1. Beginnings


    Date: 2/28/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: ChuckEPoo, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    and lounge. I'll send you texts and updates throughout the evening." "Well, I guess all that’s left is for me to say, have fun. If anything happens, and you need me, I'll be there in ten minutes." "I love you. Stay up and wait for me. I promise we'll have fun when I get home.” ********** This was not exactly going as I had planned. When I first envisioned this fantasy, I pictured seeing his cock slide into her pussy, but now I'm resigned to just waiting at home, like a faithful puppy dog. After setting my briefcase in the credenza, I saw there was a sign on the kitchen bar, taped to the coffee pot. It said, “Thank you, Sweetheart. I love you ❤xxx.” She had said she would text me throughout the progress of the date. I reheated some leftovers, and sat there in my easy chair, trying to occupy myself watching the news, but my mind was elsewhere. I was being torn up inside. I was questioning the wisdom of this decision. My imagination was operating in overdrive. What were they talking about? Did they just skip dinner and go for the main course? Was he rough or gentle? Was he hung? A million thoughts flooded my brain. Regret was certainly on my mind. How could I be so stupid to risk the most important thing in my life? About six-thirty, I received her first text. "At restaurant. Waiting to be seated. He's a real gentleman." I was watching some mindless sitcom, when just after eight, she texted, "Dinner was wonderful, he's so witty and handsome. Going to dance awhile and have a ...
    couple drinks. I think you would like him. Talk soon. xxx." I sat there, just staring at the screen on my phone with total anticipation. At eight-forty-five, I received another text, "I'm soooo damn hot. My pussy is dripping wet. We're going to room now." At ten after nine, I get a text with a picture of a giant black cock, saying: "He's fucking huge. He's going to fuck me now. See you at home. Wait up for me, love. Xxx.” I stared at the photo. She didn't say he was black. That dick looked like it belonged on a porn star. It made my seven inches look like a cocktail weenie. It was ripping me up, thinking of her being pounded by that enormous cock. I was feeling every emotion in the book, all at one time - anger, lust, rage, jealousy, envy, all coursed through my veins at the same time. Just before two in the morning, I heard a car pull up in the drive way. The headlights were glowing through the curtains. I turned out all the lights and peered out the kitchen window. He was kissing her goodnight. Henry was much younger than me, and built like a linebacker, big and muscular. Lexi lifted up on her toes, slid her hand in his unbuttoned dress-shirt, and kissed him deep. I rushed back to my recliner as she fiddled with the lock to open the door. I pretended to be asleep. I heard the door open and shut, and the click of her heels on the tile. "Honey? You awake?" She said softly, and shook me lightly. "Oh, yeah. I'm awake. How'd it go?" I asked, looking at her through squinted eyes. ...
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