Chapter 5
As she prepared dinner, Andrea thought about Rob and Jo-Jo, and her pussy got so wet, it actually leaked down the inside of her thighs. Nothing compared to her husband's big gorgeous cock boring into her and reaming her pussy, and she knew Jo-Jo left his office a happy girl.
It would be a long time before she could top this outlandish escapade, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try! When Jo-Jo told him why she was there, the look on his face must have been priceless, and she wished she had been there to see it. And to watch him fuck Jo-Jo, of course.
When Rob came home, she ran to him and threw herself into his arms and gave him a big smooch. "Welcome home, darling. I missed you."
"I was only gone for the day," he chuckled.
"But I still missed you," she laughed.
He sniffed her neck, then between her tits.
"Mmmmm, you smell good. New perfume?"
"Musk," she replied. "I bought it today."
"Good choice." He held her at arm's length and looked at her hair. "I know you had your hair done today, but I've got to be honest with you, it always looks so nice, I can't tell."
"You covered your tracks easily enough with that one," she laughed. "I fixed you a martini to drink while you shower. Shaken, not stirred, the way James Bond drinks them. Don't be long, dinner is almost ready." She caught his look and continued, "I know you don't drink martinis, but they're becoming popular again, and I thought we ought to try them. I've already had two."
"Is that why you're so happy?"
"No, I'm happy because my loving guy is home, darling. Now hurry, I don't want dinner to burn."
He took his martini and went to the bathroom. He expected her to ask about Jo-Jo as soon as he came in the door, and was surprised that she didn't. Well, she would during dinner. She was too curious, and had to know what he thought of her latest outlandish stunt, to let it lie.
Andrea didn't mention Jo-Jo during dinner. She chatted about some articles she'd read in a magazine, about all the rain back east she'd heard about on the Weather Channel and how badly they needed rain, and for good measure, threw in her opinion of what she called some stupid comments she'd heard on C-Span.
She stood and started clearing the table and said, "What did you think of the martini?"
"It was surprisingly good."
"They make me horny," she chuckled.
"Breathing makes you horny," he quipped.
"Well, that's true, but I like the way martinis make me feel. After the first one, I could hardly wait for you to get home. After the second one, I was ready to rub my clit until it disappeared."
"Don't even think such a thing! You get yourself off regularly during the day. Why didn't you do it this time?"
"How do you know that I get myself off during the day?"
"I know you, sweetheart," he laughed.
"Well, I didn't do it this time because I wanted to wait for you."
He was sure she was going to ask about Jo-Jo now.
She stacked the plates and piled on the flatware and gave him a sly smile. "Would you like coffee and brandy in the living room?"
"Nope, I'll just wait for you."
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
When she came into the living room, he was standing at the bar contemplating trying his hand at mixing a martini. She turned him around and snuggled into his arms and gave him a wet smooch, happy to feel his hard body against hers.
T love you, darling," she whispered.
He reached for the buttons on the front of her dress, and she backed away and shook her head.
"Undress and sit down."
He cocked one eyebrow in question as he unbuttoned his shirt. "What gives?"
She unbuttoned her dress and shrugged it off her shoulders. "Did you fuck Jo-Jo?"
"You know I did." He finished undressing, sat on the couch and watched her. "That's why you sent her."
"Did she suck your cock?"
"Yes. Do you want me to tell you the whole story, or do you want to ask questions?"
"I want to ask questions. Does she give good head?"
"If you're asking if she's better than you, forget it, every girl has a different technique, and that's a parlor game I won't play. She's very good, and I enjoyed it, but she isn't better than you, just different."
"You always know what to say without hurting my feelings," she said sweetly. She stood with her hands on her hips, wearing only panties and high heel summer sandals. "Did she suck you off and swallow your cum?"
"Yes."
"Did you eat her pussy?"
"like you, she wants to get licked before she fucks."
"Did she like the way you ate her?"
"She must have, she came every time."
"Do you want to fuck her again?" She put one hand inside her panties and took a step closer, just to tease him, enjoying herself immensely. "And don't think you can get away with lying to me. I'm your wife, darling, not some little thing with hot pants you just met, and I know all about you."
"I wouldn't think of trying to lie to you. Of course, I want to fuck her again, she's a fine piece of ass."
"How many times did you fuck her this morning?"
"Twice, once on my desk and once on the couch."
"Did she cum both times?"
"She came lots of times, every time I did anything to her. The first couple of times weren't very good. She said she was too uptight about fucking her best friend's husband. It got a lot better as we went along, splendid, in fact. You might be interested in knowing that she-likes to suck a cock right after it comes out of her pussy, all wet and sticky with her juice."
"Why do you think I want to know that?"
"Because you do the same thing. Is that enough for now?"
"Look at you, sitting there with your cock sticking up so shamelessly, staring at me like some lecherous old man, like you could eat me up."
"That's exactly what I want to do," he said. "I might have some more questions. Let me think."
"You're really getting off on this, aren't you?"
"You have to admit, it's rather unusual for a wife to invite her loving husband to fuck another girl. When I sent Jo-Jo to you, I knew you would fuck her without a second thought. It doesn't matter how virtuous a guy thinks he is, how can he resist when his wife says she wants him to fuck another girl?"
"Actually, I did have seconds thought. I wasn't sure if it was another of your outlandish games, or if you were playing a practical joke. Jo-Jo wondered, too."
"When did you know it was for real?"
"When you called."
"I know how badly you want to fuck me, but you can't, not yet. Look." She pushed her panties down around her thighs, baring her hairy mound, tilted her crotch and ran her finger between the pouting lips of her pussy, then opened the gash and showed him some pink. "Doesn't it look good?"
"It looks wonderful," he said softly, sincerely.
"I've never seen you this turned on."
"The martinis did it," she snickered.
"Now who's trying to lie?"
"Yeah, you're right." She gave him a big grin. "Do you like me this way?"
"Well," he said dryly, teasing her, "it's a lot better than being saddled with an iceberg."
"Oh, darling, you wouldn't keep me if I was an iceberg. There are too many girls like Jo-Jo on the prowl, eager to give you everything you want, especially after they ride your magnificent cock and feel your clever tongue."
She eyed his cock hungrily, and he was sure she was ready to stop playing games and sit on it. Instead, she pushed her panties off and sauntered past him and sat on the far end of the couch, leaned back against the arm and spread her legs and smiled seductively as she crooked her finger at him.
"Put your fingers in me, darling, two of them."
He slid over and leaned down to kiss her pussy. She pushed his head away and pulled his hand into her crotch, stuck two of his fingers in her sopping hole and bucked at his hand.
"Oh, fuck, I love it," she sighed. "Don't rush, darling. Bring me up slowly, get me all worked up before you fuck me."
"You're already worked up," he chuckled.
She caressed his cheek with one hand and smiled. "Do me as well as you did Jo-Jo."
"You aren't in competition with Jo-Jo, sweetheart," he said softly. "Fucking her was fun, but you're my wife, my one true love. Don't confuse parlor games with love."
"More like office games with her," she snickered. "Hearing all the juicy details excites me, darling, and I like to be very excited." She hunched her hips slowly and brazenly played with her clit while he finger-fucked her. "Did you do anything unusual with her, like fucking her in the ass?"
"No, maybe next time we'll do something unusual."
"Does her pussy taste good?" She scooted toward him and bucked her cunt at his hand.
"Yes, very good. Why are you interested in how her pussy tastes?"
"Darling, I sent her to you, and I'd hate to think she didn't taste good." Her hips undulated a little faster. "I'm coming up, darling," she breathed. "Did she compliment you while you were fucking her?"
"She kept saying I'm a good lover, that she loved the way I fucked her, that my cock is gorgeous, and I don't think she was faking it."
"You are a good lover, darling. I'm glad you like girls. I've heard guys say they like their mates, but don't like girls in general, and I don't see how that's possible. If a guy doesn't like girls in general, he can't like his mate, can he?"
"I don't know, I don't have that trouble."
"Do you have any trouble?"
"None that I know of," he replied.
She hunched his hand real hard and whispered, "I'm going to cum, darling. Do you want to finish me, or watch me do it?"
"I want to watch you do it."
"Okay, darling," she whispered. "I like to cum for you. You sit over there and watch. Do you want me to do anything special?"
"Finger-fuck yourself while you play with your clit."
He took his fingers out of her cunt and sat back, staring at the thick, heavy lips of her lovely snatch peeking through her dense blonde bush.
She peered into her crotch as she pulled several long strands of her muff way out, combed them down with her fingers, then ran a finger through her slit. She looked up at him, smiled, and ran the tip of her tongue over her lush red lips. "You want to be depraved, don't you, darling," she said softly as she ran her finger up and down her slit, "to do all sorts of audacious, kinky things, want your wife to be a brazen hussy?" Staring directly into his eyes, she opened her legs wider and slipped a second finger into her squishy slit. "The way you make me carry on is simply shocking," she whispered as her finger slid up and down her steamy slit. "Next, you'll bring another girl to bed with us, probably Jo-Jo since you liked fucking her so much, and I'll have to watch you fuck her and she'll watch you fuck me. Your cock will get as hard as an iron bar and you'll fuck both of us until our teeth rattle. I'll have to agree, of course, you won't let me say no.
"God knows what will happen next. You'll probably find another couple you want us to swap with so you can have another tight pussy to fuck." She slipped both fingers into her hole and captured her clit between two fingers of her right hand. "Is this the way you want me to finger-fuck myself?"
He nodded silently as she pumped her fingers in and out of her slick channel and the squishy sounds assaulted his ears.
"When I fuck myself during the day, I use two fingers or a real big vibrator so it feels like your big cock," she whispered. "You won't let me say no to any of the depraved things you'll ask me to do, will you? I'll just have to do them over and over and over, no matter what you ask. I think it's simply dreadful." Her fingers moved faster and faster, her eyes glazed over with lust, and her face became flushed.
He knew she would cum soon, and the things she was saying! Either she was sending him a strong message, or she was merely rambling in the heat of passion. He would find out soon enough.
"Your cock is so hard, darling. Open your legs so I can look at it while I jack off. You like to watch me jack off, don't you? Do you like it when I go faster, like this?" Her hand moved so fast it became a blur.
His cock stood up from his loins like a flagpole, fully erect and ready for action. He cupped his heavy balls and pulled on his prick as he watched her get herself off. Her fingers flew in and out of her twat, her body shook and her eyes rolled back in her head as she mauled her clit and came.