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Archive name: guest.txt (MF, voy, wife-sharing, intr)
Authors name: Argus (argusx2002@yahoo.com)
Story title : Guest Room

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Guest Room (MF, voy, wife-sharing, intr)
by Argus (argusx2002@yahoo.com)

***

I have to be more careful who I have drive me home. 

***

"Oh, my aching head."

The sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window 
violating my eyelids. I reached out to grab the clock and 
held it in front of my face. I was having a heck of a 
time trying to focus. It must have been the one, or two, 
or three long island ice teas too many last night. I 
hadn't done anything like that since college. 

My mouth tasted like, well, you've all had that feeling. 
I needed a serious drink of water and some coffee, lots 
of coffee. The good news was that I could smell it 
brewing downstairs. I could also smell something else 
cooking, bacon. "I wonder what I've done to deserve 
this?" I thought to myself. 

I gradually sat up and looked around the room. There on 
the floor was my suit, one of my more expensive suits. I 
didn't even remember taking it off last night. That would 
explain why it was all balled up by the door. I looked 
over by my wife Diane's side of the bed. There was a pair 
of empty wine glasses on her nightstand. What the hell 
were they there for? Then I started to get that, "Ah 
shit, I really fucked something up!" feeling. 

We had both been real busy lately. Me with work, her with 
a new job and the kids. There hadn't been much time for 
us. We had talked about sending the kids off to her 
parents for the weekend. I sure hope that wasn't supposed 
to be this weekend. 

I dragged myself up and went to the bathroom. I looked in 
the mirror and realized I looked as bad as I felt. I 
suppose I should go down stairs and see how bad the 
damage is. I passed the kids bedrooms. No kids. Beds 
weren't even slept in. It must have been this weekend. I 
continued down the stairs and now I could hear the bacon 
cooking. I came around the corner to the kitchen and 
spied her across the room. Her back was to me. 

Damn, I was a lucky guy. Diane, my wife of 15 years was 
about 5'7''. She had long legs and a fantastic ass. She 
still turned my head from across a crowd even after all 
these years. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail and 
her left hand was resting on her hip as she stirred the 
bacon with her right. A pan of scrambled eggs sat off to 
the side.

I slid a chair out from the kitchen table and sat down.

"Good morning," I said.

"Morning," she replied without turning around.

"How about some coffee?" I asked.

"You know where the cups are," she said in a cold 
monotone voice. 

This is going to be a long weekend I thought to myself. 

"We got the contract at work," I told her. 

"That's nice," she answered.

The contract was the reason I'd been drinking last night. 
The proposals came in and we won the second biggest award 
in the companies history. The guys came in and decided we 
should all go down to one of the bars near work and 
celebrate. I figured one drink couldn't hurt. Then we 
ordered some wings, then another round, and another. 

"I'm sorry," I sort of pleaded.

"Its ok" she said, "It actually worked out quite nicely." 

"Did you sleep alright?" I asked trying to make small 
talk.

"I didn't get much sleep last night," she said.

What the hell did she mean by all that. I got up and 
poured my coffee while I admired Diane's rear view. She 
was dressed in my boxer shorts, which she had rolled at 
the waist and had tied one of my white t-shirts in a knot 
at her navel showing just a hint of skin. It was terribly 
sexy but something wasn't quite right. I just couldn't 
put my finger on it. Then it sort of dawned on me.

"When did I get those boxers?" I asked. I didn't remember 
any purple boxers. She took the last of the bacon out of 
the pan and turned around. There was a gold omega symbol 
in the front corner of the boxers. 

"They aren't yours," she said as she looked at me with a 
slightly irritated look. Then she turned back around. It 
felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Not mine, then who 
in the hell did they belong to. 

My mouth was suddenly very dry again. I looked around the 
room not exactly sure what I was looking for. Then I 
heard someone coming up the basement stairs from the 
guest room. I turned and there stood Jason from work. 

Yes, Jason from the cube next to me, Jason, 6 feet of 
brash arrogance. Jason, tall, built, and blacker than the 
richest coffee. My heart was racing as the adrenaline 
surged through my body. What was he doing here? Then I 
started to remember more of last night. The slurred 
speech, "You can't drive home." Then Jason offering to 
drive me home. I thought he had just dropped me off at 
the door. 

"Good morning," he said.

Diane turned and now had a big smile on her face. She was 
positively beaming. "Good morning yourself," she said. 
"Would you like some coffee?"

"Love some," he said as he glanced at me as he walked 
across the room to her side. I gripped my cup tightly and 
looked at them standing side by side. His black skin 
contrasting with her pale white skin and blond hair. He 
had on his suit pants and his button down shirt was 
hanging out. He reached out and took a piece of bacon. 

"I made you some eggs," she told him. "I hope they're the 
way you like them."

"I like your eggs anyway I can get them," he quipped.

What the hell did that mean. She scooped up some 
scrambled eggs and put them on a plate with some bacon. 

He turned to me. "Thanks for the use of your guest room 
last night."

"Ohh, no problem. I hope you slept alright."

"Actually, I didn't get much sleep at all," he said as he 
smiled at Diane. She smiled back and I thought I was 
going to throw up. 

"I set you a place in here." She told him as he followed 
her into the dining room. I got up and walked toward the 
stove. I looked at the table; Jason was sitting in my 
place. Diane was sitting next to him gazing at him. He 
looked up at me, gave a slight look of disgust and 
finished eating. 

"That was great," he said as he got up from the table. 

"My pleasure," Diane said as she also stood.

Jason walked to the door. "I guess I should be going. We 
should do this again some time." 

"I look forward to it," my wife answered.

Then he closed the door and was gone. Diane turned to me 
and said, "I'm exhausted, can you clean up while I go 
take a shower?" Then she disappeared up the stairs. 

I heard her turn on the shower. I was still in a state of 
semi shock. My stomach was churning. I looked over at the 
door to the basement and walked towards it. Every step 
made my heart beat faster and faster. My throat was in a 
lump that made it hard to swallow. The light was on in 
the guest room. I walked to the door and looked in.

The bed had been slept in. It was our old king bed. We'd 
bought another one and put this one down here. I stepped 
in. Lying on the floor was Diane's light blue satin 
chemise, the silky one with the spaghetti straps. The one 
that just barley covered her delicious ass. I bent down 
and picked it up. It smelled of her perfume. She must 
have had it on last night while she was waiting for me to 
get home, her nipples poking against the thin satin 
fabric. 

I felt my cock stir as I thought of her waiting for me 
and what it usually led to. But now it was down here on 
the floor. I looked around. There, on the nightstand, the 
companion to the wine glasses upstairs, an empty bottle 
of Merlot. God, what had I done? What had they done? 

My mind began to wildly imagine. The kids were gone. 
She'd put on her outfit and had been waiting for me in 
our bed; ready for some seriously good catch up sex. Then 
Jason drove me home. I remember that now. It was late, 
very late. What was it one, two in the morning. 

I'd offered him the use of our guest bedroom so he didn't 
have to drive home. He'd accepted. I went upstairs. She'd 
been mad, hurt, upset, rightfully so I imagine. As I 
passed out, no use to her, she must have taken the bottle 
of wine and stormed down stairs. Had she intended to 
sleep in the basement or did she just see the light on 
and head down there to see who left it on. 

I imagined her walking down and running into Jason. She 
in that deliciously sexy top that clung to her body and 
left little to the imagination and he half undressed 
getting ready for bed. There would have been the 
customary apologies and "excuse me's". Then what? Maybe 
they didn't actually do anything. Maybe it was all in my 
head. I stepped closer to the bed and pulled the blue 
flannel sheet back and got my answer. 

There, on the bed, a small white blotch. A circle of 
dried cum and another and another. Three circles of dried 
cum, each one a different size. He had fucked her. Fucked 
my wife. Fucked her here in the bed we conceived our 
kids. Shit, I didn't need a condom. I'd been fixed. He 
obviously didn't use one. What is in her now? How many 
sperm were swimming deep inside her? For some strange 
reason the thought of them coupling had made me strangely 
excited. 

The old mirror that used to sit in the corner was now 
propped against the wall opposite the side of the bed. 
Had he fucked her from behind while they looked at their 
reflections in the mirror? He would have been able to see 
the look on her face when she came. It is a look that is 
one of the most erotic things I'd ever experienced. Now 
someone else had shared it. 

Did she look in the mirror and see his large black hands 
holding her hips as he slid deep inside? Did she feel his 
balls slapping against her ass? My own cock was rock hard 
as I stepped closer to the bed. I moved one of the 
pillows and saw that it was wet. I looked at it and 
picked it up. I raised it to my nose and smelled. It 
reeked of sex. Had he slid the pillow under her ass for 
one more fuck before breakfast? 

I could imagine his muscled body over my wife. His ass 
moving up and down as he slid his cock in and out of her. 
Her legs spread, her hands grasping his back as he pushed 
deeper and deeper, her feet digging into the bed as she 
got closer and closer to release. 

Then, she'd feel his cock getting harder and bigger as he 
got closer, followed by the mutual release as he exploded 
deep inside her, sending her over the edge, her insides 
contracting and sucking at his cum, biology betraying her 
as her body worked to draw as much of his seed as deep in 
her as possible. Her body thrashing on the bed she had 
thrashed so many times before with me. 

I could picture his cum starting to ooze out from around 
his cock as he gradually softened, pictured it running 
down her ass and pooling on the pillow. My knees began to 
buckle. My own body sought release as a stream of cum 
blasted out across the bed to mingle with their dried 
juices. 

Spent, mentally, physically, and emotionally, I sat down 
next to the remnants of their night. I picked up her 
chemise and drank in her scent one more time. 

Maybe, I thought, we should have Jason over for dinner 
next time we send the kids off for the weekend. 

Argusx2002@yahoo.com

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