The Decision - Sex Stories

The Decision

... me!” she cried out, in a demanding voice, like I had never heard before. Her orgasms were intense, and pulling me over the top. It was at that moment that I realized Henry was with us, even though he was not here. His influence was apparent to both of us as I dumped my seed into my wife. Spasm after spasm gripped me, as I flooded her. “Ahhh,” I said, gasping for air. I rolled off on my back, and Lexi was panting like a marathon runner. She smiled and snuggled up to me, holding my hand like we did when we were newlyweds. “Wow, Alan! That was incredible! Where has that been hiding?” "You too. I've never seen you any sexier.” "My encounter with Henry seems to have supercharged you.” “Talking about Henry, I'll call him later.” “Okay, it's your decision.” “It fries my butt. Where does he come off saying he owns you?” “He doesn't, and neither do you! I'm my own woman,” Lexi said resolutely. *********** The afternoon was pretty much back to normal. I washed the cars and cleaned out the garage, and worked out on the universal gym. Lexi paid some bills and straightened up the house. I embraced the normality, taking my mind off the events of yesterday. Lexi was cooking when I finally finished my chores and came into the house. I pulled off my shirt and wiped the sweat off my chest with my shirt. Lexi looked at me and grinned. It's been awhile since she's flirted with me. "I’m gonna take a shower, sweets. Be back in a couple minutes.” "Okay. Dinner is almost ready,” she replied. I ...

... started to climb the stairs and the phone rang. “Alan, it's for you.” “Take their number. I'll call them back.” “I think you might want to take this now,” she said, holding out the receiver. “What the hell?” I replied, going back down the stairs. Lexi looked nervous. “Hello, this is Alan.” "This is Henry.” Long pause. “Why are you calling?” I said, icily. “You know why I'm calling.” “We’ve talked it over and our answer is no. We won't be discussing this any further.” “That's extremely disappointing to hear. It's too bad you won't be joining us.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” I replied in a raised voice. “What I'm talking about is picking up your hot little wife and taking her to meet my friends.” “The hell you are. Come to my house and I'll call the cops.” “Well, before you do something rash, I suggest you look on your computer. I sent you a video-file in your wife's email. Look at it in its entirety, and we’ll talk further what your options are. I'll be waiting your call.” He hung up. “Lexi, what the fuck is going on here? He wants us to look at a video he sent to your email.” “Hun, I really don't have a clue what he's talking about.” I retrieved the lap-top from the office and set it on the table, then opened it up, turned it on, and waited while it booted up. The whole time, Lexi looked nervous, sensing something was amiss. I rolled the mouse and searched her files and saw nothing. Finally, I found the file in the junk-mail. There was a link that said, ‘Lexi’s Debut.’ ...