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We have been married for over 15 years, with some ups and downs. Two weeks ago we had a doozy of a fight. It was so loud the neighbors came out on their porch to see if someone was being killed. But we never physically attack each other.
For the next week I slept on the couch, and the only words we exchanged were the necessaries regarding meals, schedule, etc.
I should probably say that my wife Jill is hot. In her mid-30's, she is blonde, slim with small breasts and has tight muscles from doing yoga.
The next Saturday night we were invited to a neighbor's party, and despite our row we didn't want to miss the party or let our neighbors down. So we dressed nicely, Jill in a V-necked sweater and short skirt, and we walked in silence down the block. The party was about ten couples and a few singles, all of them enjoying the wine and Scotch. I mingled for a while then ran into our hostess, Amanda, a pretty lady in a low-cut top. We got to talking about computers somehow, and she said, 'God, Andy, you know so much more about this than I do. Could you take a look at my computer?'
'Sure ... when would be a good time?'
'How about now?' She gave me a big smile.
I shrugged and smiled back as she took my arm and walked with me to the stairs. Upstairs at the far end was their bedroom, and her computer sat on a small table. I sat down with my drink and began trying to figure out why it was running slowly and giving her strange error messages. I got absorbed in the work, and when I realized I had been at it for over an hour I said, 'I think that is as much as I can do tonight, Amanda. It should be running better, and if it still gives you problems you can call me again.'
I stood up and stretched, and Amanda kissed me on the cheek. 'My hero!' she said as we walked across the room and down the darkened hall. Halfway down there was a door open a few inches and sounds of voices. I peeked into the mostly dark room and saw two of my male neighbors standing a couple of feet apart with their pants down around their ankles. It was obvious they were getting their cocks sucked by someone kneeling between them in the dark room.
I grinned as I watched, wondering if I dared join them, and whispered to Amanda, 'Come see what's going on in your guest bedroom!' She peeked in and looked lustful for a few moments, and then suddenly she tried to pull me away from the door and down the hall.
'What are you doing?' I said, shrugging her off.
'Uh ... come on, Andy, we need to give them some privacy.'
I was grumpy about missing the show, but I couldn't argue with her position, so I went with her downstairs to get another drink. I looked around for Jill, but couldn't find her. 'Bitch is probably still mad about our fight and went home without me,' I thought. So I shrugged it off and started mingling again.
About fifteen minutes later, the two guys from the bedroom came down the stairs, looking ... well, drained. And descending right behind them was my lovely wife, adjusting her skirt and smoothing her hair. I was stunned! I stood gaping and when she saw me she stopped dead on the bottom stair. Turning away from the party, she opened the front door and quickly exited. It took me a minute to get my composure back, then I followed her, waving weakly to our host as I went out the door.
I walked the short distance home as fast as I could without actually running, and burst through the front door. Jill stood in front of the liquor cabinet drinking a glass of straight Scotch, which she never does
'You fucking whore!' I shouted. 'I saw you fucking those two guys, but I didn't realize it was you until you came downstairs with them!'
'Me a whore? You bastard! I saw you taking Amanda upstairs to fuck her. Everybody did. And besides, I just sucked them off.'
'I sat and worked on her computer. That's all.'
We stood looking at each other, anger mixing with sheepishness. 'Oh, fuck,' I said, 'let's just go to bed.'
For the next week I slept on the couch, and the only words we exchanged were the necessaries regarding meals, schedule, etc.
I should probably say that my wife Jill is hot. In her mid-30's, she is blonde, slim with small breasts and has tight muscles from doing yoga.
The next Saturday night we were invited to a neighbor's party, and despite our row we didn't want to miss the party or let our neighbors down. So we dressed nicely, Jill in a V-necked sweater and short skirt, and we walked in silence down the block. The party was about ten couples and a few singles, all of them enjoying the wine and Scotch. I mingled for a while then ran into our hostess, Amanda, a pretty lady in a low-cut top. We got to talking about computers somehow, and she said, 'God, Andy, you know so much more about this than I do. Could you take a look at my computer?'
'Sure ... when would be a good time?'
'How about now?' She gave me a big smile.
I shrugged and smiled back as she took my arm and walked with me to the stairs. Upstairs at the far end was their bedroom, and her computer sat on a small table. I sat down with my drink and began trying to figure out why it was running slowly and giving her strange error messages. I got absorbed in the work, and when I realized I had been at it for over an hour I said, 'I think that is as much as I can do tonight, Amanda. It should be running better, and if it still gives you problems you can call me again.'
I stood up and stretched, and Amanda kissed me on the cheek. 'My hero!' she said as we walked across the room and down the darkened hall. Halfway down there was a door open a few inches and sounds of voices. I peeked into the mostly dark room and saw two of my male neighbors standing a couple of feet apart with their pants down around their ankles. It was obvious they were getting their cocks sucked by someone kneeling between them in the dark room.
I grinned as I watched, wondering if I dared join them, and whispered to Amanda, 'Come see what's going on in your guest bedroom!' She peeked in and looked lustful for a few moments, and then suddenly she tried to pull me away from the door and down the hall.
'What are you doing?' I said, shrugging her off.
'Uh ... come on, Andy, we need to give them some privacy.'
I was grumpy about missing the show, but I couldn't argue with her position, so I went with her downstairs to get another drink. I looked around for Jill, but couldn't find her. 'Bitch is probably still mad about our fight and went home without me,' I thought. So I shrugged it off and started mingling again.
About fifteen minutes later, the two guys from the bedroom came down the stairs, looking ... well, drained. And descending right behind them was my lovely wife, adjusting her skirt and smoothing her hair. I was stunned! I stood gaping and when she saw me she stopped dead on the bottom stair. Turning away from the party, she opened the front door and quickly exited. It took me a minute to get my composure back, then I followed her, waving weakly to our host as I went out the door.
I walked the short distance home as fast as I could without actually running, and burst through the front door. Jill stood in front of the liquor cabinet drinking a glass of straight Scotch, which she never does
'You fucking whore!' I shouted. 'I saw you fucking those two guys, but I didn't realize it was you until you came downstairs with them!'
'Me a whore? You bastard! I saw you taking Amanda upstairs to fuck her. Everybody did. And besides, I just sucked them off.'
'I sat and worked on her computer. That's all.'
We stood looking at each other, anger mixing with sheepishness. 'Oh, fuck,' I said, 'let's just go to bed.'
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