So I’m at work going over all these thoughts when my fiancée texts me to say she’s sorry she fell asleep before we could have sex last night. I remember to myself that she said she wasn’t in the mood to have sex with me and quickly nodded off to sleep leaving me to jerk myself off after fingering her curiously wet pussy.
She texts me that she will make up for it that evening and to look forward to a sexy evening. I’m happy that she’s in a loving affectionate mood and tell her I love her so much. She sends me a pic of her in her sexy lingerie. She looks so great in the photo. It’s a Live Photo so the is about a second or two of motion. In the pic, she’s squeezing her tits together with both upper arms while her right hand is rubbing her pussy through her panties. It’s on this bounce mode so it looks like she’s continually masturbating. Her brown eyes look like she’s staring deeply into mine. I’m so horny for her.
I lock the studio door, lie back on the couch, and start to jerk myself off. Staring at her photo, for some reason I start fantasizing about her getting fucked gently but deeply by a big hard cock. For some reason, I start picturing her with D the bodyguard, and start rubbing faster. I imagine I can barely see her slender 5’2″ frame under his large muscular body, just her arms around his back and the sides of her boobs showing out from each side under her chest. Just as I’m about to cum there’s a pounding on the studio door.
What the hell, I think, there’s still a half-hour until the session is supposed to start. I quickly and embarrassedly pull up my pants and unlock the door. It’s the artist saying he wanted to get an early start on background vocals. With him are this young trio of very sexy young black girls. It’s his new supergroup he says and they are going to help make this track a huge fucking hit. I go to close the door and the door pushes me back with a strong thrust. It’s his bodyguard. He pushes through the door. He grunts at me and pushes me to greet the threesome of women. He’s pure charm and the girls are just eating it up.
“Hey man, where’s your hot wife,” he asks. “She’s some fine ass for a white girl.”
I’m equally appalled and embarrassed to be talked to this way. The girl smirk and the rapper laughs at me.
D continues, “Hey man, I’m just playing. It’s all good, right?” and gives me that big pat on my back that I hate which almost pushes me over.
For some reason, the first words out of my mouth are thank you. Everyone cracks up and I ignore it and go out to the live room to set up the mics and headphones for the girls.
The morning goes by fast. The girls are tight. It’s all coming together nicely. The track is sounding great. I’m focused and then my fiancée texts me. She’s coming by again for lunch she tells me. She usually asks if it’s a good day and if I have time. Nope. She’s coming over.
I get a ring from the front desk that my fiancée Susie is here. “Invite her in the studio man. I want to check her out too,” the rapper says. The front desk girl overhears and says she’ll buzz her in before I get a chance to protest. She comes in wearing a tank top, no bra, and what looks like her yoga pants.
She greets the woman and introduces herself to the client who gives her a good looking over and a hug D.
A little small talk all around and she somehow mentions she had a fun time partying yesterday with D. The rapper is chuckling to himself. My head is all mixed up.
Lunchtime rolls around but they want to keep working. I see D whisper something in Susie’s ear. She comes over and asks softly in my ear, “D asked me if I wanted to do some more lines out in their SUV. I’m gonna go join him again. Thanks, honey, I love you.” She kisses me on my forehead and takes off.
D returns about 45 minutes later and takes a seat on the couch next to one of the girls. I notice them chatting and she starts to snicker a bit, looks over to me, and gives me a sexy smile. I’m flattered by her attention and smile at her. The rest of the day goes by well and we finish up a little early. I drive home and let myself in. I hear some moaning and heavy breathing from the bedroom and find my fiancée naked on the bed on her hand and knees guiding her vibrator in and out of her. I can see her ass in the air and the rabbit part of the dildo on the outside vibrating against her clit. She’s shaking all over. She grunts and orgasms a few times and crumples on the bed.
“Honey?” I say softly.
“What the fuck?” she yells. “Oh my fucking god. You scared me half to death. Don’t ever sneak up on a woman like that. Your ass.”
I try to apologize for frightening her while she straightens up and gets dressed.
“That was fucking hot,” I tell her.
“Fuck off,” she says and then gives me a sweet smile. “You can make it up to me by taking me to a nice meal and some overpriced cocktails.”
So we headed out to dinner. She ate and drank a couple of drinks. I think to myself, ok tonight I’m gonna talk with her about my suspicions. I’m gonna play it cool with no judgment. I want to find out what’s been going through her head and ask about her and Darnell the bodyguard, her new apparent BFF. So we talked and the things she told me blew my mind.
It’s late. I’ll try to finish this if I have time in the next day or two. She’s fast asleep next to me purring like an angel. God, I love her.
Part 5
So my fiancée Susan and I went out for an expensive dinner and cocktails. Susie had a couple of drinks during dinner while we talked about where we’d to go on our next vacation. I’d been pulling in a generous paycheck working on hip-hop and R&B for a few years. I suggested visiting Europe but Susie still had her mind set on an Oahu resort again.
“Honey,” she gently argued, “remember how much fun we had at the resort. Sunning on the beach and dancing in the bar.”
“Yes, baby,” I agreed as my memory flashed to her drunkenly grinding against other men those evenings in Hawaii. I instantly got hard thinking of how that one rich businessman looked like he was practically fucking her that one night. I had used that in one of my sex fantasy stories that I liked to tell my fiancée during sex.
Well, Susie and I don’t have sex per se. She tells me she prefers her vibrator because I’m “too big.” I always find this strange because her vibrator is a lot thicker than my cock. She typically cums six or seven times during our sessions with her deeply fucking her dildo while I jerk off lying beside her.
Anyway, in that Oahu resort bar story fantasy, we would have invited the businessman up to our room for more drinks. With Susie sitting next to him on the couch, they would casually start kissing. He would then have reached between her legs to rub her panties under her short skirt. Pushed her panties aside he’d start finger-fucking her while we all sit and chat like nothing was going on. Susie would just gently moan every so often while we all talked and had drinks. When I get to this part of the story, Susie would start to cum. I love getting her off with my stories.