My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[Tracey52]

Military guy then?

[1_chammer]

What are your thoughts,

[1_chammer]

What are your thoughts,

[Tracey52]

How was the rest of the week with Cus?

[Des 31]

How was the rest of the week with Cus?

I thought they were about as close as two people could get, but they're even more emotionally tied now. Her cuz has a lot of stamina and she was the happy beneficiary of all he had to give. I told her she deserved every moment.

The year is still young, so the only man who has fucked my wife this year - so far - has been Mel. And that began the night before the new year.

Perhaps as early as this weekend, she may have a new guy for occasional sex. After work hours a few weeks ago, Gigi stopped off at the golf and tennis club to meet for a drink with the bank’s chairwoman. When the woman left, a 43-year-old guy each of us has met, but didn’t know well, came in and sat alongside her. He owns one of the two dozen private golf villas at the club for convenience. His wife had become involved with a local lawyer around mid-year 2022, and their divorce was finalized in late December. He has been residing in the villa and allows his wife to stay at their primary residence alongside the river. When she marries the attorney, she will move in with him.

Gigi surmised that most often the wife gets the home following a divorce. He said she can’t do that; the home is in his corporation’s name; after she remarries, he’s buying out his minority shareholders and the home will become his. His original business was that of a financial software company, which he sold two years ago. He has since purchased a fast-food franchise that requires minimal time on his part. “I didn’t need another business, but I got bored doing nothing, so that’s my money-making hobby for now.” Like Gigi, he plays golf, but the weather is a bit too cold for that. He and she instead spent an afternoon at the club’s putting green.

Since then, he has phoned my wife twice for lunch. She says their conversation has become more intimately personal. On their last get-together, he told her he had purchased a great set of golf clubs for his wife but she could never get interested in the game. “You can have them if you want,” he said to my wife. He suggested they meet up at the greens Saturday morning and she could come over to his golf villa and take them away if she wishes.

He walked her to her car in the club’s parking lot. No one else was in sight, and he gave her a hug and peck on the cheek. She looked up, returned a similarly friendly kiss, and thanked him for his offer. Getting into her car, she said, “I’ll see you here at ten on Saturday morning, and check out your clubs at your place.”

Gigi grinned when telling me this. She said, “I’m pretty sure he isn’t just inviting me over to look at golf clubs,” and asked what I thought about her going to his place. I told her I have no objections and added my opinion that I considered the guy to be pretty hot. She thinks he would be a good bed-buddy for occasional fucks. I told her I can’t wait to hear how her visit turns out. She laughed and said, “You won’t need to wait for long.” She has my permission to explain to him our wife-sharing arrangement if she wishes.

Last night, she was jerking me off as she reminded me of her upcoming date Saturday morning. She grinned and said, “I feel like it’s my job to fuck other guys so you can have a great time jerking off.” I laughed and mentioned she doesn’t get paid for her “job.” She smiled and said, “No, but I get a lot of job satisfaction.” She increased her strokes rapidly and I was soon cumming hard.

Like most women who enter into affairs, my wife’s motivation is almost always the same; when a woman seeks a guy out for sex, the reason most often is to experience the romance that eventually wears thin during any marriage. That was my essential reasoning when I first suggested she date other men. She was reluctant at first but now says, “Life doesn’t get any better than this.” I feel the same about that.

* * * * *

And then there was the New Year’s Eve party. While socializing with the guests that night, Gigi picked up a new business account for her bank.

The party was held at the home of her boyfriend Mel. He hosted and invited about twenty other friends or associates. Gigi offered to help him prepare hors d'oeuvres and serve the small dishes and drinks to his guests. He asked we stay around after the last of his guests left around one p.m. that night. Although unstated, we understood his reason was for him to fuck my wife. She offered to first help clean up, but Mel insisted he would take care of it in the morning.

But she followed him to the kitchen to put leftovers in the fridge. I was still in his dining room when spotting them in a deep kiss beyond the kitchen’s swinging doors. Gigi and I had then been up much later than our normal bedtime; Gigi seemed fine, but I was exhausted. I told them if he didn’t mind driving her home the following morning, I was going home. Gigi smiled and nodded in acceptance. Mel grinned broadly, thanked me for coming, and said he deliver my wife in the morning. Gigi added, “I’ll be home by noon or sooner.”

She arrived home a half hour later than she had guessed. I hadn’t known until she told me that she had been confessing to Mel that she has and has had sex with other men. That conversation first came about a night he asked how many other men she had slept with since our marriage. After he told her he is seeing another married woman, but not as often as with my wife, she answered his question; she said, “A lot.” Mel found that to be exciting and began inquiring about the details of how it all came to be. She said she would tell him about all she can recall, and she included the hot details of several encounters with other men. What he has found most thrilling are her stories of her first affair with a coworker and with her three youngest guys, each of who was then 19.

My wife got a surprise when she asked him to tell her about his experiences with the “other married woman.” He said, “Well, actually, she knows you.” He had only mentioned to the woman he knew Gigi but not that he and my wife are having sex. The woman said she didn’t know Gigi well but had encountered her socially a few times at the golf and tennis club to which they both belong. Mel said his reason I’m admitting her identity is that Gigi have been so open about her experiences. He promised he would never tell her about his and my wife’s sex-buddy connection unless Gigi gave him permission to do that.

He met the woman by responding to an Ashley-Mad ad. Her husband’s work in finance requires him to travel as much as two weeks out of every month. Both spouses had come around to agreeing each could date during their absences. “I like her,” Mel said, “but I’m not as emotionally close as I am with you.”

This night she stayed over, she had time to consider all that and told Mel he can tell her about her - but only if he is sure she won’t be jealous or react negatively. She went on, “I think she and I have enough in common for us to better know the other.”

Neither had much sleep the previous night. She told me they were fucking off and on a few hours with intermittent intervals of oral sex - which meant mostly that my wife was sucking his cock for lengthy times. She loves doing that with other guys. They eventually fell asleep and lost track of time. When she awoke, she looked at her Mickey Mouse watch, and said, “Oh gosh, it’s 11:30. I gotta go!”

Actually, I didn’t mind; I hadn’t awakened until past ten and it took me a while to shower, make breakfast, and get my head together. I was too buzzed to ask for the night’s details, but Gigi said Mel told her about a conversation he had with a single guy she knew only as Hal at the party. Hal cornered Mel on his patio and asked how well he knows my wife. Mel said he and Gigi had been friends for months and they meet for lunch every two or three weeks. The reason he was curious, he said, was he assumes “any woman who looks that good” has got to be fucking somebody. Mel laughed and mentioned she is married, “but it’s possible,” and asked if Hal was interested in having sex with her. Hal responded, “Hell, yeah, if that’s possible.”

Mel claimed he had no idea but would find a way to work sex into their conversation the next time he and my wife get together. He says he will ask Hal if he would be interested in a threesome, assuming my wife is willing.

Gigi grinned and asked Mel, “Do you want me to?” Mel said, “That would be hot.” He and my wife agreed he could check with his friend about how serious he was, and if Hal wishes, she is up for it. Gigi asked me if I had any objections. I told her I am in agreement with Mel.

My wife admits that at most times she and I are fucking, she imagines another man’s cock inside her pussy. Knowing that, I often ask at those moments who she is imagining. Her thoughts vary; it’s rarely the same guy who has either fucked her before. Sometimes, she mentions a guy who has recently appealed to her; some of those surprise me for the reason I had no idea she had thought about them all. And when reveals some guy’s name, I’m usually coming within seconds.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des, Thanks for the update. It is very exciting to hear about her discussions with Mel. I'm sure they had some very HOT sex during and after their talks. With all the positive exciting parts of your report I am increasingly worried that the details of her infidelity is becoming very widely known in YOUR town!! I have expressed this concern to you here previously and it is now going outside of her control. Having Mel tell Hal about her and inviting him to fuck her with him means Gigi didn't take any time to get to know him or what his personality is like or even ask if he is a person who could keep their secret. Her sexcapades are becoming known to scores of residents in your area and all of that only takes one to start blabbing about it and it gets back to the bank leadership. I think we both know what will happen when that happens. I really don't know how the female Chair of the Board would react to that news but I'm sure there would be calls from within the Board for her resignation. In addition, her reputation would precede her in her search for another job in the financial world. I'm not going to lecture you and Gigi about all of that but the purpose of my comment is to express my concern for your family. Having her make her own choices about who she fucks in one thing but to allow another guy offer to let yet another man (that she does not know) to join them is very risky.

Rascal

[Tracey52]

Thanks to responding to my query with such a comprehensive update Des. Gigi really is hot to trot. Doesn’t seem like it takes much to bed her these days. Not that I’m complaining.
Btw how is the new bank president going?

[afagehi7]

Thanks to responding to my query with such a comprehensive update Des. Gigi really is hot to trot. Doesn’t seem like it takes much to bed her these days. Not that I’m complaining.
Btw how is the new bank president going?

She's certainly not making the guys work very hard for it... Perhaps she's becoming too easy and getting around a bit much? She had a few regulars now it seems like a revolving bedroom door. If that's what she and des want then good for them but maybe they're not seeing it. Perhaps it's the post boss blues?

[Des 31]

Thanks to responding to my query with such a comprehensive update Des. Gigi really is hot to trot. Doesn’t seem like it takes much to bed her these days. Not that I’m complaining.
Btw how is the new bank president going?

She's certainly not making the guys work very hard for it... Perhaps she's becoming too easy and getting around a bit much? She had a few regulars now it seems like a revolving bedroom door. If that's what she and des want then good for them but maybe they're not seeing it. Perhaps it's the post boss blues?

The new bank president and my wife work seamlessly together, and the board members like the way this has come about. Gigi fulfills the role her former boss had and his replacement either leaves important decisions up to her or the two will work things out together. He works four days a week while my wife works five. Both attend all board meetings and share their presentations as needed. Both he and she consider the other as friends. He has told her he can turn over everything to her whenever she feels she is ready, and he will resume his intended retirement.

Rascal has some good points. At this time, neither she nor I consider her extramarital activities to be a problem. She is aware there's a limit to how much she can do and says she will never risk her job or community standing over sex. I'll try to explain that more at some later date - But Rascal's right. Without discretion and forethought, Gigi could get a reputation. As of now, that isn't happening. She and I think common sense and ordinary caution are essential. The thing to keep in mind for others reading our ongoing history is that her guys don't want the relationships to be known either. That conversation between Mel and her about a threesome isn't yet written in stone, and she hasn't yet heard back from him about it. The guy in question lives a couple of hours away from our city. Because he isn't a local resident, neither she nor Mel can envision a problem if the three of them eventually get together.

The chairwoman and my wife are relatively open about their attitudes toward marriage and men, but neither talks about their personal sex lives. Gigi is confident that the woman knows she has had extramarital experience and probably suspected she and her former boss were sexually involved. The chairwoman has mentioned casually her opinion that anyone can have a fulfilling personal life without it interfering with a professional life. Both women have enough sense not to say anything beyond those parameters.

My wife agreed to try this when she was then 28, two years after we had been married. The romance experienced when dating and being engaged to marry eventually declines. I felt that could be rekindled if she dated other men, and she would be happier at home. That's exactly what happened for us and it works for the two of us.

She hasn't suffered any post-Boss blues. In our usual marital conversations, she still mentions things she and he did over the years she worked for him. I'm sure he talks to his wife Mary about similar past experiences. My wife says, "The Past is the Past, and that's why we call it the 'Past.'" She has moved on, but we anticipate he and his wife will be visiting us at some future times. They still own their second home here, the mountain cottage, and both have expressed their intention to take advantage of it now and then.

Unless her boyfriends come to our home, I stay home when she is out on a date. She tells me everything when she gets home the following morning or is home late those nights, and our sex is fantastic. She is now 36 and says these are the best days of her life. It is for me too.

* * * * *

She had to run some errands early this morning and will then meet up with the guy from her club to go pick up the gift of his former wife's golf clubs. When leaving, she told me she will phone me if she cannot be home before two this afternoon. My dick was rock hard when her car pulled out of the driveway. I asked as she was getting dressed this morning if she really thinks they will be fucking today. She grinned and said, "I'm sure." She says the preliminaries that have come about make that a "certainty" and she knows he also recognizes that. They should be at his place within a couple of hours. I wish there was some way I could see it all, but I'll need to wait - as usual - for her to tell me the follow-up story. I love it when a new dick is inside my wife. And she knows that about me, which makes it even better for each of us.

~ Des

Follow-up: I just learned today is Distaff Day, not normally a day of celebration. It's the old English day women returned to their work or household chores after 12 blissful days off. She phoned me a few minutes ago to tell me she just drove up to her new man's golf villa and was about to go in. I told her about Distaff Day. She said, "Great. Then, as of today, I'm back to my usual 'weekend' stuff. I'll let you know how it goes."

I gulped and responded with a comment hoping she has a great time. She said I was speaking too low for her to hear my message but said, "Gotta go though. He's holding the front door open for me." I stroked the bulge in my cargo shorts and breathed, "Oh my god," but she didn't hear that either. I'm wondering how long it will be before all their clothes are off. Will they be fucking in bed, or a couch, or what? Will she really be able to be home today by two p.m.? Either way is okay with me. I have a good imagination to carry me through until I see her again.

[Tracey52]

Don’t keep us waiting too long either Des.

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

Please don't take my previous comments as criticism, they were just notes of concern.

Regarding the new golf clubs, she should certainly play a few holes with him to see if they fit her well. Just to make sure they were not modified in any way as far as lie or the flex of the shaft. Then she should go outside and play some actual golf with them and him!!!

Will she be back by 1400 hrs??? OF COURSE NOT!!!! Silly man!!! Maybe by 1800!!! "Will they be fucking in bed, or a couch, or what?" I think the answer is YES!!! All of the above!!

Have fun jerking today!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Des,

Please don't take my previous comments as criticism, they were just notes of concern.

Regarding the new golf clubs, she should certainly play a few holes with him to see if they fit her well. Just to make sure they were not modified in any way as far as lie or the flex of the shaft. Then she should go outside and play some actual golf with them and him!!!

Will she be back by 1400 hrs??? OF COURSE NOT!!!! Silly man!!! Maybe by 1800!!! "Will they be fucking in bed, or a couch, or what?" I think the answer is YES!!! All of the above!!

Have fun jerking today!!!

Rascal

It takes all the discipline I have to avoid jerking right now. But I got a better estimate about her likely arrival time.

My wife phoned me at home from his place. She said they going to have a late lunch and she will be home at three p.m. When she’s that specific, it probably means she expects to be here earlier than stated - but I have learned from experience that’s no guarantee.

I inquired as to whether she told him she has my enthusiastic approval. She chuckled and said, “I did. He likes that. He remembers you from seeing you at the club and thinks you and he have talked briefly before.” Actually, I recall that; those were just casual remarks. The last time was in the summer at the club’s pool when he was sitting near us in a lounge. I doubt either of us spoke more than five or ten words in passing, but we have seen each other at the club. I’m sure he and I will be talking a lot more rather soon.

It isn’t snowing, but the outside temperature is running between 20-40 degrees Fahrenheit today. So when she left this morning, she wore her black parka over her gray cotton running suit and black leather ankle boots with belt and buckle at the tops. I didn't mention it to her but realized the running suit's zippers make it easy to take off quickly. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. The boot’s heavy rubber heels make her about an inch and a half taller than her 5’10”, but the guy is over six feet tall - so that shouldn’t bother him. That height would have gone down quickly anyway when he got her naked. Even better, when she and anyone else are prone or supine, any height difference is never a problem.

She said they were about to get showered and dressed. That message - and her earlier message she anticipated being home at three this afternoon - implied two things: they definitely fucked earlier; and, because lunch doesn’t take that long, they have agreed to go back to his place and fuck after lunch. Our talk brought about a desire to jerk off, but I’ll hold off for her after-sex narrative whenever she gets home. She accepted the golf clubs and bag he had offered and said they’re as high a quality as anyone can buy. The enthusiasm in her voice caused me to think she must have been highly excited soon before - and not just about the golf clubs. I hope it was all good.

~ Des

[Tracey52]

Our anticipation is nearly as high as yours. Can’t wait to hear details.

[rascalnvixen]

Likewise, I can't wait to hear who made the clubs, what model and who made the bag!!!! Oh, and yes, the details about their fun would be a wonderful thing!!! I hope her retelling was as exciting as you were hoping for!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Likewise, I can't wait to hear who made the clubs, what model and who made the bag!!!! Oh, and yes, the details about their fun would be a wonderful thing!!! I hope her retelling was as exciting as you were hoping for!!!!

Rascal

The gift was a bag of Callaway Strata 14-piece clubs with head covers. The blue and black bag’ and head covers and look great. She said the brand is considered among the best by golfers she knows. But Gigi has a thing about her old Top Flite five iron and her weird-looking gamer putter, so she cleaned those and added them to the mix. She’s thrilled and says she is looking forward to playing at the club with Parker when the weather improves.

He is best known by his surname of Parker rather than his longer and ancient-sounding first name of British origin. He is a member of the golf and tennis club to which my wife belongs. Her membership is a perk from the bank which pays her annual dues.

Parker had purchased them for his ex-wife as one of his attempts to keep the marriage together, but she didn’t care to learn golf or participate in most of his other interests and endeavors. Parker said she and the lawyer she’s marrying are better suited for each other. While sitting atop him in bed, Gigi chuckled and said, “The thrill for those two is the sex for now. But marital sex eventually becomes stale and routine. That’s your revenge.”

He chuckled at that and said, “That’s occurred to me too. I would never again marry just for the sex.” Gigi reached for his dick, stroked it a few times in preparation to take it into her mouth, and said, “Nobody needs to be married to have good sex.” Her head dipped, mouth opened, and she sucked in his cock to its base.

I was half-right in my assumption they would return to his place to again fuck before she was to leave for home. They intended to do that, but their luncheon took longer than anticipated. She had told him while they were fucking earlier that I had encouraged her to date other men. He said he could understand that and that he would like to get to know me better. Gigi invited him to our home last night, and the three of us could sit in our hot tub and talk about whatever Parker wanted to know.

They departed the restaurant separately and Gigi arrived home earlier than anticipated, around 2:40 yesterday afternoon. I took her straight to bed where she told me about her morning with Parker as I fucked her. Her narrative didn’t last long, but I could easily imagine their heat of passion and was cumming within three minutes.

Her libido was in high gear when she arrived at his golf villa, and when he presented her the clubs, her pussy was pulsing in anticipation of what was next to come. He showed around his relatively small second home. He offered her wine at his kitchen bar. When handing her the filled glass, his hand touched hers. She ran a finger across his palm, thanked him, and said she really felt she needed to pay him for the clubs. He wouldn’t hear of it and said, “I like you a lot and want it to be my gift.”

She looked up at him and said, “I like you too. You’re interesting in every way.” Parker stared momentarily at my wife. Her lips opened invitingly. He leaned in to kiss her fully on the lips. My wife responded eagerly, her arms encircling his neck. He led her to the couch where she plopped alongside him. Her lips trembled amid his urgent kisses,

Gigi rotated her hips beneath me as I thrust into her. I whined, “I can envision what you and he were feeling.” She smiled and said, “Good, because it was hot.” He unzipped the running suit’s jacket and pulled it away. She placed her hand onto the bulge that seemed bursting at the seams to be freed. Unzipping his fly, she reached inside and withdrew his stiff cock. In response to my immediate question, she said, “Big… maybe seven inches. Very warm and heavy in my grasp.”

Oddly, since this was only that morning, she couldn’t recall how their clothing fell away. But soon the two were naked. He knelt onto the couch, spread my wife’s long legs, and went down on her. She grasped each side of his head as hit tongue lashed her clitoris. Moaning, she told him, “I like it like that.” Minutes passed; her body shuddered in response to his tongue’s manipulations and she announced she was about to climax. When it hit her, she wailed as the orgasm rushed through her body.

As she was coming down from the high, she whispered to him, “Fuck me.” He mounted her and guided his cock to her opening. She gasped the moment his dickhead parted the lips of her vagina. And as it slid deeper into her, she cried out, “Oh god! Oh god!”

The moment she told me his plunging dick felt like hot wood in her cunt, I groaned and was cumming with at least as much passion as the two surely felt as he fucked my wife. I withdrew, and she said, “That was fast. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She didn’t go into more detail about their time together but got around to telling me he was coming to our home that night at six. Gigi said he wanted to meet me and may have some questions. She didn’t add they also would be fucking that night, but I suppose that’s to be taken as obvious.

That early afternoon, my wife ran an online background check on Parker. It was mostly clean; the only outlier found was that a lawsuits had once been filed against him and his company, but the motion was dismissed. Apparently two former partners were unhappy with him selling their former company to an outside buyer rather than them. That fit with something he had earlier told her, that he owned the majority of shares and his former partners were outvoted.

* * * * *

In preparation for his visit, Gigi stacked soft drinks and wine in the fridge and fixed snacks of cheese slices, dip, and thin cracker wafers.

He arrived on time beneath a dark and cloudy sky and, as she had instructed him, turned a sharp right past the steel gate and parked alongside the wall. She prefers guys park in that out-of-the-way spot so neighbors won’t see anyone is visiting us. He wore a green polo shirt, khakis, and an all-season, waist jacket. Gigi had turned on the central heat and was wearing a white tank-top pullover, orange short-shorts with a small, embroidered, upside-down pineapple on the front fly, and white running shoes. I was similarly casual with a black tee-shirt and tan, knee-length cargo shorts.

Gigi greeted him at the door with a deep kiss and her arms about his neck. His hands slid to her butt and pulled her closely. She twirled about, took his hand, and introduced me. We each somewhat knew the other from a couple of brief encounters at the club, but neither of us had ever had reason to get into a conversation. Until now.

My wife took his jacket and hung it on the coat rack in front of the living room closet. Parker said, “With all those clouds, I probably should have worn a rain coat.” Gigi grinned and said, “Yeah, looks like heavy rain with a chance for sex.” He laughed and said, “I like the way you give a weather report.”

I didn’t realize her remark was intended to eliminate the typical small talk for a first visit. My wife plopped down alongside him on the couch and I sat in the lounge chair from across the coffee table. His first remark was a question, asking how we first decided to open up our marriage. I gave a brief description of my wife’s first affair with a coworker and her realization that the experience was so intense she and I each knew returning to our monogamous existence wasn’t a likely option. He said that’s pretty much what Gigi had told him that morning, but he was more curious about my motivation. I think my response was no more than a couple of sentences. He nodded with understanding and said, “Yeah, I get it,” and turning to my wife, said, “That works for me.” She smiled and said, “I told you I have a very understanding husband.”

With the exception of our underground bomb shelter, she showed him around our place and finally to the patio. She held his hand as I followed them. She asked if he and I cared to sit in the hot tub for a while.

After the water had warmed, they sat together across from me as I assumed they would. The casual conversation lasted no more than a minute or two. She turned to him, kissing him fully on the lips. He dipped his head to kiss a breast and my wife cupped the breast to allow more in his mouth. Her eyes closed and head bent back as he nursed a nipple. She moaned as his tongue traced a circular pattern across her globular breast.

Urging him to stand before her, she reached for his now-stiff cock, stroked it a few times then took it fully into her mouth. His fingers combed through her hair as she sucked. Her head bobbing softly against his groin. Because her back was to me, I couldn’t see his stick sliding through her lips; but my own dick swelled in response to their sighs and groans. Gigi withdrew, looked up at his face and suggested we go back to the living room. She was first out of the tub, handed each of us a white beach towel, and told me to dry her off.

I knelt to dry her legs. She placed a foot on my shoulder and told me to take extra care drying the soles of her feet. She doesn’t like to walk on damp, bare feet. I was the last to towel off and followed them to the living room where I sat on my towel on the lounge chair. The two of them were engaged in a standing embrace, their lips pressed together. My wife’s back was to the couch.

He urged her to sit on the arm-cover of couch’s upholstered arm. She looked down to his swollen penis with what seemed to me admiration; that may have been my interpretation of the moment for I too, with a mixture of respect and envy, was staring as his cock. Neither my wife nor I have yet asked, but I’m estimating his impressive pecker is around seven inches, an inch longer than mine and slightly fatter. Parker is older than either of us, but he looks good, and his broad, purplish cockhead atop his tanned shaft is impressive.

My wife’s body shuddered and her lower lip trembled. She whined, “You look even better naked.” He returned a similar complement, spread her thighs apart, and guided his tool to her cuntal opening. As his dickhead parted her pussy’s lips, my wife moaned with ooo‘s and ahhh’s. And as his member slid slowly in, she wailed, “Oh my goddd!” and uttered his name repeatedly as his torpedo sank fully into her. She gazed at his face with a sense of wonderment, and Parker seemed as totally unconcerned about my near presence as did my wife. She muttered in a tone that sounded as if she had been deprived of a cock for years, “You’re so good!”

His lazy thrusts increased in tempo and my wife screamed in long howls. The two were now united as one, and I realized something was different from most of the few times I get to watch her get fucked. The difference was the subtle hot-blooded reactions by each of them.

And then it hit me. I was watching a rare event, the birth of their emotional bonding, something she has told me about when it has happened with others; but I had never before seen it develop between her and another. They were becoming as one. That usually doesn’t happen the first day another guy fucks her; it usually takes a while. They were falling in love, or at least as much as one can expect in an extramarital relationship. Some researchers claim findings that a man’s sperm has ingredients that make their way through a woman’s bloodstream, ultimately to the brain, and the male-female bonding is as much a physical reaction as an emotional response. But to me, it seemed to be something else - more like personal compatibility, physical desire, and sheer lust. Whatever the reasons, they were fucking good together and both were fully into it. And maybe it wasn't really all that new to her; my wife had been imagining being with him for days, once when jerking me off as she eagerly told me how hot it would be when they were ultimately to be fucking. She expressed no doubt that was to come about one way or another. When my jizz exploded into the air, she grinned and said, "When that happens, you're going to love it." I felt my body had just melted into a molten puddle.

I reached for my stiff rod and squeezed with a warm hand. I didn’t immediately realize my mouth was open in awe. Her legs wrapped around his. Her breasts bounced as his cock drove madly into her cunt like an electric hammer. I breathed, “You’re so good together,” but in such a weak tone that neither heard my utterance. My hand pumped furiously and my cock felt as it were about to burst amid the torrents of blood rushing through my groin.

She shut her eyes tightly and reared back her head. She cried out, “Parker! Parker! Oh my god!” He muttered, “I love fucking you.” She bawled, “Oh yes! Oh god yes!” and then cried out The Words - “I love you.”

He withdrew his dick, turned her about so she braced her hands onto the couch arm, and entered her pussy from behind. The rapidity of his rear thrusts sent my wife’s lust into hyper-drive. She screamed, “Fuck me, fuck me. OH YEAH, Fuck me forever.” She cried out with a shuddering climax. Parker gave her a few more pushes but hadn’t ejaculated.

She stood, telling him, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” As she led him down the hallway, she held up a hand in a wave of acknowledgement to me and said to him, “My husband will sleep in our guest room.” Although she had told me she had invited him to visit this evening, she hadn’t mentioned having told him he could stay the night. So her remark was my way of learning that. Having just witnessed the thrills each gives the other, I felt a sense of gratitude it was working out that way.

Before going to the guest room, I stopped just outside our bedroom door to watch. He was then laying atop her, both in a deep kiss and their arms around the other. Her legs were splayed across the white sheets. His lips moved down her body until he lay between her thighs. His tongue lapped her pussy and she sobbed responsively to the electrical sensations upon her clitoris. A minute or so passed before he crawled on his knees atop her and again inserted his dick into her honey pot. She must have been well lubricated. He dick slid in effortlessly, like bare hands sliding down a greased pole. “I love you, I love you,” she sighed. I watched for another five minutes before turning to the guest bedroom and jerking off with every step.

I think I masturbated three times during the night. They fucked more times than that. Judging from all I witnessed and observing his lengthy stamina, I had no doubt this relationship would be frequent and long-lasting. I was only half-right about that. My wife would tell me when he left around ten the following morning they had decided to get together to fuck about once a month. When negotiating the frequency, she asked how long he could comfortably go without sex; he guessed about three or four weeks. “That works for me,” she said, explaining how her work and other activities didn’t leave her a lot of free time. She didn’t mention that much of those “other activities” were fucking other guys, but she thinks he understands he’s not the only man she will be seeing.

Since then, it seems they will be getting together before the month is up. I will be out of town four days next week, and she mentioned to him when he phoned yesterday that perhaps she could stay a night at his home during my absence. Because this is a new and developing sexual relationship, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised she shortened up their fucking schedule. Once the newness begins to decline, it will eventually settle down for both. But I’m sure that what has now happened is that he is becoming the essential replacement for her former boss. When I pointed that out to her, she said, “Yeah, I think you’re right,” and asked if I’m okay with that.

“I love it,” I told her. When she is happy, I’m happy. That’s what I like about our way of life. My wife says marriage doesn’t get any better than this. I am in full agreement with that. My excitation when we’re fucking and she is telling me about her experiences and feeling with other guys, I’m fucking her harder than any time since our first few months of marriage.

She said to me, “I wish all married couples could live the way we do.” But we each know that won’t happen. The qualities that hold a marriage together have little to do with sex; marriages require a different sort of glue. And most married people don’t have our communication between them - and just don’t see things we way we do.

~ Des

[Tracey52]

Great recap Des. You were very fortunate to witness the formation of their bond. I don’t know how Gigi picks them, but she has an amazing success rate with picking the right guys for her needs.

[Des 31]

Parker phoned my wife last night before I arrived home from work and invited her to his place tonight if I had no objections. She said she will stop by villa after work and should be home around nine-thirty or ten.

She had intended to invite him to our home one or two nights next week while I'm out of town on a four-day trip, but he has conflicts on all but one of those evenings. I asked if she had other plans for when I'm away. She may stay over a night with another boyfriend Mel but hasn't yet set anything up.

[Tracey52]

Parker can’t get enough. I’m sure like anyone who’s been fortunate enough to be with Gigi.

[Des 31]

UPDATE: Thanks to all who have sent personal messages about my absence here. For reasons of work responsibilities and overtime, I haven't even been keeping up my journal about my wife's activities.

I’m away for a few days. I flew out Wednesday morning for meetings with clients and will return Sunday afternoon. My partner Samantha was with me Thursday with the first of those but flew back late yesterday afternoon (no sex between us; she was with me only with clientele on that day).

Gigi and I have kept in contact by phone and texts. She and Rob, the professor and former Marine, talked by phone before I left. He plans to drive down to our city on the 27th and will stay overnight at our place. Unless my wife changes her mind, I'll be included that night while they're having sex. I don't often join her and others when they're fucking, so I'm looking forward to that. As common for me, I asked if she misses Rob's big dick. She laughed at that and admitted, "Yeah. He's the closest to my former boss with that attribute." The difference between him and her former boss is that she doesn't feel fearful before having sex with Rob. Whenever she looked at her boss’ massive cock before having sex, she felt dread as if it would tear her apart. Once they began fucking, that odd fear went away. I never understood why she never got over that, and she cannot explain it either.

She told me the night before I was to leave she planned to stop by Mel's place after work that night. She stayed from around five that afternoon to nine before going home.

I didn't get the full story about her night with Mel but assume he fucked her at least twice those hours. My wife enjoys sucking dicks, and I'm told she entertained him a while doing just that while visiting with him.

She and her newest guy Parker haven't been able to connect this week because of conflicts in his schedule, but he called her Thursday night and said he was free tonight if that worked for her. She invited him to our home where he plans to stay overnight. Gigi says they may go to dinner before sex. She has three local restaurants in which she is confident she won't be recognized, but she has cover stories in the event anyone who knows her should see her out with another man.

Her three guys she is now seeing at different times have learned they're not the only men she dates, and my wife tells me they're fine with that. All had assumed she was sexually active with others, but she isn't comfortable telling any the full story of her extramarital activity. She recently said to me, "Am I a whore?" I told her I don't think of her like that and opined that any woman who might be considered a whore would never admit they were. I was the one who encouraged her to have sex with others as she wishes. In my view, she is a sexually liberated married woman.

I told her I envied Mel's time with her tonight and hoped they have a rewarding romp. She chuckled at that and said, "I'm sure we will." To avoid phoning at an inconvenient time, I told her I wouldn't interrupt while they're together, so she said she would call me tonight when convenient. She said Mel would probably enjoy talking with me when he's here, so she may ask him to pick up another landline phone and we can conference as we wish.

I'll let you know how all that goes.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Interesting comments from you today. The primary thought after reading this is the comment about her claiming to be a whore. I fully understand your response to her assertation but it also made me wonder if she is instead a "promiscuous wife". There are a number of adjectives that could be utilized to describe her, whore, slut, nympho, tart, tramp, but I like to think of her as a very promiscuous hotwife who is quite active. I know she is active as a hotwife, but can you give us an idea of how many days of the week she is not fucked by someone, you included?? I'm thinking it is three or less. I'm sure there are weeks when she has sex every day of the week and some that are not very active at all. Of course this is very personal information and no one will condemn you if you choose to not respond. If you don't, just know that she isn't a whore or a slut or any of those other adjectives, its all about the circumstances that eliminates them, having your permission and loving approval.

Rascal

[Tracey52]

She’s a hot , sexy, liberated woman that takes advantage of her gifts and situation. Why not? Those terms she mentioned are societies misogynistic way of controlling promiscuous women. Probably from fear or jealousy.

[Des 31]

Interesting comments from you today. The primary thought after reading this is the comment about her claiming to be a whore. I fully understand your response to her assertation but it also made me wonder if she is instead a "promiscuous wife". There are a number of adjectives that could be utilized to describe her, whore, slut, nympho, tart, tramp, but I like to think of her as a very promiscuous hotwife who is quite active. I know she is active as a hotwife, but can you give us an idea of how many days of the week she is not fucked by someone, you included?? I'm thinking it is three or less. I'm sure there are weeks when she has sex every day of the week and some that are not very active at all. Of course this is very personal information and no one will condemn you if you choose to not respond. If you don't, just know that she isn't a whore or a slut or any of those other adjectives, its all about the circumstances that eliminates them, having your permission and loving approval.

Rascal

Thanks to you and Tracey for your remarks - At least now I know somebody is still reading our stuff here.

Oftentimes, I think you're right about it being three or so. That's about to change though. She is again joining a local gym. Beginning Monday, she plans to go there after work for an hour or so each night she isn't required at after-hour meetings or other reasons. I didn't think that was necessary in that we have a treadmill, stationary bicycle, and light weights at our home. We still exercise for a short time upon awakening, but she likes the company of others when exercising. She thinks she will probably cut back on fucking others to every couple of weeks. I told her I wouldn't mind if she's fucking daily, but that was a joke.

I was told her other boyfriend Mel has begun dating another woman who recently separated from her husband. For that reason, Gigi assumes she won't be seeing him as often, so that lightens up her schedule. I didn't get a phone call from her last night. Parker and she were fucking at our home, but she phoned early this morning just after he left our place. I'll be told the details when I get home tomorrow afternoon.

I don't have a problem with her plans at the fitness center. Her being an hour later coming home doesn't take away time from me. She most often leaves the bank at 4:00 p.m. and I'm typically later getting off work, so that works for the two of us. I think she's as fit as any woman I know now; but if she will be at the gym that frequently, she ought to be super-fit for sex. And the way I see it, that's a good thing - for me and anyone else.

(About that earlier post in which my wife said she and Mel might phone me while he was at our home --- That didn't come about. She says it wasn't convenient, so I didn't get to talk with him or her while they were together.)

~ Des

[Asterix42]

Hi Des. Seem to recalled there used to be a lot of talk about Gigi taking over her old bosses role when he left. Whatever happened to that?

[brudan13]

I do not always comment but I do read all your posts, I am always amazed by the openness you and Gigi share with us

[brudan13]

I do not always comment but I do read all your posts, I am always amazed by the openness you and Gigi share with us