This story follows the continued adventures of Ken and Annie Dingle along with Ken's boss, Arthur Powers. You probably don't need to read "Arthur Borrows My Wife" Parts I-III to enjoy the story, but it wouldn't hurt. Enjoy!
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Sliding shoes on my wet feet to keep them off the painfully cold cement, I hurried out with the champagne bottle. The lovers were cuddled up in the hot tub and barely acknowledged my presence as I topped off their glasses. I quickly returned to the warmth of the cottage before I turned into a block of ice, leaving Annie and Arthur all alone outside.
I took my time drying off and getting dressed, all the while doing everything I could to warm up. When I was ready, I made my way back down the stairs. Instead of camping out in front of the fireplace, I decided to take advantage of Arthur's bachelor-pad basement and watch basketball as God intended: on a giant screen with a strong cocktail in my hand.
I glanced out the porch door as I passed and saw the two lovers kissing passionately. It looked like Annie was sitting on Arthur's lap, but everything below her neck was obscured by the water, so I couldn't be sure.
In short order, I had the game on Arthur's wall-sized TV and a glass of his expensive bourbon in my hand. I started to think it was a small measure of revenge until I remembered that I was sitting in the same exact spot where he had fucked my wife a few short hours ago.
Two glasses of brown elixir later, I heard footsteps above me. They must have tired of the tub - or gotten too pruney - and decided to hop out. Now that I had a decent idea of the cottage's floor plan, I followed the noise across the living room to the staircase leading up to the bedrooms. For several minutes it was quiet above me, then someone returned to the main level.
I was just starting to think about getting another refill and really getting drunk when the basement door opened. Slowly, Annie appeared, beginning with her fuzzy pink slippers, then her robe, and finally her smiling face.
"Hey baby," she said, obviously in a great mood. "Why are you hiding down here?"
"Hey yourself," I replied, trying to mirror her chipperness. "I just wanted to watch the game and, um, I guess give you guys a little privacy. Plus, this is where he keeps the good stuff," I gestured towards my now empty glass.
She swiftly took my glass and sauntered over to the bar. "Whatcha drinking?" she asked.
"The Iron Fish there on the counter," I pointed.
She poured me another full glass, then brought it back to me.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
"The show? In the tub?" I asked, slowly pulling my eyes from the TV screen and noticing for the first time that she appeared to be naked beneath her robe.
"Yes, dummy. In the tub," she groaned as she rolled her eyes.
"Uh, yeah, it was hot seeing it from so close up," I said, taking a swig and then looking her in the eye.
"And how about kissing me, you know, after?" she questioned as concern spread across her face.
"Yeah, I liked that. We, um, haven't done much kissing this weekend, so it was, um, nice," I answered slowly.
"So, I know what you've told me in the past, but I have to ask. With him that close were you, you know, tempted to...to touch it?" she asked nervously.
"It...like, his dick?" I asked. She quickly nodded yes. "No, not interested. It's fine that you like it and he makes you feel so good, but it's, you know, not my thing. That's not what I want to happen."
"Ok, that's what I thought," she said, exhaling deeply. "I could feel how hard you were and I wasn't sure if, you know, something was, I don't know, different?"
"I was hard because I was holding your tits while you rubbed your hot ass against me," I said, chuckling. "How do you not know yet that you're the one that turns me on?"
"I do," she responded quickly. "I guess I just wanted to make sure it was still me and not...him. I guess I needed some reassurance."
Her robe had shifted, exposing her right breast and nipple to me. I was doing my best to look her in the eye, but fighting a losing battle. Gently, I took her hand and placed it in my lap so she could feel just how hard I was.
"It's just us here now," I said calmly. "Can you feel how much I want you? Just flashing me a little has me ready to go. That's how much you turn me on."
She squeezed my dick through my jeans, then scooted closer to me, opening her robe even further. Annie pressed her body against me as she craned her neck to kiss and nibble on my earlobe.
"Did you cum after you watched us?" she asked seductively.
"N...no," I said, closing my eyes. "I just got dressed and came down here."
"You poor baby," she rasped in my ear. "Are your balls blue and aching?"
I moaned and nodded yes as her hand slid down, cupping my painfully desperate sack through my pants.
"Would you like me to help you with that?" she asked in a husky, sexy voice.
"Yes please," I gasped, feeling lightning shoot through my body from her lips on my ear all the way to my dick.
Annie wasted no time unzipping my pants and pulling them, along with my boxer briefs, off and tossing them to the side. She stood dramatically, untying her robe and letting it fall into a pool by her feet. I had been wrong. She wasn't naked, but only because the smallest g-string I'd ever seen covered barely more than her slit.
As she knelt before me, gently stroking my hardness, she bit her lip and looked me in the eye.
"Arthur said I could do this," she began, "but only if I do it the way he likes. Is that ok?"
"What does that mean?" I asked nervously.
"Yes or no," she replied, licking her lips.
