The Wife Part Seven - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Seven

... it’s only sex, and I will always come home to you.” John was silent for several seconds before responding.

“This seems like a logical next step for us; you becoming a true hot wife by sampling some strange cocks. Let’s see how it works out, shall we?” Blanche almost couldn’t believe her ears; John was giving her a hall pass. She went back to giving him head enthusiastically, bringing him off and swallowing his load of cum without losing a drop. “I’m guessing you like the idea,” he moaned when he became coherent again.

For the next week, Blanche treated John like a prince, with gourmet meals, doing the dinner dishes which was usually his job, wearing sexy clothes, and sucking his cock to completion after letting him lick her pussy. She did not, however, open her pussy to his cock. Mid-week they were sitting together in the den when she informed him that she had a date with Jim on Friday night. She asked him if that was all right. He nodded his assent, “Where are you going with him?”

“I’ll go to his apartment; I don’t want us to be seen playing kissy-face at clubs around town. We probably don’t share the same entertainment ideas anyway. And I want to let him know our situation in case we want to continue seeing each other. I assume that you would like to join us another time if he is open to that.”

Friday after work, Blanche was nervous and excited at dinner. “I can’t believe I’m going to fuck a twenty-something hunk tonight. Are you excited? This isn’t your old, ...

... long-time buddy that you have been jerking off with all along. I’m almost giddy at the thought of playing with his hard body.”

Watching her get ready at her dressing table, John asked, “Will you be coming home after?” She turned to him, showing her hard nipples. Her hand started lightly rubbing his crotch. His cock immediately became hard and felt like it would burst out of his pants.

“I would like to leave that open. I’m sure you want me to have the full experience of a young virile man. I will text you when I expect to be back, OK? and we’ll take care of this. I want you to save it for when I get home. I wonder if I should go braless; we aren’t going out anywhere, and what about panties?” She lifted her breasts in her hands and looked up at John seductively.

Then she turned back to her mirror, “I have to get busy, I’m already a little late. Will he wait for me do you think?” She smiled at him in the mirror. John felt a momentary wave of panic in his stomach. He almost told her not to go, but he knew the dice were rolling, she wouldn’t turn back now.

Standing at the door, saying goodbye to him, there was a sympathetic sadness in Blanche’s smile. “You will be all right won’t you?” She caressed his cheek, kissed him briefly, and left. He watched her tail lights until she turned the next corner, then he went to his man cave and fixed himself a drink.

Left with time on his hands and no company, John played a vividly pornographic video. The actress suddenly looked ...