She was really smiling at me as she said the last part. The one thing about our time together so far has been her almost insatiable need for sex. She usually wanted it at least once a day during the week, and several times a day during weekends. My own sex drive has been higher than some men and even though I was tired, I wanted her like you wouldn't believe.
Our sex usually consisted of my oral attention to her and then some good plain old-fashioned sex, nothing too outrageous or daring. One time I had tried to get her to try anal, and that had been a big no. Once in a very rare while she would go down on me, usually just kissing the head and a few licks up and down my shaft. I really didn't mind though, since she seemed to love my oral fixation on her sweet tight pussy. I didn't mind her not wanting to perform oral sex on me, and of course I understood about her not wanting anal sex. I could imagine how that would hurt and not probably be of much fun for her either.
She loved to have sex doggie-style, and to also be on top of me. Missionary was for those times she was in a romantic mood. She wasn't in a romantic mood tonight I could tell, so I was looking forward to a different position. I never knew what mood she was going to be in when I walked through the door after work, but usually she was in good spirits. Very few times had she not felt like having sex, even wanting it when she was sick a couple of times, which surprised me quite a bit. I would have thought that a woman being sick would just want to be left alone 'that' way. Like I said, her sex drive was pretty high though, so I knew after these years together she really liked sex, vanilla sex maybe, but a lot of it or a consistent amount anyway.
We would watch a few porno's once in a while, and she would seem to get engrossed in them. She never wanted to try out a lot of what was in them, her experimenting limited to how she would fondle or touch me. One time we had tried a little bondage, and she had liked it quite a bit, but I had never been able to talk her into letting me tie her up since. Oh well, I guess she had other ways of thinking about sex and I still had to learn what she would do, when. All in all a pretty much satisfactory sex life, even if a bit 'tame' by someone else's standards.
My job allowed her to stay at home, since it paid well. I had to travel once in a while, sometimes for as long as two weeks, but usually I would be home every night. She didn't like it when I had to travel; she really wanted sex every night. A couple of times I had been able to bring her along with me on longer trips, and we would have a great time, when I wasn't working. For the last year though she had been begging off on going with me on these trips. She claimed boredom while I was in meetings, not that I blamed her, after all a motel room can get pretty boring with nothing to do.
Sue has never been shy about her body, and dresses quite sexily. She has several bikinis, and the most covering one is still a two-piece. Her choice of clothes has been dresses and skirts. Her blouses are low cut and sometimes a little tight. She has a few very short dresses, or mini skirts rather. They are very tight and very short. She cannot bend over in them without showing her skimpy panties. I have always liked her to dress like she does. My mom had once made a comment about one particular dress she wore made her "Look like a slut!" I knew that my mom liked Sue though so I never made it an issue. Besides, my mom had dressed a little bit like Sue when she was young also.
About a year ago Sue had some photos taken of her by a professional studio. They were boudoir type pics, and they were quite racy. She had gotten nude in them and her poses left nothing to the imagination.
Sue had long blonde hair, and the hair near her pussy was matching so there was no question that she was a natural blonde. She trimmed her pubic hair to wear her swimsuits, but not more than she needed. I had talked her into shaving her pubes all off once, but she hadn't liked it when it grew back, being so itchy and all, so I had never been able to talk her into doing it again.
Sue always claimed to be so satisfied with my sexual abilities and prowess so I had never given thought to her cheating on me or me cheating on her. We were pretty well matched as far as that went, and she was my best friend, and I was hers. She would tell me pretty much everything and I her, so there were no secrets between us as far as I knew. I knew that I had never held anything back from her, so I was sure she hadn't either.
As we ate supper that night I mentioned to Sue about my earlier conversation with Bill and how he had acted so strangely. Sue was curious what he had started to talk to us about. I didn't know, so I suggested to her that maybe he was lonely or something. She agreed with that conclusion and we left it at that. She didn't seem to be upset or nervous about what he had said so I brushed it off as his not knowing how to start a conversation with me very well.
Later, after supper we went out to our pool in the backyard. Sue swam while I laid back and read a little bit in a lounger. When she finished swimming she came up to me and started to play around with me. Before I knew it she had my shorts down around my ankles and was straddling me. Her hot, wet, pussy was stroking my hardness so wonderfully. I couldn't last long, I think because of being outside, even if it was in our backyard fenced and private. After I came she rocked for a moment more and came herself. Hugging me, she held me firmly, her tight pussy holding my softening cock like a velvet glove. Soon we got up and went in to shower and went to bed, where she once more started with me and we had sex for a second time that night.
One week later, I had to go to our Midwest operations for a week and Sue didn't want to come with me. She had a real problem with this trip for some reason but I couldn't get out of it. She grudgingly accepted the fact that I had to go and seemed to be in a fairly good mood the day I left. I called her every night I was away. She wanted me to call her early in the evening so I would call around four-thirty or five each night. Almost at the end of my stay I found out that there were some serious problems with a contract and I had to stay for another week to straighten it all out. Sue was definitely not happy with that news, and really read me the riot act on the phone that night. I wasn't happy about it either, but I had no choice since my boss had insisted I stay and finish what had been started. His excuse was that I knew more about what was going on with that contract than anyone else in the office. He stroked me a little reminding me of a possible promotion coming up in the very near future. It would mean a little more travel but more money, a company car and better vacation time. I swallowed my pride and longing for my sexy wife and stayed for the duration.
My boss was a great guy to work for. He was about six feet one or so and pretty muscular. He worked out at a local gym. He was the easiest going person I had ever seen in the kind of job he had. His skin was dark, and he kept his head shaved. He wore glasses, and had a pierced ear. He often took me out for power lunches at a local club where we would watch the gals serving. He had comments about all of them, usually in a sexual undertone. He had met Sue at our last Christmas party, and had spent most of it talking to both of us, mostly Sue though. I knew that he had found my wife to be attractive, and wondered what he said about her while I wasn't around.
I was able to get the contract finished up three days sooner than anyone expected, and since I had the signed contract in hand, I just left that morning, catching a flight home. I arrived home before lunch. I stopped into the office and dropped off the contracts and headed home. As I pulled into my driveway I saw several cars there. I didn't recognize any of them. I was a little upset since I had to park down the street a little ways. I walked up to the front door and found it locked. I unlocked it and went in.
I called out for Sue as usual, and didn't hear anything. I figured that she had gone shopping; therefore she had locked up the house. I was wondering about all of the cars in the driveway, but didn't think anything seriously about it. Must have been the neighbors having company or something. I had remembered when moving in we had a problem with parking for a few days because of Bill's kids parking in our driveway while visiting. I decided not to call him about it and just let it be. He had seemed so standoffish since our conversation that day.
