Gigi once joked, "I want to be 15 again and ruin my life differently. I have new ideas."
Well she wants to start young, but who among us would not like to rewrite our lives and make a few changes.
My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
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I saw a video that I would have liked to send you, but there is no facility for videos on this section of Hot Wives. It featured a wedding, and when the vows were made the bride grasped her husband by the lapels and inflicted a series of Jujitsu throws on him, reminded me of Gigi love of the sport.
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Funny. Thanks. My wife told she has heard of jiu jitsu weddings becoming popular, but we haven't yet met anyone who attended one. I'll do a search tonight or tomorrow to see if I can locate that. She told me she has no idea how jiu jitsu fits into a wedding, so I'm sure she would enjoy seeing it. I told her it seems that would make an interesting honeymoon.solstice wrote: ↑Wed Apr 01, 2020 6:51 amI saw a video that I would have liked to send you, but there is no facility for videos on this section of Hot Wives. It featured a wedding, and when the vows were made the bride grasped her husband by the lapels and inflicted a series of Jujitsu throws on him, reminded me of Gigi love of the sport.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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It's on face book and titled "I love martial arts, a ju jitsu wedding dance"
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We’re isolated and relaxing for now and waiting for my wife's guys to show up. News reports, if we can believe them, projected the next two to three weeks will be the worst of the coronavirus plague. We both left work a half-day early and stopped at big box and hardware stores for a month’s canned and packaged food, disinfectants and supplies. Gigi pulled a half-dozen N95 face masks from a shelf as two employees were removig all the rest for shipping out to another part of the country. Although only one infection by a woman who’s now recovered, has been reported anywhere near our city, about a third of shoppers were already wearing masks.
We didn’t have room inside. We packed everything in our underground shelter’s cupboard beneath the air-exhaust pump, checked the emergency oxygen tanks and refilled its batteries sachet. We estimate we have another month’s ordinary food in our kitchen cabinets, freezer and refrigerator beyond April, so we won’t need to go shopping again. Gigi shot me a disapproving side-glance when I laughed at her mention of firearms security, as if she thinks we’ll be invaded. She stores enough ammo to last through a small war. Our early-1960s home was custom-built by its original engineer-owner to be essentially home-invasion proof.
Wife is calling from another room. She reminded me guests – Jack and Beau – will be here before long. Will let you know how that works out. I think this will be somewhat different from her past experiences.
~ Des
We didn’t have room inside. We packed everything in our underground shelter’s cupboard beneath the air-exhaust pump, checked the emergency oxygen tanks and refilled its batteries sachet. We estimate we have another month’s ordinary food in our kitchen cabinets, freezer and refrigerator beyond April, so we won’t need to go shopping again. Gigi shot me a disapproving side-glance when I laughed at her mention of firearms security, as if she thinks we’ll be invaded. She stores enough ammo to last through a small war. Our early-1960s home was custom-built by its original engineer-owner to be essentially home-invasion proof.
Wife is calling from another room. She reminded me guests – Jack and Beau – will be here before long. Will let you know how that works out. I think this will be somewhat different from her past experiences.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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samlowen
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Don't forget about back up lube. With the boys isolating with you two, you just might find yourselves using a bit more than normal and it would be a shame to run out.
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afagehi7
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Des - I suggest y'all run a train on Gigi and see if y'all can get her to tap out. I'd bet if it was 2 she'd have y'all tapping out but 3 may be able to do it. She's a f machine and I don't think I'd bet on the guys but give y'all a 50/50. Hahahahaha
Edit: f machine is meant as a compliment like an endurance athlete but I couldn't find another word for it. Even as a native English speaker, I don't have a strong command of the language.
Edit: f machine is meant as a compliment like an endurance athlete but I couldn't find another word for it. Even as a native English speaker, I don't have a strong command of the language.
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Anxiously waiting for an update on the happenings last night..... 
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I wouldn't be surprised, if your stimulating writing on this thread plummeted , after all there is only three of you on hand to keep Gigi satisfied! 
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It’s Friday morning, following an exceptionally long night. My wife, Jack and Beau are fucked out and asleep. I retreated to our home office and left them in our bed, their arms and legs entangled as they dozed.
The previous evening, Gigi was getting out of the shower as I had walked back into the bath, still naked and a towel wrapped around my waist. I leaned against a counter as she dried her hair. She reached into the cabinet above the sink, removed a bottle of nail polish and said, “You can paint my toenails.” I laid my towel onto a bedroom chair just outside the bath as she sat in another chair.
Kneeling, I opened the bottle, removed its brush and reached for a foot. She stroked my dick with her other foot and said, “I’ll let you massage my feet next if you paint the nails properly.” I grinned and carefully painted each nail, blowing one dry and moving on to another. I asked if she were excitedly anticipating two young, stiff cocks.
She laughed and said, “Do you know the difference between two dicks and a joke? I didn’t. She said,”Some women can’t take a joke.”
As I was finishing up, she phoned Beau’s mobile phone and said we’re home and he and Jack could come over at eight. She clicked off her phone and told me to pick out a casual outfit for her. I looked through our closet and chose an old black cotton blouse, black-cotton culottes and black, open-toed sandals.
She told me to forget the underwear and, instead of buttoning the blouse, she tied it at the waist, exposing a considerable portion of her breasts. When she pulled on the loose pants, she looked as hot as when naked. She grinned at my stiff dick and said, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? If you were better in the kitchen, I’d ask you to fix sandwiches for tonight.” She slipped on her sandals and headed for the kitchen. I showered and pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a blue tee shirt. Gigi puttered around our kitchen making sandwiches and wheat crackers topped with soft cheese from a pressurized can.
She handed me a couple of electric-flicker candles and told me to set them on the bedroom side tables. Pulling several wax candles from the cupboard, she set them in decorative holders, placed and lit them about the living room and kitchen. As she turned off the overhead lights, the candle flames limned the rooms in a golden glow.
Beau’s Honda rolled into the driveway, parked behind our stone wall, and I greeted them at the door. The guys’ eyes swiveled to my wife’s cleavage but didn’t remark about the vision. Our coffee table served as a dining table. Gigi served up beers and a tray of quarter-sliced sandwiches she had prepared with turkey and smashed peas with pesto sauce. I sat my laptop on the living room book shelf and tuned in for four hours of ambient background music.
The guys sat on the couch along my wife at each side and I sat in the chair across the table. Beau laid an arm on the back of the couch behind Gigi’s shoulders and said, “I want my life to be like you guys. I mean, in every way.” My wife grinned and said, “Then you had best be in a really committed marriage.” She hesitated a moment as if trying to remember something and added, “ I know a guy who asked his wife what she would do if he won the lottery. She said, ‘Take half of it and leave you.’ He said, ‘I just won twenty bucks. Here’s ten. Keep in touch.’”
We roared in laughter but, as with most of her jokes, none of that is true.
We drank, ate and talked for a while and the phone rang. It was her boss who said that “special project” they had discussed would begin next week. Apparently, federal grants through their banks to small businesses will cover much of their employee wages and rents for some duration of the coronavirus.
When she clicked off Beau said he too will be at his part-time job at the bank three full days and the CFO supervising him will be teaching him how loan officers do their jobs.”I might even open some loans for customers myself,” he said. From remarks he’s made recently, I’m beginning to think he someday plans to be working at the bank after he finishes school and obtains his CPA license. The CFO recently mentioned to Gigi Beau has told him he can’t imagine a more ideal job for an accountant. When telling me that, Gigi giggled and said, “It could actually happen. With him and my boss at the bank, that would be like me having my own harem.”
My wife stood and removed her clothes and we did the same. She shot us a tight-lipped smile and said, “I’m ready for bed. Who wants to join me first?” Each guy looked uncertainly at the other. I pulled two toothpicks from their holder, broke one in half and held them between fingers. I said, “Short straw wins.” Jack drew the broken toothpick and Beau said, “Well, damn.” Gigi turned to walk to the hallway and said, “Follow me, Jack.”
Beau and I got some colas from the fridge and talked as we listened to their moans from down the hall. It didn’t last long. Perhaps five minutes had passed when we heard Gigi cry out, “Oh my god, I’m cumming!Beau smiled and said, “Doesn’t she ever get enough?”
Well, yeah, eventually, but it takes a while.
Jack returned to the living room and jerked a thumb toward the bedroom, telling Beau, “She wants the three of us at once.” His dick was still stiff, sticking out like a baton and glistening in the flicker of candlelight. He clearly hadn’t ejaculated. The three of us scurried to the bedroom.
Gigi lay on a side, propped on an elbow, her leg crossed and smiling. She said, “What took you so long?” which was a joke because perhaps no more than a half-minute had passed since Jack had left her in bed.
Beau and Jack crawled onto each of her sides. She curled her hand across each of their dicks and said to me, “Come here.” I knelt alongside Beau and she leaned to take my cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed eagerly as Beau parted her long legs and guided his stiffy to the mouth of her cunt. She whimpered as his dickhead parted her pussy lips and plunged fully into her tunnel. He thrust mightily and her head bobbed eagerly onto my cock. Her hand pumped furiously on Jack’s tool.
As her lust intensified, she pulled her head away from me and hand away from Jack. Her full attention was then on Beau as his tool slammed into her like a mallet. Her arms went around his neck and he planted his lips onto hers. She bawled as he plowed her furrow.
An uncommon fervor raged through me at their passion. Her infatuation with Beau is somehow different than with her boss. The words she uses are, “He different,” as she has attempted to allow me to understand her obsession for that relationship. Jack and I sledge-hammered our cocks as we watched from each side. She threw her all into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hips gyrated as he screwed her.
Beau withdrew and turned her to her knees. He entered her cunt from behind. Her head rotated wildly, her hair flailing the warm air. His endurance is impressive and my wife climaxed twice before he groaned and his semen spurted into her channel.
When he lay beside her, she took my hand and pulled me atop. We fucked for minutes until I too was cumming with groans. At some time during the night, I was awakened twice as either of the guys were again fucking her, once with she and Jack on their sides and again with Beau fucking her missionary-style. Like her boss, each has remarkable staying power, for which my wife is thankful for her full satisfaction. And I, too,, am thankful how well those three supplement my role as a husband. Marriage isn’t all about sex, but that’s a pretty good part of it and her guys fill in her substantial needs very well.
* * *
Jean, the married pharmacy student Jack has been dating, phoned around eight-thirty this morning:
Jack had told her he and Beau would be staying three nights with us. She wished us well and regretted she couldn’t join us as Jack had asked at Gigi’s urging. Her principal reason for calling was to bring us up to date on how to avoid the virus that hasn’t yet been reported anywhere within the City limits. She said, “Get a pencil and paper,” which Gigi did and wrote notes as Jean went on with lengthy instructions. It’s pretty simple; take your temperature daily; wash your hands for 20 seconds after touching any surface; even a door knob; stay six feet apart from anyone outside those you live with.
She said don’t listen to the federal medical experts who declare a mask isn’t necessary. She is working the weekend evening shift at a big box store pharmacy at the direction of her pharmacy school. The pharmacists and assistants wear surgical masks to avoid breathing airborne droplets from customers who cough or sneeze. Most customers don’t wear face masks. She said, word-for-word, as best I recall, “Why is it be a good idea for me on one side of the pharmacy counter to wear a mask but a bad idea for the person on the other side? That isn’t logical. I think the federal officials’ message that those people declare as a 'fact' serve little purpose for most is a misdirection to insure an adequate supply remains available for medical personnel.” She was pleased to hear Gigi had purchased a stash of those the previous day.
Before hanging up, she repeated what she stressed what she believed to be most important. “You can almost guarantee you won’t become a victim if you wash your hands regularly and don’t touch your face. Coronavirus enters the body through the eyes, nose and mouth. Wearing a mask helps you remember not to touch your face. If you limit public contact and do those things, you’re probably 99 percent certain you won’t be coming down sick with either the plague or influenza.” She signed off with, “Party on, gang,” and ended the call.
Along with the people we work with and friends we write about here, Gigi and I practice separation from others as do most around our town. We only go out for gas and groceries and when dental or medical appointments come up, we’ll go out for that. The rest of her advice was additional insurance I believed it will be helpful to those who follow our story here. The four of us here these few days agreed not touching our faces is the most difficult of all.
Jack said he thinks Jean is essentially immune to the disease but she didn’t admit it. She mentioned to him after they last fucked that many physicians write for themselves a couple of common scripts generally understood to prevent and cure coronavirus infections. Docs are reluctant to prescribe either to the average patient because it isn’t yet FDA approved for that purpose. She won’t admit it but, judging from the way she told him about it, he suspects she also has a prescription for at least one of those medications.
Jean’s message was appreciated but it didn’t put a pall over the four of us. Her call reminded me of a funnier moment the previous night. Beau had just fucked my wife, he went into a coughing fit. We all were startled. Gigi’s eyes widened and she said to him, “Are you okay?” He grinned and said, “April Fool.” That previous day was April 1. She laughed, rolled atop his naked body, punched him on a shoulder and said, “You scared me, you jerk.” Jack and I laughed at their interaction.
Gigi plans to box up a stash of survival foods and two face masks from our underground shelter beneath the garage for Jack and Beau when they return to their apartment Sunday evening. When I told her that’s a nice thing to do, she said, “I need to take care of you and my other guys. Men aren’t good about taking care of themselves.”
Actually, Beau, Jack and I are rather good at that but perhaps not up to her standards. We still have two days and a night to go before they return home. It’s difficult to imagine what that would have been like had I known a hotwife couple at that age. At this morning’s breakfast table, Jack said, “Knowing you and your wife has been the greatest time of our lives.” We have heard similar remarks from each before, and I’m sure it is. I suspect, as time goes on for years to come, it’s going to be remembered as just that.
~ Des
The previous evening, Gigi was getting out of the shower as I had walked back into the bath, still naked and a towel wrapped around my waist. I leaned against a counter as she dried her hair. She reached into the cabinet above the sink, removed a bottle of nail polish and said, “You can paint my toenails.” I laid my towel onto a bedroom chair just outside the bath as she sat in another chair.
Kneeling, I opened the bottle, removed its brush and reached for a foot. She stroked my dick with her other foot and said, “I’ll let you massage my feet next if you paint the nails properly.” I grinned and carefully painted each nail, blowing one dry and moving on to another. I asked if she were excitedly anticipating two young, stiff cocks.
She laughed and said, “Do you know the difference between two dicks and a joke? I didn’t. She said,”Some women can’t take a joke.”
As I was finishing up, she phoned Beau’s mobile phone and said we’re home and he and Jack could come over at eight. She clicked off her phone and told me to pick out a casual outfit for her. I looked through our closet and chose an old black cotton blouse, black-cotton culottes and black, open-toed sandals.
She told me to forget the underwear and, instead of buttoning the blouse, she tied it at the waist, exposing a considerable portion of her breasts. When she pulled on the loose pants, she looked as hot as when naked. She grinned at my stiff dick and said, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? If you were better in the kitchen, I’d ask you to fix sandwiches for tonight.” She slipped on her sandals and headed for the kitchen. I showered and pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a blue tee shirt. Gigi puttered around our kitchen making sandwiches and wheat crackers topped with soft cheese from a pressurized can.
She handed me a couple of electric-flicker candles and told me to set them on the bedroom side tables. Pulling several wax candles from the cupboard, she set them in decorative holders, placed and lit them about the living room and kitchen. As she turned off the overhead lights, the candle flames limned the rooms in a golden glow.
Beau’s Honda rolled into the driveway, parked behind our stone wall, and I greeted them at the door. The guys’ eyes swiveled to my wife’s cleavage but didn’t remark about the vision. Our coffee table served as a dining table. Gigi served up beers and a tray of quarter-sliced sandwiches she had prepared with turkey and smashed peas with pesto sauce. I sat my laptop on the living room book shelf and tuned in for four hours of ambient background music.
The guys sat on the couch along my wife at each side and I sat in the chair across the table. Beau laid an arm on the back of the couch behind Gigi’s shoulders and said, “I want my life to be like you guys. I mean, in every way.” My wife grinned and said, “Then you had best be in a really committed marriage.” She hesitated a moment as if trying to remember something and added, “ I know a guy who asked his wife what she would do if he won the lottery. She said, ‘Take half of it and leave you.’ He said, ‘I just won twenty bucks. Here’s ten. Keep in touch.’”
We roared in laughter but, as with most of her jokes, none of that is true.
We drank, ate and talked for a while and the phone rang. It was her boss who said that “special project” they had discussed would begin next week. Apparently, federal grants through their banks to small businesses will cover much of their employee wages and rents for some duration of the coronavirus.
When she clicked off Beau said he too will be at his part-time job at the bank three full days and the CFO supervising him will be teaching him how loan officers do their jobs.”I might even open some loans for customers myself,” he said. From remarks he’s made recently, I’m beginning to think he someday plans to be working at the bank after he finishes school and obtains his CPA license. The CFO recently mentioned to Gigi Beau has told him he can’t imagine a more ideal job for an accountant. When telling me that, Gigi giggled and said, “It could actually happen. With him and my boss at the bank, that would be like me having my own harem.”
My wife stood and removed her clothes and we did the same. She shot us a tight-lipped smile and said, “I’m ready for bed. Who wants to join me first?” Each guy looked uncertainly at the other. I pulled two toothpicks from their holder, broke one in half and held them between fingers. I said, “Short straw wins.” Jack drew the broken toothpick and Beau said, “Well, damn.” Gigi turned to walk to the hallway and said, “Follow me, Jack.”
Beau and I got some colas from the fridge and talked as we listened to their moans from down the hall. It didn’t last long. Perhaps five minutes had passed when we heard Gigi cry out, “Oh my god, I’m cumming!Beau smiled and said, “Doesn’t she ever get enough?”
Well, yeah, eventually, but it takes a while.
Jack returned to the living room and jerked a thumb toward the bedroom, telling Beau, “She wants the three of us at once.” His dick was still stiff, sticking out like a baton and glistening in the flicker of candlelight. He clearly hadn’t ejaculated. The three of us scurried to the bedroom.
Gigi lay on a side, propped on an elbow, her leg crossed and smiling. She said, “What took you so long?” which was a joke because perhaps no more than a half-minute had passed since Jack had left her in bed.
Beau and Jack crawled onto each of her sides. She curled her hand across each of their dicks and said to me, “Come here.” I knelt alongside Beau and she leaned to take my cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed eagerly as Beau parted her long legs and guided his stiffy to the mouth of her cunt. She whimpered as his dickhead parted her pussy lips and plunged fully into her tunnel. He thrust mightily and her head bobbed eagerly onto my cock. Her hand pumped furiously on Jack’s tool.
As her lust intensified, she pulled her head away from me and hand away from Jack. Her full attention was then on Beau as his tool slammed into her like a mallet. Her arms went around his neck and he planted his lips onto hers. She bawled as he plowed her furrow.
An uncommon fervor raged through me at their passion. Her infatuation with Beau is somehow different than with her boss. The words she uses are, “He different,” as she has attempted to allow me to understand her obsession for that relationship. Jack and I sledge-hammered our cocks as we watched from each side. She threw her all into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hips gyrated as he screwed her.
Beau withdrew and turned her to her knees. He entered her cunt from behind. Her head rotated wildly, her hair flailing the warm air. His endurance is impressive and my wife climaxed twice before he groaned and his semen spurted into her channel.
When he lay beside her, she took my hand and pulled me atop. We fucked for minutes until I too was cumming with groans. At some time during the night, I was awakened twice as either of the guys were again fucking her, once with she and Jack on their sides and again with Beau fucking her missionary-style. Like her boss, each has remarkable staying power, for which my wife is thankful for her full satisfaction. And I, too,, am thankful how well those three supplement my role as a husband. Marriage isn’t all about sex, but that’s a pretty good part of it and her guys fill in her substantial needs very well.
* * *
Jean, the married pharmacy student Jack has been dating, phoned around eight-thirty this morning:
Jack had told her he and Beau would be staying three nights with us. She wished us well and regretted she couldn’t join us as Jack had asked at Gigi’s urging. Her principal reason for calling was to bring us up to date on how to avoid the virus that hasn’t yet been reported anywhere within the City limits. She said, “Get a pencil and paper,” which Gigi did and wrote notes as Jean went on with lengthy instructions. It’s pretty simple; take your temperature daily; wash your hands for 20 seconds after touching any surface; even a door knob; stay six feet apart from anyone outside those you live with.
She said don’t listen to the federal medical experts who declare a mask isn’t necessary. She is working the weekend evening shift at a big box store pharmacy at the direction of her pharmacy school. The pharmacists and assistants wear surgical masks to avoid breathing airborne droplets from customers who cough or sneeze. Most customers don’t wear face masks. She said, word-for-word, as best I recall, “Why is it be a good idea for me on one side of the pharmacy counter to wear a mask but a bad idea for the person on the other side? That isn’t logical. I think the federal officials’ message that those people declare as a 'fact' serve little purpose for most is a misdirection to insure an adequate supply remains available for medical personnel.” She was pleased to hear Gigi had purchased a stash of those the previous day.
Before hanging up, she repeated what she stressed what she believed to be most important. “You can almost guarantee you won’t become a victim if you wash your hands regularly and don’t touch your face. Coronavirus enters the body through the eyes, nose and mouth. Wearing a mask helps you remember not to touch your face. If you limit public contact and do those things, you’re probably 99 percent certain you won’t be coming down sick with either the plague or influenza.” She signed off with, “Party on, gang,” and ended the call.
Along with the people we work with and friends we write about here, Gigi and I practice separation from others as do most around our town. We only go out for gas and groceries and when dental or medical appointments come up, we’ll go out for that. The rest of her advice was additional insurance I believed it will be helpful to those who follow our story here. The four of us here these few days agreed not touching our faces is the most difficult of all.
Jack said he thinks Jean is essentially immune to the disease but she didn’t admit it. She mentioned to him after they last fucked that many physicians write for themselves a couple of common scripts generally understood to prevent and cure coronavirus infections. Docs are reluctant to prescribe either to the average patient because it isn’t yet FDA approved for that purpose. She won’t admit it but, judging from the way she told him about it, he suspects she also has a prescription for at least one of those medications.
Jean’s message was appreciated but it didn’t put a pall over the four of us. Her call reminded me of a funnier moment the previous night. Beau had just fucked my wife, he went into a coughing fit. We all were startled. Gigi’s eyes widened and she said to him, “Are you okay?” He grinned and said, “April Fool.” That previous day was April 1. She laughed, rolled atop his naked body, punched him on a shoulder and said, “You scared me, you jerk.” Jack and I laughed at their interaction.
Gigi plans to box up a stash of survival foods and two face masks from our underground shelter beneath the garage for Jack and Beau when they return to their apartment Sunday evening. When I told her that’s a nice thing to do, she said, “I need to take care of you and my other guys. Men aren’t good about taking care of themselves.”
Actually, Beau, Jack and I are rather good at that but perhaps not up to her standards. We still have two days and a night to go before they return home. It’s difficult to imagine what that would have been like had I known a hotwife couple at that age. At this morning’s breakfast table, Jack said, “Knowing you and your wife has been the greatest time of our lives.” We have heard similar remarks from each before, and I’m sure it is. I suspect, as time goes on for years to come, it’s going to be remembered as just that.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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Great update Des and good advice on the virus as well. If you have to be quarantined I can't think of a better person that Gigi to be quarantined with. And with Jack and Beau as a bonus I would call it heaven instead of quarantine.... Looking forward to hearing about the rest of the weekend. I'm betting you guys will wear out before Gigi.. 
. What a woman. Have fun! Cheers
. What a woman. Have fun! CheersRe: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I love that Gigi has a joke for almost any occasion, she has a very retentive memory.
I live alone since my son,an his wife moved out over two months ago to be near their place of business, and for more for more than three weeks I have been self isolating.
The town I live in has just under 10,000 pop. and has 200 volunteers to deliver groceries ,medicines and other essentials, I placed an online order that will probably last me 3 to 4 weeks, and one of the local helpers delivered it into my garage, I live in a light populated area and go out for a walk twice per day.
I live alone since my son,an his wife moved out over two months ago to be near their place of business, and for more for more than three weeks I have been self isolating.
The town I live in has just under 10,000 pop. and has 200 volunteers to deliver groceries ,medicines and other essentials, I placed an online order that will probably last me 3 to 4 weeks, and one of the local helpers delivered it into my garage, I live in a light populated area and go out for a walk twice per day.
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Thank you for a great account of your threesome.
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I thought I'd heard it all at one time or another, but here's a new one for me. Jack checked his email on my desktop an hour ago and received a message I found difficult to believe, but we found it's repeated online at several sites.
I'm not into comic books but the sender told him Marvel Comics is introducing a new character named Cuckold. Seriously. One website says the name of his sidekick, now under consideration, is Assplay. I would have anticipated, if all this is true, his assistant would be named Bull, but I'm not a comics writer. According to TheHardTimes dot net, his powers came from radioactive fetish porn vapors in a government research facility. He has a humiliation fetish and uses his powers for good and letting another man give his wife an orgasm.
TheHardTimes website writes, "... Cuckold will also raise awareness via his catchphrase, 'I am a sniveling little worm that is not fit to reproduce,' which he often yells while eviscerating enemies, and while watching his wife get just absolutely fucking railed by strangers." And here's the kicker: Cuckold is "a 32-year-old man who can only shoot laserbeams at enemies if someone is 'fucking his wife.'”
It's difficult for me to imagine just where the comic is to be sold, but that may be only the second graphic comic I've ever read (if I can find it). That would reverse a common saying to, "Fiction is stranger than life."
If any comics fans here know any of those reports are untrue, let me know. I'm not into spreading false information about the web.
~ Des
I'm not into comic books but the sender told him Marvel Comics is introducing a new character named Cuckold. Seriously. One website says the name of his sidekick, now under consideration, is Assplay. I would have anticipated, if all this is true, his assistant would be named Bull, but I'm not a comics writer. According to TheHardTimes dot net, his powers came from radioactive fetish porn vapors in a government research facility. He has a humiliation fetish and uses his powers for good and letting another man give his wife an orgasm.
TheHardTimes website writes, "... Cuckold will also raise awareness via his catchphrase, 'I am a sniveling little worm that is not fit to reproduce,' which he often yells while eviscerating enemies, and while watching his wife get just absolutely fucking railed by strangers." And here's the kicker: Cuckold is "a 32-year-old man who can only shoot laserbeams at enemies if someone is 'fucking his wife.'”
It's difficult for me to imagine just where the comic is to be sold, but that may be only the second graphic comic I've ever read (if I can find it). That would reverse a common saying to, "Fiction is stranger than life."
If any comics fans here know any of those reports are untrue, let me know. I'm not into spreading false information about the web.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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afagehi7
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Des - the guys will be thinking back to these times when they have a couple kids and a wife who no longer puts out. Hahahah
What's up with the pea spread? If it's good can you pm me the recipe?
What's up with the pea spread? If it's good can you pm me the recipe?
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
As Disney Studios own Marvel, dabbling in pornography I think would go against their ethics.
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samlowen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I agree. It’s very unlikely Disney will allow that. They just crossed over into R ratings with Deadpool and Wolverine. Moving further into objectionable family material doesn’t seem like their smartest business move.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
She got that at an online site a few weeks back and that's the third time she's made it and says she's now out of pine nuts. Here's the recipe copied and pasted:
Ingredients:[/b]
1 cup fresh basil leaves
3 cloves garlic, peeled
3 tablespoons pine nuts
1/3 cup freshly grated Parmesan
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
1/3 cup olive oil
Directions:
To make the pesto, combine basil, garlic, pine nuts and Parmesan in the bowl of a food processor; season with salt and pepper, to taste. With the motor running, add olive oil in a slow stream until emulsified; set aside.
Store in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to 1 week.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des 31 wrote: ↑Sat Apr 04, 2020 8:20 amShe got that at an online site a few weeks back and that's the third time she's made it and says she's now out of pine nuts. Here's the recipe copied and pasted:
Ingredients:[/b]
1 cup fresh basil leaves
3 cloves garlic, peeled
3 tablespoons pine nuts
1/3 cup freshly grated Parmesan
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
1/3 cup olive oil
Directions:
To make the pesto, combine basil, garlic, pine nuts and Parmesan in the bowl of a food processor; season with salt and pepper, to taste. With the motor running, add olive oil in a slow stream until emulsified; set aside.
Store in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to 1 week.
~ Des
Des, can you edit the recipe in your post and change it to smashed peas instead of pesto. Hahahshshs
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I'm no cook, but adding smashed peas sounds good. I'll suggest that to my wife when she comes up from our basement where she's getting fucked.~Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Quote "Gigi served up beers and a tray of quarter-sliced sandwiches she had prepared with turkey and smashed peas with pesto sauce. "Des 31 wrote: ↑Sat Apr 04, 2020 8:35 am
~Des
Anyway, it doesn't matter let's get back to you 3 guys running a train on her naught and hungry pussy...
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Friday offered another night of heavy fucking between Gigi and her two young buddies. For their benefit, I voluntarily opted out and slept in the guest room where I jerked off at the hot sounds from our marital bed. I’m unsure which of the two guys was pounding her pussy when I awoke at five-forty this morning to my wife screaming, “Oh,fuck yeah! Do it.” I didn’t get around to asking later what the guy was doing when she howled those words. Her voice soon calmed and she said to the other, “Now, you.” Beau offered a gasping comment but I couldn’t make out his words from across the hall.
I fixed breakfast, set the table and walked back to our bedroom to invite them to join me. Beau was stroking his limp dick as Gigi straddled Jack’s hips, so I waited until she had fucked him to satisfaction. I tapped the door lightly, said, “Breakfast’s ready,” and left to await them to come out a couple minutes later. Gigi was in a terry cloth robe and the guys were dressed as we sat down to eggs, grits with cheese and coffee.
We turned over use of our desktop and my laptop to the guys as needed. My wife and I read books this morning. Jack and Beau were getting ahead of their classes through their college’s online streaming lectures for next week and submitted their assignments by email.
I know Gigi’s sexual relationship with her 21-year-olds will someday come to an end. As far as I know, none of the three seem to think about that. Her only concern had been they would become dependent on her for sex and not spread their wings. Now that both are occasionally fucking our married friend Liz, and Jack is dating another married woman, she no longer mentions that. She intended to encourage them to begin asking some girls at their school for a date, but the Covid-19 scare has put that off indefinitely.
My wife showered with Beau in the bedroom’s bath and Jack and I in the hall bath. She went out to our patio and turned on the hot tub. Minutes later as the water heated up, she asked if the guys and I wanted to join her in the hot tub. We said almost simultaneously, “Sure.” She and I undressed in our bedroom while the guys were taking off their clothes in our guest room. Because her fuckbuddies are each 12 years younger, I asked if she has ever thought of herself as a cougar? She grinned, nodded and said, “I don’t like to think of it that way, but the thought has occurred to me. But if I’m a cougar, I’ll hurt you if you’re ever a cheetah.” It took me a few seconds to catch on to that.
I sat across from her. When the guys joined us and sat alongside Gigi, she asked if either thought of her as a cougar. Jack inquired, “What’s your definition of a cougar?” She responded with a wily smile and said, “It’s like a mom, but with benefits.” The guys laughed and Beau said, “Then, yeah, you’re a cougar, and we like it. Please don’t change.”
She chuckled and said, “Not a chance, little buddies. I’m in for the ride as long as you want.”
Jack swiveled his head with a questioning look at me and said, “If Des doesn’t object, this can go on a really long time.” I assured all I like it just as it is and added, “Unswerving friends are hard to find.” All agreed with that.
After a few minutes, Beau had enough and he and Jack stood to get out of the hot tub. Gigi said, “I want to thank you both for last night.” She leaned forward to suck Beau’s cock and stroked Jack’s pole with a hand. Neither ejaculated. I assume each was spent after their vigorous night of fucking.
We dried off and, as Jack wrapped his towel around his waist, he said, “I wish some place was still open around here for the four of us to do something tonight.” Gigi glanced aside to me with a smile and said to Jack and Beau, “We could spend the night in our apartment.”
Beau raised his brow and said, “You also have an apartment?”
She grinned at their dumbfounded stares and said, “We don’t talk about it to others because most would think it’s . . . well, weird. We access it through the Murphy door in the garage.” She motioned for both to follow her out the door to the garage. Jack said, “What’s a ‘Murphy door’?” Long-term readers of our thread already know this, so part of the following is for those others who recently happened upon our post.
The door at the back of our garage leading to the shelter appears to be a tall, wooden bookshelf. The original door to the underground apartment was built by the original owners in the early sixties as a nuclear fallout shelter. Gigi ordered the Murphy door online and we replaced the old entry door with that. Glued-down empty paint cans, a few old tools and no-longer-used garage items occupy the shelves. Set between other metal shelving, the fake bookcase is unrecognizable as as a doorway.
Jack uttered, “Whoa!” when she opened the bookcase and flicked on the wall-side tunnel lamps to reveal the circular, cement stairwell and metal handrails. We walked down the stairs. The room extends from beneath the garage to a fifteen-foot section under the backyard. Gigi had the place remodeled and painted by a contractor to that of a small apartment with new kitchen cabinetry, living room, bedroom and tiled floors. The plumbing, air exhaust pump, a periscope that overlooks the back yard, and the old Geiger counter were cleaned or oiled but not replaced. We replaced the old metal-frame bunk beds. Months of survival foods and my wife’s ammo are stored in cabinets. Beneath the ground, air conditioning isn’t necessary; the moderate temperature remains the same year-round.
Set into a wall’s picture frame, the one item Gigi chose not to remove, is a faded front cover of a 1950s comic book cover entitled, “Atomic War.” The drawing of the comic’s mushroom cloud in this setting could be unsettling to some; but other than her boss, his wife and our parents, few will ever see this part of our home.
Beau looked around, walked to and from the bedroom, and remarked, “You guys always have surprises.” I said, “After this, I don’t think we have any surprises left,” but that isn’t entirely accurate. Although Gigi had admitted some extramarital sex before meeting them, neither has a clue about the extent. I doubt she will ever confess that. As far as they know, it may have been with only one other man.
She leaned her butt against the kitchen counter and said, “We can sleep here tonight if you want. The bed’s smaller but two guys can have the couch and an air mattress on the floor. Or you could takes turns between here and upstairs. The three of you can figure out who sleeps where.”
Beau still seemed near speechless at the revelation of our alternate living quarters but muttered, “Wow.”
I told them I was going upstairs to check my email and suggested she show them the shelter’s lesser-noticed components. They didn’t come upstairs for another hour. She told me later they fucked her again on the basement bed. Suspecting the guys were getting cabin fever, I asked if she could think of something safe to do away from home tomorrow. She said she has a couple of ideas but will think about it.
At the moment, the three are walking a wooded path through the woods across the road from the end of the street. I found a couple of good porn films coming up on cable to watch later this afternoon if my wife approves. Tonight, I’m sure they’ll be fucking again. Maybe I’ll once more join them but will ask which she prefers.
~ Des
I fixed breakfast, set the table and walked back to our bedroom to invite them to join me. Beau was stroking his limp dick as Gigi straddled Jack’s hips, so I waited until she had fucked him to satisfaction. I tapped the door lightly, said, “Breakfast’s ready,” and left to await them to come out a couple minutes later. Gigi was in a terry cloth robe and the guys were dressed as we sat down to eggs, grits with cheese and coffee.
We turned over use of our desktop and my laptop to the guys as needed. My wife and I read books this morning. Jack and Beau were getting ahead of their classes through their college’s online streaming lectures for next week and submitted their assignments by email.
I know Gigi’s sexual relationship with her 21-year-olds will someday come to an end. As far as I know, none of the three seem to think about that. Her only concern had been they would become dependent on her for sex and not spread their wings. Now that both are occasionally fucking our married friend Liz, and Jack is dating another married woman, she no longer mentions that. She intended to encourage them to begin asking some girls at their school for a date, but the Covid-19 scare has put that off indefinitely.
My wife showered with Beau in the bedroom’s bath and Jack and I in the hall bath. She went out to our patio and turned on the hot tub. Minutes later as the water heated up, she asked if the guys and I wanted to join her in the hot tub. We said almost simultaneously, “Sure.” She and I undressed in our bedroom while the guys were taking off their clothes in our guest room. Because her fuckbuddies are each 12 years younger, I asked if she has ever thought of herself as a cougar? She grinned, nodded and said, “I don’t like to think of it that way, but the thought has occurred to me. But if I’m a cougar, I’ll hurt you if you’re ever a cheetah.” It took me a few seconds to catch on to that.
I sat across from her. When the guys joined us and sat alongside Gigi, she asked if either thought of her as a cougar. Jack inquired, “What’s your definition of a cougar?” She responded with a wily smile and said, “It’s like a mom, but with benefits.” The guys laughed and Beau said, “Then, yeah, you’re a cougar, and we like it. Please don’t change.”
She chuckled and said, “Not a chance, little buddies. I’m in for the ride as long as you want.”
Jack swiveled his head with a questioning look at me and said, “If Des doesn’t object, this can go on a really long time.” I assured all I like it just as it is and added, “Unswerving friends are hard to find.” All agreed with that.
After a few minutes, Beau had enough and he and Jack stood to get out of the hot tub. Gigi said, “I want to thank you both for last night.” She leaned forward to suck Beau’s cock and stroked Jack’s pole with a hand. Neither ejaculated. I assume each was spent after their vigorous night of fucking.
We dried off and, as Jack wrapped his towel around his waist, he said, “I wish some place was still open around here for the four of us to do something tonight.” Gigi glanced aside to me with a smile and said to Jack and Beau, “We could spend the night in our apartment.”
Beau raised his brow and said, “You also have an apartment?”
She grinned at their dumbfounded stares and said, “We don’t talk about it to others because most would think it’s . . . well, weird. We access it through the Murphy door in the garage.” She motioned for both to follow her out the door to the garage. Jack said, “What’s a ‘Murphy door’?” Long-term readers of our thread already know this, so part of the following is for those others who recently happened upon our post.
The door at the back of our garage leading to the shelter appears to be a tall, wooden bookshelf. The original door to the underground apartment was built by the original owners in the early sixties as a nuclear fallout shelter. Gigi ordered the Murphy door online and we replaced the old entry door with that. Glued-down empty paint cans, a few old tools and no-longer-used garage items occupy the shelves. Set between other metal shelving, the fake bookcase is unrecognizable as as a doorway.
Jack uttered, “Whoa!” when she opened the bookcase and flicked on the wall-side tunnel lamps to reveal the circular, cement stairwell and metal handrails. We walked down the stairs. The room extends from beneath the garage to a fifteen-foot section under the backyard. Gigi had the place remodeled and painted by a contractor to that of a small apartment with new kitchen cabinetry, living room, bedroom and tiled floors. The plumbing, air exhaust pump, a periscope that overlooks the back yard, and the old Geiger counter were cleaned or oiled but not replaced. We replaced the old metal-frame bunk beds. Months of survival foods and my wife’s ammo are stored in cabinets. Beneath the ground, air conditioning isn’t necessary; the moderate temperature remains the same year-round.
Set into a wall’s picture frame, the one item Gigi chose not to remove, is a faded front cover of a 1950s comic book cover entitled, “Atomic War.” The drawing of the comic’s mushroom cloud in this setting could be unsettling to some; but other than her boss, his wife and our parents, few will ever see this part of our home.
Beau looked around, walked to and from the bedroom, and remarked, “You guys always have surprises.” I said, “After this, I don’t think we have any surprises left,” but that isn’t entirely accurate. Although Gigi had admitted some extramarital sex before meeting them, neither has a clue about the extent. I doubt she will ever confess that. As far as they know, it may have been with only one other man.
She leaned her butt against the kitchen counter and said, “We can sleep here tonight if you want. The bed’s smaller but two guys can have the couch and an air mattress on the floor. Or you could takes turns between here and upstairs. The three of you can figure out who sleeps where.”
Beau still seemed near speechless at the revelation of our alternate living quarters but muttered, “Wow.”
I told them I was going upstairs to check my email and suggested she show them the shelter’s lesser-noticed components. They didn’t come upstairs for another hour. She told me later they fucked her again on the basement bed. Suspecting the guys were getting cabin fever, I asked if she could think of something safe to do away from home tomorrow. She said she has a couple of ideas but will think about it.
At the moment, the three are walking a wooded path through the woods across the road from the end of the street. I found a couple of good porn films coming up on cable to watch later this afternoon if my wife approves. Tonight, I’m sure they’ll be fucking again. Maybe I’ll once more join them but will ask which she prefers.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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afagehi7
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des - you took a shower with jack?