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New Adventures 3
As previously stated, I’m playing catch up here with events, but just to cover a bit of ground quickly I’ll just say that it has been more than two weeks since my wife’s little confession. It had a very exciting impact on our already brilliant sex lives, all guilt of her feelings has been all but wiped out and she has become more vocal about what turns both her and myself on, something that I’ve been wanting for quite a while. Unfortunately, her gorgeous Irishman has not visited her office since, my wife has seen his colleagues there on occasion but not him. However, this has not stopped him from featuring in no small way in our sex life, and he hasn’t been the only one to feature in our new games.
A typical morning in our house consists of myself waking-up just before the alarm, I don’t know why, that but, hey it is what is, tidying myself up, and making a cup of tea for when she finally wakes up herself. I work very odd hours, so no 9-5 for me, but as I’ve previously stated my wife works in a busy, male dominated, office, in a male dominated industry. So, she has the routine of shower, make-up, business suit and off to work. She has always taken a great pride in how she looks, but had largely veered on the formal, corporate style of dress in the past. I love watching her get ready, always held great fascination, on her first day back at work after our, (even by our standards), steamy weekend, I asked if I could pick what she wore that day.
“Ok, why? … what’s wrong with what I’ve picked out?”, not an atypical question from a lady of a certain age.
“Nothing, you look great … you always look great, just think you’ve nothing to prove there, perhaps you may just want to, I don’t know, loosen it up a bit” I lay at the end of the bed as she sat in front of the full-length mirror “putting on her face”. She gave me a quizzical but not unpleasant glance.
“Nothing major, but, you have lovely clothes that don’t get much of an airing except at weekends, perhaps a bit of colour” I said, measuring her response.
“Ok, you choose” she, turned back to the mirror, “but don’t make me look silly or too desperate”
“Well let’s start with some sexy, matching underwear”, I grinned like the preverbal cat with the cream and passed her a set of some of her sexiest lacy, matching bra and panties that I had already selected. That’s how this particular game started, and boy it’s been fun.
I watched with growing admiration and, of course, a growing dick, as she got ready that morning, not for the first time admittedly. It’s seems counterintuitive, but, watching a classy woman getting dressed, getting ready for something, can be every bit a turn-on as watching her undress again. Today she looked really good, red pencil skirt, with kick pleats and a bow, matching jacket, a black and, perhaps a little revealing, top and the red matching underwear. She chose, the shoes and bag and topped it with a cute bowler hat, she’s quite famous for her shoes and their killer heals. My reasoning was simple, I wanted her to feel as sexy and hot as I believe her to be, it didn’t matter if “her” fantasy man wasn’t there, or if she didn’t go through with it if he was, I just wanted her to feel good. Of course, if he was there, I wanted …sorry we wanted him to really notice her and for her to have the confidence to act on it if she wanted too. If the enthusiasm with which she entered into this “game” was anything to go by, she was every bit as keen to see where this could lead as I was.
She was still setting the limits to our little shenanigans, but, our messages throughout that day and those that followed really didn’t have any limits at all. I’ve already thrown in the spoiler that at the time of writing he hasn’t been back there, but, it hasn’t stopped us exploring all the possibilities that our imaginations and circumstances allow. Almost every day has been punctuated with that happy little “bing” on a dozen occasions signifying another naughty communication or risky picture taken at work. We’d done all this before of course, but now they followed a similar sexy narrative.
“Would he like this view?”, accompanied by a selfie taken at her desk, showing blouse well undone and that tantalising glimpse of cleavage.
“I’m sure everyone is enjoying that view!” I answered. The next message was along the lines of “then they’re sure to like the next one!”. There was an uncomfortable wait until the next pic came through. This one, the blouse and her tight jacket were pull as wide as possible without actually being removed, the full round of each breast exposed, the dark edges of each nipple visible behind the skimpy lace of the underwear that I had chosen for her that morning. If I explain a little of the geography of her work place to set a little context. Her office, which she shares with her boss and another director, is separated from a forty something-desked, open plan office by a clear glass partition, separating her from this was a small laptop screen and raw-nerve. More pics followed, the tops of her stockings and that lovely bit of leg above, all at her desk. Then abruptly, the message that she was taking a long lunch and she’d text me later.
Ok that wasn’t planned, I thought, after about an hour there was the “bing” again, by then I was on my way to work so had to wait until I got there before looking when I did it was another naked picture showing from just below her belly button to just below her chin. That’s risky I thought, trying to get away with that kind of thing in the loos at her place. I began to type a reply along those lines, when it slowly dawned on me that she was definitely laying down when this picture was taken, and I didn’t either recognise or could guess where in her office that could have been. My reply changed half way,
“Where was this taken? …who by? You look so sexy!” It went unanswered and after twenty minutes more I texted again,
“Going nuts here!”. Ten minutes later,
“You seem to be laying down, when was this taken” this was followed by two more in a similar vein with more spelling errors.
Eventually, two hours later her reply a series of Ha Ha’s and an explanation that she’d taken it at home earlier that morning and expressing concerned that the wait had not caused me to have an “accident” in my pants.
“very nearly…if the next one was you with someone else, I certainly would have … love you hope you’re having fun xxx now at work xxx”. I still didn’t know what she’d been doing and an explanation wasn’t forth coming, so I let my mind fill the blanks.
“My imagination had you round at his hotel room … lots of pics etc but you feeling too guilty (or too flushed and naughty) to send … (Smiley face)” I didn’t have to explain just who “he was. “perhaps he sent that one to force your hand … see even my imagination loves you”
She asked what would she possibly be doing in someone’s hotel for two hours in the middle of the day, my answer was a naughty pic of our own from the secret gallery on my phone, a “pov” shot of her sucking my cock! More Ha Ha’s and a winking-face emoji. More desk bound pics followed and again I asked what she’d been up to for two hours of her lunch. I told her that I knew that there would be a mundane explanation, (which there was in the end), but I so enjoyed the idea that she’d allowed herself to be swept-up in the moment one day and disappeared out with someone like that.
“Maybe ... one day perhaps” was her reply.
I was working until ten thirty that night and a dozen or so more messages meant that I just couldn’t get home quick enough. When I got home there was a message on the back door that I should shower first before heading up, promising. I was sort of expecting a repeat of the episode where I walk in on her and her dildo, but, she was fully dressed in one of her sexiest out fits, suspenders stockings, full make-up and all.
“Sorry, but my period started, so no fucking for you tonight” she said with a mock sorrow look, “but you can admire”. She doesn’t usually like me to play with her too much when she’s on her period, but is very happy to give long slow blow job and it doesn’t stop her from being affectionate in every other way. I stress this is her not me, she uses a moon-cup, so everything is clean etc but usually it’s strictly no touch down there.
“Oh well what do you have in mind?” I asked.
“well … I had a long lunch, would you like me to tell you about that” she purred back, “I’m afraid that it an interview for work, so wasn’t quite what as naughty as you’d have liked but I can make something up”
Ok it wasn’t real but, I wasn’t moaning, if you’ve followed my previous accounts you’ll appreciate that having deep fantasises let alone her vocalizing them is something very new.
“Here, next to me “, she patted the bed next her sweetly. I moved toward her and made to mount the bed beside her. “hey …not so fast, strip for me first”
No problem, I smiled back and began to move a little to the CD that she had playing. Again, I stress, if you have read what I have written before, you will understand that we’re not the stereotyped couple that populate most of the stories like this. I’m not tall, but I’m broad and square in the shoulders, 46” chest, back down to a 32” waist (more work needed there), good legs and have a decent sized and shaped cock. Not shy either, and have been naked on stage and other places, so, I like to think I put on a good show, and I gave it my best for my sexy wife. I was rewarded with an admiring little smile, from her and I turned from her to put on a silly little gun show whilst I kicked off my trousers and socks, with no small panache I’d like to think. I turned, completely naked now, expecting her wanton gaze eyeing me, her attentions were elsewhere however.
Her position had changed from laying across the bed to along its length, her tight skirt was raised and she was gently rubbing the gusset of the tiny pants she was wearing, her knees parted, the minimal distance need to allow her to do so, so certainly not for my voyeuristic enjoyment. Her eyes closed and for that moment she was lost to me, shaking herself back to reality, she patted the bed again.
“let me tell you a little story”, the prettiest of smiles appeared, “now get comfortable … well, imagine I walked out into the corridor and who did I walk slap bank into, sending everything I’d been working on that morning flying”, she looked at me and made a little more space for me to lay next to her before closing her eyes and continuing both with the story and her fingers playing along the crease of material outlining her pussy.
“apologises, all round and an embarrassed smile form him as I dipped down, in my most lady like fashion, to scoop up the papers that had been spilled, in doing so I had “accidentally” given him a perfect glimpse over the top of my stocking tops and between my legs”.
I was watching her as she spoke, “really he saw that your panties matched the red lace that you were showing off under your half-undone blouse! … did he like it do you think?” I asked.
“I think he liked it a lot, because if you remember the pictures I sent you? …do you remember what the last one was of?” she was now looking at me her the finger of her free hand now tracing a sharp nail alone the length of my stiffening member. I didn’t have to work my memory too hard to recall’
“Your panties in the top of your bag under your desk at work”, I liked this, she was very skilfully weaving her fantasy in with the reality of are messaging over the course of the day.
“Exactly! … I was on my haunches, balancing folders between my knee and my arm as he helped pick up the rest, I couldn’t really move and he got a rather long “glimpse” before everything was gathered up safely”
“Accidents happen … wasn’t your fault” my cock that little bit harder now as she began to stroke it, she stopped abruptly and turned onto her elbow.
“do you want to see what he must have seen” she asked, all wide eyed “after all, wouldn’t be fair otherwise, would it”, she very gracefully removed her panties and d****d them lightly on my cock adopting the position that she’d just described next to me. “did he see everything do you think? … what do you think, did he like it?”
I was stroking my cock myself now, enjoying the view of her lips, the wetness very visible.
“I think he enjoyed it very much, what happened next … did he say anything, touch you?” I proffered a course of action which I thought I’d most enjoy.
“sorry, who’s telling this, me or you?”…she looked sternly at me, and smiled at the site of my masturbating, rocking back on her heal to allow her legs to spread wide now. “No, nothing of the sort and what kind of woman do you take me for? … I was so embarrassed for him that I thought I’d best make it up to him, didn’t want him to think it was deliberate … so, I asked him out for a drink to make up for it!”
She stroked her naked clit for me,” it’s all hard … lick it” she commanded, possibly not the first time I’ve done so when she was on, but certainly a great rarity in letting there at her time of month. At that moment I would have cared less and got between her legs sucking and licking.
“Keep playing with yourself” she said, grabbed my head in both hands and fucked my mouth with her cunt to her own nice little orgasm. Before lying next to me cradling my head.
“Is that it …what happened next, some like that or did you find a nice bar with a quiet corner where you really have fun may a nice-hand job under…” I asked still playing with myself as instructed. In my excitement I’d pushed the fantasy a little too far.
“No there are limits, I’m with you now … fantasy is just that … I’d have a drink, with someone, a dance perhaps, may be a slow dance and a little kissing but this is between you and me”, I was a little gob smacked at this sudden change, wondered if I had indeed pushed too far but, got the idea that this was just a product of that post orgasmic reality check that happens sometimes.
“Sorry” she said beating me to the punch “but, I don’t want to really sleep with anyone else and I don’t want you to be disappointed in me when what you want simply doesn’t happen the way you want”
“I want what you want …but, I just don’t have the limits that you have” I explained. “I’d like you to have the same buzz thinking about me with other another woman that I do when I think of you with another man, with him. She told me to keep playing with myself and think about that, eventually I came on her thigh, as we kissed.
A couple of days later, I was working one of my sleep-overs, so I wasn’t going to see her from 6:30 that morning until I’d finished the following night at 11. It’s become a joke between us, on these occasions that I’d leave a glass and a bottle of wine, or a tumbler and her favourite whisky. That afternoon, I arranged two trays, on with a bottle of whisky and two tumblers, her sexist nightie, a choice of condoms and a note saying “if you have company xxx” and a second with a mini bottle of prosecco, a giant glass, her comfy PJ’s, chocolate and her previously, mentioned dildo, the note reading “…and if your own your own xxx”
So, I settled that evening in the staff quarters and sent a message asking what she’d done that day, knowing already that she’d worked late, well into the evening.
“It’s pretty mundane, but, if you use your imagination a little” was the reply.
“Well, my “friend” is responsible for the maintenance contract for the whole complex and he was around this afternoon checking on the fire control systems in the public areas and the elevators, which is where I found him when I took him a friendly cup of tea”, all very innocent, setting the scene nicely too, I know the building well.
“Following him into the lift with the tea, the sudden start as it moved, jolted the tea, noticing this, and in that lush Irish accent he said “I can stop the lift so nothing gets spilt, if that’s ok with you”, reaching across me to the control panel where lights flashed as he pressed buttons, turned a key and brought the elevator smoothly to a dead stop” she continued in the next message.
“His face, was very close to mine, and I could smell his sweet breath and the scent that he was wearing that day, his breath was warm on my neck, enough to make my own shorten and catch in my chest”, I loved that this woman I have known and loved for the best part of 30 years was showing me a completely new and exciting side to her sexuality, I really needed to hear more. The next text was a long time coming.
“His lips brushed mine very briefly before settling on my neck”, I know how much this that gets to her. “In one swift movement he spun me round, tea-cups in freefall, my chest was pressed hard against the iced-cold, mirrored wall of the lift, his hands now on my sides as finding the bottom of my blouse before finding their way inside to my breast, the nipples already rock hard from the cold touch of the glass”. Oh my God this was awesome, my cock was in my hand before I even realised it. The next few minutes wait were filled with the images that she was painting for me.
“Are you enjoying my tale? … don’t get over excited now,,, you’re under strict orders remember, now where was I…”. Torturing my cock and balls that’s “where”, I thought. I began to type a reply, but the curser on the messenger was telling me that my wife was already letting me know that she was already working on the next instalment of her “story”.
“He found my tits and whispered his complements into my ear before, biting my neck again … I was riding this wave of excitement and before I realised it I was aware that my skirt was being skilfully pulled up and was now up on my waist, remember, the pic I sent you … my panties in the top of my bag xxx”. Another pause, and more strokes to my aching cock before I remembered her instructions.
“The first I felt of his hard cock, on this occasion (winking emoji) was as it slipped effortlessly into my dripping, willing cunt … it felt big, sealed a perfect fit inside me. He roughly fucked me hard against the wall, lifting me with his knee the find his rhythm. I came almost straight away … the first time!”
“what no condom? … this is a very hot fantasy?”. It was a question, didn’t really want to know the answer, probably not for the reason I would find most comfortable, I wanted it to be real.
“There would always be a condom, it’s one of my rules xxx” was her reply. Not quite sure how that would have worked out in this situation but, I was thinking how, just a few days ago her “rules” comprised of “flirting, perhaps a slow dance or a quick kiss and that’s it”, things had changed. Now she was always going to use a condom! I was still musing on that when her story continued.
“He kept up the pace all the time his mouth to my ear and neck, taking turns from biting my neck or whispering sweet sexy things”
“what was he saying”, in my haste I’d made four typing mistakes in four short words, I hoped that they’d be taking as signs of my excitement but, in truth they owed their existence as much to having to thumb my response in one hand whilst I stroked my cock hard with the other.
“Nice things, about the shape of my boobs, about my bum … about how tight and wet my pussy was around his cock”, oh those kind of things, I had to stop playing with myself as I could feel my balls tightening, and I didn’t want to have to lie to her. Another long pause.
“Then I was turned about again, I had no choice as he took me in those strong arms, it would have been pointless to resist any way! … his tongue finding my open mouth the same moment that that perfect prick found my open pussy again… a few deep pushes and we came together, our cum running down my thigh”. So much for the condom! I thought about how she would look in that moment, still locked in a kiss even as their orgasms subsided, that picture was painted large in my head right now, and how I liked it … I didn’t understand why it turned me on, I should be seething in anger, but, less and less did that concern me.
“Did you like my story?”
“Yes … yes, I loved your story … am I allowed to cum, I really need too!” I pleaded.
“But, I’ll need it tomorrow” was her very quick reply. “Oh well, just this once I’ll let you … after all, I have a couple of times wouldn’t be fair now if I didn’t let you too”, that thought sent me over the top and a heavy load of very liquid cum shot onto my belly, a hot sticky trail …I had barely touched myself, I hadn’t needed too!
“What was your favourite bit” she asked, “think of that whilst you wank and make yourself cum”. Too late, I didn’t tell her.
“You were playing with yourself too?”, I was very curious as she rarely masturbates without me there, “she rarely” was rapidly becoming a very redundant phrase in our love life. I have to admit, in the post climatic come-down I was finally feeling shadows of those “normal” emotions that any man should be experiencing having heard a story like that from his wife.
Her next message was one of the hottest of the night, a slightly blurry selfie of two fingers buried to the second knuckle in her very, very wet pussy … my cock pulsed again in my sticky fingers and a second, very much smaller, wad spilt onto the back of my hand. There was the usual chat and I love you and the promise of a great welcome home the following night.
The next day dragged, and dragged, nothing really getting done at home on my own and nothing worthwhile getting done at work. Luckily the streets were empty as I tore my way through them to get back home that night. The dogs were in the conservatory asleep, the downstairs lights off and I could hear music from upstairs, I knew to shower first and freshen-up before I joined her. This was done in record time and I was at our bedroom door when I done something very strange, which I still can’t explain, I knocked first, and waited for my puzzled wife to ask me in before I opened the door … was I really expecting her to have him there? Was I really hoping for that?
She, looked great, blue dress finishing just above her knees sat up in on the bed. I took her by her hand and wordlessly led her from the bed and into my arms. We kissed for a long time, her finally breaking the embrace with breathless smile.
“Why don’t you show me your favourite bits” I commanded and met very little resistance as I steered her to mirrored wardrobe doors. We were kissing again, as I lifted the hem of the dress past her hips to her waist, being very pleased to find that she was very much keeping to the “script”.
“all of it” she broke the kiss long enough to purr into my chest. She made a loud gasp as I turned her and pressed her to the mirrored door. I ran my hands down her side to her hips, gripping them firmly and steering her fantastic arse back against me, forcing her onto her tip toes, my rigid penis finding it’s warm home with wet ease. She came immediately, a wash of her juices, soaked us both. Her face pressed against the glass, I upped my thrusts again and fucked her to second, noisy climax in that same position before withdrawing to turn her to me to enter her again.
“was it like this?” I demanded, “was it this good? … was he better than this?”, her answer was another orgasm which forced her free from my cock and back onto the balls of her feet.
Kissing me again, trailing off with a sharp bit of my lower lip
“are you claiming your wife back?” she smiled her naughtiest smile at me. “You have to claim me back every time, you know that don’t you?”, she was sliding down my body until her red painted mouth was just inches away from the gland of my cock. My mind never, one to revel in and just enjoy the moment, was already working, “every time”! I liked that.
“You have to claim your wife back; do you know why?”
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Because that is my favourite bit” she kept her gorgeous eyes on mine as she pumped my cock in both hands as she gently lapped at its bulbous end. I had, until recently, quite prided myself on my staying power, but this was one of the best “quickies” of my life. My cum first pooled on her tongue before spilling down her lips and another string across her cheek and chin. She didn’t let up on the rhythmic massage until my legs began to weaken and I could take no more. As she stood up, still with her hands wrapped firmly round me, I once more pushed her back to the glass one hand on her hip the other grabbing a hand full of her hair, arching her neck back and opening her mouth for me to share a creamy kiss.
Claiming her back! That was the hottest theme of all our fantasies so far and neatly tied the many strands together nicely, what a fantastically clever and sexy woman I shared my life with. Couldn’t wait to see where this could lead … loving it all.
As previously stated, I’m playing catch up here with events, but just to cover a bit of ground quickly I’ll just say that it has been more than two weeks since my wife’s little confession. It had a very exciting impact on our already brilliant sex lives, all guilt of her feelings has been all but wiped out and she has become more vocal about what turns both her and myself on, something that I’ve been wanting for quite a while. Unfortunately, her gorgeous Irishman has not visited her office since, my wife has seen his colleagues there on occasion but not him. However, this has not stopped him from featuring in no small way in our sex life, and he hasn’t been the only one to feature in our new games.
A typical morning in our house consists of myself waking-up just before the alarm, I don’t know why, that but, hey it is what is, tidying myself up, and making a cup of tea for when she finally wakes up herself. I work very odd hours, so no 9-5 for me, but as I’ve previously stated my wife works in a busy, male dominated, office, in a male dominated industry. So, she has the routine of shower, make-up, business suit and off to work. She has always taken a great pride in how she looks, but had largely veered on the formal, corporate style of dress in the past. I love watching her get ready, always held great fascination, on her first day back at work after our, (even by our standards), steamy weekend, I asked if I could pick what she wore that day.
“Ok, why? … what’s wrong with what I’ve picked out?”, not an atypical question from a lady of a certain age.
“Nothing, you look great … you always look great, just think you’ve nothing to prove there, perhaps you may just want to, I don’t know, loosen it up a bit” I lay at the end of the bed as she sat in front of the full-length mirror “putting on her face”. She gave me a quizzical but not unpleasant glance.
“Nothing major, but, you have lovely clothes that don’t get much of an airing except at weekends, perhaps a bit of colour” I said, measuring her response.
“Ok, you choose” she, turned back to the mirror, “but don’t make me look silly or too desperate”
“Well let’s start with some sexy, matching underwear”, I grinned like the preverbal cat with the cream and passed her a set of some of her sexiest lacy, matching bra and panties that I had already selected. That’s how this particular game started, and boy it’s been fun.
I watched with growing admiration and, of course, a growing dick, as she got ready that morning, not for the first time admittedly. It’s seems counterintuitive, but, watching a classy woman getting dressed, getting ready for something, can be every bit a turn-on as watching her undress again. Today she looked really good, red pencil skirt, with kick pleats and a bow, matching jacket, a black and, perhaps a little revealing, top and the red matching underwear. She chose, the shoes and bag and topped it with a cute bowler hat, she’s quite famous for her shoes and their killer heals. My reasoning was simple, I wanted her to feel as sexy and hot as I believe her to be, it didn’t matter if “her” fantasy man wasn’t there, or if she didn’t go through with it if he was, I just wanted her to feel good. Of course, if he was there, I wanted …sorry we wanted him to really notice her and for her to have the confidence to act on it if she wanted too. If the enthusiasm with which she entered into this “game” was anything to go by, she was every bit as keen to see where this could lead as I was.
She was still setting the limits to our little shenanigans, but, our messages throughout that day and those that followed really didn’t have any limits at all. I’ve already thrown in the spoiler that at the time of writing he hasn’t been back there, but, it hasn’t stopped us exploring all the possibilities that our imaginations and circumstances allow. Almost every day has been punctuated with that happy little “bing” on a dozen occasions signifying another naughty communication or risky picture taken at work. We’d done all this before of course, but now they followed a similar sexy narrative.
“Would he like this view?”, accompanied by a selfie taken at her desk, showing blouse well undone and that tantalising glimpse of cleavage.
“I’m sure everyone is enjoying that view!” I answered. The next message was along the lines of “then they’re sure to like the next one!”. There was an uncomfortable wait until the next pic came through. This one, the blouse and her tight jacket were pull as wide as possible without actually being removed, the full round of each breast exposed, the dark edges of each nipple visible behind the skimpy lace of the underwear that I had chosen for her that morning. If I explain a little of the geography of her work place to set a little context. Her office, which she shares with her boss and another director, is separated from a forty something-desked, open plan office by a clear glass partition, separating her from this was a small laptop screen and raw-nerve. More pics followed, the tops of her stockings and that lovely bit of leg above, all at her desk. Then abruptly, the message that she was taking a long lunch and she’d text me later.
Ok that wasn’t planned, I thought, after about an hour there was the “bing” again, by then I was on my way to work so had to wait until I got there before looking when I did it was another naked picture showing from just below her belly button to just below her chin. That’s risky I thought, trying to get away with that kind of thing in the loos at her place. I began to type a reply along those lines, when it slowly dawned on me that she was definitely laying down when this picture was taken, and I didn’t either recognise or could guess where in her office that could have been. My reply changed half way,
“Where was this taken? …who by? You look so sexy!” It went unanswered and after twenty minutes more I texted again,
“Going nuts here!”. Ten minutes later,
“You seem to be laying down, when was this taken” this was followed by two more in a similar vein with more spelling errors.
Eventually, two hours later her reply a series of Ha Ha’s and an explanation that she’d taken it at home earlier that morning and expressing concerned that the wait had not caused me to have an “accident” in my pants.
“very nearly…if the next one was you with someone else, I certainly would have … love you hope you’re having fun xxx now at work xxx”. I still didn’t know what she’d been doing and an explanation wasn’t forth coming, so I let my mind fill the blanks.
“My imagination had you round at his hotel room … lots of pics etc but you feeling too guilty (or too flushed and naughty) to send … (Smiley face)” I didn’t have to explain just who “he was. “perhaps he sent that one to force your hand … see even my imagination loves you”
She asked what would she possibly be doing in someone’s hotel for two hours in the middle of the day, my answer was a naughty pic of our own from the secret gallery on my phone, a “pov” shot of her sucking my cock! More Ha Ha’s and a winking-face emoji. More desk bound pics followed and again I asked what she’d been up to for two hours of her lunch. I told her that I knew that there would be a mundane explanation, (which there was in the end), but I so enjoyed the idea that she’d allowed herself to be swept-up in the moment one day and disappeared out with someone like that.
“Maybe ... one day perhaps” was her reply.
I was working until ten thirty that night and a dozen or so more messages meant that I just couldn’t get home quick enough. When I got home there was a message on the back door that I should shower first before heading up, promising. I was sort of expecting a repeat of the episode where I walk in on her and her dildo, but, she was fully dressed in one of her sexiest out fits, suspenders stockings, full make-up and all.
“Sorry, but my period started, so no fucking for you tonight” she said with a mock sorrow look, “but you can admire”. She doesn’t usually like me to play with her too much when she’s on her period, but is very happy to give long slow blow job and it doesn’t stop her from being affectionate in every other way. I stress this is her not me, she uses a moon-cup, so everything is clean etc but usually it’s strictly no touch down there.
“Oh well what do you have in mind?” I asked.
“well … I had a long lunch, would you like me to tell you about that” she purred back, “I’m afraid that it an interview for work, so wasn’t quite what as naughty as you’d have liked but I can make something up”
Ok it wasn’t real but, I wasn’t moaning, if you’ve followed my previous accounts you’ll appreciate that having deep fantasises let alone her vocalizing them is something very new.
“Here, next to me “, she patted the bed next her sweetly. I moved toward her and made to mount the bed beside her. “hey …not so fast, strip for me first”
No problem, I smiled back and began to move a little to the CD that she had playing. Again, I stress, if you have read what I have written before, you will understand that we’re not the stereotyped couple that populate most of the stories like this. I’m not tall, but I’m broad and square in the shoulders, 46” chest, back down to a 32” waist (more work needed there), good legs and have a decent sized and shaped cock. Not shy either, and have been naked on stage and other places, so, I like to think I put on a good show, and I gave it my best for my sexy wife. I was rewarded with an admiring little smile, from her and I turned from her to put on a silly little gun show whilst I kicked off my trousers and socks, with no small panache I’d like to think. I turned, completely naked now, expecting her wanton gaze eyeing me, her attentions were elsewhere however.
Her position had changed from laying across the bed to along its length, her tight skirt was raised and she was gently rubbing the gusset of the tiny pants she was wearing, her knees parted, the minimal distance need to allow her to do so, so certainly not for my voyeuristic enjoyment. Her eyes closed and for that moment she was lost to me, shaking herself back to reality, she patted the bed again.
“let me tell you a little story”, the prettiest of smiles appeared, “now get comfortable … well, imagine I walked out into the corridor and who did I walk slap bank into, sending everything I’d been working on that morning flying”, she looked at me and made a little more space for me to lay next to her before closing her eyes and continuing both with the story and her fingers playing along the crease of material outlining her pussy.
“apologises, all round and an embarrassed smile form him as I dipped down, in my most lady like fashion, to scoop up the papers that had been spilled, in doing so I had “accidentally” given him a perfect glimpse over the top of my stocking tops and between my legs”.
I was watching her as she spoke, “really he saw that your panties matched the red lace that you were showing off under your half-undone blouse! … did he like it do you think?” I asked.
“I think he liked it a lot, because if you remember the pictures I sent you? …do you remember what the last one was of?” she was now looking at me her the finger of her free hand now tracing a sharp nail alone the length of my stiffening member. I didn’t have to work my memory too hard to recall’
“Your panties in the top of your bag under your desk at work”, I liked this, she was very skilfully weaving her fantasy in with the reality of are messaging over the course of the day.
“Exactly! … I was on my haunches, balancing folders between my knee and my arm as he helped pick up the rest, I couldn’t really move and he got a rather long “glimpse” before everything was gathered up safely”
“Accidents happen … wasn’t your fault” my cock that little bit harder now as she began to stroke it, she stopped abruptly and turned onto her elbow.
“do you want to see what he must have seen” she asked, all wide eyed “after all, wouldn’t be fair otherwise, would it”, she very gracefully removed her panties and d****d them lightly on my cock adopting the position that she’d just described next to me. “did he see everything do you think? … what do you think, did he like it?”
I was stroking my cock myself now, enjoying the view of her lips, the wetness very visible.
“I think he enjoyed it very much, what happened next … did he say anything, touch you?” I proffered a course of action which I thought I’d most enjoy.
“sorry, who’s telling this, me or you?”…she looked sternly at me, and smiled at the site of my masturbating, rocking back on her heal to allow her legs to spread wide now. “No, nothing of the sort and what kind of woman do you take me for? … I was so embarrassed for him that I thought I’d best make it up to him, didn’t want him to think it was deliberate … so, I asked him out for a drink to make up for it!”
She stroked her naked clit for me,” it’s all hard … lick it” she commanded, possibly not the first time I’ve done so when she was on, but certainly a great rarity in letting there at her time of month. At that moment I would have cared less and got between her legs sucking and licking.
“Keep playing with yourself” she said, grabbed my head in both hands and fucked my mouth with her cunt to her own nice little orgasm. Before lying next to me cradling my head.
“Is that it …what happened next, some like that or did you find a nice bar with a quiet corner where you really have fun may a nice-hand job under…” I asked still playing with myself as instructed. In my excitement I’d pushed the fantasy a little too far.
“No there are limits, I’m with you now … fantasy is just that … I’d have a drink, with someone, a dance perhaps, may be a slow dance and a little kissing but this is between you and me”, I was a little gob smacked at this sudden change, wondered if I had indeed pushed too far but, got the idea that this was just a product of that post orgasmic reality check that happens sometimes.
“Sorry” she said beating me to the punch “but, I don’t want to really sleep with anyone else and I don’t want you to be disappointed in me when what you want simply doesn’t happen the way you want”
“I want what you want …but, I just don’t have the limits that you have” I explained. “I’d like you to have the same buzz thinking about me with other another woman that I do when I think of you with another man, with him. She told me to keep playing with myself and think about that, eventually I came on her thigh, as we kissed.
A couple of days later, I was working one of my sleep-overs, so I wasn’t going to see her from 6:30 that morning until I’d finished the following night at 11. It’s become a joke between us, on these occasions that I’d leave a glass and a bottle of wine, or a tumbler and her favourite whisky. That afternoon, I arranged two trays, on with a bottle of whisky and two tumblers, her sexist nightie, a choice of condoms and a note saying “if you have company xxx” and a second with a mini bottle of prosecco, a giant glass, her comfy PJ’s, chocolate and her previously, mentioned dildo, the note reading “…and if your own your own xxx”
So, I settled that evening in the staff quarters and sent a message asking what she’d done that day, knowing already that she’d worked late, well into the evening.
“It’s pretty mundane, but, if you use your imagination a little” was the reply.
“Well, my “friend” is responsible for the maintenance contract for the whole complex and he was around this afternoon checking on the fire control systems in the public areas and the elevators, which is where I found him when I took him a friendly cup of tea”, all very innocent, setting the scene nicely too, I know the building well.
“Following him into the lift with the tea, the sudden start as it moved, jolted the tea, noticing this, and in that lush Irish accent he said “I can stop the lift so nothing gets spilt, if that’s ok with you”, reaching across me to the control panel where lights flashed as he pressed buttons, turned a key and brought the elevator smoothly to a dead stop” she continued in the next message.
“His face, was very close to mine, and I could smell his sweet breath and the scent that he was wearing that day, his breath was warm on my neck, enough to make my own shorten and catch in my chest”, I loved that this woman I have known and loved for the best part of 30 years was showing me a completely new and exciting side to her sexuality, I really needed to hear more. The next text was a long time coming.
“His lips brushed mine very briefly before settling on my neck”, I know how much this that gets to her. “In one swift movement he spun me round, tea-cups in freefall, my chest was pressed hard against the iced-cold, mirrored wall of the lift, his hands now on my sides as finding the bottom of my blouse before finding their way inside to my breast, the nipples already rock hard from the cold touch of the glass”. Oh my God this was awesome, my cock was in my hand before I even realised it. The next few minutes wait were filled with the images that she was painting for me.
“Are you enjoying my tale? … don’t get over excited now,,, you’re under strict orders remember, now where was I…”. Torturing my cock and balls that’s “where”, I thought. I began to type a reply, but the curser on the messenger was telling me that my wife was already letting me know that she was already working on the next instalment of her “story”.
“He found my tits and whispered his complements into my ear before, biting my neck again … I was riding this wave of excitement and before I realised it I was aware that my skirt was being skilfully pulled up and was now up on my waist, remember, the pic I sent you … my panties in the top of my bag xxx”. Another pause, and more strokes to my aching cock before I remembered her instructions.
“The first I felt of his hard cock, on this occasion (winking emoji) was as it slipped effortlessly into my dripping, willing cunt … it felt big, sealed a perfect fit inside me. He roughly fucked me hard against the wall, lifting me with his knee the find his rhythm. I came almost straight away … the first time!”
“what no condom? … this is a very hot fantasy?”. It was a question, didn’t really want to know the answer, probably not for the reason I would find most comfortable, I wanted it to be real.
“There would always be a condom, it’s one of my rules xxx” was her reply. Not quite sure how that would have worked out in this situation but, I was thinking how, just a few days ago her “rules” comprised of “flirting, perhaps a slow dance or a quick kiss and that’s it”, things had changed. Now she was always going to use a condom! I was still musing on that when her story continued.
“He kept up the pace all the time his mouth to my ear and neck, taking turns from biting my neck or whispering sweet sexy things”
“what was he saying”, in my haste I’d made four typing mistakes in four short words, I hoped that they’d be taking as signs of my excitement but, in truth they owed their existence as much to having to thumb my response in one hand whilst I stroked my cock hard with the other.
“Nice things, about the shape of my boobs, about my bum … about how tight and wet my pussy was around his cock”, oh those kind of things, I had to stop playing with myself as I could feel my balls tightening, and I didn’t want to have to lie to her. Another long pause.
“Then I was turned about again, I had no choice as he took me in those strong arms, it would have been pointless to resist any way! … his tongue finding my open mouth the same moment that that perfect prick found my open pussy again… a few deep pushes and we came together, our cum running down my thigh”. So much for the condom! I thought about how she would look in that moment, still locked in a kiss even as their orgasms subsided, that picture was painted large in my head right now, and how I liked it … I didn’t understand why it turned me on, I should be seething in anger, but, less and less did that concern me.
“Did you like my story?”
“Yes … yes, I loved your story … am I allowed to cum, I really need too!” I pleaded.
“But, I’ll need it tomorrow” was her very quick reply. “Oh well, just this once I’ll let you … after all, I have a couple of times wouldn’t be fair now if I didn’t let you too”, that thought sent me over the top and a heavy load of very liquid cum shot onto my belly, a hot sticky trail …I had barely touched myself, I hadn’t needed too!
“What was your favourite bit” she asked, “think of that whilst you wank and make yourself cum”. Too late, I didn’t tell her.
“You were playing with yourself too?”, I was very curious as she rarely masturbates without me there, “she rarely” was rapidly becoming a very redundant phrase in our love life. I have to admit, in the post climatic come-down I was finally feeling shadows of those “normal” emotions that any man should be experiencing having heard a story like that from his wife.
Her next message was one of the hottest of the night, a slightly blurry selfie of two fingers buried to the second knuckle in her very, very wet pussy … my cock pulsed again in my sticky fingers and a second, very much smaller, wad spilt onto the back of my hand. There was the usual chat and I love you and the promise of a great welcome home the following night.
The next day dragged, and dragged, nothing really getting done at home on my own and nothing worthwhile getting done at work. Luckily the streets were empty as I tore my way through them to get back home that night. The dogs were in the conservatory asleep, the downstairs lights off and I could hear music from upstairs, I knew to shower first and freshen-up before I joined her. This was done in record time and I was at our bedroom door when I done something very strange, which I still can’t explain, I knocked first, and waited for my puzzled wife to ask me in before I opened the door … was I really expecting her to have him there? Was I really hoping for that?
She, looked great, blue dress finishing just above her knees sat up in on the bed. I took her by her hand and wordlessly led her from the bed and into my arms. We kissed for a long time, her finally breaking the embrace with breathless smile.
“Why don’t you show me your favourite bits” I commanded and met very little resistance as I steered her to mirrored wardrobe doors. We were kissing again, as I lifted the hem of the dress past her hips to her waist, being very pleased to find that she was very much keeping to the “script”.
“all of it” she broke the kiss long enough to purr into my chest. She made a loud gasp as I turned her and pressed her to the mirrored door. I ran my hands down her side to her hips, gripping them firmly and steering her fantastic arse back against me, forcing her onto her tip toes, my rigid penis finding it’s warm home with wet ease. She came immediately, a wash of her juices, soaked us both. Her face pressed against the glass, I upped my thrusts again and fucked her to second, noisy climax in that same position before withdrawing to turn her to me to enter her again.
“was it like this?” I demanded, “was it this good? … was he better than this?”, her answer was another orgasm which forced her free from my cock and back onto the balls of her feet.
Kissing me again, trailing off with a sharp bit of my lower lip
“are you claiming your wife back?” she smiled her naughtiest smile at me. “You have to claim me back every time, you know that don’t you?”, she was sliding down my body until her red painted mouth was just inches away from the gland of my cock. My mind never, one to revel in and just enjoy the moment, was already working, “every time”! I liked that.
“You have to claim your wife back; do you know why?”
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Because that is my favourite bit” she kept her gorgeous eyes on mine as she pumped my cock in both hands as she gently lapped at its bulbous end. I had, until recently, quite prided myself on my staying power, but this was one of the best “quickies” of my life. My cum first pooled on her tongue before spilling down her lips and another string across her cheek and chin. She didn’t let up on the rhythmic massage until my legs began to weaken and I could take no more. As she stood up, still with her hands wrapped firmly round me, I once more pushed her back to the glass one hand on her hip the other grabbing a hand full of her hair, arching her neck back and opening her mouth for me to share a creamy kiss.
Claiming her back! That was the hottest theme of all our fantasies so far and neatly tied the many strands together nicely, what a fantastically clever and sexy woman I shared my life with. Couldn’t wait to see where this could lead … loving it all.
Virginia
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