Homecoming

by Lexi Archer

  I was never one to complain when my wife was pressing her body against mine, though I did find myself wondering again. She was pressing her body against mine in much the same way that she’d been pressing against that Arnie guy down below.

  I whirled around and pulled her against me. I mean she was already pretty much pressed against me, but I wanted the full experience. She looked up at me and her eyes went wide as she realized there was something hard between us very much pressing against her.

  “Well then,” she said. “Someone’s certainly happy to see me.”

  “You’d be surprised,” I said, moving a hand down and cupping her ass.

  Her ass, as far as I was concerned, was perfect. I mean I knew there were a lot of guys out there who were probably fans of the asses that belonged to the women they were dating, but Stacy was the kind of girl who did hot yoga and all that other kind of crossfit crap to keep in good shape.

  Admittedly I’d let myself get a little doughy around the middle in recent years. It was part of the whole thing when I was working my way up a corporate ladder that ended up falling right out from under me, damn it.

  “You know they can see us down there,” she whispered.

  “I don’t give a fuck,” I said. “It’s not like there’s anyone down there looking up here to see what we’re doing anyway.”

  “You’d be surprised, she murmured, pressing her lips against my chest and then moving her hand down to my cock.

  A sudden thought flitted through my head. Not at all the kind of thought I should be having, but this seemed like the kind of day to entertain the kind of thoughts that I never would’ve considered before this whole night started.

  I imagined that instead of simply hugging that Arnie guy down below, well I was thinking of her doing something a hell of a lot more intimate. We’re talking pressing her hand against his cock and feeling what there was to feel down there.

  I shivered as I thought of it. She looked up at me and arched an eyebrow.

  “Y’know I’m kind of surprised to see this from you,” she said.

  I sighed. I knew exactly what she was talking about, and it caused a little flare up of anger to course through me.

  “I’ve already told you I couldn’t really help it,” I said. “I mean I was under so much stress already from everything that was going on, and I just…”

  She put a finger to my lips. Whispered for me to quiet down. Then her hand moved down and she was pressing it inside my pants and feeling along the contours of my cock once more.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I think we were both under a lot of stress for a little while there, but maybe this is a good thing if coming out here means you’re starting to have this come back to life.”

  4

  Back in the Saddle

  I smiled. She did have a point there. It’s not like I asked to have my equipment suddenly stop working. It’s not like I ceased being interested in sex or stopped thinking my wife was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  It’s just that I’d been so busy at work and so stressed because I knew they were laying people off, and my department was next on the chopping block and there wasn’t a chance in hell we were going to be able to hit the goals they’d set for us.

  Only none of that mattered now. I’d been let go. The worst had happened, and I was out on the other side and I was still alive. Alive and I had my wife’s hand on my cock.

  Though I had no intention of telling her that one of the reasons why I was so turned on right now, one of the reasons why I was so fucking hard in her hands, was because I was thinking about what it would’ve looked like to see her pressing her hand against another man’s cock!

  You know I think I can make this a better," Stacy said.

  "You can?" I said.

  "Oh yeah," she said. "Because if this guy is going to come out and play again, well I have to let him know I'm happy to see him, right? Isn't that what a good wife is supposed to do for her big sexy husband?”

  And before I could say anything else, before I could point out that there were four massive windows looking out over the town square and anyone who wanted to could look up and see what we were doing, she was down on her knees fishing my cock out.

  Then we were at a point where I wasn't going to tell her to stop no matter what happened. Like her parents could walk into that room for a surprise inspection of the building that, to be fair, they totally owned and had every right to go through if they wanted to, and I wouldn't have stopped because their daughters mouth was moving up and down on my cock.

  Damn was she talented when it came to sucking my cock!

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt that familiar tightness and wetness. Not quite the same as when I fucked her, but it always felt wonderful for all that. And then she started with the suction and things really got going!

  I stared down at her. Looked at the way her hair was done up in a ponytail. It hadn’t been done up like that just a little while ago. She must’ve done that while she was on her way down. She was good at that sort of thing. She could do it in a flash without me noticing, and I smiled at the gesture.

  Because I knew she'd done that on purpose. I knew she knew how much I enjoyed it when I could watch her lips moving up and down my cock.

  I'm sure for some guys the simple sensation of getting their dick sucked was enough to get them going, but for me I also enjoyed watching my wife's mouth working my dick. There was something about the visual component that really did something for me, is what I’m getting at.

  And oh boy was she working it. I groaned. I knew it wasn't going to be long. I wanted to reach out to hold onto something, but there was nothing to grab onto. Only the walls all around, and I was too far away to lean against any of those walls. Not without pulling her cock out of my mouth, that is, which I had no intention of doing!

  Back and forth she went. Again and again. She was a pro at this sort of thing, and not for the first time I found myself thanking anyone who might be listening in my head that I had a wife who was so talented at this sort of thing and loved it so much!

  I knew there were starving husbands out there who didn’t get this kind of attention from their wife. I’d always felt a touch guilty knowing there were dead bedrooms out there, and knowing that the stress of my job before the layoffs meant that I couldn’t get it up to enjoy my very live bedroom even if I wanted to.

  In a way it was a relief that my dick was getting back into action, though I did wonder exactly what it was that was bringing it back into action. Because a new sort of naughty thought filled my head as I watched my wife's lips moving up and down the length of my cock.

  I imagined her with that Arnie dude. I wondered if she'd ever been down in front of his muscular body working on his cock like this. What if he was just as ripped when he was younger as he was these days? What if he'd been the kind of guy that every girl wanted to get with? What if my wife was one of those girls who so desperately wanted to get with him?

  I had no fucking way of knowing if they'd even run in the same social circles, but in my imagination I conjured up a scenario where my wife was down on her knees at some party. Maybe they were in the forest or a party in a cornfield or something. Sure that was more informed by my own ideas of what kind of parties happened in rural America based on movies, but still.

  Wasn't that what they did? Get drunk in the middle of cornfields? Or have big bonfires in the woods? I’m pretty sure Stacy told me of some parties she’d been to that went down like that, and suddenly I found myself wondering exactly how she’d gone down at those parties.

  What the fuck ever. Somehow imagining her sneaking off that Arnie dude, begging him for his come, got me even more turned on than I'd been before.

  One thing was for fucking sure. The trouble I’d had with my dick not wanting to come out and play was definitely over now. And I found myself having the exact opposite problem.

  5

  Fantasy

  Maybe it was be
cause it’d been so long since we'd done something like this. Maybe it was simply that I was getting turned on by this naughty fantasy running through my head.

  I couldn't be sure of the reason. All I knew was my dick was ready. It was twitching. Stacy looked up and locked eyes with me, and in my mind she was looking up at Arnie in the twilight darkness of a party and locking eyes with him. Begging him to fill her mouth with his seed.

  Shit. The thought of my wife taking some other man's come into her mouth, swallowing it, pushed me over the edge and I exploded. I imagined she was looking up at another man. That she'd just slipped down into the gym below and was having a little bit of fun, that didn’t involve working out. There were all sorts of thoughts exploding through my mind as the thoughts of what my wife could do with Arnie caused me to explode in her mouth, and the explosion was unlike anything that had ever hit me before.

  Again it could’ve been that it’d been so long since I'd had a mind blowing orgasm like this, but I was more inclined to think it was because of the fantasy that was running through my head, and fuck was it intense!

  It was so intense that I went weak in my knees. No sooner had she caught the first couple of blasts of my come than I started to collapse.

  On the bright side it was a slow motion collapse. I started to go down, and Stacy seemed to realize what was going on. So she pulled off of me. But that didn't stop a couple of ropes of come from spraying out. The stuff landed n her neck and her shirt.

  Oh fuck that was hot. A few ropes even landed on her face. Now that was something she’d never really let me do before, and it was also an issue that I’d never really pressed all that much. I mean honestly. If a woman is willing to suck my dick and swallow my come then I figured I shouldn’t get pissy just because she wasn’t willing to let me finish on her face.

  She looked at me in surprise. Suddenly we were on the same level. I figured this was the moment when she was going to get good and pissed off at me, but instead her mouth quirked up in a smile. A smile that turned to a laugh as she shook her head.

  Her face and neck still glistened with my come. She really surprised me by reaching out and wiping some of it off of her cheek, then putting it into her mouth and making a delighted noise in the back of her throat like she was eating a delicious treat.

  Oh fuck that was hot. That was the kind of thing I was going to remember while I was jerking off for years to come. That was the kind of thought that got me all hot and bothered thinking about the idea of her doing the same sort of thing because she was hungry for, say, Arnie’s come all over her body.

  I shivered, and she stopped her laugh. Reached out and put a hand to my shoulder.

  “That was pretty intense, wasn’t it?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I guess I just forgot what it was like…”

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m just glad that you’re finally getting back to normal.”

  I smiled at her, but inside my stomach was twisting and I didn’t know what to think. Back to normal? Was thinking about my wife fucking another man really anything close to being back to normal? No, not at all. All I could think was how fucking sexy it would be if she were to sneak down to that gym and have a little bit of fun with Arnie in one of the back rooms, and that was about as far from normal as I figured someone could go.

  I wondered what the fuck was wrong with me, and I resolved in that moment that I wasn’t going to say a damn thing to Stacy about where this sudden desire was coming from.

  The last thing I needed was my wife deciding she was going to divorce my ass on top of everything else that’d happened. I figured she was already stressed enough with the layoff and everything, and me asking her to fuck another man? Talk about straws breaking camel backs.

  So I smiled. Took her hand in mine. Leaned in to kiss her even though she was still glistening with my come. I didn’t care. I figured a guy should always be nice enough to kiss the nice lady who’d been nice enough to suck his dick.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I think I have a good feeling about this.”

  I didn’t have a good feeling about this ,but she didn’t have to know that. She could never know what’d just made this so hot. Not if I wanted to preserve my marriage!

  6

  Pre Workout

  “Where are you headed this early in the morning?” I asked.

  “I figured I’d take advantage of having a gym right under our new digs,” Stacy said.

  My dick was immediately hard. I’d been sitting on the couch looking at local jobs on the laptop and coming to the conclusion that there wasn’t going to be much to found around here.

  Meanwhile there was the pure sex on a stick distraction of Stacy walking through the place in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of yoga pants that went all the way down.

  It would’ve been even sexier if she was in a pair of tight shorts, but she hadn’t worn that kind of thing to the gym in years. Not since we were in college together, at least, and I’d spent a lot of time enjoying the fuck out of working out with her without actually feeling the burn, if you catch my meaning.

  “Is there something wrong?” she asked.

  I shifted in my seat. There was nothing wrong at all. At least if you considered me getting rock hard staring at my wife and thinking about all the terrible things I’d like to do to her nothing wrong.

  The only problem was I suddenly had that friendly visitor who’d been there the day before. The guy who’d been hiding out for so long because I was having so much trouble with work stress, and now he was back.

  Stacy seemed to pick up on that. At least she seemed to pick up on the idea that there was something I was trying to hide from her, and that something was hidden under the laptop that I’d suddenly put in a place where she wouldn’t be able to get a good look at me and what I was doing.

  She grinned. “What the fuck are you doing down there you perv?”

  She grabbed the laptop off of me. I tried to protest, but I knew it wasn’t going to do a damn bit of good. No, Stacy was a woman who got what she wanted when she wanted it, and it was clear what she wanted right now was a nice view of the hardness that I’d been trying to hide under the laptop.

  That’d hurt like a motherfucker, too. It turns out the bottom of laptops get a little hot. Which is all well and good on my legs, but suddenly having a hard on pressing against it wasn’t all that fun!

  “You perv!” she said, squealing in delight.

  “What can I say?” I said. “I’m happy to see you in an outfit like that. It’s been awhile!”

  “I know,” she said, doing a little spin and then putting her hand on her stomach. “I’m such a fat cow. Like I have no idea how I’ve managed to let myself get out of shape like this.”

  I looked her up and down and wondered what the hell she was talking about. She looked like the opposite of a fat cow. Sure there might’ve been a little extra padding around her stomach where it had been a six pack once upon a time, but if you ask me that just made her all the sexier.

  Especially compared to other women our age. I mean don’t get me wrong. There were a lot of sexy women who were a few years out of college. There was something to be said for the looks of a hot woman who was still looking for someone to settle down with and so she hadn’t let herself go like so many married people did when they got comfortable.

  I was a person in a glass house casting stones when it came to that, for that matter. I looked down and patted my own stomach and some of the padding there, and thought about how helpful it would be if I could maybe lose a few pounds.

  “You look great baby,” I said.

  She grinned at me. That seemed good. Usually she was one of those girls who seemed like she could have some trouble taking a compliment, but from the way she was beaming at me now she was having no trouble taking the compliment I’d just lobbed at her.

  “You think so?” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I mean there was a time when I would’ve doubted whether or not you were serious
about that, but now…”

  I blushed and felt a touch of shame as I thought about the hell I’d put my wife through. I knew she hadn’t been all that excited when it turned out I was having a little bit of trouble getting things up. I knew that’d done a number for her confidence, and come to think of it some of her adding a little bit of that padding around her middle had come on when she thought she wasn’t doing it for me.

  Which made me feel like even more of a loser than I already did for getting laid off. Not only could I not hold a job, but I also couldn’t make my incredibly sexy wife feel like the sex goddess she was and always would be for me.

  “Well I think you look gorgeous no matter what baby,” I said. “I also don’t think you need to worry about going down there and working out, but if it’ll make you feel better then more power to you.”

  “Yeah, well you don’t understand,” she said. “I mean I’m back home, y’know? There are so many people around here who are used to the old me. Like the last thing they remember about me is how fucking hot I looked in what I was wearing under my graduation gown, and I don’t want people to look at me and start talking about all the weight I gained going out into the world.”

  I frowned. So there was more to it than a simple desire to get back into shape. And I suddenly found myself wondering if there was anyone in particular she was wanting to get in shape for. Like, say, the kind of person who was running a local gym.

  I tried to play it off, but I was still rock hard. I mean I’d been rock hard before thinking about her going down into the gym wearing something like that and getting all the attention from all the guys who were no doubt in there, but now that she’d made it clear that part of the reason why she was interested in getting back into shape was because she worried about what other people thought of her? Well that was enough to have my cock sitting up and really taking notice.