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I lay naked on the bed, my cock hard and throbbing anticipating Collets next touch. Collet, my beautiful wife of five years sat on the edge of the bed looking down at me, with a look of mischief and puzzlement.
"Are you sure about this, baby?" She asked, taking my throbbing member in her hand once more. I shuddered with excitement.
"Yes," I gasped.
"You really want me to go to the works party without you? Make you miss out when other couples or even single men will be there. Make you stay at home and do a list of chores for me?" She frowned and tilted her head slightly. "I know you have talked to me about this kind of thing during sex, but now you want me to actually start going out without you dressed in my sexy outfits?"
I nodded frantically, my cock throbbing between her soft fingers as they glided gently up and down its small length. My God, she looked so hot, her makeup was done to perfection, her black hair tied back into a pony tail. The black dress she was wearing was one of her shortest, coming well up her smooth toned thighs. The top of the dress was low cut, and her amply firm bust pushed against the material, threatening to spill out.
"I don't understand why honey, why would you want me to go out dressed like this and make you stay at home whilst other men will be trying to chat me up all night, whilst you are scrubbing the toilet seat."
"Because you are so beautiful, you deserve a better lover then me. I am not man enough for you," I gasped, my orgasm building up. Its at time like this that I just have to humiliate myself.
"I see," she nodded. "And you don't mind if I really get interested in another man, and want him to fuck me. You can handle that OK?"
"Yes!" I gasped, my hips humping off the bed into her hand. I was so close to coming now. The thought of her going out without me for real. God, so close its on it way...
She suddenly took her hand away and slapped my cock hard. I yelped and looked at her with startled eyes. "You can wait for your orgasm until I get home, if I am not to tired that is. You can get dressed now and drive me to the party, then get back here to start your list of chores I have written you." Standing up, she tugged the hen of her short dress down. "Yes, I think I could get to like this new life style," she beamed.
To be continued.....
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We drove to her works party in silence, lost in out own thoughts. The smell of her perfume filled the car with its sexy aroma. My cock pressed hard against my jeans as my eyes shifted every now and again from the road to her silk smooth legs, up to her ample bust, then her angelic face. With her hair up in its pony tail, she looked stern, a young dominant woman, which I hoped she would become. Her eyes remained fixed ahead, though I knew she was aware of me constantly checking her out.
I parked the car outside the Rex Club where her works party was being held, and she finally turned to me, her eyes sparked with mischief.
"I want all those jobs doing off the list I have left you, and I mean properly. I will be checking when I get home, If I am not too takes," she giggled.
"I will," I said excitedly.
"Good boy," she said, and my cock twitched at her choice of words. "This is going to be fun tonight! I will see you later."
I leaned across to kiss her, but she stopped me. "No, you might mess up my makeup!" Her hand squeezed my hard on, and she smiled with satisfaction, before climbing out he car.
"Hi Collet!" A male voice called out. I swallowed when I saw Jamister walk over to her. He worked in the stores department, and was 30 years old, five years older then my wife and myself, and I knew Collet liked him.
"Hi," she grinned back, and they began walking off towards the party together.
Jamister turned towards me just before they went inside and said something to Collet. She turned and looked at me too, and laughingly said something to him, which made him laugh also, before they turned and vanished into the club.
I am sure if I had touched my cock I would have shot my load in my jeans. As I drove off to my list of chores I wondered what it was she had told him.....
To be continued........
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