My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Thanks Des, but still want to know if you and Mary got together?
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I missed having time to update our lives here this past couple of weeks. I received a PM from a regular member who responds to our contributions and wondered whether things are okay with the two of us. I have checked in briefly at times to read some other members’ experiences but didn't have the time to add our own in sufficient detail. We aren't experiencing any problems, just a lot going on, and most of that is work-related. Every time I think it's about to settle down, it seems something else comes about - but there's nothing seriously negative going on. Our work lives are actually enhanced as a result of various changes coming about. The following represents the more relevant, catch-up events.
One new outcome worth mentioning has come about. That particular circumstance is uncommon, and I'm unsure whether it will be a warning to others or just something of interest. At times, not all of my wife’s sexual encounters end happily but not necessarily for the reasons one might think. The most recent is unique in her experience.
To fill in for the bank’s branch manager who was out for surgery, my wife was out of town the week beginning May 29 and returned the following Saturday morning. She paid for a room at the branch’s nearest hotel but mostly stayed at the home of her newest guy Martin. Martin co-owns a specialty furniture store near the bank’s branch office. She had intended to return Sunday night. That didn’t work out, so she came home early. Martin had scheduled to meet most of the following two days with his store’s interior decorator and the owners of a local hotel. His customers will be perusing catalogs for 18th-19th Century Euro-styled furniture and accessories for their newly-remodeled hotel’s fresh theme.
Each night after the two were off work, he was fucking my wife. They first went out to dinner at a restaurant south of town where neither were likely to encounter anyone they knew. This is the second time he and she have been together for several nights.
Their first night together, he took her out to dinner. Later in the parking lot, he suggested they not let her rented hotel room go to waste and, “We can spend the following nights at my place.” My wife is usually neat when getting naked for sex. This time, their clothes littered the third-floor room. A TV music channel was playing a series of Muddy Waters’ authentic, hard-rocking blues My wife admittedly is in love with Martin’s long, stiff cock and his unique way of making love. He fucked her slowly in rhythm and pauses with the syncopation as only Muddy Waters can deliver. She looked up at his face and moaned, “Oh god, yes! I love it.” Soon, as he was about to cum, Martin grunted, “I love fucking you,” and rammed her with the full force of his hips. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels kicked her hips. She screamed as his lava erupted into her cunt. They stayed the full night in her hotel room. They awoke early, skipped breakfast, and fucked again before going back to his place and dressing for their day’s work.
Early Thursday evening of that week, Martin was naked and atop my moaning wife when his phone rang. The phone ID displayed it was his 78-year-old mother’s cell phone. He rolled off Gigi and answered. His demeanor darkened within a minute of their conversation. She said she is hospitalized and has been told she had only days to live, that cancer had spread throughout her lungs, brain, and other vital organs. Martin said he would be at her bedside the following day, hung up the phone, and repeated the conversation to Gigi. She offered to stay the night with him and leave in the morning. They fucked again the following morning. Martin phoned his partner to tell him the sad news and that he would be out of town for an indeterminate time.
He phoned Gigi twice the following nights to give her updates and then again to say his mother passed away. Until then, he didn’t know that she had kept up her million-dollar term insurance policy taken out by his late father who had insured each of them years before. His younger brother had died a year after birth; two years ago, his 42-year-old sister had passed away as a result of alcoholism that wreaked havoc with her body. Martin is the sole air of his mother’s estate and insurance. Martin is the sole air of her estate and the sole beneficiary of her life insurance. He told my wife he’s overwrought emotionally and asked if he could stay a night with her at our home upon his return home following his mother’s funeral. Gigi readily agreed, “I’d like that very much,” and ordered flowers to be delivered by a florist at the church where the ceremony is to be held. He has some follow-up work concerning his mother’s estate and plans to return home on a yet-to-be-determined day next week.
Say what I might, I couldn’t shake the thought that Martin is exceptional to my wife. And then there’s this new wrinkle; although I don’t really know the figures, she is now fucking a multi-millionaire. I couldn’t shake the thought of this new circumstance of his newfound wealth added to his charm and attractiveness my wife is experiencing. The feeling wasn’t exactly “jealousy,” but a fleeting jolt of insecurity about our marriage flooded my mind. I couldn’t then admit that sentiment to her. Instead, she brought it up within an hour of hanging up the phone. She said, “I know what’s on your mind. Just think of him as another of my fuckbuddies. Whatever Martin may have is irrelevant to me. I’ve told you before my secret to happiness - ‘Be thankful for whatever much or however little you have.’ You and I have all we need, and I’m yours for as long as we live.”
I’m pretty good at hiding my emotions from most, but that doesn’t work with Gigi. She reads me like a kindergarten primer. She doesn’t think the same ways as many women; and for the thousandth or so time, I returned to sanity. I believe our marital commitments are more solid than most. That’s the prime reason neither she nor I recommend this way of life for other married couples. It takes mutual allegiance and certain attitudes to work successfully.
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On Tuesday night of the week she was away, I phoned Beau and Sherry just to keep in contact. Sherry answered the phone and put it on speaker so her husband could hear. Her first question was whether Gigi was with me and I told them she was away at the branch bank through the weekend. In a joking tone, Sherry inquired whether Gigi has a guy in that town. Our relationship with the young couple is now such that either my wife or I can be honest about Gigi’s other men. I admitted she is staying with Martin throughout the week. We were on the phone for about fifteen minutes. Sherry suggested she and Beau could come over a night if I’m free during my wife’s absence. Beau responded he wouldn’t mind if his wife visited me without him. I said, “Are you sure?” Beau said, with an eagerness in his voice, “I would like that.” He added that, instead, he would ask my wife if she is free a night while Sherry is away for her upcoming, four-day factory-training trip. She offered to come over to our place Thursday night after work, and I agreed.
When I drove up to our home Thursday night, Sherry was already parked alongside the curb near our front gate. I punched the car’s remote to open the gate. She parked her sedan behind our front stone wall, and I parked in the garage. Sherry was still in her khaki jumpsuit she wears on her job at the airport. As we entered the front door, she said, “This afternoon was a ‘greasy’ time for me. I need a shower. Want to join me?” I nodded with a smile. Before stripping down in our bedroom, I turned on the patio’s hot tub bubbler and heater. I hadn’t needed to straighten up our home before she was to arrive; I’m as fastidious as my wife’s retired Marine buddy Rob about keeping a neat home.
Gigi didn’t phone that night, the same evening Martin had received a call from his mother. Sherry stayed until shortly after 11:00 p.m. before leaving for home. Had my wife called with the news of Martin’s mom, Sherry and I most likely wouldn’t have had sex. We were in our hot tub about fifteen minutes before Sherry urged me to my feet and performed oral sex just above the bubbling water. I led her to our bedroom and mounted her urgently. She screamed in climax twice - once with me on top - and again at the moment I was cumming into her cunt from behind. We lay together in bed another hour. Before she stood to dress, she said, “You’re my favorite guy, and you always will be.” I liked that.
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The morning Gigi returned home, she was too tired to have sex. She instead lay alongside me in bed and narrated her time with him while stroking my rock-hard dick. But that night while I told her about Sherry’s visit with me, she gasped, “I love it! Fuck me!” I did as I told her everything as I recalled. She wailed furiously as I fucked her and howled like an aroused coyote as she climaxed. She lay aside, grasped my deflating dick, and said, “We have the perfect, fucking marriage, Kemo Sabi.”
Yeah, I think so too.
I’m out of time at the moment but have a few more remarks to add later today or tomorrow. Thanks for putting up with my recent absences here.
~ Des
One new outcome worth mentioning has come about. That particular circumstance is uncommon, and I'm unsure whether it will be a warning to others or just something of interest. At times, not all of my wife’s sexual encounters end happily but not necessarily for the reasons one might think. The most recent is unique in her experience.
To fill in for the bank’s branch manager who was out for surgery, my wife was out of town the week beginning May 29 and returned the following Saturday morning. She paid for a room at the branch’s nearest hotel but mostly stayed at the home of her newest guy Martin. Martin co-owns a specialty furniture store near the bank’s branch office. She had intended to return Sunday night. That didn’t work out, so she came home early. Martin had scheduled to meet most of the following two days with his store’s interior decorator and the owners of a local hotel. His customers will be perusing catalogs for 18th-19th Century Euro-styled furniture and accessories for their newly-remodeled hotel’s fresh theme.
Each night after the two were off work, he was fucking my wife. They first went out to dinner at a restaurant south of town where neither were likely to encounter anyone they knew. This is the second time he and she have been together for several nights.
Their first night together, he took her out to dinner. Later in the parking lot, he suggested they not let her rented hotel room go to waste and, “We can spend the following nights at my place.” My wife is usually neat when getting naked for sex. This time, their clothes littered the third-floor room. A TV music channel was playing a series of Muddy Waters’ authentic, hard-rocking blues My wife admittedly is in love with Martin’s long, stiff cock and his unique way of making love. He fucked her slowly in rhythm and pauses with the syncopation as only Muddy Waters can deliver. She looked up at his face and moaned, “Oh god, yes! I love it.” Soon, as he was about to cum, Martin grunted, “I love fucking you,” and rammed her with the full force of his hips. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels kicked her hips. She screamed as his lava erupted into her cunt. They stayed the full night in her hotel room. They awoke early, skipped breakfast, and fucked again before going back to his place and dressing for their day’s work.
Early Thursday evening of that week, Martin was naked and atop my moaning wife when his phone rang. The phone ID displayed it was his 78-year-old mother’s cell phone. He rolled off Gigi and answered. His demeanor darkened within a minute of their conversation. She said she is hospitalized and has been told she had only days to live, that cancer had spread throughout her lungs, brain, and other vital organs. Martin said he would be at her bedside the following day, hung up the phone, and repeated the conversation to Gigi. She offered to stay the night with him and leave in the morning. They fucked again the following morning. Martin phoned his partner to tell him the sad news and that he would be out of town for an indeterminate time.
He phoned Gigi twice the following nights to give her updates and then again to say his mother passed away. Until then, he didn’t know that she had kept up her million-dollar term insurance policy taken out by his late father who had insured each of them years before. His younger brother had died a year after birth; two years ago, his 42-year-old sister had passed away as a result of alcoholism that wreaked havoc with her body. Martin is the sole air of his mother’s estate and insurance. Martin is the sole air of her estate and the sole beneficiary of her life insurance. He told my wife he’s overwrought emotionally and asked if he could stay a night with her at our home upon his return home following his mother’s funeral. Gigi readily agreed, “I’d like that very much,” and ordered flowers to be delivered by a florist at the church where the ceremony is to be held. He has some follow-up work concerning his mother’s estate and plans to return home on a yet-to-be-determined day next week.
Say what I might, I couldn’t shake the thought that Martin is exceptional to my wife. And then there’s this new wrinkle; although I don’t really know the figures, she is now fucking a multi-millionaire. I couldn’t shake the thought of this new circumstance of his newfound wealth added to his charm and attractiveness my wife is experiencing. The feeling wasn’t exactly “jealousy,” but a fleeting jolt of insecurity about our marriage flooded my mind. I couldn’t then admit that sentiment to her. Instead, she brought it up within an hour of hanging up the phone. She said, “I know what’s on your mind. Just think of him as another of my fuckbuddies. Whatever Martin may have is irrelevant to me. I’ve told you before my secret to happiness - ‘Be thankful for whatever much or however little you have.’ You and I have all we need, and I’m yours for as long as we live.”
I’m pretty good at hiding my emotions from most, but that doesn’t work with Gigi. She reads me like a kindergarten primer. She doesn’t think the same ways as many women; and for the thousandth or so time, I returned to sanity. I believe our marital commitments are more solid than most. That’s the prime reason neither she nor I recommend this way of life for other married couples. It takes mutual allegiance and certain attitudes to work successfully.
* * * * *
On Tuesday night of the week she was away, I phoned Beau and Sherry just to keep in contact. Sherry answered the phone and put it on speaker so her husband could hear. Her first question was whether Gigi was with me and I told them she was away at the branch bank through the weekend. In a joking tone, Sherry inquired whether Gigi has a guy in that town. Our relationship with the young couple is now such that either my wife or I can be honest about Gigi’s other men. I admitted she is staying with Martin throughout the week. We were on the phone for about fifteen minutes. Sherry suggested she and Beau could come over a night if I’m free during my wife’s absence. Beau responded he wouldn’t mind if his wife visited me without him. I said, “Are you sure?” Beau said, with an eagerness in his voice, “I would like that.” He added that, instead, he would ask my wife if she is free a night while Sherry is away for her upcoming, four-day factory-training trip. She offered to come over to our place Thursday night after work, and I agreed.
When I drove up to our home Thursday night, Sherry was already parked alongside the curb near our front gate. I punched the car’s remote to open the gate. She parked her sedan behind our front stone wall, and I parked in the garage. Sherry was still in her khaki jumpsuit she wears on her job at the airport. As we entered the front door, she said, “This afternoon was a ‘greasy’ time for me. I need a shower. Want to join me?” I nodded with a smile. Before stripping down in our bedroom, I turned on the patio’s hot tub bubbler and heater. I hadn’t needed to straighten up our home before she was to arrive; I’m as fastidious as my wife’s retired Marine buddy Rob about keeping a neat home.
Gigi didn’t phone that night, the same evening Martin had received a call from his mother. Sherry stayed until shortly after 11:00 p.m. before leaving for home. Had my wife called with the news of Martin’s mom, Sherry and I most likely wouldn’t have had sex. We were in our hot tub about fifteen minutes before Sherry urged me to my feet and performed oral sex just above the bubbling water. I led her to our bedroom and mounted her urgently. She screamed in climax twice - once with me on top - and again at the moment I was cumming into her cunt from behind. We lay together in bed another hour. Before she stood to dress, she said, “You’re my favorite guy, and you always will be.” I liked that.
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The morning Gigi returned home, she was too tired to have sex. She instead lay alongside me in bed and narrated her time with him while stroking my rock-hard dick. But that night while I told her about Sherry’s visit with me, she gasped, “I love it! Fuck me!” I did as I told her everything as I recalled. She wailed furiously as I fucked her and howled like an aroused coyote as she climaxed. She lay aside, grasped my deflating dick, and said, “We have the perfect, fucking marriage, Kemo Sabi.”
Yeah, I think so too.
I’m out of time at the moment but have a few more remarks to add later today or tomorrow. Thanks for putting up with my recent absences here.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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Des Where did you sleep while Martin was at your place? Did you see or hear anything of interest?
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Thanks for the update Des. I have missed them. I guess Martin may try and put moves on Gigi to leave you now that he’s rich but not if he’s smart. He loss her. You mentioned about things ending badly? I might have missed the point there.
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It's wonderful to hear from you again, Des!!!! Thanks for the update. Been wondering who's been taking care of you lately. I was thinking it might have been Sammy keep track of you, wishful thinking on my part I guess!! 
So, how are things going since the agency's move to new quarters?? You mentioned how busy things have been at work for you both. Is Gigi still trying to be an active PI with her mentor??
Rascal
So, how are things going since the agency's move to new quarters?? You mentioned how busy things have been at work for you both. Is Gigi still trying to be an active PI with her mentor??Rascal
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What an awesome and enlightening quote. Thanks for the update Des.Des 31 wrote: ↑Sat Jun 11, 2022 10:41 amThe morning Gigi returned home, she was too tired to have sex. She instead lay alongside me in bed and narrated her time with him while stroking my rock-hard dick. But that night while I told her about Sherry’s visit with me, she gasped, “I love it! Fuck me!” I did as I told her everything as I recalled. She wailed furiously as I fucked her and howled like an aroused coyote as she climaxed. She lay aside, grasped my deflating dick, and said, “We have the perfect, fucking marriage, Kemo Sabi.”
Yeah, I think so too.
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Thanks for the update Des, I have been looking forward to this update. I know life gets in the way and time is hard to come by these days. Interesting Info on Martin and really glad you and Sherry got together while Gigi was away. I really enjoyed the part where Gigi was telling you about her adventures while stroking you and then when you were telling her about Fucking Sherry and she went wild. I know that was a heck of a hot time for you both. you guys are just amazing and are just made for each other. I hope you guys have a very sexy Weekend....Cheers
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With Gigi wild response with you telling her about you fucking Sherry, I very confident that Martin is no threat to your marriage. Nice update.
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Update and more - Continued from above.
While running out of time yesterday, I should have copied and pasted from my journal as an add-on. So I just did that here - unedited but it's probably wordier than most wish to read:
I hadn’t time to write about Rob’s first night with us. He won’t be teaching this summer but will instead be in out of the country for part of his time off. We had invited him to stay with us for a week if he wished, but his circumstances didn’t allow that long a time; he stayed at our home for two days and nights before leaving to prepare for his tour.
Before his arrival around 7:30 that night and Gigi stepped out of the shower and asked me to pick out an outfit in which to greet him while she put on makeup and fixed her hair. I chose her short blue skirt, a short-sleeve blouse tied below the breasts, and black shoes without high heels. She told me she wouldn’t wear undergarments. She held out her arms as I dressed her. Sitting in our bedroom’s armchair, she had me kneel to slip on her shoes. That isn’t her regular routine, but I love doing it whenever she asks.
When Gigi greeted him at the door, I was in the kitchen preparing snacks and drinks. I peered around the bar separating the kitchen and living room. Our remodeled bar doesn’t allow me to see above it. The home remodelers replaced the old 42-inch-high bar with a more elegant pine structure stained with a Plymouth Oak finish and lacquered with marine varnish. The overhead portion holds wine bottles and hanging wine glasses; the entirety looks something like furniture from the Early 20th Century.
They embraced and kissed deeply. Rob said to my wife, “I missed you.” She responded with a remark I couldn’t quite make out but was later told she said something about how they would soon make up for their time apart. He commented how he liked her skirt revealed her long legs. A moment later, I glanced to the bulge in his pants and realized his dick was rigid before even entering our home. I doubt he noticed my observation.
He urged my wife to the bar. He turned her about. She braced her elbows onto the bar as Rob pushed up her skirt, baring her rear. Unzipping his jeans, he withdrew his stiff cock and swiveled its broad dickhead about her cuntal opening. My wife moaned with an unintelligible comment. He maneuvered his dickhead in a circular motion about her opening. Her lips tremored in excited anticipation of his dick about to enter her cunt. Her hips gyrated slowly as she whimpered, “Oh god, yes!” His thick cock slithered smoothly into her tunnel. Her head jerked up as if to stare at the ceiling, and she cried out, “Fuck me!” His torpedo slowly slid in and out and then he slammed into her like a battering ram. Her eyes opened wide and she hollered, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ohhmygoddd!” Her fevered response was like a wild animal in heat. His broad fingers gripped my wife’s hips. Gigi pounded the countertop with a tight fist and repeatedly bumped her butt against his belly as he fucked her urgently.
My fleeting thought at the moment was that her reaction to sex between the two of us is pretty good but nothing like this. That thought didn’t last for long. The fact is that, for almost any wife, being fucked by a man to whom she isn’t married is always better than long-term marital fucking. My wife's most common refrain is, “If it wasn’t better with another guy, why bother to do it all?” I like that. A lot. I felt privileged to now observe what she had told me it was like for her when Rob is fucking her. He must have been a hell of a Marine Recon in his younger days. For at least ten minutes, he performed like a champion racehorse on a heated mare. I had an imagined impression of feeling their body heat and the strength of his stamina. Watching him take control of my wife caused me to imagine him running up a smoking hill in some long-ago battle.
Gigi’s eyelids opened widely and the white of her eyeballs looked like cherry juice swirling in milk. She climaxed, screaming “Yi-eeee!“ and gasped, “It’s fucking fantastical! ” After a few more hard thrusts, his body suddenly hesitated its hard pumping. He groaned and shuddered at the moment his cargo of seminal fluid shot into her cunt. As my wife was coming down from the high, Gigi gasped for breath and plopped her forehead onto her crossed forearms at the counter. She said to her back, “I guess you really did me as much as I missed you.” Rob chuckled and said, “Yeah. I did.” I was pleased at the realization they had the remainder of this night and yet another after that. I want other hot cocks inside my wife as much as does she.
They headed to the bath for a quick Navy shower and came to the table in robes. Her white terry robe is embossed at the breast with her initials and his with the word, “Guest.” Some time ago, I bought that robe because I didn’t like washing my own that she often offered to overnight male guests. I’m a fastidious type of guy and washed my robe immediately after whoever had worn it as soon as the guy left our place.
I offered wine, rum, or cola to go with the sandwiches, chips, and dip. Both chose the soft drinks, and I mixed mine with rum. We ate as Rob told us about his typical day teaching at the university. About a fourth of his students are in their twenties, the majority a year or two out of high school. Half his classes are held in the school’s planetarium, the rest in a regular classroom. In some ways, he preferred having taught at our smaller State university from which he was transferred and promoted as a department head. He grinned, turned to Gigi, and said, “Maybe that was because you were one of my night students.” My wife laughed and said, “A student with benefits.”
As Gigi rose from the table, she turned to me and said, “It’s his and my bedtime. Can you wash the dishes?”Rob and I chuckled at that. I said, “I’m pleased to do that.” About fifteen minutes later, I turned off the hallway light and walked past our bedroom toward the computer room. The door was half open and the two lay naked on the sheets and talked. I sat at my screen and pulled up my computer journal to record the night’s events. I hadn’t finished when I heard moans from the bedroom. Curious, I crept to the hall and peered around the door jamb. Rob lay between my wife’s long, splayed legs. His mouth eagerly munched her mound. Gigi’s head swiveled side to side on a pillow. She uttered, “Oh, oh, ohhh!” My dick swelled. Unzipping my fly, I pulled out my slowly inflating member and stroked its circumference.
Rob pulled away from her cunt, propped himself up onto his knees, and guided his shaft to her opening. Gigi gazed down at his member, now inching closer to its destination. Her breath escaped in huffs of anticipation. His cockhead parted her cuntal lips and slowly entered her channel. She encircled her arms about his neck and he lowered his body to hers until their lips met in a passionate kiss. Rob gave a small, final thrust to fully embed his tool in the warmness of her private cave. “Honeyyyy,” she muttered, “I love you.” He responded softly, “I love you too.” At the moment, I didn’t know whether either had used the love word in the past; or, if I did, I couldn’t recall her telling me. It doesn’t matter; I love it when she and another feel to deeply about each other while having sex. The remarks between them seemed to me as the impetus of his suddenly ramming into her like a jackhammer on tarmac. She wailed passionately, “Ohhh, godddd!” I was now jerking off like a madman. I turned away, my back to the wall, and stroked hurriedly amid their turbulent cries of desire.
I was cumming hard into a handkerchief minutes before he ejaculated. My wife sobbed as if out of control. At times, my wife can feel when a man ejaculates in her. I’m unable to imagine how she can feel that; yet, she has told me it happens with a few. But with Rob, she says she always experiences the effect. She can feel the sensation of his penis pulsing and then his ejaculate splashing in her cuntal walls. Once she claimed his fluid swirled within her like a whirlpool. I don’t know if it’s her imagination or really happens; but I have thought perhaps it’s chemicals in her brain when a rush of love and intimacy seem to flush throughout her body. Both she and I feel we aren’t fully in control of our thoughts at times of hot sex; so, who knows? Maybe she’s right. Either way, I like it.
I stumbled to our guest room where I slept that night. Just before 1 a.m., I was awakened by moans and sighs from across the hall. I didn’t go to watch this time. Instead, I lay stroking my then-limp putz until again falling asleep while Rob was still fucking my wife.
The following morning, I was up at my and my wife’s usual time of 5:30 a.m. and heard them talking from across the dark hallway. I walked to my door to hear their conversation; but, by then, their topic changed, and Gigi asked him, “What would you like for breakfast?” He said, “What do you have?” The topic reminded her of a joke. She responded:
Peter, age 15, and Paul, 10, were brothers. At the breakfast table, their father turned to Paul and said, “What would you like for breakfast?” Paul replied, “Pass the fucking corn flakes.” His dad, who had repeatedly warned him against foul language, said, “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?” Peter said, “Pass the fucking corn flakes.”
His dad whacked him with a hard slap across the face. Peter went flying across the floor and his back hit the kitchen counter. Paul’s mouth fell open. He stared aghast as his brother. The father then turned calmly to Paul and said, “And what would you like, Paul?”
Paul said, “I don’t know, but I sure don’t want any of those fucking corn flakes.”
Rob howled in laughter. To avoid being overheard and spotted as a voyeur, I held my hand over my mouth. I pulled a robe over my naked body and went to the kitchen to make scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and coffee and threw in a couple of green figs onto the plates. I buzzed them from our landline phone to say, “Breakfast’s ready.”
We were each in robes at the kitchen table, and Gigi offered grace before the meal. Rob glanced at his plate and said, “This is a lot better than fucking corn flakes.”
She and I laughed. I had heard her tell that joke before, but I find it hilarious each time I hear it.
Gigi had planned to be off work the following day. I didn’t and had to stay late for an after-hours meeting with two partners and a client. By the time I was home, she and Rob were humping in bed. A few minutes later, she buzzed me on the phone intercom to say they heard me come in. I told her there was no need for either to come out of the bedroom and offered to fix dinner if they wished. They had already eaten, so I opened a can of chili to heat in the microwave, pulled a beer from the fridge, and ate alone. I like “alone-time” often and didn’t mind the absence of either’s company. At the time I was clearing the table, I again heard sounds of sex emanating from our bedroom. That’s what I consider a good night for all. The two of them had a lot of catching up to do since Rob moved away. I do what I can to keep my wife happy and her libido satisfied.
The next morning, Rob left early to return home and prepare for his trip abroad. His primary purpose is to accompany an older female archaeology professor and a few student assistants in their elective class project. For the reason he wants to tour a bit on his own, he plans to return a week after the instructor and students leave for home. Before leaving our place, he and my wife made plans for her to again visit him at his apartment where he now lives. That’s likely to last a few days whenever it occurs this summer, but Gigi says she won’t be away as much as a full week. I agreed that works for me. She and I haven’t yet made plans for our vacation, but I would like to get away this summer to some mutually-agreed-upon spot. The past several weeks, of work responsibilities in particular, have worn each of us down a bit.
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My wife’s boss phoned her Saturday morning. Because she had been off work a few days, he asked if he could come over. She had plans to drive to the city south of us to attend an arts and crafts festival and will return Sunday evening. She didn’t tell him she will be staying at her newest guy Martin’s home while in the town.
He said he would give me a call and go to lunch with me today. Instead, he first phoned to tell me Mary wanted him to invite me to their home Sunday evening and offered to allow him to watch as I fucked her. I’ll be at their place for a couple of hours tonight and should be home about the time my wife arrives.
Some members here asked in Personal Messages how my wife goes about meeting men in her daily life. There isn’t a single answer, but I have responded with her most common way to a few who have inquired. Over the years we have been members here, I don’t recall being asked that mentioned here in our thread. But it’s approximately how she came to know her newest guy Martin.
My wife Gigi has met most of the men who are fucking, or have fucked her in her daily life activities. She was 28 when she first agreed with my encouragement to have sex with others. She met a few men through two successive personals ads we had then placed at a couple of popular married-but-dating sites. Since then, she has developed effective and desirable ways to meet others without corresponding with men she knows nothing about.
I have personally observed this on one occasion, once written about here. That day, I told her I’m persistently amazed at how many fuckbuddies she has come across in her daily life. She thought my comment was funny and said it’s easier than I might imagine. She then offered me the opportunity to watch. We went to a lounge not far from the bank where she works. She sat at the bar while I sat at a distant table to watch. Within minutes, a lawyer visiting our town dropped in, sat next to her, and began a conversation. They soon left for the hotel a block away from where he was then staying. I picked her up later when she phoned me.
Her most common methodology has been, when meeting someone who interested her, was to begin a friendly conversation. She rarely removes her wedding ring. When the guy mentions she’s obviously married or asks if she is married, she responds with variations of, “I consider myself a ‘liberated’ married woman.” That comment is always intriguing to anyone to who it’s mentioned. The conversation continues when a man almost always asks what “liberated” means.
She says, “What do you think it means?” The “correct” response isn’t always right, so, dependent upon his answer, she says, “It’s also that, but try again.” Either immediately or eventually, the guy assumes it means she is free to date other men and, often, that her husband approves. She explains that her husband understands that’s best for a solid marital relationship.
My estimate is that about 90% of those times, the two will ultimately be fucking. Other circumstances sometimes come about that result in her extramarital relationships - like that of her ongoing affair with her boss. She would never say that to anyone either of us knows or to anyone who knows where she works. But her method above in casual encounters is almost always effective.
She is more forthright about her work and personal life after she and others have been fucking for a while and a degree of mutual trust has been established between them.
~ Des
While running out of time yesterday, I should have copied and pasted from my journal as an add-on. So I just did that here - unedited but it's probably wordier than most wish to read:
I hadn’t time to write about Rob’s first night with us. He won’t be teaching this summer but will instead be in out of the country for part of his time off. We had invited him to stay with us for a week if he wished, but his circumstances didn’t allow that long a time; he stayed at our home for two days and nights before leaving to prepare for his tour.
Before his arrival around 7:30 that night and Gigi stepped out of the shower and asked me to pick out an outfit in which to greet him while she put on makeup and fixed her hair. I chose her short blue skirt, a short-sleeve blouse tied below the breasts, and black shoes without high heels. She told me she wouldn’t wear undergarments. She held out her arms as I dressed her. Sitting in our bedroom’s armchair, she had me kneel to slip on her shoes. That isn’t her regular routine, but I love doing it whenever she asks.
When Gigi greeted him at the door, I was in the kitchen preparing snacks and drinks. I peered around the bar separating the kitchen and living room. Our remodeled bar doesn’t allow me to see above it. The home remodelers replaced the old 42-inch-high bar with a more elegant pine structure stained with a Plymouth Oak finish and lacquered with marine varnish. The overhead portion holds wine bottles and hanging wine glasses; the entirety looks something like furniture from the Early 20th Century.
They embraced and kissed deeply. Rob said to my wife, “I missed you.” She responded with a remark I couldn’t quite make out but was later told she said something about how they would soon make up for their time apart. He commented how he liked her skirt revealed her long legs. A moment later, I glanced to the bulge in his pants and realized his dick was rigid before even entering our home. I doubt he noticed my observation.
He urged my wife to the bar. He turned her about. She braced her elbows onto the bar as Rob pushed up her skirt, baring her rear. Unzipping his jeans, he withdrew his stiff cock and swiveled its broad dickhead about her cuntal opening. My wife moaned with an unintelligible comment. He maneuvered his dickhead in a circular motion about her opening. Her lips tremored in excited anticipation of his dick about to enter her cunt. Her hips gyrated slowly as she whimpered, “Oh god, yes!” His thick cock slithered smoothly into her tunnel. Her head jerked up as if to stare at the ceiling, and she cried out, “Fuck me!” His torpedo slowly slid in and out and then he slammed into her like a battering ram. Her eyes opened wide and she hollered, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ohhmygoddd!” Her fevered response was like a wild animal in heat. His broad fingers gripped my wife’s hips. Gigi pounded the countertop with a tight fist and repeatedly bumped her butt against his belly as he fucked her urgently.
My fleeting thought at the moment was that her reaction to sex between the two of us is pretty good but nothing like this. That thought didn’t last for long. The fact is that, for almost any wife, being fucked by a man to whom she isn’t married is always better than long-term marital fucking. My wife's most common refrain is, “If it wasn’t better with another guy, why bother to do it all?” I like that. A lot. I felt privileged to now observe what she had told me it was like for her when Rob is fucking her. He must have been a hell of a Marine Recon in his younger days. For at least ten minutes, he performed like a champion racehorse on a heated mare. I had an imagined impression of feeling their body heat and the strength of his stamina. Watching him take control of my wife caused me to imagine him running up a smoking hill in some long-ago battle.
Gigi’s eyelids opened widely and the white of her eyeballs looked like cherry juice swirling in milk. She climaxed, screaming “Yi-eeee!“ and gasped, “It’s fucking fantastical! ” After a few more hard thrusts, his body suddenly hesitated its hard pumping. He groaned and shuddered at the moment his cargo of seminal fluid shot into her cunt. As my wife was coming down from the high, Gigi gasped for breath and plopped her forehead onto her crossed forearms at the counter. She said to her back, “I guess you really did me as much as I missed you.” Rob chuckled and said, “Yeah. I did.” I was pleased at the realization they had the remainder of this night and yet another after that. I want other hot cocks inside my wife as much as does she.
They headed to the bath for a quick Navy shower and came to the table in robes. Her white terry robe is embossed at the breast with her initials and his with the word, “Guest.” Some time ago, I bought that robe because I didn’t like washing my own that she often offered to overnight male guests. I’m a fastidious type of guy and washed my robe immediately after whoever had worn it as soon as the guy left our place.
I offered wine, rum, or cola to go with the sandwiches, chips, and dip. Both chose the soft drinks, and I mixed mine with rum. We ate as Rob told us about his typical day teaching at the university. About a fourth of his students are in their twenties, the majority a year or two out of high school. Half his classes are held in the school’s planetarium, the rest in a regular classroom. In some ways, he preferred having taught at our smaller State university from which he was transferred and promoted as a department head. He grinned, turned to Gigi, and said, “Maybe that was because you were one of my night students.” My wife laughed and said, “A student with benefits.”
As Gigi rose from the table, she turned to me and said, “It’s his and my bedtime. Can you wash the dishes?”Rob and I chuckled at that. I said, “I’m pleased to do that.” About fifteen minutes later, I turned off the hallway light and walked past our bedroom toward the computer room. The door was half open and the two lay naked on the sheets and talked. I sat at my screen and pulled up my computer journal to record the night’s events. I hadn’t finished when I heard moans from the bedroom. Curious, I crept to the hall and peered around the door jamb. Rob lay between my wife’s long, splayed legs. His mouth eagerly munched her mound. Gigi’s head swiveled side to side on a pillow. She uttered, “Oh, oh, ohhh!” My dick swelled. Unzipping my fly, I pulled out my slowly inflating member and stroked its circumference.
Rob pulled away from her cunt, propped himself up onto his knees, and guided his shaft to her opening. Gigi gazed down at his member, now inching closer to its destination. Her breath escaped in huffs of anticipation. His cockhead parted her cuntal lips and slowly entered her channel. She encircled her arms about his neck and he lowered his body to hers until their lips met in a passionate kiss. Rob gave a small, final thrust to fully embed his tool in the warmness of her private cave. “Honeyyyy,” she muttered, “I love you.” He responded softly, “I love you too.” At the moment, I didn’t know whether either had used the love word in the past; or, if I did, I couldn’t recall her telling me. It doesn’t matter; I love it when she and another feel to deeply about each other while having sex. The remarks between them seemed to me as the impetus of his suddenly ramming into her like a jackhammer on tarmac. She wailed passionately, “Ohhh, godddd!” I was now jerking off like a madman. I turned away, my back to the wall, and stroked hurriedly amid their turbulent cries of desire.
I was cumming hard into a handkerchief minutes before he ejaculated. My wife sobbed as if out of control. At times, my wife can feel when a man ejaculates in her. I’m unable to imagine how she can feel that; yet, she has told me it happens with a few. But with Rob, she says she always experiences the effect. She can feel the sensation of his penis pulsing and then his ejaculate splashing in her cuntal walls. Once she claimed his fluid swirled within her like a whirlpool. I don’t know if it’s her imagination or really happens; but I have thought perhaps it’s chemicals in her brain when a rush of love and intimacy seem to flush throughout her body. Both she and I feel we aren’t fully in control of our thoughts at times of hot sex; so, who knows? Maybe she’s right. Either way, I like it.
I stumbled to our guest room where I slept that night. Just before 1 a.m., I was awakened by moans and sighs from across the hall. I didn’t go to watch this time. Instead, I lay stroking my then-limp putz until again falling asleep while Rob was still fucking my wife.
The following morning, I was up at my and my wife’s usual time of 5:30 a.m. and heard them talking from across the dark hallway. I walked to my door to hear their conversation; but, by then, their topic changed, and Gigi asked him, “What would you like for breakfast?” He said, “What do you have?” The topic reminded her of a joke. She responded:
Peter, age 15, and Paul, 10, were brothers. At the breakfast table, their father turned to Paul and said, “What would you like for breakfast?” Paul replied, “Pass the fucking corn flakes.” His dad, who had repeatedly warned him against foul language, said, “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?” Peter said, “Pass the fucking corn flakes.”
His dad whacked him with a hard slap across the face. Peter went flying across the floor and his back hit the kitchen counter. Paul’s mouth fell open. He stared aghast as his brother. The father then turned calmly to Paul and said, “And what would you like, Paul?”
Paul said, “I don’t know, but I sure don’t want any of those fucking corn flakes.”
Rob howled in laughter. To avoid being overheard and spotted as a voyeur, I held my hand over my mouth. I pulled a robe over my naked body and went to the kitchen to make scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and coffee and threw in a couple of green figs onto the plates. I buzzed them from our landline phone to say, “Breakfast’s ready.”
We were each in robes at the kitchen table, and Gigi offered grace before the meal. Rob glanced at his plate and said, “This is a lot better than fucking corn flakes.”
She and I laughed. I had heard her tell that joke before, but I find it hilarious each time I hear it.
Gigi had planned to be off work the following day. I didn’t and had to stay late for an after-hours meeting with two partners and a client. By the time I was home, she and Rob were humping in bed. A few minutes later, she buzzed me on the phone intercom to say they heard me come in. I told her there was no need for either to come out of the bedroom and offered to fix dinner if they wished. They had already eaten, so I opened a can of chili to heat in the microwave, pulled a beer from the fridge, and ate alone. I like “alone-time” often and didn’t mind the absence of either’s company. At the time I was clearing the table, I again heard sounds of sex emanating from our bedroom. That’s what I consider a good night for all. The two of them had a lot of catching up to do since Rob moved away. I do what I can to keep my wife happy and her libido satisfied.
The next morning, Rob left early to return home and prepare for his trip abroad. His primary purpose is to accompany an older female archaeology professor and a few student assistants in their elective class project. For the reason he wants to tour a bit on his own, he plans to return a week after the instructor and students leave for home. Before leaving our place, he and my wife made plans for her to again visit him at his apartment where he now lives. That’s likely to last a few days whenever it occurs this summer, but Gigi says she won’t be away as much as a full week. I agreed that works for me. She and I haven’t yet made plans for our vacation, but I would like to get away this summer to some mutually-agreed-upon spot. The past several weeks, of work responsibilities in particular, have worn each of us down a bit.
* * * * *
My wife’s boss phoned her Saturday morning. Because she had been off work a few days, he asked if he could come over. She had plans to drive to the city south of us to attend an arts and crafts festival and will return Sunday evening. She didn’t tell him she will be staying at her newest guy Martin’s home while in the town.
He said he would give me a call and go to lunch with me today. Instead, he first phoned to tell me Mary wanted him to invite me to their home Sunday evening and offered to allow him to watch as I fucked her. I’ll be at their place for a couple of hours tonight and should be home about the time my wife arrives.
Some members here asked in Personal Messages how my wife goes about meeting men in her daily life. There isn’t a single answer, but I have responded with her most common way to a few who have inquired. Over the years we have been members here, I don’t recall being asked that mentioned here in our thread. But it’s approximately how she came to know her newest guy Martin.
My wife Gigi has met most of the men who are fucking, or have fucked her in her daily life activities. She was 28 when she first agreed with my encouragement to have sex with others. She met a few men through two successive personals ads we had then placed at a couple of popular married-but-dating sites. Since then, she has developed effective and desirable ways to meet others without corresponding with men she knows nothing about.
I have personally observed this on one occasion, once written about here. That day, I told her I’m persistently amazed at how many fuckbuddies she has come across in her daily life. She thought my comment was funny and said it’s easier than I might imagine. She then offered me the opportunity to watch. We went to a lounge not far from the bank where she works. She sat at the bar while I sat at a distant table to watch. Within minutes, a lawyer visiting our town dropped in, sat next to her, and began a conversation. They soon left for the hotel a block away from where he was then staying. I picked her up later when she phoned me.
Her most common methodology has been, when meeting someone who interested her, was to begin a friendly conversation. She rarely removes her wedding ring. When the guy mentions she’s obviously married or asks if she is married, she responds with variations of, “I consider myself a ‘liberated’ married woman.” That comment is always intriguing to anyone to who it’s mentioned. The conversation continues when a man almost always asks what “liberated” means.
She says, “What do you think it means?” The “correct” response isn’t always right, so, dependent upon his answer, she says, “It’s also that, but try again.” Either immediately or eventually, the guy assumes it means she is free to date other men and, often, that her husband approves. She explains that her husband understands that’s best for a solid marital relationship.
My estimate is that about 90% of those times, the two will ultimately be fucking. Other circumstances sometimes come about that result in her extramarital relationships - like that of her ongoing affair with her boss. She would never say that to anyone either of us knows or to anyone who knows where she works. But her method above in casual encounters is almost always effective.
She is more forthright about her work and personal life after she and others have been fucking for a while and a degree of mutual trust has been established between them.
~ 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 love it when you just copy your journal Des. The reports are always longer and more detailed when you don’t edit them down. I like that.
Rob seems a real stud. Gigi staying over with Martin again. Wow
Rob seems a real stud. Gigi staying over with Martin again. Wow
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Wow, what a great update Des, I have to agree w/ tracy52, when yo just copy and past from your journal it seems to be more detailed which I just love. Narratives like "I was cumming hard into a handkerchief minutes before he ejaculated. My wife sobbed as if out of control. At times, my wife can feel when a man ejaculates in her. I’m unable to imagine how she can feel that; yet, she has told me it happens with a few. But with Rob, she says she always experiences the effect. She can feel the sensation of his penis pulsing and then his ejaculate splashing in her cuntal walls. Once she claimed his fluid swirled within her like a whirlpool. I don’t know if it’s her imagination or really happens; but I have thought perhaps it’s chemicals in her brain when a rush of love and intimacy seem to flush throughout her body. Both she and I feel we aren’t fully in control of our thoughts at times of hot sex; so, who knows? Maybe she’s right. Either way, I like it." are just over the top sexy and just plain amazing. I hope you keep using the copy and paste method as much as you can. I hope you enjoyed fucking Mary and hope you might mention some of the details in a future post. All the best...Cheers
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Hi Observer. On that occasion, they weren’t at our home but instead at either her hotel room or his home out of town. When one of her guys are at our home, it’s our tradition that they get the master bedroom, which has a particularly large bed. I sleep in the guest room’s double bed.Observer1931 wrote: ↑Sat Jun 11, 2022 12:11 pmDes Where did you sleep while Martin was at your place? Did you see or hear anything of interest?
So I didn’t really hear it. All I know about the two fucking when my wife was away is what she has told me. I suppose the most interesting part of their conversations she has passed along is the enthusiasm she expressed about how “close” she feels to him. I think of their relationship as being that of “in love” - or at least as close to that as two can get in a marital relationship like ours. I can understand why those feelings result in hotter and more intimate sex than people experience in more casual relationships.
I didn’t immediately recall writing that but then remembered mentioning, “At times, not all of my wife’s sexual encounters end happily but not necessarily for the reasons one might think.”
Your comment allowed me to realize I hadn’t expressed that fully. The remark was intended to refer to what happened their last night together. He received a phone call from his mother whose life was coming to an end. Martin’s and my wife’s parting ended on that sad note. The intimate sexual relationship that has developed between the two are unaffected. Although that particular circumstance hasn’t before come about, there have been times when she and a guy have been having sex and some unusual interruption comes about. As an example, I recall once a long time back when she and her boss were fucking overnight at his mountain home and her boss’ real estate agent drove up unexpectedly. Unanticipated happenings can bring about a rather sudden end to hot sex but once those moments pass, it doesn’t take long for her to get back into it.
Hi Rascal! I’ll respond to that in a PM… Writing all here in open forum has too many self-identifying tags in the event locals who know or work with us might recognize…rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Sat Jun 11, 2022 4:08 pmIt's wonderful to hear from you again, Des!!!! Thanks for the update. Been wondering who's been taking care of you lately. I was thinking it might have been Sammy keep track of you, wishful thinking on my part I guess!!
Rascal
Thanks for writing.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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Okay, I can do that, Scotch. I have often thought few would care about my extraneous thoughts I put in my journal, but I’ll be more forthcoming in the future.Scotch98 wrote: ↑Tue Jun 14, 2022 4:06 amWow, what a great update Des, I have to agree w/ tracy52, when yo just copy and paste from your journal it seems to be more detailed which I just love. Narratives like "I was cumming hard into a handkerchief minutes before he ejaculated. My wife sobbed as if out of control. At times, my wife can feel when a man ejaculates in her. I’m unable to imagine how she can feel that; yet, she has told me it happens with a few. But with Rob, she says she always experiences the effect. She can feel the sensation of his penis pulsing and then his ejaculate splashing in her cuntal walls. Once she claimed his fluid swirled within her like a whirlpool. I don’t know if it’s her imagination or really happens; but I have thought perhaps it’s chemicals in her brain when a rush of love and intimacy seem to flush throughout her body. Both she and I feel we aren’t fully in control of our thoughts at times of hot sex; so, who knows? Maybe she’s right. Either way, I like it." are just over the top sexy and just plain amazing. I hope you keep using the copy and paste method as much as you can. I hope you enjoyed fucking Mary and hope you might mention some of the details in a future post. All the best...Cheers
I haven’t added what happened last night to my journal but it will be brief anyway. I expected to be home late Monday evening, but a client had to reschedule the meeting for the reason his sales chief had a last-minute conflict. I had told Gigi I would likely be as late as sometime between 8-9 p.m. Instead I was able to leave for home around 5:30. When I pulled into the driveway, I spotted Derrick’s car parked behind our front wall. I backed out and parked on the street where my car would be unnoticed from our front windows. I wasn’t trying to be deceitful but instead just didn’t wish to interrupt him and my wife if his visit was more than just a friendly drop-in chat.
I quietly unlocked and opened the front door. Neither was in the living room or kitchen area, so I assumed they were having sex. I left my shoes alongside the couch and padded quietly down the hallway. I heard the sounds of fucking. My wife is often a screamer when having sex, but these sounds were softer - “Uh-huh - Uh-huh - Oh yeahhh.” When other guys are fucking her, they’re most often in our marital bed. This night, the moans and sighs emanated from the guest room. I peered around the open door. He was atop my wife. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he fucked her. Had I attempted to see more, either might have spotted me looking in on them. So I backed away and walked to the kitchen. I pulled a list of shopping items from beneath a magnet on our fridge, put on my shoes, and returned to my car.
I was at the local supermarket about an hour before returning home. His car was gone, so I parked in the garage and brought in the grocery bags to put away. Gigi had changed from her work clothes (or from naked actually) to beige jeans, a white pullover top, and running shoes. She said, “You’re home earlier than expected,” so I explained what happened but didn’t mention my earlier arrival. While having soup and salad for dinner, she looked across the table, grinned, and said, “Had you come home sooner, I would have had company.” She went on to tell me Derrick had dropped by and fucked her. I laughed and said I already knew that, adding that I had left quietly to leave them alone. Often in the past and under similar circumstances, I had waited in the living room until she and whoever was then with her came out from the bedroom. At times, I felt the guy was uncomfortable at the surprise of my being home at the time.
I told Gigi I would try to be more careful in the future. I didn’t ask for the details of just what occurred between them; it’s pretty much the same for those impromptu visits, regardless of who the guy might be. She expressed her appreciation for not my disturbing them. But, later in bed, the memory of Derrick fucking her returned. Her channel was still creamy with Derrick's semen. My body shuddered in excitation as I fucked her while asking occasional questions like, “Was it good for you?” or “Tell me how his cock felt inside you.” Her responses were along the lines of “Oh yeah, his dick feels so good in me. It’s been a while since he and I have gotten together.”
I moaned at her sensuous comments. Within three to five minutes, I was cumming hard into her warm cunt. It couldn't have been better had I heard every fiery detail.
~ Des
Last edited by Des 31 on Tue Jun 14, 2022 2:25 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
unedited but it's probably wordier than most wish to read:
I hope your edit does not degrade the saucier aspects of this journal, with me time is not a problem when immersing myself with both Gigi and your expanding involvement in the lifestyle. can understand his haste to get down to the task in hand with your wife's more provocative dress ensemble.
I hope your edit does not degrade the saucier aspects of this journal, with me time is not a problem when immersing myself with both Gigi and your expanding involvement in the lifestyle. can understand his haste to get down to the task in hand with your wife's more provocative dress ensemble.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Last night after my wife left work, she met up with Martin at a small motel about halfway between our town and his. He had phoned her at work earlier in the day to ask if she was free that night. She called me on her cell phone and I agreed that’s no problem for me. She should be home sometime after they leave the motel and have lunch. When again phoning me last night, she said Martin will soon be selling his interest in his and his partner’s furniture store and he plans to move back to his hometown three states away. I think I can guess why and how that has come about, but she said she tell me the details when she returns home. Her boss will be at our home tonight, probably staying until Sunday morning, but that’s another story I can explain later. For now, I’ll add some details from our past that may explain something about why she’s so agreeable about fucking other guys - and perhaps another reason this way of life first occurred to me. It’s a little fuzzy in my memory as to what exact point in time I first had that desire, but it could have first occurred to me when learning of her premarital sexual encounters.
* * * * *
A bit of Gigi’s history hasn’t before been told here. Because it happened so long ago and has no connection with hotwifery, I hadn’t considered writing about it the past. But I noticed a new poll at the hotwife board asking whether wives here had sex during the time she and her husband were dating and eventually married. My wife did, at least for a brief time. I once thought that experience, among others, had eventually contributed to our agreement that she has sex with other men, but she doubts my assumption.
When she and I first began dating in Gigi’s hometown, she was also having sex with a then-popular guy she first met when she was a senior in high school. He was a muscular Irish kid named Simon who was about the same height as her 5’11”, with thick red hair and a fit body. I’m told he had become something of a legend on their high school’s wrestling team, which typically doesn't get the publicity offered to other high school sports. They began fucking the summer before she entered college. Both worked that summer as lifeguards at the town swimming pool and were the last to lock up and leave when the pool closed each night at 6 p.m.
When telling me about their first time together, we were in bed having sex. They had flirted for a week or two and first had sex in the pool’s shower-and-changing room. On that memorable night, he knocked on her changing room door and asked if he could join her in changing back into their usual clothing. She was then naked and hesitated and before answering, Simon opened the door and was standing stark naked and holding his wet swimsuit, jeans, tee-shirt, and sneakers. His dick was fully erect, standing out straight in its full glory. She stammered, “I would like that.”
He walked over, stood beside her a moment, and remarked that for much of the afternoon, he had been staring at her across the pool while she sat atop her lifeguard tower. Staring down to his dick as his dickhead bounced against her bare hip, she was unable to talk. Her breath escaped in gasps, and her legs felt weak. He pulled her to him, kissing her on the mouth. As they stood together, his cock rested beneath her thighs, its topside against her vagina. She moaned and he urged her to her back onto the seat behind her. Her legs opened as he knelt between her thighs. Each stared into the other’s eyes as his cockhead parted the folds of her cunt. Neither said a word to the other, but she sobbed passionately as he fucked her. She thinks it was all over within five minutes, perhaps less, but a bond of mutual need had then been established between the two. From that day through summer’s end, he was fucking her almost daily and, on weekends, sometimes more than once a day. Within a week after their first encounter, the two established a ritual in which she sucked his cock before sex and he often went down on her.
Following that encounter, they were fucking at every opportunity until both went away to separate colleges. They continued to get together when home from school and up until her and my third or fourth date. They were never romantically involved in the sense most think of that sort of relationship. Instead, they would probably be best considered as friendly fuckbuddies who found a comforting way to satisfy their sexual needs. It continued off and on through her college years whenever she and he were home from school, and up until she and I first met. Each understood they would probably go on having sex until either of them entered into a more serious relationship. She thought he was a good physical match but not the sort she could imagine marrying.
After her and my third or fourth date, she and Simon stopped seeing each other. I didn't know about it until we had been married a while and the two of us got around to telling the other about our past relationships. I found the details of their encounters exciting, and she became very good at narrating their times together while she and I were having marital sex. Nowadays, she could be considered a "hotwife," and I thrill to her descriptive narratives as she tells me all that happened with her and another guy before she returns home from a date. He wasn't the only one with who she had sex but her time with him lasted longer than with others who had previously fucked her. I was fucking her at the time she told me all that. I asked, “Was it as good or better as the sex you and I have?” She chuckled and said, “I was 19 through 22. How the fuck do you think I felt?” I didn’t need to consider that for long. I was cumming hard into her cunt and cried out, “I love it!” She screamed in climax. I rolled off her and said, “You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Her lips curved into a sly smile, and she said, “Yeah. It’s your fault for bringing back that memory.”
They served again as lifeguards the following summer, but at the outset of their third summer break, another applicant was chosen over him. He came by each night to pick up Gigi after hours and they parked in various remote locations to fuck before he took her home. Before we moved to where we now live, the two met through chance on a weekend at a local supermarket where each was shopping. They had lunch together and he mentioned his memory of the times they had to be the best of his life. Gigi agreed, joking that maybe she was the better swimmer of the two but she had always looked forward to his “more important performances.” By then, she had told me everything and had no problem informing me of their informal meet-up that day. Because she was then married, they didn’t make arrangements to again have sex.
Once she had been fucked the first or second time by others - even before Simon’s young, stiff cock first entered her kitty - she realized she never again could be satisfied to live like a virgin. I think it was about a year after marriage that our marital sex had begun to become … well, not stale, but somewhat routine. It was at that time I began imagining her being fucked by someone else and began suggesting she consider having sex with others. She at first said there’s no way she could do that. Yet after about a year of my encouragement, she finally did but didn't at first confide that to me. As I have written here before, I learned about it by chance. She then confessed (or perhaps “agreed” would be a better word) she would then find it difficult to remain 100% faithful to me. I was thrilled, and our sex lives are now far better than even from the time we first married. At times, she has told me she wishes she had started when I first brought it up; upon reflection we each agreed that it's probably better this worked out the way it has.
~ Des
Follow-up, this afternoon: I couldn't decide whether I should post the above at all until now. She arrived home at 2:15 this afternoon and told me about her time with Martin. Because of plans this evening, we didn’t have sex as she brought me up to date about him fucking her and his new plans. He and his partner had each agreed that if either ever wished to sell their shares of the furniture store, the other would buy him out. Now that Martin has inherited his late mother’s estate and is sole beneficiary of her life insurance, he plans to sell his home and move to his family home three states away. The partners’ lawyer and accountant are working out the arrangements, and they’re parting amicably. He has plans to start another business in the city where he will soon be living, and he already has a potential buyer for his home.
Except for their going out for dinner last night and lunch today, both were fucking in the motel Martin had booked for the night. All she said about all of that was that it was “great,” and they’re likely to get together at least once more before he moves away.
Thursday night, her boss buzzed her in her office and asked if she could meet him in his office at the end of the work day. At the time, she thought they would be having sex. As it turned out, they met with a department head and his female assistant. The two said they had become romantically involved, are aware of the company rules, and that she would resign if their chief operating officer and Gigi felt it would be best. Both Gigi and her boss agreed both had been valuable employees. The woman was offered a position as a loan officer at the city’s nearest branch office if she preferred, and that would solve the problem. Gigi had just one question, why either had not previously signed the company agreement concerning intercompany relationships prior to entering into their relationship. They said it happened away from work only recently but didn’t wish to be secretive about it. The woman accepted the position.
As they left, her boss said his wife and a book club friend will be taking their planned trip out of town beginning Saturday morning and probably return Wednesday of next week. He asked if she was free this Saturday night. She said, “Not a problem, sir,” and invited him to stay overnight at our home. He suggested both he and I could fuck her if it’s okay with her. That isn’t a common happening in their relationship. Each has always preferred to be alone when having sex, so I’m pleased to watch and participate. I’m sure his will be the first dick in my wife’s pussy tonight
, and my wife expresses excitation over his unusual visit. We don't often get to do that with anyone. My wife usually prefers just one guy at a time. I'm more flexible, so I'm also pretty much charged up over this evening's plans.
~ Des
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A bit of Gigi’s history hasn’t before been told here. Because it happened so long ago and has no connection with hotwifery, I hadn’t considered writing about it the past. But I noticed a new poll at the hotwife board asking whether wives here had sex during the time she and her husband were dating and eventually married. My wife did, at least for a brief time. I once thought that experience, among others, had eventually contributed to our agreement that she has sex with other men, but she doubts my assumption.
When she and I first began dating in Gigi’s hometown, she was also having sex with a then-popular guy she first met when she was a senior in high school. He was a muscular Irish kid named Simon who was about the same height as her 5’11”, with thick red hair and a fit body. I’m told he had become something of a legend on their high school’s wrestling team, which typically doesn't get the publicity offered to other high school sports. They began fucking the summer before she entered college. Both worked that summer as lifeguards at the town swimming pool and were the last to lock up and leave when the pool closed each night at 6 p.m.
When telling me about their first time together, we were in bed having sex. They had flirted for a week or two and first had sex in the pool’s shower-and-changing room. On that memorable night, he knocked on her changing room door and asked if he could join her in changing back into their usual clothing. She was then naked and hesitated and before answering, Simon opened the door and was standing stark naked and holding his wet swimsuit, jeans, tee-shirt, and sneakers. His dick was fully erect, standing out straight in its full glory. She stammered, “I would like that.”
He walked over, stood beside her a moment, and remarked that for much of the afternoon, he had been staring at her across the pool while she sat atop her lifeguard tower. Staring down to his dick as his dickhead bounced against her bare hip, she was unable to talk. Her breath escaped in gasps, and her legs felt weak. He pulled her to him, kissing her on the mouth. As they stood together, his cock rested beneath her thighs, its topside against her vagina. She moaned and he urged her to her back onto the seat behind her. Her legs opened as he knelt between her thighs. Each stared into the other’s eyes as his cockhead parted the folds of her cunt. Neither said a word to the other, but she sobbed passionately as he fucked her. She thinks it was all over within five minutes, perhaps less, but a bond of mutual need had then been established between the two. From that day through summer’s end, he was fucking her almost daily and, on weekends, sometimes more than once a day. Within a week after their first encounter, the two established a ritual in which she sucked his cock before sex and he often went down on her.
Following that encounter, they were fucking at every opportunity until both went away to separate colleges. They continued to get together when home from school and up until her and my third or fourth date. They were never romantically involved in the sense most think of that sort of relationship. Instead, they would probably be best considered as friendly fuckbuddies who found a comforting way to satisfy their sexual needs. It continued off and on through her college years whenever she and he were home from school, and up until she and I first met. Each understood they would probably go on having sex until either of them entered into a more serious relationship. She thought he was a good physical match but not the sort she could imagine marrying.
After her and my third or fourth date, she and Simon stopped seeing each other. I didn't know about it until we had been married a while and the two of us got around to telling the other about our past relationships. I found the details of their encounters exciting, and she became very good at narrating their times together while she and I were having marital sex. Nowadays, she could be considered a "hotwife," and I thrill to her descriptive narratives as she tells me all that happened with her and another guy before she returns home from a date. He wasn't the only one with who she had sex but her time with him lasted longer than with others who had previously fucked her. I was fucking her at the time she told me all that. I asked, “Was it as good or better as the sex you and I have?” She chuckled and said, “I was 19 through 22. How the fuck do you think I felt?” I didn’t need to consider that for long. I was cumming hard into her cunt and cried out, “I love it!” She screamed in climax. I rolled off her and said, “You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Her lips curved into a sly smile, and she said, “Yeah. It’s your fault for bringing back that memory.”
They served again as lifeguards the following summer, but at the outset of their third summer break, another applicant was chosen over him. He came by each night to pick up Gigi after hours and they parked in various remote locations to fuck before he took her home. Before we moved to where we now live, the two met through chance on a weekend at a local supermarket where each was shopping. They had lunch together and he mentioned his memory of the times they had to be the best of his life. Gigi agreed, joking that maybe she was the better swimmer of the two but she had always looked forward to his “more important performances.” By then, she had told me everything and had no problem informing me of their informal meet-up that day. Because she was then married, they didn’t make arrangements to again have sex.
Once she had been fucked the first or second time by others - even before Simon’s young, stiff cock first entered her kitty - she realized she never again could be satisfied to live like a virgin. I think it was about a year after marriage that our marital sex had begun to become … well, not stale, but somewhat routine. It was at that time I began imagining her being fucked by someone else and began suggesting she consider having sex with others. She at first said there’s no way she could do that. Yet after about a year of my encouragement, she finally did but didn't at first confide that to me. As I have written here before, I learned about it by chance. She then confessed (or perhaps “agreed” would be a better word) she would then find it difficult to remain 100% faithful to me. I was thrilled, and our sex lives are now far better than even from the time we first married. At times, she has told me she wishes she had started when I first brought it up; upon reflection we each agreed that it's probably better this worked out the way it has.
~ Des
Follow-up, this afternoon: I couldn't decide whether I should post the above at all until now. She arrived home at 2:15 this afternoon and told me about her time with Martin. Because of plans this evening, we didn’t have sex as she brought me up to date about him fucking her and his new plans. He and his partner had each agreed that if either ever wished to sell their shares of the furniture store, the other would buy him out. Now that Martin has inherited his late mother’s estate and is sole beneficiary of her life insurance, he plans to sell his home and move to his family home three states away. The partners’ lawyer and accountant are working out the arrangements, and they’re parting amicably. He has plans to start another business in the city where he will soon be living, and he already has a potential buyer for his home.
Except for their going out for dinner last night and lunch today, both were fucking in the motel Martin had booked for the night. All she said about all of that was that it was “great,” and they’re likely to get together at least once more before he moves away.
Thursday night, her boss buzzed her in her office and asked if she could meet him in his office at the end of the work day. At the time, she thought they would be having sex. As it turned out, they met with a department head and his female assistant. The two said they had become romantically involved, are aware of the company rules, and that she would resign if their chief operating officer and Gigi felt it would be best. Both Gigi and her boss agreed both had been valuable employees. The woman was offered a position as a loan officer at the city’s nearest branch office if she preferred, and that would solve the problem. Gigi had just one question, why either had not previously signed the company agreement concerning intercompany relationships prior to entering into their relationship. They said it happened away from work only recently but didn’t wish to be secretive about it. The woman accepted the position.
As they left, her boss said his wife and a book club friend will be taking their planned trip out of town beginning Saturday morning and probably return Wednesday of next week. He asked if she was free this Saturday night. She said, “Not a problem, sir,” and invited him to stay overnight at our home. He suggested both he and I could fuck her if it’s okay with her. That isn’t a common happening in their relationship. Each has always preferred to be alone when having sex, so I’m pleased to watch and participate. I’m sure his will be the first dick in my wife’s pussy tonight
, and my wife expresses excitation over his unusual visit. We don't often get to do that with anyone. My wife usually prefers just one guy at a time. I'm more flexible, so I'm also pretty much charged up over this evening's plans.~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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Sounds awesome. Did you end up going over to fuck Mary while Mr B watched? Is this returning the favour?
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Great Update Des and interesting info on Gigi's Time w/ the life Guard. I am looking forward to hearing about last night's adventure w/ you, Gigi and her Boss. I am sure that was a really hot time. Cheers
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You and Tracey had the same question. I didn't make notes about my time with Mary, but some other happenings have been ongoing for a while for Gigi that have captured my attention, and I'll post that from today's journal. I'll try to reconstruct that night from memory later.Scotch98 wrote: ↑Tue Jun 14, 2022 4:06 amWow, what a great update Des, I have to agree w/ tracy52, when yo just copy and past from your journal it seems to be more detailed which I just love. Narratives like "I was cumming hard into a handkerchief minutes before he ejaculated. My wife sobbed as if out of control. At times, my wife can feel when a man ejaculates in her. I’m unable to imagine how she can feel that; yet, she has told me it happens with a few. But with Rob, she says she always experiences the effect. She can feel the sensation of his penis pulsing and then his ejaculate splashing in her cuntal walls. Once she claimed his fluid swirled within her like a whirlpool. I don’t know if it’s her imagination or really happens; but I have thought perhaps it’s chemicals in her brain when a rush of love and intimacy seem to flush throughout her body. Both she and I feel we aren’t fully in control of our thoughts at times of hot sex; so, who knows? Maybe she’s right. Either way, I like it." are just over the top sexy and just plain amazing. I hope you keep using the copy and paste method as much as you can. I hope you enjoyed fucking Mary and hope you might mention some of the details in a future post. All the best...Cheers
Glad you and some other regular readers here liked the last posting. For me, what came about last night was the best of a long time for me - and evidently pretty good for my wife.
- 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 could add a couple of other updates today, but the more important to me at the moment is the culmination of a friendship that has been in development for weeks. Over time, it transformed into an obsession for something deeper.
My wife has become friends with a new guy over the past month and a half. He has the unusual Old English, or maybe Irish, name of Weldon. I didn’t think it would come to much until recently, but it has been developing nicely for the two of them. She first met him at a local civics club where she was a guest that evening. She and the woman who invited her were seated at a table where the man sat at my wife’s other side. The woman had to leave for work reasons after the group’s dinner meeting and just before a guest speaker was to address the group. She and the man who had introduced himself struck up a conversation. I have yet to meet him, but she described him as having light brown hair and brown eyes, easy-going and self-effacing. She thinks he’s about 6’1” and considers him a good conversationalist. He is said to have an “innocent” personality, somewhat low-key, with a hobby of photography. He has an office job with the City’s water department and is unmarried.
After the meeting ended that evening, Weldon walked her to her car, parked near his own, and they chatted for some fifteen minutes. He mentioned he had recently purchased a home in the City’s newest subdivision and gave some information about it. She said, “You should hold a housewarming party. I would like to see it.” He chuckled and said, “Maybe I will. Give me your phone number, and I’ll let you know if I do.” She wrote her cell phone number on the back of her business card and handed it to him. At home, she told me she found him to be interesting. Later in bed, I went down on her, looked up, and said, “Would you fuck him?” She smiled and said, “So far, it’s just a friendly meeting.” But as I was later fucking her, I asked if she was thinking about him as we had sex. I’m not sure she really was but as my dick thrust through her cunt, she squealed, “Oh yeah! Fuck me!” I was cumming immediately.
Since then, the two have met three times for lunch at an Asian restaurant halfway between the bank where she works and the City’s administrative building where he’s a middle manager for the drafting division. He has phoned her cell phone several times for a few minutes' chats. At perhaps their last meeting, she sensed electricity between them but neither mentioned it. Last Tuesday and at his suggestion, they met at four-thirty after work at the City park for hot dogs and soft drinks and sat across from each other at one of the tables alongside the lake. Having then finished their meal, they walked together through the park’s winding path to the parking lot. They stopped to sit on a stone bench and talk a few minutes. He said, “You’re becoming my closest friend.” She smiled and said, “I was thinking the same.”
Each time, the two learned more about the other. I realized how much he was increasingly in her thoughts only because she talked about him so often. At their luncheon this past week, he invited her to attend a Toastmaster meeting the following night. The group convenes on each month's third Wednesday at seven p.m. She accepted and told me she should be home as late as ten o’clock. I asked if she thought they were finally going to have sex. She said, “Maybe. He and I haven’t mentioned anything like that.” I surmised that she would if he asked, and she said, “Yes. I would like that.” The possibility flooded my thoughts as I was driving home that night. The moment I had parked the car in our garage and was alone in the bedroom, I unzipped my fly and jerked off. I could imagine their excitation as his dick parted her cuntal folds and was cumming hard within two or three minutes.
That didn’t quite come about, but an intimate moment changed the nature of their relationship. When the meeting ended, he walked alongside her to her car where they chatted for a few minutes. She inquired how he like his new home. He responded he would like her to see it if she could come by a night this week. She told him she would be free this Friday for the reason I am to be out of town until Monday. I’m not going anywhere this weekend, but that was the first thought to cross her mind.
She laid a hand on his and said, “I have to agree with you about something. I also think you’re my newest best friend.” She got into her car, and he leaned his elbows against the driver’s side window. He responded he liked that and looked forward to seeing her at his place. Her face was close to hers. The two fell silent and stared into the other’s eyes. She didn’t move away as his face moved closer. Her lips parted and he kissed her deeply.
Realizing what he had just done, he pulled back and said, “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” Gigi licked her lips and said softly, “I’m glad you did.” She started the engine as he stood back and said, “I’ll be at your place next week.” Some couples consider sex with those outside their marriage is risky. It isn't the sex that poses problems; it's who you can trust. My wife has learned how to determine who's likely to be a problem.
She ran an online background check, asked the right questions, and received the right answers. She concluded Weldon checked all the boxes.
Part of my wanting them to fuck originated with the recollection of an article I once read. The message of that article was there’s no greater excitement for two people of the opposite sex who are close friends at the moment the two finally consummate their relationship by fucking. It’s common for two friends who are sexually attracted to the other to imagine sex. Over time, the feeling becomes overwhelming. When the guy’s cock ultimately enters the vagina of his friend, the intensity of the moment is often explosive. I have read that’s also true for those attracted to the same sex; a guy who has dreamed of sucking the dick of another man with whom he feels close can become irresistible. And now, I was sure he and my wife were anxiously primed to fulfill their desires. I shuddered at the reckoning soon to come about. I began to suggest to Gigi how great it would be if they could come together in the best of ways; and each time I brought it up, I detected the excitation in her eyes and behaviors. When fucking her one night, I said, “You want him, don’t you?” She whimpered, “Yesss. I want him to fuck me.” My inflamed imagination of what it would be like for them was all-consuming. I whined, “I want that too.”
At the time, I wasn’t sure it would truly come about. I’m sure any husband in our way of life soon recognizes that his wife’s best friends are those who are fucking her. In marital arrangements like ours, the two sexual partners share intimacies in which the husband can never be a part. But if her husband is fully agreeable to her extramarital relationships, he experiences a separate joy at what psychologists refer to as his wife’s actualization. She is more of a woman than she otherwise would be; and their marriage ultimately becomes fulfilled in ways neither spouse could imagine before each experiences the pleasure that comes about. I wish all married couples could do what we do - but doubt most spouses have the right personalities, trusting relationships, and attitudes for this to work.
What is different this time is that my wife and Weldon have bonded like a couple falling in love. I knew that if or when a sexual relationship developed, he would be among those for whom she most cares. The idea thrilled me. Almost every time I imagined what it would be like for her, my cock swelled. I wanted this to happen. I let her know as often as I felt it appropriate to tell her. She and I, and probably Weldon, realized their genial kiss in the parking lot was the prelude to the consummation of their sexual congress.
On Friday, Gigi had two appointments away from the bank. She anticipated she would go home in the early afternoon rather than return to the office. I knew my work responsibilities at the week’s end would be light. That morning at the breakfast table, I asked if she minded my taking off work early and helping her prep for her visit to Weldon’s home. She smiled and said, “If you wish. I would like that.”
As she was leaving Friday’s latter appointment, she phoned me while walking to her car. She had just arrived at home when I drove into the garage at three p.m. Each of us most often shower for clean-ups; but on this occasion, I shed my clothes, ran warm water into the circular tub for her, and added bath fragrance petals. She smiled in surprise as she walked into the bath. I held her hand as she stepped into the tub and massaged every inch of her naked body with liquid soap. She grinned at my swollen cock that bobbed and bounced against the tub’s rim. Gigi moaned as I ran a finger across her clitoris. She cooed, “Don’t make me cum. I don’t want to reduce the sensation with Weldon.” I nodded, saying with a nervous tremor in my throat, “I want that for you too.” I instead concentrated on massaging her legs and feet. She licked her lower lip and said, “I’m as nervous about tonight as a 19-year-old who’s about to be fucked her first time.’ My hands shook in excitation. I imagined Weldon’s imagination was as inflamed as my wife’s. We suspected he had ever before engaged in adultery, but we couldn’t know with certainty. I helped her with makeup and chose a white, knee-length dress that bares her shoulders. White dress shoes, two-inch heels, and a pearl necklace completed her outfit. The heels would make her as tall as Weldon but not taller. I wanted to fuck her before she left but knew that was out of the question. I recall only twice she has allowed me a pre-fuck before a date.
Once dressed, she looked magnificent as she sat in the armchair alongside our bed. I knelt to slip on her shoes. I asked if she planned to tell him I’m aware and approved of their having sex. She said, “When the time seems right. Maybe tonight. So far, that could never have occurred to him.” I was still kneeling when she stood, looked down at my bobbing dick, and said, “Maybe you really do love this as much as I do.” I reminded her of my frequent claim that I get as much out of it as does she, but she has in the past expressed doubt that’s possible. She responded with a grin and said, “Tonight, I’m somewhat convinced. I hope you’re stroking really good here at home at the moment he and I are fucking.”
Her comment caused my throat to constrict and my body to shudder. My voice croaked as I said, “Oh yeah. I want your night to be good.” I turned about on my knees as she strode out our bedroom door and said to her back, “I’m sure it will be.”
My dick deflated as I dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. While she calmed down on our couch by reading the newspaper and a magazine, I vacuumed the floors. As dark descended, she looked at her watch and said, “It’s time to leave. You can phone me if you wish, but don’t call before eleven.” She affirmed she would be home late and perhaps at an undetermined time the following morning. Weldon was under the impression I’m out of town this weekend, so whatever time she returned home was irrelevant. I gave her a deep kiss and watched from our front bay window as her car backed out of our driveway. I squeezed the growing bulge in my jeans and muttered to a mental image of Weldon alongside me, “Fuck her good.”
* * * * *
I called her iPhone within a minute of eleven p.m. I had thought for at least an hour about what I would say to her and finally decided upon the right words. She picked up on the fourth ring. I didn’t then know Weldon’s dick was deep in her cunt, but she gasped as she said, “Hi, hubby. How’s your trip going?” She would later tell me she was smiling up at Weldon as we talked. He withdrew his cock and laid alongside her. I didn’t know she had turned on her iPhone’s speaker so he could listen to our conversation.
The first minute or so was that of ordinary conversation. I told her I would return home Sunday morning instead of Monday. I went on, “There are times I wish you had another guy to keep you company whenever I’m traveling.” She laughed and said, “What do you mean by ‘keeping me company?’ Like for sex?” Her response was as good as I could have imagined. I said, “I wouldn’t mind. I have thought about that for a long time as you know.” She turned to Weldon, grinned broadly, and said to me, “That’s an interesting idea. If you’re serious, we can talk about it when you get home.” Mostly for Weldon’s benefit, I assured her I was sincere and went on, “I can’t think of anything more exciting for you and me.” Gigi chuckled and said, “Me either.” At that moment, Weldon began stroking his dick and moved between her thighs. His tongue licked her clitoris. My wife gasped and panted like a dog out of breath. I remarked her reaction seemed as if she were excited about the concept. Her breath heaved in response to Weldon’s tongue lashing her cunt. Her voice tremored as she said, “Yes. I know what you want. I want it too.” Her responses allowed me to realize she had not yet told him of my approval if she were fucking someone else. And now, he knows.
I signed off by saying I would be home sometime Sunday, adding, “I love you,” and hung up our landline.
Weldon knelt and guided his stiff cock to the mouth of her cunt. He said, “That’s fucking perfect. I would never have thought of anything like that.” She raised her hips to allow his stick full access, and his dickhead slid easily into her wet slit. He fucked her furiously as she moaned and sighed. He muttered, “Do you know I’ve fallen in love with you?” She whined, “I know. You said I have become your best friend, and you’re my new best friend. I love you too.” She screamed as his stiff tool slammed into her. Their flesh slapped wildly against the other. At least once, she said, his dickhead bumped against her cervix. Amid the fury of their delirious fucking, she repeatedly mewed, “I love you. I love you.”
She was coming moments before he ejaculated with a shout. His sperm spurted into her cunt’s steaming channel. When she later told me all this as I screwed her, she claimed she could feel his love juice splashing hotly into her.
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Most often, my wife tells me almost all relevant details whenever someone else has fucked her. It’s virtually impossible to recall every second’s happening at those times, but I get enough to excite me and add to my journal. Friday night’s event was one of those in which she got only snippets before I was furiously pumping her cunt and cumming hard way too soon. I wanted to last longer, but my excitation was in full force when she returned home this morning. But what she told me sent me over the top.
When Weldon ushered her into his home Friday night, he served wine and guided her through his two-bedroom place. He hadn’t mentioned the home he recently purchased also has a moderate-size swimming pool and a redwood, four-person-size sauna heated by an electric device fashioned to look like burning coals. The sauna was the last area he showed her. After turning on the heater in the enclosed space, their conversation fell silent. Their mutual stares mimicked that of the night they first kissed in the hotel’s parking lot.
He said, “I missed you after our last get-together.” She gulped and said, “Me too.” He placed a hand behind her back, drawing her closer, and kissed her fully on the mouth. His hand reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, pulled it down, and her dress fell to the floor. She was then wearing only high-rise panties and her shoes, which she quickly kicked away. She unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt as he pulled his shirt over his head.
When both were naked, he urged her back to the redwood-paneled wall and curled his fist around his swollen cock. My wife moaned and invitingly spread her legs. She was otherwise motionless as he maneuvered his dickhead to her shaven pussy. She gasped as his dickhead parted her slit and muttered, “Oh godd! I wanted you.” He thrust quickly into her and responded, “Not as much as I wanted to be with you.” She yelped as his staff rapidly and repeatedly propelled its full length into her cunt. His eyes were as wide as hers and both were steaming with lust. She cried out, “It’s so good! You feel wonderful,” followed by squeals and machine-gun-like sobs of “Oh, oh!” The room was heating rapidly and perspiration rolled down her cheeks.
And all this was then the culmination of their growing desires. I cannot quite imagine her true feelings as she described those to me. She said it was better than the days she first discovered sex with a man. Her mind exploded with images of a billion stars bursting in the darkened sauna, limned only by the heater’s lighting. It didn’t last long, perhaps no more than five minutes. His groan announced he was about to cum. My wife’s head urgently shook from side to side and sweat flew in pellets from her forehead. She wailed, “Yes! Yes!” His load of semen erupted into her tunnel. Gigi didn’t climax, but the night was young. Weldon withdrew his penis as she stared at him in wondrous liking.
He suggested a swim in his pool. They bathed beneath the showerhead at the back wall and my wife dove in first. He raced her the length of the pool and back, but she was faster by a half-pool length. He surmised she must be a practiced swimmer; she told him of her achievements on her high school team. When asked, she admitted she’s also a practiced diver. His pool has no diving board, but he mentioned he had noticed the way she dove in from the deck. He laughed and said, “Yeah, you’re definitely better than me in that way.” She grasped his then-deflated dick and said, “That’s okay. You’re super at other things I like - as you demonstrated in the sauna.” Later that night, as she observed him from bed in the adjoining bath, she noticed he took a pill from a pharmaceutical bottle and swallowed it with a glass of water. She later came to think the pill was something like Viagara or Cialis. She said to me, “Whatever it was, it works well.”
An hour after their brief swim and a light meal in his dining room, he led her to his bedroom. As they approached the bed, she glanced down to his fat stalk, proudly and gloriously standing out like a flag pole. Her heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. He turned her about and drew her close for an extended kiss. Her arms embraced his neck. Urging her to her back on the bed, he made a dive with his mouth onto her shaven cunt. His tongue lashed her clitoris like a velvet whip. She squealed, “Oh my god!” and, as he went on mouthing her muff, she pleaded “Fuck me. Fuck me please.” He turned her to her knees and his pole entered her slit from the rear. My wife’s hands gripped the top of the headboard as their flesh slapped together. This time, he lasted far longer. Gigi climaxed twice amid her screams of delight. She whimpered at least twice as he pounded her pussy, “I love you.” He responded with the same words, and I’m sure each meant it while having hot sex. I have seen my wife enthralled like a mare in heat many times, but this clearly was a truly great fucking - and she told me that in those exact words.
But nothing lasts forever. She believes he was pummeling her pussy for as much as an hour; but she tends to lose her sense of time when fucking, so I take her comments like that with some doubt.
When telling me this, I was fucking her insanely. My dick seemed hard enough to pound rocks. At the moment she said his birth juice rushed into her, I groaned pitifully and was cumming like a gusher. I continued thrusting slowly until every drop of semen was depleted. Gigi reached aside to the bedside table for a mint from the candy bowl, popped it into her mouth, and said, “Glad you like it, Kemo Sabi. I did too.” I whimpered, “I loved it.” I rolled aside and said, “I guess this will be a long-term friendship.” She said she hoped so but doesn’t assume any of her relationships to be assured in that way. “It’s definitely not like anything I’ve been through before.” I think I know her meaning but not really sure, and I didn’t ask for an explanation.
They fucked a couple more times through the night and the following morning before she left for home. After the first of those, my wife fell asleep almost immediately; when he couldn’t detect she was breathing, he panicked and touched her, causing her to awaken. He said, “I thought you were dead.” She laughed and said, “It can seem like that when I’m zonked. The French have a phrase, ‘La petite mort,’ meaning ‘little death,’ because after an orgasm it can seem like one has died.” She had once been told that by a guy who was then fucking her, but I cannot recall his name and I never got around to meeting him.
Weldon asked when she was again free, but her boss will be fucking her some night the following week and they haven’t yet set the time or place for that. She responded that she will talk with her husband about his desire for her to have sex with another man. He asked if she planned to tell him about her night with him.
To maintain the deception I didn’t know about the night, she said, “Depends. I’ll see how the conversation goes. I’m sure you and I can get together again soon.” He said he would trust her judgment and asked, “Do you have any guilt about breaking your marriage vows?” Gigi grinned and said, “I haven’t broken any vows. I promised only to remain married as long as we shall live. We had a run-through with the pastor for the ceremony before we married. Nothing was said about whether I could have sex with others after marrying. I had no thoughts of ever doing that at the time, but I would never agree to anything that would restrict my freedom. The only freedoms I’m willing to forego are any that are illegal. What you and I do isn’t against the law, and I don’t consider it immoral.”
If he didn’t already know that about my wife, he would soon have learned anyway as others have. To affirm I have no problem with her emotional closeness to Weldon, I told her anytime she wishes to see him is fine with me. She chuckled at that and said, “I know it’s more than ‘fine’ with you. You didn’t need to tell me.” She smirked, adding, “I love being married to a sexual deviate.” I said, “Hey, what is that for a guy’s self esteem?”
* * * * *
Something else: Since I was last here at this website, Beau and his wife Sherry stopped by our home for a visit. We sat chatting in the patio’s hot tub. Beau whispered something to my wife and they left for the bedroom. Sherry and I were tired from our days’ work and weren’t up to that, so we remained in the hot tub. She stroked my pole as she talked about her work at the airport. When she realized I was fully erect, she jerked me off rapidly and I was cumming with a groan. She smiled and said, “That was fun.”
In no more than fifteen minutes since my wife and Beau left to fuck in our bedroom, they returned to the patio. He was wearing Gigi’s white terry cloth robe and she was attired in one of my half-buttoned-up dress shirts and a pair of my boxer shorts. They plopped onto lawn chairs near us and Sherry commented on their choice of clothing. Beau said he didn’t realize Gigi had given him her robe until seeing her name embroidered in blue thread at the breast. He pointed to my shorts on Gigi and joked, “I guess we’re both cross-dressers now.” Gigi looked aside at him with a fake, mocking glare and said, “Whatever you wanna think, Little Buddy, but don’t expect me to get a sex-change operation.”
We laughed at that, got dressed and went out for pizza and beer, after which the four of us departed for our homes.
~ Des
My wife has become friends with a new guy over the past month and a half. He has the unusual Old English, or maybe Irish, name of Weldon. I didn’t think it would come to much until recently, but it has been developing nicely for the two of them. She first met him at a local civics club where she was a guest that evening. She and the woman who invited her were seated at a table where the man sat at my wife’s other side. The woman had to leave for work reasons after the group’s dinner meeting and just before a guest speaker was to address the group. She and the man who had introduced himself struck up a conversation. I have yet to meet him, but she described him as having light brown hair and brown eyes, easy-going and self-effacing. She thinks he’s about 6’1” and considers him a good conversationalist. He is said to have an “innocent” personality, somewhat low-key, with a hobby of photography. He has an office job with the City’s water department and is unmarried.
After the meeting ended that evening, Weldon walked her to her car, parked near his own, and they chatted for some fifteen minutes. He mentioned he had recently purchased a home in the City’s newest subdivision and gave some information about it. She said, “You should hold a housewarming party. I would like to see it.” He chuckled and said, “Maybe I will. Give me your phone number, and I’ll let you know if I do.” She wrote her cell phone number on the back of her business card and handed it to him. At home, she told me she found him to be interesting. Later in bed, I went down on her, looked up, and said, “Would you fuck him?” She smiled and said, “So far, it’s just a friendly meeting.” But as I was later fucking her, I asked if she was thinking about him as we had sex. I’m not sure she really was but as my dick thrust through her cunt, she squealed, “Oh yeah! Fuck me!” I was cumming immediately.
Since then, the two have met three times for lunch at an Asian restaurant halfway between the bank where she works and the City’s administrative building where he’s a middle manager for the drafting division. He has phoned her cell phone several times for a few minutes' chats. At perhaps their last meeting, she sensed electricity between them but neither mentioned it. Last Tuesday and at his suggestion, they met at four-thirty after work at the City park for hot dogs and soft drinks and sat across from each other at one of the tables alongside the lake. Having then finished their meal, they walked together through the park’s winding path to the parking lot. They stopped to sit on a stone bench and talk a few minutes. He said, “You’re becoming my closest friend.” She smiled and said, “I was thinking the same.”
Each time, the two learned more about the other. I realized how much he was increasingly in her thoughts only because she talked about him so often. At their luncheon this past week, he invited her to attend a Toastmaster meeting the following night. The group convenes on each month's third Wednesday at seven p.m. She accepted and told me she should be home as late as ten o’clock. I asked if she thought they were finally going to have sex. She said, “Maybe. He and I haven’t mentioned anything like that.” I surmised that she would if he asked, and she said, “Yes. I would like that.” The possibility flooded my thoughts as I was driving home that night. The moment I had parked the car in our garage and was alone in the bedroom, I unzipped my fly and jerked off. I could imagine their excitation as his dick parted her cuntal folds and was cumming hard within two or three minutes.
That didn’t quite come about, but an intimate moment changed the nature of their relationship. When the meeting ended, he walked alongside her to her car where they chatted for a few minutes. She inquired how he like his new home. He responded he would like her to see it if she could come by a night this week. She told him she would be free this Friday for the reason I am to be out of town until Monday. I’m not going anywhere this weekend, but that was the first thought to cross her mind.
She laid a hand on his and said, “I have to agree with you about something. I also think you’re my newest best friend.” She got into her car, and he leaned his elbows against the driver’s side window. He responded he liked that and looked forward to seeing her at his place. Her face was close to hers. The two fell silent and stared into the other’s eyes. She didn’t move away as his face moved closer. Her lips parted and he kissed her deeply.
Realizing what he had just done, he pulled back and said, “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” Gigi licked her lips and said softly, “I’m glad you did.” She started the engine as he stood back and said, “I’ll be at your place next week.” Some couples consider sex with those outside their marriage is risky. It isn't the sex that poses problems; it's who you can trust. My wife has learned how to determine who's likely to be a problem.
She ran an online background check, asked the right questions, and received the right answers. She concluded Weldon checked all the boxes.
Part of my wanting them to fuck originated with the recollection of an article I once read. The message of that article was there’s no greater excitement for two people of the opposite sex who are close friends at the moment the two finally consummate their relationship by fucking. It’s common for two friends who are sexually attracted to the other to imagine sex. Over time, the feeling becomes overwhelming. When the guy’s cock ultimately enters the vagina of his friend, the intensity of the moment is often explosive. I have read that’s also true for those attracted to the same sex; a guy who has dreamed of sucking the dick of another man with whom he feels close can become irresistible. And now, I was sure he and my wife were anxiously primed to fulfill their desires. I shuddered at the reckoning soon to come about. I began to suggest to Gigi how great it would be if they could come together in the best of ways; and each time I brought it up, I detected the excitation in her eyes and behaviors. When fucking her one night, I said, “You want him, don’t you?” She whimpered, “Yesss. I want him to fuck me.” My inflamed imagination of what it would be like for them was all-consuming. I whined, “I want that too.”
At the time, I wasn’t sure it would truly come about. I’m sure any husband in our way of life soon recognizes that his wife’s best friends are those who are fucking her. In marital arrangements like ours, the two sexual partners share intimacies in which the husband can never be a part. But if her husband is fully agreeable to her extramarital relationships, he experiences a separate joy at what psychologists refer to as his wife’s actualization. She is more of a woman than she otherwise would be; and their marriage ultimately becomes fulfilled in ways neither spouse could imagine before each experiences the pleasure that comes about. I wish all married couples could do what we do - but doubt most spouses have the right personalities, trusting relationships, and attitudes for this to work.
What is different this time is that my wife and Weldon have bonded like a couple falling in love. I knew that if or when a sexual relationship developed, he would be among those for whom she most cares. The idea thrilled me. Almost every time I imagined what it would be like for her, my cock swelled. I wanted this to happen. I let her know as often as I felt it appropriate to tell her. She and I, and probably Weldon, realized their genial kiss in the parking lot was the prelude to the consummation of their sexual congress.
On Friday, Gigi had two appointments away from the bank. She anticipated she would go home in the early afternoon rather than return to the office. I knew my work responsibilities at the week’s end would be light. That morning at the breakfast table, I asked if she minded my taking off work early and helping her prep for her visit to Weldon’s home. She smiled and said, “If you wish. I would like that.”
As she was leaving Friday’s latter appointment, she phoned me while walking to her car. She had just arrived at home when I drove into the garage at three p.m. Each of us most often shower for clean-ups; but on this occasion, I shed my clothes, ran warm water into the circular tub for her, and added bath fragrance petals. She smiled in surprise as she walked into the bath. I held her hand as she stepped into the tub and massaged every inch of her naked body with liquid soap. She grinned at my swollen cock that bobbed and bounced against the tub’s rim. Gigi moaned as I ran a finger across her clitoris. She cooed, “Don’t make me cum. I don’t want to reduce the sensation with Weldon.” I nodded, saying with a nervous tremor in my throat, “I want that for you too.” I instead concentrated on massaging her legs and feet. She licked her lower lip and said, “I’m as nervous about tonight as a 19-year-old who’s about to be fucked her first time.’ My hands shook in excitation. I imagined Weldon’s imagination was as inflamed as my wife’s. We suspected he had ever before engaged in adultery, but we couldn’t know with certainty. I helped her with makeup and chose a white, knee-length dress that bares her shoulders. White dress shoes, two-inch heels, and a pearl necklace completed her outfit. The heels would make her as tall as Weldon but not taller. I wanted to fuck her before she left but knew that was out of the question. I recall only twice she has allowed me a pre-fuck before a date.
Once dressed, she looked magnificent as she sat in the armchair alongside our bed. I knelt to slip on her shoes. I asked if she planned to tell him I’m aware and approved of their having sex. She said, “When the time seems right. Maybe tonight. So far, that could never have occurred to him.” I was still kneeling when she stood, looked down at my bobbing dick, and said, “Maybe you really do love this as much as I do.” I reminded her of my frequent claim that I get as much out of it as does she, but she has in the past expressed doubt that’s possible. She responded with a grin and said, “Tonight, I’m somewhat convinced. I hope you’re stroking really good here at home at the moment he and I are fucking.”
Her comment caused my throat to constrict and my body to shudder. My voice croaked as I said, “Oh yeah. I want your night to be good.” I turned about on my knees as she strode out our bedroom door and said to her back, “I’m sure it will be.”
My dick deflated as I dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. While she calmed down on our couch by reading the newspaper and a magazine, I vacuumed the floors. As dark descended, she looked at her watch and said, “It’s time to leave. You can phone me if you wish, but don’t call before eleven.” She affirmed she would be home late and perhaps at an undetermined time the following morning. Weldon was under the impression I’m out of town this weekend, so whatever time she returned home was irrelevant. I gave her a deep kiss and watched from our front bay window as her car backed out of our driveway. I squeezed the growing bulge in my jeans and muttered to a mental image of Weldon alongside me, “Fuck her good.”
* * * * *
I called her iPhone within a minute of eleven p.m. I had thought for at least an hour about what I would say to her and finally decided upon the right words. She picked up on the fourth ring. I didn’t then know Weldon’s dick was deep in her cunt, but she gasped as she said, “Hi, hubby. How’s your trip going?” She would later tell me she was smiling up at Weldon as we talked. He withdrew his cock and laid alongside her. I didn’t know she had turned on her iPhone’s speaker so he could listen to our conversation.
The first minute or so was that of ordinary conversation. I told her I would return home Sunday morning instead of Monday. I went on, “There are times I wish you had another guy to keep you company whenever I’m traveling.” She laughed and said, “What do you mean by ‘keeping me company?’ Like for sex?” Her response was as good as I could have imagined. I said, “I wouldn’t mind. I have thought about that for a long time as you know.” She turned to Weldon, grinned broadly, and said to me, “That’s an interesting idea. If you’re serious, we can talk about it when you get home.” Mostly for Weldon’s benefit, I assured her I was sincere and went on, “I can’t think of anything more exciting for you and me.” Gigi chuckled and said, “Me either.” At that moment, Weldon began stroking his dick and moved between her thighs. His tongue licked her clitoris. My wife gasped and panted like a dog out of breath. I remarked her reaction seemed as if she were excited about the concept. Her breath heaved in response to Weldon’s tongue lashing her cunt. Her voice tremored as she said, “Yes. I know what you want. I want it too.” Her responses allowed me to realize she had not yet told him of my approval if she were fucking someone else. And now, he knows.
I signed off by saying I would be home sometime Sunday, adding, “I love you,” and hung up our landline.
Weldon knelt and guided his stiff cock to the mouth of her cunt. He said, “That’s fucking perfect. I would never have thought of anything like that.” She raised her hips to allow his stick full access, and his dickhead slid easily into her wet slit. He fucked her furiously as she moaned and sighed. He muttered, “Do you know I’ve fallen in love with you?” She whined, “I know. You said I have become your best friend, and you’re my new best friend. I love you too.” She screamed as his stiff tool slammed into her. Their flesh slapped wildly against the other. At least once, she said, his dickhead bumped against her cervix. Amid the fury of their delirious fucking, she repeatedly mewed, “I love you. I love you.”
She was coming moments before he ejaculated with a shout. His sperm spurted into her cunt’s steaming channel. When she later told me all this as I screwed her, she claimed she could feel his love juice splashing hotly into her.
* * * * *
Most often, my wife tells me almost all relevant details whenever someone else has fucked her. It’s virtually impossible to recall every second’s happening at those times, but I get enough to excite me and add to my journal. Friday night’s event was one of those in which she got only snippets before I was furiously pumping her cunt and cumming hard way too soon. I wanted to last longer, but my excitation was in full force when she returned home this morning. But what she told me sent me over the top.
When Weldon ushered her into his home Friday night, he served wine and guided her through his two-bedroom place. He hadn’t mentioned the home he recently purchased also has a moderate-size swimming pool and a redwood, four-person-size sauna heated by an electric device fashioned to look like burning coals. The sauna was the last area he showed her. After turning on the heater in the enclosed space, their conversation fell silent. Their mutual stares mimicked that of the night they first kissed in the hotel’s parking lot.
He said, “I missed you after our last get-together.” She gulped and said, “Me too.” He placed a hand behind her back, drawing her closer, and kissed her fully on the mouth. His hand reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, pulled it down, and her dress fell to the floor. She was then wearing only high-rise panties and her shoes, which she quickly kicked away. She unzipped his fly and unbuckled his belt as he pulled his shirt over his head.
When both were naked, he urged her back to the redwood-paneled wall and curled his fist around his swollen cock. My wife moaned and invitingly spread her legs. She was otherwise motionless as he maneuvered his dickhead to her shaven pussy. She gasped as his dickhead parted her slit and muttered, “Oh godd! I wanted you.” He thrust quickly into her and responded, “Not as much as I wanted to be with you.” She yelped as his staff rapidly and repeatedly propelled its full length into her cunt. His eyes were as wide as hers and both were steaming with lust. She cried out, “It’s so good! You feel wonderful,” followed by squeals and machine-gun-like sobs of “Oh, oh!” The room was heating rapidly and perspiration rolled down her cheeks.
And all this was then the culmination of their growing desires. I cannot quite imagine her true feelings as she described those to me. She said it was better than the days she first discovered sex with a man. Her mind exploded with images of a billion stars bursting in the darkened sauna, limned only by the heater’s lighting. It didn’t last long, perhaps no more than five minutes. His groan announced he was about to cum. My wife’s head urgently shook from side to side and sweat flew in pellets from her forehead. She wailed, “Yes! Yes!” His load of semen erupted into her tunnel. Gigi didn’t climax, but the night was young. Weldon withdrew his penis as she stared at him in wondrous liking.
He suggested a swim in his pool. They bathed beneath the showerhead at the back wall and my wife dove in first. He raced her the length of the pool and back, but she was faster by a half-pool length. He surmised she must be a practiced swimmer; she told him of her achievements on her high school team. When asked, she admitted she’s also a practiced diver. His pool has no diving board, but he mentioned he had noticed the way she dove in from the deck. He laughed and said, “Yeah, you’re definitely better than me in that way.” She grasped his then-deflated dick and said, “That’s okay. You’re super at other things I like - as you demonstrated in the sauna.” Later that night, as she observed him from bed in the adjoining bath, she noticed he took a pill from a pharmaceutical bottle and swallowed it with a glass of water. She later came to think the pill was something like Viagara or Cialis. She said to me, “Whatever it was, it works well.”
An hour after their brief swim and a light meal in his dining room, he led her to his bedroom. As they approached the bed, she glanced down to his fat stalk, proudly and gloriously standing out like a flag pole. Her heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. He turned her about and drew her close for an extended kiss. Her arms embraced his neck. Urging her to her back on the bed, he made a dive with his mouth onto her shaven cunt. His tongue lashed her clitoris like a velvet whip. She squealed, “Oh my god!” and, as he went on mouthing her muff, she pleaded “Fuck me. Fuck me please.” He turned her to her knees and his pole entered her slit from the rear. My wife’s hands gripped the top of the headboard as their flesh slapped together. This time, he lasted far longer. Gigi climaxed twice amid her screams of delight. She whimpered at least twice as he pounded her pussy, “I love you.” He responded with the same words, and I’m sure each meant it while having hot sex. I have seen my wife enthralled like a mare in heat many times, but this clearly was a truly great fucking - and she told me that in those exact words.
But nothing lasts forever. She believes he was pummeling her pussy for as much as an hour; but she tends to lose her sense of time when fucking, so I take her comments like that with some doubt.
When telling me this, I was fucking her insanely. My dick seemed hard enough to pound rocks. At the moment she said his birth juice rushed into her, I groaned pitifully and was cumming like a gusher. I continued thrusting slowly until every drop of semen was depleted. Gigi reached aside to the bedside table for a mint from the candy bowl, popped it into her mouth, and said, “Glad you like it, Kemo Sabi. I did too.” I whimpered, “I loved it.” I rolled aside and said, “I guess this will be a long-term friendship.” She said she hoped so but doesn’t assume any of her relationships to be assured in that way. “It’s definitely not like anything I’ve been through before.” I think I know her meaning but not really sure, and I didn’t ask for an explanation.
They fucked a couple more times through the night and the following morning before she left for home. After the first of those, my wife fell asleep almost immediately; when he couldn’t detect she was breathing, he panicked and touched her, causing her to awaken. He said, “I thought you were dead.” She laughed and said, “It can seem like that when I’m zonked. The French have a phrase, ‘La petite mort,’ meaning ‘little death,’ because after an orgasm it can seem like one has died.” She had once been told that by a guy who was then fucking her, but I cannot recall his name and I never got around to meeting him.
Weldon asked when she was again free, but her boss will be fucking her some night the following week and they haven’t yet set the time or place for that. She responded that she will talk with her husband about his desire for her to have sex with another man. He asked if she planned to tell him about her night with him.
To maintain the deception I didn’t know about the night, she said, “Depends. I’ll see how the conversation goes. I’m sure you and I can get together again soon.” He said he would trust her judgment and asked, “Do you have any guilt about breaking your marriage vows?” Gigi grinned and said, “I haven’t broken any vows. I promised only to remain married as long as we shall live. We had a run-through with the pastor for the ceremony before we married. Nothing was said about whether I could have sex with others after marrying. I had no thoughts of ever doing that at the time, but I would never agree to anything that would restrict my freedom. The only freedoms I’m willing to forego are any that are illegal. What you and I do isn’t against the law, and I don’t consider it immoral.”
If he didn’t already know that about my wife, he would soon have learned anyway as others have. To affirm I have no problem with her emotional closeness to Weldon, I told her anytime she wishes to see him is fine with me. She chuckled at that and said, “I know it’s more than ‘fine’ with you. You didn’t need to tell me.” She smirked, adding, “I love being married to a sexual deviate.” I said, “Hey, what is that for a guy’s self esteem?”
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Something else: Since I was last here at this website, Beau and his wife Sherry stopped by our home for a visit. We sat chatting in the patio’s hot tub. Beau whispered something to my wife and they left for the bedroom. Sherry and I were tired from our days’ work and weren’t up to that, so we remained in the hot tub. She stroked my pole as she talked about her work at the airport. When she realized I was fully erect, she jerked me off rapidly and I was cumming with a groan. She smiled and said, “That was fun.”
In no more than fifteen minutes since my wife and Beau left to fuck in our bedroom, they returned to the patio. He was wearing Gigi’s white terry cloth robe and she was attired in one of my half-buttoned-up dress shirts and a pair of my boxer shorts. They plopped onto lawn chairs near us and Sherry commented on their choice of clothing. Beau said he didn’t realize Gigi had given him her robe until seeing her name embroidered in blue thread at the breast. He pointed to my shorts on Gigi and joked, “I guess we’re both cross-dressers now.” Gigi looked aside at him with a fake, mocking glare and said, “Whatever you wanna think, Little Buddy, but don’t expect me to get a sex-change operation.”
We laughed at that, got dressed and went out for pizza and beer, after which the four of us departed for our homes.
~ Des
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Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Loving the long updates Des. Man she can find them.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
So Martin the seemingly extracurricular love of her life and your biggest potential threat hasn’t even moved yet and she has an even stronger building relationship with someone else. How does she do this and how do you keep up. Unfathomable.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Thanks for writing, Tracey. Your comment is particularly appreciated in that it brings up a point previously unmentioned here. While I don't consider either of the guys a potential threat, their circumstances have caused fleeting thoughts of jealousy that I haven't experienced for years. The difference is my momentary reaction passes rather quickly the moment I use some logic. I know her and her way of thinking. My wife takes her marital vows seriously as do I, and whatever wealth another might have is irrelevant to either of us. We're comfortable with our circumstances as they are and neither of us is financially dependent on another. But you're right about the potential for threats to some relationships in this way of life. That sort of complication is one of many reasons we don't recommend that others live their lives as we do.
Martin phoned last night to say he closed on his home Friday and will be moving to his hometown sometime within the next two weeks. His partner has taken out a bank loan to buy out Martin's interest in their store at some agreed-upon price. We're told his late mother's home in his hometown is far too large for his purposes, and he will have that listed for sale soon after he moves. Apparently, the grounds-keeping alone has been a major expense. The home has been in his family for generations and that's also an unnecessary upkeep expense. Beyond all that, he has no need for a personal staff to serve his needs as his late mother did.
He and Gigi agreed to get together a final time before he leaves. Gigi's personality isn't one to cause her to feel saddened over the parting. She has come to accept that's inevitable in this way of life. If she and her newest guy are actually in the beginning of a long-term relationship, I think he's a good replacement for Martin and the upcoming move for her boss at year's end. If she's pleased with that, It's fine with me as well. I'm enjoying the closeness that has come about between the two of them. It's similar to that now existing between her and her immediate superior. He has been her favorite sexual partner of all who have come before. Until now, I didn't think another guy could replace him in that role. Her newest guy is an entirely different sort, but the feelings between them are about the same.
He told her he would keep in touch, but she doubts that will last long even if he does phone and write from time to time. She said to me any future communication between them is likely to be no more than a couple of phone calls and emails, and after that he will move on to another relationship.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Is her new guy hung like the boss? That would answer why she's so serious so fastDes 31 wrote: ↑Sun Jun 26, 2022 6:14 amThanks for writing, Tracey. Your comment is particularly appreciated in that it brings up a point previously unmentioned here. While I don't consider either of the guys a potential threat, their circumstances have caused fleeting thoughts of jealousy that I haven't experienced for years. The difference is my momentary reaction passes rather quickly the moment I use some logic. I know her and her way of thinking. My wife takes her marital vows seriously as do I, and whatever wealth another might have is irrelevant to either of us. We're comfortable with our circumstances as they are and neither of us is financially dependent on another. But you're right about the potential for threats to some relationships in this way of life. That sort of complication is one of many reasons we don't recommend that others live their lives as we do.
Martin phoned last night to say he closed on his home Friday and will be moving to his hometown sometime within the next two weeks. His partner has taken out a bank loan to buy out Martin's interest in their store at some agreed-upon price. We're told his late mother's home in his hometown is far too large for his purposes, and he will have that listed for sale soon after he moves. Apparently, the grounds-keeping alone has been a major expense. The home has been in his family for generations and that's also an unnecessary upkeep expense. Beyond all that, he has no need for a personal staff to serve his needs as his late mother did.
He and Gigi agreed to get together a final time before he leaves. Gigi's personality isn't one to cause her to feel saddened over the parting. She has come to accept that's inevitable in this way of life. If she and her newest guy are actually in the beginning of a long-term relationship, I think he's a good replacement for Martin and the upcoming move for her boss at year's end. If she's pleased with that, It's fine with me as well. I'm enjoying the closeness that has come about between the two of them. It's similar to that now existing between her and her immediate superior. He has been her favorite sexual partner of all who have come before. Until now, I didn't think another guy could replace him in that role. Her newest guy is an entirely different sort, but the feelings between them are about the same.
He told her he would keep in touch, but she doubts that will last long even if he does phone and write from time to time. She said to me any future communication between them is likely to be no more than a couple of phone calls and emails, and after that he will move on to another relationship.
~ Des
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I don't want to misrepresent this but don't know another way to respond to that question. With what I know so far, that's an open question. A guy's size is one of my ordinary questions when a guy has begun fucking my wife, but I'm not pressing the issue for now. I'm told he's not as big as I implied but assume I'll eventually find out when and if they begin fucking at our home. Because he's now aware of my encouragement and approval, I'm hoping that comes about soon.afagehi7 wrote: ↑Sun Jun 26, 2022 10:55 amIs her new guy hung like the boss? That would answer why she's so serious so fastDes 31 wrote: ↑Sun Jun 26, 2022 6:14 amThanks for writing, Tracey. Your comment is particularly appreciated in that it brings up a point previously unmentioned here. While I don't consider either of the guys a potential threat, their circumstances have caused fleeting thoughts of jealousy that I haven't experienced for years. The difference is my momentary reaction passes rather quickly the moment I use some logic. I know her and her way of thinking. My wife takes her marital vows seriously as do I, and whatever wealth another might have is irrelevant to either of us. We're comfortable with our circumstances as they are and neither of us is financially dependent on another. But you're right about the potential for threats to some relationships in this way of life. That sort of complication is one of many reasons we don't recommend that others live their lives as we do.
Martin phoned last night to say he closed on his home Friday and will be moving to his hometown sometime within the next two weeks. His partner has taken out a bank loan to buy out Martin's interest in their store at some agreed-upon price. We're told his late mother's home in his hometown is far too large for his purposes, and he will have that listed for sale soon after he moves. Apparently, the grounds-keeping alone has been a major expense. The home has been in his family for generations and that's also an unnecessary upkeep expense. Beyond all that, he has no need for a personal staff to serve his needs as his late mother did.
He and Gigi agreed to get together a final time before he leaves. Gigi's personality isn't one to cause her to feel saddened over the parting. She has come to accept that's inevitable in this way of life. If she and her newest guy are actually in the beginning of a long-term relationship, I think he's a good replacement for Martin and the upcoming move for her boss at year's end. If she's pleased with that, It's fine with me as well. I'm enjoying the closeness that has come about between the two of them. It's similar to that now existing between her and her immediate superior. He has been her favorite sexual partner of all who have come before. Until now, I didn't think another guy could replace him in that role. Her newest guy is an entirely different sort, but the feelings between them are about the same.
He told her he would keep in touch, but she doubts that will last long even if he does phone and write from time to time. She said to me any future communication between them is likely to be no more than a couple of phone calls and emails, and after that he will move on to another relationship.
~ Des
I messed up by confessing a fleeting feeling of jealousy without good reason. She's sensitive about my potential feelings. So as good as our communication is, I have suspicions I may not be getting the full picture about this romance this go-around. I haven't felt that way since learning about her covert affair when she was 28. She won't lie to me, but I could understand if she might fail to be 100% forthcoming under certain circumstances. I'm patient enough to let things play out. Truth isn't absolute and anyone's failure to tell everything isn't a lie. I don't want to become paranoid for no reason, so my questions - and yours - are on hold for now. The best I can offer is saying I don't think size is the issue - but seeing is believing. And maybe - even she isn't yet sure of why this has become such a deep emotional connection between them. (I would be thrilled to learn the guy is a mega-cock stud, and I'm sure she knows that.)
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057