Wife's Revenge

wehstar

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I leave the office and get into my car, "Jesus Christ" I say out loud to myself. This is a bad situation I've managed to get into - my secretary seems to have gotten to be a close friend to my wife over the last year... and now... she came onto me again today. That's twice this week. Laura is attractive, in the stereotypical blonde bimbo way. Yes sure, there's a part of me that wants to massage those big tits between my hands, rip open that top and suck on those nipples before bending that ass over my table and fucking her hard. Jesus, it's hard to resist, I mean what red blooded male would turn her down? Constantly dressing innapropriately for work, and bending over in front of me telling me how much she loves anal.

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But I'm a married man. I'm so proud to be with Jenni, she's perfect, and that's all the motivation I need to steer clear of that mynx. But what do I tell Jen - that her friend is hitting on me? She doesn't know many people since we moved here and they seem to get on so well. Maybe the best think is to say nothing. But that's deceiptful, I don't like it.

As I pull my car into our neighbourhood, a picture message arrives into my phone.

"Thinking of you sexy, waiting for you x"
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Jenni woke up late in the afternoon, naked from the night's adventures with her husband. With a delighted smile, she sat up and rolled off the bed, not bothering to clothe herself as she went about her daily household routine. She did the dishes, vacuummed, dusted, and did the laundry in a mere two hours.

Now it was three o'clock, her husband would be home around 3:45. She decided to finally dress in a denim skirt and black camisole that barely held in her ample bust. She didn't bother with lingerie or undergarments of any kind. With still another half hour to kill until her darling returned from his day of money earning. She picked up her phone and dialed the number of her husband's secretary, Laura. They had gotten close over the past few weeks and started chatting every few days.

"Hello?" Laura's voice greeted her.

"Laura! How's work?" Jenni asked, launching the two into a conversation about an unruly, annoying customer. They talked for almost twenty minutes until someone came that required the screatry's assistance, ending the call.

For the next ten minutes, Jenni watched her favorite soap opera until she heard the sound of a car in the driveway. She sprung to her feet and padded outside, greeting her husband as he took the walkway to the front door. "Welcome home!" she said, kissing him warmly and falling into step beside him. "What do you want for dinner?"
 
I took Jenni into my arms as warmly as she had greeted me, and with as big a smile. Not noticing the message that had pinged into my phone because I had been lost in thought, I laid my wallet, phone and keys out on their normal place on the table, along with a small classy looking gift bag from an adult store where I sometimes bought Jenni gifts of lingerie or kinky little toys.

Holding her by the hips... my eyes wide open at her revealing tight outfit.

"What do I want to eat? Mmmm now baby... you look just delicious yourself!"
 
She giggled at his compliment and pretended to be uniterested, "Well now, I was banged like an animal by an amazing man. I don't know how much more I can take."

But when she refocused on her husband, she giggled again, "I guess I can take...a lot more." and she kissed him, nearly having to stand on her toes. He wasn't the tallest man around, but he was perfect for her tiny body. She dug her fingers into his back pockets and her tongue probed his mouth, wanting some fun before dinner got started. She wrapped a leg around his, her bust pressed tightly to his chest as she sighed into his mouth.

She was lucky, she knew. Gary would have been snatched up by someother gold-digger had she not come along and sworn to love him unconditionally. She was lucky she didn't have to work, and was lucky she was out of her former profession, one she didn't like to think about for long.
 
She was all over me... I'd had a stressful day, unlike Jenni who had been at home all day, and I wasn't necessarily in the mood. Though having said that... Laura bending over in front of me all day and talking suggestively had whetted my appetite... then coming home to my Jenni dressed like that.

As she grips my ass I do the same to her... one of the reasons I instantly fell for her... even if it's crude it's true, was that tight little ass. She obviously works out to maintain that figure, anyone can instantly see that, and I only benefit from the fact that she is 10 years younger. Even when my cock is red raw she keeps coming for more, but hey I just have to live with that and the occasional disapointed look on her face when I'm worn out.

I bought us something new to try, I say, as I hand her the fancy gift bag. I know what is in there, and wonder what she'll think when she sees the four limb restraints designed to attach a wrist or an ankle to furniture.
 
She feels him fondle her ass in return to her actions and moans lightly. After a few minutes, he pulls away and dangles a gift bag before her.

"I bought us something new to try." he says, handing it over. Excited, Jenni takes it and peeks inside, but can only see tissue paper, so she is forced to tear into the bag. Gasping in excitement, she holds up the restraints, giving them a tug to test their strength. Perfect.

"Oh, Gary they're great! Perfect! Just so we can play out your dreams!" she gives him another kiss, then turns to the kitchen, walking towards it only to stop and bend down to set the gift bag beneath the stair case with the other gift boxes and bags for future birthdays and holidays. As she bends, her skirt rides up, showing a peek of perfectly shaved pussy. Then, slowly, she straightened and entered the kitchen, hips swaying.

"How about chicken and rice?" she called over her shoulder, examining the pantries and fridge.
 
"Sure chicken and rice it is, why not." I paused for a second, sitting down. Of course it's chicken and rice, it's Tuesday night and I'm not working away, so I'll be home about 3:45 for chicken and rice. Doesn't she ever want a change? Something more filling, or spicier, or something exotic. Not to worry, besides, I'm enjoying this view, which gets me thinking.

"What dreams are they then Jenni?" I ask, not sure what she means. I had figured when buying them that I'd tie her to the bed, and maybe have her do the same to me later. I have always been a bit too shy to tell her too much about my fantasies of visiting a leather clad Dominatrix, but I had mentioned it, not that the riding crop I bought ever got used haha, it's still there under the staircase.

My mind working overtime as they lock onto her sexy body... I've had enough of this bending over in front of me all day. I realise she won't be talking about any serious domination games, for her or for me. "Oh... I think I know... the one where you tie me up and give me a little striptease?"

I'd been asking for that one for years, but for some reason Jen always avoided it, I don't know why she is so shy about flaunting through dancing, she's fine with herself every other way.
 
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Pulling the chicken from the fridge, she nods. "That's the one! I've been feeling a little guilty lately, that you do all the work and I just get pleased, so maybe...tonight...we can do a little something for you."

Jenni turned and smiled, the package of chicken half unwrapped. Winking, she twirled the scissors she was using to cut the chicken free around her finger, "And we haven't really used a few other things under those stairs, maybe we can do some inventory tonight."

With a final wink she turned back to dinner, seasoning the chicken and setting it in the frying pan. To be honest, she felt Gary slipping away, becoming distant and bored. Was it because of the sex? The food? Was she too boring for him anymore? With a sigh, she poured the rice into the pot, putting the lid over it and leaning into the corner of the counter. What if there was someone else? Someone who was giving everything she couldn't? Money? Sex? Vacations?

"Honey?" she called after a moment, "Do you think I should...get a job?"
 
I've been feeling a little guilty lately, that you do all the work and I just get pleased, so maybe...tonight...we can do a little something for you. And we haven't really used a few other things under those stairs, maybe we can do some inventory tonight."
She's feeling guilty? Well maybe my tongue will get a rest tonight. I do love seeing her squirm with delight again as I swirl my tongue over her clit, hoping to bring her to orgasm, but it can leave a dull muscular ache at the back of my tongue.

So Jenni's going to do something for me? My mind begins to wander onto what she's thinking of doing for me. Her pert young ass unaware of how much it's teasing me as she elegantly slides around the kitchen in that skintight denim... maybe that'll be my treat for today. Jenni had always avoided any suggestion of letting me take her anally, so I never pushed it, but that's not to say that it wasn't upmost in my fantasy right there and then.

There was some filth going around in my head today. Before I knew it my head was back in the porn I'd been sifting through that morning; a perk of the job I guess you'd call it. But in my imagination right then Jenni was in the scene, on her knees before me. Her sweet face had been transformed; there was a dirty look from the corner of her eyes as her tongue licked the tip of my cock. As she slid her hand along my cock she begged me to cum for her. Thick strands of cum splashed over onto her tits before she teased the camera, playing with it and licking her fingers clean.

I shook my head, Jesus, shit I need to stop watching this stuff. That's not my sweet wife at all, she'd never do anything like that! What the hell am I imagining? It can't be healthy. I should focus on the meal ahead, talk to her about her day, something wholesome and respectable.

So that's what I tried to do, but before I could speak a quick jolt of panic set into my mind. She's going to go through those boxes of toys and sexy clothes I bought her? Shit! There were one or two items I'd bought that I'd never quite brought up the courage to give to her, instead stashing them under the stairs with the reast. I reasoned to myself, it's ok, it'll be fine, I bought them for a reason. But then again there was a reason I'd been too embarassed to give them to her when the moment came wasn't there.

I wasn't given too much time to linger on those thoughts though, fortunately she brought the conversation back onto an easier topic.

"Honey?" she called after a moment, "Do you think I should...get a job?"

Startled out of my thought process, I shook my head a little, out of surprise really. A job? She hadn't mentioned that in a long time. Sure, since we had last discussed it, the business had lost some market share, and I may have to lay a few people off, but there was no reason for us to need a second income. The business will pay those loans off so long as they renew some of the bigger contracts coming up soon, and Jenni had no reason to worry about that.

"A job? What's brought that on honey? You know you don't need to work, you're happy with our lifestyle aren't you? Is it more that you are getting bored at home? You've never had to work before have you dear, have you been having some thoughts on something you'd like to do?"
 
"A job? What's brought that on honey? You know you don't need to work, you're happy with our lifestyle aren't you? Is it more that you are getting bored at home? You've never had to work before have you dear, have you been having some thoughts on something you'd like to do?"

Jenni paused, calculating her response, "Well...I feel bad that I don't contribute.. I feel like...you might think I'm lazy." She shook her head quickly to clear it, "I don't know it was jsut a thought, like easy waitressing or something, just so I can help you." She slid the lid onto the pan and slid onto the arm of the sofa beside Gary.

"Honey." she began slowly, not wanting to step on his toes, but wanting the reassurance of knowing that no one else was in his radar, "Do you still think I'm...pretty? I mean, being around all those beautiful women all day..." she trailed off, thinking of his gorgeous assistant Laura and the actresses and porn stars that walk, barely clothed, if at all, right in front of him. She trusted Gary fully, but it was the women she didn't trust. Did they ever make passes at him? Try to lure him away?

Glancing into the kitchen, she saw steam drifting into the air from the stove. Biting her lip, she rose, squeezing her husband's shoulder before returning to the meal.
 
I followed her back into the kitchen, returning the reassuring squeeze on the shoulder as she stirred the cooking pot, I kissed her on the cheek and held her lovingly.

"Don't be silly Jenni. You know I have only eyes for you, and that's because you are so pretty."
 
Relieved, she sighed and melted against him. She always felt safe in his arms, from the first hug they ever shared, to those sweet moments at night when all she wanted to do was be held and cuddled.

She twisted her neck to kiss the edge of his jaw and smiled, "Thanks, Gary, that means a lot." Then she chuckled, "You're not too bad yourself." and gave him a quick kiss before turning around, hugging him, and then turning to the counter to start chopping carrots for dinner. They hadn't had them in a while and she knew Gary like carrots more than most vegetables, especially when she cooked them with butter.
 
"Not too bad eh?" I playfully pretended to be offended, but knew that she wouldn't take it seriously.

As she turned I decided not to let go, nestling the front of my body against her back, my left hand briefly massaging her ass before wrapping around to her bare stomach and holding her firmly. I wrapped her cute little body up in mine and kissed her as she chopped the carrots.

"You know we could always eat later.."
 
She giggled at his comment, starting to speak when Jenni felt him mesh against her and let out a short, breathy moan. His hand settled against her ass for a moment and electricity shot through her, making her gasp slightly before his hand rested against her abdomen, pressing her tight to his body, making heat flash through her and her head lean back against his shoulder.

His lips grazed her cheek and moved to her neck, giving her small pecks and suckling her skin. "You know we could always eat later.." he offered, mouth still pressed against her body.

Jenni gulped in a large amount of air and nodded, flicking off the burners without a second thought. Twisting in his strong arms, she now had her front pressed into the contours of his body, fitting perfectly against him. "You're right, dinner can be a little late tonight." She stood on her toes and pressed her lips against Gary's. His lips were warm and soft, making her melt. Her arms wove around his neck and twirled the ends of his hair, her lips parting for him.
 
I met her kiss with a familiarly comforting warmth, smothering her as she melted in my arms. The passion inside me grew. In reality, it had been festering all day, building with the sexual tension Laura had instilled in me. Now I was back with my wife and i could do what I wanted, because we're married and it's right.

As my tongue slid in and around her mouth my hands wandered Jenni's body. Our passionate embrace took me pushing my body into hers, my eagerness forcing a few steps backwards, out of the kitchen, until she rested back on the dining table next to the stairs. One hand on her shoulder, the other her hips, and I flipped her onto her back.

Stood over her for a moment, I peered down at those breasts straining against her top, and hurriedly unbuckled my belt as I bent down to kiss her exposed stomach. Starting from her belly button I worked down, until my cheeks met where the denim ended and her soft thighs began.

"So what did you say you wanted to do for me tonight babes?"
 
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