Early Friday morning: The past few days have been a little different for us.
Wednesday afternoon at the office, the secretary asked my wife to go to a movie with her on the coming Tuesday. Her husband has a date that night with the assistant principal at the school where he teaches. She couldn’t go with her Tuesday for the reason she would be attending a work-related event that night. When she arrived home, she phoned the woman back. A few minutes into their conversation, she suggested the woman could take me to the movie with her instead. She glanced over to me from the phone and I nodded an “okay.”
I asked when she hung up whether she was setting me up for a sex date. She laughed and said, “That’s up to you two. You don’t tell me what to do, so this time I won’t tell you.” In truth, I feel sure this will be entirely social, but I have learned never to be assured of anything our out-of-the-way lives.
My wife was out on a date last night. I’ll get to that in a minute.
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We had Thanksgiving dinner at the home of my wife’s boss and his wife. Among the ten guests, the only others among from her bank were the executive secretary and the CFO. He was an engineer who worked for a NASA contractor, then went back to school to become a CPA. I asked why he got into banking instead of staying in practice as a rocket scientist. He said, “Either way, It’s all numbers.” He told my wife he plans to retire in five years but is thinking about hiring a part-time assistant and he will need to find another accountant to take his job when that comes about.
My wife suggested she knows a smart, young accounting student who would be thrilled working part-time under a professional. She was talking about Beau, and after we left I told her that, considering her sexual connection with him, I had some trepidation over the idea of him working at the same bank. She said that won’t be a problem if he is actually hired. She will have a talk with him to make sure he gives the impression he only knows me “a little through his parents.” She will phone him tonight and ask him to call the CFO to set up an interview as the man requested.
I suppose that could work out. No one has any clue her boss is also fucking her and even he doesn’t know about her relationship with Beau and his roommate friend. I personally couldn’t handle that complication, but she has her own experienced opinions about what she can control.
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My wife’s boss told her she could take five extra days off through the end of December and she’s now off work four days for the long Thanksgiving weekend. Each year, he’s invited to more holiday parties than he can attend. This year, he will split those with my wife who will go to several in his place.
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To avoid the typical office distractions, I was home Wednesday catching up on work. The previous day, she phoned me a half hour before she would be leaving the office to tell me she had a date that night. The painting contractor recently at our home had called her cell phone and asked if she could be free tomorrow. They agreed, dependent on whether it how her husband felt about it. She said, I told him I would call him back from my car when I’m on my way home. So what do you think?” I said she didn’t need to ask. I was fine with that.
This would be a bit different. It isn’t often that she dresses sexy for a date, and it isn’t often that a guy picks her up at our home either. Most often, she drives to the guy’s place ears whatever she wore that day to the office or wherever else she might have been at the time.
She laid out a red dress that was a gift but has only been worn twice in the past year. She asked me to join her in the shower. Each side of that dress has side slits from the waist down that bare a portion of her hips and legs. It doesn’t allow for underclothing.
My wife likes to tease and that turns my mind to mush. She stroked my limp cock in the shower and said, “He’s gonna be fucking your wife tonight, you know.” My dick swelled as she went on with a whine, “He’s gonna be fucking me hard with his big cock after we get to his place at the night club. He’s gonna cum in me, honey. In my married pussy. And when he’s worked me over, he’ll take me home to you.”
I breathed arduously as her fist increased its pace, pumping my stick faster than I could possibly fuck. I said, “Oh yeah, you want that stiff cock, don’t you?” She whimpered in a high-pitched tone, “Oh yes. He’s so good and his cock is so big and strong. I know you like that, a big guy with a big cock inside your wife. He’s gonna fuck me so good.” My knees wobbled and I stammered, “Yeah, I need his cock in your hot cunt as much as you.” She stopped pumping my putz before I was about to spurt and said, “I don’t want to ruin your jack-off later while I’m out.” In truth though, a part of the scenario she weaved was a slight fantasy. I spotted his erect penis briefly at our home when he was about to fuck her on a break from painting our rooms and he’s pretty average in size. Either way, my wife clearly liked it.
He drove up around seven-fifteen and she greeted him with a deep kiss at the door as I watched across the room. She reached for her purse from the couch and turned to say, “I’ll call you on my way home.” He grinned and said to me, “Thanks for the loan,” and she ushered him out the door.
Imagining him fucking my wife that night, I unzipped my fly and jerked off until I was cumming hard into my handkerchief.
Some details about what happened thereafter are a bit fuzzy to me but I have a few particulars as she later related those to me in bed. His former girlfriend is a dancer at a lounge advertising itself as a “gentlemen’s club.” I’ve never been there. He had told the woman about his recently meeting and fucking a married woman and she said she would like to meet her.
Within minutes after the two were seated at a wall-length couch in the place, the woman finished a dance and came over to meet them. My wife said she’s a 27-year-old, raven haired fox with a great figure. She wore a two-piece gold outfit that could have been taken as a revealing swim suit. They conversed about ten minutes. Before the woman was to go back on stage, she asked both if they would care to have a threesome that night at his place. He said to my wife, “What do you think?” My wife asked her if she was bi, although he had already told her the woman has sexual encounters with other women. The girl grinned and said, “Sure am. I’m hoping you are too.” My wife grinned and said, “Sounds like fun.” The woman said she could leave work in a half hour and would meet them at his place.
What happened thereafter is where I’m missing the details for the reason we haven’t had time for a longer talk. Maybe we won’t anyway in that I lack the curiosity I have about most of her hookups. He fucked both women, and she and the dancer were engaged in girl-girl activity for a while. She mentioned to my wife, “I didn’t know he knew women like you. You have ‘class'.”My wife asked what she meant and she responded, “You know, different from the women I work with.”
My wife said the “best part” was that the woman told him she felt she had made a mistake in allowing their relationship to wither and asked if he was interested in seeing her again. He agreed and both indicated they were interested in a deeper, long-term connection. She asked my wife is she would be interested in getting together with them again. My wife somewhat agreed, saying because she’s married and works, it wouldn’t be a regular thing, maybe once every three or four months. The woman said that would be great.
He brought her home about a half hour past midnight. I was already in bed and we had a few minutes’ conversation. Before we both fell asleep, I reminded her, “You said your regular guys most likely wouldn’t be available in December. But your having sex so often before that, it’s like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter. You’re fucking a lot.”
She grinned and said, “Good analogy. These past few days have been great, haven’t they?” I sighed and said, “Yeah, I like it too.” She said, “I knowww. It’s all for you too.”
I know that’s true, but she’s the one getting fucked.
~ Des
Oh, no!!! That could never happen, could it??? 
