Surprise Wife Ch. 07

She knew exactly what I meant. She held a slice of pizza in her hand, and worked my cock to climax with her other hand. All over her slice of pizza it went. When she had the last of it drained from me, she casually took a bite of pizza. I hadn't expected that, but thought what the hell; she swallows it straight from the source, so why shouldn't she enjoy it on pizza?

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I had planned on spending a quiet day alone with my wife. I hadn't planned on playing any games, but didn't mind when she stayed naked after her morning shower. I had no intentions of asking her to dress. I saw nothing wrong with enjoying looking at her.

I was surprised to hear the doorbell ring, around noon. Margret started for the door, and I had to stop her. "Hang on a minute dear."

"What? You don't want me to answer the door? I thought you ordered another pizza." She said.

"No. I didn't order anything. I'll get the door." I said. She looked disappointed, so I added, "I want to make sure that some Girl Scout selling cookies, or some kid selling things for fundraisers aren't there first."

"Yes, of course. We wouldn't want that!" she agreed.

I looked out the front window, and saw Donna and Bill standing there. I thought about sending them away, but decided against that. This could work to my advantage.

"Go ahead, and answer the door Margo."

My wife smiled, and walked boldly to the door. She swung the door open, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was naked. Bill just stood there with his mouth hanging open, while his wife smiled at Margret.

I heard Donna say, "Put your tongue back in your mouth, and close it William. You look like a tourist."

"Donna... Bill. How nice of you to stop by." I said as they entered our home.

"Are we interrupting something?" Donna asked. "Maybe we should leave..."

"No. Not at all. Please come in, and sit down." I said.

Margret seemed to be blushing, but still did nothing to hide her nakedness. When our friends were seated, I sent my wife to the kitchen for drinks.

"What brings you two to our neck of the woods today?" I asked.

"We were just out for a drive, enjoying the fall colors, and thought we'd stop and say hello." Donna said.

Bill was very quiet and he tried not to be too obvious when my wife returned. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. His wife smiled and winked at me. I think she thought this was going to lead somewhere. I wasn't going to let that happen.

"I'm going to level with you. Margret told me what you two have been talking about."

"All of it?" Donna asked.

"I'm not sure about all of it. I know about the swapping or swinging with you two." I replied.

Bill didn't say a word. He just tried to look everywhere except at my naked wife. Then Donna said, "Go on."

"You and Bill are our best friends, and I want to keep it that way. I do not want anything to ruin that. So... I have decided that swinging with you and Bill, in any way shape or form, is not going to happen."

"I understand." Donna said. "And, I agree with your line of thinking. Friends are hard enough to come by, and we wouldn't want to take chances there either."

"I'm glad you understand. You're friendship means a lot to us." I said.

Donna stood and walked over to Margret and kissed her on the cheek. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon Margo. We're going to leave you two alone now."

Bill was smiling when he shook my hand as they walked out the door. We did enjoy the rest of our quiet afternoon. We made love out by the pool, and then later in the shower, before calling it a day.

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I was in a fantastic mood when I got home from work on Monday. I couldn't wait to see my slave, and begin having fun with her. However, when I walked in the front door, expecting to see her waiting for me, she wasn't there.

"Slave!" I called out. "Slave! Where are you?"

I heard sobbing. I followed the sounds, and saw my wife sitting at the dining room table, with her head down. Something was very wrong. I moved to her side, and tried to take her in my arms to comfort her and find out what the problem was. She pushed me away.

"Margret. What's wrong?"

She looked at me and started crying harder. She put her head down on her arms, and I could see her shaking as she cried.

"Baby calm down, and tell me what's wrong." I implored her.

In between sobs, she managed to get out, "I... I can't... You won't... I can't...I can't go on like this."

"OK. we can stop this. That's not a problem baby."

"No! That's not it!" Then she burst into tears again.

Again, I tried to calm her. "It's OK dear. You can tell me anything. Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it."

She stopped crying, and looked at me, "No! I can't! You won't understand!"

"Margret, I love you. I need you to tell me what's gotten you so upset."

She took a deep breath, and calmed down a bit, and said, "I... On the night of our anniversary. I..."

Continued in chapter 8