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Not my work, but another great read I wish I had come up with... I would have loved to be the wife! All credit goes to Argus!
Authors name: Argus ([email protected])
Story title : Guest Room
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Guest Room (MF, voy, wife-sharing, intr)
by Argus ([email protected])
***
I have to be more careful who I have drive me home.
***
"Oh, my aching head."
The sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window
violating my eyelids. I reached out to grab the clock and
held it in front of my face. I was having a heck of a
time trying to focus. It must have been the one, or two,
or three long island ice teas too many last night. I
hadn't done anything like that since college.
My mouth tasted like, well, you've all had that feeling.
I needed a serious drink of water and some coffee, lots
of coffee. The good news was that I could smell it
brewing downstairs. I could also smell something else
cooking, bacon. "I wonder what I've done to deserve
this?" I thought to myself.
I gradually sat up and looked around the room. There on
the floor was my suit, one of my more expensive suits. I
didn't even remember taking it off last night. That would
explain why it was all balled up by the door. I looked
over by my wife Diane's side of the bed. There was a pair
of empty wine glasses on her nightstand. What the hell
were they there for? Then I started to get that, "Ah
shit, I really fucked something up!" feeling.
We had both been real busy lately. Me with work, her with
a new job and the k**s. There hadn't been much time for
us. We had talked about sending the k**s off to her
parents for the weekend. I sure hope that wasn't supposed
to be this weekend.
I dragged myself up and went to the bathroom. I looked in
the mirror and realized I looked as bad as I felt. I
suppose I should go down stairs and see how bad the
damage is. I passed the k**s bedrooms. No k**s. Beds
weren't even slept in. It must have been this weekend. I
continued down the stairs and now I could hear the bacon
cooking. I came around the corner to the kitchen and
spied her across the room. Her back was to me.
Damn, I was a lucky guy. Diane, my wife of 15 years was
about 5'7''. She had long legs and a fantastic ass. She
still turned my head from across a crowd even after all
these years. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail and
her left hand was resting on her hip as she stirred the
bacon with her right. A pan of scrambled eggs sat off to
the side.
I slid a chair out from the kitchen table and sat down.
"Good morning," I said.
"Morning," she replied without turning around.
"How about some coffee?" I asked.
"You know where the cups are," she said in a cold
monotone voice.
This is going to be a long weekend I thought to myself.
"We got the contract at work," I told her.
"That's nice," she answered.
The contract was the reason I'd been drinking last night.
The proposals came in and we won the second biggest award
in the companies history. The guys came in and decided we
should all go down to one of the bars near work and
celebrate. I figured one drink couldn't hurt. Then we
ordered some wings, then another round, and another.
"I'm sorry," I sort of pleaded.
"Its ok" she said, "It actually worked out quite nicely."
"Did you sleep alright?" I asked trying to make small
talk.
"I didn't get much sleep last night," she said.
What the hell did she mean by all that. I got up and
poured my coffee while I admired Diane's rear view. She
was dressed in my boxer shorts, which she had rolled at
the waist and had tied one of my white t-shirts in a knot
at her navel showing just a hint of skin. It was terribly
sexy but something wasn't quite right. I just couldn't
put my finger on it. Then it sort of dawned on me.
"When did I get those boxers?" I asked. I didn't remember
any purple boxers. She took the last of the bacon out of
the pan and turned around. There was a gold omega symbol
in the front corner of the boxers.
"They aren't yours," she said as she looked at me with a
slightly irritated look. Then she turned back around. It
felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Not mine, then who
in the hell did they belong to.
My mouth was suddenly very dry again. I looked around the
room not exactly sure what I was looking for. Then I
heard someone coming up the basement stairs from the
guest room. I turned and there stood Jason from work.
Yes, Jason from the cube next to me, Jason, 6 feet of
brash arrogance. Jason, tall, built, and blacker than the
richest coffee. My heart was racing as the adrenaline
surged through my body. What was he doing here? Then I
started to remember more of last night. The slurred
speech, "You can't drive home." Then Jason offering to
drive me home. I thought he had just dropped me off at
the door.
"Good morning," he said.
Diane turned and now had a big smile on her face. She was
positively beaming. "Good morning yourself," she said.
"Would you like some coffee?"
"Love some," he said as he glanced at me as he walked
across the room to her side. I gripped my cup tightly and
looked at them standing side by side. His black skin
contrasting with her pale white skin and blond hair. He
had on his suit pants and his button down shirt was
hanging out. He reached out and took a piece of bacon.
"I made you some eggs," she told him. "I hope they're the
way you like them."
"I like your eggs anyway I can get them," he quipped.
What the hell did that mean. She scooped up some
scrambled eggs and put them on a plate with some bacon.
He turned to me. "Thanks for the use of your guest room
last night."
"Ohh, no problem. I hope you slept alright."
"Actually, I didn't get much sleep at all," he said as he
smiled at Diane. She smiled back and I thought I was
going to throw up.
"I set you a place in here." She told him as he followed
her into the dining room. I got up and walked toward the
stove. I looked at the table; Jason was sitting in my
place. Diane was sitting next to him gazing at him. He
looked up at me, gave a slight look of disgust and
finished eating.
"That was great," he said as he got up from the table.
"My pleasure," Diane said as she also stood.
Jason walked to the door. "I guess I should be going. We
should do this again some time."
"I look forward to it," my wife answered.
Then he closed the door and was gone. Diane turned to me
and said, "I'm exhausted, can you clean up while I go
take a shower?" Then she disappeared up the stairs.
I heard her turn on the shower. I was still in a state of
semi shock. My stomach was churning. I looked over at the
door to the basement and walked towards it. Every step
made my heart beat faster and faster. My throat was in a
lump that made it hard to swallow. The light was on in
the guest room. I walked to the door and looked in.
The bed had been slept in. It was our old king bed. We'd
bought another one and put this one down here. I stepped
in. Lying on the floor was Diane's light blue satin
chemise, the silky one with the spaghetti straps. The one
that just barley covered her delicious ass. I bent down
and picked it up. It smelled of her perfume. She must
have had it on last night while she was waiting for me to
get home, her nipples poking against the thin satin
fabric.
I felt my cock stir as I thought of her waiting for me
and what it usually led to. But now it was down here on
the floor. I looked around. There, on the nightstand, the
companion to the wine glasses upstairs, an empty bottle
of Merlot. God, what had I done? What had they done?
My mind began to wildly imagine. The k**s were gone.
She'd put on her outfit and had been waiting for me in
our bed; ready for some seriously good catch up sex. Then
Jason drove me home. I remember that now. It was late,
very late. What was it one, two in the morning.
I'd offered him the use of our guest bedroom so he didn't
have to drive home. He'd accepted. I went upstairs. She'd
been mad, hurt, upset, rightfully so I imagine. As I
passed out, no use to her, she must have taken the bottle
of wine and stormed down stairs. Had she intended to
sleep in the basement or did she just see the light on
and head down there to see who left it on.
I imagined her walking down and running into Jason. She
in that deliciously sexy top that clung to her body and
left little to the imagination and he half undressed
getting ready for bed. There would have been the
customary apologies and "excuse me's". Then what? Maybe
they didn't actually do anything. Maybe it was all in my
head. I stepped closer to the bed and pulled the blue
flannel sheet back and got my answer.
There, on the bed, a small white blotch. A circle of
dried cum and another and another. Three circles of dried
cum, each one a different size. He had fucked her. Fucked
my wife. Fucked her here in the bed we conceived our
k**s. Shit, I didn't need a condom. I'd been fixed. He
obviously didn't use one. What is in her now? How many
sperm were swimming deep inside her? For some strange
reason the thought of them coupling had made me strangely
excited.
The old mirror that used to sit in the corner was now
propped against the wall opposite the side of the bed.
Had he fucked her from behind while they looked at their
reflections in the mirror? He would have been able to see
the look on her face when she came. It is a look that is
one of the most erotic things I'd ever experienced. Now
someone else had shared it.
Did she look in the mirror and see his large black hands
holding her hips as he slid deep inside? Did she feel his
balls slapping against her ass? My own cock was rock hard
as I stepped closer to the bed. I moved one of the
pillows and saw that it was wet. I looked at it and
picked it up. I raised it to my nose and smelled. It
reeked of sex. Had he slid the pillow under her ass for
one more fuck before breakfast?
I could imagine his muscled body over my wife. His ass
moving up and down as he slid his cock in and out of her.
Her legs spread, her hands grasping his back as he pushed
deeper and deeper, her feet digging into the bed as she
got closer and closer to release.
Then, she'd feel his cock getting harder and bigger as he
got closer, followed by the mutual release as he exploded
deep inside her, sending her over the edge, her insides
contracting and sucking at his cum, biology betraying her
as her body worked to draw as much of his seed as deep in
her as possible. Her body thrashing on the bed she had
thrashed so many times before with me.
I could picture his cum starting to ooze out from around
his cock as he gradually softened, pictured it running
down her ass and pooling on the pillow. My knees began to
buckle. My own body sought release as a stream of cum
blasted out across the bed to mingle with their dried
juices.
Spent, mentally, physically, and emotionally, I sat down
next to the remnants of their night. I picked up her
chemise and drank in her scent one more time.
Maybe, I thought, we should have Jason over for dinner
next time we send the k**s off for the weekend.
[email protected]
Authors name: Argus ([email protected])
Story title : Guest Room
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
Guest Room (MF, voy, wife-sharing, intr)
by Argus ([email protected])
***
I have to be more careful who I have drive me home.
***
"Oh, my aching head."
The sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window
violating my eyelids. I reached out to grab the clock and
held it in front of my face. I was having a heck of a
time trying to focus. It must have been the one, or two,
or three long island ice teas too many last night. I
hadn't done anything like that since college.
My mouth tasted like, well, you've all had that feeling.
I needed a serious drink of water and some coffee, lots
of coffee. The good news was that I could smell it
brewing downstairs. I could also smell something else
cooking, bacon. "I wonder what I've done to deserve
this?" I thought to myself.
I gradually sat up and looked around the room. There on
the floor was my suit, one of my more expensive suits. I
didn't even remember taking it off last night. That would
explain why it was all balled up by the door. I looked
over by my wife Diane's side of the bed. There was a pair
of empty wine glasses on her nightstand. What the hell
were they there for? Then I started to get that, "Ah
shit, I really fucked something up!" feeling.
We had both been real busy lately. Me with work, her with
a new job and the k**s. There hadn't been much time for
us. We had talked about sending the k**s off to her
parents for the weekend. I sure hope that wasn't supposed
to be this weekend.
I dragged myself up and went to the bathroom. I looked in
the mirror and realized I looked as bad as I felt. I
suppose I should go down stairs and see how bad the
damage is. I passed the k**s bedrooms. No k**s. Beds
weren't even slept in. It must have been this weekend. I
continued down the stairs and now I could hear the bacon
cooking. I came around the corner to the kitchen and
spied her across the room. Her back was to me.
Damn, I was a lucky guy. Diane, my wife of 15 years was
about 5'7''. She had long legs and a fantastic ass. She
still turned my head from across a crowd even after all
these years. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail and
her left hand was resting on her hip as she stirred the
bacon with her right. A pan of scrambled eggs sat off to
the side.
I slid a chair out from the kitchen table and sat down.
"Good morning," I said.
"Morning," she replied without turning around.
"How about some coffee?" I asked.
"You know where the cups are," she said in a cold
monotone voice.
This is going to be a long weekend I thought to myself.
"We got the contract at work," I told her.
"That's nice," she answered.
The contract was the reason I'd been drinking last night.
The proposals came in and we won the second biggest award
in the companies history. The guys came in and decided we
should all go down to one of the bars near work and
celebrate. I figured one drink couldn't hurt. Then we
ordered some wings, then another round, and another.
"I'm sorry," I sort of pleaded.
"Its ok" she said, "It actually worked out quite nicely."
"Did you sleep alright?" I asked trying to make small
talk.
"I didn't get much sleep last night," she said.
What the hell did she mean by all that. I got up and
poured my coffee while I admired Diane's rear view. She
was dressed in my boxer shorts, which she had rolled at
the waist and had tied one of my white t-shirts in a knot
at her navel showing just a hint of skin. It was terribly
sexy but something wasn't quite right. I just couldn't
put my finger on it. Then it sort of dawned on me.
"When did I get those boxers?" I asked. I didn't remember
any purple boxers. She took the last of the bacon out of
the pan and turned around. There was a gold omega symbol
in the front corner of the boxers.
"They aren't yours," she said as she looked at me with a
slightly irritated look. Then she turned back around. It
felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Not mine, then who
in the hell did they belong to.
My mouth was suddenly very dry again. I looked around the
room not exactly sure what I was looking for. Then I
heard someone coming up the basement stairs from the
guest room. I turned and there stood Jason from work.
Yes, Jason from the cube next to me, Jason, 6 feet of
brash arrogance. Jason, tall, built, and blacker than the
richest coffee. My heart was racing as the adrenaline
surged through my body. What was he doing here? Then I
started to remember more of last night. The slurred
speech, "You can't drive home." Then Jason offering to
drive me home. I thought he had just dropped me off at
the door.
"Good morning," he said.
Diane turned and now had a big smile on her face. She was
positively beaming. "Good morning yourself," she said.
"Would you like some coffee?"
"Love some," he said as he glanced at me as he walked
across the room to her side. I gripped my cup tightly and
looked at them standing side by side. His black skin
contrasting with her pale white skin and blond hair. He
had on his suit pants and his button down shirt was
hanging out. He reached out and took a piece of bacon.
"I made you some eggs," she told him. "I hope they're the
way you like them."
"I like your eggs anyway I can get them," he quipped.
What the hell did that mean. She scooped up some
scrambled eggs and put them on a plate with some bacon.
He turned to me. "Thanks for the use of your guest room
last night."
"Ohh, no problem. I hope you slept alright."
"Actually, I didn't get much sleep at all," he said as he
smiled at Diane. She smiled back and I thought I was
going to throw up.
"I set you a place in here." She told him as he followed
her into the dining room. I got up and walked toward the
stove. I looked at the table; Jason was sitting in my
place. Diane was sitting next to him gazing at him. He
looked up at me, gave a slight look of disgust and
finished eating.
"That was great," he said as he got up from the table.
"My pleasure," Diane said as she also stood.
Jason walked to the door. "I guess I should be going. We
should do this again some time."
"I look forward to it," my wife answered.
Then he closed the door and was gone. Diane turned to me
and said, "I'm exhausted, can you clean up while I go
take a shower?" Then she disappeared up the stairs.
I heard her turn on the shower. I was still in a state of
semi shock. My stomach was churning. I looked over at the
door to the basement and walked towards it. Every step
made my heart beat faster and faster. My throat was in a
lump that made it hard to swallow. The light was on in
the guest room. I walked to the door and looked in.
The bed had been slept in. It was our old king bed. We'd
bought another one and put this one down here. I stepped
in. Lying on the floor was Diane's light blue satin
chemise, the silky one with the spaghetti straps. The one
that just barley covered her delicious ass. I bent down
and picked it up. It smelled of her perfume. She must
have had it on last night while she was waiting for me to
get home, her nipples poking against the thin satin
fabric.
I felt my cock stir as I thought of her waiting for me
and what it usually led to. But now it was down here on
the floor. I looked around. There, on the nightstand, the
companion to the wine glasses upstairs, an empty bottle
of Merlot. God, what had I done? What had they done?
My mind began to wildly imagine. The k**s were gone.
She'd put on her outfit and had been waiting for me in
our bed; ready for some seriously good catch up sex. Then
Jason drove me home. I remember that now. It was late,
very late. What was it one, two in the morning.
I'd offered him the use of our guest bedroom so he didn't
have to drive home. He'd accepted. I went upstairs. She'd
been mad, hurt, upset, rightfully so I imagine. As I
passed out, no use to her, she must have taken the bottle
of wine and stormed down stairs. Had she intended to
sleep in the basement or did she just see the light on
and head down there to see who left it on.
I imagined her walking down and running into Jason. She
in that deliciously sexy top that clung to her body and
left little to the imagination and he half undressed
getting ready for bed. There would have been the
customary apologies and "excuse me's". Then what? Maybe
they didn't actually do anything. Maybe it was all in my
head. I stepped closer to the bed and pulled the blue
flannel sheet back and got my answer.
There, on the bed, a small white blotch. A circle of
dried cum and another and another. Three circles of dried
cum, each one a different size. He had fucked her. Fucked
my wife. Fucked her here in the bed we conceived our
k**s. Shit, I didn't need a condom. I'd been fixed. He
obviously didn't use one. What is in her now? How many
sperm were swimming deep inside her? For some strange
reason the thought of them coupling had made me strangely
excited.
The old mirror that used to sit in the corner was now
propped against the wall opposite the side of the bed.
Had he fucked her from behind while they looked at their
reflections in the mirror? He would have been able to see
the look on her face when she came. It is a look that is
one of the most erotic things I'd ever experienced. Now
someone else had shared it.
Did she look in the mirror and see his large black hands
holding her hips as he slid deep inside? Did she feel his
balls slapping against her ass? My own cock was rock hard
as I stepped closer to the bed. I moved one of the
pillows and saw that it was wet. I looked at it and
picked it up. I raised it to my nose and smelled. It
reeked of sex. Had he slid the pillow under her ass for
one more fuck before breakfast?
I could imagine his muscled body over my wife. His ass
moving up and down as he slid his cock in and out of her.
Her legs spread, her hands grasping his back as he pushed
deeper and deeper, her feet digging into the bed as she
got closer and closer to release.
Then, she'd feel his cock getting harder and bigger as he
got closer, followed by the mutual release as he exploded
deep inside her, sending her over the edge, her insides
contracting and sucking at his cum, biology betraying her
as her body worked to draw as much of his seed as deep in
her as possible. Her body thrashing on the bed she had
thrashed so many times before with me.
I could picture his cum starting to ooze out from around
his cock as he gradually softened, pictured it running
down her ass and pooling on the pillow. My knees began to
buckle. My own body sought release as a stream of cum
blasted out across the bed to mingle with their dried
juices.
Spent, mentally, physically, and emotionally, I sat down
next to the remnants of their night. I picked up her
chemise and drank in her scent one more time.
Maybe, I thought, we should have Jason over for dinner
next time we send the k**s off for the weekend.
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