Buying My Wife

by Just Plain Bob

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, .

Desc: Sex Story: He invited me to meet him for lunch and then made me an offer.

As the waiter led me to the table I wondered again about the phone call I'd received that Morning.

"Mr. Dalton?"

"Yes" I replied.

"My name is Jason Hargrove. I work with your wife and I was wondering if you could spare some time to discuss something that concerns her."

"What is this about Mr. Hargrove?"

"I am at work right now and I can't really talk about it on the phone. Would it be possible for you to meet me for lunch today? Say around noon?"

I checked my planner and saw that I was free and being more than just a little curious I told him that I could,

"Antoine's at twelve then?"

I told him I would be there and he told me to tell the hostess that I was meeting him. I spent the rest of the morning wondering why someone who worked with Abby would want to talk with me about something concerning her.

Abby and I had been introduced by a mutual friend at a surprise birthday party. Abby was a very good looking redhead, had and great sense of humor and seemed to like me and so before that party was over I had asked her for a date and she had said yes. The date went extremely well from my point of view so I asked her out again and again she said yes. After a half dozen dates we fell into a relationship that could almost be called "going steady."

I say "almost" because even though she spent most of her time with me she did go out on an occasional date with another guy. It irritated me when I would ask her what she would like to do on say a Saturday and she would say that she was having dinner with Tom, Dick, Harry or whomever, but I had not taken any steps to make us exclusive so I had no call on her time.

After two months of dating we had fallen into bed together and, happy to say, we were extremely compatible sexually and that fact only fed my irritation when she dated other guys because of my imagining her doing the same things with them that she did with me. I don't know that she ever did them, but I sure as hell didn't like thinking that she did.

The reason that I had not attempted to do something to make us exclusive was that I was afraid of marriage. I'd seen too many of my friends get married only to see them divorced a few years later. I could count on the thumbs of both hands the number of friends of mine who had marriages that had lasted longer than three years and none of the ones that had ended in divorce had ended amicably. Both parties had emerged bitter and resentful and I saw these things and it made me very hesitant.

On the other hand it was bothering the hell out of me that Abby was seeing other guys when I wanted her to be with me. One day I woke up to the fact that I was at my happiest when I was with Abby and I realized that if she kept seeing other guys the day might come when she might decide that she liked one of them more than she did me.

I bought a ring, proposed and was devastated when she said no.

"I like you a lot Rob; I like you an awful lot. Enough so that I spend the majority of my time with you, but I'm not ready to settle down yet."

It was a hell of a blow to me and I went home and sulked. I spent two days feeling sorry for myself and then I snapped out of it. "Fuck this shit! I said to myself, "She isn't ready to settle down. She wants to date others? What's good for the goose is good for the gander." I had not dated (or even been interested in) another girl in the eight months I'd been seeing Abby. It was time to change that.

There were several single girls that worked in the same office I did and a couple of them had flirted with me from time to time. One day about a week after Abby had turned me down I walked into the restaurant where I usually have lunch and saw Jenny, one of the girls who had flirted with me, sitting in a booth by herself. I asked her if I could join her and she said yes. Before lunch was over I had a date with Jenny for that night when we got off work. It was just dinner and a few drinks, but I enjoyed myself so I asked her if she would go out with me again on Friday and she said yes.

Friday was dinner, drinks and dancing and I didn't get home until almost four-thirty in the morning. As I climbed into bed I thought about what had happened when I took Jenny home. Since it was only our second date and we were still in the "getting to know each other" stage I didn't try to kiss her goodnight when I walked her to her door. I told her that I'd had a great time and that I hoped we could do it again. As I turned to walk back to the car she said, "Hey!" I turned back to her and she threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss that made me weak in the knees.

"Does this mean maybe we can go out again?"

"You have my number and you know where to find me during the day."

I had just finished breakfast and was on my third cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was Abby.

"Where were you last night? I expected you to call and when you didn't I called you half a dozen times, but you never answered."

"Did we have something planned for last night?"

"No, but we usually do something."

"Well I guess that's partly right. We usually do do something if you don't go out with someone else. But that is neither here nor there. The fact is you declined my invitation to make us exclusive and since you aren't ready to settle down and want to date other men I decided after eight months of seeing no one but you it was maybe time for me to date some other women. That's where I was last night. I had dinner and went dancing with a delightful young lady. I didn't get home until after four."

"Oh. Are we still on for tonight? You do remember that we are supposed to go to Britney's birthday party, right?"

From the tone of her voice I could tell she was upset with me. It was all right for her to see other men, but I was supposed to stay home? I was supposed to keep myself available for her? I had not realized that I was being taken so much for granted. Well, that was going to change.

"I haven't forgotten Britney's party. I'll pick you up at seven."

As I hung up I wondered just how things were going to go with me and Abby with me dating others.

I picked up Abby to take her to Brit's party and she was pretty quiet for the first part of the ride. About half way to Brit's she asked:

"Where did you go?"

"What do you mean?"

"Last night — where did you go?"

"Mario's for dinner and then drinks and dancing at The Pit."

"The Pit closes at two."

"Yeah, I know."

There were several seconds of silence and then Abby said, "You said that you didn't get home until after four."

Suddenly it dawned on me. The Pit closed at two, I didn't get home until after four so what did I so for those two hours? An evil streak that I never knew I had reared its head.

"Yep. About four-twenty I think it was."

Was I going to tell Abby that Jenny and I stopped at Denny's for a bite to eat after leaving the pit? No way. Let her think that maybe something happened. After all, isn't that what she made me think when she went out with other guys? The rest of the ride was made in silence. When we got to Britney's the party was in full swing and Abby and I mingled. After a bit we separated as she saw a couple of girls she wanted to talk with and I ended up with a couple of guys talking football.

After a bit I moved on and I was talking with Pauline French when I noticed Abby watching us. She was talking with Carol and Bev, but her eyes never left me and Pauline. That evil streak of mine made another appearance and over the next two hours I made it a point to talk with every woman there who was single. Out of the corner of my eye I kept tabs on Abby and she never took her eyes off me.

Normally Abby and I are among the very last to leave a party, but we had only been at Brit's for three, maybe three and a half hours, when Abby came up to me and told me she was ready to leave. We walked around and said our goodbye's and then left. We weren't two blocks away from Brit's when Abby slid over next to me and her hand went to my zipper. That was something new. We had been making love for quite some time, but always at her place or mine. We had never done anything like what she was doing then. She unzipped me, worked my stiffening cock out of my pants and started stroking me.

"I am horny as hell baby" she said, "and I want you ready when we get to my place."

I wasn't sure, but I thought that it was just possible that my going out the night before with some one else might have made Abby feel a little insecure in our relationship and she was trying to pull me back into the fold, so to speak. Not that I minded of course. What man was going to say no to a hand job from a beautiful and sexy woman?

Abby slowly stroked me for a minute or so and then she started to lower her head toward my lap. At that point I stopped her and told her to wait until we got to her place. She pouted, but I pointed out to her that giving me head while I was driving could cause me to lose my concentration and I might end up hitting someone or run off the road.

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