The Wife Part Five - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Five

... in her hand. “Later,” she sighed. She didn’t put her bra back on.

Tom drove to their house and rang the doorbell. John answered it while Blanche finished dressing. John reached out his hand to shake but Tom grabbed him in a hug. “Hmmph, you’re awfully chummy for a guy who’s fucking my wife,” John said with a smile.

“And you’re awfully formal for the guy who told me to do it,” was Tom’s quick retort. Just then, Blanche appeared. She hugged and kissed Tom briefly then struck a pose for them, “How do I look?” She wore a knee-length skirt and a tee shirt that did little to hide her pert tits and erect nipples. All present approved. John wished he had suggested she go commando too.

The ride to the church was quiet but cordial; Blanche chatted with Tom about the music. The program was Mozart’s Requiem. She did not have a solo part, though both John and Tom agreed that her voice was strong enough.

The ensemble acquitted themselves superbly and were applauded loudly and long. John felt a thrill of pride at their performance. Several of the company discussed an after-performance celebration, but John wanted the three of them to have a private one to themselves. He drove out of town to a bar that he knew of.

It was busy and loud and there was not a table free so they went to the bar. An attractive thirty-ish man offered his stool to Blanche and went to stand elsewhere. She took her coat off and sat on it. John and Tom had to stand on either side of her. Things were so ...

... crowded that they were pressed into nearly constant contact with her.

The bartender took their orders and quickly returned with their drinks. “This round is on that guy over there,” he indicated the man whose seat she had taken. Blanche blushed a little as she nodded her thanks to him; the men raised their glasses in salute. “I think I’ve been hanging around the wrong bars,” she joked. John made a mental note to take her out more.

I think your shirt is a big hit,” said John. “I know I’m loving it.” Looking around to see that nobody seemed to be looking, he quickly pinched her near nipple. Now she really blushed. Tom leaned in and kissed her on the mouth while brushing her other breast.

These people must wonder which of us is her husband; or maybe they think she’s a hooker.He liked the idea and he loved the fact that, even in her fifties, a young man finds her attractive. Her nipples looked as if they might puncture her tee.

They were about to order their third round of drinks when the waitress told them that she had a banquet that had just opened up. They hurried over and slid in, Blanche in the middle, her men on either side. The waitress brought their drinks and received a big tip from Tom.

Now it was John’s turn to kiss his wife. “You were wonderful tonight, and I think Tom and I should reward you as only we can.” They kissed again, confusing the waitress. He couldn’t keep his hands off her and he soon found out that Tom was doing the same when their hands met ...