Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

... and a cold wind down the back of my neck before my hard-on subsided. I kept trying to come to grips with just how fucked up this whole thing was. My boss and wife were acting like young lovers in front of me, and my reaction was to get turned on and hope they would go further. I'd known for a long time that Annie and I didn't have a "normal" marriage, but we were careful about when and where we played to keep tongues from wagging. Had we just blown it all up? Was this weekend going to be worth the risk? I wasn't sure, but I hoped so.

An hour later, I returned to Arthur's cottage. The main floor was deserted. There were two empty wine glasses on the coffee table. Those, along with the smoldering fire, were the only evidence that anyone was in the building. I climbed the stairs to the guest bedroom - my bedroom - to grab my phone charger. Halfway up, I heard the sound of the shower running. I started to wonder who was taking a shower when I heard a loud, clear "smack" and my wife moan loudly.

I quickly grabbed my plug and cord and retreated downstairs, but not before I heard Annie begging Arthur to fuck her hard. I couldn't be sure that they knew I was back, but it felt like she was giving it a little extra, performing for me. Strangely, I felt like I was invading their privacy by overhearing them in the shower. I returned to my chair and my self-created cone of silence, disappearing back into my book and music. I zoned out reading until Arthur jolted me back to the ...

... present by tapping on my shoulder.

"Damn," he said when I removed my earbuds. "That's either a really great book or you're listening to some ridiculously loud music. I've been trying to get your attention for a few minutes and nothing."

"Sorry," I said sheepishly. "I sometimes get engrossed in what I'm reading. What's up?"

"We're going to be leaving soon, but first Annie and then I need to speak with you. She needs you first. Make sure you knock before you enter the master bedroom though, Kenny. Understand?"

I nodded that I did. This was another way of putting me in my place for the weekend and I was starting to understand the game. I hurried up the stairs and, after taking a deep breath to compose myself, rapped on the door.

"Come in," Annie answered sweetly.

I quickly opened the door to a vision of beauty. Annie was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoothing her black, fishnet stockings. She smiled, then stood, doing a twirl for me. Her short, tight red dress hugged her curves perfectly, emphasizing her perfect, round ass. The scoop neck in the front hung dangerously low, giving me - or anyone else - a spectacular view of her chest.

"Whaddaya think?" she asked with a wink. "Good enough for a date night?"

"Holy shit, Annie. You look...amazing," I said, struggling for words. "That dress is spectacular."

"Thanks, baby," she said, her radiant smile warming the room. "Arthur picked it out. I just wish I filled the top out better."

Her hands went to her ...