Bobby Flanders sat on the couch in this living room watching television when he heard a car pull up in the driveway. He peeped out of the curtains for the hundredth time and breathed a sigh of relief realizing that it was his wife Michelle that had pulled in. His gaze shifted to the wall clock and he saw that it was 11:00 pm. This was unusually late for Michelle who got off work at 9:00 pm. In fact, she had been running late a lot in the last few weeks, and that had been a cause of consternation for Bobby.
Bobby heard the key turn in the front door and Michelle entered. She looked beautiful, and vibrant as always, flashed him a smile, and kissed him fully on the lips. Although the two of them had been married for ten years, she still looked exactly as she had when they first met – a ravishing brunette who had the sexiest pair of legs east of the Mississippi, and a matching pair of breasts that turned heads everywhere she went.
Bobby had not been as lucky in the "looks" department. Fifteen years Michelle's senior, he was in his mid-forties, overweight and with a receding hairline. He was an account executive at a multinational corporation and the main breadwinner of the family. The couple were financially well set, and had recently moved into a beautiful mansion in a very ritzy neighbourhood. Since they had no children, Michelle's days were mostly spent at home playing second fiddle to her husband. Tired of this routine, she had recently decided to get back in the workforce. Although having his beautiful wife working in close proximity to other men made him very nervous, Bobby had nonetheless been encouraging, as he wanted Michelle to have the satisfaction of being productive.
Once Michelle had been hired at the local department store, it was as if the job had taken a life of its own. She worked diligently, and had been quickly promoted to the manager of the establishment. She began spending considerable time at her job, and within a few weeks Bobby started seeing lesser and lesser of her. Most of her conversations were about how she had achieved something at her job, or how she had calmed an irate customer, or how she had dealt with an insubordinate employee.
Michelle's work attire had also changed dramatically, from dressing in long conservative dresses, she had now started wearing business suits that comprised of short skirts and tight blouses that flattered her beautiful body. She had also acquired a new air of confidence that really got under Bobby's skin. Before she had started working, Michelle had always been Bobby's devoted little wife who obeyed his every command without ever demanding much. This had been replaced by her being slightly bossy by wanting Bobby to massage her feet, or do the dishes after dinner, etc.
Last but not least was Michelle's transformation in the bedroom. In the past, She had been fairly inhibited in her sexual tastes. Her polite signal for him to have sex with her used to be "make love to me baby," followed by Bobby getting in his favourite missionary position and humping her gorgeous pussy for about thirty seconds before he erupted, and was spent for the rest of the week. More recently this ladylike behaviour had been replaced by a more demanding, "fuck me Bobby, and make it count!" after which she straddled him and rode him like a horse for about ten seconds until his penis yielded its load amidst his moans of ecstasy. This had been followed by her making a comment such as, "come on Bobby, you can do better than that can't you?"
"How have you been?" asked Michelle as she kicked off her leather pumps and slid onto the couch next to Bobby.
"Good, and you?" asked Bobby with a smile.
"G-r-e-a-t," purred Michelle as she stretched her feline body seductively.
"Michelle, you look beautiful tonight," said Bobby in a hoarse voice as she put her feet on his lap. He took one stockinged foot and slowly massaged it as she laid her head back on the arm-rest and moaned in pleasure. "mmmm ..."
Bobby knew how much his sexy wife loved him giving her a foot rub after work, and continued the ministrations first on one foot and then on the other. Michelle's toes curled up in pleasure, and she said, "Bobby ... that feels so good."
Bobby switched from Michelle's feet to her ankles, and then to her calves. Michelle parted her thighs as far as her short skirt would allow, so that Bobby had better access to her knees. Bobby, endured this part of their foreplay with the anticipation that it would conclude with him having an orgasm soon. His shrivelled penis stirred inside his trousers, as he shot a furtive glance up her thighs, past her skirt ...
The sight that awaited him there shocked his penis into instant rigidity. Michelle was not wearing any panties. For the first few seconds, Bobby just sat there and gasped in disbelief, and then his eyes met Michelle's.
"Hon ... you, you are n-not –" he could not complete his statement.
"Are you surprised that your beautiful young wife is not wearing any underwear – Baldy Locks?" she asked in a bitchy tone foreign to him.
"Yes, uh why Michelle?" he conjured up the courage to ask. The fact that she had addressed him as "Baldy Locks" was emasculating to say the least, it was downright degrading.
"Because, I am bored with this mundane routine, I am bored being a good little wife, I am bored of our sex life, and I am bored with you." she said in a nonchalant tone.
"uh ... I tho –" he mumbled.
Michelle's instep slowly caressed his penis, as she stared into his eyes. "Looks like me being a bad girl gets you hard ... my, my, you have fantasized about this before haven't you? Your beautiful wife flirting with a handsome young man and teasing him to within an inch of orgasm without even touching him. Oh ... I can tell, you are ready to cum all over and I haven't even unzipped you yet."
Bobby did not know what to make of the situation, whether Michelle was just playing out a fantasy, or whether she really had been a "bad girl." His head was spinning and his penis was throbbing at the constant attention he was getting from Michelle's foot. She was right about one thing, every muscle in his penis was straining against the fabric of his pants. He was incredibly aroused that their marriage was entering into uncharted territory.
"Or maybe, you fantasize about one of the young strong blue collar men at my work not being able to control himself around me ..." Michelle continued in a sexy whisper as her toes slowly worked Bobby's zipper down inch by inch.
Bobby's engorged penis proudly stuck out through the front opening in this boxer shorts. Although fully extended, it measured only about three inches. Bobby knew that he was not well endowed, but this had been thus far unmentioned in his marriage. Michelle had always treated him as if he was hung like a horse, and called his penis by names like "Big Boy" or "Long John." There had been occasions where he had suspected that she was very aware of his "short-coming," but before he could ever ask her, she would engulf his penis in her soft lips and slowly work her tongue until he would release his load in her mouth.
"Michelle, I ... can't believe you talking like this." gasped Bobby, as her perfectly pedicured toes slid up and down the shaft of his erect penis.
"Something quite similar happened today, but I am not sure you want to hear about it ... do you Baldy Locks?" she continued in a sexy voice, as pre-cum began to slowly ooze out of the tip. Knowing that he was close she stopped the stroking.
"Michelle ... don't stop ... I am so excited." Bobby gasped.
"The thought that a younger better man will take your wife from you makes you insanely jealous does it not?" she asked.
"ye ... yes," he stammered.
"And the jealousy mixed with the knowledge that you have a little boy's cock between your legs turns you on?" she asked running a toe down his staff.
