My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

Thanks for your usual well written and exciting update!!! E sure stays busy!!! I don't know that I've ever known, personally, a woman that has that much sex with different men. I STILL am amazed when I read your posts about her and also you as well, about the dynamics of your marriage!! Thanks again for the updates!

Rascal

[subtoall]

Beau and Jack are the luckiest bros on the planet. After you of course.

[Des 31]

Des,

Thanks for your usual well written and exciting update!!! . . . Thanks again for the updates!

Rascal

I suppose you could thank my wife instead of me for the details. But I received a PM a couple of weeks ago who concluded that most of whatever I write must be fiction, apparently because of the detailed descriptions since I'm most often not present during her hookups. I don't get many like that, but that comment has come up before.

I don't respond to that issue anymore but thank all who write for their comments. I'm pleased that you and at least some others appreciate it, but his PM is another example that there's no way to please everyone. So I just please myself and whoever likes reading about her life. But that's just me. I do it the way I like.

You also mentioned her frequency with other guys. She's again talking about cutting back on new guys or stopping meeting new men altogether. I understand her reasons, and either way is fine with me. Thanks to you and Subtoall for your comments . . .

~ Des

[ericsacto]

Haters gonna hate. Just keep on posting updates. I for one love reading the sensual exploits of your wife.

[samlowen]

I’m already looking forward to the recap of this weekend’s visit with the architect and his erector set.

[54321]

LOVE this thread!

54321

[hattersfan]

Love to hear what happened at the weekend bank party....and if the secretary’s husband is on your wife’s ‘to do’ list

[Des 31]

Love to hear what happened at the weekend bank party....and if the secretary’s husband is on your wife’s ‘to do’ list

Hi. Just got up and checked in here. I'm on my last morning at a hotel near our client's office and about to finish up a draft after a day and a half with their principals. The weekend bank party wasn't a sexy story like others here but since you asked, I'll summarize it a bit. It was pretty much like any outdoor business social gathering at the club my wife and her boss belong. This was held for a limited number of staff as an outdoor Memorial Day weekend each year hereafter; other parties for the entire staff are held three times a year. I met a few from her place I hadn't encountered before but spent most of our time with her boss and their secretary. The three of us watched and talked mostly about the behaviors of several we observed as he had promised and said, "You'll find this interesting." He pointed or nodded toward various groups crowding around my wife, his wife and his secretary. The four of us didn't stay for the entire party but were there for a few hours.

He said what they're doing is common around the workplace as well. "They're sucking up to your and my wives and our executive secretary. Their unstated intent is assuming either will be talking to me or the board members about how personable or whatever other qualities they want to portray. He estimated some fifteen percent of the staff are overly ambitious. He said, "In some ways, that actually works here as it probably does in most companies." I had been told by their secretary at her home that almost all employees look up to my wife and I had realized that had much to do with her close professional relationship with the organization's president but I hadn't personally seen what that was like until seeing it. Her boss and the secretary said people-watching is something of a hobby for them and they have made that an occasional past time for my wife as well over the past few months. She hadn't told me that so that was another facet of her work life I hadn't before known.

* * *

Funny you mentioned the secretary's husband. That came up as the secretary and I were watching some at the club's driving range. She had recently invited my wife to their home sometime late this month or the first of October, dependent on what weekend I will be traveling and which night corresponds with a night she will be with a book club. The details aren't yet worked out, but the three of them will have dinner at their home and the secretary will thereafter leave her husband and my wife at their home as she leaves to attend her monthly book club meeting. So yes, he's on my wife's "to do" list. I had known she planned to visit them but didn't know as much as I was then told.

I'm going downstairs for breakfast, then work a while in my room before heading back home around 11:00. Should arrive sometime between 2:00 and 3:00 this afternoon and I'll be hearing about her past two nights. I watched images from our living room and bedroom security cameras about an hour Friday night on my lap top, but on Thursday she and the architect guy were at his hotel so I don't know much yet about how that went. I'll likely get around to writing that here in a few days as time allows.

~ Des

[ericsacto]

We have some friends that were telling us their neighbors host a “book club” which really is a swingers party. Any guys at your wife’s book club?

[Des 31]

We have some friends that were telling us their neighbors host a “book club” which really is a swingers party. Any guys at your wife’s book club?

I'll need to correct my words there. It's their secretary I was talking about who attends a the book club. Sorry about that, but occasionally I unintentionally misstate things in my rapid typing here. (Thank you for pointing that out. I'll edit and correct that now . . . But the secretary has invited my wife to attend one of those book club meetings with her, and she might do that in the near future.)

But no, they're not swingers, just a group of women who get together socially and talk about books they're reading and whatever they get out of those.

* * * Just got home from my trip a short while ago but haven't heard yet about my wife's past two nights. I phoned her when I was nearing our home and she woke up. She said she hadn't slept more than three hours for two nights straight and would probably be sleeping when I arrived. I asked if it went well, and she said, "Couldn't have been better. I'll tell you all about it later." She heard me when I looked in on her in the bedroom, opened her eyes, and said, "You'll really like hearing this. I'm just too tired right now," and nodded off again. She must have had a great time. I'm looking forward to hearing it.

Des

[Des 31]

A recollection occurred to me on my way to work this morning. This happened a few months back but I hadn’t at the time posted it here in our ongoing thread.

My wife came home on a night around 10:30 with a comment I hadn’t heard before. She has been having an affair with her boss for a long while now. His wife and kids were away for that weekend. He walked into her office early in the day and asked if she could come over to his place for a few hours after work.

They had fucked twice that night but were together at his home for some five hours while I was home jacking off just thinking about the two. Her comment when she walked through the front door still comes to my mind. She smiled and said, “Enjoy your hand tonight?”

I thought that was funny at the time, which was her intention. But when I think about it now, I almost immediately get an erection. I’m not sure why I have that reaction but her off-handed remark still stirs my imagination.

[samlowen]

Has she or any of her lovers ever bought you lotion to help keep your hands in tip top shape? It happened to me once when a lover brought my wife wine and chocolate and I received a new bottle of pump action hand lotion with a bath towel.

[rascalnvixen]

Has she or any of her lovers ever bought you lotion to help keep your hands in tip top shape? It happened to me once when a lover brought my wife wine and chocolate and I received a new bottle of pump action hand lotion with a bath towel.

[subtoall]

They had fucked twice that night but were together at his home for some five hours while I was home jacking off just thinking about the two. Her comment when she walked through the front door that still comes to my mind. She smiled and said, “Enjoy your hand tonight?”

I thought that was funny at the time, which was her intention. But when I think about it now, I almost immediately get an erection. I’m not sure why I have that reaction but her off-handed remark still stirs my imagination.

Yes! And Des begins to reveal to himself and the world his otherwise concealed submissive/(masochistic?) nature. As a trained reporter, your posts here dutifully stick to facts and rarely plumb the depths of your psyche but you can't fool this crowd for long. That's ok, we always knew you had it in ya!

You're in good company.

[rascalnvixen]

They had fucked twice that night but were together at his home for some five hours while I was home jacking off just thinking about the two. Her comment when she walked through the front door that still comes to my mind. She smiled and said, “Enjoy your hand tonight?”

I thought that was funny at the time, which was her intention. But when I think about it now, I almost immediately get an erection. I’m not sure why I have that reaction but her off-handed remark still stirs my imagination.

Yes! And Des begins to reveal to himself and the world his otherwise concealed submissive/(masochistic?) nature. As a trained reporter, your posts here dutifully stick to facts and rarely plumb the depths of your psyche but you can't fool this crowd for long. That's ok, we always knew you had it in ya!

You're in good company.

you guys are thinking the same thoughts as I!!! But you are on the keyboard faster than I!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

They had fucked twice that night but were together at his home for some five hours while I was home jacking off just thinking about the two. Her comment when she walked through the front door that still comes to my mind. She smiled and said, “Enjoy your hand tonight?”

I thought that was funny at the time, which was her intention. But when I think about it now, I almost immediately get an erection. I’m not sure why I have that reaction but her off-handed remark still stirs my imagination.

Yes! And Des begins to reveal to himself and the world his otherwise concealed submissive/(masochistic?) nature. As a trained reporter, your posts here dutifully stick to facts and rarely plumb the depths of your psyche but you can't fool this crowd for long. That's ok, we always knew you had it in ya!

You're in good company.

you guys are thinking the same thoughts as I!!! But you are on the keyboard faster than I!!

Rascal

I think you guys may have solved a hidden personality mystery for me. The more I thought about that, it made sense. Who knew?

[rascalnvixen]

They had fucked twice that night but were together at his home for some five hours while I was home jacking off just thinking about the two. Her comment when she walked through the front door that still comes to my mind. She smiled and said, “Enjoy your hand tonight?”

I thought that was funny at the time, which was her intention. But when I think about it now, I almost immediately get an erection. I’m not sure why I have that reaction but her off-handed remark still stirs my imagination.

Yes! And Des begins to reveal to himself and the world his otherwise concealed submissive/(masochistic?) nature. As a trained reporter, your posts here dutifully stick to facts and rarely plumb the depths of your psyche but you can't fool this crowd for long. That's ok, we always knew you had it in ya!

You're in good company.

you guys are thinking the same thoughts as I!!! But you are on the keyboard faster than I!!

Rascal

I think you guys may have solved a hidden personality mystery for me. The more I thought about that, it made sense. Who knew?

Don't get the wrong idea Des, (I know you won't!) but we still love and respect you for the guy you are, whatever labels are tossed about!!! OH! While I have the floor, how did things go this past weekend?? Next weekend is just around the corner and I'd hate to see you get behind in your reports!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Has she or any of her lovers ever bought you lotion to help keep your hands in tip top shape? It happened to me once when a lover brought my wife wine and chocolate and I received a new bottle of pump action hand lotion with a bath towel.

That was funny. Thanks. No, that hasn't happened to me, but the suggestion of hand lotion sounds like a good idea. I'll keep that in mind.

~ Des

[Observer1931]

Hi Des did I miss the architect story or have you posted it yet?

[Des 31]

Hi Des did I miss the architect story or have you posted it yet?

It's a-coming. Have heard it four times and I'm glad I didn't tell about that the first time she told me. Got better each time I asked for a repeat.

[Des 31]

On Wednesday, the night before I left for my trip, my wife stopped off at a wig store after work and purchased an acrylic, shoulder-length blond wig. When I arrived home from the office that night, she greeted me at the door in the wig and her rose-tinted aviator sunglasses she wears when driving. I was set back a moment, then laughed and said she was so unrecognizable I thought for a moment we had a guest at our home. She grinned and said, “That’s the idea.” She said she intends to wear both when visiting the two college students in the event anyone she knows should spot her coming or going at their apartment. I pointed out that seems an unlikely happening, but she added, “I might have other occasions I want to wear it, like when I meet the architect at his hotel tomorrow.” As whacky as it sounded to me at first, I agreed that actually seemed a good idea.

* * *

She and the architect finally had sex. He was in town to present his drawings for the bank’s out-of-town branch office last Friday. Both admitted they had been looking forward to it, hoping the other’s subtle messages had been correctly interpreted and that each wouldn’t change their minds. I’ve since heard her story four times with increasingly graphic details that caused my semen to detonate into her hot cunt at every narration. I watched about an hour Friday night on my laptop in my hotel room, thanks to our home surveillance cams, but that was their second night together. Their first pairing was at his hotel.

Thursday afternoon around 3:00, my wife received a call at her office on her cell phone. He called to say he had checked into the hotel two blocks north of her bank rather than the hotel across the street. He asked her to meet him for a drink at the hotel’s downstairs lounge after work. She left the office at 4:15, parked in the hotel’s underground garage, donned her wig and took the elevator up to the first floor. She wore a beige pants suit and a white, buttoned blouse. Attired in an off-white pilot-style shirt and khakis, he met her in the lobby and they had mixed drinks. Neither said a word about sex. They chatted a half-hour about her husband and his ex-wife until he invited her up to see his room.

My wife had told me for days she was increasingly eager to see him again. On the previous weekend, she had a dream he was fucking her. Dreams of sex with other men aren’t a common occurrence for her, but she told me when awakening she found it exciting and wished she had more dreams like that. By the time they were in his room, her hormones were raging. She said his eyes and tone of voice told her his sexual urges were similarly seething, bordering on turbulence.

He’s at or near her 5’11” height with hazel eyes and a fit physique. He liked her "blond hair," but she removed the wig and laid it on a table alongside the couch. He rubbed a hand across his smooth scalp and said he had been going bald at an early age and has since shaved his head. She said, “I like it. You have a good-shape head for that.” She found him as personable and interesting at their first out-of-town meetings and even more so this time for reasons she couldn’t decide. “Perhaps,” she said, “it was lust. I was hot even when driving over to the hotel.”

His digs were a two-room suite with a balcony looking out to the street below where she easily spotted the bank two blocks away. Their conversations by phone had pretty much cemented an understanding they would be having sex, but they didn’t immediately rush into it. He plopped onto the couch alongside her and asked if she cared to see the branch office’s revised drawings. She had been told little would be changed from the originals and preferred waiting to see his finals at Friday’s presentation. Their conversation was typical banter having nothing to do with their feelings of the moment. They talked about what her husband was like, his ex-wife and my wife’s fascination with a brand-name watch on his wrist. She asked why his watch was on his right wrist. I hadn’t before known that left-handed people wear watches on their dominant-opposite wrist because it’s easier for them to wind that way. It seems I’m always learning new things through hearing her experiences.

When he held his watch out, she touched his wrist and their reaction was like a sensual electric shock. Her pussy pulsed and her body shivered. She curled her fist around his hand and each stared at the other in lustful anticipation. He placed a hand to her cheek and kissed her fully on the lips. She responded fervently, her arms encircling his neck. He removed her blouse and nursed a breast. She stood and removed her clothing as he did the same. Naked, they scurried to the bedroom where they embraced. She reached for his blood-engorged dick. He turned her about, urging her to brace her hands onto the top of the dresser. He guided his stiff pole to her cunt from the rear. As his dickhead penetrated her pussy, she cried out in a long, wanton wail, “Oh my goddd!” Her cunt creamed as his broad cock sank full-depth. Her teeth clenched tightly, her mouth opening in a wide “oh.” He thrust hurriedly. Her hips gyrated rhythmically and she moaned at his assault. She whimpered, “I’ve wanted it so much.” He fervently plowed my wife’s furrow until she screamed in her first climax.

As she was telling me this the first night I returned home, I was fucking her wildly and said it seemed her sex with him was her best ever. It certainly seemed that way to me. She sobbed and whined, “Oh yeah, it was as thrilling as anything I remember.” At her response, an explosion seemed to detonate in my brain and I hotly increased my tempo. Our bodies rocked together and she said, “Ohmigod, this makes you happy, doesn’t it? I hope I can remember it all,” and she went on with her story, punctuated with moans and whimpers.

His cock protruding straight and strong, he withdrew and she sat her butt onto the dresser. Standing, he swooped his hands wide to part her legs and gazed madly into her eyes. His stalk plunged into her cunt and he frantically fucked her. She repeatedly uttered, “Yes! Yes!” To remain steady amid his pummeling, she pressed her feet tightly against his calves and gripped his forearms with her fists.

She stared wildly at him, her eyes wide open as his cock battered her pussy. He returned her feral gaze with red-streaked eyeballs and groaned, “I’m gonna cum soon!” She sobbed, “Oh fuck yeah, do it. Do it good.” His semen rocketed through his cock and gushed into her channel. Her body shuddered and tears streaked her cheek as his lava erupted into her.

Wiping her eyes with a sweep of a hand, she stammered, “That was wondrous.” He kissed her deeply and rolled aside. She placed a leg between his thighs and stroked his deflating cock. She asked if he cared to spend Friday night at our place. He agreed and she added, “Whenever tomorrow’s meeting is over, I’ll head home and wait for you.” She offered directions but he reminded her she had previously given her home address on the phone and he would use his car’s GPS.

He said, “I’m glad your husband picked these days to be away on business.” She bit into her lip and, after a moment’s silence, said, “There’s something I should tell you.” Up to that moment, she hadn’t been sure she would mention it but decided to be up-front with him. She said, “I told him you and I would likely be having sex. He’s understanding about that or, more accurately, is excited over it.” He raised his eyebrows and said, “Tell me more about that.” She explained our mutual understanding, that it had been at been my encouragement, which she enthusiastically agreed. She didn’t tell him there have been other men before but said, “I hope that doesn’t turn you off. I thought it best to be honest about it.”

He thought a moment, then smiled and said, “Actually, I like that. I can even understand it,” and thanked her for the confession. She went on, “But if you and I have sex at our home, he would like to see it recorded on our home surveillance cameras. I’ll understand if you instead prefer your hotel room.”

He wanted to know more about me and she was (almost) fully forthcoming. But it wasn’t until fucking her a second time that he told her, “I’ll meet you at your place tomorrow. I’m okay with that.”

Friday’s office presentation lasted no more than an hour, much sooner than my wife or he anticipated. He and she carried on a previously planned disagreement they settled for the satisfaction of the four others attending. The group congratulated my wife and the architect for the results. He returned to his hotel to get his gear and later leave to meet my wife at our home.

I had finished up my work early in the day and was in my hotel room when she phoned from the bank’s parking garage. She went on talking most of her way home. I told her I would be eagerly watching on my laptop and hoped that didn’t distract the two of them. She said, “When I and anyone else are fucking, we don’t think about that. It’s just forgotten for a time.”She has told me that before. I can’t say I fully understand that dynamic, but she has convinced me that’s the way it is when having sex.

They were in our living room when I stripped naked and logged on to our cams. They were in a nude embrace, her groin pressed tightly against his. His left hand stroked her cheek. I thought I noticed her tremble but the lighting was dim. She led him down our hallway to the bedroom, where I watched in even dimmer light from the camera positioned at our dresser’s top. She lay back on our bed and he went down on her. She looked to the direction of another hidden camera, then toward the dresser and mouthed words I couldn’t make out. She would later tell me she was saying to me, “I hope your hand is keeping you happy.” From that moment, her attention was totally on him. He knelt between her thighs and fucked her. Amid their moans and sighs, he was as animated as I’ve ever seen. Her hips gyrated as he fucked her. Her heels kicked his buttocks as he jack-hammed her cunt.

I jerked off but was cumming within minutes as she screamed like a panther in a heated chase.

Time passed rather quickly for me, but I think I watched most of an hour as he fucked her in different positions, stopping for a time. He lay stilled atop her. They talked and mutually caressed during the interim. After their second session, they sat with their backs to bed. I closed down my laptop. She would later tell me she told him she wished she smoked because she would be taking slow drags on a cig after that. He laughed at her remark and said, “It isn’t over. We have all night.” She told me later at home that she didn't really want a cigarette but instead fantasized she was smoking while sucking his dick. I liked that.

I logged back in a couple of times before going to sleep, but they were then out of bed, in our kitchen and living room, but she later told they fucked several times throughout the night. He left around ten p.m. Saturday morning and she phoned me to confirm when I would be home. She said she hadn’t much sleep the past two nights and might be in bed when I arrived.

She was right. I checked in on her in our bedroom. Her eyes were puffy, a bit red, and she mumbled she was too tired to talk at the moment. But over the next three nights, she narrated three extended tales of his fucking her and I was cumming hard each time. I told her I loved it. She grinned as I lay exhausted alongside her and said, “It was incredible. Even more than I hoped for.” That's what I consider a great night for each of us.

I was curious as to whether they planned to get together again soon and often, but she said that isn’t likely. He had asked the same question and she told him their homes are too far apart and her work and other circumstances didn’t allow the time. She saw no point in telling him about her regular guys and added, “I don’t need another ongoing relationship. I liked the sex but I’m not looking for a romantic connection. You’re my only ‘real’ guy.”

She has said that to me before, but I responded that I’m glad she had a great time. She said, “I know. It’s really for both of us.” Before she could add her usual follow-up joke, I completed her often-said remark with, “But it’s mostly for you.” She laughed and said, “Yeah, it is.”

That’s the way I like it. I hope it stays that way for a long time to come.

* * *

Add- on, after reconsideration: I left Thursday afternoon and will return Sunday. My wife stayed over Friday and Saturday nights with her two college guys. I spoke with her by phone last night and she said a part of that visit was a bit different. Jack has a friend at their school who had told him and Beau he wanted to meet her as I think I mentioned here before, and he dropped by their apartment for an hour or so on Saturday. I mentioned I thought she had turned Jack down when he had previously told her his friend wanted to meet her, but she said she changed her mind. I asked the most obvious question, but she laughed, saying, “No, I didn’t have sex with the guy but I’ll tell you about it when you get home.” I’m not sure what kind of story that might be. Sounded as if it’s probably nothing but if it’s worthwhile telling, I’ll let you know.

[Des 31]

I shouldn't have phoned my wife from my hotel room this morning at 9 a.m. Her cell phone rang several times before she answered and I should have taken that as a clue she was otherwise engaged. She is still at the younger guys' apartment until tomorrow morning and answered the phone when on her knees as Beau was fucking her. She sighed and moaned as we talked no more than a minute or so. She said Beau's roommate Jack had gone out for donuts. I felt some anxiety and embarrassment that I had phoned at the wrong time and apologized for interrupting them. But she said, "It's okay, call me back whenever you go to lunch today."

The moment before clicking off her cell phone, she screamed, "Oh fuck yes!" Not sure exactly what brought that on, but I had to go jerk off. I felt really small as a result of my interrupting them. I messed up and privately hoped she considered talking to me not particularly important at that time. I realize that at times like that I'm pretty much irrelevant. One of the guys is probably still fucking her.


~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

I wouldn't worry about making that phone call, at all!!! If she didn't want to talk to you, she wouldn't have answered when she saw it was you. The fact that she DID answer while she was getting fucked tells me several things. First, that she respects you and loves you enough that when you called she felt she should answer because what you have to say to her IS important!! Second, that she is comfortable enough with your relationship that she didn't hesitate to talk to you while she was being fucked by Beau. AND third, that she is comfortable enough with him to take your call without question and show him her respect for you, her HUSBAND. Answering your call was just as natural as breathing to her. In my book, that says a LOT about you and her!!! You, my friend, are in a good place with that woman!!

Rascal

[samlowen]

I agree with Rascal. Unless she specifically tells you not to call between certain times you have no reason to ever worry about interrupting them.

[Des 31]

I’m back in my hotel room and talked twice more today by phone with my wife. I told her to expect me to be home around 1:00 p.m. Sunday. It’s a two-and-a-half-hour drive. I apologized again for interrupting her this morning but she insisted that wasn’t a problem and I should feel free to call anywhere at any time.

I asked what that yelp was as she signed off. She laughed and said she didn’t realize she was still on the line at that moment. Beau’s dick was in her the minute or so we talked, but he had slowed down when she answered my call. When she was turning off her cell phone, he began fucking her rapidly. She had sex with both the guys earlier that morning and Beau lasted a long time at their second session, probably an hour. I’m persistently impressed by her guys’ stamina and endurance.

She took both to a diner near their school for a late lunch. A woman who works for a downtown retailer near her bank spotted them and came over to chat alongside their booth. She had met the woman when shopping at the department store where the woman works. My wife introduced Beau and Jack as her “nephews,” which worked well in that the woman asked no questions about whether they were locals, visiting or anything else about them. She commented, “I can see the family resemblance,” which gave the three a laugh after the woman had left the diner. Jack said, “I’m going to start referring to you as my aunt. My wife responded sensuously, “Actually, I like that idea. Considering the nature our friendship, it sounds so sexily verboten.” On their way back to their apartment, each jokingly began their sentences with “Aunt _____,” when talking to her. Beau commented the thought added an entirely new dimension to their relationship.

During a conversation at their apartment Friday night, they told her neither of them had ever been to an all-nude entertainment bar. She asked if they wanted to visit one with her tonight. She will first drive them to our home so she can change clothes and drive from there to an upscale nude lounge at the town south of us. She and I were there about a year ago.

She inquired that since Jack and Beau are about my size whether I would mind if she loaned them a couple of my sport coats for the night. I asked about her attire. She plans on wearing her full-length red dress, slit at the side from the waist to her heels. The dress was a gift by a fuck-buddy but she has worn it only twice when she and I were out. Its revealing style doesn’t allow underclothing. She hasn’t decided whether to wear higher heels for the reason that would make her a few inches taller than either of the guys, but I opined I was sure they wouldn’t care. I said, “If anyone at the lounge asks about your relationship, you can tell them you’re their aunt.” She laughed and said that might be fun.

A body-rub parlor is located a block from that lounge and she told them she would cover the fees and tips for them if they’re interested in checking it out when they leave the bar. They expressed they were uncomfortable with her picking up all the tabs. She convinced them that’s not a problem, saying, “You’re both worth much more than that to me. We’re like ‘family’ aren’t we?” She said she probably could have added that they’re worth more than that to me too. I liked the idea and said I’d be interested in hearing how that goes tonight. I know the place for the reason I too was once a customer last year while my wife at first watched from a chair in the same room. The Asian body rub attendant invited her to assist her. Although we haven’t since returned, it was . . . well, memorable. I’m sure it will be for them as well. If I were in their circumstances, I’d never forget it.

She didn’t talk much about their three-way sex the past couple of days other than mentioning she lost count of how many times the two were fucking her. The guys slept on each side of her and awakened her sometime during the night when both entered her at the same time. That fired my imagination but she said, “It’s been a fun visit, but anything I could tell you when you get home won’t be much different from what you’ve heard before.”

I didn’t admit my notion that her comment wasn’t quite right. If nothing else, I want to hear all about tonight’s outing. I asked whether she thought they’ll be too tired for sex when the three get back to the guys’ apartment. She said, “Maybe I’ll have them overnight at our home instead.” And after a moment’s reflection, she added, “But don’t worry about a mess. I’ll make sure they help me straighten up before I take them back to their place.”

That was the last thing on my mind. I wasn’t worried. To me, it seems like a good time for all. When we were about to sign off about fifteen minutes ago, she joked, “You know what we’ll be doing before the morning comes. I hope your hand is hot tonight.” It will be - pumping hard, within minutes of logging off here.

Hearing comments like that, I realize my wife knows me well.

~ Des