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by Des 31 » Fri Nov 04, 2022 7:25 am
I have traveled for work assignments twice since last posting here but was pleased a couple of guys kept her company during my absence. The stats may be questionable, but I have read that as 40-to-50 percent of married whose husbands travel a lot or are militarily deployed cheat. That often doesn’t result in a positive outcome for their marriages. Gigi and I are in agreement that our extramarital contract, allowing her whatever sexual freedom she wishes to pursue, is advantageous to each of us. We know this arrangement wouldn’t work for every couple, but the advantages are rewarding for us.
The Thursday night following my previous update, Gigi and her boss had attended a meeting, after which he drove home behind her car and fucked her for an hour at our home. While he was here, I was preparing for the following week’s two-day trip in our computer room. A lot has come about since then and, for the first time ever, I have entered only one in my journal. Anything beyond that as reported here is from memory.
Copied and pasted from my computer journal:
The Friday night before leaving for my second trip, Mel stayed with us overnight. During that week, the two had talked by phone at least twice and she had invited him to our place for the evening. Gigi had arrived home from work about fifteen minutes before me. She was undressing in our bedroom, blew me a kiss, and said she would like to have her mound shaven before Mel arrived.
I agreed, removed my clothing to take a shower after her, and offered to trim her pubic hair before she shaved her mons in the shower. She shuffled through the bath counter drawer for scissors and handed them to me. She leaned back against the counter as I trimmed her bush. My dick began to swell. Looking up at her, I said, “Can I pick out your outfit?” She stared down at me, smiled, and said in a sensuous tone, “You like dressing me for other men, don’t you?”
“You deserve to be happy,” I said, “and I know what makes you the happiest.” Almost immediately, I realized - reluctantly - all that sounded a bit too cuckish but was enjoying the moment. I felt better about it as she opened the shower door, turned about, and said, “I’m happy knowing you enjoy me and another man having sex. ” By then, my cock had swollen to full staff, which I’m sure she noticed but said nothing about it.
She retrieved her pink razor from a bath cabinet and finished the job in the shower. I laid out her white denim and cargo-pocket skirt along with an orange, tropical-leaf-patterned Aloha shirt on the bed and set her white boating shoes at the bed’s foot.
Gigi spotted all as she emerged from the shower and nodded approvingly. She sat on our bed as I knelt to apply body lotion to her shaven mound that glistened in the reflection of our bedside lamp. Most often, she and I don’t have sex soon before her dates with others, but I couldn’t resist leaning forward and swiping a quick tongue lash onto her clitoris. The sensation caused her to jolt. Her eyes closed a moment and she bit onto her lower lip before pushing my head away. “Maybe after Mel leaves,” she said with a grin.
I was attired in green golf shorts and a tan polo shirt when Mel drove through the front gate and parked alongside our stone wall. Gigi greeted him with a hug, a “Hi,” and a kiss fully on the lips. Gigi and I rarely enjoy alcoholic beverages but have learned Mel’s favorite drink is Irish whiskey and ginger ale; so I poured those ingredients into three separate glasses and we drank with all elbows on our bar separating the living room and kitchen.
The small talk lasted no more than ten minutes. Gigi was standing alongside him at the bar’s far side. As he set his now-empty glass onto the bar, she reached to stroke his face, then leaned closer to press her full lips to his. He slid a hand beneath her Aloha shirt to a breast and stroked a globe. She whispered into his ear, then nodded to me, and said, “We’ll be in the bedroom. You’re welcome to join us whenever you’re ready.” I quietly understood that meant I could watch if I wished.
* * * * *
I left them alone for several minutes and poured another whiskey and soda. Even that far away, I could hear their sighs and moans. My tool swelled and throbbed beneath my golf shorts as I imagined their carnal pleasures.
I peered around the door frame as his mouth covered my wife’s mound. Thankfully, they had not turned off the bedside lamp. Mel’s stomach and chest sank into the air mattress as he lay between my wife’s spread legs. Her hands grasped each side of his head at the ears as his tongue whipped across her clitoris. Her mouth hung open as his oral manipulations brought her to flaming heat.
My swollen dick begged for my hand around its throbbing circumference. I felt the desire to joyfully cry at my wife’s raging passion. She raised her hips and whispered to him, “Fuck me. Fuck me now.” He rose to his knees. I watched fitfully as his fist closed around the thickness of his cock, now pointed to my wife’s opening. The light streaming from our bedside lamp reflected the sheen of his dick, causing me to suspect Gigi had applied lotion on it during foreplay. Mel’s stiff, slick cock gleamed like an oiled torpedo poised for launch.
His broad, reddish cockhead lingered a moment at the mouth of her cunt like a bee about to suck the nectar of a hyacinth in full bloom. Gigi shuddered as she gazed down to the narrow space between their naked bodies. Her lips quivered in anticipation when watching his pole sink into her treasure. She murmured, “Yes! Oh yesss!”
With a breathless voice as his cock burrowed into her cunt, Mel said, “It’s good to be together with you again.” Her hands clasped each side of his face, raised her hips to accept his shaft to the full.
He slammed into her like a hammer on a nail. She screamed, “I love your cock! I fucking love it so much!” Their minds and bodies meshed and engaged as if each had just discovered paradise on earth. Mel muttered gaspingly, “You’re so hot tonight.” In a tone that breathed of powerless despair, my wife sobbed, “I can’t help it. This - This - is so good.” I realize jealousy in this way of life is a featherbrained reaction but experienced a moment of envious apprehension. Sometimes it seems my wife’s sex with another man is just “too good.” This was one of those.
I’m not really sure but, at that moment, thought it couldn’t get any better for her than this. My wife doesn’t actually say it, but I know she’s fully aware she lives a full life. Yet, she isn’t more alive at any time than when a man’s dick is inside her. And now as she wailed in a tone like a song, she was having a fucking good time.
The red veins of her eyes gleamed like cherry juice in milk. Her fingers jerked against her clitoris as she masturbated to the rhythm of his fucking. She stared at his face, raised her head close to his, and kissed him deeply. And soon, her eyes widened like saucers as she screamed, “Yes! Yes! Oh goddd! I’m cumminggg!”
Her head lashed side to side as Mel plowed on with increased intensity. At that moment, she spotted me looking in on them and waved a hand as an invitation into the room. Tears streaked her cheeks like diamonds on white velvet. I leaned my butt against the dresser and jerked off as he grunted and fucked her like a prize stallion. Gigi grinned at the sight of my eager masturbation.
Groaning, Mel’s body stiffened as he was about to cum inside my wife’s tunnel. She wrapped her legs about his waist and gave him her full attention. She murmured, “Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I love it!” His seed spurted into her womb and each wailed at the moment of his ejaculation. Pulling a tissue from its box, I whipped my dick with urgency and was cumming hard into the folds within seconds. Leaning a hand against the dresser for support, I let out a deep breath.
Dismounting her, Mel plopped onto his back alongside. Gigi invited me to join them. I crawled onto the bed and lay alongside Mel. My wife was on his other side. I grinned and said, “I don’t need to ask if it was good for both of you.” They chuckled. Mel said, “Best night of my life - unless you count the first time I fucked her. That was good too.”
It was good for me too.
We talked about his work for a few minutes and, one by one, fell asleep without turning off the lamp. I think I was last. I didn’t the time on the bedside clock at the time I awakened at a feeling in my hand. Mel had turned in his sleep to face me and his dick lay in my hand’s open palm. His eyes fluttered, apparently dreaming, and I wondered if the feel of his cock against my hand’s flesh caused his dream to be that of fucking my wife.
His dick was only semi-tumescent at that moment but stiffened within a half minute. I cautiously pulled my hand away, but my dick was again stiffening as I recalled their fucking that night. Assuming he was still fucking her in his dreams, I stared at his dick and again stroked my tool. I couldn’t again ejaculate, gave up trying, rolled aside, and went back to sleep.
I awakened at our usual 5:30 a.m. To avoid awakening them, I cautiously got out of bed like a cat on the prowl. Even the newest cuck will soon learn his wife won’t be happy being awakened too early after a long night of hot sex. I put on my robe, and fixed a breakfast of eggs, scrambled with chopped asparagus and red bell pepper, toast, and coffee. Gigi almost always is up and alert at the same time but this morning she slumbered alongside Mel. The two walked into the kitchen the moment as I had just laid out plates and silverware.
Our breakfast conversation was interrupted by a phone call from the local pet adoption center. Two office personnel were out sick and the director asked Gigi if she could fill in Sunday. She’s familiar with the protocol procedures and agreed to be there at 8 a.m. the following day. When she laid down the phone, Mel inquired about her charitable endeavors, which mostly are at the animal shelter and abused women’s clinic.
As we were putting the dishware in the dishwasher, he mentioned she’s obviously a religious woman, “So how do you square that with having sex outside your marriage?” She has responded for other men to that query so many times in the past that it’s become a word-for-word, standard spiel. So I left to warm up the hot tub so we could sit as a threesome for a while before Mel was to leave for home.
When they later got out of the tub, he fucked her standing up - her hands bracing her body behind her against the tub’s rim. When he left at noon. I said to my wife, “It seems the sex with him was better than usual.” She grinned and said, “Maybe because he’s still new, but I would have liked him as a friend even without the sex.” She went on to say she told him I had an out-of-town trip coming up and they plan to get together in my absence.
* * * * *
As the time is coming closer for the ad firm’s senior partner to retire, I’m assuming more of a management role. Combined with the travel time I’m away, I have had less free time than my wife. For four days in October, I was in Los Angeles. When packing to leave, I asked my wife what she would be doing during my absence. She said she hadn’t thought about it but might call Victor to see if he could schedule her for a massage one night. She didn’t need to add her meaning for “massage” which meant they would be fucking that night if she set the appointment. Understanding her message, I grinned and said I was glad to know she wouldn’t be lonely. She scheduled a workday off for Friday and stayed over Thursday night at his place. She arrived home at noon Friday, a couple of hours before I returned home from my trip. I didn’t ask for the details, but she said it was “nice,” and in response to my asking, said, “Sure - after an hour’s massage.”
Mel has been at our home between work projects for up to three days and nights a week. His height and body are similar to mine and I suggested to Gigi that she probably can’t tell the difference; she chuckled and said, “Oh yeah, there is a difference.” For the past two weeks, his light brown hair has been trimmed closer to his scalp; with some gel, the style could be a crew cut, but instead, the soft hair lays flat, with short strands hanging unevenly across the top of his forehead. The frequency of which he has been staying at our home was becoming almost like he’s moved in with us. But he left Tuesday for an out-of-state project that will keep him away for the next two weeks. I’m sure his and my wife’s reunion will be hot upon his return. Gigi doesn’t anticipate he will be visiting so often in the future.
My wife’s boss has fucked her only twice since I was last online here. He and his wife Mary were away for a week to search for a home where they will be living after he retires in December. Mary will be moving the last week of this month to oversee the remodeling and furnishing of their new place, and Gigi has invited him to often stay at our place until he moves away in December. I will leave it up to my wife to decide how she arranges her schedule between him, Mel, and Caden. She and Caden still occasionally meet for lunch on workdays. He has since fucked her only twice, but we realize they will be getting together when convenient for both as time goes on. I really don’t understand how she manages to schedule all this, but it seems to work seamlessly for all.
I have read conflicting theories about why some husbands like me enjoy other men having sex with their wives. The most common reasons proposed by sociology and behavioral scientists are either hidden homosexual impulses or a need to be humiliated as a result of feelings of inferiority. I’m sure that’s true for many. I don’t feel it fits me but don’t honestly know my own reasons. Mel recently opined to me in my wife’s presence that most guys would prefer fucking other men’s wives rather than having their wives have sex with other men. I grinned and said, “I agree but can’t say why I’m different in that way. But I’m glad it works out for all involved.” He laughed and said, “Yeah, me too.”
Even after all my and Gigi’s experiences with this, I’m still working on it. Perhaps those behavioral specialists are mostly right, and some of us just can’t admit it to ourselves. Personally, I’m not ready to accept that. My wife has no such self-doubt; in her opinion, the reason a majority of married women don't have extramarital sex is they haven't tried it. After Gigi's initial affair years ago, she knew there was no turning back to the time it was just the two of us.
Tonight, my wife and Mel will be away for the night at a play in the town south of us. She will later be staying at his place overnight and returning sometime Saturday morning, so I’ll have some time to sit and consider my motivations. If I come to a reasonable assumption, I’ll write about it here - but I doubt I’ll accept whatever conclusions I come up with.
~ Des (I'll get around later to responding to those earlier questions above, either here or with PMs.)
There is NOTHING wrong with doing that on a regular basis! We aren't here for the finished product of your future publishing, we just want to explore your hotwife life with you!! So, don't ever feel you need to "polish" anything other than Gigi's hot clit with your tongue!!! 
