My Amazing Wife, Part 2
By late Thursday we had moved her into my apartment. During the course of our conversations she let me know that no matter what, if she were pregnant, she was keeping the c***d. We considered marriage, but with her current job uncertainty, “and other things,” she was not sure that was a good idea. The problem was, that we could not keep our hands off of each other. We spent most of the time in my apartment casually nude. We conversed, cooked, lounged around, fucked when we felt like it. It was amazing to me. We would be talking about the most serious subjects, deep in conversation, while she slowly rode my cock, or be lounging on our sides, my dick buried in her from behind. During one of those long, languid, conversational fucks, those “other things” came to light. She told me that independence for her was the most important aspect of her life. She wanted to know that no matter what happened in life, that she was always in a position to “make it on her own.” And it went deeper than that. She said that she wanted the ability to “get a little strange,” whenever she wanted to, with no strings and no guilt and no judgment from anyone. Anyone she would consider marrying would have to agree to that up front. If she wanted to, she was going to fuck anyone she wanted to, whenever she wanted to, and her husband would have to agree to that, or no deal. She had me thinking... “could I agree to that?”
Thursday turned to Friday. We lived nude. At times, we fucked madly, passionately. At times, we fucked slowly, as an aside to deep or casual conversation. We laughed and joked while we fucked, we read while we fucked, we ate breakfast, lunch and dinner while we fucked, we washed dishes while we fucked. Nearly every time I came, I came in her. “Damage is done,” she'd say, “fuck it.”
Late Friday night she called her home answering machine to check in and learned that she had been offered the job in town, and could she come in the following Monday to finalize the details. We were both elated at the news. We decided to go out to celebrate.
We showered, fucked under the flowing water then dressed to go out. She looked stunning in a loose white silk blouse, her nipples stood out subtly under the material. Her jeans were not tight, but fit her figure perfectly. Sexy but not trashy. It was a clear, warm night and we mounted the Triumph to head out. A short ride to the local pub turned into a more extensive tour about town. The sensations of her leaning on my back, arms around my waist, and the warm night air were intoxicating. We made it to the pub a little after 11, and walking in with her on my arm, conversation momentarily stopped. A few of my riding mates were there, and after we got our drinks we walked out to the deck area where they were gathered.
Greetings and introductions were made all around some laughs and whistles ensued. “Charlie, where have you been hiding her?” was the most often made remark. Linda fit right in, meeting the group's remarks with clever sarcasm and wit, and a typical increase in lewdness. Rachel and Heather, our groups' “adopted” lesbian couple couldn't keep their eyes off Linda, and I caught them occasionally whispering to each other. Linda noticed it too, telling the pair that keeping secrets from the group was rude. Louis, one of the crazier guys in the group piped up with “I'd say Rachel is figuring out how to get her fist in Linda's pussy!” The group erupted with laughter and whoops, and Rachel blushed red, and after a pause, looked right at Linda and said, “Damn straight .” More howling, then Linda replied, “Be careful what you wish for...turnabout is fair play!” then stood up, walked over to Rachel and kissed her long and hard on the lips. Shock and awe. Heather shook her head saying “Rae, I think you met your match.” This was turning into a very interesting night, to say the least.
We closed the bar at 2AM. The group split up and went their separate ways. Rachel, Heather, Linda and I were the last to leave. Linda and I got on the Triumph and started back to my apartment. About half way there I glanced in the rear view to see the unmistakable profile of Rachel and Heather's side car rig following us. I tapped Linda's thigh, and motioned rearward with my thumb. “Oh, yeah,” Linda said, “I invited them back to your place.” My mind was racing... she's testing me, testing my resolve. She did say “strange,” didn't she?
We arrived at my place, Rachel and Heather just behind us. The four of us entered the apartment, and as I flipped on the light, Heather and I witnessed Rachel throwing Linda up against the wall. Rae's hand firmly gripped Linda's pussy through her jeans, and Rae told Linda, “you are one wise ass bitch, aren't you?” Linda, completely nonplussed replied, “you have no idea, honey.” Heather and I looked at each other, incredulous, and Heather said to me “well, I guess its on! Let's just sit back and dig it!”
Thursday turned to Friday. We lived nude. At times, we fucked madly, passionately. At times, we fucked slowly, as an aside to deep or casual conversation. We laughed and joked while we fucked, we read while we fucked, we ate breakfast, lunch and dinner while we fucked, we washed dishes while we fucked. Nearly every time I came, I came in her. “Damage is done,” she'd say, “fuck it.”
Late Friday night she called her home answering machine to check in and learned that she had been offered the job in town, and could she come in the following Monday to finalize the details. We were both elated at the news. We decided to go out to celebrate.
We showered, fucked under the flowing water then dressed to go out. She looked stunning in a loose white silk blouse, her nipples stood out subtly under the material. Her jeans were not tight, but fit her figure perfectly. Sexy but not trashy. It was a clear, warm night and we mounted the Triumph to head out. A short ride to the local pub turned into a more extensive tour about town. The sensations of her leaning on my back, arms around my waist, and the warm night air were intoxicating. We made it to the pub a little after 11, and walking in with her on my arm, conversation momentarily stopped. A few of my riding mates were there, and after we got our drinks we walked out to the deck area where they were gathered.
Greetings and introductions were made all around some laughs and whistles ensued. “Charlie, where have you been hiding her?” was the most often made remark. Linda fit right in, meeting the group's remarks with clever sarcasm and wit, and a typical increase in lewdness. Rachel and Heather, our groups' “adopted” lesbian couple couldn't keep their eyes off Linda, and I caught them occasionally whispering to each other. Linda noticed it too, telling the pair that keeping secrets from the group was rude. Louis, one of the crazier guys in the group piped up with “I'd say Rachel is figuring out how to get her fist in Linda's pussy!” The group erupted with laughter and whoops, and Rachel blushed red, and after a pause, looked right at Linda and said, “Damn straight .” More howling, then Linda replied, “Be careful what you wish for...turnabout is fair play!” then stood up, walked over to Rachel and kissed her long and hard on the lips. Shock and awe. Heather shook her head saying “Rae, I think you met your match.” This was turning into a very interesting night, to say the least.
We closed the bar at 2AM. The group split up and went their separate ways. Rachel, Heather, Linda and I were the last to leave. Linda and I got on the Triumph and started back to my apartment. About half way there I glanced in the rear view to see the unmistakable profile of Rachel and Heather's side car rig following us. I tapped Linda's thigh, and motioned rearward with my thumb. “Oh, yeah,” Linda said, “I invited them back to your place.” My mind was racing... she's testing me, testing my resolve. She did say “strange,” didn't she?
We arrived at my place, Rachel and Heather just behind us. The four of us entered the apartment, and as I flipped on the light, Heather and I witnessed Rachel throwing Linda up against the wall. Rae's hand firmly gripped Linda's pussy through her jeans, and Rae told Linda, “you are one wise ass bitch, aren't you?” Linda, completely nonplussed replied, “you have no idea, honey.” Heather and I looked at each other, incredulous, and Heather said to me “well, I guess its on! Let's just sit back and dig it!”
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