The Wife Part Six - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Six

... didn’t like it. “Sorry, that was uncalled for. Let’s try to resume our monogamous life for a while until I get my head around you and Tom.”

And they did. For the next few weeks, things went back to the old ways with only subtle changes. One was that Blanche was superbly attentive to John’s welfare; another was that their sex life was improved especially because she regularly gave him head and swallowed his loads, and he paid particular attention to licking her pussy until she asked to be fucked.

Things were benign between them. However, John couldn’t rid his brain of images of her sucking Tom’s big dick, especially on evenings when they were at choir practice; and it aroused him. He often greeted her return with his hard cock in his hand wanting sex. One such night she sat beside him on the den sofa.

“You’ve been thinking about Tom and me again, haven’t you? Do you think we’ve been fooling around? What were we doing in your mind, fucking? You know I don’t want to fuck in the back seat of his car.” She slowly stroked his cock. “Or was I sucking his big beautiful cock while he fingered my wet pussy? Did I take him into my mouth, like this?”

She bent down and slid her lips over his cock-head and tongued the underside. This drove John wild, and she sucked him until he came in her mouth. “Oh god, I can’t stand this, have you been fucking him?”

“No darling, I have been faithful to you, only you. But I can’t help noticing that Tom usually gets a hard-on when we ...

... drive home. I have patted it a couple of times, but only in his pants. Is that OK?” She got great pleasure from torturing John during sex.Not maliciously, she told herself. “Now, we can’t leave me hanging; come to bed and give me your best, husband.”

After tonguing her pussy to an orgasm, they lay in each other’s arms. “I suspect that you have had enough monogamy, my love. Shall I tell him that you want to play?”

“Why don’t I invite him over for a beer on Saturday after golf? We have not connected one on one again yet.” John replied.

When he got home after golf, Blanche asked if Tom was coming. “He has some errands to do; said he could come later. Perhaps we can induce him to stay for…. dinner.”

So Saturday mid-afternoon found John in his basement man cave watching golf on TV with Blanche grocery shopping when Tom appeared at the door. The nice thing about TV golf is that it is very slow and boring, leaving plenty of opportunity for conversation. Two beers later Tom patted the sofa seat and said, “Good old Naugahyde; we have spilled plenty of cum on it and it cleans up like new.”

That seemed to break the ice for John. He replied, “I guess you’ve been missing spilling your seed in my wife’s lovely pussy, eh? I’ve been thinking of asking her to shave it. As an interested party, what do you think about that?” He was intentionally crude to gauge Tom’s reaction.

“I miss more than that, and I wouldn’t do it. Yvonne did it once; it was a maintenance headache. Have you ...