PART ONE
We stopped and I went in to the store and got what she asked for. She gave me a beaming smile as I handed her the bag with the grease in it. She hugged it for the remainder of the drive as if it was a special treasure, and I guess it was to her.
I had a persistent and uncomfortable hardon for the rest of the drive home. The image in my mind of my wife with another man’s rod sliding between her breasts shiny with shortening was making me impatient to say the least.
We got home in late afternoon. I gathered out stuff from the car and carried it into the house. I found her already on her phone. I guessed she was talking to Karol on the speaker when I heard Karol’s voice. My wife was telling Karol about the couple in the hot tub; telling her about how they were flirting with her. Karol asked why she didn’t do something with them. Karol asked if I objected.
My wife told her that I was approving, but she really missed Ron and Dan.
Karol laughed and asked my wife if she missed her as well. My wife responded with a quiet laugh and said she missed Karol most of all. Karol laughed out loud and said she knew better. She knew my wife was a ‘cockhound’ as she put it just like she was. My wife laughed and agreed with her.
Karol asked about her and Ron or Dan coming over or us going to ‘visit’ them. My wife looked at me and declined, begging off because we were both exhausted from the drive but suggested maybe the next day we could ‘play together’ as she put it at our place.
My wife asked if Ron and Dan would both be there. Karol laughed and said if that’s what she wanted, they were both there already.
My wife laughed. She said we were going to shower and go to bed, but she would wait for tomorrow for sex since I always enjoyed her when she was ‘pre-lubed. Karol laughed; said not to worry and broke the connection.
My wife stripped in the bedroom and started her shower. I asked if I could join her. She looked at me with my stiff dick and told me she knew I needed relief, but it would be better if I waited.
She finished and I showered and met her in our kitchen. I Had pulled on a set of sweats and found her in a medium length robe that was seriously gapped, showing a lot of cleavage.
She had fixed us a light dinner of cheeses and snack meats with glasses of wine already poured. I smiled at her as I sat at the counter with her told her she wasn’t being fair. I told her that she was showing a lot of cleavage and wasn’t helping my condition.
She kissed me and grinned. She said it would all be worth it tomorrow.
We finished our light supper and with the effects of the long drive and the wine were ready for bed shortly thereafter.
I was in bed first and she followed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and change. She came into the room and dropped her robe on the foot of the bed and was in her usual attire of panties and one of my old threadbare tee shirts. The shirt was so thin from wear and highlighted by her bedside lamp that I could see the shadowy outline of her rounded breasts and even the points raised in the material by her nipples.
She slipped into bed, kissed me a peck goodnight kiss and turned her light off. I suddenly wasn’t tired so I turned the TV on. It usually bores me to ....... I was ...... before I even realized what was playing.
I woke, not knowing why for a moment. TV was still playing some old black and white movie and even slightly lighting the room. I lay still for a moment, coming out of my deep ...... when I heard her breathing heavily; not the deep breathing of deep ......, but deep breathing; almost panting. I could even hear her moaning very quietly. At first I thought she was having a nightmare, but as I quietly rolled over to see what the problem might be, I saw her uncovered; her tee shirt up around her neck and her hips moving slightly. I looked closer and saw, in the light from the TV, that she had one hand massaging her naked breast and another between her legs. I very slowly moved to a better position and saw what she was doing. She was stroking her favorite silicone dildo in and out of her cunt.
I watched, fascinated since I had never seen her use the dildo before. It was a gag gift from the previous Valentine’s Day and I knew she kept it in her nightstand next to her side of the bed. She seemed pretty experienced with it from what I knew and could see. She seemed to know just how to bring herself to the edge and then retreat, ony to being herself up again. Each time she did it, she seemed to bring herself closer and closer to climax. It seemed like she was torturing herself.
I watched her for what seemed like ten minutes or more before she finally arched her back and gasped Ron’s name over and over as her orgasms (it seemed like more than one) shook her body before she collapsed and relaxed.
It was only a moment later I thought I heard her breathing like she was asleep. I rolled onto my back and started to stroke my painful hardon. I heard her whisper to me that I didn’t dare. Embarrassed at being caught, I rolled away from her and finally drifted off to a restless .......
I woke just as the sun was coming up and once I was fully awake I started thinking; wondering; anticipating what they was going to bring. I I got out of bed, pulled on a set of sweats and started the coffee in the kitchen.
The coffee just finished brewing when my beautiful wife came into the kitchen. She carried her tee shirt and panties from last night and tossed them into the laundry room then she said she was grateful for the coffee and sat next to me at the counter. Her robe gaped open at her cleavage and I could tell from the swell of her tit mounds that she had nothing on beneath the robe.
I guess she caught me peeking down the front of her robe. She laughed and told me there wasn’t anything down there that I hadn’t seen before. Then she spread her legs and I saw or rather she showed me her neatly trimmed pussy hair, plump mound and delicious looking slit.
I smiled at her, trying to hide my intense ogling of my own wife’s extraordinary charms.
She looked at me over her cup as she took a sip. She put the cup down and smiled at me. She said she was sorry about last night in bed and she just couldn’t seem to ...... so she wanted to relax herself.
I smiled at her and told her she didn’t sound sorry.
She said she really was as she grinned and promised to make it up to me.
I told her I loved her and she’d better make it up to me or be responsible for my pain in my crotch.
She smiled at me and picked up her phone. He texted something and in less than a minute her phone chimed with an incoming text.
She read the text, looked at me and told me that Karol, Dan and Ron would be here in about an hour. She was going to shower before they got here since her ‘activity’ in bed last night left her a little sweaty.
She was dressed in tennis shorts, a sleeveless pullover blouse and sandals. She had on just the right amount of makeup to make her look fresh and almost innocent. There were no panty lines evident in the tight shorts and I could see her breasts were clothed in one of her soft silky bras that Ron was so fond of. Her tits were temptingly round and soft looking without being too slutty. She saw me looking and said that she had a bra on because it was so much more fun.
Just then the doorbell rang.
