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The Wife

... attracted to her, or point out that you feel lonely but don’t know how to go about finding women. I bet she will take you under her wing; she’s like that, and I know she cares about you as a friend.

“Why not try that and see what happens? She will likely be flattered at the least.” His face lit up.

“Will you coach me? You should know what works after so many years together,” he looked so hopeful I had to chuckle. In my head, I began to plot our strategy to make myself a cuckold.

A week later he looked relieved as he told me, “We drank take-out coffee after practice and I said what you suggested. She didn’t get angry. She pointed out a couple of available women in the choir but they are either too young for me or too old for me to be interested in. She did put her hand on my thigh and gave it a couple of pats. If she only knew how close she was to my throbbing erection. I almost came. I went home and finished myself off.”

I thought that that had gone well; I liked the image of her patting him right next to his hard, leaking cock. “Why don’t you invite her out again after Sunday service? If she says yes, be sure to compliment her on her looks.”

Sunday morning, when she wasn't home at her usual time, my imagination almost ran amok. She was only about forty-five minutes late but by then I was quite horny. I gave her a big hug and kiss.

“What brought that on?” she asked.

“I was imagining you and Tom making out in some out-of-the-way parking spot. I know he ...

... has the hots for you, always has.” She found that amusing.

“You old pervert you.” But she was smiling and she leaned in for another kiss which I took for a go-ahead. I followed her to our bedroom and watched her remove her church clothes and we made love. This project was working out well for me, whether or not Tom would score.

The next time I saw Tom, he told me that she had blushed when he complimented her looks but there was no physical contact between them.

“Well, maybe after next choir practice, you should make a move, maybe kiss her cheek or pat her leg. I think you are making progress. Why not invite her for a real drink? Alcohol loosens her up sometimes. Be sure to tell her how pretty she is and how much you enjoy her company”

I was on pins and needles waiting the night of their next rehearsal, and sure enough, she was late getting home. I didn’t comment and she didn’t explain. She just did her dishabille, crawled into bed with me, and turned on her side to sleep.

Tom was beside himself with pride telling me what they had done this time. He convinced her to have a drink with him at a local bar. She would only have one, saying she needed to get home.

When they stopped in front of our house, she hesitated for a moment before getting out. Instead, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, then quickly got out and ran into the house.

Our chats now happened on the golf course; Tom had stopped coming to the basement for porn. When I commented on that he said, ...