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by Des 31 » Sun Aug 02, 2020 5:47 am
I could edit the following down to a third of what you’ll find here. The activity and surprising revelations have been rather extensive over the past few days. But I have a few things to do before my wife returns home, probably a bit past noon, so I’m copying and pasting most from my ongoing journal updated this morning. I hope some don’t find this to be too much.
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My wife’s youngest guy Beau arrived in town Thursday, a day earlier than he intended. He and my wife changed their plans when he phoned early Wednesday evening. That allowed a third night to spend with my wife; but he was also in town to meet with his future landlord and leave a security deposit on the duplex apartment he will occupy the coming school year. Gigi had told me on Tuesday it would be better for her and Beau this weekend if she and I didn’t have sex until he was to return to his family’s home Sunday morning. I agreed that made sense; but she glanced aside and joked, “You can wait your turn.” I liked her enthusiasm.
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In anticipation of his visit, my wife and I left work earlier than usual. She showered and, as she was blow-drying her hair, told me to pick out a casual outfit he might like. I chose her short, white wrap-around golf skirt and an abbreviated white blouse that ties beneath the breasts, exposing her midriff. I suggested she didn’t need a bra. She turned, put away the hair-dryer, and said, “Want to dress me?” I’m always eager to help when asked.
I pulled the skirt up her legs and tied the top. She sat in our bedside chair awaiting me to put on her white socks and running shoes. She looked down to my evident erection and smiled, saying, “You like doing this, don’t you?” I responded that I wanted the two of them to have a hot reunion over the next three nights and, yes, I liked preparing her for a date. She stood, her hands on her hips and long legs apart. She ran her tongue slowly over her upper lip and said, “I’m sure he’s as excited as me.” Gancing down to the erection in my chinos, added, “It looks like our holding off sex for a few days has made you ready for when he leaves Saturday morning.” I could have fucked her right at that moment, but she was instead ready for Beau and I didn’t wish to mess up any of what was soon to come for the two of them.
Beau arrived at our place just past six. They were fucking within an hour after the three of us had talked, and I worked on some assignments in our home office. For her benefit, I told her I wouldn’t watch the bedroom's surveillance cam feeds the first few hours of their sexual reunion; I didn’t want her to be thinking about me while he’s fucking her. The bedroom door was closed, so I was unsure what was going on in there. Each was in a high state of excitation by the time they made their way to the bedroom, and Gigi has since told me it was hot for both.
Soon before he had arrived, I asked if she was excited about seeing him again. She didn’t respond with words; instead, she looked at me with a closed-lip, weak smile and her body shuddered in anticipation. Her swollen nipples jutted out noticeably beneath her white blouse. At that moment, I wanted his cock inside her hot cunt so much my dick swelled and pulsated. I don’t think she noticed.
Before they retreated to our bedroom, they embraced and kissed deeply as I sat across from the two on our couch. To give them privacy, I went to the kitchen and unzipped my fly. Stroking my cock, I peered around the wall but by then they were walking to the hallway. Gigi was leading him with her fist curled around his stiff shaft. She said to him in a whining tone, “I need you so much tonight.” I’m sure she meant it; he had definitely been in her lusty thoughts for at least two days.
Their clothes were scattered on the couch and coffee table, so I folded those and left them atop a towel outside our bedroom door before going to sleep in our guest bedroom. Remembering the image of my wife’s excited tone as she and he walked out of the living room, I jerked off wildly as I lay in bed. I was probably as hot as either of them.
On the phone the previous evening, Beau told my wife Sherry couldn’t come with him this weekend. He said she was committed to “something else,” but the good news was that she accepted a proposal for the two to be married upon his graduation. Sherry has decided to accept the position offered by a local aircraft-maintenance company at the airport just south of our town. Beau asked Gigi about the possibility of a permanent position for him at the bank; she told him that had already been discussed between her, the chief financial officer and their boss and he would be offered that position within the next few months if the CFO’s opinion of him remained the same. She asked him not to mention she has told him that.
Before hanging up the phone in her conversation with him the previous night, Gigi asked what his girlfriend was doing this weekend that prevented her from traveling with him. While taking part-time pilot lessons, Sherry had dated her divorced flight instructor off and on a few weeks before Beau had asked if she would consider marrying him when he graduates late next year. He will be fucking her this weekend. She had promised staying these couple of nights with the instructor three weeks previously and Beau agreed she shouldn’t go back on her word. She doesn’t anticipate that casual relationship to last after she receives her pilot’s license in about two weeks. She mentioned she felt a little guilty about having sex with him, but Beau told her he thought it was exciting and encouraged her to go ahead with the date. She was thrilled with that.
Sherry’s two-year airplane mechanics training ends this August. Because of her developing relationship with Beau, she decided to forego active military service as she had previously considered. Instead, she was told by the company for which she will soon be working they’re certain she can get a commission in the Air National Guard, to which another company’s mechanic belongs as a pilot. She is considering that as an opportunity to serve; and Beau thinks she will accept that if the opportunities are what she believes they will be. She thinks she might have the opportunity to fly in that service.
The next morning, I was up at our usual 5:30, fixed breakfast, and called them on our phone intercom. Her huffing told me he was giving her an early morning fuck and her comment, “We’ll be there in a minute,” was followed by “Oh yeah, cum inside me!” He was wearing my terry cloth robe when he and my wife, attired only in my pajama top, joined me.
They plopped into chairs alongside the other. I served breakfast and sat across from them. Both were bushed from their night of hot sex, and neither had combed their mussed hair. He’s always been a good looking young guy with a good build. But I hadn’t paid full attention to how he has filled out since he began exercising and running a few months back. His neck is a bit thicker. His arms are broader, and his six-pack looked good beneath the open folds of his robe. I said nothing about that but privately realized his improved physique most likely adds another thrill for my wife.
Given what Beau had told us about his and Sherry’s planned marriage, I asked whether he had reservations about Sherry sleeping with another tonight. He and my wife laughed at my inquiry. He said, “I hope she’s getting it good. When we left your place a couple of weeks ago, Sherry said she thinks you two have the perfect marriage. I agreed. Your wife has taught me more about life than anyone I’ve ever met. We both hope our marriage is something like yours, but Sherry agreed I could date others like I want her to do.”
Gigi interrupted and said to me, “Maybe you haven’t noticed. Beau is becoming you.” I have since thought about that remark and realize his mannerisms have increasingly been more like mine. I think my wife might have been essentially remaking his personality and way of thinking. That’s something I hadn’t previously considered; I may be wrong in my assumption, but I haven’t yet talked with her about whether she intended that or is even aware of the possibility.
Beau nodded affirmatively and said, “After all, it’s just sex,” then turning to Gigi, added, “But with you two, it’s different. I think of you as family.” I sat quietly a moment and realized my wife and I have come to think of him as just that. She had told me the night before sex with him is different from that with her boss. She said, “I’ve come to love Beau more deeply.” She feels their prolonged affair has made their sex even more exciting than the past, which is saying a lot. I was pleased to hear it and now suspect this relationship may outlast any in her past.
She smiled, turned to Beau, and said, “At one time, I thought of you as a son I’ve never had. Now, you’re something more.” I grinned and said, “When she once told me she thought of you as her son, I told her, ‘Yeah, I can see that if it the son is fucking his mom.’” She didn’t like it when I said that, but now she and he roared in laughter, and Gigi said, “I liked that thought too.” She leaned to kiss Beau fully on the lips and said, “I love you. I want you in our lives permanently.” He responded, “I want that too.”
While they were fucking again, this time in our guest room where I slept the night before, I changed the sheets and pillow-cases and made up our marital bed for their next night.
Gigi had intended to off work Friday but her boss and his family are away a few days, and circumstances at the bank didn’t allow her to stay home. Having that free time, Beau phoned a student from his school who invited him to go water skiing behind his family’s home with a couple of guys and a girl from their school. He hasn’t been on water skis before, but Gigi assured him it’s easy on the first try but warned him novices shouldn’t be talked into performing tricks like reverse side slides or flips and definitely no jumps. He promised with a grin, “Okay, Mom, I’ll be good.”
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When he came in after our return from work, he said he followed her safety advice. But at one point the girl operating the boat unintentionally sped too near the family’s boat dock; Beau released his grip on the rope handle to sail in on his skis to the shore. He said, “So, I broke no bones on my first time out.”
We were getting ready to go out for a quick dinner when the phone rang. Gigi noticed the phone’s ID screen identified it as from Liz and Ben. Liz wanted to firm up our trip downriver on their cabin cruiser this month. Gigi said we were looking forward to it and told her Beau is staying with us through Saturday night. Liz said her boyfriend and Ben’s office manager are coming to their place Saturday evening for a four-way swingers’ party and inquired whether my wife, me and Beau wished to join them.
Gigi turned to Beau and me and asked if we wished to go. I realized I wouldn’t allow me to join the sex and declined, saying, “I would like it if you and Beau go without me. I’ll find something else to do.” She awaited Beau’s response, and he said, “Oh yeah. I’m game.” She told Liz they would be there at six o’clock as Liz had suggested as the arrival time. Gigi turned to me and said, “Are you sure it’s okay with you?” I assured her I liked the idea. She and Beau have swapped with them before on the couple’s boat and Beau has had sex with Liz a few times since. My wife had once met Ben’s office manager, but I had not. Ben hired the woman months ago to manage his businesses. She is said to be a good bookkeeper and manager and had once been a dancer at mens’ clubs before moving to our area. I'm told she’s a “very, very” good looking woman. Gigi tells me she looks to be near her own age of 33 but might be older.
We went out to lunch at a fast food place. When we returned, we got naked and took beers to talk in the hot tub on our patio. Beau will again be working part-time at the bank when he returns in August, a week before his school opens for the fall semester. He said to Gigi the way the bank is run reminds him of the way a good car engine runs. It hums along and he has noticed my wife and her boss make adjustments if a part seems to be knocking. She said their boss is responsible for that, and was told by employees who have been around longer than she, it wasn’t always that way. She too has learned from her boss how and when to make needed changes and keep it that way.
She is unsure whether she or Beau first mentioned it, but they agreed his and her sex together is like that too. They fit together well and their fucking is like a well-oiled machine. She says when they’re having sex, it seems to each they’re united as a single entity, with the same thoughts and feelings. I have watched them on occasion and cannot imagine two bodies so well-honed for the other. Like my wife’s boss, his lasting power and stamina are impressive. And, yeah, it’s better than mine. I like that. A lot.
They kissed and fondled in our hot tub across from me while I stroked beneath the water. They finally got out, dried off, and went to the living room to fuck while I watched and jerked off. Neither climaxed, probably because of me as their audience. Gigi led him by his dick to our bedroom. They were fucking behind the newly installed closed door. I watched the camera feed on my laptop alongside my desktop in our home office and happily jerked my dick until I was cumming hard into a tissue.
She was on her knees and he was pounding her from behind as she gibbered excitedly in words I doubt he could understand either. The best I can describe that is that her drooping jaw, half closed eyes and facial expression was like someone drugged on sex - if that’s even possible - as her young fuckbuddy pumped her with a fury. I admire his stamina and lasting power. I don’t think I was that good ever, at any age. My wife said he was always exceptional at fucking, but she thinks he’s better in all ways now than even a year ago.
Last night, they drove separately to Ben’s and Liz’s home where they would be swapping partners with the couple, Ben’s office manager and Liz’s boyfriend. Around 9:00, I received a phone call from Ben. My wife had said she should call me, but Ben said that because he and I haven’t talked for a while, he would phone me on her behalf.
He said Gigi was pretty much the central figure that night. She was in a bedroom with his wife and office manager for a girl-girl event and my wife seemed in control of the women who were howling at whatever Gigi was doing for them at the moment. I knew why she’s would be exceptional with the women. I have mentioned it in the past within these pages. Her tongue is an inch longer than most; when giving oral sex, her tongue penetrates a vagina like a small cock. For that reason, when she 18-19, she was a favorite with her high school FLAG Bunch girls at their monthly lesbian meetings.
By that time, all guys had fucked my wife and his business manager, but Ben hadn’t yet got around to fucking Liz. I’ll need to await my wife to tell me the details.
Ben phoned again this morning to tell me she will be home just after noon today. Beau will leave their place at that time to drive back to his family’s home 100 miles south of town; he told Ben to thank me for loaning me my wife during his visit. The reason for Gigi’s coming home later than typical is that she asked all to join her in watching our church’s online sermon on TV. She rarely misses those programs now that our church has been indefinitely shut down over the coronavirus outbreak. Ben said Gigi pretty much led a sermon to them a few minutes earlier at breakfast about how religion fits works for her with extramarital sex; I’ve often heard her lengthy explanations before and have a good idea of what she told them.
With all that, I guess this makes me at least half a cuck. All I’m missing to totally fit that definition is a desire for humiliation and sucking cocks, two needs that haven’t been of interest to me.
Well, at least not yet. I don’t recall masturbating so often as these past few days since … Oh, I don’t know; maybe since I was twelve. The only times she has been fucked by that many men in so short a time were on Ben’s boat and a night we attended the now-defunct cuckold-hotwife club. And I don’t yet know how many times each fucked her last night.
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ONE MORE THING from a moment ago unexpectedly winds up this weekend: I was about to end this narrative when Gigi phoned. Liz had said she and her extramarital boyfriend wanted to sing her favorite religious song as a duet before watching that online sermon. A wall in their media room is a painted mural of a western landscape and a six-foot replica of a covered wagon sets in front of it. Gigi set her mobile phone to visual and let me watch. Liz and her boyfriend sat together in front of the covered wagon and she had a guitar in her hand. Liz wore a tan cowgirl hat, fringed leather Custer-like suede jacket, tan jeans and western boots. The other four sat on the floor in a circle.
Gigi had known all those present from before, but these live images from her cell phone was the first I had seen Ben’s office manager or Liz’s boyfriend. I had been told their ages are somewhere in their 30s to mid-’40s, but each has facial features that make it difficult to accurately guess their ages. The woman is attractive, with long auburn hair. Liz’s boyfriend is a good-looking guy with dark brown hair. Liz’s figure still looks like the young gymnast she once was, and her husband Ben is a big guy with a big personality that reminds of John Wayne in his attitude and mannerisms. No matter what inconveniences may come about at times, as it they do to all of us, neither he or nor she - like my wife’s boss - seems to notice. They just deal with it and seemingly take everything in stride. That’s my best-loved characteristic about those three.
Liz has an awesome talent for mimicking old singers of classic-western and rock music from a time before I was born. She and her boyfriend sang, “How Great Thou Art,” for the group as I watched on my cell phone. I detected gasps and words of appreciation of the performance from some or all listening. I was blown away by the process and began to wish I had gone to their party instead of staying home.
Before clicking off her phone, Gigi said that the program the six were watching would be broadcast earlier, she would be home before noon. Beau will be leaving for his family’s home from Liz’s and Ben’s place for the reason he will be working at his parents’ hardware store on Monday.
I need to get busy and put away my work papers, wash the dishes, and do some housework before she gets home. I’m hoping she’s up for one more fuck when she gets home today. (I warned at the outset this update might be lengthy, so I trust those who prefer no more than four or five sentences per posting won't be sending me the usual PMs to complain about this one.)
~ Des
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Des 31 on Sun Aug 02, 2020 9:55 am, edited 2 times in total.
