Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

... large hot tub.

I uncovered the gas grill and fired it up. While it preheated, I seasoned one of the steaks, putting all my mental energy into cooking my meat to a perfect medium rare temperature. Instead of the scotch, I opted for a bottle of red wine to accompany my steak.

Satisfied with my preparation, I sat down to eat and finally allowed my mind to wander. Where were they? What were they doing now? I almost tracked Annie's phone, but thought better of it. If she saw, I would be in a world of trouble. I decided that my best strategy was to drain the bottle and get stinking drunk - which is exactly what I did.

I fell unsteadily back into my novel, trying with limited success to keep my mind from wandering to my wife and her date. Despite the occasional blurry page, I was progressing nicely when the buzzing of my phone on the side table jarred me out of my trance. I looked first at the time - 11:22 - and then at the message: "10 minute warning".

I don't know why, but I expected a little more from her. Maybe a "Hey baby" or something similar. Since I was half in the bag, I drunk texted back "How's it going?" The message quickly showed as read, but that was it. No dots. No "Annie is typing". Nothing. I gathered my stuff together, deciding to leave my dishes in the sink as a small act of rebellion. As I climbed the stairs at 11:29, I saw headlights making their way up the drive.

Turning into the guest bathroom, I brushed my teeth quickly before hurrying to my ...

... room. The sound of the laughter and the front door closing filled my ears just before I shut my door, flopping drunkenly on the small bed. I expected to hear them climbing the stairs, but there was a long period of silence - broken only possibly by the sound of a champagne cork popping - before I heard the laughter get closer and closer, followed by a door slamming shut, shaking the walls.

Quickly, I learned that the walls at Arthur's cottage were paper thin - probably for this very reason, I thought. While I couldn't make out what they were saying, I could hear muffled voices and long periods of silence, punctuated by what sounded like moans. Music with a driving bassline began playing, the kind to which Annie liked to dance - and strip. I could picture her grinding against Arthur as she slowly removed her sexy red dress, followed soon enough by every other scrap of clothing she might be wearing.

As things progressed next door, both participants got louder. It began with Arthur praising Annie's cocksucking skills again. Now that she wasn't constrained by the back seat dimensions of his car, she could really give it her all. I had to agree with him, too. Her oral game was out of this world.

The bed creaked as they shifted around and soon I heard Annie begging for more. Through the wall, I heard her directing his efforts. There was lots of "oh yes, lick me there" and "oh fuck that feels good", which was at least as much for my benefit as it was his.

They got silent ...