A house in the far-flung suburbs was all we could afford with our single-salary household. When my wife decided to go back to school, I told her I could take care of us both. But the finances were beginning to take a toll.
"You're doing your best, honey. And I'll finish business school soon," she said.
"I know. But I don't want you to worry about finances. I want you to focus on school."
"Maybe... we could sell my car?"
We both knew what that meant. My work was at a very inconvenient location. There was no way I could drive her to school and drive to work in time. Jenna would be at the mercy of public transit.
Our city didn't invest at all in public transit. This meant Jenna woke up every day at the crack of dawn, caught the train into the city, and still found she was late for class.
Two weeks into her semester, she came home tired and deflated.
"I was late for class every day this week. I hate how bad the train is," she said as I massaged her shoulders to relax her.
"I feel bad. Maybe you should take the car and I can take the train to work," I offered.
"Don't be ridiculous, Tim! You can't be late for work."
"I just wish there was someone you could carpool with."
"Funny you should say that. Mark actually offered to drive me to and from school every day," she said.
Not this guy again. Mark was a new friend she'd made at business school. They'd only known each other two weeks, by the way she talked about him you'd think they were best friends. Jenna talked about him every day.
Mark said this today. Mark made a joke in class. Mark this, Mark that.
"Oh... that sounds good? Why didn't you agree?"
She laughed, "Oh, you're going to laugh when I tell you this. He said he'd drop me home on one condition."
"Yeah? What was it?"
"He said I'd have to give him a handjob at the end of every drop off. Can you imagine? He's never serious, this one. Classic Mark!"
"What the fuck?" I stopped massaging her shoulders.
"Oh, don't be silly. It's not like I'll actually do it! He just said it so he wouldn't have to ACTUALLY drive me but still get brownie points for offering."
"Ok... I don't like this guy, Jenna."
"Awww, poor baby are you jealous?"
She turned around and looked at me.
"Oh my... Tim... is that an erection I see?"
I looked down. I didn't realize I had swollen in my pants.
"What... I..."
"Does the thought of me giving my friend a handjob excite you?" she said with a dangerous smile.
"I never... said..." but my words were drowned as Jenna unzipped the front of my trousers.
She took me in her hand.
"That would be so bad, baby. Do you want me to be bad for you? I could be sooo bad for my baby," she said as she began stroking me.
"It's alright, sweetie.... Lots of guys have this fantasy, we don't have to actually go through with it... unless you want me to..."
"No... I don't..."
"Mmhmm... Your dick tells me something else, sweetie."
I closed my eyes as she stroked me and I threw my head back.
After a few long strokes, I felt the warmth of her mouth close around my shaft.
Jenna was a naturally gifted cocksucker. She liked telling me how all her exes liked cumming in her mouth. For some reason, I always enjoyed it when she told me about the all the guys she'd had inside her.
Was she having similar thoughts about this Mark guy? I pictured Mark pulling up in our driveway. I imagined my wife's mouth closing around his cock. And that's about as much as I could take.
I exploded in Jenna's mouth. She dutifully swallowed and then wiped her mouth.
"Now... let's go to the bedroom so you can return the favour."
She led me upstairs. Within a few minutes, she was naked on her back. I was beginning to get hard again. It would be a while before I could cum again, but I was hard enough to plunge into Jenna as she told me about Mark.
"I think you... ungh... like it... mmm... when I'm slutty...."
I thrust harder.
"Fuckkk..." she started cumming.
I continued fucking her despite her orgasm. Once again, I pulled up a mental picture of my wife pleasuring another man. And once again, I was shooting my cum - this time into her pussy.
A few minutes later, she was lying in my arms.
"Jenna, that was... a fun fantasy..." I said, hopefully asserting that I didn't want this to actually happen.
"Mmhmmm" she said, nodding sleepily.
Jenna slept peacefully that night, but I tossed and turned forever.
This had to be just a joke, right? This guy Mark wouldn't actually make a move on a married woman. And even if he did, Jenna wouldn't agree to this ridiculous condition, would she?
Wouldn't she?
As I lay on my back, I thought about how Jenna always acted around other guys. It was no secret that she was flirty. All my friends' wives hated for it.
At parties, she "jokingly" sat in other guys' laps. She danced a little too close to them, thoroughly enjoying all the grinding.
I had to admit, I was scared to leave her alone in a room with other guys. She was so free with her body, a subconscious part of my brain always suspected she would cheat if she had the chance.
No. She wouldn't do that. Jenna was just friendly with other men, that's all.
She was just teasing me about giving another guy a handjob... about sliding her slender fingers all over his hard cock... maybe she would be tempted to taste it... to feel him grow inside her mouth... God, what's wrong with me? Am I fantasizing about my wife fooling around with someone else?
Another man would have paused and thought about what that meant. But not me. I glanced sideways and Jenna, sleeping peacefully, and once again imagined her next to a faceless man, who pulled his cock out for her.
I let my hand slide down to my hardening cock.
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I changed into fresh clothes after work the next day. I had another hour or so before Jenna got home, might as well start prepping dinner.
