My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[Tracey52]

Not upset. I know I got very excited also when Gigi posted but I think we need to be very careful to be respectful if we want to encourage her to post again.

[rascalnvixen]

"Gigi"!! So happy to see you were here on the thread!! You should never feel like an interloper here for the simple reason most of the discussion here is about YOU!! It is quite refreshing to have you join in here, many of us feel like we know you on some restricted level and we cherish the opportunity to hear directly from you. We all have our own visions and thoughts about who you are but our visions are only facilitated by Des' descriptions of you and your activities. Even though he is your number one guy, he can't give us that complete insight into your thinking and desires. Only you can do that and why I'm so happy to have you with us, even if it is only for a limited time frame.

I feel like an interloper here. I don’t do social media but Des said I should drop a line while he’s away. I told him anything I write would be a lot different than what he writes but he said that’s OK. (He may not like what I decide to write - but if not, it is HIS fault I am here anyway.)

There is something else worth my saying. Since he has been writing about us at this website he has sometimes pointed out remarks to me by others who think almost everything we do is wrong or that our marriage is threatened by some men. ..... I’m married to one man for life. When I graduated from college I had limited wants. I wanted to get a job at almost any bank, marry Des and die happy. That’s still pretty much the way I see things except I learned I could be happy with certain other jobs. ..... Nobody other than him has anything I could ever want and he tells me he feels the same. These words are important to me!! They tell me you are a woman of quality and commitment and of strong character that likes to enjoy the thrills life can offer but at the same time you are able to temper those needs for the thrills to preserve that which is more important to you than the temporary thrills!!

Complaints bothered me when I first read some of those here but I get it. I’m sorry about that. Don't ever apologize for your feelings and preferences!!! As far as those commenters who can't accept you have the right to live your life as you and Des decide... I would say "Screw them!!"

The other question was why Rob would invite Des on a camping trip with us when he returns. To me that seemed entirely reasonable but I didn’t know he had already figured out I probably had my husband’s approval. They got along very well when they met and both said they liked meeting each other. I don’t know why that seems so odd to others but none of us have a problem with it. It has happened before. My husband could not write what has happened since last week because he is away. This is an excellent example of mature sexually oriented people recognizing that relationships can be multi-dimensional. Just because you and Rob have sex, it doesn't eliminate the possibility of another facet of the relationship where by you and Des can have a friendly relationship with him where you can enjoy non-sex activities and each other's company beyond sex.

I apologize to anyone who gets offended about anything about our lives. I know our ways could never make everybody happy with me and him if they learned about us. So I try to be careful in whatever I do. Again, quit worrying about what others think!! The only other person you should be concerned about their thinking is DES!! You live your life as you wish and let the naysayers find something else to try to influence.

I don’t feel good about some of the messages my husband gets from people unhappy with us so I won’t be writing much here. I hope what little I passed along today is not boring or upsetting. I tried. So thanks for putting up with me. I cannot write like he does and it isn’t like I can have my secretary re-do these notes for me.  As I've said before, screw them!!! I would LOVE to have you join us here more often! You tried AND you were very successful!!! What really is exciting about you being here with us is the fact that you DON"T write like him!! If you feel you need an editor for your thoughts to be sure they say what you want, but you don't want to have Des do that for you (which is most of what has happened in the past), just send me a message!!! I'd love to be your editor for your thoughts!!!!!

- - His wife for life. 🥰

PS: I had some time to figure out how to change his avatar. I KNOW he won’t like that. Hahaha!!! Oh WELL!!!! I think he will be able to get over it!!! Please don't hesitate to come back and join us!!!

Rascal

[Asterix42]

Great to here from you directly Gigi. Appreciate you sharing on the forum.

[FFDriver]

Well, Miss Gigi, what a pleasant surprise to hear your voice. I hope you'll drop in and add a comment from time-to-time. It sounds like you and Des have things pretty well figured out, and if the two of you are happy, enjoy life and one-another... who could ask for more.

As for negative comments, take them with a grain of salt. Since you're into firearms, it would be akin to gifting someone a pair of sequential serial number, new in the box, H&K P7M8's, and have them complain because they weren't P7M13's.

I hope you'll continued to drop in occasionally, your voice is interesting and refreshing.
'Driver'

[solstice]

Dear Gigi,
I was delighted to read your comments and sorry that you are upset by some of the comments: Unfortunately there are always some who believe they could run your life better than you and your (ideal) husband. the trouble is many dip into, rather than read Des's thread in its entirety, and have not understood the depth of the love and understanding you share.
You write :PS: I had some time to figure out how to change his avatar.
One of the joys of Des's thread s the ever changing avatar, as you have decided not to post photos, the cunningly disguised avatars are a joy and I hope you won't crush them with your dainty (I am guessing) foot.

[aguy4pleasure]

As a man, I appreciate hearing the perspective of the woman. I hope we get to hear more of how you experience your freedom and your relationship with Des.

[Des 31]

I’m home today and getting ready for a trip tomorrow morning with two close younger friends to a wedding out of state. I really liked all those remarks so many wrote after I got around to writing some things about us. That made me realize why my husband likes writing at this website. (One of the funny remarks was about the Heckler & Koch semis. I know each and can relate to that. Good joke.)

Those remarks some call hate notes or unwanted messages have mostly been private messages but anybody can find some here. Just so all know those don’t bother me now. I’m past that.

I was asked for a picture. I can’t do that. Anybody can log into this website. I know enough people from around the country who could fit our descriptions so I am not concerned about what Des has written about us. A photograph could be a problem. I wish I could.

Tracey52 wrote back to HisKelly about her request. She wrote a private message to me and didn’t mean what it may have sounded like. I like both Tracey’s and HisKelly’s messages as much as all the rest.

Thank y’all (does that sound too Southern?) for all you wrote. I will be back home Tuesday and Des will return a few days later. I told him he would need to wait til he is home to hear all I have been doing while he is away - but I have enough notes and a recording for him to write about if he wants. He said his trip is really an adventure and wishes I could have been there. One reason I could not go with him was because of Covid restrictions at the first stop. Because his mother lives there as a citizen he was legally allowed to travel to that first country before going on to that outlying island but not beyond the airport connection for other reasons.

Can’t wait till he returns. (I should have also mentioned that long message from Rascalvixen. I think he really understands us.)

- - Gigi

[JustWantToWatch]

Great to head from Gigi!

[6inches]

You 2 have have such great lives together, after I read your opening remarks I was like Wow!!! This lady is incredible, and its by no accident that you too are so successful. There will always be people for one reason or another that do not agree with you, but I remember a long time ago Des wrote that in the beginning those people bothered him, and thought about quitting writing here, and after some thought and seeing how whose who wrote about how much they liked his writing he decided to stay, (thank goddess he did).

Some day you may be President of that Bank you work for, after Boss man retires.!!! For the record you bring another dimension to the column, please drop in more often. It would be nice to hear from you first hand about goings on.

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[rascalnvixen]

Great to head from Gigi!

Just,

Was that a Freudian slip??? Or an actual wish??

Rascal

[Whosbeensleeping]

Great to head from Gigi!

Just,

Was that a Freudian slip??? Or an actual wish??

Rascal

My thoughts exactly! :-)

[Scotch98]

Thanks for the Updates GIgi, Have Fun this weekend and safe travels.....Cheers

[lookingiansa]

Hello everybody! This is “Gigi.” (not Des – My name really isn’t Gigi but know why I am called that here. He probably has not mentioned a few others we know are now calling me that. That’s another story.)

I feel like an interloper here. I don’t do social media but Des said I should drop a line while he’s away. I told him anything I write would be a lot different than what he writes but he said that’s OK. (He may not like what I decide to write - but if not, it is HIS fault I am here anyway.)

I could tell a few things about him. He does not talk or write about himself much. I have noticed he does not do that when writing here either. He wrote in email he has been in thunderstorms every day since arriving at his final destination and those are expected all the time up until he leaves. The good part is that he says the work he is doing and the people he is dealing with have been great.

He has never been in the first country where he landed but his mother was born there. She is a dual citizen. When his father passed away, his mother moved back to her home country to take care of her older sister who has a disability and other health problems. I feel sorry for Des at times. He is essentially parentless with no immediate family in the U.S. For years he has only talked to his mom by telephone. He didn’t get past the first airport before going on to his main location in a small island country. His mother met him at the airport and was able to visit with him for two or three hours. More than anything about this trip was he wanted to see his mother. He was also at that airport to meet the client business owners going on to the other country. I was glad he could see his mother. His mom’s responsibility in caring for her widowed sister makes it nearly impossible for her to travel to the U.S. to visit us. The high cost of the travel that far away would make it hard for her to do anyway.

Neither of us had ever heard the name of the other nation where he is now. He and I can talk by phone but the 15 hour time zone difference makes it difficult to connect.

There is something else worth my saying. Since he has been writing about us at this website he has sometimes pointed out remarks to me by others who think almost everything we do is wrong or that our marriage is threatened by some men. I suppose others would have to know us to know why that will never happen. I’m married to one man for life. When I graduated from college I had limited wants. I wanted to get a job at almost any bank, marry Des and die happy. That’s still pretty much the way I see things except I learned I could be happy with certain other jobs. Having a lot of money wasn’t important to either of us when we married and even now. He had been a newspaper reporter in my home town and another city before that and like most reporters made less than now. We at first lived in the cheapest rooming house you could imagine and then a couple of small apartments until moving here and buying a home at a bargain. Nobody other than him has anything I could ever want and he tells me he feels the same.

Something I don’t think he ever mentioned is that he is really cheap but I’m thrifty too. I save almost everything I have made since we married except for last year’s home remodeling and whatever car I have bought. The cars we purchased since moving here have been like-new bank repossessions but some probably assume we paid a lot for each. I just paid off the low remaining balances. The dues for clubs I belong to are paid by my employer. Those are nice but except for my gun club I personally wouldn’t spend a dime to belong to anything unless it had some purpose other than pleasure. It’s just the way we are.

I sometimes find he has written something here that is not 100% right but it’s usually razor close. He reminds me that is about the same for all reporters like he once was. He says nobody is perfect and claims he is about as imperfect as anyone can be. (I tell him I won’t argue with him about that last part.)

I know some people who read what my husband writes don’t like us. I will try to answer at least one new question I noticed when I logged in. I don’t really have a good answer for men who write I am totally wrong for not telling every man I meet that my husband approves. I understand the points made. I have my own reasons and opinion for certain things that come about but understand why this and some other things about us makes some angry with me. Most men can’t control their impulses around women single or not. Complaints bothered me when I first read some of those here but I get it. I’m sorry about that.

The other question was why Rob would invite Des on a camping trip with us when he returns. To me that seemed entirely reasonable but I didn’t know he had already figured out I probably had my husband’s approval. They got along very well when they met and both said they liked meeting each other. I don’t know why that seems so odd to others but none of us have a problem with it. It has happened before. My husband could not write what has happened since last week because he is away.

I told Rob about our marriage and the agreement between us on the past weekend. I had intended to tell him anyway but it was he who brought it up. After the first time we had sex when camping, he asked with if I knew Ellis and sort of smiled when he said that. I realized right away he knew something was different about my marriage. The way he grinned when asking me left no doubt in my mind.

I only know one reason anyone would ask that unless it was likely I actually knew someone with that unusual name. I would not have known either if I had not been told once at the former cuckold club and also by a couple we met casually at a swingers lounge. I’m sure very few who are not in open marriages know Ellis is a code for alternative marriage lifestyles (LS or Ellis). I confessed my husband and I have an agreement about Ellis. He is only one of two unmarried men who ever asked me a question about Ellis.

I thought it would be a surprise. Instead I was the one who was surprised when he said he had figured that out from some comments and behavior before we had sex. Rob was pleased to hear it and I felt it was time for him to know. When we realized we were mutually attracted I guess I was too obvious about it. His assumption was a little off. He had thought my husband and I were probably swingers. He had not personally been involved anything like that before but it was not new knowledge for him. He knew two Marine and Navy men when he was in the service who were swingers and one approved of his wife dating other men when he was deployed. I apologize to anyone who gets offended about anything about our lives. I know our ways could never make everybody happy with me and him if they learned about us. So I try to be careful in whatever I do.

My husband doesn’t set rules like some here who write about their married lives. He once told me that if we had done that I might get carried away with emotions in some situations that would cause me to break whatever rules he set. I didn’t believe that but eventually came to think he was right. I have learned sex can cause people to do a lot of things some husbands wouldn’t like. Des is OK with about everything so far. He complained only once about one man but for good reasons and I broke off the relations with that man. I set rules for him though and he is OK with that.

Des predicted a couple of doomsday scenarios about the trip with Rob. I did get two minor bruises on an arm and a leg. It didn’t hurt and I heal fast. I covered both up with makeup for work so others won’t be asking how that happened. I will tell the rest of that story to Des he gets home instead of here. It’s hard for me to write about something like that anyway. I have a LOT of notes.

I don’t feel good about some of the messages my husband gets from people unhappy with us so I won’t be writing much here. I hope what little I passed along today is not boring or upsetting. I tried. So thanks for putting up with me. I cannot write like he does and it isn’t like I can have my secretary re-do these notes for me. 

Here’s one more thing. I play jokes and pranks on my husband. A few nights before he left for his trip, we were at the larger supermarket for some groceries. He wandered away from me, When we finally reconnected I told him it’s too bad he didn’t see me talking to a really good-looking man while he was roaming the aisles. (There was really no such man.) I told Des I approached the guy and said I had lost my husband and asked if he could talk to me a few minutes. The man asked why. I told him because every time I talk to a good-looking guy, my husband appears out of nowhere.

Des really believed that for about one minute.

- - His wife for life.

PS: I had some time to figure out how to change his avatar. I KNOW he won’t like that.

Hi GiGi thanks for the update and sharing a little about Desi that he wouldn't of shared. I hope you will still post things here and Desi will too.

I cannot believe that you get hate mail here of all places. This is a clearinghouse of ELLIS stuff right? Whatever floats your guys boat is up to you and have fun doing it. I cannot believe that people would be that closed minded or presumptuous enough to tell you you are wrong on how you 2 live.

I mean this is Our Hot Wives not Christian Mingle right? Where I could see them getting offended by my profile saying I'm wanting 2 marrird women for a bi mff three-way lol .

Too bad you can't ban them or hell maybe you can IDK. The people you guys get hate mail from thst is. I feel you should shame them by letting us all know who they are IMHO. Put some peer pressure on them, but that's probably against the rules too.

And what Rob said about military hotwives is true experienced it first hand when I was much younger. Remember one time hooking up with hotwife and seeing her husband's Master Sergent uniform hanging. Still didn't stop me, didnt even feel guilty, but sure made her feel as good as I could.

I really got off fucking married milfs when I was 18 to 22 or so. Happens all the time when hubby is deployed. Happened to the married guys in my Infantry Brigade when we deployed and they were back.

Have a safe trip to the wedding in CO, Des wrote about here. And hoping Des has a safe and prosperous trip wherever he is. And can't wait to hear of all your shenanigans when Des returns.

Mr. Lookingiansa

[solstice]

Gigi writes: I really liked all those remarks so many wrote after I got around to writing some things about us. That made me realize why my husband likes writing at this website.


A thread with both husband and wife giving their own particular slant on the lifestyle is such a treat, I hope you catch the posting bug and occasionally reply to comments that strike a chord.

[JustWantToWatch]

Great to head from Gigi!

Just,

Was that a Freudian slip??? Or an actual wish??

Rascal

Well it was a typo... but who WOULDN'T want head from Gigi!?!?!?!

[afagehi7]

Great to head from Gigi!

Just,

Was that a Freudian slip??? Or an actual wish??

Rascal

Well it was a typo... but who WOULDN'T want head from Gigi!?!?!?!

I'd rather watch her deep throat her bosses big cock than give me head.. but I reckon that's why I'm on this site

[rascalnvixen]

Great to head from Gigi!

Just,

Was that a Freudian slip??? Or an actual wish??

Rascal

Well it was a typo... but who WOULDN'T want head from Gigi!?!?!?!

I'd rather watch her deep throat her bosses big cock than give me head.. but I reckon that's why I'm on this site

Just, I agree with you completely!!!! I like to watch, don't get me wrong, but a chance to spend some "Quality" time with Gigi and some sex with the awesome creature I believe she is, would trump watching every time!!! And a lot of other things, too!!!! If I couldn't have direct contact with her then watching her in action with the boss would put me in the chair next to A7!! Keep your hands to yourself A7!!! Hahaha!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

I just logged in for about a minute but wanted to say Des will be back home Friday morning. (I have a lot to tell him when he is back.)

Thank you for all those comments!! Reading those was exciting! Really!

(I changed his avatar again with an old magazine cover I found online - he will probably complain about that one too)

- - G

[solstice]

Rascal writes: Just, I agree with you completely!!!! I like to watch, don't get me wrong, but a chance to spend some "Quality" time with Gigi

Am I a man or a mouse......... (squeak, squeak), I somehow think that Gigi performs well in excess of my capability, the idea is enthralling, but I am a cowardly realist, and would end up with rejection slip attached to my sgian-dubh

[Xalar11]

I just logged in for about a minute but wanted to say Des will be back home Friday morning. (I have a lot to tell him when he is back.)

Thank you for all those comments!! Reading those was exciting! Really!

(I changed his avatar again with an old magazine cover I found online - he will probably complain about that one too)

- - G

That are great news. I know it's maybe a silly question but how much do you miss Des? It would be fantastic iif you would write something about your reunion and reconnection sex? My best wishes

[rascalnvixen]

Gigi,

Thanks for the update and comments here!!! I'm quite sure you and Des are feeling the separation pangs with his long deployment for the company. I hope that makes the reconnection all that much more exciting for you both!!!! And please don't hesitate to make an appearance here on the thread whenever you wish. YOU don't need an invitation!!

Rascal

[Tracey52]

Gigi,

Wish Des a safe trip home for us.

[Des 31]

I’m back, and all went well. Somehow, my time away seemed much shorter than it actually was. I noticed my wife received more responses than I ever have since posting here. I asked where she found that old avatar she replaced. I hadn’t known she has been reading some old pulp magazines online lately.

I was in a conference at the main connecting airport before going on to the northern island nation of which I had never before heard at Indonesia’s outskirts. Being unfamiliar with that part of the world, I found the capital city and other areas are surprisingly advanced.

Most rewarding of all was my mother’s two-and-half hour visit with me at the airport. We email and talk by phone, but that is only the second time we have seen the other in eight years.

At my final destination away, I reconsidered what I have thought as third-world. The client furnished an interpreter to accompany me; but the company’s mid-to-upper level people spoke acceptable or better, accented English, so the predominant Malayan Creole wasn’t a problem. I had not been looking forward to this journey but, for several unanticipated reasons, it turned out more productive than almost any I had before encountered. I would share more here but confidentiality precludes that – so enough about me.

Over the time I have been a member at OHW, I have frequently received follow-up comments and PMs about various omitted details I thought not to be important or of interest to others. At least this once, I’ll include everything I recall. If it’s too much for most, you and the moderators can let me know.

* * * * *

While I was away and had half-seriously requested, my wife kept meticulous notes of her activities in her laptop’s notebook and some in her diary. I haven’t yet read or been told details about two others. She accumulated a sufficient hoard of stories that should thrill me for weeks. After she picked me up at the airport, we had sex within minutes upon our arrival home. My trip was more than business; it was an adventure. Yet, her thrills during that time exceeded mine. Throughout my absence, Gigi was having sex more nights than not.

I should have anticipated one of her jokes upon my arrival. Upon opening the fridge, I found she has taped a black-and-white facial photo of me on a milk carton, along with a sticky note that read, “LOST. Last seen wandering from home 4-16-2021.”

* * * * *

I was pleased to learn my hotwife was “active” while I was gone, but that isn’t surprising. She has a more-than-sufficient list of names on speed dial for sex as needed.

Because Gigi was to leave the same day - but later - as I for her two-night camping and fishing trip with Rob, I called a cab for my early morning flight out. I pretty much knew her mind would be racing. She always experiences a higher state of excitation when about to go on a date with a new guy; but three days and two nights away doesn’t often come about. She also took a week’s vacation from work to attend Jon and Marianne’s wedding on the 24th in Colorado. Our young friends Beau and Sherry accompanied her. Taking those days off won’t affect our vacation this summer; she gets 12 personal-leave days each year, which has accumulated to a sizeable number of unused days over the past few years.

I loved the intricate details of my wife’s notes and a bedroom recording she made for me during my absence. Other than brief and occasional entries in her diary, she has never before done that.

Driving a Four-Runner and towing his 14-foot motorboat and trailer, Rob arrived at our home at four that afternoon. He certainly wouldn’t have been recognized by strangers as an astronomy professor; he was attired in a fringe-leather western coat, gold-and-brown snap-front western shirt, tan jeans and plain, western boots. Gigi greeted him in a denim shirt, khaki field jacket, cargo pants, and hiking boots.

As she and he carried her duffel bag and ice chest to his SUV, he said, “I recall a song that describes you.” As he drove away and recalled the song’s title as “A Long Cool Woman,” she hadn’t heard of it. He said he’s sure the song is older than whatever her age may be. When Gigi got around to telling me that, his comment intrigued me. I intend to search for the lyrics.

An hour later, they pulled into a clearing at the river. Gigi set up their tent while he unhitched the trailer and secured his boat at the water’s edge. His orange-domed tent and padded, vinyl flooring could sleep six and was a tad more complex to put together than the pup tents I experienced as a kid in the Scouts. When he joined her where he assumed he would help finish the tent setting, it was all done. He inflated the air mattress and the two set it in the tent.

They didn’t go out in the boat that night but instead chose to do some fly fishing. She landed an ample-sized Rainbow trout, and the two started a cooking fire on a flat rock that extended some distance into the clearing from the stream. Watching her clean and cook the fish and what she refers to as “fixings,” he grinned and said, “That’s good work. I hadn’t anticipated your setting up the tent so fast or know how to cast. Is there anything you don’t know?” She laughed and said she had a lot of experience with family and friends as a kid.

They were still talking by the dying fire as night approached. She complimented his expansive log home where they had before fucked. He told her he’s leasing it. He has never been a homeowner and had just wanted to know what it’s like. His lease will be up in five months. He found a sizeable home takes up too much time from work, travel, hunting and fishing. He’s likely to instead find another 800-square-foot apartment when he changes residences. Mentioning his time in the military, he said, “Austerity is central to Marines, and I have since kept my life simple.” He surmised he may someday buy a small home for retirement. With his former sergeant’s and university pensions, he should be able to buy whatever he may wish - but went on to say he lacks considerable knowledge about finances and would soon like to talk to my wife about his financial future.

Gigi looked up in awe at the rising of a near full moon and commented the stars were like sparking jewels on a field of black cloth. Amid our city’s artificial light pollution, you can’t get a view like that. He quizzed her to determine which stars she could recognize. She got about half right for the ones to which he pointed.

He said many of her experiences are similar to his with the significant exception he had lived in the northern mid-west, not the south as had my wife. Gigi had never seen snow until she was 17. Before we married, she hadn’t snow-skied, sledded, or thrown snowballs as Rob had when younger. And unlike my wife, Rob had never been on water skis until he was 20 when on vacation with a couple of Marines in North Carolina. He glanced to the stream and said, “Ever swim naked?” She responded, “Not in cool weather like this,” but accepted his challenge to strip down and head to the water. They raced across the darkened river’s distance to the far shore and back. She tells me he can swim as fast as she, and that’s pretty fast; but Gigi was a few seconds ahead when they returned.

They fooled around in the dark by splashing and dunking another for about fifteen minutes, then dried off and went to the tent. His swollen dick bounced as they walked together. The tent’s interior was warmer but she was shivering from the water and cool outside air. She wrapped a towel around her and they settled down on blankets alongside the double-sleeping bag. His dick jerked in evident excitation.

Rob seemed perfectly comfortable with the temperature all the time they were swimming and didn’t bother to cover up. As they talked, she noticed his eyes roaming about the exposed portions of her body. He said, “If you hadn’t decided to go into banking, you could have been a hell of a woman Marine.” She responded, “Maybe,” and that, from what little he has told, it seems a rewarding profession.

When the tent door was zipped up, the tent’s interior was shadowy. He turned on one of two tactical lanterns and asked where she learned to swim that well. She responded and went on to share her background about fishing, sex, guns and more. Most all who live along the Gulf coast in Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama learn at least the basics of firearms and become swimmers. When in middle school, what motivated her to be better was watching old TV reruns of Tarzan and his British live-in mate Jane who swam like champs. The jungle river alongside the family hut was their morning bath. She said, “I imagined myself as Jane.” Her parents and older friends taught her more about life’s skills and shaped her outlook on how “things should be.” His politically conservative outlook virtually mirrors that of my wife’s.

He asked if she had enjoyed the trip so far. She smiled and said, “Oh yeah. Almost as good as sex.” His thick, calloused fingers touched each side of her face. Urging her back onto the blanket above the sleeping bag, he kissed her fully on the lips. Her body trembled as he knelt between her bare legs and guided his cock to her opening.

She wailed as his tool slid smoothly into her wet cunt. Her legs enwrapped his waist as he fucked her slowly. He pressed his lips to hers and she cried out with “Mmphh’s” as he increased his tempo. As he pulled his head away, the two stared wildly at the other as his dick thrust progressively faster into her cunt. As he pounded her pussy, her cuntal walls expanded to accommodate his broad cock. She cried out, “Ohh goddd! Yes!” and stuttered, “You fit perfectly.”

Rob responded, “You’re so fucking hot. I love this.” I’m sure he did. She knows she fucks good and told me he’s equally skilled.

Gigi thinks they were about ten minutes into it before he urged her to her knees. He laid a hand on her spine and entered from her behind. He groaned loudly as he fucked her fast and hard. She massaged her clitoris as his cock thrust into her responsive cunt. At the moment she sensed the frenzy of her oncoming climax, she screamed, “I’m about to cum! Harder!” A billion stars burst throughout the enclosure of their tent as her body exploded in culmination and shouted, “Ohhh fuckkk!”

And moments later, he moaned with a gurgling cry, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming so good.” His sperm spurted deeply into her channel. She hurriedly rotated and thrust her hips, draining his last hot droplets as the two were coming down from their thrills. He rolled aside as she lay on her back and said, “You’re amazing . . . in every way.” She giggled and said, “I’m just another girl in what I’m sure are your many experiences.’ He chuckled and said, “No. You’re amazing.”

They fell asleep early, but she awoke some hours later in the dark, early morning. Sitting up, she turned on his camp lantern. She pulled back the blanket above the air mattress. Although he was still asleep, his dick stood tall, thick, and rigid. His eyes popped open as my wife crawled atop him, straddled his hips, and guided his stiff cock into the mouth of her cunt. Gigi perceives a sense of empowerment over a man when she’s on top and fucking vigorously. He sighed as she rode him and murmured, “Oh yeah. You’re so good, cowgirl.” His widened eyes stared intently at her face as she fucked him. Her body shivered at the sensation of his cock sliding easily through her warm, moist tunnel. She squealed repeatedly but didn’t experience an orgasm on this occasion. Soon, he let out a furious groan and ejaculated again into her pussy. She looked down at him and smiled as he was coming down from his electrifying arousal.

Crawling back under their shared blanket, she said, “Did you sleep well?” He grinned and said, “I will now.”

They were fucking again in the morning before going out in his boat. She caught the first average-sized channel catfish and then another before he brought in one more.” But it was all catch-and-release. They unhooked all and released each back into the stream. He had operated the boat upstream, but she took over the steering handle and throttle control on their way back. When she docked and secured the boat, he said, “Damn, you do everything well.” She laughed, telling him he was overly complimentary. He responded, “Only because you’re overly competent. If all fishing buddies were like you, I wouldn’t have anything to do.”

She told him his flattery was worth another fuck. Among their outdoor pleasures, they shared more intimacies through the following day and night, even once on his boat. I have trouble imagining how that was done on a small fishing boat.

One of those fuckings was with my wife bent forward, her hands braced against a tree alongside their tent. At that moment, his nearby SUV’s disk player was blaring out an old hard rock song, “Bad Moon Rising.’ He removed her boots, unbuckled her khaki pants and pulled them off before slipping her feet back into the untied boots. As he thrust into her from behind, she wore only the boots, denim flannel shirt, and tan field jacket.

She told me the radio’s rock music “wasn’t romantic, for sure,” but it enhanced her excited state as he fucked her, She cried out, “Oh fuck, yeah, harder!” His pants were at his ankles until he had discharged his jizz into my wife. An approximate episode had come about for her before. She once was fucked with her back against a tree while we were on a boat trip with our friends Ben and Liz downriver. She said this was “better” but didn’t mention how or why, and I didn’t then think to ask. I later surmised it was because I and others weren’t around watching as we had before whenwith Ben and Liz.

As best she recalls, they had sex just twice more before he drove her home at around six Sunday night. As he drove, he turned on the SUV’s radio. The first song up was, “On the Road Again.” Gigi laughed and said, “That’s perfect for the trip home.” He said he wished he had a DVD with him for “King of the Road.” Gigi wasn’t then familiar with the song but has since played it for me on our Alexa device. For the reason he had spent some earlier years in run-down hotels and rooms rented by the night, he said the song depicted much of his younger life. I’m sure that song’s words aren’t an exacting fit for his background, but that’s a story I want to hear when I next see him.

Perhaps this relationship may last longer than she or I anticipated. What has held her relationship together for so long with her Boss and young friend Beau has been their undying attention and devotion. Neither ignores her preferences or inconveniences her in any way. When she tells them she can’t see either for whatever reasons, both schedule sex at her convenience. At the workplace, each has supported her professionally and personally; that is similarly true for the board’s chairwoman with who she has never had sex but once made a remark that seemed to my wife as if the woman suspects the sexual relationship between my wife and the bank’s president. Those men recognize her preferences socially, professionally, and sexually. Gigi says that, so far, Rob has seemed to exhibit similar behavior. Time will tell, and I have no objections to whatever she decides.

As they neared home, Rob told her she’s pretty smart and asked if she had any universal wisdom to impart. She grinned and said, “I learn from others, most a lot older. A congressman is said to have climbed a high Tibetan mountain to consult a wise man. At the top, he looked up to the bearded man in a worn robe sitting at the peak and said, ‘Wise man, we need answers. We don’t hold criminals accountable for their actions. We release them from prisons, then blame the police. Crime is exploding. Please give me Words of Wisdom.” The wise man looked down at the congressman with a frown and said, ‘You are an idiot.’”

Rob broke out laughing and said, “Good first lesson. I’ll need more as time goes on.”

She went to bed around eight, awoke at her usual 5:30 a.m., and had a particularly productive day at work. As she and her boss were leaving the office that afternoon, he said, “You were operating on all cylinders today. That was impressive.” Aside from navigating through a string of unanticipated happenings, she had closed a loan for a new-but-major customer who had been referred personally by her infrequent fuckbuddy Ben. This patron is likely to be the bank’s third largest account.

She grinned and joked, “Maybe it’s just that I just had little else to do while my husband’s away.” He laughed and said, “I’m glad that works, but I won’t suggest you to send him away often. My wife and I would miss him too.”

* * * * *

I inquired about a remark she had made before I left on my trip. She had opined that Rob and I have similar characteristics, but I couldn’t determine substantive similarities when the three of us had lunch two weeks before.

She said there’s a reason he and I seemed to “click” at the luncheon. In her view, he and I display what she called “calm and confidence” traits she doesn’t often see in men. Evidently, she didn’t consider how I seem to lose all sense when she’s about to go out on a date or is fucking some guy. I’m anything but “calm and confident” at those times. I’m then a crazed, jerk-off clown. But I later realized the same mannerisms could be said of her boss, with who she has an ongoing affair for longer than any other in her experience. He isn’t quite the same either when they’re having sex with my wife.

That’s a motivating insight I hadn’t before considered as a reason she hasn’t tired of fucking her boss. I doubt any extramarital relationship could be more dependable and unyielding than theirs.

* * * * *

Tuesday morning, her 22-year-old fuckbuddy Beau walked the length of the bank’s top floor and knocked on my wife’s office door. He closed the door behind him and handed her a document given him by his finance supervisor for her to look over. He said his fiancé Sherry’s former flight instructor Oliver was flying his two-engine, private plane to the city’s private airport around noon for business reasons. With Beau’s enthusiastic approval, Sherry and the man have had sex twice since he and Sherry became engaged. He is unaware Beau approves of him fucking her.

The night before, Oliver had phoned Sherry while Beau was at her apartment and asked if she was free Tuesday night. She told him she wasn’t sure what her fiancé was doing that night but would phone the guy back.

Because neither she nor Beau had plans that night, he encouraged her to accept the date. Over time, Beau has become much like me in that way – a milder version of a cuck. My wife assumes her ongoing relationship with him and her has brought both him and his fiance Sherry to our way of thinking; but that had never been Gigi’s intention.

Beau said Sherry’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she called her former instructor and told him she was looking forward to seeing him again. Beau was at her apartment before she was to leave for her date and Sherry asked him to “Fix me up sexy for him.” He bathed her in the bathtub and dried her off as she stood naked with her arms extended. He styled her hair. She picked out her clothing for the night and told Beau to dress her. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. Sherry said, “Oh no, no, no.” She sternly instructed him not to jack off while he watched as she added makeup and eye shadow. “Save it for Gigi,” she said. They walked together to her car and she said, “A really hot man will be fucking your girl tonight. I’ll tell you all about when I see you again.”

The night I arrived home from my assignment, Gigi laughed when she told me Beau and Sherry like their partner-sharing arrangement. She added with a mischievous grin, “I guess you fully understand.”

Yeah. I do.

Gigi left the front steel gate open that night. She had showered and dressed in a white cotton buttoned blouse, navy blue skirt, flat heels and no bra. Having taken all that extra time for Sherry, Beau pulled into our driveway a half hour later than intended. They kissed deeply at the front door and sat alongside the other on the stools at the bar separating our living room and kitchen. Sherry had told him before leaving to meet Oliver she was pleased he would be screwing my wife on the night she was dating another. As I have done for my wife on occasion, he had meticulously helped Sherry prep for her date and admitted he found that exciting. Gigi could tell. His stiff dick protruded against his jeans the moment he walked in.

He said, “Me with you - And Sherry with him - That sort of makes her and me ‘swingers,’ doesn’t it?” My wife laughed and said, “I suppose so.” She told him of our experiences when talking with couples in that lifestyle at a local swingers’ night club we have attended a few times. He found it fascinating but said he likes the way he and his fiancé now have things set up. He said, “I can’t yet wrap my mind around meeting couples from online ads. Maybe we can do that someday, just not now.”

She led him to our couch where they went on with their conversation. Beau said, “You have taught me so much about life. You really are my second mom.” Gigi felt her face become warmly crimson at his comment and said, “I love you, my little Baby.” He whimpered and said, “I love you too, Mommy.”

His soft comment allowed her to recognize what he now wanted. She unbuttoned her blouse, exposing a breast to him. He removed his clothing as she watched and blew him a kiss. He lay onto the couch on his back, his head on her lap. She leaned forward to permit a breast into his mouth. He eagerly nursed her firm globe. Gigi murmured a “Mmmm” and stroked his face as he nurtured the fullness of her breast. His tongue swirled around her swollen nipple.

Their “mom-and-son” make-believe sessions come about only occasionally but - to me - are strangely satisfying to each of them. If I hadn’t long known about this, I couldn’t have guessed he had those urges; it doesn’t fit his personality as I perceive him.

I can’t say I fully understand it or just what was in their minds when it began, but both love these odd moments together. Yet, I’m pleased he and she have found something each seems to need. She and I cannot have our own biological children for the reason of Gigi’s past tubal ligation, but she has come to regret that operation had been necessary when it came about. For that reason, I’m pleased that Beau fulfills her motherly impulse. My wife openly tells me everything about her extramarital liaisons; but she didn’t get around to telling me about these “family time” sessions until awhile after it first began at Beau’s and Jack’s shared apartment when the two young men were undergraduates.

But I don’t judge. My wife often says she has learned since fucking others that all men and women are different in some ways. I instinctively know that’s correct. She and I are “different” too. Most men would not, or could not, tolerate my and Gigi’s marital accord that allows her the sexual freedom to accommodate our shared needs.

Beau’s dick remained swollen throughout their role playing. My wife was now trembling and breathing heavily. She glanced aside to see his stalk standing tall and straight like a ripe cucumber. She reached to curl a hand around his staff and stroked slowly. She said, “Do you want to fuck Mommy?” With her tit in his mouth, he feebly hummed, “Mmm hmm.” She led him to our bedroom, turned on the overhead fan’s light, and told him to remove her clothes. She leaned back to rest her hands on the dresser behind her. He removed her skirt, shoes, and socks but said he would like her not to remove her unbuttoned blouse. I don’t know why.

As she stood before him, she spread her long legs and said, “Make Mommy happy.” He knelt as commanded and caressed her hips as his tongue lashed her clitoris. The feel of his warm, wet tongue electrified her cunt. She gasped, “I love my boy so much it hurts.” He looked up at her and sighed, “I love you too, Momma.” He stood, took her hand, and urged her to the bed. He crawled between her splayed legs and guided his cock to her pussy. She gazed down as his dickhead parted her cuntal folds and lifted her hips to allow him full access to her cunt.

She squealed and shuddered as he thrust fully into her. Their bare flesh slapped rhythmically like a metronome. Each stared at the other’s open-mouthed face as he fucked her madly. Her hips gyrated in response to his plunging cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kicked his buttocks as he plowed her furrow. My wife has said to me about some sexual experiences, more as a joke than with any seriousness, “But I was thinking about you the whole time.” Of course, I know I couldn’t possibly be on her mind when she’s fully into sex with another guy, so I laugh when she says that. It’s really just her and him and no one else. And that’s the way I like it.

She massaged her clitoris as his dick thrust through her cunt and was soon cumming with a shout. By then, Beau had regained his dominate composure. He rolled my wife over to her knees to embed his cock into her pussy from behind. He said, “Is it good for you too?” She braced her hands onto the headboard and cried out, “Fuck, yes. You know I love this.” No more than a minute or two passed in their doggy position. His hips slapped against her buttocks and he moaned he was about to cum. Her head swung side to side as he groaned and his seed emptied into her cunt. Tears streaked her cheeks as she sobbed, “It’s so good with you.”

They lay aside, gasping, then in conversation about whatever came to mind. Neither mentioned their earlier moments as imagined mom and son. It seems to Gigi those pretenses fade from his memory the moment their fantasy sessions have ended. He once told Gigi he similarly enjoys nursing his fiancé Sherry’s breasts, but “it’s not the same” with my wife. He claims he has told Sherry about that play-acting with my wife and she had responded, “That’s so sweet.”

They shared sandwiches and drinks from the fridge and returned to bed. My wife sucked his semi-tumescent dick as he told her about his weekly night and Saturday morning classes at the university where he is working on his masters in accounting. His cock had risen to almost full staff at the moment he came again. She swallowed, grinned, and said, “Thanks. I need the protein.” Before he was to dress and leave around nine-thirty, he told Gigi that he would have slept fitfully that night had he and she not had sex. When his fiancé is out with another guy as she was that night, his mind is on what the other two might be doing and saying to the other. Gigi grinned and asked if when Sherry is on a date he’s home jerking off like I do when he and she are fucking. He blushed and confessed, “Yeah, I am. It’s pretty exciting.”

They shared a long kiss at our front door as he departed. Still naked except for her blouse, she watched him back out of our driveway, then punched the wall button to close the front gate. He was at work the following day but scheduled to be off Thursday through Wednesday to attend Jonathan’s and Marianne’s wedding with Sherry and my wife in Colorado. Gigi also would not return to work until the following Wednesday.

Rob phoned the next morning to ask if he could come over after his classes ended that afternoon. She didn’t go into as descriptive a narrative, but he stayed overnight. They fucked repeatedly in our marital bed and once on our living room floor. “He has amazing stamina,” my wife said rather unnecessarily; anyone who can fuck that much in a single night is a champ in my view. He left around 6:30 the following morning. Gigi said, “The camping trip was fun, but that night was more comfortable in our bed.” I didn’t ask for details; I’m sure he dicked her well. Because of the upcoming wedding, she could not attend Rob’s next Saturday morning class, which otherwise would be followed by his plowing her pussy at his place. Their fucking that night made up for the interruption.

That wasn’t all that happened here during my absence, but I’ve been writing for a while. Unless something else interferes, I will get around to the rest within a few days. I hope the length of this didn’t put some to sleep.

* * * * *
The Friday before Gigi, Sherry, and Beau were to fly to Denver for the wedding, those 22-year-olds stayed overnight at our home to drive to our place before the flight. And, of course, they had sex that evening. Sherry was the aggressor this time when having sex with my wife. Gigi enjoyed the submissive role, which she doesn’t often get to play when balling other women. Beau watched and stroked but had the discipline not to ejaculate before fucking both women. They were asleep at midnight, up at 5:30. My wife drove them to the airport and left her car in the long-term parking garage.

The flight didn’t take long and the three met up with Jonathan, Marianne, and others at the church outside Denver to prepare for the ceremony. Beau was one of four groomsmen, and Jonathan’s friend since middle school served as best man. Except for Beau’s shoe size, he wears exactly my clothing size. I have two tuxedos for formal work or social affairs, one black, the other with a white summer coat; but I have few occasions to wear either. So that Beau wouldn’t need to rent a tuxedo, he wore my black suit, formal shirt, and gray tie, which Gigi took to the cleaners upon their return. Sherry and my wife each had appropriate dresses for the event.

The reception following the wedding was held at Marianne’s parents' home, and some 25 guests attended for the reception’s cake-cutting and speeches. At Beau’s request, Gigi had written some remarks for him to deliver while the three were on the plane. I’m told he must have memorized every word and, in my wife’s opinion, his delivery was superb. Over the time she and he have been having sex, Gigi has taught him the principles of public speaking, some of which she learned from me. I learned at an early age from my late father, an accomplished public speaker and a great salesman for the defense contractor for which he worked his entire career.

* * * * *

When picking me up at the airport Friday morning, she said, “I missed you a lot.” Knowing she must have had sex at least once, I said, “You mean every minute I was gone?” She gave me a tight-lipped, sensuous smile and said, “Well, okay, there were a few diversions here and there.”

She often adds to her confessions as a joke no one would believe, “But you were on my mind the whole time.” This time, she skipped that part but said she had a lot of sex while i was gone. I grinned and responded I like knowing others can fill in for me. I don't want her to be lonely whenever I'm traveling.

Beau called my cell phone while on his way to his morning class and welcomed me back. He said my wife had given a Thursday morning talk to some group leaders and four new employees. Beau’s supervisor approved his attendance and Gigi was the only speaker. One of her topics had to do with folks applying for loans that are clearly nothing more than a gamble. Before she went on, a new-hire interrupted by raising his hand and asked for an example of “a gamble.”

She answered his question but first paused with a grin, and said, “My brother gambled away his car in Reno . . . The folks at Hertz were furious.”

The group roared in laughter. And, of course, she doesn’t have a brother.

I think this was writeup has been about a two and a half hour endeavor, with Gigi occasionally looking over my shoulder and telling me, “Tell our people here everything,” as she filled in some details. I asked what she meant by “our” people. She said that’s the way she feels after all the nice messages she received from her short contributions to this thread.

I’m cutting this off now and am going to fuck her brains out again. I may get around later to telling a bit more about her trip with Beau and Sherry for the Colorado wedding while I was away. I haven’t yet heard some details about that. But, as it is, this must be the longest of all I have yet written here anyway. Thanks for reading.

~ Des

[snooper56]

Glad you are back.

Gigi was very busy but it sounds like she's very glad you are back. I'm sure there are more stories to come.

[Tracey52]

Glad you’re back safe and sound and in Gigi’s arms again. Also, thanks for getting online again so quickly. Gigi had told us you were due back Friday so it helped with the wait knowing the timeline. I’m glad your trip went well and that you had some time with your mom. It was a huge, unexpected but great surprise when Gigi filled in for you. I’m glad she found it a pleasing experience, so please encourage her to do it again whenever she wants.

Loved your post. Never apologise for it’s length, pun intended, we love to read everything you write, the more detail the better. I can remember myself the weekend Gigi was camping with Rob looking up at the night sky at the stars and the moon thinking Gigi is at camping on the other side of the world having wild sex with Rob but looking at the same moon and stars.

Can’t wait for further posts. Hope the jet lags not to bad and your taking some recovery time off work to catch up the weekends you missed as well as the wedding.