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by Des 31 » Thu Dec 31, 2020 8:50 am
Our last few days have been "fun." For the reason my wife and I are off work this week, I thought I would have time yesterday to write it all up here, but it didn't work out that way. So I'll offer one from Monday night and try to get to the rest when time allows. Monday night was a different experience.
Gigi’s primary physician’s wife Barbara phoned us that afternoon and asked if we cared to go out with them. After a few minutes’ conversation, she instead agreed to pick up fish and chips at a local take-out restaurant and come over to our home to relax in our hot tub and watch the snow beyond our glass windows from the patio. Those two are the only friends who know my wife dates other men.
They brought swimsuits and Gigi set the tub temperature to be about what would be that of an ordinary bath. I turned on the backyard lighting to watch the snow falling outside our enclosed patio’s glass walls. That sight created a peculiarly pleasant ambiance as they sat in the tub across from us. As has happened on a previous occasion, our conversation turned to Gigi’s extramarital sex life. Barbara asked how we came to agree about Gigi having sex with other men. As her physician, he has been aware of our arrangement for more than two years.
Gigi reached over the side to turn off the bubbler. After her history of telling me about her sex life, my wife is well practiced in those narrations. Her eyes turned up in a moment of thought and she said, “I think my first high school experience was the most influential.” She began telling her experience with the “FLAG Bunch,” the lesbian-until-graduation club to which she belonged at age 18 in her senior year. She told seemingly everything from the beginning as recorded here in this thread. They sat in rapt attention, occasionally asking a question to which my wife explained with a few details I hadn’t before heard.
She then recounted our first sexual experience before she agreed to date others. We had met a salesman at a lounge who she invited that night to the apartment where we then lived to play cards. Those who follow our thread have also read about that happening. At his wife’s questioning, she explained what took so long for her to accept my pleading for her to date others.
Upon his wife’s comment about needing more wine, he offered to get the bottle they had brought with them. When he stood, his wife laughed and pointed to his rampant erection protruding in his swimsuit. He grinned and confessed, “Those stories aroused me. That’s the most amazing account I’ve ever heard.”
Barbara said, “When he gets excited, I need to give him a full body massage to calm him down.” We laughed at that, and my wife said, “Good idea. We could give the guys massages when we’re out of the tub.”
He returned with the wine bottle, refilled our glasses, and rejoined our tight circle. Barbara told my wife her yarns reminded her of words by Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett, singing “Anything Goes.” I made a mental note to find that song on our Alexa device but haven’t yet. She went on, “You’re a good story-teller. But exactly what encouraged you to first go along with it?” Gigi smiled, saying, “I had an affair.” She went on with her narrative of how she became involved with her then coworker, adding her every emotion as the tension between the two built up over a month’s time and eventually their fucking in the company’s storage office. “After that, the guy and I were having sex at his place every time Des was away on assignments. My husband came home a day early from his assignment, and I didn’t get home until late that night. He confronted me and I admitted the affair. We agreed at that time that, having discovered the excitement of adultery, it would be difficult for me not to do that again. So I consented to what he had been urging for at least a year.”
Her husband enthusiastically said he wanted to hear more. My wife skipped a few years' experiences and began her recollection of a man she met at a restaurant during a lunch hour. She told that as if reporting every moment up until the two were madly fucking at his home. Barbara glanced aside to her wide-eyed husband, smiled knowingly, and said, “I think I had better start massaging my husband.” Gigi suggested we go to the living room and rub down both him and me.
We got out of the hot tub, dried off, and Gigi said, “We should ditch these wet swimsuits.” His wife nodded in agreement and began removing her conservative two-piece suit. The other three of us followed her lead. Then naked, my wife brought two sheets from our linen cabinet and laid them on the living room floor.
His wife is at least a decade older than me, but I’m attracted to older women and clandestinely stared at her appealing body. My cock swelled but I didn’t try to hide it. Her husband’s dick was already standing at full attention and the women clearly noticed. He lay on his stomach. Barbara straddled his waist and began rubbing his shoulders; she grinned and said, “Poor baby. He can’t take much excitation.” I notice her hips moving about at the small of his back and think she was masturbating in that position.
Gigi massaged my feet and legs as the women carried on conversations about what each does in their more ordinary days. My wife talked about her work and Barbara told about the club to which they belong as does my wife as one of the bank’s perks. Gigi suggested we go to the club for dinner the next time the four of us get together.
This went on about ten or fifteen minutes until her doc checked his watch and said they should go home; he had a surgery scheduled early the following morning. They dressed and we exchanged a church hugs at our front door. Barb said this was one of their most memorable nights and we agreed with her suggestion that we go out together the following Wednesday evening.
After they departed, Gigi turned on the radio in our living room’s bookshelf. A song by the late Dean Martin was playing, “You’re Nobody ‘Til Somebody Loves You.” She smiled and said, “That’s true. I was ‘nobody’ until I met you.” I reminded her she has a couple of other guys to love now. She laughed at that and responded, “I 'love' some for a night. I’m ‘Somebody Else’ then.” My dick jerked at the comment and I immediately felt the urge to fuck her. Both Beau and her boss often tell her they “love” her when in the heat of fucking and she responds with, “I love you too.” I guess they all feel they’re “Somebody” at those times. An image flashed through my thoughts of Beau’s young cock sliding into her cunt with love and her hot-blooded response as he plows her furrow. I asked her to follow me to the bedroom.
As we undressed, I asked if she thought her doctor seemed interested in his wife dating other men or has any desire for some other alternative marital accord. She said, “Not a chance. He and I have talked about that at his office. Both he and she are convinced their personalities aren’t cut out for it.” Either way, it was clear that night our personal relationship with them was set into cement. She told me never to mention to them her relationship with the bank’s president or with Beau; she wishes the identities of her sexual partners to be anonymous. We like both her physician and his wife; other than my wife’s guys, we know no one else with who we can be as open about our lives. Gigi said she considers them “down-home folks” as her Southern family refers to everyday, normal people. When Gigi had opened up to them about explicit aspects from our past, I wasn’t sure she should go on with all the details as she did. But I soon realized she handled it perfectly. Both were enthralled and nonjudgmental at her narratives. Neither of us would want any others to know anything about our marital pact, but she perceived her audience that night better than I. I would say it worked out well for all.
I could say I fucked her brains out, but I think it went the other way. Over no more than half an hour, she drained my body and mind; and when it was over, I felt I had melted into a puddle. She smiled down at me like an athlete who had just single-handedly won a game. She pulled a sheet over her naked body and was asleep in ten seconds flat.
I lay awake a while longer trying to remember how many times other mens’ dicks have been inside my wife over the past year. I really can’t recall but realized other men have fucked her more than I have in that time. I liked that.
~ Des
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Des 31 on Thu Dec 31, 2020 9:07 am, edited 1 time in total.
) My question stems from your constantly changing avatars. I noticed you just changed it again and then I noticed the piece that says you joined on October 6, 2017 at 3:20 AM. My question is.... Who was Gigi fucking that late to drive you to the decision to join this group??? Normally, you would be in bed sleeping before rising at 0530. I'm guessing she was with someone to have you up that late. So, care to share the story???
