My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[Tracey52]

Lucky Mel to have Gigi as a back up. What the hell?

[Des 31]

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

Hi Asterix. She recommended the board not place her in that position at this time, and her reasons are mentioned here in our thread not long back. The man who temporarily fills that position works four days a week, sometimes fewer, but coordinates all facets of the responsibilities with my wife.

Also, I haven't mentioned she has recently been offered two other positions with separate entities, one of which is not a bank. At this time, she has no interest in making any change that extreme. I haven't gone into more detail about that or her job situation for the reason it's all a bit complicated and I doubt many would be interested. Some facets of our lives just don't fit with the purposes of this website.

[rascalnvixen]

Hahaha, I had a response all written out to his question, knowing you might be a few days before you were able to respond. But when I posted it, I saw that you, Des, had written a response and posted just one minute before me!!!! So, I just deleted it. The timing was funny!!!

Rascal

[harmankard]

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.
~ Des

I think Vegas has the over under of her finding a stud at the gym at 2.5 weeks. I’ll take the under….

[Des 31]

I’m a day late getting around to this but was up late last night as my wife alternated between jerking me off and sucking my dick in a variety of ways. She said that was her night’s gratitude for encouraging her to be the free married woman she wants to be. That’s one of the many benefits in our way of life. I didn’t have to do a thing other than enjoy her ways of thankfulness. But now, I have about an hour and fifteen minutes at home before we go out to dinner; so I have a couple of events from the two previous days to pass along.

Sunday morning, I managed to swap for an earlier flight back home, at 9:15 a.m. rather than at mid-afternoon as scheduled. Gigi had intended to pick me up at the airport that afternoon, but I knew she and Mel had been fucking at our home on Friday. Assuming she might still be hung over from their time together, I thought that might be inconvenient for her. It made more sense to me to take a cab home from the airport.

I didn’t then know that her newest guy Parker had phoned her on Saturday to ask if she was free that night.

When the driver dropped me off and I walked past our front gate, I spotted his sedan parked alongside our inside front wall. At that moment, I regretted taking the earlier flight. My wife had no idea I would return that early. I quietly entered the front door and immediately heard the sounds of sex from our bedroom. I removed my shoes, padded down the hall, and peered around the door frame. Gigi’s knees rested on a pillow on the floor at the foot of the bed, her body braced on an elbow upon the mattress. Parker was fucking her from behind. As he zealously thrust into her cunt, she sobbed, “Oh Yes! Don’t stop! I’m almost there.’ She had a hand at her groin, presumably fingering her clitoris as he pummeled her pussy.

Parker groaned, “This is better than marital sex was ever.” She cried, “Oh fuck, yes! Even my husband knows this is better for me. You make me so happy!” Her response is perfectly true. Almost any guy is better than almost any husband his wife lives with day to day. For most, marital fucking ultimately becomes routine. His hands gripped her hips like a vice as he slammed into her at what seemed three thrusts per second. My cock rapidly swelled. My breath huffed as I watched my wife’s responsive lust. My trembling hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it reached to stroke the growing bulge in my slacks. In response to her previous comment, he uttered, “You make me very, very happy.”

Her undulating utterances of “Oh-uh, Oh-uh,” rippled through her throat like an ocean’s waves in a storm. He didn’t let up as he eagerly plowed his tool into her furrow. Within a fleeting moment, her body quivered, and her convulsive climax came about with a scream, “Fuck me! Cum with meee!” He plainly hadn’t ejaculated at that moment. Parker instead soldiered on. His belly slapped against her buttocks a minute more. And then - oh my god - his body quaked amid a clarion of groans as his load of sperm spiraled into her cunt. I winced in a momentary feeling like that of inferiority. Their moans, sighs, and the way in which they attained orgasms were oh-so-perfect.

Shuddering, I ducked aside, leaned my back against the wall, removed my clothes, and dropped them all onto the floor. When I leaned a hand against the door frame and resumed watching, he was slowly withdrawing his cock from her tunnel. He rolled aside to lay alongside her, his back to me. Gigi turned to look at him, saying, “That was wonderful,” and then spotted me standing naked at the door.

“We have company,” she said to Parker, and nodded toward the door behind him. He said, “I know. I saw him looking at us at the moment of your orgasm.” He twisted about and said, “Hi.” My wife said, “How long have you been home? I could have picked you up at the airport.” I told her the circumstances that allowed me to arrive earlier and added, that had I known she “had company,” I wouldn’t have interfered by phoning her anyway.

She invited me to join them in bed. I crawled over the two of them to lay on her opposite side. Parker said my wife had told him all about our marital arrangement and said, “I love that. I wish I had thought of it when I was married. I think it would have encouraged my ex to have stayed married to me.” I looked down to Parker’s manhood, still in its erect state, and realized Gigi was right when she estimated his dick at about an inch longer than my six. I like that as much as I assume she does. It’s slightly darker in tone than his body’s whiteness, and slightly thicker than my slimmer prick. I learned long ago that my wife relishes a variety of erect penile sizes.

Because I hadn’t ejaculated, my dick had remained stone hard. I confessed my excitation when watching the two of them. Gigi suggested letting Parker watch her and me. I parted her legs and knelt between her warm thighs. Her eyes wide, she gasped as I guided my cock to her opening. Her tunnel was slippery from Parker’s semen and its heat warmed the flesh of my cock now sliding through her.

Parker watched no more than a minute, then leaned above her breasts to nurse a tit as I fucked her. She cried out passionately, laying a hand at the back of his head and the other at the back of my neck. I would later be told he loves sucking her breasts and has done that for perhaps as much as a half hour at a time. Her friend Beau enjoyed that as well, and I’m aware she liked it. Made me think I should often be doing the same.

My electrifying build-up to our intimacy had begun when watching the two of them from the hallway. Pumping furiously into her tunnel, I said, “Is it good for you?” She laughed and said, “I’m learning that two cocks are better than one.” She wasn’t “learning” that at all; she has had two at once many times before, but I suppose she wasn’t ready to confess that to Parker. I was cumming within four minutes and collapsed alongside her.

Parker knelt to position himself between her legs and brought her to yet another shrieking climax with his tongue.

My wife let out a deep breath and said, “You guys are good. I loved all of that.”

We showered, then sat in our hot tub for a while before Parker offered to take us out to a late breakfast. At the restaurant, he and she planned a golf date at their country club when they are to get together again around the first of February. The two have agreed to get together about once a month.

The other surprise during his visit was near the end of the meal when Gigi asked him if he was seeing any other women. He confessed the only reason he can wait a month between the times he will have sex with my wife is that his ex visits him one to two times a month. His ex-wife has been living at their home while he resided in his golf villa on the club’s grounds. She had moved out on a day this past week and moved in with the attorney she will be marrying next month. Her husband-to-be told her that because she had lived with Parker for years past, he had no problem if she wished to have sex at times with her former husband. That sort of made sense in that Parker had told us their sex life had been good, but their personalities made it near impossible to live together any longer. In his way of thinking now, the lawyer has done him a favor by taking his wife with who he and his ex had only been having sex about the same as now. And he’s a lot happier living alone but also free to fuck my wife. I guess Gigi really is making him a lot happier.

Gigi grinned at his admission and said, “I think that’s a very good arrangement for the three of you. That makes your situation almost like mine and my husband’s.” It’s really quite different, but Parker understood her meaning. I said nothing but privately preferred his arrangement to that of my wife having an intense affair with this man who she likes so much. It isn’t that I’m insecure in our marital relationship, but his circumstance makes it less likely he’s about to seriously fall in love with my wife. I’m aware she feels more deeply about him than with most men who have fucked her, so I was pleased to know that. I felt reasonably sure the thought had also occurred to her.

When the three of us returned to our home, Parker didn’t come inside. He gave his farewell for the day, headed for his car, and drove away. During a light dinner at home that night, I asked her feelings about Parker and his ex-wife having sex in the interim days he and Gigi weren’t having sex. She affirmed my assumption; she said, “I like it. I don’t have to worry about keeping an emotional arm’s distance between him and me.” I grinned and said, “That’s good for me too.”

* * * * *

And then there’s this. I previously mentioned here that Gigi was to begin attending a downtown fitness center on Monday. So yesterday, she began her first night with an hour on a cardio stair-climber and ellipticals before going to a treadmill and setting it to running speed. She had changed her pantsuit in the locker room to shorts, an orange sleeveless tee, and running shoes.

While jogging on the treadmill, a local university student stepped onto the treadmill alongside her and started it up at power-walking speed. He wore what appeared to be a gym suit in his school colors. She paid little attention to him until looking aside and noticing he seemed to be suffering a level of stress. She couldn’t figure out what his problem seemed to be. After fifteen or so minutes, he turned off the machine and went to sit on a nearby bench.

She was soon perspiring, turned off the treadmill, and walked over to where he sat. Wiping sweat from her brow with the towel around her neck, she sat alongside him and mentioned having noticed he seemed to be having a problem. He nodded and said he had fallen while shooting baskets with a couple of other students at his school’s gym. He suffered shoulder and hip pain. The school’s physician-assistant wrote a scrip for rehab at the gym for which the local university’s insurance would pay. An attendant had him doing stretch exercises and suggested he use the treadmill for a few minutes. He has been at this gym for the past week and maybe here three nights a week through the end of next month.

She reached to shake his hand and introduced herself by her first name. Taking her hand, he responded, “I’m Glen.” She told me she thinks he held her hand a bit longer than most when shaking hands but added she may be wrong about that.

He went on, “I’d probably feel better with massages, but the insurance doesn’t pay for that.” They talked for a few minutes about his school. She learned he’s in his third year with his major in elementary education. She said, “So you’re planning on being a teacher.” He affirmed that and asked about my wife’s work. He learned she is married and we have no children. I didn’t ask Gigi about all their initial conversation but was told she found him engaging and friendly.

Gigi inquired if he thought sitting a while in a hot tub might help him. “That would be great if I had one,” he said.

And, of course, with my way of thinking about her sex with other guys, I asked if she was attracted to him. She giggled at that and said, “Nice young guy,” and added with a grin, “And very good looking.” He’s rather slender with an athletic appearance, about her height of 5’11” - could be a tad shorter or taller - and has dark hair, slender and long-limbs.

She looked at her Mickey Mouse watch and told him that before heading for home she was going to the coffee shop next door to the fitness center for decaf-cappuccino. She said, “Care to join me? I’m paying.” He enthusiastically accepted her offer. She grabbed her gym bag stuffed with her office clothing, and he followed her out the door.

Most of the shop’s customers were buying coffee and/or treats for takeout, and no more than a half dozen sat at tables. She and he sat across from the other in the most distant booth. Gigi pulled her iPhone from her bag, punched in my number, and asked what time I planned on being home. I expected to be at the office until around six. She told me she was having coffee next door to the fitness center and should be home about the same time as me.

She turned to Glen and said, “I have a hot tub at our home if you think that might help your pains.” She suggested he consider it and went on to say she would be at the gym up to four nights each week and perhaps some Saturday mornings for some indefinite time, “or maybe permanently.”

Glen seemed surprised at her offer but said, “I would like that.” They talked a bit more as he walked her to her car, and Gigi told him, “As for those expensive massages you mentioned, I could rub your shoulder and hip for free whenever you come over.” She wasn’t sure what he was then thinking, but he responded, “You’re very kind.” She wrote her name and phone number on a tear-off sheet from her purse’s notepad and said, “Give me a call whenever you have the time. I’ll tell my husband so he will know why you phoned. In the event I don’t happen to be home at the time, you could make arrangements with him when and how often you wish to visit us.”

She gave him a wave of a hand, got into her car, and drove away. When telling me all this, I asked if she was planning a sexual relationship with him. She said, “I wouldn’t mind, but that wasn’t my intention. I couldn’t determine what he was thinking. I offered because I think both of us would like to get to know him as a friend.”

This may come to nothing more than that, but this encounter isn’t much different from the ways she has met other men who eventually began fucking her. Most men she has dated have been about her age or older. But although I haven’t since mentioned it, I know she has a thing for certain younger guys who have a more mature attitude than most. The only men she has carried on affairs with men several years younger than her were Beau and the second guy she met through our personals ad when we first started down the path of sharing her body.

We will need to wait as time passes to know where all this is going, and I leave her intimate encounters up to her. I won’t be encouraging her to fuck him. Should that come about, it would be better for her that way. She doesn’t like me setting up men for her, so I don’t do that. I suppose those who have followed our thread here have mostly recognized that my wife does what she wants. And each of us like it that way.

~ Des

[Tracey52]

Well that didn’t take long . Off course she’ll be fucking him within the week. She is unreal.

[Des 31]

Well that didn’t take long . Of course she’ll be fucking him within the week. She is unreal.

Could be. I think she would probably want to first know more about him for that to come about, but I didn't sense any genuine enthusiasm for a sexual relationship when she told me about him. Aside from that, she jokes so much it's difficult for me to determine whether much of her off-hand remarks are serious or not. I can almost guarantee that if that's what she decides she wants, she will first be checking out his background online.

At dinner last night, a woman she knows -- but I don't -- came over to our table for a couple of minutes to talk with Gigi. She is about our ages and works for a real estate firm in town. I was introduced and she and I my wife conversed a couple of minutes before she returned to join a man and woman at a distant table.

She asked my wife if she would care to go out with her to another restaurant she frequents the following afternoon after both get off work. Then, perhaps realizing she hadn't invited me; She looked over at me and added, "If it's okay with your husband." I laughed and said my wife often goes out without me, so that's a common happening for us. I assured her I didn't mind and said something like, "I'm not good at girl-talk anyway, so I'm always glad to not be around when just she and other women get together."

So I'll be home alone for a while tonight. Because that's an ordinary social happening, this will be one of those occasions not fitting to add to this particular webpage. I'm sure you know what I mean -- no sex. Some have PM'ed me say they get bored whenever I write about non-sexual events.)

Thanks for writing, Tracey.

(I'm on a break at the moment but now leaving to get back to the office. Because most of the above isn't about hotwifing, I'm sure some who have PM'ed to me their complaints about past similar remarks don't care to read most of it. So I herein apologize to any who may think I'm typing more here than they want to know.)

~ Des

[Long Lurker 34]

Well that didn’t take long . Of course she’ll be fucking him within the week. She is unreal.

Could be. I think she would probably want to first know more about him for that to come about, but I didn't sense any genuine enthusiasm for a sexual relationship when she told me about him. Aside from that, she jokes so much it's difficult for me to determine whether much of her off-hand remarks are serious or not. I can almost guarantee that if that's what she decides she wants, she will first be checking out his background online.

At dinner last night, a woman she knows -- but I don't -- came over to our table for a couple of minutes to talk with Gigi. She is about our ages and works for a real estate firm in town. I was introduced and she and I my wife conversed a couple of minutes before she returned to join a man and woman at a distant table.

She asked my wife if she would care to go out with her to another restaurant she frequents the following afternoon after both get off work. Then, perhaps realizing she hadn't invited me; She looked over at me and added, "If it's okay with your husband." I laughed and said my wife often goes out without me, so that's a common happening for us. I assured her I didn't mind and said something like, "I'm not good at girl-talk anyway, so I'm always glad to not be around when just she and other women get together."

So I'll be home alone for a while tonight. Because that's an ordinary social happening, this will be one of those occasions not fitting to add to this particular webpage. I'm sure you know what I mean -- no sex. Some have PM'ed me say they get bored whenever I write about non-sexual events.)

Thanks for writing, Tracey.

(I'm on a break at the moment but now leaving to get back to the office. Because most of the above isn't about hotwifing, I'm sure some who have PM'ed to me their complaints about past similar remarks don't care to read most of it. So I herein apologize to any who may think I'm typing more here than they want to know.)

~ Des

D - Re the non-HWing parts of your posts. Actually I DO find it interesting as it gives me a more full idea as to your lifestyle in general and other minor things that can lead up to other encounters entering the main stage from the wings. And then don't require you explaining how they came to be.

[rascalnvixen]

Hey, Des!!!! Thanks for the updates!!! I always enjoy your comments about you and Gigi's sex lives, but I also enjoy your writing about the non-sex events as well!!!!! My comment to you is to WRITE WHAT YOU DAMNED WELL PLEASE AND LET THE READERS DECIDE WHAT THEY LIKE!! You shouldn't apologize for anything YOU wish to write on YOUR thread!!! After all, you two are a liberated couple and I'm happy to read all about it!!!!

As far as Glen is concerned, I'm like Tracey, if Gigi finds him comfortable to talk with and to invite him home to the hot tub, I think she will eventually give him thoughts of fucking her. Which brings another question to mind (shocking, I know!!) Does she have any good male friends that she hasn't fucked??? I would think she is pretty popular and has many friends, male and female, but close friends are special.

So, a lady friend she knows asked her to dinner tonight. Do you think there is any chance of them coming down with the condition known as Beaver Fever??? Sounds like there is more than just the chit chat here.

I'm done for now. Enjoy the time you have with Gigi and I wonder if you will be invited to join with her and Parker again. Which brings me to ask if you and Gigi had any discussion about Parker eating your cream pie?? I would have thought that would have made the comments about the events. Was anything said at the time he did that??? Was he in the LS in the past with the ex-wife and had experienced that previously???

Ok, really done now!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Hey, Des!!!! Thanks for the updates!!! I always enjoy your comments about you and Gigi's sex lives, but I also enjoy your writing about the non-sex events as well!!!!! My comment to you is to WRITE WHAT YOU DAMNED WELL PLEASE AND LET THE READERS DECIDE WHAT THEY LIKE!! You shouldn't apologize for anything YOU wish to write on YOUR thread!!! After all, you two are a liberated couple and I'm happy to read all about it!!!!

As far as Glen is concerned, I'm like Tracey, if Gigi finds him comfortable to talk with and to invite him home to the hot tub, I think she will eventually give him thoughts of fucking her. Which brings another question to mind (shocking, I know!!) Does she have any good male friends that she hasn't fucked??? I would think she is pretty popular and has many friends, male and female, but close friends are special.

So, a lady friend she knows asked her to dinner tonight. Do you think there is any chance of them coming down with the condition known as Beaver Fever??? Sounds like there is more than just the chit chat here.

I'm done for now. Enjoy the time you have with Gigi and I wonder if you will be invited to join with her and Parker again. Which brings me to ask if you and Gigi had any discussion about Parker eating your cream pie?? I would have thought that would have made the comments about the events. Was anything said at the time he did that??? Was he in the LS in the past with the ex-wife and had experienced that previously???

Ok, really done now!!!!

Rascal

Thanks a bunch, Rascal. I'll keep doin' what I do.

About Glen - well, I just got off the phone with him about ten minutes ago. He called in response to Gigi's hot tub offer. I told him my wife is out to dinner with a woman friend. She had phoned before home and to tell me she should be home about ten, which means she will probably be sleeping in a half-hour later than usual. She and I have no plans for tomorrow night, so he's welcome to come over. He says he will be here around seven. Should be an interesting get-together.

And yeah, she has a rather wide assortment of male friends and acquaintances - including most at her workplace and banking customers. She wouldn't want any to know about her favorite "hobby," so she isn't fucking all of them.

When Gigi called me to tell me she would be home later, her friend had just walked away a minute or so to talk to the head waiter. She mentioned I would find a comment by the woman to be "interesting," but the woman returned to their table before she could tell me what had been said. Maybe your supposition could be right, but I have no idea at the moment what's going on in their conversations.

She didn't say anything about Parker's follow-up. But she did have a bit of fun with me by mentioning she thinks I'm jerking off more than fucking her. I grinned and said she's so busy with other guys, that's all I have to do (but actually I'm about 50% of her sexual activities.) She came back by saying she tells everybody I'm the master of our home. I said,"Really?" She said, "Yeah, you're my favorite Master ... Bater." I can't get a break.

Glad you liked that last update, and some PM'ers seconded your opinion.

~ Des

[Tracey52]

I agree with all of the above. It’s kind of reassuring but surprising that a Gigi hasn’t fucked every male she finds interesting. I’m also sure she could if she wanted. That power is amazing.. luckily she uses it for good and not evil.

[Des 31]

interrupted by work-related phone call ... will continue later.

[Des 31]

Saturday morning notes: Most of the following is to update my wife’s activities for this past Thursday and Friday. But first, something seems to be coming about that makes me think I should give a heads-up here. Some things in our way of life can be complicated to explain in a single update. So this brief recap of history as follows, some of which long-term readers may recall, will make more sense if and when it actually happens.

Before her past relationship with her now-coworker Beau, Aiden was the first 19-year-old to fuck my wife. That won't be news for those who have been following our journal from the beginning. He’s four inches shorter than my wife and nine years younger. His unusual name is or ancient Irish legend and is literally translated to English as “Little Fire.” Being that much shortest but hot in the sack, he was occasionally teased by my wife who said, “You really are a little fire.” The joke resulted from his once saying he felt “little” at times around my 5’11” wife, and she had told him he sets her “on fire.” He liked that, and my wife thrilled to his hot fucking with a young man she taught him everything there is to know about sex.

The love between Aiden and my wife was much like that of a mother and son as would also develop in more recent years with another then-19-year old, her young friend Beau. Gigi, Aiden, and I often mentioned that in our conversations. The mommy factor between them seemed vindicated whenever Aiden nursed my wife’s beautiful breasts.

He and she socialized and fucked for almost three years, during which time he attended college. After his third year at the local university, he moved to Seattle, where his new employer paid for his last year of school and has now promoted him twice. He is now 27 and married but as of yet he and his wife are childless. In the years since his and my wife’s torrid time, he and she have communicated by emailed messages, exchanging pics of whatever each may be up to, and two or three phone calls that lasted an hour or more each.

My reason for mentioning this bit of history, some of which is here in our lengthy narrative, has to do with a developing story. He’s putting his wife through law school. Before marrying his wife, he confessed his relationship with a married woman while he was a younger guy. To this day his wife finds that to be a sexually exciting story. She has since said several times she would like to meet “that woman” that taught him so much.

Upon his last phone call, my wife suggested they visit us sometime soon so she can get to know us. They have an open marriage, which began some months after he began telling her his past stories of what he and my wife when together and how she guided him to be serious about his studies. Aiden said he would ask his wife about how soon they might be able to do that; Aiden says his wife tells him he talks about Gigi as if she some sort of super sex goddess. He plans to phone us again next week.

There’s more to all the above, but I’ll get around to that after Gigi and Aiden talk by phone or their Alexa devices next week.

* * * * *

Glen was at home Thursday evening and stayed overnight here on Friday. Whenever I had time alone those evenings, I wrote notes so I wouldn’t forget a thing. I had anticipated much more Thursday evening but decided it was better the way things worked out. The experience again taught me that my wife, either instinctively or through experiences, knows her men and somehow learns through their behaviors what they’re likely to want. If they aren’t yet ready for sex or just uninterested, she picks up on every clue.

When my wife got home around 10:30 last night from her dinner out with her female real estate friend, I was already asleep at the time but she awoke at our usual time of 5:30 this morning. We’re typically in bed at 9:30 and up at that time, giving us about three hours to make up the bed, straighten up the house when needed, and have a leisurely breakfast. I told her about last night’s phone call from her new friend Glen. I had told him he was welcome to come over to our house this evening for the hot tub session she had offered him. She was fine with that.

Sitting across from her at our breakfast table, I asked what the “interesting comment” by her friend Janine was the previous evening. Halfway through the meal and following a couple of drinks, Janine asked my wife if she gets hit on by men she knows. Gigi laughed and said that happens at times and inquired her reason for asking. The woman said it happens often to her when showing homes to single men or to husbands when their wives aren’t accompanying them. Janine said something like, “And you’re really hot looking, so I assumed men are propositioning you at least as often as me.”

Gigi chuckled and thanked her for the comment. Janine is single, having been married once a few years ago for only six months before filing for a divorce. Having known that, Gigi asked Janine how often she takes them up on their propositions. Janine hesitated a moment before responding, then said, “Sometimes. It depends on the man.” My wife was intrigued by the woman’s admission.

The more Janine talked about her profession, that seemed to make sense. As a particularly successful real estate agent, she would be in contact with a variety of clients almost daily. Images crossed Gigi’s mind of Janine being fucked randomly at various homes, apartments, condos, or other locales where she was alone with a man seeking shelter. She would have loved to hear more, but common sense restricted her from inquiring about the details of whatever hookups she is enjoying.

Contrary to my wife’s assumption I would find that interesting, I actually didn’t. I have little interest in others’ sex lives; but since the subject came up, I asked if she thinks she and Glen may end up fucking during his visit tonight.

She cupped her coffee cup in both hands, smiled, rolled her eyes up to me, and said, “I’m sure you would like that, but I need to know more about his attitude about sex with a married woman - particularly one whose husband approves of sex with other men. But I’m sure I’ll come up with some ideas for the evening.”

I asked what those might be. She didn’t elaborate beyond saying that may depend on how our evening goes and what more she learns about him. Even if he expressed interest in full-blown sex, she thinks sex in the first social event men and women get together, If it comes about at all, most often becomes to be a one-time event. She envisions Glen to be someone she would like to know as an ongoing friend, not a one-night stand.

I will take her word for that. My wife has had a lot of experience in extramarital hookups.

* * * * *
Thursday afternoon, I opened the front gate so Glen wouldn’t need to punch the entry key to get into our driveway. I looked at my watch when he rang the doorbell at 6:55. Gigi had dressed in black leggings, a long-sleeve, black turtleneck, and black sneakers. She greeted him at the door, and I noticed her description of him fit perfectly. He wore a tan, hip-length coat I would call a field jacket, brown jeans, and ankle-length sand boots.

Glen handed me his jacket to hang in the closet. He was wearing a short-sleeve Aloha shirt and tan cargo pants. We chuckled when he grinned and said the hot tub experience seemed tropical, he wanted to dress for the event.

I consider her former boyfriend Beau who is now her co-worker, to be a very good-looking guy, but Glen surpasses even him in appearance. He’s equal to my wife’s 5’11”, with a svelte body, long legs, and arms. His dark brown hair is as thick as mine but he has let it grow to about an inch longer than my closer trimmed haircuts.

When I later mentioned his athletic appearance and asked if he plays sports at the university, he nodded negatively. Aside from occasional basketball games with acquaintances at the school gym, the only team sport in which he ever engaged was during his final two years on his high school’s track team. But he still runs a mile each morning and most evenings. Gigi would get around that night to suggest he might think about running now and then with her when the weather soon warms up. With his distance of a couple of miles a day, I’m sure it will be a struggle to keep up with my wife if they get around to doing that. My wife accepted his jacket and handed it to me to hang in our living room closet.

With the exception of our underground bomb shelter, of which she rarely tells anyone of its existence, she showed him through our home. I didn’t join them and instead laid out snacks and, as Gigi had suggested prior to his arrival, turned on the hot tub’s bubbler. I didn’t then know she had plugged in the red-tinted night light in our bedroom, giving the room a dim, crimson glow. Because she didn’t turn on another light when escorting him through the room, I don’t know what impression that may have made on him.

She was leading him by a hand when they returned to the living room. She asked what he would like as a drink by suggesting a soft drink, beer, or pina colada. Glen said he wasn’t much for alcoholic drinks but the pineapple-coconut drinks with rum sounded interesting. I pulled the pre-mixed bottle from the fridge and poured the pina-colada and a shot of rum into each of three glasses.

We talked, drank and munched on celery sticks with cream cheese until Gigi led him to our patio’s hot tub. Because the tub has interior and rim lights, she didn’t turn on the overhead lights.

Glen looked up to the patio’s framed poster, reading, “No swimsuits allowed in the hot tub after 7 p.m.”
He turned to me, laughed, and said he had worn his swim trunks beneath his jeans and that my wife hadn’t mentioned that part about our hot tub rules.

Gigi grinned and said, “My husband concocted that sign on his desktop computer. We don’t require that of anyone isn’t comfortable with it.” He responded, “I’m always open to new experiences. I’ll follow your rule.” Gigi said, “Me too. I like your attitude. Somehow, I had felt you and I were alike in some ways.”

I was the first to begin removing my clothes, but Glen was first to crawl into the hot tub. As I was about to join Glen and sit across from him, I noticed my wife removing her clothing far more slowly than had Glen or I. Gigi had slowly pulled her top over head, exposing her firm 36C breasts. I soon realized she was intentionally performing a not-so-obvious form of strip-tease. Glen watched her intently, but I’m sure he didn’t realize her purpose in removing her clothing in such a sensual way. She placed her thumbs into the waist of her leggings and slowly pulled them down. She wore no panties. Glen seemed mesmerized by her sensuous performance.

She got into the waters and sat next to him, across from me. Gigi has a way to encourage others to talk about themselves, so we learned more about him that night. He’s now 21, fifteen years younger than my wife. She has been with three younger guys; the first was back when she began dating other guys, and later with Beau and Jack who once were roommates while attending the same university as Glen. But she has never been with a young guy that great a difference in years from hers.

His parents divorced soon after he was born and he thereafter lived with his dad who owns an appliance repair business two hours northeast of our town. His dad is decidedly a middle class guy; but now that his ex-wife has remarried and he no longer is required to pay alimony, he can afford to support his son Glen through his college years.

He lives in a dormitory with a roommate he describes as a ladies' man. The guy is said to be six feet in height, heavy-set, with blond hair - and a guy who attracts women like bees to flower petals. Glen has rarely dated, but his roommate Todd is fucking a student a year younger in their dorm every Friday night. Neither of them is bothered that Glen is laying in the other single bed across the room, but their noisy coupling are bothersome to him as he tries to sleep those nights.

Gigi turned aside to him and remind him of her promise to give him a massage. “I can rub your shoulder and hip but can give you a full-body massage later to help with those pains.” My wife’s knowledge of massage certainly is not as advanced as that of a licensed masseuse, who would have learned every bone and major part of the human body. But she has had enough massages throughout our marriage that she knows the basics for a great rub-down. Two of those masseurs ended up fucking her during the time she was then seeing them; and those events are written up somewhere here in our marital history.

She reached around the back of his neck to massage his shoulder. When she got around to rubbing his hip, she reached her hand across his chest and belly. His hand laid on a bare leg of my wife as she performed her sensuous routine. My dick was growing stiffer from the moment she began rubbing him down.

For safety reasons, neither of us stays in the hot tub for more than about forty minutes. So after a half-hour of getting to know each other better, Gigi was the first to get out of the tub. She dried off as we watched, then dried Glen’s back when he got out. I glanced at Glen as he finished drying off with the towel my wife handed to him. I tried not to stare so much it would have been obvious, but his cock was fully erect from my wife’s naked body having sat against to his - and probably enhanced by the touch of her flesh as she rubbed his hip and shoulder.

She asked if he was ready for the full body-rub. He enthusiastically accepted the offer. She was about to suggest he lay on our couch but changed her mind and said it would be easier on our guest room’s bed. As I wrapped my towel around my waist, she turned to me and said she would be tied up for a while giving him a massage. She led him by a hand down the hallway to our guest room. Knowing I would later hear whatever was to come about, I didn’t follow or look in on them. And I knew she didn’t want me there anyway. This was to be their night for whatever she planned.

At her urging, Glen laid face-down on the bed. She began by massaging his neck and back, working her way down to his legs and feet. When she asked him to turn over to lay on his back, her eyesight moved down to his groin, where his dick stood tall like a flag pole. She worked her way up his legs to his hips. She had to reach across his body to rub his sore, right hip. As her fingers dug into the flesh of his hip, her bare arm occasionally brushed against his stiff cock.

Glen’s hips moved slightly about, evidently to allow his stalk to touch my wife’s forearm as much as possible. Neither talked, but he and my wife were each breathing harder. Gigi later confessed to me she was then so aroused that she wanted to suck his dick. Had his apparent excitation caused him to take her hand and put it on his cock, she would have given him a happy ending. But neither of those circumstances came about.

She had rubbed him down a half hour before the two returned to the living room.

“That felt great,” Glen said to me, and I agreed she’s good at that. Each of us dressed, and Gigi walked him to the door. She suggested he could phone any night he wished to visit from then on. She looked over at me and said, “Do you have any plans for tomorrow evening?” I didn’t and she said to Glen, “If your roommate has his girlfriend over to your dorm Friday night, you’re welcome to come over then.”

He liked her suggestion. The two agreed he should arrive around six that afternoon. It’s completely dark here at this time of year, and Gigi told him by arriving an hour earlier than he had Thursday would give us more time to enjoy conversation “or whatever else we may wish to do.” I think he may have correctly understood that to mean a longer massage and perhaps more, but nothing was said about that.

She hugged him as he stood at the door to leave, pecked him on the lips, and said, “I can’t tell you how much we enjoyed your visit this evening.” He said, “Me too. I haven’t met anyone like you two. I would like to get to know you better.”

When we went to bed, she told me all that happened between them. I inquired if she believed they would be fucking tomorrow. She grinned, “Maybe. I’m sure he understands I’m up for that, but we said nothing that would be obvious.” The way she sees it is that, if he showed up the following night as she offered, he was likely to find some way to proposition her. And for that reason, she said to me, “I would like you to leave the house for an hour sometime tomorrow night. I’ll think of some logical reason for you to do that and leave the two of us alone.” I shrugged my okay and said, “Just tell me what you want me to do.”

She sat up and leaned over to take my tool into her mouth. She sucked slowly at first, then bobbed her head at an ever-increasing tempo until my jizz erupted n her tonsils. I was asleep within a minute.

* * * * *

Interruption: I had intended to include in this update the events of Friday night, but I’m out of time. My wife wants to go out this afternoon to the downtown annual craft fair our City holds on this weekend every year. I’ll be back this evening or tomorrow about Friday’s consummation of their developing friendship.

~ Des

[Tracey52]

Can’t wait. I knew this was going to happen.

[Des 31]

I had intended to write this up Saturday night but, with my lengthy notes, it turned out to be longer than I thought. Friday night turned out to be even better than I could have imagined.

Before Glen had arrived at our home late that dark afternoon, I worked on exciting my wife with remarks about my impression Thursday night about his tight body, his eagerly swollen dick, and other sexy comments that came to mind. I don’t know what Glen was thinking about his visit the previous day, but my comments clearly had her in a high state of excitation. She wasn’t very good at hiding her arousal, but it was obvious in her minor behaviors and gulps in her throat when she was about to say almost anything to me.

She didn’t realize I was watching her from the shower when she stood naked at the bath mirror to apply makeup. Her hand made its way from a breast down to her crotch. I suspected she tickled her clitoris when doing that but didn’t clearly see it. I didn’t then remark about it to her, but I knew she was imagining Glen’s stiff dick. That, and having recalled their interactions the previous night, was sufficient evidence to me they would finally consummate their friendship in the most friendly of ways.

Those observances excited me perhaps as much as she.

My wife anxiously watched the clock while in anticipation of his arrival at our home. Her hard-to-hide enthusiasm thrilled me as well. My dick swelled and bulged at the fly in my khakis. I love it when she is nervously awaiting to be with a man who will soon be hotly fucking her. She wouldn’t admit it would necessarily happen that night, but I knew she wanted it to come about. Only her new young friend Glen could stop it, and I was certain by then he must be as aroused as my wife about what might happen when they were again together.

I had opened the front gate and was at our front bay window when his six-year-old, white Hyundai turned from the street and parked alongside our front stone wall. Gigi greeted him at the door, gave him a hug, and said, “I’m thrilled to see you again. We enjoyed your visit last night.” Glen said he may never forget that night and added, “You couldn’t have enjoyed it more than I did.” My wife’s eyes seemed to brighten, and her smile reflected the pleasure she felt in hearing that.

Glen accepted Gigi’s offer for another round of pina coladas as we had shared the previous evening. When she were about to get into the hot tub, each of us understood there was no need to suggest we would again be nude. He and I were already sitting in the hot tub, but Gigi wasn’t. She again removed her clothing more slowly than he or I. He may not have noticed the previous evening that her intent was a subtle strip-tease, but I suspect at this time he recognized the reason for her performance.

He smiled as he watched and said, “You have an amazing body.” I said I’m glad other guys recognize that. I felt my warm dick begin to swell and suspected Glen was experiencing the same effect as Gigi crawled across tub’s rim to sit closely alongside him. The night before she had sat on his opposite side but now sat on the side of his aching hip. I assumed that was intentional to allow her to rub his hip while the three of us would be in conversations.

I’m sure neither noticed my interest in watching the reaction of one to the other. Sitting across from them, I enjoyed the evident chemistry between the two. My wife’s fascination was even more obvious. Her voice, hand gestures, and laughter in response to many of his remarks were bringing them emotionally closer. I have experienced few friendships that was forming so quickly as I noticed here between them.

I couldn’t actually see his hand on her leg beneath the water’s foam, but the position of his arm told me his hand sure laid on the flesh of her thigh. When I asked about what most captures his interests, my wife’s arm moved toward him. I at first thought she may be rubbing the soreness of his hip but then realized her arm’s direction was more likely that of placing a hand on his thigh or another nearby body part. Whatever she was doing, I liked what I could see.

Turning her gaze to me, she told me to fix two more rum drinks for them. And no more than five minutes later, she asked me to make them two more.

Soon, our conversation fell away. He and she relaxed, closed their eyes and laid their backs against the wall of the tub. I got out of the tub and had dried off before they followed my lead. Like me, Glen’s prominent and erect dick was stiff as a board.

Gigi whispered something to him. He nodded in apparent agreement, and she turned to say to me, “Glen and I are going to the guest room so I can give him a body rub.”

I grinned and said, “I hope he gets your best,” and then said to Glen, “Maybe you should give her a full body rub. It’s been a while since she has been to a massage studio.” She laughed and led him by a hand to the living room and on down the hallway. She closed the door behind them as I retrieved their drinking glasses, set them in the kitchen’s dishwasher, and wiped down the counter. In all that time, my boner never deflated.

There’s no way to be sure, but I possibly could have been even more aroused than either of them. I laid on the couch on my back and casually stroked my cock. Other than a couple of my wife’s laughs from down the hall over the first few minutes, I heard nothing between them at that time.

As my wife has frequently commented, I stroke my pole a lot and sometimes wonder if I masturbate much more than the average guy. I looked down to my warm hand then curled around my cock and thrilled to the feelings as I pumped it up and down. My thoughts were on them. I assumed I was probably imagining more than was likely to be going on in our guest room’s bed. I would find out later my imagination was closer to the reality than I assumed.

As Gigi stood alongside the bed and massaged his bare legs, she asked if he liked her full-body rub-down the previous night as much as he had claimed. He grinned and said, “I liked everything you did,” hesitated, then added, “but it wasn’t really all my body.” Gigi understood his meaning, but didn’t indicate that to him. She chuckled and responded, “I thought I had covered every inch of you.” Glen said, “Well, you missed several inches I was hoping for. I couldn’t bring myself then to ask for that.”

She pursed her lips, blew him a kiss, and said, “I’ll be more thorough in the future.” And some minutes later, she did. As she worked her way up his legs, her eyes staring at his erection, her hand brushed against his tool. Watching his aroused reaction, she slid the palm of her hand against it, then closed her hand around his cock’s fat flesh. He moaned and reached to stroke a bare breast as her fist pumped casually up and down on his manhood.

“Feel good?” she asked. He mumbled, “Uh huhhh! Oh yeah.” She bent to kiss him fully on the lips, and his arms encircled her neck. As she withdrew from the deep kiss, he said, “Meeting you has been the most wonderful thing to have happened in my life.”

Gigi had intended the three mixed drinks as a tool to loosen Glen up but slowly realized he was buzzed from the alcohol. “About half-drunk,” she later estimated to me, but he had his wits about him.

They carried on a casual conversation as she slowly jerked his boner. He confided he had only had sex with two girls, each around his own age, twice in his life. My wife had already determined his sexual experience was limited, and she was then thinking she could teach him a lot about sex and women.

Moving her fingers down to grasp the base of his member, she leaned to take it into her mouth. He groaned and raised his hips, pushing it deeper into her oral cavity. Her eyes rolled up to watch his reaction as she sucked. Soon her head bobbed rapidly for perhaps no more than then seconds before she removed her lips from his stalk.

Any pretense that neither had sexual desire for the other was now gone. She said, “I suppose I’ve pretty much made myself obvious. Do you want to fuck me?” His response carried the tone of an urgent plea, saying, “Please. Yes,” and added he could think of nothing he wanted more. Gigi straddled his hips and, grasping his erection, guided it into her opening as her body lowered to his groin. He groaned, “Oh god. You feel so hot.” She sighed, “I wanted this as much as you.”

Her hips rocked as she fucked him. He thrust upward to jibe with each of her pussy-strokes. She withdrew, laid alongside him on her back and urged him atop her. He parted her legs and knelt between her thighs. My wife’s body shuddered amid her anticipation of Glen taking control. She looked down to watch as his cock slowly made its way into the deep tunnel of her steaming cunt. Unable to then speak clearly, she blubbered, “Oh f-f-f-fuck. It’s … it’s so good, honey. Oh god!” Each stared intently at the other’s face. Glen’s eyes were wide and wild.

His cock moved in and out slowly, she later told me, like a boat puttering away from a dock. But soon, his hip thrust with increasing rapidity. My wife’s utterances of “Oh - Oh - Ohhh!” were now so loud I could hear her In the living room. Knowing they were now hotly fucking, I jerked on my cock like a wild man and thinking, “Oh yeah, fuck my wife. Fuck her good.” My wife would later tell me, “It wasn’t just ‘good.’ It was Very Good.” He plowed her furrow with a fury and my wife was loving every moment.

She wrapped her long legs around his waist and locked her heels together. The feel of his youthful, tight body is different for her than those of us older men. Not necessarily better, she says, just “different.”

Most men she has known ejaculate in about fifteen minutes, and she assumed that because she was new to him, he would be cumming even sooner. She was wrong. She told me he was fucking madly for at least thirty minutes. The palm of her hand flattened on her mons as she fingered her clitoris. With a groan, his body stiffened, his eyes closed, and he was cumming for what seemed a long time she was unable to estimate. During the time they had fucked, she climaxed twice. He lowered her body to rest atop her. Her breasts pressed against the firmness of his chest. His lips pressed tightly against hers.

When they separated and each sat up with their backs to the headboard, Glen looked aside at her and said, “Your husband knows, doesn’t he?” She recognized the seriousness in the tone of his inquiry and said plainly, “Yes.” She went on to explain how this came about and why I wanted it so badly for her. Gigi said she didn’t admit to him how many men have since fucked her - and actually, she couldn’t have remembered the number anyway. But she admitted having had sex with other men in the time we have been married.

She added, “I really like you as a friend and now as something even more. I’m hoping you feel the same. I wasn’t trying for a one-night stand.” He said emphatically, “If at all possible, I want you as a friend for life.” Neither he nor she needs to say he would never be a threat to our marriage; their age difference instinctively determines that's isn't a concern. Their first night on which they had fully consummated their friendship - and more - had gone as smoothly as my wife could have hoped.

She threw her arms around his neck and whispered, “I love you,” then planted her lips to his for a passionate half-minute. He said, “I love you too.”

Glen had apparently come off his high from the liquor with which she had plied him. She asked if she could invite her husband to join them. He said, “Sure,” and she punched the intercom to tell me to make two more pina coladas for them and come into their room.

I didn’t bring a glass for myself but sat on the bed where they then lay. Gigi said she explained our marital concord about sex and turned to Greg to ask if that made sense to him. She wasn’t sure it would for the reason few who haven’t been married could understand that marital sex can become stale and routine. But he nodded and said,”I do. I had suspected something like that before coming over tonight and can understand why this can be as exciting for you as it has been for me.”

My wife said to me, “I want him as a permanent friend.” I grinned and said, “I would very much like that for the two of you.” Glen said in an eager tone, “Yeah. Me too. For real. I wish I could have met the two of you during my first year at school.” I looked down a moment at my wife’s magnificently naked body; I said nothing in response but was thinking with certainty he is sincere. He had just discovered a treasure by finally fucking my wife.

Glen inquired if he should go, that he didn’t want to “wear out his welcome” by staying too late. Gigi looked at him, pressed her tongue to her inner cheek as if in thought, then said, “I don’t think you should be driving anywhere after all that alcohol.” He had mentioned before he has never consumed alcohol, and most of what little experience he has had been just an occasional beer. She went on, “Stay with us tonight. Your roommate and his girlfriend may be having sex all night anyway.”

He agreed but said he should call his roomie to tell him not to expect him back until sometime Saturday. Gigi handed him the phone from our side table, and he punched in his dorm’s number. There was no answer, so he left his message on the recorder.

I surmised that perhaps his roommate and girlfriend had gone out. Glen chuckled and said, “He doesn’t take her out. Jennifer and my roommate Mac get together just for sex. She has a regular boyfriend, a 30-year-old married guy she dates regularly, and she goes out only with him. I think Jennifer is mostly taken with his sports car. The man’s wife is the manager of the largest downtown department store, and she puts in long hours and occasionally travels. I don’t know what he does for a living, but whatever it is allows him a lot of free time.”

Gigi glanced at me and said, “Maybe he and his wife are like us.” I doubt that. My unstated opinion is that it’s more likely the guy is cheating, and his busier wife is clueless. His 20-year-old student girlfriend probably gives little thought to the fact he’s married. Girls that young just like to fuck almost any guy that appeals to them, and that sort of relationship typically comes with no strings attached.

Contrary to my wife’s usual suggestion that I sleep in the guest room, she suggested we all go our marital bed for the night.

Glen lay on the far side of our larger bed and Gigi slept between us. I didn’t pay attention to the time, but I awoke sometime during the night to my wife’s whimpers of “Mmmnn! Mmmn!” She was on her side, facing me, and Glen laid on his side fucking her from behind. Her body rocked upon each of his thrusts.

She looked over at me. She looked dazed as if nothing existed except his hard cock in her pussy. Her mouth was open and eyes half-closed, but she said nothing to me as his torpedo slammed into her at her back.

Pleased, I smiled and ultimately went back to sleep while he was still fucking her. I awoke at our usual early hour and Glen was sucking a tit as she ran her fingers through his thick hair. I rolled out of bed and offer to fix breakfast. My wife said, “Good idea. Let us know when it’s ready.” I didn’t bother to put on a robe.

They walked into the kitchen as I was setting out plates and flatware. The three of us were naked as we ate. He and my wife sat together across from me, and their hands frequently stroked the other. New relationships are especially exciting, and I enjoyed watching them enjoy their newfound kinship to the fullest.

The three of us showered together in the bath off our bedroom. Gigi spent a long time soaping and rinsing his seven-incher, and I couldn’t resist stroking as I watched. Glen grinned as he stared at me masturbating in response to their cuddling beneath the shower’s spray.

We again sat in our hot tub for a while. Gigi massaged his shoulder as we talked. Glen said he was then feeling no pain in his shoulder, although he experienced uncomfortable twinges in his hip. When we were out and towel-dried, Gigi laid a sheet onto the couch for her and him. I sat across our coffee table from them in the lounge chair and turned on its vibrator. It wasn’t long until my wife on her back and he was inserting his cock into her opening.

“Oh god,Glen!” she cried out as he thrust mightily into her. She whined, “This is all so good.” I reached for a tissue from the coffee table and jerked off as he fucked her. I know his capacity for ongoing sex has much to do with his youth, but I don’t think I could have fucked that frequently at any age. I think my wife is very lucky to have met this guy. But then, I like the accentuated level of their relationship too.

At my wife’s urging, Glen stayed on with us past noon. Neither cared to have lunch, so most of the remaining time he was with us was taken up with conversations about our varied pasts. When he finally departed for his dorm, each of us had learned more about the other than most new friends do over a month.

I punched the wall digital pad to close the front gate as he drove away. Turning to Gigi, I said, “I like him.” She said, “Me too. I hope you and he get along for a long time.”

At mid-afternoon, our landline phone rang. Her regular guy Parker and my wife talked for several minutes. She didn’t turn on the speaker, so the nature of the conversation was unknown to me. When hanging up, she told me Parker is giving her a key to his golf villa on the country club’s grounds. For the reason he asked at the time they last fucked, she had confessed to him that she sometimes has sex with “another guy” but didn’t tell him more than that.

His wife has moved out of their larger home to move in with the lawyer she will marry in February. Now that she has gone, Parker has returned to the primary residence. He told Gigi he wanted her to give her a key to the golf villa as needed for having sex with “whoever the other guy is.” He offered to bring the extra key to our home that afternoon, but she said she could pick it up at his place after work on Monday. She hasn’t yet been his main home but wants to see it. He has told her the property has a guest house, pool, exercise room, a hot tub similar to ours, and a sauna.

When Gigi then told me that, I said his place seems more like a hotel resort. She grinned and said, “I’ll let you know when I get home Monday afternoon.” She hesitated in a moment’s thought, then grinned broadly, and added, “Or maybe late Monday night if he wants to have sex before I leave. Either way, I’ll phone to let you know.”

I shook my head side-to-side in a momentary state of wonderment and said, “That’s a lot of fucking.” She said, “I knowww. Am I a bad girl?”

I told her, “You’re the best of girls. And I my comment wasn't intended as any sort of complaint.” She said, “Good. I want you to be happy,” but followed up with her old joke, "but it's mainly for me."

HAPPY, I am. I’m never disappointed with whatever my wife chooses to do. And she knows I like it all.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

WoW!!! I go away for just a couple of days and WHAM, you post updates like these!!!! Very erotic writing Des! Of course Gigi is erotic anyway so it makes it easy for you to write erotic themes. So, she's found a new young guy to really give her a very hard fucking, which we all know she loves!!! I hope he stays close with you two and that he is a frequent lover for her. I think it is good for a woman to have a diversity of lovers in ages and styles. Looking forward to hearing how their next adventure goes!!!!!

Rascal

[Nfhw]

Amazing beautiful update. What an exceptional illustration of hotwifing done superbly!

[Des 31]

WoW!!! I go away for just a couple of days and WHAM, you post updates like these!!!! Very erotic writing Des! Of course Gigi is erotic anyway so it makes it easy for you to write erotic themes. So, she's found a new young guy to really give her a very hard fucking, which we all know she loves!!! I hope he stays close with you two and that he is a frequent lover for her. I think it is good for a woman to have a diversity of lovers in ages and styles. Looking forward to hearing how their next adventure goes!!!!!

Rascal

Hi Rascal. Yeah, she has chosen guys up to age 60 or possibly a little older. But on the other hand, no guys in their 70s or 80s ever propositioned her. She used to regularly play golf with three older retired men. Although she and each of them often traded sex jokes, none of the three ever made a move on her. I assume most older guys are wiser and they didn't want to take a chance on messing up by embarrassing her and causing her to drop out of the group.

And yeah, I hope Glen sticks around too. Often, when she has just met and had sex with a new guy, I'll think for a while that event is her best ever. As time goes on, my ratings among her former guys rearrange to a more reasonable level. But actually, there's something about Glen and his new experiences with my wife that cause me to think he really is one of her best ever. It isn't his age but instead some things I can't yet identify. I can see this lasting for a long time unless he moves away after graduation next year.

My wife would agree with you that she enjoys a diversity of ages, styles, and bodies. She has never sought out anyone based on any of those qualities.

And thanks for your words. If that was erotic, I suppose the following I'm about to pass on is also. But it's actually intended only to graphically narrate it here.

I almost always am awake and up to our morning exercises at 5:30 each morning. But today, I stayed in bed after she was on the treadmill and bicycle. I wasn't sleeping but instead laying there and recalling instances from Glen's Friday night stay-over with us. I was stroking my erection when my wife returned to do a few chin-ups on the bar at the top of our bedroom door frame. I didn't see her return until turning at the moment she smiled and said, "I can do that for you."

It's ridiculous to be embarrassed over being caught, but I felt my face flush red. She walked over and sat alongside me in bed. She reached to curl her fist around my woody and began slow, sensuous strokes. The warm flesh of her hand was electrifying to me. She inquired if I had been imagining Glen and her together on Thursday and Friday nights. I confessed I had. She began a two-minute narrative by first recalling certain events from their night together. "I was so excited," she began. "When I was massaging him, I was so nervous looking down at his strong cock. It stood straight up, pointing to the ceiling. I wanted him so baddd."

As she went on with her story, my lower lip quivered and I felt like my mind was being reduced to putty. And then a comment put me over the edge. She felt overwhelmed with lust at the moment his dick was fully implanted in her cunt, I moaned, "Oh yes - I can imagine your excitement and his. I knew you wanted him badly even before you admitted it." She said, "Yeah, I knew it would be good with him fucking your wife's brains out." What seemed a surge of blood was rushing to my dick and I couldn't have been harder at that moment. Overwhelmed with emotion, I groaned weakly, "Oh god. Yes!" and stuttered when saying, "I-I-I'm going to cum." Her hand was flying fast and my semen spurted into the air.

I had to throw my pj's and the sheets into the wash. I'd messed those up pretty bad.

Always good to hear from you.

~ Des

[Des 31]

Amazing beautiful update. What an exceptional illustration of hotwifing done superbly!

Greatly appreciated your words, Nthw. I don't recall your posting here before but if you're new to our thread, I extend my warmest welcome. Check in here again with us when you have the time.

~ Des

[Des 31]

Can’t wait. I knew this was going to happen.

Hi Tracey. How's the weather in your home country? I talked by phone with my mother there this afternoon, and she said it's the mid-80s F. in her town. I don't know how far away that is from you. But I'll look up the distance from the town where I think you are when I leave this website.

But your message above about what you anticipated was dead-on right. You nailed it before he nailed my wife. When she first told me about him, I also suspected it might come about but assumed it would take longer.

ADD-ON FOR ALL READERS HERE: I received a message recently from a member whose neighbor was talking about our thread here. His neighbor said (QUOTE) "he thinks you are an employee of OurHotwives and probably writes all that the way he does for the company." I am NOT. My only connection with this site's home office has been as a member who contributes our activities for others to read. And I once had a few past personal messages swapped with one of its moderators who wrote me a few times to tell me he was cleaning up a mess made by another member who left some not-so-nice messages about me in our thread. (That member was thereafter banned.)

I'm a regularly contributing reader here but am not and have never been any sort of employee, nor am I paid for anything I write here. I'm just a member who enjoys reading the experiences of others and writing about our ways of life. My wife and I think things we have learned over the past few years might be helpful to others having difficulty in this way of life - or helpful to those who identify as hotwife wannabes. And I'm a writer anyway, so my contributions, as lengthy as many are, don't take much time to fire off when I have something to say.

~ Des

[afagehi7]

Can’t wait. I knew this was going to happen.

Hi Tracey. How's the weather in your home country? I talked by phone with my mother there this afternoon, and she said it's the mid-80s F. in her town. I don't know how far away that is from you. But I'll look up the distance from the town where I think you are when I leave this website.

But your message above about what you anticipated was dead-on right. You nailed it before he nailed my wife. When she first told me about him, I also suspected it might come about but assumed it would take longer.

ADD-ON FOR ALL READERS HERE: I received a message recently from a member whose neighbor was talking about our thread here. His neighbor said (QUOTE) "he thinks you are an employee of OurHotwives and probably writes all that the way he does for the company." I am NOT. My only connection with this site's home office has been as a member who contributes our activities for others to read. And I once had a few past personal messages swapped with one of its moderators who wrote me a few times to tell me he was cleaning up a mess made by another member who left some not-so-nice messages about me in our thread. (That member was thereafter banned.)

I'm a regularly contributing reader here but am not and have never been any sort of employee, nor am I paid for anything I write here. I'm just a member who enjoys reading the experiences of others and writing about our ways of life. My wife and I think things we have learned over the past few years might be helpful to others having difficulty in this way of life - or helpful to those who identify as hotwife wannabes. And I'm a writer anyway, so my contributions, as lengthy as many are, don't take much time to fire off when I have something to say.

~ Des

Hahahahaha, there are no employees!

I do compliment you on your writing. I'd love to read something professional (I do a lot of reading and writing). I know that's not feasible so I wasn't asking you to share anything that could be used to identify, just saying that I can appreciate the writing talents and efforts

[Tracey52]

Hi Tracey. How's the weather in your home country? I talked by phone with my mother there this afternoon, and she said it's the mid-80s F. in her town. I don't know how far away that is from you. But I'll look up the distance from the town where I think you are when I leave this website.

I’m about 2000 miles south of your mother’s home I believe. It’s a big country. However, it’s been warm here too, but no floods.

Love your recent posts, but feel you are a bit sensitive to the thoughts and messages from others sometimes. Don’t let the thoughts of the ill-informed worry you Des. I think I also posted early on that I didn’t think your posts were reality but have become confident that your incredible life and incredible wife are indeed real as unrealistic as your life may seem at times. I just wish that circumstances could allow me to know more about you if anything.

I’m very glad that your making time for more regular and full posts again.

[Des 31]

. . . . . I think I also posted early on that I didn’t think your posts were reality but have become confident that your incredible life and incredible wife are indeed real as unrealistic as your life may seem at times. I just wish that circumstances could allow me to know more about you if anything. . . . .

Yeah, I can understand why some have doubts. Our life can seem complicated when only small portions are revealed here. Our lives are really rather simple in most ways, even if it doesn't come across that way. We are rather frugal and organized people, and I consider Gigi to be "super-organized." She can take a complex problem and boil it down to its ultimate simplicity. At work and elsewhere, she can get more done in a day than most do in two weeks.

I have been asked many times in the past about what our lives and my wife are like aside from her sexual encounters. I have been tempted to write up just one posting about nothing else but that. The reason I haven't is that the website's purpose doesn't fit for that. I have thrown in remarks with many postings to fill in some of that. Maybe I will someday post a write-up about that anyway - just once - and hope it doesn't conflict with what the owner(s) of this website allow.

~ Des

[johnstevens555]

. . . . . I think I also posted early on that I didn’t think your posts were reality but have become confident that your incredible life and incredible wife are indeed real as unrealistic as your life may seem at times. I just wish that circumstances could allow me to know more about you if anything. . . . .

Yeah, I can understand why some have doubts. Our life can seem complicated when only small portions are revealed here. Our lives are really rather simple in most ways, even if it doesn't come across that way. We are rather frugal and organized people, and I consider Gigi to be "super-organized." She can take a complex problem and boil it down to its ultimate simplicity. At work and elsewhere, she can get more done in a day than most do in two weeks.

I have been asked many times in the past about what our lives and my wife are like aside from her sexual encounters. I have been tempted to write up just one posting about nothing else but that. The reason I haven't is that the website's purpose doesn't fit for that. I have thrown in remarks with many postings to fill in some of that. Maybe I will someday post a write-up about that anyway - just once - and hope it doesn't conflict with what the owner(s) of this website allow.

~ Des

This is just a guess but I would imagine after writing 168 pages of scorching hot fire you can write pretty much whatever you want about your life and the owners of the site are not going say a damn thing to you except “nice job Des, keep it up”

[afagehi7]

. . . . . I think I also posted early on that I didn’t think your posts were reality but have become confident that your incredible life and incredible wife are indeed real as unrealistic as your life may seem at times. I just wish that circumstances could allow me to know more about you if anything. . . . .

Yeah, I can understand why some have doubts. Our life can seem complicated when only small portions are revealed here. Our lives are really rather simple in most ways, even if it doesn't come across that way. We are rather frugal and organized people, and I consider Gigi to be "super-organized." She can take a complex problem and boil it down to its ultimate simplicity. At work and elsewhere, she can get more done in a day than most do in two weeks.

I have been asked many times in the past about what our lives and my wife are like aside from her sexual encounters. I have been tempted to write up just one posting about nothing else but that. The reason I haven't is that the website's purpose doesn't fit for that. I have thrown in remarks with many postings to fill in some of that. Maybe I will someday post a write-up about that anyway - just once - and hope it doesn't conflict with what the owner(s) of this website allow.

~ Des

This is just a guess but I would imagine after writing 168 pages of scorching hot fire you can write pretty much whatever you want about your life and the owners of the site are not going say a damn thing to you except “nice job Des, keep it up”

Correct, you can write what you want. If your audience doesn't like it they'll tell you. I don't think the mods care.