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Wife's College Crush

Peter, an old college buddy, was coming to visit from Connecticut and staying for two weeks. In a moment of candor, just after a particular hot session of holiday morning sex, my wife confessed he had been her college crush, although we had been dating at the time. "You seem to be especially excited about his visit," I said.

"My panties have been wet for two weeks," she confessed as we savored the afterglow of our passion.

"You have any plans for when he's here?" I asked.

"Cravings," she said. "Yes, I have high hopes. I have a big favor to ask of you, if you would be agreeable," she said. "To make a desperate housewife very happy." I waited for her to go on. "Well, I would like five days of my own, with just Peter and a girl from college."

"You?" I asked.

"Yes, me," she replied with a shy grin. "I wonder if you could visit your brother in Vegas for a week in June? Give me some time alone with Peter. It would mean a lot," she said, "like a anniversary present, or an early birthday gift."

She smiled, seductively. "I would make it worth your while. That's a promise. All you'd have to do is give your wife a little private time with Peter's peter."

"You never told me," I said.

"I am telling you now," she said. "I am amazed you never saw it. He would be around and my pussy would tingle," she said. She smiled. "You were too busy being horny to see beyond your own penis," she said. "Could you, would you, give me five days? We swapped with Karen and Phil, so ...

... it's not like we've never had sex with other people before," she said.

"Five days?" I echoed.

"And five long, passion-filled nights," she said.

"You think he would? You think he knows?" I said.

"Oh he knows," she said. "I have his email address right here in my IPad. Oh, he knows. Yes. Could you do that for your sweet little wife? Your horny, loving, hot little wife?"

"You want the first five, or the second?" I said.

"The first," she replied. "We can talk about it the second five. I will even take pictures if you like. You enjoy porn. We'll give you porn," she said with a laugh. "Explicit, passionate porn."

"You ever fucked before?" I asked.

"Not once," she replied.

"But you wanted to?"

"Everyday," she sighed.

"But you married me," I said.

"He never asked," she said with a smile. "He knew you intended to. He just always stepped aside. He liked you too much to take your girl."

"You won't run off?"

"Just five days," she said again.

"Okay," I said.

"Thank you," she said, kissing me tenderly, showing her gratitude as best she could.

That day she emailed Peter. His return was ecstatic. "He's okay with it?" he wrote.

"He agreed," she wrote back.

"Fantastic," he wrote in reply.

Peter's plane was due June 5th. I agreed to go to my brother's on the 4th. That would give her a day to prepare the house, herself, and the bedroom. I wasn't sure what she had planned for in the bedroom, but I was curious. She said it was personal ...