Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

... serious.

"Kenny, I know we've kept you in the dark until now, but it's time to tell you what's going to happen this weekend," Arthur said, reaching out to hold Annie's hand on the table. "As of right now for the rest of the weekend, Annie is no longer your wife. She's my girl now. I'll give her back on Sunday, but until then, she's off limits. Annie and I are going out on a date tonight - a real date. Dinner, probably dancing, and whatever feels right after. The master bedroom is off limits to you but otherwise I - we - don't really care what you do here while we're gone. Annie will text you when we're on our way back, telling you it's time to go to bed. When we get back, we don't want to see or hear you until tomorrow morning."

"I'm sure you'll hear us, though," Annie interrupted, laughing.

"He will, absolutely," Arthur agreed, leaning over and kissing my wife before continuing. "Tomorrow, we will stay here all day. Remember your place, though. She and I are the team this weekend, and you get whatever we let you have. Understood?"

"Yes," I mumbled softly.

"Kenny," my wife scolded, shocking me. She'd only ever called me Ken, never Kenny. Arthur was rubbing off on her. "I think you need to show the proper amount of respect to your boss and my man."

"Yes, sir, I understand," I whispered.

"Louder, Kenny!" Arthur ordered.

"Yes, sir, I understand," I said louder, looking over at him and his gigantic, shit-eating grin.

"Wonderful," he said, kissing ...

... Annie's hand. "Be a dear and clean up, Kenny. Annie and I have better things to do."

As I cleared the table, Annie and Arthur moved to the living room, where he lit the fireplace. They snuggled up on the couch under a blanket, kissing and holding each other. I tried to give them some space, but at the same time I couldn't take my eyes off of them. My dick was painfully hard in my pants as I absentmindedly rinsed the dishes and loaded them into the washer.

I knew watching them would just drive me crazy, so I decided to keep my mind busy. I maneuvered a chair so I could sit looking out at the beautiful scenery, popped in my earbuds, turned on some music, and opened a mystery novel on my e-reader app. Quickly, I became absorbed in the story and tuned the rest of the world out. I was really zoned out when a scream pierced the bubble I had created.

Turning, I saw that Annie and Arthur were still cuddled up on the couch, but there was no kissing happening. Instead, Annie's head was thrown back and Arthur was turned towards her, his arm moving rhythmically under the blanket. He was no doubt fingering her wetness, but I didn't have the pleasure of enjoying the view.

"I'm going to go for a walk," I said, grabbing my shoes and coat.

"Don't be too long," Arthur ordered, his arm still working below the surface of the blanket. "We're leaving in about 90 minutes and you need to see us off."

I nodded, then slipped out into the cold January air. It took almost a mile of walking ...