Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

... quickly swatted it away, pulling off of my dick at the same time.

"No way, mister," she scolded. "Who do you think you are? Arthur?"

Instantly, her mouth was back on me, knowing that little bit of teasing would drive me wild. She worked faster, her hand stroking me hard as her tongue lightly traveled up and down my shaft. My breathing got ragged as I felt the familiar sensation build within me.

"Oh fuck baby, you're going to make me cum!" I groaned. In the past, that warning would cause her to pull off, stroking me until I came on her chest. This time, she just kept going.

I growled loudly as my balls contracted and my dick swelled and spurted inside her waiting mouth. She moaned as my cum filled her mouth, stroking and milking every last drop out of me. When she got all she could, Annie made a very exaggerated, very sexy swallowing sound as she took my load down her throat and into her stomach.

I helped her stand and we kissed sweetly, the faint taste of cum on her lips. Finally, she backed away, chuckling at the awkwardness of my nearly-undressed body.

"Well, hope that will hold you," she said with a wink.

"Hold me? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Arthur's orders. No more cumming for you until our weekend away," she said firmly. "And that means by yourself, too. Got it?"

"Yes, dear," I said, feeling like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

I put myself back together as Annie flitted around the room, putting her new finds ...

... away, hidden at the back of her closet. I stumbled back downstairs, in need of another beer.

The week went by slowly. Each second seemed to last longer than the one before. She and Arthur were in constant communication, but I was privy to none of what was being shared. I gathered that part of what they chatted about was me and how I was handling things, but that was just because both showed more concern for me than normal.

Thursday afternoon at work was filled with well-wishers, offering support for my weekend with the boss. I did start to wonder how he was planning on selling this weekend when we came back to work on Monday. Were we actually going to spend time on the Johnson deal throughout the weekend? Near the end of the day, I got an email from Arthur, telling me to make sure I brought my laptop and webcam for any video conferences that popped up, which confirmed to me that this wasn't all pleasure, but business as well.

At the end of the day, I packed a bag of business essentials - my laptop, webcam, notebooks, pens and hi-lighters - and loaded up my car. Driving home, I couldn't help but think that the next time I went to the office, things were going to be very, very different.

Annie was in a great mood when I got home. Her period was over, which meant she'd entered what we called her "blue week" - the time in her cycle when she was the horniest. Usually, I was the beneficiary of these hormones, but this weekend Arthur would be the one taking full ...