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by Des 31 » Mon Dec 06, 2021 11:09 am
Gigi arrived home from Peter’s place later than anticipated last Tuesday morning, just in time to shower, dress, have breakfast with me, and leave for the office. And later, I didn’t get around to asking about every detail of that Monday night with him; but her brief recount seemed as if it was a total blowout of fucking for the two of them.
She narrated only a few minutes of their time together as she and I were having sex. He has two Echo devices similar to our Alexa but with larger screens. Each hangs on the wall and one is in his bedroom alongside his bed. As his dick was entering her cunt, she asked the Echo device to play one of her favorite songs, “Highway Patrol” by Junior Brown. She hasn’t before done that with me but reported the rhythm was great for fucking. He slammed into her and both were laughing along with their moans and sighs.
I asked our Alexa to play the same song as my dick was in her and it had the same effect for the two of us. Recalling their sexual pairing, she cried out, “Ohhh my gawwwd! He fucked me so good.” She thinks their first time that night lasted about twenty minutes. I was cumming into her tunnel in five. I dismounted and laid alongside her.
She said the same singer has a good song to fit me after another guy has fucked her. She asked our device to play “Gotta Get Up Every Morning,” by the same singer. I chuckled at the lyrics. She propped herself up on her elbows, looked down at me, and said, “Do those words reflect your feelings when I get home after a date?” Well, not exactly, but it was funny and I agreed it befits the life of a lot of cuckolds. She said, “I’m glad you like our way of life.” I guess one would need to hear the words of that song to understand her meaning; the lyrics imply the guy doesn’t like it as much as I do. She no longer reminds me this was originally my idea. I think her once saying that was a defensive gesture; now, her attitude about dating others has become an ingrained part of our marital accord. And she owns it as her preference.
As she was leaving Peter’s home the following morning, he asked if they could again get together Saturday night at his home or ours. Unsure of what might come up, she told him it would be best to wait until following their bowling night on the seventh with his sister and her boyfriend. When telling me her response, she went on, “But he knows I like him fucking me.” I grinned and said I was pleased to hear that. My wife loves sex, but she has her limits.
On Friday, her bosses’ wife had an engagement with two women in her book club and was to be out until nine that night. So that day, he walked through his and my wife’s inter-connecting office door and told her how and why he changed his mind about his wife and me having sex; I interpreted her explanation as meaning guilt on his part had begun to set in. Like me, his wife is pleased he and my wife have relented in their restrictions.
Because his wife was out that night,he asked Gigi if she could come over to their home after work. She suggested our place instead. She phoned me at work to let me know. I told her, “Sure. To me, love means giving you the freedom to fuck anyone you want.” She chuckled and said, “I know.” I was to leave my office about the same time as she was to leave the bank, so I would be at home while he was there. I had no problem with their taking our bedroom for a few hours.
He arrived soon after she drove up around 4:35. The three of us talked a few minutes about workaday matters. My wife had once told him she never considered any career except banking and that was her reason for her college courses in fiance. He asked my wife what caused her to consider banking at a young age. I had been told in the past she didn’t remember what first gave her that notion.
Whenever Gigi doesn’t have a known answer to a question, she responds with a joke. She said, ”I almost took a different path. As I was getting older, I lost a lot of people along the way. So I decided my first choice as a tour guide wasn’t a good idea.”
He laughed, turned to me, and said, “Where does she get all these comebacks?” I most often don’t know either.
I asked if they cared to sit in out enclosed patio’s hot tub a few minutes. I turned on the tub’s bubbler and heater, grabbed three beach-size towels from the bath, and set them on the table alongside the hot tub. We stripped down in our living room and left our clothes on the couch. My wife was the first to crawl in. He sat alongside her and I sat at the far side.
His arm lay on the rim behind her neck. Within a minute or two, I noticed Gigi’s shoulder jiggle somewhat and realized she was stroking his dick beneath the waters. He turned his head aside and kissed her fully on the lips. She responded by encircling her arms about his neck. By that time, my cock was fully erect.
She shifted to sit atop his lap. From experience I know that inserting my penis into my wife’s opening isn’t easy in the hot tub, so I’m reasonably sure his shaft wasn’t inside her but more likely between her thighs. She turned about, pressing her bare breasts to his chest, and whispered in his ear.
She announced to me they were going to the bedroom and that I’m welcomed to follow if I wished. Normally, I would tell them they might prefer to be alone but instead now nodded affirmatively and responded , “Sounds good to me. I’ll be a quiet watcher.” He flashed a smile and facial expression that could be taken as he would make sure I wasn’t disappointed, but I could have been mistaken in my assumption.
We dried off and I followed them down our hallway to the bedroom.
Evidently, she knew his initial preference. She knelt onto the bed on all fours, bracing her body onto the mattress with her hands. I sat in the corner chair five feet from our bed and he mounted her from behind. The sight of his bare cock parting her opening took my breath away. I grasped my dick but felt as if I was about to cum immediately and held off stroking.
She squealed in terror as his massive cock entered her but within seconds yelped excitedly and wailed, “Ohhh! Mr. B!” His hands gripped her hips, his fingers pressing tightly into her firm flesh. He thrust into her like a prize stallion on a mare. Her eyes rolled up so far in their sockets I could see only the whites of her eyeballs. My wife was immediately turned on like someone had flipped a light switch. She wailed, “Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Like that!”
He muttered, “Is this better than fucking just one man your whole life?” She howled, “Ahh! Ohh! Fuck, yes! I love your big schlong!” I couldn’t recall her before having mentioned loving his long, broad cock, but her cries stimulated me as I jerked my dick. I doubted Gigi knew the origin of the term, “schlong,” but would later tell her. It’s Middle High German - “slange,” meaning "snake." With his impressive size, there’s a resemblance there.
I don’t often get to see them fucking but thought, if she is this hot with me in the room with them, how excited she must be when alone with him and free to verbally and physically express her feelings. It’s times like this I again realize it really is better with another guy than with her husband she lives with every day. She has explained those reasons to me, but actually seeing him fuck her makes it crystal clear. I gripped my rigid dick.
She excitedly massaged her clitoris as he shagged her. Her mouth was open and her lips quivered as she whined, “Unh, unh, unh!” with each thrust of his cock. Five minutes into his fucking her, she bit her lower lip and squealed at the sensation in a seconds-long climax. Her body convulsed and shuddered like a woman with high fever.
He withdrew his stalk and rolled her onto her back beneath him. In their missionary position, he knelt between her thighs and maneuvered his tool to her shaven cunt. She positioned her legs atop his shoulders and whimpered as he easily slid into her opening. He leaned in to kiss her deeply and her arms encircled his neck. Bracing his hands at each side of her head, he raised his torso to gaze down upon her. I assumed that in her excitement, she had forgotten I was watching, but I was wrong. She turned her head aside to glance at me jerking off in the chair and, with a wave of her hand, invited me to come closer.
I strode over to the bedside. She grasped the base of my cock and drew my dickhead to within an inch of her mouth. He watched as I inserted my rigid member into her lips. He groaned as he and I fucked her two orifices. The sensation overwhelmed me. None of us said a word, but Gigi emitted repetitive sobs of “Mmphh!” as her mouth clamped onto my cock.
My eyes were glued onto the sight of his dick driving in and out of my wife’s cunt. Her hips gyrated responsively with each thrust but she somehow found the ability to simultaneously bob her head onto my putz. I am unsure whether my moans were in response to his fucking her or the sensations I was feeling in the warmth of her mouth – It was probably both. I said to him, “I love what you do for her.” He muttered, “I love what she does for me.”
He grunted and his body quivered. I realized he was about to ejaculate into my wife’s hot twat. My awareness of his semen jetting into her sent me over the top and I too was cumming hard. Gigi gulped my seed spurting into her throat and increased the tempo of her head movements until draining every last drop of semen. She swallowed and turned to her boss, drew him close, and tongue-kissed him with a stream of my birth juice running down her chin. She rolled her widened eyes aside to look at me as they kissed, but I have no idea what she was then thinking and forgot until this moment as I write this to even ask.
I asked if either wanted a cola, beer, or whatever. Gigi said snacks would be great. I left for the kitchen as they embraced. I returned with a tray topped with pop-chips, dip, peanuts, two wine glasses, and a bottle of Bordeaux and set it on the bedside table. I then picked up their clothes from the living room and left them folded in the bedroom chair. Telling them I was going to the hall bath for a shower and letting them talk for a while, I pulled my robe from the closet and left. For their comfort, I had no intention of returning to the bedroom. After showering, I watched TV in the living room until the two were dressed and walked out to join me around 8 p.m.
Gigi walked him to the door, kissed him goodnight, and said, “Thank you for tonight.” He said he was glad he “came,” then laughed upon realizing his remark had more than one meaning. My wife snickered and said, “I’m glad you ‘came’ too.”
* * * * *
Unless their plans change the coming weekend, my wife’s friend Derrick will be fucking her overnight. He and Gigi’s young fuckbuddy Beau got together at a local Irish pub, and she was told they talked about the possibility of the two again double-teaming my wife. I asked her if she thought that might come about this weekend. She said she’s not yet certain she will be free just for Derrick but added, “I suppose it’s possible. His wife Sherry is putting in a lot of overtime at the airport.” She paused a moment and said, “If I’m later told by Derrick he has invited Beau over the same night, I’ll invite you too.”
I’m told her boss has a meeting with a bank’s new commerical client that night. Dependent upon my workload that day, I may ask his wife if she is free that night to visit with me at our home.
Then, about an hour ago, my wife left a message on my cell phone that she will be an hour or so late getting home tonight. Her boss asked her to stick around after the office closes at four p.m. She didn’t need to tell me why. I know what that means.
~ Des
