R and M

I work out of town and hadn't seen my wife in 4 weeks. The trip home takes approximately 4 hours and is an easy drive. My wife, M, always knows when I am coming and I always call her hands-free when I am about an hour away. She likes to know that I am safe.

The drive is an easy drive, and I was extremely excited to be in my wife's arms again, even if only for a weekend. Our last visit had been one of the best weekends of my life. The time we spent apart made everything about being together again that much better. But of course it was too short. I started missing her as soon as I left and I couldn't wait to see her again.

I was a little over an hour away so decided to call.

"Hello." she answered on the 4th ring.

"Hey babe, I'm about an hour away. Can't wait to see you." I said.

"Uhhm...Ohhh...okay..."

I thought that was a strange way to answer.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Everything is...oooh...very much okay." She replied with a bit of a moan.

I thought perhaps I had caught her masturbating, so I pursued with a comment,

"Whatcha doin?"

Her answer was just another moan. I could tell something was going on.

"Oooh noo!...ok...ok..." She struggled to say, then "stop...stop..."

Stop stop, I thought? What the hell??

Then, little out of breathe, she quickly voiced,

"Just, let me call you back," (then under her breath) please...Oooh-nooo...

(then regular voice)

...don't worry. I'm really ok. Just give me a bit. I will call you back"

Then nothing. She hung up. Just like that. I thought again, what the hell? So I waited for her to call. Half an hour went by and still no call, then when I was 25 minutes away my phone rang. I answered through Bluetooth and actually said,

"What the hell, M? Is everything ok?"

"Very ok. I just got home from the grocery store and was busy putting away groceries."

"Didn't really sound like that. You don't like putting groceries away enough to make those noises, haha." I commented.

"Fair enough."

There was a long pause, long enough for me to ask,

"You still there?"

"Yes. Hold on...give me a second." She said.

"Ok, here goes.

I was at the grocery store, going through the checkout, and a store employee offered to help me when he saw me struggling to put my groceries in my backpack. He actually grabbed some bags and gave them to me. Obviously, I had purchased too many items for my backpack. Once I had filled my backpack and the bags he gave me I started to head out. This is when he stopped me and asked me if he could help carry my bags to the car. I thought it was a fantastic display of kindness, but of course I had no vehicle, so I told him I was walking, thanked him, and turned to leave. He said that he was just getting off shift, and if I didn't live too far away and could wait a few seconds for him to clock out, he would be glad to help carry my bags for me.

He was quite young, perhaps late 20s early 30s, and quite good looking although I could smell that he used Axe body wash...ugh. Obviously, it must have been stronger at the start of his shift thank goodness, so it was not overpowering. I also noticed his hands when he was helping me with my groceries, and they actually reminded me of yours, Mr. sausage fingers.

I accepted his offer, and we left the grocery store together with him carrying two bags and me with my backpack and one bag.

We made small talk about the weather, traffic, work, as we walked and I was glad our apartment is so close because we were starting to run out of things to say.

When we got to the front doors he insisted that he help me take the groceries directly to the apartment. I thanked him and said okay.

Obviously I had to allow him into our space where he put the groceries on the counter. I felt very grateful that he offered to do this and thanked him. He didn't seem to want to leave and I remembered that you had left a beer in the fridge from your last visit. I offered it to him as a sign of thanks. He accepted and stood drinking beer as I put the groceries away.

I couldn't help but feel his eyes on me while I went about putting groceries away. I started to think about how I had been working out and wondered if he thought I was attractive? He noticed some of my workout bands and weights which I had left out in the living room and made a comment as to how fit I looked and that he could obviously see that I have been working out. I thanked him.

Then he said something that shocked me.

"Well...You do have an absolutely amazing ass. I followed you around the grocery store just about the entire time you were there pretending to do a price check just so I could watch you. I first noticed you when you came into the store. I was helping another person pack their groceries and when I saw you I couldn't help but notice how pretty you are. Then, as you walked past me I noticed that you had a fantastic body.

I could tell instantly that you worked out."

Then he asked me what sort of exercises I do. I was starting to feel more comfortable around him as he was not threatening or pushy in any way, just kind of flirty.

"Mostly I'm just trying to get back into shape." I told him.

He said he wanted to work on his abs, and ask me if I knew any good exercises. Obviously, I jumped at the chance to help someone get fit. One thing led to another and before I knew it I had changed into my workout clothes and was showing him some exercises in our living room.

I think the beer made him a little tipsy as he seemed to start to flirt with me. He actually started feeling my abs but because he was such a nice guy I thought nothing of it. Then he asked me what sort of exercises I do to get an "ass like that"?

Well, you know me. Always ready and willing to show someone how to be healthier. I started to show him one of my exercises that I do for my ass and that was when he put his hand on my butt cheek. I pulled away, but he said I'm just trying to see which muscles you are building. So I continued to do the exercise, with his hand on my ass.

I realized after a few seconds that this was the first man to touch my ass other than you in 21 years. I felt my face blush. I felt as though I was cheating, but not really. Then he squeezed.

Next thing I knew, he had both his hands on my ass. I stopped the exercise and he started kneading my bum cheeks.

It felt so wrong, but so good at the same time. Still, I stopped him.

"I'm married!" I said.

"My husband is on his way home and will probably be here within an hour. This is wrong."

"I can't help myself..." he said.

"and I don't want to stop, but I will if you want me to."

"So... remember when we were talking about our fantasies last time you came home?" M said.

SNAP! I was ripped back to reality after picturing my beautiful wife having her ass caressed and squeezed by a local grocery boy.

My cock was hard as steel as I was driving and I could see a bit of wet forming through my pants. I was so turned on by what my wife was telling me. I didn't know if it was true? Is this just a story, perhaps the moans are fake, just to excite me?

"Yes, I think so." I replied, when in reality I could barely think of anything right then except the sight in my head of my beautiful wife and some guy fondling her ass.

"Okay, well I remember, so..."

Her story continued,

"Before I knew it, he had pulled my jogging pants down, exposing my ass. And I let him. I'm sorry honey but I just don't know what came over me. The next thing I knew, his face was between my cheeks and his tongue, oh my god, his tongue was on my asshole. Shivers ran up my spine, as he licked and sucked my asshole while kneading and squeezing my cheeks.

"You're husband is a lucky man to be with someone so fucking sexy." He said, and then he started slowly massaging my tiny asshole with his finger. Spitting and slobbering on my hole while working first one, then two fingers slowly inside, he seemed to be preparing me.

I hoped he was.

I wanted him to fuck my ass!

END PART ONE