Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

... face when I said goodbye, leading me to believe some of the texting over the weekend had been plotting today. With some trepidation, I made my way to my desk.

The morning was fairly typical, but I was jumpy. I couldn't help but feel like there was trouble around every corner. Finally just before lunchtime, Arthur struck.

"Offsite Planning" was the subject line of the email everyone received at 11:53 am. My finger trembled as I clicked on the notification.

"Dear PI Staff,

As you may know, Kenny Dingle, his lovely wife Annie, and I got the wonderful opportunity last week to meet with Johnson Machines. That day went better than my wildest dreams. While we're close to a very fruitful partnership, there are still some details to nail down and contractual points to pound out. But, that's the kind of thing that can be difficult to put to bed close to home.

We're going to get out of town (about 150 miles out of town, to be specific) and really get down to business at my place in Traverse City this weekend. Kenny and I will be out of the office all day on Friday so we can get to TC early and really maximize our time. This will not be a vacation for him. In fact, I predict a couple of late nights and some spirited back-and-forth. I can't wait to experience that Dingle passion in a one-on-one setting.

AP"

It was Arthur at his best and worst. The message might have been sent to the entire office, but the innuendo hidden in the business-speak babble was for an ...

... audience of one. Me - the one with the red cheeks and dry mouth. Before I even finished his message, the calendar invite - entitled "Johnson Weekend" - hit my inbox. I did the only thing I could and hit 'accept'.

It wasn't lost on me that Arthur specified that we'd be 150 miles away, well outside of the 50 mile zone of privacy. He and Annie could go out and paint the town red without violating our agreement. Hell, in theory they could fuck in the middle of Main Street - though they probably wouldn't since January in Northern Michigan and exposed flesh don't go well together. Now my mind had something new to fixate on - Annie and Arthur, free to be publicly affectionate in just more than three days.

By emailing the entire staff, Arthur had brought them unknowingly into his brilliant, evil plan. Throughout the rest of the day, well-wishers stopped by my desk to offer encouragement. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't say "He just organized all of this to fuck my wife!"

Finally, 5 pm came and I was free to go home. Usually, I was in a hurry to get home and see my family. Today, though, I was dragging my feet. Annie surely knew what Arthur's plan was and I wasn't looking forward to rehashing my day.

Instead, I arrived home to a quiet house. I expected my boys to come flying in to jump and climb all over me, but the house was dark. Wandering through the living room, I was very confused. I was reaching for my cell to call Annie when my phone buzzed with a text.

"Hey baby, ...