Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

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"Hey baby," she said with a sparkling smile when I walked in the door. "How was your day?"

"Long," I honestly replied. "It was a tough week for me. Thank God that's over, huh?" I chuckled nervously.

"Oh yes," she said, wrapping me up in a big hug. "Nothing but sunshine in your life from here on out."

We kissed briefly, but I broke it off, trying to keep us both from getting aroused too much without an avenue for relief.

"I packed our bags," she said, turning her attention back to the stove. "No peeking, ok? You just have to trust that you'll have everything you need."

"Really?" I asked incredulously. "But...what if I don't like what you packed?"

"Oh come on," she snapped, rolling her eyes. "I buy all your clothes. I know what you like and what looks good on you. Don't be a baby!"

Chastened, I trudged up the stairs to change out of my work clothes. Two bags were sitting next to the bedroom door, ready to go. For a second, I thought about digging through to see what exactly she had packed for both of us, but I thought better of it. I dressed for a fun night playing with the kids, which helped to take my mind off the days to come.

The sound of the shower turning on woke me Friday morning. Annie was up before the alarm, which never happened. I slowly shook off the grogginess, hearing her hum joyfully as the water cascaded and splashed over her body. Eventually, I willed my body out of bed to get the coffee maker fired up. I returned to the ...

... bedroom just in time to see Annie emerge from the bathroom with a robe hugging her body and towel wrapped in her hair.

I watched as she selected a rather boring pair of black panties and slid them up her smooth legs until they disappeared beneath her robe. She motioned for me to get in the shower as she picked out a pedestrian beige bra and set it on the bed next to her jeans.

I washed quickly and finished getting ready, realizing I hadn't even been told what time we were expected to meet Arthur. When I came down the stairs, Annie was helping the boys get ready for school. They were pumped up for a fun weekend of being spoiled at grandma and grandpa's. Falling into our traditional roles, I walked the boys to the bus stop while Annie flitted around, cleaning up the kitchen. When I returned, our bags were sitting by the garage door.

"Those are all set, baby," Annie said with the implied order to load them in the car.

"Which car are we taking up north?" I asked. Annie looked a little exasperated, so I quickly added, "I'm only asking so I know how to pack the car."

"Arthur will be driving," was her cool reply.

In short order, the car was packed and the house was buttoned up tight for the weekend. As we entered the garage to leave, Annie stopped me, holding my face in her hands.

"I want you to know that...that I love you," she said sweetly. "I know this week hasn't been easy on you and the weekend, well, it's probably going to be worse. This stuff with Arthur, ...