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Subject: {ASSM} Story:  My Wife Linda - Part 10 (wife, cheat)
Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 13:10:03 -0400
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My Wife Linda - Part 10 By MikeB Comments to ManWHotWife@aol.com

   Copyright (C) by MikeB, 2001.  All rights reserved.  May be freely used
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   Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and
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this story do not appear with permission, but names have been changed to
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   My Wife Linda - Part 10.  Home from the Honeymoon...

   For those who have been following this saga regularly, things slow down
a bit now.  It's not me and my writing (I hope!) it was the situation.  Be
patient...  things will get better.  I'll try hasten through the boring
spell.

   Actually things didn't slow down right away.  Something happened almost
immediately a few days after we got back.

   Linda and I got back from our St.  Croix honeymoon on Wednesday night,
unpacked and went to bed.  We were too tired to even touch each other.

   As I drifted off to sleep I realized this was the first time since our
wedding that we had gone to bed without some kind of sex.  Well actually
I'd gone to bed without sex by myself most nights, but not Linda.  The only
time we'd had sex together was either when Linda finally returned late at
night or our sessions in the afternoons.  I realized also that I'd only
actually penetrated her twice out of the zillion times she'd made me cum.

   Thursday night we were exhausted and crashed as well.

   During Thursday and Friday I just hung around, napped, did a little
computer work.  We did laundry and a little shopping; basically did
nothing. I think the heat in St.  Croix took a lot of energy out of us.  We
rented a video to watch Friday night and ordered Pizza, after which we
still didn't "do" it.

   I woke early on Saturday, around 7AM.  Linda looked so sexy in the
little see-through nightieshe wore as she slept.  It was pink.  She wore
matching pink panties, a sexy satin pair with lacy trim, and no bra.  I
left her sleeping and went downstairs to my study to catch up on bills and
e-mail.

   Around 8 AM there was a soft knock on door.  Rick was there, coming to
welcome us back.  He wore a pair of red nylon soccer shorts and a t-shirt
and looked almost more tan than I did.  We BS'd for awhile, as I told him
about our Honeymoon.  I invited him to the back, into my little study that
was down a hallway off the kitchen and past the laundry room.  It's nice
and quiet, usually, back there.

   I couldn't help but remember that he and Linda had fucked twice before.
I glanced down at his shorts a few times; looking for the weapon?  I
couldn't see anything because they were very loose..

   I described the island, the beaches, the natives, the clubs and the
dancing.

   He said, "I bet Linda loved that," meaning the dancing.

   "It was her favorite.  She danced almost every night."

   He razzed me, "I bet you didn't dance, Mike!"

   "Fuck off," I jokingly said.

   He said, "Hey!  Nice way to talk to your best friend.  Well maybe I
will! So where's the beautiful bride?  You hiding her?"

   "No.  She's still sleeping.  The honeymoon seems to have taken a lot out
of her."

   "Mind if wake her up?"

   "No.  Go ahead.  I work to do.  I have to catch up on email for work,
and I have bills to pay."

   He grinned.  "That's ok, I won't get lost.  Be back in a bit." He left
my study and through the kitchen.  I heard his footsteps trail off as he
continued through the living room and toward the stairs.

   I waited about five minutes before tiptoeing after him and upstairs.  I
couldn't help but be curious.  Our bedroom door was shut.  I turned the
knob quietly.  It was locked.

   I put my ear to the door and all I could hear were Linda's muffled moans
and groans.  I got a hardon knowing that she was being welcomed home by her
stud.  It was dangerous to stand there, so I snuck back downstairs.  I
tried to do some bills, but my heart was beating too hard, so I just sat
there in a daze.

   It was a good 20 to 25 minutes before Rick returned.  His t-shirt looked
a bit wrinkled and his face was sweaty.

   "So where's Linda," I asked.  "I thought you were waking her up?"

   He got a big shit-eating grin and said, "I did.  She said to tell you
that she's coming."

   Linda came down a couple minutes later, still wearing her pink baby doll
nightie under a light robe.  She looked freshly fucked, though it could
have been mistaken for just waking up.  I felt a little funny that she was
dressed like that in front of him, but I didn't say anything.  It was too
late for that.

   We all went to the kitchen and stood there talking.  Linda puttered with
the dishes, pretending to try to rinse them.  Her heart wasn't in it.

   After a couple minutes I told them I really had to finish the bills, so
I went back down the hall to my study.  I heard them talking and then it
got quiet.

   Damn...  I really couldn't concentrate.  I snuck out of my office and
back toward the kitchen where I heard low murmurs.  I peeked around the
corner and saw Rick embracing Linda from behind, his hands massaging her
breasts.  Her head was turned back toward him as they French kissed.  What
a horny little slut she was.

   Rick was saying, "you need it again, don't you?"

   "You know you'd be too worn out," she giggled.

   "Trust me, I could take you on again," he challenged.  He squeezed her
tits hard and pressed his mouth to hers.

   "Mmmmmmmm...  " she moaned.

   I snuck quickly back to my office.  From the study I moved my chair
noisily, as if getting up, and walked down the hall toward the kitchen,
clearing my throat and making noise.  By the time I entered the kitchen
they had broken apart.  Rick looked extremely guilty.

   Linda pretended to do dishes but she was just holding them under the
water, not really washing them.

   She turned around to Rick and said, How about joining us for breakfast."

   "Sure," he said.

   "Is it OK, Mike?" she asked me.

   "Yeah, cool," I responded.

   "But I think we're out of things." She walked to the refrigerator and
rummaged through it.  "Could you be a Sweetheart and run out and get some
milk, bacon, eggs and bread, Honey?"

   I said, "sure."

   Nice move, I thought.  What could I say?  No?

   The store is about 10 miles away.  I drove slowly.  I got home about a
half hour later.  The two of them were sitting in the living room talking.
Linda had that rosy glow that she gets after being fucked nicely and Rick
was on the couch, legs spread, leaning back like a King.  If he were a dog,
he'd have been on his back with his head between his legs confidently
licking his cock clean.

   I sat across from them.  Again, I couldn't help but glance at his lap
looking for "it".  There was a quarter-sized wet spot on his red shorts,
where he must have tucked his still leaking cock back in after fucking her
twice.  This time I saw the outline of his cock bulging nicely down his
right leg almost to the end of his shorts, with the tip showing just
vaguely.  He hadn't worn underwear.  He wasn't even close to the size of
Cielo.  Still, it put me to shame.  I sprung a "semi" hardon looking.  I
was going to need relief soon, even if I had to sneak off by myself.

   We ate breakfast, pretty quiet for a bunch of friends.  Afterwards, Rick
said he had errands to run and took off.

   LInda grabbed me by the kitchen counter, and started hugging and kissing
me like a tigress.  "Hon, it's been three days.  I'm horny.  I miss... 
well...  the things we did last week.  Ummm...  I wouldn't mind if you
wanted to be my good little boy."

   We didn't even go upstairs.  I lay on the hard kitchen floor, Linda
knelt over my mouth.  She squeezed and dripped fresh cum onto my tongue as
I worshipped her.  She told me to be naughty and jerk off for her.  I
pulled my hard cock out of my robe and did her the honors.  I was extra
aroused knowing that I was being fed two full loads.

   We came at virtually the same moment, Linda squirting in my mouth as I
squirted in my hand and all over my stomach.  That orgasm was one of the
best!

   She was a very clean little girl when I was done.

   

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