Arthur Borrows My Wife Pt. 02

This story follows the continued adventures of Ken and Annie Dingle along with Ken's boss, Arthur Powers. You probably don't need to read "Arthur Borrows My Wife" to know what's going on here, but it wouldn't hurt. Part 3 will follow when I can get to it. Enjoy!

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The cruel beeps of my alarm startled me awake at 6:30 am. I silenced the monster, then took a minute to get my bearings. Slowly at first, then all at once, the memories of yesterday came flooding back.

The drive to Detroit, the excitement of the game, the carnal activities between Annie and Arthur in the backseat of - and then in front of - his car, and finally reclaiming my wife into the wee hours of the morning.

My dick jumped as I remembered our night. I was the second man in one day to cum in my beautiful wife's mouth. After I recovered, the feeling of sliding into her sloppy pussy was sublime. I would like to say that I lasted for hours, but I was too pent up and on edge to last long. I was glad that I'd held out just long enough for Annie to cum before I passed the point of no return.

In the afterglow, I tried to get her to reveal what she and Arthur were whispering about in the car, but she wasn't having any of it.

"That's private," Annie said firmly. "I know you have this week to decide about Arthur and me - and you know what I want you to say - but you have to know that if we go forward, you're not going to know everything. Some things are just going to be between him and me just like some things will just be between us."

That gave me even more to think about, which just added to my difficulty in falling asleep. It felt like I'd only been out for minutes when the alarm shook me awake. As I pulled myself out of bed, I was grateful that my parents had kept the kids for the night. In my emotional state, I'm not sure I could have handled the before school rush.

I climbed in the scalding hot shower and slowly returned to the land of the living. I was lost in thought when I felt a cold rush of air as Annie joined me.

"Room for one more?" she asked coyly.

"For you? Always," was my suave reply.

We took our time, washing each other, getting soapy and slippery. Annie used her round, soapy ass to her advantage, rubbing up against me and getting a rise out of my tired soldier. She bent over, guiding me into her wetness. I groaned, grabbing her hips, pulling them back as I thrust my pelvis forward.

"Oh baby," she said, looking over her shoulder at me through the shower steam, "you better fuck me well if you expect me to forget your boss!"

Annie wasn't playing fair. At the same time she was planting that idea in my head, she reached back, stroking my balls as I plowed her from behind. Despite all the activity her pussy had seen over the last 12 hours, she was still tight and using her experienced pelvic muscles to squeeze and milk my dick. She was doing her best to force a quick trigger again and I was putty in her hands.

"Do it baby," she said, interspersed with moans designed to make things even harder for me. "Cum in me just like Arthur did!"

She played me like a fiddle and pushed me over the edge. I roared, gripping her hips and thrusting as deep into her as I could go. My dick swelled and spurted what little cum I had left into her waiting womb.

I took a step back, letting my rapidly deflating dick slide out of her. Annie stood up, using the cooling water to wash her messy pussy while giggling at me. I was satisfied, but also embarrassed that the third time in just a few short hours didn't last longer.

When the water got too cold for us to handle, we climbed out and toweled off. I began getting ready for a day at work similar to, but so different from, all the others before. Annie and I shared a few knowing looks as we got ready, but nothing more was said about the prior night. After a quick hug and kiss, I reluctantly headed to the office.

I don't know what I was expecting that day, but it was eerily normal. Co-workers asked both Arthur and me about the game, but that's all we commented on. I expected a few knowing looks or comments from my boss throughout the day, but it was business as usual. That actually messed with me more, as I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to needle me about Annie, but he was the perfect gentleman.

The rest of the week followed a similar pattern to Monday. Annie's sex drive was cranked up to 11 while Arthur was rock steady. I tried to play private detective, searching for clues and trying to tie loose ends together. I'm not proud of this, but I even checked Annie's phone one night after she'd gone to bed, looking for texts and emails between the two of them. There was nothing. She didn't even have him down as a contact. Whether it was intentional or not, by going easy on me they were making my decision even harder.

In my quiet moments, I tried to figure out just what I was going to say when Friday inevitably came around. I'm sure it sounds odd from the outside, but Annie having sex with someone else wasn't the problem. We'd both experienced - and loved - that in the past and wanted to do it more in the future. I loved watching her in the throes of passion whether it was with me or another man.

The problem was how complicated things could get. We'd always played away from home to safeguard our lives and reputations. The last thing either of us wanted was word getting back to our families about some of our extracurricular fun. While on vacation, we figured that risk was near zero. In our hometown, with my boss, that risk jumped significantly.

I was still going back and forth in my head on Thursday afternoon when a calendar invite popped into my inbox. It was from Arthur, scheduling a "planning" meeting with me at 5 pm Friday afternoon. It didn't take a genius to figure out what kind of planning we were going to be discussing.

After the kids went to bed Thursday night, I settled in on the couch and attempted - with no success - to read a book. I was lost in thought when Annie slid in next to me, sweetly kissing my cheek. She looked like she wanted to say something to me, but just looked at me expectantly.

"I'll be home a little late tomorrow," I said, unsure if I really wanted to go down this road. "I have a meeting with Arthur at 5."

"Oh, ok. What's on the agenda?" she asked, knowing exactly what we'd be talking about.

"We need to figure out how many strippers to send to the Johnson Machines office," I lied. A punch on the shoulder told me she knew I was full of shit.

"Seriously, what are you going to say to him?"

I looked over at my sweet wife's face. She was biting her lip, clearly nervous and excited but trying not to show it. Thank God she never tried to play poker - the entire table would have read her like a book.

"I'm still not sure," was my honest reply. "If Arthur wasn't my boss, I would've said yes already. You know how much I love watching you and I know how smitten you are with him. But, this could be a huge problem. If something goes wrong, our whole life blows up. My job, where we live, the kids, everything could go to shit in a second. I love you and I want you to be happy, to have everything you want, but when I weigh the risk...I don't know."

I looked down at my hands, trying to get my composure. Annie reached out, her dainty hand holding mine.

"I get all of that," she said softly. "I love our life and I don't want to fuck it up, either. Look, you know that I'm going to be careful. I won't say anything to anybody and I'm going to -"

"You say that," I interrupted. "But how did Arthur find out? Because you had a couple of drinks and got horny. What's to keep you from making the same mistake when you're out with friends? Or if we happen to run into Arthur around town? You spilled the beans and got what you wanted - what's the lesson there?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I have never yelled at Annie before and may have crossed the line right then. The look of shock on her face hurt my soul.

"Look, I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I'm really struggling with this. I really want to be there for you, to give you everything you deserve, but - fuck, this is messed up."

There was a long silence as we both tried to figure out what to say next, hoping the other had a great idea to solve the problem and satisfy everyone involved.

"What if," she began, trying to put her thoughts together as she spoke, "you treated this like a business deal?"

"What, like, sell you to him?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Of course not, you ass," she replied. "I mean, what if you negotiated terms? Something like that. Protect your interests."

"Like some sort of hot wife contract?" I asked.

"Well, I'm sure Arthur won't want to call it that," she giggled. "But yeah, something like that."

"I wouldn't even know where to start," I whined.

"Think about what you're afraid of - what you're worried about - in all of this and protect yourself," she said firmly. "Either that, or just tell him no. I won't lie, I want this - him - bad. But I need you. You come first, ok?"

"Ok, thanks," I said, coming to terms with what she was saying. "After I finish, do you want to seal the deal?"

"Not this week, cowboy," she chuckled. "Mother Nature says you have to wait."

Annie stood, kissing me on top of the head, and retreated to the bedroom. I sat for a moment, then got a pad of paper to write out my terms. I wrestled with what I wanted to say for quite a while. I didn't want to make it restrictive, but I wanted it known that if this was going to happen with my blessing, they weren't going to have unfettered freedom.

The rules I wrote down were:

#1 - No public dates within 50 miles of our hometown or at any work conferences or events. Private dates may happen at either the Dingle or Powers residences provided they are suitably private.

#2 - No public recognition of our new agreement at any time. That includes anything that could be considered humiliation, innuendo, or outing of the Dingles' lifestyle. Ken Dingle will be the sole arbiter of what is public recognition.

#3 - All efforts shall be undertaken to keep the Dingle children shielded from this arrangement.

#4 - Ken Dingle shall be told ahead of time whenever Annie Dingle and Arthur Powers are planning to get together.

#5 - There shall be no secrets kept from Ken Dingle by Annie Dingle and/or Arthur Powers as it relates to this arrangement. That includes information about physical activities, conversations, and plans for future activities.

#6 - Annie Dingle and Arthur Powers will be unable to meet on certain dates, including birthdays, anniversaries, and important dates for the Dingles' children.

#7 - Any violation of these terms, as determined by Ken Dingle, shall result in immediate termination of this arrangement with all parties returning to a pre-agreement relationship. There will be no consequences to either the Dingles' marriage or Ken Dingle's employment as long as activities cease immediately. Continued play between Annie Dingle and Arthur Powers following termination of this agreement may trigger consequences.

I'm not going to lie, I was feeling pretty good about the terms I laid out. It protected what I viewed as important without being too heavy handed. I carried the notepad up the stairs and showed what I came up with to Annie. She read through the terms, but her wrinkled nose told me she had a problem.

"Sorry, Ken," Annie said to me. "I don't agree with number five at all and I have some concerns with number four."

"Ok," I said slowly as my emotional balloon deflated. "What would you change?"

"Well, like for number four, what if you're with the kids and Arthur and I decide to meet up? Then we might be in violation of number three. How about throwing an 'if possible' in there?"

"That makes sense," I replied, writing in the change. "What about number five?"

"There's only one change to make there - cross the whole thing out!"

"What?" I asked, incredulous.

"I told you, you're not going to get to know everything," she earnestly replied. "Arthur and I - like any lovers - deserve to have privacy. What I - we - choose to share with you has to be good enough. Prying or badgering me for details is just going to piss me off. I'm sure Arthur will hate it, too. If you want me to agree to all of this, that one has to come out."

"I guess that makes sense," I said as I crossed out condition number five. "Anything I should add?"

"Well," she said, deep in thought. "I'm a little surprised there's not a contractual obligation for us to have sex..."

"Oh fuck," I said in horror. "I forgot that part!"

I quickly jotted down Rule # 8 - The frequency and urgency of sex between Ken and Annie Dingle shall not significantly decrease. Annie will be allowed three (3) warnings of a reduction in marital intimacy by Ken before she is considered in violation.

"How's that?" I asked.

"Perfect," she said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips before turning out her light and quickly falling asleep.

I wish I could say that I slept that quickly or easily, but it took me a long time to shut my brain down before I eventually drifted off.

Friday dragged by slowly. I was on edge and jumpy all day, wondering if my co-workers had any idea about what was going down in the office at the end of the day. There were a couple of different points when I thought about just saying no and taking the easy way out, but I knew how disappointed Annie would be, especially since she helped me craft my terms. I didn't like having to take out rule five, but her point wasn't unreasonable. I was sure she would give me plenty of information anyway.

At 5 pm sharp, I was summoned into Arthur's office. We were the only people left in the building, but I closed the door anyway for even more privacy. Silently, we waited for the other to make the first move.

Arthur finally caved. "What's the answer?"

"Before I say yes or no, take a look at this," I responded, handing him my page of rules.

Arthur studied the page quietly, taking his time to read line by line. I noticed his eyebrow raise slightly a few times, but he didn't say a word until he handed the paper back to me.

"I'm assuming you ran these by Annie already? And that's why rule number five is crossed out?" he asked.

"Correct," I replied. "She objected to that one."

"Good for her," he responded with a smile. "If I agree to your terms, then it's a yes from you?"

I nodded. Arthur leaned back, deep in thought.

"What happens when something comes up not covered by your contract?" he asked.

"Then we talk it through like adults," I answered, trying - but probably failing - not to sound sarcastic. "I'm sure this doesn't cover every scenario, I just want to make sure my worries are understood and that if they're not respected, I can put an end to things without consequences."

"Protecting your interests? Pretty smart, Kenny. Maybe I've underestimated you," Arthur mused. "Ok, I agree to your terms."

He stood up, smiling, and reached his hand out for me to shake. I returned the favor. To any passerby, it probably looked like we were negotiating a raise or an extra week of vacation time, not carnal access to my wife.

"Now, to seal this deal, crawl over here and suck my cock!" Arthur ordered.

Shocked, my jaw practically hit the floor. I looked at him with wide, panicked eyes until he burst out laughing.

"I'm just fucking with you," he roared. "You should have seen your face! Get out of here and have a good weekend. Tell Annie I'll be reaching out to set up our first real date."

I gathered my things and my wits, heading home to my anxious wife.

As soon as I walked through the door, I knew that good news had traveled fast. Annie was dancing around the kitchen as she prepared dinner. Her joyous mood and wide smile were infectious. She squealed like a teenager and ran over to give me a hug and kiss.

"So," I began, "how was your day?"

She gave me a sideways look, then slapped my ass. "Arthur called. I'm so glad you said yes."

"I'm glad you are, I'm still not sure," I said solemnly. "What did he tell you?"

"He said you presented your terms, he agreed, and we were moving forward," she replied. "As for the rest, all you need to know is to keep next weekend clear on your calendar. I've already set it up for the kids to camp out at my parents' house."

"What's happening next weekend?" I asked anxiously.

"You'll find out next weekend," she giggled. "I told you, you're not going to know everything."

I trudged upstairs to change out of my work clothes. This already wasn't going the way I wanted. Not only was I going to have to stew for another week at work before they got together, but I was going to be in the dark the whole time, too. I already knew that my runaway imagination was going to be a problem and it felt like Annie and Arthur were using that to torture me. I knew the who, but the what, when, where, why and how were all unknown, and that was going to drive me nuts.

The two of them texted all weekend, but I only knew because I can read Annie like a book. She was constantly on her phone, giggling, and making sure it was turned so I couldn't see what she was up to. On Sunday evening after the kids went to bed, she ran off to our bedroom and locked the door. I could hear that she was having a low, muffled conversation but I couldn't make out the words. When she came out, she was flushed but her lips stayed zipped.

I could tell she was horny all weekend - she was constantly rubbing up against me, touching me, and giving me bedroom eyes - but because she hated having sex during that time of the month, nothing came of it but a set of aching balls.

Butterflies filled my stomach when I arrived at work on Monday morning. Annie had a very mischievous look on her face when I said goodbye, leading me to believe some of the texting over the weekend had been plotting today. With some trepidation, I made my way to my desk.

The morning was fairly typical, but I was jumpy. I couldn't help but feel like there was trouble around every corner. Finally just before lunchtime, Arthur struck.

"Offsite Planning" was the subject line of the email everyone received at 11:53 am. My finger trembled as I clicked on the notification.

"Dear PI Staff,

As you may know, Kenny Dingle, his lovely wife Annie, and I got the wonderful opportunity last week to meet with Johnson Machines. That day went better than my wildest dreams. While we're close to a very fruitful partnership, there are still some details to nail down and contractual points to pound out. But, that's the kind of thing that can be difficult to put to bed close to home.

We're going to get out of town (about 150 miles out of town, to be specific) and really get down to business at my place in Traverse City this weekend. Kenny and I will be out of the office all day on Friday so we can get to TC early and really maximize our time. This will not be a vacation for him. In fact, I predict a couple of late nights and some spirited back-and-forth. I can't wait to experience that Dingle passion in a one-on-one setting.

AP"

It was Arthur at his best and worst. The message might have been sent to the entire office, but the innuendo hidden in the business-speak babble was for an audience of one. Me - the one with the red cheeks and dry mouth. Before I even finished his message, the calendar invite - entitled "Johnson Weekend" - hit my inbox. I did the only thing I could and hit 'accept'.

It wasn't lost on me that Arthur specified that we'd be 150 miles away, well outside of the 50 mile zone of privacy. He and Annie could go out and paint the town red without violating our agreement. Hell, in theory they could fuck in the middle of Main Street - though they probably wouldn't since January in Northern Michigan and exposed flesh don't go well together.