Average Wifey Files #26

*NOTE: You would be well served to read Part 1 of this story before reading this.

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...TEN MONTH'S EARLIER...

Michael cleared his throat as his eyes twinkled above that familiar, sly smile creasing his lips. Everyone seated around the conference table turned their attention to him.

"Well first of all, let me say 'thanks' to each and every one of you. Success requires a team effort. Each and every one of you have contributed to making this a great team. I wish I could reward you all with an early retirement. But I don't think I could kick you out of here even if I wanted to!"

The conference room rippled with loyal, authentic laughter. When Michael's close friend, right hand man and former business rival, Brian said, "You can kick me," the room exploded with laughter. Three years earlier, Brian had joined the team for 'a few months' and never left, even though he had more money than he knew what to do with.

Michael playfully poked Brian in the arm as if he were trying to push him out of the room as he playfully eyed others around the table and joked, "...said the temp who never went away!"

Brian laughed, further fueling the good morale in the room.

"But seriously, I don't know if I can adequately express my gratitude and respect to you all for what you have helped to accomplish here. Running a small business is tough. Succeeding is even tougher. But when a business can knock it out of the park, well, that takes a great team. Again, thank you to you all!"

Before he could say another word, Michael's glassy eyes and endearing transparency lit the fuse to a spontaneous round of applause that was as warm as a midsummer's sunset. The room glowed with mutual admiration and respect.

Michael spoke up to curtail the uncomfortable expression of praise, "And Kathleen and I wanted to convey to each of you our heartfelt appreciation. So, this year we want to give each of you something in addition to a year-end bonus. So, in addition to that bonus, which by the way I hope you find to be a pleasant surprise, we have arranged for each of you, your spouses and children, to join us for a few days of family fun at the Seaside Lagoon Inn & Suites in April. We have reserved the hotel and recreation accommodations for our private use during the four day stretch of Monday to Thursday during the week between Palm Sunday and Easter. We are shutting down for those four days. Those of you with kids will be free from the school schedule that week. We hope that each and every one of you can join us."

The hugs and tears and expressions of affection shared amongst everyone in the room following Michael's announcement were more befitting of family greetings at a reunion than a response to the final item agenda addressed in a board room.

That evening at the dinner table, Michael related to his dear wife, Kathleen how the announcement had been received. With tears in her eyes she smiled at Michael and said, "I am so proud of you."

He smiled and in his typical, disarming manner said, "You always look so sexy when you smile with pride."

Kathleen giggled, feigned an even wider smile while playfully fingering and freeing the button on her blouse balanced between her lovely 36c breasts, "You mean THIS smile?"

Michael winked, "You are getting warmer."

Kathleen peeled open her pink cotton top after popping open the remaining buttons.

Michael grinned, "You are getting hot now."

As she let her bra fall away, Michael's eyes devoured the vision of her bare breasts, that smooth, creamy, white flesh capped by large, pink nipples begging to be suckled.

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Four months later, Michael and Kathleen were basking in the joy of the company getaway. Families were active. Business colleagues were at ease with each other. The sheer numbers, 13 management team members, their spouses and children amounted to a gathering of about 50 people. New relationships were formed, established relationships were strengthened, foundations were laid for future relationships.

Then it happened; it was the second evening of the four-day gathering. Kathleen had invited her dear friend, Jennifer and her husband, Brian, to join her and Michael for a sunset walk where the surf meets the sand. It had been Kathleen's suggestion that Michael get Brian on board years ago; a suggestion he acted on and that had helped jumpstart the business into an amazing growth spurt.

Even when their husbands had been business rivals, Kathleen and Jennifer had remained friends dating back to their college days. It was thrilling to both wives that their husbands were now working together rather than in competition.

As the two couples walked in the sand, the cool breeze blowing off the water died down and all but disappeared as it would often do as the day faded into evening. Jennifer unzipped her jacket she was wearing. Kathleen removed her sweater, flipping it over her shoulders and tying the long sleeves in a loose knot around her neck.

Michael walked hand in hand with Kathleen as Brian did the same with Jennifer. The dialogue was pleasant and uneventful as they marked time by the position of the sun dipping closer and closer to the blue line of the horizon.

The moment it occurred, Michael almost froze. It was totally unexpected. He certainly was not looking for it. It just pounced on him without warning. The sun was almost touching the horizon as it dangled behind Brian and Jennifer. It left nothing more than a silhouette of their bodies for a moment.

His sunglasses disguised the intentions of his eyes as he couldn't help but notice the figure of Jennifer's breasts. Her unzipped jacket had fallen open, peeled to either side of her breasts. The swim top she was wearing was so snug against her flesh, the lines his eyes traced easily imagined her as topless. The form of her curves topped by erect nipples was a brief but arousing vision.

Three different times he had allowed his eyes to linger and lust, even as he walked hand in hand with Kathleen. Even as Brian walked hand in hand with Jennifer.

Michael had been faithful for years following a brief period of corruption early in their marriage. Her willingness to forgive and forget, accepting him and moving on with their lives had been a life-changing experience for him. This was not supposed to happen. He only had eyes for Kathleen. Yet, there he was secretly devouring the vision of that silhouette of what appeared to be Jennifer topless and perky beyond measure.

Later that night back in their private room, Michael was eager to fuck his wife. She attributed his horny impatience to the surroundings and satisfaction of their successful efforts. As he greedily put his hands on her head and emphatically guided her mouth to his throbbing cock, she had absolutely no idea what his mind was entertaining.

His eyes saw her mouth taking his cock. But his mind, his naughty mind couldn't help but recall the image of Jennifer's body backlit by that setting sun, the way her breasts appeared exposed to him.

When Kathleen fell back on the bed and welcomed his cock inside of her, Michael did not see his wife's naked body spread open beneath him, but rather that vision of Jennifer. The perfectly erect nipples that jiggled atop her breasts with each step; firm, even fuller than Kathleen's.

Then, at that moment when he felt his balls percolating and his cock ready to pulsate, he quickly pulled out and aimed his spurting cock at those breasts. The splatters of his cum washed over Kathleen's breasts ~ although his mind painted a different vision. As Kathleen moaned in delight, Michael could almost hear his cum spurts slapping Jennifer's breasts, smearing over her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from her mouth.

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The next afternoon, Kathleen and Jennifer were sitting beneath an umbrella on the patio next to the pool. Michael was socializing, making sure everyone was having a good time. Whether by design or fate, he eventually was engaged in a conversation with Aaron, his quality control manager, while positioned about 15 feet behind Kathleen and Jennifer.

His ears heard the sounds coming out of Aaron's mouth, but he was not listening. His mind was too focused on what he saw. Again, Jennifer's breasts seemed to be screaming at him, daring him to give them attention.

When Aaron finally took a breath, Michael politely said, "Sorry buddy, but I need to check on something with Kathleen." He stepped towards the girls, his eyes riveted on Jennifer's jiggling breasts as she giggled at something Kathleen had just said. He felt his cock twitching, revisiting those visions of the sunset walk and later cumming on Kathleen/Jennifer's tits the night before.

"Everyone seems to be having a great time," he said to Kathleen.

Kathleen nodded as Jennifer blurt out, "Michael, this is just amazing! Thank you so much!"

What he wanted to say was, ...no, thank YOU Jennifer. Your tits are what are so amazing." But of course, he held those words deep inside as he smiled and said, "Believe me, Jennifer, the pleasure is ALL mine... and Kathleen's, of course."

Jennifer giggled, "Of course!" Kathleen giggled along with her, as if the two of them shared an inside joke that Michael was left on the outside looking in. The irony extended his smile for a moment longer.

"So, are you and Brian up for another sunset walk this evening?"

Before Jennifer could reply, Kathleen said, "Did you forget that I am leading the children on a 'Little Mermaid' scavenger hunt after dinner?"

Michael grimaced as if pierced by a knife in the back, "Wow. I did totally forget!" Then with an expression of 'please-no' in his eyes he pleaded with Kathleen, "Please tell me I did not volunteer to help out with that event."

She giggled and let him off the hook with a light slap on the wrist quipping, "Well, no you did not volunteer; and although I would welcome your help, you certainly don't HAVE to be there."

Even though she emphasized that word "have" with the non-verbal messaging power all wives possess, Michael chose to take her words at face value and gave a sigh of relief.

Jennifer giggled. Kathleen did not.

After dinner, less than an hour before sunset, Kathleen gathered the children for their adventure.

After dinner, less than an hour before sunset, Michael studied the actions of Brian and Jennifer from afar. He discreetly analyzed them; together or separate, coming or going, opportunity or no access?

Michael's sly smile turned a bit naughty as he noticed Aaron reeling Brian into a conversation. Jennifer knew Aaron's style all-too-well and expertly began slipping away to leave Brian on his own with the wordy time-bandit.

Michael quickened his stride. He calculated the exact line he needed to take to cross paths with Jennifer in an effort at appearing totally random and by accident. As he crossed in front of her he flashed a smile at her and said, "Off to my sunset walk."

Jennifer glanced over her shoulder at Brian and Aaron engaged in some business-centric conversation. She offered Michael a friendly smile and asked, "Want some company?"

Michael tried to appear as nonchalant as possible while his mind raced to find the words that would fit the image he was trying to display and in no way betray what his lusty eyes were craving. "Sure. You and Brian?"

He knew what she was going to say. But he had to put up the act. Jennifer softly and politely pointed at Brian and Aaron and said, "Um, I don't think so." Her giggle was innocent; or so Michael would have thought on just about any other day in their past. But on this day, at this moment, his mind was interpreting all things Jennifer with a different filter. A lusty filter. A naughty filter. A dangerous filter.

Casually and appearing innocent, Michael waved his hand in front of him inviting Jennifer to join him. Together they stepped away towards the shoreline.

Jennifer was wearing a pair of shorts and a long-sleeved cotton tee. The light breeze pushed over the water at them directly. It forced the fabric to hug her frame. His eyes did not miss an inch of her curves. His mind merged the pervious nights images with the present vision. Inch by inch his mind constructed the perfect form of her breasts, exposed in the glowing orange sunlight of the setting sun. Full, supple, inviting nipples.

Jennifer smiled and spoke what Michael heard as, "Kathleen is great with those tits, isn't she?"

Michael fought to clear the fog from his mind as he quickly replayed Jennifer's question... more accurately the second time so that he heard "those kids" instead of "those tits."

"Yep, she definitely has a good feel." Michael's answer was caught between his reality and his fantasy.

Jennifer found his reply a bit awkward, thinking that perhaps he had had perhaps one too many glasses of wine at dinner. She smiled and furthered the topic. "I think a smooth cunt is a great idea."

Michael again tried to shake off the lust-laced errors in his mind as he struggled to find the words Jennifer really had just spoken, finally finding "scavenger hunt" falling into the place of "smooth cunt".

It was this moment of brain-dazed, lust-dusted, fantasy-induced, fuzzy thinking that gave birth to a sentence that would change everything. It was as if a portal to impurity was about to be opened. A gateway to forbidden lusts discovered. A threshold into the world of secret desire about to be crossed.

Before he even recognized the words crossing his lips, words fueled equally by Jennifer's questions, his lust-laced faulty hearing, and his own secret desires, Michael gave his reply. What he meant to say was...yes, even I love a good scavenger hunt. But that is not what he said.

"Yes, but I love a good smooth cunt."

His words hung awkwardly in the air. Jennifer did not respond. Michael could not pull them back. Both stayed silent, walking slowly in the sand, water washing over their feet.

The next five words spoken were not the spark that led to the fire. The spark was Michael's lust-driven words that flicked from his tongue to Jennifer's fertile ears.

But the next five words spoken were the fuse fed by the spark, burning brightly towards the inevitable explosion ahead. These were daring words. These words were both utterly unexpected and deeply coveted. These words both crept and lept up between them.

Jennifer's mouth opened. She uttered those five words.

"I have a smooth cunt."

Back on the patio, Kathleen led the children on a scavenger hunt.

Back on the same patio, Brian and Aaron were solving the world's problems.

But here, on this soft, cool, sea-soaked patch of sand dimly lit by the afterglow of the setting sun, a finger dared to slither between the flesh and elastic band of a pair of cotton shorts. Here quivered the smooth, silky folds of a married pussy like the nervous twitches of a virgin bride on her wedding night.

Kathleen giggled as the children shrieked.

Brian debated as Aaron speculated.

Jennifer wriggled her bare feet apart as Michael slithered his finger deeper. Her toes dug into the wet sand as his finger explored her wet lips.

The winning child celebrated their victory in the game.

Brian ultimately defeated Aaron's illogical reasoning.

Jennifer moaned as her smooth pussy, impaled by Michael's finger, erupted with unexpected orgasm.

She collapsed into his arms. He pulled out of her, lifting his finger to his mouth and sucking it clean. She muttered, "What is happening."

Michael, the man everyone trusted, the man that seemed to have all the answers, looked her in the eyes and said, "I honestly do not know."

They stood side by side, turned around, and walked back. They were silent. They were seduced. They were conflicted. But mostly, they were not done. Not at all.

As they approached the patio, Michael softly spoke the first words they shared following that orgasmic confusion. "This is not over; this is just the beginning."

Jennifer shivered, barely able to offer the words, "I want you."

Michael murmured, "Good. You and I will meet again before we return home. And I will taste more of your sweet cunt, yes?"

Jennifer twisted, "I don't know. Perhaps?"

Michael stroked her hair as they separated, "Perhaps indeed."