The Wife Part Seven - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Seven

... just like his wife and she was entertaining five firemen. The action was too much for John; he took out his cock and brought himself to a long-awaited eruption.

In the aftermath of his orgasm, he decided he was too tired to wait up for Blanche’s return; he had an early golf game in the morning. He dropped off shortly after lying down and had a fitful night of dreams peppered with visions of his wife fucking young firemen.

When he awoke to a cold, empty bed in the morning, his heart sank. She had never spent the night with another man; this was breaking new ground. He looked at his phone and saw a text from eleven pm saying, “Don’t wait up.” A feeling of dread permeated his core.

He played a horrible golf game, fully preoccupied with wanting to see and hold his wife, to know that she was his again.What will I do if she still is not there when I get home?He declined to have drinks with the guys and hurried off.

Blanche’s car was in the garage and he found her asleep in their bed. He quietly undressed and slipped in beside her, nestling against her warm back. She stirred and turned into his arms before opening her eyes and kissing him.

“Hello darling, what time is it?” she looked at the clock on the bedside table. “Oh, you are home early, I just laid down for a little nap while waiting for you. How are you doing, did you sleep well last night?” She rested her head on his chest and her hand moved to its favorite spot, his junk.

“I was anxious to get home and ...

... hear about your night out. I assume that you enjoyed yourself with your young man. Please tell me everything, I want all the details.”

“Oh, you don’t want the gory details right now surely.” She laid her leg over his thigh and wrapped her hand around his growing cock.

“Yes, I do, was it everything you hoped for?” John was caught by surprise; surely she knew that if he couldn’t watch, he wanted to hear all about it.

“And more,” she lowered her voice hoping to lessen the impact, and she raised her face to his for a kiss. I want to thank you, and I suppose Tom, for awakening me to the benefits of being a hot wife, and especially you for allowing me to enjoy them. I love you.” She began kissing her way down his torso until her tongue touched the tip of his erection, making it jump.

“Does that mean that this was not a one-time thing?” John was beginning to have a foreboding feeling. “Was it that special? I thought fucking Tom was the epitome for you.” Sensing that she could not divert him, she moved back up beside him, feeling his cock begin to lose its enthusiasm.

“Don’t you want to make love to me and take possession of my pussy again? I want to reconnect with you, for us to reassure each other that we are OK going forward.”

“And I need to hear what kept you away all night fucking a hard-body stud half your age.” John steeled himself for the moment of truth.

Blanche, being sensitive to John’s moods, heard the warning bells, but as she remembered the last twelve ...