My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[solstice]

Des writes: And have I ever mentioned her favorite of all hobbies? That would be when other guys are fucking her.

You are elevating the word hobbies I think it may be akin to a religious experience, although not quite comparable to a Damascus Road
encounter.

[Des 31]

Des,
. . . .

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

Hi Rascal. Yes, she's still star-gazing and seems something of an expert about that now. She has talked with her former astronomer teacher several times by phone but neither has yet had another "in-person" event since her trip to where he's now teaching.

It's very early morning here but I was up early to check on my wife and her overnight guest. Our exchange student friend Eric stayed overnight with Gigi. His host family is out of town until Sunday visiting friends who had moved away a year or more ago. I slept in our guest room. A few minutes ago, I checked on the two in our master bedroom to find both were still asleep after fucking more times than I now know. Tonight, she and I are having dinner with Samantha as mentioned in the previous posting above. Samantha told me at the office yesterday she told her husband she may stay over with us after dinner, dependent upon how the evening goes. I informed Gigi about Samantha's intentions as Sam and I had talked about, so both women are aware of the intent of this meeting. I didn't tell Samantha I have told Gigi about the real intent of this get-together as written above in my previous posting.

I'll probably get around to writing about last night before we leave for dinner. You asked about her private investigator instructor. I had thought about adding a related event when I wrote here the last time. I didn't because I considered the non-sexual content didn't really fit with the intent of the website, but it has the potential of a major change in my wife's career. I didn't really think most would be interested, but here it is:

A couple of weeks ago on her way home from work, she stopped by for a casual visit at the office of the private investigator who trained her. He said he had intended to call her soon to consider a career change. He and another agency are planning to merge late this year, giving them offices in three cities. A lot of private investigators are in our region, but these two believe their agency could potentially become the state’s largest of its kind. Their intention is to expand into financial investigation services for which she’s qualified, and both also wish to add another female investigator.

He asked Gigi if she would consider joining the firm. If she agreed, she would be a full partner in the firm and her name on the doors. He and the other PI head agreed that, with her background and contacts, there will be no need for a buy-in.

Dependent upon where she stands at the bank upon her boss’ retirement at year’s end, she may actually consider it and will let them know no later than the end of September. There’s no doubt she would have a loss of income at the outset, but I told her it’s her decision. She will be meeting with the head of the larger PI out-of-town firm sometime this month.

Assuming she agrees, she tells me she will need to inform the other two partners - after all sign a confidentiality agreement - of her and my lifestyle. We suspect the PI agency owner who trained her already knows. That’s the only part with which I’m uncomfortable but understand her many reasons (Don’t ask for an explanation; I won’t be allowed to do that).

As they were talking, an operative walked in and expressed his frustration on tracking down a subject as a potential court case witness. Gigi asked to see the file. Up to a month before, the 25-year-old subject was living with, and supported by, his mother and attending the local community college until dropping out. He moved out to escape bills and personal problems. The mother claimed she didn’t know his whereabouts, and he isn’t listed by the telephone or power companies. Neighbors, the man’s previous part-time employer, and the community college records had no forwarding address. The search was at a dead-end.

Gigi asked the agency head for permission to try for a couple of hours. The operative photo copied the man’s school pic and the two-page file. Gigi wrote down his former address, left for home to change to jeans. sweatshirt, boots, and denim jacket and drove to his mom’s home. Gigi told the woman she had attended classes with her son and was one of his school friends. She said she wanted to reconnect with him and asked if he was home.

The mother was expressed surprise, saying she didn’t know he had any friends. pleased to hear that and said she always wanted him “to know a nice girl like you.” Gigi was invited in for tea. While the woman was brewing cups in the kitchen, Gigi noticed a credit card bill on a table near the front door. Several almost-daily charges were listed for a downtown diner. She suspected the mother may still be paying the guy’s bills on a shared credit card.

She chatted a while with his mom and drove to the diner. The owner told her the guy is pretty much a loner but shows up regularly for breakfast at six to six-thirty every morning. The owner thinks the man has a job somewhere near the diner but didn't know where or just what he does for a living. She called the PI and told him an operative can catch him at the diner the following morning. She was offered $50 for her work but told the boss to forget it, that she enjoyed the mission. He said her successful efforts are yet another reason they could use an additional female operative.

The operative who had searched for the guy told her on speaker-phone her creative method was “pretty cool.” I hope none complain about the length of this no-sex update, but I answered the question.

I should have time before we go out tonight to fill in what I know about Eric fucking my wife last night. She and I have good sex, but I hear more screams and moans when she's with other guys who also seem to last longer. I sometimes think I get more excited hearing her stories than the guys do when fucking her.

~ Des

[Scotch98]

Great update Des and I am looking forward to hearing about last night's time w/ Eric. I'll bet it drives you nuts hearing her scream and moan w/ Eric and others. I'm especially looking forward to hearing about your dinner w/ Sam and the the evening you have after that. I ma sure it will be super hot!!!! Have a great day and a REALLY great time tonight....Cheers

[solstice]

I think you may be mistaken that readers of your postings are disinterested in non sexual aspects of you and Gigi's life. I can only speak for myself, but with so little absorbing going on in my life, I lap up every detail.
Would Gigi's terms of employment allow her to do a little moonlighting for this agency, I was of the opinion that your wife loved her present work, and is so highly thought of at the bank, together with he big promotion on the cards, that changing careers would be a non-starter.

[Des 31]

Great update Des and I am looking forward to hearing about last night's time w/ Eric. I'll bet it drives you nuts hearing her scream and moan w/ Eric and others. I'm especially looking forward to hearing about your dinner w/ Sam and the the evening you have after that. I am sure it will be super hot!!!! Have a great day and a REALLY great time tonight....Cheers

Hi, Scotch. Appreciated your comments and think it would be best to wait on posting my wife's adventures of the previous evening after we meet with Samantha tonight. I haven't yet posted last night to my journal, but I can add that to Sam's visit tomorrow.

When I left our computer room to make breakfast for us, I walked by our bedroom door I had left ajar earlier, and he was fucking my wife madly. She was screaming, "Yes, yes, yes!" repeatedly. When they joined me in robes at the kitchen table, she told Eric she will miss him greatly when he returns to his home country. He responded he wants to make the most of their relationship before he returns.

I think you may be mistaken that readers of your postings are disinterested in non sexual aspects of you and Gigi's life. I can only speak for myself, but with so little absorbing going on in my life, I lap up every detail.
Would Gigi's terms of employment allow her to do a little moonlighting for this agency, I was of the opinion that your wife loved her present work, and is so highly thought of at the bank, together with he big promotion on the cards, that changing careers would be a non-starter.

Hi Sol. I could have been more explanatory about Gigi's intentions. She says that in her opinion that promotion won't be set in stone until the board actually makes it public in September or October. If, for whatever reason, they change their minds and bring in another candidate, she's willing to take the plunge of going with the new investigative agency. Over a year or so, she's sure her and the other two partners' income will equal or exceed that of the bank presidency position. She feels certain her bank, several law firms, and the principals of other financial institutions she knows are potential clientele for that sort of work. If she doesn't accept their offer of partnership, she can recommend the agency to those firms. The future of that proposed PI agency, based on current estimates and plans, is bright and she thoroughly enjoys the investigative work.

She has worked on projects for the current agency in surreptitious roles twice since last mentioned here and was told few experienced operatives could have been as successful. Each of those required a female operative rather than a male.

I'm pleased at least some enjoyed that non-sexual narrative and wouldn't have included it had not Rascal asked about it. So, now having read your response, I'm glad I did.

Thank you for the above and all past remarks you have contributed.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

Thanks for the further comments on your previous posting!!! It helps us understand more about her and you. You should understand some readers of your thread here are here only for the sex stuff while others including me are just as interested in your adventure through life. I don't know how old Scotch98 and Solstice are but I think they are, like me, over 60 and enjoy hearing about a totally different life with someone like Gigi!!! That's not to say that we haven't had our fun and still do to a lesser extent, but maybe we are like audible voyeurs of a sort that enjoy hearing about your life with Gigi through your excellent and imaginative writing. Her investigative interests are of a particular interest to me. But, yes!!, I think most of your readers here are interested in much more than just the sexual stuff. We like to read it for you, but it's mostly for US!!!!

Rascal
(patiently waiting to hear about tonight's events tomorrow!!! )

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[Des 31]

Des,

Thanks for the further comments on your previous posting!!! It helps us understand more about her and you. You should understand some readers of your thread here are here only for the sex stuff while others including me are just as interested in your adventure through life. I don't know how old Scotch98 and Solstice are but I think they are, like me, over 60 and enjoy hearing about a totally different life with someone like Gigi!!! That's not to say that we haven't had our fun and still do to a lesser extent, but maybe we are like audible voyeurs of a sort that enjoy hearing about your life with Gigi through your excellent and imaginative writing. Her investigative interests are of a particular interest to me. But, yes!!, I think most of your readers here are interested in much more than just the sexual stuff. We like to read it for you, but it's mostly for US!!!!

Rascal
(patiently waiting to hear about tonight's events tomorrow!!! )

Rascal, you're a treasure with your responses. Thanks for all that. Comments like that and the above make it all worthwhile. That comment "mostly for us," sounds like my wife's common joke, "I do it for the two of us - but mostly for ME."

~ Des

[snooper56]

What Rascal said!

[Tracey52]

It was a lucky coincidence that Rascal asked the question or we would never have read about Gigi’s part time PI work recently and the career opportunity. I think it’s obvious why she would have to tell her partners about your lifestyle but I wonder if it would change their demeanour around her?

[rascalnvixen]

That comment "mostly for us," sounds like my wife's common joke, "I do it for the two of us - but mostly for ME."

~ Des

Hehehe, that was my intent!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

It was a lucky coincidence that Rascal asked the question or we would never have read about Gigi’s part time PI work recently and the career opportunity. I think it’s obvious why she would have to tell her partners about your lifestyle but I wonder if it would change their demeanour around her?

Hi Tracey…

Samantha and my wife are out jogging for a while but Sam will soon leave for home. She phoned her husband last night to let him know she was staying over with us and again at breakfast to say she would be home around noon. Earlier this morning, Samantha and Gigi woke up together, side by side, in bed. I'll get around to that in a later post, hopefully sometime today.

Your question hadn’t occurred to me as an inclusion when submitting that update, but others may also have the same question. I’m sure that informing those two about her personal life will be accepted the same as by the very few others who know - like that of her personal physician and his wife. Investigators’ experience can be compared to that of doctors in the way they view others’ sex lives. Most of those have seen and heard it all. Life and work experiences alter what people consider to be normal or abnormal. Extramarital sex is more common than the average person realizes.

We're reasonably sure the PI who trained her already knows. He soundly checked her out when training and employing her. He and she have open conversations, occasionally trade sex jokes in one-on-one conversation, and are comfortable in talking with the other about most anything. We assume he not only knows but most likely has also told the PI who heads the agency with which he intends to merge. Either way (as you mentioned is obvious), they’re professional investigators and would eventually find out anyway. In atypical situations like that, it’s best to clear the air up front and get it all out in the open. She would require a signed non-disclosure-agreement before telling them anything about her extramarital sex life; NDA’s are part of that profession, and they would understand her reasons for confidentiality.

For social and business reasons, we keep our sex life confidential from almost all. As mentioned at times here in our thread, very few circumstances have come about that allowed my wife to admit her extramarital activity. Those who know us well look at it differently than would others who do not. It’s something like that of a single woman’s coworkers with who she casually tells of experiences with guys she dates.

(And I noticed your Aussie spelling for “demeanor.” I like that. Canadians north of us do the same for nouns ending in “or.” At times, I wish we Americans had kept the more elegant UK spellings of certain words.)

I probably should offer a sidebar comment since it could result in something that may come about. At the breakfast table, Sam asked Gigi and me what we planned to do the rest of the day. For the reason she stayed overnight with us, we will be watching the earlier 9 a.m. church service online rather than attending the 11 a.m. service today. Sam asked if we minded if she stayed and watched with us.

When the program ended, Sam said she found it interesting and inquired if either of us would be uncomfortable if she and her husband attended next week’s service. Gigi was thrilled at the prospect. That led to a couple of conversations, one of which was about how Gigi balances her faith with her sex life like that of last night, a topic of which I have before written here. While Samantha was showering, Gigi told me she might introduce Sam to our younger friends Beau and Sherry. She added,”And who knows where that might go for the five of us?”

I don’t know, but each of us has learned we can rarely anticipate what’s around the next corner of our lives.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des, You horn dog you!!! I'm waiting patiently for your update about last night. Please don't leave out things you think we would not be interested in!!! I don't think there is ANYTHING about last night that would be uninteresting!!

Wow, Gigi's mentioned a 5way with 3 women and 2 guys?? Ok, maybe SHE'S the horn dog!!!! I can imagine a fully nude anything goes orgy with the 5 of you!!! Naked bodies writhing and touching whoever where ever with whatever they want to touch with!!! How HOT can that get???

Got me so excited on a Sunday night!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Des, You horn dog you!!! I'm waiting patiently for your update about last night. Please don't leave out things you think we would not be interested in!!! I don't think there is ANYTHING about last night that would be uninteresting!!

Wow, Gigi's mentioned a 5way with 3 women and 2 guys?? Ok, maybe SHE'S the horn dog!!!! I can imagine a fully nude anything goes orgy with the 5 of you!!! Naked bodies writhing and touching whoever where ever with whatever they want to touch with!!! How HOT can that get???

Got me so excited on a Sunday night!!!

Rascal

It's a'coming, Rascal. Events of yesterday didn't allow me time to cover all that. but I'll get to it.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des, You horn dog you!!! I'm waiting patiently for your update about last night. Please don't leave out things you think we would not be interested in!!! I don't think there is ANYTHING about last night that would be uninteresting!!

Wow, Gigi's mentioned a 5way with 3 women and 2 guys?? Ok, maybe SHE'S the horn dog!!!! I can imagine a fully nude anything goes orgy with the 5 of you!!! Naked bodies writhing and touching whoever where ever with whatever they want to touch with!!! How HOT can that get???

Got me so excited on a Sunday night!!!

Rascal

It's a'coming, Rascal. Events of yesterday didn't allow me time to cover all that. but I'll get to it.

~ Des

Des, I hope you know very well my comments are to express my continued interest, not to push or demand any immediate response on your part!!! You'll get to it when it fits YOUR schedule. No problem on my part!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Work and a flurry. of personal activities have kept me offline at this, my favorite website, for the past few days. But when I came home earlier from work today. Gigi is also leaving the office early today but isn't yet home. So I have some time to update what happened Saturday night.

My wife admits, without reservations, sex with another man is the most exciting in her sex life. The reason I once came to realize monogamy was killing our sex life was her offhand (“Well, okayyy,”) acquiescence to having sex. She didn’t then admit it, but it seemed to me it wasn’t as exciting for her as in the past. When we first married, neither of us could keep our hands off the other. When she finally agreed to meet other guys, she found extramarital sex to exceed anything she had ever known.

When I first told her she should have an affair, she was mortified. As time went on, she confessed she suspected my request was some sort of trick for her to allow me to have sex with other women. Ultimately, she accepted my explanation that I had no interest whatsoever in doing that.

Until she took that first step, she realized nothing else can compare to a different man’s cock in her hot pussy to satisfy her lust and exhilaration. Now, there’s no going back.

It’s difficult to explain to married people who haven’t had our experiences. Sex for a woman with others outside a marriage isn’t the same as with the man with who she lives. She has emotionally bonded with many but none so closely as with her boss and our younger friend Beau. The oneness with those two exceeds that of others. Their ongoing relationships have securely united them like glue in both mind and body. But no matter who is fucking her, she always finds the sex is white-hot. And so do I.

I had not realized the degree of jealousy and insecurity I would feel, but I didn’t then admit those feelings. I asked if for any reason I wanted her to quit, could she walk away. She looked at me as I were an unrecognizable alien and responded, “Are you fucking kidding me? It was your idea – your fault. But now, I need this. Don’t even think about asking that.” But she had one rule - I could never have sex with anyone but her.

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. That has become a normal, accepted, and ordinary part of our married lives. Neither of us can imagine life without it. And now, her attitude, eagerness, and acceptance of fucking other men have advanced far beyond then.

And last Saturday night through Sunday morning can be held up as an example.

Samantha was at our home Saturday evening. My wife showed her around our home. She rarely tells others about our bomb shelter beneath the garage and a portion of our back lawn. But she led her through the garage’s faux-bookcase door down the steps to introduce her to the area we have had remodeled to essentially be a three-room apartment with a separate closet for food and survivalist supplies. Sam had never before seen a bomb shelter. Our home’s original owner built it to be larger and more elaborate than most; two or three people could live comfortably in it for a very long time. When they returned to the living room, she remarked a couple could live there permanently. Gigi responded. “That’s the idea if ever needed. That addition is what sold me on buying the home.”

Sam also noticed the framed plaque on the patio wall around our glass-enclosed hot tub, “No swimsuits after 7 p.m.,” grinned, but offered no comment to either of us about it.

She, Gigi, and I had intended to go to dinner but Gigi instead ordered an Italian dinner from a catering restaurant to be delivered to our home. Gigi lit the three candles atop our dining room table and turned off the lights. The three of us pulled up chairs at the table, me at the end and Gigi and Sam at each side of me.

On my and Samantha’s last trip away, I had asked Sam whether she could talk my wife into sex with her and she agreed to try. That was the point of this night’s dinner, and I had told Gigi all about Sam’s and my previous conversation.

Midway through dinner, Samantha casually offered a couple of comments that allowed the conversation to become more intimate. Gigi recognized the lesbian-bisexual codes Sam had casually dropped. Those aren’t necessarily a “second language”; most of the time, it’s the tone of voice and accompanying behavior that identifies a member of the sisterhood as one of their own.

Gigi chose to not respond as if she didn’t realize Sam’s intent; most straight women would not. Instead, she brought up that for some time now, she had found the idea of me having sex with another woman to be exciting. She told Samantha she had suggested I meet someone I found appealing. Samantha glanced over at me with a questioning look, but my wife went on, “I know you and he have had sex on your two business trips. I just want you to know I approve. I like that.”

Samantha leaned back in her chair and smiled, without embarrassment of any sort. She said, “I love it! My husband is an older man and he has the same desire as yours.” Their conversation went on as if I wasn’t even there, I felt no need to contribute to their interchange.

Gigi chuckled and said, “So that works for all of us, doesn’t it?” I nodded affirmatively. Sam said to my wife, “It could be even better if you could join your husband and me at those times.” Gigi grinned and said, “Whenever I can. That seems perfect. I’m totally okay with all of that.”

The three of us retired to the living room. Samantha sat alongside me on our couch. Gigi plopped into the lounge chair across the coffee table separating us. I hoped my growing erection wasn’t obvious. My wife was first to again bring up a threesome among us and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” Samantha bounded from the couch, grasped my hand, and pulled me to my feet. She said, “Sure!” We followed my wife down the hallway.

Gigi didn’t turn on the overhead lights but instead pulled out a tactical storm lamp from out bedside table’s drawer. The lamp limned the room dimly. She and Sam stared at the other, smiling and chatting, as we disrobed. My wife pulled back the bed’s top cover, crawled to the far side and awaited Samantha and me to join her. I urged Sam to her back on the sheets and knelt alongside her. Gigi reached to stroke Sam’s face, looked up at me, and said, “Her first.”

I parted Samantha’s legs and went down on her. She sighed, “Oh yes!” As my tongue lapped her clitoris, Sam reached to Gigi and pulled her close to kiss her on the lips. My wife complied, kissing her deeply.

As Sam’s body writhed beneath my tongue’s manipulations, Gigi moved down to mouth a breast. Sam’s nipples swelled. Her fingers massaged my wife’s scalp as she eagerly nursed the breast. She thrashed her head side to side. Her gasps of “Oh, Oh,” reverberated throughout the room’s warm air.

Sam’s mouth opened as if in awe. She moaned to my wife, “Kneel above me.” Gigi rose in compliance and straddled her head. Sam’s mouth locked on to my wife’s cunt. Gigi gripped each side of the woman’s scalp and squealed at the sensation. Her hips rocked gently above Samantha’s face.

Within a minute, an orgasmic scream filled the room. I wasn’t at first sure which of the women was cumming but soon realized it was my wife, Only seconds afterward, Sam too cried out she was about to climax. Her body shuddered and her fists pounded the mattress.

She kissed my wife’s wet cunt a final time and said to me, “Fuck me. Fuck me now!” Gigi rolled away, rested her head on a hand alongside us, and smiled as I guided my cock to Samantha’s opening. Our eyes locked as my dick sank into her tunnel.

She wailed as I fucked her. Looking aside at my wife, she stared wide-eyed as if enraptured. She reached into the drawer of our bedside table and withdrew her vibrating, flesh-like dildo. She turned it on and slid it over her clitoris, then inserted it into her opening and gasped. At first, I thrust into Samantha’s hot cunt in measured pumps like a metronome. In response to my wife’s excited gaze, I increased my tempo. Sam shut her eyes tightly, pressed her head back against the pillow, and moaned, “Oh fuck. It’s all so good.” I threw myself into it and Sam’s screams and moans encouraged me to give her everything I had.

I withdrew my cock, turned Samantha about, and guided my tool to her cunt from behind. She braced her hands on the headboard and squalled amid sobs, “Ohmygod! Fuck, fuck!” She reached a hand to her groin and massaged her clitoris. My hands dug into the flesh of her firm buttocks. Her skin felt like tightly-stretched velvet.

Gigi egged me on, “Fuck her. Fuck her good.” I didn’t need the encouragement. I was slamming into Sam’s pussy as if with a vengeance. Her hips rotated responsively and her head gyrated like a pinwheel.

The warm, wet tightness of her cuntal walls squeezed the full circumference of my pole. Her breasts swayed beneath her like flags in the wind. Gigi moaned as if a guy was instead fucking her; I looked aside, and her eyes were wide and wild as I excitedly thrust into Samantha’s hot cunt. Sam pressed a fist into the headboard and screamed as she climaxed. Although aroused, I hadn’t ejaculated. She braced her body up on her hands, glanced to Gigi, and said to her back, “I think you had better fuck your wife.” She was coming down from her high as I withdrew my stiff rod.

I moved aside as Gigi lay on her back, her legs spread, as I mounted her. Within no more than five minutes, she and I were cumming together. Sam watched it all, chuckled, and offered a comment I can’t now recall - something along the lines of admiration and appreciation. I think her actual intent was intended as a polite remark for my wife who had just shared her husband.

My wife positioned herself above Samantha, kissed her fully on the lips, and inserted a leg between Sam’s legs. She moved down the woman’s body and pressed her mouth on Sam’s cunt.

I slipped out of bed and said I was going to get some water, but my intent was to leave the two alone. I could have watched remotely but won’t do that unless I have told guests we have three hidden cams in our bedroom. I didn’t return for about a half-hour. Although experienced with women, Gigi doesn’t really consider herself as bi-sexual. She knows the moves and thinks of herself more like that of an entertainer. Although I didn’t later ask for details, Gigi said she gave Sam all she knew, which is actually “everything.” They were laying side by side and Samantha’s wide grin told me whatever Gigi had done was faultless.

The three of us sat up in bed, our backs to the headboard, and talked for maybe an hour. Sam said to my wife, “You have been with a woman before, haven’t you?” Gigi surprised me with her open response. She told her about her first experience with the FLAG club when she was just 18. And, as she went on, she told her of our marital agreement in which I had encouraged her to have sex with other men. She didn’t mention she ultimately came around to allow me at least some of the same freedom; instead, her implication was that Samantha was my first extramarital partner. Although set back at her revelations, I was pleased she didn’t confess I had fucked a few other women.

Sam looked at me, laughed, and said, “I get it. You’re like my husband.” I suppose I am with the exception that her husband’s pride is in having a designer-wife. Because of his advanced age, the two don’t have sex. He had told her when first proposing marriage he understood it would only be normal that his wife would need sexual release at times and he wouldn’t interfere with her decisions of who she fucks.

When she went on to say she hopes this night was not just a one-time thing, I told her we wouldn’t mind if she wished to bring her husband with her on her visits. She says he wouldn’t want to do that but thinks he and I would enjoy the other’s company if I cared to become friends with him. I told her I would like that and perhaps the four of us could go out socially to dinner or other activities at times if they wish.

The following morning, Sam phoned her husband to tell him about our night and said she would be home around noon. Our landline was on speaker as they talked. Their conversation was like that of a husband and wife talking about a shopping trip in which she was engaged. He is as accepting as I am about my wife’s guys or couples with who she has had sex, although I’m typically more wound up and jerking off at those times. He clearly was not.

* * * * *
Gigi just phoned to say she’s waiting at the bank’s parking-garage elevator and will be home shortly, so I’ll close here for now. This narrative has gone on a while anyway. I should have edited it down but ran out of time. Pardon any unintentional typos . . .

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Wow!!! Now THAT was a Des31 top 10 update!!!!! It was wonderful to hear the interactions between all of you!!! So, I guess the tactical battery lantern Gigi pulled out of the bed stand was probably the same one that you all used that night you brought the stranger back to your house to play cards and he ended up teaching Gigi how to shuffle her men... er.. I mean cards!!!! And then he taught her about POKER!!! Yes, I remember little things like that sometimes!!!

As far as the sex with Sam goes, the only think I can think of that would have made it HOTTER for you and for Gigi would have been for you to have Gigi guide your hard cock into Sam's hot and waiting pussy!!!!! I have to admit I thought you were going to do that but that little disappointment is nothing to the excitement of reading your excellent description of the events that night. Was that all there was??? You guys didn't do anything that night??? I assume Sam slept with you and Gigi. I thought for sure you would have fucked Sam at least once during the night and maybe Gigi had her the next morning!!! But it sounds like there will be more times to do even more than took place this time!!!!

Thanks for the great update!!!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Wow!!! Now THAT was a Des31 top 10 update!!!!! It was wonderful to hear the interactions between all of you!!! So, I guess the tactical battery lantern Gigi pulled out of the bed stand was probably the same one that you all used that night you brought the stranger back to your house to play cards and he ended up teaching Gigi how to shuffle her men... er.. I mean cards!!!! And then he taught her about POKER!!! Yes, I remember little things like that sometimes!!!

As far as the sex with Sam goes, the only think I can think of that would have made it HOTTER for you and for Gigi would have been for you to have Gigi guide your hard cock into Sam's hot and waiting pussy!!!!! I have to admit I thought you were going to do that but that little disappointment is nothing to the excitement of reading your excellent description of the events that night. Was that all there was??? You guys didn't do anything that night??? I assume Sam slept with you and Gigi. I thought for sure you would have fucked Sam at least once during the night and maybe Gigi had her the next morning!!! But it sounds like there will be more times to do even more than took place this time!!!!

Thanks for the great update!!!!!!

Rascal

Yeah, she stayed the night. Each of us fucked her the following morning and Sam sucked my dick from where I stood alongside the bed as Gigi was pleasuring her. There was a lot of kissing separately as she left. Beyond that, it was breakfast, conversation, each talking about their sexual backgrounds (not me, just them).

Had I not run out of time, I would have added that and this:

Samantha told more of her background to Gigi than I had before heard. When younger and working her way through college, she was a nude dancer at a high-end club. She began as a greeter and hostess but soon realized she could do all the dancers were doing and get tips for their work. Some of the girls would give private lap dances in a back room to certain customers. She was one of the four willing to do that, and those received higher tips than are common when on stage. Even during the on-stage dances, Sam regularly collected more tips from onlookers than other girls, and there was some jealousy over that.

She said the first time she was up to dance, the DJ played an old rock song, "Wild Thing," which caused more shouting and revelry than any in the club could remember. After that, the DJ always picked the same song the first time she was up any night. She worked three nights a week while going to school, and Saturdays always brought in the most crowds.

Once a month like clockwork, a group of five attorneys came in and four of those got private dances. The firm’s senior partner regularly asked for Sam who worked under the name of Marcie. He always tipped her $100. The other law partners offered $50 or $60 for the service. Private, backroom dances were surreptitiously offered only to certain customers known to management. She stayed on with the club until a month before graduating. When telling the lawyer she would be leaving the club within a few days, he told her would be willing to put her through grad school if she would move in with him. Sam didn’t like the idea of being what she felt would be live-in prostitution but didn’t tell him that. She had other plans anyway and declined, but that night he tipped her $400, her largest-ever gift.

Without that job, she says, she would never have been able to finish college. The club had a strict rule about dancers or other employees dating customers, but Sam did discreetly on, as she recalls, four occasions with select customers. Dancers tend mostly to be bisexual, and a few parties they had were her introduction into bisexuality.

So there's a follow-up and covers most of all that came about Saturday through Sunday morning. The rest was mentioned in a previous posting, just before the last.

Thanks for writing as always, Rascal.

~ Des

[Tracey52]

Way to go Des. I’m so glad Gigi got to see you in action and enjoyed it. I didn’t realise Sam didn’t previously know you had Gigi’s tacit approval to have sex with her. I not sure how I feel about Sam thinking you we’re cheating. Anyway I’m glad how it’s turned out and the pleasant surprise it must have been for Sam to discover Gigi’s bisexuality. I don’t care what Gigi says about that but she’s bisexual even though she seems to prefer cock to pussy-thank God for us men.

[raggmopp]

Des, I'm one of your regular followers who rarely writes. But I have to write to tell you how much I enjoyed your description of your evening with Gigi and Sam, And that your lamp limned the room!

[ResponsibullCummings]

After Gigi gave her blessing I am glad you finally had sex with Sam. Sounds like it was one of the best road trips ever. I won't be at all surprised if at some point in the future you are telling us about your threesome with Gigi and Samantha. Don't rule it out. It could happen.

I am so glad my prediction came true. What a hot night and it's only the first of what seems like will be many more. Thanks for sharing Des.

[Scotch98]

Wow, wow, wow, is about all I can say about your update Des. What an amazing description of last Saturday night. I was exhausted just from reading it and cannot imagine how hot it was to be you... I am so glad things worked out about as you expected and I would say it was perfect. loved the way that Gigi sorta let Sam seduce her and then showed Sam a thing or two. I hope you 3 have many more hot evenings and nights together. you have had some really hot updates but this one has to be be on the very top or close. Thanks for sharing this w/ us... Mercy I am still sweating and will reread this one one many times....Thanks again...Cheers

[solstice]

Des writes:
Yeah, she stayed the night. Each of us fucked her the following morning and Sam sucked my dick from where I stood alongside the bed as Gigi was pleasuring her. There was a lot of kissing separately as she left.
Loved this, it goes beyond the sort of detail you normally impart in your play: It looks as if Gigi may get a bit of pleasure from witnessing your participation.

[Des 31]

Thanks for all those remarks. Those comments make it all worthwhile here. OHW is my favorite website, and I often wish I had more time to contribute. I have another item to add and will try to get to that today or tomorrow evening.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

I have another item to add and will try to get to that today or tomorrow evening.
~ Des

Des, you ALWAYS have another item you can add to the thread, it's just that sometimes you don't have the time or the inclination!! Hope you and Gigi had a great weekend so far!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

I don’t always know someone will be fucking my wife until she phones to tell me she will be home late or, at times, even the next morning. That isn’t something that happens often when she meets up with just any guy, but it has happened many times when her boss asks if she be free. In a way, that fit with our original agreement seven years ago when she first agreed to have sex with other men. We didn’t really mention to the other that specific circumstance might come about. But once it ultimately happened, each of us confessed we knew at the outset it could come about. She then promised to phone me so that I wouldn’t wonder who she would be with and where she was at those times.

And on Thursday of this week, she was unexpectedly fucking again. I have told her before that if she won’t be more than an hour or so late getting home and it’s inconvenient, there’s no need to phone me. Either way, I’m assured I’ll always hear about it while we’re having sex or she’s masturbating me while narrating her experiences.

But she usually phones me anyway. An hour or so before I was to leave the office Thursday, I received a coded text message from Gigi Thursday afternoon. Her message was that she would an hour or so late getting home. Along with that opening, she typed, “My boss suggested an after-hours conference.” That comment is intended to mean they’ll be fucking. Their last-minute hookups are almost always in his office after all other top-floor personnel have left for the day.

Shortly before closing time, Gigi’s boss walked from his office through the adjoining door to her office and gave her a document on which his secretary had been working. Gigi most often wears pant-suits at work but this day wore a turtle-neck beige dress, the hem reaching to just below the knees. He asked my wife to look over the papers and said, “It’s been a while since you and I have been together.” She laughed at that and said, “You mean fucking. I miss it too,” and asked what he was doing after hours. He had a meeting to attend but didn’t intend to leave the building until 5:30. He grinned and added, “So we have time if you aren’t doing anything later.”

When the last of the personnel had left around 4:15, she greeted him in his sound-proofed office, locked the interconnecting door behind her. He sat in his desk chair at the moment she walked in and closed a manual he had been reading. Her excitation builds slowly when anticipating the heat of their naked bodies writhing together. That isn’t an unusual reaction for her with others, but lovemaking with her boss has been going on for four years. She knows what to expect with him and her lust is in hyperdrive as she awaits the moments their bodies are to be united.

She glanced at him and smiled, then turned to lock his main entry door separating his office and his secretary’s desk. Locking both doors is a routine for either of them in the event the cleaning staff shows up earlier than their usual 7 p.m. arrival. She turned off the lights and closed the blinds to his corner office’s windows.

She grinned when noticing he had laid out a green blanket from his closet onto the couch. Sometimes he fucks her from behind while she’s face down on his desk. But tonight, she realized, that wasn’t the way it would be.

He opened the cabinet to his hidden mini-fridge, pulled out an 11 oz. Jamaican fruit-flavored wine and poured the contents into two glasses. They sat talking for a few minutes until he embraced and kissed her. She complied feverishly, her arms around his neck.

Her hand slid down to his lap. She unzipped his fly, pulled out his semi-tumescent cock. Her hand curled around his staff. It slowly grew to its full, stiff dimensions. She has known a few men with larger-than-average penises, a couple with near his eight-and-a-half inches, but his dick’s circumference is thicker than any she has encountered. I have seen it up close as his cock entered her opening and it can be frightening to some women. It almost always is for my wife until it’s securely implanted in her cunt. Then, their fucking is white-hot. I have watched them together from our hallway or on my computer’s images from our bedroom cams; I have often thought at times the two are made for each other.

As she later told me as we fucked that night, I suppose there was little difference in what I had before seen. But her detailed and fevered way of describing her enthusiastic arousal never fails to thrill me. As I pumped her hot pussy, I inquired, “Did you again tell him you love him?” She moaned, “Oh yeah.” When some are wildly fucking her, it’s like true love at those moments. When with him, the feelings are overwhelming for both. I don’t think most husbands could handle that knowledge if their wives confessed what it’s like for them at those times - but I fucking love it.

She removed his shirt as they urgently kissed. Her hands stroked his chest, and the two disrobed and laid their clothing in a pile atop his desk.

Urging her back onto the couch’s blanket, he parted her legs and clamped his mouth onto my wife’s cunt. She wailed and whimpered at his tongue’s stimulation on her swollen clitoris. She looked down and pleaded, “Fuck me.” Kneeling, he guided his broad dickhead to her pussy’s entryway. “I don’t know why this time,” she said to me, “but I didn’t have my typical fear of his monster cock.” Her cuntal walls were creaming. She cried out as his torpedo worked its pulsating way into her passage.

Her arms encircled his neck as she wrapped her long legs around his waist and locked her heels at his back. He thrust slowly at first into to allow her pussy's tunnel to expand and accommodate his wide dick. Gigi muttered, “Now,” her way of telling him to fuck her hard. He rammed into her. Their flesh slapped against the others. Her voice quavered as she screamed, “Oh fuck, yes! I love it. I fucking love you inside me.” She shuddered at the sensation. He grinned down at her and said, “I belong there, Mrs. W.”

She swiveled her head side to side and dug her heels into his back. She muttered, “Mr. B! Mr. B! Ohmigod!” After all the years they have been fucking, I don’t know why they don’t refer to the other by their first names. Gigi tells me they like it that way, referring to the other with the same titles as they do during their workdays.

She recognized he soon would ejaculate and reached to massage her clitoris. She exploded in climax only moments before he announced excitedly, “I’m cumming!” And at the moment his lava erupted, he groaned loudly. My wife grasped his shoulders and stared at his widened eyes as his jizz flooded her channel.

Exhausted, they lay together, embracing the other on the couch’s narrow cushion space. Her boss moved his head down to tongue her swollen nipples. Minutes later, Gigi rose to her feet, searched for a brush, mirror, and lipstick from her purse. She dabbed on lipstick with a finger and reset her tousled hair. She said, “I love this company perk.” He chuckled and said, “Me too.”

She picked up her clothes from his desk and said she should go home. He watched her for a minute or two before he too got up from the couch and dressed.

They left the office separately, her boss first and Gigi taking the elevator to the first floor some ten minutes later. She phoned me from the parking garage and said she would be home within a half-hour. As I awaited her, I warmed up some restaurant leftovers from our fridge and had the table set when she entered our garage door to the dining room.

She grinned and said, “I guess you know why I’m late.” I told her I couldn’t wait to hear every little detail. She didn’t mention it again until we were in bed but began by stroking me. When she mentioned he kissed her deeply, I was fucking her madly. I think I lasted fifteen minutes - but, whatever time it was, seemed like an eternity. I was cumming at the moment she told me her boss spurted into her.

I said in the friendliest voice I could muster, “It’s really better with another guy, isn’t it?” I knew the answer but loved hearing her say it. She giggled and said, “Sure. Why would I do it with anyone else if someone different wasn’t better?” I’ve heard that before but never tire of her repeating it. But this time, she added, “I’ll never tire of you fucking me, but our sex is better since you convinced me to have sex with others.”

I liked that. It’s better for me too.

~ Des