Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

This story follows the continued adventures of Ken and Annie Dingle along with Ken's boss, Arthur Powers. You probably don't need to read "Arthur Borrows My Wife" to know what's going on here, but it wouldn't hurt. Part 3 will follow when I can get to it. Enjoy!

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The cruel beeps of my alarm startled me awake at 6:30 am. I silenced the monster, then took a minute to get my bearings. Slowly at first, then all at once, the memories of yesterday came flooding back.

The drive to Detroit, the excitement of the game, the carnal activities between Annie and Arthur in the backseat of - and then in front of - his car, and finally reclaiming my wife into the wee hours of the morning.

My dick jumped as I remembered our night. I was the second man in one day to cum in my beautiful wife's mouth. After I recovered, the feeling of sliding into her sloppy pussy was sublime. I would like to say that I lasted for hours, but I was too pent up and on edge to last long. I was glad that I'd held out just long enough for Annie to cum before I passed the point of no return.

In the afterglow, I tried to get her to reveal what she and Arthur were whispering about in the car, but she wasn't having any of it.

"That's private," Annie said firmly. "I know you have this week to decide about Arthur and me - and you know what I want you to say - but you have to know that if we go forward, you're not going to know everything. Some things are just going to be between him and me just like ...

... some things will just be between us."

That gave me even more to think about, which just added to my difficulty in falling asleep. It felt like I'd only been out for minutes when the alarm shook me awake. As I pulled myself out of bed, I was grateful that my parents had kept the kids for the night. In my emotional state, I'm not sure I could have handled the before school rush.

I climbed in the scalding hot shower and slowly returned to the land of the living. I was lost in thought when I felt a cold rush of air as Annie joined me.

"Room for one more?" she asked coyly.

"For you? Always," was my suave reply.

We took our time, washing each other, getting soapy and slippery. Annie used her round, soapy ass to her advantage, rubbing up against me and getting a rise out of my tired soldier. She bent over, guiding me into her wetness. I groaned, grabbing her hips, pulling them back as I thrust my pelvis forward.

"Oh baby," she said, looking over her shoulder at me through the shower steam, "you better fuck me well if you expect me to forget your boss!"

Annie wasn't playing fair. At the same time she was planting that idea in my head, she reached back, stroking my balls as I plowed her from behind. Despite all the activity her pussy had seen over the last 12 hours, she was still tight and using her experienced pelvic muscles to squeeze and milk my dick. She was doing her best to force a quick trigger again and I was putty in her hands.

"Do it baby," she said, ...