This morning, our ordinary table talk reminded me of questions I occasionally get from some OHW members about what our daily lives and discussions are like. If your wife isn’t a hotwife, it isn’t like yours. It’s like this.
After a few minutes of conversation at breakfast this morning, I grinned and told Gigi, “The nature of our talks has changed a lot since you and I were monogamous.” She chuckled and said, “I don’t think that part of our lives will ever again be the same as then.”
I had been asking some follow-up questions that had later occurred to me about her few days away with Rob. I mentioned to her that I enjoy her insights into other men and women. I often think she recognizes more about others than they know about themselves.
She said, “Our experiences have taught me a lot. Sex is much more complicated than I once thought. Most men don’t realize what they want from it, and it’s almost always different with each man.” Over the past six and a half years, Gigi has learned to detect what most men want in sex and gives it to them. That isn’t some sort of effort. She enjoys it just as much as they and it’s even better if the men are fully into fucking her. What turns on her young friend Beau is different from that of her boss; and like others she has known, Rob’s personality and needs are different from either.
I had questioned if going without a shower for three days and two nights when camping with Rob was a problem. She reminded me of those old Tarzan and Jane reruns she once watched on local TV when living at home. Their baths were in the river alongside their jungle hut. I think I have only ever seen one Tarzan movie, but she told me of a couple of the old films’ plots. Tarzan and Jane had a son. He came into the family when a plane flying a family to Cape Town crashed in the jungle. Only the couple’s son survived. Tarzan and Jane adopted him as their son.
Although the jungle family’s bathing together wasn’t in any movie, Tarzan swam for baths in the river alongside their hut. It occurred to Gigi the three of them would have been swimming naked and added, “Sort of like when Beau still lived at home. He and his parents swam naked in the lake behind their home.” Gigi had joined them naked when visiting her parents. She grinned and said, “So Rob and I swam in the river to clean up after sex.”
I asked if she thought Beau’s family’s home nudism might have something to do with his desire to imagine my wife as his second mother. The implication I imagined was Beau's potentially hidden incestuous desire. Gigi looked at me curiously that had even occurred to me. She said there’s no way anyone in his family would consider sex with another but thinks that desire isn’t uncommon. When she was in her old high school’s FLAG club, one of the girls admitted a sexual attraction to her father. And, she said, it’s well known that many women are attracted to, and marry, men who remind them of their fathers.
“So,” she went on, “your assumption could be true. But my impression is that it’s more of an occasional submissive nature that comes about in his mind at times. He likes strong women like his fiancée Sherry. It’s clear he also looks at me that way, and most men are submissive to their moms.” She smiled and said, “But I like that too. I give him what he wants whenever he wants it.”
I had a few more questions about her and Rob’s trip, but we needed to get dressed and leave for church. Her adult Sunday school class’ moderator is out of town this week and she was asked to fill in for him at the morning’s class.
She told a bit more as we were on our way home. When she and Rob were having heated sex in their tent the previous Sunday morning, she cried out his dick was so hot it could light their morning campfire. He was fucking her hard and his eyes were opened wide. Her comment enhanced his excitation and he was cumming way too quickly. “But that’s okay,” she said. “He made up for it later that day.” I laughed at that and responded that I’m sure I will never get every single detail, no matter how elaborately she crafts her sexual experiences. She giggled and said, “Like I told you, sex is complicated. A lot happens when people are fucking. No one can remember ever single thing said or done.”
I told her I like these talks and have no desire to return to the sorts of conversations from the days when it was just the two of us. She smiled and said, “I have long recognized that about you.”
It’s times like these when I most realize she and I live in an entirely different reality from others we know. What my wife calls the “normal married people” cannot imagine, aside from the sex, what our daily lives are like.
She said, “Enough talking already,” and pulled from her purse a DVD Rob had given her. She inserted it into my car’s player. On the rest of our way home, we listened to Willie Nelson singing, “Roll me up and smoke me when I die.” I can’t be sure but suspect a songwriter must have smoked at least a few joints to come up with lyrics like that.
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Couple of updates: Gigi’s boss didn’t have sex with her while I was away. He said he would feel guilty if he fucked her while I was out of town. As an alternative, Gigi gave him oral sex in her office on one afternoon after the bank closed. He and his wife Mary phoned us last night and reminded us his and my wife’s “fourth anniversary” is coming up July 1; that date was the first time they had sex back then. Mary had suggested what we thought if her husband and my wife took a couple of days together somewhere to celebrate. He said Gigi could pick the hotel. His wife and I will stay together those days at their home. The bank and my office will be closed Monday for the July 4 holiday, which works for the four of us. We agreed and he asked if he could come over to our home this Friday night while I drove to their home to stay overnight with Mary. The two of us were in an agreeable mood, so that’s set for next weekend.
Tuesday night, Beau and Sherry are coming over to our home for a few hours. Beau and I will be watching our women having sex for a while; but I assume he will end up with my wife and me with his fiancée later. I know neither of those scenarios are hotwifing, but I’m flexible.
I hope none complain here about that. Our lives are different in some ways from most others and my wife sees reason to change her rules at times. She really does set the rules; I don't have any for her. We live the way we think is right for us - or at least the way Gigi thinks is right.
~ Des