Chapter 03: Decorating Begins
I awake the next morning still in a high state of arousal. I can still could taste my wife's pussy juice on my lips. I lie back lightly stroking my erection revisiting the images of my wife with Andrew and the excitement after Lynn and I returned home. I still have a hard time believing that I had witnessed my sweet wife sucking off another man. Fantasy is one thing, but seeing her acting on those fantasies took our marriage to a new plateau. A plateau that I eagerly anticipated, although accompanied by some trepidation. I look over at my wife sleeping, her breathing slow and steady. I am tempted to reach out and caress her, but after the events of last night I let her sleep while I get up, go downstairs and make some coffee. A little while later, as I am drinking my coffee and reading the Sunday paper, my wife comes down in her robe, leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"You were wonderful last night. You were such a tiger while you ate my pussy."
As she bends over to kiss me, I can not resist reaching into her robe and cupping the fullness of her breast. "I just got turned on watching you flirt and getting so slutty with your fantasies after we got back home."
"I guess I did get a little carried away. I had more wine than I thought."
"Probably because Andrew enjoyed the view every time he brought you a refill."
My wife just laughs, "You're so naughty. You don't think I went to far do you?"
"No. I got turned on and I am sure Andrew realizes you had a little too much wine and were just letting loose." Later that afternoon we have another intense lovemaking session reliving the events of the previous evening. This time she sucks me off to completion just like she pleased Andrew.
During the week Lynn prepares for decorating Andrew's townhouse. Once she starts she stays real busy and is very intense. She has to gather paint, fabric, tile and other samples to show Andrew her ideas. She also has to contact other contractors to develop the schedule for putting it all together.
I could not tell any difference in her demeanor than she has with other clients. We make love more frequently, although without the initial intensity. Lynn is still very responsive and her body seems to have a different feel. Is it due to the mental images that run through my mind? I still wonder what the interaction between her and Andrew is. She generally dresses in slacks with knit tops and jackets. Her outfits frame her breasts without looking slutty. She looks good in them. Is she still brushing his arm with her breasts? Does she lean over to give him a good view of the tops of her breasts and cleavage? Does she still sit with her legs open to display her pussy? Does he lean into her with his cock? This gives me some good fantasies to go with the reality I have witnessed.
A couple of weeks after the party we go out to dinner. During dinner I tell her how turned on I still am thinking about the party.
"I am too. Don't' worry I will take care of you when we get home."
We get home and she goes upstairs to freshen up. I give her a few minutes and go up to our bedroom. I enter the bedroom to find Lynn on our bed on her side totally nude.
"Why don't you join me?"
I hurriedly undress and slide in the bed next to her. Her lush body melds into mine. My cock is already beginning to stir. We immediately embrace and started kissing. I nuzzle her neck and move my hand down to her pussy. Even without any foreplay my fingers slide right in. While fingering her I bend down and take one of her nipples in my mouth. She spreads her legs further to give me better access. Three fingers slide right in.
"I can't believe how wet you are. Is this from thinking about the party?"
"Yes. I was thinking about how turned on you were after we got back home."
"I was thinking about you flirting with Andrew at the party. When I was across the living room while you two were on the couch what were you talking about? It couldn't have been all about decorating?"
"No it wasn't. Andrew noticed you sneaking glances at us. He was worried you might be getting upset. I told him that you didn't mind when I flirted and showed off my breasts. In fact I told him that it turned you on. He asked me if I thought you were getting turned on right now and I said you were. I told him you wanted me to wear this outfit so I could show off. I also told him I was thinking of him when I was putting it on. He then asked me if I ever did anything more than flirt. I told him no but some times I was tempted. He then asked me if I was getting tempted tonight.
"I just leaned over and said 'Yes I am. Would you like to tempt me more?' As I leaned over I let one of my breasts rest on his arm. I could not help but look down at his cock. It was starting to strain against his slacks. I looked back up into his eyes so he knew what I was looking at."
"You told him I liked you showing your breasts?" What else did you talk about?"
"He said people might think we were getting a bit too obvious and we should move. I looked up and didn't see you in the living room. So I went and went into one of the other rooms to talk to some other people. Andrew disappeared. I think it was when he felt my tits that he started to realize how far I would go."
"You mean when you pushed your breast into his arm?"
Lynn lowered her head down and started tonguing my ear. Her voice lowered and sounded real slutty, "There is more. Would you like to hear?'
At that point I experienced what a lot of cuckolds feel when their deepest desires are confirmed. My breathing grew tight and I barely whispered, "Yes, tell me."
"After 20 minutes or so, Andrew found me and told me to meet him downstairs. We went by different rooms so we wouldn't be seen together."
"You must have been getting excited?" "Yes I was. I thought what he might want but was not sure. I met him at the base of the stairs. Off to the right was a large rec room with some people playing pool. We went to the left down a hall with smaller rooms. When we were out of sight, he stopped behind me and put his arms around my waist. With the wine and my excitement, I leaned back into his chest. He was now looking over my shoulder down my top.