The Wife Part Two - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Two

... had a brief vision of them wrapped around Tom’s hips as he pounded his big cock into her pussy.

She turned when we entered, wearing a warm, welcoming smile that hit me like a ton of bricks. Damn, she is beautiful. The mother of my kids, the woman I’ve spent more than thirty years with. The woman I love. For a moment I was afraid that I would start crying.

She came to me and said, “John” and wrapped her arms around me in a warm hug. I couldn’t reciprocate. She laid her head on my chest and held it there for a long time, then said, “Go sit in the den. I’ll bring you your drinks. I know what you like.” She included both Tom and me.

Tom and I sat without speaking for the remaining time until we were called to the table. We sat opposite each other and Blanche sat at one end. I couldn’t look her in the eye, though I kept stealing glances at her, trying to figure out what was going through her mind.

She seemed at ease in a situation that had my nerves on edge. Finally, about midway through the meal she looked up and started talking.

“You must be quite upset after this afternoon. I understand and I take full responsibility for the situation. Tom is an almost innocent casualty in this. But these past few weeks have been a very special experience for me that have opened my eyes to many things.

“Tom and I have spent many hours discussing our lives and our desires, yours included. And, yes, we have had sex, and it was lovely and, for me, liberating. I hope it has ...

... been as good for Tom as it has been for me.” She placed her hand on Tom’s and left it there. “In a way, I suppose we have you to thank for the enjoyment of the last few weeks. I hope that your motive, while not pure, was not meant to hurt anyone.”

I opened my mouth to protest but she signaled me to be silent (a signal I have seen many times in our history together).

“As you know, Yvonne was my best friend and, as a couple, they were our best friends, I’m sure you will agree. Since her death, I have kept an eye on Tom to be sure he was OK. That’s partly why I started riding to church and choir practice with him.

“When our chats began to get personal and he expressed his attraction toward me, I felt I should be a bit receptive, to help him move on from her memory. I may have been a little too receptive, I realized when he tried to kiss me. But I liked it too; it was exciting and forbidden like a teenage make-out session.

“Then when I got home you pounced on me and kissed me the same way; you remember the great sex we had that night? Something that hasn’t happened in a long time. That’s when I began to get suspicious that you knew what was going on. So the next time Tom and I were out I let him take me for a drink and we kissed for real. I was confused and aroused at the same time.

“I made Tom tell me everything. I decided not to confront you but I wasn’t sure how to proceed. I swore him to secrecy and we continued to spend time together and got more and more ...