A flood of work has prevented me from updating all that has come about over the past several days, but I have some time to update this past weekend. I’ll get around to what (before) came about sometime later this week. How she and this man, Gael, first met may seem complicated -- but if any care to look it up, I had once written about the occasion in our thread somewhere here in the past.
Last Saturday night at our home, a guy from my wife’s past was fucking her while I slept in the guest room. Gigi had been with him only once in the past. She had originally met him through his former associate when the two were traveling representatives for an automobile company.
She and the other rep had sex just once before. The man phoned her months later when he was again in the area in a more distant town, and his associate rep was accompanying him to meet with area car dealers. She agreed to a threesome with the two at their hotel an hour away where they were then staying. The first man has since left the auto manufacturer for another, and his former associate was in town for last Friday through Sunday morning.
Until Saturday night, I had not before met him. He phoned to ask if she was free to see him again on his last night before he was scheduled to fly back to his home office. She had other plans but canceled that to see him again. He invited her to drive over to his hotel room, but she assured him I wouldn’t mind if he instead stayed overnight at our place.
She put the phone on speaker so I could hear their conversation. She didn’t actually ask me if I would mind but is confident that I really do not. She greeted him at the door when he arrived at about six-thirty that afternoon. I came out of our kitchen to meet him and my wife introduced the two of us. He removed his flannel-lined waist jacket and was dressed in a white polo shirt, black casual slacks, and black running shoes. I took his jacket and hung it in the entryway closet.
I haven’t before met anyone with the same as his first name Gael, he pronounces as "Guy-El," but have seen it somewhere, maybe from something I have read long ago. I guessed his age as about 40 but didn’t ask. He’s about six-one, three inches taller than me. Aside from his rather muscular arms, he has what I would call an average but appealing physique. He’s long-limbed and his light brown hair is closely trimmed.
Gigi and he sat on the couch across from where I sat in the lounge chair as she offered a brief explanation about how we came to our agreement which allows her marital freedom. I remembered the time he and she were together, their second encounter at which time she drove an hour to his and his associate’s hotel in another town. I didn’t know until last night that she hadn’t told him she is a free-range wife whose husband approves of her having sex with others.
The guy is remarkably outgoing with a friendly personality and a sense of humor. I could easily understand my wife’s attraction and fevered desire to see him again. Over the fifteen or so minutes we talked, she laughed at Gael’s every joking comment. Her eyes were on him almost the entire time. I think she glanced at me no more than twice. At that moment, I didn’t realize the sexual fervor that had been rising like flood waters within her. Ultimately, she leaned in to plant her lips against his for a lingering kiss. Her hand touched his face and tremored like a woman begging for sexual relief. She reached to unzip his fly and slid her hand inside to his cock. I rose from my chair and told them I was going to our guest room for the night. Without looking back, I turned for the hallway and left them alone in the living room. I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked to my room and was naked the moment I reached the destination of my bed.
Her ardent demeanor was like ways she acts when about to be fucked by a hot guy their
first time. When she reaches that point, I doubt if she could walk away even if I asked. One study I recently read reported about sixty percent of married women cheat and eight percent more admitted they would if they knew they would never be caught. Apparently, most husbands aren’t like me. I give permission with enthusiasm.
I left my room’s door ajar and the room was lit only by a plug-in nightlight. Just minutes after I was in bed, I spotted the two of them, naked, pass my door. At that moment, neither looked to my door and neither said a word as she led him to our marital bedroom. Gigi didn’t turn on the lights. Silence followed for a while until I heard my wife moaning.
I unplugged the night light, crept to the hallway, and peered through the crack in the partially opened door to their dimly lit room.
Gigi lay on her back, her legs spread-eagled as his mouth covered her pussy. She sighed, “It’s so good to see you again,” then whimpered as his tongue lashed her clitoris. My wife grasped the headboard behind her and moaned her gratitude. Her head thrashed side to side against her pillow. Minutes passed until she whimpered, “Oh god! Let me do you.” Gael crawled atop her, his knees against her armpits. She grasped his stiff cock with both hands, drew his dickhead to her lips, and licked the underside of his tool. His stalk disappeared into the warm confines of her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly as the guy stroked her hair and groaned, “You feel so good.” Saliva dripped down her cheek. Her chin’s wetness glimmered in the dim lighting streaming from our adjoining bathroom.
Soon, she sighed, “I’m so hot.
Please. Fuck me.” He shimmied down between her thighs, grasped his manhood, and aimed for her opening. She cried out like a helpless young girl as his shaft slid fully into her cunt. He didn’t begin slowly but instead thrust into her with a fury. Gigi wailed in a sky-high tone of excitation as he fucked her in a lustful frenzy. She raised her legs and kicked his buttocks like a carpenter slamming his hammer on a slab of lumber. In the dimness, I couldn’t see his cock sliding in and out, but my wife’s gleeful profile displayed the zeal of a woman in fervent heat. Her eyes bulged as she stared at his face, and her hips rotated beneath his bare, thrusting hips.
Neither had noticed me watching, and I doubt they could have spotted me anyway in the hallway’s darkness. I don’t know the moment my shaft had become totally rock hard, but I curled my fist around its hot length and leaned a shoulder against the door frame. I pumped slowly for a moment, then my hand seemed to have a mind of its own as my stroking increased to the rhythm of their fucking. My wife’s repetitive cries of “Oh! Oh! Oh” could likely have been heard throughout our home, no matter where I might have been. Her excitation was at its peak and her fists pummeled the mattress at each side. She wailed, “Oh my god. You’re a fucking stud.” I wondered if she was imagining a horse cock. It was clearly that good for her.
I’m fully aware all men don’t experience my feelings when their wives are being fucked by another man. It’s enormously exciting to me and gives me an overwhelming sense of sexual security. I don’t often feel the insecurity, angst, and jealousy that others claim. This has brought us closer together, perhaps even more dependent upon each other. She and I feel a need for this, and I’m grateful for those men who satisfy her desires. Clearly, whatever she felt Gael was doing was more than enough. She whined and sobbed like a chastened ten-year-old as his cock pummeled her pussy.
I couldn’t hold off much longer and had no tissue with which to catch my semen that was about to erupt. I scurried to the hall bath but couldn’t make it past the sink before I was cumming in buckets. The moans and sighs from the bedroom told me he was nowhere near ejaculating into my wife’s tunnel. Gigi screamed in her first orgasm. Upon cleaning up and returning to just outside the door to peer into the room, the flesh of his bare hips bumped steadily like a metronome against my wife’s groin. Their eyes were affixed on each other’s like no one else existed in their lustful universe. Another ten minutes would pass before he announced with a groan, “I’m cumming, honey.”
Gigi’s eyes widened and her mouth opened as if in awe. She murmured, “Oh
yeahhh. Cum inside me. I want you in me.”
His head reared back at the instant his birth juice erupted into her love tunnel. She gritted her teeth and muttered, “I love it. I really do…I love it so much!” And she attained orgasm yet again, crying out, “Oh my
godddd!” Gael’s body shuddered for at least fifteen seconds as if he were cumming in buckets. My wife’s hips rocked with unbridled enthusiasm at his finale. She sighed, “You’re so good. I mean
really good.”
He rolled off her body to lie alongside her. I ducked away, padded back to my room, and collapsed on my back onto the bed. I was breathing heavily and assumed each of them was doing the same. Watching them fucking was to me like watching an athletic event. Their sexual union had seemed a marathon of fucking. I think I loved it as much as the two of them as they swapped their DNA.
When they were again silent, I walked naked to their bedroom and offered to order food out if either cared for a late dinner. Gigi said she would prefer something light, like a sandwich, and asked Gael what he preferred. They settled on sliced pineapple, lettuce, and mayo sandwiches, which Gigi said she would serve with soft drinks. I told her not to get out of bed, that I would take care of it, and served both in bed. Gael grinned and said, “You’re a helluva guy. Thanks for everything, including your wife for the night.”
I was about to walk back to my room when he said, “Your wife has a way of saying the right things at the right time when having sex.” She grinned at that and said, “I suppose whatever I said when we were fucking is better than saying, ‘Are you through yet?’” He and I broke out in laughter.
I don’t know how many times they fucked or the number of times she climaxed through the night, but I was awakened at least twice by the sounds of hot sex between the two. I had intended to fix breakfast for them the following morning, but Gigi was up even earlier than usual, and the table was set when I entered the kitchen. Gael had to leave at 11:00 a.m. to check in his rental car and catch his flight back to the home office. They again had sex on our living room couch as I watched from the lounge chair.
We waved him a goodbye at our lawn as he backed out of our driveway. As we walked back to our front door, Gigi said, “Thank you for that. Last night was a good one.” I said, “Yeah, I could hear it all.” She chuckled and said, “Let’s go back to bed and I’ll tell you all I can remember.” We did. I’m most often cumming in two to four minutes when listening to her stories, but this time I went on for twenty or more minutes. In my thoughts, I was in Gael’s brain as I fucked her and she responded to me as she had for him.
When I then sat alongside her with my back to the bed’s headboard, I grinned and asked a rather frequent question, “Was it better with him than with me?” She smiled and said, “I don’t like comparing. But I’m sure you know the answer.” I do but enjoy her truthful response whenever she can admit it. When she has sex with another guy, it’s almost always more exciting than with her husband.
That’s why she does it.
I like that. And for all she has done for me, she deserves the best.
~ Des
I think Gigi would allow him to fuck the daughter as she is only here for a short time and won't be available to try more with Des in the future. Just my rambling thoughts. But I do wonder, as Parker and his daughter are so very open about sex, if he and she do the taboo thing together?? Stranger things have happened. But, I agree, I expect Parker will be watching everything that happens, especially with his daughter.
How would you feel about being a part of that kind of action, having others in a group watch you fuck your wife with another person, man or woman???? Would it be important to you if they didn't know you were her hubby, just another guy who was lucky enough to get to have her???
