My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[rascalnvixen]

Interesting analogy there Suchen!!

Des,

That is surely quizzical. Have you ever felt there was another level of intensity she had not tried to identify in her adventures previously with these folks ?? I'm stumped as to what this intensity could be. No doubt about it, you my friend are, in for an interesting weekend!!!!!! I wouldn't think it is anything terribly threatening to your marriage if the others are all on board with you being there. Maybe there is another level that exists but she has decided she can't do this anymore and you are now being invited along to bring you into the group understanding. The only thing I can think of is pretty well out there and that there could be some kind of spiritual element involved. I know that sounds extreme but i try to identify polar extremes and then work back to what makes sense. Maybe there is a higher level of emotional attachment that is expressed in their sessions. Whatever it is, after her comments, I hope your presence doesn't prevent that intensity from occurring, because a new door has been opened and I'm sure you want to know what that is. If I don't talk to you again before the weekend, good luck!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Interesting analogy there Suchen!!
Des, That is surely quizzical. Have you ever felt there was another level of intensity she had not tried to identify in her adventures previously with these folks ?? I'm stumped as to what this intensity could be. No doubt about it, you my friend are, in for an interesting weekend!!!!!! I wouldn't think it is anything terribly threatening to your marriage if the others are all on board with you being there. Maybe there is another level that exists but she has decided she can't do this anymore and you are now being invited along to bring you into the group understanding. The only thing I can think of is pretty well out there and that there could be some kind of spiritual element involved. I know that sounds extreme but i try to identify polar extremes and then work back to what makes sense. Maybe there is a higher level of emotional attachment that is expressed in their sessions. Whatever it is, after her comments, I hope your presence doesn't prevent that intensity from occurring, because a new door has been opened and I'm sure you want to know what that is. If I don't talk to you again before the weekend, good luck!!!

Rascal

Good questions. I'll have to see it but don't anticipate believing it to the extent she says. Having watched in the past, I find it difficult to accept there's that great a difference, but something is apparently unusual for her when with those two.

I'm sure there's no threat to the marriage. That's solid for many reasons. I asked her about that question as to whether it would be different with me there and their sex might be dampened somewhat. She said that at some past time it may have, but that she's so into it with them (as she claims is also true with her boss at times) that her focus is only what she's doing, not outside distractions. She added that once a DVD was playing for a while on a TV set in the bedroom when those three were fucking. It wasn't until she was coming down from the sexual high that she realized the film was still going. She couldn't even recall hearing the sound from the TV at that time.

I checked in here a couple minutes ago on a work break but will be working furiously through Thursday, probably taking work home nightly, so I can take off Friday with them and my wife on their cabin cruiser. She's also taking that day off as what the bank offers as a "personal day." They get twelve of those a year. Probably won't be checking on this board again for the next few days but I'll write up whatever happens this weekend on the boat. Even if I'm wrong about her warnings, I'm sure I can find the words. Thanks for writing.

[samlowen]

I hope you two have a wonderfully amazing time this weekend and am already eagerly awaiting your report on the adventures.

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

Hmm... Now I'm thinking there might be some BDSM play that I have never seen you write about. I'm loving the suspense!!!!

Maybe you will be the focus of their attentions this weekend!!

Rascal

[SutterKane]

Des, just when I start to think that your wife's adventures can't get any hotter, you go and drop a sex overload on us. I know you will anyway, but please, please keep us updated on what happens.

[Xalar11]

Yet, she claims it (whatever “it” is) only comes about when she is alone with those two in places away from others. My response was that I know anyone can unintentionally amplify emotional experiences, so I’m doubtful but withholding judgment until this weekend. She said with a frustrated tone, “It's just that I don’t want you to be upset if we’re like that Friday and Saturday nights. Remember, it's just sex.”

Well, I think we all will be awaiting eagerly your report about this boat trip the upcoming weekend. I very much look forward to it.

But allow me to get back to the statement of your wife from above that: "...it's just sex...". Does this mean your wife is afraid she could do or say anything that could possibly hurt you? In general, has your wife ever voiced any concerns, that in her engagement with her lover, she could push you too far and hurt you emotionally?
I know it's not necessarily topic of this thread and maybe it's sounds a little "corny", but does your wife tell you, every once in a while, something in the way like, that despite what she’s doing with her lovers and her intense engagement at times with them, that you're still the only man she truely loves and whatever she might feel for them it's nothing comparing her feelings for you? At least you have never mentioned such an exchange between you and your wife. Have you and her such "reassurance talks" sometimes or is this simply not necessary?

However, I wish you both a great time together this weekend. And I hope she still has time for you on that boat trip.

[Des 31]

Well, I think we all will be awaiting eagerly your report about this boat trip the upcoming weekend. I very much look forward to it.

But allow me to get back to the statement of your wife from above that: "...it's just sex...". Does this mean your wife is afraid she could do or say anything that could possibly hurt you? In general, has your wife ever voiced any concerns, that in her engagement with her lover, she could push you too far and hurt you emotionally?
I know it's not necessarily topic of this thread and maybe it's sounds a little "corny", but does your wife tell you, every once in a while, something in the way like, that despite what she’s doing with her lovers and her intense engagement at times with them, that you're still the only man she truely loves and whatever she might feel for them it's nothing comparing her feelings for you? At least you have never mentioned such an exchange between you and your wife. Have you and her such "reassurance talks" sometimes or is this simply not necessary?

However, I wish you both a great time together this weekend. And I hope she still has time for you on that boat trip.

Another member sent me a PM about that remark. I should have added an explanation. Saying it's "just sex" was her way of saying it isn't "love" in the sense of marital love, so there's no hidden meaning there. Reassurance talks came about when we first went down this path but aren't necessary now and probably weren't then either. Each of us has a strong disapproval of divorce unless physical or psychological abuse is within a relationship. Our marriage, communication and commitment are mutually solid, so there's no need for either of us feeling any threat to our marriage.

She has said many times if I ever felt something was wrong to let her know and she will adjust in whatever way is necessary to correct that. I can recall only two situations where I ever voiced concerns: One envolved a psychologist she dated for a short while. I'd known the guy in college and had a low opinion of his character, and she broke that off. The other was late 2018 when circumstances were such that she was dating very often, and my primary objection was that too many were on weekends when I'd prefer to be with her. She pointed out the unusual circumstances (all of which are recorded in this thread) and we easily worked that out. Most of her dates are either weeknights with no more than one overnight stay every one to two months. I have no problem with that.

Thanks for asking. Good questions.

~ Des

[subtoall]

I have a hunch that you're both going to be surprised that whatever it is she fears you're going to witness is actually going to turn you on more rather than scare you off. I hope I'm right!

[rascalnvixen]

I think you are right, Subtoall!!!!

[Des 31]

I have a hunch that you're both going to be surprised that whatever it is she fears you're going to witness is actually going to turn you on more rather than scare you off. I hope I'm right!

I hope that's so. Whatever happens, I'll record it here as well as my ability allows. My memory is good and I'll make notes on my tablet as is my long-time habit. Her husband is a favorite fuckbuddy and there's definitely something about that couple that arouses her.

[Des 31]

Sunday, 3:45 p.m.: ~ I can’t count the times in our marriage I thought I knew all there was about my wife, only to find again and again I hadn’t a clue as to what’s really inside the mind of my very hot wife or what drives her. I’m still learning but over the past two days I jerked off more than I ever did as a teen. I loved it.

 My wife and I took the last weekday off work and I won’t return to the office until Tuesday morning. On Friday, I finally was able to get away for a river trip on the cabin cruiser owned by one of my wife’s two regular guys. This time I got to watch it all. That was a “learning” experience.

He had intended to bring the boat from the marina through a tributary leading to the large lake not far from our home. He has done that before but a marina mechanic since warned him some areas can be rather shallow at times. So at sunrise, my wife and I rode in his SUV’s back seat, behind him and his wife, to the marina where his boat is docked and maintained. My wife wore her leather-billed “first mate” cloth cap he had once given her.

He parked their SUV alongside the marina’s office, checked in and we walked down the dock to his boat. I’d seen photos of his cabin cruiser but seeing its interior was particularly impressive, at least to me as a non-boater. The sleeping quarters and galley are within one room, three steps down from the upper deck. With only the sunlight streaming through an open-curtained window, the lower deck’s lighting was a bit dim. Fabric-covered couches sit at each side with a double bed at the far end. With its four engines at the stern, the craft can go very fast. But he says he won’t ramp it up on the river in that it isn’t safe for the boat or passengers, especially through an exceptionally narrow passage that comes up quickly around a mile-away turn.

Having looked it over, we had brunch at a Polynesian restaurant and bar across the road from the marina. For the rest of the day, none of us cared to eat anything other than occasional snacks. Later that day, my wife got a bit preachy on her policy against having only one meal a day. She dug through her duffel bag for her bottle of chewable vitamins and handed two to each of us.

The women boarded first. Physically, our two wives are a lot alike, although his wife is five inches shorter than my 5’11” wife who’s an inch taller than me. The other woman was once a young gymnast who can still perform some impressive moves. My wife has been a swimmer and diver since age ten. She faithfully does morning sit-ups and push-ups each morning at home and, since installing a chin-up bar near the top of a door jamb, manages ten chin-ups two or three times a week. I’m less motivated and do about half her numbers.

Our wives sat in deck chairs as he set off downriver. The weather had warmed up to the 70s, just right for this outing. An hour after departing the marina, he docked alongside a remote wooded area. His wife broke out munchies and beer. The four of us sat on the deck’s padded seats. He sat alongside my wife across from his wife and me who sat together. He has a talent for joke-telling that makes him a popular golf partner with other local business owners and various people with who he conducts business. We watched a couple of DVD porn films on a TV he set in front of the door to the lower deck. Both women dived from the boat and swam to the river’s far side and back to the boat. Because the water seemed a bit chilly, he and I begged off joining them.

Soon, the sun was just below the horizon and clouds bunched up in every direction. He and my wife shared a deep kiss. His openly bisexual wife joined them. She stroked her husband’s bulge beneath his knee-length cargo shorts and reached into my wife’s blouse to caress her breasts. My wife responded eagerly with a lingering kiss fully the woman’s lips.

His wife untied my wife’s bikini top and mouthed a breast as her husband removed her suit’s bottoms. He left the first mate’s cap her on her head. Picking up her swimsuit, he ushered her to the door toward the lower deck. She didn’t remove two other items she wore as she almost never does, whether fucking or not – her wedding ring and her recently refurbished Mickey Mouse watch given her by her parents as a preteen. She swiveled her head around at the doorway, smiled mischievously and said to me and his wife, “You guys are welcome to come down with us anytime you want.” He closed the door behind them.

I asked his wife if she wanted to go below and watch with me. She laughed and said, “Watch? I want to participate.” She knows my wife’s displeasure at the idea of me having sex with another woman and said, “But I’m thrilled you could come with us this time. We felt bad about your having to work when the three of us were on our honeymoon trip.”

I followed her through the door and sat on the port-side couch. The room was then dimly lit by a battery-powered night light set on the galley’s table. He was naked and kneeling at the bed, his tongue lapping furiously at my wife’s cunt. She had dropped her boating hat on a couch. Her head thrashed side to side. She moaned at his tongue-lashing on her clitoris. His wife shed her swimwear, plopped it on the opposite couch and leaned against the galley counter.

My wife moaned and sighed at her boyfriend’s oral manipulation. She whimpered, “I’ve missed you two so fucking much.”I’m sure she was sincere but it really hadn’t been that long since those two, my wife and his wife’s boyfriend had a wild foursome together. He has since fucked my wife several times.

My dick bulged beneath my cargo pants. My heart pounded against my ribs. I was unintentionally holding my breath in the thrill of the moment. As the only one of the three still clothed, I stripped bare and my cock popped up at full staff. His wife laid a towel on the couch for me to sit on as I watched. Whatever chemicals that drive my voyeuristic tendencies raged through my mind and body.

I was unsure whether my wife was crazed with lust or intentionally throwing herself fully into it for his benefit. I would learn it’s the former. Some things can’t be staged for long. She had forewarned me earlier in the week that she didn’t want me to be upset over an uncommon enthusiasm she shares with the couple. Her warning essentially was that she is wilder with these two than any she fucks other than her boss. She had said, with a note of caution in her voice, that I had never seen her as she is with the couple or her boss.

Had I taken her remarks at the time seriously, her responses would have seemed to be on the borders of temporary insanity. I assumed her claims of being “crazed” when with this couple were really no more than having an exceptionally hot time,

He crawled onto the mattress and my wife scooted back until he was kneeling between her thighs and guiding his cock to her pussy. My wife howled, “Oh fuck, yes! I need that so much.”

His wife breathed heavily and masturbated with a finger. Gasping, she said, “Oh yeah, slide that big cock into her cunt. She needs it bad. Let her have it all.”

And he did, sliding his stick slowly in at a measured pace until picking up the pace and slamming into her cunt like a jackhammer. She cried out, “Yes, yes yes!”

She screamed and sobbed in muttered frantic words I couldn’t make out. Her legs were splayed. Her heels kicked the mattress. In the dim lighting, his hips were a blur with each staccato thrust. My wife’s hips gyrated furiously in response to his hard thrusts. She screeched, “You’re the best fucker on this planet. Fuck my pussy, honey! Your cock’s so good to me.” His shaft is sizeable but, unlike her boss’s tool, she manages to take his dick all the way to its base.

He withdrew and rolled her over, her head at the foot of the bed facing me and his wife. She swiveled her head around to watch as he entered her cunt from her rear. She squealed as his cock sank full depth into her channel. He pummeled her mightily.

She screamed at the top of her lungs with intermittent cries of, “Yes! Yes!” “Fuck, fuck, fuck! “Ohmygod.” “Your cock’s smoking hot!” “You’re the best!” Engulfed in the heat of the moment, her eyes drooped and her body shimmied. I can’t recall seeing my wife more overwhelmed and vulnerable. Her hands pressed hard against the headboard and a side wall as he fucked her frantically. His eyes were wide and wild with streaks of red like cherry juice swirling in milk. His big balls slapped her buttocks as he drove hard into her.

My wife’s body rocked like a boat in a hurricane. She was wound-up and screamed a succession of “Oh’s” and mumbled words I couldn’t understand. Overcome with lust and excitation, she had difficulty bracing her upper body with her arms. Her jaw sagged. Her mouth opened wide as if she were about to scream. She looked up with half-closed eyes at me. The cabin wasn’t that warm, but streams of sweat ran down my face and arms.

My cock felt hard as stone in my hand. I leaned against the door jamb and wanked madly.

I imagined I could feel the passion of my wife’s mind but yet certain I hadn’t a clue what was going on inside her. I gasped for breath. My jaw slumped and drool trickled down my chin. My heated cock seemed to steam like a kettle. I didn’t want to spurt too soon but didn’t think I could hold it back much longer. I released my grip on my cock a minute or so and then forced myself to stroke more slowly.

Tears streaked the cheeks of his wife and she moaned at their fucking. Finally, she had had enough and wanted in. She strode to the foot of the bed and said to my wife, “I’m so fucking hot. I need your tongue. Lick me, baby. ” My wife’s body shuddered as his big tool pounded her pussy. Her tongue licked out and curled and she said to the woman with a tremor in her voice, “Oh yeah, I love lickin’ your sweet pussy. I’ll shove it in so far you’ll think it’s your husband’s cock. Come closer.”

The woman grasped each side of my wife’s head and pressed her pubic mound to my wife’s face. Mucosa streamed in a rivulet down my wife’s chin. The woman’s body shivered and she cried out at his tongue’s manipulations. She moaned, “Oh yeah, your tongue’s in deep. I’ll always be your bitch. Fuck it!” My wife’s head bobbed like she was sucking a dick.

I quietly moved to his wife’s side. Her wide eyes rolled up to stare at the woman’s face. My wife no longer seemed aware I was standing near, like I was nothing more than the room’s heated atmosphere. All that seemed to exist for any of the three was the other two in throes of passion and united like a single writhing body of lust. I hadn’t believed my wife could be any hotter than I’d known before. She was like someone else in a universe where all the rules don’t apply.

She was right when she had told me it was “different” with this couple. I wondered what was going on in her mind but decided her mind wasn’t working at all, like her body has its own needs apart from her normal thoughts in sexual abandon. This was like something on the far edges of sanity and yet among the most electrifying occurrence I’d ever experienced.

My wife’s head jerked away from the woman’s pussy. Her lips curled open, her teeth gnashing and she hollered, “I’m cumming. cumming, cumming! Oh god. Gonna cum so fucking big.” And she was then cumming hard. She howled like an injured wildcat as the climax flooded through her. He soldiered on another minute. His eyes shut tightly as his lava erupted into her channel. He roared in grunts and groans as he discharged his load of love juice, then thrust slowly into her channel until his cock was fully drained. My wife exhaled strongly as if to empty her lungs. Her eyes popped open to look at me standing nearby. I don’t know how I had my wits about me to look again at my watch. His sperm had spurted fully into her cunt exactly18 minutes from the moment his cock had entered her pussy. That was a really good fuck, a good bit longer than I can last.

She shook her head side to side like she was clearing her mind. She bounded from the bed and curled her fist around a wrist of the other woman. They stared at the other with pungent lust. My wife scooped up the smaller wife in her arms and dropped her onto the bed. His wife lay on her back and looked up to mine and said in a weak and meek tone, “I’m all yours.”

An odd thought crossed my mind at the moment she lifted the woman and plopped her on the mattress. Although I’m sure my 155 lbs. is beyond her ability, I pictured her doing the same to me at home. I don’t know why I was intrigued by that imagined scene, but I jerked off rapidly to that weird reflection.

My wife massaged the back of the other’s neck and leaned to suckle a breast. His wife’s hips rotated in expectation and she whimpered as my wife’s hand crept closer to her pussy. She stroked the woman’s clitoris, causing her to squeal excitedly. She cried out, “My pussy, my pussy!” I didn’t realize her words were a plea for my wife’s mouth on her mound until she shifted her body, allowing my wife’s tongue full access to her treasure.

My wife lay between the woman’s splayed legs and gripped her hips as she lapped her cunt. His wife howled, “Ohmygod! Your tongue’s better than any guy’s cock!” My wife responded with a term I’d never before heard her use, “Oh yeah darlin’, you’re my best bitch. You’re mine now. Your husband may as well go fuck himself.”

Her husband chuckled, turned to me and joked, “Better than any cock? I mean, how’s that for a guy’s self-esteem?” I think others would have to be there to think his remark was as funny as I did. I turned back toward the women and resumed masturbating.

Their bodies thrashed and writhed frantically. My wife fucked her with a thigh, her mouth, her fingers and her fist. She kissed her breasts, cunt and fully on the lips. Amid her screams and sighs, the woman’s body rolled and twisted about beneath my wife like the gymnast she once was. I was in a soaring state of excitation and knew I could hold back ejaculating. I bunched the towel on the couch in my fist spurted into it. She would later tell me she wished she had brought along her strap-on dildo to fuck the woman.

I don’t think his wife could be more fulfilled if she had. I hadn’t before seen my wife so aggressive and commanding. She was the forceful bull, a transitional turnabout of her seemingly weaker position when the woman’s husband was fucking her. Under the hot spell of my wife’s skills, the woman climaxed multiple times within perhaps twenty minutes, if that long. I’m sure she enjoyed my wife’s tongue. The few women my wife has been with cherished her longer-than-average tongue length. She once told me the world’s record for a tongue reaching from the lips is around four inches (No, I can’t imagine it either). Hers isn’t near that length, but she considers her apparently rare feature to be a worthwhile advantage when pleasing another woman.

Until the moment they lay exhausted side by side, I don’t think I’d comprehended how much my wife had retained from her high school FLAG club’s lesbian gatherings. She had told me those all-girl meetings were hot and that the club’s leader had once said privately to my wife that she was her “favorite.” I now think I understand why. It wasn’t until then I fully grasped all she has described of those days past.

His wife lay exhausted, her arms and legs akimbo. My wife sat in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed in a lotus position and, with a triumphant gaze, looked down at the woman who was dog-tired and crying. At first, neither said a word but their faces told everything. His wife gasped breathlessly, “I feel like I was ravaged by Wonder Woman.” My wife responded with a knowing smile, “Doing my best with you comes naturally.” The woman giggled and joked, “I was ‘coming’ naturally too. A lot.”

Her husband said he was bushed and going to bed. The two women moved away from the other, leaving a space between them. He said the four of us could sleep together, but that seemed a bit crowded to me. I said I’d instead sleep on the couch, and his wife pulled a sheet and blanket for me from a drawer beneath the couch. I didn’t invite my wife to sleep alongside me. There wasn’t that much room. Both women took turns thanking him and the last time I looked over at them, my wife was feverishly sucking his cock.

I woke up twice and jerked off thinking about his hot cock inside my zealously responsive wife. I think it was in the dark early morning that I woke again to the sounds of fucking but was then too weary to watch. I fell back asleep to my wife’s muffled squeals in words I couldn’t understand.

• - Continued below:

[Des 31]

• Continued from above (the boat trip):

I was the first awake and up Saturday morning. I pulled on my cargo pants and tan shirt, got a beer from the ice chest and sat on the deck to watch the early sun rays above a scattering of clouds. The others stumbled out, clothed, one by one over the next half hour.

We sat around on the upper deck talking, but none mentioned a word concerning the past night of hot sex. As he was telling yet another joke, I noticed something about him I hadn’t before. His tone of voice, hand gestures, jokes, height, along with certain bodily features were much like those of my wife’s father. I once read women are attracted to men who remind them of their fathers. The only similarities between her dad and me are our opinions. And my wife’s boyfriend here shares my opinions on about everything too. Perhaps, I thought, that also has something to do with her emotional attraction to him. I filed the memory away to mention later to my wife.

We ventured further down the river to the second town where the three of them had visited last November. With one exception, the place looked exactly as my wife had described. The exception was the rustic diner where they had breakfast that day. It was larger than I’d imagined. I looked across the street to the town park and spotted the bed and breakfast where they had fucked. We entered and had breakfast, followed by a walking tour of the small town square. I couldn’t have enjoyed it anywhere near as well had the other three not been accompanying me.

His wife suggested we go out that night to the country-western bar where the women had previously ridden a mechanical bull. The other two preferred sailing halfway back up the river, near the first town we passed, to spend the rest of the day and that evening.

Saturday night, he fucked them both. The first time, he began by balling my wife wildly as the other woman straddled my wife’s face. One after another was cumming hard and loud. The sleeping arrangements remained the same, them in bed and me on the couch. I didn’t sleep well that night. Periodic naps may have given me four hours of sleep time, so I watched each time someone nudged another awake to fuck. I think I’m in better than average physical shape, but I don’t recall ever having sufficient stamina to match his.

He was up before the rest of us, around six-thirty, and started the engines. He steered the boat around and headed back toward the home marina. We stopped once for an hour or so alongside a small island and walked a path through the trees and dense brush. Flocks of birds took flight every thirty or so feet as made our way to the small island’s center.

I turned, looking back through an opening toward his boat. It glistened like a golden sculpture in the early morning’s sunlight. To me, it was an amazing and idyllic scene. Hearing a moan behind me, I turned about to see he had removed my wife’s white shorts and his wife held them in a hand. She leaned her back against a pine’s trunk and he stood closely, guiding his dick to her cunt. His wife’s eyes were excitedly wide and her hand covered her mouth as if she were suppressing a moan. My wife wailed as he fucked her standing up. Her hips bumped against his.

I unzipped my fly and masturbated. No more than a minute passed before she reached a screaming orgasm. His wife said, “You two are perfect together.” I was still stroking when he groaned and his lava erupted into her cunt. Then, I too ejaculated a stream onto a blanket of dried leaves at my feet. My wife pulled on her shorts and we all made our way back to his cruiser.

And, oddly again, none made any reference to the sexual interlude. I guess that’s just their way but don’t know whether that comes naturally for them or is some unspoken, agreed-upon behavior.
It wouldn’t be until my wife and I were home when she responded to my question, “I don’t really know why we don’t talk about fucking when we’re socializing. It’s just something we don’t do.”

He docked at the marina, checked out with its office manager and drove us home. This time though, my wife sat in the front seat with him and his wife and I sat in the SUV’s second row. Some fifteen minutes from home, my wife said to him, “I only know one way to properly thank you for all this.” She leaned to his lap, unzipped his fly and sucked his dick until we turned the corner onto our street. At 1:30 this afternoon, he wheeled into our driveway. We gathered our gear and told them we each had a great time. Well, yeah, it was greater for them, but I had no complaints.

We dumped our bags on the living room floor. She fixed a light afternoon dinner for the two of us. As we ate, I mentioned to her my recollection of the similarities between her fuckbuddy and her dad. She surprisingly agreed but hadn’t until then consciously made that comparison. She laughed and said, “Don’t get any weird ideas about that. I’ve never imagined having incest.” I laughed with her and said, “Never entered my mind.”

I have believed many times over our eight years of marriage that, with each new revelation, I was certain I then knew all there was to know of how her mind works. The weekend’s events proved I was wrong again.

We put the dishes and silverware into the dishwasher and she then headed down the hallway to our bedroom. She showered and I joined her in bed. She leaned her back to the headboard and asked what I thought about our boat trip. I said, “You were right. I haven’t seen you like that before. I understand why you had difficulty putting it into words. You were crazed. I liked the difference.”

She grinned, bussed me on the lips and said, “You had asked if your presence might be a damper on the party. Trust me. I didn’t think about you at all when I was fucking. If I had ever felt that way, I’m over it now and those two enjoy your company.” She bit her lower lip, smiled and added, “But when that fucking’s over, you’re the only guy ever in my thoughts.”

I closed my eyes a minute or so and then heard a vibrator’s hum, followed by a movement of the bed. I glanced aside to see her body rocking in masturbation. Her hips rose and fell. I whispered, “Thinking about him and her?” She squealed in climax and said, “Yeah. I was.” She breathed a sigh, turned aside and was asleep in ten seconds flat. I grinned. I knew when she said I’m not really “the only guy” always in her thoughts wasn’t precise, but I knew what she meant.I got out of bed and went to my computer room.

After seeing all I had the past two days, I realized that her experiences with the couple were the best she could describe. Without having been there and contemplating her motivations and emotional connections, I couldn’t fully understand what she had been telling me. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to share the deepest aspects of their fucking others. Women instinctively don’t want to share the details of sex with other men in order to protect their husbands. That’s the most common way of life with cheating spouses. But she and I are on the same page about that and know her sex life is good for us both. We learned very early in this lifestyle that trust and open communication were essential for this to work. I don’t need to be protected, but it’s very hard for anyone to put into words all that goes on in someone’s mind when the sex is exceptionally hot.

I couldn’t once have imagined my future would be jerking off while other men were fucking my wife. Now, it’s my favorite pastime. I don’t know what drives my need, but I need their dicks in her as much as she does. The enthusiasm with which her manly boyfriend repeatedly fucked her and her fervid response were like the best of my dreams. My cock was totally spent from more jerk offs than I now recall.

As each month has passed over the past few years, I found - every time - I really didn’t know my wife as well as I assumed. Upon our return home, that serial certainty of my understanding re-emerged. I mean, what else could there be? Yet, I have the nagging feeling that next month something else will come about as evidence I really don’t know how her mind works. Perhaps her thoughts and motivations are unsolvable mysteries. My only downright certainty is that I love everything I’ve discovered about her. That assurance won’t change in the years to come, no matter what I have yet to learn.

~~ Des

[yielding william]

Whew! My wife scrolled down with one hand and masturbated me with her other hand while she read it to me. I got halfway thru before cumming. Had to come back later for the rest, then stroked again. She got hot too. This may be the best I have read anywhere. Lot of insight too. Thanks for sharing. I copied this and am keeping it to read again.

[Lucky Dog]

Awesome post, Des. Your wife's very lucky to have you for her husband, and you're very lucky to have such an incredible wife. That couple she was with on the boat sounds like they're professional athletes at sex. Maybe you should start thinking about selling the film rights.

[subtoall]

Oh my God, Des. I have no words. Your writing is phenomenal.

[Domingo-ITA]

That's hot!
To me, reading long posts is a bit tiresome, English not being my first language (I'm Italian), but boys, did I enjoy!

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

I saw your posts last evening but we had company and could not get to read them. I just finished reading them both and I know it's early but you have have really stimulated my libido with your story!!! It was very interesting to see her so submissive to her bf and then turn around and become so dominant with his wife!! That really got me fired up!! Seeing the two sides together of her in the same setting and your wife switching from one to the other so seamlessly was pretty wild!!!

As usual, your writing was excellent and your narrative was clear and compelling at the same time!!! I had, I think, a very clear vision of the sex they had. I have a cuddy cabin 23 ft boat that has seen its share of sexual escapades in that cabin but none like what you described!!!! Because of my experience with boating, I can clearly visualize your story. It was HOT!!!! I can't remember the last time I jerked off at 0630 hrs, but you need to know I did today. I was stroking during the last post and finished the job after I finished reading the end. I guess that's the best testament I can give you for your story!!

I'm glad YOU had a good time and that no super dark revelations were discovered about your wife. I think, in retrospect, this might reinforce your communications with her by virtue of her telling you in the past about how good the time was she had spent with them and now telling you that you will likely see her in a new way was pretty factual. It will help you to know that she is doing her best to tell you what is in her head. That builds confidence in your relationship with her. It is also evident that she cares for you immensely by telling you upfront that you should know that you will see a new level in her. She told you that even though you have proven to be a pretty chill dude, to give you a warning so that you would not be overwhelmed by what you would surely see and feel when she fucked them both. I still have some issues about how she interacts with you sometimes but this time, I think she hit a home run for you!!!!

Rascal

[JustWantToWatch]

Incredibly hot! When is the next meeting of the hotwife club?

[Des 31]

Incredibly hot! When is the next meeting of the hotwife club?

Saturday evening April 15. We plan to go. My wife talked with the hostess last week. She told my wife they have four new bulls she has interviewed over the last four months my wife hasn't met. One is 22, younger than she has approved in the past but says he's exceptionally mature and great looking. The others are in their 30s. The venue has changed from their home to a hotel ballroom for the business part of the meeting and we were among the couples tasked with renting a room since my wife prefers to be alone with any guy. The guys will still roam the rooms to fuck different wives, dependent upon who each wife gives their room number to. We had a conflict with their last meeting but my wife said she needed a break from that anyway.

The hostess gave her reason that it has become a bit too big for their home where they met in the past in the future but my wife already knew that. Our mechanic who does minor work as needed on our cars said he was going also but we're driving separately in the event he wishes to stay overnight. We may wish to leave earlier, maybe around midnight or early morning. My wife will decide sometime that night and that might depend on whether either of us is too sleepy to go home earlier.

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

That Hot Wives Club must be a very exciting place to be, even if just to watch!!! My vision of this event based on your description of the last one you attended is that there are hot wives being fucked everywhere you look!! It would be very difficult to hide a permanent hard on while in that party!!!

And I see you have posted another new avatar!!! I REALLY like this one!!!!! Is that really your wife??? Who ever it is, she is very very sexy!!!! Love the bush!!!! If that is her, who is the guy with his dick in her??? And who took the picture???? I know, so many questions, but what do you expect????

Rascal

[Des 31]

Des,
That Hot Wives Club must be a very exciting place to be, even if just to watch!!! My vision of this event based on your description of the last one you attended is that there are hot wives being fucked everywhere you look!! It would be very difficult to hide a permanent hard on while in that party!!!
And I see you have posted another new avatar!!! I REALLY like this one!!!!! Is that really your wife??? Who ever it is, she is very very sexy!!!! Love the bush!!!! If that is her, who is the guy with his dick in her??? And who took the picture???? I know, so many questions, but what do you expect????
Rascal

~~ It's been a while since we last attended the club but she is looking forward to it. I agreed with all your comments in your previous post before this one, but I don’t have any problem with the ways she interacts with me. I probably wrote too much in that last posting, yet still couldn’t include everything without it turning into a longer narrative. For me, that was the "short" version.

~ ~ The one event that I most remembered from our trip was that dazed, droopy-eyed look on my wife’s face when he was fucking her. She looked toward me briefly as I mentioned. But she said later at home that whatever she may have seen when he was then fucking her never registered in her mind and she couldn’t recall even seeing me at that moment. I suppose that’s an example of total engagement but not sure I understand what that’s like. Best jerkoff time I can recall but had a pain in my groin area for another day.

~ ~ The man - previous avatar - was a younger guy she met at a night class, something of a regular for about four months until she became involved with her boss who kept her busy fucking almost every week or more after they first consummated their sexual relationship. The guy was one of the few I got to watch regularly after their first two times. Their first time was in her car in a remote spot a mile from the school. They seemed entirely compatible but at the time she and her boss began an affair she broke it off. I liked him too. At some point in the time they were apart, he married. She eventually resolved to phone him for a visit and learned he had recently married his ongoing girlfriend he dated at the time he was fucking my wife. They were never able to find a time to get together after that but my wife has never been comfortable about sex with a married guy anyway, particularly a newlywed. Her boss is an exception in that his wife likes their relationship the way it is.

~ ~ She phoned me at work today and asked in coded language if I had a problem with her staying over Friday night with her boss at his home. His wife and kids are going to a “jamboree,” whatever that may be, and their live-in nanny is visiting a relative in the area for the weekend. She promised to be home early Saturday morning. I understood and agreed. As you might imagine, it’s awkward turning down her boss but I doubt she wanted to. She will be home after work that day and leave for his place around six. I’ll help her get ready and find something else to do that night. If that’s a typical date night, I’ll probably fuck her before she gets in the shower that night.

[Des 31]

I brought work home yesterday and today to write up some client requests. My wife phoned in the early afternoon to say she received a phone call at work from an auto sales exec back in town for ongoing training of the sales and managerial staff at two local dealerships. He said if she were available, he would be at a downtown hotel for the next two nights. He has fucked her over two previous nights up to about a year ago when he was visiting the area from his home office. On the latter occasion, a colleague was with him, and they had a threesome in a hotel room where they were staying about an hour away from our home.

She said instead of going to his hotel she had invited him to our home. He arrived about seven-thirty and we talked for a while before they got naked on the living room couch and she led him to our bedroom. I hadn't before met him but can understand her attraction to the guy. I continued working in our computer room while they were fucking in our bedroom. I could hear their sighs and moans from the adjoining room and jerked off outside the bedroom door around ten. I slept in our guest room and looked in a moment early this morning before they came out to breakfast and she was straddling his hips and still fucking. He and I talked for an hour after my wife left for work, and he left around nine this morning. He will return tonight a little earlier than last night to take my wife to dinner. He says he won't be returning to the area for at least six months and she told him she will find time to meet him whenever that may be.

As a result, my wife and I won't be going to the hotwife/cuck's quarterly meeting. She said that would be too much. She and her boss are staying overnight Tuesday or Wednesday at his mountain cabin while his wife and kids are staying with friends of his kids for a couple of days.

[isinlarsa]

I brought work home yesterday and today to write up some client requests. My wife phoned in the early afternoon to say she received a phone call at work from an auto sales exec back in town for ongoing training at two local dealerships. He said if she were available, he would be at a downtown hotel for the next two nights. He has fucked her over two previous nights up to about a year ago when he was visiting the area from his home office. On the latter occasion, a colleague was with him, and they had a threesome in a hotel room where they were staying about an hour away from our home.

She said instead of going to his hotel she had invited him to our home. He arrived about seven-thirty and we talked for a while before they got naked on the living room couch and she led him to our bedroom. I hadn't before met him but can understand her attraction to the guy. I continued working in our computer room while they were fucking in our bedroom. I could hear their sighs and moans from the adjoining room and jerked off outside the bedroom door around ten. I slept in our guest room and looked in a moment early this morning before they came out to breakfast and she was straddling his hips and still fucking. He left around nine this morning and will return tonight. He says he won't be returning to the area for at least six months and she told him she will find time to meet him whenever that may be.

As a result, my wife and I won't be going to the hotwife/cuck's quarterly meeting. She said that would be too much. She and her boss are staying overnight Tuesday or Wednesday at his mountain cabin while his wife and kids are staying with friends of his kids for a couple of days.

Since he had had a threesome with your wife before, did you consider doing your wife in a threesome with him? It must have sent you into orbit when she told you about her threesome with two other men. My wife hasn't done that yet, but I would love if she did.

I'm amazed that you could continue to work on your computer while hearing their sighs and moans. I would be lying back with my cock in my hand, visualizing what was happening in the bedroom I share with my wife.

[rascalnvixen]

As a result, my wife and I won't be going to the hotwife/cuck's quarterly meeting. She said that would be too much. She and her boss are staying overnight Tuesday or Wednesday at his mountain cabin while his wife and kids are staying with friends of his kids for a couple of days.

Well, Damn!!! I was looking forward to your story about attending that meeting!!!!! Is you wife trying to tease me??? Has she ever said that would be TOO much fucking??? If I remember correctly, she promised to keep the weekends for you!!! You need to step up and claim your rights!! I think this song by Joe Tex is appropriate for this situation!!! Play this song for her to let her know you want yours just as she promised!!! Just replace the word DOT with a period.

www.youtubeDOTcom/watch?v=cXoaupox2IA

Well, at least she's getting her needs fulfilled!!!

Do you think she will have time for you between Saturday night and Tuesday??? I mean as in fucking you before she rides the boss's Mr. Big??? Is she going to be staying overnight for both nights or just visiting for a few hours? I'm sorry, it's Friday and I'm already in a happy mood!!!!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

As a result, my wife and I won't be going to the hotwife/cuck's quarterly meeting. She said that would be too much. She and her boss are staying overnight Tuesday or Wednesday at his mountain cabin while his wife and kids are staying with friends of his kids for a couple of days.

Well, Damn!!! I was looking forward to your story about attending that meeting!!!!! Is you wife trying to tease me??? Has she ever said that would be TOO much fucking??? If I remember correctly, she promised to keep the weekends for you!!! You need to step up and claim your rights!! I think this song by Joe Tex is appropriate for this situation!!! Play this song for her to let her know you want yours just as she promised!!! Just replace the word DOT with a period.

www.youtubeDOTcom/watch?v=cXoaupox2IA

Well, at least she's getting her needs fulfilled!!!

Do you think she will have time for you between Saturday night and Tuesday??? I mean as in fucking you before she rides the boss's Mr. Big??? Is she going to be staying overnight for both nights or just visiting for a few hours? I'm sorry, it's Friday and I'm already in a happy mood!!!!!!!

Rascal

He's overnight again tonight in our bedroom and it's his last night in town. They're fucking as I'm writing this. From the noises, she's enjoying it immensely. . . Yep, just heard another scream. It's a good night for her.

As for the club meeting, she will get an update on how it went from our sometimes mechanic who will be there as one of the bulls. He has his doubts about it going well. The host and hostess based the concept on a swingers group that meets every couple of months in a ballroom swingers social. But our understanding is that at those meetings, couples meet up and some go to the hotel's rooms and most follow up with parties in their homes. He convinced us this won't work exactly the same way as it did when the meetings were held in a private home. He has a good point, but we'll wait and see.

As for Saturday, she will be at the local firearms range a couple of hours or less and she and I will be together after that. She will have a couple days break before Tuesday and I'm looking forward to her getting fucked as much as she is. I'm holding off masturbating and plan to fuck her brains out in the morning when he leaves.