My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[Tracey52]

All of the above and more. So when did the masseuse start coming to your home and how many times did Gigi go to his first?

Secondly has Mary been with others during her time with you or did her comment indicate she has not?

[Des 31]

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

Hi Rascal. Yeah, we did tell them. I managed to get two pics from the window. Mary was the first to tell them and I showed them the pics on my digital handheld camera. Actually, I took four, but two were blurred - too much fast fucking, I assumed at first, but maybe my hands weren't steady. The former masseur has moved away. She hadn't been going anywhere for massages since then until now. So yeah, same guy.

Mary has scheduled us two rentals for a night at the nudist park in October. Gigi and I have visited one before in Florida while on vacation and thought it was a great experience. She says she felt a freedom she hasn't elsewhere. We would not have minded going to this one when it's crowded, but we will go along with Mary and her husband at the time they wish. Thanks for writing!

All of the above and more. So when did the masseuse start coming to your home and how many times did Gigi go to his first?

Secondly has Mary been with others during her time with you or did her comment indicate she has not?

You wrote at a good time. She left an hour ago and is getting a "massage" at his place as I'm responding here. She phoned when she drove up to his place and told me she should be home by seven at the latest but would call if circumstances change.

She had two ordinary massage visits her first two times but had vibes he was interested in more than only providing professional services. The third time, they were fucking like rabbits. While I was out of town earlier this week, she spoke on the phone with him and set up an appointment for Sunday, but he had to change plans last night and asked if she could come over today. She agreed to go this afternoon.

Extra benefits sometimes come about from her extracurricular activities. In this case, there's no longer a charge for massages. I assume that, for him, the thrills of dicking my wife are worth giving up a professional fee.

it's still warm, in the low 90s here, so she wore a cut-off pullover, short shorts, and running shoes. I mentioned as she was about to leave her nipples were swollen and protruding beneath the yellow pullover and that I was sure she was excited about seeing him again. She laughed and said, "Sure, why not?" and then looked down to my cargo shorts and said, "I see you're pretty excited yourself, Kemo Sabi." I told her I wished her a good time as she walked out the door. Makes my dick swell again as I'm now again thinking about it.

Mary confided to me she met an old boyfriend when visiting her family in Charleston. My information about it is limited, but she has known him since college days when they began dating. They were regularly fucking up until she met the man who is now her husband, but her bf was then in the process of moving away for a position with a large company. He was later married, then divorced after eight years and hasn't remarried.

They met again at the home of a couple who live near her parents and hooked up for two nights during her stay. That's all I know about it, but she confided all that while the four of us were talking on the patio at our home. She told Gigi what she had already told me, that they want to continue having sex with others when they move back to her hometown. When writing that lengthy catch-up story, I left out that Gigi told each more about a couple of her experiences with other men while we have been married, and her boss was pleased she finally confessed her sexual past. He said he found all that to be "exciting." My wife told me later she sees no need to go into greater detail but had long realized her boss had assumed she had other extramarital affairs other than just with him.

I'm guessing that Mary's old boyfriend will be one of those with who she will be having sex after they move from here. She said the sex was better with him when they reconnected than during the last few months they were together in their younger days.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

And you thought you didn't have anything that would be of interest!!! HA!!! Thanks for the further update!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Follow-up for from earlier, late this afternoon ~ My wife returned earlier than the latest time she estimated. She told me to take off my clothes and come to bed, where she stroked my dick until stiff and jerked me off rapidly as she narrated her time with her masseur.

When she removed her shorts and cropped top, Vic took off his clothes to rub her down. The massage lasted no more than five minutes. His dick stood out stiff and strong like a flag pole. Unable to resist as he stood alongside her on his massage table, she rolled to a side and took his cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed eagerly as he moaned under the spell of her long tongue on his penis.

He crawled onto the table, spread her legs, and guided his cock into her cunt. Gigi cried out as his pole slid into her cunt. He slid in and out with slow motions. As her hips rose and fell in rhythm with his thrusts, he increased his tempo. Gigi grinned - with passion she said rather than any humor.

Her legs flew from his waist down to his thighs and back again as he fucked her. Within fifteen or so minutes, both were cumming amid sobs and moans. He led her to his bed where they talked, cuddled, and exchanged oral sex for a while. When he was again hard, he fucked her again . She doesn't think he ejaculated this time but she had climaxed under his tongue's manipulation.

As she was dressing to leave, Vic asked if when he could see her again. She told him sometime within the next two or three weeks and would call him when she can get free from responsibilities. I came with a groan as she narrated her afternoon's adventure. She told me before I got up to go to the computer room she hopes to see Mel sometime before that. I'm unsure whether she was adding another remark for my excitation but said, "But it was great with Victor. His dick felt sooo good, baby." If that was for my benefit - well, it worked. I liked it.

~ Des

[Tracey52]

What a week or two you’ve had and go Mary. Far removed from the woman who had lost interest in sex that we first read about.

Keep the updates coming Des.we love them and hearing from you. Never a dull moment despite what you sometimes think. Just copy your journal if you like and are pushed for time.

[Scotch98]

Thanks for the update Des and I agree w/ rascal. Any of your update are eagerly anticipated. Nice you got to Fuck Mary again and the both of you watching Mr B pound Gigi is very hot indeed. Never think any detail is to small or mundane. I think we can all agree we all look forward to any an all updates you have...Cheers

[Des 31]

Your comments are greatly appreciated. I hear you, and I will hereafter keep all those in mind. Most responses are from regulars like you guys (and occasionally a couple of women in my personal messages box), and I have wondered how many actually read all my unusually lengthy write-ups. But I noticed the last time I signed on more than 600,000 have now visited our history here, and maybe most see no need to leave a message. But it may also be that my postings are just too damn long for most visitors here. That practice won't change; it's just my writing nature to attempt telling it all.

As you mentioned, I suppose that her many experiences with her boss really are worth writing about. Seeing his big dick up close is like looking at a limb of an oak tree. When viewed up close as I have sometimes seen, his length and broad, blood-engorged cockhead can be a frightful sight; yet, I'm instantly aroused as I see him erect and think of it fully impaled in my wife's love tunnel. I understand her momentary fears when she stares down at the image of his python about to invade her opening. Her common fearful scream is, "Oh god! Oh god!" or occasionally an indescribable squeal of dread. Blood seems to drain from her fce and her then-squared, wide eyes are staring dreadfully at it when positioned for invasion; her momentary color is like the pallid shade of off-white velvet. But once his torpedo is fully impaled, everything changes. She's then like a wild cheeta chasing its prey. She admits her love for his big cock is like a squirrel's love for a tree from which it jumps freely. Few lustful feelings can be compared to the passion and adulation she has for him and he has for her. It isn't exactly "worship" by either, but that's a close analogy.

Her response to his question that evening of whether sex with him is better than with me wasn't meant to lessen our marital feelings for the other. But, as my wife has often remarked, "If it wasn't better with someone else, there would be no point in doing it at all." She intends her comment as an ongoing joke, but it's an obvious truth - why would a woman bother if it wasn't better with someone other than her husband? It's the same for her boss or any other man who fucks someone other than his wife of many years.

I'm pleased you enjoyed that requested update. I was electrified when watching them with Mary from their window, and Mary was similarly enthralled; she and I share that feeling about our spouses.

Thank you for your responses to that, and I'll try not to skip over what may seem not worth mentioning in the future. The next pic to be posted as an avatar within a day or two will be one of the two pics taken of my wife and her boss from outside their bedroom window, but I change our avatars around often. Both photos are nearly the same, so either will work for that purpose.

~ Des

[1_chammer]

That would appear to be a reworking of the an old adage, “Once is an accident; twice is a coincidence; the third time is a pattern.”

[pixmangurn]

Des, I am guilty of not telling you and others how much I appreciate and enjoy the postings of you and others on this site. Please feel free to include as many details as you feel comfortable in sharing. As to the unwanted private messages, they should be reported to the mods immediately. Chances are they spewing the same hate and negativity to others on the board. That has no place here. Looking forward to all your updates!

[afagehi7]

Your comments are greatly appreciated. I hear you, and I will hereafter keep all those in mind. Most responses are from regulars like you guys (and occasionally a couple of women in my personal messages box), and I have wondered how many actually read all my unusually lengthy write-ups. But I noticed the last time I signed on more than 600,000 have now visited our history here, and maybe most see no need to leave a message. But it may also be that my postings are just too damn long for most visitors here. That practice won't change; it's just my writing nature to attempt telling it all.

As you mentioned, I suppose that her many experiences with her boss really are worth writing about. Seeing his big dick up close is like looking at a limb of an oak tree. When viewed up close as I have sometimes seen, his length and broad, blood-engorged cockhead can be a frightful sight; yet, I'm instantly aroused as I see him erect and think of it fully impaled in my wife's love tunnel. I understand her momentary fears when she stares down at the image of his python about to invade her opening. Her common fearful scream is, "Oh god! Oh god!" or occasionally an indescribable squeal of dread. Blood seems to drain from her fce and her then-squared, wide eyes are staring dreadfully at it when positioned for invasion; her momentary color is like the pallid shade of off-white velvet. But once his torpedo is fully impaled, everything changes. She's then like a wild cheeta chasing its prey. She admits her love for his big cock is like a squirrel's love for a tree from which it jumps freely. Few lustful feelings can be compared to the passion and adulation she has for him and he has for her. It isn't exactly "worship" by either, but that's a close analogy.

Her response to his question that evening of whether sex with him is better than with me wasn't meant to lessen our marital feelings for the other. But, as my wife has often remarked, "If it wasn't better with someone else, there would be no point in doing it at all." She intends her comment as an ongoing joke, but it's an obvious truth - why would a woman bother if it wasn't better with someone other than her husband? It's the same for her boss or any other man who fucks someone other than his wife of many years.

I'm pleased you enjoyed that requested update. I was electrified when watching them with Mary from their window, and Mary was similarly enthralled; she and I share that feeling about our spouses.

Thank you for your responses to that, and I'll try not to skip over what may seem not worth mentioning in the future. The next pic to be posted as an avatar within a day or two will be one of the two pics taken of my wife and her boss from outside their bedroom window, but I change our avatars around often. Both photos are nearly the same, so either will work for that purpose.

~ Des

Added reluctantly on as an afterthought: I suggest to a (possibly new) member from whom I had never before encountered in our postings or PMs, who recently sent me a certain Personal Message of a sort no one would appreciate - that he or she (unsure of gender) read the RULES established for substantial reasons at this website. I also occasionally check into the Rules section for potential updates, and that's a good idea for all members anyway. This site has strict and reasonable standards. I'm not into getting anyone kicked off, but I'll report the next message like that from that party and think all here should do the same if they receive irritating messages from anyone after a warning.

I was recently told by someone who had just read a new novel, the name of which I don't recall, but with an insightful comment, hereby paraphrased, "One noticeable and unwanted occurrence may be an accident; twice may be a coincidence; the third is a problem to be handled immediately."

It had to be a guy, chicks don't act like that normally.

Don't understand what they get out of insulting people on the internet

[solstice]

Mary has scheduled us two rentals for a night at the nudist park in October.
When you first told of your first platonic dates with Mary, I thought of her as a delicate flower who had little say when B fucked Gigi, have to admit I found that delicate relationship you had with her a great turn on. but it would seem some individualistic pluck, I raise my hat to her!
She seems to have a million ways that she happens to meet guys. When we first started at this,
This process of meeting in the course of work or recreation, has always provoked my purulent nature, and love hearing the how and wherefore.
She grinned mischievously and said, “Want to watch and listen?
Another gem with Mary's predisposition to peek, this particular post of yours is full of gems, I think you must be reading my mind and be aware of my kinks.
Do you have Ghillies in the US always thought it peculiar to Scotland Typically, it is a net or cloth garment covered in loose strips of burlap (hessian), cloth, or twine, sometimes made to look like leaves and twigs.

[Des 31]

Mary has scheduled us two rentals for a night at the nudist park in October.
When you first told of your first platonic dates with Mary, I thought of her as a delicate flower who had little say when B fucked Gigi, have to admit I found that delicate relationship you had with her a great turn on. but it would seem some individualistic pluck, I raise my hat to her!
She seems to have a million ways that she happens to meet guys. When we first started at this,
This process of meeting in the course of work or recreation, has always provoked my purulent nature, and love hearing the how and wherefore.
She grinned mischievously and said, “Want to watch and listen?
Another gem with Mary's predisposition to peek, this particular post of yours is full of gems, I think you must be reading my mind and be aware of my kinks.
Do you have Ghillies in the US always thought it peculiar to Scotland Typically, it is a net or cloth garment covered in loose strips of burlap (hessian), cloth, or twine, sometimes made to look like leaves and twigs.

Thanks, Sol! Mary was never a wilting flower for sure. She knows exactly what she wants and how whatever she wants to be done. She encouraged her husband to meet a woman for the reason her predilection is like mine for my wife. She gets off on hearing her boss tell her everything when they're having sex. Mr. B. comes across a confident, all-male guy.

And yes, My wife has told me ghillies aren't uncommon for some game hunters in the U.S., available online at varying prices from about $25 and up, dependent upon the quality. Gigi is an exceptional shooter but doesn't hunt wild game.

Rob, the former-Marine friend of my wife, has told her the military provides snipers with high-quality ghillies as needed to withstand wear and tear, but they aren't as comfortable as combat fatigues. Wearing one takes some getting-used-to as required by snipers who may stand watch for long periods of time until they can get a good sight on their targets. He told us that few people realize the specialization for training snipers is very high - as I recall, the job requires good math skills, extensive training in a wide variety of firearms, exceptional attitudes, patience, and skills beyond the ordinary. The average sharpshooter, we're told, would never make the cut, but I have never done research for that specialty to confirm what we're told. I recall laughing when he told me when snipers are talking in their typical jargon around other soldiers, those around them have no idea what they're talking about - pretty much like physicians' jargon while standing around, say, a gaggle of high-ego lawyers who think they know everything but often are reminded by expert tradesmen they don't.

I checked the "How stuff works" website after typing the above and found, "When a sniper takes a shot, there are countless variables to consider before squeezing the trigger --- wind speed, wind direction, range, target movement, mirage, light source, temperature, barometric pressure, and that's just the beginning. The work that goes into getting a good position to take a shot is immense."

(And, sometimes, ghillies.)

[Tracey52]

I love the avatar. He’s giving Gigi plenty.

[Rockhard11]

I don’t often comment, but I have read every word of your thread, as it is one of my favourites to follow on this forum. Thank you for sharing the stories of your wife and life, as they really set a high water mark for those that fantasize about an open lifestyle.

[Des 31]

I don’t often comment, but I have read every word of your thread, as it is one of my favourites to follow on this forum. Thank you for sharing the stories of your wife and life, as they really set a high water mark for those that fantasize about an open lifestyle.

And thank you for those kind remarks. Glad to have you in this alternative family of like-minded folks that we have found here.

~ Des

[Mack555]

Des,im glad to hear Gigi got all her kinks worked out by her masseur, sounds like a hot time for all.
Dont worry about the length of your posts, im sure all are hanging on to your every word. You bring a spark
to my very boring life. Just-make sure of one thing, that you both live your lives to the fullest while living it.
Most people live their lives like gerbils in a roller wheel ,just going over the same ground endlessly. Live life fully.
Best wishes to you both.

[Des 31]

Copied and pasted from my computer journal: This length of those narratives is typical of my recollections. I herein added a few explanatory remarks but didn’t take the time to edit it down tonight. So I hope the length doesn’t bother some who care to read this.

My wife and Mel had talked over the phone last Tuesday night, but I didn’t later ask which of them actually made the call. He invited my wife to his home if she were free any night during the week. We had no plans the following evening and she told him she could stop by after work Wednesday afternoon.

I knew she was to be there, but she left a message on my iPhone when she arrived at his place at 4:35 p.m.. She said she expected to be home no later than ten, a half-hour later than we usually go to bed. They were fucking off and on until around eight and had a minimal dinner at this home before she left at nine that night. As is her habit, she phoned me as she was about to leave for home. Responding to my typical question, she went on, “Yeah, it was very nice. I invited him to our home Friday night.”

Mel said he would be here at seven. I prepared a dinner that could be re-warmed as needed. At Gigi’s suggestion, I turned on the hot tub and laid out six folded, white towels on the patio table. He arrived within minutes of his anticipated time. When we removed our clothes to sit in the then warmed tub, I glanced down to his semi-tumescent dick. I bit my lip as I stared; although a normal six or so inches in length, the circumference was rather broad and impressive. I had seen it once before but didn’t then get as clear a view. Although Gigi tells me the “personality” of a guy is of most importance to her, I feel sure a strong, thick cock certainly should certainly assist in giving her pleasure. For whatever reason, she prefers not to talk about particulars like that, so I don’t make an issue of it.

We sat naked in the hot tub for perhaps fifteen minutes. My wife and he sat across from me. We talked a bit, but that didn’t last long. Gigi was the first to lean in and kiss him fully on the lips. I sat quietly and watched. He responded, his lips lingering on hers, and his fingers stroked the globe of a breast. Her nipples swelled and protruded noticeably. Her hand seemed rather busy below the bubbling water and I assumed she was stroking his dick.

We dried off and Gigi picked up two folded towels to take with her to the living room. When we had stood to get out of the tub, I assumed my suspicion she had been fondling his cock was right. His staff was firm, straight, tilted slightly upward. She glanced furtively down to his blood-engorged shaft. I thought it was actually rather awesome. His broad, purplish dickhead sits atop a pale, heavily-veined stalk. His cock bobbed as his walked behind my wife through the patio doors to our living room.

Naked, they sat together on our couch. I dropped the last dry towel onto our lounge chair and plopped onto the chair's cushion across from them. I don’t recall Gigi’s exact question causing Mel to respond, but he said, “I don’t think either of us needs to feel guilty about anything. Aren’t we expected to ‘love our neighbor?’” Gigi chuckled and said, “I don’t think that means loving the neighbor’s wife.” He said, “Well, I like your husband too.”

She looked aside at me, grinned, and said, “Well, okay then. I guess we’re doing the right thing.” I nodded and said, “That works for me.”

He pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Gigi’s lips parted as she leaned forward and covered his cock with her mouth. With the slow pulls of her full lips, her head bobbed like a metronome. Mel’s eyes closed as in rapture and his head lay back atop the back of the couch as she eagerly sucked his cock. Moaning, he extended a hand to her nearest breast and stroked gently. My wife sighed, “Mmm…” as her head bobbed with the urgency of heated arousal. Her saliva slicked his pole that now glistened like a newly waxed car in the reflection of the table lamp alongside them.

I assumed my wife would soon lead him to our bedroom, but that didn’t then happen. Instead, both seemed to ignore that I was near. My breath quickened as he urged her back onto the towel beneath them. He parted her legs, knelt between her thighs, and nursed a breast, then moved lower to her creaming mound. Gigi’s raised her long legs and clamped her thighs about his neck. His tongue found her clitoris. She whimpered, “Oh god, yes. Yes!” His tongue’s labor increased with rapidity in response to her wailing.

Her ardor rose incrementally like a tidal surge amid a sea storm. Her hips rotated beneath his tongue’s zealous manipulations. His stiff dick as it jerked in excitation as he, too, concentrated on pleasuring her. I was now stroking my cock rapidly. My body trembled in reaction to their lovemaking. It seemed to me that I was then no more than the room's atmosphere as if both had forgotten I sat nearby.

Gigi whined, “Fuck me. Fuck me now.” Mel rose, placed a hand alongside her head to brace himself, and guided his pulsating cock to her wet opening. Her body shivered as his cockhead parted the lips of her pussy. As his stick slid in, her eyes widened. And when fully implanted and at his first stroke through the tunnel of her cunt, she cried out, “Oh god, yeah!” Mel groaned responsively and slammed into her at a jackhammer’s speed. Her heels dug into the couch’s cushions like an anvil on foam rubber.

My six-inch dick seemed to steam in the warmth of my hand. I pumped its rubbery stiffness, the soft outer flesh sliding smoothly above its surface.

Gigi stared into his eyes with the intensity of a wolf at its prey in the wilds. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her ankles interlocked about his back. Her hips rotated as he fucked her madly. She whimpered, “Oh honey, fuck it. Fuck it good.” He said, “I love fucking you.” Her eyes were wide, squared, and wild.

My wife’s jaw and body tremored as if in rapture. As his cock rammed through her cuntal walls, her eyeballs rolled up. I can’t recall so great an emotional state when she and I are having sex. As I often do when see her like that, I wondered what could then be going through her mind. She was consumed by the feel of his naked flesh against hers and the thrill of his shaft ramming through her. She sighed, “Ohhh … goddd. . . Ahhh.” I realized I was biting into my lower lip as I imagined the heat of her passion.

My lips trembled as I silently mouthed, “Thank you. Thank you for fucking my wife like a stallion.” I loved it. Neither noticed my lamentable state as an outsider from their rapturous union. My being was no more than a floating microcosm adrift from their universe of passion.

My cock had swelled like a gas balloon about to explode. And now, my jism was about to erupt. I stood to scurry to the hall bath - then realized I would never make it. I frantically reached for the towel on my chair and wrapped a fold around my dick. My sperm detonated into the towel’s folds. Weakened, I supported myself by gripping the chair’s arm until I could catch my breath.

Thankfully in my pitifully-spent state, neither looked at me. Mel and my wife were deep in the throes of ecstasy as they fucked. Holding the towel at my groin, I stumbled to the guestroom, didn’t think to close the door behind me, and plopped my back onto the bed. I doubted they noticed my absence.

Their moans and sighs reverberated from the living room. Then, Gigi let out a blissful outcry as she climaxed. Rapid slaps of flesh followed until Mel groaned in a long sigh of orgasmic enchantment. It took most of a minute for my breath to subside.

Soon, the sound of their feet padding down the hall caused me to look aside. Gigi led him by a hand to our bedroom across the hall, left the door ajar, and didn’t turn on the overhead light. I watched as she lay down on our marital bed. She shifted further aside to allow him to lay alongside her and said to him, “That was so good.” Mel said to her, “What happened to your husband?”

She said, impishly, “Wherever Des is, I’m sure he’s fine. I can promise you he enjoyed it all as much as we did.” He chuckled and said, “Then I hope I’m doing his marital job well for him.” Laughing, she responded, “I can’t imagine anyone who could handle that responsibility better.” Mel's comment reminded me of some guys in the past who assumed I couldn't cum unless when they were fucking my wife. I don't think that was his implication, but I really don't care if others think that.

When referring to me, she didn’t actually say, “Des” when responding to Mel but instead used my middle name by which I’m better known and typically introduce myself. In our day-to-day lives, my wife uses my boyhood nickname, “Des.” Only my wife and mother, but few others, know me by my first name, Desmond. My middle name was my late father’s idea and is more common in his ancestral nation of Ireland, but also common in Scotland, and the U.K. I use it here for anonymity.

I set them two sides of the re-warmed, light dinner on a tray and served them in bed, then returned to the guest room.

I think I fell asleep within five minutes, somewhere in the middle of something my wife was saying something to him. I think it was their noisy fucking that awoke me at four a.m. Gigi screamed as his dick was plunging into her pussy. I rolled out of bed and crept to our bedroom door across the hallway. Gigi had turned on a bedroom lamp. Mel was fucking her from behind as she knelt on the mattress and braced her upper body on her elbows. Ducking into my home office’s room, I grabbed my camera. Standing alongside the door frame, I dropped to a knee and snapped a pic for our memories.

I don’t know how long they were fucking before I had awakened, but Mel grunted and moaned as he was cumming into her cunt. My wife collapsed face forward and sighed, “That was so good.” He agreed and laid alongside her. I returned to the guest room’s bed. Anyone who can give my wife that height of satisfaction deserves our marital bed.

I was up at 5:35 the following morning. As I passed their doorway on my way to the hallway shower, I spotted my wife leaning above him and sucking his dick. His fingers stroked through her tousled hair as she mouthed his dick. My first thought at the moment was that was a good way for her to express her gratitude. Or, maybe, she just likes sucking dicks. Either way, I felt pleasure knowing she was clearly enjoying what she was doing.

I’m unsure what else they were doing as I prepared breakfast for the three of us, but the two walked into the kitchen around 6:30. Gigi wore her hip-length, green oriental robe and had loaned Mel our white, terry cloth guest robe and matching slippers.

We sat around the table and talked, but neither they nor I mentioned their previous evening’s hot sex. Instead, Gigi had questioned Mel about his contractual work. He works mostly remotely from his home but complexities require at times to be onsite and sometimes is required to first be vetted by corporate security. She assumed there must be at least some similarities between the ultra-fast commercial computers and my better-than-average system in my home office.

Mel said, “Think of the difference between a house cat and a panther. Quantum computers and your binary computers are both ‘computers,’ but they’re entirely different machines.” I was fascinated, but his explanation was increasingly complicated. I turned on my pocket recorder.

“Common computers," he said, "store data in ones and zeroes. Quantums use cubits, a two-state quantum-mechanical system, Quantum machines combine the ones and zeros together through qubits, or quantum electrons. Think about that for a moment - quantum states of particles smaller than atoms. By comparison to classic computers, those machines are relatively few and developed over years of trial and error by engineers and scientists through quantum physics. The complexity of the concept allows power and speed are so incomprehensible that even scientists struggle to understand them.

“And they’re constantly being improved. Some D-Waves are more advanced than others. The NSA has quantum computers unavailable to the commercial market. News reports claim they can, and have, hacked every other quantum and classic computer on earth. I’m sure that’s true, and no one outside that small division of the NSA knows how they did it. I think they have somehow developed a program that will break any complex security code at light speed and I don’t believe any other nation has that capability.

Gigi grinned and said half-jokingly, “I want one.” but Mel explained they wouldn’t be any faster for computations most businesses and people need. They're mostly used for the most advanced sciences. For that, they’re unmatched. Some have claimed they can think like a human, but they can’t, at least yet. Computers can exceed the thought of the right brain in analysis but no computer can duplicate the creativity of the left brain. The smartest human to have ever lived was Sir Isaac Newton who single-handily invented modern science, and anyone like that is unlikely to arrive again on this earth until Jesus returns."

His most startling opinion was that if an Isaac Newton-type could create what’s needed for a quantum computer to combine with the ability of the left brain, a dictator personality could use it to effectively control the world. No one and no nation of people could challenge that capability. But Melvin opines it’s unlikely just one group of scientists in just one nation would be the sole owners of that capability. Gigi and I later went online for videos and explanations of quantum computers. I can now better understand what Mel was saying. It’s mind-blowing.

Checking his wristwatch, he said that he had some catch-up work at his home and he should be leaving. Gigi was still in her short robe as he stood alongside our front door to leave. She gave him a lingering kiss and waved goodbye from the door as he backed his car out of our driveway and drove out through our front gate.

Neither made plans for just when they are to get together again. Maybe soon, maybe never, I don’t know. I followed Gigi as she headed to the shower.
She said she might be late getting home following Thursday night’s board of directors meeting. Her boss had asked if they could get together afterward but neither he nor she made plans for where. It could be at our home or his. I thought all that would be enough for her for a while, but his morning, she told me she soon needs to make an appointment with Vic, her masseur. That's a lot of fucking, but she is her own woman and doesn't need my approval. I like that.

When she told me about her and her boss' plans, I shrugged and said, “You know I’m happy whenever and whatever you do.” Gigi grinned as she stepped into the shower stall, turned on the faucet, and said, “That also makes me happy.”

I walked away with a smile. I meant every word. The previous night, as with any night like that, always leave me contented. In my way of thinking, we have a perfect marriage.

~ Des

[solstice]

Although Gigi tells me the “personality” of a guy is of most importance to her, I feel sure a strong, thick cock certainly should certainly assist in giving her pleasure.

Could it be the longer and thicker the cock is the more his personality shines?
I put it down to age related senility, but I can't recollect Mel in the runners and riders, I hope this does not appear as flippant.

[Tracey52]

Seems like a great night for all Des. I’m glad Gigi allowed you to watch and that Mel was comfortable with it.

[afagehi7]

What an incredible writer!

[Des 31]

Although Gigi tells me the “personality” of a guy is of most importance to her, I feel sure a strong, thick cock certainly should certainly assist in giving her pleasure. Could it be the longer and thicker the cock is the more his personality shines?
I put it down to age related senility, but I can't recollect Mel in the runners and riders, I hope this does not appear as flippant.

Hi Solstice. Mel’s history is on the previous page, 163, September 12. This was a quick “reunion.”

Des,im glad to hear Gigi got all her kinks worked out by her masseur, sounds like a hot time for all.
Dont worry about the length of your posts, im sure all are hanging on to your every word. You bring a spark to my very boring life. Just-make sure of one thing, that you both live your lives to the fullest while living it.
Most people live their lives like gerbils in a roller wheel ,just going over the same ground endlessly. Live life fully.
Best wishes to you both.

Des,im glad to hear Gigi got all her kinks worked out by her masseur, sounds like a hot time for all.
Dont worry about the length of your posts, im sure all are hanging on to your every word. You bring a spark
to my very boring life. Just-make sure of one thing, that you both live your lives to the fullest while living it.
Most people live their lives like gerbils in a roller wheel ,just going over the same ground endlessly. Live life fully.
Best wishes to you both.

Seems like a great night for all Des. I’m glad Gigi allowed you to watch and that Mel was comfortable with it.

What an incredible writer!

Thank you all for those kind words. It’s greatly appreciated. My work and personal schedules caused the above to be a couple of days late, so I copied and pasted it from my journal to squeeze it in. Glad it worked out for you.

~ Des

[Tracey52]

We have all said it as a group before Des, don’t double up having to write your journal and then posts here. We are very happy with the extracts from your journal as they are, especially if it means more timely and frequent posts. In the end that’s what we most want-information.

It was remiss of me not to previously mention how professional the writing in the last post seemed. Could have been a chapter for any excellent erotic novel.

[eater]

great writing Des. I don't mind the stories straight from your journal.

[Des 31]

Our October plan to visit the nudist resort has changed. The parents of Mary, wife of Gigi's boss, had been visiting Florida at Boca Raton until evacuations were suggested to avoid the expected damage from Hurricane Ian. They returned to their home in Charleston. After Ian had crossed the State of Florida and was anticipated to again land at the South Carolina coast, Mary flew to stay with her parents for two weeks in the event she may be needed. Mary phoned us today and says it seems the storm is anticipated to reach landfall near their city. At the time she called, the hurricane had slowed to a Category One, so the S.C. coast won't be as devastating as on Florida's SW coast. We're told her parents' home, like many around them in Charleston, is of sturdy stone construction and shouldn't be affected by winds, although potential flooding could cause considerable problems.

Last night, Gigi and her boss stayed overnight at his home, so I'll get to that later. Tonight, her masseur Victor will be at our home. I'll get around to all that later as time allows . . . Never a dull moment around our home.

~Des

[Tracey52]

Never dull indeed. So much for slowing down.