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The Wife

... “It doesn’t seem right with her in the house. She might come down and catch us. I would be embarrassed.”

The next Sunday she returned at the normal time. “No coffee with the choir today?” I asked.

“No,” she replied. “I wasn’t in the mood. I don’t want to make a habit of hanging out after service is over. I’d rather be at home with you.” Well, as nice as that sounded, I wondered if something had happened between her and Tom. We spent a companionable afternoon together and that evening, she actually made a sexual overture and we fucked. It was special and lovely.

The next practice night she once again was late getting home. As she got ready for bed I inquired how practice had gone. “Everything went fine. The choir is coming together quite well. Afterward, Tom and I stopped off for a drink and compared notes. He is happy with the men’s section as well.”

When we played golf that Saturday, I waited until the round was nearly over for Tom to speak of their situation. I think he had no intention of giving me a report, so with our after-game beer, I said, “Are you going to tell me what happened with you and Blanche?”

Looking quite guilty and meek, he replied, “Blanche asked me not to say anything about it to you.” I gave him a long look. “OK, when we got back to your house, we sat for a while and she placed her hand on my thigh and rubbed it. I was hard as an iron bar. Then I grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back

“We made out for several ...

... minutes. I got nervous wondering if you had heard my car and might be watching from the house. She gave my cock a squeeze and, after swearing me to secrecy, went into the house.”

I did not see Tom again that week. There was no choir rehearsal either. Blanche seemed quite cheerful when she informed me that the choir had been invited to perform a recital in two weeks. “We will be rehearsing several times between now and then and they may go long. Will that be OK for you?”

“Of course; I know how important the choir is for you. Do whatever you need to; I can amuse myself, and I’ll look forward to hearing the result.”

“The performance will be out of town and will require an overnight stay. You probably won’t want to spend the money on that, since we will repeat it at home the next week.” This was getting interesting; I suspected that something was afoot.

The next two weeks were strange; several late-night rehearsals. Blanche came home late and too tired for much more than a quick glass of wine and to bed. She seemed preoccupied most of the time, even reluctant to kiss me, preventing me from making any sexual overtures. I saw no sign of Tom all week.

My imagination was working overtime and I was abusing myself regularly without really needing internet porn; the movie in my head was stimulus enough.

When the day of the recital arrived, Blanche informed me that Tom had decided to drive his car rather than ride the bus with the rest of the group. She didn't say why. Of ...