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Rick’s Wife part 4 of 6

My friend's story

Rick's WIFE 4 (4 of 6)
I heard Linda's footsteps as she returned with William's
Scotch. I was seated on the couch, apparently alone. From the
sound of his voice, I knew William and his wife were sitting to the
left of the fireplace in our loveseat. Linda's footsteps crossed
back in front of me and stopped. Her hand took my wrist and gently
placed a full snifter in my hand. I heard her move to my right and
seat herself in a high-back chair facing the center of the room.
The couch I sat on was thus in the center, facing the fireplace.
The only sound for a minute or two was the crackling the burning
logs. The blindfold, at least so far, was reasonably comfortable.
"I often think," William suddenly began, "that we are too much
the creatures of our eyes; our other senses are just handmaidens to
vision and are given the rump-end by our brain of the world's
myriad textures and infinite contours. I daresay many people would
think nothing of taking their lives rather than facing the world
without sight. They rely on it like they rely on the sun rising
every day. They do not appreciate the more fecund "reality" of
hearing, touch, taste and smell which are more in tune with the
night than the day."
"Let us take your beautiful wife, Linda, for an example.
Linda, please stand in front of the fireplace for us. Yes, thank
you. Now, Breigha and I see her quite clearly. You, of course,
cannot. Let me describe what I see: I see a woman surrounded by
a halo of shifting yellow, orange and blue light from the fire. I
see a shiny stream of black hair on falling on her shoulders and
outlining a face of beauty. High cheekbones, rosy cheeks,
sparkling
healthy eyes, clear, open and wide, looking at you, Peter. I see
a pert nose, and full lips that are moist. From her thin neck,
her
small shoulders widen. She holds them back in a posture of
self-assurance. This is a woman not to be taken lightly, Peter,
as you are surely aware."
"I see her chest rising and falling slowly, small breasts
straining against the soft fabric of her dress. The breasts, one
might almost think, of a young girl. Even from this distance, and
in this light, one can make out the little points of her nipples,
stiffened and alive."
I shifted uncomfortably. I was now beginning to get quite
turned on.
"While it could be the fact that it is ever so slightly cool
in this room, and the fire is to her back accentuating the
difference in temperature, I would attribute your wife's erect
nipples to arousal and to the fact that she knows that I am going
to fuck her. No, please Linda, leave your arms at your sides.
That's better. Now, Peter, please tell me. Can you see what I
have described? Can you see your wife displayed before the three
of us in your mind's eye?"
I could. I could see her as if the blindfold were gone. As
if my eyes were fully open and unblinking. "Yes," I said. "Your
point?"
"Simply that perception of the world can be clear, convincing
and real whether it comes to us through the eyes, the ears, or some
other way. A case in point: a man hears his wife describe her
infidelity in graphic detail. She describes an illicit sexual
encounter she entered into for the purpose of his and her sexual
arousal. Do you honestly believe that had he been there and
actually watched, the intensity of the perception of the infidelity
would have been greater than what his own mind and imagination
actually created out of a few simple words? Yes, Linda told me of
your little adventure. I was very impressed. Well?"
"No, not necessarily. On the other hand, I'm aroused by the
sight of my wife, by the sight of other beautiful women, by the
sight of graphic sexual images and so on," I said. "Perhaps we put
too much stock in our eyes, but they're still a fundamental part of
who we are."
"Yes. Yes, exactly! A fundamental PART of who we are. But
still only a part of our life and of our sexuality. Well, I'm
being pedantic and boring here. I believe in teaching by example
and by experience. It tends to stick to the ribs, so to speak,
better than a lecture," he said. Suddenly, in a very firm voice,
"Linda, come over here to me."
I heard the rustle of her dress as she moved to him.
"Kneel down between my legs. That's good."
There was silence for nearly a minute, maybe longer (my sense
of time had taken a leave of absence). I could hear the nearly
inaudible sounds of a camera shutter.
"Ah, very nice. Now I want you to go over to Peter and kiss
him exactly as I just kissed you."
I heard her move to me and kneel between my legs. Her hands
moved to the tops of my thighs and she leaned close to my face.
Her lips touched mine gently. They were wet and warm. Slowly,
insistently, her tongue entered my mouth, swirled softly between my
lips and teeth, then went deep into the center. It mingled with my
tongue, entwined, penetrated, retreated, penetrated again. I
followed it back out into her mouth and tasted its sweetness. I
felt her lift her right hand, and one of her fingers gently touched
the corner between our pressed lips, then smoothly entered into the
warm double cavity formed by our locked mouths. It probed my
mouth, the space between my cheek and teeth, then retreated into
hers with both our tongues, almost like a third small tongue. The
taste of her finger was slightly salty, and I wondered what it felt
like to probe our mouths and tongues, even as the kiss went on. It
was strange and exciting to have this unfamiliar third thing become
a
part of our kiss. I was perfectly aware that William had just
kissed
Linda in exactly this same way. Slowly, she pulled away. I wanted
more and I was hard as a rock.
"Come back to me now, Linda," William said. "Take off your
dress. Leave your panties, the necklace and the heels on."
I could "see" every movement as my wife stripped before this
man. There was a final rustle as the dress was discarded.
"You are very beautiful, Linda. Any man in his right mind
would love to know you better, would love to do what I am going to
do tonight. Turn around, slowly. Yes, very nice. Now tell me
something. Do you love your husband?"
"Yes, with all my heart."
"Of course you do. How does it feel to stand in front of me
like this, with your husband sitting only feet away? We can both
see his erection from here. He is excited knowing that you are
exposed, and that I am in control. How does all this make you
feel? Are you aroused, Linda?"
"Yes."
"Come here and kneel down. Now give me your hand. There,
gently, just run your nails up and down it's length. Find the head
with the tips of your fingers; use your fingers and hand to try to
imagine what it will look like outside my pants. Is my cock larger
than your husband's?"
"Yes."
"Speak the entire sentence, Linda."
Hesitatingly, "Your cock is larger than my husband's."
"We men are so preoccupied with things like this, aren't we?
Of course that was rhetorical; you needn't answer."
"Peter," he continued, "your wife is kneeling in front of me
in a skimpy pair of yellow panties and her heels, stroking my
erection. Even through my pants, I can feel how cool her palms and
fingers are." There was silence for a minute or two. Then, "I
think it's time we took it out, Linda. Here, let me help you."
My hand wandered to my crotch, pressed hard against my aching
cock, then moved away. Okay, so I was beginning to get his point.
"Yes, that's much better. Do you want to make love to me,
Linda, and do you want me to make love to you?"
Silence.
"Linda?"
Finally, almost inaudibly, "yes."
"Say the words. Words, you know, are a kind of action. A
very powerful kind of action."
"I want to make love to you and I want you to make love to
me."
"Don't stop stroking it. I want to taste you, Linda. Use
your left hand, put two fingers inside of you, and put them to my
lips."
I was starting to get so turned on, I was having a hard time
sitting still.
"Delicious. Sweet. A honeysuckle cunt."
"Breigha, sweetheart, I think it's time that we move to the
next level. Would you be so kind as to help Peter up and bring him
here? Don't stop what you're doing, Linda. With your left hand,
though, make an "O" with your thumb and forefinger around the base
of the tip. Good. Now as you stroke up its length with your right
hand, squeeze the tip with the ring you've formed in your left,
then relax it as your right hand returns to the base. Yes! That's
good. I know it's hard to get your fingers all the way around it,
but you're doing fine."
I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder. I stood, and was guided
to the left where Linda knelt between William's legs. As my
forward motion was stopped, one hand suddenly dropped from my
shoulder to my crotch and firmly but gently squeezed my penis.
After William's graphic descriptions and with little tactile
stimulation, the squeeze was heavenly.
"Breigha is naughty, sometimes. I see she wants to get more
involved tonight. We'll see, darling. Now, Peter, will you please
kneel behind your wife?"
My hands were placed on Linda's warm, naked shoulders, and I
knelt down behind her.
"Good. Now spread your knees and scoot up close to her, so
there's no space between your groin and her buttocks."
I did so. Through my hands on her shoulders, I could feel a
rhythmic motion of Linda's arms. My knees brushed what I sensed to
be William's spread feet, and I jerked them closer and tightly to
Linda. Still sitting on my heels, my cock was pressed firmly
against Linda's backside through my trousers.
"Are we all comfy? What a cozy little scene! Linda, you may
stop working my cock. Now lean back against your husband with your
head on his shoulder, raise your arms and place your hands on both
sides of Peter's head. That's it. Peter, Breigha and I would very
much like to see you caress your wife's breasts. Breigha, would
you kneel to the side of me and continue where Linda left off?"
As Linda complied, the position we were in forced her to arch
the center of her back forward, presenting her breasts in a graphic
manner. I dropped my hands, reached around her, and cupped her
warm
tits. Then, with the middle three fingers on each hand, I massaged
each
breast in a circular fashion, moving from the sides to the center,
and
around the erect nipples. I grasped each nipple between thumb and
forefinger and gently pulled them outward, then rolled them between
my fingers carefully, like soft grapes. Releasing them, I opened
my
hands, placed them over her nipples so they just lightly brushed
the
center of my palms, and made a circular motion, gently rubbing the
very tips. Linda was breathing deeply and irregularly.
"Nipples were meant to be suckled. If you would be so kind as
to present them for me, Peter, I believe I will indulge myself."
Once again I cupped her breasts from the sides, squeezing them
slightly so the nipples stood out, and waited. I sensed motion as
he leaned forward and felt warm breath near my hands. I felt his
mouth close over the tip of Linda's left breast. A low moan came
from deep in Linda's belly. Her hands were moving through my hair
and over my ears and face. The mouth moved to the right breast.
Once again, I could feel the gentle, rhythmic tug of his lips
through her breast.
The motion stopped and I sensed him lean back. I ran my
fingers again over her now wet nipples and pinched them gently.
My cock was so hard, I thought I would explode.
"Taste is a little appreciated sense when it comes to the
erotic. Since I've already tasted your wife's sex, as well as her
nipples, I'd like you and Breigha to taste her now, Peter. Being
a gentleman, I know you'd insist on Breigha going first. Please
use two of your fingers and pass them on to my wife."
I dropped my right hand down Linda's belly, then worked them
under the elastic band of her panties. Moving through her downy
pubic hair, I circled my forefinger and middle finger down, then up
into my wife's cunt. She was absolutely drenched. Linda's body
shivered as I withdrew my fingers, deliberately rubbing them
against her clitoris.
I raised my fingers from my wife's crotch, and a small hand
gently grasped my wrist and held it still. Soft and deliciously
warm lips, almost like a cunt, encircled my fingers all the way to
their base. Breigha's tongue swirled around and between them, and
her mouth sucked insistently all the way up their length. All too
soon the lips retreated and were gone. My hand was released.
"Your turn, Peter."
I repeated the ritual, this time pausing longer at Linda's
clitoris. She squirmed and shuddered as I teased her. I put my wet
fingers to my lips and tongue and tasted my wife. William was
right. She was, as always, delicious.
"I believe you're getting rave reviews, Linda. I think it's
time you appreciate what the three of us have enjoyed. Peter, from
the looks of how your fingers glistened, I'm sure there's plenty
left. Please assist your wife."
For the third time, I probed my wife's vagina. Raising my
fingers to Linda's lips, she opened her mouth and took them in. As
I withdrew them, her tongue darted out and licked each finger
clean.
"You may lean forward and place your hands on my cock again,
Linda. Good. Cup my balls with your left hand and gently squeeze
them each time you pump the shaft with your right. Very good. Now
Peter, since you can't see this pretty scene, I'm going to help you
appreciate it fully, and to appreciate it without your sense of
sight.
Remember your pledge of cooperation."
My heart was racing and it took every bit of discipline not to
begin dry humping my wife's ass.
"Place your hands on your wife's shoulders. Now I want you to
follow her arms down to the elbows. That's it. Now slowly move
them along her forearms to her wrists and finally to the tops of
her hands. I want you to gently grip your fingers around her's and
experience their motion. If you should accidentally touch me,
don't worry, nothing terrible will happen to you and no-one will
think you're a bad person. Essentially, I want you to "see"
your wife jack me off through your sense of touch, to have you
feel what she feels as she services another man."
As I began to comply, my mind raced and time slowed. I
fought the conflicting emotions, searching for balance and for a
harmony within myself that would let me do this, let me do this
for Linda's sake and for the sake of my own peace of mind.
To be continued…..

Rick’s Wife part 6 of 6

My friend's story

Rick's WIFE 6 (6 of 6)
"Ladies, bring Peter with you and come stand in front of me,"
William said.
We rose from the couch and moved together toward William. I
was stopped by the gentle, guiding hands. Silence for a moment or
two.
"Will you all kindly move so that Linda is in the center of
the triad you form. Linda, take your panties off, and hand them to
your husband. Now, turn around, spread your legs a bit, bend at
the waist and place your hands on your ankles. There, that's fine.
Can you spread your feet apart a bit more? Good. And can you
comfortably maintain that position for a little while?,"
"I think so," Linda replied.
"Peter, reach down with both your hands and spread your wife's
buttocks, please. Yes, just so. I do enjoy contemplating and
enjoying a woman in this position. It touches the sublimated
animal nature in a man, and is more primitive than face to face
coupling. The spiked heels, long sculpted legs rising to creamy
tight buttocks, the pink rosebud asshole, nearly hairless, topping
a small and luscious cunt. Ah, yes. The cunt. That alter of
adolescent dreams and adult passion. How much semen in our long
history has been spilled as an offering to the cunt dreams and
obsessions of young boys? And even as grown men, having just
received the satisfaction of its sacrament, how often does the
lust, desire and even pain remind us that we LACK a cunt around our
prick, or at the end of our fingers or tongue, and that, by god,
it's time to worship again?"
"Linda, you have a cunt of great beauty. If it could speak,
it would BEG to be penetrated. It would speak of probing fingers,
or of soft tongues. The small drop of honey just here…"
Linda's entire body shivered. "Oh, god…." she moaned.
"…..entwined in the soft pubic hair rising above your
clitoris, speaks plainly enough to anyone willing to listen. It
tells me that you need, you want, you must have my cock, your
husband's cock, any cock inside of you. Would you like to milk my
cock with your cunt, dear Linda?"
"Yes, yes I'd like that…"
"I know you would. Peter, give me your hand."
Holding Linda's left buttock apart with my left hand, I felt
William grasp my right hand by the wrist. He guided it down and
placed it into the cleft of my wife's open buttocks. Releasing my
wrist, he placed his hand on top of mine and moved both our hands
downward together, almost as one. As my middle finger moved along
the beginning of Linda's slit, his middle finger, resting atop
mine, suddenly pressed downward and both of our fingers penetrated
deep into Linda's vagina.
William spoke softly, close to my ear, but loud enough for all
to hear. "To share your loving wife with another man, as you share
Linda with me, is very beautiful, Peter. It bespeaks a profound
understanding that the most wonderful, the most loving
manifestation of possession is to share. And to share,
unreservedly, what we love most teaches us the gracious lesson that
we can never really "possess" another human being, that all we can
ever do is to give, and give, and then give again. It is not a
trite lesson to learn that the more we cling to things, the more
they slip away, while the more we give things up, the more they
come to us."
As he spoke, our fingers probed Linda. Together, they moved
in and out, turned about, returned, then slowly left her lubricated
cunt.
"I can see Linda is getting a bit uncomfortable. You can
stand up, dear. Peter, sit here on the couch; let me help you.
Now sit back and spread your legs. Linda, get down on your knees
in front of your husband and rest your arms on his thighs."
I felt Linda's cool hands slide along the tops of my thighs.
There was a moment or two of silence. Suddenly, I felt her hands
tighten and she dug her nails into my legs. There was a deep
exhalation of breath from her lips.
"My cock is buried in your wife, Peter. Linda, you can use
your hands on your husband, but not your mouth. Right now, I want
to be the only one penetrating you in any way. Breigha, please
kneel behind me and caress my buttocks."
As Linda began to masturbate me, I felt the rhythmic rocking
motion, from William's slow thrusting, being transmitted through
her. Every once in a while, William's thrusts would be more
violent, and Linda would jerk forward. The only sound, besides
Linda's occasional moans and deep breathing, was the "slap" each
time his hips met my wife's buttocks.
"Linda, let go of your husband's cock, lay your head on his
lap, and arch your back downward and your hips up. Much better.
Now take your right hand, place the middle finger in your husband's
mouth, and fuck him with it, exactly like I'm fucking you. When I
go deep, go deep in his mouth. When I slow down and move it around
inside, I want you to mirror it with the same motion of your
finger. I want you to fuck your husband exactly as you're being
fucked."
Linda's long finger entered my mouth, then slowly withdrew.
It's tip circled about my lips, teasingly, then suddenly penetrated
as Linda jerked forward and breathed a low "Mmmmmmm…" It went
deep, to the back of my throat, sloooowwwwwly withdrew until just
the tip clung at the edge of my lips, then penetrated again to the
hilt. With her finger inserted to its full length, she began to
move the base in a large circle where my lips engulfed it. It
moved out just a bit, then began to fuck inward with the rhythmic
forward jerks of Linda's body. As Linda fucked my mouth and as
William fucked Linda, she began to mouth the raunchy obscenities I
knew foretold a coming orgasm.
"Linda, as you cum with another man's cock buried in your
cunt, and as you fuck your husband's mouth, I want you to tell him
that you love him, that even though the little slit between your
legs, all your lovely body, has been given up and offered to me,
that your submission and gift is really to him."
Trying to catch her breath, between the now savage shagging of
her proffered bottom, Linda spoke to me.
"Peter….darling….I do love you. Oh, god…. He's fucking
me so hard..but… I'll always love you, Peter…. I'll always be
your wife…. this has all been for you, for us…. Oh, my
god… Peter, I'm cuming…."
Linda's orgasm was long and hard. She dropped both hands to
my waist and gripped me almost painfully. Her body shuddered and
thrust back against William's pumping cock, clinging to it, trying
to engulf it, to open herself totally and to give up every inch of
the depth she had to offer, to pull his penis up into the core of
her belly.
Breathing heavily, her body slick with sweat and jerking with
post-orgasmic shivers, I held her head in my hands. My cock,
engorged with blood and heavy, lay beneath her heaving chest. I
felt William lean forward and gently kiss the top of her head, then
quietly disengage. There was silence for few moments.
"Try to rise, Linda. We have the last chapter to write
together, the one you specifically requested. Breigha darling,
bring the cream, please."
I felt Linda rise unsteadily. There was movement to my left,
then Breigha knelt on the couch beside me. After a brief pause,
two cool hands, coated with soft cream, circled my cock. They
worked up the base to the tip, smearing the cream around every inch
of my hard-on. As the fingers worked, William talked.
"As Breigha has her fun… please, let's not get too carried
away, dear; Peter doesn't look like he has a lot of self-control
left…. let me tell you what is happening, Peter. I'm standing
behind your wife, my friend, my hands around her front and in her
crotch, playing with that sweet cunt I just fucked, my cock rubbing
up into the crack of her ass. Oooh, Linda, dear! I guess you
could say she's doing the rubbing, Peter! Anyway, her hands are
reaching around behind us and she's massaging my ass cheeks. We're
both watching Breigha's handiwork and your commendable efforts to
keep from cumming. Tell me, Linda, how would you like to have a
seat on Peter's creamy pole?"
"I think I'd like that."
"I think you'd both like that. Let's accommodate your
husband. Please spread your legs a bit, Peter."
I felt Linda move between my legs as she placed both palms on
my knees.
"Scoot forward a bit, Peter. There, that's good. Lower
yourself a little, Linda. Here, let me hold your ass cheeks open.
Breigha, kindly guide Peter."
As Breigha held my cock, Linda lowered her ass onto me. Anal
sex had been a turn on for me as long as I could remember, but
Linda had been sensitive there and seemed to enjoy it only rarely.
Accordingly, we indulged occasionally, but not as often as I would
have liked.
As the tip touched her, she stopped. Then, slowly, she let
her weight press down. Just at the point where I thought Breigha
must be mis-aiming, the head pushed through the tight ring of her
anus and entered smoothly. Linda inhaled sharply then let out a
throaty groan. Slowly, ever so slowly, she settled down and down,
down the length of my cock, taking every inch until I felt
William's fingers, holding her buttocks, rest on my lap. As his
fingers pulled out from between us, she finally let her full weight
rest on me, and was now impaled totally.
"A woman taking a large and erect cock fully in the ass is a
marvelous sight, Linda. Breigha and I would enjoy the view better,
though, if you would lean back against your husband's chest.
That's better. Now put your feet up and on top of his knees.
William, spread your legs wider."
We did as asked. I could imagine the scene: my cock buried
in my wife's ass, leaning back, her legs spread and her feet
resting on my knees, her sex open and soaked above the stretched,
full anus. William's voice suddenly came from near my ear, just
behind the couch.
"Breigha, please kneel down in front of them and use your
tongue to good advantage. Peter, I want you and Linda to relax,
and enjoy my wife's attention. In the meantime, I'm going to reach
down here over your shoulder, take your wife's hips, and move her
up and down your cock. Please let me do the work, Peter. I like
to think that I will be fucking your wife in the ass with your
cock. It's a good thing you're so petite, Linda. This might have
been interesting, otherwise."
As Breigha's tongue swirled around my balls, the place where
Linda and I were joined, and my wife's cunt, I felt William's arms
reach down over my shoulders from behind, and his hands grasp
Linda's hips. Slowly, the tight ring gripping my cock rose up to
the tip, hesitated, then descended. Linda gasped as she was once
again impaled on my probing penis.
"It is the most incredible sensation to be fucked in the ass,
is it not, Linda? There is no other feeling of "fullness" and
penetration that approaches it. To submit to an ass-fuck is to be
truly opened, possessed and owned. Watching your husband's cock
slide up between your cute, dimpled ass cheeks is a sublime
picture, I can assure you. And to have others watch your
submission and penetration, to have strangers witness this offering
of the most intimate and private part of your body to a man and to
the phallus, is truly sweet and decadent, yes?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, it is."
Breigha suddenly probed with her finger at my ass, then slowly
insinuated it deep into my rectum, turned it around, then withdrew
it. Returning again, she began to fuck my ass with the full length
of her digit while continuing to tongue the underside of my
testicles. Meanwhile, William had begun to raise and lower Linda,
the ring of her stretched rectum sliding up to the tip and back to
the base, the movement regular and smooth. I could tell being man-
handled and lifted like a child by William was turning Linda on
even more. She moaned each time, at the top, as the tip nearly
pulled free, only to have her body lowered once again.
I lowered my hand and felt my balls, pushed three fingers into
Breigha's mouth, moved up and felt my creamy cock and the juncture
where my wife and I were intimately joined, the almost obscenely
stretched ring of her anus, full now and easily accepting the fuck,
then moved up and plunged into her cunt, retreated and centered
finally on the little nib of her clitoris.
As I masturbated my wife the way I know she loves, I had a
sudden epiphany. I imagined that William was masturbating me,
using my wife's ass and body to jack me off. The thought passed
quickly and was obliterated by the pure pleasure of the many
sensations: Breigha's slightly painful but very erotic probing of
my ass, her tongue on my full testicles, my wife's tight ass-hole
sliding almost magically up and down the full height of my rigid
pole, her warm breath and animal moans low in my ear, her fingers
in my hair. Sensing we were close, William had begun to raise and
lower Linda more quickly, nearly slamming her down on my lap,
fucking her in the ass with my cock.
As Linda's orgasm peaked, her body writhing in pleasure and
pushing her pelvic bone and clitoris hard against my frigging
fingers, her anus clenching and unclenching, I shot my semen into
her ass. I arched my back and rammed upwards as deeply as I could
into her ruined bottom. She screamed once, loudly, as every muscle
in her body tensed and shivered. As we both came, William reached
around from behind and gently, lovingly, cupped both our foreheads
in his warm hands. Breigha had knelt up and was stroking Linda's
belly and breasts, occasionally planting light kisses on the
insides of my thighs.
It was in this way that time stood still, or so it seemed.
The last few waves of orgasm so slowly dissipated that I do not
remember when I finally realized that it was over, what may have
been many minutes or hours later, and came awake as if from a
dream. I do not remember the demarcation between "orgasm" and "no
more orgasm." I only remember the four of us frozen like that for
what seemed like hours, dreamily stroking and being stroked,
neither Linda nor I attempting to remove my semi-erect cock from
her rectum, and both of us running our hands up and down our sweaty
bodies, kissing like teenagers, feeling the dreamy touch of
strangers everywhere.
Just barely, I remember William and Breigha dressing, hugging
us, saying their final goodbyes, and the blindfold being removed.
I remember, in the hazy red glow of nearly dead embers, seeing my
wife for the first time in hours, her hair akimbo, face flushed and
anxious, full of life and love and wanting everything to be
alright. We slept what was left of that night on the living-room
floor, arms and legs entwined within a soft comforter, wrapped
around us like a womb.
Saturday, I rose before Linda, showered and began to make her
favorite breakfast of sourdough pancakes. I squeezed some fresh
orange juice, and sliced a few avocados that we would dip in the
cream cheese I was softening.
I heard the shower begin running and knew Linda had risen.
She soon shuffled bleary-eyed into the kitchen, staring at the
little feast I had prepared, and sat her pretty little behind at
the dinette. Her hair was still wet from the shower and she wore
my red bathrobe tucked around her like a large tent.
"It rises, it moves, it appears hungry…. Dare I feed it?"
"It gets fed, or it inserts an avocado pit in your left
nostril," she said grinning.
"Oooooooh. Scary."
I produced the sourdough flapjacks with a flourish, then
grabbed the maple syrup I had warmed. I sat down and we enjoyed
the breakfast for a few minutes in silence.
"You know I've got a thousand questions I want to ask you," I
started suddenly. "Like how you met this William and Breigha, what
you told them, how you set this all up, etc. Oh, and by the way,
is this the end of your fantasy? This multi-part fantasy stuff is
okay, but it's a double-edge sword, you know. MY turn is coming up
and you know how much I thrive on precedents. When are we getting
the pictures? How do we know they aren't keeping copies? What did
they look like? How old were they? Jesus, did you believe the ego
of that guy? God, you were sexy as hell. Babe, I REALLY had a
good time, but I was wondering what…."
Linda had suddenly put her hand up in exasperation.
"Look, sweetheart, we can talk about all this later. Right
now, I can tell you that I've pretty much shot my fantasy wad, at
least for a while. It's your turn, dear husband. Now let me eat
my pancakes in peace, okay?" she said with a smile.
"Okay, okay… I just want you to know that you're not making
it easy to top you!"
Linda looked up and narrowed her eyes. "This is a
COMPETITION? Fine. Just fine. Remember, though, that YOU brought
it up. I can whip your ass at anything I set my mind to, including
scrabble."
"Hey, wait a minute, it's not my fault. It's all that goddamn
testosterone sloshing around in my blood. You know how it goes…"
"Yeah, I know, you're nothing but a big, walking testes with
a dick for a nose. Well, I'm ready for whatever YOUR puny little
"perverted" brain can come up with, husband of mine!" Linda said
with an evil grin and a twinkle in her eye. She got up from the
chair, kissed me on the forehead and sashayed out of the kitchen.
I nibbled the corner of a half-eaten, soggy pancake and
weighed the 50 or 60 different ideas I'd been storing up for the
last 30 years or so. Yeah, I think I could top her. But not in
the way she may THINK I would try to top her.
As all the scenarios unfolded in my mind like a cheaply
wrapped package, my dick stood to attention. I started to load the
dishwasher (remembering to rinse them first). Life is so full of
possibilities….
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End of WIFE