This dirty little ditty is for all those people who are sick of the stereotypical loving wives story with the husband who allows it to go on. This story is a bit of a spin and I hope you enjoy it. Please be aware that all my stories are fictional and any similarities are coincidental.
“I love you so much!” She said, and I could see the love in her eyes. “I don’t know what I would ever do without you!” She added hugging me close. I knew she loved me and would do just about anything for me. I loved her too, that wasn’t really in question. However I was getting bored. I wanted something new, something different. I had been dipping my bucket in the same well so to speak for a long time and I wanted to drink a new flavor water. (Bad analogies provided free of charge)
Anyway, the more I thought about it the more it seemed unnatural to be with just one person for the rest of your life. Don’t get me wrong, we were great together and I would never leave her, but if I could get a little something extra why not do it right? However I couldn’t lie to Elsa, she was always honest with me. This left me with quite a dilemma. I was soon able to overcome that obstacle though.
I began to be openly flirtatious with women I would meet. Innocently, or at least I made it seemingly innocent. I would get lunch with co-workers, and laugh and talk, if the conversation even breached on innuendo or anything sexual I would perpetuate it. My dating instincts began to come back. I began getting vibes and feelings of who I would be able to bed if I so desired.
Now would be a good-time for a little background, not much, but a little. My wife and I are sexually active, and healthy and generally happy. Once in a while we’ll watch porn, or use toys, nothing crazy, no swings from the ceiling, no threesomes, but the kitchen table, and shower, and stuff were all pretty normal occurrences. Anyway it was while watching porn, that my idea began to take shape. My wife likes girl-on-girl porn. I mean watching it makes her SOPPING wet. Now here I am wanting something new and it hits me. Back to the story…..
I had a co-worker, who began flirting back. She was hot and strikingly different from my wife. My wife is petite a pinch over five feet tall, light colored hair, great curves, a C-cup. My wife is also conservative and a little shy. My co-worker Jane was as tall as me, busty and brazen with dark auburn hair. She often wore low-cut blouses and I enjoyed every minute of it. Now Jane and I began going to lunch with a few other people, but before long, it seemed we were grabbing lunch alone. We began talking more and more candidly.
“Hey what would your wife say if she could hear you now!” I remember Jane saying one day. I think the previous comment had been about cleavage in response to something she had started, I don’t remember everything.
“I don’t know let’s go home and ask her!” I had joked. Jane seemed to be gauging my response. I could tell I could probably sleep with her if I wanted to. She was just testing my long-term intentions. A few days later the weekend came, it had been a long week and I invited her to stop by on the way home from work for a drink to unwind.
“Will your wife be there?” She asked, and the question could have been “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Yeah, so I can’t drag you upstairs and have my way with you yet, maybe next weekend.” I laughed. We both knew I wasn’t quite joking. “Then again maybe Elsa won’t mind, I’ll have her make dinner then we can slip upstairs.” I kept laughing.
“Maybe she can join us right!?” Jane laughed.
“Sure!” I laughed, “Why not. Honey, grab the booze and let’s go upstairs.” I mimed swaying through the house with a woman on each arm.
At the end of the day Jane pulled into the driveway right behind me. Elsa’s car was there and Jane and I headed into the house. My wife was in the kitchen and came out to meet us.
“Elsa, this is Jane from work.” I said introducing them. “Jane, my wife Elsa. It’s been a long week, I invited her by for a drink.” I said to Elsa and gave her a hug and a peck on the fore head. It felt a little cooler than I had meant it too. Elsa looked up into my eyes and her face was full of questions, she ran a hand through my hair and then stepped back as I led Jane into the living room and took down a bottle of scotch and two snifters. I didn’t realize that I hadn’t asked Elsa to join us.
“Thank you.” Jane said taking her glass. Fridays are typically more casual in my office and Jane was wearing fairly tight slacks and a nice blue blouse with a neckline that just fit into professional boundaries. She sat on the couch and leaned forward recounting a story from the week. I found myself staring into her shirt, I saw the white lace edges of her bra which was fighting a losing battle to keep her large breasts supported and still.
“Are you staying for dinner?” Elsa asked. I hadn’t even heard her come in. She had a strange look on her face.
“Oh I don’t know.” Jane said.
“Do we have enough?” I asked.
“I think so.” Elsa said. She was still looking really more at Jane.
“Why don’t you stay, by the time you get home who wants to cook right?” I said.
“Alright I will.” Jane said. She sat up and spoke directly to my wife.
“Thanks Elsa, you’re the best.” I said. “I’ll be right back.” I said to Jane as Elsa left the room. In the kitchen Elsa had dinner mostly prepared, Jane and I had been in the parlor talking for about a half hour. I was on my second scotch, which was unusual for me, and I was extraordinarily horny. “Anything I can do to help?” I asked. “I can’t neglect the company too long, but if there’s something you need?”
