The Wife Part Three - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Three

Blanche:

I slept fitfully Saturday night, dreaming of tasks that I could never seem to complete. I felt guilty abandoning Tom the way we did, but my first responsibility was to my husband John, who had become distressed by the last few days' events.

We went home and made tender love. I think we both were feeling a need to reestablish our loving connection after the recent trauma. Sunday morning I woke before John, showered, and made coffee. With a cup in hand, I went to the den and speed-dialed Tom. He answered immediately, “Good morning.”

“Hi. How are you doing?” I asked, speaking softly, hoping John would not wake up.

“I’m OK,” was all he said. I immediately felt sad.

“I’m so sorry about last night. It was cruel leaving you that way, but I needed to patch things up with John. I know you understand but I feel bad; especially since we had waited so long to get to that place.”

“I do understand and I admire you for taking care of your husband. Is he OK?” You could count on Tom to be solicitous of John’s feelings.

“I think he’s fine. He is still in bed. We made love when we got home and it was good. But I can’t stop thinking about your cock. I’m tempted to leave him a note and come over there now and make love to you.” I realized how much affection I felt for Tom.

“I wish you could.” I knew he would never agree to that.

“Let’s see how things go today. You’ll come at four for drinks and an early dinner?” We said our goodbyes and hung up just as I ...

... heard stirrings from the bedroom. I went and crawled into bed with John as he stretched and yawned.

Many mornings I enjoy lying beside him with my head on his shoulder and our legs entangled. If I’m lucky, my hand encounters his flaccid cock and I have the pleasure of feeling it come to life from my gentle stroking.

Often though, my hand bumps into his morning wood, full-blown and he wants to roll onto me and slip it in. This was a flaccid morning, probably as the result of last night’s romp. I let my hand brush down the hair on his abdomen and rest on his thigh. “I talked with Tom this morning. I felt bad about abandoning him yesterday like I did.”

“How is he? Was he upset?” John seemed genuinely concerned about his friend.

“Probably less than I am. We have had a long build-up to yesterday and I’m sure it was a big disappointment for him.” I almost saidAs it was for me.

“I feel that we, you and I, need to have a long and possibly painful talk.” I sat up, not feeling snuggly any longer. “Perhaps you should shower and I’ll make us some breakfast.” I rose and went to the kitchen.

I was placing food on the table when John came and sat down. “OK, let’s talk. I’m hearing that you want to make it up to Tom for yesterday. What do you propose to do for him, fuck him; marry him; have him move in with us?”

“Your sarcasm is out of order. Maybe we should start by exploring what you had in mind when you set up this little seduction scheme with him. What did you want to ...