My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[ericsacto]

Thanks for the update about Chase. How did she meet him?

Is he the same Chase you mentioned back in February?

More recently, my wife had again briefly encountered Theo a night Gigi had dinner with Derrick, his former wife Marjorie, and the woman’s live-in business partner Chase

[Tracey52]

Ericsacto, I’m confused too. When first mentioned, Des referred to him as Caden but subsequently he has been Chase. Not sure if this is a oversight and Des is mixing aliases or if he’s referring to two different people? I’m sure Des will clear it up for us.

[Des 31]

Thanks for the update about Chase. How did she meet him?

Is he the same Chase you mentioned back in February?

More recently, my wife had again briefly encountered Theo a night Gigi had dinner with Derrick, his former wife Marjorie, and the woman’s live-in business partner Chase

Ericsacto, I’m confused too. When first mentioned, Des referred to him as Caden but subsequently he has been Chase. Not sure if this is a oversight and Des is mixing aliases or if he’s referring to two different people? I’m sure Des will clear it up for us.

My apologies to you two and all. My practice of offering aliases that somewhat match the real names or their first initials in these writings caused the error. The last posting has been duly corrected, so thanks for noticing. Anything I may have written prior to that post cannot be changed due to the way this site is programmed.

I agree that my update came out as confusing.

~ Des

[Scotch98]

Hi Des, Just got back in town after two weeks and catching up. So glad Caden is finally fucking Gigi and it sounds like quite a nice match. Also the masseur is an interesting development. Gigi is as hot as ever and looking forward to hearing what Caden thinks when he comes over to meet you. You guys are the absolute hottest. all the best to you...Cheers

[Des 31]

Got a hot surprise when arriving home last night. I should have time to post it when I get home this afternoon.

Meanwhile, one of the IT women in our office showed me an online video of an interview with Madonna. Most of her answers were "Sex." I'll ask two questions I can recall of my wife when I get home to see if I get similar answers. Two of the questions and Madonna's answers were as follows:

What keeps you going? "Sex."
What’s your secret to success? "Sex."

Her responses seemed truthful to me. I think the same feelings are felt as the same by Gigi, but she would attribute a few other things besides getting fucked more often than most women married as long as have she and I.

~Des

To view the Madonna interview, Type into your search engine, "Madonna interview most answers were sex," (This site doesn't like direct links posted here for its own reasons.)

[Tracey52]

Can’t wait to here about the surprise.

[rascalnvixen]

Watched the video. I remember that video at that current time in 1992. I wasn't impressed then just like I'm not impressed by that interview now. She just comes across as being pretty smug and an overly important view of herself. I liked a lot of her music, I have a couple of her recordings, but I've never liked her personality much. So, that interview was 25 minutes long, I didn't see the "sex" questions. Maybe because I had boosted the speed up to 1.5 times the normal speed and some jumping through it. Des, did you and the female IT person spend a full 25 minutes in your office viewing this obviously sexually inspired interview??? If so, I think there is a new story to be told here!!! Hehehehe.....

Rascal

[Des 31]

Can’t wait to here about the surprise.

Gigi and her boss are taking some staff managers to dinner tonight, so I have some alone time to tell about my and her experience last night. She expects to be home no later than 10:00.

* * * * *

Times come about when I don’t know my wife is, or soon will be, fucking. Those moments are typically unplanned and impromptu. I know the how’s and why’s that comes about. I’m sure many hotwives’ husbands become accustomed to it as I have. Over time, this has become an ordinary part of our lives. It happened again yesterday afternoon.

I arrived home Monday afternoon at 5:30 and spotted her boss’ sedan parked at the side driveway that runs along our property’s inside wall. I entered through the garage door leading to the kitchen. The volume on our Alexa device was turned up to at least level-seven and playing Rod Stewart selections. Neither he nor my wife were in the living room or on the patio. I then realized she had turned up the Alexa’s sound so they could hear it from the bedroom. I imagined her boss fucking her in rhythm to the music’s beat.

I quietly made my way down the hallway to our bedroom’s slightly-ajar door. My wife was huffing, “Uh huh! Uh huh! Oh yeahhh.” Stewart’s song, “Hot Legs,” my colleague Samantha’s favorite, thundered from the living room. To avoid being spotted and disturbing their mood, I didn’t peer in. Considering the relatively early hour, I assumed they had been here no more than a half-hour.

So I padded to the kitchen and made coffee. When they finally came out about fifteen minutes later, I didn’t immediately see them from across the wall. I sat at the kitchen table’s far side with my back to the window that overlooks our patio and back lawn. Because of the moderately loud music, I couldn’t make out the words he said to my wife but heard her respond, “Oh yeah, you know I did!”

She silenced the Alexa a moment before spotting me across the faux-antique bar that separates our living room and kitchen. She giggled and said, “I didn’t hear you come in.” I invited them to join me at the table. He mentioned his wife Mary is away for a week and is visiting her parents and other relatives in South Carolina.

Having just washed his face, Mr. B. was naked. One of our white bath towels hung about his shoulders. His hair was damp from perspiration or perhaps a splash of water. My wife was covered in no more than her short, green oriental robe. His hanging dick wasn’t rigid but hadn’t much, if any, receded in length. Often, when glancing at his tool, I’m reminded of my wife’s comments that he’s probably one in no less than a thousand. She has experienced other sizeable cocks, but his remains the largest she has encountered. Once, she told me she wondered what a ten-incher would be like; but because those are even more rare, the only way she may ever find out is by placing a specific personals ad. That isn’t likely; she hasn’t been motivated to advertise for sex or respond to a guy’s ad for years.

Gigi grinned and asked how long I had been home. I told them I hadn’t wanted to disturb them and had awaited them to join me. Gigi turned away a couple of minutes to brew black coffee for him and green tea for herself, then plopped alongside him and across from me. She grinned, “You could have come into the bedroom and watched.” I chuckled and said, “I wish I had.”

Mr. B said the afternoon in our bedroom was something of a celebration of a new commercial customer Gigi closed for the bank. She brought the company’s owner into her boss’ office to introduce him. When he left, her boss locked his two office doors. She unzipped his fly and gave him oral sex, asking him, “Which is better? Our new customer or this?” They left the bank separately at closing time and drove to our home to fuck. While on her way home, my wife called my cell phone to tell me her boss was coming to our place. My iPhone wasn’t then turned on and I didn’t check it later for voice mail. With a grin, she told him she wasn’t sure when I would be home, “but he can figure out what we’re doing when he gets here.”

He said his wife will be back in town next week, and they would like to us over for dinner a night at their mountain retreat the weekend after she returns. We’re leaving it up to Mary to decide whether we come over that Friday or Saturday.

Gigi held her cup with one hand, and her other was on his lap beneath the table’s surface. I recognized the subtle movement of her arm indicating she was stroking his staff as we talked. He commented something about his appreciation for me sharing my wife. I grinned and said, “I like it. I enjoy your times together as much as the two of you.”

Gigi giggled and said to him that I’m “so easy to please.” Setting aside her cup, she took him by a hand, whispered in his ear, and led him around to the bar at the far side. His bobbing dick stood out at full staff. My wife has known few men with the stamina to fuck her again after having ejaculated into her just brief times before. Happily, Mr. B is one of those.

He pushed aside a bar stool and leaned her torso onto the bar. Laying breast-down on the bar, she faced me as he stood behind her and guided his shaft into her cunt from behind. As his cockhead entered her pussy, her eyes half closed and her mouth opened. Her lower lip trembled as his staff was sliding into her tunnel. Staring straight at me, she muttered, “Ohmygoddd!”

He thrust slowly and her body shivered with each stroke. As his tempo quickened, she cried out,”Oh! Oh! Ohhhh fuck!” Their quivering bodies meshed together like a well-oiled machine. He hadn’t removed the towel draped over his shoulders.

I moved away from the table, unzipped my fly, and walked around the bar to stand about four feet away to watch. My wife lifted a leg to rest her foot on the lower rung of a bar stool, giving me a full view of his big cock as it drove mightily into her opening. I gripped my dick and stroked in rhythm with his thrusts; His hips thumped against my wife’s buttocks. The sliding motion of his big cock glided through her like a slide bar of a steam locomotive. Gigi’s arms were stretched to the bar’s far side and her fists grasped its edge. Drops of perspiration flew from his brow. I was jerking my burning stalk with the imagined velocity of a brick breaker’s electric hammer. Neither glanced aside to see my embarrassingly aroused condition - Both were too engaged in their intimate union to concern themselves with what I was doing.

My hand on my cock felt like I’d grasped a fat, heated poker. I whimpered, “You fuck my wife so good.” But amid the flurry of their passionate huffing and puffing, I doubt either heard my pitifully whining utterance.

He withdrew his dick, pulled my wife to her feet, and turned her around to face him. She looked down at his cock in his hand. Leaning back, she placed her hands onto the bar behind her for support, and spread her legs. His stiff pole slid in with the ease of a fox entering its burrow. Standing there, he fucked her apace, speedily and surely like a wolf onto its prey. As their eyes glared wildly at each other, my wife clenched her teeth and let out an inaudible scream of pleasure. Her body shuddered in the eager responsiveness of a woman aflame.

I couldn’t know if at least some of this was a display for my satisfaction but didn’t care. I loved every second. I felt as if I was soon to cum - and cum hard. I reached into my pocket for a handkerchief and panicked upon realizing I didn’t have one. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stop masturbating.

He asked my wife, “Do you like my cock?” She stuttered, “I l-l-love your b-b-big cock.” Her utterance sent me over the edge. I moaned, “I’m gonna cum but don’t have a tissue.” He gripped the towel from around his neck and pitched it to me at the velocity of a rocket. It landed atop my dick. I sighed as my payload of jizz spurted into its folds. I was breathing like I’d just run a mile.

Gigi reached a hand to her groin and massaged her clitoris as he drove madly into her. And within a minute, she wailed in a shattering climax. He fucked her a bit longer until groaning and muttering to me in a growling tone, “I’m going to cum in your wife’s pussy.” The hushed tone of her voice was more of a hot breath as she said, “Yeah,inside me . . . Don’t pull out.” His body stiffened as his semen rocketed through his dick and into my wife’s treasured tunnel.

They embraced and he kissed her deeply. I gasped and leaned a hand against the wall for support. My knees felt weak. I tucked my limp member into my fly, zipped up, and said, “Thank you. That was awesome.”

Her boss grinned at me as he withdrew his large cock from my wife’s cunt, which she immediately covered with a napkin from the bar’s counter. His prick was now - finally - growing limp but still lengthy. I’m six inches erect but only about three or so when deflated. Looking down at his monster, I was glad I’d put it out of sight to avoid comparisons by either of them. She has, in the past, compared my dick and another’s by curling her hands around each and rolling mine around his. I suppose I should be revolted at that but it admittedly felt good at the time.

He looked at our wall clock and said he should be going, that both he and my wife needed to be up early the following morning for an early meeting with some staff members at the bank. I didn’t know about the planned meeting but was pleased I would have some time to talk privately with my wife before going to bed.

And later in bed, I could smell remnants of his perspiration from where he had fucked her earlier. As I lay alongside her, I was unable to attain a full erection. As an alternative to my banging her, she stroked my tool and described what she and her boss were doing before I arrived home that afternoon. I said, “I’m sure it was good for you.” She grinned and, in a sensuous tone, “His big cock always feels good in me.” She quickened her strokes on my tool until I was moaning and again cumming. But there was little semen left this time. She dabbed my dickhead with a tissue from the side table, said, “I’ll be leaving early for the office in the morning, so I’ll skip the usual morning exercise regimen.”

She turned over, closed her eyes and was asleep within ten seconds. I folded my hands behind my neck and lay there recalling the adventure from earlier that evening. I had two minor regrets I could have stated before she fell asleep - I wished I had thought to thank her for her handjob and I should have told her, “That was some really, really good fucking.” I think I was asleep within another minute.

When awakening at our usual time of 5:30 a.m., she was already in the shower. I was finishing up my chin-ups at the time she was dressed for work. We had breakfast, and she was at the door to leave at seven. I said behind her as she was walking out, “If you find time today, tell your boss I’m thankful he visited us last night.” She laughed as the door closed behind her and said, “I’ll be sure to do that.”

And as her car was pulling out of the driveway, I realized he wasn’t visiting “us.” He was here to fuck my wife. But that’s okay. I’m grateful it worked out as it did anyway.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Isn't such an evening after having no expectations for any excitement a wonderful surprise?? It is so erotic to see your wife in such a relaxed state while naked after having just fucked a regular guy and to just watch them together again. I'm sure you found this event a very thrilling on that encouraged you to stroke your dick again several more times that next day and evening as you typed the story for us!! As thrilling as that had to be for you, I can't help but wonder the same as you did in thinking was Gigi putting on a show for you, making sure you could see she was making the most of HER privilege of fucking other men and as a counter point to her resorting to banning you from fucking the other women you have had YOUR privilege to play with. She could have taken him by his dick and led him to the bedroom again but she wanted you to see her fucking someone outside the marriage, while you are again denied. Yes, I think you will likely say that she did that for you because she knows how much you love to watch her pussy being pounded and filled. That may well be very true, but I think there was more to it than that, she wanted to show you she still had it and that it was a small response for her having to give up Weldon. Of course all of this is purely speculation on my part but it works in the story I have in my mind about your sexy Gigi and your situation. I'm hoping you will be allowed to fuck Mary next week when you are over for dinner. I'm sure she is looking forward to having you in bed with her again as her hubby is nailing your wife in a room nearby.

Thanks for writing the story of your unexpected excitement!!!

Rascal

[Tracey52]

Great post Des and thanks. I sure Mr B and Gigi will get together again while Mary is away.

[Scotch98]

Wow, what an awesome Update Des and what an evening. I loved the part where Gigi was looking you in the eye as Mr B Slide his dick into her. OMG what a sight that had to be. There is little doubt the Gigi and Mr B were putting on a show for your pleasure but man oh man what a show. She is such a hot woman and I do hope she will lighten up on your restrictions and allow you to fuck selected Women such as Mary. Have you and Mary Watched Mr B fuck Gigi before you were allowed to fuck Mary. was just wondering how she would feel watching him plow Gigi's Pussy. I guess she might be relieved to have a break from his big Dick.

[Des 31]

I haven’t posted for a while. When I got around to reading my last write-up, I had the impression I had little to say about anything since that I haven’t written here before. It came across to me as redundant and a bit boring. I decided to wait until perhaps something different came about that is worth sharing. I hadn’t anticipated that would come so soon.

Occasionally, my wife has a sexual experience that bowls me over, and I’m often unsure why that is. It may be the circumstances, or the timing - or just me. My emotional response is different under some circumstances. At times, I feel difficulty in accurately expressing those rare, almost alien, feelings. It happened this weekend and I attempted to write into my personal journal about how my response was different. I’m unsure I succeeded, but it’s copied and pasted below as written.

A while back, my wife Gigi had been invited to a local civic club to give a half-hour talk on banking. The club offers rotating speakers on varying topics each week for its members’ information about businesses and professions in our area. She was later invited by a club officer to attend the luncheon gathering as a guest, apparently to encourage her to join. She accepted the invitation to attend that day; but she respectfully declined to join as a member for the reason her work doesn’t give her sufficient time to either attend on a regular basis or find the time to participate in any expected efforts to an organization aside from attendance.

Upon her second visit, she sat at a long table alongside others and across from a male club member who asked several questions about her work. He introduced himself as “Mel.” When the meeting ended, he followed her to the hosting restaurant’s parking lot, where each talked about their jobs. Mel referred to his profession as a journeyman, which essentially means he’s a traveling troubleshooter and advisor who works on binary and quantum computers. He’s a native to our town and travels throughout the U.S but has traveled to Germany and the U.K. for two short-term projects.

Two weeks after that, Gigi and I were invited to a house party by the club’s newly-installed leader. Mel spotted my wife, scurried over to us, and introduced himself to me. We talked perhaps no more than five minutes before a woman urged him away to meet someone else. As he was about to turn away, he expressed his interest in my life as a writer and my wife’s profession and handed her a business card, asking either of us, “Call me sometime when convenient. I would like to talk more with two such interesting people.” Gigi smiled and responded by reaching into her purse for her card and handing it to him.

We later learned his reason for first approaching Gigi was that he has a wide range of personal interests. He found the topics of banking, finance, and economics to be fascinating. That works for my wife; Gigi enthusiastically tells anyone who wishes to listen about her work. Mel phoned my wife within a few days after the house party. She was at an after-hours board meeting when he again called. He and I chatted for a half-hour. The guy is certainly interesting. Both at the house party and while on the phone with him, I had the impression his bearing and manner of speaking would make him a great choice by any school as an instructor.

He joined us twice for dinner out, and he visited us at home on four separate occasions. Sexual innuendo occasionally entered our conversations, and we each came to realize our sexual attitudes, unlike my wife’s otherwise conservative views, are the same. The conversations became frank enough for all of us to agree marriage shouldn't be a reason for a couple to not have sex with others if it doesn't cause trouble in the marriage.

By that time, I recognized he and my wife mutually shared a physical attraction. I had privately inquired whether she would fuck him if given a chance. She laughed and said, “You act as if you don’t know,” and of course, I did.

The last of those visits, so far, to our home was Saturday evening. He arrived at seven p.m. He has a salesman’s personality and a professional appearance, which I’m sure works well for a job like his. He has light brown hair and is an average height, at or near my 5’10”. I would guess his body mass index is within fifteen pounds of what docs probably consider near perfect.

Gigi sat alongside him on the couch. I plopped into our lounge chair. Only our coffee table and four feet of space separated me from them. My wife had mentioned a tightness in a shoulder, and he offered to massage it for her while we talked. Following up on a topic at the previous dinner out with him, he inquired if we had discussed Gigi having sex with another man. Gigi grinned at his question. I bit my lip a moment to consider how either of us should respond, then said, “She would do it if she was sure it wouldn’t create a problem between us. I assured her I wanted that for her.” His expression implied he understood my meaning. I feel certain his thoughts were something like, "Maybe, just maybe, she wants to fuck as much as do I."

The heat arising in them was palpable. By then, he had stopped rubbing her shoulder and neck, laid a hand on her bare leg, and said, “I wouldn’t be a problem.” They fell silent and Gigi blushed as she shot him a tight-lipped smile. They stared at each other as if the implication was as clear as I had intended. No further words were necessary. I reached to the switch of the pole lamp that lit up the room and dialed down the lighting to a dim glow.

Neither broke the stare between them. She laid her hand atop his at her thigh. Her mouth parted as if in anticipation of his next move. He hesitantly leaned in to kiss her on the lips and his hand slid along the flesh of her leg toward her vaginal treasure. I was only moderately certain nothing else need be said or done; but to make sure, I walked over to them and unbuttoned her blouse. She lifted her arms, allowing me to slip it from her shoulders and remove her bra. He reached to her back and unzipped her skirt. Pulling it away, he dropped it to the floor and cautiously removed her panties.

I stroked her breasts. She closed her eyes, and her nipples swelled like ripe berries. Mel knelt on the floor, spread her legs, and covered her cunt with his mouth. I don’t know whether to call her utterance a yelp or an eager moan at the moment his tongue began to lash her clitoris. Gigi shuddered amid a whimper as she whined, “Ohhh my goddd!” Neither they nor I doubted what was to happen this night. I think each of us knew had realized they would be fucking at some point; but each time such feelings arise, it always seems to be coming about sooner than anticipated. It’s almost never under the exact circumstances one imagines. And when it happens, the grateful reactions of all are like, “I’ve waited so long.”

Time to move away, I thought, and stood to cross the room, leaning back against the bar to watch. My dick was beginning to swell beneath my cargo shorts. Mel stood and stripped away his casual clothing as my wife watched, her eyes widened in arousal. He hasn't said he works out often, but Mel's body is rather tight. He's about my size, but I'm guessing his waistline is maybe two inches wider than my 33 and a half 1/2. If I asked my wife about his looks, I'm sure she would say, "Pretty good!"

Her lower lip quivered as she stared at his stiff cock, pointing urgently to her face at eye level. My breath heaved in response to their mutual lust and I grasped the bulge at my crotch. The palpitations of my heart thumped like cotton hammers in my chest. I mightily wished to plead, “Please fuck my wife,” but restrained my desire so as not to breach their lustful moment. I shivered in excitation and felt a warm tear of gratitude streak down my cheek.

Mel grasped my wife’s knees, splaying her legs, and positioned his body to mount her. She sobbed, “Ohhh!” He guided his rigid pole to the mouth of her cunt. I rose from my chair and spotted him glancing up at me as I was about to turn and walk out of the room. I lingered only a moment to watch as his dickhead parted her opening, then slide deep into her tunnel. They were fucking madly within seconds.

Her lips parted as she looked up to him with each stroke. She was totally into it. Her mouth hung open and her head nodded up and down as if saying “Yes! Yes!” to every stroke of his cock sliding through her cunt. Each was fully into the other like bees into flowers at full bloom. I love my wife as much as anyone could love another; but I often think I love her most when she is fully united with another- and their naked bodies were now so amply coalesced as if each was made for the other. My head swirled at the vision before me. She was giving herself to the full for their lustful needs.

I walked down the hall to our guest bedroom, pulled out a tissue from the plastic dispenser, and stroked my cock with the fervor of a stallion on a heated mare. At the moment I realized I would soon cum, my wife’s jungle-cat-like screams and his responsive groans reverberated from our living room. She wailed, “Aiyee! Oh my god!” I didn’t then know if she was climaxing or more likely caught up in flames of desire, but their aroused cries sent me over the edge. I was cumming hard and my sperm flooded the tissue in my trembling hand.

Satisfied, I removed my clothes, set them aside, and pulled back the bed cover to lay naked on my back and await my wife to tell me her plans for the night. From the guest room’s open door, I heard them continue fucking with unrestrained enthusiasm until a soft silence finally replaced their sighs and moans.

I looked up as my wife tapped twice on the guest room’s door frame. Nude, Gigi stood alongside Mel, her hand in his, and said, “He’s staying the night. Let me know if you need anything.” Knowing I wouldn’t interrupt them, she was as aware as I that her comment was no more than an explanation that they were about to retire to our marital bed. I told them I was pleased he was staying and offered to make breakfast if he didn’t need to leave earlier Sunday morning. His stiff dick stood out proudly, not yet deflated, giving me the impression maybe he hadn't yet cum, but I don't know that. Each could have noticed I was totally limp and compared unfavorably to his aroused manhood.

As my wife turned and tugged his hand to follow her, Mel said to me, “Thank you. For everything tonight.” I nodded my acquiescence. They turned to our bedroom across the hall. Gigi pushed the door mostly closed behind her but not completely. Her reasons for often leaving the door ajar is to allow her and a guest the feeling of privacy but also so I can listen at the moments they’re aflame with lust. She knows what I like.

All I heard until falling asleep some twenty minutes later were words between them, interspersed with moments of silence, which I assumed were times they were kissing or stroking the other’s flesh.

I awoke with a stiffy to the sound of urgent passion and looked at the wall clock displaying the time of 2:23 a.m. My wife’s fevered cries of “Ooo-Yeah! Oh yeah. Oh goddd!” told me they were fucking again. I curled my fist around my stalk and stroked slowly, and soon I was probably as aroused were they. I whispered to no one, “Yeah, fuck her. Fuck my wife good.” The clock showed I jerked my dick for nine minutes before I was about to cum. I grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and within seconds erupted like a volcano in the pressured distress of lava from the earth’s core. My jizz spewed into the tissue’s folds. It seemed my entire being was awash with the relief that comes only from the best ejaculations.

Soon her wails subsided and her then-pleasured utterances of “Mmmm!” sparked my curiosity. I crept to our marital bedroom’s door and peered around the door frame. My wife’s feet were on the floor, her body bent forward onto the bed and her torso supported on her elbows. Mel’s back was to me as he pummeled her pussy from her rear. I liked that. Turning back to the guest room, I thought, “Give it to her good,” and trusted she would be fully satisfied by morning. Her subsequent yelp, “I’m cumming!” confirmed my suspicion.

I was up at 5:32 a.m., about the same time Gigi and I awaken most mornings. I rarely keep clothes in our guest room, so I dressed in the same golf shorts, blue tee shirt, and running shoes as the night before. With only two dress shirts in the closet, that tee was my cleanest dirty shirt.

As promised, I prepared breakfast when I heard the shower running from the bedroom’s adjoining bath. They were each attired in their casual clothing from the previous night and joined me just minutes after at 7 a.m.

Gigi and Mel sat together at one side of the table and I at the other. I served a more refined breakfast than we usually have, with Eggs Benedict, turkey sausage, grapes, grits, and our better coffee. As I about to clear the table, my wife cradled her cup with two hands and sipped as she inquired if I was “okay” the night before. I grinned and said I was “better than okay,” and added that I hoped they were as well.

Mel looked up at me and said, “Both of you are the most interesting people I know. I’m honored to have come to know you.” He asked if, over time, I might teach him something about writing. He feels he’s adequate in his work but could do better.

That’s a frequent request by others and I always have the same answer. Anyone who paid attention in high school English and Literature classes needs only four things to be an interesting and competent writer. (1) something to write about; (2) a thesaurus; and (3) a short and simple, inexpensive book, The Elements of Style by Strunk and White. In my educated opinion, those -along with a bit of practice - are equivalent to a year’s worth of a college’s writing classes. I had six years of higher education in the field, but many successful novelists have never attended a single day of college classes to learn to write professionally.

I have a second copy of Strunk’s and White’s book in an office desk drawer and gave him my home copy when he announced he was about to leave at ten p.m. that morning. But before he made it to the door, the living room’s buzzer from our front gate sounded. I looked out the front window to see a black sedan at the curb and punched the wall button for the gate to open.

Our unexpected visitor was a lady county commissioner off work for the day. She had seen our outer wall surrounding the property twice weeks before when driving through the neighborhood. That day, while driving past our street off the main highway, she had made a moment’s decision to come by our home and ask if we minded us showing her the property.

When I opened the door to invite her in, she looked over at Mel standing near my wife and said with surprise, “Why, hello, Mel!” They told us he and the commissioner had been friends since both were in elementary school. A thought flashed through my head that she must wonder why Mel was at our home this morning, but I needed to have no concern. He said to the woman he and I were, as of recently, newfound friends and he had dropped by to visit a few minutes. He turned to us, shook my hand, and said he needed to be on his way. He backed his car out from behind our inside front wall and drove away.

Gigi escorted our visitor through our home and - to my surprise - even into the garage where a faux bookcase served as a door and entrance to our bomb shelter down the winding stairs. We have told only a few about that part of the home that had been built by the original owners in the early 1960s. I don’t consider our home to be a magazine-worthy showplace, but the commissioner said it’s among the most enviable and liveable homes she can ever recall visiting. I said, “Well, it’s certainly different from most,” which certainly isn’t a fib.

When she left, Gigi grinned and said, “I hope she didn’t have suspicions about why Mel was here at that time.” I assured her none of us gave her any reason to suspect anything but his presence as a friendly visit.

She laughed and said, “That’s as ‘friendly’ as a visit can get.”

I smiled and said, “Yeah. That’s what I think too.” She doesn’t think she and Mel are to be fucking on any regular basis, like every week or two, but opines he’s worth keeping in her purse’s black book.

Yet, I won’t be surprised if either he is again at our place or her at his home within a week. I learned long ago not to anticipate what my wife will soon be doing unless she has specific plans. For her, most sexual encounters are unplanned, impromptu, and without clues that I can discern. It’s whatever circumstances come about or whatever thoughts cross her mind at any time.

And I like it that way.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des, It's really good to hear from you again and what a wonderful accounting of more of Gigi's erotic adventures!! I don't really consider your recounting of her/your sexual episodes to be routine or boring in any way. Yours is a unique accounting of a liberated sexual philosophy that I personally connect with on more than one level. Thanks again for writing again!!! I found it a bit surprising that you were laying on the guest room bed on the covers naked knowing that when they came in they could easily see your flaccid cock in front of them. I never knew you had that exhibitionist trait!! So which of the two, Mel or Gigi, was the instigator in the sex they had?? Do you think he was pursuing her with his frequent contact after meeting her with the great hope of getting between her legs??? You haven't lost your writer's touch!!!

Rascal

[Scotch98]

Great update Des and I love how these impromptu encounters unfold and the details you provide can almost put me into your shoes and feel what you must be feeling. An amazing evening and interesting that the County commissioner just "Dropped" by and knew Mel. Very interesting and Mel sounds like a really interesting fellow that I am sure will want a repeat soon. Thanks again for the update. Always check first thing to see if you have an update.. Have a wonderful day...Cheers

[Tracey52]

Thanks for that enthralling update Des. You should give Mel a copy of this post to show him an example of the facets of great writing you mentioned.

Don’t ever think your posts are mundane. You sell your self short and as a consequence we also miss out on reading about more of what goes on in your life. For example did you catch up with Mary and Mr B? If so! What happened?

What’s been happening with the masseuse?

Finally, the way Gigi met Mel seems eerily like the way she met Weldon. Is this a new modus operandi?

[JustWantToWatch]

Very hot update Des!!

[Des 31]

Thank you to all above for your input. It's always good to hear from all. I'm on assignment and onsite this week, but I'll get around to responding to your questions, etc., this weekend. I'll need my journal on my home computer for some details I may not otherwise remember, and that isn't on my traveling laptop.

I'll mention here an example of our lives that I wouldn't commonly mention since it has little or nothing to do with the site's typical topics. Gigi has been concerned for months about taking her boss' position when he leaves at year's end. She learned about an investment banker who recently retired to our city. After some phone calls with people she knew at his out-of-state firm to vet him, she phoned the man to set up an appointment with him and his wife at their home. She explained her concerns about her age and that she had long assumed when Mr. B. ultimately retired, she would be at least 42, a more appropriate age. He instead is leaving the institution at year's end. She suggested if the man, an esteemed banker/economist, would consider working another five years in that capacity, she would be nearer an age she thought would be best for the institution.

After some heartfelt talks with his wife, he agreed. She privately told her feelings and efforts to solve her concerns to the board's chairwoman. Both she and the retired banker met with the board at their last meeting. All were surprised but understood her position and agreed. The banker said he may serve no more than three years, and his contract will reflect his wishes. Gigi's responsibilities won't change, and all expressed admiration for her conclusion and solution. The only reason I'm including those remarks is that it's been a part of our written history here for a while, and I can imagine some confusion in future updates if I didn't mention a bit about this. I have a reason not to include more here, so nothing further about that will be written hereafter in our ongoing history.

[rascalnvixen]

Des, that is a very interesting concept about her not taking the top spot at the end of the year. It surely isn't a routine event to have any 35 year old take command of a financial institution, but it isn't unheard of either. I'm a bit surprised that her confidence in her own ability to overcome some of the thoughts of her youth wasn't stronger. It seemed that Mr.B and the board chair had confidence in her abilities and willing to let her ascend to the top spot. But if she didn't feel it was time for her, for what ever reasons, it was probably a good move. And it seems the board respects her even more for taking that action to talk with the new guy.

I can't help wonder if she will be fucking the new guy within the three years!!!! I'm just kidding but perverts think stuff like that!!! Good luck on the road!!

Rascal

[Tracey52]

Very interesting development. It’s a shame Gigi didn’t back herself but it may allow her some freedoms she would have not otherwise continued to enjoy.

[solstice]

It's a little while since hearing a joke by Gigi, this is one I heard recently and hope it will make you smile Des:

Three guys got into a taxi and gave their destination, the taxi driver knowing they were drunk started the engine for a short time then turned off the ignition. he said that will be twenty five dollars, the first guy gave him the money, the second guy thanked him, the third person punched him, and said that's for driving too fast.

[solstice]

I love when you tell the circumstances leading up to your wife's adventures, especially when you are partly involved.
this latest with Mel. At a later date would you consider taking part in their fucking if asked?

[rascalnvixen]

solstice, I like jokes and that one was a good one!! So, just to keep a few going here for a change.... What is a yankee??? It's like a quickie but you have to do it alone!!! Ba da bump!!! Ok, let's try this one.... What happens when you give Viagra to a politician??? He gets a little taller!!!! Hahaha... Thank God I have a day job!!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Des, that is a very interesting concept about her not taking the top spot at the end of the year. It surely isn't a routine event to have any 35 year old take command of a financial institution, but it isn't unheard of either. I'm a bit surprised that her confidence in her own ability to overcome some of the thoughts of her youth wasn't stronger. It seemed that Mr.B and the board chair had confidence in her abilities and willing to let her ascend to the top spot. But if she didn't feel it was time for her, for what ever reasons, it was probably a good move. And it seems the board respects her even more for taking that action to talk with the new guy.

I can't help wonder if she will be fucking the new guy within the three years!!!! I'm just kidding but perverts think stuff like that!!! Good luck on the road!!

Rascal

Very interesting development. It’s a shame Gigi didn’t back herself but it may allow her some freedoms she would have not otherwise continued to enjoy.

I could have been more clear when I posted that. Gigi’s concerns were not a result of a lack of confidence. She is entirely loyal to her employer and was concerned about a negative company image of someone no older than 36 assuming that position and how it might look to potential commercial and some individual customers. She feels an age of something past 40 would be far better. The board of directors will give a unique title when the new president takes over. It would be best if I didn’t post the title here, but if I were to have chosen it, I would have used the term “Director of Operations” to best describe her position. Since writing that, the man taking over her boss’ job has told her privately he plans to be on the job for just three years, and both agree that will be sufficient. The board will announce her new title sometime next month and, in the eyes of others, her authority will essentially be equivalent to that of her boss. I can’t say more than that in this forum.

Thanks for that enthralling update Des. You should give Mel a copy of this post to show him an example of the facets of great writing you mentioned.

Thanks for the compliment, Tracey.

Don’t ever think your posts are mundane. You sell your self short and as a consequence we also miss out on reading about more of what goes on in your life. For example did you catch up with Mary and Mr B? If so! What happened?

What’s been happening with the masseuse?

Finally, the way Gigi met Mel seems eerily like the way she met Weldon. Is this a new modus operandi?

I was going to pass on that but because you asked, I’ll post an update sometime today. Arrived home this morning around 7 a.m., earlier than anticipated, and Mel and Gigi were still in bed. She had told me Wednesday by phone he had called to express his gratitude for the previous night he was at out house and said he wished she were at his place then. She told him I would be out of town this week and probably return Saturday afternoon. She didn’t want to have a guy over during the work week but invited him to stay over Friday night.

I don't think it's a new modus operandi, just the way it worked out for her. She seems to have a million ways that she happens to meet guys. When we first started at this, she met a humongous number of guys through two successive personals ads and responding to a couple of ads by men interested in meeting married women. Since, she seems to attract men like flowers attract bees. Always amazes me how she does that.

I love when you tell the circumstances leading up to your wife's adventures, especially when you are partly involved.
this latest with Mel. At a later date would you consider taking part in their fucking if asked?

I would if asked. But I wasn’t asked this morning. I looked in on them when I came home this morning and he and Gigi are still in bed, much later than is common for her. I closed the door for their privacy and haven't any idea when he will be leaving today. I assume he's fucking her now and will likely be leaving before noon.

~ Des

[Des 31]

I hadn’t intended to post the following events that came about during my brief absence here but was asked in PMs and the above about some of that. I’ll copy and paste entries from my computer journal and can add some minor remembrances from that time. But much of it is similar to my wife’s past experiences posted here.

My wife's masseur was at our home a Saturday night through two p.m. Sunday afternoon. Within minutes of his arrival, they were eagerly fucking on our couch as I watched and at least twice more in our marital bed as I slept in our guest room. We went to breakfast Sunday morning at a local omelet restaurant. Gigi was exhausted, something unusual for her after a full night of hot sex; she said she felt like the singer who recorded “Sunday Morning Coming Down.” It's still warm here during the day, so we sunned naked for a half-hour in the lawn chairs just outside our patio and talked. Gigi invited him to help her fix lunch before he left, but their efforts were temporarily halted when they went back to our bedroom for another romp.

I walked down the hall to the doorway to watch, but the phone rang after about two minutes as I had just peered around the door jamb and stroked. The call was from her boss and I told him she was out for a few minutes but would have her call him back. He said that wasn’t necessary. He had just talked to his wife from South Carolina and said she would return home Tuesday evening.

Because he had invited us to spend a weekend at their cottage this coming weekend, his wife Mary suggested the four of us go instead for a day’s and night’s visit to a nudist resort about an hour and a half away from town. We knew it existed but haven’t been there. The only naturist resort we have attended was once in Florida while on vacation. He asked if we cared to check it out. I assured him I was sure Gigi would go for that and told him we had once stayed a night at the Florida nudist park.

When Victor left, she returned Mr. B’s call and expressed her enthusiasm to accompany him and his wife to the resort. The weather has been warm here most recent days, so that should be soon enough before cooler weather sets in. She asked what sparked his wife’s enthusiasm for nudism. He said he and she had been talking about it for months after she had come across the park’s website but hadn’t before thought about the four of us going together.

Mary thinks their kids may also enjoy going with them as a family sometime in the future, but they haven’t yet considered mentioning it to them. Every U.S. state has at least one nudist camp. They’re considering inviting their son and daughter to another nudist venue when they move back to South Carolina and the kids are out of school next summer. Three naturist parks and a public nude beach are within driving distance of her home city where they will be moving the first of next year. Their offspring haven’t yet made up their minds about continuing on at their current academy or transfer to another closer to where the family will be moving.

Before Victor left that Sunday morning, Gigi confessed to him, “You wore me out.” She turned to our Alexa device and asked it to play the song, “Sunday Morning Coming Down.” Mel smiled and said, “Well our tiredness didn’t have the sadder part of those words. Ours was a great night.” Gigi giggled and agreed.

Later that day, she said if we like the nudist camp, maybe we could invite one of her guys - Mel or Vic or any other - to accompany us for an overnight stay at some time in the future. I shrugged and said, “Okay with me.”

* * * * *

We didn’t go the nudist resort as Mr. B. and his wife Mary had suggested. Mary drove over on her own a day the other three of us were at work. The couple who owns and manages the club gave her a tour of the facility and a brochure about its amenities, which include what amounts to a small hotel where guests can stay overnights. The club’s swimming pool is glass-enclosed, allowing guests to swim in colder weather, and their dining room and bar are in temperature-controlled structures on the grounds.

She reconsidered her plans to visit that weekend and instead booked two rooms for October’s Columbus day when her husband and we will be free for the three-day weekend. She was told the cooler weather results in fewer people attending from about October through March. She decided we might be more comfortable our first time if fewer visitors were around.

So we instead agreed to stay overnight with them that weekend at their mountain cottage. I asked Gigi if her preference that I not have sex with other women would include this visit with them. She said “No, this is different. That would be rude.” If that seems contradictory to her “rules” and the way I assume she thinks - yeah, well, I can’t say I understand it either. But I liked it.

I didn’t write about that here for the reason the details have been told a few times before. Mary and I slept in the master bedroom, my wife and her boss in the other. A few circumstances were different this time, but the sex was as good as described elsewhere here. Among the minor differences was that Mary told me she and her husband have come to an agreement they will keep their open marriage agreement when they move back to South Carolina. I responded that I understood, that it’s difficult to give up lives like the four of us have enjoyed these past few years. I was pleased at her final comment when she said, “I just hope I find someone like you.” I grinned and said she’s overestimating me, that guys like me are a dime a dozen. She laughed and gave me a friendly punch on the shoulder, saying, “I haven’t yet met one.”

That night, my wife’s boss fucked her in their bedroom. Because their offspring are away at the military academy, Mary and I were in their son’s room. After some twenty minutes when I disengaged from our missionary position, we lay naked side by side and talked. We could hear well enough from the other bedroom that her husband and my wife were still having sex.

Her husband tells her about his and my wife’s sexual romps pretty much as my wife describes their couplings to me. She asked if Gigi tells me about their after-sex conversations. She does. Mary said, “It’s interesting to hear him tell me, but it isn’t the same as actually hearing them. I have also thought about that. She remembered their master bedroom’s screened windows were open. She grinned mischievously and said, “Want to watch and listen?” I eagerly agreed.

Aside from my shoes and Mary’s slippers, we were still naked. As we passed their closed door, we noticed a thin sliver of light beneath the door at floor level, telling us they hadn’t turned off the overhead lighting.

I followed her out their kitchen door to the back lawn and to the window at the bedroom where our spouses were fucking. They often start out slowly with foreplay, followed by slow copulation until both are at peak of lust. Mary positioned herself at the shadowed portion of the window so that neither of our spouses could see us from light spilling through the window. I stood alongside her as we peered in. He was then atop my wife and hammering her cunt at locomotive speed. She wailed, “Oh goddd! Yes! Yes.” I realized they had been at it a while to reach that point. I looked aside to Mary; she was transfixed at the sight. Her eyes were wide and her breath came out in huffs of excitation. She grasped my then-deflated dick and stroked it as we gazed at our spouses throwing themselves fully into their fucking.

Within two or three minutes, her boss grunted, signifying he was about to ejaculate in my wife’s cunt. Gigi gave him a wide grin of satisfaction, her long tongue licking out in rapid succession, as his jizz jetted into her amid his groans. My wife would never think of telling me little details like that when she’s narrating her adventures with other guys. With my dick in Mary’s warm hand, it had swollen to it fully bloated size.

Mr. B. withdrew from my wife’s treasure and plopped onto his back beside her. For the reason of their lengthy balling, both were quiet, their chests heaving in deep breaths. “I loved that,” my wife said to him. Mary nodded to me as if to say she loved seeing that as much as our spouses did fucking, and I responded with an understanding smile.

As they talked, Gigi fondled his semi-hard dick, still lengthy even after cumming. Her hand casually stroked it from its base to the cockhead. It seemed her thumb and fingers didn’t meet when curled around the full expanse of his pole’s circumference.

Mary whispered to me, “He never mentioned she does that as they talk after sex. Maybe you should hold it sometime in your hand. It’s a different feeling.” I grinned and said as quietly as I could, “I’ll forgo that experience.” Maybe I could under certain circumstances. At my wife’s request at what now seems long ago, I had once stuffed it into her pussy - and he once stroked my dick during one of the few times I lay beside them as he fucked my wife. I didn’t mind his friendly effort at the time to include me in their heated sex. Beau, too, had done that while I laid beside them and he was fucking her brains out; holding the other guys dick while fucking my wife had been a common occurrence in my wife's threesomes with Beau and his former roommate Jack when the two guys roomed together as students. But most often, I’m not in the same room her boss or other guys are fucking her.

He looked over to my wife and said, “It is as good with your husband as with me?” I knew he has asked that of her before and was later told that’s a common conversation between them.

She usually tells guys who ask similar questions that she doesn’t compare any man with another. But now, she instead hesitated a moment as if thought, then said, “Well, that’s the thing about being married for years. When many young people consider marriage, they assume their sexual thrills will go on for a lifetime.” She went on to opine the sex feelings can become routine. Some women have told her it’s even become boring with their husbands. She said she suspects that can develop into a reason for at least some divorces. Upon our hearing that, Mary glanced at me and nodded with a smile; neither she nor I could argue with that. Every married couple knows how it comes about, even if neither seeks out an affair to rekindle the feelings.

One other happening that weekend was when Mary presented Gigi the gift of a coffee mug with a colorful image on it of a couple fucking. Gigi has used it only once at breakfast with me since but has yet to show it to anyone. She said with a grin she plans to serve a beverage to one of her guys - didn’t say which guy, but I suppose that will be whoever she thinks will appreciate it. Mary said the sex image reminded her of her husband and my wife; she purchased it for my wife at a website called FineArtAmerica dot com. I looked around at several pages on that website of similar mugs but didn’t see that particular one - too many pages of mugs for my patience and maybe it's out of stock. (I found those images by going to the area, “Home Decor”; select, “coffee mugs”; then typed in, “sex.” So it may take a while to find them, but there’s a large selection of those sorts of cups - seemingly with every “lifestyle” one can imagine.

* * * * *

Allow me a half-minute to add something that would otherwise never appear on these pages - It has nothing to do with sex. I learned something new today - People really can be “invisible” with the right gear. My wife told me this after Mel left around ten this morning.

My wife had an interesting story to tell me before I sat down here to copy, paste, and rewrite this update. A night this past week while I was out of town, she stopped off at a shop a couple of blocks east of the bank to pick up a box of doughnuts to drop off at the private investigation office where she has occasionally worked. The board recently suggested to my wife it would be best if she discontinued her off-and-on employment at the PI agency for customer-image reasons, but none had objections to her riding along occasionally with operatives if she wished as long as she doesn't take part in interviews or other activity. This was just an ordinary visit to chat with whoever was on duty that afternoon. While she was sitting across from the owner’s desk with a doughnut and stale coffee, a female operative attired in what looked like something from a horror movie walked in. The woman, wearing a ghillie suit, laughed at my wife’s confused reaction.

A ghillie suit, I’m told, is a significant advancement over ordinary camouflage clothing; some believe the concept was first invented by Ice Age hunters. Gigi knew some hunters use them but had never encountered one; her former astronomy instructor - a retired Marine - had once told her military snipers in combat zones and training use similar gear. (By the way, he and my wife plan to get together again over the year-end holiday season for a couple of days, either at his home near the principal state university or at our home for a late “celebration” of her birthday Dec. 1.) A ghillie is a two-piece suit and hood made of polymer fabric fashioned to appear as brush and multicolored leaves. Anyone wearing it in a forest is virtually invisible.

The operative had just finished a fifteen-hour video surveillance near a home halfway up the nearest thickly-wooded mountain. She had removed her hood before driving back to the office; but, even without the head covering, the outfit can be startling to anyone who hasn’t before seen one. The PI chief chuckled and told my wife the agency bought that particular covering online for about twenty-five bucks. He said to Gigi, “Like you, I knew about them but had never seen one. But I’m not a hunter.” He nodded toward his female PI and added, “It was her idea.” The woman plopped her camera into a padded chair and said, “And it works better than I had imagined. From less than fifty yards away, I videoed a half dozen people coming and going from the cabin - and not one spotted me amid the trees.”

I had never before heard of that extreme sort of camo and thanked Gigi for the info. She said the ghillie suit is frightful at first glance. She surmised that had she not thought of bringing those cream-filled doughnuts for the PI agents that day, she likely would never have seen one.

After searching for pics of ghillie-wear on my iPhone, I said it seems like a PI’s ultimate disguise. She grinned and said, “Only if you’re working in the woods. For the rest of us, wigs, antiviral face masks, scarves, and tinted glasses work just fine.” But for now, her part-time PI work has come to an end at the board’s request.

I laughed when she added, “I don’t intend to buy one. That’s not something a wife can wear for a fuck date.”

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Really DES?? Really??? You didn't think we would be interested in the events with Bossman and Mary??? Such a silly man!!!! I love to hear all about what they do in closed rooms as much as you do!! I can barely wait to hear about your nudist weekend with them!! Did you and Mary ever tell them they were under surveillance as they finished fucking and rested??? That was HOT!!! So, was the masseur the same guy she used to fuck at his shop on Saturday mornings??? I'm glad you had a great time watching Gigi's hot pussy being hammered by some very big dicks!!!! OH, and it was really nice to hear that you were allowed to fuck Mary again!!!! I'm sure she would have been quite disappointed if you were prohibited.

Rascal