Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

... a little, assuming they were done for the night. While it would be tough with my racing mind, I figured I could get some sleep, which would make the rest of the weekend easier to take.

I heard movement next door, and the sound of a door closing. One of them - probably Annie - was up using the bathroom. There was additional rustling as well by the other - probably Arthur - as the lovers prepared for bed. I lay alone, a tiny bit of moonlight leaking in around the curtains was the only thing keeping the room from being pitch black. The rush of water through pipes broke the silence, followed by a door opening and a soft conversation between them.

I heard the bathroom door close again and listened for the sound of someone climbing into bed, when my door flew open. Standing there like a dream, backlit from the light down the hall, was my beautiful wife. She wore a full-length, fluffy pink robe that was securely tied in the front. I, on the other hand, was naked and exposed, laying next to the sheets. Silently, she glided over before sitting on the bed near me.

"So, how was your night?" she asked sarcastically.

"It was fine," I lied. "How was yours?"

"It was...wonderful," she said dreamily. "We had a lovely dinner, some sparkling conversation and, well, I'm sure you heard how the sex was," she chuckled.

I just nodded, not quite sure what to say. Her eyes traveled down my body, then her fingers lightly teased some of the dried tangles of hair and cum on my ...

... chest.

"Just fine, huh?" she mocked. "Looks like you might have had a *little* fun."

"Well," I tried in vain to defend myself, "the neighbors were having really loud sex and, um, it caused a problem I had to take care of."

"You poor baby," she said, patting my chest then standing up. "I'd say we'll keep it down, but, well, we won't. See you in the morning!"

The door closed gently and I was alone again. My ears followed her path back to the master bedroom as she closed the door and settled into bed, probably after she dropped her robe to the floor. A few soft murmurs later, it was completely silent until the sounds of Arthur snoring filled the air.

I tried to roll over on my side and get some sleep, but my stubborn dick just wouldn't go soft, urged on by my overactive imagination trying to fill in the blanks from Arthur and Annie's evening. Where did they eat? What? Was there a lot of PDA between the two of them? Were they touching at dinner? Kissing? Feeding each other? Groping? They were gone for nearly 6 hours. They had to have done more than just eat dinner, but what? Dancing? Drinks at a bar? Making out in the car like a couple of horny teenagers?

Each unanswered question added more starch to my aching member. Gently, I started stroking as my mind played tricks on me. I imagined them at a romantic, candlelit dinner. They were sitting close, touching each other under the table. Lingering kisses between sips of wine. Feeding each other dessert. Dancing obscenely ...