My wife has always gotten attention with her tight little body. Angela works out a lot. I have never minded that she fools around with the body-builder types she meets at the gym. It spices up our love life. She is a merciless teaser, always taunting me with unfavorable comparisons. "Finally, I found a man with real muscles," she would say. "You got to work out more." Or, "Did I tell you I might be pregnant?" She would always giggle after that one. Seriously, we had a few pregnancy scares. To be honest, I am not so sure I am the father of our youngest. I don't want to find out.
One night after we put the kids to the bed, Angela dressed seductively in silk pajamas that matched her blue eyes. She brushed out her hair. The look on her face told me she wanted to tell me something.
"I got the strangest request today," she said, her hand groping my groin as we stretched out in our king size bed.
"Oh yeah?"
"I met an Asian woman in my yoga class. We like to hang out in the sauna together. Julie has a black boyfriend. They're into domination games, which is really funny. Julie is kind of bossy and Ted is a big teddy bear. Behind closed doors, the roles get reversed. Julie is the put-upon sex slave. She wears the collar, gets a weekly spanking no matter whether she has been good or bad. It keeps her in her place, she says.
But Ted has sort of freaked out with his latest demand. He wants her to procure some more sex slaves for him. He wants to build up a little harem. She has been asking women if they would want to sleep with him."
I was hard as a rock. Angela blushed. "God, you're such a pervert to be turned on by this." I leaned over her and pulled down her pajama pants.
After we made love, Angela said, "So I guess you're OK with it?" She laughed in self-satisfaction.
"It means I will have to spend next weekend at their cottage in the woods. I will leave a lasagna in the fridge. Don't forget about Betty's soccer game on Saturday morning."
Angela was gone by the time I got home from work on Friday evening. The kids and I watched some TV together, but I couldn't stop thinking about what she was up to.
To make the weekend go by faster, I was the ideal father and husband. I took the kids shopping for new school clothes. I caught up on some work around the house. We warmed up Angela's lasagna for our Sunday night dinner.
We were all disappointed when Angela left a message saying she would be delayed in getting home, probably not returning until Tuesday morning. I took it to mean she was having a good time. I couldn't wait to hear the details.
I called up a cleaning service. I wanted the house to be spotless for her return. When I got home Tuesday, Angela was out by the barbecue, grilling some veggie kebabs, my favorite meal. The kids were playing in the pool, happy their mom was home.
Angela was dressed in jean shorts that hugged her ass and a tight pink T-shirt from a marathon that was organized to raise money for breast cancer research.
She put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. We hugged each other tightly. "So glad you're back," I said.
"Me too," she said and gave me a pinch and a little wink.
That night, Angela told me she was too sore to have sex but was willing to compensate with a hand job. You would think I would have been disappointed, but I wasn't.
"Your penis is so cute," Angela cooed with affection. "I like its pink mushroom head."
She stroked me some more. "It's not the biggest dick, but that's OK. I need to recover for a while."
I soon came in her palm. While she wiped me with a wash cloth, she gave me a few details. of her weekend as a procured slut.
Ted and Julie picked her up in their sports car on Friday afternoon. Because there are only two car seats, Julie and Angela had to share the passenger seat. They made out while Ted drove them through the country side. Julie was aggressive about feeling her up. Angela said it was the first time she ever kissed a woman. She enjoyed it.
They arrived at a secluded cottage overlooking a lake. Their first night was pretty subdued. They did not want to scare Angela off, I guess. They opened a bottle of wine, sat on a dock and dangled their toes in the water. Then Ted put his arms around both of them and gave them each a peck on the check. They nuzzled up against him.
Emboldened by the Pinot Noir, Angela said she reached for his groin and began rubbing him through his pants. Ted gave Julie a look that told her she had did well.
He giggled. "We're going to have a good time this weekend," he chuckled.
"I told you she was a slut," said Julie with a smirk.
Angela gave her a little push as a mock protest.
Ted led them both to the master bedroom. The bed was covered with an old country quilt. The cottage smelled a little musty from having been closed up a few weeks.
Angela said her clothes were quickly seized by the hands of Ted and Julie. Angela tugged at their clothes in turn. The bed springs creaked at every movement, which made everybody laugh.
Ted laid back on the bed as Julie and Angela explored the mountain that was his dick.
"You weren't kidding about his dick," said Angela between gasps. "It's huge."
"He's my man," Julie said proudly.
Their eyes gazed at each other as they took turns swallowing him. Angela said she was wet from the sheer size of his penis. She could hardly fit him in her mouth. Julie, who is a really tiny woman, could deep throat him and quickly took over. Angela was slightly annoyed, thinking that Julie was showing off her skills as a cocksucker.
