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by Des 31 » Sat Oct 17, 2020 4:12 am
Early Saturday morning:
Thursday night’s events brought about a recurring thought peculiar to a hotwife or her husband. After a few years of marriage, the reason our sex had become stale was once a frustrating mystery to the two of us. Over a time, marital partners learn that sex can become a mundane routine with the one they live with day to day. When either strays, they usually find the sexual intensity with someone else doesn’t so quickly fade. That’s a bummer for a spouse who leaves a husband or wife for another, thinking their passion will be ongoing as it had been in the past, but then learn the same consequence eventually comes about.
As with swingers, couples in hotwife relationships comprehend that more than those in monogamous marriages. The ongoing passion hotwives experience with others is shared by their husbands. When other men are fucking my wife, no matter how long it has been ongoing, I’m as excited then as the first time it came about. That thought often occurs to me when another’s dick is inside my wife; and the notion again crossed my mind two nights ago as she and a guy were in the throes of ecstasy.
Sex with another reasonably compatible person doesn’t so easily get old. It took a while for my wife and me to understand the reasons for that conundrum. She has since often said in varied ways, “It would be difficult for me to go back to the time when it was just the two of us.” I don’t want that either.
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Beau and his fiancé Sherry will be at our home the Thursday of next week; but this week Gigi had already taken off from work the first two of her three remaining vacation days. I stayed home those days as well. Her boss had evening meetings scheduled for this past week and the next, and Beau and Sherry are fucking nightly upon her return from her time away. For those reasons, my wife had had anticipated no extramarital activities this week.
We were having sex earlier in the week as she heated me up with her story about the first time a former coworker fucked her, which incident started us along this path. I remembered my excitation the night she first confessed her covert affair, and I was cumming in perhaps four or five minutes. His and her three month’s intimacy was the only flat-out cheating she has ever done. Yet, of all her experiences, it’s still the most exciting to me. I’m glad it happened. That hot narrative became the impetus for her to agree with my wish for her to date other men.
Later as we lay side by side, I asked if she missed having one of her guys over this week. She hesitated a moment, considering the question, then responded, “We need a new insurance review for our home.” Our bundled policies are up for renewal on her 34th birthday, the first of December. I realized there was more to her remark than our homeowner’s policy.
Reminding me of our recent home modifications, she reached for the bedside phone and called our insurance agent to invite him over the latter part of the week. He said his staff can run the office a couple of days without him and accepted her invitation for Thursday. When they first began having sex, he visited Gigi at our home or she would go to his place somewhat frequently. Now, they get together only once or twice a year. Neither mentioned having sex during his visit but that was unnecessary. Even I knew that to be the real purpose.
When she hung up the phone, I remarked on how quickly he accepted her invitation. She joked, “He likes giving me good client service.”
Perhaps due to tricks of memory, her story about how they came to meet seems to have varied in some minor details over time. The essence is that Gigi then was a branch manager for the bank. During a work break, she and a teller were alone in the employees' lounge. The woman told her an insurance agent had been at her home a few nights before for a policy comparison. His subtle remarks implied he was interested in sex with her, but he was sufficiently smooth that it couldn’t be proven. She told my wife she noticed a growing bulge in his slacks. Gigi grinned and inquired just how obvious was his erection. The woman replied, “If he had died right there, they wouldn’t have been able to close the casket.” The two howled in laughter.
Intrigued, my wife soon thereafter phoned him for an estimate. I was at work on the day of the appointment. She intentionally wore her short oriental robe and slippers. They had sex that day and for a while were fucking rather frequently. She once accompanied him a few days at a resort not far from town. Eventually, that frequency faded and they don’t now often get together. Since that day of his initial visit, he has been our agent for home and auto insurance. My wife had told me his tool isn’t as large as her boss, but he’s “sizeable.” She didn’t tell him the true reason she cut back on their time together, but that’s a longer story. The short version is that an incident with him is her reason for affirming she won’t allow anyone but me to photograph her in the nude or when having sex. The details may be somewhere in this long thread, but I may not have included it when I transferred many ongoing stories into this narrative.
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Gigi and I took Thursday and Friday off work. While watching her prep for our insurance agent's revisit, I was particularly aroused when she pulled on her floor-length dress with nothing beneath. It’s a floor-length loose-fitting, deep-V maxi with a green and white tropical pattern. She didn’t button the front from the top of her thighs down. Glancing aside at my tumescent dick as I stroked, she smiled, and said, “Excited, huh?” Well, yeah. I love times we’re together like that, anticipating her being fucked.
He arrived around 4:30. I was sitting at the bar separating our living room and kitchen as she greeted him at the door. She threw her arms around him and he kissed her deeply. It seemed I was ignored for that minute or so.
When they broke apart, I extended a welcome and told them to make themselves comfortable on the couch. I hung his leather racer jacket in the closet and asked what each preferred to drink. I served my wife a low-alcohol screwdriver and handed him his requested bourbon on ice. They held hands as we carried on casual talk until our glasses were empty. He kissed her and she eagerly responded. He urged her back onto the couch. Her dress parted at her bare legs.
He urgently unbuttoned her maxi as she pulled its short sleeves away from her shoulders. Her dress lay beneath her like a sheet on the couch. Gigi moaned and unbuckled his belt. He stood to remove his clothes and dropped them onto the floor.
Looking up at him, she rolled aside and took his cock in her mouth. His back was to me, so I could see only a fluff of her hair flailing at his side as her head bobbed onto his rod. After a half-minute or so, she rose from the couch and slowly stroked his dick. I suspected that was as much for my benefit as his. She glanced aside at me as if to say, “Oh look, Honey, it’s so big.” Her fist moved up and down its length and I couldn’t take my eyes away from his stalk. He has some attractive physical features, but that one is surely the most noticeable.
The back of his hands reached between her thighs to part her legs where she stood. He knelt at her feet and covered her pussy with his mouth. She whimpered as his tongue lashed her clitoris. Her body quivered. She breathed, “I’ve missed this.”
I pushed the wall button to roll down our outer storm shutters, closing off the sunlight beyond the windows, and turned off the corner lamp. The only lighting then was that from the kitchen. He pulled her to feet and pressed his lips against hers. She gripped his rigid cock and massaged her clitoris with his dickhead. I breathed rapidly and the dryness in my tongue was like a mouth full of sand. I unzipped my fly, pulled out my stalk and stroked in a slow and measured rhythm. It seemed to me each had forgotten my presence until she turned her head toward me and said, “We’ll be in the larger bedroom. The guest room’s all yours whenever you go to bed.”
They walked down the hall and I was left holding my erection. I imagined his sizeable tool soon being inside my wife. At the instant they walked away, I was about to say it was nice seeing him again but my jaw quivered in excitation. Instead, I nodded an acknowledgment but at that moment of anxiety, I thought I might have stuttered. She was clearly eager to fuck, and her palpable stimulation aroused me. My cock had swollen in my fist to its full dimensions, and I think he may have detected my body noticeably shivering.
It wasn’t until that moment I realized that, in my fascination of watching her put on makeup and her dress, I had forgotten to turn on the bedroom cams. But I didn’t hear her close the room’s door. So a couple of minutes later, I crept down the hall to find the door ajar.
I leaned against the wall and peered around the door jamb. He lay on his back and she was again sucking his cock. I had a fleeting thought that if I were in the room, I would have grasped his member and inserted it into any opening of her choice. His gifted cock was that impressive. The imaginary notion almost made me cum right there.
Leaning his back to the headboard, he ran his fingers through her hair. She pulled away with a sense of urgency. He rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs. My wife looked down at the space between her legs as he guided his cockhead to her cunt. She wheezed like struggling for breath and panted, “I love your big cock.” He responded in an inaudible whisper and his pale dick slithered into her opening. She cried out at the sensation of his rigid prick sinking full depth into her channel. There was a time when an out-sized cock caused her discomfort; now her pussy eagerly accommodates any dimensions she has encountered. Neither of us is sure whether her initial anxiety or hesitation was physical or psychological. Whatever the reason, she isn’t noticeably looser than before.
Shuddering, I stroked slowly, imitating the motion of his cautiously measured thrusts. When my wife pleaded, “Fuck me, fuck me,” he sped up his tempo. Her hips rotated in rhythm with his hurried thrusts. My jaw hung open and I hurriedly jerked off in what seemed a cyclone of lust. I don’t think either heard my whimpers as his sizeable cock hammered her pussy.
From where I stood, I couldn’t see tears but her tone was that of soulful bawling. She sobbed, “Yes, yes, yesss!” I wondered whether it’s always like this for the two of them. My wife’s fists pressed against his chest. Her eyes fixated on his as his dick hammered her cunt. If they were not fucking madly, one could have misunderstood their expressions as sheer terror. As much as I loved it, I’m sure each of them loved it more. He muttered, “You take it so good.” She gasped, “You’re giving it so good.”
At times, I can’t understand at these moments how some men go so much longer before spurting their semen into her cunt than I can with my hand. But he is one of those and fucked her like a champion. Realizing I was about to ejaculate, I raced for the hall bathroom.
The moment my seed jetted into the sink, my wife howled a scream of, “Yes! Yes! I’m cumminggg!” A howl of “Ayyeee, oh fuck,” announced her climax. By the time I had zipped up and returned to the doorway, he was groaning in ecstasy. His lava was then erupting into her tunnel. She sputtered with a tremoring sob, “I feel you cumming so good!” Yet, he went on with erratic and unrelenting thrusts until his sperm level was clearly exhausted. She got it all.
In my imagination, I wanted to say to him from the hallway, “Guess you just closed another sale.” I instead crept to the guest room, slipped on a polo shirt, sandals and cargo shorts, and watched a TV movie in our living room.
They didn’t come out until around eight that night. Their damp hair indicated each had showered, maybe together. A bath towel was affixed at his waist and she had wrapped a larger that covered her breasts to hips. The reddened whites of her eyes reminded me of streaks of cherries in milk. I turned off the TV and asked if they wanted something to eat. Gigi thought that to be a good idea. I fixed sandwiches and a bowl of chips along and served those with soft drinks from the fridge.
My dick was then deflated, but his semi-tumescent python still protruded outward beneath the towel. But admittedly, his bare chest, arms, and legs looked rather respectable too. It took little thought to imagine the benefits to my wife the rest of the night. I doubted they spent much time on insurance matters.
At the kitchen table, I was in a chair across from him and my wife on the upholstered bench. I noticed the towel around his waist was one with my embroidered initials, and my first thought was that whenever he leaves, that’s going into the wash. I said, needlessly, “I guess it was good for both of you.” Gigi laughed and said, “We enjoyed penetrating conversations.” He chuckled and said, “You’re my favorite customers.” I responded with something like the relationship is mutually rewarding.
He said he arranged for the following day off and wanted to take us both to breakfast. I accepted and told him to let us know when he’s ready the following morning. He didn’t then mention what time he might leave but I privately hoped he would be around as long as my wife wanted.
When they returned to the bedroom, she closed the door. Unable to hear more beyond the door, I crawled wearily into the guest room's bed. I learned they fucked only once more and didn’t again have sex the morning after. Yet, when they finally came out of the bedroom, the puffiness beneath my wife’s eyes told me neither had slept much. Gigi later told me their fucking and exchanging oral sex was an electrifying night for both.
That morning, we drove separate cars to an outdoor restaurant my wife and I like. She rode with him, and he left alone from there to go back to his place.
As Gigi and I headed home, I confessed my listening to her screaming like a banshee when they were first fucking and asked if they always that crazed when having sex. She said, “I didn’t realize I was that noisy. I suppose it’s the same whenever he and I get together.”
She apologized if that kept me awake across the hall. I assured her I enjoyed her pleasure and added, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” She smiled, laid a hand on my leg and said, “You and I are a good match. That’s why I don’t want another woman trying to steal you away.”
That’s not going to happen. I couldn’t find another like her anyway. I think we’re a good match too.
* * * * * Later in bed, I asked if our agent’s and her boss’ larger cocks cause her to feel she’s being filled like never before. She grinned, laid a hand onto my dick and said, “Yeah, that comes to mind. I hope that doesn’t bother you. It originally was your idea.”
She began jerking me off in rapid strokes. I responded, “It doesn’t bother me. I’m happy to know that.” And she’s right that I was first to suggest it. I still want her fucked by others.
As she masturbated me, my thoughts were on his big dick in her hot pussy. She sensuously cooed about how good it was for her the night before. I was cumming hard in less than two minutes. She looked up at me and said, “You cum so fast when I talk about other men fucking me.” That was as good for me as fucking her. I slept as soundly as if I’d taken a sleeping pill.
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(My wife called on the intercom, asking me to join her in the hot tub. As typical here with my contributions, I haven’t checked for typos or grammatical errors during the twenty or so minutes it took to submit our night’s events. Should any again notice an unintended error or more, I hope those will be overlooked.)
~ Des
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Des 31 on Sat Oct 17, 2020 8:56 am, edited 3 times in total.
