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by Des 31 » Fri May 31, 2019 1:40 pm
* * * Early Friday evening: I’ve been working nights along with most of the staff to handle the firm’s new clientele and had been traveling a while prior to that for client relations. Today, we both left work early. A lot has happened since I was last online. (I’m keyboarding fast, so pardon any typos that may appear herein.)
My wife left the house an hour ago. A younger guy is fucking her tonight, probably as I’m writing this. His student-roommate is spending the night with a waitress he has been dating. I told her she doesn’t need to phone me until she’s on her way home tomorrow morning. She has been remarkably anxious to see him again. Other than at the beginning of our hotwifing experience, I can’t recall that elevated level of lustful eagerness. Her hands trembled as she put on lipstick at our bath’s mirror. She smiled as she stood at the door and looked down to the protruding bulge in my jeans. She said, “I see you’re worked up too.” I unzipped my slacks as I watched from the front window as she walked to her car with her purse and overnight bag. The moment her car backed out of our driveway I pulled my dick from my fly and jerked off madly.
During my travels and the subsequent late nights at work, my wife’s sexual needs were thankfully fulfilled by others. The student pounding her pussy tonight is new. The others, including her boss on one night and masseur on another, are regulars. She stayed overnight with our insurance agent at his home. But it hasn’t been all-sex, all-the-time. She’s taking a weekly non-credit class at the nearest of the two local community colleges, which has temporarily interfered with her Saturday morning golf outings - But more about that further down . . .
Over the past few weeks, the ongoing sexual relationship with her boss has somewhat diminished. She tells me they’ll keep fucking but probably no more than once a month or so. She added, “Don’t get me wrong. I still like it and so does he.” I suspected that has something to do with her boss also now having sex with their secretary. Her boss is one of only three guys in her experience who she has referred to as “a fucking machine.” Like her boat-owner boyfriend, his stamina is exceptional but I suppose even the best sex can lose a bit of its luster over time. But she and he aren’t likely to be giving up their relationship entirely. Both say they “need” the other.
My wife said it’s something like the way marital sex can become routine. She grinned as she reconsidered that remark and went on, “Well, maybe better than that. We agreed neither of us can quit. We still need the connection but it’s something of an unstated understanding that it’s becoming less often.” I asked how it went the last time. She smiled and said, “Hard and deep, the way I like it.” I almost said that if it’s that good, why cut back? But I realized that if I had, she would tell me I couldn’t understand because I’m not part of it and remind me it’s not all about me. Instead, I said, “I like that the two of you still enjoy fucking.” Even had she not told me, I knew he and she couldn’t entirely give up their sexual relationship. After two years of intimacy, they’re emotionally bonded. Neither his wife nor I could break that connection, and we wouldn’t wish to do that anyway.
Her boss mentioned recently he would understand if she had sex with someone else, but she decided there’s no point in telling him she already has other sexual partners. As she told me, “I can imagine problems he hasn’t anticipated if I admitted that.” After she mentioned some potential outcomes if she confessed that, I agreed. A sexual relationship between an employee and a superior isn’t the same as the more typical affairs.
The night she told me this, I was on my knees on the floor, giving her oral sex as she lay back on our bed, her legs spread. She moaned, “I need a new guy.” I asked why. She said it’s time for “something different.” I scooted her back onto the bed. She laid her head on a pillow as I mounted her. She went on to tell me the unique thrills she experiences in first-time sex.
I was about to cum at the moment I moaned, “Oh yes, I want a new cock for you too.” I knew the instant those words escaped my lips my remark sounded moronic. She laughed and said, “What I do is really for the both of us. I already know a younger guy who would love getting his dick in me.” I whined like an adolescent the moment my sperm flooded her channel. She laughed and said, “I’m lucky to have so willing a hubby.”
I knew who she was talking about. She signed up for a four-week, Saturday-morning calligraphy class at the nearest community college. It’s one of the school’s non-credit courses for adult continuing education. Ten of the fourteen class members are women. Three of the men are retired and the other is a 20-year-old, second-year accounting student taking this course only for personal interest.
He sat at a desk next to my wife at the first class gathering. She sized him up as “cute and interesting.” He seemed more practiced than other students at the craft. She describes him as about an inch shorter than her 5’11” height, long-limbed and slender. His dark brown hair is swept back in a way that covers the top half of his ears.
We were sitting on our living room couch watching a TV film at the time she first told me about him. I asked why she assumed he’d be interested in fucking her. She unzipped my fly, reached for my flaccid dick and said, “Not many young guys turn down a woman who gives off the right signals.” My shaft hardened under her manipulations. She curled her fist around my cock and stroked as she said, “You would like that wouldn’t you? A hot, young stud’s dick inside your wife. And me screaming, ‘Fuck me,” as he’s boning me long and hard.”
In no more than a minute, I moaned as I was about to cum. She pulled a facial tissue from atop the coffee table, giggled and said as I spurted, “You’re so easy to predict.”
It worked out as she hoped. At the second Saturday morning class, she joined him during break time at a table in the student lounge. She mentioned to him he seemed more experienced at the craft than other class members. He said he had been practicing a few months from online instruction. He signed up for the class after noticing a posting on a hallway cork board. He’s an out-of-town student whose family lives a hundred miles away. She touched his hand a couple of times across the lounge table as if were no more than a friendly gesture. He didn’t pull away.
When the class was dismissed at noon, she walked alongside him to the parking lot and engaged in small talk. She stopped at her car and leaned against the driver-side door as they talked. She said, “If you ever have the time, I’d like to see your pens and learn what you know.”
He said, “I’m free this afternoon if you want to come over to my apartment. I could show you a few tricks. I doubt we’ll get that far in the two remaining weeks here.” His place is an off-campus dorm for non-resident students. His roommate goes home on weekends and he told her they wouldn’t be distracted with anyone else around. She nodded her acknowledgement, realizing their lustful intentions were mutually understood.
She smiled and said, “I’d like that.” She said, “I’ll phone my husband and tell him I’ll be late coming home.” She knew I had brought some work home for the weekend anyway and assumed I wouldn’t mind.
She phoned home to tell me, “I’m going over to another student’s place for a while. I’ll call when I’m on my way home.” I noticed she didn’t say “a guy’s place” and asked if it was the student she had told me about. She responded, “Yes.” I realized her lack of clarity was so he wouldn’t question why her spouse was so understanding. I said, “Sounds exciting. You know what I’ll be doing.” She said hesitantly, trying how to respond without causing suspicion, “Uh, yeah, uh, that would be good for you,” clicked off the connection and followed his car to his apartment.
I didn’t get the full story when she arrived home at 4 p.m. Each was in a high state of excitation soon after they were alone at his place. She was sucking his cock within a half hour after they had entered his apartment. They were naked and fucking wildly for the next two hours.
She told me that night she likes him a lot and they plan to get together often. She suggested to him Fridays are best for overnight stays. He asked how she could explain that to her husband. She didn’t wish to tell him extramarital sex is a frequent occurrence for her but wanted him to know I wouldn’t be a problem. She said, “My husband has been telling me for months that he would find it exciting if I had sex with someone else. If you can handle that, I know he will approve.”
She anticipated he might wish to think that concept over for a while but instead he said, “That’s the best arrangement I can imagine. I won’t need to worry about a jealous spouse tracking me down.” She responded, “Trust me. He will be very, very happy about it.” He added that he wouldn’t be comfortable in actually meeting me. She clarified that isn’t necessary but she would tell me about their sexual unions.
They agreed to get together again not only overnight on Friday the 31st, but also for a few hours on Tuesday, June 4. In bed that night, she told me she didn’t feel like having sex with me so soon after they had fucked. She instead stroked my pole as she described the excitement of their naked bodies fucking madly. She laughed when I asked about his “size,” and said, “I would prefer you imagine whatever size you want. I’ll ask him next time we’re together. I love his enthusiasm. He can go a long time and can get it up soon after. I’ll be overnight with him on Friday and tell you all about it over the weekend.” Friday was the beginning of Memorial Day weekend. Because she had already scheduled a personal day off Tuesday, she said, “I might go over to his place early Tuesday.”
I was taken aback at her at her mentioning that Tuesday. Her boss asked if she would be free on Wednesday night for a few hours at his home. She said, “I know. It’s best if you and I don’t have sex this weekend.” I knew what she meant. Her boss is”big.” She promised to jerk me off as needed. She did, twice over two days as she described her excitation when her young stud was plowing her furrow.
She arrived at his place Friday afternoon around three p.m. They kissed deeply the moment she walked through the door. His roommate would be home that night but was out at the time she arrived. Their clothes puddled to the floor and he led her to the bedroom. He said, “I haven’t felt like this about anyone since my first crush when I was fourteen. But I didn’t have sex with anyone back then. Waiting until tonight was hard.” Her voice quavered as she whispered, “It’s the same for me. I thought about you every night.” I later asked if she meant that. She said, “He’s younger, but I haven’t often had that feeling. It’s ‘different.’ I can’t explain it, but the sex is fucking supersonic.”
I liked that. A lot. My dick swelled and I stroked madly as she went on with her narrative.
She whimpered as she stood before him alongside the bed and stared down at his swollen pole. She knelt and wrapped her lips tightly around his cock. She sucked frantically until he withdrew and urged her back onto his bed. He parted her legs and mounted her.
His dickhead parted the mouth of her married pussy. My wife’s voice trembled as she cried out, “Oh god, yes.” She squealed as his cock sank to its base and jack-hammered her cunt. She squalled, “Oh fuck,” followed by repetitive shrieks of “Yes, yes, yes!”
His cock’s position was perfectly placed against her clitoris and she screamed in climax twice. The instant he announced he was about to cum, he thrust rapidly into her cunt. My wife yelped and squealed in lusty thrills. Time seemed to stop and the moment seemed as hours. He shuddered in a groaning orgasm. My wife uttered a protracted sigh as his cargo of hot semen flooded her channel. She squeezed her legs around his body like a vice. She sobbed, “Oh god! Fuck yes! Let it flow.” Her hips rose and fell in rhythm with his final thrusts until the last droplets escaped his cock.
He pressed hips lips to hers and her arms wrapped about his neck. He collapsed alongside her and sighed, “I love fucking you.” She reached down to stroke his deflating cock and responded, “I love it too. I don’t want to lose you.” He said he’s sure that won’t happen, but my wife and I have learned through experience that all extramarital relationships ultimately have an expiration date.
As she had promised me, she asked about the length of his dick. He said, “About six and a half inches.” She told him, “You’re bigger than my husband.” He grinned proudly like a guy being awarded a trophy and said, “That’s good to know.” He fucked her again as they lay side by side, her leg over his hip. When telling me that, she added, “It’s rather broad too,” and that she enjoyed him being with him “a lot.” That was all I needed to know that her breaking up with him would be hard to do. Some guys won’t understand this, but for me, that’s the ultimate thrill.
Around six p.m., she was sucking his cock to another erection when the bedroom door opened. His roommate walked in and apologized for interrupting them. He said, “It’s okay. She said she won’t mind if you slept alongside us in your bed tonight if you want.”
His roommate is a shorter, maybe 5’8”, auburn-headed guy who my wife considers to be rather good looking. He nodded affirmatively, removed his clothes and lay in the other single bed a few feet away. His dick swelled to its full length as he watched his friend and my wife. She said she hadn’t until then realized that being watched by another young guy was hotter.
Her guy urged my wife to her knees and entered her cunt from behind. She moaned and cried out as he pounded her pussy. His balls bounced against her butt. Her roommate supported his upper body on an elbow as he jerked off and watched. As thrilling as it was while he fucked her, she threw herself into it even more for her his roommate’s benefit. She cried out, “I love your hot cock! You’re fucking me so good.” His roommate jerked off wildly at their moans and sighs.
She didn’t cum again but he ultimately did and they collapsed alongside the other. She turned her head aside to glance at his roommate who groaned, “Oh god.” He spurted his seed high into the air and onto his sheets.
She was awakened twice during the night to screw again and once more in the morning before she told the two guys she needed to go home and get ready for the Saturday class that begins each week at 9 a.m.
As she dressed, the still-naked roommate commented on her wedding ring and asked how she explained the all-nighter to her husband. She said, “He’s out of town for a few days.” Her boyfriend knew that wasn’t true and smiled at her deceptive response. He affirmed her story by saying, “His business travel works out for us.” I guess that’s sort of true, although not on that night.
My wife pulled her purse and overnight bag straps over a shoulder and said, “Enjoyed having the company of both of you.” He and his roommate walked naked with her to the door. The roommate’s dick was standing at rigid attention. She reached down to shake it like she was shaking a hand and said, “Nice meeting you. What’s your age anyway?” He said he’s 21 and she responded, “Great age. Let’s do this again soon.”
She and I went out to dinner that Saturday night. I asked whether she anticipated boning the guy’s roommate as well, but she said she’s sure her new friend wouldn’t want that. He’s hooked on her and wants her as his regular girlfriend. She agreed to that but said she isn’t yet sure whether they can go out together in public. She thinks they might go on dates at some places where she wouldn’t encounter anyone she knows but hasn’t decided where that might be. I suggested some places, including a particular hotel if overnight, at the town twenty miles south of us and she likes that idea. She says because he’s a student she should pick up any bills when on dates, and I agreed with that.
I mentioned that she hadn’t before wanted an audience when having sex. She said, “I was surprised at my reaction too. But this young guy with limited experience watching brought out an exhibitionist streak in me. I guess I still have a lot to learn about the way my mind works.”
I told her I was thrilled with her night with him. She responded with a comment that has become rather common for her, “I do it for you too,” then added her follow-up joke, “But it’s mostly for me.” I know it was originally my idea, but there’s really a lot of truth in that joke.
* * * As for the other guys I mentioned who were fucking her in my absences, those were nothing out of the ordinary and pretty much like I’ve written here before about each.
* * * And then, there’s this: . . . While on the road, I received a message from a guy who says he’s read everything I’ve written here. He isn’t happy with any of it. - - - He wrote, “What kind of life is that, dude? Your wife fucks whoever she wants but you’re at home stroking . . . (deleted some remarks) That’s a classic definition of a loser.” Having received similar comments in the past, I didn’t bother this time to respond. My wife and I know that most, even some of those who fuck her, will never understand it. None of this bothers me, but it’s a good reason for keeping our lives private everywhere other than anonymously here at this website.
I'm just having some fun with you, I understand what you're saying!! My wife and I are in an open relationship and I do have dates with other women but not nearly as much as she does. She doesn't mind that I'm doing that and we have swapped with other couples in the same room before and FMF and she hasn't shown or said anything about having a problem with that. I guess I'm pretty lucky in our arrangement. I do think that Des' wife should let him have just a little fun with another woman once in a while, maybe once or twice a year?? If he's good with it, then who am I to preach what they should do!!!