If you read my last story, you might expect this one to be about Kristin — the young girl with the runner’s body who lived next door and tempted me away from my wife. In a way, you’d be right. This story is about Kristin. But I don’t fuck her. Yet.
For the entire weekend after I kissed Kristin in the gym, I stayed away from anywhere I might run into her. My wife came back Sunday night from her trip, and she was tired and a bit stressed. I was wracked with guilt and a bit nervous. I was also incredibly turned on. I’d been staying away from Kristin but thinking about her constantly. I wanted to try and refocus on my wife, so I brought out some old favorites of ours: A blindfold, a magic wand vibrator, and a pair of “footcuffs,” which were handcuffs that we liked to use around my wife’s ankles. I blindfolded and cuffed my wife, and then I went down on her while she kept her hands above her head. After her pussy lips were full and swollen, I spanked her and fingered her for another five or so minutes. It always drove her crazy when I did that, and she started begging for the vibrator.