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by Des 31 » Sun Mar 22, 2020 11:11 am
Saturday evening: (continued from above)
The sun was setting. It’s sufficiently warm here, so Jack and I sat in the patio’s hot tub for twenty or thirty minutes. He had me talking more about myself than I’m normally comfortable with. I was raised essentially as a rootless kid whose dad was frequently transferred around by his corporation, from the Midwest where I was born to the Northeast to the Mid-south. My college years were the longest I’d ever lived in one place. It took more than half my life for me to understand who or what I really am.
He said, “Maybe that’s why I can relate to you better than with most.” I knew what he meant. Jack is sociable but with loner tendencies. He was raised in a rural area, far from other homes. Being alone much of the time, he took up math on his own as I did writing. When in school, I noticed the same attributes with kids from military families who moved around a lot. People raised like us are often a bit different. Among other ways, we are not in the position of developing hometown-pride or having lifelong friends like my wife, her boss or Jack’s roommate Beau. If I hadn’t been in scouting where I first began to observe others’ social behavior and marrying Gigi, I could easily have become a loner.
We dried off and sat naked on towels laid across our couch cushions and tuned to a porn channel. When he began stroking at a hot scene, I followed his lead. That must have been a sight, two guys in a dim room, sitting alongside the other and jerking our dicks.
When the movie ended and I turned off the TV and sound bar, he said, “How did you come around to allow Gigi to have sex with other guys?” I told him it took a while before she went along with it, but that I have kept a journal of all that. I said, “Want to read about how it started?” He laughed and blurted out in a tone as if the answer should be obvious, “Well, yeahhh. . .”
I picked up my laptop from our home office’s desk, flicked off the overhead light and we sat with our backs to the headboard on the master bedroom’s bed. I turned on the laptop, pulled up the word document and scrolled to the second entry of her affair with her then-coworker. He set the computer on his lap and began reading, interspersed with his comments like, “This is fucking hot.” Like other entries in my journal, the details of that event are pretty much like that written in my second post in this thread.
Jack’s dick became blood-engorged as he scrolled down and ultimately was stiffly pointing to the ceiling. He curled his fist around his stick and stroked slowly as he read. He said, “This makes more sense to me now.” He glanced over to me and added, “Whenever I get married, I want a woman like your wife.”
I said, “Take your time and look around. You’ll find the right one.” When he finished with the narrative, I scrolled down a bit further until finding her history with that first young guy, also a college student with who she had an affair for three years. Jack’s eyes rolled in their sockets as he came to the end and said, “I know exactly how that guy felt.”
I didn’t wish to share more of her history with Jack. Gigi has confessed to both the guys she has, or has had, sex with others. But for various reasons, she confided little more than that. Turning off the laptop, I set it on the bedside table. Jack laid his head on the opposite pillow and jerked off. He said, “I wish she was here now.” My own cock had swelled and I lay alongside him and we jerked off together. I asked what he liked best about sex with my wife.
As he talked about his youthful excitation on the first occasion he fucked her, I knew I would soon be cumming. I confessed, “She tells me you’re energetic and last a long time.” His hips wrenched and he said, “Oh fuck, I can’t hold back.” My body shuddered and I said, “I’m about to cum too.” His lava shot up and out a moment before mine. We each groaned and turned to our sides. He suggested perhaps he should return to his apartment.
I was about to go get a couple of beers from the fridge, but the bedside phone rang. The screen ID showed it was my wife’s cell phone.
Her first remarks were, “I’m alone in my room for a few minutes. How are you guys getting along?” I said, “You might say we bonded as buddies. He’s sitting alongside me at the moment.” I mentioned his nearby presence for the reason Jack was unaware her weekend business trip was with her boss. She won’t share any information about her and her boss’ sexual relationship and couldn’t then update me about whatever the two had been doing.
She told me she was staying in a small hotel’s room and would be joining “the other executive” at the Saturday morning meeting. That hadn’t been their original plan. Given what her boss had since learned about the corporate culture and his and her effectiveness as a team, he changed his mind. She asked to speak with Jack a minute or so. They traded intimate remarks and said she was glad he was staying with me. He glanced over to me, grinned and said, “Yeah, me too.”
They talked several minutes longer than she and I had. She had several messages, including having checked her email earlier and received a message the dojo master sent to all students. The dojo will be closed until at least mid-April due to concerns over the nationwide flu outbreak. For the same reason, she and her boss had second thoughts about even attending this meeting. But as bankers, both are pretty good at math and realized the chances of a problem among the few they were to meet would be essentially zero.
She will return home around eleven Sunday morning and looks forward to seeing Jack and me. Spring break is commonly just a week, but Jack’s and Beau’s school has extended that another three days for consideration about what to do about coronavirus concerns. She told him he could stay with us a couple more days before school resumes if he wants. He liked that.
He told her, “Des explained a lot about your marriage I didn’t know. I’m envious of both of you.” She laughed and said, “Tell him not to tell you too much. I sort of like being your mystery woman.” I overheard her comment and said into the phone, “I know my limits.”
Her call clicked off when she said she had to go but didn’t say why. My guess is that her boss just returned to her room.
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Sunday, today:
Jack returned to his and Beau’s off-campus apartment an hour before Gigi arrived home around noon. She said the small hotel where they stayed had only 20 or so rooms. She was booked into one of the smaller rooms. Her boss had one of the three suites, the hotel owner and his wife live in another and the grounds keeper/maintenance man and his wife who cleans the rooms occupy the other. Only four other guests were in the hotel. For the reason they’re reasonably self-sufficient in keeping it open for business, the owner and his wife felt no need to shut it down as have many hotels in our town over a lack of guests. Thanks to the Kung Flu, It’d a different world out there for now.
I hadn’t checked today’s email until this afternoon and found I had received a message from her early this morning. She and her boss were fucking so much Saturday day night she didn’t awaken until sunrise today. She left him in bed and walked naked to the room’s balcony facing the back of the hotel. The sun coming up was flanked by layers of clouds stretched out in thin, straight lines, one line atop another. This was a sight she couldn’t recall seeing before and attached to her email a cell phone pic of the event. Each line looked like jet trails but there couldn’t be that many of those at once, especially in that farm area.
Other than sex, there wasn’t much for she and her boss to do in the small, mostly shuttered town. They left their rooms occasionally and walked around the hotel grounds, but she tells me neither was bored those two days. I’m sure that’s right.
~ Des
So let us know when she gets to the point of allowing you to make videos of her and her boyfriends and will let you post them for all of us to appreciate too!!!! 
