whimpered, “Oh yeah, I want it,” as his jizz erupted into her cuntal walls. They kissed deeply, then lay side by side until dozing off. He awoke her twice during the night and fucked her again. When the morning light streamed through the blinds above the bed, my wife leaned atop him and awakened him by sucking his cock to hardness. He whispered, “I want to fuck you,” and crawled between her legs. He didn’t cum again but my wife experienced another screaming orgasm.
Gigi wrapped her legs around his, and the bedside telephone rang. Beau was on the phone. Peter recognized she was talking with a male friend. He whispered to her, “Is that a guy you have fucked before?” She smiled and nodded affirmatively.
Peter parted her legs and went down on her as she talked with Beau. I don’t know the full conversation, but the most interesting comments came about when she said into the phone, “I hope you never think I’m a cougar who once took advantage of a 19-year-old guy. Beau laughed and said, “Absolutely not. At the time, it seemed every girl and guy at the college was having sex except me. You were my first. I think I hit the lottery by knowing you.” I didn’t know until Gigi told me that he was a virgin but realized immediately I had never heard him mention anyone with who he had before had sex. He went on to comment that my wife had introduced him to Ben’s wife, Liz, and reminded her of the foursome with the pharmacy student Jean. “Without knowing you,” he said, “None of that would have happened. You brought me to manhood.”
Gigi bit her lip in an effort to avoid moaning as Peter tongued her muff. Beau said Sherry wanted to go to breakfast and would have to hang up. They said their good-byes and she replaced the phone on its receiver.
Peter looked up and said, “You never told me you were fucking a younger guy.” Gigi smiled and said, “I haven’t told anyone about you either. But now you know, and I’ll never reveal his name or yours to anyone.” I was surprised she even mentioned any of that in Peter’s presence. She told me it was time for Peter to know their relationship was strictly sex, not a romantic involvement. I didn’t ask why he might think it could evolve to anything else, but she knows the depth and nature of relationships between her and other men better than I ever will. Aside from the hot sex she had that night, what pleased me most were Beau’s comments. I liked that a lot.
They drove separately to his place for a while before going on to breakfast, where she performed a few minutes of unanticipated plumbing work for him, then fucked again at his place.
She got up from bed and walked to the shower. When she dried off and dressed, Peter was no longer in the room. As she walked to the living room, she heard a buzzing sound. A flying object flew toward her from aside. She ducked as the small drone swept over her head. Looking up, she spotted Peter, attired in jeans and a white tee-shirt, sitting in our lounge chair. He chuckled, fiddled with the controller and brought the three-pronged drone to rest on the table alongside him. He said, “I got it out of my car trunk. Cool, huh?”
Gigi grinned and said, “Yeah, and dangerous.” She sat alongside him as he gave her flying instructions. They played with the toy and talked for another half hour before she looked at her Mickey Mouse watch and told him it was time for her to get home. She tells me she may buy one for herself, but I have no idea whether or not those have any practical purpose. I opined it’s a waste of money but won’t object if she really wants it.
The two went out for breakfast at a riverside diner, returned to his place. He suggested they could go for practice at the firing range that afternoon. She told him she “had things to do” and wanted to phone me. She left for home around noon.
She phoned me to inquire how things were going and asked if Sam and I had fucked. At that time, I was leaning against the hood of my car in front of a retail outlet where Samantha was shopping for a sun hat. I confessed I had and said I would tell her the details at home after hearing her night’s experience. She laughed and said, “I’m looking forward to that.”
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The Business Trip:
Samantha and I had planned to spend Friday afternoon and all day Saturday with the company’s executives and return Monday. As it turned out, the clients expressed their approval of our drafts and advice around six Friday afternoon. I told them we would return to their offices for a couple of hours Saturday morning for follow-up suggestions and contract signings.
We could have left for home that day. Instead, while driving back to our hotel, Samantha suggested we spend the following afternoon touring the town and return on Sunday as planned. I agreed.
Samantha had booked adjoining second-floor rooms, separated by an interlocking door. As we exited the elevator to our floor, she said, “How about a massage to work out your kinks from today?” She added that she likes giving massages as she had performed on me on our previous trip.
I told her I needed a shower first. She said, “Great. I’ll share the shower with you.”
The shower’s spray was already on me when she stepped in alongside me and reached for my cock. I pulled her close and kissed her with as the cascading water splashed onto the two of us. The massage followed. She straddled my back on the hotel’s bed. As she kneaded my shoulders, I reminded her of her confession that she had been with other women at times when she was once a young lounge dancer. My dick pulsated as she recounted a couple of events from her past. When I asked if she had a desire to be with another woman now, she said, “Maybe. It was fun, but I’m mostly straight.”
I allowed a moment to pass, then told her I have had fantasies of my wife having sex with another woman and me in a threesome. Without admitting my wife’s past, I inquired if Sam could think of a way to determine if Gigi is willing to have sex with her. She laughed and said, “Sure, if you can set up a private time for the three of us.”
I fucked her amid our mutual sighs and moans. As she later laid alongside me, she said she planned to break off the brief relationship with Peter the following week. I asked her reason. She said, “I don’t need two men. I prefer you whenever you’re available, but I won’t be a pest.”
I responded that my marriage won’t allow me time to become involved in an ongoing affair. She said, “It doesn’t have to be a weekly thing. I just want to know you better, and I’ll be happy to mostly just have lunch alone with you. We can fuck whenever you want.” I recalled Gigi’s remark about taking Sam up on her offer to have dinner with her some night. I said, “My wife said she would be pleased to take you up on your offer to have dinner with the two of us.”
She grinned and said, “How about next Saturday night?” I said I would check with Gigi. She asked if I was serious about a threesome with my her and my wife. I said I would love that. She stroked her fingernails through my hair and murmured, “You and she may be surprised at her response. More women fantasize that than most realize.”
I think Samantha will be the one of the three of us who will be the most surprised at my wife’s reaction. Gigi later agreed to the coming Saturday evening dinner. We haven’t yet decided where that will be, but I told Gigi about Sam’s and my conversation about a threesome. She chuckled and said, “I’ll do it if you want, but I’m not telling her of my past experiences. I’ll play the role of a bi-virgin and see where it goes.”
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For the reason a minor event isn’t about sex and probably doesn’t fit here, I almost didn’t include these follow-up remarks but changed my mind. Sam and I had lunch with another partner Wednesday afternoon. He had to get back to the office a few minutes before she or I were ready to leave. I mentioned to her I found her and her husband’s home is impressive. She said her elderly spouse owns six other residences - three local rentals and two more in Florida. The Florida homes, one in the town of Destin and the other in Gulf Port, are managed by real estate agents who collect the rent and maintain them. I asked why, with that sort of wealth, she bothers to work at all.
She has told me before she likes working, particularly for the ad agency, but this time went into more detail. Although she had been a ward of the State during much younger years, she has supported herself since she was 15. “Work,” she said, “gives me a sense of worth. I don’t want to be a ‘kept’ woman. If you’re wondering whether I intend to stay with the firm, my answer is ‘absolutely.’ And my husband is fine with that.” Her husband says that, at his age, he anticipates living perhaps another ten years. His Last Will and Testament leaves all he owns to Samantha. She went on to say she is determined to continue working just as her husband does and hopes her new career with the advertising agency will last until she retires.
Having heard that, my admiration for my newest partner attained a new level. Aside from the wealth factor, her attitude is much like that of my wife. After thinking over Sam’s comments, I wondered whether I would continue working under her circumstances. And actually, I think I would. I like what I do. I’m a writer and a salesman, and I like meeting people. That would be difficult for me to give up, and I think Samantha is beginning to appreciate the same parts of this job. If people like what they do for a living, it becomes addictive.
~ Des
The late afternoon before Samantha and I were to leave the Friday before last for our trip to the new client’s offices, Gigi told me our former student guest Eric called her cell phone while she was on the way home from the bank. He had wanted to come over to our home Friday night, but she had planned a conflicting engagement. Gigi told him she and I would be out of town that night. In truth, she was to stay overnight with her friend Peter while I was away.
I left a few minutes before she was at the door to go to work. She grinned and said, “I hope you and Samantha are fucking again. Tell her you and I will take her up on her offer to go out to dinner soon.”
Our firm’s newest partner Samantha and I were to meet with her newest client and discuss their advertising needs. I picked her up at her and her husband’s home to drive the two-and-half-hour distance. I knew her husband to be a rather wealthy man but didn’t begin to realize just how affluent he is until driving up to their home.
Only four other mansion-sized homes are on the road leading to their place from a street five blocks past our town’s newest subdivision, and their more isolated home is the last at the end of the cul-de-sac. Until then seeing their home, I hadn’t before given consideration to how lavish she and her husband live. The two-story, six-bedroom, Italian-style residence has a quarter-mile driveway and well-landscaped lawn leading from the road. Samantha came out the door to meet me as I drove up, so I didn’t get to see its interior.
That morning, my wife Gigi packed her smaller duffel bag for a stay-over with her friend Peter. She and he had made plans to go bowling, then to his home for the night. Samantha assumed she and I would again be having sex during our time away, but I’ll get to that later. While Samantha and I were fucking in our hotel that night, my thoughts were on my wife and Peter whose dick was again to be drilling her that night and most likely the following morning.
I’ll get around to some remarks about my trip later. For me, the more interesting of these weeks' events was Gigi’s and Peter’s.
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Three guys fucked my wife over the past two weeks, but the details of all that would take the space of a short novel. In her opinion, the best of the three was a hot night with her friend Peter.
Gigi and Peter haven't had a bowling date for a while. The day before I left for my trip, Gigi phoned Peter and asked if he, his sister, and his sister’s boyfriend cared to go bowling the night I was to leave on Friday. His sister and boyfriend couldn’t make it, but Peter said he would pick her up at our home that night. “I remember it all,” she later told me as we lay in bed, “Every fucking moment.” She stroked my cock as she began her narrative.
Peter arrived around six p.m. His walked in, complaining about the ongoing inflation; he joked to my wife, “I don’t brag about spending a lot on anything, but I just left the gas station.” She grinned and said, “I hear that. We’re about to find out why my grandmother washed her aluminum foil and saved her bacon grease.”
They didn’t make it to the bowling alley. He kissed her deeply at the door. She offered him green tea and cake and they sat talking a few minutes on our couch. He laid an arm behind her neck at the back of the couch.
I had set him up with dates for Samantha whose elderly husband approves of her having sex with other men. He told her he had dated Samantha four nights over the past two weeks. Gigi grinned, asked for ”details,” and told him, “You really like fucking married women, don’t you?” Peter blushed and and said, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
She said, “I like it too. We don’t have to go to the bowling alley if you prefer to go to bed. You can stay the night if you want.” He pulled her close and planted his lips on hers. Gigi moaned and laid a hand atop his groin. Until feeling the stiff bulge beneath his slacks, she hadn’t noticed his cock had swollen in their brief time together. Peter murmured, “Being here with you is better than bowling.”
Their clothes puddled to the floor and she led him to our bedroom. Gigi turned to our Alexa player on the bedside table and requested 1950s do-whop music, a genre her grandparents once preferred and has long since been one of my wife’s favorites. I have often told her I think she was born in the wrong time. A line in whatever song first played was, “Tell me you love me, then you can say goodbye.” Peter grinned and said, “I don’t intend to tell you goodbye.” She chuckled and said, “You’d better not before morning. The feeling’s mutual.”
Gigi pulled back the top white sheet and plopped on her back onto the mattress. She stared at Peter who stood at the foot of the bed, looked down at her, and stroked his stiff dick. He knelt onto the mattress, parted her legs, and his mouth pressed against her cunt. Shutting her eyes, she squealed at the sensations of his tongue lashing her clitoris.
Her legs sat atop his shoulders. Minutes past until she screamed, “Oh goddd! I’m cumming!” Her head thrashed side to side as the orgasm raged through her body and soul. She whimpered, “Fuck me. Fuck me, please!” Her body shivering, she stared down to the narrow space between their bodies as he guided his cock to her opening.
As Gigi went on with her story, I knelt atop her and slid my dick into her hot cunt. She gasped and said, “There was no more foreplay. He just slammed into me and fucked me hard.” She relished every inch thrusting into her. Her legs encircled his waist. Her heels kicked his buttocks. She whispered to me she imagined me fucking Samantha like this at the same moment.
She said to Peter, “Fuck me like you fucked Sam.”
He thrust madly into her creaming cunt but said to her in a hushed tone, “It won’t be the same. I love fucking you more than anyone I’ve ever known.” His comment caused her head to spin with feelings long forgotten. Perhaps it was his word “love,” but she didn’t tell me that and I didn’t ask. Her mind and body roiled in fleeting emotions of momentary love, closeness in body and spirit, and unbridled lust.
She stammered to me, “We were one in body and soul.” Now, I was thrusting madly into her warm pussy. I was aroused as ever and my eyes opened wide as I stared down at my wife. My impression was she was then reliving the experience. She whined, “Are you okay with me telling you that?” I gasped, “Yes. I love it. I always want that for you when other men fuck you.”
As I rammed harder into her, she pressed the back of her head against the pillow and screamed, “I fucking LOVE you!” At that moment, I wasn’t sure whether she was saying that to me or to her mental image of Peter, but I really didn’t care. I loved it.
Peter rolled her over. Her face pressed against the mattress as he inserted his stiff pole into her pussy from her back. She raised her body to her knees and he pummeled her cunt with a vengeance. She moaned and said, “You feel so good.” She confessed she had missed their recent times at his place after they had left the bowling alley on their date nights. He told her he often jerked off thinking about their times together. She giggled and admitted, “Yeah, me too.” I usually know when she’s in bed with her rubbery, flesh-colored, vibrating dildo and assume she’s thinking about certain other guys at those times. So I’m sure she was telling him the truth about that.
She was in the middle of a sentence as I was cumming in response to her narrative. She grinned and said, “You’re so easy to please,” and went on with her story.
As he fucked hurriedly, Gigi recognized he was about to cum by his moans. She whimpered, “Oh yeah, I want it,” as his jizz erupted into her cuntal walls. They kissed deeply, then lay side by side until dozing off. He awoke her twice during the night and fucked her again. When the morning light streamed through the blinds above the bed, my wife leaned atop him and awakened him by sucking his cock to hardness. He whispered, “I want to fuck you,” and crawled between her legs. He didn’t cum again but my wife experienced another screaming orgasm.
Gigi wrapped her legs around his, and the bedside telephone rang. Beau was on the phone. Peter recognized she was talking with a male friend. He whispered to her, “Is that a guy you have fucked before?” She smiled and nodded affirmatively.
Peter parted her legs and went down on her as she talked with Beau. I don’t know the full conversation, but the most interesting comments came about when she said into the phone, “I hope you never think I’m a cougar who once took advantage of a 19-year-old guy. Beau laughed and said, “Absolutely not. At the time, it seemed every girl and guy at the college was having sex except me. You were my first. I think I hit the lottery by knowing you.” I didn’t know until Gigi told me that he was a virgin but realized immediately I had never heard him mention anyone with who he had before had sex. He went on to comment that my wife had introduced him to Ben’s wife, Liz, and reminded her of the foursome with the pharmacy student Jean. “Without knowing you,” he said, “None of that would have happened. You brought me to manhood.”
Gigi bit her lip in an effort to avoid moaning as Peter tongued her muff. Beau said Sherry wanted to go to breakfast and would have to hang up. They said their good-byes and she replaced the phone on its receiver.
Peter looked up and said, “You never told me you were fucking a younger guy.” Gigi smiled and said, “I haven’t told anyone about you either. But now you know, and I’ll never reveal his name or yours to anyone.” I was surprised she even mentioned any of that in Peter’s presence. She told me it was time for Peter to know their relationship was strictly sex, not a romantic involvement. I didn’t ask why he might think it could evolve to anything else, but she knows the depth and nature of relationships between her and other men better than I ever will. Aside from the hot sex she had that night, what pleased me most were Beau’s comments. I liked that a lot.
They drove separately to his place for a while before going on to breakfast, where she performed a few minutes of unanticipated plumbing work for him, then fucked again at his place.
She got up from bed and walked to the shower. When she dried off and dressed, Peter was no longer in the room. As she walked to the living room, she heard a buzzing sound. A flying object flew toward her from aside. She ducked as the small drone swept over her head. Looking up, she spotted Peter, attired in jeans and a white tee-shirt, sitting in our lounge chair. He chuckled, fiddled with the controller and brought the three-pronged drone to rest on the table alongside him. He said, “I got it out of my car trunk. Cool, huh?”
Gigi grinned and said, “Yeah, and dangerous.” She sat alongside him as he gave her flying instructions. They played with the toy and talked for another half hour before she looked at her Mickey Mouse watch and told him it was time for her to get home. She tells me she may buy one for herself, but I have no idea whether or not those have any practical purpose. I opined it’s a waste of money but won’t object if she really wants it.
The two went out for breakfast at a riverside diner, returned to his place. He suggested they could go for practice at the firing range that afternoon. She told him she “had things to do” and wanted to phone me. She left for home around noon.
She phoned me to inquire how things were going and asked if Sam and I had fucked. At that time, I was leaning against the hood of my car in front of a retail outlet where Samantha was shopping for a sun hat. I confessed I had and said I would tell her the details at home after hearing her night’s experience. She laughed and said, “I’m looking forward to that.”
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The Business Trip:
Samantha and I had planned to spend Friday afternoon and all day Saturday with the company’s executives and return Monday. As it turned out, the clients expressed their approval of our drafts and advice around six Friday afternoon. I told them we would return to their offices for a couple of hours Saturday morning for follow-up suggestions and contract signings.
We could have left for home that day. Instead, while driving back to our hotel, Samantha suggested we spend the following afternoon touring the town and return on Sunday as planned. I agreed.
Samantha had booked adjoining second-floor rooms, separated by an interlocking door. As we exited the elevator to our floor, she said, “How about a massage to work out your kinks from today?” She added that she likes giving massages as she had performed on me on our previous trip.
I told her I needed a shower first. She said, “Great. I’ll share the shower with you.”
The shower’s spray was already on me when she stepped in alongside me and reached for my cock. I pulled her close and kissed her with as the cascading water splashed onto the two of us. The massage followed. She straddled my back on the hotel’s bed. As she kneaded my shoulders, I reminded her of her confession that she had been with other women at times when she was once a young lounge dancer. My dick pulsated as she recounted a couple of events from her past. When I asked if she had a desire to be with another woman now, she said, “Maybe. It was fun, but I’m mostly straight.”
I allowed a moment to pass, then told her I have had fantasies of my wife having sex with another woman and me in a threesome. Without admitting my wife’s past, I inquired if Sam could think of a way to determine if Gigi is willing to have sex with her. She laughed and said, “Sure, if you can set up a private time for the three of us.”
I fucked her amid our mutual sighs and moans. As she later laid alongside me, she said she planned to break off the brief relationship with Peter the following week. I asked her reason. She said, “I don’t need two men. I prefer you whenever you’re available, but I won’t be a pest.”
I responded that my marriage won’t allow me time to become involved in an ongoing affair. She said, “It doesn’t have to be a weekly thing. I just want to know you better, and I’ll be happy to mostly just have lunch alone with you. We can fuck whenever you want.” I recalled Gigi’s remark about taking Sam up on her offer to have dinner with her some night. I said, “My wife said she would be pleased to take you up on your offer to have dinner with the two of us.”
She grinned and said, “How about next Saturday night?” I said I would check with Gigi. She asked if I was serious about a threesome with my her and my wife. I said I would love that. She stroked her fingernails through my hair and murmured, “You and she may be surprised at her response. More women fantasize that than most realize.”
I think Samantha will be the one of the three of us who will be the most surprised at my wife’s reaction. Gigi later agreed to the coming Saturday evening dinner. We haven’t yet decided where that will be, but I told Gigi about Sam’s and my conversation about a threesome. She chuckled and said, “I’ll do it if you want, but I’m not telling her of my past experiences. I’ll play the role of a bi-virgin and see where it goes.”
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For the reason a minor event isn’t about sex and probably doesn’t fit here, I almost didn’t include these follow-up remarks but changed my mind. Sam and I had lunch with another partner Wednesday afternoon. He had to get back to the office a few minutes before she or I were ready to leave. I mentioned to her I found her and her husband’s home is impressive. She said her elderly spouse owns six other residences - three local rentals and two more in Florida. The Florida homes, one in the town of Destin and the other in Gulf Port, are managed by real estate agents who collect the rent and maintain them. I asked why, with that sort of wealth, she bothers to work at all.
She has told me before she likes working, particularly for the ad agency, but this time went into more detail. Although she had been a ward of the State during much younger years, she has supported herself since she was 15. “Work,” she said, “gives me a sense of worth. I don’t want to be a ‘kept’ woman. If you’re wondering whether I intend to stay with the firm, my answer is ‘absolutely.’ And my husband is fine with that.” Her husband says that, at his age, he anticipates living perhaps another ten years. His Last Will and Testament leaves all he owns to Samantha. She went on to say she is determined to continue working just as her husband does and hopes her new career with the advertising agency will last until she retires.
Having heard that, my admiration for my newest partner attained a new level. Aside from the wealth factor, her attitude is much like that of my wife. After thinking over Sam’s comments, I wondered whether I would continue working under her circumstances. And actually, I think I would. I like what I do. I’m a writer and a salesman, and I like meeting people. That would be difficult for me to give up, and I think Samantha is beginning to appreciate the same parts of this job. If people like what they do for a living, it becomes addictive.
~ Des
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I do love hearing of your time with Samantha, you may not equal Gigi's experiences, but in you own quiet way, women don't have to be pressganged into fucking you. You often say you don't last very long when your wife tells of her experiences, and it would appear that you wife gets a bit of pleasure in the telling also. The repeat dates that you have with several women would indicate you are no slouch between the sheets. At first I assumed that Gigi eased up in her strictures of your relationship with other women, out of a sense of fairness but she has got much more relaxed, and now also wants details.
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Great story Des. I was a little confused. It seems Gigi and Peter started at your place but ended staying overnight at his. Is that correct?
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Hi Tracey. They left our place in separate cars for breakfast at the main riverside restaurant (after first stopping off at his place for maybe an hour), after which she returned home. The restaurant is closer to his place than ours, but they spent the night at our home.
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Thanks for the update, Des!!! I get the feeling that Gigi's kink has expanded somewhat as your influence has grown on her!! What do I mean??? Well, I think she's now enjoying the idea of you fucking other women almost as much as you like the idea of her fucking other guys. Ok, well, maybe not AS much as you but you see my point.
Back in years before Vixen and I got into the LS, we went to Vegas for a quick get away. I had been telling her about how men sometimes would like to watch their wives being fucked by another man for the simple reason that men can't really see how their wifes look when they are fucking. It's a very visual thing and everybody knows men are very visually stimulated. So she asks if I wanted to go to a strip club. I said only if you go along and she readily agreed. So off we went to the Palomino Club where there was full nudity and alcohol. We enjoyed the evening and after a couple of hours she asked me if I wanted a lap dance with one of the girls. I was thinking this might be a trap of some kind but I was honest and said that it would be very different and she said SHE would buy me a lap dance if she could go along and just watch. We asked if that was allowed and the answer was YES!!! So, I picked a very nice pretty dancer who had a chest just as good as Vixen's and we went up stairs. She just watched as I began to be touchy with the dancer and then full on groping her and feeling her tits without reserve. Vixen was watching intently and I just asked if she wanted to touch for just a quick moment, she said no, so I whispered to the dancer on the other side from Vixen if Vixen could touch her briefly and feel her tits. The answer was sure!! So, I just reached out, took Vixen's hand and put it on the dancers tit and held it there for a moment. I let go and she continued to feel her for another 20 or 30 seconds before she took her hand away. Shortly after the lap dance we left the club and the rest of the evening was pretty usual. We got back to the hotel and I asked her what was the lap dance thing about? She finally told me that my talking about watching other men fucking their wives made her wonder what it looked like for me to be with another woman, so she asked about the lap dance. She said she really enjoyed watching my hands on her and the look on my face was one that was different than she had seen on me before. I think it was then that she realized that when we fuck we don't really see our partner. We see PART of our partner but we don't see all the movement or the looks on the face as if we were aside and watching. It was then we started talking about watching each other with someone else.
So why did I write all of that?? I do apologize for the length. It was to say that I get the feeling Gigi has started to think about what Des looks like when he's fucking a woman. As far as I know, she has only seen you fuck the Boss's wife and Sherry. I think she gets really turned on thinking about what it looks like to see your dick sliding into a woman and seeing how you whole body moves as you do so. Now she wants more details and I believe her kink has grown. She likes hearing you describe how you fucked another woman as much as you like to hear about her. I think those thoughts are what has allowed her to relax her restrictions so she can hear more. And now with the invitation for Sam to join you two, I believe she wants to see more of you in action, and gives her another opportunity to have fun with another lady. Also, I think she might just be happy to see the good work you do on the others and she may even get a sense of pride from that!! Ok, I may be WAY off on these thoughts of mine but they are what comes to my mind as I read your comments.
Rascal
Back in years before Vixen and I got into the LS, we went to Vegas for a quick get away. I had been telling her about how men sometimes would like to watch their wives being fucked by another man for the simple reason that men can't really see how their wifes look when they are fucking. It's a very visual thing and everybody knows men are very visually stimulated. So she asks if I wanted to go to a strip club. I said only if you go along and she readily agreed. So off we went to the Palomino Club where there was full nudity and alcohol. We enjoyed the evening and after a couple of hours she asked me if I wanted a lap dance with one of the girls. I was thinking this might be a trap of some kind but I was honest and said that it would be very different and she said SHE would buy me a lap dance if she could go along and just watch. We asked if that was allowed and the answer was YES!!! So, I picked a very nice pretty dancer who had a chest just as good as Vixen's and we went up stairs. She just watched as I began to be touchy with the dancer and then full on groping her and feeling her tits without reserve. Vixen was watching intently and I just asked if she wanted to touch for just a quick moment, she said no, so I whispered to the dancer on the other side from Vixen if Vixen could touch her briefly and feel her tits. The answer was sure!! So, I just reached out, took Vixen's hand and put it on the dancers tit and held it there for a moment. I let go and she continued to feel her for another 20 or 30 seconds before she took her hand away. Shortly after the lap dance we left the club and the rest of the evening was pretty usual. We got back to the hotel and I asked her what was the lap dance thing about? She finally told me that my talking about watching other men fucking their wives made her wonder what it looked like for me to be with another woman, so she asked about the lap dance. She said she really enjoyed watching my hands on her and the look on my face was one that was different than she had seen on me before. I think it was then that she realized that when we fuck we don't really see our partner. We see PART of our partner but we don't see all the movement or the looks on the face as if we were aside and watching. It was then we started talking about watching each other with someone else.
So why did I write all of that?? I do apologize for the length. It was to say that I get the feeling Gigi has started to think about what Des looks like when he's fucking a woman. As far as I know, she has only seen you fuck the Boss's wife and Sherry. I think she gets really turned on thinking about what it looks like to see your dick sliding into a woman and seeing how you whole body moves as you do so. Now she wants more details and I believe her kink has grown. She likes hearing you describe how you fucked another woman as much as you like to hear about her. I think those thoughts are what has allowed her to relax her restrictions so she can hear more. And now with the invitation for Sam to join you two, I believe she wants to see more of you in action, and gives her another opportunity to have fun with another lady. Also, I think she might just be happy to see the good work you do on the others and she may even get a sense of pride from that!! Ok, I may be WAY off on these thoughts of mine but they are what comes to my mind as I read your comments.
Rascal
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Simply Awesome Update Des, and here again I appreciate all of the time you take to provide details about the encounter. Gigi's recollection of her time w/Peter is awesome and so is your recollection of being w/ Samantha. I really love the fact that Gigi wants to hear about your time w/ her and even better she has agreed to have a 3some with you and Samantha. That will be off the charts hot and I am sure Gigi and Samantha will fit each other like a glove. My mind is running wild just thinking about. Hope you're having a good week....Cheers
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Thanks for all that, Rascal and all.
Tracey had a good question that reminds me my journal often is lacking in certain details that don't occur to me when I'm typing. And that isn't the only reason. A lot happens in these encounters that seem irrelevant to me, as also came about during Peter's and Gigi's time together. When leaving our home to go to breakfast at one of his favorite diners, Peter wanted to first stop by his place. When she told me that, I suspected he just wanted to fuck her again in his own bed.
That stopover is a good example of parts left out. Soon after entering his home, my wife noticed water having puddled from beneath a cabinet door and onto his kitchen floor. She opened the door beneath his sink and spotted drips from a pipe's connecter leading to his sink. She asked for a wrench and told Peter to turn off the outside water main. She tightened the ring to stop the leak, wiped up the water with a mop and towel, and told him he should also buy a rubber ring from his local hardware store for the connector or even better call a plumber to make sure it was permanently secure. (Pardon that run-on sentence.) He has since told her the pipe hasn't again leaked, so he didn't need to do anything else.
Those sorts of ordinary events are often missing in these narratives, and Tracey's confusion over my lack of explanation isn't the first time some have written about that. I added a few words in the write-up above to make it more clear but should have noticed that before copying and pasting it to this thread.
~ Des
Tracey had a good question that reminds me my journal often is lacking in certain details that don't occur to me when I'm typing. And that isn't the only reason. A lot happens in these encounters that seem irrelevant to me, as also came about during Peter's and Gigi's time together. When leaving our home to go to breakfast at one of his favorite diners, Peter wanted to first stop by his place. When she told me that, I suspected he just wanted to fuck her again in his own bed.
That stopover is a good example of parts left out. Soon after entering his home, my wife noticed water having puddled from beneath a cabinet door and onto his kitchen floor. She opened the door beneath his sink and spotted drips from a pipe's connecter leading to his sink. She asked for a wrench and told Peter to turn off the outside water main. She tightened the ring to stop the leak, wiped up the water with a mop and towel, and told him he should also buy a rubber ring from his local hardware store for the connector or even better call a plumber to make sure it was permanently secure. (Pardon that run-on sentence.) He has since told her the pipe hasn't again leaked, so he didn't need to do anything else.
Those sorts of ordinary events are often missing in these narratives, and Tracey's confusion over my lack of explanation isn't the first time some have written about that. I added a few words in the write-up above to make it more clear but should have noticed that before copying and pasting it to this thread.
~ Des
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Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Gigi is an expert on all kinds of plumbing, what a woman! Great update Des!
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
You’re correct pixamangurn, Gigi cleaned out Peter’s pipe good and proper.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des writes: She tightened the ring to stop the leak, wiped up the water with a mop and towel, and told him he should also buy a rubber ring from his local hardware store for the connector.
those are the details that enhance your chronicle: Although Peter may have mistakenly stretched the ring round his cock, thinking Gigi would be practicing her dominant skills on him.
those are the details that enhance your chronicle: Although Peter may have mistakenly stretched the ring round his cock, thinking Gigi would be practicing her dominant skills on him.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I occasionally get private messages from others who have noticed I have written about my wife's various hobbies but wonder what mine are. She has more. On occasion, I will accompany and join her in some of those interests if she isn't involved in them with others but not often.
My favorite pastime is when she is telling me in great detail about other guys having fucking her while I'm (later) fucking her.
A close second to that is watching surreptitiously from a doorway or on my computer from our bedroom cams. And as a third, it would be the thrill of remembering any of those and I'm alone as I'm jerking off to the memories. Beyond that, I can remember - on a few rare occasions - when someone else was jerking me off while I recall any of that; that was pretty good too.
Then, there's writing about it here to share with you.
All else I might do pales in comparison to that. In my way of thinking, my work is more of a hobby than just a job, so those advantages offer me a rather happy and fulfilled life. To some, that probably makes me a boring guy, but I don't see it that way.
And have I ever mentioned her favorite of all hobbies? That would be when other guys are fucking her.
~ Des
My favorite pastime is when she is telling me in great detail about other guys having fucking her while I'm (later) fucking her.
A close second to that is watching surreptitiously from a doorway or on my computer from our bedroom cams. And as a third, it would be the thrill of remembering any of those and I'm alone as I'm jerking off to the memories. Beyond that, I can remember - on a few rare occasions - when someone else was jerking me off while I recall any of that; that was pretty good too. Then, there's writing about it here to share with you.
All else I might do pales in comparison to that. In my way of thinking, my work is more of a hobby than just a job, so those advantages offer me a rather happy and fulfilled life. To some, that probably makes me a boring guy, but I don't see it that way.
And have I ever mentioned her favorite of all hobbies? That would be when other guys are fucking her.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des,
I totally understand your comments here!! There are only so many hours of the day and we can't do all that we have interest in all the time. I'm sure you do have other interests but what you have noted here are certainly a very large part of your being these days! As I have said before, I believe Gigi and I share many interests (fucking men is NOT one of them!!!) and I think it would be amazing to spend some "friend" time with her. That meaning just friends and not sex partners, although I have to admit I would love to contribute to her continued sexual interests in other men!!
The weather is begining to warm some, does she have any interest in star gazing with her telescope? Has she worked with her private investigator buddy lately???
Rascal
I totally understand your comments here!! There are only so many hours of the day and we can't do all that we have interest in all the time. I'm sure you do have other interests but what you have noted here are certainly a very large part of your being these days! As I have said before, I believe Gigi and I share many interests (fucking men is NOT one of them!!!) and I think it would be amazing to spend some "friend" time with her. That meaning just friends and not sex partners, although I have to admit I would love to contribute to her continued sexual interests in other men!!
The weather is begining to warm some, does she have any interest in star gazing with her telescope? Has she worked with her private investigator buddy lately???
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des Writes: my work is more of a hobby than just a job,
That would give the impression that you take your work lightly, whereas you treat it with serious dedication, not comparable but a few steps down your marriage, How could I know that? Well the detail in your writing is all the evidence I would need.
That would give the impression that you take your work lightly, whereas you treat it with serious dedication, not comparable but a few steps down your marriage, How could I know that? Well the detail in your writing is all the evidence I would need.