My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
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Waiting with bated breath. Don’t scrimp on the details. A picture would be good too although the current avatar is close to my favourite.
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Hopefully Monday was fun for everyone.
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Update (eventually): It took me a few days to get around to writing here about Monday night. A series of client needs – all good - kept me working late at the office the past two nights, but I haven’t forgotten a thing about that evening. I finished up my assignments this morning at home.
My wife and I were each up later than usual Monday night when her young boyfriend Beau was at our home. I went to bed in our guest bedroom but was so excited by their fucking and conversations across the hall, I couldn’t get to sleep until past midnight. I could have watched the bedroom surveillance cams on my laptop but, because both our doors were open, I didn’t need to do that
My wife can handle losing sleep and working the next day better than I can, but I was somehow able to do fine at the office the next day.
On Sunday afternoon, Beau moved into the duplex apartment he will be renting through the coming school year and his part-time job at the bank where my wife works. He phoned my wife to tell her he will be back at his part-time job at the bank on Monday. She invited him to our place that night for a second sexual reunion following his time away during the summer.
I answered the phone when he called on his mobile phone to say he was on the way to our home. He said he would be a few minutes late because of the ongoing storm. We have been getting almost daily rains the past several days, and that evening a longer-than-usual thunderstorm had set in over our town.
For the reasons of whistling winds and lightning flashing outside, I punched the wall button to close the outer-electric storm shutters throughout our home. In anticipation of Beau’s arrival, I dimmed the living room lights and tuned the wall shelf’s radio to a slow-music station.
When Gigi came out of our bedroom, she was dressed in her green Oriental robe and said, “Nice atmosphere. Thank you for doing that.” Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. The robe’s lapels parted a bit from her neck to her waist. The two of us set a bowl of vegetable snacks, a bottle of pineapple-flavored wine and wine glasses on the coffee table.
She greeted him at the door and they kissed deeply as I leaned against the bar and said it was good to see him again. He didn’t break from the kiss but acknowledged me with a wave of his hand. Gigi urged him to sit alongside her on the couch and started a casual conversation among the three of us. Soon she shifted to sit at the end of our couch and urged Beau to his back with his head on her lap.
When she leaned to kiss him fully on the lips, the flaps of her robe opened wider. He reached to stroke her breasts. She leaned forward to hover above his face and muttered, “Do you want to suck mommy’s breast?” He moaned agreeably, opening his mouth to nurse a nipple sucked eagerly. She gasped at the sensation. I haven’t before known Gigi to role-play when having sex, but her offer to nurse a breast was like that of a mother-son incestuous relationship. As I continued to watch, I wondered whether this was a frequent happening between the two of them. If it was, I hadn’t known about it and she had not told me that.
Her eyes glazed over. Her mouth half-open, she ran her fingers through his hair. She looked up to where I leaned against the bar separating our kitchen’s dining area but didn’t seem to recognize I was there. Her demeanor was as if in a trance as Beau’s lips and tongue devoured her breast.
Her hand glided down his chest, past his stomach, then to his cock. She closed her fist lightly around the firmness of its circumference. With her tit in his mouth, Beau whined in words I couldn’t make out. Gigi looked down at him and said, “Mommy loves you.” He responded with what I think was, “I love Mommy too.” Their imaginary mother-son scene is something I haven’t before known about and wondered if this is something that often occurs between them. The first 19-year-old with who she had a three-year relationship was ften like that, but I didn’t know the role-playing had been repeated with Beau. I was intrigued but would later learn this isn’t a frequent game between them that sometimes comes about when she detects his need or desire for it.
I retreated to the darkened hallway, unzipped my fly, and peered around the wall to watch. She stretched out alongside him, closed her eyes, and took his dick in her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly as Beau moaned in gratitude. His hips thrust slowly upward to fuck her mouth. I scurried to our guest room, removed my clothes and pulled out a handkerchief from my pants pocket. Before I returned, handkerchief in hand, to again watch both had left to go to our master bedroom. She left the door ajar. I leaned against the hall wall to spy on them.
The room’s only lighting was that of the plug-in night light at our bed’s far side. The dim glow limned the outlines of their naked bodies. Beau spread her long legs and went down on her. Gigi cried out with repetitive hums of “Ohhh!” and “Mmmm! She gripped his shoulders and her head thrashed side to side in animated excitation. I gripped my dick, then swelling in my fist at the moment she screamed in climax.
He crawled atop her and guided his stiff cock to her opening. Her lower lip quivered and she cried out as his staff slid into her cunt. He fucked her slowly for perhaps a minute, then increased his tempo until he was jack-hammering her pussy with a fury. She wailed, “Oh yeah, fuck me!” and other utterings I couldn’t make out. I doubt he understood what she was saying either. Both were ecstatic in their fucking.
I can’t quite explain the feelings that sometimes come over me when she is fully into sex with either Beau or her boss. I’m always exhilarated and thrilled, but occasionally a mixture of other feelings creep in as well. I’m excited when she is intoxicated with lust but sometimes also experience something like a mixture of torture, envy and a wish that sex between her and me could be as hot. At those times, I feel I’m losing control of my emotions and jerking off madly. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It’s like an emotional detonation in my brain that floods my mind with astonishing pleasure. Nothing seems real at those moments. Space and time are exaggerated. As I stroked wildly, my dick felt as if it were twice its actual size. My wife screamed in pleasure and Beau muttered, “Oh Mommy. I love you.” She sobbed in response, “Oh yeah, fuck Mommy. Fuck me good.”
The sensations of Beau’s long-lasting stamina and athletic-like thrusts had driven my wife’s lust into hyper-drive. Her jaw gaped and her wide eyes glared at Beau’s frantic expression as they fucked. I’m sure that if they had even known I was watching from the dark hallway, neither would have given that a thought. The two were as much into each other as any fucking couple could be. Nothing other than their heated sexual union seemed to matter to either of them.
Beau flipped my wife about to her knees and entered her cunt from behind. My wife’s fists pressed against the sheets and she burrowed her scalp into a pillow. She bawled, “It’s so good. I love your cock!” Her uneven tone seemed as if she were crying as he furiously plowed her furrow. I couldn’t hold back. My eyes closed tightly and my head rolled back. I gasped as my juice spurted into the handkerchief in my opposite hand.
Soon, she whimpered, “Oh, honey, I’m gonna cum again!” Beau groaned like a gorilla as his sperm rocketed into her channel; and moments later my wife shuddered and screamed in mind-boggling orgasm.
Breathing heavily, they crumpled alongside the other. Each exchanged grateful recognitions for the hot sex. As they talked about the other’s response when they were fucking, each laughed and Beau said, “I know. It’s like I lose my mind when we’re having sex.” I guess I can understand that. I seemed to also have lost my mind by only jerking off to the sounds and visuals of their screwing.
Gigi asked if he wanted to stay the night. Beau agreed to stay until sometime in the early morning but needed to get back to his place to get ready for work the next day. My wife said, “Great,” and set the bedside alarm for three a.m. He chuckled and said, "This is like an early birthday gift." They fucked at least once more during the night, but I was in the guest bedroom and slept through that. When I awoke to go to the bathroom around two in the morning, the bedroom door was closed, so I heard nothing from that room until my wife came out at 5:30 for breakfast, and by then Beau had left for his place.
Sitting across from her at our kitchen table, I confessed watching them the previous night and said, “I guess it was better after you and he having gone without sex for so long. She looked up with a grin and joked, “Waiting is good. My dad once told me, ‘Anything worth having is worth waiting for.’ So I waited until I was fifteen.” My laughing caused me to spit drops of coffee onto the table. She reached to pull an alcohol wipe from the kitchen counter and wiped the table. She glanced aside at me and said, “I suppose you can’t help being messy. You have two parts of the brain, ‘left’ and ‘right’ — in the left side, it’s all sex between me and other guys and in the right side, there’s nothing left.”
I nodded agreeably and said that may actually be true. Her lips formed a tight-lipped smile as she responded, “That’s another thing I like about you.”
~ Des
My wife and I were each up later than usual Monday night when her young boyfriend Beau was at our home. I went to bed in our guest bedroom but was so excited by their fucking and conversations across the hall, I couldn’t get to sleep until past midnight. I could have watched the bedroom surveillance cams on my laptop but, because both our doors were open, I didn’t need to do that
My wife can handle losing sleep and working the next day better than I can, but I was somehow able to do fine at the office the next day.
On Sunday afternoon, Beau moved into the duplex apartment he will be renting through the coming school year and his part-time job at the bank where my wife works. He phoned my wife to tell her he will be back at his part-time job at the bank on Monday. She invited him to our place that night for a second sexual reunion following his time away during the summer.
I answered the phone when he called on his mobile phone to say he was on the way to our home. He said he would be a few minutes late because of the ongoing storm. We have been getting almost daily rains the past several days, and that evening a longer-than-usual thunderstorm had set in over our town.
For the reasons of whistling winds and lightning flashing outside, I punched the wall button to close the outer-electric storm shutters throughout our home. In anticipation of Beau’s arrival, I dimmed the living room lights and tuned the wall shelf’s radio to a slow-music station.
When Gigi came out of our bedroom, she was dressed in her green Oriental robe and said, “Nice atmosphere. Thank you for doing that.” Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. The robe’s lapels parted a bit from her neck to her waist. The two of us set a bowl of vegetable snacks, a bottle of pineapple-flavored wine and wine glasses on the coffee table.
She greeted him at the door and they kissed deeply as I leaned against the bar and said it was good to see him again. He didn’t break from the kiss but acknowledged me with a wave of his hand. Gigi urged him to sit alongside her on the couch and started a casual conversation among the three of us. Soon she shifted to sit at the end of our couch and urged Beau to his back with his head on her lap.
When she leaned to kiss him fully on the lips, the flaps of her robe opened wider. He reached to stroke her breasts. She leaned forward to hover above his face and muttered, “Do you want to suck mommy’s breast?” He moaned agreeably, opening his mouth to nurse a nipple sucked eagerly. She gasped at the sensation. I haven’t before known Gigi to role-play when having sex, but her offer to nurse a breast was like that of a mother-son incestuous relationship. As I continued to watch, I wondered whether this was a frequent happening between the two of them. If it was, I hadn’t known about it and she had not told me that.
Her eyes glazed over. Her mouth half-open, she ran her fingers through his hair. She looked up to where I leaned against the bar separating our kitchen’s dining area but didn’t seem to recognize I was there. Her demeanor was as if in a trance as Beau’s lips and tongue devoured her breast.
Her hand glided down his chest, past his stomach, then to his cock. She closed her fist lightly around the firmness of its circumference. With her tit in his mouth, Beau whined in words I couldn’t make out. Gigi looked down at him and said, “Mommy loves you.” He responded with what I think was, “I love Mommy too.” Their imaginary mother-son scene is something I haven’t before known about and wondered if this is something that often occurs between them. The first 19-year-old with who she had a three-year relationship was ften like that, but I didn’t know the role-playing had been repeated with Beau. I was intrigued but would later learn this isn’t a frequent game between them that sometimes comes about when she detects his need or desire for it.
I retreated to the darkened hallway, unzipped my fly, and peered around the wall to watch. She stretched out alongside him, closed her eyes, and took his dick in her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly as Beau moaned in gratitude. His hips thrust slowly upward to fuck her mouth. I scurried to our guest room, removed my clothes and pulled out a handkerchief from my pants pocket. Before I returned, handkerchief in hand, to again watch both had left to go to our master bedroom. She left the door ajar. I leaned against the hall wall to spy on them.
The room’s only lighting was that of the plug-in night light at our bed’s far side. The dim glow limned the outlines of their naked bodies. Beau spread her long legs and went down on her. Gigi cried out with repetitive hums of “Ohhh!” and “Mmmm! She gripped his shoulders and her head thrashed side to side in animated excitation. I gripped my dick, then swelling in my fist at the moment she screamed in climax.
He crawled atop her and guided his stiff cock to her opening. Her lower lip quivered and she cried out as his staff slid into her cunt. He fucked her slowly for perhaps a minute, then increased his tempo until he was jack-hammering her pussy with a fury. She wailed, “Oh yeah, fuck me!” and other utterings I couldn’t make out. I doubt he understood what she was saying either. Both were ecstatic in their fucking.
I can’t quite explain the feelings that sometimes come over me when she is fully into sex with either Beau or her boss. I’m always exhilarated and thrilled, but occasionally a mixture of other feelings creep in as well. I’m excited when she is intoxicated with lust but sometimes also experience something like a mixture of torture, envy and a wish that sex between her and me could be as hot. At those times, I feel I’m losing control of my emotions and jerking off madly. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It’s like an emotional detonation in my brain that floods my mind with astonishing pleasure. Nothing seems real at those moments. Space and time are exaggerated. As I stroked wildly, my dick felt as if it were twice its actual size. My wife screamed in pleasure and Beau muttered, “Oh Mommy. I love you.” She sobbed in response, “Oh yeah, fuck Mommy. Fuck me good.”
The sensations of Beau’s long-lasting stamina and athletic-like thrusts had driven my wife’s lust into hyper-drive. Her jaw gaped and her wide eyes glared at Beau’s frantic expression as they fucked. I’m sure that if they had even known I was watching from the dark hallway, neither would have given that a thought. The two were as much into each other as any fucking couple could be. Nothing other than their heated sexual union seemed to matter to either of them.
Beau flipped my wife about to her knees and entered her cunt from behind. My wife’s fists pressed against the sheets and she burrowed her scalp into a pillow. She bawled, “It’s so good. I love your cock!” Her uneven tone seemed as if she were crying as he furiously plowed her furrow. I couldn’t hold back. My eyes closed tightly and my head rolled back. I gasped as my juice spurted into the handkerchief in my opposite hand.
Soon, she whimpered, “Oh, honey, I’m gonna cum again!” Beau groaned like a gorilla as his sperm rocketed into her channel; and moments later my wife shuddered and screamed in mind-boggling orgasm.
Breathing heavily, they crumpled alongside the other. Each exchanged grateful recognitions for the hot sex. As they talked about the other’s response when they were fucking, each laughed and Beau said, “I know. It’s like I lose my mind when we’re having sex.” I guess I can understand that. I seemed to also have lost my mind by only jerking off to the sounds and visuals of their screwing.
Gigi asked if he wanted to stay the night. Beau agreed to stay until sometime in the early morning but needed to get back to his place to get ready for work the next day. My wife said, “Great,” and set the bedside alarm for three a.m. He chuckled and said, "This is like an early birthday gift." They fucked at least once more during the night, but I was in the guest bedroom and slept through that. When I awoke to go to the bathroom around two in the morning, the bedroom door was closed, so I heard nothing from that room until my wife came out at 5:30 for breakfast, and by then Beau had left for his place.
Sitting across from her at our kitchen table, I confessed watching them the previous night and said, “I guess it was better after you and he having gone without sex for so long. She looked up with a grin and joked, “Waiting is good. My dad once told me, ‘Anything worth having is worth waiting for.’ So I waited until I was fifteen.” My laughing caused me to spit drops of coffee onto the table. She reached to pull an alcohol wipe from the kitchen counter and wiped the table. She glanced aside at me and said, “I suppose you can’t help being messy. You have two parts of the brain, ‘left’ and ‘right’ — in the left side, it’s all sex between me and other guys and in the right side, there’s nothing left.”
I nodded agreeably and said that may actually be true. Her lips formed a tight-lipped smile as she responded, “That’s another thing I like about you.”
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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samlowen
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You are very consistent with your masturbation while they are in the throes of passion. How often do you go the entire night, watching them but without masturbating to orgasm? Is that a possibility for you, to edge all night without a release? When/if you have, are there any differences in your emotions that you notice?Des 31 wrote: ↑Thu Aug 13, 2020 7:14 amUpdate
I can’t quite explain the feelings that sometimes come over me when she is fully into sex with either Beau or her boss. I’m always exhilarated and thrilled, but occasionally a mixture of other feelings creep in as well. I’m excited when she is intoxicated with lust but sometimes also experience something like a mixture of torture, envy and a wish that sex between her and me could be as hot. At those times, I feel I’m losing control of my emotions and jerking off madly. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It’s like an emotional detonation in my brain that floods my mind with astonishing pleasure. Nothing seems real at those moments. Space and time are exaggerated. As I stroked wildly, my dick felt as if it were twice its actual size. My wife screamed in pleasure and Beau muttered, “Oh Mommy. I love you.” She sobbed in response, “Oh yeah, fuck Mommy. Fuck me good.”
~ Des
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Another great update Des. The mommy son thing seems a little weird but whatever gets them off. No judgment from me. I love hearing about it.
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Oh about the avatar. Sherry is Beau’s fiancé?
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Yeah, I shouldn't have posted that without a penned-in explanation, so I replaced it with this the usual subject of interest... Thanks for asking. I should have realized that would cause some questions.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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samlowen
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I am certain that this is my favorite avatar to date. Holy heck is that wonderful picture. Boat trip down the river or skinny dipping at Beau's parents place?
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Awesome Update. Loved the Mommy Son role play.....
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afagehi7
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Wow. Her body is perfect. I don't think a woman can be better built than Gigi in the Avatar. A spectacular example of a beautiful woman.
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I love to hear the pillow talk between Gigi and beau, especially the mum/son fantasy, I see you have removed Sherry's name from the avatar, did you sharpen the focus at the same time?
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Those are two separate photos, Solstice. The first with Sherry standing against our outer stone wall and her name penned at the bottom caused some confusion here and in PMs about who Sherry was, so I replaced it with a pic taken alongside the boss and his wife's second home. Not all who stumble across this thread are familiar with my wife's background for the reason they don't care to read so many pages that have accumulated over the past few years.
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Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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To save checking an earlier post, did Sherry give you a surprise blowie on one of her visits? She has a magnificent body
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yielding william
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I love this history. There is always something new coming up in your lives. Thank you for that last and all that came before.
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Gigi is definitely a 10. Des I would like to know how you met and landed Gigi. A photo of yourself would be good too. Mr average does not land a Gigi. I think you are underestimating yourself.
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Des 31,
as always your avatars are great, i love the exhibitionist in her, got any back ground on the shot,
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as always your avatars are great, i love the exhibitionist in her, got any back ground on the shot,
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Des said:
"but I’ll add here whatever happens if it’s worthwhile writing about"
Well, it seems it was worth writing about. Very interesting. I like the new avatar as well. Hope your weekend goes well.
"but I’ll add here whatever happens if it’s worthwhile writing about"
Well, it seems it was worth writing about. Very interesting. I like the new avatar as well. Hope your weekend goes well.
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rascalnvixen
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Great update, Des! The current full body avatar of Gigi is awesome. It is nice to finally see the whole package. She is more slim and her boobs are much bigger than I had imagined!! Truly a great body worthy of her favorite pastime! All her men are very lucky to be with her, but especially you, who captured her heart!
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viking53
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I'm confused. Is the latest avatar Gigi or Sherry?
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rascalnvixen
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Hell, he's changed it again already!!! 
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yielding william
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That last was Gigi. He wrote the pic was taken next her bosses mountain place. Before that, a pic of Sherry was standing against the stone wall around his and Gigi's home. I can figure out which is which in this new avatar but he had posted that before maybe a year ago so it's not new. My guess is that he's tired of answering who is who.
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samlowen
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I hope to see that recent of Gigi make it into the permanent rotation. The efforts she puts in to maintain her physical health was on full display and it was gorgeous.
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How would you describe yourself Des,
At one time I thought you were a scopophiliac but that's too shallow a representation, for a start you may get as much kick out of listening as observing, you have the added advantage of Gigi getting pleasure from recounting her meet-ups, do you get as much satisfaction in keeping us up to date as a narrator with plenty of juicy tidbits?
Of course I have a habit of not reading you all that well.
At one time I thought you were a scopophiliac but that's too shallow a representation, for a start you may get as much kick out of listening as observing, you have the added advantage of Gigi getting pleasure from recounting her meet-ups, do you get as much satisfaction in keeping us up to date as a narrator with plenty of juicy tidbits?
Of course I have a habit of not reading you all that well.
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The ordinary part of our lives: We have learned over the past few years that the lives of most cuckolds and hotwife couples are complicated. As with most, my wife’s sexual ventures affect much of the rest of our daily lives; but we’re careful and none of that has affected us negatively. Regulars here occasionally ask what the other parts of our lives are like. So here’s a batch of current news. Some is off-topic, so I won’t do this often.
A lot is going on over the next two and a half months, mostly with my wife. The bank’s new expansion now takes up an entire block; the next-door building the bank purchased was torn down and the replacement construction on that lot has been completed. The top floor group where my wife and her boss work will be moving to the new addition’s top floor. The attached older building’s remodeling will be completed by sometime in October. Gigi’s new office will be identical to her boss but still interconnected by a door between the two.
Since assuming her current position after having been a branch manager, she doesn’t have what most call “bankers’ hours.” With the changes now ongoing, she will be keeping later hours and working some weekends. I mentioned with all the time she and her boss will be spending together after hours through October, I assumed they’ll probably be fucking more frequently. She smiled and said, “We plan on it.” But she keeps me in the loop.
Our planned trip downriver on Ben’s and Liz’s cabin cruiser is delayed until the second weekend in September for the reason Ben will be meeting the scheduled weekend with the owner of another laundromat he intends to purchase. Near that time, Sherry will be moving to our town to begin working for an aircraft maintenance contractor. She will be renting a place separately from Beau, but both still intend to be married upon Beau’s graduation August of next year. Beau and my wife were alone on the elevator to the bank’s top floor when they arrived at work this morning. He said Sherry and her flight instructor have another date this weekend, probably the last time they’ll be fucking. Beau told his fiancé he approves and hopes she has a great time. She liked that. My wife had said he’s becoming more like me. That seems right.
Her boss’ and my wife’s secretary is retiring at the end of the month. Her husband who has been teaching summer school had put in for retirement after 30 years a teacher, and the two plan to do some traveling for a while; their destinations depend upon where they think it’s Covid-safe. Her husband has been dating the school’s married assistant principal for a rather long time; but the woman is being promoted the coming school year to become the principal at another school. It’s assumed their sizzling affair will thereafter fizzle out. The secretary and my wife plan for us to have dinner with them at our home or theirs sometime next month. The secretary’s husband has twice fucked my wife at their home, and Gigi has had sex with her as before told here.
At lunch today, my wife was one of two guest speakers on personal security at a civic club. I don’t usually attend events where she gives talks but was invited to this one as a guest because she was to be there. I didn’t know what she would be talking about but should have anticipated she would include one of her jokes. She nodded to the law enforcement officer sitting beside her and said, “The sergeant here and I have been friends for the past three years. But I first met him when he came into the bank on an official matter. He asked me where I had been between ten and eleven. I told him ‘Fourth grade.’ I didn’t think he had much of sense of humor back then.” The only part of that which is true is that he’s now a banking customer, her shooting-range buddy and both attend some of the same social events.
Tonight, my wife is out for dinner with Fred and the two then intend to come to our home for the night, so I’ll meet him later for the first time. I asked how late he will be staying tomorrow morning. Gigi said they haven’t discussed that. I told her I’d fix breakfast tomorrow morning. She said he will appreciate that.
I’m sure he will appreciate a lot more than breakfast. Because our master bedroom is now essentially soundproof, I asked her to leave the door ajar. While they’re fucking, I’ll be nearby listening and … well, you know what else.
~ Des
A lot is going on over the next two and a half months, mostly with my wife. The bank’s new expansion now takes up an entire block; the next-door building the bank purchased was torn down and the replacement construction on that lot has been completed. The top floor group where my wife and her boss work will be moving to the new addition’s top floor. The attached older building’s remodeling will be completed by sometime in October. Gigi’s new office will be identical to her boss but still interconnected by a door between the two.
Since assuming her current position after having been a branch manager, she doesn’t have what most call “bankers’ hours.” With the changes now ongoing, she will be keeping later hours and working some weekends. I mentioned with all the time she and her boss will be spending together after hours through October, I assumed they’ll probably be fucking more frequently. She smiled and said, “We plan on it.” But she keeps me in the loop.
Our planned trip downriver on Ben’s and Liz’s cabin cruiser is delayed until the second weekend in September for the reason Ben will be meeting the scheduled weekend with the owner of another laundromat he intends to purchase. Near that time, Sherry will be moving to our town to begin working for an aircraft maintenance contractor. She will be renting a place separately from Beau, but both still intend to be married upon Beau’s graduation August of next year. Beau and my wife were alone on the elevator to the bank’s top floor when they arrived at work this morning. He said Sherry and her flight instructor have another date this weekend, probably the last time they’ll be fucking. Beau told his fiancé he approves and hopes she has a great time. She liked that. My wife had said he’s becoming more like me. That seems right.
Her boss’ and my wife’s secretary is retiring at the end of the month. Her husband who has been teaching summer school had put in for retirement after 30 years a teacher, and the two plan to do some traveling for a while; their destinations depend upon where they think it’s Covid-safe. Her husband has been dating the school’s married assistant principal for a rather long time; but the woman is being promoted the coming school year to become the principal at another school. It’s assumed their sizzling affair will thereafter fizzle out. The secretary and my wife plan for us to have dinner with them at our home or theirs sometime next month. The secretary’s husband has twice fucked my wife at their home, and Gigi has had sex with her as before told here.
At lunch today, my wife was one of two guest speakers on personal security at a civic club. I don’t usually attend events where she gives talks but was invited to this one as a guest because she was to be there. I didn’t know what she would be talking about but should have anticipated she would include one of her jokes. She nodded to the law enforcement officer sitting beside her and said, “The sergeant here and I have been friends for the past three years. But I first met him when he came into the bank on an official matter. He asked me where I had been between ten and eleven. I told him ‘Fourth grade.’ I didn’t think he had much of sense of humor back then.” The only part of that which is true is that he’s now a banking customer, her shooting-range buddy and both attend some of the same social events.
Tonight, my wife is out for dinner with Fred and the two then intend to come to our home for the night, so I’ll meet him later for the first time. I asked how late he will be staying tomorrow morning. Gigi said they haven’t discussed that. I told her I’d fix breakfast tomorrow morning. She said he will appreciate that.
I’m sure he will appreciate a lot more than breakfast. Because our master bedroom is now essentially soundproof, I asked her to leave the door ajar. While they’re fucking, I’ll be nearby listening and … well, you know what else.
~ Des
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057