Apparently the last 2 guys was a bit much for her. Saturday and Sunday she was moving a bit slow. So I asked her what was going on. She was in an unusually talkative mood.
ME: "You’re walking a bit funny, what's going om?"
HWR: "The 2 guys Gayle had lined up for me was a bit too much."
ME: "In what sense?"
HWR: "They were a bit 6bigger than I'm used to, not too big that I couldn't handle them but a bit bigger, and one guy had the fattest cock I think I'd ever seen."
ME: "I thought you like fat cock."
HWR: "I love fat cock."
ME: "OK."
HWR: "The combination of 2 guys after a week full of sex, 2 big guys and the fat dick was a challenge. But these guys fucked me relentlessly for what seemed like forever but just under 2 hours. I mean they just pounded the hell out of me."
ME: "I thought you like that."
HWR: "Yeah, I do. They kept switching back and forth and I kept giving the fat cock lube. But it was non-stop. I mean only seconds between switching. These guys have done this before."
ME: "OK."
HWR: "I mean I came tons, can’t even remember how many times, maybe dozens."
ME: "Sorry I missed it."
HWR: "You want to see me used like that?"
ME: "If you enjoy it so do I."
HWR: "I did, that's for sure. When they were done with me I was sweaty, cummy and full of lube."
ME: "I didn't know any of that when Gayle dropped you off."
HWR: "I showered at Gayle's, I couldn’t stand myself."
ME: "OK."
HWR: "Ya know, I really am a slut."
ME: "Yes you are."
HWR: "Doesn’t it bother your that your wife, who is supposed to be exclusive to you, her husband, has sex with other men?"
ME: "Absolutely not, I love every moment. How do you feel about it?"
HWR: "Exactly the same."
ME: "Even after a pounding like that."
HWR: "More so, I solidifies that I am a true, honest to goodness slut, a whore."
ME: "Yeah you are. I can’t imagine going back to our old lifestyle."
HWR: "Neither can I."
ME: "My only regret is that I can't get in you without sloppy seconds or more."
HWR: "Yeah I'm sorry for that as well. But at least you do get in me."
ME: "Ok, now that we see you may have a limit......"
HWR: "Back up the bus. I didn't say I had a limit I just said I was sore for all the fucking."
ME: "It feels like that was what you were alluding to and I was wondering if the GB we have set up for next week is gonna be too much."
HWR: "Wow, it’s next week already. How time flies."
ME: "And?"
HWR: "And nothing, we remain scheduled. I will cut back this week to make sure I'm ready. I was think of not this Monday anyway due to my soreness."
ME: "Are you sure?"
HWR: "Yes I'm sure. I'm looking forward to all those guys using me.
ME: "I am as well."
HWR: "Good we’re on the same page."
ME: "Let me see what it looks like."
HWR: "What look s like?"
ME: "Your well used pussy, that's what."
She dropped her pants. I got on my knees to look and lick. She was a bit too sore for me, I have facial hair it was too irritating. She apologized.
The entire week was dead as she was too sore for any activity. Friday she started to feel better.
Sometime during the week I mentioned how her attitude had changed particularly in regards to the term slut. She said yes it had, now just the thought of being a slut is exciting and every time she hears it she gets a sexual charge.
She had several points of contact during the week but turned them all down being too sore. And she said she wanted to make sure to be ready for the GB setup up for 9/8.
Friday 8/30 Mr. commuter's black work colleague called for a Monday 9/2 visit that since it was a holiday and he was off work he wanted to spend the day with us (he always says us never her). She said it's likely to be a plan she'd let him know.
Things came to a screeching halt, thank you Dorian. We're under mandatory evacuation orders and the community is in 'lock-down'. We're not leaving as we've done in the past.
So we look forward to another week of no-sexual activity for HWR, she's very disappointed. Without consulting her I called off the GB for 9/8 but kept the alternate date. When I told her I called it off she was pissed as all get out and before I got to tell her that it was on for 9/15 we had a donnybrook. When I finally got to tell her it was too late, the damage was done. She went to the bedroom and locked the door. I was relegated to the guest bedroom.
The following day she tentatively apologized for being so angry, but blamed me for it. This weekend I read an article about RBG advice to J'LO and A-Rod for a healthy relationship, "sometimes you need to be deaf". I took that advise and by the end of the weekend things returned to normal.
So here it is Tuesday 9/3. All community amenities are shut, if we leave the community we won't be able to get back in. Like house-arrest we're 'trapped' in our home. In the old days that would be a signal for non-stop sex. But that was then and this is now.
She had to refuse Monday offer due to lockdown, he said he couldn't anyway due to evac orders, and road reversals.