This is the same story as
The Boss' Wife
, but as seen through the eyes of Alexa.
***
The annual company party my husband and I hosted was such a bore. I've never been into parties, but it's so much worse when you don't even know most of the guests. I see these people once a year, and I'm expected to figure out how to make small talk with all of them?
What was especially annoying about this year's party is that one of the interns took the bus here, and now that it was late, he had no way to get home. Who goes to a party without planning for return transportation? The kid seemed nice enough, though I did feel like he was always staring at my chest.
It's not a big deal, though. We have a guest room he can stay in. As long as he doesn't get in the way of our baby-making, I had no problem with it. According to the predictor kit my doctor prescribed, tonight was the ideal time for my husband and I to try and conceive.
We had been trying for three years, without any success. According to the doctors, my husband's sperm were not the best swimmers. The situation stressed me out to no end. I wasn't getting any younger, while every other housewife in my friends circle was either pregnant or already had kids.
Finally, the last of the guests had departed, so I headed upstairs to prepare for bed. I wanted nothing more than to slide under the covers, but it sounded like my husband was on the phone downstairs, so I thought I better check to make sure our guest was okay.
I knocked on his door frame as I entered to ask if he needed anything. He said he was having some problems with the A/C unit, which was no surprise. That darned thing was a nightmare.
I climbed a chair to adjust the setting. The kid was really sweet; he came over to steady the chair so that I wouldn't fall. As I stretched to reach the dial, my robe tie got caught on a picture frame. It came loose, causing my robe to swing open right in front of the kid's face!
I was horrified! I jumped off the chair as I pulled it closed. I was wearing only a pair of white panties under my robe, in anticipation of having baby-making relations with my husband tonight. I couldn't believe I had exposed my bare breasts to our guest!
Just then, my husband walked into the room as his call ended. He sensed the awkwardness in the room and asked me if everything was okay.
I told him what had just ensued; he came over to console me. He told the kid that I would have a hard time living this down, which was true, and that in order to help me, he should have to expose himself to me.
I was horrified for the second time. I had no interest in seeing this kid's wiener. I just wanted to climb under the covers of my bed and cry!
My husband insisted, however. The kid was clearly sorry, and was willing to do whatever it took to make us feel better, which was nice of him. He pulled down his shorts, exposing his manhood to us.
I gasped. He had the biggest and most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It swayed gently between his legs, alternatively exposing in turn each of the testicles that flanked it.
I have never been a fan of penises. I had always found them ugly and gross. I tried giving oral sex once, but found it so off-putting that I generally avoided it.
But this penis had sparked something inside me that I had never felt before. I yearned to touch it, to have it touch me, to feel it all over my body, both outside and in. I felt some moisture begin to accumulate between my legs.
"Great," my husband said, turning to me. "Now it's all good, right?"
I recovered just in time.
"Oh yes, of course," I replied, trying to sound indifferent. My mouth was dry. I tried to clear my throat but it wasn't happening.
"Great," my husband replied. "Then it's settled!"
He then went on to explain why he had come into the room in the first place. Joe had called, and about 10 minutes into his drive away from the party, his car battery had died. My husband now had to drive out there to give him a boost.
After my husband had left, our guest bent over to pull up his shorts. Something came over me, though, causing me to take a couple of steps forward.
"Um, before you do that, could I ask you something?" I inquired.
"Sure," he said. "What is it?"
"Well, you've more than evened things out, so I probably have no right to ask, and it's a little embarrassing but...would you be willing to show me what your penis looks like...fully erect?"
It was a very forward question, especially for someone as conservative as I. But up until that point in my life, my fantasies involved only imaginary people.
After sex, my husband would invariably roll over and fall asleep, leaving me to get across the finish line by myself. I would flick my clit to the idea of an imaginary man taking me to my peak.
But I had a feeling that if I saw this beautiful cock in its erect form, my fantasies would never again involve anyone imaginary.
He looked me in the eye. I saw that his eyes were kind, and gentle.
