Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

... it's just for fun. You are what matters. I will never forget that - never!"

She gave me a soft, lingering kiss, then gave me a rough slap on the ass. "Now, let's get going already!" she said with a giggle.

She plugged an address I recognized as Arthur's into her GPS as we eased out of the driveway and onto the road, which I thought was pretty silly. I understood wanting to keep me in the dark about a few things, but trying to be secretive about driving to a house I've been to dozens of times was just ridiculous.

Unlike for the football game, Arthur's car was parked off to the side, giving me room to pull in off the street. The trunk of his car popped open as we pulled in, so I moved the bags over as Annie went up to greet our host.

"Ready to go?" he asked us, bounding out of his house.

"So ready," Annie replied eagerly. I nodded from behind her.

"Great. I'm driving. You two hop in the back," Arthur said.

This surprised me. I expected him to make me drive again, or at least have Annie up front with him, but I was happy to sit in the back of his fancy Porsche with my wife. As Arthur accelerated on the freeway, Annie reached over to take my hand. The spacing in the backseat made holding her hand slightly uncomfortable, but there was no way I was letting go. The three of us chatted comfortably about music and movies as Arthur drove confidently, weaving in and out of traffic. We'd been in the car for nearly an hour when he pulled off at a rest area.

"I ...

... usually stop here," Arthur explained. "From here and out, the accommodations are...well, let's just say they're not great. Plus, after 60 miles or so, I need a break."

The car glided into a parking spot and the three of us got out. We all headed in to use the facilities, with Arthur giving me room this time. As our small group walked back to the car, Arthur handed me the keys.

"Alright, Kenny," he teased. "You got your chance in the backseat with your wife. Now it's my turn!"

He reached over, grabbing my wife and planting a big kiss on her. For a moment, it looked like she was caught off guard, but she quickly recovered and molded her body to him. Their makeout session was short but passionate.

"Wha...wait, you can't do that in public!" I argued.

"Why not, Kenny?" was Arthur's matter-of-fact reply. "We're more than 50 miles away. We can do any-fucking-thing I want."

The weekend had truly begun now. Defeated, I slid into the driver's seat as Arthur and Annie cuddled up behind me. Because we were driving in broad daylight, unlike last time, they couldn't be as brazen about their activities, but there was definitely a lot of kissing, over-the-clothes petting, and whispering between the two during the final 90 minutes of our drive. I had to fully rely on the GPS directions because the one person who knew where we were going - Arthur - was otherwise occupied. Mercifully, we reached his cottage overlooking Lake Michigan just before noon. Parking the car seemed to jolt ...