by Lexi Archer
Oh well.
“So what was that interesting thing you were talking about?” I asked.
“Oh yeah!” she said. “We were totally invited to a party out at Tom Thomas’s place.”
“Tom Thomas?” I asked, trying not to snort.
“I know,” she said. “But don’t bring it up with him. He’s kind of sensitive about having the same first and last name, and you really shouldn’t mention it to his parents.”
“Are there going to be a lot of friends you knew from school out there?” I asked.
I was suddenly very curious. If there were going to be a lot of her old friends at this place then that meant there were going to be a lot of guys out there who’d maybe dated her once upon a time.
I wasn’t sure what her list was like by the time she was done with high school, but if there were guys out there who’d dated her towards the end of school, or maybe when she was back from college from time to time, then there were going to be guys out there who’d fucked my wife.
And I suddenly very much wanted to learn about that history!
“That sounds like it could be a good time,” I said.
“Seriously?” she asked. “You really would be okay with going out to a party with a bunch of my friends from around here?”
She did a little shimmy and shake all over again. As always it was a very distracting shimmy and shake, and as always it wasn’t like I was going to complain about that shimmy and shake as long as there was a hot woman grinding her ass against my cock!
“You said it yourself when we were arriving here,” I said. “If we’re going to live around here then I might as well get used to it. I figure making nic with the locals would be a good way to start.”
“You mean like you’ve been making nice with Arnie?” she asked, winking at me.
“Yeah, and what’s up with the two of you anyway?” I asked.
I’m not sure why that flew out of my mouth. Maybe it was that on some level the fantasy and wondering how many guys she’d been with had been something that was on my mind. Maybe it was that I was to the point where her ass grinding against me was breaking through that barrier that everyone has where they’re suddenly willing to admit exactly what turns them on.
Whatever it was, I wasn’t sure why that thought left my mouth, but I did know that I didn’t like the confused look she gave me.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I muttered, hoping it would be enough to stop this conversation before it really got started, and knowing on some level that there wasn’t a chance in hell that was going to happen.
“No seriously,” she said, spinning around so she was straddling me on the couch now.
Which wasn’t much of an improvement over the previous situation. I mean on one level it was really an improvement over the previous situation. Now she was grinding the good stuff against me, and I could feel how hot and turned on she was between her legs.
It wasn’t all that great, though, because that wasn’t the kind of distraction I needed right about now. I groaned as she pressed against me and tried not to think about how fucking good that felt, or how fucking hot she was.
She started moving back and forth ever so subtly. So subtle and I probably wouldn’t have noticed it back in the day when I was having my little problem that kept me from being intimate with my wife for so long.
These days though? With the way everything had come roaring back? Well I’d notice anything and everything she was doing with that incredible body, let me tell you!
“Come on baby,” she said, suddenly being a little more insistent with the way she was pressing against me. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
14
Heavy Petting
She was still smiling, for all that she was saying something that should’ve pissed her off. At least it’d been my experience that girls got pissed off when guys acted all jealous, though in this case it wasn’t jealousy. It was like a weird twisting of jealousy in my head that made me want to see her with Arnie.
Or any of the guys who hung out down in the gym, honestly. Yeah, any one of them would do. Even the ones who weren’t in shape.
Now there was an interesting wrinkle. The thought of my hottie wife getting with some guy who’d let himself go, like maybe her ex-boyfriend who never had a chance with her back then and certainly didn’t have a chance with her now, really cranked my engine!
Stacy leaned in a little closer. “So are you going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to do some more convincing for you?”
Now she was really pressing against me. There was no denying it. I would’ve felt that even when I was having my little problem! She leaned in closer, and she was practically breathing in my ear.
“Is it possible that someone is getting turned on thinking about me with one of my old buddies from back in the day?”
“Maybe I am getting turned on," I said. "What's it to you?"
"Well now," she said. "This is very interesting. I never would’ve thought of something like this from you!"
"Something like what?" I asked.
"I mean I've heard of guys who get turned on thinking about their girl with another guy. I dated a guy briefly back in college who was into that sort of thing, but I only went through with it a couple of times because it seemed like he was more interested in fantasy that he was me. Of course I know you’re more interested in me than you are in the fantasy since you put a ring on my finger. Unless of course you’re pulling the long con, but something tells me that’s not what’s going on here.”
Okay then. My mind was well and truly fucked at this point. I couldn't believe that not only did she know about this fantasy, but it was also a fantasy she'd indulged in once upon a time. With some lucky bastard that’d dated her back in college, to be sure, but even the thought that she’d done this before was enough to have my cock standing up and taking notice!
I wondered if it was the bastard who'd been hanging on in her social group back when we first started dating. One of the many gentlemen who wouldn't take no for an answer when she told him she was no longer interested in what he had to offer.
I could understand a guy not getting the point, of course. If she ever told me that we were over and I wasn’t going to get to enjoy my beautiful wife ever again? Well let’s just say that I’d probably go a little off the deep end too.
I think it was the threat of that loss that added so much to this fantasy in the first place. I was risking everything with a fantasy like this! Which meant I needed to proceed with caution.
"So you've done this before?" I asked.
“Done what?” she asked. "I don't recall hearing you ever actually asking me a question about what I’ve done.”
I groaned as she pressed her pussy down against me. Oh yeah. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing. And from the way she grinned down at me, she was enjoying this.
"What do you say honey?" she asked. "Did you have a question you wanted to ask your wife? Something you maybe wanted to know about my past? Because I feel the way your cock is twitching when you learned about that little secret from my college days, and I think this is turning me on too!”
I threw my head back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was concentrating, but not for the reason you might think. No, normally when I felt like this I was concentrating on the pure pleasure of the moment, but right now I was concentrating on not having too much pleasure in the moment, if you catch my drift. Because I felt like I was about to my load against her sexy yoga pants.
Another hot thought filled my mind, almost unbidden. It was like these dirty fantasies about my wife and what she could potentially get up to were popping into my head, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
I thought of her in a pair of her workout yoga pants grinding against one of the guys working out down there. Maybe even one of the guys who wasn't in nearly as good a shape as some of the muscle heads who’d been in there the first night
we showed up to learn all about our new apartment.
Yeah, it was pretty nice thinking about one of her exercises being pressing that amazing body against some other dude who was staring up at her like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Grinding the heat of her ass against his cock. Him looking up at her and groaning, and finally reaching the point of no return as he blew a load that stained his pants and got all over hers too.
Because what guy, looking up at my wife grinding against him, wouldn't be able to reach that point of no return?
I was almost there now. And thinking about my wife walking around with another man's come staining her yoga pants? Well that was helping to push me towards that edge!
I also totally knew something that might push me over that edge as I pressed up against her and thought of all the naughty things I wouldn’t mind seeing her do.
15
Not So Stupid
"Did you ever do anything with Arnie?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she said.
"Come on baby," I said. “I have to know.”
"Maybe I'll tell you something," she said, and then she did something that drove me even more wild than when she'd been grinding against me.
She pulled up and off of me. I no longer had that delicious heat pressing against my cock. No, I was simply sitting there staring up at her, staring at the sexy, and thinking about how desperately I needed some of that contact she’d just pulled away from me because she knew exactly what the fuck she was doing to me.
Motherfucker!
"Yeah," she said. "I think we’re going to play a little game here. Call it a little game of Truth or Dare or something, where you’re telling the truth and I’m hitting you with the dares.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, sensing a trap but not really caring if I was walking right into the middle of the fucker.
“Simple,” she said. “You tell me something I want to hear, and then I'll maybe do something you like or tell you something you want to hear. Sound like a fair deal?"
I let out a whimper. What else could I do? I'd thought of that she would freak the fuck out if she found out about this fantasy, and now I'd opened my big fucking mouth and found out that not only was she intrigued by the idea, but she'd actually done it in the past!
Talk about unintended consequences.
"What do you want to know?" I managed to groan out.
"That's simple," she said. "How long have you been having these fantasies? It that why you had a little bit of trouble with the little guy not wanting to come out and play?"
I winced. I wasn't sure if that wince was because she'd just called my penis the "little guy," a term of art I'd never cared for, or if it was because she’d just lumped in my erectile dysfunction with this fantasy rather than the stress of working a job I hated but desperately needed to hold onto if I was going to have the life I wanted.
The thing that really stung about that was knowing there was definitely a connection between this fantasy and the "little guy" coming out to play. It was just that it took me discovering this fantasy for that little problem to finally start to go away, and not that the fantasy was causing the problem in the first place.
"That wasn't the reason why I was having trouble getting it up,” I said. "But it might be the reason why I've been getting it up lately, if that makes sense.”
She pressed down on me again. My cock immediately started to twitch. We're talking twitching to the point that I was seriously worried I was going to blow a load in my pants.
It was only through taking a few deep breaths that I managed to get under control. That, and my wife was so practiced in manipulating my cock. She was down there between my legs in an instant, something that I’d really hoped she might do. The only problem was I probably should’ve been careful what I wished for, because she was down there pressing her thumb against my cock as it twitched to keep me from coming.
So I was left with a dry fire instead. At least a mostly dry fire. I could feel some precum leaking out into my pants, but what the fuck ever.
"Oh no you don't baby," she said. "You don't get off that easy, literally," she said, giggling at her own humor.
I merely groaned and threw my head back against the couch. And then winced. It wasn't exactly the greatest piece of furniture in the world, and there were bits of wood backing that made it through the cushioning with no trouble.
"Son of a bitch!" I shouted.
"Oh baby," Stacy said. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said, not really caring about the spot in the back of my head or how much it suddenly hurt or the stars that were dancing in front of my vision. "I'm more interested in hearing about you and Arnie."
"What's there to tell?" she asked with a shrug, though apparently she’d decided me hitting my head was enough to feel sorry for me and tell me more. Totally worth it. "We were friends back in high school, and I suppose we're picking up where we left off considering he's been nice enough to let me use his gym facilities."
I rolled my eyes. "You always were oblivious."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Stacy asked.
"You really have no idea why he's being nice and letting you use his gym for free?”
"I figured he was doing it out of the goodness of his heart," she said. "Just like every guy who's ever been nice to me while he's staring at my tits or my ass."
She rolled her eyes and there was a sarcastic note to her voice that told me she knew exactly why he was being so nice to her.
"Come on," she said. "I'm not trying to be egotistical here, but I know I'm hot as fuck. Especially for around here. Like I was maybe a solid eight back in the city, but around here I’m a fucking eleven. And I know exactly what he's doing."
"You do?" I said, even more surprised. I guess my wife was just full of surprises today.
"You think I'm an idiot?" she asked. "I know he's expecting me to bring in some business with this.”
She did a little motion that showed off her body. She also did a little twirl that had me licking my lips. Yeah, she was hot, and she knew it. If anything that confidence that said she knew how hot she was did even more for me than before when I thought she was oblivious to the effect she had on the gentlemen.
"Well damn," I said.
"That's right damn,” she said. "Your wife isn't quite as stupid as you thought, is she?"
16
Confession
"I never thought you were stupid," I said.
"No," she said. "You've been too distracted trying to figure out whether or not Arnie has ever had his cock inside your wife, haven't you?"
I groaned. My cock was twitching all over again. Again she was down there holding my dick like she had a sixth sense that told her when I was about to blow a load, and once more I was twitching and going through the motions of coming, but there was nothing actually flying out of the tip. Son of a bitch!
"You fucking cocktease,” I growled.
Stacy winked. "I am to please, and I have no intention of letting you get off just yet. Not when things just got so very interesting."
I groaned, though this time I didn't let my head fall back against the couch cushion that wasn't exactly adequately covering the wood on the other side. No, I lowered my head slowly and gently to make sure there was no extra damage.
I might’ve gotten some sympathy the last time something like this happened, but it didn’t mean I was eager to see those stars dancing in front of my eyes all over again.
"Fucking cocktease," I said.
"If you like me being a cocktease then you're going to love this invitation we just got," she said.
"Invitation?" I said, my interest piqued.
“Well yeah,” she said. “Although now that you’re acting like this I’m not sure if it’s something we should even be messing with. I mean if you can’t control yourself thinking about me getting it on with Arnie back in the day…”
“So you did get it on with Arnie back in the day?” I asked.<
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“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she asked with a wink. “Now about this invite.”
“You keep mentioning it, I keep asking you, and you keep dodging the question,” I said.
“Well yeah,” she said. “Because it’s so much fun to watch you squirming!”
I stuck my tongue out at her. I knew she was being a tease, but honestly if she was dressed like that I didn’t mind her being a tease! Fuck was she so fucking hot!
“Anyway,” she said. “I got a text from a girl I knew back in high school. Do you remember Amanda at all?”
“Sort of,” I said. I remembered a pretty girl with blonde hair that ran down past her shoulders. I’d been looking at her the night I found Stacy, to be honest, though I was glad that I wound up getting with Stacy even if Amanda had caught my eye. I also wasn’t going to say anything about the fact that I knew which friend she was talking about the moment she mentioned her name.
That was the sort of revelation that could get a guy in trouble in a marriage, and I was no idiot when it came to this sort of thing.
“Well anyway,” she said. “Amanda stuck around home. Or I guess she went back after school, though I don’t know if you could say she ever really left for school since she commuted.”
“Is there a point to all this?” I asked.
“The point is she’s married now and has a place out in the country,” Stacy said.
I glanced out one of the windows on the other side of the building. Our building was tall enough that you could see out over other buildings and houses. Which meant that we had a nice view of the farmland off in the distance where corn and soybeans and whatever the fuck else they grew around here were growing.
“This isn’t the country?” I asked.
“It’s a thing around here you’ll have to get used to,” Stacy said. “This is town, and out there beyond town is the country. That’s just how it is, and we’ve been invited to a party out there.”
