I pulled in the driveway and rummaged through my house keys. "I wonder what's cooking tonight?" I th...

1. Letter
I pulled in the driveway and rummaged through my house keys.
"I wonder what's cooking tonight?" I thought as my stomach growled.
It was a long day at the office and not very nice about it. The current flood of layoffs had us all on
edge, and the latest victim of the cuts he got his orders that day. My own work was safe and I was
dreading the next. However, I made it through another week, and now had the whole weekend to
look forward to and my beautiful wife spend their time s
I opened the door and sniffed. I was used to being greeted by the most enticing aroma. Jess was a
wonderful cook, among his many talents and her delicious homemade food greeted me every night
when I came home. Not that night it seemed. The house smell furniture polish and disinfectant, but
nothing edible.
"Jess? Are you there?" I called looked into the kitchen.
Nothing. She was not home. Jess works part-time, usually at home long before I was. She was
offered overtime, never refused. There was probably a message on my phone, but I could not bother
to look. My stomach protested again and my hunger needed to be filled.
I sloped into the kitchen, threw his jacket and briefcase breakfast bar stool and flung open the
fridge. I located a short walk yesterday's cake and a bottle of beer. That would be enough "to Jess
came home. Plonked me at the kitchen table and began to eat. This is when my eyes fell on the
letter. It sat on the counter leaning on toaster. Initially I thought that this note is to explain why Jess
was too late, but my heart sank when I looked at her.
The envelope was hand written in Jess' untidy scrawl, and was intended for "Robert." That was bad.
Jess called me "Rob" or "darling", never "Robert". Hated the name and used it only when she was
angry with me.'m a little cake stuffed in her mouth and turned over the letter sliding your fingers
under the non-corner ready to slit it open.
I hesitated, frozen letter in my hands. Why are you bothering me? What did I do? I loved my wife,
and after five years of marriage, we never fell. I was hoping it was not the first time. Only one way to
find out ... I took a deep breath and tore the envelope open. Inside, I found a sheet of paper, neatly
folded. I pulled it and how I did something clattered to the floor. I fell to my knees and fished around
under my chair to finally locate a small object. I immediately recognized the face. It was memory
stick. I opened the letter and looked at him over. It was written in Jess distinctive handwriting only a
scribble was scruffier than usual. It looked like it was written in a hurry. I bit my lip and began to
read.
"Dear Robert,
I love you. I have always been and always will be, but sometimes expensive really fucking piss me off
... "
What is it? What does it say? I read it again, just to be sure I was seeing things. No, my beautiful
sweet woman really wrote that I pissed it away! My heart began to pound. Oh my god, I held a

2. "farewell" letter in my hand? If you forsaken me? A wave of nausea tighten my stomach and I
disposed of the remains of quiche. I looked back at the letter.
"... And I'm angry. Okay, so you're tired after work and you're stressed out, I did not. But we have to
find time for yourself. Did we talk sex was a two-way thing. Not anymore."
Eh? Sex with Jess was great! We had sex the previous night, and it was wonderful. He always was. I
felt my cock twitch as I remembered how Jess lick my penis, my long shaft sinking deep into his
throat. I liked it when she did, and she clutched juicy lips around my throbbing head and sucked
hard, increasing the pressure with your tongue ... ooh, the feeling was so fucking good.
"Sex used to be a two-way thing?" What the hell was that about? Should he groaned, as I had when I
shot my load into her neck. I would have loved to swallow her and she lick me clean after savoring
every drop. She appeared to me blowing as much as I should, and yet, I loved oral sex; I've always
slept like a baby then ... oh fuck! I fell asleep right after last night. Was that a problem? I read on ...
"I tried for you, Robert, I always do it. Cooked for you I went to the store to buy beer for you, I even
dropped my laundry and iron his shirts, so you have a stress-free evening. Would you not still choose
to spend half night in the pub with friends and came home half cut and tired. Maybe if you came
straight home last night you would not fall asleep as soon as you cried. know that you needed a
release, Robert ... but that's how I '< br />
Shit! It was the sleep thing. I tried to stay awake, but I was too exhausted. What is going to the pub,
yes, I did it almost every night, but I did it so that I could vent their frustrations and concerns with
friends before coming home. I did not want to throw at Jess. Not that way anyway. I thought you
understood that?
"I work too, Rob and I do my job stressful. I need a way to relax and I do not get it, not from you
anyway. So I made you a short video, Robert, to show you what I did last night after he went to
sleep. This is something I do regularly these days. always alone, I hasten to point out, though I'm
burning for a partner, and if you can not stay awake, then I do not know, maybe I'll look elsewhere. "
I felt a lump in my throat when I re-read that last part. Have my wife just threatened me to leave? All
because I fell asleep? Shit! It was not that long ago that I'd fucked her and brought her to orgasm,
should it? No wait, it was. Oh crap! No wonder that she felt neglected.
"I hope it does not come to that, but we're not talking, Robe, we hardly see each other, and I'm
starting to wonder if I really know. Certainly do not know me. Look at the video, it is. Might shock
you This is what I like what I get off on I did before I met you, but I was never sure how to tell you
about that I have it now, because you do not seem to want me ... I'm sorry, If you find it disgusting,
but I want to share with someone, and I'm hoping it might be you. want some excitement back in my
life.'s not enough simply to please you anymore. "
I picked up the card and turned it in his hand. I wanted to watch her videos? I wanted to know what
my wife; my gorgeous, sexy, perfect wife did "get off" when I was asleep? What was it that I could be
revolted by? She was in some strange fetish that she never confessed to? Certainly not, that would
have told me. I knew perceptive and adventure. Damn, I was not fired cap is the first time I tied to
the bed and fucked my ass with a beer bottle! I loved it! What could be wilder than that?
My phone rang. Text of Jess, a long one.

3. "Rob, I'm stuck at work. Home ASAP. Suppose you're in the pub?"
No, I did not go at night. I would like to spend the evening with her.
"Rob, I did something stupid., If you get home before me please do not open the letter, I went into
the kitchen. I was angry when I wrote it, and I do not want you to see it. I" prefer to talk to you.
Please dispose of it. Jess x "
Well, that was something. At least he's still mad at me. Yes we would discuss. I hated the thought
that I treat her like a doormat, it was never my intention. I did not want to burden her with all your
business worries, but it seemed that I would shut her too much. It was time to be honest.
So, what is it Jess was admitted to? What she was not sure if I wanted to? I ran the memory card
between his fingers and looked back at the letter. I have thrown away as she said, when it comes to
video ... no, it was too tempting. Curiosity got the better of me and I just had to watch. I opened my
laptop and fired up. Jess memory stick slipped inside
There was only one set to stick with the title "what you missed last night!" This has to be one, then!
I've prepared.
The file was video recorded on the phone I think Jess. The first shot was on me, lying naked on the
bed in a very unflattering position. My flaccid penis was in full view and Jess zoom out
unceremoniously swept her while I slept.
Jess and the camera moved out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, where some commotion
followed as Jesse placed the phone on our heated towel rail and carefully lined up the perfect shot of
our bathtub.
"What the hell is he doing ...?" I muttered to myself.
All was soon revealed. Jess appeared on camera, butt naked and beautiful. My wife had a fantastic
body - long legs fixed, for Pert, toned stomach and those juicy rounded boobs. Jess' breasts were not
huge, but they were good handful, and when he woke her dark nipples stood erect, begging to be
sucked.
Jess stepped into the tub and I think my penis trembled as he lifted his leg and flashed her pussy on
camera. My eyes focused on her nicely trimmed pussy, so beautiful, so fuckable. My penis swelled
and my right hand gravitated towards him, stroking it automatically without the involvement of my
conscious mind.
"Watch and learn, Robert," said Jess on camera.
I looked at the screen, mouth agape, as Jess opened my legs a bit, licked his fingers and plunged
them deep inside her pleasant hole, probing in and out until creamy white drops of moisture oozing
out around her fingers move and the soft sounds of silence interspersed her wails on the soundtrack.
Looking at my stupid wife got herself her own juices flowing and my already swollen penis became
rock hard. I unzipped his pants and pushed them down around my ankles, which has a healthy
member of seven inches spring free and stand at attention when I ogled my excited woman pleasure
herself on camera.

4. Jess really got going. She threw back her flowing auburn hair and green eyes closed, fingers moving
faster. My penis hurt me when I watched my wife's prominent nipples harden and beads of sweat
form on his forehead. She moaned louder. Fuck, that was hot!
Then it happened ... let a sharp cry and knees trembled like a stream of golden liquid shot from
between her thighs. It poured her fingers still moving and splashing in the tub with an audible
hissing sound. I'd peed myself, got mad rush of power in our bath and she peaked at the same time
by the appearance of it. I've never seen a woman orgasm and pee at the same time so i sight i woke
up and fascinates me. I sat back, shocked. My wife did that in our bathroom and I slept!
Jess continued to finger herself, writhing in ecstasy as she brought herself to orgasm a second time,
her body shaking with the force of it. Her convulsions gradually subsided and sweating Jess kiss to
the camera, looking very pleased.
"That's what you missed Robert, but I'm willing to give you Action Replay! Maybe a little less time in
the pub with friends and a little more time with me, yeah, I want you to pee on me, Rob, soak me
with hot piss. I to cover me, I want to taste it. I'll suck your penis while you urinate in your mouth, if
you like, "she smiled, winking at the camera.
Shit! My wife was in pee games?
"Yes, yes, fuck!" I cried out loud as a picture Jess delicious mouth clamped firmly around my cock as
I peed in her throat, raced through my mind. Fuck that, let me go! My balls tightened and my penis
hurt me, it was so swollen. I wanted to come. I masturbate vigorously as I played video, drawing
himself as hard as my lovely Jess fingers herself to orgasm and pissed herself again.
I grunted loudly and came, dropping his load into my frantically moving his right hand and spraying
the notebook in front of me. I kept stroking my penis to my climax subsided and then I sat down,
breathing of my effort. My hand, trousers and laptop was a sticky mess, and I was wet with sweat. I
did not care; I had the sexiest woman in the world, and she was in the things I would have never
imagined that to think about, let alone. I loved it. I wanted to get the Action Replay, if I could ... and
some of them!
Beep! The text on my phone.
"I finally got home from work. Main about an hour.'ll Be there or you're in the pub?"
"I'll be there," I wrote back, and then quickly added, "Just leave the pub now."
It makes no sense to worry about it. I did not watch the video, so maybe it would be better if I
pretended I did not do it? Sure I could get my Action Replay without knowing that I considered it?
The plan formulated in my mind, but I'll have to be quick if I were to make it happen.
I quickly shut my laptop, wiped the splattered screen and pulled Jess "Memory Stick. I re-folded the
letter and put it back in the envelope, remember to refrain stick back too. Envelope with easy open-
type self-sealing and still looked intact, so I sealed it and carefully placed it exactly where I found it.
Now for the rest of my plan. I showered and changed then jumped into my car to hit the shops. Jess
felt neglected and that's not good. It was my wife and I love her dearly. The letter was a wake up call
in more ways than one, and I intended to act accordingly. Jess will not feel unloved that night ...
anything but.

5. Jess came home even later than expected would give me enough time to put their plans into
practice. Everything was set for "Operation Action Replay" when she finally appeared in the
doorway. Poor Jess looked exhausted and clearly worried. I saw her eyes flash on the kitchen
counter and the letter before I even had a chance to meet her.
"Jess, honey, you're home."
Jess beautiful face visibly relaxed on my greeting and her beautiful smile and white flowered.
"I'm sorry, I'm stuck in a meeting at work. Trying to get away the hours. Did you get my text?" she
asked nervously.
"Yes, and I, as described above. Your letter is there. What's the secret?"
"But Rob, it was a moment of stupidity rant. Thought I could get back before you came home, but ..."
"Never mind, nothing happened. I love you Jess. Know that, right?"
Jess nodded and clung to me, her hips swaying in her tight skirt and black patent leather high heels.
She held out her slender arms around his neck and planted a firm kiss on my lips. I shivered as her
full lips and her tongue probed my mouth. So, she was horny and was to entertain? Excellent.
"I have a surprise for you, my love," I said, when Jess went to kiss me and his hands went down to
my crotch.
"I see," she said while stroking my penis, to support its rapidly growing erection.
"The Sun Not yet! Come with me."
I reluctantly took her hand and led her towards the garden, where I set out my surprise. Jess looked
puzzled, but followed meekly. She gasped when she saw what I did.
On the side of our house we had a terrace, bordered on three sides by the bars "laden with the scent
of jasmine and honeysuckle, which smelt heavenly warm summer evenings. Patio was completely
secluded from the eyes of our neighbors. You'd have to literally peer over our garden gates, to see
what was going on. I recently bought a set of wicker garden chairs and a substantial table where I
set our best dishes, two champagne flutes and our dining room candlesticks. Also, I bought a
Chinese take-away and a bottle of expensive champagne year, which was cooling in a silver ice
bucket in the middle of the table.
Jess's eyes widened. "But Rob ... why?" he asked, looking around.
"Because I was the first at home and I can show you how much I care a lot. Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's fantastic ... and I'm starving!" announced.
I smiled. I pulled a chair Jess then dished out the food with them, watched with satisfaction as he
wolfed down, spilling juice over her chin hurry to eat. I jumped up to open the champagne and
poured it carefully into a flute, handed one to Jess.
"For us," I said, leaning forward and touched her glass with mine, "and to treat you the way you

6. deserve."
"But Rob, you," she said, putting her glass and comes to me.
She sat astride me, gently took my face between her perfectly manicured fingers. Her lips found
mine and I tasted champagne pot in his mouth when he kissed me deeply. She curled her bottom,
lifting her tight skirt over her hips so that only her thin panties and my pants a barrier between her
wet pussy and my penis is still hard.
She began to gyrate your hips, rubbing her groin against my penis. My heart rate function as blood
pumped furiously around my veins. I wanted it to. Ji I wanted to ... one swift movement pushed her
away and turned her bending her over the desk in front of me. She moaned deciphering as I stroked
her back feeling silky satin blouse material under his fingertips. My penis throbbed mercilessly and
desire to fuck her power over me.
I grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Jess stepped neatly out of them, spread her legs and
rubbed her crotch, fingering herself and moaning.
"Fuck me!" gasped. "Fuck me hard!"
I did not need asking twice. I fumbled with my pants and sent to earth releasing huge erection,
which was to maintain limited. My penis sprang forward substantial breaking Jess 'wet slit. Guided
by him in the position, eyes closed and head of my penis pushed on slippery heat Jess' cunt. I pushed
harder and penetrated her, letting out a grunt as I experienced unbearable nice wet effect Jess and
tight hole. still I push, the sinking of the length of my fat cock into my wife's delicate wet tunnel.
Jess groaned and pushed back against me. Her juices flowed and her cunt muscles contracted
around me as I moved my penis back and forth, caressing her, felt her comfortable humidity
encasing me. I moved faster, thrusting deep, slamming my balls against her smooth rounded
buttocks. Her cunt began to silence the most gratifying.
"That's it, shit, shit," exclaimed Jess.
I kept thrusting, pressure building in my balls, but I shot my load that evening and the next climax
would take to build. I would not come, not even for a moment, in fact, and as it was the night of
firsts, I thought ...
I withdrew from Jess slippery cunt and fell to his knees, grabbed her ass with both hands and thrust
my tongue deep inside her sweet hole. I licked it, sucking in her sweet juices and teasing her swollen
clit. Jess began to writhe and buck.
"Fuck me come!" she cried.
I kept licking and sucking like Jess shivered, her orgasm hitting her hard. She screamed like a
stream of clear fluid shot from the depths of her cunt covering my face and shirt with her hot girl
cum. I lapped her, love the taste. I've never seen Jess squirt so hard, and look at him, he hurried
after my orgasm. I felt the pressure building, I was close. Well, now ...
I staggered to my feet and ran his fingers through Jess tight pink ass. I nipped it in the saliva and
pussy juices before slipping his middle finger smoothly inside.

7. "Can I? Hello?" I begged.
Jess never let me fuck her ass hole, even though she fucked my on more than one occasion. I was
desperate to try it, and I would repay her. I watched the video, I knew exactly what I would return. I
pressed my rock solid penis against her tightly closed hole and waited. I could not go without her
permission.
"Do it!" she said. "Do it"
I let a moan and pushed. Jess relaxed her anal sphincter as my head slowly up her ass. The moment
of penetration was bliss - she was so tight. Again I pushed, sliding deeper. Jess growled and I
allowed her time to rest your ass down to meet me. Again I pushed exhale loudly as my entire length
disappeared into her tight, hot ass. It was so fucking good! Jess cunt was beautiful, but her ass was
so much tighter and narrowing felt wonderful.