1. Always Give The Wife What She Wants


    Date: 3/19/2016, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

    I’m doing.” “I’m sure you do. Keep me appraised, yeah?” “Of course.” “Are you sure this is going to work?” “No need to worry, Martin. I know how to get what I want.” “Bye, then.” “Bye for now.” I remained where I was, on a bench in a small alley behind a church, where there was no-one to spy the effect the conversation had on me. Nothing untoward had been said openly, but I’d grown into a throbbing beast. I conjured up Kim in my mind’s eye; chestnut hair, eyes that made you think she was shy and withdrawn, so that you were surprised when you discovered her determination. Yes, Kim always got what she wanted. She was the one who wore the trousers in hers and Pete’s relationship, no doubt about it. And if I was any judge of character, just the brief phone call, just the quick reminder of what was being planned would have made her horny. I imagined her all wet, but perfectly in control dealing with whoever she was with. I tried to imagine her naked. I’d never seen her without clothes, but everything about her suggested that Pete was a very lucky man. There was every suggestion of perfect proportions in all the right places. But Pete was also a very nice man, which suited Kim fine at an emotional level, but his inability to indulge his wife with a bit of not-so-nice rough stuff in bed – well that left something in their marriage wanting. Four weeks later I was back at Pete’s. I’d spoken to both him and Kim on the phone, but purposely invented excuses not to meet up. At Kim’s ...
    behest, I’d also told Pete I didn’t feel like going down the pub, which was why he and I were at their place again. I also knew, from talking to Kim, that Pete hadn’t said a word about what we’d found to her, just as I thought. Pete seemed in no mood to discuss it with me either, and so we did the usual routine of talking about football and music and moaning about our jobs for the best part of two hours. But I also had instructions from Kim, and at length I broached the subject. “Have you spoken to Kim about… you know?” Pete shook his head. “The time hasn’t been right,” he lied. “Kim’s been busy; I’ve been busy.” I nodded, saying nothing. I could tell that there was more coming, though it took a while. “I’ve checked, though. Every time…” Pete’s voice cracked, and I could tell the poor sod was virtually at the end of his tether. “Every time she has a moment to herself, she watches… that stuff.” “Have you checked to see what she watches?” “What would be the point? I can see easily enough what it is.” “Don’t you want to know?” “But I do know!” Pete blurted. “I’m shit scared that I’m not… That she’ll have an affair sooner or later.” We sat in silence, me purposely delaying my response. “In my experience, if a woman wants something, you give it to her.” Pete rounded on me. “What would you know about it? You’re not married.” Then his anger fell away instantly. “I’m sorry, I’m just…” “It’s a fair point,” I conceded. “But I stand by what I said. If Kim has these fantasies, can’t you just ...
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