My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything

[Des 31]

And Ctrl and 0 (that's a zero, not an o) to return to the normal screen size.

Those are words from a talented PC'er.

[Fotodom]

Funny, good remarks. Yeah, we have had sex. I haven't posted our activities for several days mostly because so much happened in a short time the length would probably have put some to sleep when reading. If I can find a way to summarize it all in an interesting way, I'll be back soon.

DAMMIT, Des, PLEASE post MORE. MORE MORE MORE!

Please, and thank you. I so look forward to your and her story, it's Amazing

[SutterKane]

(I get complaints about almost everything I write here. So, in the event someone here was in any way connected with the military JAG corps, don’t complain about the spelling above of “court-martialed.” It’s commonly spelled as “martialed, martialled, marshaled or marshalled.” They’re all considered acceptable by any competent English teacher, regardless of his/her bias. I have my own writer’s preferences when terms vary.)

~ Des

Des, pedants got to be pedantic! You write clearly and concisely and are trained in writing and composition. I have no quibble with your word usage at all.
Sutter

[afagehi7]

Des - post it no matter how long. One of us can do a follow-up TLDR post but it's not going to be necessary. Your writing is fantastic. Truly an art form.

[Mr ablondemilf]

Yeah, we have had sex. I haven't posted our activities for several days mostly because so much happened in a short time the length would probably have put some to sleep when reading. If I can find a way to summarize it all in an interesting way, I'll be back soon.

~ Des

We never get tired or bored with your narrative about your hotwife and her encounters. We will all be patiently waiting for your summary of her adventures.

[6inches]

ok DES we Will be here waiting!!

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[Des 31]

My wife and her boss are fucking in the room next to me. I’m sitting at my computer and wearing nothing but the shirt I wore to work today.

A series of events have come about over the past three weeks. While in bed a couple of nights ago, my wife said, “Maybe I’ve been having sex with others too often again.” I asked whether that means she didn’t enjoy it. She admitted it’s been fun, just “too busy.” I responded with whatever she wants to do is up to her but I’ve been supercharged by her frequency.

Tonight, her boss followed her to our home after an hour and a half meeting with some bank supervisors. I had assumed she would turn down any sexual requests for at least another week but realize that’s difficult to do with a superior who does as much for her as he has. She phoned me from the parking garage to tell me he was coming over for a while.

The three of us had a casual three-way conversation about their work and plans to go to dinner with him and his wife next Friday night. They undressed in our living room while I watched from our recliner. I dimmed the table lamp alongside me and took off all but my shirt. She was on her knees sucking his dick for several minutes before they left me to walk naked together down the hallway. I’m neither bi nor gay but couldn’t help staring in fascination at his rigid, sizeable cock.

For two reasons, their voices are clearer tonight than when I listen and jerk off outside our closed bedroom door. Their sighs and moans carry moderately through the fiberboard separating our marital bedroom and the computer room where I’m sitting at my desk. But tonight, she perhaps unintentionally left the bedroom door ajar and my door is open to the hallway here in the computer room.

Because of year-end responsibilities at the bank, neither thought they would be having sex often, if at all, until January. But this is their second time in two weeks. Their last was on his office couch after work hours on Monday. Their sexual unions have been more typically about once a month.

* * *

My wife broke off her newest relationship with an insurance adjuster for reasons I wouldn’t have anticipated. She went to his place an early evening with the intention of staying only a couple of hours. When she removed her top coat at his place, he was upset to see her shoulder holster and firearm she had worn to the gun range that morning. She hadn’t before told him she’s licensed as an armed security officer. As mentioned here in the past, that came about after completing a series of adult-education courses. With the exception of spare time she volunteered nights thereafter with a friend to qualify for licensing, she has never actually worked as a security officer. She and the adjuster had sex that night but he spoiled it by persistently whining how he gets upset around guns. She came home to tell me, “That’s over. I won’t be seeing him again.” She doesn’t have a problem with differing opinions but says she can’t relate to someone who’s that distressed over a defensive weapon.

I asked if she would miss him. She shrugged in indifference and said it takes more than a stiff dick to retain her interest.

* * *

I just heard her howl, “Yes! Yes! Oh my god!” through the wall separating us, so I‘m sure her boss is fucking my wife mightily. The bed is rocking and our recently loosened headboard is banging against the back wall. I need to have that fixed. The enthusiasm she’s relishing with his big cock deep in her cunt is making me envious. I could watch on my computer through our bedroom’s cams but my imagination of their fucking is better by far.

Although he and I are on a first-name basis, she puts “Mister” in front of his last name even when they’re having hot sex. He refers to my wife as “Mrs.” I have to stop typing here at times and stroke my putz, which is hard as rock candy right now.

* * *

On the first Friday night of this month, her two student guys were at our home. That’s the first time I have been invited to join her and anyone fucking her. The three of us fucked her separately and watching as one rode my wife. Jack and I leaned back against our bedroom dresser and stroked our tools as we watched her and Beau moaning and lustily united. She found our excited comments distracting and suggested he and I leave them alone a while. We walked naked to the darkened living room where we sat on the couch and listened to her screams as Beau plowed her pussy.

Jack said he can’t get over how “perfect” is my wife, saying, “It’s like she has no flaws.” I told him he thinks that because he doesn’t live with her, that everyone has flaws. He went on to tell me of the last time she was at their apartment. He and Beau fucked her as a threesome. At one point both their dicks were simultaneously inside her cunt, her back laying onto Jack as Beau fucked her from above. As he went on with his graphic narrative, the two of us jerked our dicks and his eyes were wide and wild when looking down at my hand pumping my tool. That moment was something of a male bonding session. He said, “I’m really thankful for sharing her.” I said I should instead be thanking him and Beau for their contributions to our marriage. He liked that.

What I didn’t confess was something I now wish I had. I’m unsure of all the reasons I like other men fucking my wife, but I know a couple of things for sure. I get an ego boost knowing she is so hot that other men want her. In her relationship with those two guys, it’s a particular thrill that guys that young think she’s a hot and desirable woman. Actually, my wife likes that aspect about their relationship as well. My other certainty is that for some reason I like my wife being the boss in whoever she wants to have sex with. I have never lacked confidence about that. I know other men are no real threat to me. I have had fleeting moments of insecurity at times but those don’t last.

I’m less sure about another feeling. I think I get a subliminal charge out of another man taking control and give my wife the time of her life. It’s like they own her when their dicks are plumbing her depths. At least, I think that’s true about me. It’s certainly a “letting go” as he takes my place in the bedroom for a while. I want that for her but want the other guy to thrill to fucking my wife as well. I don’t know if that’s a form of generosity or something deeper that I can’t quite understand. Either way, her men appreciate it. Jack once told her when they were fucking it would break his heart if the relationship ended. I’m unconvinced it would be that devastating, but he and Beau clearly feel an ongoing need for sex with her. Each time they’re together, it seems neither can get enough.

He had a surprise my wife hadn’t told me about. She agreed to allow Jack to snap four pics with his smart phone of Beau fucking her at their apartment. She doesn’t even want me to take pics when she’s having sex and has never allowed another guy to do that. Jack promised to email me the photos and I received those a day later. My wife said that was a one-time event for them only and she won’t repeat it for anyone else. She is confident they won’t show those to anyone else.

We stopped stroking before cumming and minutes later, Beau and my wife came out and asked Jack and me to again join them. Because she had plans for the following morning, they had to leave around two a.m.

She told me the following night she liked me being in the mix and said, “We need to do that again.” I don’t know when that might be. She plans to stop by their apartment after work one day next week for a couple of hours with Beau while his roommate Jack is attending a three-hour night class. Both guys are busy prepping for finals coming up next month, but Beau pleaded with her on the phone he needed the release and she complied with the understanding he wouldn’t slack off on his studies.

When she told me that, I asked if she believed Jack might be jealous. She grinned and said, “I might stay late and wait for him to get home.” I laughed and said I thought that was very generous of her.

* * *

As has happened in times past, her newest encounter was by chance. This came about at a local builders supply store a few days later. We decided some rooms in our home needed repainting and she wanted something different, most of which rooms are essentially “real estate beige.”

She stopped off on her way home from work at the chain store to look at some paint samples. A man standing near her in an aisle of paints, brushes and rollers looked aside to her and said, “I noticed you’re trying to make a decision about colors. Maybe I can help. I’m a painter.” She told him she was thinking about doing the job herself but a pro could probably do it better. He said painting is a form of interior decorating and each room of a home should reflect its purpose and the personalities of the homeowner. He went on to say, if she were interested, he could come by with some color samples and make some suggestions.

When I arrived home from work, she asked how late I would be at the office for our monthly partners’ meeting the following day. That Tuesday would be later than usual. I was sure we wouldn’t be through until at least ten. She said, “A painter is coming over for an estimate on our rooms and bringing some color samples at 6:30. I’d wanted your input.” I told her I would go along with whatever she decided but could look over the color samples the following day if she wished.

She told him that because we both work, he would need to do the job over two or three Saturdays. The timing worked out for her. Things going on at the bank where she works resulted in her and her boss splitting his responsibilities until late January. They’re usually fucking about once a month but both agreed those projects won’t allow much time for a while. Neither had planned on tonight’s romp. And although her two student fuck-buddies keep in touch with her by phone, both are mostly busy with studies until mid-December final exams. Lately, my wife has been regularly fucking those three separately and mentioned to me she would “miss having their dicks during this dry spell.” She added with a giggle. “But you’ll do.”

She didn’t get around to telling me the more interesting part of her chance encounter with the painter until we were in bed that night. The two had left the store about the same time and their vehicles were only a couple of cars apart in the parking lot. She walked by as he had set his purchases in the back of his van and stopped to thank him for his help.

He asked her how long she had been married and responded, “I wish my own relationships could last longer.” Until recently, he had been dating a dancer at a local club and the few months they had been together were typical of his romantic experiences. His girl friend was fucking the club’s owner the entire time they were together. The young woman made no secret of that or her occasional hookups with female dancers she has worked with.

My wife grinned and said, “Variety is an advantage to single life. Dancers tend to stay fit, so I’m guessing the sex was good.” He laughed. Her comment allowed their back-and-forth banter to be open and he clearly enjoyed it. Men she doesn’t work with learn that talking with my wife is much like talking with other guys. She enjoys swapping sexual topics and jokes as much as most men.

She checked her Mickey Mouse watch, said she should get home but invited him to come to our home for an estimate and help in selecting our room colors. He said he would be free the following evening around 6:30 and agreed he could work Saturdays to fit her work schedule. I didn’t ask what the guy looked like but realized from her remarks she found him appealing.

I told her I’d phone before leaving the office in the event they ended up in bed. She laughed and said that isn’t likely agreed but my phoning first to make sure is a good idea. I suspected she felt it was more likely than not.

She arrived home from work at five and was in the shower when the phone rang. She wrapped a towel around torso and walked to our bedroom to answer. The painter said he had finished his job earlier than expected, wasn’t far away, and could come by at 5:30 if okay with her. She had just blow-dried her hair when he rang the doorbell. She grabbed her terry cloth robe from the closet and greeted him at the door.

The way in which it happened, she didn’t think to turn on our surveillance cameras to record his visit but would tell me everything when I got home that night.

They sat together on our couch, looking over his color charts. A portion of a leg was bared through a part in her robe and she noticed he repeatedly glanced down at the narrow opening as they talked. As she pointed to one sample, her hand brushed across his. Because neither moved their hands away, she recognized their touching was as electrifying to him as to her.

She showed him through the five rooms to be repainted. He gave his suggestions from his color samples as they went from room to room. The final room was our master bedroom. She said, “I’d like something exciting for this room.” He agreed, “Yeah, a bedroom is special.” He suggested not changing it much but that, in his opinion, a rose-tint would be more pleasing.

She thought a moment, and then agreed, “I like that. We think alike.” They stared at the other a half minute. Her lips parted. He leaned to kiss her fully on the lips and they embraced. He urged my wife’s back onto our bed. He untied the belt to her robe and parted her legs. His tongue lashed her clitoris as she laid her ankles atop his shoulders. Her head thrashed side to side and the longer he mouthed her cunt, her lust went into overdrive. She cried out for his cock.

He withdrew, grasped his cock and guided his dickhead to the mouth of her pussy. She looked down wild-eyed at his shaft entered her opening. She whimpered as it sank full depth in her tunnel. His first strokes were slow and steady. She eagerly rotated her hips and wrapped her legs about his hips as he banged her. His dick slammed into her like a battering ram and her heels kicked his buttocks. She repeatedly screamed, “Oh fuck yes! Yes. Yes,” as she banged her.

As she later told me in bed of his fucking her, I madly jerked off. She was cumming with a yelp moments before his lava erupted into her cunt. He rolled aside. Smiling, she said to him, “I like the way you give estimates.” He responded, “You’re my new best customer.”

She asked if he had been jealous that his former dancer-girlfriend had been having sex with her boss during his time with her. He said, “Not really. I don’t know how to explain it, but I kind of liked knowing she was getting it from him. I liked her stories about her times with other dancers about as much.”

My wife doesn’t often tell guys who are likely to be short-term hookups that I’m aware she has sex with other men. But his admission left an opening for her to confess, “You’re sort of like my husband in that way. He gets pleasure from knowing I’ve had sex outside our marriage.” He wanted to know more, but she refrained from admitting more than a couple of experiences in her past. He asked whether I participated (“No”), watched (“A few times”), and whether I would mind if he fucked her while I was home. She said, “Not if you don’t. He won’t insist on being in the same room.” I’m sure there was more to that conversation but that’s about all I was told.

He asked if her husband minded if she went out on a date with him. She told him that could be arranged but best if not in town and not overnight on their first date. He asked her to think about a Friday evening out with him to a night club at the nearest town south of us on a night this month. She gave him a “maybe,” dependent upon her schedule.

They fucked once more as she sat on our kitchen counter and agreed he could start painting our rooms the following Saturday. She said, “And I know what we can do during your break times.” He found that funny and said, “Sounds better than a cup of coffee.”

* * *

My meeting was over at ten and I phoned to ask if it was all right for me to come home. My wife said he had left about a half hour before. She was still in her robe when I got home and we went straight to bed. I jerked off as she related her experience with the painter and was cumming hard the moment she narrated her hot response to his dick first entering her.

* * *

She seemed obsessed with seeing him again. She didn’t actually say that but I could tell he was on her mind. When we were fucking the following night, I asked if she was thinking about him. She said, “Yeah. Having sex with a new man different than with guys I see often.” She breathed hard as I pummeled her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she said nothing else until we were both cumming, when she howled out his name and cried, “I love your cock.” I think that was meant for me but my thought it was actually about him seemed hot, and I didn’t ask.

I finally met him Saturday morning when he arrived to paint the first three rooms. I was set back a bit. He’s in his 40s and an exceptionally ripped, good looking guy, three inches taller than my 5’11” wife. I haven’t had pangs of jealousy since our first year of her having sex with others but after talking with him a few minutes, that feeling washed over me. I don’t like that feeling as I once did. It made me feel inferior in some way that day, but I didn’t to admit it to my wife. I got over it.

Around noon, he crawled off his ladder in the living room, removed the coverings from the furniture and said he was going to lunch. My wife said to me, “Is it okay if I take him to lunch in my car?” He looked curiously at me. I shrugged, saying, “Sure. I have some things I can do in our home office.”

They were gone for a bit more than two hours. She stopped by a fast food place and they had lunch off road in the nearby forest, where he fucked in the back seat of her car.

When he finished for the day around 4:30, she led him to our bedroom. I put on my parka and walked to the end of our street, crossed the intersecting road and roamed a while through a forest path.

He’s returning a week from tomorrow to finish up the job. My wife thinks they might get together a night before that.

It’s been quite a while since she has had this many dicks in so short a time and she says she wants to spend December only with me. I like that, but either way I’m fine with whatever she wants to do. Although she and her boss think they’ll be too busy to get together again until January, I don’t know how she could turn him down if an opportunity comes about. Her birthday is coming up December1. As a joke to Beau and Jack, she said when the three were in bed, “I hope you don’t mind having sex with me when I’m an older woman of 33 next month.” They rolled over laughing at that. Jack said, “We could start calling you Mom.” She giggled and said that sounds really incestuous. Jack grinned and said, “Whatever it may be, the three of us can handle it.” Beau chimed in, “Seems like an interesting family tradition.”

* * *

There was a bit more to their harebrained conversation, but I should stop here. A moment ago, her boss grunted loudly he was coming again and she cried out something indecipherable in response. That means he’ll be leaving shortly and there isn’t much more to add anyway, so I’ll wrap this up here and stop stroking.

And - I almost forgot an upcoming visit I could mention before signing off. Beau’s parents are coming to his and Jack’s community college graduation ceremony and will spend the night with us after their son and his friend Jack head for home that day. For reasons mentioned here before, we aren’t sure how that’s going to turn out but we will enjoy seeing them again.

Was pleased to share the above but don’t have time to edit for any typos or unnecessary remarks that might have shown up above. I may have rambled a bit but hope this wasn’t too long to hold your interest. I need to get dressed before he leaves and thank him for showing my wife a great night.

~ Des

[subtoall]

Wow!!! What an incredible life you live. It's such a gift that you share so much of it with all of us here. Wonderful post. Thank you.

I finally met him Saturday morning when he arrived to paint the first three rooms. I was set back a bit. He’s in his 40s and an exceptionally ripped, good looking guy, three inches taller than my 5’11” wife. I haven’t had pangs of jealousy since our first year of her having sex with others but after talking with him a few minutes, that feeling washed over me. I don’t like that feeling as I once did. It made me feel inferior in some way that day, but I didn’t to admit it to my wife. I got over it.

I quoted this paragraph because I found it intriguing and really hot. That feeling of inferiority can be the most erotic rush if you lean into it and trust yourself to let go with it in your imagination. It can be like a spotlight aimed on your vulnerability as the loyal and (mostly) monogamous husband of a desirable woman with many lovers. Try to play with it. It can be truly exquisite. But perhaps you're just not wired that way. What a shame if that's the case!

[Des 31]

Wow!!! What an incredible life you live. It's such a gift that you share so much of it with all of us here. Wonderful post. Thank you.

I finally met him Saturday morning when he arrived to paint the first three rooms. I was set back a bit. He’s in his 40s and an exceptionally ripped, good looking guy, three inches taller than my 5’11” wife. I haven’t had pangs of jealousy since our first year of her having sex with others but after talking with him a few minutes, that feeling washed over me. I don’t like that feeling as I once did. It made me feel inferior in some way that day, but I didn’t to admit it to my wife. I got over it.

I quoted this paragraph because I found it intriguing and really hot. That feeling of inferiority can be the most erotic rush if you lean into it and trust yourself to let go with it in your imagination. It can be like a spotlight aimed on your vulnerability as the loyal and (mostly) monogamous husband of a desirable woman with many lovers. Try to play with it. It can be truly exquisite. But perhaps you're just not wired that way. What a shame if that's the case!

Thank you for pointing that out. You’re absolutely right about that.

When I first encouraged my wife to have sex with other men, the idea that I would feel jealous, insecure or somehow inferior to another guy hadn’t even occurred to me. I’m basically a confident guy who had never been one to compare myself to others unless I felt I needed to improve in some way. But when my desire for her to enjoy sex with another man actually came to fruition, that was the first time I truly realized that I will always encounter some men who are superior in some ways. I ‘m sure all of us know that anyway but it was far more pronounced when an exceptional man was fucking my wife.

I occasionally receive PMs here from guys who notice I’ve occasionally responded to postings in the cuckold section and want to know if my tendencies lean toward what is more commonly known as cuckoldry. They ask questions along the lines of whether I have a desire to be dominated by my wife’s sexual partners, whether I suck their dicks and don’t admit it openly here and similar questions. I don’t really fit in that category, but I can understand the tendencies of those guys because of my earliest experiences mentioned above.

I learned then that the jealousy I felt actually increased my excitement when another man was hotly fucking my wife and I realized she was far more excited and animated with him than when my dick is inside her. I didn’t admit my feelings at the time, but we eventually got around to talking it over. She admitted that to be true but reminded me our first years together were also more exciting for each of us. Over time, sex with the same man in marriage is still enjoyable but doesn't have the intensity as in new relationships.

After perhaps a year, those feelings began to dissipate. And now, I can’t say it never happens but it’s a rare occurrence and rather short-lived. I don’t get the same “high” that I did at first from that feeling of “I’m must be a lesser man than that guy who now owns of my wife.” That early jealousy, mixed with the sexual pleasure of voyeurism, was a thrilling experience. The men about who I mostly felt that way were the sort who had more stamina, were longer lasting, particularly good looking, had some exceptional status or other admirable features. But I came to learn that none of those has much, if anything, to do with her enhanced pleasure. A couple of the most ordinary guys have been among her favorite sexual partners. My principal pleasure now is that other men give her the time of her life and I enjoy knowing I'm giving those men my most prized possession to enjoy for a while. And, in turn, that excites me beyond almost anything I can imagine.

The jealousy mixed with the excitation of watching your wife be fucked by someone else, or knowing she’s being fucked when you’re not around, was great back then. But now, I don’t like it. Thankfully, it doesn’t happen often. But having gone through it, I fully understand how other guys who never want to lose it feel and think.

~ Des

[Des 31]

This morning, we again had a conversation about why sex with other guys is better if I'm not in the same room.

My wife left for nine rounds of golf with three retired guys she has known about a year and after that is going over to a masseur-fuckbuddy’s place for a rub down. Before leaving, she and I were talking over breakfast. I asked if her sex with her two young student buddies, Beau and Jack, is still as intense as it had been at the beginning. She said it’s sort of casual when with the two of them but still fun. When she’s alone with just one of them, it’s more powerful and passionate. She said that’s the reason each lately has been coming to our home separately more often, or she will go to their apartment when one or the other will be out for a while. She added, “We’re more concentrated on the other that way.”

That made sense to me. She enjoys sex with another guy when I’m not in the same room with them. During that first year she began fucking others, I wasn’t exactly the best of voyeurs when watching. Being new at it, I occasionally would ask when jerking off that either her or her guy to do something in particular, like asking her to get on top of him. The second or third time that happened with different men, she laughed as his cock was deep into her cunt and said, “My husband thinks a ‘director,” doesn’t he?” The guy looked over at me grinned. She turned to me and said, “It would be better for us if you left the room.” I think I turned red with embarrassment. I sheepishly said, “I guess so,” and went to our guest bedroom where I finished jerking off. They hadn’t planned on him staying the night with her, but they enjoyed it so much she told him she wouldn’t mind if he wanted to do that. She didn’t bother to inform me of her change in plans but I heard them fucking across the hall through the night and soon realized he wouldn’t be leaving until morning.

It was probably around nine-thirty a.m. when they came out of our bedroom to join me for breakfast at our kitchen table, and he left not long after. As he was pulling out of our driveway, she said, “I didn’t mean it to be like I throwing you out, but you were pesky last night. I can get more into it if you aren’t in the same room.” I didn’t want to turn her off on our new adventures and said I’d keep my mouth shut in the future. She said it would still be better if I regularly slept in the other room those nights and went on to explain pretty much what she said about it being better when alone with either of her two young fuckbuddies. Most times, unless on rare occasions she tells me otherwise, my sleeping apart from her and other guys has been our routine since that day.

I have read stories here by husbands who write they couldn’t handle if they weren’t in the same room when their wives are fucking. I can understand that but it doesn’t work for us. I told her as she was about to walk out the door this morning that I understand why it’s better when alone with a guy. She gave me a “See you later” peck on the cheek and said, “That’s another thing I love about you. You understand me.”

Her comment was either to give me a warm feeling or an expression of a sincere sentiment. Either way, I feel pretty good about it right now. If my guess is right, she should be getting that massage about now. She looks forward to fucking after each of those full-body rubdowns and that will be an "alone time" too since I won't be there.

[Xalar11]

Her comment was either to give me a warm feeling or an expression of a sincere sentiment. Either way, I feel pretty good about it right now. If my guess is right, she should be getting that massage about now. She looks forward to fucking after each of those full-body rubdowns and that will be an "alone time" too since I won't be there.

Does this man she looks forward to have sex with this other guy after this "full-body rubdowns"? Or that she Looks forward to return home to you and have full sex with you after these " full-body rubdowns?

Excuse this personal question, but it's often a theme in your thread, that sex with others is better and more exciting for your wife, so what about your wife's orgasms when she has sex with you? Has she never intense sex also with you, does she never moan loud during sex with you? I mean aren't you able to make her cum when you fuck her with your cock? (Excuse my crude language)

Your a great writer, I always enjoy very much reading your posts.

[Des 31]

Her comment was either to give me a warm feeling or an expression of a sincere sentiment. Either way, I feel pretty good about it right now. If my guess is right, she should be getting that massage about now. She looks forward to fucking after each of those full-body rubdowns and that will be an "alone time" too since I won't be there.

Does this man she looks forward to have sex with this other guy after this "full-body rubdowns"? Or that she Looks forward to return home to you and have full sex with you after these " full-body rubdowns?

Excuse this personal question, but it's often a theme in your thread, that sex with others is better and more exciting for your wife, so what about your wife's orgasms when she has sex with you? Has she never intense sex also with you, does she never moan loud during sex with you? I mean aren't you able to make her cum when you fuck her with your cock? (Excuse my crude language)

Your a great writer, I always enjoy very much reading your posts.

Yeah, she looks forward to sex with him following the massages. That relationship has been covered elsewhere a while back in this thread, but for some time it's been infrequent between them. No need to apologize about the language. She and I have hot sex but it's admittedly better when she's telling me the details of her extramarital romps.

Thanks for the compliment above. Glad to have you on board here.

~ Des

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

Good to see you writing again, my friend!!! You should NEVER worry about how much you write at a time because I think everyone who follows your thread finds your writing exceptional and very entertaining and sensual. I think we all like your story and the way you present it that it wouldn't matter if it was two full screens in length!!

Speaking of the little green monster, do you think the jealousy you felt with the other men she has been with has brought back the feelings you had when you first started your relationship? In other words, does the jealousy of her fucking another man like the painter cause you to remember and reignite your passions for her as you had years ago??? Jealousy usually goes hand in hand with excitement for what THEY are doing but also a remembrance of what you two used to do together. Is that a feeling you get when that little green monster jumps up?? The painter's sudden arrival on the scene and his obviously great presence and very pleasing whole package for your wife is certainly a new twist for you. It's easy to see why you would feel a bit unbalanced by this sudden twist. Glad you are feeling better about all of this as far as he is concerned!!

You didn't say when Beau's parents are expected to visit. I assume it is not this weekend but next weekend on the 22nd & 23rd of November. I'm really interested in this part of your story and how it will play out. I'm pretty sure it will be a very memorable visit for all of you!!!

Always looking forward to your next post!!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Des,

Good to see you writing again, my friend!!! You should NEVER worry about how much you write at a time because I think everyone who follows your thread finds your writing exceptional and very entertaining and sensual. I think we all like your story and the way you present it that it wouldn't matter if it was two full screens in length!!

Speaking of the little green monster, do you think the jealousy you felt with the other men she has been with has brought back the feelings you had when you first started your relationship? In other words, does the jealousy of her fucking another man like the painter cause you to remember and reignite your passions for her as you had years ago??? Jealousy usually goes hand in hand with excitement for what THEY are doing but also a remembrance of what you two used to do together. Is that a feeling you get when that little green monster jumps up?? The painter's sudden arrival on the scene and his obviously great presence and very pleasing whole package for your wife is certainly a new twist for you. It's easy to see why you would feel a bit unbalanced by this sudden twist. Glad you are feeling better about all of this as far as he is concerned!!

You didn't say when Beau's parents are expected to visit. I assume it is not this weekend but next weekend on the 22nd & 23rd of November. I'm really interested in this part of your story and how it will play out. I'm pretty sure it will be a very memorable visit for all of you!!!

Always looking forward to your next post!!!!

Rascal

Hi Rascal. Good to hear from you (as always).

I think that feeling was generated by a few differing things. This guy is a good bit taller than my wife, I'm an inch shorter than her 5'11". He's one of the best looking guys I've encountered anywhere and in my line of work, I've met many. My wife has a teasing way about her when she's going out on a date or a guy is coming to our home (or coming in our home). She carries on with remarks like, "Is this what you imagined when you first wanted me to fuck other men?" - or, "Your wife is going to get fucked tonight. He is sooo good at that. I've been thinking about it alll day." Doesn't matter which guy it might be, she's that way when talking to me about any of them. It's in good fun, of course, but sometimes that creates some imbalance for me. And then, there's her admiration of his obvious knowledge of interior decorating and his handyman skills, the latter of which persistently impresses her. I'm one of the least handy guys I know away from a pen, paper or computer. Part of the reason for that sort of admiration is that she's pretty handy with tools herself. (Uh, I mean not just guys' "tools.")

But yeah, I'm okay with it. Just takes an hour or so for me to get my head on straight. I admit to some extra degree of excitation when I think about it. I guess that goes with the territory in this hotwife life. I wouldn't want to change a thing.

Beau and Jack's community college mid-year graduation is the day of December 14. Each will be attending the local four-year university for the next two years and both are considering graduate school another two years. It's my understanding if I understood him right that a Masters is required if Beau is going to be a CPA. His parents will be here Friday through Sunday and maybe Monday, but their son and his roommate are going home soon after the ceremony. We won't make any plans at any time around that weekend. My wife suspects any number of scenarios and I think they're all correct in some way. I'd put money on his dad fucking her before they leave and for me and his mom, well ... maybe.

Thanks for writing.

~ Des

[Fotodom]

AAAHHHHhhhhhh, you had me worried for a bit; this last is Excellent. Thanks!

I'd put money on his dad fucking her before they leave and for me and his mom, well ... maybe.

Exactly what I was thinking, except I'd go with the wife licking his cum out of her also. Damn, you have an amazing life.

[afagehi7]

Des,

Good to see you writing again, my friend!!! You should NEVER worry about how much you write at a time because I think everyone who follows your thread finds your writing exceptional and very entertaining and sensual. I think we all like your story and the way you present it that it wouldn't matter if it was two full screens in length!!

Speaking of the little green monster, do you think the jealousy you felt with the other men she has been with has brought back the feelings you had when you first started your relationship? In other words, does the jealousy of her fucking another man like the painter cause you to remember and reignite your passions for her as you had years ago??? Jealousy usually goes hand in hand with excitement for what THEY are doing but also a remembrance of what you two used to do together. Is that a feeling you get when that little green monster jumps up?? The painter's sudden arrival on the scene and his obviously great presence and very pleasing whole package for your wife is certainly a new twist for you. It's easy to see why you would feel a bit unbalanced by this sudden twist. Glad you are feeling better about all of this as far as he is concerned!!

You didn't say when Beau's parents are expected to visit. I assume it is not this weekend but next weekend on the 22nd & 23rd of November. I'm really interested in this part of your story and how it will play out. I'm pretty sure it will be a very memorable visit for all of you!!!

Always looking forward to your next post!!!!

Rascal

Hi Rascal. Good to hear from you (as always).

I think that feeling was generated by a few differing things. This guy is a good bit taller than my wife, I'm an inch shorter than her 5'11". He's one of the best looking guys I've encountered anywhere and in my line of work, I've met many. My wife has a teasing way about her when she's going out on a date or a guy is coming to our home (or coming in our home). She carries on with remarks like, "Is this what you imagined when you first wanted me to fuck other men?" - or, "Your wife is going to get fucked tonight. He is sooo good at that. I've been thinking about it alll day." Doesn't matter which guy it might be, she's that way when talking to me about any of them. It's in good fun, of course, but sometimes that creates some imbalance for me. And then, there's her admiration of his obvious knowledge of interior decorating and his handyman skills, the latter of which persistently impresses her. I'm one of the least handy guys I know away from a pen, paper or computer. Part of the reason for that sort of admiration is that she's pretty handy with tools herself. (Uh, I mean not just guys' "tools.")

But yeah, I'm okay with it. Just takes an hour or so for me to get my head on straight. I admit to some extra degree of excitation when I think about it. I guess that goes with the territory in this hotwife life. I wouldn't want to change a thing.

Beau and Jack's community college mid-year graduation is the day of December 14. Each will be attending the local four-year university for the next two years and both are considering graduate school another two years. It's my understanding if I understood him right that a Masters is required if Beau is going to be a CPA. His parents will be here Friday through Sunday and maybe Monday, but their son and his roommate are going home soon after the ceremony. We won't make any plans at any time around that weekend. My wife suspects any number of scenarios and I think they're all correct in some way. I'd put money on his dad fucking her before they leave and for me and his mom, well ... maybe.

Thanks for writing.

~ Des

For a CPA additional credits are required beyond the bachelor degree. Most schools created a MACC program with the idea as long as extra credits are needed why not get them a master's and collect their tuition. I don't think the Masters is required but it just makes sense since they have to do the extra accounting related credits (not MBA) anyway. Accounting degrees are business degrees so, after GenEd and the business core, there just isn't enough discipline specific training (I dealt with this in IT). That's how it worked when I was a professor in the college of business back in 2013 up north. Most schools have it structured to get them the BBA (bachelor of business administration) and macc in 5 full-time years. I used to teach accounting information systems in the macc program...

[Des 31]

Des,

Good to see you writing again, my friend!!
Rascal

Hi Rascal.
Beau and Jack's community college mid-year graduation is the day of December 14. Each will be attending the local four-year university for the next two years and both are considering graduate school another two years. It's my understanding if I understood him right that a Masters is required if Beau is going to be a CPA.

~ Des

For a CPA additional credits are required beyond the bachelor degree. Most schools created a MACC program with the idea as long as extra credits are needed why not get them a master's and collect their tuition. I don't think the Masters is required but it just makes sense since they have to do the extra accounting related credits (not MBA) anyway. Accounting degrees are business degrees so, after GenEd and the business core, there just isn't enough discipline specific training (I dealt with this in IT). That's how it worked when I was a professor in the college of business back in 2013 up north. Most schools have it structured to get them the BBA (bachelor of business administration) and macc in 5 full-time years. I used to teach accounting information systems in the macc program...

Thanks for the clarification. That sort of experienced information is why I don't like making definite declarations on matters of which I'm not knowledgeable. I'm sure my wife's friend knows that but I had no more information beyond that of occasional conversation with him. I would normally look something up like that before even mentioning it, but I was just sitting here typing at my computer as my wife's boss was about to leave and didn't have the time before hitting the "submit" button.

A psychologist I once interviewed told me of a study a group once researched on the IQs of various common professions (attorneys, teachers, etc.) and found that CPAs on average had the highest IQs of all studied. I asked if certain high-IQ groups like physicists were included; he told me those would not be a part of that sort of study because of the limited number of professionals in fields like that. As a one-time accounting instructor, you're probably somewhere in that higher group. (Journalists in general, like I then was, didn't score so high and I wasn't at all surprised by that.)

~ Des

[afagehi7]

Des,

Good to see you writing again, my friend!!
Rascal

Hi Rascal.
Beau and Jack's community college mid-year graduation is the day of December 14. Each will be attending the local four-year university for the next two years and both are considering graduate school another two years. It's my understanding if I understood him right that a Masters is required if Beau is going to be a CPA.

~ Des

For a CPA additional credits are required beyond the bachelor degree. Most schools created a MACC program with the idea as long as extra credits are needed why not get them a master's and collect their tuition. I don't think the Masters is required but it just makes sense since they have to do the extra accounting related credits (not MBA) anyway. Accounting degrees are business degrees so, after GenEd and the business core, there just isn't enough discipline specific training (I dealt with this in IT). That's how it worked when I was a professor in the college of business back in 2013 up north. Most schools have it structured to get them the BBA (bachelor of business administration) and macc in 5 full-time years. I used to teach accounting information systems in the macc program...

Thanks for the clarification. That sort of experienced information is why I don't like making definite declarations on matters of which I'm not knowledgeable. I'm sure my wife's friend knows that but I had no more information beyond that of occasional conversation with him. I would normally look something up like that before even mentioning it, but I was just sitting here typing at my computer as my wife's boss was about to leave and didn't have the time before hitting the "submit" button.

A psychologist I once interviewed told me of a study a group once researched on the IQs of various common professions (attorneys, teachers, etc.) and found that CPAs on average had the highest IQs of all studied. I asked if certain high-IQ groups like physicists were included; he told me those would not be a part of that sort of study because of the limited number of professionals in fields like that. As a one-time accounting instructor, you're probably somewhere in that higher group. (Journalists in general, like I then was, didn't score so high and I wasn't at all surprised by that.)

~ Des

Des - that was just informational for you so you can have a better idea of what they are doing. CPA differs from state to state I think (like the bar exam) so it may be different. Thanks for the flattering comment but I'm pretty average below and above the belt.

I know you can't post pictures of your wife but your house sounds interesting. I'd love to see the survival room. I'd love to have one but houses don't have basements down here in Savannah.

Can't wait to hear about your next hotwife adventure. Things with the contractor moved along pretty quickly. Will he be in the rotation after he's done? Also, the parents are staying with you. Do you think your wife may duck the husband? There was a thread on here about a hotwife having a father and son... maybe you'll be posting there?

[SutterKane]

She gave me a “See you later” peck on the cheek and said, “That’s another thing I love about you. You understand me.”

Her comment was either to give me a warm feeling or an expression of a sincere sentiment. Either way, I feel pretty good about it right now. If my guess is right, she should be getting that massage about now. She looks forward to fucking after each of those full-body rubdowns and that will be an "alone time" too since I won't be there.

Des, you're getting what you need from her fucking better cocks, and she is, by god, getting what she wants and needs from fucking other men! When two people find that their kinks compliment each other so well, they should thank god above they have each other! My wive and I are in that very situation with our kinks. We couldn't be luckier to have each other!
Sutter

[rascalnvixen]

Des,

All this wife sharing is mostly serious business but, me being me, have to share a moment I had today that made me think of your wife. I was riding in my pickup and was listening to the satellite radio when a song came on that was recorded in 1969, before you and your wife were born. Why did I think of her?? The lyrics of the song "Want Ads" by the artist known as Honey Cone. The opening lines are "WANTED: Young men, single and free. Experience in love preferred but will accept a young trainee! Oooohhh" With her fucking her boss (experienced) and Beau and Jack (young trainees) those lyrics just screamed your wife's story!!!!!! So, I know your curiosity will demand you to hear the song, so here is a link to it. Just eliminate the noticeable odd spaces . ht tps://www. youtube. com/watch?v=r0V9K0ERzRo

Enjoy!!!

Rascal

[Des 31]

Hi Rascal.
It's my understanding if I understood him right that a Masters is required if Beau is going to be a CPA.

~ Des

For a CPA additional credits are required beyond the bachelor degree. Most schools created a MACC program with the idea as long as extra credits are needed why not get them a master's and collect their tuition. I don't think the Masters is required but it just makes sense since they have to do the extra accounting related credits (not MBA) anyway. Accounting degrees are business degrees so, after GenEd and the business core, there just isn't enough discipline specific training (I dealt with this in IT). That's how it worked when I was a professor in the college of business back in 2013 up north. Most schools have it structured to get them the BBA (bachelor of business administration) and macc in 5 full-time years. I used to teach accounting information systems in the macc program...

~ Des

Des - that was just informational for you so you can have a better idea of what they are doing. CPA differs from state to state I think (like the bar exam) so it may be different.
* Thanks for the flattering comment but I'm pretty average below and above the belt.

* * I know you can't post pictures of your wife but your house sounds interesting. I'd love to see the survival room. I'd love to have one but houses don't have basements down here in Savannah.

* * * Can't wait to hear about your next hotwife adventure. Things with the contractor moved along pretty quickly. Will he be in the rotation after he's done? Also, the parents are staying with you. Do you think your wife may duck the husband? There was a thread on here about a hotwife having a father and son... maybe you'll be posting there?

Your manner of expression tells me you’re smarter than you herein claim, but I never argue with others’ opinions.  But your questions allow me to write some things that probably wouldn’t otherwise have made it to these pages.

* About the survival shelter, you wouldn’t need a photo once I explain it; it appears to be a rather ordinary living area. My wife and I decided a while back not to refer to it as a survival room or a bomb shelter, which was its actual purpose when the late engineer and his wife had the place constructed. Not long after we moved in, we had shown it to a few who thought having a survival room to be a weird idea. So we began calling it, “a subterranean guest apartment.” I think I mentioned here once before that my wife had it enhanced by a building contractor and recommended decorating. Nowadays it looks like a two-room apartment with a refurbished kitchen, sizeable supply cabinet, and living room in one section and the bedroom in the second, along with a relatively small bath separated by a curtain, which my wife is considering replacing with a door and frame. The original owner had added a clever waste-disposal system that’s annually tested by our plumber but is otherwise unused. I have seen several small rental units that look much the same.

Then, there’s this, as one of my wife’s many peculiar ideas. Not long ago, she found online a door that looks like a bookcase to hide its purpose. She wants the door in our garage that opens to the stairs replaced with that. I think that’s odd, but anyone who has been reading these pages for a while probably realizes her interests and ideas differ from mine in many ways.

After a contractor’s considerable remodeling, it’s appearance now is nothing like that of the sparse interior at the time we first moved in. We rarely tell anyone of its existence. The water’s supplied by a well on the property we have almost never used. It’s down a flight of stairs from a hidden door in our garage and is stocked, thanks to my wife’s odd tendencies, with at least a year’s supply of survival foods and supplies. The remodeling contractor told us these structures were common in this region at the time the home was built but suspected the engineer who then lived here designed it himself for the reason it has unnecessary but convenient complexities he hasn’t seen elsewhere.

The few we have been taken down there since its remodeling don’t assume it has any purpose other than that of a place for visiting guests. An exception was once when we first showed it to a couple who had just taken us out on an overnight boat trip. We got a laugh when the husband said, “Wow, you could live here comfortably for a year as a bomb shelter.” My wife said, “Okay, you’ve got us. That’s what it really is.”

* * About the painting contractor, she assumes that’s a particularly temporary relationship. He’s the sort that frequently rotates girlfriends. He told her he wishes his relationships lasted longer, but she has concluded his personality is such that he really doesn’t want any long-time entanglements.

He invited her to go out with him to a club where his last date works is a dancer. She usually won’t go out with another man locally to avoid being spotted by anyone we know, but this is an out-of-the-way club of the sort that no one from her bank, our church or elsewhere which anyone we know would be attending. He had been talking by phone with his former dancer girlfriend, told her about meeting my wife, and she wants to meet her. He’ll finish up his work at our home on Saturday. Of course, their having sex overnight is mutually understood; so after their date out, she tells me they will either go to his place or return to our home. I’ll be sleeping in the guest room Saturday night and jerking off while his dick is in my wife. Because this is something of a casual relationship, that’s likely to be her last date with him.

* * * About her friend’s parents, I recall having read that narrative here you mentioned about the father and son. I suppose it’s possible we might have a comment to leave there. My wife feels certain both her friend’s parents want to swing with us, something she isn’t be willing for me to engage in with any other couple. Having met the two, I can understand her personal and physical attraction. Although she has long been adamant about me not being with another woman, she “thinks” she considers them as an exception. I’m unsure of what’s different in her mind about them, but I’ll eventually puzzle it out by the time they’re in the area about a month from now.

I’m not that confident things will go that way, but we both like them, and I’ll enjoy their company as will she.

Thanks for writing.

~ Des

[Des 31]

She gave me a “See you later” peck on the cheek and said, “That’s another thing I love about you. You understand me.”

Her comment was either to give me a warm feeling or an expression of a sincere sentiment. Either way, I feel pretty good about it right now. If my guess is right, she should be getting that massage about now. She looks forward to fucking after each of those full-body rubdowns and that will be an "alone time" too since I won't be there.

Des, you're getting what you need from her fucking better cocks, and she is, by god, getting what she wants and needs from fucking other men! When two people find that their kinks compliment each other so well, they should thank god above they have each other! My wive and I are in that very situation with our kinks. We couldn't be luckier to have each other!
Sutter

Thanks for that, Sutter. I'm pretty sure from many other responses that not all either understand or would want our situation but it works for us.

~ Des

[Des 31]

Des,

All this wife sharing is mostly serious business but, me being me, have to share a moment I had today that made me think of your wife. I was riding in my pickup and was listening to the satellite radio when a song came on that was recorded in 1969, before you and your wife were born. Why did I think of her?? The lyrics of the song "Want Ads" by the artist known as Honey Cone. The opening lines are "WANTED: Young men, single and free. Experience in love preferred but will accept a young trainee! Oooohhh" With her fucking her boss (experienced) and Beau and Jack (young trainees) those lyrics just screamed your wife's story!!!!!! So, I know your curiosity will demand you to hear the song, so here is a link to it. Just eliminate the noticeable odd spaces . ht tps://www. youtube. com/watch?v=r0V9K0ERzRo

Enjoy!!!

Rascal

Thanks a bunch for that. My wife listened to it and said, "Sounds sort of like my old ad. Or our lives."

~ Des

[Des 31]

I'm sitting at the airport and leaving in an hour for an overnight trip for the firm. Our mechanic and my wife haven't had sex for the past few months, but she stopped off at his shop on her way home yesterday afternoon to visit a few minutes. She told him I'd be out of town tonight and he asked if she was having another guy over. She told him he could come by after both are off work if he wants. He said that would be great.

She called my cell phone to tell me he phoned a few minutes ago to confirm the time and they decided he would be spending the night at our home. I told her I was glad she wouldn't be alone but will talk to her whenever she finds time to phone me tonight. I'm sure I'll be jerking.

[Des 31]

My wife phoned my hotel room an hour ago, and our occasional car mechanic is fucking her tonight. I knew he was going to be staying overnight with her, but she had other news.

Her 20-year-old boyfriend Beau’s mom called her earlier while the guy’s dick was still inside her. His parents drove up to take their son and his roommate Jack to dinner. His mother said Jack had told them something that she and his dad are very pleased with but added she preferred Beau to tell her what that was. That made each of curious as to what that would be, but I guess we’ll find out eventually from Beau.

I asked how things were going with her fuck-buddy tonight. He came over around six after closing his shop. They went out for a quick meal at a fast food place and he’s been fucking her since they returned home. She told me how good it was to have him with her for the night added, “And you’re masturbating, aren’t you?” Both when I said, “I’m not ready to finish yet, but I’m stroking and enjoy hearing how things are going there.” Perhaps four minutes passed for the entire call before she said, “We have things to do. I’ll call you tomorrow morning before work.”

I should arrive home around 5:30 tomorrow and told her I look forward to fucking her while she tells me about their night together.

I’m sure they fucking again my now. I’m going to go to bed early and finish what I started on the phone.