My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[SutterKane]

Des, your writing has always struck me as you trying to be as detailed and factual as you can. wheres as most of the rest of us write with the up's and emotional downs of what we experience, you write with a more discipled dispassionate voice. It shows who is the pro and who are the punters!

[samlowen]

I’m envisioning your wife and the lovely visitor spending an evening entertaining you by sleeping with one or more of your wife’s lovers, watching you squirm with excitement.

[solstice]

It would seem that you and your wife have could have written the manual of how to construct the perfect HW marriage, If you have periods of worry over the life style you hide it well. Hot wifeing must be a highly charged lifestyle for , especially when the wife changes the balance and introduces the cuck element against her husband's will. although not I would guess in your case, of course many men enjoy the domination from the wife and often the boyfriend, but it distresses me enough to stop reading those threads.
I love both you and your wife slightly amused attitude to her boyfriends although they strikes a deep urge with her in a few of her relationships , which you may find hard competing with, (if you had a competitive nature), and I haven' t seen you betraying any angst: your account of the relationship with her boss and his wife I find most erotic. you telling of her adventures give us a front row seat with the juicy detail.
Does she still manage to keep most weekends free for you?
Alex.

[rascalnvixen]

My wife says she and our visitor have planned something she is keeping a secret until her arrival. Have no idea what that's about and my wife isn't talking.

Damn Des,

That part right there is enough to make a dead man's dick hard!! That kind of play is what keeps the imagination running at warp speed!!! Both your's and their's!! Hmmmm..... It's hard to imagine just what the two of them have concocted together. Since they have never met, they must have made a great connection on the phone and emails. I think you're going to be in a state of great anticipation for the next two weeks! I know for sure I would! In fact I'm going to be anticipating the news of her visit until then also!

Rascal

[afagehi7]

Des - about time for an avatar update?

[Bullslovehead]

The way I see it theres 3 scenarios that could play out here.

[solstice]

My wife says she and our visitor have planned something she is keeping a secret until her arrival

I suppose by this time you are not surprised by her wheezes, do you enjoy the mystery?

[Des 31]

Des,
. . . Do you get sloppy seconds? I lot of guy are really into that.
(6)

I've read that too but it isn't our habit. Most often before we have sex when she returns home, my wife usually showers after sex at the guys' places or at our home (and on a few occasions bathed with one particular guy - our insurance agent - in what she described as a large, designer-type bathtub). What some describe as sloppy seconds has happened at times under certain circumstances - but not something either of us planned for or wanted for any reason. I guess we're each too much like clean-freaks for that, but I can understand the desire of those who look forward to it.

[Des 31]

It would seem that you and your wife have could have written the manual of how to construct the perfect HW marriage, If you have periods of worry over the life style you hide it well. Hot wifeing must be a highly charged lifestyle for , especially when the wife changes the balance and introduces the cuck element against her husband's will. although not I would guess in your case, of course many men enjoy the domination from the wife and often the boyfriend, but it distresses me enough to stop reading those threads.
I love both you and your wife slightly amused attitude to her boyfriends although they strikes a deep urge with her in a few of her relationships , which you may find hard competing with, (if you had a competitive nature), and I haven' t seen you betraying any angst: your account of the relationship with her boss and his wife I find most erotic. you telling of her adventures give us a front row seat with the juicy detail.
Does she still manage to keep most weekends free for you?
Alex.

Hi Alex. Yes, most weekends. Not all because occasionally unanticipated things come up, which I understand, but that works for us. You have a good memory to recall that from last year. Thanks for writing. . .
~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

Nice new avatar!!! As usual there will be questions "Is that your wife in your avatar? And who is the guy??" I'm pretty sure that is your wife and who cares who the guy is! I'm also sure many will still have questions, to be sure. I hope you guys have a great weekend together!! I surely hope you don't do anything I wouldn't do!!!!! I'm guessing you probably won't be cuming up for air until Monday, so I won't expect to hear from you until then!

Rascal

[niftychunk]

My wife says she and our visitor have planned something she is keeping a secret until her arrival

I suppose by this time you are not surprised by her wheezes, do you enjoy the mystery?

Wooow, that makes me weak on the knees!
This definitely belongs at the topic "Things my hotwife has said"!
Cheers!

[Des 31]

The young Native-American woman I had initially met on a business trip arrived in town Friday night and will be leaving for the balance of her vacation in Florida Wednesday morning. My wife and I took those days off work, and it’s been a great get-together. I’ll write about that here when I can find the time.

* * *

My wife’s 20-year-old, student boyfriend had mentioned to her he was interested in a part-time job as a mechanic or auto body work helper. She finds it’s interesting about him in that he’s an accounting student, not engineering or another field related to mechanics. She told him she might be able to help with that and phoned her 29-year-old mechanic fuck-buddy whose shop isn’t far from our home. He had just hired a new helper but called some friendly shop owners on her behalf. Just over a week ago, another auto repair shop’s owner set him up for an interview, liked the guy a lot, and he started work the following Saturday morning. He has one day a week with no classes and will be working that day and Saturday mornings.

After his next day's classes, he called my wife’s cell to give her the good news and asked if she could come by his place that night. His roommate Jack would again join them. She told him she would check with me and call him back, which she did, and drove to their off-campus apartment after the bank closed for the day. She joked to me on the phone she guessed that would be his way of thanking her for getting him a job. I said, “A hot dick should be better than a card in the mail.” She laughed and said, “Both my boys will be there, so it’s more like getting two presents.” When she clicked off her phone, I was thinking three people and sounded like a party, but even better in this instance.

I was told later that night was “one of my best ever.” I’m sure she was serious but I don’t think either of us know why that was so.

She was in a good mood when she parked her car in the driveway/alley behind their apartment. Her boss had held a quick morning ceremony for her that morning for being the top producer again the previous month. The multiple-business owner, who occasionally fucked her and often includes his wife in their romps at their home or on their cabin cruiser, had recommended two new accounts to the bank. He told each, “Only call this woman,” and gave them her direct number. Others bring in more individual accounts, but hers are the largest revenue-producers. Her boss also fucks her but has no idea how she racks up the larger accounts, mostly referred by the same guy and our insurance agent, another occasional boyfriend. And a couple of those referrals have resulted in a few others.

Aside from the bath, the students’ small apartment has only three rooms – the living room, a bedroom and the kitchen. She wore a light blue pants suit and white open-collared dress shirt when they greeted her at their back door. The guys were dressed casually as usual, her boyfriend in jeans and white tee and his roommate Jack attired in a polo shirt and cargo shorts. Jack sported an evident hard-on. She grinned, wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and kissed him deeply.

He said, “I wasn’t sure whether you liked being with the two of us at once the first time.” She kissed Jack fully on the lips and responded, “I agreed because you wanted me to. Now, it’s for the two of you,” then added with a smile, "But mostly for me.” They laughed and Jack said, “Nothing could make me happier than hearing that.”

Her boyfriend and Jack mutually undressed her and folded her clothing neatly on their kitchen counter. Each leaned to nurse a breast as she leaned her elbows onto their kitchen counter. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets. Her body quivered under the sensation of her boyfriend’s finger manipulating her clitoris. She whimpered at an awareness her knees might buckle and curled her hands around their stiff cocks to steady herself.

The guys breathed heavily as they stripped and led her to their shared bedroom. She chuckled upon seeing they had pushed their two twin beds together for that night and said, “So now we have a king-size bed. Good move.” Her boyfriend responded they thought she would like that better than having all three squeezed together on just one bed as they had been the first time.

Like most student dorms, their off-campus apartment is neat but spare. The bedroom houses twin beds, a corner’s folding beach chair, a pair of tall brass lamps and their laptops set atop a small wooden desk. Her 20-year-old boyfriend urged her to her back on Jack’s bed, the nearest to the door leading from the living room and turned off the lamp. Their only lighting was a dim glare of a street lamp limned through their window’s thin curtain.

Aroused from the foreplay in their kitchen, my wife trembled. She stared aside at the two approaching her from each side of the bed, their dicks erect. Jack crawled between her legs and clamped his mouth onto her shaven mound, licking her pussy, his tongue darting at times into her cunt. She squealed, reached for her boyfriend’s firm penis. He stood alongside the mattress and she guided his shaft to her lips.

Jack’s eyes rolled sideways to watch as her boyfriend’s dickhead was about to enter her oral cavity. Her voice quavered, “Fuck it. Fuck it good.” He thrust his pole into her mouth up to his base and groaned. She cried out as Jack gripped his cock and maneuvered his dickhead into her wet opening. She elevated her hips to allow him full access. He thrust slowly, and then picked up steam, lunging into her channel with full force. As Jack hammered her cunt, she released her boyfriend’s cock and repetitively yelped, “Yes, Yes, Yes!” Her boyfriend whimpered as he stared, wrapped his fist around his dick and tugged frantically.

Mutual sighs and moans filled the room. Jack’s dick pounded her cunt. Her head bobbed rapidly onto her boyfriend’s cock. His hands clasped each side of her face. He murmured, “Oh fuck, your mouth is so hot. I love it.” With his pecker in her mouth, she wasn’t sure he understood her when she mumbled, “I love it too!” Her heels dug into the mattress and her hips rose and fell to the rhythmic beat of Jack’s thrusts. His heavy balls slapped her butt.

Her boyfriend groaned he was cumming in her throat but didn’t withdraw his shaft. His load of semen flooded her mouth and dribbled down her chin. His deflating cock slipped from her lips. Her head thrashed side to side as Jack humped her amid manic squeals and tremors. In the moment’s thrills, she felt her mind had slipped over the boundaries of sanity. Beating her fists against the mattress, she screamed, “My cunt’s afire! Fuck it!” As he plowed her furrow with vengeance, her voice faded to shuddering whimpers. Time seemed to slow and her thoughts swirled. She didn’t wish it to end but then she cried out in an ongoing climax like electric jolts. Jack thrust into her another minute or so until he too was cumming.

She looked about at both, their jaws hanging and eyes in wild stares and said, “That was fucking amazing.” All gulped in gasping breaths. Her boyfriend said to her, “Did you know you’re now our best friend?” My wife smiled and said, “I’d say we’ all rather ‘giving,’ to each other aren’t we?” Jack responded he was thankful she felt the same way as did they.

Her boyfriend searched their fridge for snacks and drinks. When he returned to bed, Jack asked whether she could handle both dicks at once. She laughed and said she would try. She rested her knees at each side of her boyfriend’s hips as he lay on his back and guided his dick into her cunt. Jack knelt behind her and slowly entered her pussy from behind. My wife grimaced at his dickhead slid atop her boyfriend’s. Both fucked her slowly. She moaned, “Feels like twelve inches!” Jack said as if startled, “You’ve had twelve inches?” She laughed and said, “Just kidding. I haven’t had two dicks at once before either.” Both thrust for no more than a minute or two until Jack wailed and spurted into her cunt. It wasn’t until that moment she realized, the undersides of their penises, each stroking the other’s. She assumes the effect caused him to cum early. She squeezed her vagina about their shafts as he emptied his load. Jack withdrew and her boyfriend humped upward until he too was cumming.

They rolled aside in exhaustion and fell asleep with each guy at her sides. My wife awoke around nine, still groggy, and called me on her cell phone. She said she was more tired than she anticipated and might not be home until after midnight instead of ten o’clock as she had anticipated. I said I understood and suggested it would be better to stay overnight to clear her head. She said, “Good idea,” adding she would be home in time to shower and dress for work the following morning, and clicked off the phone.

Each guy again fucked her separately at intervals through the night. She isn’t sure just when she left their place. I was asleep when she came home, and she hadn’t checked the time she arrived and plopped into bed. Once, she and a guy had fallen asleep after sex at his place. She didn’t wake up until shortly before daybreak and phoned frantically, saying, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so sorry! We fell asleep.” At the time I was at the stage I would worry if she didn’t return around the planned time, but that hasn’t again happened. I could handle it better now, but back then I overly obsessed about her safety.

I was up at five-thirty. My wife didn’t awaken until around seven, an hour later than typical for her. She apologized for the late hour she returned. I told her that’s not a problem and thanked her for calling earlier to let me know. She showered, dressed, skipped breakfast and said as she headed out the door, “I don’t know why, but last night was one of my hottest nights ever. I’ll tell you all about it tonight.”

• * * *

I was home earlier than usual and when she walked through the door, I said, “I can’t wait to hear about last night’s date.” She said she was going first to the shower and would tell me in bed. I was sitting up in the bed with my back to the headboard the moment she dried off and walked out of the bath. She laughed, saying, “You’re really anxious, huh?” She suggested I might want to turn on the bedside recorder for her story and added, “It’s sort of a long story.” It wasn’t really that long a narrative, but I began jerking off soon into her tale. For the last half, I fucked her madly as she laid it on thick. I asked later if she had exaggerated for my benefit, but she said, “I know you wonder how I can get so excited with ‘my boys,’ but that’s just the way it happened. One of my best nights ever.” I asked what it was about them that turns her on. She said, “I don’t really know. It’s just different...”

• * * *

I had an overnight assignment the following day. After work that night, she and her boss went for a drink a block from their bank. Only the security guards were on duty when they returned to his office. His office walls are soundproofed. He locked the door and they fucked on his couch for an hour. They departed the building separately and she phoned me at my hotel as she drove home.

At one time, my wife went through a string of men for short-term hookups. Last night, she said her current circumstances will limit her circle of guys. Since her boyfriend is now working Saturday mornings, she will return to playing golf or practicing at the shooting range those mornings and one night a week at the racquetball court. For a succession of weeks not long ago, she hooked up with a masseur who massaged and fucked her. She likes him but her schedule has become rather full. I don’t encourage any sexual or other activities as I once did and leave whatever she prefers to do up to her. None of that has interfered with our own sex life and private time, so I don’t really care. I like the way she arranges her life. It works for the both of us.

~ Des

[jetskier99]

Damn hot as usual, I’m looking forward to your next write up about your Native American friend. Thank you for sharing.

[SutterKane]

I hope your friend's visit is all she and the two of you hope it will be.

[Des 31]

My wife phoned me at work Monday to ask if I had plans for Friday night. Her boss’ wife, their kids and 28-year-old nanny here on an extended visa will be out of town Thursday through Tuesday. I said I anticipate working late that night. She asked if I minded her spending that night with her boss. I have work I could catch up over the weekend anyway and said that would be fine with me.

They have fucked only once in the past few weeks. That occasion was after work hours in his office for about an hour. I said, “Ask if he wants to make it the full weekend. I could take some work home and schedule my car for its regular service on Saturday.” I could hear them discussing my suggestion, but it wasn’t clear to me just what they were saying. She turned to her phone and said, “He said to thank you. I intended to be at their home overnight Friday. Instead, we’ll stay at their mountain cottage through Sunday night.” My dick swelled. My parting words were, “Sounds great. I want him to fuck you good.” She laughed, saying he always does, then clicked off her phone.

I learned last night she was sucking his dick in his office between comments when she and I were on the phone earlier in the day. She said she’s taking a swim suit along with whatever else she packs in her bag. In this exceptionally warm weather, they plan to swim in the lake behind his home. That, and being fucked by his sizeable cock, will be like a mini-vacation.

She had lunch with their secretary who told my wife she had suggested their boss have my wife at his home on the weekend. She and their boss had sex at her home the previous Saturday while her husband was out that night with the assistant principal of the school where he teaches. Their secretary and their boss have planned to have sex about once a month since my wife’s threesome with them. The reason for that monthly agreement is that her husband fucks his administrative supervisor on that approximate schedule.

The secretary and her husband have had an open marriage for decades. The 38-year-old school assistant principal married her long-time fiancé in June but had told the secretary’s husband she didn’t want to give up their affair after she married. I think I mentioned here that she had told him at least once he was “better” at sex than her new husband anyway. Occasionally, the woman comes to the couple’s home. On those nights, the secretary leaves for a few hours while the other woman and her husband are having sex.

My wife asked her if she wanted to join them one evening at the cottage. The woman laughed and said, “Being older, I don’t need that as often as you. I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it the next time he and I are together.”

As my wife was telling me this, she stroked my cock and added, “You really like all this, don’t you?” I nodded affirmatively and parted her legs. I frantically fucked her but I think her mind was mostly on the upcoming weekend. After work hours next Tuesday, she will be at her college boys’ apartment for a few hours where they regularly have sex. She went on to describe her last encounter with her student boyfriend. His roommate Jack didn’t join them that night because his parents were in town and he was out with them for dinner and a play until midnight. I was cumming within two minutes.

She mentioned that at the time her boyfriend was fucking her mouth, she told him, “I love sucking your cock.” I asked if she really “loved” that. She glanced aside to me, her eyebrows raised as if I had posed a empty-headed question. She said, “Well, sure! He said he loves it too.” She chuckled and added, “But fucking is more fun with either, or especially with both at once.” I get hard when she exhibits that eagerness for the next man's cock in her hot cunt, whoever that may be.

I inquired whether she plans to tell her boss about the two younger guys. That’s becoming a weekly routine and she seems as eager to see them each week as she says they are to be with her. She responded with, “What’s the point in that? He doesn’t need to know and I have no need for him to know.” I had before mentioned he might enjoy her stories with the guys as I do. She doesn’t agree. She said that, under some circumstances, admitting that might not work out well in the long term. She doesn’t tell her younger fuck-buddies about her boss or other men and couples either. Maybe she’s right in saying her sex life is better when it’s compartmentalized. With a grin, she pulled on my flaccid penis and added, “You’re the only one who needs to know all that.”

She often surprises me with some of her remarks. After our young, Native American girl guest left last Wednesday following a few days with us, she smiled and said to me, “I’m really a whore, aren’t I?” I said, “I don’t think of you that way. Do you?” She said, “Sometimes. But whatever I am, I’m glad you like me this way. I hope you never change because I need it from others. It would be hard go back to the the time it was just the two of us.”

I should have responded that I need other dicks in her as much as she does, but those words didn’t occur to me at the time. My thoughts were instead consumed by her fingers on my dick and her narrative about her boyfriend’s hot cock in her cunt. I don’t know why I’m like this, but other men fucking my wife satisfies both our needs.

This weekend, she and her boss will be fucking at his cottage. I’ll be jerking off at home and imagining what it’s like for her and him. She has said it seems to each of them their bodies were made for the other, but I’ve never really been sure what that means. I like the idea of the two of them at his isolated cottage in the mountains, where no one can hear her screaming in repetitive orgasms.

As best we could determine, this weekend is the anniversary from when I first encouraged her at age 25 to have sex with other men. She won’t admit her other extramarital experiences to her boss, but she said she mentioned that “anniversary” to him yesterday at the office. He said, “Then we need to make this weekend special.” I turned aside last night in bed and said to her, “We have a really good marriage, don’t we?” She didn’t respond. She had already fallen asleep.

[SutterKane]

Des, any chance that you'll tell us about what happened while your NA friend was in town?

[subtoall]

I turned aside last night in bed and said to her, “We have a really good marriage, don’t we?” She didn’t respond. She had already fallen asleep.

And that, my friends, in three short sentences, is the quintessence of a cuckold marriage.

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

I second Sutters comment about the NA young lady guest in your house!! You have been teasing us about her visit for more than a month now. Time to give us the story in your own well written manner! Is this you giving us a dose of the teasing your wife gives you weekly??

Rascal

[Des 31]

Des, any chance that you'll tell us about what happened while your NA friend was in town?

Okay, Sutter and Rascal,

It's a'coming. The problem with that so far is that it's complicated in that so many things happened. I'll need to summarize a lot of that. But it was a great visit. Really.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

No summaries!!! We want ALL the juicy details!!!

Rascal

[Xalar11]

, “We have a really good marriage, don’t we?” She didn’t respond. She had already fallen asleep.

Excuse me, if I play the spoilsport here again. I don't know, probably it's just me, and it's difficult to put it in words, but sometimes your whole relationship with your wife strikes me as rather "odd".

With this I don't mean your wife having sex frequently with other guys and your excitement about this. Again, it's not this, it’s more when write about the exchanges and dealings between you and your wife, when you're soley among yourselves.
I know, you will say that's not necessarily the theme of your thread and maybe you think nobody is interested in it or it's too intimate. I understand, but you never shared or reported, I think not even a "snippet", about any "romantic" and "loving" exchanges or confession between you and your wife. For example, your wife telling, despite all her other men, that you're the only one she loves and own her heart (I know this sounds a little corny). If it's not too personal, I really would like to hear a little more in this direction. Because, except when she's telling you about her extracurricular adventure with one of her lovers and her teasing you, dealings between you and wife often appear to be rather unemotional, especially from your wife's side.

Don’t get me wrong I don't doubt that you and your wife are best friends and confidents and that there is certainly a deep bond between you both, but I have to say I sometimes ask myself, if besides that you and your wife are also connected through and share a passionate and all-consuming love for eachother? A love so deep that you couldn’t live without the other one and if necessary would give anything else up for him/her ( Again excuse me for sounding so corny).

Again, probably it's just me having this feeling. I apologize if I should have offend you in any way. Please believe me this is not my intention. But maybe you could shed more light into what I said above.

[SutterKane]

, “We have a really good marriage, don’t we?” She didn’t respond. She had already fallen asleep.

Excuse me, if I play the spoilsport here again. I don't know, probably it's just me, and it's difficult to put it in words, but sometimes your whole relationship with your wife strikes me as rather "odd".

With this I don't mean your wife having sex frequently with other guys and your excitement about this. Again, it's not this, it’s more when write about the exchanges and dealings between you and your wife, when you're soley among yourselves.
I know, you will say that's not necessarily the theme of your thread and maybe you think nobody is interested in it or it's too intimate. I understand, but you never shared or reported, I think not even a "snippet", about any "romantic" and "loving" exchanges or confession between you and your wife. For example, your wife telling, despite all her other men, that you're the only one she loves and own her heart (I know this sounds a little corny). If it's not too personal, I really would like to hear a little more in this direction. Because, except when she's telling you about her extracurricular adventure with one of her lovers and her teasing you, dealings between you and wife often appear to be rather unemotional, especially from your wife's side.

Don’t get me wrong I don't doubt that you and your wife are best friends and confidents and that there is certainly a deep bond between you both, but I have to say I sometimes ask myself, if besides that you and your wife are also connected through and share a passionate and all-consuming love for eachother? A love so deep that you couldn’t live without the other one and if necessary would give anything else up for him/her ( Again excuse me for sounding so corny).

Again, probably it's just me having this feeling. I apologize if I should have offend you in any way. Please believe me this is not my intention. But maybe you could shed more light into what I said above.

Xalar11, once upon a time I had the same question on Des's recounting of his wife's adventures. Then Des mention that he had been a reporter a few years back for a number of years and then I understood his somewhat detached style. He's a great reporter, but he doesn't write like a romance novelist!

[Des 31]

, “We have a really good marriage, don’t we?” She didn’t respond. She had already fallen asleep.

Excuse me, if I play the spoilsport here again. I don't know, probably it's just me, and it's difficult to put it in words, but sometimes your whole relationship with your wife strikes me as rather "odd".

With this I don't mean your wife having sex frequently with other guys and your excitement about this. Again, it's not this, it’s more when write about the exchanges and dealings between you and your wife, when you're soley among yourselves.
I know, you will say that's not necessarily the theme of your thread and maybe you think nobody is interested in it or it's too intimate. I understand, but you never shared or reported, I think not even a "snippet", about any "romantic" and "loving" exchanges or confession between you and your wife. For example, your wife telling, despite all her other men, that you're the only one she loves and own her heart (I know this sounds a little corny). If it's not too personal, I really would like to hear a little more in this direction. Because, except when she's telling you about her extracurricular adventure with one of her lovers and her teasing you, dealings between you and wife often appear to be rather unemotional, especially from your wife's side.

Don’t get me wrong I don't doubt that you and your wife are best friends and confidents and that there is certainly a deep bond between you both, but I have to say I sometimes ask myself, if besides that you and your wife are also connected through and share a passionate and all-consuming love for eachother? A love so deep that you couldn’t live without the other one and if necessary would give anything else up for him/her ( Again excuse me for sounding so corny).

Again, probably it's just me having this feeling. I apologize if I should have offend you in any way. Please believe me this is not my intention. But maybe you could shed more light into what I said above.

I don't even know where to begin on this one. All I can say is that separation or divorce isn't something that either of us could handle. We don't have those sorts of problems and each of us is happy with the way things are. I'm pretty good at recognizing what readers like and adding any more would be a complete bore to most at this board. It might be a surprise for some to learn that, aside from my wife's activities in extramarital sex, we're a rather ordinary married couple with the same interests, concerns and goals of most.

[Des 31]

I’m still surprised at things that happen in our life that I couldn’t have imagined at one time. The circumstances surrounding our experience with our recent guest is one of those. It wasn’t just our sexual encounter with her. She has an exciting story to tell about how her life is changing as well. All that occurred over those few days is a bit complicated but maybe I can do it all in separate postings as time allows. Here’s a partial summary:

After strings of emails, phone calls and social media PMs, my wife was anxious to meet the Native American girl I had met while on a business assignment. To say she was “eager” would be an understatement. Her anxiety dominated our conversations. Our guest visited with us four days before flying out to continue her vacation in Florida. My wife had said they had a “surprise” for me before she arrived but wouldn’t give me a clue about what that meant.

At the time I met her, she was still in nursing school and working at her aunt’s and uncle’s small hotel not far from the isolated work site where I was preparing draft for a company’s brochures and manuals. Parts of her nursing school training was held at the hospital where she will be working when she returns from vacation. She was born on a reservation but her family had moved to another state when she was 11 to be near relatives who own a motel and another business in town. We had “sex” at the motel where she then worked part-time for her aunt and uncle, but that didn’t include intercourse.

My wife and I picked her up at the airport. where we had light breakfasts at a lounge. She traveled light as I suspected she would, carrying no more than a suede shoulder bag and a suitcase on rollers. She wore a brown collared blouse topped with a suede leather vest and a short fringed leather skirt.

Her matching boots had a rectangular red, gold, white and black image. I asked if those were her tribal colors. She pushed back her long black hair to the back of her ears and said, “No, that’s Lacota Sioux. I haven’t even ever met a Lakota, but I liked the boots.” She said,”I’m told another tribe uses the same colors but I can’t recall which nation that is.” She told us the meanings of each color but I didn’t write it down and now can’t remember, other than at least one symbolizes “the sun.” Her outfit isn’t really traditional Native American clothing but it screamed “American Indian sexy.” She crossed her long legs as she sat across from us and my furtive stares took in everything whenever I thought my gazes wouldn’t be noticed. I'm a writer, but her exceptional, over-all attractiveness is difficult to put into words. Her nose, the shape of her face, jaw and trim figure are particularly noticeable to anyone who might meet her.

My wife was attired in tan cargo shorts and a red polo shirt. Each woman praised the other on their appearances and I fully agreed with their complimentary comments. They’re both hot.

She told us she recently began dating a young doctor from the hospital where she will be working after she returns home. He recently completed his residency and will be working full-time in the institution’s emergency room. That relationship is a story in itself, but I’ll get to that later.

As we walked into the door at home, our guest parked her bag and purse against our couch, turned to my wife and each wrapped their arms around the other and kissed deeply on the mouth. My wife pushed her vest away and unbuttoned the woman’s blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Each undressed the other as I stood with a stupefied look a few feet away. Naked, my wife took her by the hand, turned to me and said, “We’re going to the bedroom. You can join us in a few minutes if you want.” They each glanced back to me and smiled as they disappeared down the hallway.

I waited five or so minutes, walked to our bedroom’s doorway and peered around the door jamb. My wife lay on her stomach, her head between the girl’s legs and tongued her clitoris. Our guest sighed and moaned, “I’ve been anxiously looking forward to being with you.” She propped her legs atop my wife’s shoulders and her groin rose and fell passionately. I unzipped my fly and reached for my swollen dick. I breathed heavily. I squeezed and released my tool repeatedly but didn’t masturbate.

My wife crawled atop her and planted a leg firmly against the woman’s groin. Their bodies writhed together while exchanging open-mouthed kisses. Our guest said, “You’re only the second woman I’ve been with.” I learned later that day that my wife had told her on the phone a month or so before of her high school FLAG girl experiences in great detail. Each admitted they were mutually masturbating throughout that night’s narrative. The girl had confessed, “I would liked to have been there with you.” I assumed that was the “surprise” my wife promised, but more were to come. My wife had told her more about her life than just the FLAG girl stories. Ultimately another unanticipated event came about that even she didn’t anticipate.

Over the next fifteen minutes, each woman gasped in successive orgasms and lay naked side by side and holding hands. My wife was on her back and looking at the ceiling when she said, “I know you’re watching from the doorway. Take off your clothes and come in here.” Our guest giggled at that.

She motioned for me to stand alongside the bed and the girl sat up and took my dick in her mouth. Her head bobbed and her forehead bumped against my stomach as my wife sat behind her and watched with a smile. A minute passed before my wife said to me, “Get in bed with us and fuck her.” I said, “Seriously?” The girl responded, “Your wife told me several weeks ago she’s lifting her restrictions against your having sex with anyone else while I’m here.” She added that she wants to “finish what we started” the first time at the motel.

My wife said she was going to sit in the hot tub for awhile. She stopped at the doorway, turned about with a smile and said, “Have fun, kids.” I gave our guest a deep kiss and went down on her. She whimpered as she sighed, “I’ve wanted you so much. Fuck me.” Her eyes were wide and wild the moment my cock glided into her lubricated pussy. She squealed and screamed loudly as we fucked. My wife later told us she “loved it” and was masturbating at the sounds from our bedroom.

We sat in our hot tub around twenty minutes then drove to the city park’s lake where we fed the ducks and rented paddle wheel boats to explore the lake’s small island and the forested area on the lake’s far side. The two women were in one boat and I was in the other. At the tiny island, I pulled alongside them and we stepped onto the log dock.

The three of us leaned our elbows onto the railing and watched the water lapping up to the support logs and fish gathering below. Our guest asked me what my motivation was that motivated me to encourage my wife to have sex with others. I somehow came up with some explanations I wasn’t able to puzzle out on my own.

I said, “I get excitement from it, particularly when she tells me about her adventures. My wife has several interests that I can’t get excited about. I don’t collect stamps, don’t play golf or racquetball as my wife does and don’t care for fishing as one of her male friends does. Not long after she discovered the freedom and excitement in sex with others, I found she has been almost always sexually primed. Our sex life improved beyond anything I had before imagined. Even now, I often get weak-kneed when she narrates her tales or during the few times I have the opportunity to watch another man inside her.”

I don’t know why I hadn’t come up with those words when alone. I turned to her and said, “Does that make sense?”

She said, “Yeah, plenty. Since my soon-to-be fiance and I have been discussing a life along those lines, I think our minds are coming around to the same conclusion. I’ll tell you more when we’re back at your home.” My wife shot me a glance and knowing smile but didn’t offer a comment. I realized that she had already heard at least some of that story. Although she hadn’t mentioned it to me, I found later she had actually been giving advice to woman during the couple’s budding romance.

Returning home, we had a threesome and I masturbated as the women pleasured the other. That night, I again fucked my wife once our guest twice throughout the night. Around 2:00 a.m., as the three of us writhed as one in bed, she told my wife and me, “This is the best vacation of my life.” My wife said, “Mine too.” I didn’t respond verbally but nodded affirmatively when my wife said, “And I know it’s the best ever for my husband.”

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The three of us had sex individually and as a threesome the following morning. That afternoon, my wife phoned her 20-year-old boyfriend and talked with him and his college roommate Jack some twenty minutes when I and our guest were sunning naked on our patio. She clicked off her phone, joined us in the unoccupied lounge chair and said, “She and I are going over to see ‘my boys’ tonight at six. They’re anxious to meet her.”

That was my second surprise. She had set this up with her guys two weeks or more before. She asked if we wanted to go out for lunch, and we had sandwiches at a diner some fifteen minutes from our home. She took a sip of her drink, said “I’ve had a change of plans,” and called her boyfriend again on her cell phone. She told them that, instead of her and our guest coming to their place, they should come to our home. She added, “The two of you can stay all night if you want.”

When she returned her phone to her purse, I breathed an exasperated gasp and said, “You had mentioned a ‘surprise’ for me. I’m getting more than I expected.” Both women laughed. My wife said, “We intend to keep you happy.”

We spent the next few hours at the City museum and aquarium. When we returned home, both women prepared snacks and drinks and we watched a cable porn film. Because the guys would be at our home that evening, we didn’t have sex again. My wife entertained the other two of us with her high school days when having sex with her married neighbor, which I posted here in the past. Our guest said, “I envy your experiences.”

She went on to tell us about the doc she is now dating. He asked her if she would consider becoming engaged to him. When she expressed some reluctance, he asked why. She responded that she has a sexual past with two others, that she cannot be untruthful and that he should know that. He said he didn’t care but ultimately got around to asking whether she thought she might be unfaithful if she were married. She took awhile to respond but ultimately said, “Maybe. I can’t promise I wouldn’t.” They continued dating and eventually he inquired if she would consider marriage if he allowed her to date others.

She said to him that she would offer him the same freedom and asked what he thought about that. A couple of days went by before they discussed the issue in more depth. The weekend before she was to leave to visit us, they agreed they thought that would work. He mentioned it seems like something of a dream world. She went on, “So when I get back, I’m going to tell him about how you two are doing at this.”

My wife responded, “You can have him phone me if you like. I’ll tell him how it works for us. I wouldn’t want to go back to when we were monogamous.” They laughed together about that. My wife checked her watch and said, “The guys should be here in about a half hour.” Our guest went to take a shower before us and my wife told me she suggested the woman warn her guy that jealousy on the man’s part is common at the outset of these sexual encounters. In a phone call, she was told she did just that and the guy said he was sure he could handle it.

Her boyfriend and his roommate arrived a few minutes before six that afternoon. We talked as a group several minutes before my wife suggested all going to our hot tub and having a beer or soft drinks.

Our land-line phone rang and my wife got out of the tub to answer it. The wife of another sex buddy called to ask if she were interested in a day trip on their boat on Saturday, the following day.

I said at the outset here the story is complicated for the reason so much occurred during that visit. So that night and Saturday comprise another story when I can find time to write about it . . .

~ Des

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I have always considered that you and your wife had a good ,loving and understanding relationship. this is reflected on the down to earth and honest way you convey the diverse interconnections your wife has with her lovers, even the long term connection she treats her men in not telling them all about your union. You do talk a little of your own love making with her, It may seem strange but your interaction with her is one of the things I find sexy and would like more detail.
I am amazed that there is little reaction from you when followers get things wrong. I find so much in this thread to enjoy, and find this forum is enriched by your contribution.