The Wife Part Eleven - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Eleven

... the way to find your next boyfriend.”

“I already have a boyfriend. He’s just not available right now. Come on, here’s an empty table. We should grab it before someone else does.” She tugged his hand toward a chair.

“Did Tom send you here tonight? He has been pleading your case like a Philadelphia lawyer lately.” John’s head was spinning; what in hell was I doing? This is not supposed to feel this good. I swear, she’s a witch casting her spell on me. I want her to take me home and make love to me all night.

“God bless him. He and the boys have been keeping me sane these last few weeks. I’ve been expecting to get the papers served any day. It’s like awaiting the guillotine to fall. But seeing you here now, I can’t believe we will separate.” Somehow, mysteriously, her hand was resting on his thigh. It felt warm and wonderful, and his cock was responding. He should leave.

John started to get up, but her hand stilled him, “John, I know that I have wronged you, but I also know that we belong together, and I will do whatever it takes to be a good wife again. We can fix this.” Her voice was calm, strong, and sincere, much as it had been over years of dealing with the many crises that occurred when raising a family.

“When you are ready, I will be waiting, and no other man will tempt me to stray. I love you; you are my soulmate. Please don’t make me wait too long; I’m getting older as we speak.” She leaned in and kissed him, then went and spoke briefly to her friends ...

... and left the bar.

John sat for a while finishing his drink, his mind in turmoil. The bar was too noisy for serious contemplation, so he left. He didn’t immediately start his engine; he just sat in the quiet dark. This mess was all his doing, all this sturm und drang, now involving their sons and his friend Tom.

How in hell had he expected her to act? First, he told her it was OK to fuck other guys, and then he got pissed because she enjoyed it.

Sure, she might have been more circumspect and not raved about her young stud; his ego didn’t need to be crushed. But the truth is the truth: he might not be the hottest lover out there. His phone beeped with a text: “I loved being with you tonight. Let’s do it again soon. Sleep well. I love you.”

He drove home and found Tom awake, reading a book. John made drinks and sat with him. “Tell me, as someone who cares about Blanche, how did it feel when she told you about fucking Jim?” Tom was quiet for several moments.

“John, not to complicate your life just now, but I have to tell you that I love your wife; you probably already know this, I suppose.” John didn’t speak. “Even before my wife died, I had feelings for her but never acted on them. Then, after Yvonne was gone, Blanche was so caring and concerned for my welfare, trying to get me through the mourning period.

“When you suggested that I try to seduce her, I jumped at the chance, and when she began to respond to my overtures, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I ...