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The Slut Wife's Handbook (fm:slut wife)

5/16/2006

Unknown to most, there is a little known, underground booklet,
titled
‘The Slut Wife's Handbook'. If your wife has a
copy, she probably won't
divulge the fact openly. You probably won't find it
until she's ready
for you to ‘get the idea'. That's if you find it
at all. When she's
done with it, she'll find a way to discreetly pass it
on to another
hopeful and you'll be none the wiser.


Kay and I had been married for nearly seven years when I stumbled
upon
her ‘hidden' pamphlet. It's amazing what you
can find when you're
looking for a pair of socks. I could tell from the numerous
dog-eared
pages and highlighted passages someone had given this
manuscript
considerable attention.


There was a section on ‘Dressing Provocatively';
a section on
‘Suggestive Flirting', and even one titled ‘Getting
Hubby Into The
Game'.


I spent several minutes perusing the ‘Dressing Provocatively'
section
and reflecting as I read. Perhaps I hadn't paid enough
attention to
some of Kay's actions recently. Had she been trying
to tell me
something and I simply hadn't caught on yet?


Kay had an extensive wardrobe of sexy clothing and quite
often dressed
for my benefit when we went out. Or was it for me? I knew she
liked the
attention she drew from other guys, but had never imagined
it was
anything more than innocent teasing. My thoughts drifted
back to Friday
night at the Lion's Den, our favorite after work watering
hole.


She had curled her dark brunette hair in a sexy do that perfectly
framed
her pixie-cute face and dark, brown eyes. She had worn that
tight,
pink, low-cut knit top I liked so well. It showed a tantalizing
amount
of cleavage and the bullet-shaped-nipples crowning her
luscious 34-C
melons would strain proudly against the fabric. The white
pair of
shorts she had worn that night showed the outline of her
skimpy bikinis
in the right light and accented the round curve of her ass.
Every guy
in the place admired her shapely, tanned legs that night;
in addition
to all of the above.


I was startled when I heard Kay's car pulling into the
driveway outside
our window. I hurriedly closed the booklet and shoved it
back in its
hiding place; feeling like a schoolboy that almost got
caught jerking
off. Kay found me on the end of the bed when she entered the
room. I
had just put my socks on and was about to put on my slacks.



"Happy Birthday!" she exclaimed and handed
me a card, accompanied with a
small, gift-wrapped box. She grabbed my slacks and tossed
them aside.
"That can wait!" she added.


"Thanks Hon!" I answered with a kiss and hug.



"How does it feel to be thirty-five? Do you feel old
yet?" she asked
with a grin.


"Nope! As long as I keep waking up hard, I'm happy!"
I joked back.


"Well! Come on! Open your present!" Kay said
excitedly.


I tore the wrapping off the small box and found the new watch
I had
mentioned wanting several months ago. "Thank you!"
I said, laying it
aside and giving Kay another big kiss.


"OK! Now the card!" Kay seemed even more excited.



My finger slid through the top of the sealed envelope. I
could see Kay
watching me intently when I pulled out the card. As my eyes
widened I
knew right away why she was watching so closely.


The cover featured a photograph of a gorgeous, thirty-year
old, nude
female. She was posed so as not to show her nipples, or even
a hint of
pubic hair, but she was definitely naked. It was a very arousing

picture, but one thing stood out stunningly. I knew the
gal was thirty,
because it was Kay in the photo!


Kay was grinning like a Cheshire cat while I stared speechlessly.
I opened the card and read it. "Since you'll be
in your birthday suit
tonight, I thought I'd wear mine! Happy 35th! I love
you! Kay."

"Do you like it?" she asked anxiously.


"What's not to like?" I answered, not really
sure what to say. It was
the most original card I had ever received, but I was obviously
curious
about the photo. Sure, I have plenty of photos of Kay in various
modes
of dress and undress, but this wasn't one I had taken.



I felt a flush come over me and a twinge in my crotch. I wasn't
sure if
it was from the sexy photo of Kay or the realization she had
obviously
gotten naked in front of someone else, but I was suddenly
feeling very
aroused.


"So....who took the picture and made the card?"
I asked nervously.


Still maintaining that ‘cat that ate the canary' expression
she said,
"Fred Ames took the pictures. He's a retired
photographer friend of
Sharon's. Don't worry. He was very professional."
Then she added
emphatically, "There wasn't any hanky-panky!"


For the moment I had forgotten about the dinner we were going
to. I was
more focused on Kay's photo. She's not a prude
by any means and I can't
say this would be totally out of character for her. I suppose
I would
have given it less thought if I hadn't found her concealed
literature
earlier.


"Well....I really like the card!" I told her.
"It's quite a surprise!"

"Does it make you horny knowing some guy took naked
pictures of me?" Kay
asked. "Sharon said it would."

Before I could muster an answer Kay's hand was on my
crotch and found
out what I already knew. My cock was stiff as a 2x4.


"Ummm! I guess Sharon was right!" she cooed
and quickly pulled my briefs
down. Kay was clearly in a playful mood.


"Ooh! Look! A big, hard birthday candle!" she
exclaimed teasingly as my
seven-inch erection sprang free. "I'll blow
it out for you!" she added
with a coy wink as she knelt on the carpet.


I wasn't about to protest. I'd been on the receiving
end of Kay's
delicate hands and full, warm lips on many occasions. She
just kept
getting better. I leaned back and supported myself with
my hands on the
bed.


Kay leaned in and lightly licked my crown and gently caressed
my balls
with the tips of her fingers. She gripped my shaft firmly
and took my
head between her lips. I shuddered and moaned when her wet
tongue
bathed my tiny slit.


My eyes kept shifting from the sight of Kay working on me
to the picture
card lying just to my right. I felt some new dimension had
been
supplied. Kay's hand was traveling the length of my
shaft repeatedly
and my breath was growing shallow.


Knowing I was nearing my peak, Kay increased the intensity
of her
strokes and took me deeper in her throat. When she sensed
my body
tensing she cupped one hand around my heavy sack. She always
loved to
feel my balls tighten just before I came and it added some
measure of
delight to my own pleasure.


Kay squeezed my balls tenderly and I felt the magical tension
building.
The low groan emanating from my throat signaled Kay I was
nearly there.




No longer able to gaze at the photo, I closed my eyes. Kay
stroked me
rapidly and gulped as the first jerk from my cock splattered
her
tonsils with my heated lust. She maintained full control
of me as each
vigorous shudder sent a new stream of frothy cream down
her throat.


As with all good things, it finally came to an end. Kay slowly
released
me and looked up with a smile. She licked a small string of
pearls from
the corner of her mouth.


"Happy Birthday." she said once more. This
time there was a soft, loving
tone to her voice.


We gathered ourselves and I finished dressing while Kay
changed from her
work clothes. She put on a light yellow sundress that she
knew always
attracted my attention. It was very short and open in the
back. She
looked incredibly sexy in it and if a dead man saw her, even
he would
sit up and beg.


All through dinner I kept wondering about Kay's ‘handbook'
and I kept
seeing images of her posing naked for some unknown stud.
Only in my
vision, ‘Fred the photographer' was far from professional.
His hands
would be all over Kay as he placed her in various poses and
she would
tingle at his touches.


Several of our friends had joined us for dinner and I couldn't
very well
quiz Kay about her photo session. I believed everything
was on the up
and up, but I was curious nonetheless. It wasn't until
we were driving
home that I could broach the subject.


"Thanks for a great birthday." I said while
sitting out a stoplight. "I
can't wait to show my card to the guys!" I told
her, knowing full well
I had no such intention. I only said it to get her attention
and turn
the conversation. It worked.


"Like hell you will!" Kay shouted and jabbed
me in the ribs. "That's
between you and me and no one else! You'd better promise
me no one else
sees it!" Then she grabbed my crotch tightly and gripped
my balls.
"Promise me or so help me, I'll rip these off!"


"OK! OK!" I said, throwing my hands up in mock
surrender. "I promise!"

The light changed and I asked Kay if there were any other
photos from
her session.


"As a matter of fact, there are." she said frankly.
"But only you can
see them."

Nodding my agreement, I drove a little faster than usual.
I was sure two
things were going to happen. I would get to see the other
pictures and
I would most likely get laid by my newfound ‘centerfold'
wife.


"Were you nervous?" I inquired.


"Yes." she said slowly. "But, I guess
it kinda made feel sexy too. I
don't think Fred noticed how wet I was. He could probably
see my
nipples were hard though. Don't worry about Fred.
He's nearly seventy
and just does photography as a hobby."

"He could have a stash of Viagra!" I joked.


Kay had been rubbing my crotch and snuggling up to me the
remainder of
our short journey. By the time we pulled up the driveway
and into the
garage, I was at full staff. I turned to give Kay a kiss as
I parked
and slid one hand inside the hem of her short dress.


While still kissing her, I pulled the straps of her dress
down and
feasted on her exposed breasts. My other hand could feel
the moist
panel of Kay's bikinis. She was as turned on as I was.



We managed to break apart long enough to get the doors open
and get out
of the car. Our sense of urgency kept us from getting any
further than
the front of the car. I pushed her against the side of the
car and
kissed her. Her right leg was draped around me as I pulled
her dress
over her head and tossed it on the roof.


My teeth busied themselves nibbling on her neck and hardened
nipples
while she fumbled with my buckle and zipper. A few seconds
later my
slacks and briefs were around my ankles and I was lifting
Kay's 5'2" frame up and pushing her backward over the hood. She tensed
when her
heated flesh of her backside made contact with the cool
steel.


I wasted no time in skimming her bikinis down her supple
thighs and past
her toned calves. She kicked off her sandals and her heels
dug into my
back when she bowed her legs around me. I ran my hand over
the soft,
brown curls of her mound and watched the rise and fall of
her swollen
breasts caused her heated breathing. Her crease was glistening
with her
sugary dew and I couldn't wait for a taste.


Bending into her, I let my tongue slither upward along her
gash and
gathered in her moisture. Her precious nub was distended
and wanting.
Kay tensed and pressed her heels into me more firmly when
my tongue
gingerly glided across her erect gem. I gnawed hungrily
at it and
slipped a finger in her slippery passageway.


Reaching up with my other hand I gave her right nipple a tight
squeeze
while slipping a second finger in her and tickling her little
brown eye
with my pinkie. In moments Kay was tensing and squealing
loudly as she
came. Her inner muscles flexed and her warm fluid flowed
freely over my
palm. Had we had any children, she no doubt would have awakened
them.


As Kay finished, I stood; quickly peeling off my shirt and
stepping out
of my crumpled garments. The veins in my purplish-red cock
were near
bursting. The seed in my loin was seething and in pressing
need of
release.


I pulled Kay off the hood and spun her around, pressing her
face down
over the car and flattening her luscious orbs against the
now sweat
covered surface. Her firm, round ass was invitingly in
front of me as I
stepped between her sprawled legs. I positioned my cock
at her slick
entrance and shoved forward.


As if into a vacuum, Kay's yearning channel pulled
me in and her muscles
clamped me in a death grip. My balls swung violently as I
began pumping
feverishly into her tight, grasping canal.


Kay was moaning shrilly as I gave her all I had and she came
once more.
I didn't waiver from my assault and began humping her
more fervently.
Then that slow, tantalizing tension built inside me and
my strokes
became sharper and more critical.


"Oh! Geez!" I uttered loudly. My knees nearly
buckled when my spasming
cock began filling Kay's wanton pussy with a fresh
load of my tepid
elixir. My audible exclamation, mixed with her high-pitched
squeal,
echoed throughout the garage.


It wasn't until we finished and were picking up our
clothes that we
realized something. In our passionate exchange, we had
forgotten to
close the garage door.


"I hope you all enjoyed the show!" Kay yelled
laughing. She stood right
at the entrance, stark naked, spreading her arms and legs
wide, and
jiggling her tits. I quickly found the ‘close' button.
If any of the
neighbors saw us, they never let on and I was secretly wondering
if
Kay's ‘handbook' covered exhibitionism.


Before turning in for the night, Kay indeed retrieved a
large envelope
she had hidden away. In it was a large array of glossy 8x10's.
I was
impressed with the quality, but needless to say, surprised
at some of
the poses. The photo on my card was unmistakably one of the
more
conservative.


Unlike the one on the card, most of the pictures left little
or nothing
to the imagination. My cock couldn't help but stir
as I thought about
Kay displaying herself to the focused lenses and trained
eye of ‘Fred
the photographer'. The way she had covered herself
in the photo on the
card had left me with some sense of security. These had the
opposite
effect.


The one I liked best, but concerned me the most, showed Kay
on a couch.
She was on her side with one leg over the back. This left her
center
perilously exposed.


"How did you decide which one to put on the card?"
I asked.


"I wasn't sure how you'd react, so I picked
the most discreet one I
could find." Kay answered with her familiar grin.
"Sharon thought I
should use this one."

Kay flipped through the pile and showed the one of her straddling
a
simple, straight-legged chair, backwards. Her arms were
folded beneath
her chin and her breasts were visible through the chair
back. It was
plain to see her nipples were erect. The way her legs were
spread, her
pussy was in clear view.


"Don't you like them?" Kay asked with a
fake pout.


"I love them!" I answered quickly. "I
just never imagined you doing
anything like this."

After viewing the photos, we had one more heated session
of lovemaking
before turning out the lights.


It was a couple more days before I could sneak another glimpse
of Kay's
‘handbook'. I dug it out while she went shopping one
afternoon.


"We all want a little more out of life. It isn't
that we don't love our
husbands, we just want to sample a few of life's other
spices." it
read. "The most important thing to remember is to
make hubby think it
was his idea." This passage was in the "Getting
Hubby Into The Game" section, but it was a theme that was repeated several times
throughout
the pamphlet. It took less than an hour to read it cover to
cover, but
afterwards I found myself once again reflecting on Kay's
behavior in
recent months.


In the section on "Suggestive Flirting" it
advised the reader to visibly
flirt with other guys and watch for hubby's reaction.
As I thought
about this I recalled a time a few weeks ago when Kay had danced
with a
nice looking gentleman at a night club we occasionally
frequented.


A gentleman had been sitting at the bar alone and Kay and
I were tossing
back a few. We had shared several dances and just sat down
when the man
approached our table. I eyed him suspiciously at first,
as I do most
strangers.


He seemed very well-mannered and respectful when he asked
me if he could
have the honor of dancing with my lady. His hair was graying
and he
appeared considerably older than Kay and I. I guessed him
to be in his
early fifties.


Kay was beaming and had a flattered expression.


"If the lady likes..." I said, motioning to
Kay.


"The lady likes very much!" Kay said exuberantly.



I had watched them dance and noticed Kay snuggled quite
close to his
powerful 6'1" frame during the slow song. She
seemed especially
delighted when he kissed her hand after returning her to
the table.


"Does it bother you to see me dance with another man?"
she asked after
sitting down.


"Not at all." I answered. "He seems harmless."


She had danced with him a couple more times that evening
and gave him
what I thought were some unusual liberties. She let him
put his hands
on her ass a few times and they were pressed very close together
a few
times. Her breasts were squashed tightly into his chest
and she let him
kiss her cheek after their final dance. Kay seemed flushed
after that
encounter.


"Did you give him a woody?" I remembered asking
with a tease afterwards.




"I think so!" Kay giggled.


The man left the club at the same time we did and said goodnight
outside
the door. He thanked me very politely for allowing the pleasure
of
Kay's company for those few, brief moments. Then he
turned and vanished
into the night. I never even got his name.


Upon further contemplation. I remembered a time at the
Lion's Den when a
young fellow was openly flirting with Kay. He had been sitting
next to
her playing one of those quarter gobbling video games at
the end of the
bar. He didn't appear old enough to be there, but had
to be at least
twenty-one to get in. After a while, he invited Kay to play
the game
with him. She learned he was a college senior and his name
was Vince.


On that particular night she was braless and had worn one
of her low-cut
tops. Kay would pretend not to notice when her top would
open loosely
as she bent over. She was making it a point to lean in very
close to
him when her turn came around and his eyes would fix on the
tantalizing
view while she played.


The longer they played, the chummier they got. Vince even
had his arm
around Kay's waist a time or two. She did nothing to
deter him. It
wasn't until I put my arm around Kay, making sure he
saw my wedding
band that he backed off.


Kay returned from her shopping expedition and my reflections
came to a
screeching halt. I hurriedly slipped the booklet back
into its hiding
place.


A week or so later I found Kay on the computer. She was reading
erotic
stories on an adult web site. I'm not sure, but it might
have been this
very site. I was busy watching the Dodgers slaughter the
Braves on TV
and simply let her go on reading. It was the sixth inning
when she
interrupted my solitude.


"Do you think people really do this stuff?"
she asked.


"Do what stuff?" I really wasn't paying
good attention. The Braves had
runners on second and third. I was worried.


"I mean, do you think people have group sex like this
and do guys really
let their wives screw other guys, just so they can fuck them

afterwards?" she wanted to know.


"You're outta there!" I shouted as the
Braves batter struck out.


Well, as you can guess, that pissed her off! I would have
had a better
chance against a nest of angry hornets at that moment.


"Turn that damn thing off!" she shouted. She
came over toward me, picked
up the remote, and the Chevy commercial disappeared in
a small dot on a
blank screen. In the next second she was straddling me in
my big
recliner and pulling off her tank top.


"I'm horny!" Kay announced.


I wanted to see the game....but....you gotta have certain
priorities.
Getting laid is one of mine. Kay stood up and quickly doffed
her shorts
and panties. No sooner had she done that than she was unfastening
my
shorts and pulling them off with my briefs. I guess I didn't
resist
much.


Kay climbed back on my lap and kept pressing her bare pelvis
against my
cock and balls. She was jutting her tits squarely in my face
and I
responded by squeezing and biting her nipples. It didn't
take long for
me to get a full-blown erection.


With no further foreplay, Kay straddled my stiffened member
and was
fully impaled. I was astonished at how wet and open she was.



"I just get so hot reading that stuff." she cooed
as she gyrated on my
buried shaft.


By now I was with her and was thrusting my hips upward. She
had her arms
around my neck as she leaned into me. We quickly moved to
a frantic
pace. Kay's tight pussy was doing what it has done so
many times. It
was bringing me off in a moment of rapture just as she came.
Her warm
juice flowed over my balls as I pumped a load of pearly liquid
deep
inside her.


Kay collapsed on my chest after we finished and spoke only
after we
caught our breaths.


"Do you think you could do that to me if some other guy
had just done
the same thing?" she asked propping herself up.


My dwindling cock was still buried in her freshly filled
cavern. I
suppose I should have been completely confused by her question.

Instead, I remembered something I had read in the "Subtle
Hints" section of Kay's book. I presumed this to be her idea
of a subtle hint,
although it clearly lacked delicacy.


"I could do this to you anytime, anywhere, under any
conditions." I told
her with a smile. I purposely avoided mentioning anything
about any
other guys and didn't tell her how her question had
caused my still
shrinking cock to stir a bit. "What got you so fired
up?" I added.


Kay paused a moment and looked directly at me. "I don't
know exactly. I
was reading a story about some guy fucking his wife just
after their
neighbor had screwed her. Something in it just flipped
my switch and I
got hot."

"Well, if it has this effect on you, keep reading!"
I told her cheerily.




Kay got up after my limp tool plopped out of her, cleaned
herself up,
dressed, and went back to the computer. I cleaned up and
watched the
rest of the game. By the way, the Dodgers won.


After the game I could see Kay was still engrossed in some
words
displayed on the CRT. I stood behind her and playfully grabbed
her tits
while she continued reading.


"What are you reading?" I inquired. It was apparent
Kay's nipples were
rock hard and it wasn't because I was playing with them.



"Oh....just a story about some lady screwing her
husband after some
bartender just had her." Kay voice seemed husky.



I didn't say anything. I left her alone, went back to
my recliner, and
lay back as if to take a short nap. Kay was still visible from
the
corner of my eye. She had presumed me to be sleeping.


Kay had opened yet another story and appeared restless.
Her eyes were
still glued to the monitor. Her right hand was operating
the ‘page
down' button and her left hand had disappeared in her
shorts,
apparently manipulating a much different button. Her
breathing had
become heavy and irregular.


After a while I noticed she wasn't paging down anymore
and had leaned
back in the computer chair. Her top was pulled up and her
right breast
was exposed. She was rolling her ripened nipple between
her thumb and
forefinger. The hand movement in her shorts became more
pronounced.
Then I heard Kay's muffled squeal as she brought herself
off.


My eyes were safely closed when she turned off the computer
and got up.
I remained in the recliner for another hour or so, never
really falling
asleep. The whole time I was wondering why Kay had gotten
so worked up.
Was it from simply reading about people fucking or was she
identifying
with the slut in the story? Considering her hidden ‘handbook',
I
presumed it was the latter.


The next afternoon was Sunday. Kay was doing laundry and
watching some
‘chick flic' on Lifetime. I was on the computer, going
over some files
from work, when I noticed a messenger icon blinking on the
toolbar. I
didn't acknowledge it, but it was Vince announcing
his presence.


Kay was thoroughly engrossed in the movie, so I brought
up the log to
see if any of Kay's chat that might still be in memory.
I found chats
with ‘Almond', ‘Stone', and ‘Lincoln Stiles'.
I had no idea who
‘Almond', ‘Stone', or the person with the aristocratic
sounding handle
might be.


After a bit of reading I deciphered the handle ‘Almond'
to be Vince. I
was convinced ‘Lincoln Stiles' was the gentleman
who had danced with
Kay. I couldn't figure out who ‘Stone' was. I concluded
Lincoln Stiles
was an actual name as he was usually referred to as ‘Linc'.
In any
case, Kay had very steamy and suggestive chats with all
three of them
at various times.


There were suggestions about a possible meeting in the
chats with Vince
and Linc. They both made it a point to let Kay know where they
would be
on different occasions. Kay's responses didn't
say ‘yes', but they
didn't say ‘no' either.


The chats with ‘Stone' were downright lewd. ‘Stone'
even wanted to know
if Kay shaved her pussy. Kay wasn't shy about telling
him she wasn't
opposed to the idea if he really wanted her to. It was nothing
more
than chat. Kay still had neatly trimmed brown curls.


I made it a point to monitor Kay's chat logs for a while
after that.
Sometimes she deleted them and sometimes she didn't.
This went on for a
couple of weeks. Then I found a particularly interesting
one involving
Mr. Lincoln Stiles.


Linc suggested he and Kay meet on Thursday evening for a
drink and some
stimulating conversation. Kay had responded that she
would try to get
away for a while and meet with him. She knew I usually went
straight to
the golf course after work on Thursdays and would usually
stick around
with the guys until rather late in the evening. It can be
as late as
1:00AM before I get home.


Torn between skipping golf to do some spying and trusting
that Kay
wasn't up to anything yet, I went to the golf course.
After all, the
‘handbook' had advised Kay to make me think it was my
idea. So far that
hadn't occurred. I did however call the house a few
times from the
course. No answer. Hmmmm.


I didn't stay for the traditional brews after the game.
Instead, I threw
my clubs in the trunk and went straight home. Kay's
car wasn't in the
garage. Again....Hmmmm.


My first stop was the kitchen. I erased the caller ID's
from the phone.
No one would know I had called six times. I grabbed a beer
out of the
fridge and wandered into the bedroom. I thought I might
find some clue
as to what she had worn. What I found was Kay's ‘handbook'
lying on the
dresser.


Had Kay carelessly forgotten to tuck it away before leaving?
Had she
left it out intentionally, perhaps to provoke some acknowledgement
from
me?


It was only 9:00PM. I sat in the living room with the pamphlet
on my lap
and a beer in my hand; waiting for Kay's return. I had
decided to
confront her on the issue even though all my evidence was

circumstantial. I stripped to my briefs and waited for
five beers. That
translates to about 3 hours.


Around midnight Kay pulled into the garage and I heard her
key in the
lock. One key - About $2.50 One car - About $25, 000.00 The
look on
Kay's face - PRICELESS


"What are you doing here?" Those were the shocked
words from Kay's
mouth. She stood like a statue by the door. She was dressed
very neatly
in a colorful print blouse, short black skirt, and low heels.



"Just hanging out, having a beer." I said with
a shrug. "Where have you
been?"

Oh....I went out for a couple of drinks..." Kay was
stumbling on her
words. "....with a girlfriend." she added
clumsily.


Kay's a lousy liar. Our usual greeting is a kiss and
hug, but Kay
scurried off to the bathroom saying, "I'll be
right back. I really have
to pee!"

I wasn't mad. I even believed the part about going out
for a couple of
drinks. The girlfriend part however, wasn't too convincing.
In the few
seconds I had seen Kay since her arrival I had given her a
thorough
once over. She looked normal. I suppose I was expecting
something
different, something out of place. Perhaps I was reading
too much into
her mysterious disappearance that evening, or perhaps,
I simply didn't
know what to expect.


Knowing one's mate is not an exact science, it's
more of an art. I was
certain behind-the-back cheating was not Kay's style.
She had never
given me reason to question her faithfulness.


When Kay retuned to the living room a few minutes later,
she had slipped
into a long, loose-fitting nightgown. Although she had
brushed her
teeth, there was still a trace of alcohol on her breath and
she was
still, for lack of a better word, tipsy. The ‘handbook'
was on my lap
and opened to the chapter on "Getting Hubby Into The
Game".


Kay gave me a quick kiss and curled her bare feet beneath
her on the
opposite end of the couch. She had a sheepish, embarrassed
look about
her when she realized I had her booklet.


"Where did you find that?" she asked.


"It was lying on the dresser when I got home."
I told her.


There was a period of silence. We both had something to say.
It was a
matter of who was going to go first. I could tell from her
expression
she realized she had forgotten to put it away and now she
was ‘caught
with the goods'.


"Is this something you want to do?" I asked with
genuine curiosity. I
closed the booklet and lightly tossed it on the coffee table.



"I don't think I could do that." Kay said,
sounding quite sincere. "I
found that silly thing in the ladies room at the Lion's
Den. It seemed
bizarre and I just picked it up and put it in my purse."
She sounded a
little defensive.


"Well....It looks like it's been read a lot."
I said slowly. I was
delicately trying to keep her off the defense and find out
what was
really going on with her. "And I know you've been
fascinated with those
stories on the internet lately. Am I getting the wrong idea?"


Kay was staring down at the booklet, then raised her eyes
and looked
straight at me. She paused and took a deep breath before
answering.
"I'd never do anything to hurt you, but...."
She took another deep
breath. "I just get this odd feeling I can't control
when I think about
having someone else and then having you. I don't know
how to explain
it."

"Sounds like you want to try having your cake and eating
it too!" I said
with a chuckle, trying to make light of it and further ease
any
tension.


Her mood lightened. "I guess you could say that, but
it's really just a
bunch of fantasy."

I knew Kay's past well. She had a conservative upbringing
and hadn't
been around the block too many times before she met me. Sexually,
she
was very conventional during our early days. Over the years
she has
loosened up quite a bit and isn't afraid to try anything
once, at least
with me.


"Suppose I told you it would be alright to experiment
with some of your
fantasies?" I queried cautiously. I was thinking
about how hard she
fucked me after she finished reading those stories and
how wet she'd be
when we came home after some stranger had admired her body
during our
outings. After all, I would ultimately reap the benefit
of anything
that flipped Kay's switch.


Kay cocked her head to one side and her bright eyes were the
size of
saucers.


"What?" she exclaimed.


"What if I said you could try it sometime?" I
asked, nearly repeating my
original question.


The puzzled look on Kay's face remained and she appeared
to be trying to
read my mind.


"Are you serious?" she inquired with a wrinkled
brow.


I knew I was taking one helluva gamble, but answered slowly.
"Yes. I'm
serious."

Kay leaned over and gave me a sift kiss. The top of her nightie
fell
open and her creamy mounds were partially in view. I found
myself
imagining her uncovered breasts being admired and handled
by someone
else. It created a stir in my loins. I hadn't told her
how her fantasy
affected me. I too was filled with an odd, inexplicable
feeling I
couldn't seem to help.


"I'm not sure if I could really do it." Kay
said quietly. "But I guess
I've been tempted a time or two."

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that. "How
so?"

Kay began to speak cautiously once more. "Since we're
being so open I
guess I should confess a couple of things. I've been
chatting with some
guys on the computer. They're not all strangers. You
even know who a
couple of them are."

"Who?" I asked. Of course I already knew about
some of her instant
messaging escapades, but decided it was better not to mention
it.


"Do you remember the young guy at the Lion's Den?
Vince? The one I was
playing the video game with?"

I nodded a ‘yes'.


"Well....he's one of them. And then there was
that older man I danced
with when we went out to dinner that one night. His name is
Linc." Then
she drew a very deep breath. "That's where I was
tonight. I wasn't out
with a girlfriend. I went to meet him."

"What for?" I blurted out.


"Don't worry. He didn't screw me!"
Kay said quickly. "I just went to
talk to him in person. He's such a gentleman."


"Is he someone you want to screw you?" I asked
bluntly.


Kay paused, looking directly at me again. "I guess
there are several
guys I'd like to try....but yes....Linc would be one
of them."

I was surprised to say the least. Linc was considerably
older than
either of us.


"He's just so classy." Kay continued.
"I know he's fifty-two, but he's a
nice guy. His wife passed away a few years ago and I suppose
he's
lonely. Anyway, I met him at a club on the north side of town.
We had a
couple of drinks, talked a lot, and danced a few times."


Thinking back, I remembered how Kay had cozied up to him
rather quickly
that night.


"Would you be upset if I did anything with him?"
she asked.


"I guess not. If he's the one you want to try, I
suppose I can deal with
it." I replied.


"Well....I guess we already did a little bit."
Kay said very pensively.


My eyebrows raised and it was my turn to have wide eyes. "Like
what?"
The shock in my voice must have been apparent.


"Relax! We didn't have sex!" Kay said promptly.
"But I let him kiss me
on the dance floor. Then we just kept getting friendlier.
We made out
some in the booth and he asked to come to his place several
times. I
kept telling him I couldn't and he said he understood.
He seemed really
disappointed every time I declined, but we'd always
get back to
necking."

I found myself thirsting for every slight detail of what
had transpired.
"Define necking." I said.


"Are you sure you want to go into this?" Kay asked.



"You said you didn't have sex. I just want to know
what all happened. I
mean, I just gave you permission to screw the guy if you want.
It seems
to me I have the right to know everything." I told her.



"OK. I guess you're right." Kay agreed.
"Maybe necking wasn't the right
word. It was more like petting. We kissed a lot and then he
put his
hand on my breast a couple times. I pushed it away each time,
but we
kept kissing. We were getting pretty hot and finally when
he tried for
a feel, I didn't stop him. When we broke apart again,
he asked me again
if I would come home with him. I told him I had to be getting
home. He
looked sad, but I just couldn't go with him. I hope won't
be angry, but
I wanted to."

"So then you left?"

"Not right away. He had a terrible hard on."
Kay giggled. "We finished a
drink and he settled down before he walked me to the car.
But when we
got to the car it started all over again. We started kissing
and he had
his hand on my breasts. I could feel his woody pressed against
me. It
seemed so unfair to leave him like that. I don't know
what came over
me, but I told him to get in the car with me."

At that moment I was thinking Linc wasn't the only one
with a chubby. My
own cock was twitching and growing.


"As soon as we got in, we were at it again. Kissing hotly
and his hands
were on me again. I reached down and felt his erection through
his
slacks and unbuckled his belt. I started to pull away when
he started
unbuttoning my blouse, but I was pretty hot myself. He got
my blouse
open and began to unfasten my bra while I unzipped him. Then
he pushed
me against the back of the seat and shoved my bra up. As soon
as he got
his mouth on my nipples I couldn't seem to move. The
next thing I knew
he had a hand up my skirt."

I was getting hot myself, but was wondering where this was
leading. Kay
did say they didn't have sex, didn't she?


"I was trying to squirm away, but Linc got his hand
inside the crotch of
my panties. I was incredibly wet and as soon as he touched
my clit I
froze. He pushed my panties further to the side and slipped
a finger in
me. Between the way he was lightly biting my nipples, rubbing
my clit,
and fingering me I was powerless. A few seconds later I felt
it
happening. I tried to be quiet, but couldn't. I squealed
loud and
came!"

A warm flush came over me as I listened to how this old guy
had gotten
my wife off. I could see Kay was fidgeting as she talked.
She was
probably almost as hot now as she was then.


"After I came, Linc pulled his slacks and briefs down.
His cock was
standing straight up. Then he leaned back over to me and
his hand went
up my skirt again. He had the waistband of my panties in his
grasp and
started tugging. I knew what was going to happen next. It
took every
ounce of mental strength I had, but I squeezed my legs together
and
told him I just couldn't. He looked up at me. I guess
he was surprised,
but I really think he understood my predicament."


‘Maybe he didn't screw her after all', I was thinking.



"His hand was still on my thigh. He moaned when I reached
under his arms
and took hold of him. His beautiful seven-inch cock was
so hard and so
hot to the touch! He settled back in the seat and I began stroking
him.
I leaned over, placing my lips on his thick head, and flicked
away his
precum. It was his turn to be powerless. He was very still
in the seat
as I started squeezing his tight balls and taking him further
in my
mouth. I could hear his moans getting louder and his breath
got
shallow."

I had a fairly good idea where her story was going to end.
It was all I
could do to keep from cumming myself when I envisioned Linc's
cock
gliding between Kay's expert lips.


"Then it happened. Linc stiffened and arched up in
the seat. I felt his
balls get even tighter and his cock jerked violently. I
was surprised
at how hard that first splash felt when he started cumming.
It was
tough keeping up with him and finally I couldn't. I
pulled my mouth
away from him. Some of his stuff squirted on my blouse and
on his
shirt. I don't know if he cums that much all the time
or if he just
hadn't had any in a long time."

Neither of us could wait any longer. I started tugging at
Kay's nightie
and she pulled off my briefs. Kay pushed me back on the couch
and
practically jumped on top of me. In another second she was
guiding into
her sopping gash and impaling herself. We didn't last
very long. Soon
Kay's inner muscles were tightening and my cock was
filling her with
what she had so wanted from Linc.


Kay looked down at me with a grin after we settled down a bit.



"I guess you're going to be alright with this."
she said with a sheepish
smile.


"So why didn't you go ahead and fuck him?"
I asked.


Kay chuckled and nodded her head toward the ‘handbook'
on the coffee
table. "I couldn't. It's against the rules.
Hubby has to be in the
game. Remember?"

I had to chuckle too.


Before turning in that night I went to the bathroom. While
there, I
couldn't resist the urge to check Kay's discarded
clothing. Her panties
were indeed still damp from her exploits and sure enough,
there were
the couple of stains Linc had left on her blouse. I had to
laugh to
myself when I thought about another famous stain.


I was groggy the next day at work and consumed with thoughts
of all that
Kay had confided in me. Since Kay and Linc had only gotten
each other
off, it seemed that technically, they hadn't had sex.
Eventually that
Friday passed and I was about to leave work. I was tempted
not to
answer the phone that rang just as I was leaving. It was Kay.



"Would you mind if I don't join you guys after
work tonight? I know we
always go out on Friday's, but something's come
up."

"Is something wrong?" I inquired.


"No. I just wanted to go do something." she said.



"Does this have anything to do with last night?"
I asked.


"Well....yes and no." she paused. "I
mean....well....yes. I thought
I....oh hell....I was going to meet Vince at that new bar,
Barney's, on
Oak Street." She started talking very rapidly. "Don't
worry. I don't
think anything will happen. He's kinda young. We'll
probably just talk
and play some of those silly games he likes. Do you mind?
Would you
rather I come over to the Lion's Den with everyone?
Or would you rather
I go see Vince?"

Now I was getting it. If I told her I'd rather she went
to see Vince
then it would be just like the ‘handbook' advised.
"Make him think it
was his idea."

"Uh. If you want to go somewhere else tonight, it's
OK with me." I told
her.


"Are you sure?" came her response.


"Sure. It's fine."

"OK!" she sounded excited. "I won't
be too late. I love you! Bye!"

"I love you too!"

Kay's whereabouts and activities were on my mind the
whole evening. All
day I had presumed Linc would be the one to eventually initiate
Kay
into the unusual realm described in the pamphlet. Linc
would be an
attentive and gentle lover. They would lie in bed talking
for an hour
or two after their first tryst. Perhaps he would take her
once more
before she left. He would even be very understanding if
Kay changed her
mind and couldn't finish what she started.


Now I was imagining this younger fellow ravaging her. Kay
would spread
her legs so willingly for him; elated that such a youngster
would be
attracted to her. In his impatient youthfulness he would
plunge into
her quickly and pound her like a lusty animal. Unlike Linc,
he would be
erect again fifteen minutes after having her. He wouldn't
be satisfied
until he had her four or five times.


I made the appropriate excuses for Kay's absence that
Friday and
probably seemed rather distant to our friends. My head
was elsewhere
all evening. It was about 11:00PM when I made it home that
night. Kay
wasn't there yet, but there was a message on the machine.
It was time
stamped 8:32PM.


"Hi hon! It's me! I just wanted to let you know
I'm OK. I'm at Barney's
with Vince. We're just playing some kind of trivia
game at the bar.
Just so you know, nothing's really happening. I love
you." Beep.


Stripping to my briefs as I normally do, I plopped my ass
in my usual
spot on the couch. The ‘handbook' was still lying on
the table and I
picked it up. Thumbing through it I surmised that Kay had
followed it
to a tee. Over the past months she had dressed provocatively,
flirted
as required, dropped the requisite hints, and even gotten
me into the
game.


Being tired from the scant amount of sleep I had the previous
night, I
dozed off on the couch for an hour or so. A sound outside awoke
me. I
thought it was Kay returning. It wasn't. Just before
I drifted off
again, I heard another sound. This time it was Kay. I looked
at the
clock. It was about 12:30.


"You've been sleeping haven't you?"
Kay chided lovingly as she entered.


"Yeah. I guess I dozed off for a while." I said
sleepily, but was
awakening quickly as I wondered what might have happened
with Kay.
"So....how was your evening?" I asked.


Kay came over and gave me a tequila flavored kiss. She walked
over to
the chair across from me and kicked off her shoes as she sat.
Exhaling,
she said, "I guess being a slut is tougher than it seems."
she said
whimsically.


"How's that?" My curiosity was aroused.
For whatever reason, I noticed
she wasn't wearing her rings.


"I've had a very busy night." she stated.



That led me to presume Vince had been the horny little devil
I imagined
and had worn Kay out.


Kay curled her feet up under her and put her hands behind
her head. "I
think I'll leave the young guys alone from now on."


I was looking at Kay intently. She had worn a tank top and
denim shorts.
Plainly, she was braless. There was no doubt she had dressed
to get
Vince's attention. Her statement further convinced
me she had just been
done in by an extremely virile young dick.


"Did he wear you out?" I joked.


Kay laughed out loud. "Hell no!"

Now I was starting to think Kay wore Vince out. "What
happened?"

"He showed up at Barney's about 6:30. He seemed
awfully happy I was
actually there, but I think he was a little nervous at first.
He was
stumbling over himself to make conversation, but wasn't
very
interesting. After a couple of drinks he calmed down and
we started
playing a game at the bar. It was some sort of trivia thing
and you
could pick different topics. He must have fed four rolls
of quarters
into that thing!"

This was beginning to sound like it was going to be very boring.
I
didn't care about their video games.


"After a while we started picking sex as our topic.
We both relaxed
after that and I was actually having a good time. I kept leaning
over
to make sure he got a good look at my tits. He didn't disappoint
me. I
could feel my nipples getting hard just from his stare.
I knew what he
wanted to do with them, but I guess he's a little shyer
than I thought.
I was nursing margaritas, but he was pounding down the beers.
He
probably had four or five beers in him before he finally
kissed me.
Believe me, I had given him plenty of chances."

I could actually relate to his predicament. I was somewhat
shy when I
was younger too and afraid of being shot down.


"I took my rings off when I went to the bathroom. I thought
that might
make things easier for him. We played that silly video game
until about
11:00. I had given a number of signals. I even kept my hand
on his leg
a lot and ‘accidentally' touched his hard on a couple
of times. He
touched my tits a few times, but nothing direct. He would
let his hand
rub against them whenever he'd put an arm around me.
I lost track of
how much beer he had in him, but he finally asked if I would
like to go
somewhere ‘more comfortable'."

I could see this poor young stud trying to act mature beyond
his years.


"He seemed to have a little stagger to his walk when
we left. I asked if
he wanted me to drive and he agreed. Vince was a lot more comfortable

and bolder after we left. He kept his arm around me as we walked
to the
car and we kissed heavily before getting in. That's
when he took his
first good feel. He didn't seem too shy anymore. I could
feel his hard
bulge pressing against me."

‘Now we're getting to the good stuff' I thought
to myself. My own cock
was even beginning to twitch.


"His apartment was only a few blocks from the bar and
he was all over me
as soon as we got in the door. His hand was inside my top and
he was
squeezing my breasts. I was getting hot and so was he. He
started
pulling my top up and I raised my arms for him to take it off.
Then I
was hurriedly tugging at his tee-shirt. I got hotter when
I saw his
lean, muscular chest. He pulled me toward him and he felt
so warm when
my breasts pressed into him."

I'm sure he could barely contain himself once he got
Kay's top off.


"When we broke apart he took my hand and we almost raced
to his bedroom.
His queen-sized bed wasn't made and I wondered how
many of his younger
girlfriends he had screwed right there. We kissed and exchanged
tongues
deeply for a moment, and then he unfastened my shorts while
I undid
his. We quickly shimmied out of the rest of our clothes and
his hard
cock sprang out. Geez! He has a nice cock! We quickly hopped
on the bed
and Vince rolled on top of me when I laid back. We kissed some
more
and...." Kay's words trailed off for a moment.



"Are you still here?" I asked.


"Sorry. It's just that he was all over me. He was
squeezing and sucking
my breasts. His hands were roaming over my legs and for the
first time
he touched my pussy. That's when a dose of reality struck
me. I had to
admit I was a little nervous myself. I knew you'd said
it was OK, but
still, I was about to let some young guy I'm not married
to fuck me. I
could feel his finger running along my crease and then it
was in me,
but I guess I needed to work up a little more nerve. I scooted
out from
under him and pushed him over on his back."

I found something strangely comforting in her sudden case
of
apprehension.


"His engorged cock was sticking straight up. He's
about the same size as
Linc, but thinner and even more solid. Vince laid his head
back on the
pillow and moaned when I ran my hand along his shaft and squeezed
his
sack. The tip of his cock was wet from his precum. I rubbed
the
moisture around his head with my finger and then took him
in my mouth.
I could feel his hand rubbing my back as I sucked him. Then
he stopped
rubbing me and I could hear him breathing excitedly."


I was thinking how lucky Vince was. I doubted if any of his
younger
ladies had Kay's experience or expertise. The way
she could swirl her
tongue around the head of a penis was nothing short of miraculous.



"I didn't really want to finish him off, but knew
it was too late. His
balls were tightening and his body seized up. I started
stroking him
rapidly and prepared myself to swallow. I could hear the
guttural sound
from his throat and he let loose. I guess I had forgotten
how
vehemently young guys cum, but I managed to take his entire
load. He
was smiling when I let go of him and looked up. I scooted up
beside
him. He put his arm around me and kissed my cheek."


"I know just how good it felt for him." I interjected.
Then her
narrative took a sharp turn.


"Well...that's about all that happened."


I was confused. I was sitting on the couch with a stiff cock
of my own;
waiting to hear how this young stud fucked Kay's brains
out. "What do
you mean, that's about all that happened?"


"I was gently running my fingers across his chest,
waiting for him to
move on to the next step. Instead, the stupid little jerk
went to
sleep! Or maybe he just passed out! I don't know! I tried
to wake him,
but he started snoring! I laid there for about half an hour,
but it was
useless. I got up, dressed, and left. The dumbshit is probably
still
laying over there snoring!"

The end of Kay's tale had brought us both to a ‘soft'
landing. Neither
of us was horny anymore. We wound up going to bed and going
to sleep
that night.


So far this whole thing wasn't going the way either
of us expected. The
‘handbook' had been followed to the letter.


Life went on quite normally for another couple weeks or
so. Kay and I
would occasionally make joking references to "The
Slut Wife's Handbook" and the fact that the only thing she had achieved was to give
a of
couple guys a blowjob. I even joked with her, telling her
they should
rename the book "How To Get A Blowjob" and pass
it out to guys!


I checked her messaging whenever I got the chance. I supposed
she had
gotten more cautious about deleting her chats. I didn't
find anymore
for a while. Then, one Saturday while Kay was at a yard sale,
I struck
gold. There was a long string of text to and from ‘Stone'.
She was
telling him about shoving a 12" dildo in her cunt and
getting herself
off. He was telling her how hard he was cumming as she wriggled
on the
huge device.


From the way their chat went, I was convinced they were having
cybersex
at the very least. Kay had a nice, vibrating dildo, but it
was more
like 8'", not 12". For some reason, I seriously
doubted ‘Stone's' cock
was the ten inches he would always describe to Kay. He was
still asking
Kay about shaving her pussy and she was still telling him
she'd do it
for him sometime.


I bailed out of her messages when I heard her return. She
had never
mentioned anything about her cyber-friend ‘Stone'
and I couldn't ask
without revealing my secret snooping.


On we went till the next Friday. That's when something
happened. To this
day we refer to it as ‘The Famous Friday Incident'.
It was almost like
déjà vu all over again. Kay called right before I left work.
She wanted
us both to skip the Lion's Den tonight and meet at home.



"How come?" I asked. "Is something wrong?"


"No. I'm just horny!" she giggled.


That got my attention. "OK. I'm on the way."


"I'm on the way too! Bye!"

Kay's car wasn't in the garage when I arrived.
That struck me as odd.
She works much closer to home I do. She always beat me home.
I changed
into a pair of shorts and went to the bathroom. While washing
my hands
I noticed Kay's Lady Remington lying on the counter.



I snatched a cold one from the fridge and went to the living
room. I had
taken no more than a sip or two when I heard Kay pull in. She
came in
wearing her sexy, short, yellow sundress and sandals.
Surely this
wasn't what she had worn to work!


Kay gave me a quick kiss and took my hand. My nostrils flared
when the
distinct musky scent of sex permeated them. She pulled
me up, dragging
me toward the bedroom. I didn't struggle and my cock
was inflating
rapidly.


"Now. Stand still." Kay urged. She unfastened
my shorts and pulled them
down, freeing my swelling member. She pushed on me lightly
until I sat
on the edge of the bed.


"What's gotten into you?" I asked while
Kay quickly kicked off her
sandals and stripped out of her dress.


I could see the pronounced wetness on her skimpy bikini
panty before she
peeled it away.


"You mean who, don't you?" She was beaming.



I had already gotten the picture. I scrutinized Kay's
lithe body. The
tips of her breasts were enlarged and her nipples were rigid.
My eyes
quickly roamed down to her now bare pubis.


Immediately my mind flashed to the messages from ‘Stone'.
I knew he had
a fixation on shaved pussies, along with a lot of other things.
Based
on his crude messages I had pictured him to be a psycho cross
between
Marquis de Sade and Dracula. For a few seconds I could see
some
anonymous cocksman ripping Kay's clothes off and
brutally possessing
her. I saw her struggling to resist, but being unable control
her own
wanton lust, she succumbed.


I reached out and felt the smooth flesh of Kay's apex.
The unfamiliar
texture was stimulating.


"You like?" Kay asked huskily.


"Wow!" was all I could muster as I rubbed her
barren skin and moved
toward her crease. Her outer lips were swollen and her center
was
covered with the sticky remnants of a recent encounter.



"Come on! Try it!" Kay implored and jumped on
the bed. She pulled me
over on top of her and spread her legs, drawing her knees
up. "I want
you in me NOW!"

With no foreplay, no ceremony, and no delay, Kay placed
her hand on my
rigid pole and guided me toward her oozing slit. The head
of my excited
cock nestled easily in her silky crevice. I lowered my hips
and slid
effortlessly into her stretched and abundantly lubricated
passage. The
unfamiliar sensation of my pelvis pressing into her bare
mound was
exhilarating. The exotic entry fueled my passion as well
as Kay's.


I withdrew and slammed into her. Then again. And again.
Within a few
strokes Kay began to writhe and her low, throaty moan signaled
she was
near orgasm. She locked her legs around my back and arched
her head
into the pillow. The sweet warm nectar flowed from her flooded
tunnel
with each climactic contraction.


My lunges became even stronger and my pace quickened. An
erotic storm
was swiftly festering in my loin. Every muscle in my body
tensed when
my hot seed began to travel. The bulbous head of my cock swelled
deep
in Kay's valley. My loud groan echoed through the room
when the first
spasm of climax sent a heavy jet spray into her shuddering
canal;
reclaiming my sacred territory from the as yet unnamed
intruder.


Never before had either of us cum in such tumultuous splendor
so
quickly.


Panting, I remained on top of Kay for several moments, propping
myself
on my hands and arms. My spent, but still mostly erect cock
was soaking
in a surreal mixture, surrounded by the silken walls of
Kay's most
intimate chamber. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled
up at me.


"How was that?" she queried softly.


"I'd say that was one for the record books."


I bent down to kiss Kay, withdrew slowly, and rolled beside
her. The
sheet between her legs was soaked. She rolled toward me
and threw one
leg over me. I placed an arm around her diminutive body,
cupping a
firm, but swollen, breasts in my hand.


"So....how was your day?" I asked coyly, trying
to get her talking.


"I guess you could say I had a very busy afternoon."
she grinned. "Could
I have a drink of water?" she added.


I crawled off the bed went to the kitchen to get her a glass.
When I
returned to the bedroom she was sitting upright with her
legs crossed
under her. That's when I noticed the purplish bruise
very high on her
left inner thigh.


Kay saw me eyeing it. "He got a little carried away."
she quipped.


That was my queue. "Who got a little carried away?"


I was back to imagining ‘Stone', the coarse and vulgar
hustler from
Kay's chats. Even though I knew nothing about him beyond
the words I
had seen on a screen, I had a negative impression.


Kay's face blushed and she couldn't control that
sheepish grin. Her
breasts rose as she took in a large volume of air.


"Linc!" she announced and took a quick sip of
water. She sounded like a
little girl that had just been caught performing some naughty
deed.


"I see." I said matter-of-factly. "How
did you run into Linc on a
workday?"

"He sent me a message the other day and invited me to
lunch on Friday.
He said he was off Friday afternoon and wanted to know if
I could take
the afternoon off also. I was going to tell you, but after
the last
couple of times....oh....I don't know....I just
didn't tell you.
Anyway, I made arrangements to be off this afternoon. I
changed clothes
before leaving work and met him for lunch."

That certainly explained why I got Kay's voice mail
the two times I had
tried to call her.


"We went to Michelle's for lunch and had a few
glasses of wine with our
meals. Well....you know how warm I get drinking wine. Linc
and I were
talking as if we'd known each other all our lives. He
was holding my
hand across the table and sincerely thanked me for that
night in the
car. Then he asked me if I would like to go to his place and
relax for
the rest of the day. I knew what he meant by ‘relax',
but he's such a
gentleman."

As I looked at Kay, I knew what he had meant too. I also knew
about the
effect wine had on her. She gets ‘in the mood' quickly.



"Linc was continually telling me how pretty and charming
and sexy he
found me. He said that night in the car was the first time
he'd been
with a woman in several months and he hadn't been with
anyone since.
Anyway, I followed him to his house after lunch. He has a
gorgeous home
near the country club. He's a broker and must make awfully
good money.
I was impressed with his house when he gave me a tour. He held
my hand
the whole time. His huge bedroom was the last room he showed
me. We
were standing in the doorway and I felt him give my hand an
extra
little squeeze when we looked toward his elegant mahogany
king."

I didn't need to guess the intent of his subtle squeeze,
but thought it
a very tactful way to communicate his desire. I was also
thinking how
it could have been very different with ‘Stone'. I imagined
he would
have crudely said, "Come on baby! Let's fuck!"


"I squeezed his hand back and slipped out of my sandals.
I guess he got
the message. He pulled me toward him and we kissed deeply.
Then he led
me into the room and we stopped beside the bed. I reached
up to put my
arms around his neck. We kissed again and he placed his hands
on my
buttocks and was squeezing. I could feel his bulge growing
as he
pressed against me."

My own bulge started growing again.


"Linc pulled on the hem of my dress, lifting it up slowly.
I raised my
arms as he pulled it over my head. I was standing in front
of him in my
bikinis and could feel myself getting wet. My breasts were
tingling and
he was admiring them so longingly. He reached to touch them
and then
bent forward to kiss and nibble. Somehow he made me feel
special by the
way he seemed to be worshipping my tits. His hands went gently
down my
sides he hooked his thumbs in my waistband. Then he knelt
in front of
me and pulled my panties down. I think he had the same astonished
look
you had when he saw I had shaved my pussy."

Before this evening, a shaved pussy was not something I
had given much
thought. That was forever changed. "Not to interrupt,
but why did you
shave it?"

"There's some guy I chat with on th

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Exceptionally descriptive. I enjoyed your story and especially Kay. My wife Teri has had two men during our 10+ yrs of marriage so reading your story has hit home! Thanks for sharing. Paul

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