by Lexi Archer
I made quick work of her bra, unsnapping it and pulling it down one arm and then the other until her tits were revealed in all their glory. God I loved her chest. Her breasts were just as amazing, just as perky and gravity defying today as they'd been back when we first met. Back the first time we fucked each other. The first time we fucked at all, for that matter.
"I need you now," Lisa said.
"I'm not arguing!" I replied.
Lisa jumped off the couch and then she was shimmying out of her shorts. She always had to use that move when she was wearing shorts. They were always so tight on her that it seemed like they were painted on, and I always loved seeing her getting out of them.
"God you are so sexy! I love you so much."
She smiled, though it was a sad sort of smile.
"I love you too, no matter what."
Well that certainly seemed like an odd thing to be saying, particularly considering how things were heating up. But it pulled me out of the moment with my sexy wife on top of me and back to thinking about whatever was bothering her earlier. For a moment I thought that maybe she was trying to distract me with the sexy, but now that she was looking at me like that with that sad expression on her face I realized that might not be the case after all. Maybe we were just delaying the moment of truth.
"What is it babe? What do you need to tell me?"
"In a minute baby," she said. "Right now I need you to lose those pants."
I realized what an idiot I was being. My gorgeous wife stood in front of me taking her clothes off and I was asking her what was wrong instead of getting my own clothes off! Well that was a problem I very quickly rectified. I undid my pants and was out of them in record time, my cock standing up proud as she stared down at me and licked her lips.
Yeah, she was definitely turned on!
She climbed on top of me and I felt that deliciously familiar sensation that I never got tired of. The feeling of her pussy lips just grasping around the head of my cock. I threw my head back, squeezed my eyes shut, and took in a deep breath as I clawed at the couch to hold onto reality as she sank my cock into those delicious warm wet depths I loved so much. That were so familiar to me, and yet at the same time it was so incredible every time I felt her wrapping around me!
"Fuck baby!" I said it. No sooner was she down and buried to the hilt, she'd done that in record time, than she was pulling up and slamming down again. I stared at her and her tits which were bouncing up and down in that lewd yet oh so sexy dance.
Over and over she bounced, and I could feel the couch straining underneath me. I could hear springs creaking, and it's not like this was an old couch or anything. She was just fucking me that hard. She was just that overwhelmed with whatever it was that had inspired this incredible lust.
I reached my hands out and wrapped them around her petite waist as I held on for dear life.
It was weird. Considering everything that had passed between her and that gentleman we met out at the fishing charter my obsession should have been roaring, but I barely had a chance to spare a thought for thoughts of my wife with that guy. Not that he had a chance with her anyways, but it was sort of a thing with me now that I'd make up fantasy scenarios in my head involving my wife being less than faithful. I'd always been terrified to tell her about them, heck I was still scared, even considering how positively she'd reacted to my confession of getting turned on by guys staring at her, but at the same time I couldn't deny how hot it was.
Only she was fucking me so hard that I couldn't do anything but hold on for dear life. I tried to conjure an image of her bouncing up and down on that guy's cock, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. The feelings that were coursing through my body were just too intense.
"Are you ready to hear my confession baby?" she asked.
I blinked. She'd been fucking me so wildly that I'd forgotten all about how crazy she was acting earlier even though it was the only thing that I could think of when we were making the walk back over here. Even though it was the only thing I could think of just a minute ago before she started bouncing with such reckless abandon. I smiled as I thought of that. How quickly a good fucking from my wife could make me forget about all of my troubles! Only I still very much wanted to hear about whatever it was that was bothering her so much.
"Are you sure you want to hear about it? It'll play right into that little fantasy you were telling me about, but it might also really piss you off," she said.
Now I was definitely intrigued. What could she possibly say that would both piss me off and fan the flames of my fantasy at the same time? Yeah, if I'd been only slightly interested in what she had to say before then I was really interested now!
"Whatever it is baby, you can tell me. I want to hear it so bad."
"It has to do with back in college," she said.
I blinked in surprise. It had to do with back in college? What was she talking about? Of all the things she could've said that was definitely the one I least expected. I figured she was going to tell me that she was turned on by that guy, that getting turned on by him was the reason why she was so hot and bothered right now. Why she was so quick to hop into bed with me.
That was the kind of fantasy I could get behind: Her getting turned on by a guy and then us going back so that she could transfer any sexual energy she might be feeling towards another guy back to me. Maybe tell me about all the things she wanted to do with the guy. That was how the fantasy usually worked in my head.
No, Lisa was definitely throwing me for a loop by changing up the script like that! Yet at the same time my curiosity was definitely piqued.
"You have my attention," I said. "What about college?"
"Do you remember the time I gave that guy my phone number?" she asked.
I let out an involuntary growl that surprised me. I thought I was over all those old feelings of jealousy, but from the sound that just came out of my throat it seemed that maybe those feelings were more deep-seated than I thought. And yet even as I growled, even as I felt some of that decade old anger bubbling to the surface, at the same time that obsession also came roaring back to the surface in a major way. In a way that it surprisingly hadn't while I was watching my wife with that Jerry guy.
Images of her on top of some guy in her own dorm room, of her bouncing on top of some stranger in that bet, ran through my head. My growl got her attention, and in a bad way. She suddenly looked unsure of herself. She was looking like she wanted to stop.
I reached up to reassure her. "It's okay baby, you can go ahead. I just reacted that way out of habit."
"I'm just surprised you'd still be that mad about it," she said.
I sighed. "To be perfectly honest I'm mad and turned on. I've been turned on by the idea of you giving out your phone number to that guy ever since it happened, but I was always terrified to admit it."
She looked away and down. "Funny. I was always afraid to admit…"
I reached up and brushed her cheek, pulled her until she was facing me. I have to admit it was just a little difficult to maintain my focus considering that her pussy was still wrapped around my cock even if she wasn't bouncing on top of me at the moment.
"What is it? What are you trying to tell me?"
"I couldn't help it!" she wailed. It looked like tears were starting to come to her eyes. I definitely didn't expect that.
"Couldn't help what?"
Suddenly an icy fear was gripping me. Saying she couldn't help it sounded dangerously close to some of the fantasy scenarios I'd had surrounding that particular week over the years. Only the fantasy scenarios running through my head couldn't possibly be true. It couldn't possibly have happened like I'd imagined.
"I was mad at you," she whispered. It was hard to hear her over the hiccupping coughs that were coming along with the tears. To say that I was a confused jumble of emotions would be putting things lightly. Having her pussy wrapped around me, feeling her body over me, having my hands wrapped around her petite frame, and having her sobb
ing while she was on top of me was leaving me with the world's most confused hard on.
I reached up to wipe a tear from her eyes. I wasn't sure I believed what I was about to say, but it seemed like what she needed to hear in the moment. "It's okay baby. Whatever it is, it's okay."
"I invited him over because I was so pissed off at you. You were accusing me of cheating on you and he was the only one I'd been talking to about it…"
That ice was really starting to settle in the pit of my stomach, but at the same time my cock was harder than it had ever felt before. It was on fire. I felt a strange sensation in the pit of my stomach right along with that ice. Arousal. A burning fire that I couldn't deny. She was admitting to what I thought she was admitting to! Holy shit! All these years I'd fantasized but never dreamed it was actually possible. All of these years she kept this secret from me, which to be perfectly honest did piss me off just a little bit, but at the same time it was such a fucking turn on and that overrode any anger I might have been feeling!
"Are you serious?"
A pause. I lifted her up. Pulled her back down on my cock. A gasp from her.
"Yes…"
"What happened? I need to know," I said.
"He came back to my dorm and we were talking."
"Just talking?" I pulled her up and down again. Another gasp.
"No," she said. "Not just talking."
"What else happened?"
Another move up, another pull down. It was the most intense feeling in the world. It was just fucking, something we'd done so many times before, but it was made so much more intense because of this situation she was telling me about. I wasn't sure if she was making it up on the spot or if it had actually happened, but either way it had me so fucking turned on! I was almost on the verge of losing consciousness it felt so fucking good feeling her bouncing up and down on my cock as she told me about this.
"We were talking about how mad you were. How unfair it was that you were accusing me of fucking around on you when I had no intention of ever fucking around on you."
"But you did."
"I was so mad at you," she said. It was halfway between a moan and a sob. It seemed that she didn't know what to say as much as I didn't know what to say. It seemed she didn't know how to feel about this as much as I didn't know how to feel about it. Anger and arousal were warring inside me, but arousal was putting up a better fight.
"So what did you do?"
"We started making out," she said.
I felt something changing as she spoke. She was getting into it. As I was pulling her up and down she was starting to fuck me again. It wasn't just me pulling her up and down on my cock. Her hips were churning in time with my thrusts. Her moans were coming louder and louder.
"Is that all?"
"No," she gasped.
"What else?"
"I started feeling his cock. It was a little bigger than yours, and so different," she said. "Then he sort of got me on top of him on the bed, and before I knew it his hand was was down between my legs and his cock was out and…"
This time I did bring a stop to our fucking. I felt like I was about to completely lose control. I felt like I was about to blow my very essence, my very soul, into my wife. I'd always thought I was the first man to get with my wife, after we had that argument and I decided that I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life, but if this story was going where I thought it was going then it was starting to very much look as though I might not have been the first guy to fuck my wife after all.
"Did you fuck him?"
There was a pause as she looked down at me. There was a pause as we stared into each other's eyes. As we contemplated her answer, and what it would mean for our relationship.
"Yes," she said.
We weren't even fucking, I was just sitting with my cock buried inside her, but that admission, that revelation that all of my deepest and darkest fantasies were true for all these years and I had no idea, was too fucking much. I let out a strangled gasp and then I was holding her in a vice grip as my cock started spewing load after load of hot sticky come deep inside her. I was so incredibly turned on. I couldn't help myself. Lisa blinked and stared down at me in surprise, but then when she realized what was happening she leaned down and started whispering to me.
Her face was right next to mine and I could feel the sweet taste of her breath as she whispered. As she continued the fantasy.
"He was so deep inside me. Another man was fucking your girl before you did. He took my virginity, pumped his load deep inside my untouched pussy… That's not all baby," she gasped.
I cocked an eyebrow. "That's not all? What are you talking about?"
"Jerry? The guy we just saw down at the docks?"
"Yeah? You said you went to school with him. What's the big deal?"
"That was Jared. That's why I'm so worked up!"
That guy was Jared? No wonder she was acting so weird. Holy shit! I saw stars dancing in front of me. I couldn't believe this feeling. It was incredible. It was better than anything I'd ever felt before. It was more intense than any orgasm I'd ever felt in my life. I couldn't believe it. She'd already lost her virginity the first time we fucked. I wasn't the first guy she had sex with. She'd gone and fucked that guy that I was so worried about, that guy that I'd been fantasizing about her fucking ever since that incident so long ago.
With one final strangled gasp I blew the last of my load inside her.
There was a pause. Lisa stared down at me, worry crossing her face as the cloudy haze of arousal left. As both of us came down from that incredible high that was our fucking session. That was her admission that she'd fucked another man. I wanted to laugh at that worry. She probably thought this was the end of our relationship now that I was leaving the fantasy world of our fuck session and coming squarely back to reality. Nothing could be farther from the truth though.
"So what do you think babe?" she asked. "I know you said that was a fantasy of yours, but now that it's really happened?"
"You're serious? All of that actually happened? You fucked another guy before you fucked me?"
She flinched away almost as though she'd been slapped at every word. That was the last thing I wanted her to feel. I moved a hand up to her cheek, gently stroked with my thumb and whispered to her.
"It's okay," I said. "It's okay. So very okay."
She bit her lip, hesitated, and then nodded. "It's all true. And I felt so guilty about it for the last decade. It's been killing me. Just thinking about the... about the truth coming out is what had me in such a panic earlier today."
I couldn't help myself. I laughed. I actually laughed. It was so weird having so many years of built up tension being released like that, and all of it came rushing out of me at once. It was also kind of ridiculous. All these years I'd been terrified of telling her about these fantasies I had, and at the same time she was terrified of telling me about the time she'd fulfilled my fantasy in a major way!
Talk about ironic.
"Are you really laughing? I tell you about this, I confess something that's been tearing me apart for years and all you can do is laugh?"
I held up a hand as though to ward off her anger, though I knew from hard-won experience that there was no warding off her anger once it really got going. Better to try and head it off before she got really pissed off.
"No, it's nothing like that," I said. And so I explained myself. Why it was so funny, and once I'd explained myself she actually cracked a smile too. She started laughing just a little.
In a matter of moments we were lying beside each other laughing hysterically, my cock still buried deep inside her. And it was in that position that Kate found us when she walked through the front door with some guy I'd never seen before. Both stopped and stared, the guy getting a good eyeful of my wife though most of her naughty bits aside from her ass were covered by the way she was pressed against my body. Kate sighed, rolled her eyes, and then grabbed the guy and yanked him towards the stairs.
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sp; I looked up at Lisa. She looked down at me with mock severity on her face. And then we both burst into giggles once more.
"I can't tell you what a relief it is that you finally know about that." she said.
"I can't tell you what a relief it is that you finally know about my fantasy," I said. "And that you fulfilled it in such a major way! I wish we'd done this years ago!"
"I guess we should be completely honest with each from now on, right?"
"Speaking of," I said. "Have there been any other guys?"
She was suddenly serious, the laughter gone from her face. "No. Why? Do you want there to be?"
"I know it sounds weird, but I very much want to watch you with another guy…"
"I think I'd be open to that idea," she said. "The question is who? One of our friends isn't going to work. They're either in relationships or not my type."
"Well I do have one idea…" I said. A sudden look of dawning realization passed across Lisa's face. Intrigued realization, but that didn't stop her from shaking her head.
"You can't possibly be…"
I grinned. "Oh I am…"
17: Indecent Proposal
I couldn't believe I was doing this. I couldn't believe I was actually walking back down to the marina. Back to the fishing charter. I stood at the edge of the docks and looked out. The boat was there, but I didn't see Jared anywhere in evidence.
I stared down at the dock, but I didn't see Jared anywhere in evidence. Of course he could be below deck. There was still time for me to turn around. Still time for me to go back to the lake house without him. Still time for me to step away from this fantasy.
Of course it wasn't a fantasy so much as it was bringing the past into the present in a major way. Either way it was crossing one hell of a line. A line that I'd promised myself I would never cross again the first time I crossed it.