Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

... without consequences."

"Protecting your interests? Pretty smart, Kenny. Maybe I've underestimated you," Arthur mused. "Ok, I agree to your terms."

He stood up, smiling, and reached his hand out for me to shake. I returned the favor. To any passerby, it probably looked like we were negotiating a raise or an extra week of vacation time, not carnal access to my wife.

"Now, to seal this deal, crawl over here and suck my cock!" Arthur ordered.

Shocked, my jaw practically hit the floor. I looked at him with wide, panicked eyes until he burst out laughing.

"I'm just fucking with you," he roared. "You should have seen your face! Get out of here and have a good weekend. Tell Annie I'll be reaching out to set up our first real date."

I gathered my things and my wits, heading home to my anxious wife.

As soon as I walked through the door, I knew that good news had traveled fast. Annie was dancing around the kitchen as she prepared dinner. Her joyous mood and wide smile were infectious. She squealed like a teenager and ran over to give me a hug and kiss.

"So," I began, "how was your day?"

She gave me a sideways look, then slapped my ass. "Arthur called. I'm so glad you said yes."

"I'm glad you are, I'm still not sure," I said solemnly. "What did he tell you?"

"He said you presented your terms, he agreed, and we were moving forward," she replied. "As for the rest, all you need to know is to keep next weekend clear on your calendar. I've already set it up ...

... for the kids to camp out at my parents' house."

"What's happening next weekend?" I asked anxiously.

"You'll find out next weekend," she giggled. "I told you, you're not going to know everything."

I trudged upstairs to change out of my work clothes. This already wasn't going the way I wanted. Not only was I going to have to stew for another week at work before they got together, but I was going to be in the dark the whole time, too. I already knew that my runaway imagination was going to be a problem and it felt like Annie and Arthur were using that to torture me. I knew the who, but the what, when, where, why and how were all unknown, and that was going to drive me nuts.

The two of them texted all weekend, but I only knew because I can read Annie like a book. She was constantly on her phone, giggling, and making sure it was turned so I couldn't see what she was up to. On Sunday evening after the kids went to bed, she ran off to our bedroom and locked the door. I could hear that she was having a low, muffled conversation but I couldn't make out the words. When she came out, she was flushed but her lips stayed zipped.

I could tell she was horny all weekend - she was constantly rubbing up against me, touching me, and giving me bedroom eyes - but because she hated having sex during that time of the month, nothing came of it but a set of aching balls.

Butterflies filled my stomach when I arrived at work on Monday morning. Annie had a very mischievous look on her ...