The Wife Part Twelve - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Twelve

... been here before and you became upset with me. There were hurt feelings and our children became involved. You and I are not the only ones who were hurt.”

“I understand your concern; I behaved badly and I regret it. There is a lot of energy around this for me. That is what makes it so exciting. If it gets routine, then we probably will stop and shamble off into the sunset together. But I think we ought to grab the bull by the horns while we still can.

John looked at his watch. “Look, we have been negotiating so hard we haven’t touched our wine. Let’s adjourn this meeting and get tipsy.” He poured their glasses full.

“Are you trying to get into my pants? Because I’m not wearing any.”

John had to see for himself, on his knees, under her dress. The wine would have to wait.

The next day,, John went back to Tom’s place to retrieve his things. They had a beer together while he gave Tom the good news that Blanche and he wanted him to play with them again. He too was a little skeptical that John would be OK, but the opportunity to fuck his wife was not to be passed up. They made a date for the following Saturday after golf to get together.

The day arrived and the golf game was good, with lots of smack talk and innuendo between them. The golf suffered because the two of them were anxiously anticipating what was in store for them when they got home. It is hard to make a good swing with a semi-hard-on rubbing in your pants. But they persevered.

Blanche too, was ...

... anxiously getting things ready at home. She changed the bed linen, stopping to smell the soiled sheets. The odor of John’s cum from the previous night was still potent. She hoped that he would be ready for more action with her and Tom this afternoon.

She couldn’t resist lying on the newly made bed and slipping her hand inside her sweatpants. She closed her eyes and remembered the last time she and Tom had sex while slipping her pants completely off. In her imagining, his cock grew to a prodigious size, threatening to stretch her pussy to its limit, but she welcomed it, wrapping her legs around his torso, and pulling his monster into her uterus.

She came violently, squirting and soiling the newly made bed. Now she would have to remake it. She did so with a smile on her face.

It was getting near time for the men to arrive.“What to wear?”She thought. In advance of today, she had shopped for sexy lingerie but she settled on a minimalist outfit: hold-up stockings, heels, and an apron.

Blanche was preparing a light lunch for them when a familiar voice behind her said, “I want to go straight to dessert,” and a pair of hands slid under her apron, and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. Tom kissed her neck and nipped her ear lobe. A flood of warmth surged through her pussy.

She turned to him and they kissed a deep, lustful kiss. “I have missed you,” she whispered. She looked over Tom’s shoulder, “Where’s John? Does he know you’re here?” A little paranoia in her ...