24-12-2018, 11:22 AM
"Worried about your pretty wife?" Allie asked giving me a fake sweet smile.
I shrugged trying to look unconcerned. When I didn't say anything, she added "Don't worry Mike, Scott will take good care of her."
I felt lightheaded. I gave a stupid excuse about getting some food, and moved away from this group of the bride and her bridesmaids. I felt Allie's eyes on my crotch as I stood. She probably could tell I was hard. I'm sure Jen told her I got hot when she fucked other men. I blushed feeling humiliated.
I got a plate from the buffet. I felt everyone's eyes on me. They all knew my wife was with Scott. I played with the food for a few minutes, then retreated back to the sanctuary of our room.
I texted Jen: "How's it going?" She didn't answer. Thirty minutes later I texted "R u ok?" Still she didn't answer. I tried to keep busy by packing our things, since our train left later that day.
Around 1pm I went back down to the lobby. I was getting worried and planned to borrow someone's car to look for them. They were setting up a big "goodbye" lunch for all the wedding guests. As the elevator opened on the lobby floor, I saw Jen talking to Jill and Allie. "Hey sleepy head, finally waking up?" she said to me. Jill and Allie laughed. WTF?! Here I was worried about her, and she teases me?
"I texted and called you," I said.
"Oh sorry my battery ran out," she said, then turned back to talk to Jill and Allie. It was like I wasn't even there.
Jill and Allie were holding glasses of wine. "Mike can you get me a glass of wine?" Jen asked.
I went to the bar. "Could I get two whites?" I asked the bartender.
I brought the wines back but Jen and the other girls had already sat down for lunch. I went into the dining room and saw Jen sitting next to Scott. They were sitting close together, laughing and talking, just like last night. She hadn't saved me a seat next to her. It was one of those lunches where you weren't supposed to sit next to your spouse, but still. I brought the wine to her. She didn't notice me at first, so involved was she talking to Scott. "Oh, thanks honey but Scott got me one," she said, holding a glass of red. Then she turned back to talk to him.
I sat across the room and tried to make polite conversation. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I kept looking at Jen and Scott. Each time I looked they seemed to be sitting closer together, their heads almost touching as they talked. I'm sure everyone noticed, how they were spending so much time together, how my wife was brazenly flirting with another man right in front of me. Was his hand on her thigh under the table? Was she full of his cum?
Finally lunch ended and we boarded our train back into the city. Jen had drank a few glasses of wine, so she was tired. As soon as we sat down, she leaned her head against my shoulder and fell asleep. I put my arm around her. We were both exhausted when we finally got to our apartment. I wanted to talk to her about what had happened, but it would have to wait until tomorrow.
The next morning, I had to leave early for a client meeting. I left before Jen even woke up. I stayed busy until lunch, but then I had some free time to think. I couldn't understand the weekend. Jen knew I was up to play the Game again if she wanted to. If she wanted to fuck Scott she could tell me, she didn't need to be coy.
Our relationship hadn't gotten back to how it had been before Ricky. Our time together after graduation and before our wedding had been so exciting, magical even. But then Ricky happened. I'd encouraged it. I thought it was just an exciting game. I thought afterward things would go back to how they'd been. But they hadn't.
Sex wasn't as good, at least for her, I was sure. I couldn't satisfy her the way those other men could, and the passage of time didn't cure that. Yeah, I could always get her off with my tongue. But I didn't have the body or cock to rock her world the way those other guys could.
What's worse, we didn't seem as together as before. We loved each other for sure. But it didn't seem like we were as close. We didn't hang out together and laugh and whisper sweet nothings to each other like we used to do. We weren't in sync like before. Sometimes she seemed distracted, even distant. It was like something was wedged between us, keeping us from getting back together like before.
After work I picked up groceries and made dinner. She always worked out after work, so by the time she got home I had dinner all laid out, including a bottle of wine and candles. She smiled seeing what I'd done, and we had a quiet romantic dinner.
Afterwards she leaned against me on the sofa as I rubbed her shoulders and neck. I wanted her really relaxed before getting into the weekend. Finally I said, "It was a good wedding, huh?"
"Yeah, I had an awesome time catching up with everyone."
"Jack and Jill went to Belize?"
"Yeah, they have a cute little cottage right on the water."
We chatted like that for a while. Then, finally I said "I guess I was surprised you didn't wake me up yesterday."
"I tried but you were out of it." She giggled. "How much did you drink at the reception?"
I wondered how hard she tried. "It's not like I had anything else to do," I said. "You were with Scott all night."
I guess she heard the hurt in my voice. She turned around to face me. "Are you all right?" When I didn't answer, she said "I was just catching up with everybody."
"Why'd it take 4 hours yesterday? It's only an hour round trip."
"Traffic was horrendous. And then we got stuck talking to Jill's aunts and uncles who stayed at the house instead of the hotel." When I didn't answer, she added, "Mike, nothing happened."
I started feeling like an idiot, and guilty for thinking she'd lied. Trying to explain, I said "It's just that, you talked to Scott so much."
"I don't know," she said with a shrug. "He's interesting, we have a lot in common. We like a lot of the same bands, and he's really into the outdoors."
Her answer didn't exactly make me feel better. She rested her head on my chest, and I held her, both of us quiet. Then I finally got to what I wanted to say. "If something HAD happened, I'd be okay with that. You know that right?"
She pushed off me and sat straight on the sofa. "Yeah Mike I know that." There was a dismissive coldness in her voice. "You're all over the place," she said frustrated. "You get jealous if I talk to someone, and disappointed if I don't fuck him."
"I'm not saying I want you to fuck Scott," I hurriedly said. "I'm just saying, if you do I'd be okay with it." This was not going right. I DIDN'T want her to fuck Scott, there was something about him I didn't like. But if she did fuck him, I wanted her to tell me about it. That's what I was trying to say, but it wasn't coming out right.
She shook her head, frustration and anger brewing. "Mike, I'm not going to do something like that. I mean, god, you're the one worried about our friends knowing."
It's not a good thing when Jen gets angry. She doesn't often, but when she does it takes a while before she cools down. "Listen, I'm sorry, you're 100% right," I said soothingly, trying to head off her anger. "I'm a complete idiot," I added, putting my arms around her.
"You are an idiot," she said hitting me on the chest, but the anger was gone and she didn't pull away from me.
Later that night in bed, I put my arm around her and tentatively kissed her. I wanted her, but wasn't sure if she'd be into it given our argument. She let me kiss her, and began responding. I moved my hand under my old frat t-shirt she wears to bed, and she didn't stop me when I cupped her breast. Her nipple hardened when I rubbed it with my thumb. I knew I was in business when she paused and pulled off her t-shirt.
I kissed and fondled down her body, lingering at her breasts. They're small but perfectly formed with perky nipples. Her nipples are super sensitive so I spent a long time sucking and rubbing them. At the same time my hands roamed her body, my fingers tracing between her ass checks, caressing her inner thighs.
Finally I left her bosom and traveled down her body. I didn't linger on her stomach -- sometimes she can be ticklish there -- but feeling her tummy always turned me on, so flat and firm from great genes and a lot of exercising. I finally got to her pussy. During the day she wears lacy thongs, but at night to sleep she wears cotton panties, so cute because often they have little bows on the waistband. I was gratified to see a wet spot in the panties. I pulled them down her long legs, and then I spread her legs and went down on her. I took my time, licking and touching her how I knew she liked it, teasingly building her up and letting her come down.
When we first started going out I'd eat her out but not to climax. Instead, after getting her hot, I'd mount her and finish her through intercourse. Usually I could get her to cum that way, and it made me feel good having her orgasm on my cock. It was harder now to get her to cum that way. I guess she got spoiled by longer and thicker cocks. So I always made sure to make her cum with my tongue, no matter how long it took, because I wanted to make sure she got off.
Tonight it didn't take long. After just a few minutes she convulsed and squealed and came. Afterwards I moved up her body. She reached between us and guided my cock into her. "God you're so hard!" she moaned as I entered her. "Fuck me Mike, fuck me hard!"
I shrugged trying to look unconcerned. When I didn't say anything, she added "Don't worry Mike, Scott will take good care of her."
I felt lightheaded. I gave a stupid excuse about getting some food, and moved away from this group of the bride and her bridesmaids. I felt Allie's eyes on my crotch as I stood. She probably could tell I was hard. I'm sure Jen told her I got hot when she fucked other men. I blushed feeling humiliated.
I got a plate from the buffet. I felt everyone's eyes on me. They all knew my wife was with Scott. I played with the food for a few minutes, then retreated back to the sanctuary of our room.
I texted Jen: "How's it going?" She didn't answer. Thirty minutes later I texted "R u ok?" Still she didn't answer. I tried to keep busy by packing our things, since our train left later that day.
Around 1pm I went back down to the lobby. I was getting worried and planned to borrow someone's car to look for them. They were setting up a big "goodbye" lunch for all the wedding guests. As the elevator opened on the lobby floor, I saw Jen talking to Jill and Allie. "Hey sleepy head, finally waking up?" she said to me. Jill and Allie laughed. WTF?! Here I was worried about her, and she teases me?
"I texted and called you," I said.
"Oh sorry my battery ran out," she said, then turned back to talk to Jill and Allie. It was like I wasn't even there.
Jill and Allie were holding glasses of wine. "Mike can you get me a glass of wine?" Jen asked.
I went to the bar. "Could I get two whites?" I asked the bartender.
I brought the wines back but Jen and the other girls had already sat down for lunch. I went into the dining room and saw Jen sitting next to Scott. They were sitting close together, laughing and talking, just like last night. She hadn't saved me a seat next to her. It was one of those lunches where you weren't supposed to sit next to your spouse, but still. I brought the wine to her. She didn't notice me at first, so involved was she talking to Scott. "Oh, thanks honey but Scott got me one," she said, holding a glass of red. Then she turned back to talk to him.
I sat across the room and tried to make polite conversation. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I kept looking at Jen and Scott. Each time I looked they seemed to be sitting closer together, their heads almost touching as they talked. I'm sure everyone noticed, how they were spending so much time together, how my wife was brazenly flirting with another man right in front of me. Was his hand on her thigh under the table? Was she full of his cum?
Finally lunch ended and we boarded our train back into the city. Jen had drank a few glasses of wine, so she was tired. As soon as we sat down, she leaned her head against my shoulder and fell asleep. I put my arm around her. We were both exhausted when we finally got to our apartment. I wanted to talk to her about what had happened, but it would have to wait until tomorrow.
The next morning, I had to leave early for a client meeting. I left before Jen even woke up. I stayed busy until lunch, but then I had some free time to think. I couldn't understand the weekend. Jen knew I was up to play the Game again if she wanted to. If she wanted to fuck Scott she could tell me, she didn't need to be coy.
Our relationship hadn't gotten back to how it had been before Ricky. Our time together after graduation and before our wedding had been so exciting, magical even. But then Ricky happened. I'd encouraged it. I thought it was just an exciting game. I thought afterward things would go back to how they'd been. But they hadn't.
Sex wasn't as good, at least for her, I was sure. I couldn't satisfy her the way those other men could, and the passage of time didn't cure that. Yeah, I could always get her off with my tongue. But I didn't have the body or cock to rock her world the way those other guys could.
What's worse, we didn't seem as together as before. We loved each other for sure. But it didn't seem like we were as close. We didn't hang out together and laugh and whisper sweet nothings to each other like we used to do. We weren't in sync like before. Sometimes she seemed distracted, even distant. It was like something was wedged between us, keeping us from getting back together like before.
After work I picked up groceries and made dinner. She always worked out after work, so by the time she got home I had dinner all laid out, including a bottle of wine and candles. She smiled seeing what I'd done, and we had a quiet romantic dinner.
Afterwards she leaned against me on the sofa as I rubbed her shoulders and neck. I wanted her really relaxed before getting into the weekend. Finally I said, "It was a good wedding, huh?"
"Yeah, I had an awesome time catching up with everyone."
"Jack and Jill went to Belize?"
"Yeah, they have a cute little cottage right on the water."
We chatted like that for a while. Then, finally I said "I guess I was surprised you didn't wake me up yesterday."
"I tried but you were out of it." She giggled. "How much did you drink at the reception?"
I wondered how hard she tried. "It's not like I had anything else to do," I said. "You were with Scott all night."
I guess she heard the hurt in my voice. She turned around to face me. "Are you all right?" When I didn't answer, she said "I was just catching up with everybody."
"Why'd it take 4 hours yesterday? It's only an hour round trip."
"Traffic was horrendous. And then we got stuck talking to Jill's aunts and uncles who stayed at the house instead of the hotel." When I didn't answer, she added, "Mike, nothing happened."
I started feeling like an idiot, and guilty for thinking she'd lied. Trying to explain, I said "It's just that, you talked to Scott so much."
"I don't know," she said with a shrug. "He's interesting, we have a lot in common. We like a lot of the same bands, and he's really into the outdoors."
Her answer didn't exactly make me feel better. She rested her head on my chest, and I held her, both of us quiet. Then I finally got to what I wanted to say. "If something HAD happened, I'd be okay with that. You know that right?"
She pushed off me and sat straight on the sofa. "Yeah Mike I know that." There was a dismissive coldness in her voice. "You're all over the place," she said frustrated. "You get jealous if I talk to someone, and disappointed if I don't fuck him."
"I'm not saying I want you to fuck Scott," I hurriedly said. "I'm just saying, if you do I'd be okay with it." This was not going right. I DIDN'T want her to fuck Scott, there was something about him I didn't like. But if she did fuck him, I wanted her to tell me about it. That's what I was trying to say, but it wasn't coming out right.
She shook her head, frustration and anger brewing. "Mike, I'm not going to do something like that. I mean, god, you're the one worried about our friends knowing."
It's not a good thing when Jen gets angry. She doesn't often, but when she does it takes a while before she cools down. "Listen, I'm sorry, you're 100% right," I said soothingly, trying to head off her anger. "I'm a complete idiot," I added, putting my arms around her.
"You are an idiot," she said hitting me on the chest, but the anger was gone and she didn't pull away from me.
Later that night in bed, I put my arm around her and tentatively kissed her. I wanted her, but wasn't sure if she'd be into it given our argument. She let me kiss her, and began responding. I moved my hand under my old frat t-shirt she wears to bed, and she didn't stop me when I cupped her breast. Her nipple hardened when I rubbed it with my thumb. I knew I was in business when she paused and pulled off her t-shirt.
I kissed and fondled down her body, lingering at her breasts. They're small but perfectly formed with perky nipples. Her nipples are super sensitive so I spent a long time sucking and rubbing them. At the same time my hands roamed her body, my fingers tracing between her ass checks, caressing her inner thighs.
Finally I left her bosom and traveled down her body. I didn't linger on her stomach -- sometimes she can be ticklish there -- but feeling her tummy always turned me on, so flat and firm from great genes and a lot of exercising. I finally got to her pussy. During the day she wears lacy thongs, but at night to sleep she wears cotton panties, so cute because often they have little bows on the waistband. I was gratified to see a wet spot in the panties. I pulled them down her long legs, and then I spread her legs and went down on her. I took my time, licking and touching her how I knew she liked it, teasingly building her up and letting her come down.
When we first started going out I'd eat her out but not to climax. Instead, after getting her hot, I'd mount her and finish her through intercourse. Usually I could get her to cum that way, and it made me feel good having her orgasm on my cock. It was harder now to get her to cum that way. I guess she got spoiled by longer and thicker cocks. So I always made sure to make her cum with my tongue, no matter how long it took, because I wanted to make sure she got off.
Tonight it didn't take long. After just a few minutes she convulsed and squealed and came. Afterwards I moved up her body. She reached between us and guided my cock into her. "God you're so hard!" she moaned as I entered her. "Fuck me Mike, fuck me hard!"
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