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by Des 31 » Sat Oct 26, 2019 1:19 pm
My wife is visiting our insurance agent who phoned her an hour ago. Sexually charged following a visit by Beau’s parents last night, she accepted his request to come over to his place for a while. Theirs isn’t a particularly involved relationship. They get together as fuck-buddies two or three times a year. That gives me a couple of hours I hadn’t anticipated to fill in the rest of the happenings over the past few days. This could be a long posting, so I hereby extend my apologies should this become an excessive length.
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The parents of my wife’s boyfriend stayed over with us Friday night and it was, well, enlightening. I’ll get to that here if I have time, but there’s a bit more to tell about my wife’s three days and two nights away with her boss. I hadn’t heard the full story myself until Saturday night when we were wound up and fucking. It’s a bit long but if I included every detail she narrated, this would be equivalent to the longest magazine article I’ve ever written. Here’s the rest of that story:
My wife’s last night on the business trip with her boss was the most intriguing. She often gives him full body rub downs when they’re together and he reciprocates if she wishes. On their second night away, he asked if she was interested in getting a couples’ massage. They settled on an online ad for an Oriental salon and phoned for an appointment the following afternoon.
When that day’s conference ended, they took a taxi from his hotel to the place, a storefront operation five minutes away. The moment they entered the door, each realized the slightly gaudy establishment would better be described as a “massage parlor” than a typical salon. I had mentioned to her when she phoned that afternoon of the possibility it might be a hand-job operation. Near the receptionist’s desk, two young, attractive Korean women in racy Asian wear and a hunky white guy in white scrubs sat on couches awaiting customers.
He turned to my wife and said, “This okay with you?” She grinned and said, “Sure. I’m game if you are.” She hasn’t told him she has been to similar parlors as I have written her before, once with me and once once with her two regular young guys. The receptionist asked my wife whether she preferred a man or woman. She said she had asked for a man when they had phoned. The receptionist introduced them to the women and man and asked my wife’s boss is he had a preference. My wife thought either was appealing. He nodded to the nearest woman and they were escorted down a hall to a dressing room.
The man pointed to a shower stall if they wished, but both had showered before leaving the hotel. They stuffed their clothing into an assigned locker and, as instructed, laid face down on side-by-side upholstered tables. The two therapists soon returned and began working on their shoulders and backs. Her boss would later tell my wife he thought when the therapists first began that perhaps it was a typical massage salon after all.
The attendants carried on pleasant conversations as they kneaded their bodies. The woman asked if they were married. My wife responded before her boss, saying, “He’s my boss but we’re, well, very close.” The man and woman grinned in understanding. The man said, “That’s an enviable work arrangement."
Perhaps because of my wife’s frank admission, the attendants softened their touches, sliding their hands erotically along their legs and arms. Each was asked to turn over onto their backs. The male therapist’s hands ultimately glided over my wife’s breasts and slowly down to her shaved mound. The young, dark-haired slender woman’s hands found her boss’s cock, lifting it with one hand and stroking its upper side with the other. My wife’s breath quickened beneath his titillating touch. She looked to her boss and he stared back as each were hotly masturbated. His blood-engorged stalk rose to its full length. The woman smiled and complimented him on his impressive size. My wife giggled and responded, “I tell him that often. I like it too.”
He groaned as the woman’s hand tugged his tool with increasing rapidity. She unwrapped her blouse, exposing her breasts and leaning above his face. He opened his mouth to nurse a tit.
My wife sighed and moaned as the man’s fingers manipulated her clitoris. He stood alongside her and she reached out with her hand to grip the bulge beneath his scrubs. He loosened the belt to his pants and pulled them away. She brushed a hand against his naked thigh and moved it up until curling her fist around his stiff cock. She stroked it madly as he masturbated her. Her boss groaned. The attendant covered his cock with a towel a moment before his semen spilled into it. Within a minute, my wife announced breathlessly, “Oh,yeah, I’m cumming.” Her body shook and she cried out as the climax washed through her.
She uttered a “thank you,” to her therapist. The woman, with her hand grasping the boss’ deflating dick, looked over to her. She said, “Oh, it isn’t over. You paid for an hour.” She asked my wife to lay along her boss on his table and both attendants restarted the body rubs until her boss’ cock rose again to attention. The woman said, “Wouldn’t you like to fuck her?”
He rolled over and crawled between my wife’s legs. She grasped his pecker and guided it to her pussy. The female attendant removed her blouse and short skirt, then knelt in front of the male and took his cock in her mouth. As my wife’s boss pummeled her pussy, the woman’s head bobbed onto the hunky male’s cock. His eyes rolled in their sockets. Sighs and moans filled the room. My wife climaxed with a howl but her boss couldn’t cum again. He withdrew at the moment the male attendant announced he was cumming. The attendant couple thanked both for an “unusually good time,” dressed and left, saying they would see them before they left.
My wife and he showered together and dressed. Her boss talked a minute or so with the couple who had massaged them and gave each at $50 tip. They thanked him for the perk, but my wife said, “You both earned it. Best massage of my life.” Her boss laughed, agreed and said, “I try to keep her happy so she will keep working for me.” My wife joked, “I hope that isn’t the only reason.”
While awaiting a taxi outside the establishment, her boss said to her, “I’d like to have seen him fuck you.” She said, “I wouldn’t have. A guy that experienced could spread STDs, but I agree he’s a good looking guy.”
By coincidence, the taxi driver picking them up was the same Hispanic man who had driven them to the massage parlor. As he pulled away from the curb, he said, “How was it for you? I’ve been there too.” My wife laughed and said, “Even better than I’d imagined.” The driver said that in his opinion it was the best like it in town. They openly swapped their experiences at the place. My wife says she didn’t hold back anything. As the driver pulled up to the hotel entrance. He said, “You’re the best passengers I’ve had this year.” He got a big tip as did the massage therapists.
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His comment about wanting the man to have sex with my wife was a predicate for another offer. Back at his hotel room, he asked if she would be interested in having sex with both him and his dentist friend. The dentist had fucked her once at her boss’ encouragement and had told her boss he would like to have another threesome with them. When the dentist still owned a separate condo, my wife and her boss often used his place for sex after work hours. His friend then also used his condo rather than at his home for dates, but he has since sold it. He is now dating his 30-year-old, married office manager and has sex with her either as his place or or hers. Weekends are best for the guys
She was hesitant to accept their invitation for the reason she keeps most weekends open for me. She said, “I’d like that but I’ll need to check with my husband. If he’s traveling some weekend soon, I think we can set it up.”
I said that wouldn’t be a problem for me and added that if they wished to make it an all-night affair, I would be fine with that. She anticipates it will be no more than a few hours in an afternoon but thanked me for the all-night offer in the event the guys can do that. Neither the dentist nor his office manager considers that as a committed relationship. My wife has an appointment with him for her annual checkup in early November and said they should be able to arrange something to fit their schedules.
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My wife hasn’t yet called from whatever she’s doing with our insurance agent, so here are the particulars on our Friday-night visitors:
My wife’s 20-year-old boyfriend’s parents visited with us last night and early this afternoon. They were at our place overnight but will stay through Monday in a downtown hotel and spend time with their son and his roommate Jack. My wife offered them our master bedroom but they insisted on staying in the guest room.
The four of us went out to a nearby Italian restaurant for around two and a half hours, then returned home. After an hour’s conversation, my wife asked if they cared to sit and talk in our patio’s hot tub. The weather was only around 60 but without wind, and my wife set the temperature down on the tub controls so we could comfortably stay in it longer than our typical fifteen minutes. She had already swam nude with them and their son at their home, so our sitting naked with them in the hot tub wasn’t unexpected. A high stone fence surrounds our property so our distant neighbors can’t see us when we’re on the patio or walking around the back yard.
Much of our talk was about ordinary things. They were taken with our rather unusual survival-like home with its underground bomb shelter, which has been remodeled to be more like a two-room apartment. Aside from some remodeling, we had nothing to do with the home’s 1960s design; it was conceived by its original owner, a retired engineer. Had his widow, who sold the place to us when moving to an Arizona retirement home, not sold it to us at an extreme bargain, we couldn’t then have afforded it.
Beau’s mom sat next to me in the hot tub, across from my wife sitting next to her husband. She said, “We’re thrilled about your relationship with our son,” and both went on with remarks mentioned above in response to an OHW member.
I mentioned my wife had told me about the conversation with her at their home during Beau’s 20th birthday party. But I still couldn’t wrap my head around their enthusiastic approval. Her husband grinned and said, “Yeah, I get that. There’s a reason. My wife wanted to tell you about how that came about.”
The woman said, “Our history is something like yours.” She explained she doesn’t consider her and her husband to be like most people. When they were in their late 20s, her husband became interested in swinging and over several months did his best to talk her into having sex with other couples. Finally, she agreed to try it once and they answered an ad in a swingers magazine they picked up at an adult book store. Internet contacts advertising interesting couples weren't then common.
The couple lived about 40 miles from their home and they drove over to meet them. She found the husband to be exciting and his wife was an attractive woman two years older than her. She sat on a couch with the other man and her husband and wife sat in chairs across from them. After some minutes had passed, the woman stood and planted a kiss on Beau’s dad. They had sex in separate bedrooms and the next morning, she was entirely on board with this new adventure.
They fucked their new acquaintances just once more over a month or two. They learned that making permanent friends with swinging couples isn’t that easy in that it’s a four-way relationship and not all the parties involved are socially or personally compatible. They placed their own ad in the magazine and over the course of the following two years met more than a dozen couples who responded. Most were local, a few were visitors to their area.
As Beau was then getting older, they began cutting back on their sexual activities. Although their final ad was several months old, a younger, single man’s response was forwarded to them by the magazine. Both were intrigued and they phoned him. He was a 24-year-old public school teacher who had been working the past year for the local elementary school. They had threesomes with him off and on for more than a year.
This led to a few more encounters with the woman dating single or divorced men, although the others were relatively short term. Her husband liked that very much. Their reasons for stopping altogether were complicated but, among their reasons, was it seemed to become increasingly difficult explaining to their son why his mother was away at times.
When they learned Beau was dating a married woman, they could easily relate to that. They recalled the younger school teacher telling her how much she had taught him about life and women.
There was a bit more she told us but the above pretty much told it all for me. I said, “I think you’re right about the two of you being much like us.” The difference is that only my wife has been in swinging circumstances. I haven’t,and she has problems about my being involved with another woman. I’ve explained that here before, so there’s no need in repeating all that.
My wife told them one facet of their backgrounds was essentially the same as ours. The other woman was involved in an affair that preceded their swinging. She had told my wife about the affair when she visited with them and their son at their home. My wife’s motivation also came about following an affair with a coworker and my asking her to have sex with other men for a year before that.
As she and my wife talked about our experiences, it was becoming clear to all those revelations were creating a sexual excitation among us. My wife surprised me by telling them about her experiences with her high school’s all-girl FLAG club. The woman alongside me curled her fist around my dick. Beneath our hot tub’s bubbling water, I didn’t then realize my wife was also jerking off the woman’s husband as she went on with her story.
Her hand pumped my dick with increasing rapidity and my wife was stroking the husband’s cock without the slightest break in her entertaining narrative. I was cumming hard within two or three minutes. I didn’t know her husband was also masturbated until after breakfast this morning when all confessed our experiences. We were sitting on our back patio when my wife and her husband said they should tell us. We admitted the same, and all of us laughed about it. His wife said she had realized they were doing it and that was her reason for reaching for my tool. I was clueless and thinking I’d gotten away with something until their mutual revelations.
Following that, around eight-thirty this morning, there seemed to be no bar against the most intimate parts of our life histories. My wife didn’t tell about all her guys but felt comfortable in admitting her ongoing affair with her boss. Both parents liked that and the husband said, “You’re making me wish I was ten years younger.”
As they were within a half hour of leaving to check into the main downtown hotel, he said the two of them would like to become close friends. My wife responded she already considered them just that and would love it. I agreed and it was sincere.
They live too far away to see them often, but I’m sure we will enjoy their company as often as we can get together. My wife and I have people we consider acquaintances, but true friends are hard to find. She told me as the couple was driving away, “That was great. They fit the bill for people I’d like to be friends with.” I told her I felt the same and thought that was one of the best visits we’ve ever had.
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My wife just phoned and said she will leaving the guy’s place in about around 7:30 p.m. I thought it best not to ask what else they'll be doing during that time.
I’ve told about all I recall at the moment anyway, so I’ll quit here and straighten up the place before she gets home. She will have a hat-full to talk about from the past several days while I’m fucking her tonight.
I didn’t take time to edit this for brevity or typos, so I hope all that above wasn’t too much to hold anyone’s interest. This is more like my ongoing personal journal. If I had more time, I probably could have cut it to about a third of all this.
~ Des - 5:15 p.m.
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Des 31 on Mon Oct 28, 2019 10:02 am, edited 4 times in total.
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I hope you have an interesting and fun weekend with Beau's parents. I'm anxious to hear what she has to tell you two this evening!!!! Please don't leave us in mid-stroke tonight!!! Ok... I guess I'll survive till Saturday morning!! 
I think you are going to have a great weekend!!! 
