The Wife Part Four - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Four

When John’s wife Blanche kissed him on the cheek and told him she would spend the night with Tom at his place, he was too stunned to react. She said it with the same nonchalance that she would announce a trip to the grocer for bread.

After they were gone, he poured himself another drink and went to sit in the den. The food remnants remained on the table. He put a CD of Arvo Part’s Spiegel Im Spiegel on the player and sat running his whiskey-muddled mind over the events of the day.

He ran through the gamut of feelings; anger, frustration, despair, arousal, and finally acceptance. He must accept that he set this whole thing in motion. At some time he masturbated to the image of them fucking. Her response when Tom pressed his magnificent cock into her pussy blew his mind. He would never forget it.

Never in their more than thirty years together had sex lifted her to such heights of ecstasy. Surely she would not be satisfied with his meager efforts again.

He woke the next morning, still in his chair, in time to get ready for work. He was standing under the hot shower trying to clear his head when the door slid open and a naked Blanche stepped in. “Where did you come from?” he asked.

“I had Tom bring me home. In the wee hours, I realized that you must be upset. I don’t know what possessed me to leave you like that. I was caught up in the afterglow of all the sex and didn’t want it to end. You seemed to be in your cups so we thought we should not flaunt ourselves in ...

... front of you.

“I’m sorry.” She embraced him and kissed him long and hard. “Can you forgive me?” He held on to her, cheek to cheek, and simply nodded his head.

As they toweled each other off, she said, “I want to thank you for last night; it was an experience I will never forget and I love you more for it.” She paid particular attention to his erection. “Shall I take care of this for you?” Without waiting for a reply she dropped the towel, kneeled on it, and began to fellate him.

Suddenly his anger from last night arose and he turned away, pulling his cock from her mouth. He went to the bedroom to dress. Blanche rose and followed. She got into their bed, held the duvet open, and called to him, “Won’t you please come here so we can talk?” John knew he couldn’t refuse her; this was all his doing, and now he would have to hear her out. But seeing her there, where he had last seen her being driven wild by Tom’s monster was some combination of anguish, jealousy, and arousal.

He reluctantly got into bed, but he lay stiffly beside her. She resorted to their standard early-morning position, her head on his shoulder, her hand on his belly. His traitorous penis responded. “That’s more like it,” she whispered, “What would you like right now? Do you want to reclaim your wife’s pussy?” Her hand was now stroking his erection and balls lightly.

“Surely you don’t need my meager cock after having his massive tool all night.” His petulance annoyed even him; he felt like a spoiled ...