Roleplay

I looked at my wife Lin as she turned away from the sink, the last piece of crockery washed, dried and ready to put away. At 52 years of age she still looked good, indeed, with her regular weekly gym workouts I’d have defied anyone to have argued she was any older than early forties.

She turned towards one of the cupboards and I allowed my eyes to wander up and down the rear of her slim, lithe body. She was wearing the outfit I had asked her to, a pink, close knit cardigan, a short beige skirt and a light coloured pair of stockings with what I was sure would be a pair of suspenders beneath holding them up.

It was a Friday night and with working away from home I’d been looking forward to tonight all week. I was sure Lin was too.

The two of us had discussed the matter on several occasions during the course of the week. It had been Lin’s choice to raise the subject. She’d done so on the Monday, little more than a day after I had left.

It revolved around a guy who she worked with. His name was Wade, a Young guy of some 23 tender years who had just moved down from the North of the country. It was Lin’s task to show him the ropes of his new job and over the ensuing weeks it became apparent to me my wife was enjoying her new role as mentor not least of all due to the fact, despite his age he had on more than one occasion, expressed more than just a working interest in my wife.

Now our relationship is such, Lin and I keep very few, if any, secrets from one another the fact this young guy had expressed an interest in her was no different. Lin had already told me of several instances during the previous weeks of his advances towards her. She had rebuked them all but as is her way she’d known, her recounting these events during our nightly contact would serve only to excite me. However, on the Monday just gone it appeared Lin had, in her words, “given in” to his latest advance and had accepted the idea he call round for a coffee.

From her descriptions of what had taken place when we talked that Monday evening, coffee appeared to be the one thing, NOT on his agenda but my wife being like she is, held back, leaving my imagination working on overdrive.

Subsequent chats on the following nights, the Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday managed to see me elicit pretty much the whole of what had taken place that Monday. To say my imagination had ‘peaked’ would be something of an understatement.

The fact is she knew, though it would also make me jealous, her descriptions would also serve to turn me on. Needless to say it was then I suggested, come Friday I wanted her to dress in what she had been wearing for him that Monday at which point I let it be known I would expect her to lead me through everything that had happened that night. If I ever had any doubts she would do so, the fact she was now wearing that same outfit was evidence to the contrary.

As she reached up towards the cupboard to replace the last of the crockery I moved behind her and slipped my hands onto her waist.

“Is this where it all started darling……here in the kitchen?”

I allowed my hands to slide upwards and over her supple breasts, my fingers teasing her soft pink top back and forth over each nipple in turn.

“Hmmm! Yes. I had turned to get some mugs from the cupboard for our coffee’s. that’s when he did what you are doing to me now, coming up behind me and sliding his hands onto my breasts.”

“Hmmmm! Somewhat forward wouldn’t you say? Did you not try to stop him?”

“I think I was too shocked.”

“Shocked eh? Are you sure you don’t mean excited?”

“Hmmm! Yes a little of that too.”

“Hmmm! And didn’t you think you were being a little bit naughty Lin? After all, you’re a married woman and there you were allowing this young guy, a virtual stranger to fondle you.”

“It was yes…but naughty can sometimes be good and I guess, being married is a part of what made it all the more exciting…illicit.”

“Yes. And was he good darling? Did you enjoy the fact he was petting these juicy breasts of yours?”

“Ohhh yes! I have to admit, he had this way about him. He was both gentle and firm at the same time. He had my nipples aroused in seconds darling.”

“And still I don’t suppose it crossed your mind for a moment you shouldn’t be allowing it to happen?”

“Yes it did.”

“And?”

“The idea what he was doing was wrong simply got me all the more aroused. It also occurred to me I’d be talking to you later and that I would be telling you how I had invited this young guy home for a coffee and of course, that I had been naughty and had let him touch me up.”

“And that thought was arousing?”

“Yes.”

“And how long were you letting him do this?”

“Quite a while.”

“Because of how much you were enjoying it?”

“Oh yes! Especially when he leant in closer and started to kiss the back of my neck. You of all people should know how that gets me darling….that and the fact his fingers were plucking at my nipples by then… He was tipping me over the edge and being honest, I didn’t want it to stop.”

“So were you telling him you wanted more?”

“Not in so many words!”

“But he got the gist of what it was you wanted?”

“Yes.”

“And what about pussy? How was your pussy feeling?”

“The truth?”

“Of course.”

“Horny!”

“Horny eh? You’d been with him what?