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My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
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August 24 birthday party (follow-up from Saturday morning)
This may be more than any wants to know about my wife’s weekend away today and tonight. I recorded her half hour’s conversation over the phone. In a few ways, it’s unlike anything in our experience.
I didn’t anticipate my wife’s weekend away for her young boyfriend’s birthday party would go smoothly and mentioned that to her at least twice. I was wrong. Again.
Today, her youngest fuckbuddy’s parents hosted his 21st birthday party at their home about 100 miles south of our town. My wife had twice socialized with his parents at a local restaurant and the first of those included their son. As mentioned here previously, they know she is married but his mom and dad either had no problem with that or at least didn’t display any displeasure. My wife came away with the impression they’re actually pleased learning she is married.
My concern about her accepting the invitation to his party was that several of his former high school friends were invited. I surmised this could be uncomfortable for her and his parents. She phoned tonight to tell me that didn’t happen, that everything went well. To avoid questions by attentive guests, she had replaced her wedding ring with an old class ring she almost never wears.
She left just about eight this morning to drive down. A night earlier in the week, his parents had taken her to dinner and Beau’s mom suggested that my wife should bring a swimsuit. Her drive was a bit longer than anticipated in that the GPS was slightly off. Their home is in a rural, forested area down a half-mile of dirt road off the main highway. She had to turn around twice before a distant neighbor pointed her to the right unpaved driveway leading to their place alongside a lake.
She described their residence as a two-story traditional white frame home set alone amid a forested area. A dock and boathouse reach out onto the lake. Beyond their property was only the lake, trees and white clouds that bunched up at the horizon.
Most had already arrived and others drove up over the next hour. Five young men, including his college roommate Jack, and four women made up the guest list. Other than my wife and Beau’s roommate, all guests had attended high school with Beau. His mom showed her Beau’s upstairs room where he and she were to be sleeping, and she left her overnight bag on the floor alongside his bed. Oddly, because he has no siblings, his bed is a two-tiered bunk bed. His mother said with a wink, “We have no preference which you want,” implying she may sleep in the lower single-size bed with Beau. My wife laughed and said they could work that out.
She spread her time equally socializing with the younger crowd and Beau’s parents. She joked to me, “I was the in-between age.” His parents own a franchised hardware store in town where Beau worked part-time when in school and learned his mechanical skills that impress my wife.
They talked, swam and water-skied behind a wake boat operated by his dad. One of the women and a former male classmate held jobs locally, and the rest, like Beau and Jack, were students. One attends an occupational training school in welding. Rounding out the group was their sizeable Golden Retriever.
Beau’s best friend from high school was the first in the water by diving off the dock. My wife said he was an obviously experienced diver and she followed suit with her best high school somersault. She later went out on an arm-stand and both he and she came up with onlookers clapping. Someone suggested a competition between the two. She said the dock isn’t sufficiently elevated above water level for fancier dives, but each pulled off a twist along with a straight. The family dog entertained the crowd by jumping in alongside them, then paddling back to shore and running down the dock to jump in again. Their tabby cat sat alongside one of the girls feeding her treats at the land’s edge and was in no way about to get near the splashing action.
The others considered their exhibitions as equally skilled, but my wife said the guy should get the points because her knees were slightly bent in the straighter. She told me she wasn’t really sure she had bent her knees but experience has taught her to be sensitive to male egos. Her competitor grinned broadly at her admission, saying, “I didn’t notice. Where did you learn that?”
It wasn’t long after at the early-afternoon luncheon that she recognized if anyone had noticed the age difference between her, Beau and the other guests, none seemed to care.
She had a cramp at the inside of a thigh after water-skiing and one of the guys offered to massage it. A girl glanced over to them, grinned and told him he seemed “to be enjoying doing that too much.” She and others around them laughed at the remark. The guy’s face turned red and he smiled sheepishly. My wife said, “It’s fine now,” and thanked him.
At mid-afternoon, she assisted Beau’s mother with cleanup in the kitchen. His mother said casually that, if my wife wished, the four of them could go skinny-dipping in the lake that night or early morning. My wife responded she would enjoy that and added something along the line of, “You and your husband are full of surprises.” His mom said, “We’re easy to get along with.” My wife said that and other remarks by either parent that day are giving her some understanding about their liberal attitude toward their son dating a married woman. I didn’t think to ask what those other comments were.
The last of the guests departed around six o’clock. Jack left an hour and a half earlier to drive back. Beau and my wife walked with him to his pickup truck. He man-hugged Beau, wishing him a happy birthday and a “good-night” as well with my wife. He turned to my wife and said, “Beau and I aren’t the same as before we met you. You brought us into manhood.” She told me she intends to correct their inaccurate impression about that when the three get together again. Sexual connections can warp some facets of life and she has little, if anything, to do with their changing self-images. She and Beau held hands and watched Jack’s pickup until he reached the winding driveway’s curve and disappeared from sight through the trees.
She and Beau will be going to bed at whatever time his parents do, but his mother had said privately to her that would be early this evening. Both parents understand their son and my wife will be fucking and I find that astonishing how, according to my wife, they casually accept that. She said she anticipates she won’t be home until at least seven tomorrow night but will phone when she’s on the way.
I asked, knowing immediately afterward it was a ridiculous question, if she’s anxious to have his dick inside her. She laughed and said, “Well, fuck yes, Kemo Sabe. That’s why I’m here.” She said she was going in to join the family for dinner and would phone tomorrow. We talked another minute or so before we saying our "byes," and she clicked off her phone from wherever she was sitting outside.
I don’t anticipate knowing more until she arrives home late Sunday night and, if she's late in arriving home tomorrow night, maybe not even for another day. If it’s worthwhile telling, I’ll let you know.
~ Des
This may be more than any wants to know about my wife’s weekend away today and tonight. I recorded her half hour’s conversation over the phone. In a few ways, it’s unlike anything in our experience.
I didn’t anticipate my wife’s weekend away for her young boyfriend’s birthday party would go smoothly and mentioned that to her at least twice. I was wrong. Again.
Today, her youngest fuckbuddy’s parents hosted his 21st birthday party at their home about 100 miles south of our town. My wife had twice socialized with his parents at a local restaurant and the first of those included their son. As mentioned here previously, they know she is married but his mom and dad either had no problem with that or at least didn’t display any displeasure. My wife came away with the impression they’re actually pleased learning she is married.
My concern about her accepting the invitation to his party was that several of his former high school friends were invited. I surmised this could be uncomfortable for her and his parents. She phoned tonight to tell me that didn’t happen, that everything went well. To avoid questions by attentive guests, she had replaced her wedding ring with an old class ring she almost never wears.
She left just about eight this morning to drive down. A night earlier in the week, his parents had taken her to dinner and Beau’s mom suggested that my wife should bring a swimsuit. Her drive was a bit longer than anticipated in that the GPS was slightly off. Their home is in a rural, forested area down a half-mile of dirt road off the main highway. She had to turn around twice before a distant neighbor pointed her to the right unpaved driveway leading to their place alongside a lake.
She described their residence as a two-story traditional white frame home set alone amid a forested area. A dock and boathouse reach out onto the lake. Beyond their property was only the lake, trees and white clouds that bunched up at the horizon.
Most had already arrived and others drove up over the next hour. Five young men, including his college roommate Jack, and four women made up the guest list. Other than my wife and Beau’s roommate, all guests had attended high school with Beau. His mom showed her Beau’s upstairs room where he and she were to be sleeping, and she left her overnight bag on the floor alongside his bed. Oddly, because he has no siblings, his bed is a two-tiered bunk bed. His mother said with a wink, “We have no preference which you want,” implying she may sleep in the lower single-size bed with Beau. My wife laughed and said they could work that out.
She spread her time equally socializing with the younger crowd and Beau’s parents. She joked to me, “I was the in-between age.” His parents own a franchised hardware store in town where Beau worked part-time when in school and learned his mechanical skills that impress my wife.
They talked, swam and water-skied behind a wake boat operated by his dad. One of the women and a former male classmate held jobs locally, and the rest, like Beau and Jack, were students. One attends an occupational training school in welding. Rounding out the group was their sizeable Golden Retriever.
Beau’s best friend from high school was the first in the water by diving off the dock. My wife said he was an obviously experienced diver and she followed suit with her best high school somersault. She later went out on an arm-stand and both he and she came up with onlookers clapping. Someone suggested a competition between the two. She said the dock isn’t sufficiently elevated above water level for fancier dives, but each pulled off a twist along with a straight. The family dog entertained the crowd by jumping in alongside them, then paddling back to shore and running down the dock to jump in again. Their tabby cat sat alongside one of the girls feeding her treats at the land’s edge and was in no way about to get near the splashing action.
The others considered their exhibitions as equally skilled, but my wife said the guy should get the points because her knees were slightly bent in the straighter. She told me she wasn’t really sure she had bent her knees but experience has taught her to be sensitive to male egos. Her competitor grinned broadly at her admission, saying, “I didn’t notice. Where did you learn that?”
It wasn’t long after at the early-afternoon luncheon that she recognized if anyone had noticed the age difference between her, Beau and the other guests, none seemed to care.
She had a cramp at the inside of a thigh after water-skiing and one of the guys offered to massage it. A girl glanced over to them, grinned and told him he seemed “to be enjoying doing that too much.” She and others around them laughed at the remark. The guy’s face turned red and he smiled sheepishly. My wife said, “It’s fine now,” and thanked him.
At mid-afternoon, she assisted Beau’s mother with cleanup in the kitchen. His mother said casually that, if my wife wished, the four of them could go skinny-dipping in the lake that night or early morning. My wife responded she would enjoy that and added something along the line of, “You and your husband are full of surprises.” His mom said, “We’re easy to get along with.” My wife said that and other remarks by either parent that day are giving her some understanding about their liberal attitude toward their son dating a married woman. I didn’t think to ask what those other comments were.
The last of the guests departed around six o’clock. Jack left an hour and a half earlier to drive back. Beau and my wife walked with him to his pickup truck. He man-hugged Beau, wishing him a happy birthday and a “good-night” as well with my wife. He turned to my wife and said, “Beau and I aren’t the same as before we met you. You brought us into manhood.” She told me she intends to correct their inaccurate impression about that when the three get together again. Sexual connections can warp some facets of life and she has little, if anything, to do with their changing self-images. She and Beau held hands and watched Jack’s pickup until he reached the winding driveway’s curve and disappeared from sight through the trees.
She and Beau will be going to bed at whatever time his parents do, but his mother had said privately to her that would be early this evening. Both parents understand their son and my wife will be fucking and I find that astonishing how, according to my wife, they casually accept that. She said she anticipates she won’t be home until at least seven tomorrow night but will phone when she’s on the way.
I asked, knowing immediately afterward it was a ridiculous question, if she’s anxious to have his dick inside her. She laughed and said, “Well, fuck yes, Kemo Sabe. That’s why I’m here.” She said she was going in to join the family for dinner and would phone tomorrow. We talked another minute or so before we saying our "byes," and she clicked off her phone from wherever she was sitting outside.
I don’t anticipate knowing more until she arrives home late Sunday night and, if she's late in arriving home tomorrow night, maybe not even for another day. If it’s worthwhile telling, I’ll let you know.
~ Des
Last edited by Des 31 on Mon Aug 26, 2019 12:52 pm, edited 3 times in total.
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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hattersfan
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Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I don’t anticipate knowing more until she arrives home late Sunday night and, if she's late arriving tomorrow night, maybe not even for another day. If it’s worthwhile telling, I’ll let you know.
I’m damn sure it will be worthwhile telling ..
Can’t wait....fap fap fap 
I’m damn sure it will be worthwhile telling ..
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As always a big thank you for your detailed and exciting reports, especially I very much liked that you shared a little more about your own encounter with your wife. I bet I’m not the only one, who liked that very much.
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SutterKane
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Des, I don't have a "Room" , but I do have long term food storage, water, medical etc...In the army, I saw how bad things can get, and having been through two hurricanes, I've seen how fast shit comes apart. So in my book, she's one smart cookie!
"Women and cats will do as they please,and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea"-Robert Heinlein
"Gratitude is riches and complaint is poverty and the worst I ever had was wonderful"Bro. Dave Gardner
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus!
"Gratitude is riches and complaint is poverty and the worst I ever had was wonderful"Bro. Dave Gardner
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus!
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I appreciate remarks like that from you and others. Those sorts of responses keep me reminded some enjoy reading about our experiences and motivate me to tell some of those as they come about.
She phoned from the family's backyard a few minutes this morning but didn't have long to talk in that his parents and their son were about to drive her to the parents' hardware store to show her their workplace. They went skinny dipping this morning as the mom had promised. She said that was "interesting," and would tell me about it later. She and Beau woke up early fucking for about an hour before they were phoned on the intercom to join his parents in the lake, followed by a light breakfast. She said that after talking with the parents about their plans for the day, she will likely leave for home around five this afternoon and will call me when she's on the way.
I'm going out for coffee, then over to the City park to feed the ducks for a while. I pulled a shoulder muscle on our chin-up bar when I got up. It's still sore but should be okay by the time my wife gets home. I told her I was thrilled I was wrong about my anticipated negativity about how the party and their overnight sex would go. Can't wait to hear more. I'll tell you what I learn whenever I have the chance to get back online. She didn't have time to tell me the details but her tone of voice suggested to me she had a hot night. She has said before there's something "different" about having sex with her two youngest buddies, but she seemed particularly enthusiastic about last night.
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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SutterKane
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Des, I'm always thankful that you share you and your amazing wife's journey with us! I'm a big fan of you both!
"Women and cats will do as they please,and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea"-Robert Heinlein
"Gratitude is riches and complaint is poverty and the worst I ever had was wonderful"Bro. Dave Gardner
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus!
"Gratitude is riches and complaint is poverty and the worst I ever had was wonderful"Bro. Dave Gardner
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus!
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ericsacto
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Is she loud in bed? Wonder if the parents heard the two of them having sex and used the intercom instead of knocking at the door
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Sounds like one freaky family. I love it. Can't wait to hear the rest!
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Hope we don't overload the system checking back in.
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Des,
I've been mostly away from technology for a couple of days and just got reconnected tonight. I was able to check in a couple of times, but not enough time to read much here. Just read your new additions to the thread. Awesome update and like one of the other posters mentioned, I noticed a bit of a change for the better in your writing. That being a little more discussion between you and your wife about how she feels and you feel about things facing the both of you. It was quite refreshing and I hope it was beneficial for you as well. The story about the skinny dipping will be quite interesting. Is it possible your wife has found that her Beau has parents who are sexually free? As in swingers or even a hotwife couple? I'll be anxious to hear more about her week end. Hope your shoulder is not too much of a distraction this evening when she returns!!!
Rascal
I've been mostly away from technology for a couple of days and just got reconnected tonight. I was able to check in a couple of times, but not enough time to read much here. Just read your new additions to the thread. Awesome update and like one of the other posters mentioned, I noticed a bit of a change for the better in your writing. That being a little more discussion between you and your wife about how she feels and you feel about things facing the both of you. It was quite refreshing and I hope it was beneficial for you as well. The story about the skinny dipping will be quite interesting. Is it possible your wife has found that her Beau has parents who are sexually free? As in swingers or even a hotwife couple? I'll be anxious to hear more about her week end. Hope your shoulder is not too much of a distraction this evening when she returns!!!
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Like Serrand I also very much enjoyed to read a little more about the exchanges between you and your spouse and the sex/love-making between you and your wife. I hope you'll continue this.
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ericsacto
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Seems like something happened while skinny dipping. Would love to know what happened. Maybe the parents are also interested in your wife. Would she play with them also?
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About Sunday, August 25- early evening after the birthday party
There was much more to my wife’s weekend away than I had imagined before her return. I’m a bit short on time this morning but will get to the rest tonight or tomorrow night.
She left their home about 4:00 last night and arrived home around 8:30, two hours later than she had anticipated. She hadn’t much sleep the previous night and pulled into a service station halfway home for a quick nap. She purchased coffee to help stay alert the rest of the way. The caffeine effect had worn off by the time she arrived, told me we could talk later, and went to bed. She’s typically asleep within ten seconds flat from the moment her head hits the pillow, a technique she learned from a former firearms instructor at the local gun range.
I expressed my understanding and didn’t follow her. I had slept late Saturday and half the second day and was reading a book in our living room when she walked back into the room naked. She said, “Can’t wait to tell you how it went.” She motioned with a wave of a hand for me to follow her to our bedroom. She sat on the bed as talked and removed my cargo shorts, denim shirt and all else while I watched and waited with a grin. Fortunately, I have a lot of patience, which is necessary for the reason she takes her time telling me details of her experiences. When it comes to sexual encounters, I like her way with narratives. I turned on the bedside recorder.
After the last of the guests had departed around six, she and the family sat around a four-chair dinette table with sliced fruits and lemonade left over from the party. The guys and women sat across from the other. When she mentioned something about Beau turning 21, his mother said, “Technically, he won’t be twenty-one until 11:06 tonight. That’s the time he was born.” His dad grinned and said, “11:06, really? I hadn’t remembered that. That’s an interesting time to come of age tonight.” It took a moment for his comment to sink in with the other three who then realized he was referring to my wife and Beau being in bed at that time.
Beau covered his eyes in feigned embarrassment and pressed his forehead to the table and groaned, “Oh, man!” My wife and his parents roared with laughter. My wife laid a hand on his dad’s shoulder and said. “That was a good one.” His dad and my wife then traded sex jokes over several minutes. Beau said, “I can’t remember jokes at all,” and asked my wife if she could help him memorize a few sometime soon. She has a long list in her head. Jokes of all sorts, dependent upon whatever crowd is around, are something of a stock in trade at her bank.
As they were getting up from the table. his dad asked my wife if she cared to see their retail hardware store the following day. Their store is closed on Sundays. She said she would like that very much.
My wife and his mom washed dishes by hand rather than use their dishwasher. The two guys went outside to wash down the wake boat and winch it up in the boat house. My wife asked the woman, “I’ve wanted to ask but didn’t know how, so I’ll just come out with it. I’m thankful you and your husband are understanding of my and your son’s relationship but I’m unsure why that’s so.” His mother said, “Let’s sit on the porch and talk about that. She wrote a note to her husband and son that she and my wife will be talking a few minutes outside privately and left the note for them on the table.
They sat together in wicker chairs on the veranda. Their conversation lasted maybe a half hour and neither of the guys came out to interrupt them.
Having first married at age 18, this was the woman’s second marriage. She and her husband had carried on an extramarital affair for two years before she filed for divorce from her former husband. She described her ex as psychologically abusive, jealous, demanding, selfish, conceited, wasteful, and a host of other personality traits that gave an impression of the man as one of the worst spouses imaginable.
She admitted some hesitation to say more for a reason my wife would think badly of her. My wife said, “There’s nothing you could say to make me think that.” The woman sighed and went on, “My present husband wasn’t the only man I was then having sex with. I was then seeing two others I had dated my senior year in high school.”
Her husband knew about the other two at the time and had no problem with it. They hadn’t at first intended to get married. It was just sex between them at the outset, but he proposed during their second year and she was already determined to leave her husband. She thinks she had married her ex too young and too soon to have learned what he was really like.
My wife said this was all beginning to make more sense to her now.
The woman said, “There’s one more thing,” but her tone and hesitancy gave my wife the impression she wasn’t sure whether she should admit whatever was on her mind. She went on, “I wouldn’t want our son knowing this.” My wife assured her whatever she said would be kept confidential and added, “Confidentiality is part of my job.” The secret my wife is to keep from Beau is that both his mother and father have had affairs over the course of their marriage.
Their adulterous background had convinced each that extramarital sex happens within marriages. They agreed at the outset that if it should occur with either, the other would understand. The wife had had sex with an employee where she worked the first three years they were married and another when once out of town to visit a friend. Her husband had brief flings with two women. Each confessed their encounters. The first time for each was a bit strained but they stuck with their agreement and, as it turned out, their happenstance liaisons caused no serious problems. She said, “So our attitude about sex between others is pretty much, well, ‘open-minded.’ We realized our son would likely be no different in that way than anyone else as he grew up.”
Beau was brought up to talk to his parents about anything. He had had sex with only one girl before meeting my wife, but the two hadn’t become romantically involved. He knew she was far more experienced than he, and it was all just fun between them. His parents encouraged him to ask her if she were on the pill and often instructed him never to have sex without a condom. She thinks the two probably had sex no more than four or five times at the most.
My wife confessed pregnancy isn’t a problem with her because of a tubal ligation and reminded the woman of her offer for skinny dipping, which they had decided would be Sunday morning because the sun would soon be going down that night. She said that since they planned to swim nude the next morning, she assumed Beau must have done that with them before. The parents had been skinny dipping before they married and they were all nude when they first taught him to swim at an early age. Their locations of this home and a previous residence had been chosen specifically in remote areas, not just for nude swimming but for privacy in general.
Beau’s mother expressed some surprise their son had never told my wife about their home nudism (my term, not hers). My wife told her, “I understand. Everybody has family secrets and I carry a few of my own.” The woman confided neither she nor her husband would disturb my wife and their son that night and smiled, saying, “So have fun. I envy you.” then said, “And we both like you a lot. So did the kids at the party.”
My wife thanked her for telling her all that, responded she liked them both as well and said, “You, your husband and I are all on the same page about everything you told me. I’ll tell you everything worth knowing about my husband the next time we get together, but I do want you to know he and I have no marital problems. We’re a solid, permanent fit.” My wife says it was probably at that moment she felt bonded to both parents and that feeling was clearly mutual by the time she departed the following day. They hugged and walked back into the house.
Virtually nothing of what she had said seemed particularly sexy but as I stared at her nude body while she went on with her newest story, my dick had become erect and pointing to the ceiling. She curled her fist around it and said, “Whoa, Kemo Sabe! I haven’t got to the ‘good’ parts yet,” and leaned above my lap to take my cock into her mouth.
And, of course, there’s more but I need to get to the office before 1:00 p.m., so I’ll get to that later . . .
~ Des
There was much more to my wife’s weekend away than I had imagined before her return. I’m a bit short on time this morning but will get to the rest tonight or tomorrow night.
She left their home about 4:00 last night and arrived home around 8:30, two hours later than she had anticipated. She hadn’t much sleep the previous night and pulled into a service station halfway home for a quick nap. She purchased coffee to help stay alert the rest of the way. The caffeine effect had worn off by the time she arrived, told me we could talk later, and went to bed. She’s typically asleep within ten seconds flat from the moment her head hits the pillow, a technique she learned from a former firearms instructor at the local gun range.
I expressed my understanding and didn’t follow her. I had slept late Saturday and half the second day and was reading a book in our living room when she walked back into the room naked. She said, “Can’t wait to tell you how it went.” She motioned with a wave of a hand for me to follow her to our bedroom. She sat on the bed as talked and removed my cargo shorts, denim shirt and all else while I watched and waited with a grin. Fortunately, I have a lot of patience, which is necessary for the reason she takes her time telling me details of her experiences. When it comes to sexual encounters, I like her way with narratives. I turned on the bedside recorder.
After the last of the guests had departed around six, she and the family sat around a four-chair dinette table with sliced fruits and lemonade left over from the party. The guys and women sat across from the other. When she mentioned something about Beau turning 21, his mother said, “Technically, he won’t be twenty-one until 11:06 tonight. That’s the time he was born.” His dad grinned and said, “11:06, really? I hadn’t remembered that. That’s an interesting time to come of age tonight.” It took a moment for his comment to sink in with the other three who then realized he was referring to my wife and Beau being in bed at that time.
Beau covered his eyes in feigned embarrassment and pressed his forehead to the table and groaned, “Oh, man!” My wife and his parents roared with laughter. My wife laid a hand on his dad’s shoulder and said. “That was a good one.” His dad and my wife then traded sex jokes over several minutes. Beau said, “I can’t remember jokes at all,” and asked my wife if she could help him memorize a few sometime soon. She has a long list in her head. Jokes of all sorts, dependent upon whatever crowd is around, are something of a stock in trade at her bank.
As they were getting up from the table. his dad asked my wife if she cared to see their retail hardware store the following day. Their store is closed on Sundays. She said she would like that very much.
My wife and his mom washed dishes by hand rather than use their dishwasher. The two guys went outside to wash down the wake boat and winch it up in the boat house. My wife asked the woman, “I’ve wanted to ask but didn’t know how, so I’ll just come out with it. I’m thankful you and your husband are understanding of my and your son’s relationship but I’m unsure why that’s so.” His mother said, “Let’s sit on the porch and talk about that. She wrote a note to her husband and son that she and my wife will be talking a few minutes outside privately and left the note for them on the table.
They sat together in wicker chairs on the veranda. Their conversation lasted maybe a half hour and neither of the guys came out to interrupt them.
Having first married at age 18, this was the woman’s second marriage. She and her husband had carried on an extramarital affair for two years before she filed for divorce from her former husband. She described her ex as psychologically abusive, jealous, demanding, selfish, conceited, wasteful, and a host of other personality traits that gave an impression of the man as one of the worst spouses imaginable.
She admitted some hesitation to say more for a reason my wife would think badly of her. My wife said, “There’s nothing you could say to make me think that.” The woman sighed and went on, “My present husband wasn’t the only man I was then having sex with. I was then seeing two others I had dated my senior year in high school.”
Her husband knew about the other two at the time and had no problem with it. They hadn’t at first intended to get married. It was just sex between them at the outset, but he proposed during their second year and she was already determined to leave her husband. She thinks she had married her ex too young and too soon to have learned what he was really like.
My wife said this was all beginning to make more sense to her now.
The woman said, “There’s one more thing,” but her tone and hesitancy gave my wife the impression she wasn’t sure whether she should admit whatever was on her mind. She went on, “I wouldn’t want our son knowing this.” My wife assured her whatever she said would be kept confidential and added, “Confidentiality is part of my job.” The secret my wife is to keep from Beau is that both his mother and father have had affairs over the course of their marriage.
Their adulterous background had convinced each that extramarital sex happens within marriages. They agreed at the outset that if it should occur with either, the other would understand. The wife had had sex with an employee where she worked the first three years they were married and another when once out of town to visit a friend. Her husband had brief flings with two women. Each confessed their encounters. The first time for each was a bit strained but they stuck with their agreement and, as it turned out, their happenstance liaisons caused no serious problems. She said, “So our attitude about sex between others is pretty much, well, ‘open-minded.’ We realized our son would likely be no different in that way than anyone else as he grew up.”
Beau was brought up to talk to his parents about anything. He had had sex with only one girl before meeting my wife, but the two hadn’t become romantically involved. He knew she was far more experienced than he, and it was all just fun between them. His parents encouraged him to ask her if she were on the pill and often instructed him never to have sex without a condom. She thinks the two probably had sex no more than four or five times at the most.
My wife confessed pregnancy isn’t a problem with her because of a tubal ligation and reminded the woman of her offer for skinny dipping, which they had decided would be Sunday morning because the sun would soon be going down that night. She said that since they planned to swim nude the next morning, she assumed Beau must have done that with them before. The parents had been skinny dipping before they married and they were all nude when they first taught him to swim at an early age. Their locations of this home and a previous residence had been chosen specifically in remote areas, not just for nude swimming but for privacy in general.
Beau’s mother expressed some surprise their son had never told my wife about their home nudism (my term, not hers). My wife told her, “I understand. Everybody has family secrets and I carry a few of my own.” The woman confided neither she nor her husband would disturb my wife and their son that night and smiled, saying, “So have fun. I envy you.” then said, “And we both like you a lot. So did the kids at the party.”
My wife thanked her for telling her all that, responded she liked them both as well and said, “You, your husband and I are all on the same page about everything you told me. I’ll tell you everything worth knowing about my husband the next time we get together, but I do want you to know he and I have no marital problems. We’re a solid, permanent fit.” My wife says it was probably at that moment she felt bonded to both parents and that feeling was clearly mutual by the time she departed the following day. They hugged and walked back into the house.
Virtually nothing of what she had said seemed particularly sexy but as I stared at her nude body while she went on with her newest story, my dick had become erect and pointing to the ceiling. She curled her fist around it and said, “Whoa, Kemo Sabe! I haven’t got to the ‘good’ parts yet,” and leaned above my lap to take my cock into her mouth.
And, of course, there’s more but I need to get to the office before 1:00 p.m., so I’ll get to that later . . .
~ Des
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Des, You never cease to amaze. What a life you all live! On pins and needles for the rest of the weekend's story!
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We also have a very nice basement with its own entrance and we use it as our play room as well. Very nice
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It wasn't exactly like that but she had more surprises this time than at any I can remember. I'll be at a late meeting tonight with our senior partner and a client out of the office, but her story is all on our bedside recorder and I'll get around to telling the rest of the story tomorrow night. Her narration went on a lot longer than most others, so it will probably take me an hour or more to get it all in here. One of her best in my opinion, but I'm just a biased spouse.
The rest of it will answer some of the other above questions as well.
Thanks to you and all others for writing.
~ Des
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Des,
Nice update and yes, some of what you have already noted was very much unexpected. I don't want to wish my life away, but I sure wish it was tomorrow night!!!
Like the others, can hardly wait to hear the rest of the story! Thanks for sharing your fun with us!!
Oh!! Almost forgot!! Is your current avatar a pic of your hotwife's torso and breasts??? Whoever she is, I like what is in that pic... A LOT!!!
Rascal
Nice update and yes, some of what you have already noted was very much unexpected. I don't want to wish my life away, but I sure wish it was tomorrow night!!!
Like the others, can hardly wait to hear the rest of the story! Thanks for sharing your fun with us!!Oh!! Almost forgot!! Is your current avatar a pic of your hotwife's torso and breasts??? Whoever she is, I like what is in that pic... A LOT!!!
Rascal
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Taken Sunday when she was about to walk into the shower. Jack had phoned and asked if she could come over while I outside cleaning our stone wall. I'm rarely allowed to take nude pics of her but she thought the way that came out was suitable in that it looks anonymous except for a portion of a wall portrait she later noticed. (I think I wrote something about taking that pic on the 18th but I may have left that out.)rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Mon Aug 26, 2019 3:12 pmDes,
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Oh!! Almost forgot!! Is your current avatar a pic of your hotwife's torso and breasts??? Whoever she is, I like what is in that pic... A LOT!!!
Rascal
Add-on... My wife has some plans. I'll get to the rest of her weekend-away tomorrow night.
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Des,Des 31 wrote: ↑Mon Aug 26, 2019 3:36 pmTaken Sunday when she was about to walk into the shower. Jack had phoned and asked if she could come over while I outside cleaning our stone wall. I'm rarely allowed to take nude pics of her but she thought the way that came out was suitable in that it looks anonymous except for a portion of a wall portrait she later noticed. (I think I wrote something about taking that pic on the 18th but I may have left that out.)rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Mon Aug 26, 2019 3:12 pmDes,
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Oh!! Almost forgot!! Is your current avatar a pic of your hotwife's torso and breasts??? Whoever she is, I like what is in that pic... A LOT!!!
Rascal
Add-on... My wife has some plans. I'll get to the rest of her weekend-away tomorrow night.
She has what I call "Fun Tits!" They are a nice size that you can get a good grip on and shape that fits nicely into the palm of a man's hand!!!! I think I would have LOTS of fun playing with her tits and other things as well!!!!
Rascal
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I really really like where this is going. This is so fucking hot.
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Hello Des,
Both you and your wife's personality appeal to me, there is a loving regard between you, that is so appealing, and you pass on that impression of integrity to those you interact with: A case in point is with the mother of her young lover, it would seem she recognized a kindred spirit in your wife.
You have thoughtfully given us your name, even if it is not real it helps that you are Des, I cannot recall you using your wife's name, when I like a person as I do with you both, a name brings her to life.
On another subject, although you told us some sexy details of the young woman you both welcomed to your house, that your wife made an exception and expressed her willingness to allow you to fuck her. have you some reason not to tell us more about her stay.
Both you and your wife's personality appeal to me, there is a loving regard between you, that is so appealing, and you pass on that impression of integrity to those you interact with: A case in point is with the mother of her young lover, it would seem she recognized a kindred spirit in your wife.
You have thoughtfully given us your name, even if it is not real it helps that you are Des, I cannot recall you using your wife's name, when I like a person as I do with you both, a name brings her to life.
On another subject, although you told us some sexy details of the young woman you both welcomed to your house, that your wife made an exception and expressed her willingness to allow you to fuck her. have you some reason not to tell us more about her stay.
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Continued . . . My wife and I were still naked in bed as she went on about her last weekend away. We didn’t get to sleep until around one in the morning but she was up at her usual time of 5:30 for her usual exercise regiment and getting ready for work. I was off work the first half of the day. Her story, along with my fucking her brains out as she told me, did me in.
A few minutes past seven o’clock, my wife and Beau were sitting together on the back steps toward the lake when his mother opened their kitchen door and said they were going to bed early. A few minutes later, she Beau went inside and upstairs to his room.
He closed the door behind them and kissed her deeply on the lips. She unbuttoned his shirt and jeans and removed her clothes with what she called a “slow flourish” as he watched. I had loaned her my electric razor to refine shaving her already shaven mound the night before she had left on her visit to his parents home. She paraded nude unless one counts the Mickey Mouse watch on her wrist and her old class ring on a finger. He glanced down to her bare pussy, saying, “I love that,” and turned off the overhead fan’s light. The near-setting sun’s rays streamed through the window curtain bathed the room and their bodies in a dim golden glow.
She whispered that she perhaps should try to be quieter than usual so his parents downstairs wouldn’t hear her screaming. He assured her the door and walls are thick and the distance from his room to the bottom of the stairs is too far away to be heard. He said when he was in high school, even his cranked-up boom box didn’t carry a sound beyond the top of the stairwell. She knelt and took his semi-tumescent cock in her mouth. His penis is a pale tan, about the same length as my six inches and his cockhead the color of a pallid violet. The veins along his stalk are prominent when he’s hard but even those are the shade of rest of its length. His eyes rolled in their sockets as she sucked his tool.
His bunk bed is a double-bed in the bottom tier and a single at the top. He urged her to her back onto the sheets. His mouth covered her vagina and she murmured, “Your tongue’s so hot.” She closed her hand over her mouth to muffle her squeals as her hips rotated under his tongue’s manipulation of her clitoris. When she was near climax, she sobbed, “Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck now.” Her legs splayed wide as he crawled atop her, his cock standing out straight and stiff. She reached for his dick and guided to the mouth of her cunt.
She glanced to his wall clock and made a mental note of the time. She had told me before he seemed to fuck her for a very long time each time they’re together and I had asked, “Like how long?” She had rolled aside giggling at that time and said, “I don’t know for sure. I’ll check my watch or a clock the next time if I can remember to look at a fucking clock when we’re finished.” We had a good laugh over that.
He trembled the moment his manhood slid into her wet channel. He fucked her slowly, ever increasing his tempo until hips were ramming against her groin at full speed. She cried out, “Oh my god, it’s so fucking good.” Soon, he withdrew and turned my wife to her knees. He entered her pussy from behind. She bucked her buttocks back against his belly as he fucked her mightily. Amid his thrusts, she whimpered again and again, “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” as his cock glided through her cunt’s tunnel.
While telling me this, she stroked my cock and said, “I was so fucking hot. My cunt was steaming.” Knowing she had me spellbound, she added, “That was as good as any fuck I can remember.” My lower lip trembled as I stammered in excitation, “As good as on our honeymoon?” She said, “Oh yeah, Kemo Sabe. Every bit as good as that.” I moaned, “Oh fuck yes, I can see in your eyes his cock was so good to you.” But I can never be sure when she’s telling me of certain hot fucks. She sometimes exaggerates a bit for effect when recounting her sexual connections. This time, though, I privately hoped she was telling the truth. When I once told her I was sure she embellished her narratives for my enjoyment, she grinned proudly and said, “Well, maybe at times, but I know you want it all to be just the way I tell it.” I spread her legs, guided my dick to her opening and said, “I love this story.” She said, “I love sharing everything with you. It gets better.” It did, but she hadn’t yet told me of more surprising events on that overnight trip. At times as I listened and screwed, I wondered if those would ever stop. It’s complicated.
His hands gripped her hips as he plowed into her. Her eyes were wide and her jaw gaped open and she wailed, “Oh, My god!” and exploded in a screaming orgasm. He threw himself into it at a rapid pace and soon a second climax raged through her body. His hands squeezed her hips tighter and he moaned, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming too!” His sperm shot through her cunt’s channel. They collapsed alongside the other and she looked at her watch. They had fucked seventeen minutes. When telling me that, she said, “Well, I think it’s been longer in the past.”
They kissed, talked and fondled. She asked why he had a bunk bed. He said, “Because I was stupid at age 12. My parents let me pick out the bed and I fantasized it would be cool for other kids who might stay overnight with us. But I’m the only one who ever slept up there.” She laughed at that and said, “Let’s try it on the upper bunk before I leave.” As it turned out, they were so hot each time they were alone in his room, they never made it to the upper bunk.
They slept a while until she awoke and straddled his hips, fucking him cowgirl style. This time, he was cumming sooner than before. He said, “Look at the exact time on the clock.” She looked up at the clock, then at her watch, and said, “It’s 11:07.” He smiled and said, “I was cumming in you at the minute I turned 21.” His mom had said earlier that night his birth certificate recorded he was born at 11:06 p.m. on this day 21 years before. She kissed him on the lips and responded, “That’s something I doubt I’ll ever forget. We probably shouldn’t tell your folks.” He laughed agreeably, saying, “I could never bring myself to confess anything like that.”
She stretched, saying, “I’m thirsty.” Beau suggested they sneak downstairs for sodas in the fridge. Naked, they stepped quietly down the stairs with Beau following behind her. She stopped after the last step onto the hardwood floor and turned, pressing a finger to her lips. She whispered, “There are noises coming from your parents’ bedroom.”
The sounds were moans and sighs. They exchanged words as well but neither she nor Beau could make out what they were saying. They made their way to the kitchen and pulled out two cola cans from the fridge. My wife whispered, “You know what? I think they’re excited about us sleeping together.” He nodded and whispered back, “That’s what I think.” They slowly made their way back to his upstairs room, popped the cans’s lids and giggled about their odd situation. He took a swig and said, “I guess I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I think the way everything is working out is better for all of us.” My wife considered that a moment and said, “Yeah. Me too,” and planted her lips against his.
They sat aside their half-empty drinks and she lay with her head opposite his thighs and sucked his tool until they both fell asleep. They were fucking again in the morning when the older model intercom box at the bedside table squawked. His mom messaged, “We’re ready for that early morning swim if you two are.” Beau reached to click the return button and said, “I need a quick shower. Be down in a few.”
He was cumming within a minute. They cleaned up in the shower. She pulled a robe from her overnight bag and Beau grabbed another from his closet. He looked at the intercom, then stared at my wife with panicked eyes look and a red face. He had earlier punched the off-button on the intercom but the button was still in a down position. It hadn’t turned off since his response to his mother. His parents could have heard everything from the moment he has responded to his mom. My wife said, “Don’t worry about something we can’t change,” but Beau was still fretting when they walked downstairs and out to the back porch to join his parents.
His mom too was in a robe. A large terry cloth towel was wrapped about his dad’s waist. They smiled a morning greeting and the four walked to the lake at the land’s edge alongside the dock. Because neither parent displayed indications about that intercom fiasco, my wife decided they hadn’t heard anything but couldn’t be certain. His mother asked if the bed was comfortable and she said, “It was nice. He told me how he ended up with a bunk bed.” They laughed at that while shedding their coverings and, one by one, tread naked into the water.
They waded out until their feet no longer touched the lake’s bottom and paddled around as they talked. My wife gushed over their home’s idyllic location. Beau and his mom swam further out. His dad and my wife paddled about and swapped tales of people they know.
My wife was slowly kicking her legs while paddling about and circled about in close proximity to his dad. Her thigh bumped against his penis. She realized his dick was in full erection.
Neither mentioned the moment, as if pretending it hadn’t happened, but my wife felt secretly pleased she had that effect on him. She smiled anyway and said she felt close to both parents. He responded, “We talked about that last night. We’re thrilled to have gotten to know you. We both think you’re the best thing that could have happened with our son while he’s away at school.” He said he and his wife had also agreed they would enjoy meeting her husband if she was comfortable with that. She nodded affirmatively and said, “I can arrange that. I think you would like him. I’m sure you’re curious about him, but there’s a story about us I’ll get around to telling you both.” She explained I would be out of town three weekends next month but October would be a good time for them to visit us and they could stay overnight in our guest room.
Their hardware store is closed Sundays. His mom and Beau went to their back office to download some data onto a thumbdrive she would use at home to prepare the beginning of a monthly report to be forwarded to the chain’s franchiser. My wife and his father stayed together and swapped work stories while leaning against a cashier’s counter. He said he was increasingly curious about my wife’s remark that she would get around to telling the couple about her husband. His mother and Beau returned to join them as she was about to explain our one-sided, open marriage agreement.
She instead said, “That would take a while. It’s complex. I wasn’t before sure whether Beau may have told you, but he can explain it all after I leave tonight.” She had got around to confessing to Beau and his roommate Jack that I approve of their three-way affair. Their son’s knowledge, though is limited. He has no idea she has been with other men, and my wife wouldn’t have admitted that anyway.
His mother said, “That’s a bit cryptic but my take is that you have a rather electrifying marital arrangement.” Beau’s eyes rolled and my wife laughed. Both parents seemed transfixed and fascinated with my wife’s offhand comment. She smiled at their son and said, “Until Beau lays it all out, I’ll only say my husband will never be a problem for your son and me.” She turned to his mother and said, “Your husband said the two of you would be interesting in meeting my other half. You’re both invited to drive up sometime in October and stay a night with us. We can go out together and you can ask him anything you want.”
The couple exchanged a knowing look and smiles. His father said, “You’re even more interesting than we thought, and we had already considered you intriguing.” His mom added, “And we’re thrilled to have you in our lives.” As his dad locked up the store, he turned to his son and said amiably, “I can’t wait to hear this tonight.” His mom said, “And we mean everything.”
They had lunch at a fast food outlet on their way back. None mentioned the conversation at the store. At home, the four sat naked, sunning in lawn chairs on their back lawn. Beau was remarkably less talkative, perhaps thinking how he would explain my wife’s marital situation to his parents, and got up to throw a plastic disk for their golden retriever to recover.
His mother told her husband she had explained their sexual backgrounds and attitudes to my wife. He said he was glad she had but couldn’t imagine telling anyone other than my wife about any of their past. The woman turned to my wife and told her she was welcome to visit them at their home whenever she could, with or without Beau. After a while, she said she and her husband were still a bit tired from the previous day’s party and were going to retire to their bedroom. Their son and my wife went back to his room, mostly for oral sex but fucked again before she had to leave for home. The parents and Beau walked her to her car. Beau squeezed her hand through the driver’s window and said, “Thank you.” She said, “No, thank you, and happy birthday.” They watched as she drove away and she waved a “bye” as she turned the curve of the winding driveway.
As I was writing this tonight, Beau’s mother phoned. He had told his parents all he knew, and she told my wife, “You seem to have a perfect marriage. If I had the same freedom in my first marriage, It might have lasted,” but then hesitated and added, “Not really. He was a jerk.” They laughed and talked for an hour and firmed up a night in October for them to drive up to meet me. We doing dinner out that night. Personally, I would never have agreed to telling others who aren’t in our lifestyle, but I’m convinced they’re an exception.
When she hung up the land line phone, she looked over at me and said, “So you’re really okay with that?” I said I’m looking forward to meeting them. Perhaps I’ll feel the same way about them couple as does my wife. I have a general perception of what they’re like but still have some difficulty understanding all of it. I assume I’ll get a better idea after we meet in October.
Next weekend, my wife and I will be at the “first annual” outdoor party to be held by the bank where she works. We’re going with her boss and his wife and he said he wants to show me the social dynamics of bank personnel. I can’t imagine how it could be any different from other organizations but I’m always willing to learn. My wife and her boss agreed at work they will come over to our home afterward for a few hours. His wife and my wife have been badgering him to allow their spouses to watch at least once when they’re fucking. He hadn’t liked that idea in the past but their lengthy experience together has softened his attitude about that. Frankly, I’ll have to see that to believe it, but his wife said in a phone call to us, “He’s ‘game’ now. He’ll do it.”
You don’t need to tell me. I know. We lead a strange life.
~ Des
A few minutes past seven o’clock, my wife and Beau were sitting together on the back steps toward the lake when his mother opened their kitchen door and said they were going to bed early. A few minutes later, she Beau went inside and upstairs to his room.
He closed the door behind them and kissed her deeply on the lips. She unbuttoned his shirt and jeans and removed her clothes with what she called a “slow flourish” as he watched. I had loaned her my electric razor to refine shaving her already shaven mound the night before she had left on her visit to his parents home. She paraded nude unless one counts the Mickey Mouse watch on her wrist and her old class ring on a finger. He glanced down to her bare pussy, saying, “I love that,” and turned off the overhead fan’s light. The near-setting sun’s rays streamed through the window curtain bathed the room and their bodies in a dim golden glow.
She whispered that she perhaps should try to be quieter than usual so his parents downstairs wouldn’t hear her screaming. He assured her the door and walls are thick and the distance from his room to the bottom of the stairs is too far away to be heard. He said when he was in high school, even his cranked-up boom box didn’t carry a sound beyond the top of the stairwell. She knelt and took his semi-tumescent cock in her mouth. His penis is a pale tan, about the same length as my six inches and his cockhead the color of a pallid violet. The veins along his stalk are prominent when he’s hard but even those are the shade of rest of its length. His eyes rolled in their sockets as she sucked his tool.
His bunk bed is a double-bed in the bottom tier and a single at the top. He urged her to her back onto the sheets. His mouth covered her vagina and she murmured, “Your tongue’s so hot.” She closed her hand over her mouth to muffle her squeals as her hips rotated under his tongue’s manipulation of her clitoris. When she was near climax, she sobbed, “Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck now.” Her legs splayed wide as he crawled atop her, his cock standing out straight and stiff. She reached for his dick and guided to the mouth of her cunt.
She glanced to his wall clock and made a mental note of the time. She had told me before he seemed to fuck her for a very long time each time they’re together and I had asked, “Like how long?” She had rolled aside giggling at that time and said, “I don’t know for sure. I’ll check my watch or a clock the next time if I can remember to look at a fucking clock when we’re finished.” We had a good laugh over that.
He trembled the moment his manhood slid into her wet channel. He fucked her slowly, ever increasing his tempo until hips were ramming against her groin at full speed. She cried out, “Oh my god, it’s so fucking good.” Soon, he withdrew and turned my wife to her knees. He entered her pussy from behind. She bucked her buttocks back against his belly as he fucked her mightily. Amid his thrusts, she whimpered again and again, “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” as his cock glided through her cunt’s tunnel.
While telling me this, she stroked my cock and said, “I was so fucking hot. My cunt was steaming.” Knowing she had me spellbound, she added, “That was as good as any fuck I can remember.” My lower lip trembled as I stammered in excitation, “As good as on our honeymoon?” She said, “Oh yeah, Kemo Sabe. Every bit as good as that.” I moaned, “Oh fuck yes, I can see in your eyes his cock was so good to you.” But I can never be sure when she’s telling me of certain hot fucks. She sometimes exaggerates a bit for effect when recounting her sexual connections. This time, though, I privately hoped she was telling the truth. When I once told her I was sure she embellished her narratives for my enjoyment, she grinned proudly and said, “Well, maybe at times, but I know you want it all to be just the way I tell it.” I spread her legs, guided my dick to her opening and said, “I love this story.” She said, “I love sharing everything with you. It gets better.” It did, but she hadn’t yet told me of more surprising events on that overnight trip. At times as I listened and screwed, I wondered if those would ever stop. It’s complicated.
His hands gripped her hips as he plowed into her. Her eyes were wide and her jaw gaped open and she wailed, “Oh, My god!” and exploded in a screaming orgasm. He threw himself into it at a rapid pace and soon a second climax raged through her body. His hands squeezed her hips tighter and he moaned, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming too!” His sperm shot through her cunt’s channel. They collapsed alongside the other and she looked at her watch. They had fucked seventeen minutes. When telling me that, she said, “Well, I think it’s been longer in the past.”
They kissed, talked and fondled. She asked why he had a bunk bed. He said, “Because I was stupid at age 12. My parents let me pick out the bed and I fantasized it would be cool for other kids who might stay overnight with us. But I’m the only one who ever slept up there.” She laughed at that and said, “Let’s try it on the upper bunk before I leave.” As it turned out, they were so hot each time they were alone in his room, they never made it to the upper bunk.
They slept a while until she awoke and straddled his hips, fucking him cowgirl style. This time, he was cumming sooner than before. He said, “Look at the exact time on the clock.” She looked up at the clock, then at her watch, and said, “It’s 11:07.” He smiled and said, “I was cumming in you at the minute I turned 21.” His mom had said earlier that night his birth certificate recorded he was born at 11:06 p.m. on this day 21 years before. She kissed him on the lips and responded, “That’s something I doubt I’ll ever forget. We probably shouldn’t tell your folks.” He laughed agreeably, saying, “I could never bring myself to confess anything like that.”
She stretched, saying, “I’m thirsty.” Beau suggested they sneak downstairs for sodas in the fridge. Naked, they stepped quietly down the stairs with Beau following behind her. She stopped after the last step onto the hardwood floor and turned, pressing a finger to her lips. She whispered, “There are noises coming from your parents’ bedroom.”
The sounds were moans and sighs. They exchanged words as well but neither she nor Beau could make out what they were saying. They made their way to the kitchen and pulled out two cola cans from the fridge. My wife whispered, “You know what? I think they’re excited about us sleeping together.” He nodded and whispered back, “That’s what I think.” They slowly made their way back to his upstairs room, popped the cans’s lids and giggled about their odd situation. He took a swig and said, “I guess I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I think the way everything is working out is better for all of us.” My wife considered that a moment and said, “Yeah. Me too,” and planted her lips against his.
They sat aside their half-empty drinks and she lay with her head opposite his thighs and sucked his tool until they both fell asleep. They were fucking again in the morning when the older model intercom box at the bedside table squawked. His mom messaged, “We’re ready for that early morning swim if you two are.” Beau reached to click the return button and said, “I need a quick shower. Be down in a few.”
He was cumming within a minute. They cleaned up in the shower. She pulled a robe from her overnight bag and Beau grabbed another from his closet. He looked at the intercom, then stared at my wife with panicked eyes look and a red face. He had earlier punched the off-button on the intercom but the button was still in a down position. It hadn’t turned off since his response to his mother. His parents could have heard everything from the moment he has responded to his mom. My wife said, “Don’t worry about something we can’t change,” but Beau was still fretting when they walked downstairs and out to the back porch to join his parents.
His mom too was in a robe. A large terry cloth towel was wrapped about his dad’s waist. They smiled a morning greeting and the four walked to the lake at the land’s edge alongside the dock. Because neither parent displayed indications about that intercom fiasco, my wife decided they hadn’t heard anything but couldn’t be certain. His mother asked if the bed was comfortable and she said, “It was nice. He told me how he ended up with a bunk bed.” They laughed at that while shedding their coverings and, one by one, tread naked into the water.
They waded out until their feet no longer touched the lake’s bottom and paddled around as they talked. My wife gushed over their home’s idyllic location. Beau and his mom swam further out. His dad and my wife paddled about and swapped tales of people they know.
My wife was slowly kicking her legs while paddling about and circled about in close proximity to his dad. Her thigh bumped against his penis. She realized his dick was in full erection.
Neither mentioned the moment, as if pretending it hadn’t happened, but my wife felt secretly pleased she had that effect on him. She smiled anyway and said she felt close to both parents. He responded, “We talked about that last night. We’re thrilled to have gotten to know you. We both think you’re the best thing that could have happened with our son while he’s away at school.” He said he and his wife had also agreed they would enjoy meeting her husband if she was comfortable with that. She nodded affirmatively and said, “I can arrange that. I think you would like him. I’m sure you’re curious about him, but there’s a story about us I’ll get around to telling you both.” She explained I would be out of town three weekends next month but October would be a good time for them to visit us and they could stay overnight in our guest room.
Their hardware store is closed Sundays. His mom and Beau went to their back office to download some data onto a thumbdrive she would use at home to prepare the beginning of a monthly report to be forwarded to the chain’s franchiser. My wife and his father stayed together and swapped work stories while leaning against a cashier’s counter. He said he was increasingly curious about my wife’s remark that she would get around to telling the couple about her husband. His mother and Beau returned to join them as she was about to explain our one-sided, open marriage agreement.
She instead said, “That would take a while. It’s complex. I wasn’t before sure whether Beau may have told you, but he can explain it all after I leave tonight.” She had got around to confessing to Beau and his roommate Jack that I approve of their three-way affair. Their son’s knowledge, though is limited. He has no idea she has been with other men, and my wife wouldn’t have admitted that anyway.
His mother said, “That’s a bit cryptic but my take is that you have a rather electrifying marital arrangement.” Beau’s eyes rolled and my wife laughed. Both parents seemed transfixed and fascinated with my wife’s offhand comment. She smiled at their son and said, “Until Beau lays it all out, I’ll only say my husband will never be a problem for your son and me.” She turned to his mother and said, “Your husband said the two of you would be interesting in meeting my other half. You’re both invited to drive up sometime in October and stay a night with us. We can go out together and you can ask him anything you want.”
The couple exchanged a knowing look and smiles. His father said, “You’re even more interesting than we thought, and we had already considered you intriguing.” His mom added, “And we’re thrilled to have you in our lives.” As his dad locked up the store, he turned to his son and said amiably, “I can’t wait to hear this tonight.” His mom said, “And we mean everything.”
They had lunch at a fast food outlet on their way back. None mentioned the conversation at the store. At home, the four sat naked, sunning in lawn chairs on their back lawn. Beau was remarkably less talkative, perhaps thinking how he would explain my wife’s marital situation to his parents, and got up to throw a plastic disk for their golden retriever to recover.
His mother told her husband she had explained their sexual backgrounds and attitudes to my wife. He said he was glad she had but couldn’t imagine telling anyone other than my wife about any of their past. The woman turned to my wife and told her she was welcome to visit them at their home whenever she could, with or without Beau. After a while, she said she and her husband were still a bit tired from the previous day’s party and were going to retire to their bedroom. Their son and my wife went back to his room, mostly for oral sex but fucked again before she had to leave for home. The parents and Beau walked her to her car. Beau squeezed her hand through the driver’s window and said, “Thank you.” She said, “No, thank you, and happy birthday.” They watched as she drove away and she waved a “bye” as she turned the curve of the winding driveway.
As I was writing this tonight, Beau’s mother phoned. He had told his parents all he knew, and she told my wife, “You seem to have a perfect marriage. If I had the same freedom in my first marriage, It might have lasted,” but then hesitated and added, “Not really. He was a jerk.” They laughed and talked for an hour and firmed up a night in October for them to drive up to meet me. We doing dinner out that night. Personally, I would never have agreed to telling others who aren’t in our lifestyle, but I’m convinced they’re an exception.
When she hung up the land line phone, she looked over at me and said, “So you’re really okay with that?” I said I’m looking forward to meeting them. Perhaps I’ll feel the same way about them couple as does my wife. I have a general perception of what they’re like but still have some difficulty understanding all of it. I assume I’ll get a better idea after we meet in October.
Next weekend, my wife and I will be at the “first annual” outdoor party to be held by the bank where she works. We’re going with her boss and his wife and he said he wants to show me the social dynamics of bank personnel. I can’t imagine how it could be any different from other organizations but I’m always willing to learn. My wife and her boss agreed at work they will come over to our home afterward for a few hours. His wife and my wife have been badgering him to allow their spouses to watch at least once when they’re fucking. He hadn’t liked that idea in the past but their lengthy experience together has softened his attitude about that. Frankly, I’ll have to see that to believe it, but his wife said in a phone call to us, “He’s ‘game’ now. He’ll do it.”
You don’t need to tell me. I know. We lead a strange life.
~ Des
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Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I just got home, am stripping naked and looking for lubricant before reading of your latest adventure!
The only thing that cums close to fucking a wife in front of her husband
Is fucking a husband in front of his wife
Is fucking a husband in front of his wife
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Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des,
Probably one of your best updates that I can remember!!! Good story line and it read as good as any story I've ever read! You have my imagination running rampant in my head thinking about what will become of your meeting with Beau's parents in October. I firmly believe that you will find they are more open sexually than you and your wife have thought at this point. And I get the thought that you might get another exception when they are there with you two. I know, I know, I shouldn't let my imagination get so loose!! Haha I can't help it!!
Thanks for the stimulating update. A thought just crossed my mind as I re-read your post. You mentioned this "It did, but she hadn’t yet told me of more surprising events on that overnight trip." Did you tell us what those surprising events were?? I didn't catch them. Anyway, thanks again for the exciting update!!
Rascal
Probably one of your best updates that I can remember!!! Good story line and it read as good as any story I've ever read! You have my imagination running rampant in my head thinking about what will become of your meeting with Beau's parents in October. I firmly believe that you will find they are more open sexually than you and your wife have thought at this point. And I get the thought that you might get another exception when they are there with you two. I know, I know, I shouldn't let my imagination get so loose!! Haha I can't help it!!
Thanks for the stimulating update. A thought just crossed my mind as I re-read your post. You mentioned this "It did, but she hadn’t yet told me of more surprising events on that overnight trip." Did you tell us what those surprising events were?? I didn't catch them. Anyway, thanks again for the exciting update!!
Rascal