Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

... the lovers back to reality.

"We're here already? Were you driving 90, Kenny?" Arthur joked as they untangled.

Arthur's arm was comfortably draped around my wife's waist as he guided her to the door. I gathered everyone's belongings and followed close behind.

The cottage was incredible. The interior walls were a mix of knotty pine and stone. The kitchen was fit for a gourmet chef. One end of the large, open living room was a wall of windows overlooking the lake. The other had a gigantic stone fireplace. Arthur pointed me towards a rustic flight of stairs leading up behind the hearth.

"Take the bags up there, Kenny," he commanded. "The master is the second door up there.

Annie and my bags go there. Your bedroom is the next down the hall."

I slowly made my way up the stairs, the bags in my arms feeling heavier with each step. I stopped first at the huge master bedroom. The focal point of the room was the huge, four-poster bed, also done in a rustic - almost Amish - style. There were track lights that might as well have been spotlights all pointing at the bed. On the wall opposite the bed was a small fireplace. Despite the spaciousness, the room was cozy and warm. There was an attached bathroom with what appeared to be a large jetted tub.

Next I brought my bag to my room. It was significantly smaller with sparse accommodations. There was a full-sized bed, nightstand, and dresser crammed into the small room. The bed was placed against the shared wall with the ...

... master bedroom. There would be no escaping the sounds of their activities this weekend. I went in search of my bathroom, only to discover it was on the opposite side of the master bedroom door from my room. No matter which room of "mine" I was in, I would be just a wall away from the lovers.

I dropped the bags quickly and hustled back down the stairs. What I saw when I reached the living room made me stop in my tracks. Annie was sitting on top of the kitchen island, her arms and legs wrapped around Arthur who stood before her. They were making out like horny teenagers.

It took several seconds - which felt like minutes - for me to gather my wits. I cleared my throat as I walked towards them, causing Annie to break their kiss. She had the decency to look embarrassed but her flushed cheeks and the lust in her eyes gave her away.

"Well, that didn't take long," I grumbled.

"I do some things quickly," Arthur replied. "And some things take me all night."

He helped Annie down off the counter and puttered around the kitchen, pulling out sandwich supplies. "I have a caretaker who fills the fridge before I come up here," he boasted. "It'll just be a light lunch today, but since we'll have more time to prep tomorrow, we can do it up then."

Annie, Arthur, and I, in order, each made a sandwich and sat at the round dining room table to eat. Arthur produced a bottle of Chardonnay and we toasted to our weekend. He sat his glass down and turned to me, his face quickly turning ...