Weekday Wife
Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 1:36 am
One of my older stories:
Part 2, other stories and various cuckold themed stuff will be posted on my new blog: jaiceesdominantwives.blogspot.com
The Weekday Wife (Part 1 - Friday Night)
My hands are shaking as I unlock the front door to my house. My heart is heavy and I feel physically sick as I push the door open and enter. I can hear music playing upstairs, it does nothing to lighten my despairing mood. I put my briefcase on the table and with a deep sigh start slowly up the stairs.
I used to love Friday evenings, work finished, the weekend to look forward to. Now it’s different. I hate Fridays.
I can hear Vikki humming happily to the music as I reach the top of the stairs. Our bedroom door is slightly ajar and I pause, trying to compose myself, before slowly pushing the door fully open.
Vikki is sitting at the dressing table, brushing her long blonde hair dry from the shower. She is wearing a black silky robe open at the front and I catch a glimpse of the reflection of the swell of her perfect breasts before her eyes meet mine in the mirror and she pulls the robe together with a faint smile as she sees me looking.
“Hi honey, I didn’t hear you come in”
I’m sure she can hear the quiver in my voice because the smile is back as I answer, “Hello darling”
My mouth and throat feel dry, I’m sure I can hear my heart hammering in my chest. I can’t bring myself to speak further.
I sit on the edge of the bed, my eyes never leaving her reflection. Vikki’s already done her make up. Immaculate as ever. Lips, deep red and inviting. Eyes, sparkling with excitement. My wife’s eyes meet mine in the mirror and smiles as she recognizes the deep, desperate desire I have for her.
“Come on honey, don’t sit there staring. You haven’t got all day. Get yourself ready, you don’t want to be late now do you.”
“No, of course” I mumble sadly as I rise and start removing my suit to get showered and changed. Vikki watches me in the mirror as she finishes brushing her hair. She giggles as I pull my trousers off revealing the tell tale bulge in my shorts. Despite everything I’m hard.
I pull off my shorts and pad naked to the bathroom, my erection bobbing as I walk.
“Better not wash that thing too fast honey, it looks just about ready to go off”, Vicky laughs.
My mind is in a whirl as the shower cascades over me. What can I do, what can I say to change what’s happening to us. I have to stop this, but how. At least the combination of anxiety and cool water has caused my erection to subside at last. I have to talk to Vikki now and put a stop to this once and for all.
With a newfound determination I pull open the bathroom door but stop dead, speechless at the sight before me.
Vikki is standing in front of the mirror and the robe has gone. She is wearing a tiny black satin thong with matching bra, sheer stockings and suspender belt and impossibly high heel stiletto shoes which emphasise the perfect shape of her long legs.
My eyes are drawn to the shiny triangle of material tight against her flat stomach, running between her firm thighs. She looks so beautiful that my heart aches with desire and nature takes it course as I feel myself stiffening again. My mouth is dry, my heart thumping, I can’t bring myself to speak.
Vikki turns towards me, looking me up and down with a knowing smile, “look at you, like a little lost puppy. Poor boy I’m so cruel to you sometimes aren’t I ?”
I know this is my last chance. I have to stop this now, get things back how they used to be.
“Vikki, we have to talk,” I manage to blurt out, “I just can’t do this.”
My wife sways sexily towards me the smile never leaving her face. “Don’t be silly honey, it’s far too late for that now. She stands in front of me, almost touching, her full red lips inches from mine, her panty covered crotch a mere millimetre from the end of my straining cock. She reaches down and gently takes my erection in her hand.
I can feel my legs trembling as she begins to slide her fingers up and down my cock with feather light strokes. I ache to kiss her, she leans away as I try, with a delighted giggle. My legs are beginning to buckle under her maddening teasing. Vikki glances at her watch, an expensive birthday present from me to her, “you’ve got exactly half an hour left honey. After that I’m no longer yours, “ she pauses to saviour my despair before leaning close to whisper in my ear, “I’m his”.
I hear the involuntary sob escape my throat as she releases her hold and steps back, still smiling.
“You’d better start packing honey, your times nearly up”.
I now know it’s pointless trying to argue. We both know if I was man enough to stop this I would have done so long ago. At the start.
I resignedly pull out my overnight bag from the wardrobe. Vikki sits back on the bed, leaning against the headboard , knees slightly bent, legs slightly apart., watching in obvious amusement as I sadly go about the business of packing the things I need for the weekend.
“Where are you staying honey”
“In the Marriott, in town”, I mumble sulkily.
“That’s sweet, the nearest hotel you can find. You like to be close don’t you honey”, she teases. “Does that help you, being close to the action “, she giggles, “or does that make it harder”.
Vikki glances at her watch, “twenty minutes to go”, she announces cheerfully, “then I can wave goodbye to my little weekday husband and say hello to my big weekend lover”. As she says the word “little” she pointedly looks down at my cock.
“God this is so exciting, I’m so wet. I can’t wait to see him”. She pushes one hand down between her legs and strokes herself through her panties her eyes never leaving mine.
I try to ignore her taunts as I zip up my bag but she knows I can’t resist watching her. She knows I want her more than ever.
“All done honey ?” She sings out happily. “There’s a good boy, ten minutes left to get dressed.
I pull on my jeans and sweater and dejectedly pick up my bag. I hear the clicking of her heels on the wooden stairs as she follows me down. Pausing as I open the door, I ask, “aren’t you going to get dressed ?”
“No point honey”, she smiles, “I’m so wet, I’ll want him the minute he gets here. I don’t want to waste any time getting undressed, I just want him inside me”. My wife giggles at my shocked expression. “you can think about that on the way honey. He’ll be fucking me before you even get in your room”.
I try one last time to kiss my wife but she turns away so all I can do is give her a peck on the cheek. “Times up honey, I’m not yours to kiss anymore”. She moves close and I sadly turn my head expecting a return peck, her lips reach my ear and she whispers her last words, “so fuck off and leave me to have my fun”.
Part 2, other stories and various cuckold themed stuff will be posted on my new blog: jaiceesdominantwives.blogspot.com
The Weekday Wife (Part 1 - Friday Night)
My hands are shaking as I unlock the front door to my house. My heart is heavy and I feel physically sick as I push the door open and enter. I can hear music playing upstairs, it does nothing to lighten my despairing mood. I put my briefcase on the table and with a deep sigh start slowly up the stairs.
I used to love Friday evenings, work finished, the weekend to look forward to. Now it’s different. I hate Fridays.
I can hear Vikki humming happily to the music as I reach the top of the stairs. Our bedroom door is slightly ajar and I pause, trying to compose myself, before slowly pushing the door fully open.
Vikki is sitting at the dressing table, brushing her long blonde hair dry from the shower. She is wearing a black silky robe open at the front and I catch a glimpse of the reflection of the swell of her perfect breasts before her eyes meet mine in the mirror and she pulls the robe together with a faint smile as she sees me looking.
“Hi honey, I didn’t hear you come in”
I’m sure she can hear the quiver in my voice because the smile is back as I answer, “Hello darling”
My mouth and throat feel dry, I’m sure I can hear my heart hammering in my chest. I can’t bring myself to speak further.
I sit on the edge of the bed, my eyes never leaving her reflection. Vikki’s already done her make up. Immaculate as ever. Lips, deep red and inviting. Eyes, sparkling with excitement. My wife’s eyes meet mine in the mirror and smiles as she recognizes the deep, desperate desire I have for her.
“Come on honey, don’t sit there staring. You haven’t got all day. Get yourself ready, you don’t want to be late now do you.”
“No, of course” I mumble sadly as I rise and start removing my suit to get showered and changed. Vikki watches me in the mirror as she finishes brushing her hair. She giggles as I pull my trousers off revealing the tell tale bulge in my shorts. Despite everything I’m hard.
I pull off my shorts and pad naked to the bathroom, my erection bobbing as I walk.
“Better not wash that thing too fast honey, it looks just about ready to go off”, Vicky laughs.
My mind is in a whirl as the shower cascades over me. What can I do, what can I say to change what’s happening to us. I have to stop this, but how. At least the combination of anxiety and cool water has caused my erection to subside at last. I have to talk to Vikki now and put a stop to this once and for all.
With a newfound determination I pull open the bathroom door but stop dead, speechless at the sight before me.
Vikki is standing in front of the mirror and the robe has gone. She is wearing a tiny black satin thong with matching bra, sheer stockings and suspender belt and impossibly high heel stiletto shoes which emphasise the perfect shape of her long legs.
My eyes are drawn to the shiny triangle of material tight against her flat stomach, running between her firm thighs. She looks so beautiful that my heart aches with desire and nature takes it course as I feel myself stiffening again. My mouth is dry, my heart thumping, I can’t bring myself to speak.
Vikki turns towards me, looking me up and down with a knowing smile, “look at you, like a little lost puppy. Poor boy I’m so cruel to you sometimes aren’t I ?”
I know this is my last chance. I have to stop this now, get things back how they used to be.
“Vikki, we have to talk,” I manage to blurt out, “I just can’t do this.”
My wife sways sexily towards me the smile never leaving her face. “Don’t be silly honey, it’s far too late for that now. She stands in front of me, almost touching, her full red lips inches from mine, her panty covered crotch a mere millimetre from the end of my straining cock. She reaches down and gently takes my erection in her hand.
I can feel my legs trembling as she begins to slide her fingers up and down my cock with feather light strokes. I ache to kiss her, she leans away as I try, with a delighted giggle. My legs are beginning to buckle under her maddening teasing. Vikki glances at her watch, an expensive birthday present from me to her, “you’ve got exactly half an hour left honey. After that I’m no longer yours, “ she pauses to saviour my despair before leaning close to whisper in my ear, “I’m his”.
I hear the involuntary sob escape my throat as she releases her hold and steps back, still smiling.
“You’d better start packing honey, your times nearly up”.
I now know it’s pointless trying to argue. We both know if I was man enough to stop this I would have done so long ago. At the start.
I resignedly pull out my overnight bag from the wardrobe. Vikki sits back on the bed, leaning against the headboard , knees slightly bent, legs slightly apart., watching in obvious amusement as I sadly go about the business of packing the things I need for the weekend.
“Where are you staying honey”
“In the Marriott, in town”, I mumble sulkily.
“That’s sweet, the nearest hotel you can find. You like to be close don’t you honey”, she teases. “Does that help you, being close to the action “, she giggles, “or does that make it harder”.
Vikki glances at her watch, “twenty minutes to go”, she announces cheerfully, “then I can wave goodbye to my little weekday husband and say hello to my big weekend lover”. As she says the word “little” she pointedly looks down at my cock.
“God this is so exciting, I’m so wet. I can’t wait to see him”. She pushes one hand down between her legs and strokes herself through her panties her eyes never leaving mine.
I try to ignore her taunts as I zip up my bag but she knows I can’t resist watching her. She knows I want her more than ever.
“All done honey ?” She sings out happily. “There’s a good boy, ten minutes left to get dressed.
I pull on my jeans and sweater and dejectedly pick up my bag. I hear the clicking of her heels on the wooden stairs as she follows me down. Pausing as I open the door, I ask, “aren’t you going to get dressed ?”
“No point honey”, she smiles, “I’m so wet, I’ll want him the minute he gets here. I don’t want to waste any time getting undressed, I just want him inside me”. My wife giggles at my shocked expression. “you can think about that on the way honey. He’ll be fucking me before you even get in your room”.
I try one last time to kiss my wife but she turns away so all I can do is give her a peck on the cheek. “Times up honey, I’m not yours to kiss anymore”. She moves close and I sadly turn my head expecting a return peck, her lips reach my ear and she whispers her last words, “so fuck off and leave me to have my fun”.