"Well, did you fuck her?" Glenda asked her husband as he slipped in the front door.
Henry jerked and turned as his wife spoke and flipped on the lamp next to her chair. "Uh.... Well.... Uh...." He stammered and then grinned as he saw his wife was naked. "Yes. Yes, I did."
Glenda whimpered softly and shifted in the chair. Her feet were curled up under her ass and she hugged herself tightly as Henry stepped closer to her and unzipped his pants. His wife licked her lips and whimpered softly again, her eyes on his open fly.
Stepping out of his shoes, Henry unbuckled his belt and took his slacks off. He did not have any underwear on and Glenda moaned softly as his semi hard dick came into view. He wiggled his hips from side to side and smiled as his wife's head turned back and forth as her eyes followed his waving shaft.
"How wet are you?" He asked softly. "Show me how wet you are."
Glenda's eyes flicked up to his face and then quickly returned to his dick as she shifted in the chair. She straightened her legs out and then spread them wide as she slipped down lower on the seat. Her thighs opened wider and Henry could see the slick shininess of her open sex.
"Oh yes, you are sopping wet. How many times did you masturbate thinking about me fucking little Lisa? Do your fingers smell and taste like your pussy?"
Glenda moaned softly and nodded as she raised her right hand and sucked on the three middle fingers.
"You had three fingers stuffed in your pussy?" Henry asked with a big grin. "I bet that felt great didn't it."
When his wife nodded again and looked down at his dick, he stepped closer. "She's all over my dick," he whispered.
Glenda groaned this time and sucked even harder on her fingers.
"Show me how easily those three fingers will slid deep into your pussy. Then I might let you suck my dick as you come. Your fingers in your pussy, my dick in your mouth, and the taste of Lisa on your tongue, you'll come your brains out." He teased.
"Lisa!" Glenda moaned as she removed her fingers from her mouth and lowered them to her lap. Her eyes closed as she brushed her fingertips across her swollen clit.
"Yes, the one, and only, the Lisa of the dark eyes and the high round ass. Lisa with the oh so wet pussy and sweet, sweet taste." Henry prompted.
"Tell me," Glenda hissed as her fingertips brushed her clit again.
"We were standing on her front porch. Her nipples were already hard from the cold as I unbuttoned her blouse. My mouth on the first one made her whimper and squirm. My mouth on the second made her moan softly and arch her back," Henry whispered.
Glenda's free hand moved to her own hard crinkled nipples as the hand in her lap brushed her clit lightly. She moaned softly and arched her hips up, her hips quivering in anticipation.
"I used both hands to slid her tight skirt up around her waist, baring her naked sex and ass to the cold night air." Henry told his wife. "She had taken her panties off earlier at the table and slipped them in my pocket."
"Do you.... Do you still have them?" Glenda asked in a breathy hissing voice as her fingertips brushed back and forth over her clit on one end and her nipple on the other.
"Oh yes, I still have them and they smell wonderful. There is a hint of her perfume mixed with the heady sweet musky smell of her soaking wet sex."
Glenda groaned as a shiver ran up and down her taught tight body. "The story.... The story had that much affect." She asked a moment later.
"Oh yes. It had her squirming in her seat. She had to forcefully keep her hands off her breasts and pussy in the bright lights of the café. She even tried to stop reading several times but her curiosity kept bringing her eyes back to the screen of the laptop."
Glenda groaned deeply and Henry quickly said, "Don't you dare come yet. You are going to hear it all before you come. You're going to smell her sweetness and then taste it at the last minute."
Henry took a pair of black lace panties out of his coat pocket and unfolded them. "Here, here is her sweet smell," he whispered as he held the panties to his wife's nose.
Glenda gasp as the cool damp material touched her face and Lisa's musky earthy odor assailed her sense of smell. She took a deep breath through her nose and groaned loudly as she exhaled. A second breath had her body shaking on the ragged edge of an orgasm.
Henry removed the panties from his wife's face and tucked them in his pocket. "Hold it! Hold it," he cautioned his wife as he slipped the coat and his shirt off.
When he was naked, he told his wife, "Look at me!"
Glenda opened her eyes and groaned as her eyes locked onto his hard dick where it was standing up close to his lower belly. When he pushed it down with the head straight toward her, she slipped off the chair and squatted before him.
His other hand stopped her head as she went forward to suck his dick. "Stuff those fingers in you pussy first," he whispered to her.
Glenda let out a long deep moaning sound as her three fingers slipped easily into her pussy to the last knuckle. Her hips quivered and her stomach muscles jerked. At the touch of Henry's dick head on her lips, her mouth opened, she sucked him in, and she came all at the same time.
Now it was Henry's turn to groan as his wife swallowed him whole, her tongue going wild all over his dick. His wife loved to suck a dick and was very good at in normal circumstances but now she was wild, wanton, and totally out of control.
Henry knew the taste of sweet little Lisa on his dick had Glenda in another world. Of course, it evened out, as his tongue and dick in Lisa had put him there also. His wife's lesbian desires and lack of nerve had let him fuck fourteen beautiful young women in the last fifteen years.
This would not be the last one but the game was about to change, only his loving wife did not know it yet.
*****
The following Friday, Henry came home early from work. By the time Glenda got home he had showered, shaved, and was dressed in gray slacks and a black silk shirt. Glenda eyed him as she came in through the kitchen door and then smiled.
"You certainly look nice tonight," she said with a question in her voice.
Henry smiled as he wrapped her in his arms and kissed his wife deeply. Glenda stiffened at first and then slowly melted into the kiss. By the time, they broke apart, Glenda was breathing raggedly, and Henry had a hard-on trying to stand up in his pants leg.
Glenda sighed and whispered, "Wow!"
Henry smiled and nodded. After a moment, he whispered, "I have a big surprise for you tonight so go get a hot shower and make yourself all sweet and pretty."
"Do I get a hint?" Glenda asked as she eyed the bulge in her husband's pants.
"One word only." Henry replied. "Lisa."
Glenda quivered and then sighed again. "I don't know if that is a good idea. We've always kept it at one time and one time only."
"Trust me, this will be well worth a second time." Henry told her and then grinned.
With a slight frown, Glenda asked, "For whom?"
"Us dear, us," Henry answered quickly and quietly.
"Ok. I do trust you and if you say so then...." Glenda replied and then let the sentence hang as she turned toward the door to the living room.
Henry slapped her on the ass as she did and grinned as she grinned back at him over her shoulder. She paused in the doorway and lifted her skirt to show her bare naked ass. There was a red spot on the right ass cheek.
When Glenda bent slightly at the waist and wiggled her ass from sided to side, Henry took two steps and slapped her naked ass even harder than the first time. Glenda gasped and then groaned as he spanked her a third time.
Henry now had a gauge for his wife's mood. He loved her dearly and knew her every kinky mood and she had many of them. If she had laughed or giggled and went on, it would have meant one thing.
The fact that she stopped, bared her ass, and wanted more meant another. Henry made some quick mental changes to the nights plans. He spanked the other ass cheek several times and said, "Now go get your shower. Shave your legs and pussy, and no playing with it while you do. I'll lay out what I want you to wear on the bed."
Henry was smiling as he laid out her clothes for the evening. A pair of black thigh high stockings with the word slut written all over them was the first thing. Glenda had these slutty fantasies but would never go through with any of them. She was to shy and scared.
A Black corset with half cups was next. He loved the way her breasts looked displayed in it. Last were her four black leather cuffs and a collar. She was shy yes, but as a submissive, she was totally outgoing and eager to please him.
Henry knew he could make her do anything in this mood and she would live out any and all of her fantasies. She would love every minute of it and come her brains out. The only problem would be later when she had time to think about what she had done.
Then the self-loathing and depression would set in. He did not want or need that. His wife was strong in her public life but weak everywhere else. She flew from the highest highs to the lowest lows all in a matter of minutes.
Henry sighed and shook his head. He loved his wife and went along with her most of the time but he had to work hard to keep her happy and balanced all the time. He smiled as he thought of his wife's kinks, it was a dirty job but someone had to do it and he was glad it was he.
He turned toward the living room and then turned toward the closet. He hunted in it for a moment and then laid her four inch black ankle strapped pumps on the bed. Her legs always looked beautiful when she wore those and they made her move slowly and carefully.
