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From: Drick Idle <LBRAIN42@worldnet.att.net>
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Subject: Wife's Stories, Rikki #17, The Antique Table
Date: Sun, 24 Nov 1996 10:51:20 -0500
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Rikki's Story
Chapter 17
"The Antique Table"
Rikki - My wife. A very beautiful woman, forty-two years old.
Shoulder-length dark brown (almost black ) hair, 36c -24-26, 5-5 tall,
and a firmly toned body.
Brock - A college student working part time as a delivery boy for a
local antique furniture dealer. Brock is about 19 years old, about 5-8,
tan and well-built.
Place - My house.
Time - July, 1995
Rikki and I have been married for 26 years. She is very pretty and
sexy. She has shoulder length very dark hair and a great body. We have
a great sex life, lots of fun. It was Saturday and I was going to the
golf course to spend the day. Rikki was going to the antique store just
at the edge of town to buy a table she had her eye on. We didn't have a
truck, so she was going to have the store deliver it. Then she was
coming home to spend the day. It was about nine in the morning when
Rikki left for the antique store. I left a few minutes later. The car
had been acting funny lately, and I only got about two miles down the
road when it car sputtered and died. I had intended to check it, but it
was too late, now. It wouldn't start, so I decided to walk back to the
house and get some tools. I hiked back home and went through the house
and into the basement for the tools. I had only been there a minute or
two when I heard the garage door open and Rikki's car pull in. I though
she was home sort of early. She usually spent hours at the antique
stores.
I started to go up the basement stairs to tell her I was home, when
I heard another vehicle in the driveway. I heard Rikki's footsteps
heading for the front door, the door open and Rikki telling someone to
bring the table in. I went back to my tool gathering. I listened to
the footsteps and bumping as the delivery boy wrestled the table through
the door.
It seemed to get quite upstairs except for muffled voices. I heard
Rikki giggle and a male voice laughing. I heard Rikki say something
about coffee, and the male voice agreeing. It occurred to me that it
might be fun to just be quiet and listen. I wanted to hear what kind of
conversation Rikki would carry on while alone with another man.
I very carefully and quietly crept up the stairs to the basement
door. The door to the basement opened into the kitchen and the kitchen
was open to the den. I had left the basement door slightly ajar, so, I
could see the kitchen and the den through the crack.
What I saw surprised him. Rikki was sitting at the kitchen table
across from a young man who looked to be about 20 years old. He was
about 5-8 and muscular with dark curly hair and a deep suntan on his
arms. He was wearing jeans and a golf shirt. I recognized him as
Brock, a college student who worked part-time at the antique shop.
Seeing Brock there wasn't what surprised me. What surprised me was
Rikki! She was dressed in a short black skirt, a red front-button
blouse, stockings and 3-inch high heels. She never wore heels! The
blouse was open to the second button and her cleavage was showing. Why
was she dressed like that to go antique shopping?
As I watched, Rikki said something about showing Brock her
paintings. They both got up from the table and moved to the den. Rikki
looked great in the heels and the black skirt. She led Brock around the
den talking about each of her paintings. When she got to the sofa, she
sat down and crossed her legs. She invited Brock to sit too. He sat
down on the opposite end of the sofa. I could see that Brock was having
trouble keeping his eyes off of Rikki's legs. Brock has been watching
her ass and shapely legs all the time she was talking about the
paintings. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it was
obvious that Rikki and Brock were having an interesting conversation.
Rikki was laughing a lot, and I was smiling from ear to ear.
Rikki leaned forward and picked up a book from the coffee table.
She moved over beside Brock and started showing him something in the
book. Brock was feigning interest in whatever she was showing him, but
I could see that Brock was more interested in Rikki. Rikki pointed at
something in the book and Brock laughed. She poked him in the ribs with
her finger. Brock grabbed her wrist, laughing. Rikki started poking
him with her other hand and he grabbed it too. They were both laughing
as she continued to try to poke and tickle him as he held her wrists.
Suddenly Brock pushed Rikki back on the couch. They giggled and laughed
as they wrestled around on the couch. Brock pushed himself ontop of
Rikki and covered her mouth with his. Rikki responded immediately. I
could see their tongues moving in and out of each other's mouths. Brock
was unbuttoning Rikki's blouse while he kissed her and soon had her
blouse and bra off. Brock dropped down and started sucking and
squeezing Rikki's tits as Rikki pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Brock released her nipple from his mouth and took her shoes and skirt
off. Rikki helped him get her pantyhose off.
Rikki was now completely naked watching as Brock stood up and took
off his jeans. Rikki raised up and pulled his jockey shorts down. His
cock sprang out like a spring. His cock was larger than mine and was as
hard as stone. Rikki took the hard rod in her hand and stroked it a few
times before slipping her red-lipsticked lips around it and took it
into her mouth.. She sucked his cock slowly, sliding her mouth over it
and slowly sliding it back. Brock took her head in his hands and pulled
her mouth on and off of his throbbing shaft. Rikki sucked Brock until
he pushed her onto her back on the sofa. He pushed her legs up and
mounted her as she guided his cock to her opening with her hand.
I could see the naked bodies from a slight angle. I watched their
profile and saw Brock's hard young cock slide into my wife. She had her
hands on Brock's butt and was pulling him into her. Brock's cock went
to the hilt into Rikki's pussy. Brock started slowly stroking her while
Rikki rocked her ass up to meet his thrusts.
As I watched, my own cock became very hard. I was extremely
excited by the sight of a young stud stroking my wife with her legs
spread and her feet in the air. I was really excited by the fact that
she was enjoying it. Brock was stroking Rikki faster and faster,
withdrawing his cock almost all the way out of her pussy and then
plunging it back in. Rikki put one leg over the back of the sofa and
one on the floor. I had a good view of Brock's cock sliding in and out
of my wife.
Brock and Rikki fucked hard and fast with Brock mounted ontop of her
for about ten minutes. Finally, Brock pulled his cock from her pussy
and turned her over. Rikki got on her hands and knees and offered her
pussy to Brock from behind. Brock mounted her and pushed his cock deep
inside her. Brock fucked her from behind until they tired of this
position, then he pulled his still hard cock from her pussy and sat back
on the sofa. Rikki swung her leg over him, straddling him face-to-face.
She again took his cock in her hand, guided it to her pussy and lowered
herself on his cock. I had a good view of Brock's hard cock
disappearing inside my wife. Rikki slid up and down on Brock's cock for
three or four minutes and then swung her leg over and off of him. He
lay on his side on the sofa and pulled Rikki down in front of him with
her back to him. He raised her leg and pushed his cock into her from
behind. They fucked in this "spoon" position for several minutes and
then they both got up and moved to the carpeted floor. Rikki lay on her
back, spread her thighs and Brock mounted her. He pushed his cock into
her again and began fucking her hard and fast. He held himself up on
his knees, supporting his torso with his arms. Rikki's knees rocked
back and forth as he stroked her, pushing her pelvis up to meet each
thrust of his cock. Suddenly, Brock made a terrible face and froze with
his cock deep inside Rikki. At about the same time, Rikki dug her nails
into his back and moaned loudly over and over. Brock collapsed ontop of
Rikki and they both just lay there for a time, Brock's cock still inside
her.
I watched as Brock pulled his limp, wet cock from Rikki's pussy and
stood up. Rikki continued to lie on the floor as Brock pulled on his
clothes. Brock said that he had to go. Rikki sat up and touched his
leg. She stood up and they kissed open-mouthed. Brock went out the
garage door as Rikki picked up her clothes and went upstairs.
I waited until I heard Brock's truck leave and the shower upstairs
running. I very quietly slipped to the front door and opened the it.
After a few seconds, I closed the door loudly and called "Rikki, it's
me." I walked into the den where the recent antics between Rikki and
Brock had occurred. Rikki had forgotten something. Her black bra was
under the table in front of the sofa. I picked it up and put it in my
pocket. Then I went up the stairs loudly. I wanted Rikki to know I was
coming up. I pushed the bathroom door open and went in. "Rikki, It's
only me, Hon."
Rikki's voice quivered a little as she responded, "Tom, what are you
doing home. I thought you were playing golf."
"Yea. Well, I started in that direction, but my car broke down not
far up the road. I walked back to get some tools."
"How long have you been walking?" Rikki asked. I thought I could
detect some apprehension in her voice, eventhough she was trying to be
very casual.
"No. It's just down the road. about a thirty-minute walk." I
intentionally didn't explain further. I wanted to see what she would
say.
"So....You just got here?" Rikki asked with more anxiety in her
voice.
"Yea. I fooled with the darned car for awhile before I started
walking. I thought that maybe I could fix it, but not without tools.
Did you get your table? I met the store truck in the driveway. Wasn't
that the college kid...what's-his-name....Brock. That table must be
heavy. He looked flushed."
Rikki was really getting anxious now. "Flushed? What do you mean?"
"Well, his hair was all mused up and he looked hot and bothered."
"Yes, I guess it is heavy. He...He...he had a hard time getting it
through the door."
"He must be a real wuss! I saw the table downstairs and it's just a
little thing. It doesn't look very heavy. " I was playing with her.
I let it drop for now. I still had Rikki's bra in my pocket. I
knew she would miss it soon and I wanted to see how she reacted. I left
Rikki to dry her hair and dress and went back downstairs. I poured
myself a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa where Rikki and Brock has
been screwing just a little while ago. Rikki came down a few minutes
later.
Rikki was dressed in a pair of jeans and a cropped tee-shirt. She
walked through the door into the kitchen and started when she saw me on
the sofa.
"Hey honey, do we need to have this sofa cleaned again?" I was
trying to bring on more anxiety in Rikki.
"No we just had....Why is there something on it?" Rikki almost ran
to the sofa and started examining it closely.
"Not really. It just smells different. Not bad, just different."
I wanted to see how far he could take this. Rikki examined the sofa
closely, found nothing, and reluctantly gave up the search.
"No, it doesn't need cleaning. I thought you has found a stain or
something."
"I didn't see anything. I just thought I caught a whiff of
something when I sat down. I guess it was my imagination. It's gone
now, but for just a second, as I sat down, I imagined that I smelled the
smell of sex. You know, like the bedroom smells after we have just has
sex." Rikki froze in her steps when I said the words "smelled sex."
She actually stumbled! She recovered quickly, but didn't say anything.
She continued walking toward the kitchen.
I dropped the subject and didn't mention it again. I had harassed
Rikki enough on this subject. I decided to keep the secret and see if
she would tell me about it. So far, she hasn't brought it up, but she
is still looking for the lost black, push-up bra.