This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.
Was originally submitted to Loving Wives Category.
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Coming home from work I didn't expect to find my husband already home and sitting at our dining room table, the scent of weed filling the air. He only used it occasionally so I wasn't going to complain even though I'd never developed a taste for it.
"Robert is everything alright? Did the doctor say anything during your appointment?"
"No love," the smile crossing his face didn't quite seem to reach his eyes, "The doctor just wanted to follow up on some test results from that incident last month." For some reason, I wasn't completely sure I believed him. "Let me guess, Alex, is still being his relentless self," as he realized I was dressed in just a well-filled sports bra and yoga shorts, "not that I can blame him. I'll say one thing, he's done wonders for making sure you stay in shape. Isn't that the same combo you wore when you dropped by my office to see if you could earn some extra credit in my class?"
Glancing down I realized he was indeed correct, it was the same outfit I wore when, as a struggling university junior, I paid my recently divorced and extremely good looking older professor an after-hours visit to discuss my grades. I hadn't been surprised to find myself naked on his oversized desk nor was I naive enough to believe I was the only coed who'd ever found herself on the receiving end of his magnificent cock. The real surprise was not in the sheer number of times he was able to make me orgasm or how well and truly fucked I was when he finally unloaded deep inside of me. No, truthfully the biggest surprise came when after we both caught our breath he asked if I would like to go out for coffee with him sometime.
We dated in secret for the rest of that year and then openly during my senior year as I was not in any of his classes. There was a lot of discussion around campus that year especially concerning our sixteen-year age difference and in truth, neither set of parents were particularly happy when we married not long after I graduated. His mother was at least hopeful for the possibility of him finally producing a grandchild while mine had difficulty with the idea of a son in law only a couple of years younger than themselves. With his tenure at the university firmly set, it made sense I try to find employment locally and with the help from a couple of friends of his I was able to land a job that not only paid fairly well but allowed me to make use of my degree. I've been with them for four years now and my only gripe began about three years ago when they brought in Alex and his incessant flirting.
"You know Nikki, part of me finds it funny that you go to the gym every time he frustrates you." Getting up from his chair and stepping close, he rested his hand on my bare stomach just above my shorts before pushing his fingers under the stretchy fabric and down through the sparse black hair until the tip of his middle finger was resting right on the hood of my clit. "I can't help but wonder if you're trying to work off some hidden desires." Moving his finger in small circles he was able to draw a moan as my pussy was flooded with my juices. "You haven't cheated have you?"
"No," I struggled to say, my voice ragged as his fingers dipped between my lips briefly before resuming their lazy circles around my clit. "I've been good I swear. You promised me a special surprise if I kept edging and I have but it's been two weeks already." My fingers clutched the edge of the dining room table as he quickly brought me right to the brink and held me there.
"You want to cum don't you?" he growled, "More than anything you just want to cum right now don't you?"
"Yes."
"Getting to cum is a privilege that you have to earn. Are you willing to do exactly what I tell you even if it's something you would otherwise never consider?"
"Yes." The desperation clear in my voice.
"Nikki, my wife the next time Alex asks you out I want you to say yes." Of all the things I suspected he would tell me to do that didn't even make the list.
"What? Nooo." My startled protest quickly dissolved into a moan as he skillfully manipulated me.
"Do you want to cum?"
"Yes."
"Will you do as I say?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now, what do you think of Alex?"
"I, I can't stand him." My brain was barely functioning as I struggled to say the words.
"Why not? Describe him to me."
"He's tall. Oh, fuck please just let me cum." I knew begging would be a fruitless endeavor but I had to try.
"He's tall," he said ignoring my request, "go on."
"He's tall," I repeated as flashes of Alex from last summers company pool party sped through my mind, my hips involuntarily trying to grind on his fingers, "really built, oh fuck good looking, and from the looks of things really hung. Most of the women in the office want him to fuck them and are jealous he keeps asking me out."
"Are you attracted to him?"
"What, no." It's sad when you're trying to be defiant and it only comes out as a whimper. "Dammit, you're not letting me think straight."
"I don't want you thinking straight Nikki if you're thinking straight you might try to lie to me and I want the truth. Are you attracted to Alex?"
"Yes, but I'd never."
"Never what?"
