Claire and I had been married for 4 years and were very happy together. Sure, our sex life had dwindled somewhat, gotten a bit monotonous over time, but who wouldn't? I was sure every couple would become like that after 4 years together. But I loved her very much and I knew she loved me as much too.
Think of this, Claire was such a good and demure wife, always the forever understanding, accommodating, obedient and dutiful wife. Never one to complain about anything, not even the least bit.
She was a role model teacher as well. On her mind was to always be the best example for her students. When we went out together, we could not have too much “Public Display of Affection” other than just the simple holding hands. She was always worried about her students bumping into us and setting a wrong example to them.
If there were an award for the best wife in the world, I would give it to her.
Hence I was confident that Claire would not fall for this.
But what if…… what if she did agree to this. How would I feel?
I mean, it’s one thing for me to want to do it with Jenny, and another thing to agree to Claire doing it with Raymond. That’s man. Selfish bastard.
But again, I was the one controlling this whole game. Might as well take this chance to test Claire. I held the power to call the whole thing off until the last minute. Set, I would continue with the game and test Claire. I was sure she would pass the test well.
Raymond, that horny bastard. Never expected him to choose Claire. He had probably been aching to get into my wife’s pants since he met her over a year ago. Wonder how many times he had fantasized and pcc to my wife.
I suddenly realised I was spotting a hardon. Not exactly sure the hardon was due to Jenny choosing me, or because I knew Raymond was lusting after my wife.
7.35 pm
“Dear, I am home from work.”
Claire was cooking dinner in the kitchen. “Hi dear, go have a bath first. Dinner would be ready in about 15 minutes.”
“Ok sure. Oh ya, I got the letters on my way up. Some for you. I leave them here for you ya.”
I left the letters on the dining table and went to bathroom. Amongst them was one in a green envelope.
“Dear, dinner is ready. Come, let’s eat. You must be hungry.”
Dinner had been laid. 3 vege 1 soup. Claire was a very good cook.
I took my seat at the dining table.
Claire was just opening and reading through her letters. At this moment, she opened the green envelope and was reading it.
“Unusual colour for an envelope. No stamp. Who is it from?” I pretended to ask her.
“Dear why did you find this letter? It’s such a weird letter. See this.”
Claire passed the letter to me. I pretended to read it.
“I found this in the letterbox. Have no idea too.”
“Must be some stupid prank. Just throw it away.”
Claire said that nonchalantly and went back to her dinner.
I was so pleased with myself. My wife was such a nice girl.
9.15 pm
In my study. Told Claire I needed to clear some work.
I was just writing an email from “The Special Club” to Jenny, informing her that her nominee had agreed to join the club. Would inform her on the arrangement for the dinner and session in due course.
It was a god-send opportunity for me to fuck Jenny, thus I was anxious to ensure there would not be any possibility of Jenny dropping out.
I became so aroused just writing that email. I must release my heat. Quickly shut down my laptop and went to look for Claire.
Claire would usually be in the living room at this hour, watching the Channel 8 drama serial, but tonight, she was not there.
I walked to our bedroom. I thought I heard something, so I paused at the door and listened. Very faint, it sounded a groan. Shit, Claire must be sick and in pain.
I pushed the door open.
Claire was lying in bed with her right hand between her legs, her index and middle fingers pressing into her clit through her white panty. Her left hand was grabbing her left breast through her white tube nightie. The look on her face was of total embarrassment.
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