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by Des 31 » Sun Jul 25, 2021 5:53 pm
My apologies for my extended absence. At times during recovery, my thoughts were foggy and some short-term memory was lacking. I think my mental clarity is back its normal state, so I shouldn’t be away so long from now on. I can fill in some of all that has come about. At the moment and after a busy night and afternoon, my wife is catching up on some sleep.
Gigi took two personal days off the latter part of this week. Early yesterday, Beau phoned and asked if we planned on attending church Sunday morning; we had so intended, and Gigi invited them to ride with us and go to lunch afterward. That evening, her former instructor Rob stayed overnight at our home and left early this morning.
I was resting naked in bed when Rob arrived at seven last night but heard my wife greet him at the front door. While I couldn’t make out their words, I heard the two talking, punctuated by occasional silences. On their way to the bedroom, both had shed their clothing. Until that moment, I hadn’t known my wife had shaved her mound for him. As they walked in to where I lay, his dick bobbed at full attention, affirming my notion they had been fooling around during their moments of silence. I moved to the bed’s far side in the event they wished to fuck in our master bedroom.
Gigi plugged in a night light and turned off the ceiling fan’s light. With our outdoor storm shutters closed, the small, red-tinted bulb limned the room in a crimson haze. Embracing my wife, Rob drew her close and kissed her deeply.
She slowly knelt, her hands sliding from his shoulders down to his stomach. Then on her knees, her lips encircled the broad head of his cock. Her long tongue slid along its stiff underside as she engulfed his stiffness fully into her mouth. He grasped each side of her head and groaned as her head bobbed against his groin.
Neither looked over at me as I watched in arousal. My dick rose in response. My chest heaved amid heavy breathing. I curled my fist around my cock and pumped slowly as if my hand had a mind of its own.
For the reason my wife is a tall 5’11”, she often appears more imposing with other men. But Rob is a big guy with muscular arms and a thick neck; so, like the times her incredibly masculine boss is fucking her, he seemed the more commanding. He reached to beneath her arm pits, pulled her up from the floor, and urged her to her back beside me on the bed. Our bed is termed by its manufacturer as an “eastern king,” larger than a king-size, so they were then more than two feet away from me.
He parted her long legs like opening a curtain with the back of his hands and knelt to go down on her. His tongue swirled about her cunt, lashing her clitoris as she moaned in excitation. Perhaps a minute later, she whimpered, “Oh, please. Fuck me. Fuck me now.” He positioned his knees between her thighs and guided his cock to her cunt. My wife’s eyes were wide and squared as she looked down to the narrow space between their bodies. His shaft slowly penetrated her opening. She cried out inaudibly as his cock reached full depth. Biting my lip to avoid becoming a distraction, I stroked my dick with increasing rapidity. Each stared at the other’s excited face as he fucked her, slowly escalating his rhythm with each few thrusts.
And soon his generously proportioned cock forcefully fucked her pussy like a jackhammer. She screamed, “Oh my goddd! I love it!” Her hips gyrated like a dancer’s in a film from the disco era. She wrapped her legs about him. Her heels kicked his buttocks. She bawled and squealed, as animated and thrilled as I have ever seen. That moment was the first I realized that the time they have been together has bonded them emotionally in ways that casual sex cannot. Both were fully into their fiery union like newlyweds. Electrified at their passion, I gasped in excitation. I was soon to be cumming, far earlier than preferable; but in the fervor of the moment, I somehow couldn’t slow my fist’s momentum.
Rob pulled away and turned her to her knees, positioning her face toward me. She pressed her buttocks into him and he reentered her cunt from behind. As he thrust into her channel, she responsively squealed, “Oh fuck! Fuck me! It’s so fucking good!” He eagerly complied. Her mouth hung open and her half-opened eyes stared past me to the wall at my back. Her expression was what I imagined as someone stoned on psilocybin shrooms - half in this universe and at the same time lost in another sensual dimension. She admits the reported effects of magic mushrooms are similar to what she feels when having hot sex – soaring emotion, something like spiritual awakening, euphoria, a feeling that her surroundings aren’t real and a dream-like sense of being disengaged from her surroundings. This night, she was getting all of that. As their lips pressed together and Rob’s cock pummeled her pussy, she reacted as electrified as having encountered an uncovered light switch.
His stiff rod working my wife’s shaved cunt like a maestro pushed me over the edge. Realizing I was about to ejaculate, I whined uncontrollably with a feeble “Ohhh,” and reached for a handful of tissues from the wall-side table. I sighed pitifully and was cumming hard.
As Rob plowed her furrow, Gigi massage her clitoris with a finger and mumbled a litany of emotional-laden chants, “Uh! Uhhh!” and “Oh, yesss.” And soon, she bellowed in her first climax of the evening. He wasn’t yet there; his rock hard cock slammed harshly into her pussy.
Rob had been fucking her perhaps twenty minutes at the moment he announced he was about to cum. She cried out, “Oh me too, again!” and squealed, “Cummm with meeee!” He growled and she sobbed as his seed spurted into her tunnel. In the room’s red-tinted glow, her tears streaming down her cheeks sparkled like rubies on white silk. He erupted with a howl, dispensing his lava fully into her. Her eyes closed softly and she murmured, “That was oh-so good.” She turned about and collapsed face forward onto a pillow. Exhausted, he laid alongside her, with my wife now between him and me. For me, sex is great but has never reached the extremes as she describes. Yet, another feeling washes over her when it ends. When those orgasmic moments finally pass, she experiences a sublime peacefulness in a way she claims is like nothing else. For the reason I cannot recall other women telling me of the same reactions during sex, perhaps it’s all in the nature of my wife’s descriptive narratives. Or perhaps it just that we all experience the same things differently.
She turned onto her back and said to him, “I’m going to miss you.” He responded, “I’m not that easy to get rid of. I can come back at times. It’s within driving distance.”
Their remarks caused me to realize this had been the topic of their earlier conversation in the living room. I inquired if he was moving away. He was told he had met with a member of the State Board of Regents the previous Thursday afternoon. He had, without his knowledge, been under consideration for an administrative position at the State’s larger and oldest university. The board member couldn’t yet tell him just what post will be but will initially include his teaching position at the alternative school. Rob said he was aware that school’s president will retire at year’s end but doubts that to be the position under discussion; the extent of his past administrative experience had been in the Marines, not in education. “I’m just an instructor,” he added. He agreed to transfer to the university in August and will be leaving late next week to find a place to live. Upon moving, he will pay his current landlord any balance owing on his lease for where he now resides.
Bracing herself on an elbow, Gigi rose from the pillow and said, “You know you’re welcome to visit anytime. You won’t need to check into a hotel when you’re back in town.”
Although he and my wife have been together a relatively short time, I regretted this had come about; but his initial salary increase is an understandable reason for his decision. I told him I didn’t blame him a bit and echoed my wife’s invitation to return for visits whenever he can.
Gigi urged him from the bed, turned to me, and said they would spend the night in our guest room so as not to awaken me at times during the night. I grinned and agreed that was a good idea. She led him out the door and across the hallway but didn’t fully close either room’s door behind them.
Although still early in the evening, I reached for a prescription sleeping pill and was sound asleep with minutes. I awoke to go to the bathroom around two p.m. and heard them fucking across the hallway. I crept to the door and peered around the door frame. They were fucking in missionary position. My wife’s legs were splayed and her heels dug into the mattress. He mumbled something into her hear I couldn’t make out, but her response allowed me to realize what he had said; she whimpered, “I love you too.”
I have heard her respond with those words to others, often to her boss and occasionally to her younger boyfriend Beau. I have learned over the past few years that nature of emotive bonding comes about after enduring sexual unions; each becomes comfortable with the other, and a much greater closeness develops than is common in commonplace friendships. It genuinely is a certain depth of love. Those poignant interchanges between my wife and others excite me more than the nature of her casual, short-term encounters of the past. I walked to the dark hallway bath, jerked off again, and slept soundly the rest of the night.
This morning, I had been up and about a half hour when he left around six a.m. I heated a store-bought waffle and coffee for breakfast, but Gigi atypically opted for no more than green tea and her usual stash of supplements. She said, “I suppose I should be hungry after last night. But we’re having lunch with Beau and Sherry later, so, I’ll hold off on breakfast.” I laughed when she looked up from her teacup and asked, “How long were we fucking while we were in bed with you? Was it like an hour?” I assured her it was no more than a third of that. She loses sense of time when the sex is good.
We showered, dressed, and drove to Beau and Sherry’s apartment where we picked them up for church. We attended services and the earlier adult Sunday school class of which the four of us are regular attendees. We went to lunch after that and then drove to our home where we sat for a while in our enclosed patio’s hot tub.
The topic of my wife having a problem with me having sex with other women came up. Gigi shuffled it off by saying her reasons were just jealousy, maybe insecurity. She stated her preference that she and I return to our original agreement; Sherry grinned, without explaining why, when Gigi said she will continue having sex with others but I must remain 100% faithful for our marital concord to work. Beau and Sherry each shrugged agreeably and claimed to understand, although neither of them have a similar agreement in their open marriage.
We got out of the hot tub, dried off and the four of us walked naked to the bedroom. Beau fucked my wife while Sherry and I exchanged oral sex alongside them. Before we drove them home, Sherry asked her husband and me to go to the other bedroom while she and Gigi had girl-girl sex. Sherry had never realized she had a bisexual desire until having been with my wife months before. Her newlywed husband and I lay in the guest room’s bed stroking our dicks as we listened to the moans and sighs from our bedroom across the hall. I chuckled when he said to me, “They’re so fucking hot together.”
A half hour later, the women appeared naked at our room’s door. Sherry said she was ready to get dressed and leave for their apartment. I drove while Gigi entertained them with a series of jokes I hadn’t before heard.
Gigi’s change of mind about me having sex with other women didn’t come as a surprise. At times over the past few months, I detected subtle expressions that she hadn’t been enthusiastic about my temporary liberty she had grudgingly offered. The most recent adjustment to our marital contract resulted from a couple of ordinary conversations. A day or two before my accident, Gigi confessed she was having concerns about my having sex with Sherry and her boss’ wife Mary. The impetus for that was a night the two were at our home most of a night, and Sherry and I were in separate bedrooms.
Sherry was particularly amorous that night. She later told Beau she realized she could be in love with more than one man. Beau was fine with that but when subsequently mentioning it to Gigi, my wife quietly began to worry that perhaps this might become a problem within our marriage. She has never fully accepted that her capacity to maintain a certain emotional distance from others was similarly probable for me.
I didn’t react negatively when she expressed her feelings. I reminded her that her extramarital activity was more important to me than any interest I may have toward another woman. I agreed that our marriage was paramount, adding that she has always claimed she does it for the two of us.
Gigi laughed and responded, “That’s true as blue, Kemo Sabi . . . but it’s mainly for me.” That’s an old joke of hers, and I laughed along with her. An issue we haven’t yet discussed is our open relationship with Beau’s parents. They will be visiting us, their son, and daughter-in-law two weekends from now. Her boss and his family will be on vacation at that time. I’m sure that is on her mind, and I’ll bring that up within a few days if she isn’t the first to mention it. My guess is that Beau’s parents will be the exception to her revised rule.
Many who aren’t in a cuckold or hotwife marriage may feel this gives my wife the commanding position in our marriage. That may be a valid argument but if so, I’m really okay with it. Our original contract as a limited open marriage had worked well for us since she was age 28. Now at 34, she has many years of fucking others ahead of us.
If it’s good for her, it’s good for me. After all, I long ago came to accept I’m a hotwife’s happy husband. I like that.
~ Des
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