My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
oh yes Des, there are people definitely watching and reading your updates.....
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Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
If the best writer who happens to write the most interesting and hottest thread on this forum (or for that matter all the other that I have seen) feels that he "was unsure anyone was still reading any of this" then something is seriously wrong. Perhaps the darkness caused by covid-19.
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I am surprised that this site isn't jumping, with people having spare time on their hands, I don't include you in this as work seems to go on with you and your lovely wife. I have been reduced to doing online jigsaw puzzles thejigsawpuzzles.com/puzzle/3021707
don't take time to answer this , happy to wait for your up-date.
don't take time to answer this , happy to wait for your up-date.
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rascalnvixen
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Des,
Are you serious???? Most of your regulars here have been waiting to hear so much from you as you have been alone and not so tied up with work!!!! Are you starting to lose interest in posting here??? Now, your sexy wife is back!!! How did your reunion go with her after she was with her boss????? WE WANT TO KNOW!!!!!!!!
Rascal
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
My wife left for the out-of-state trip to represent her bank last week and returned Friday afternoon. Her boss picked her up at the airport and they stayed at his second home that night. Because I was cumming too early each time she was telling me all that happened during her trip, it took three nights in bed for me to get the whole story.
That company’s corporate headquarters is an hour’s flight away. She met with up to a dozen principals at a time over Tuesday afternoon through Thursday around four p.m. She returned each night to her hotel. A few higher ranking officers were at each meeting and others rotated in and out. Although social-distancing was the norm, most attendees wore face masks during the meetings. Her job was to address each group on various topics in the two-to-three hour gatherings. One man, a middle-management type, kept notes for documents to be distributed later. According to the company’s president who attended almost every meeting told her the presentations were among the most helpful of any who had come before for educational meetings. He phoned her boss on her last day to pass along that information.
The man keeping notes walked out of the headquarters building Wednesday afternoon and talked with her on the outer walkway. He’s near her age, with thick dark hair and brown eyes. When she mentioned she was about to phone a cab company to get back to her hotel, he offered to give her a ride. She accepted and, on the way, he asked if she traveled much in her job. She hasn’t traveled as much as when she was at either of the bank’s branches and those trips were only for occasional seminars. She mentioned her husband typically travels a lot but has cut back during this virus outbreak. He said, “I know what that’s like. I’m a ‘traveler’ too.”
He asked if that was a problem for her marriage. She thought a moment, glanced again at him, and decided to give an opening remark to determine if he felt a physical attraction to her. She said, “It takes a lot of understanding between the spouses in a marriage under circumstances like ours.” He said the reason he travels is that he’s a corporate representative. He turned into the hotel’s parking lot and said, “I’ve been engaged to marry three times since college. My time away is a principal reason I haven’t married. You’ll have to tell me how that works with you and your husband.”
She said, “Sure,” opened the passenger door, and added, “I could do that over coffee at the hotel’s rooftop lounge if you want.” He enthusiastically agreed.
They took the elevator to the top and sat at an uncovered, outside table. Six other customers sat at widely-distanced tables. Their conversation went on for about an hour. Of course, Gigi mentioned nothing about her and my agreement she can have sex with whoever she wants. He said, “I’ve noticed many who travel like I do have brief affairs. Have you and your husband discussed that possibility? She grinned, took a moment to think of an appropriate response, and said, “Each of us understands human nature, and things can happen. Neither of us believes in divorce except under the most extreme of circumstances.” Her new friend thought that over a half minute, placed a hand over hers, and said, “That’s a good attitude. I need to have a talk with any potential fiancés.”
She agreed that was a good idea and he said, “Maybe you could give me some suggestions on how to bring up that topic.”
A waitress approached their table and apologized, “I’m sorry about this. We’re closing for the day. We were just notified tornadoes are expected in our area. I can offer more coffee in plastic cups to take back to your room and there’s no charge for any of this.” Gigi asked if tornadoes were frequent here. The waitress told her it doesn’t happen often and serious tornadoes are rare.
He didn’t remove his hand and she didn’t pull away. She said, “We can take the coffee to my suite. I’m on the fourth floor.” Being assigned to an upper floor in any hotel is unusual for her. For safety reasons of potential fires or other emergencies, she most often requests a first floor when staying in hotels. She learned that when training for her license as an armed security agent. Except for the required part-time internship following those courses, she has never actually worked as a security guard. When arriving on this trip, she didn’t make that request.
They took the elevator down to her floor. Her room was directly across from the elevator. She pulled a couple of soft drinks from the room’s fridge and led him to the balcony overlooking the hotel’s pool. When she handed him the canned drink, his fingers lingered on her hand longer than necessary. He asked if staying in the hotel nights had become boring. She said, “Sure, but I learned few places are open around here anymore. No restaurants, no bars. So, like everyone else, I just put up with it.”
He said, “How about a walk through the city park? We could feed the ducks and watch the lake.” His offer essentially was a clear message he was interested in a night’s hookup. She said, “I can’t think of anything better to do.” They walked to his car.
He parked alongside the street. Although the city is that state’s largest, no more than a half dozen people were in sight. An elderly couple walked along the sidewalk surrounding the lake and others sat on benches and talking at the lake’s edge. He and my wife walked a third of the way around the lake to a wooded area and he urged her to accompany him through a mulched path through a wooded area. The walkway was lit by dim, widely-spaced lawn lamps at each side of the path.
Stopping and pointing to an enormous oak, he said, “This is the park’s oldest tree but no one really knows its age.” She stared up at the canopy of leaves and branches above them, then turned as he stared at her. His height is about the same as hers. Her lips parted and he leaned to kiss her fully on the mouth. She breathed deeply and her arms embraced his neck. He said, “Let’s go to my car.” He led her by the hand back down the walk to the curbside and opened the passenger-side door.
Inside, he embraced and kissed her. A hand slipped beneath her blouse and stroked a breast. He asked if she might object if they go back to her room. She didn’t.
Closing the suite’s door behind them, he pressed her back to the wall with a kiss. The closed drapes covering the room’s sliding doors darkened the room. Their clothes puddled to the floor and he led her to the bed. He ripped back the covers and urged her to her back. He went down on her, his tongue lathering her cunt. She moaned as his tongue slid across her clitoris. Her hips rose and fell amid high-pitched Ooohs and soon she muttered, “I’m cumming.” She screamed amid a prolonged climax that rocked her body. She pleaded, “Fuck me. I need your hard cock.”
He crawled between her thighs and guided his dickhead to the mouth of her pussy. She lifted her hips to allow him access to her opening and cried out as his shaft slid deep into her tunnel. She cried out as he fucked her, slowly at first but increased his tempo as she fervently responded. Her legs wrapped around his hips. As he pummeled her pussy, her heels kicked his buttocks and she bawled, “Oh fuck yeah, it’s so good.”
A loud wind rushed past the room’s glass doors like an ongoing detonation. Both looked toward the window. He kept fucking her and said, “That’s not a tornado, just the heavy winds we get here often.” She smiled and said,”Okay, I’m not frightened.”
She lost track of time. Perhaps it was all no more than a half hour but, to my wife, their lusty union seemed an eternity of sexual passion. And through it all, the rumble of wind, then heavy rain roared outside. She isn’t sure why the racket didn’t distract either but instead enhanced their excitation. As rain pounded against the glass doors, a storm was also ongoing in her mind. His stiff pole skewered her cunt and the storm’s clamor reverberating throughout the room harmonized with their passionate fury. Her body was aflame. His jaw gaped and his eyes were wide with lust. She repeatedly moaned, “Uh huh, uh huh,” and “Yes, yes.”
Beads of perspiration flew from her brow as her head swept side to side against the pillow. His steadily rapid strokes swooped his dick through her wet cunt like a machine. She screamed in another orgasm and a billion stars burst in the room. He plowed on several minutes until the moment he announced, “I’m gonna cum inside you.” She shrieked, “Oh fuck yes! Yes!” His semen rocketed through his shaft and spiraled into her cunt at the moment a sound of thunder burst just beyond the sliding glass doors, followed almost immediately by a dazzling flare of lightning. She breathed deeply and sighed, “That was so perfect.” She squeezed her pussy’s walls around the fleshy firmness of his cock. She unhurriedly gyrated her hips, draining the last droplets from his deflating tool. She whispered, “You cum good.”
He collapsed alongside her and said, “That was amazing.” She grinned and said, “Yeah, like riding a horse through a barn that’s on fire.” He rolled over in laughter.
She reached into her purse on the bedside table for her mobile phone and told him she should call her husband. She said, “I’m in a late meeting for some deep input and can only talk a couple of minutes. This will be going late, so I might not be able to call back tonight.” We have code words like that. I realized she would be fucking some guy and he must be nearby. By the time she clicked off her phone, my stiffy had risen to its full length. Although I knew no more than that, I jerked off and imagined her reaction as a new cock would soon be inside my wife, if it hadn’t already.
They lay together naked and talked until falling asleep around eight that night. He nudged her awake sometime in the dark, early morning and urged her to her knees. Outside, the storm had passed.
She gripped the low, black headboard and swiveled her head about to watch as his dick slid into her pussy from behind. As he fucked her, he said, “Do you mind if I ask your age? I’m 31.” She told him, “33. So I’m an older woman.” He said he hadn’t been able to decide whether she was older or younger. I know that’s right. Dependent upon her choice of clothes, makeup or hairstyle, she has been judged as old as 40 and young enough to be asked for her ID at lounges. It’s something like an actress in her forties playing the part of a high school student. She said, “I get that a lot. There are times at work I would prefer others not to know. Being 'young' in my business isn't a good trait.”
He didn’t cum, but my wife was enthralled by his stamina and lasting power. She massaged her clitoris with a finger as he plowed through her pussy. She shuddered in a second orgasm. When he withdrew and sat up alongside her, she said, “You’re really good.” He asked how marital sex was for her. She said, “Over time, it becomes routine. This is better.” He told her he had heard that before and asked if she did this often. She won’t admit the extent of her sex life to others. She said, “You’re the first. I’m not sure I could do this often, but I’m glad it worked out this way tonight.” He liked that. She knew he would. All guys like to think they’re special and unique, and in at least some ways, all really are.
Thursday morning, she woke up at her usual time of five-thirty, left him in bed and walked naked to the balcony to watch the sun rise. She returned to bed, nudged him awake and sucked his stalk until it achieved erection. She straddled his hips, reached for his dick and guided it into her opening. She rode him until he was again cumming with groans and shivers of release.
The two showered together, dressed and ordered breakfast to her room. He asked if he could drive her to the office. She declined, saying that might raise suspicions if any saw them getting out of his car together. He asked if he could return the following night, her last night in town. She agreed.
They fucked again Thursday night more times than she could recall. He left around six-thirty Friday morning. She walked through town for a couple of hours before returning to her room and packing to leave. She phoned for a cab to the airport.
I had agreed to my wife being picked up at the airport Friday afternoon by her boss. The two stayed at his mountain cottage for the night. As he drove her to his weekend home, he told her he missed her at work and in bed during her absence. She said, “Me too,” but wasn’t about to tell him about her last two nights away. She told me she was as much thrilled fucking him as she had the man the two nights before. His big dick is an exceptional ecstasy that persistently electrifies her when they’re having sex.
She told him in bed she needed to spend more time with me and asked what he thought about him and her getting together once a month rather than the frequency of the past. He thought it over and said perhaps that might be even better. He said waiting that long between sex might seem like the first time they had sex. Gigi laughed at that and said she hadn’t thought of it that way. She said, “You’re probably right. I’ll miss it for a while, but I’ll be looking forward to it the whole time. Seems like a whole new barrel of fun.”
He fucked her twice that night and again the following morning. She kissed him deeply before he withdrew his cock from her worn-out vagina and said, “That was wonderful. You’re the best.”
Fifteen minutes before noon Saturday, my wife’s boss drove up to our home. I was in the process of catching up on work in our home office and hadn’t heard his car drive in out front. At the sound of a car door slamming shut, I closed down my desktop computer and greeted both at the front door.
I asked if either had yet had breakfast. They hadn’t, so I fixed eggs, bacon and toast along with coffee and we sat at our kitchen table. None of us mentioned their night of sex other than his expression of gratitude for allowing Gigi to stay over with him Friday night. I shrugged and said, “I liked it in my own way.” He and my wife grinned at the other and she said, “We liked it too.”
We stood at the front window as he backed out of our driveway. She turned to me and said, “I apologize for not phoning last night. Let’s go to bed and I’ll explain why.” I had already figured that out. She had phoned the night before that and said in coded words she would be sleeping with a guy she met at the presentation meeting. But I was thrilled to hear the details. I always am.
* * * I was out a half hour yesterday to gas up my car. While I was away, I’m not sure who called who, but my wife said upon my return Beau and Jack will finish up this semester of school in mid-May and each will be going home until the summer session begins. Beau is coming to our home Friday night and Jack will be here the following Friday night. I asked if he will be staying overnight, in which event I would sleep in the guest room that night.
She said, “Maybe, but neither of us talked about that. Either way, he and Jack have said they don’t mind you joining us. So I’ll leave the sleeping arrangements to your wishes or discretion.”
I know she usually prefers fucking one-on-one, even when with her two student guys, so I’m guessing I’ll be sleeping in the guest room that night. She and I will be talking about that sometime this week. I don’t have a need to be included if being only with him is best for her.
~ Des
That company’s corporate headquarters is an hour’s flight away. She met with up to a dozen principals at a time over Tuesday afternoon through Thursday around four p.m. She returned each night to her hotel. A few higher ranking officers were at each meeting and others rotated in and out. Although social-distancing was the norm, most attendees wore face masks during the meetings. Her job was to address each group on various topics in the two-to-three hour gatherings. One man, a middle-management type, kept notes for documents to be distributed later. According to the company’s president who attended almost every meeting told her the presentations were among the most helpful of any who had come before for educational meetings. He phoned her boss on her last day to pass along that information.
The man keeping notes walked out of the headquarters building Wednesday afternoon and talked with her on the outer walkway. He’s near her age, with thick dark hair and brown eyes. When she mentioned she was about to phone a cab company to get back to her hotel, he offered to give her a ride. She accepted and, on the way, he asked if she traveled much in her job. She hasn’t traveled as much as when she was at either of the bank’s branches and those trips were only for occasional seminars. She mentioned her husband typically travels a lot but has cut back during this virus outbreak. He said, “I know what that’s like. I’m a ‘traveler’ too.”
He asked if that was a problem for her marriage. She thought a moment, glanced again at him, and decided to give an opening remark to determine if he felt a physical attraction to her. She said, “It takes a lot of understanding between the spouses in a marriage under circumstances like ours.” He said the reason he travels is that he’s a corporate representative. He turned into the hotel’s parking lot and said, “I’ve been engaged to marry three times since college. My time away is a principal reason I haven’t married. You’ll have to tell me how that works with you and your husband.”
She said, “Sure,” opened the passenger door, and added, “I could do that over coffee at the hotel’s rooftop lounge if you want.” He enthusiastically agreed.
They took the elevator to the top and sat at an uncovered, outside table. Six other customers sat at widely-distanced tables. Their conversation went on for about an hour. Of course, Gigi mentioned nothing about her and my agreement she can have sex with whoever she wants. He said, “I’ve noticed many who travel like I do have brief affairs. Have you and your husband discussed that possibility? She grinned, took a moment to think of an appropriate response, and said, “Each of us understands human nature, and things can happen. Neither of us believes in divorce except under the most extreme of circumstances.” Her new friend thought that over a half minute, placed a hand over hers, and said, “That’s a good attitude. I need to have a talk with any potential fiancés.”
She agreed that was a good idea and he said, “Maybe you could give me some suggestions on how to bring up that topic.”
A waitress approached their table and apologized, “I’m sorry about this. We’re closing for the day. We were just notified tornadoes are expected in our area. I can offer more coffee in plastic cups to take back to your room and there’s no charge for any of this.” Gigi asked if tornadoes were frequent here. The waitress told her it doesn’t happen often and serious tornadoes are rare.
He didn’t remove his hand and she didn’t pull away. She said, “We can take the coffee to my suite. I’m on the fourth floor.” Being assigned to an upper floor in any hotel is unusual for her. For safety reasons of potential fires or other emergencies, she most often requests a first floor when staying in hotels. She learned that when training for her license as an armed security agent. Except for the required part-time internship following those courses, she has never actually worked as a security guard. When arriving on this trip, she didn’t make that request.
They took the elevator down to her floor. Her room was directly across from the elevator. She pulled a couple of soft drinks from the room’s fridge and led him to the balcony overlooking the hotel’s pool. When she handed him the canned drink, his fingers lingered on her hand longer than necessary. He asked if staying in the hotel nights had become boring. She said, “Sure, but I learned few places are open around here anymore. No restaurants, no bars. So, like everyone else, I just put up with it.”
He said, “How about a walk through the city park? We could feed the ducks and watch the lake.” His offer essentially was a clear message he was interested in a night’s hookup. She said, “I can’t think of anything better to do.” They walked to his car.
He parked alongside the street. Although the city is that state’s largest, no more than a half dozen people were in sight. An elderly couple walked along the sidewalk surrounding the lake and others sat on benches and talking at the lake’s edge. He and my wife walked a third of the way around the lake to a wooded area and he urged her to accompany him through a mulched path through a wooded area. The walkway was lit by dim, widely-spaced lawn lamps at each side of the path.
Stopping and pointing to an enormous oak, he said, “This is the park’s oldest tree but no one really knows its age.” She stared up at the canopy of leaves and branches above them, then turned as he stared at her. His height is about the same as hers. Her lips parted and he leaned to kiss her fully on the mouth. She breathed deeply and her arms embraced his neck. He said, “Let’s go to my car.” He led her by the hand back down the walk to the curbside and opened the passenger-side door.
Inside, he embraced and kissed her. A hand slipped beneath her blouse and stroked a breast. He asked if she might object if they go back to her room. She didn’t.
Closing the suite’s door behind them, he pressed her back to the wall with a kiss. The closed drapes covering the room’s sliding doors darkened the room. Their clothes puddled to the floor and he led her to the bed. He ripped back the covers and urged her to her back. He went down on her, his tongue lathering her cunt. She moaned as his tongue slid across her clitoris. Her hips rose and fell amid high-pitched Ooohs and soon she muttered, “I’m cumming.” She screamed amid a prolonged climax that rocked her body. She pleaded, “Fuck me. I need your hard cock.”
He crawled between her thighs and guided his dickhead to the mouth of her pussy. She lifted her hips to allow him access to her opening and cried out as his shaft slid deep into her tunnel. She cried out as he fucked her, slowly at first but increased his tempo as she fervently responded. Her legs wrapped around his hips. As he pummeled her pussy, her heels kicked his buttocks and she bawled, “Oh fuck yeah, it’s so good.”
A loud wind rushed past the room’s glass doors like an ongoing detonation. Both looked toward the window. He kept fucking her and said, “That’s not a tornado, just the heavy winds we get here often.” She smiled and said,”Okay, I’m not frightened.”
She lost track of time. Perhaps it was all no more than a half hour but, to my wife, their lusty union seemed an eternity of sexual passion. And through it all, the rumble of wind, then heavy rain roared outside. She isn’t sure why the racket didn’t distract either but instead enhanced their excitation. As rain pounded against the glass doors, a storm was also ongoing in her mind. His stiff pole skewered her cunt and the storm’s clamor reverberating throughout the room harmonized with their passionate fury. Her body was aflame. His jaw gaped and his eyes were wide with lust. She repeatedly moaned, “Uh huh, uh huh,” and “Yes, yes.”
Beads of perspiration flew from her brow as her head swept side to side against the pillow. His steadily rapid strokes swooped his dick through her wet cunt like a machine. She screamed in another orgasm and a billion stars burst in the room. He plowed on several minutes until the moment he announced, “I’m gonna cum inside you.” She shrieked, “Oh fuck yes! Yes!” His semen rocketed through his shaft and spiraled into her cunt at the moment a sound of thunder burst just beyond the sliding glass doors, followed almost immediately by a dazzling flare of lightning. She breathed deeply and sighed, “That was so perfect.” She squeezed her pussy’s walls around the fleshy firmness of his cock. She unhurriedly gyrated her hips, draining the last droplets from his deflating tool. She whispered, “You cum good.”
He collapsed alongside her and said, “That was amazing.” She grinned and said, “Yeah, like riding a horse through a barn that’s on fire.” He rolled over in laughter.
She reached into her purse on the bedside table for her mobile phone and told him she should call her husband. She said, “I’m in a late meeting for some deep input and can only talk a couple of minutes. This will be going late, so I might not be able to call back tonight.” We have code words like that. I realized she would be fucking some guy and he must be nearby. By the time she clicked off her phone, my stiffy had risen to its full length. Although I knew no more than that, I jerked off and imagined her reaction as a new cock would soon be inside my wife, if it hadn’t already.
They lay together naked and talked until falling asleep around eight that night. He nudged her awake sometime in the dark, early morning and urged her to her knees. Outside, the storm had passed.
She gripped the low, black headboard and swiveled her head about to watch as his dick slid into her pussy from behind. As he fucked her, he said, “Do you mind if I ask your age? I’m 31.” She told him, “33. So I’m an older woman.” He said he hadn’t been able to decide whether she was older or younger. I know that’s right. Dependent upon her choice of clothes, makeup or hairstyle, she has been judged as old as 40 and young enough to be asked for her ID at lounges. It’s something like an actress in her forties playing the part of a high school student. She said, “I get that a lot. There are times at work I would prefer others not to know. Being 'young' in my business isn't a good trait.”
He didn’t cum, but my wife was enthralled by his stamina and lasting power. She massaged her clitoris with a finger as he plowed through her pussy. She shuddered in a second orgasm. When he withdrew and sat up alongside her, she said, “You’re really good.” He asked how marital sex was for her. She said, “Over time, it becomes routine. This is better.” He told her he had heard that before and asked if she did this often. She won’t admit the extent of her sex life to others. She said, “You’re the first. I’m not sure I could do this often, but I’m glad it worked out this way tonight.” He liked that. She knew he would. All guys like to think they’re special and unique, and in at least some ways, all really are.
Thursday morning, she woke up at her usual time of five-thirty, left him in bed and walked naked to the balcony to watch the sun rise. She returned to bed, nudged him awake and sucked his stalk until it achieved erection. She straddled his hips, reached for his dick and guided it into her opening. She rode him until he was again cumming with groans and shivers of release.
The two showered together, dressed and ordered breakfast to her room. He asked if he could drive her to the office. She declined, saying that might raise suspicions if any saw them getting out of his car together. He asked if he could return the following night, her last night in town. She agreed.
They fucked again Thursday night more times than she could recall. He left around six-thirty Friday morning. She walked through town for a couple of hours before returning to her room and packing to leave. She phoned for a cab to the airport.
I had agreed to my wife being picked up at the airport Friday afternoon by her boss. The two stayed at his mountain cottage for the night. As he drove her to his weekend home, he told her he missed her at work and in bed during her absence. She said, “Me too,” but wasn’t about to tell him about her last two nights away. She told me she was as much thrilled fucking him as she had the man the two nights before. His big dick is an exceptional ecstasy that persistently electrifies her when they’re having sex.
She told him in bed she needed to spend more time with me and asked what he thought about him and her getting together once a month rather than the frequency of the past. He thought it over and said perhaps that might be even better. He said waiting that long between sex might seem like the first time they had sex. Gigi laughed at that and said she hadn’t thought of it that way. She said, “You’re probably right. I’ll miss it for a while, but I’ll be looking forward to it the whole time. Seems like a whole new barrel of fun.”
He fucked her twice that night and again the following morning. She kissed him deeply before he withdrew his cock from her worn-out vagina and said, “That was wonderful. You’re the best.”
Fifteen minutes before noon Saturday, my wife’s boss drove up to our home. I was in the process of catching up on work in our home office and hadn’t heard his car drive in out front. At the sound of a car door slamming shut, I closed down my desktop computer and greeted both at the front door.
I asked if either had yet had breakfast. They hadn’t, so I fixed eggs, bacon and toast along with coffee and we sat at our kitchen table. None of us mentioned their night of sex other than his expression of gratitude for allowing Gigi to stay over with him Friday night. I shrugged and said, “I liked it in my own way.” He and my wife grinned at the other and she said, “We liked it too.”
We stood at the front window as he backed out of our driveway. She turned to me and said, “I apologize for not phoning last night. Let’s go to bed and I’ll explain why.” I had already figured that out. She had phoned the night before that and said in coded words she would be sleeping with a guy she met at the presentation meeting. But I was thrilled to hear the details. I always am.
* * * I was out a half hour yesterday to gas up my car. While I was away, I’m not sure who called who, but my wife said upon my return Beau and Jack will finish up this semester of school in mid-May and each will be going home until the summer session begins. Beau is coming to our home Friday night and Jack will be here the following Friday night. I asked if he will be staying overnight, in which event I would sleep in the guest room that night.
She said, “Maybe, but neither of us talked about that. Either way, he and Jack have said they don’t mind you joining us. So I’ll leave the sleeping arrangements to your wishes or discretion.”
I know she usually prefers fucking one-on-one, even when with her two student guys, so I’m guessing I’ll be sleeping in the guest room that night. She and I will be talking about that sometime this week. I don’t have a need to be included if being only with him is best for her.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Damn dude. She fucked this guy upon knowing him for a couple hours. Was he super hot or was she super horny?
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Again I appreciate the detail in Gigi's latest adventure, did she know by the time she accepted the lift to her hotel that she would likely fuck him?
Is he far enough removed from the banks employees that there is no danger of word getting back.
Things have the habit of falling into her lap. must make the event even sweeter.
Is he far enough removed from the banks employees that there is no danger of word getting back.
Things have the habit of falling into her lap. must make the event even sweeter.
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Actually, she got to know him over a couple of days' time. He took notes at every meeting she held. I asked about his appearance and was told he's "better than average" looking but her attraction was that was fun to talk with. (I responded it seems he was fun in other ways too but she gave me one of those side glance flashes of disapproval when I said that.) She says he has an average build, so I wouldn't consider that super hot as you mentioned but apparently satisfactory to my wife. She said his position with his company reminded her of herself when she was a branch manager and she thinks he will be moving up with the organization in time. She told him that at some point when they were together.
I don't know if she can be described as super horny but she remarked yesterday fucking is more fun than sitting around a hotel room. That seems right to me. Thanks for writing, A7.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
I don't think she knew that quickly but it crossed her mind. This company has only a one-time contractual agreement with the bank and he assured her he has no intention of mentioning their having sex with anyone. That could harm his own position with his firm, so I see no way word can get back to the bank.solstice wrote: ↑Mon Apr 20, 2020 1:26 pmAgain I appreciate the detail in Gigi's latest adventure, did she know by the time she accepted the lift to her hotel that she would likely fuck him?
Is he far enough removed from the banks employees that there is no danger of word getting back.
Things have the habit of falling into her lap. must make the event even sweeter.
I realized after posting the above that I failed to mention she has Monday through Wednesday off as a result of her trip, so she and I plan a road trip tomorrow. We will be wearing her two better face masks whenever we get out of the car. My oversight in including remarks like that happen often when my fingers are flying on the keyboard.
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rascalnvixen
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Des,
Sounds like she had a really busy week away!! hehehe I do wonder if she didn't or you forgot to mention if she and the middle mgmt. guy used condoms. I know that can be a bit a mood killer but was just wondering as he was a complete stranger. So, while she was gone, what did you fill your time with at home?? And it sounds like some interesting times approaching!!! I like the fact that she asked the boss to limit their fucking to once a month. I was surprised that she asked for just once a month instead of twice a month. I thought that she would have preferred twice considering how much she likes him in bed!!! Either way, I wonder what her motive was for scaling back to just once a month if it was not as she said to Mr. Boss. Maybe she wants to spend more time with you!! I'm sure you are not opposed to that idea!!!!
Rascal
Sounds like she had a really busy week away!! hehehe I do wonder if she didn't or you forgot to mention if she and the middle mgmt. guy used condoms. I know that can be a bit a mood killer but was just wondering as he was a complete stranger. So, while she was gone, what did you fill your time with at home?? And it sounds like some interesting times approaching!!! I like the fact that she asked the boss to limit their fucking to once a month. I was surprised that she asked for just once a month instead of twice a month. I thought that she would have preferred twice considering how much she likes him in bed!!! Either way, I wonder what her motive was for scaling back to just once a month if it was not as she said to Mr. Boss. Maybe she wants to spend more time with you!! I'm sure you are not opposed to that idea!!!!
Rascal
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Wow, Awesome Update Des. Love the unexpected spur of the moment hookup w/ the note taker and it really sounds like they had a HOT time. I am sure her night w/ her boss was nice for her to come home to and was super for for her. Gigi is such an awesome Lady. Sounds like more fun this weekend. I hope you guys enjoy your road trip... Always looking to you next update....Cheers
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Hi Rascal! As far as she knows, he didn't have a condum and that isn't something Gigi carries with her. I doubt either of them considered it. On some occasions in past unanticipated hookups, guys have asked whether they might have impregnated her. She admits she had a tubal ligation at age 26 for health reasons but that discussion didn't come up this time and most often hasn't.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Mon Apr 20, 2020 7:51 pmDes,
Sounds like she had a really busy week away!! hehehe I do wonder if she didn't or you forgot to mention if she and the middle mgmt. guy used condoms. I know that can be a bit a mood killer but was just wondering as he was a complete stranger. So, while she was gone, what did you fill your time with at home?? And it sounds like some interesting times approaching!!! I like the fact that she asked the boss to limit their fucking to once a month. I was surprised that she asked for just once a month instead of twice a month. I thought that she would have preferred twice considering how much she likes him in bed!!! Either way, I wonder what her motive was for scaling back to just once a month if it was not as she said to Mr. Boss. Maybe she wants to spend more time with you!! I'm sure you are not opposed to that idea!!!!
Rascal
About that monthly schedule with her boss - Neither of us think they will really be apart that long. Circumstances come up that are likely to make it more often. Her reasoning is that her staying overnight with him won't be as often as in the past. He's still fucking their shared secretary but not as often as my wife. His and my wife's sexual unions are always hot for both. If he and my wife get together more often for a short fuck, I'm sure both will be thrilled during those times as they come about. Personally, I hope it's more often but whatever she wants is fine with me. He clearly has something I don't and that's a thrill she needs. She told him she would be thinking about their getting together the whole time they're physically apart and I know that to be true. I suspect he also thinks about it a lot. If they actually wait that long, I can't imagine how hot those times will be when they finally get together.
Either way, you're right - We will have that much more time together and that's never boring. Gigi is packing for our overnight excursion, so we will be leaving in about a half hour. Thanks for writing.
Always good to hear from you.
~ Des
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Des Writes: She told him she would be thinking about their getting together the whole time they're physically apart and I know that to be true.
But then Gigi is a very thoughtful lady, she thinks of you when she phones to keep you up to date wit her escapades, you then have something to keep your pot boiling until her return.
But then Gigi is a very thoughtful lady, she thinks of you when she phones to keep you up to date wit her escapades, you then have something to keep your pot boiling until her return.
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Des,
Your latest profile pic is great don't change it for a while. Gigi had it right "its better to be fucking than sitting in a hotel room alone"
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Your latest profile pic is great don't change it for a while. Gigi had it right "its better to be fucking than sitting in a hotel room alone"
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but was unsure anyone was still reading any of this. Thanks for reminding me.
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Believe me, there are MANY still reading this! It's the first place I look for any new updates on the site. I believe this is the best thread in the hotwife forum, you and Gigi ARE THE BEST!
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Believe me, there are MANY still reading this! It's the first place I look for any new updates on the site. I believe this is the best thread in the hotwife forum, you and Gigi ARE THE BEST!
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viking53
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I'm not sure if this has come up before or if I have missed it. I have been wondering for some time if you and Gigi have been planning for a family and how it fitted in with her activities.
Is this something that has enabled Gigi to let loose and enjoy the lifestyle to the maximum?
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by 6inches Your latest profile pic is great don't change it for a while.
Have to agree, you scored the Jackpot the day you married this lady, but then it is a perfect match.
May be repeating myself, but I think her breasts are sublime.
Have to agree, you scored the Jackpot the day you married this lady, but then it is a perfect match.
May be repeating myself, but I think her breasts are sublime.
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Your thread and her Number one are my first choice when exploring HW, When I entered just now All I could hear was the ghostly echo of my voice crying, " Is there anyone else in here." yours is such a haven of good sense, and warm natured banter. But then you are hardly a public service, and entitled to your downtime, greetings to you both.
As a professional writer do you use Grammerly, it is always recommending itself on the net, is the free edition worth having, or do they harangue you constantly to take the paid for version? I am sensitive with my poor command of written English.
As a professional writer do you use Grammerly, it is always recommending itself on the net, is the free edition worth having, or do they harangue you constantly to take the paid for version? I am sensitive with my poor command of written English.
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“Just an update” (a more ordinary day in our lives):
On our two days away together, we checked into a small, rustic, log-cabin-look hotel alongside the river that runs through the town an hour away. The owners said they’re doing better attracting guests than most hotels around the country. The cabins now are typically half-filled on weekdays and better on weekends. Before the virus outbreak, customers were on a waiting list. The owner’s wife said, “At least we’re showing a little profit,” which I’m always happy to hear from stressed business owners.
We rented a canoe and paddled a mile downriver to a remote spot for a picnic. A couple of guys in their early thirties pulled a motorboat alongside our canoe and joined us for an hour. Both were staying at the same hotel and one seemed to be subtly hitting on my wife. She engaged both in a friendly way. When we paddled back, I asked if she found them attractive, but she said, “I wasn’t interested if that’s what you’re asking. I’ve had a lot of dick this past week.”
For us though, the sex was good. As we fucked, she entertained me by retelling what she likes most about her boss’ big cock. She said she enjoyed my picking out her clothes for a date recently and said, “The next time I have a date with my boss, I want you to get naked and dress me. I liked the last time you did that.” I promised to do as she wished. I liked it too.
We checked out before noon today and walked around town, had lunch at a fish-house restaurant, and hung around the town park for a couple of hours. Some stores were open but few others were on the streets. We purchased a few items, more out of sympathy for the merchants than need.
We arrived home at four p.m. today to find seven calls on our answering machine. Six were for my wife - one from her parents and the others from Beau, Jack, her boss, Jack’s married girlfriend Jean and Liz, the wife-half of our boat-owner friends.
She sat at our desktop computer and read her emails as she put the phone on speaker for me to listen in. Beau wants to come over tonight. He’s also scheduled to be here overnight Friday but said he “really needed” to see her tonight if she was free. I told her that’s fine with me and she responded to him, “Okay, I can do that.”
Her boss wanted her opinion on a personnel matter. Liz asked if we’re interested in another river trip on their boat now that the weather has warmed. Liz told my wife she could again bring Jack and Beau for the trip if she wished; but school will then be out and the two guys will be returning to their homes until their school’s summer session begins. She changed into a jogging outfit and returned the calls.
Both her young guys are finishing up the year at or near the top of their classes. Beau said he’s learning accounting is going to be a harder profession than he once realized. Gigi told him, “All life is hard. If a job seems easy, you’re not doing it right.” He mentioned his part-time job at the bank where she works by saying, “I feel like an amateur working for the bank’s finance chief.” She said, “He told me you’re doing fine there, so keep working at it. Amateurs built the Ark. Professionals built the Titanic.”
He chuckled and said he’s glad he’s fucking her, that he’s learned a lot more than sex from her. She told him he now knows more about women and sex than most of the older male population. I’m sure that’s right. Beau quoted some related remark from Descartes he had read in high school. My wife went into a five-minute dissertation that Descartes is proof that even a genius can be wrong; his conclusion that we’re self-contained identities is way off track. She said, “All of us learn from others, not from within.” I had never before heard her mention any of that. Beau responded, “You’re a good teacher. I’m learning to see almost everything from your perspective.”
When she completed her calls, she turned to me and said, “Maybe I can teach him something new tonight.” I asked what that might be and she laughed as she walked out the front door to go out for a run. She turned before closing the door behind her and said, “Why is it called a drive-through if you have to stop?” Maybe that was a rhetorical answer but if it was, I didn’t get it. Or maybe it was just a joke. I’m often uncertain about her intent.
So I’m still in the dark about that. But if she’s serious about teaching Beau something new about sex, I suppose I’ll eventually find out.
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And, oh yeah, about that singe call for me on the recorder; I got a laugh out of that. The firm’s senior partner called to say he was on the way to the office yesterday morning. For at least two weeks, he and I and four others are the only personnel regularly going into the office. He was driving his convertible with the top down and noticed a car in front of him with a New York license plate. The other driver spit out the car’s window and the boss freaked out. He raised the top and turned onto another road to take a different path to work.
He bitched, “That’s the third NY plate I’ve spotted in three days. Those people are supposed to be in lockdown. Some were already escaping the high taxes. Now, coronavirus must be emptying their state.” I returned his call and sympathized. (Personally, I like NY but I understand his concern.)
[~ Des/i]
On our two days away together, we checked into a small, rustic, log-cabin-look hotel alongside the river that runs through the town an hour away. The owners said they’re doing better attracting guests than most hotels around the country. The cabins now are typically half-filled on weekdays and better on weekends. Before the virus outbreak, customers were on a waiting list. The owner’s wife said, “At least we’re showing a little profit,” which I’m always happy to hear from stressed business owners.
We rented a canoe and paddled a mile downriver to a remote spot for a picnic. A couple of guys in their early thirties pulled a motorboat alongside our canoe and joined us for an hour. Both were staying at the same hotel and one seemed to be subtly hitting on my wife. She engaged both in a friendly way. When we paddled back, I asked if she found them attractive, but she said, “I wasn’t interested if that’s what you’re asking. I’ve had a lot of dick this past week.”
For us though, the sex was good. As we fucked, she entertained me by retelling what she likes most about her boss’ big cock. She said she enjoyed my picking out her clothes for a date recently and said, “The next time I have a date with my boss, I want you to get naked and dress me. I liked the last time you did that.” I promised to do as she wished. I liked it too.
We checked out before noon today and walked around town, had lunch at a fish-house restaurant, and hung around the town park for a couple of hours. Some stores were open but few others were on the streets. We purchased a few items, more out of sympathy for the merchants than need.
We arrived home at four p.m. today to find seven calls on our answering machine. Six were for my wife - one from her parents and the others from Beau, Jack, her boss, Jack’s married girlfriend Jean and Liz, the wife-half of our boat-owner friends.
She sat at our desktop computer and read her emails as she put the phone on speaker for me to listen in. Beau wants to come over tonight. He’s also scheduled to be here overnight Friday but said he “really needed” to see her tonight if she was free. I told her that’s fine with me and she responded to him, “Okay, I can do that.”
Her boss wanted her opinion on a personnel matter. Liz asked if we’re interested in another river trip on their boat now that the weather has warmed. Liz told my wife she could again bring Jack and Beau for the trip if she wished; but school will then be out and the two guys will be returning to their homes until their school’s summer session begins. She changed into a jogging outfit and returned the calls.
Both her young guys are finishing up the year at or near the top of their classes. Beau said he’s learning accounting is going to be a harder profession than he once realized. Gigi told him, “All life is hard. If a job seems easy, you’re not doing it right.” He mentioned his part-time job at the bank where she works by saying, “I feel like an amateur working for the bank’s finance chief.” She said, “He told me you’re doing fine there, so keep working at it. Amateurs built the Ark. Professionals built the Titanic.”
He chuckled and said he’s glad he’s fucking her, that he’s learned a lot more than sex from her. She told him he now knows more about women and sex than most of the older male population. I’m sure that’s right. Beau quoted some related remark from Descartes he had read in high school. My wife went into a five-minute dissertation that Descartes is proof that even a genius can be wrong; his conclusion that we’re self-contained identities is way off track. She said, “All of us learn from others, not from within.” I had never before heard her mention any of that. Beau responded, “You’re a good teacher. I’m learning to see almost everything from your perspective.”
When she completed her calls, she turned to me and said, “Maybe I can teach him something new tonight.” I asked what that might be and she laughed as she walked out the front door to go out for a run. She turned before closing the door behind her and said, “Why is it called a drive-through if you have to stop?” Maybe that was a rhetorical answer but if it was, I didn’t get it. Or maybe it was just a joke. I’m often uncertain about her intent.
So I’m still in the dark about that. But if she’s serious about teaching Beau something new about sex, I suppose I’ll eventually find out.
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And, oh yeah, about that singe call for me on the recorder; I got a laugh out of that. The firm’s senior partner called to say he was on the way to the office yesterday morning. For at least two weeks, he and I and four others are the only personnel regularly going into the office. He was driving his convertible with the top down and noticed a car in front of him with a New York license plate. The other driver spit out the car’s window and the boss freaked out. He raised the top and turned onto another road to take a different path to work.
He bitched, “That’s the third NY plate I’ve spotted in three days. Those people are supposed to be in lockdown. Some were already escaping the high taxes. Now, coronavirus must be emptying their state.” I returned his call and sympathized. (Personally, I like NY but I understand his concern.)
[~ Des/i]
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Professional writers I know use the Grammarly premium version. Almost all of those prefer it to similar programs for the reasons of its accuracy and ease of use. I check my own work on that but not on casual writing like emails or updates posted here. Experienced writers know how to spell and phrase sentences, but we all make typos. No matter your mistake, Grammarly will find your errors.
The free version is all most need. Students and professionals should purchase the paid version. The most common mistake the program finds among professional writers is a missing comma; but many pros like novelists often have reasons not to include commas in some sentences.
I recommend it to others, pros or not. Everyone I know is aware that most people, regardless of educational level, really don’t know how to express themselves properly in writing. An attorney I know is among the worst writers I’ve ever encountered, and good expression is essential in his field. Most know people who send out a lot of emails or post on social media sites can unintentionally offend others by misstating the intent of their messages. My recommendation is, “Try it out.” You’ll find it won’t take long to become accustomed to the application.
~ Des
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Thanks so much for that information Des, I resisted using it in case it gathered too much personal information, but they all do, especially google and Amazon: I will sign up for the free version.
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Gigi says in her inimitable way "Amateurs built the Ark. Professionals built the Titanic.” just creased me
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Des writes: But if she’s serious about teaching Beau something new about sex, I suppose I’ll eventually find out.
Who knows, you might even pick up a few new moves.
Who knows, you might even pick up a few new moves.
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rascalnvixen
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Hmmmm.... That doesn't really happen, does it Des??? I can't imagine anyone being offended by anything I would say!!!
LOL!!! Rascal
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Never, Rascal. I frequently encounter those sorts of emails but realize the writers don't mean the messages the way those comes across. Depending upon whoever the sender is, I don't mention that in my replies. I'd like to recommend Grammarly to them but some of those are sensitive and would consider it an insult.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Wed Apr 22, 2020 4:35 pmHmmmm.... That doesn't really happen, does it Des??? I can't imagine anyone being offended by anything I would say!!!
Rascal
- - - - (I received some PMs to leave the current avatar up for a longer time instead of rotating them as I usually do. Apparently some guys like to jerk off to that pic when reading my wife's encounters. So I'll do that. Last night was pretty good when Beau came over. I'll get around to that tonight or tomorrow.)
~ Des
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