by Lexi Archer
I smiled. The years since getting out of college had been kind to me. Kinder than I ever would have imagined thanks to some smart business decisions on my part helped by a little bit of startup funding from my father. I could look across the lake and see my parent's house on the other side. Way bigger than anything I could afford, but just being able to afford a house out here in the first place was saying something. Especially at my age.
I turned my attention back to the beach. Back to Lisa running around in the sand playing volleyball. The way her body jiggled and bounced in her bright red bikini was positively hypnotizing. Her sexy body had always been hypnotizing, but she was still just as sexy today as she was the day we started dating. As she was the day we got married.
As I glanced around at some of the other guys and their wives I realized that definitely wasn't guaranteed to be the case. Office work, having kids, or just plain getting lazy after slipping a ring on their fingers and saying "I do," for whatever reason about half the people in our group of friends had let themselves go and half of us were still in pretty damn good shape.
"That's an interesting thoughtful expression," Kate said. "Penny for your thoughts?"
I knew better than to play that game. The last thing I wanted to tell Kate was that I was thinking about how about half of the people in our group of friends had let themselves go and gotten fat. No, that wasn't the way to keep friendships. Not that Kate was one who'd let herself go, she still looked pretty damn good, but that wasn't a subject I was going to give voice to. No way.
"Nothing," I said. "Just thinking about the fun I'm going to have with my wife when we leave the beach."
Kate arched an eyebrow. "You two are still like a couple of horny teenagers."
I raised my beer bottle in salute once more. "That seems natural enough that we're like horny teenagers considering we met when we were horny teenagers."
A shadow fell over us and I looked up to see Lisa standing there. Her hands were on her hips and her ass was cocked to the side in a way that looked positively amazing in the barely there bikini she wore. God I never got tired of looking at my gorgeous wife. I felt so lucky that she was my gorgeous wife. When I thought about all those years ago, when we first started dating, how close we came to never experiencing all the incredible things we'd enjoy together over the years because of that stupid obsessive fantasy, well let's just say that it mildly terrified me.
This stupid fantasy that I had, the one that was rumbling in the back of my head on a slow simmer even as I stared up at my wife and thought about all the guys I'd seen staring at her, was dangerous. It was hot, but it was a fire that could flare up and destroy our relationship at any time. And because of that, because of those early examples when it had first hit me and I very nearly destroyed our relationship as a result, I was very hesitant to bring it up. I was very hesitant to even think about it.
Except for when I was jerking off, of course. Or maybe a fantasy playing in my head when we were fucking. It was fine then, but that was it.
"So should I be worried about the way the two of you are carrying on over here?" Lisa asked.
I cocked my eyebrow at her. "I could say the same for you baby."
She cocked her head to the side and looked at me with a confused expression. "What are you talking about?"
"You should see the way the guys out there playing beach volleyball with you are staring when they don't think their wives are looking," I said.
Lisa smiled and rolled her eyes. This was something we still joked about. This was about as far as I'd ever let my fantasy life where my wife was a wanton slut giving herself over to any man who wanted her ever come to reality. Just a little bit of friendly joking between friends. And she always rolled her eyes and smiled when I brought it up.
"You're just imagining things," she said.
I turned to a Kate for support. "What do you say Kate? Was I imagining the way Jim out there was staring at my wife's tits bouncing? Did you notice how most of those guys didn't seem interested in beach volleyball at all until she decided she wanted to play?"
Kate pulled her sunglasses down and fixed her eyes on my wife. Looked her up and down in a way that sent a small thrill running through me. "Are you kidding? They might as well have been dragging their knuckles and drooling over you!"
Lisa reached out and smacked her friend on the shoulder. "You two! You're always taking each other's sides. It's not fair!"
"I'll tell you what's not fair," I said. "Being forced to sit out here and nurse this beer while you're out there having fun and bouncing around like that. Even if those other guys didn't notice you, a point that I'm not conceding by the way but just saying it for the sake of argument, I sure as hell have been noticing the way you're bouncing around out there baby!"
Lisa's grin grew even wider. That was a smile that promised things. Things that I was very much looking forward to. "Oh yeah? So what are you going to do about it stud?"
I turned to Kate. "Think you can hold down the fort? I have a sudden urge to head in early tonight."
Kate rolled her eyes. "You two go and have your fun. Just try not to be too loud. I don't want to scare whatever guy I decide to pull in from the beach."
Lisa laughed. Kate always joked about that, and she usually was able to pull in some guy. She was almost the exact opposite of the two of us. She'd embraced the hedonistic lifestyle of the young single post-college professional, and she seemed content to continue embracing that lifestyle well after we'd almost aged out of the "young" part of that demographic. I could already feel thirty calling to me, and it made me feel slightly panicked and slightly old at times even though I knew objectively that it was still pretty damn young in the grand scheme of things. It was just a little weird approaching the age I'd always considered "old" when I was a teenager.
I could think about all of that crap later though. Right now I desperately needed to get with my wife. And so I took her hand and pulled her towards the house.
As soon as we were back in the bedroom I threw Lisa down on the bed. While I was walking in and thinking about the guys staring at her that slow simmer in the back of my head had raged into a bonfire. And when I was feeling like this, when I had a concrete example of men checking her out, well let's just say that I turned into a monster and the only thing that would satisfy me was getting with my wife. And how convenient for me that I just so happened to have my wife right in front of me wearing practically nothing!
I jumped on top of her and my mouth came down on hers. I started grinding my cock into her pussy and, like so many times when I was in this situation, I was briefly transported back to that magical day in her dorm when I'd first learned that I needed to take control of this fantasy. The day when by way of apology and letting me know she wanted to spend the rest of my life with her we ended up having sex for the first time. The first time for both of us.
I still got lightheaded when I thought of that moment. It still turned me on and inspired me to greater levels of sexual frenzy when I thought about that moment.
Of course right now the fire was mostly stoked by thoughts of my friends running their eyes up and down my wife's sexy body. I'd had years to think about this fantasy, and I'd long since realized that there was something about seeing her with a fresh set of eyes. Something about looking at her as though I was seeing her for the very first time, something about seeing men stare at her, knowing they wanted her, and knowing that she was all mine and they couldn't have her, drove me wild.
I pulled at the string holding her top in place and tossed it to the side. She grinned.
"My! We certainly seem to be turned on tonight!"
"You have no idea," I growled.
I was just in swim trunks though I didn't bother to go into the lake. It was nice to have a house by the lake, it was fun to occasionally rent a boat to go out on the lake, but I wasn't actually big on going out swimming near the shore. There was something about feeling lake muck in between my toes rather than sand on an ocean b
each that squicked me out.
I pressed down against her, felt the points of her nipples pressing up against my chest as I continued grinding my cock against her. As I imagined that I was one of the guys who'd somehow gotten her up into our room at the lake house while I was outside playing the good host completely oblivious to my wife up here with another man. I imagined him pressing his cock against her, feeling lightheaded as he realized that he was finally getting a chance with the hottest wife in our group of friends.
Then I was back to reality. I was back with my wife grinding against her. And it was still just as incredible, but that fantasy always added a little something to our lovemaking sessions even if it was all happening in my head. Even if I was terrified by the thought of telling her about my fantasy as much as I was aroused by that fantasy.
And so in keeping with that fantasy I imagined it was another man as I reached down and fished my cock out without actually taking my shorts off. I pressed it against her bottoms and started rubbing my precum soaked cockhead against her bottoms, adding that wetness to the dampness I was already feeling leaking out from between her legs. She closed her eyes at that contact and took in a deep breath. It was an expression that I loved, an expression that I'd seen the first time I fucked her and that I'd seen just about every other time since. And somehow seeing that expression made every time feel like the first time.
I pulled her bottoms aside and pressed the head of my cock in between her pussy lips. I was well versed in how my wife felt, and she was so wet. She was so turned on. And I briefly entertained the fantasy that maybe she was so turned on because she enjoyed the idea of all of those men watching her. I knew it was just my fantasy world trying to intrude into real life, but it was still a hot thought.
"You really are eager today!" she said. "What got into you?"
What got into me honey? Well, it's like this. I've been turned on by the idea of you getting with another man ever since that little incident with you giving out your phone number. I've fantasized about it for the past decade, and I'd love nothing more than to watch you fucking another guy, but I'm terrified of telling you that because I figure it will mean the end of our marriage if the secret ever gets out.
Of course I didn't actually say any of that. No, I was terrified of saying something like that. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I scrambled for an excuse.
Lisa rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around me. "Whatever, just fuck me baby!"
That was her usual response when I opened my mouth but couldn't think of a compelling response. So fuck her I did. I started sliding my cock in and out of her. Pounding and enjoying the delicious sight of her tits bouncing up and down as I plowed in and out of her. As I felt her warm tight wetness enveloping my cock in that delicious way I loved so much.
Soon we'd picked up a rhythm. She would move her hips up to meet mine as I plowed into her. I would look down at her tits bouncing in time with our thrusting. And I was already so turned on that I felt close.
"Are you about to…" Lisa asked.
I was helpless in the face of that fantasy. Helpless in the face of the inevitable orgasm that was building inside me.
"Seriously baby, what's gotten into you?"
I felt lightheaded. I felt like I was about to do something stupid. But I was also so drunk on the feeling of the orgasm that was threatening to push me to the point of passing out that I opened my mouth and did something stupid.
"The volleyball game…" I grunted. And then I immediately shut my mouth. Holy shit. Why had I said that? Had I finally gotten to the point where desire was overcoming terror? Judging from the way my pulse was racing, and not from fucking, the terror was definitely still there.
"The volleyball game? That turned you on? It was a bunch of guys!"
I continued pumping, but I slowed down. The orgasmic bliss that was threatening to overwhelm me had toned down as it was replaced by sheer terror that I'd gotten so close to admitting my fantasy. Only now that I was slowing down, now that I'd gasped that out, it didn't look like Lisa was going to be settling for anything less than the whole truth. She looked up at me, searching my eyes.
"There were a bunch of guys… Looking at you…" I trailed off at the end so that it was barely above a whisper. Barely above a whisper, but it might as well have been a shout to the heavens judging by the way Lisa's eyes widened as she stared up at me.
Then a sly smile came to her face. "Matt? Did it turn you on watching those guys watching me?"
I bit my lip and looked down at her, and strangely enough that orgasmic feeling was back. She hadn't reacted in quite the way I thought. She wasn't pissed off. She wasn't threatening to leave me. Then again, after twelve years together and five years of marriage I don't know why I expected her to leave me if this fantasy was revealed anyways.
Still, I couldn't quite bring myself to say it. So I nodded instead. That seemed safer, even though it was nothing of the sort.
Lisa pulled me down closer to her. So that her lips were close to mine. "It turned you on watching guys staring at my bouncing tits? Looking at me in that bikini and wanting to fuck me?"
This time the answer didn't come in words. The answer didn't come in a nod. No, the answer came with me burying my cock to the hilt inside her, groaning, and then I was emptying my load in her pussy. Shooting string after string of my come deep inside my wife. And the orgasm felt different. So much more intense than anything I was used to.
Despite still being madly in love with each other, despite still being madly in lust with my wife, after all these years sex had become a routine thing. It was still a hell of a lot of fun, but it was difficult to not fall into a routine after being together as long as we had and still having a pretty damn good sex life.
Only there was absolutely nothing routine about how I felt as I buried myself inside my wife this time and emptied my balls inside her. I felt as though my cock was going to literally explode. I felt as though I had a sudden onset of fever that was threatening to make me spontaneously combust on top of my wife. The tingling sensation that I usually only felt down in my cock somehow spread to the rest of my body as I admitted that little bit of my fantasy to her.
In short it was an explosion the likes of which I'd never felt before in my life, even when I was fantasizing about her being with another man and jerking off. It was so fucking intense that I felt like I was on the verge of passing out!
I looked down to Lisa and realized with a start that she'd gone right over the edge with me. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her pussy was clamping down around me, squeezing my cock in a familiar milking motion that I loved so much when she was really feeling it. And I wondered if maybe this fantasy was doing something for her as well as for me.
And then the moment was gone and I collapsed to the side. I reached out and took her hand.
"So that really turns you on?" she asked.
Suddenly that terror was back. The terror of telling her the full extent of my fantasy. The fantasy that I was still very much afraid of because it was the sort of dangerous fantasy that could have very real potential consequences for our marriage.
I shrugged. "I guess it's kind of hot."
Lisa leaned up on an elbow and looked down at me. Locked eyes with me. "Oh no you don't. I saw the way you came. That was so fucking intense. Did that really turn you on that much?"
"Yeah," I said. "I guess it did. I guess it's kind of hot showing you off."
Lisa looked back and forth between my eyes for a moment, and then she fell back onto the pillow. "Interesting. I never would have pegged you for that fantasy with the whole jealousy thing…"
I rolled my eyes. "Lisa, it's been ten years now and I haven't brought it up since then. How much longer am I going to die on that hill?"
Lisa leaned over and pecked me on the lips. "Don't worry about it babe. I was just joking anyways, but I guess it wasn't a very funny joke."
"It's a very old joke," I said. "And one I'm a little tired of at this point."<
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We paused for a moment. Each of us staring up at the ceiling. I'd told her that I didn't appreciate that joke, but all of the heat that had been there years ago when we first had that argument, the one with her giving her phone number out to some random guy, had long since disappeared. No, that was one argument that was dead and buried.
Of course it was still very much a white-hot fixture in my fantasy life. I still jerked off thinking about what could have happened that night even if there wasn't a chance something actually happened. Lisa was so good, so faithful. But I wasn't going to admit that fantasy aspect of that old argument to her. No, just admitting that I enjoyed guys looking at her was enough for now.
"This raises some interesting possibilities…" Lisa said.
I looked at her, looked at that considering expression on her face, and wondered what I'd just started. Still, I was intrigued, and I could feel my cock stirring at the idea of what she might come up with. And so I rolled on top of her. She giggled as I did so, and then her eyes went wide as she felt my hard cock pressing between her legs.
"Already?"
"What can I say? You've inspired me with your dirty talk!"
Her giggling turned to a moan as I sank my cock inside her for the second time that night. As I felt the mixture of her lubrication and my own come buried deep inside her pussy, and as I imagined that it was another man's come inside her as I was fucking her second.
11: Processing
"He said he was turned on by the idea of guys watching you?" Kate said, incredulous. She took a sip of her beer and I took one from my own drink.
"I know," I said. "I couldn't believe it either, but you should have seen the way he blew his stack when I started hitting him with the dirty talk."