The Wife and I

[ChasteHusband62]

My wife and I had decided to have a "date" of our own, and since the Saturday wasn't raining, and the sky was a beautiful patch work of white fleecy clouds against an astonishingly vivid blue (and hardly any wind!) we went to a small bistro-type of place we liked going to now and then.

I was quietly ebullient about having my wife all to myself, but I didn't let on about it. As she got dressed, I complimented her on her looks. I always did that, of course, but it was no idle comment as far as I was concerned. At 62, my wife was (to me) just as a beautiful, and perhaps even more sexy, than ever!


When we got to our destination, we were lucky to get a table out in the open sun; as we had hoped. The waitress, a young 20-something woman with a few visible tattoos on her neck, greeted us and handed us the mornings menu.

"What a beautiful morning!" My wife said, glancing around her and up at the sky above us.

It certainly was.



We eventually each ordered a cup of coffee, and decided to split a sweet roll, and while setting in the sun, I happened to see "Duane", one of my wife's Bulls. We hadn't expected to see him there, of course, though the chances were favorable in such a medium sized city.

I was the one that waved and got Duane's attention, and as my wife turned to look, she too waved. He was with two other black guys about his same age (37). They looked in our direction, and I had a feeling that they had heard him talk about either my wife, or about us both; and I felt slightly uncertain what to do. I didn't feel embarrassed, as such, though. After a moment, he came over.

"Hey there!" He said, as my wife stood up and hugged him. "Wow! Good to see you. I haven't talked to you in a long time. Wow. You look great!" He said. My wife smiled at that.

I offered for him to join us, but he said he couldn't.

I noticed his two friends had taken a seat inside the bistro, and they were staring out the window in our direction. I was absolutely certain that they were fully aware of the "relationship" between my wife and Duane, and probably of mine as well. I could see them talking excitedly. They were both smiling! I could imagine what it was they were saying about my wife, as well as about me!

Duane stood there talking to my wife mostly, but occasionally glancing in my direction as well.

"We need to get together sometime," my wife was saying, shielding her eyes from the sun as she sat looking up into Duane's face.

"Yeah," he said. "That's true. You still have my cell number, don't you?"

"I sure do!"

"Give me a call then."

"I will definitely do that," my wife said, and, as she said that, she put her hand on my leg under the small metal table we were setting at. She patted it. As if reassuring me of her affections for me.

Setting there in the bright sun light, I had gotten a hard-on watching my wife and Duane chatting in such familiar, and friendly terms. The guy had fucked my wife quite a few times before that day, and then they hadn't seen one another for nearly six months, or so. That was not a detail that troubled me, though. If anything, it excited me. The thing that really got me, though, was how relaxed and self-confidant Duane was! He knew I was her husband, but he also knew I was a cuckold, and that he was fucking her because I was willing to let him do so!

Duane bent down and my wife and he exchanged a brief kiss. Then he stood up, smiled over at me, nodded goodbye, and turned and walked into the bistro, where his two friends were no doubt eagerly waiting to hear all about it!


For a moment my wife and I sat in silence as we sipped the remained of our coffee, and snacked on the sweet roll.

"That was a nice surprise," I commented after a moment longer.

"You mean Duane?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't expect to see him hear."


We finished our snack and the coffee, paid the bill, and went to the car. As we did, Duane and my wife waved at one another. As we drove off down the street, I said, in as casual a manner as I could muster: "You going to fuck him again?"

A short pause. Then my wife said: "I'd like to."

I didn't reply.

"Is that okay?" She asked when I didn't say anything. She put her hand on my right leg as she did.

"Of course."

"Your sure?"

"I am sure!"

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"I love you."

"I know you do. I have never doubted that."

She leaned back over and kissed me once again.

"Thank you!"

I glanced over at her as I waited for the traffic light to change to green, and smiled.

"Thank YOU."

She let her hand slide down between my thighs as I turned left in the intersection. Her finger tips found my cock bulge, and she massaged it as best she could under the circumstances.

"I'm very lucky," she said.

"So am I!" I replied; and I meant it. Then I added, as an afterthought: "But Duane's just as lucky!"

Her fingers continued to massage my bulge.

"Your sweet", she said.

"No I'm not. I'm a cuckold."

"Same thing," she said.

"Maybe." I replied, smiling.

She kissed my cheek again. I loved the feel of her warm breath on my face, as well as that subtle aroma that was clearly, and distinctly "her."

[davey]

Do go on...

[licker_69]

Yes, please continue. I am glad to see you are writing more of your wife's exploits. She sounds like one fine woman and very hot.