My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[isinlarsa]

Had lunch with my secretary's husband, four of us there actually. He's as open about his marriage as any man I have ever met. Without coming right out and saying, "I want my wife to be sexually satisfied by other guys," his implication couldn't have been clearer. No need to go through all that but he was a fun guy to meet. When we left the country club's restaurant, I suggested he and I get together for a beer when I return from next week's trip. He liked that.

My wife phoned this afternoon to tell me she's driving over to the home of her newest guy Peter after work. I guess she liked fucking him better than I realized. She thinks she will be home at 9:30. I thought I could add some more here tonight but that didn't work out. I have some things to do, so I'll catch up with some other info about her this weekend. The series of recent happenings are too long for a short memo here but "it's a'coming" as my wife would say.

~ Des

I think it would be intriguing to have conversations with another man who is also being cuckold by his wife where we were not sharing our women with each other. That would be a different dynamic.

[Tracey52]

It’s heating up. A joke that might be relevant. Patty says to Owen “you should have closed your windows yesterday when you shagged your wife do hard she was screaming because all your neighbors are laughing at you.” Owen replies “The jokes on them. I wasn’t home yesterday.”

[Tracey52]

On a more serious note. Why would you have lunch with your secretary and her husband before you go away on a work trip with her if not to set the ground rules. Don’t listen to Rascalnviksen. While he is technically correct, knowing what we do about your secretary so far, I don’t think she’ll be a risk.

[rascalnvixen]

On a more serious note. Why would you have lunch with your secretary and her husband before you go away on a work trip with her if not to set the ground rules. Don’t listen to Rascalnviksen. While he is technically correct, knowing what we do about your secretary so far, I don’t think she’ll be a risk.

On my way out the door for a short trip but just stopped by to see what's happening so far today.

I think Des knows good advice when he hears it. Now is the time to think with the big head, not the little one!! I agree it would be hot but a good move professionally, NOT!!!!!

Rascal

[Tracey52]

Rascalnvixen take this for what it is just a friendly argument so don’t get offended and I’m sure in the end Des will make whatever he decides work, but it’s quite a double standard and reverse sexism for it to be ok for Gigi to bang Mr Boss and then to say it’s too dangerous for Des. Of course it’s risky otherwise it wouldn’t be exciting. He already has the hottest piece of arse in town at home (did you see the new avatar?) but it doesn’t hurt for Des to show that he can pull a young hottie in even if she can’t shoot. But maybe she can.

[Scotch98]

Thanks for the update Des, Looking forward to your upcoming report.

[Asterix42]

Rascalnvixen take this for what it is just a friendly argument so don’t get offended and I’m sure in the end Des will make whatever he decides work, but it’s quite a double standard and reverse sexism for it to be ok for Gigi to bang Mr Boss and then to say it’s too dangerous for Des. Of course it’s risky otherwise it wouldn’t be exciting. He already has the hottest piece of arse in town at home (did you see the new avatar?) but it doesn’t hurt for Des to show that he can pull a young hottie in even if she can’t shoot. But maybe she can.

Its not about double standards, its about length of knowing people and trust. Having said that, a friend lost their career earlier this year after a very long office relationship when a friend of the woman he was with got shitty after an argument over something unrelated. She sent a string of anonymous emails to senior VP's to rat them out and things when south very quickly. Bad news travels fast and my friend has gone from being a career VP to struggling to find anything more than brief temp assignments in his field. It's always exciting until it isn't

[Tracey52]

Got you

[Des 31]

I’m free to write here for a while. My wife is in the bedroom down the hall either fucking Peter; or perhaps by now, both may be asleep. She had intended to drive to his place for two or three hours after work Friday. Instead, he agreed to my wife’s request that he come over to our home and meet me. He could then stay the night if he wanted - and, of course, he stayed over as I anticipated. I slept in the guest bedroom.

I fixed breakfast for them at six this morning. As they got up from the kitchen table, my wife invited him back to bed and told me to awaken them at noon in the event they fell asleep. Neither had much sleep last night. I was awakened twice by their passionate moans and sighs through our bedroom’s open door across the hall. I jerked off when they first went to bed; at five this morning, I stroked again as I watched quietly from the hall as she sat atop him and fucked like a cowgirl riding an untamed bull.

It’s clear she feels more of an attachment to him than she or I anticipated. The eagerness in her eyes and voice this morning was more like that displayed with guys who have been fucking her for longer times than has Peter.

* * * * *

I had to think a minute or so as to where to begin about our past week. Wednesday morning before my secretary and I left the office for an away-training session at my home, my wife phoned to tell me she would be “working late.” She used one of our typical code words to let me know she and her boss would be fucking that night and she would be home late. Because of various distractions for the next two days, Gigi told me only bits and pieces about that afternoon until I had what I think are all the details.

When Gigi and her boss assumed all other employees on the top floor had left for the day, she walked the hallways to make sure. They have a code of her knocking four times before entering; that essentially means the coast is clear to fuck. It wasn’t really necessary on this occasion, but overtime it has become a ritualistic habit. He had removed his tie and had cleared his desk. He stood from his chair and kissed her deeply. She removed her clothing as he unbuttoned his shirt and took off pants and shoes. His dick wasn’t yet fully stiff but growing to semi-tumescence. She curled her fist around his cock, knelt, and took it into her mouth. As she sucked, he muttered something she couldn’t make out but she didn’t ask him to repeat it. With his long, broad cock stretching her mouth, her eyes watered. Rivulets of tears streaked down her cheeks.

His cock rose to its full glory; I have seen his stiffy before and, up close, his big python can be a frightening sight. She withdrew and wiped the tears from her face with his rubbery cockhead.

He lifted her at her waist, twisted her body about, and sat her butt on his desk. She glanced down to his python. Her cunt was creaming. She shivered in a moment of fear as his dickhead parted the mouth of her cunt. When fully in, her cuntal walls expanded to accommodate his cock. He fucked her mightily. Gigi cried out she loved this “so much it hurts.”

As she stared down to the space between their rocking bodies, she experienced her persistent fascination at the image of his tool sliding in and out her cunt. Her view of his monster cock fucking her is a pleasure not always accessible with cocks of more average size. I have inquired if this is a reason she thinks of her boss as the best she has ever been with. She claims that isn’t it, that her bond with him has to do with his personality and other features; but I wonder whether she is in denial. Whatever the reasons for their emotional connection, it’s clearly powerful and unequaled.

He pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss. She swooned at the sensation. Her hips gyrated as he plowed her furrow with a fury. Her relationship with her boss causes me to wonder whether our wedlock falls in the category of a hotwife, cuckold, or polyamorous marriage; it seems to me we have elements of all three. She loves her boss and her younger guy Beau but would never consider divorce or separation. At times, I’m unsure just what description I would give our union. Maybe we’re “stag and vixen” but, either way, I don’t really care.

He has never used a condom when fucking my wife, but then few men have. She tells me she likes the “real feel” of men's swollen members filling her cunt. A thrill races through me each time she tells me that.

He turned her about, placing her face down with her breasts against the desk, and guided his cock into her exposed pussy from the rear. She squealed as his shaft worked its way fully into her cuntal walls. She gasped, “You’re hittin’ my cervix! Oh god, it’s enormous. Fuck me!” She imagined his cock as a battering ram. She reached to massage her clitoris as he thrust into her. He groaned and uttered, “Your cunt is so hot and wet.”

While telling me this in bed, her voice trembled in excitation as is reliving the experience. I lay in bed alongside her and jerked off in a frenzy. I whined, “Oh yeah. He fucks you so good.”

With her upper body face down on his desk, a moment of vulnerability flashed through her mind. She rolled her eyes up and realized the blinds to his office weren’t closed but at least he had turned off the office lights. As he fucked her from behind, she raised her torso from the desk by bracing her hands against its surface. She reached out with a foot to pull the client chair at the front of his desk nearer to her, then raised a leg to rest her foot on the chair. His groin thumped against her buttocks. She said to her back, “I needed this. We haven’t fucked enough lately.” Soon, the sensation of an oncoming climax commenced; she moaned and her eyes widened in anticipation.

Soon, she sobbed she was about to climax and almost immediately the orgasmic sensations roared through her body. Her body quaked as she screamed, “Ohhh fuckkk!”

Her boss increased the velocity of his thrusts. And within a minute following her orgasm, he groaned as his lava jetted into her cunt. He let out a cry of release and lay forward a moment atop her back. He reached up to stroke each side of her breasts, kissed her neck, and sighed, “I love our times together.”

She whimpered, “Me too, Boss.” As he withdrew his cock, she thanked him for “serving” her so well. I know what she meant when telling me that. He’s better in the sack than me and most ordinary Joes you pass when walking through your favorite big box store. When pressed, she admits it’s better with others in general but also follows up by saying she could never leave me for anyone else. I like that – a lot. Of course, it’s usually better with other guys; otherwise, she wouldn’t bother fucking them.

Something I don’t recall mentioning in these pages is that my wife’s cuntal wall is more “loose” than that of most women with whom I have had sex. Perhaps a better word is “slack.” Guys with ordinary dicks like mine can feel that. Her physician has told her he could tighten her vagina with a quick and simple procedure. At that time, she said she would think about it but has since decided against it. If her boss’ cock is a tight fit as it is, that might be a problem.

As they dressed to leave his office, he invited her to his home the Saturday night that falls within the days I will be away. His wife had mentioned she would again enjoy a threesome with my wife. Gigi agreed to arrive that coming evening around seven-thirty. He suggested that she stay the night. She smiled and said she could stay until noon Sunday, dependent upon what they may have planned that day. Laughing, he responded, “We have nothing to do more important than you.”

I told Gigi I wish I was to be home that night to help her get ready. She thought that was hilarious and her reaction caused me to laugh along with her. She said, “When you return from your trip, you can help me prep another night for my newest guy from the personals ad.”

* * * * *

After telling me all that, she noticed the hour was getting late. She said, “There’s one more thing,” and went on to express a feeling of guilt about denying me sex with other women; I mentioned this here earlier but didn’t have sufficient time to write about all of it or the above. She said she cannot imagine me and my secretary not having sexual tension between us while in the same hotel for five days and nights. She said she would not stand in the way of me fucking the woman, Sherry, or her boss’ wife Mary. I told her I felt no resentment about any previous rules but assured he nothing is about to happen between me and my secretary while I’m away. Too many potential problems could come about should I step over the line. The work and sexual relationship between her and her boss is an exception only because of their personalities and outlook on life. If the secretary wasn’t our firm’s employee, I would fuck her in a heartbeat.

Then, at that moment I assumed our conversation was at an end, she added a more important matter.

While she and her boss were about to leave the office, he confided he and his wife agreed he should take early retirement at the end of next year. He plans to so inform the board at the September meeting. In previous conversations with the board’s chairwoman, each has agreed that Gigi is the logical choice to become the bank’s president whenever he retires. But at the times they talked, each assumed his retirement would be a decade or more away. But when retiring this early, Gigi will have just turned 37 that month. Throughout the bank’s history, no president has been that young. When she mentioned that, he insisted that isn’t a problem. He said he was only two years older when first becoming president of his former bank in South Carolina. He plans to set up a luncheon with the chairwoman prior to the board meeting to talk with her about that. “You’re as good a manager as I have ever come across,” he said, “and no one – no one -knows as much about this institution as you, and no one has ever brought in more customers than you.”

I didn’t agree with her final comment before she turned over and fell asleep. She said her boss had no doubt she will take over his job; It’s true that Gigi has been productive in bringing in new customers. But she then said to me, “My boss and the board members don’t know that about half those were recommendations of guys with who I’ve had sex. And I really think my relationship with the bank’s president has something to do with his approval. I suppose that means I will have fucked my way to the top.” I responded that she has proven herself a capable executive, but she smiled and responded, “You have your opinion; I have mine.” She turned about, closed her eyes, and was fast asleep within ten seconds. I couldn’t sleep for another half hour; my mind churned with all he had told me that night.

Their plans are to sell their home but keep the mountain cottage as a vacation home and move back to his wife’s hometown of Charleston. I opined he’s too young to retire, but he and his wife want to travel and perhaps purchase an RV before they’re too old to do that. Like Gigi and I, he has been investing since he began working and they have more than enough now to live a comfortable life. I said maybe we can do the same; Gigi chuckled and responded, “No fucking way. I’ll die at the desk with my boots on.” I laughed at that and said, “Then you’ll be working while I’m retired and traveling.” To me, retirement seems like Nirvana.

* * * * *
When I first became a member of this website, I didn’t anticipate I would be asked by some members why I like other men fucking my wife. It happens. One reason I recognize is I have something many other men desire. I like sharing her with men she desires. For her, she wants variety, just as any consumer prefers variety when shopping at the grocery store. Studies show that 50% of marriages end in divorce whereas only a small percentage in cuckold relationships end that way. At one time in Western nations, it was more common among the wealthy, with older men marrying young women and understanding their wives need more sex than they could provide. My secretary and her husband fall into that category. “Happy Wife, Happy Life” isn’t a meaningless slogan; her sexual happiness is my happiness. Now, every single study shows this way of life is rapidly on the increase. More than all that, we hotwife-husbands find excitation in our wives having the freedom to fuck other men. Nothing thrills me more than another man’s dick pleasuring my wife.

* * * * *

The only other item worth mentioning here is that Sherry will be away the third week of September for an airline’s maintenance class. She says she already knows more than they’re likely to be teaching but she and another mechanic are required to go anyway. She asked Gigi if Beau could stay with us while she’s away “to keep him out of trouble.” Gigi said we would look forward to having him at our home those days and added, “I can think of ways to make sure he won’t be going out and ‘getting into trouble’.” Sherry laughed and said, “That’s just what I had in mind. You’re the best.”

I assume my wife won’t be seeing any guys other than Beau those days. Gigi told me after that phone call that including me in nightly threesomes seems the right thing to do. I liked that.

~ Des

[solstice]

What a post Des, Gigi knows how to store up her experiences and then relate them to you, I love the relationship you have with her, you treat each other well and there is no sense of repetition when you tell of her exploits. I would love to hear of you fucking your secretary, and marvel at your control in not doing so, now that is acceptable to your wife

[Tracey52]

Great update Des. Don’t forget to tell us more about Peter now that you have meet him. An area of confusion for me is that I recall you previously writing that Gigi had had a vaginal tightening procedure but in this post you indicated that she had elected not to have it. Finally, how can you write that your wife has a loose vagina and still be alive?

[Des 31]

Great update Des. Don’t forget to tell us more about Peter now that you have meet him. An area of confusion for me is that I recall you previously writing that Gigi had had a vaginal tightening procedure but in this post you indicated that she had elected not to have it. Finally, how can you write that your wife has a loose vagina and still be alive?

Hi Tracey. You must have posted this moment I was about to go offline. I preferred not to cover all that history and would have skipped it had you not inquired. It’s a bit uncomfortable to write about and more than most want to know. Physicians perform several versions of vaginal reformation and cosmetic changes. Gigi once had surgery that altered the size of her labia. It had a satisfactory effect, but the second procedure would have changed the interior cavity. She might have had that done that if it had the added benefit of increasing sexual satisfaction, but her physician and another next door in the office said that’s an unlikely outcome.

I'm unsure what you mean about still being alive, but she claims to be. Creeps me out to think about all that, but I’m no doc. Gigi could explain it better but she will be more concerned tonight and the next day or two about her parents and others she knows because of a hurricane heading toward them on the Gulf Coast. They have been through storms like that before but never suffered home damage; their place was built to withstand a lot of wind and their property is sufficiently elevated to avoid major water damage.

~Des the Creeped.

[Tracey52]

Thanks for the reply Des and I really don’t mean to pry about Gigi’s medical procedures but appreciate the reply. The point about being alive was a joke directed towards you. If I had posted that my wife had a loose vagina she would kill ME. I was interested as to why Gigi is not offended by that comment.

[Des 31]

Thanks for the reply Des and I really don’t mean to pry about Gigi’s medical procedures but appreciate the reply. The point about being alive was a joke directed towards you. If I had posted that my wife had a loose vagina she would kill ME. I was interested as to why Gigi is not offended by that comment.

Not a problem .... No one has ever complained to her. Just received a phone call at the office from Gigi who just got home from work. She scheduled a week's vacation today for the days Beau will be staying with us while his wife is at a training session the third week of Sept. Took me a minute of consideration after I hung up the office phone before I realized what a good idea that was. Neither Beau nor I can take off work that week, but she won't be stressed from work when either of us get home after hours.

[Des 31]

6 p.m. (or at least is is here)

Thursday evening, my secretary and I arrived on the west coat at our first stop to meet with our new client’s two principals. We booked adjoining hotel rooms through tomorrow noon and then will drive south to the company’s headquarters where we should finish our work no later than Wednesday afternoon.

Gigi won’t be fucking her boss or her young friend Beau while I’m away, but she has a couple of alternatives. Beau and his wife Sherry are visiting their parents over the holiday weekend. Her boss and his wife Mary are on a week’s vacation to visit with their son and daughter at their military academy; they’re taking them to a water park today and to dinners and an entertainment resort today and tomorrow. They booked a hotel through Friday night when their kids will represent their school in a chess tournament against two other schools’ clubs. Their mom taught them the basics beginning at ages 5 and 6, but now each has surpassed Mary’s skills. They have since become rather addicted to it and favor chess over video games. Their second favorite board game is “Go,” a complex match of which I had before never before heard and about which I have no understanding whatsoever.

I phoned Gigi when we arrived here. She said she most likely wouldn’t call me Friday night while our insurance agent is at our home. He is updating our home and auto policies and change providers when the current policies expire. Each time he’s at our place for similar reasons, they’re usually fucking before he leaves.

For the reason I’m out of town and this is a holiday weekend, he stayed overnight with Gigi. She phoned me when he left sometime this morning. I didn’t hear the details of his visit but laughed when she she told me she played the raunchy song “Deepthroat” by Cumcakke on our Alexa device while giving him head. He liked that.

Gigi said she was to pick up our mechanic when he closes his auto repair shop at noon today and take him to look at a car she intends to purchase. A bank customer has found himself financially overextended; he came in to see her Friday for advice on drastically cutting back his expenses to preserve his credit rating. Although his year-old luxury sedan would be paid off in little more than a year, he needed to unload it for a vehicle with lower monthly payments. Gigi suggested she may be interested in taking it off his hands but required her mechanic friend’s opinion of its condition and confirmation of the vehicle’s maintenance history. A bank teller has been asking to buy her five-year-old sports car for the past year; the two agreed on a price that would essentially cover what the bank’s customer wants for his depreciated paid value.

As some who have read our history here know, my wife and the mechanic aren’t regular fuckbuddies but have met at times for occasional hookups at our place or his. Since I’m out of town, my wife will be at his home for the night. So she will be waking up with two different guys, two days in a row, and in two different places. With our bedroom surveillance cams, I found time to watch on my laptop as our insurance agent fucked her for a second (or maybe third) time last night. I knew it wasn’t their first because of the late hour and knowing he always starts out on top; when I checked in, he was plowing her pussy from behind as she was on her knees, bracing her hands on our bed’s headboard and hollering like a cat being blown about in a tornado.

I’ll settle for her narrative about tonight with the mechanic at his place when fucking her upon my return.

Some have speculated here about sex between my secretary and me during this trip. It won’t be what some may imagine, but we have had some interesting conversations and interactions. I’m not trying to be coy by not mentioning those details at this time, but it seems more will be forthcoming before we leave. I’ll write about that later as our trip goes on and have a better picture of what may be developing. Neither of us brought swim suits for the trip but after checking out the hotel’s pool and ocean beyond, we each purchased swimwear from the hotel’s gift shop. I have Aloha-print baggies; hers is skimpy and showing as much skin as legal in public. I think I described her physical appearance in these pages back when I first hired her; but if not, well, she’s fucking amazing. I think the eyeballs of every guy, whether in his 20’s or 70’s, followed her as she strode the pool deck and land’s edge late this afternoon.

I admittedly am enjoying the secretary’s company and learned from yesterday’s meeting with the clients she has more skills than I had previously recognized. We’re going down to the beach a half hour from now and then to dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. I left any plans, if any, after that up to her. (And, no, we are not having sex, now or in the future.)

I hope all have a great Labor Day weekend. I’ll be back online here as time allows, but this is one of my busier assignments.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Thanks for the update, Des!!! Where did your wife ever hear that song??? It's about the nastiest song I've ever heard!! I think the singers were just trying to find a way to put as many vulgar comments in one song as possible. They must have thought there was a prize for the most vulgar song!!

You said, "(And, no, we are not having sex, now or in the future.)" So, the question is the same as presented to Bill Clinton back in the 1990s... What is your definition of SEX?? Are blow jobs sex?? Is heavy petting, sex??? Well, at least you can enjoy the eye candy!!! I'm sure her vision is great jerking material. You need to get a pic of her in that sexy swimsuit!!!! Then you could actually have a thread in the Hotties forum with her pic!! (I know, ain't gonna happen!)

Have a productive and fun time wherever you and she are!!!

Rascal

[Tracey52]

I’m glad you found time to post while you’re on assignment. I know plans change but I thought Gigi had been invited to her Boss’s place for a 3 way one of the nights you were away? I’m confused again.

[Scotch98]

Great update Des, I am sure you enjoyed watching Gigi play with the insurance guy on your cam. I believe you have said it records also. Concerning your sexy secretary..... "we have had some interesting conversations and interactions. I’m not trying to be coy by not mentioning those details at this time, but it seems more will be forthcoming before we leave. I’ll write about that later as our trip goes on and have a better picture of what may be developing." I am looking forward to reading about those conversations..... Hope you're having a great weekend and sorry you couldn't be home. Cheers

[solstice]

(And, no, we are not having sex, now or in the future.)

If you don't have a meeting of bodies at least your can have a vibrant meeting of minds, exploring shared stimulating ideas, the mind is a powerful sexual tool.

[Des 31]

I’m glad you found time to post while you’re on assignment. I know plans change but I thought Gigi had been invited to her Boss’s place for a 3 way one of the nights you were away? I’m confused again.

Hi Tracey, I'm not surprised our plans and lives can confuse anyone. I have trouble keeping up too.

Because the bank is closed three days for the Labor Day holiday, Gigi's boss and Mary had invited her to stay at their mountain cottage Friday and Saturday nights at their vacation cottage. At the time of their invitation, their son and daughter had plans to go home those days with a friend of their daughter, but the girl's parents' plans changed. Then, when the two siblings were chosen by their academy's chess club to represent the school for the following weekend's chess tournament, the parents chose to spend time with their kids this weekend and show up for the game board competition. Her boss took a week of his vacation for that. With us and them, family comes first.

It was a late decision and as it turned out, it's best Gigi didn't accompany me on this trip anyway. She and her boss try to rarely be out of the office on the same days.

~ Des

[Des 31]

Notes from On-The-Road:

I checked my secretary and I out at the hotel’s desk earlier this morning. She and I will be leaving in a short while and drive a couple hours down to the clients’ plant facility.

* * * * *

The mechanic who performs minor services on our vehicles accompanied my wife today to inspect a car she intends to purchase from a banking customer who wished to get rid of it. She agreed to buy the luxury vehicle at a below-bargain cost but will await my coming home Thursday morning to close the deal. On our cell phone call this morning, I told her to go ahead and buy it, that her description and our mechanic’s recommendation is good enough for me.

I told Gigi about a conversation between my secretary and me, in which she said she doesn’t feel either polyamorous or monogamous. She said with a grin, “I’m multi-nogamous.” I laughed and said there’s no such word. She said, “I know. It’s my word because there’s nothing else to describe it.” I’ve explained her marital situation here before, so there’s no need to repeat all that here. My wife said, “I like it,” paused, then added rather unnecessarily, “But don’t tell her that.” I don’t tell anyone my wife also dates other men and certainly wouldn’t confess that to my secretary.

When the agreement on buying the man’s car was finalized, our mechanic and Gigi drove separately to his place where she stayed until around 7:30 this morning. He was always a good-looking manly sort, but his chest and arms have filled out even more since we first met him. My wife said the other difference is that he fucks much longer than he once did and she’s sure their first time having sex last night lasted more than an hour. I take those remarks with a grain of salt for the reason my wife loses track of time when another guy is fucking her, but she certainly knows when one guy lasts longer than most.

She was wired with desire when first entering his home and thinks she climaxed within seven seconds from the moment his dick began pummeling her cunt. By the time they had fucked in almost every imagined position, both were soaked with perspiration.

They showered and he walked naked to his kitchen to prepare dinner. He lives on the top floor of a condo near his shop. As they had breakfast, they sat on towel-covered chairs at his patio window looking out over the pool and trees and talked about past experiences, particularly the now-defunct cuckold/hotwife club the three of us had once attended. He kept up with three of the former member couples and was fucking their wives for several months. In time, each drifted apart. My wife agreed that all these extramarital relationships come to an end for a variety of reasons. He now dates a couple of women, neither married, but said there’s something different having sex with a married woman.

When asked which was better, he said, “Sex with married women is less complicated. There are fewer expectations by either him or the woman and fewer personality conflicts. It all just sex – the good kind.” Gigi hadn’t before considered that but agreed it makes sense.

They returned to bed where she gave him head for a rather long time. She said to me, “All men are different in many ways, but it’s almost universal among them that they life their dick sucked.” And, as I know well, she enjoys doing the entertaining.

* * * * *

If our experiences up to now fit within the topics of OHW, I would have included that. But I’ll take a moment to mention something I have learned in my past as a reporter and since being at my advertising job.

Although I have come across a few egotistical jerks among the wealthy and powerful, I most often enjoy meeting with those whenever it comes about. But long ago, I learned that no matter the personal interaction the others of us may have with people at that lofty level, we are unlikely to ever be considered as one of them. Like their lawyers, house help, accountants, bankers and carpenters, the rest of us are privately looked upon by many of them as tools, no more than lackeys to serve their ends. That realization is never immediately obvious but, with experience among the demanding, it finally dawns upon us.

Those attitudes among the wealthy aren’t universal, but they’re common in that rarified culture. The other side of the coin is that we servants have the opportunity to retain possessions of greater importance, our integrity and honesty. The men with whom we met these past two days are an exception and their business holdings are many. They display and live by the more important qualities.

My greatest surprise in this journey has been my secretary. She can write like the best of ad writers; and, in a moment of inspiration, she came up with a perfect, three-word ad slogan for the campaign. Our clients loved it. I haven’t told her but upon our return, I’m suggesting she be promoted. I didn’t realize until the last two days that our agency needs a new perspective, perhaps a woman’s perspective, in many areas.

* * * * *

My secretary just phoned my room. She’s next door and ready to leave. We’re driving south for a while and should be finished with our project sometime Tuesday or Wednesday morning. I’ll be back as time allows . . .

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Thanks for the update, Des!!! I agree on all your thoughts about the rich and famous. Yes, I added the famous part but it still holds true that they feel they are in their own lofty positions that occasionally, when needed, will grace we commoners with their valued words of wisdom and direction. Applies to very wealthy business persons, famous celebrities and politicians (large or small).

As far as the secretary goes, if the partners follow your suggestion and she gets the promotion, will she still be your secretary, or will she continue to work for you with a new title and salary??? It's hard to bring that female influence to the firm if she is still doing only your work.

Try not to have too much fun traveling in the company of a great looking young lady!!!

Rascal

[solstice]

In your more intimate conversations with your secretary, have you made it known to her that you will not be stepping outside of your marriage vows with her? Has she implied to you that she is willing to fuck?

[Des 31]

Thanks for the update, Des!!! I agree on all your thoughts about the rich and famous. Yes, I added the famous part but it still holds true that they feel they are in their own lofty positions that occasionally, when needed, will grace we commoners with their valued words of wisdom and direction. Applies to very wealthy business persons, famous celebrities and politicians (large or small).

As far as the secretary goes, if the partners follow your suggestion and she gets the promotion, will she still be your secretary, or will she continue to work for you with a new title and salary??? It's hard to bring that female influence to the firm if she is still doing only your work.

Try not to have too much fun traveling in the company of a great looking young lady!!!

Rascal

If she is promoted to associate-writer, she could be assigned under my supervision for a while and I wouldn't need a secretary. But eventually, I would hire another. She will be hard to replace but deserves a chance to prove herself if she wants to do that. And you're clearly right about those other professions. Their handlers and agents are from the same cuts of cloth. When I was a reporter (reasonably known thereabout and lowly-paid) back in Gigi's hometown, a wealthy leading citizen once told me the best reason to become wealthy and powerful is that you can say "F-you" to anyone else because you aren't dependent in any way upon them. He said that if you can't afford to say that to all the a-holes you come across - with whatever wealth, power, or celebrity status you may have - you're not yet there. The proper response from those to whom that's said is, "Yes sir."

In your more intimate conversations with your secretary, have you made it known to her that you will not be stepping outside of your marriage vows with her? Has she implied to you that she is willing to fuck?

Hi Sol. I'm sure she won't cross that Rubicon, so I'm not concerned about it. And I have given her no indication I'm interested. I know things happen when men and women work together and I have seen it happen in my previous job. But it seems it's always the man who makes the first move, and I'm not going to do that.

~ Des

And - almost forgot to mention - I'm told my wife's newest guy Peter is coming to our home this evening. I doubt he will be staying late but if I'm not out late for interviews or other demands, I'll log in to watch on my laptop. Gigi is getting more sex while I'm out of town than when I'm home. I told her she deserves it. I'm about to leave the hotel and get to work so I need to track down my secretary from wherever she is at the moment. She called from her room a few minutes ago and said she was going downstairs to the hotel's coffee shop. No holiday off for us today.

[Des 31]

It’s afternoon here in Mid-Sizeville.

As I’m writing this, Gigi is meeting with a new guy at the nearby mall’s coffee shop. She had responded to his new online personals ad, and they have chatted twice on Zoom. I spotted his attractive image while she was talking with him on her laptop, but all else I know is that he’s a local middle-school biology teacher.

In the past, when first meeting this way with men for coffee, dinner, or drinks, she always picked up the tab as a subtle way of establishing her authority in any future relationship. She doesn’t give out her full name, occupation, home address, or phone number until first meeting face-to-face and vetting them. Typically, she promised Derrick that she would be there only to meet him tonight.

Our young friend Beau will be staying at our place next week while his wife’s away, so she doesn’t plan on having sex with this man or anyone else other than me until sometime next month. But I have learned circumstances change unexpectedly, so perhaps she and her new guy may end up fucking after they leave the coffee bar. She said as she walked out the door, “I will call you later about when I’ll be home.”

Her boss gave a speech at a private college an hour away Friday evening and was awarded an honorary Doctor of Laws degree. Because the commemoration was to run late, he stayed over at a nearby hotel that night. Gigi drove the distance after work hours, spent the night with him, and returned home around ten-thirty Saturday morning. During our late breakfast at our kitchen table, I inquired if she had heard the term, “work husband,” words I first came across in comments at this website. She had not but assumed my reason for asking was her relationship with her boss.

I said, “Wouldn’t he fit that definition?” My wife laughed but surmised perhaps it does. She concluded a definition of a “husband” could be someone to who another has a commitment, trust, love, and sex. For the reasons there’s a certain element of shared love and they’re together about a third of each day, she decided it’s as good a definition as any. She grinned, joking she my start calling him that and added, “Would that make you jealous?” I told her I liked it. She smiled and said, “Okay, then I’ll tell him that. He’ll get a laugh out of it.”

We drove over to the City Park today to walk around and feed the ducks before they fly south for the winter. It isn’t chilly yet here, so we were surprised to find most have already left. Gigi joked, “Maybe they had to beat the Snow Birds to get hotel reservations.” The few stragglers left flocked around us were joined by a gaggle of noisy Canadian geese we don’t commonly see in these parts. I suppose this was their day’s way-station on their way for someplace further away.

We shared a late lunch downtown until Gigi checked her Mickey Mouse watch and said we should head for home so she could get ready to meet Derrick. At home, I stripped along with her and helped her prep. She was applying lipstick as I picked out a long white skirt, an off-white, low-cut lace and ruffled blouse and white two-inch heels. His initial reply to her inquiring email mentioned his height to be the same as her 5’11”. Those shoes will make her noticeably taller than Derrick and she is always curious if her towering over some guys bothers them. I joined her at the bath’s mirror where she then was applying a green shade of eye shadow. She turned her head to glance down to my erection and said with a chuckle, “I like your stiff reaction when I’m getting ready to go out to see another man.”

She pulled on her clothing I had laid on the bed and sat in our bedside chair as I dutifully knelt and slipped her shoes onto her feet. Although she had told me she didn’t intend to fuck him tonight I asked if that might come about anyway. She reached her foot out to where I was kneeling, pressed a heel of her shoe against my shoulder, and said, “I would prefer letting your imagination decide while you’re stroking tonight. Think about all the things you want him to do to me.”

She stood and grasped by blood-engorged dick. She said, “I’ll let you know how it’s going when I phone you.” I followed her to the front door where she turned to give me a see-you-later kiss fully on the lips and walked out the door. She looked great; he will think he has hit the jackpot. I was already jerking off at the front window as her car backed out the gate and onto the street.

I’m hoping they end up fucking tonight anyway but know it probably won’t come about this soon. She told me that if all goes as assumed, she intends to bring him home to meet me “soon.” Whenever that may be, it doesn’t matter; I’m reasonably sure the two are going to be a good match in bed.

She has already checked him out in online records, but she always has one more question to ask when meeting someone knew – “Are you a Democrat or Republican?” If he answers that and a few follow-up questions wrong, she says, “Don’t call me, I’ll call you.” The smart answer would be “Independent,” but no one has ever thought to respond that way. When she first agreed to have sex with other men, she told me if the guys come across as relatively conservative as she is, they make the cut. Her reason for asking came about after fucking a radically-oriented sort whose views on almost every facet of life made no sense whatsoever. Once when mentioning the memory of him to me, she referred to him as “the obergruppenführer.”She says “Life’s too short to put up with weirdness.”

She’s sort of picky that way. Maybe that a reason I haven't yet heard from her. I just checked the clock and this seems a long meeting. But I have learned over time that this way of life takes patience.

~ Des