The Letter - Sex Stories

The Letter

... pub? ” “Yes, just about to leave,” I texted back. No point worrying her. Jess hadn’t wanted me to watch the video so perhaps it would be better to pretended I hadn’t. I’d talk to her, get her to confess that way. I reckoned I’d have a better chance of getting my ‘action replay’ if she didn’t know I’d disobeyed her. A plan formulated in my mind but I’d have to be quick if I was to make it happen. Hastily wiping down my splattered laptop I shut it down remembering to whip-out Jess’s memory stick. The letter was carefully re-folded, the stick slipped back inside, then I raced around finding another envelope which I carefully labelled in my best imitation of Jess’s writing. The copy looked perfect and when carefully re-positioned on the counter you’d never know it had been touched. Now for the rest of my plan. I showered and changed before diving onto my car to hit the shops. My darling Jess had told me she felt neglected and that was no good. She was my wife, I loved her with all my heart and I wanted her to be happy. The letter had been a wake-up call, in more ways than one, and I’d have been a fool to ignore that. Jess wouldn’t feel unloved that evening…anything but. My beautiful wife arrived home later than she’d anticipated which gave me ample time to put ‘operation make amends’ into action. I was all set when she finally pulled up on the drive and I’d done a good job. “Jess, darling, you’re home,” I chirped as she entered the house. Jess smiled but she looked exhausted ...

... and distinctly worried. I saw her eyes flit towards the kitchen counter as she removed her coat. Her relief at seeing the letter still there, untouched, was obvious. “Sorry, I got more overtime. I’ve been trying to get away for hours. Did you get my texts?” she asked somewhat nervously. “Yes I did. What’s all the mystery with the letter?” “Oh Rob, it was a moment of stupidity, a rant. I thought I’d be home before you so I could tear it up but…” “Never mind, no harm done. I love you Jess. You do know that, don’t you?” Jess nodded. Eyes locked with mine she sashayed towards me, hips swaying in her tight skirt and black patent leather high heels. Her slender arms slid around my neck and a firm kiss was planted on my lips. I quivered as her tongue probed inside my mouth. Jess was horny. Excellent. “I have a surprise for you, my love,” I breathed as her hands wandered down to my crotch. “Jess, don’t. Not yet.” “Why?” she purred. “Don’t you want me?” “Oh I definitely want you but it can wait. Follow me. I need to show you something.” I reluctantly removed Jess’s hands from my anatomy and led her towards the garden where my surprise awaited. Jess looked bemused but followed meekly. She gasped when she saw what I’d done. At the side of our house we had a patio which was bordered on three sides by trellises’ loaded with fragrant jasmine and honeysuckle. The flowers smelled heavenly on warm summer evenings and the thick foliage hid the patio from the prying eyes of our neighbours. I’d ...