Mr_Boobert
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Hey all.
I'm new to writing and have just written the first part of this story. Obviously I have much, much more to write.
Am I anywhere close? Any recommendations?
Thanks!
Mr_Boobert
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Wife for the Weekend
My wife, Cindy, and I had been married for a little over four years when she and Wendy started hanging out. Cindy was a small town girl, and when we met I dragged her away from her hometown and into the big city. It took a while, but she had finally adjusted to our new surroundings. Wendy went a long way to helping that.
They both worked in a law office downtown. Wendy was also from a small town, so they immediately bonded over small town chitchat and gossip during their lunches. Wendy was quite a bit younger than Cindy, and was as dark complected as Cindy was light. Her dark straight hair reached the small of her back and she often kept it in a sporty ponytail. Cindy on the other hand, kept her dirty blonde hair in a curly bob-cut. Cindy was also considerably taller and slimmer than Wendy who was more busty and curvy. They often jokingly referred to each other as, “my evil twin,” a statement that was both ironic and a testament to how much they thought of each other.
The two would often spend hours on the phone at night commiserating over lawyer X and this case or lawyer Y and that case or over Wendy’s latest no-good boyfriend. The later was a subject I would hear the most about. Inevitably, after their hours long bitch sessions, Cindy would curl up in bed next to me and tell me how happy she was that I treated her right and how lucky Wendy thought she was. I’d just shrug it off as not a big deal and that I only treated her like the Queen she was. Most of the time that’d lead to a serious fuck session before we’d drift off to sleep.
One Friday afternoon I got an email from my wife. She said that she’d been requested to assist with a deposition for some sleazebag Mafioso type a couple of states over and that she was running home to quickly pack a bag and catch a flight. She ended her email with a cryptic, “But don’t worry, I’ve left you a present at home so you aren’t lonely this weekend.” Odd, I thought. What could she possibly have left that would keep me from being lonely?
Several hours later, after I had completely forgotten about the mysterious ending in her email, I arrived home. I was exhausted from a long series of inane meetings and was looking forward to a quiet Friday night on the couch, cracking a beer and watching the Pistons lose to the Celtics. I quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen when I opened the door to see Wendy standing in my entryway.
“Hi,” she said shyly.
“Umm… Hi,” I replied looking around. “Umm… Cindy’s not here, she’s…”
I started to tell her where when I noticed she was wearing an apron and nothing else.
She blushed and looked down, handing me an envelope.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Just read it.”
“Ok…” I lifted the flap on the envelope still staring at Wendy’s ample cleavage.
I read the note to myself… twice.
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Dear Michael,
I’m so sorry I had to leave without talking to you about this, but it couldn’t be helped. I love you more than you can possibly know, and am so lucky to have you in my life. You and Wendy are the two most important people in the world to me, and I want her to be as happy as I am.
So… for this weekend, treat her as wonderfully as you treat me. She’s your wife for the weekend. Anything you and I do, you can do with her. Please treat her right and enjoy each other!
Love,
Cindy
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By the time I had begun reading the note for the third time, Wendy turned and started walking towards the kitchen. The site of her perfectly round naked ass swaying under the knot of the apron strings pretty much left me speechless. She looked over her shoulder and giggled at me as I stood there with the note in my hands, my eyes on her ass and my jaw on the floor.
A few beats later, I followed her into the kitchen. She was just bending over in front of the refrigerator as I came around the corner. Her pussy was in full view. Good lord, what a pussy it was.
“Guinness or Fat Tire?” she asked.
“Huh?”
She giggled again, looking at me from the side and never bothering to stand back up.
“I asked you if you wanted a Guinness or a Fat Tire?”
I stuttered, “Ummm… I …Gu… Guinness, please.”
She stood up and as she did, her left tit fell over the side of the apron. She giggled again and pulled the apron out and over it.
She reached over to the counter, picked up the bottle opener and popped the cap off the bottle. A small amount fizzed up over the lip and ran down the side of the bottle. As it reached her hand, she lifted the bottle and licked the side from bottom to top, never taking her eyes away from mine.
“Hope you’re hungry,” she said, handing me the beer.
“Ummm… yeah… I guess I am.”
“Good. Why don’t you go have a seat and I’ll bring dinner out.”
I nodded and turned taking a long pull off the Guinness.
I sat at the table and re-read the note. When I glanced up, I noticed the table was set beautifully. There was a nice bottle of wine in an ice cooler, many candles and two place settings. I downed the rest of my beer and reached for the bottle of wine.
“Ummm… Wendy?” I called, “Ummm… is this some kind of elaborate joke? I mean, is Cindy going to jump out of the closet and scream ‘Gotcha’ sometime soon?”
From the kitchen she replied, “No. It’s just as she said in her note. She wants me to know how wonderful the right guy can be, and she wants us to act like we’re married all weekend. It was her idea, too. Though, I have to be honest…”
She came around the corner carrying a tray of raw oysters on the half shell, two Cornish game hens, a bowl of beans and a bowl of steamed carrots.
“I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks,” she finished. She sat the tray down and smiled at me, reached her left hand behind her and undid the knot on her apron. It fell off of her and she stood next to me completely naked.
“Did you pour me some wine, honey?” she asked giggling as she said, “honey.”
It finally registered in my dense brain that this was legit and my cock started swelling. This was going to be a great weekend.
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I'm new to writing and have just written the first part of this story. Obviously I have much, much more to write.
Am I anywhere close? Any recommendations?
Thanks!
Mr_Boobert
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Wife for the Weekend
My wife, Cindy, and I had been married for a little over four years when she and Wendy started hanging out. Cindy was a small town girl, and when we met I dragged her away from her hometown and into the big city. It took a while, but she had finally adjusted to our new surroundings. Wendy went a long way to helping that.
They both worked in a law office downtown. Wendy was also from a small town, so they immediately bonded over small town chitchat and gossip during their lunches. Wendy was quite a bit younger than Cindy, and was as dark complected as Cindy was light. Her dark straight hair reached the small of her back and she often kept it in a sporty ponytail. Cindy on the other hand, kept her dirty blonde hair in a curly bob-cut. Cindy was also considerably taller and slimmer than Wendy who was more busty and curvy. They often jokingly referred to each other as, “my evil twin,” a statement that was both ironic and a testament to how much they thought of each other.
The two would often spend hours on the phone at night commiserating over lawyer X and this case or lawyer Y and that case or over Wendy’s latest no-good boyfriend. The later was a subject I would hear the most about. Inevitably, after their hours long bitch sessions, Cindy would curl up in bed next to me and tell me how happy she was that I treated her right and how lucky Wendy thought she was. I’d just shrug it off as not a big deal and that I only treated her like the Queen she was. Most of the time that’d lead to a serious fuck session before we’d drift off to sleep.
One Friday afternoon I got an email from my wife. She said that she’d been requested to assist with a deposition for some sleazebag Mafioso type a couple of states over and that she was running home to quickly pack a bag and catch a flight. She ended her email with a cryptic, “But don’t worry, I’ve left you a present at home so you aren’t lonely this weekend.” Odd, I thought. What could she possibly have left that would keep me from being lonely?
Several hours later, after I had completely forgotten about the mysterious ending in her email, I arrived home. I was exhausted from a long series of inane meetings and was looking forward to a quiet Friday night on the couch, cracking a beer and watching the Pistons lose to the Celtics. I quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen when I opened the door to see Wendy standing in my entryway.
“Hi,” she said shyly.
“Umm… Hi,” I replied looking around. “Umm… Cindy’s not here, she’s…”
I started to tell her where when I noticed she was wearing an apron and nothing else.
She blushed and looked down, handing me an envelope.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Just read it.”
“Ok…” I lifted the flap on the envelope still staring at Wendy’s ample cleavage.
I read the note to myself… twice.
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Dear Michael,
I’m so sorry I had to leave without talking to you about this, but it couldn’t be helped. I love you more than you can possibly know, and am so lucky to have you in my life. You and Wendy are the two most important people in the world to me, and I want her to be as happy as I am.
So… for this weekend, treat her as wonderfully as you treat me. She’s your wife for the weekend. Anything you and I do, you can do with her. Please treat her right and enjoy each other!
Love,
Cindy
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By the time I had begun reading the note for the third time, Wendy turned and started walking towards the kitchen. The site of her perfectly round naked ass swaying under the knot of the apron strings pretty much left me speechless. She looked over her shoulder and giggled at me as I stood there with the note in my hands, my eyes on her ass and my jaw on the floor.
A few beats later, I followed her into the kitchen. She was just bending over in front of the refrigerator as I came around the corner. Her pussy was in full view. Good lord, what a pussy it was.
“Guinness or Fat Tire?” she asked.
“Huh?”
She giggled again, looking at me from the side and never bothering to stand back up.
“I asked you if you wanted a Guinness or a Fat Tire?”
I stuttered, “Ummm… I …Gu… Guinness, please.”
She stood up and as she did, her left tit fell over the side of the apron. She giggled again and pulled the apron out and over it.
She reached over to the counter, picked up the bottle opener and popped the cap off the bottle. A small amount fizzed up over the lip and ran down the side of the bottle. As it reached her hand, she lifted the bottle and licked the side from bottom to top, never taking her eyes away from mine.
“Hope you’re hungry,” she said, handing me the beer.
“Ummm… yeah… I guess I am.”
“Good. Why don’t you go have a seat and I’ll bring dinner out.”
I nodded and turned taking a long pull off the Guinness.
I sat at the table and re-read the note. When I glanced up, I noticed the table was set beautifully. There was a nice bottle of wine in an ice cooler, many candles and two place settings. I downed the rest of my beer and reached for the bottle of wine.
“Ummm… Wendy?” I called, “Ummm… is this some kind of elaborate joke? I mean, is Cindy going to jump out of the closet and scream ‘Gotcha’ sometime soon?”
From the kitchen she replied, “No. It’s just as she said in her note. She wants me to know how wonderful the right guy can be, and she wants us to act like we’re married all weekend. It was her idea, too. Though, I have to be honest…”
She came around the corner carrying a tray of raw oysters on the half shell, two Cornish game hens, a bowl of beans and a bowl of steamed carrots.
“I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks,” she finished. She sat the tray down and smiled at me, reached her left hand behind her and undid the knot on her apron. It fell off of her and she stood next to me completely naked.
“Did you pour me some wine, honey?” she asked giggling as she said, “honey.”
It finally registered in my dense brain that this was legit and my cock started swelling. This was going to be a great weekend.
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