des,
yeah 6inches is the perfect size you can get into tight spots. i have 4 cameras at home and love them, not as sophisticated as your though.
What do the parents look like?
6
My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Hi, 6. She and I think they look good. They're a few years older than us. Beau's mom is an attractive woman of rather average height, with a figure somewhat similar to my wife's. Her hair isn't the same as when we first met them. At our first get-together, her long hair was pulled back in a twist and I thought it seemed a different color, but that may have been a result of the lighting in the restaurant where we were then sitting. It's now trimmed to shoulder length, light brown and streaked with a contrasting silver. I liked the difference as she told me was fashioned by her hairdresser. It was mussed a bit after repeated fucking, but she brushed it back to its original style. Her breasts aren't large but firm and nicely formed. Her husband is a big guy, not overweight but imposing. His neck is somewhat thick, topped by a head that's rather large, with a face that I think most would think displays self-confidence. I can't say I paid a lot of attention to his physique because my mind was on his wife. But I recall an image that implied "fit," although not ripped like their son Beau. My wife later said he's "strong," but I didn't think to ask what she meant by that. Maybe he had a "strong" dick. Either way, she liked it.
Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
NOTES FROM THE PAST FOUR DAYS AWAY FROM HOME:
I finished up my week’s second assignment on the road. I’ll be yet another day out of state but not because of our second-new client. The manager of the hotel where I’m staying was told by a desk clerk what I do for a living. She set up an appointment with the hotel owner that evening and again tomorrow, Saturday morning, about getting his hotel written up in a magazine for institutional relations. I changed my flight reservations to leave early Sunday morning.
My wife Gigi called my cell phone around ten Wednesday night. Jack, one of her two college-attending fuckbuddies, was to come to our home that afternoon after her work day’s end. She decided instead to go to his and Beau’s new off-campus apartment, which she had not yet seen. Intending to stay with the two guys until early morning, she carried an overnight bag but later changed her mind and arrived back at our home around 9:30.
Their new residence is in a complex owned and operated by the local university to supplement the on-campus dorm capacity. She said it’s nicer than that in which they lived during their two years at their former community college. The apartment is a bit larger with two bedrooms and comes mostly furnished, unlike the older, one-bedroom place in which they lived when attending their former school.
I won’t get a detailed run-down on how their sexual encounter went until I return home Sunday, but both guys fucked her either separately or together. Each bedroom has a single bed, so that was somewhat crowded in Jack’s room with the three of them at once but she had no complaints.
After their three-way banging, she lay naked between the two on Beau’s bed. Over the past few years, she has learned an emotional bond often comes about repeatedly fucking longer-term guys. For her, that’s been the most common outcome after two or three months. At first, sex with someone new is no more than a thrilling physical union. After a while, it becomes more than that, ultimately developing into. . . well, “love.” That’s the emotional state now between her and these two. Lately, each of the three has been whispering, and sometimes howling, “I love you,” while in the heat of fucking.
Gigi lay with back against the bed’s headboard and stroked both deflating dicks at each side. She said, “Don’t make any assumptions about what I’ve wanted to ask. I don’t have any hidden agenda; it’s just curiosity on my part. Like me the two of you express love when you’re fucking me. I feel and say that too but often wonder what’s in your minds at those times.” The guys didn’t laugh as she anticipated. Instead, each separately answered in sincere, meditative tones.
Jack’s response was about the same as Beau’s. He said he and his roommate Beau had talked about that. He went on, “Although you’re twelve years older than us, each of us has fantasized we would have asked you to marry if we had met you before Des.” Beau asked the reason for her query.
Neither of the guys know about my wife’s ongoing relationship with her bank’s president.. But both participated in foursomes with our friends on a boat trip as I once wrote here before. Each had said they assumed she has had extramarital sex with one or more others. She didn’t confess to them that the same feeling or that the same conversation also comes about between her and her boss who she has been fucking the past few years. She said, “I feel the same. I think it’s the normal human condition after having intimacy for as long as the three of us.” Her comment pretty much parroted my assumptions. I surmised that when she first told me about the love that develops between her and others she has fucked for a while.
There was a bit more detail to their conversation, but that’s the essence of it. I found her story fascinating, but she has had similar conversations with her boss. The boys didn’t need to assure her they would never do anything to threaten her marriage. That had been a given at the beginning of their sexual unions, but apparently Beau felt it necessary to add, “We realize you would never leave Des anyway.” She said, “I know,” and went on to say she and I don’t believe in divorce separation unless some form of abuse comes about in a marriage. She carried on with a lengthy narrative as to the reasons our marriage is secure and why she believes extramarital sex need not be a serious threat to any relationship, whether one of the spouses like me agrees to it or not.
She inquired what sort of woman they wanted if and when they decide to marry. I recall her telling me the guys had once mentioned their preference to her, but apparently she didn’t remember at that moment. Beau said, “Someone just like you.” She grinned and said, “Even if she’s fucking two other guys like you?” They laughed and Jack responded, “Exactly. Thanks to you, we have become like Des in that way.”
That last remark by Jack was a new one, but I liked it. The moment I told her that on the phone, she said, “I knew you would and that’s why I told you.”
His comment confirms my belief as to the reason a husband becomes a cuckold or just a guy who enjoys his wife fucking others. He has had some experience in his past that introduces him to the idea. My past motivation didn’t come about in the same way, but their relationship with Gigi is the source of Beau’s and Jack’s inspiration to find a hotwife. Beau said each of them has decided to be forthright about their penchant with any marital prospect.
As she was dressing to leave, Jack told a story from his and Beau’s community college days. He said a guy they knew always talked about how he liked anal sex, which neither he nor Beau had any interest. Gigi had before told them she tried that once at a guy’s request and found it painful. She joked, “If sex is a pain in the ass, then you're doing it wrong.” They were still laughing as they walked her to her car.
* * *
My wife’s romp with her 21-year-old guys wasn’t all that’s happened these few days. I mentioned her conversation above with her guys because, in a way, it’s related to what happened with me later in the evening.
The woman manager of the hotel where I’m staying had been told by a desk clerk that “a writer” who works for company that writes public relations material and magazine articles for corporations checked in earlier. She phoned my room and asked if my company is interested in taking on another client. We met in the hotel’s downstairs lounge and she said she would like me to meet the hotel’s owner that night. She an attractive, 37-year-old blond, about 5’6”, with an outgoing personality. She lives in one of the hotel’s suites just below the top floor.
The three of us talked about an hour later in his office and came to an agreement on the fees. I told him I wouldn’t need to return, that I would have enough information from the publications he handed me and my experience from staying there a couple of nights. He suggested I stay over Saturday morning to go over some details. I phoned our agency’s senior partner to let him know to anticipate another customer but that it was to be a brief venture that wouldn’t take anyone too long to do. I have submitted past works to the magazine in which the owner would prefer to publish his story, and getting that part done won’t be a problem.
His manager and I left his office and went back downstairs to the lounge. I learned she was divorced. She said her previous “mistake” was a self-absorbed, abusive sort with a tendency to overspend on his personal wants and gambling. I don’t flirt with women and, even if I did, I wouldn’t with clientele or anyone I know or work with. But as time went on, she began dropping intimate hints. I pretended not to notice, but she asked if I cared to come to her room that night to “talk some more.”
My response wasn’t quite true. I said “Maybe,” but had to have a lengthy phone conversation with our client in a few minutes. I said, “I’ll call your room and let you know.”
Gigi had left a non-urgent message for me with the front desk. I called back and told her about what had happened and asked whether I should meet again with the woman. She was quiet for a half-minute and said, “That’s not something that would bother me. You’re out of town, not planning to return, and that’s no threat to me. It’s not like you’re getting into some kind of long-term affair.” I said, “You’re sure about that?” She said, “Yeah. I won’t mind at all. Her being that far away from us isn’t much different than your having sex with our Native-American friend. I like it and you deserve it anyway. Let me know how it goes, Kemo Sabe.”
I phoned the woman’s room and said I could come up if she still wanted me to do that. She shared a drink, talked more about her ex and said they divorced after he moved in with one of his secretaries. She went on, “It worked out fine for me. Sex is better now with almost anyone else.” I told her I “can understand that.” I talked about my marriage but didn’t mention my wife fucks other guys or that she had my encouragement to do that. Instead, I said, “I wouldn’t want an extramarital affair that affected my marriage,” and added, “It would need to be no more than a lark.”
She came over and sat next to me on the couch. She said, “Let’s have a lark.” I stayed the night. We fucked three times. Our last being was at six that morning before leaving for my room on the first floor. I phoned Gigi and told her. She said she had turned on her vibrating dildo as I narrated my night’s experience and gasped in orgasm as I was winding down my story.
* * *
That wasn’t all that happened that day. That morning, she had been invited by her boss and their secretary to join them for a threesome Thursday after work. The day before, she had scheduled a talk at a bank customer’s civic club at the man’s request. As told here before, the secretary and her husband have an open marriage. He’s a school teacher and will be out the same night with his married assistant-principal girlfriend whose husband is attending an out-of-state seminar. He and the woman have had an ongoing relationship that goes back to before the woman was engaged to be married.
My wife later told the secretary she could come next week on Friday night for a threesome, but the couple had some scheduling problems that that evening that may be able to change. The three of them haven’t been together in the past two months. I haven’t yet heard whether the conflicting matter was resolved, but Gigi may be fucking both of them next week.
* * *
The most recent phone conversation with my wife came about while I was laying naked in my hotel room bed and editing my work from earlier in the day. She phoned about the time I was to set aside my papers and pencil.
While my wife was stopped at a gas station on her way home from work, her boss called her cell phone. He asked if she and I were free for dinner with him and his wife Saturday night. Gigi told him I wouldn’t be home until Sunday morning. Her boss’ wife had told him that if Gigi and I couldn’t make it, she would instead go out with three women book-club friends for dinner and drinks and from there would go with them to an arts-film theater in a local mall. Gig asked what time he expected his wife to return home, he said she told him she would be back a little past midnight. Gigi said, “Des is traveling so if you want, you can come over to our home that night.”
Saturday, they will be fucking in our marital bed, and maybe elsewhere at our home, from about five in the afternoon to whenever he thinks he should leave for home that night. I told her I loved her and was glad she would be enjoying the evening.
After we talked, I realized that arrangement was a bit different. In the past, it has been her boss who invites her to meet for sex, not the other way around. I kind of liked her being proactive by inviting him this time. I don’t know why, but the thought of my wife being the aggressor at that moment caused my dick to rise. And the more I thought about it, I began stroking until my fist was flying and I ejaculated with a satisfied groan. That was as good for me as having fucked the hotel manager.
* * *
Some guys with who my wife has become involved for a while have said her life seems a bit complicated. Considering the extent of her sexual, social and other activities, I can understand why they have said that. The way she and I see it is that she’s just organized – and likes fucking. That last part is her motivation not to plan any changes anytime soon. I like it just the way it is.
~ Des
I finished up my week’s second assignment on the road. I’ll be yet another day out of state but not because of our second-new client. The manager of the hotel where I’m staying was told by a desk clerk what I do for a living. She set up an appointment with the hotel owner that evening and again tomorrow, Saturday morning, about getting his hotel written up in a magazine for institutional relations. I changed my flight reservations to leave early Sunday morning.
My wife Gigi called my cell phone around ten Wednesday night. Jack, one of her two college-attending fuckbuddies, was to come to our home that afternoon after her work day’s end. She decided instead to go to his and Beau’s new off-campus apartment, which she had not yet seen. Intending to stay with the two guys until early morning, she carried an overnight bag but later changed her mind and arrived back at our home around 9:30.
Their new residence is in a complex owned and operated by the local university to supplement the on-campus dorm capacity. She said it’s nicer than that in which they lived during their two years at their former community college. The apartment is a bit larger with two bedrooms and comes mostly furnished, unlike the older, one-bedroom place in which they lived when attending their former school.
I won’t get a detailed run-down on how their sexual encounter went until I return home Sunday, but both guys fucked her either separately or together. Each bedroom has a single bed, so that was somewhat crowded in Jack’s room with the three of them at once but she had no complaints.
After their three-way banging, she lay naked between the two on Beau’s bed. Over the past few years, she has learned an emotional bond often comes about repeatedly fucking longer-term guys. For her, that’s been the most common outcome after two or three months. At first, sex with someone new is no more than a thrilling physical union. After a while, it becomes more than that, ultimately developing into. . . well, “love.” That’s the emotional state now between her and these two. Lately, each of the three has been whispering, and sometimes howling, “I love you,” while in the heat of fucking.
Gigi lay with back against the bed’s headboard and stroked both deflating dicks at each side. She said, “Don’t make any assumptions about what I’ve wanted to ask. I don’t have any hidden agenda; it’s just curiosity on my part. Like me the two of you express love when you’re fucking me. I feel and say that too but often wonder what’s in your minds at those times.” The guys didn’t laugh as she anticipated. Instead, each separately answered in sincere, meditative tones.
Jack’s response was about the same as Beau’s. He said he and his roommate Beau had talked about that. He went on, “Although you’re twelve years older than us, each of us has fantasized we would have asked you to marry if we had met you before Des.” Beau asked the reason for her query.
Neither of the guys know about my wife’s ongoing relationship with her bank’s president.. But both participated in foursomes with our friends on a boat trip as I once wrote here before. Each had said they assumed she has had extramarital sex with one or more others. She didn’t confess to them that the same feeling or that the same conversation also comes about between her and her boss who she has been fucking the past few years. She said, “I feel the same. I think it’s the normal human condition after having intimacy for as long as the three of us.” Her comment pretty much parroted my assumptions. I surmised that when she first told me about the love that develops between her and others she has fucked for a while.
There was a bit more detail to their conversation, but that’s the essence of it. I found her story fascinating, but she has had similar conversations with her boss. The boys didn’t need to assure her they would never do anything to threaten her marriage. That had been a given at the beginning of their sexual unions, but apparently Beau felt it necessary to add, “We realize you would never leave Des anyway.” She said, “I know,” and went on to say she and I don’t believe in divorce separation unless some form of abuse comes about in a marriage. She carried on with a lengthy narrative as to the reasons our marriage is secure and why she believes extramarital sex need not be a serious threat to any relationship, whether one of the spouses like me agrees to it or not.
She inquired what sort of woman they wanted if and when they decide to marry. I recall her telling me the guys had once mentioned their preference to her, but apparently she didn’t remember at that moment. Beau said, “Someone just like you.” She grinned and said, “Even if she’s fucking two other guys like you?” They laughed and Jack responded, “Exactly. Thanks to you, we have become like Des in that way.”
That last remark by Jack was a new one, but I liked it. The moment I told her that on the phone, she said, “I knew you would and that’s why I told you.”
His comment confirms my belief as to the reason a husband becomes a cuckold or just a guy who enjoys his wife fucking others. He has had some experience in his past that introduces him to the idea. My past motivation didn’t come about in the same way, but their relationship with Gigi is the source of Beau’s and Jack’s inspiration to find a hotwife. Beau said each of them has decided to be forthright about their penchant with any marital prospect.
As she was dressing to leave, Jack told a story from his and Beau’s community college days. He said a guy they knew always talked about how he liked anal sex, which neither he nor Beau had any interest. Gigi had before told them she tried that once at a guy’s request and found it painful. She joked, “If sex is a pain in the ass, then you're doing it wrong.” They were still laughing as they walked her to her car.
* * *
My wife’s romp with her 21-year-old guys wasn’t all that’s happened these few days. I mentioned her conversation above with her guys because, in a way, it’s related to what happened with me later in the evening.
The woman manager of the hotel where I’m staying had been told by a desk clerk that “a writer” who works for company that writes public relations material and magazine articles for corporations checked in earlier. She phoned my room and asked if my company is interested in taking on another client. We met in the hotel’s downstairs lounge and she said she would like me to meet the hotel’s owner that night. She an attractive, 37-year-old blond, about 5’6”, with an outgoing personality. She lives in one of the hotel’s suites just below the top floor.
The three of us talked about an hour later in his office and came to an agreement on the fees. I told him I wouldn’t need to return, that I would have enough information from the publications he handed me and my experience from staying there a couple of nights. He suggested I stay over Saturday morning to go over some details. I phoned our agency’s senior partner to let him know to anticipate another customer but that it was to be a brief venture that wouldn’t take anyone too long to do. I have submitted past works to the magazine in which the owner would prefer to publish his story, and getting that part done won’t be a problem.
His manager and I left his office and went back downstairs to the lounge. I learned she was divorced. She said her previous “mistake” was a self-absorbed, abusive sort with a tendency to overspend on his personal wants and gambling. I don’t flirt with women and, even if I did, I wouldn’t with clientele or anyone I know or work with. But as time went on, she began dropping intimate hints. I pretended not to notice, but she asked if I cared to come to her room that night to “talk some more.”
My response wasn’t quite true. I said “Maybe,” but had to have a lengthy phone conversation with our client in a few minutes. I said, “I’ll call your room and let you know.”
Gigi had left a non-urgent message for me with the front desk. I called back and told her about what had happened and asked whether I should meet again with the woman. She was quiet for a half-minute and said, “That’s not something that would bother me. You’re out of town, not planning to return, and that’s no threat to me. It’s not like you’re getting into some kind of long-term affair.” I said, “You’re sure about that?” She said, “Yeah. I won’t mind at all. Her being that far away from us isn’t much different than your having sex with our Native-American friend. I like it and you deserve it anyway. Let me know how it goes, Kemo Sabe.”
I phoned the woman’s room and said I could come up if she still wanted me to do that. She shared a drink, talked more about her ex and said they divorced after he moved in with one of his secretaries. She went on, “It worked out fine for me. Sex is better now with almost anyone else.” I told her I “can understand that.” I talked about my marriage but didn’t mention my wife fucks other guys or that she had my encouragement to do that. Instead, I said, “I wouldn’t want an extramarital affair that affected my marriage,” and added, “It would need to be no more than a lark.”
She came over and sat next to me on the couch. She said, “Let’s have a lark.” I stayed the night. We fucked three times. Our last being was at six that morning before leaving for my room on the first floor. I phoned Gigi and told her. She said she had turned on her vibrating dildo as I narrated my night’s experience and gasped in orgasm as I was winding down my story.
* * *
That wasn’t all that happened that day. That morning, she had been invited by her boss and their secretary to join them for a threesome Thursday after work. The day before, she had scheduled a talk at a bank customer’s civic club at the man’s request. As told here before, the secretary and her husband have an open marriage. He’s a school teacher and will be out the same night with his married assistant-principal girlfriend whose husband is attending an out-of-state seminar. He and the woman have had an ongoing relationship that goes back to before the woman was engaged to be married.
My wife later told the secretary she could come next week on Friday night for a threesome, but the couple had some scheduling problems that that evening that may be able to change. The three of them haven’t been together in the past two months. I haven’t yet heard whether the conflicting matter was resolved, but Gigi may be fucking both of them next week.
* * *
The most recent phone conversation with my wife came about while I was laying naked in my hotel room bed and editing my work from earlier in the day. She phoned about the time I was to set aside my papers and pencil.
While my wife was stopped at a gas station on her way home from work, her boss called her cell phone. He asked if she and I were free for dinner with him and his wife Saturday night. Gigi told him I wouldn’t be home until Sunday morning. Her boss’ wife had told him that if Gigi and I couldn’t make it, she would instead go out with three women book-club friends for dinner and drinks and from there would go with them to an arts-film theater in a local mall. Gig asked what time he expected his wife to return home, he said she told him she would be back a little past midnight. Gigi said, “Des is traveling so if you want, you can come over to our home that night.”
Saturday, they will be fucking in our marital bed, and maybe elsewhere at our home, from about five in the afternoon to whenever he thinks he should leave for home that night. I told her I loved her and was glad she would be enjoying the evening.
After we talked, I realized that arrangement was a bit different. In the past, it has been her boss who invites her to meet for sex, not the other way around. I kind of liked her being proactive by inviting him this time. I don’t know why, but the thought of my wife being the aggressor at that moment caused my dick to rise. And the more I thought about it, I began stroking until my fist was flying and I ejaculated with a satisfied groan. That was as good for me as having fucked the hotel manager.
* * *
Some guys with who my wife has become involved for a while have said her life seems a bit complicated. Considering the extent of her sexual, social and other activities, I can understand why they have said that. The way she and I see it is that she’s just organized – and likes fucking. That last part is her motivation not to plan any changes anytime soon. I like it just the way it is.
~ Des
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Our hotwife history from its beginning at viewtopic.php?f=5&t=50057
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As they say the devil is in the detail, I'm not sure what the devil has with your journal, but the words have a nice ring to them, I and I love that you gave a full account of both Gigi and your time apart, It is great that she gave you the all clear to fuck the hotel manager both your lives seam to slot together like a jigsaw and create a beautiful picture in my mind.
The best bit in your story is the sexy relationship that befits an intelligent couple, you are so open in your lifestyle and would enjoy hearing more, but you are entitled to keep some of what goes on with Gigi private.
The best bit in your story is the sexy relationship that befits an intelligent couple, you are so open in your lifestyle and would enjoy hearing more, but you are entitled to keep some of what goes on with Gigi private.
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rascalnvixen
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Des,
You always have the most amazing updates!!! This one was definitely a huge surprise in the hotel manager and the rest was again exciting and welcomed by those of us who don't have the exciting lifestyle you and Gigi possess!!! Always good to hear your comments my friend!!
Rascal
You always have the most amazing updates!!! This one was definitely a huge surprise in the hotel manager and the rest was again exciting and welcomed by those of us who don't have the exciting lifestyle you and Gigi possess!!! Always good to hear your comments my friend!!
Rascal
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Des. I’ve mentioned this before but I hope you don’t mind me saying again. I love the writing you share, not just he physical parts but the emotional and mental parts. They mean a lot. This lifestyle is as much between the ears as it is between the legs. The partnership has to start with being fully honest about what each of you want or are getting out of it. I realize this changes as the lifestyle unfolds, and we’re all different, so the communication is imperative to continue. I loved your honesty with your wife while you were away but enjoyed her response just as much. Keep up the sharing (every pun intended)
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When I returned to the hotel from dinner Friday night, the manager was chatting with the desk clerk. She beame and said, “Glad I was here when you walked in. The penthouse suite became available this morning; I just made arrangements to change your room to there at no charge for tonight.” I thanked her for that as she led me to the lounge. She had suggested it to her boss who agreed, saying it was a good idea. We chatted over drinks and I told her I’d finished the first draft about the resort hotel and suspected that, although the write-up is intended for an industry magazine, the same final product could be used in publications for the general public.
She leaned near across the table and whispered, “Care for an encore in your room tonight?” Of course, I did. I asked, “Are you sure your boss wouldn’t be upset with your sleeping with a guest if he somehow found out.” She laughed and said, “That’s not a problem. I’ll explain later when we’re not so ‘public’ as we are here.”
I moved my gear to my new room, which I was later told was one of the resort’s two best. She phoned my room a half hour later to say she was on the way up. She knocked and I escorted her in. She handed me a bottle of red wine and two glasses, kissed me fleetingly on the lips, and plopped into the nearest chair. She had changed her burgundy work-day blazer and gray skirt to a trim white pullover that came to just below her breasts and white, knee-length shorts. She stands straight and presents an impressive bearing that causes her to appear as elegant in that casual wear as her professional outfits. Her vocal manner of speech is pleasantly articulate and doubtless practiced.
She looked over my draft and said, “This is literary. You’re good.” Like carpentry and other trained skills, a professional writing product can seem that way to most who don’t write for a living, but I don’t tell that to anyone who gives me what they believe to be a compliment. In truth, I’m rather average in the trade. I responded I was pleased she liked it but was privately chuffed I had something she admired.
Recalling her comment about why the owner wouldn’t find her sleeping with me to be a problem, I inquired what that was about. She smiled and said, “The resort’s owner is very ‘understanding’ about that. He and I have what you might consider as a ‘close but open’ relationship. We’re entirely professional at the workplace and have devised rules to deflect employees’ knowing whatever we do together or with others. My job’s as secure as the gold in Fort Knox. I don’t take risks and made certain no one saw me come up to your room. Even if someone had, the worker would assume it to be for business reasons. After all, this is a hotel and I am the manager.”
My first reaction was discomfort at the realization she was essentially telling me she and he would likely discuss our sexual interludes. That uneasiness passed within ten seconds when it occurred to me their relationship isn’t much different from that of Gigi’s and mine. I said, “You have an enviable position.” I’m sure her work is demanding. But as an independent, divorced woman, she has found her niche here. She said her management position and the “side benefits” are beyond anything she could once have imagined. As she went on, I could imagine my wife in that job. Gigi’s circumstances at the bank really aren’t much different.
She smiled, biting her lower lip, tugged a strap of her pullover and said, “Want to turn out the lights?”
I took off my clothing alongside the bed and watched as she stood against the window and pulled away her top and shorts. The lighting beyond the white translucent drapes outlined her shadowed figure. My cock mushroomed to full staff as she walked to me. We kissed deeply, falling onto the bed.
She climaxed twice during the night and again at five in the dark, early morning. I was cumming inside her the first time and again this morning. She dressed as I lay naked, leaned to buss me on the lips and said, “See you at the meeting with my boss at eight o’clock.”
The meeting in his office lasted no more than a half hour and he drove the two of us around the resort in a company golf cart for perhaps an hour. I made notes of the grounds and his more relevant remarks to add to the writing product.
Back at his office, he looked across his desk to where the manager and I sat in client chairs and said, “Why don’t the two of you go back to your room and work on anything else that might occur to either of you?” Realizing she must have already told him she and I had been fucking the previous night, I struggled not to show my uneasiness, gave a handshake, and thanked him for his courtesy and the business. She and I returned to my room and had sex once more before she said she had some responsibilities to handle. As she dressed, she told me she wouldn’t be free to return to my room tonight. She and the resort’s owner will be having sex at his home near the city’s downtown area. I’m pretty sure he will be listening to her narrative of our time together while fucking.
A couple hours after her departure, I unzipped my fly and phoned my wife. She was in her car and on the way to visit one of the retired guys with who she plays golf at her former club. She had been on the golf course earlier with her other two retired buddies who told her their friend was at a nearby suburban hospital and recovering from a previous day’s chest operation. She said she will attend her adult Sunday school class in the morning but because she would be picking me up at the airport an hour later, she won’t stay for the 11 a.m. church service.
I joked that when she first answered her cell, I was surprised she wasn’t already having sex with one of her guys. She laughed and said, “Hey, I’ve got a real life here. I can’t be fucking 24-7. ” I asked if her big-dicked boss was still coming over tonight as planned. She cooed, “Yeahhh, around five this afternoon. He really is ‘big,’ isn’t he? You knowww I like that.” I suspect she added that latter comment to excite me and it somewhat worked as I stroked my semi-tumescent dick. She paused a moment and said, “Sorry about my delay there. I had to take a moment to remember something. Your question reminded me of a remark by one of the golfer guys this morning - Do you know the difference between ‘oooooh’ and ‘aaaaah?’”
I didn’t. She said, “About three inches.”
Laughing, I told her I couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow. She was then pulling into the hospital’s parking garage and said, “Even without three extra inches, you always give me an ‘oooooh.’” Love you, Kemo Sabe.” She clicked off.
Men and women who travel for work know sexual opportunities come about often, and it takes a streak of discipline to remain faithful to another. I’ll be on the road most of this month and much of February, but I it’s a near certainty I won’t become entangled with anyone else over that time. My wife gave me a pass this once. That isn’t likely to be an ongoing offer. Our one-sided arrangement just doesn’t work that way.
~ ~ Just learned my February travels have been extended. I’ll be a few days in Vancouver where a client opened a new branch. The city reminds me of NYC except it’s a bit more colorful and its streets and subways are cleaner than the last time I was in the other. When I asked a NYC sub shop owner if the City seemed to be in decline, he said, “Yeah, some of us don’t refer to this place as The Big Apple now. We call it The Rotting Apple. When I retire next year, I’m getting out and taking the flag.” That’s too bad, but I’m finding it’s not the only big city in decline.
Unlike other agency partners, I like traveling for work but this will be my first Vancouver trip in the winter. The senior partner said on the phone he was told today’s highest temperature there doesn’t sound like my favorite climate. Guess I won’t be walking its streets at night.
I’m sure Gigi can find something to do in my absence.
~ Des
She leaned near across the table and whispered, “Care for an encore in your room tonight?” Of course, I did. I asked, “Are you sure your boss wouldn’t be upset with your sleeping with a guest if he somehow found out.” She laughed and said, “That’s not a problem. I’ll explain later when we’re not so ‘public’ as we are here.”
I moved my gear to my new room, which I was later told was one of the resort’s two best. She phoned my room a half hour later to say she was on the way up. She knocked and I escorted her in. She handed me a bottle of red wine and two glasses, kissed me fleetingly on the lips, and plopped into the nearest chair. She had changed her burgundy work-day blazer and gray skirt to a trim white pullover that came to just below her breasts and white, knee-length shorts. She stands straight and presents an impressive bearing that causes her to appear as elegant in that casual wear as her professional outfits. Her vocal manner of speech is pleasantly articulate and doubtless practiced.
She looked over my draft and said, “This is literary. You’re good.” Like carpentry and other trained skills, a professional writing product can seem that way to most who don’t write for a living, but I don’t tell that to anyone who gives me what they believe to be a compliment. In truth, I’m rather average in the trade. I responded I was pleased she liked it but was privately chuffed I had something she admired.
Recalling her comment about why the owner wouldn’t find her sleeping with me to be a problem, I inquired what that was about. She smiled and said, “The resort’s owner is very ‘understanding’ about that. He and I have what you might consider as a ‘close but open’ relationship. We’re entirely professional at the workplace and have devised rules to deflect employees’ knowing whatever we do together or with others. My job’s as secure as the gold in Fort Knox. I don’t take risks and made certain no one saw me come up to your room. Even if someone had, the worker would assume it to be for business reasons. After all, this is a hotel and I am the manager.”
My first reaction was discomfort at the realization she was essentially telling me she and he would likely discuss our sexual interludes. That uneasiness passed within ten seconds when it occurred to me their relationship isn’t much different from that of Gigi’s and mine. I said, “You have an enviable position.” I’m sure her work is demanding. But as an independent, divorced woman, she has found her niche here. She said her management position and the “side benefits” are beyond anything she could once have imagined. As she went on, I could imagine my wife in that job. Gigi’s circumstances at the bank really aren’t much different.
She smiled, biting her lower lip, tugged a strap of her pullover and said, “Want to turn out the lights?”
I took off my clothing alongside the bed and watched as she stood against the window and pulled away her top and shorts. The lighting beyond the white translucent drapes outlined her shadowed figure. My cock mushroomed to full staff as she walked to me. We kissed deeply, falling onto the bed.
She climaxed twice during the night and again at five in the dark, early morning. I was cumming inside her the first time and again this morning. She dressed as I lay naked, leaned to buss me on the lips and said, “See you at the meeting with my boss at eight o’clock.”
The meeting in his office lasted no more than a half hour and he drove the two of us around the resort in a company golf cart for perhaps an hour. I made notes of the grounds and his more relevant remarks to add to the writing product.
Back at his office, he looked across his desk to where the manager and I sat in client chairs and said, “Why don’t the two of you go back to your room and work on anything else that might occur to either of you?” Realizing she must have already told him she and I had been fucking the previous night, I struggled not to show my uneasiness, gave a handshake, and thanked him for his courtesy and the business. She and I returned to my room and had sex once more before she said she had some responsibilities to handle. As she dressed, she told me she wouldn’t be free to return to my room tonight. She and the resort’s owner will be having sex at his home near the city’s downtown area. I’m pretty sure he will be listening to her narrative of our time together while fucking.
A couple hours after her departure, I unzipped my fly and phoned my wife. She was in her car and on the way to visit one of the retired guys with who she plays golf at her former club. She had been on the golf course earlier with her other two retired buddies who told her their friend was at a nearby suburban hospital and recovering from a previous day’s chest operation. She said she will attend her adult Sunday school class in the morning but because she would be picking me up at the airport an hour later, she won’t stay for the 11 a.m. church service.
I joked that when she first answered her cell, I was surprised she wasn’t already having sex with one of her guys. She laughed and said, “Hey, I’ve got a real life here. I can’t be fucking 24-7. ” I asked if her big-dicked boss was still coming over tonight as planned. She cooed, “Yeahhh, around five this afternoon. He really is ‘big,’ isn’t he? You knowww I like that.” I suspect she added that latter comment to excite me and it somewhat worked as I stroked my semi-tumescent dick. She paused a moment and said, “Sorry about my delay there. I had to take a moment to remember something. Your question reminded me of a remark by one of the golfer guys this morning - Do you know the difference between ‘oooooh’ and ‘aaaaah?’”
I didn’t. She said, “About three inches.”
Laughing, I told her I couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow. She was then pulling into the hospital’s parking garage and said, “Even without three extra inches, you always give me an ‘oooooh.’” Love you, Kemo Sabe.” She clicked off.
Men and women who travel for work know sexual opportunities come about often, and it takes a streak of discipline to remain faithful to another. I’ll be on the road most of this month and much of February, but I it’s a near certainty I won’t become entangled with anyone else over that time. My wife gave me a pass this once. That isn’t likely to be an ongoing offer. Our one-sided arrangement just doesn’t work that way.
~ ~ Just learned my February travels have been extended. I’ll be a few days in Vancouver where a client opened a new branch. The city reminds me of NYC except it’s a bit more colorful and its streets and subways are cleaner than the last time I was in the other. When I asked a NYC sub shop owner if the City seemed to be in decline, he said, “Yeah, some of us don’t refer to this place as The Big Apple now. We call it The Rotting Apple. When I retire next year, I’m getting out and taking the flag.” That’s too bad, but I’m finding it’s not the only big city in decline.
Unlike other agency partners, I like traveling for work but this will be my first Vancouver trip in the winter. The senior partner said on the phone he was told today’s highest temperature there doesn’t sound like my favorite climate. Guess I won’t be walking its streets at night.
I’m sure Gigi can find something to do in my absence.
~ Des
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samlowen
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If you have the time to get away from Vancouver for a day, you might want to take the drive up to Whistler Village. It's gorgeous in the winter.
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rascalnvixen
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Des,
YOU DOG!!!!
Glad to hear you had more fun! That is a great sign of Gigi's trust and respect for you to allow you to have sex with the hotel manager!! I believe you now have had sex with TWO women other than Gigi in a month!!! Three all together!!! You must feel like you are the King Of The World!!! Thanks for relating that wonderful story!!! It's good to know that you are still able to show other women a good time, when allowed!! 
You DID call her and tell her about another round with the manager, didn't you??????? 
Rascal
YOU DOG!!!!
Glad to hear you had more fun! That is a great sign of Gigi's trust and respect for you to allow you to have sex with the hotel manager!! I believe you now have had sex with TWO women other than Gigi in a month!!! Three all together!!! You must feel like you are the King Of The World!!! Thanks for relating that wonderful story!!! It's good to know that you are still able to show other women a good time, when allowed!! You DID call her and tell her about another round with the manager, didn't you??????? Rascal
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Oh yeah, I told her. She phoned my cell phone while I was sitting in a downtown restaurant. I couldn't say much there but when she asked for an update, I told her I would call back from the hotel. She loved it and said she's turned on enough to double-down with her boss when he shows up later at our home. I can't quite imagine what she more she possibly could do when they're together tonight, so I think that was bluster. On the other hand, I hope it isn't.rascalnvixen wrote: ↑Sat Jan 11, 2020 11:57 amDes,
YOU DOG!!!!
Rascal
She preferred not to turn on our indoor cams, so that's left to my imagination. I assume that if she phones me tonight, it will be late after he's left for home. We talked a bit about is size when on the phone and how she feels when he's fucking her, so I'm sure that has been on her mind. She should be hotly primed by the time he shows up. The cams to our driveway and front door are working, so I should see when he drives up but don't have the patience to stay online to see what happens when he leaves. I've seen her kiss him good-night at the door as he's leaving before anyway.
Your count is correct, but I don't expect that to be any kind of regular occurrence.
Des
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On your Vancouver visit, make sure you have an umbrella. If you have a day without cloud cover, consider trying a trip on the SeaBus. Effectively a ferry across the harbour. If the weather is nice it is really quite a sight.
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Good advice. I'm unsure whether I'll have time there to take the Seabus and haven't done that before, but it sounds good. The weather might be okay since I'm told it doesn't often hit the freezing temps as in most Canadian regions. Finding free time is most often a problem. This job keeps me hopping when on most assignments, and there's always another following it. The only occasion I was previously in Vancouver was in mid-summer. I know about those clouds and have heard about the excessive winter rains. Both conditions are a lot like that of Seattle, which isn't that far away.Long Lurker 34 wrote: ↑Sun Jan 12, 2020 5:44 amOn your Vancouver visit, make sure you have an umbrella. If you have a day without cloud cover, consider trying a trip on the SeaBus. Effectively a ferry across the harbour. If the weather is nice it is really quite a sight.
My first two years with the agency, I was periodically in different Canadian provinces for brief assignments and Alberta is my favorite. That doesn't happen so much anymore. Aside from some regions' politics, I like everything about Canada. If it weren't for the winters and high cost of living in certain places like Vancouver, I would like someday like to retire there but will probably end up somewhere in some small to mid-size town in Florida or the southern Gulf coast when day comes. I'll be considering at all those in the next three decades to come.
People I have met there occasionally drop me emails, most often signed off with, "O Canada!"
~ Des
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Monday morning update ~
My wife Gigi just left for work. After my time away last week, I won’t be going to the office until around noon and plan to be off work Wednesday.
Late occurring circumstances interfered with my wife’s and my plans this week. She will be out of town fucking Tuesday night, and I’ll be home that night. I was to be out of state Tuesday and Wednesday. A prospective clients’ initial opening has been unexpectedly delayed over environmental reviews and my trip was subsequently delayed until mid-March. I had also intended to call on an existing client in the same town but as it turned out, March works out better for all of us.
The conflicting problem was that my wife Gigi will be fucking overnight Tuesday but I would then be at home instead of traveling as intended. She, her boss and their secretary will be meeting that day with the manager of the bank’s new out-of-town branch and then go out to dinner with the woman. Her boss reserved two hotel rooms in that town, one for my wife and the secretary and another for him. When the branch manager departs, the three are staying overnight before returning early Wednesday morning. Her boss and their secretary will be at work the following day but my wife is taking that day off.
Gigi assumes that because they’re be having a threesome, all most likely will instead stay the night in the same room. She was overly apologetic about her coming (cumming?) absence Tuesday, as if were her fault. I assured her I’m fine with that.
She phoned her boss at home last night and told him about the mix-up. His wife picked up another phone and asked Gigi if I might be interested in coming to their place Tuesday night and spending time with her and their kids' nanny.
My wife and her boss will be at our home. I picked up our phone in the living room and accepted her offer. I have wanted to talk to their nanny before she returns to Norway at the end of this month when her workers visa expires. She recently had learned her employer and my wife have an ongoing sexual relationship and has told his wife that situation is common in her country. My wife’s boss refers to the young woman as “open minded.” I mentioned briefly here how that topic first came about between the young woman and his wife (Just found that back on page 40 here should anyone be interested to check that out).
When the call ended, Gigi walked to the living room where I stood, grinned and said, “Maybe this won’t so perturbing after all. You might have a hot time that night.” I laughed and said that’s almost certainly a fantasy but I liked the way the situation turned out. Because that part of our lives is now known to the young woman, I think a conversation should be intriguing.
Gigi made arrangements to be off work Wednesday and I won’t go into the office that day either. She and I will go out somewhere for the day, and she said she will better fill me in on the details of her sexual activities over the past week. Hearing her extramarital encounters are among my favorite past times.
~ Des
My wife Gigi just left for work. After my time away last week, I won’t be going to the office until around noon and plan to be off work Wednesday.
Late occurring circumstances interfered with my wife’s and my plans this week. She will be out of town fucking Tuesday night, and I’ll be home that night. I was to be out of state Tuesday and Wednesday. A prospective clients’ initial opening has been unexpectedly delayed over environmental reviews and my trip was subsequently delayed until mid-March. I had also intended to call on an existing client in the same town but as it turned out, March works out better for all of us.
The conflicting problem was that my wife Gigi will be fucking overnight Tuesday but I would then be at home instead of traveling as intended. She, her boss and their secretary will be meeting that day with the manager of the bank’s new out-of-town branch and then go out to dinner with the woman. Her boss reserved two hotel rooms in that town, one for my wife and the secretary and another for him. When the branch manager departs, the three are staying overnight before returning early Wednesday morning. Her boss and their secretary will be at work the following day but my wife is taking that day off.
Gigi assumes that because they’re be having a threesome, all most likely will instead stay the night in the same room. She was overly apologetic about her coming (cumming?) absence Tuesday, as if were her fault. I assured her I’m fine with that.
She phoned her boss at home last night and told him about the mix-up. His wife picked up another phone and asked Gigi if I might be interested in coming to their place Tuesday night and spending time with her and their kids' nanny.
My wife and her boss will be at our home. I picked up our phone in the living room and accepted her offer. I have wanted to talk to their nanny before she returns to Norway at the end of this month when her workers visa expires. She recently had learned her employer and my wife have an ongoing sexual relationship and has told his wife that situation is common in her country. My wife’s boss refers to the young woman as “open minded.” I mentioned briefly here how that topic first came about between the young woman and his wife (Just found that back on page 40 here should anyone be interested to check that out).
When the call ended, Gigi walked to the living room where I stood, grinned and said, “Maybe this won’t so perturbing after all. You might have a hot time that night.” I laughed and said that’s almost certainly a fantasy but I liked the way the situation turned out. Because that part of our lives is now known to the young woman, I think a conversation should be intriguing.
Gigi made arrangements to be off work Wednesday and I won’t go into the office that day either. She and I will go out somewhere for the day, and she said she will better fill me in on the details of her sexual activities over the past week. Hearing her extramarital encounters are among my favorite past times.
~ Des
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Hey Des,
Nice to hear you got to meet the hotel manager up close and personal.
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Nice to hear you got to meet the hotel manager up close and personal.
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Hearing her extramarital encounters are among my favorite past times.
Reading that will certainly perk me up, that and the conversations whilst Gigi is otherwise occupied, sadly I don't expect you will get your end away, but should have an interesting conversation I have a great Scottish word, whigmaleerie that I am dying to use, but it does not fit what I hope you get up to.
Reading that will certainly perk me up, that and the conversations whilst Gigi is otherwise occupied, sadly I don't expect you will get your end away, but should have an interesting conversation I have a great Scottish word, whigmaleerie that I am dying to use, but it does not fit what I hope you get up to.
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Thanks, I'll try to remember that word I just looked up upon reading your response. The "whig" portion, meaning frisky or jumping around like a rabbit, surely fits my wife's fanciful notion as much as I think that's unlikely. But it's a good thought, isn't it?solstice wrote: ↑Mon Jan 13, 2020 11:18 amHearing her extramarital encounters are among my favorite past times.
Reading that will certainly perk me up, that and the conversations whilst Gigi is otherwise occupied, sadly I don't expect you will get your end away, but should have an interesting conversation I have a great Scottish word, whigmaleerie that I am dying to use, but it does not fit what I hope you get up to.
I'm always learning things here.
~ Des
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I have been reading your wife's stories for a long time. I even copy and save them to go back and read later. It's all like having a book now. She has a lot more interests than people I know. I often wonder what her background was that makes her like she is now. What's the story there if you don't mind?
Thank you! When I read my question again and then your answer I realized I my question could have been more clear. But you understood what I was asking anyway. What you wrote was exactly what I meant and my questions I that have built up over the past two years were all answered there. A lot of things make sense now. I don't think anybody will be disappointed with that.
Thank you! When I read my question again and then your answer I realized I my question could have been more clear. But you understood what I was asking anyway. What you wrote was exactly what I meant and my questions I that have built up over the past two years were all answered there. A lot of things make sense now. I don't think anybody will be disappointed with that.
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I don't recall anyone asking that before. It doesn’t really fit with the topics here but I’ll tell it as briefly as I can. I assume you’re asking about my passing mentions of her firearms and swimming interests among others. Most of her those interests aren’t mine.yielding william wrote: ↑Wed Jan 15, 2020 5:10 amI have been reading your wife's stories for a long time. I even copy and save them to go back and read later. It's all like having a book now. She has a lot more interests than people I know. I often wonder what her background was that makes her like she is now. What's the story there if you don't mind?
The earliest I know from her stories is when she was in middle school. Across the street from her school was a sizeable enclosed swimming pool complex and after classes, she would swim there. The complex was used by a nearby high school swim team for practice. On one afternoon, she met a h.s. senior practicing alone in the pool. Because she was taller than most girls that age, he at first assumed Gigi was a h.s. student he hadn’t before met. It wasn’t a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, but he helped her practice as swim team members were taught. Although diving wasn’t a part of her state’s team competiton, he demonstrated how to dive from the high and low boards. She found she quickly picked up on butterfly and diving. He was a religious sort and eventually encouraged her to attend his Baptist youth group meetings and Sunday school class with him. Her parents were only moderately religious. He picked her up Sunday mornings and drove her home after services. When she entered high school, she signed onto the swim team. He had graduated two years before and was then in some branch of the military. Although diving wasn’t a competition, her coach would ask her to perform high dives for entertainment during some competitive meets. That was the beginning of her swimming, diving and religious interests, all of which continue to this day.
She learned a variety of shop skills from her father in their garage. Her interest in firearms came about around age 12. Her dad was a recreational hunter. He took her with him whenever he wasn’t going out with guy friends who joined him some weekends. He taught her to aim and fire his rifle, revolver and shotgun, all of which he still owns. Soon after obtaining her driver’s license, she was allowed use of her dad’s old pickup truck and began going to a local gun range on her own.
About a year after we married, she took a handgun course offered for the public by that county’s Sheriff’s office. The instructor had been an Army sniper who retired after 20 years and then worked as a firearms instructor for the County Sheriffs office. He befriended her and, when regular classes weren’t being held, taught her intricacies of hand guns on weekend days, down to how to properly clean a gun. She became an admirer of law enforcement but was in a management training position with her first bank that she believed could eventually earn more than that paid by that region’s law enforcement agencies. As an alternative, she signed up for paid night classes to obtain a State license as an armed security officer. The license allows her to carry various weapons almost anywhere in a concealed manner throughout our state and can carry openly if she should ever work as security guard.
She worked part-time nights for a security agency to complete the licensing requirements but hasn’t done that since. She maintains her license. More often than not, she carries a small handgun beneath jackets, loose blouses or sweaters, most often in a hidden holster at the small of her back and sometimes in a shoulder holster. Because of either gun’s size, no one would notices a bulge in her clothing. My dick would be more prominent in my pants if hard. Her boss and the bank’s board members are aware of her concealed-carry license but instructed her not to carry at work unless she had a desire on her own to ever fill in at the security officers’ desk. She doesn’t do that either and says it would be totally inappropriate since obtaining her current position. She has never had to use any weapon for self defense or to defend others, but we don’t typically go to the bad places in any town.
She told me she was in her first year of college when seemingly everything she didn’t know became of interest. Throughout the time we have been married, she has taken short-time, adult-education classes that appeal to her, but most have nothing to do with her work or daily life. I won’t list all those here but she has somewhat more knowledge about astronomy, first aid, various skills and disciplines than me or most we know.
I’m reasonably sure I’ve adequately covered here her sexual background, her motivations to date others and how all that came about, so I won’t need to mention that again. I like that her conversation is interesting when telling me about things she knows, but I’m most excited when she’s out on dates.
These totally unrelated remarks herein are probably of little interest to most but trust this answers your query. I hope taking up this space for that doesn’t annoy others. I try not to do that here or anywhere and won’t bring it up again at this forum.
~ Des
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Des,
You shouldn't worry about annoying others with this type of discussion. I find it fascinating!! It is all a part of the puzzle known locally as Gigi!! I think most of us that follow this thread are happy to hear more about our favorite leg spreader!! I just can't bring myself to call her a "slut"!! I know that some feel she meets the definition, but I just don't see her that way, but I do love the idea of thinking of her spreading those sexy legs!!!!
Thanks for the additional insights!!!!
Rascal
You shouldn't worry about annoying others with this type of discussion. I find it fascinating!! It is all a part of the puzzle known locally as Gigi!! I think most of us that follow this thread are happy to hear more about our favorite leg spreader!!
I just can't bring myself to call her a "slut"!! I know that some feel she meets the definition, but I just don't see her that way, but I do love the idea of thinking of her spreading those sexy legs!!!! Thanks for the additional insights!!!!
Rascal
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Des writes These totally unrelated remarks herein are probably of little interest to most
It certainly is of interest to me, just indicates that you have an exceptional wife who does nothing by halves: I have found that knowing her through the insights you feed us, makes her three dimensional and her exploits so enjoyable.
It certainly is of interest to me, just indicates that you have an exceptional wife who does nothing by halves: I have found that knowing her through the insights you feed us, makes her three dimensional and her exploits so enjoyable.
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I love reading background info and encourage you to sprinkle in more where you feel it’s appropriate.
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Yeah, I'm with those above; the more I hear about her the more I like it.
Then I wanted to say;
Separately, she has had a lot of guys shoot their cum in her cunt. You have never mentioned about looking at her afterwards, about exploring what for many is a totally stunning and completely intimate vision. Any comment?
Then I wanted to say;
This is one of the best things you have written, IMO. You get off big time on her adventures; that She got off to yours speaks volumes.I phoned Gigi and told her. She said she had turned on her vibrating dildo as I narrated my night’s experience and gasped in orgasm as I was winding down my story.
Separately, she has had a lot of guys shoot their cum in her cunt. You have never mentioned about looking at her afterwards, about exploring what for many is a totally stunning and completely intimate vision. Any comment?
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Thank you, Des! When I read my question again and then your answer I realized I my question could have been more clear. But you understood what I was asking anyway. What you wrote was exactly what I meant and my questions that have built up over the past two years were all answered there. A lot of things make sense now. I don't think anybody will be disappointed with that.
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Thank you for giving details of her earlier days, Gigi has never lacked energy, and has not changed in that respect, when reading other threads it would seems that hotwifing can alter a woman out of all proportions, she may frequently surprise, (and delight you) but your wife has overall stayed pretty grounded.
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