Julie had given up her young career to be a housewife.  She did a fantastic job taking care of

Julie had given up her young career to be a housewife.  She did a fantastic job taking care of the house, but despite her always upbeat attitude, her husband Brian could tell his wife was starting to get bored and frustrated.  When Amy, one of Julie’s, old work colleagues was sent on a long-term assignment overseas, Brian had an idea.

He suggested that his wife take some time away from her daily grind and apartment sit for Amy in the city.  Julie was a little worried about, but Brian convinced her by saying that she could always come back whenever she wanted.  “It’s your little sabbatical away from home,” Brian told her.

The first week, Julie spent almost as much time at home as in Amy’s apartment.  She went back on Sunday night and things started changing. “I think I might stay the whole week,” she texted her husband late Sunday night. “There’s a morning drawing class I signed up for–maybe take up my art again. Is that okay?”

“That’s great,” Brian encouraged her. “You don’t need my permission for anything,” he reminded her. “Just pretend I’m a friend,” he suggested.

The next few days, Julie joked about texting her “friend,” telling her husband how her classes were going and how she was enjoying her “freedom” in the city. Towards the end of the week, though, her texts were a little more terse.  Brian didn’t pressure her, but finally, late Saturday morning, he was rewarded.

“I sort of met someone,” she texted hesitantly. She paced, waiting to see what her husband would say, and how far he would let her “sabbatical” go.

“That’s great,” he wrote. Julie started to panic, wondering if her husband had misunderstood her. She was about to text something more explicit, but stopped when she saw he was typing again.  “Is he hot? Tell me all about him.”

Julie described the young man she met at the art class who happened to live in the same building where Julie was apartment sitting. She didn’t know it, but her husband was at home, jerking off to her description of who she had met and what they had done.

“So you’re not jealous?” Julie asked at the end of the conversation.

“Why would I be? We’re just friends,” Brian responded with a wink, wiping the cum from his fingers after typing.  “So where did you leave it? Are you going to see him again?”

“Kind of,” Julie said. “We had dinner last night…” she was wondering if she was ruining her marriage. 

“Wow! Great. Did you guys kiss?” Brian asked, wondering if “make out” was too high school. “Are you going to see him again?“

“Yes…and…” Julie sent the text, nervously wondering if she should type more. “,,,he hasn’t left yet.”

Julie waited anxiously for her husband’s response. “That’s so fucking hot,” he replied. “Tell me everything. And send me pictures,” he asked.

“This is what I’m wearing,” she sent a photo of her in a silk robe half opened.  “He’s in the shower, but I can take pictures when he comes back to bed,” she promised. “He’s REALLY big. God, it felt so good inside me!”