The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 04

Sarah scooted up from the chair and dashed upstairs before returning dressed in jeans and a tee shirt.

"Let's go get your wife."

"She has her car."

"That's OK. She can follow us in it when we leave. I told her I would bring you to her after we talked but I also want her to know that when you and I are together, she is my little kitty. Is that acceptable with you, David?"

I thought for a moment about that. There would have to be rules established for this and then I nodded.

"Wonderful. I've wanted to see your home since you put that new man cave in that Daddy raves so much about."

I finished that a few months before my wife's adultery and Mr. Stanhope did enjoy it quite a bit. I had installed new monitors and sound for football season. There is also a new 9ft Westcott billiards table that rivals his. The room has kept a bit of my sanity over the last few months. For some reason, the image of Sarah splayed open on the edge of that table ripe for the taking kept popping up in my mind and I tried to dispel of it for the moment.

We arrived and I pulled the car into an open spot in the garage. Upon entering the house, Marylyn greeted both of us with a lingering kiss and brought glasses of wine. When we were seated, I sat beside Sarah on the couch and Marylyn sat attentively in the Queen Ann arm chair her mother gave her. She was wearing a short black skirt and a slate grey, braless and sleeveless top along with sheer stockings and four inch heels. Her makeup reminded me of Kiera for some reason. She was wearing a brown gloss lipstick and her eyes were shadowed in a lighter brown with black liner. It was quite a dramatic change from her normal appearance. Her hair was gelled and pulled straight back to a tight French braid at the nape of her neck.

"David, since we are here together, she knows that we have talked and what your decision is. I sent her here to prepare for your arrival and I think she has done a wonderful job of it. Thank you, Marylyn."

My wife told her she was welcome and smiled softly at me. Sarah continued.

"Marylyn, do you have some things packed to take over to your woman's home this evening? Good, then please place them in my car in the garage."

Marylyn excused herself and went to do as requested.

"So David, show me this great room Daddy is talking about."

I led her on a brief tour of the house and we entered what I referred to as my rec room. She walked all around the table and played with the electronics for a bit all the while sipping her wine. Facing the doorway out into the main living area, she fulfilled my vision by unbuttoning her jeans and dropping them to the floor before hopping up on the corner of the table. With her thighs opened wide and her pussy winking its glistened lips at me, she beckoned me with a crook of her finger.

"Don't waste any time now, baby. Push that fat prick right in there."

I kicked a stool to the table edge and unbuckled my trousers. With Sarah on her elbows and her pussy right at the edge of the table, I entered her wet hole and began fucking her deeply with long slow strokes. Every push in was exquisite as she milked my prick with every pull out. Sarah watched the doorway while licking her lips. I could see Marylyn's reflection in the bar mirror. Her fingers were in her panties as I fucked this woman in our house. I was close and let Sarah know.

"Come in my pussy, baby. Don't pull out."

I did just that, grunting a deeply planted load right to the base of that wet pussy. When sated, I slowly pulled my cock out of her and she pulled her legs back in an effort to keep the copious amounts of sperm in her. I stepped off the stool and she summoned Marylyn.

"Come here little kitty. Clean my man's cock very nicely."

Marylyn obediently did as she was told without acknowledging me at all. It was strange having my wife do this. When she was finished sucking and cleaning my cock with her mouth, she rose and turned back toward Marylyn.

"Good, now come suck my man's jism out of your woman's beautiful wet pussy hole."

As she did with me, Marylyn obediently lowered her mouth to Sarah's pussy and began licking it and sucking the milky seed out of it taking care to clean every drop of moisture. When she felt she had caught all of it, she stood before Sarah with her face wet from the secretions. Sarah looked at me and smiled.

"Now, little kitty, go kiss my man like a good wife and let him know how much you love him."

Again, Marylyn turned to me and wrapping her arms around my neck, embraced my lips and swirled her tongue with mine. I could taste my sex mingled with Sarah's as she pressed herself into my mouth. I kissed her back just as feverishly caressing her body as well. She was my wife but she was also a different woman at the moment. Sarah watched smiling.

When we broke the kiss, Sarah pulled on her jeans, took Marylyn in her arms and went back into the living room.

It was almost 10PM when we arrived back at the Stanhope home. After cuddling on the couch with the TV on, the three of us went to bed and slept soundly until morning. This would be the day we pick up Roger Morgan from the hospital.

End of Part IV