by Lexi Archer
This was definitely one of those days where I felt an indescribable heat as though I was coming down with a fever. Heat ran through my entire body, and the source of that heat wasn’t my gorgeous wife. No, I was pretty sure it was that naughty dirty talk she’d initiated.
I don’t know where she got the idea, but I liked it.
“Aren’t we turned on tonight?”
I growled again and pushed her down. I hooked my hand into her tank top. She smiled and sighed as she moved her hands up over her head. As I exposed inch after inch of her delicious body to my eager eyes. This was something else I never got tired of. Unwrapping my wife’s perfect petite body was one of my greatest pleasures in life. Her tits sprang free with that wonderful bounce they made every time I pulled her shirt up over her head. I licked my lips as I looked down at her. As I pulled her shirt the rest of the way over her head and then she was topless before me.
An image floated unbidden into my imagination. My wife lying back on the bench seat of a truck in her cheerleading uniform after a football game her senior year. In my imagination I saw a handsome guy with tousled blonde hair and a cowboy hat leaning over her on the bench seat doing the same thing I just did. Pulling her uniform up, up, revealing her treasures to him. Leaning down and kissing her. Swirling his tongue in her mouth as they explored forbidden territory.
I shook my head. I was back in the present. Where the hell had that thought come from? Why was my cock twitching and almost on the verge of blowing a load as I thought about that?
I pulled my own shirt up over my head and then I fell down on Abby, pressed her tits against my chest and pressing my cock up against her. Rubbing against her. Luxuriating in the feel of her soft and oh so warm skin pressing against my muscled chest.
We made out like that topless like a couple of teenagers for a few more minutes before she moved her hands down and fumbled at my boxers. I pulled away from the kiss and grinned down at her as her hand slipped inside the band of my boxers and her hand was wrapping around my cock.
And I was back in the past again. Leaning over her. Feeling her hand wrapping around my cock. Maybe it was the first time her hand had ever wrapped around a cock before. Despite how hot she was, despite how popular she was back in school, Abby had gotten a late start. One of the side effects of being a good church girl in a small Midwestern town. Only to hear her tell it, and it was a difficult to get any of those stories out of her let me tell you, she’d more than made up for lost time when she turned eighteen. When she started her senior year.
I shook my head and I was back in the present again. With my wife’s hand wrapped around my cock. Jerking it up and down as she thrust her hips up to meet the head of my cock. As her body writhed and gyrated under me. I leaned down and kissed her again, though I was going to have to stop this soon. I was close to coming just from her hand. Not that I was necessarily against coming all over my wife’s hand. I just figured there were far better ways for me to get off than a hand job.
Reluctantly I reached down and pulled her hand away. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. I leaned down and pecked her on the lips.
“That’s so damn good,” I said. “I’m worried I’m going to lose it.”
Her eyebrows rose almost all the way up to her forehead. “Really? From a hand job?”
I shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “What can I say?”
“Don’t say anything,” she said. “Just get those boxers off.”
Abby didn’t have to tell me twice. I flopped down on my back beside her. I ripped my boxers aside and tossed them to the floor. Abby was in the process of getting out of her own shorts, but I interrupted her. I grabbed her shorts and panties, hooked my fingers through both at the same time, and then I was pulling. She bit her lip, gasped, and lifted her ass into the air as I pulled her pajama pants down revealing her beautiful pussy to me.
I licked my lips. I wanted nothing more than to taste my gorgeous wife, but I had other things in mind right now. I tossed her shorts aside and fell on her once more, only this time there was absolutely nothing separating us. I positioned my cock at her entrance, pressed the head of my cock in her, luxuriating in the warm wetness as her pussy lips surrounded me.
And I was back in time once more. My cock was pressing against her pussy lips only she was under me with that skirt still on. I was staring down at her like she was the most gorgeous woman in the world, which of course she still was. Only there was something about that first time, which is what was happening in my imagination. Something about experiencing the wonders of a woman for the first time, that made it so much more amazing.
As I looked down at her I knew that I wasn’t in my body. I was in his body. The asshole. The guy she’d dated for most of her senior year. The guy who’d gotten to a lot of firsts with her. David.
But she ultimately broke up with him the summer after her senior year because she was going off to college and he was more than content to stay back home in their one stoplight town.
Sure Abby had dated other guys. She’d fooled around with guys before she got with me, though we somehow managed to be each other’s firsts where it really counted. Only he was the only other one aside from me she’d actually had feelings for. That she’d actually been together with for more than a couple of months. The only one, as far as I knew, she’d loved.
And judging from the looks that crossed her face tonight, maybe the only one in that she still carried a torch for.
In my fantasy version of the past my gorgeous wife, though she wasn’t exactly my wife in this scenario, looked up at me with a sad smile. “We can’t.”
And then I was back in the present once more. I blinked and shook my head.
“What?”
“You don’t have a condom on,” she said. “You know we can’t.”
I pressed inside her a little more. Luxuriated in the feel of her warm pussy wrapping around my cock. And, if I’m being perfectly honest, I was also enjoying that I was actually able to sink my cock inside her beautiful body. That was something he’d never actually done. She hadn’t completely gotten rid of the whole good girl thing until she got to college and got a little partying under her belt. Until she met me.
“You’re on the pill, and I’m so fucking horny.”
Abby rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her face. “Now that sounds like something I would’ve heard back in…”
She hesitated for a moment. And I figured I knew exactly what that hesitation was. That was exactly the kind of thing she would’ve expected to hear from David back in the day. Back when he was still trying to convince her. Back when he was looking for the honor of being her first.
“… College.”
It was almost a save. I almost didn’t notice the hesitation that gave her away. I wouldn’t have noticed it if I hadn’t been watching for signs. If I hadn’t been looking at her face for any indication that she was thinking about more than her class president or her ten year class reunion.
I knew she had to be thinking about him. Maybe that was me projecting since it seemed to be all I could think about, but I didn’t think so. I didn’t think I was imagining things. She was good, but not that good.
I finally sank my cock all the way inside her and I sighed. She moaned and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me against her. That sigh was all the encouragement I needed. Apparently condoms were off the menu tonight which was just fine with me.
As I pulled out and moved inside her I was distracted. I wondered what was wrong with me. Where these thoughts were coming from. Sure we’d played this game before. The little game where she acted like I was somebody coming into the house to take her. That I was some man, not her husband, who was very interested in taking her in a way that only a husband should.
But tonight was the first time that fantasy was combined in my mind with the whirling mix of emotions that I felt every time I thought of her with her old high school boyfriend. There was always jealousy there, though I didn’t quite understand why
. Sure I’d seen other guys looking at her, she was gorgeous after all, but that had always made me proud more than anything else knowing my wife was so hot that every other guy at a house party wanted her. Wanted to be with her.
Only now that I was moving in and out of my wife, pounding her and thinking about how much he would have loved to do this but never got the chance to, somehow asserting my dominance over him by being with my wife in a way that he was never able to, I realized that beneath that undercurrent of jealousy there had also been something else. Arousal.
I’d been turned on.
It was such a stunning realization that I almost stopped fucking. Abby looked up at me and raised an eyebrow, opened her mouth as though she was about to ask if something was wrong. I shook my head. I needed to get back in the game. I could process everything later.
For now it was just a fantasy, and if it was turning me on then I figured I’d just go with it.
And so I entered a weird headspace as I fucked my wife. A half fantasy world, half reality as my cock slid in and out of her. As she threw her head back and her hair tossed from side to side. As she let out gasps, squeals, and moans every time my cock slid inside her.
Half of me was in reality. Was in our bedroom in the here and now. Half of me was her husband, married to her these past three years, the only man to ever go all the way with her. We were a happily married couple fucking with reckless abandon as I felt her tight pussy wrapping around my cock, as sweat dripped from my body, as her amazing tits bounced with my every thrust.
But tonight there was another part of me. There was another place I was going. I was in a fantasy world. A fantasy world from ten years ago when she’d graduated high school. The summer after her senior year when their relationship had gotten really hot and heavy. When she’d admitted she was the closest she’d ever been to throwing aside her good church girl morals and giving in. Finally doing what she’d so very desperately wanted to do with him the entire time they’d dated.
It was as though I was half in my body while at the same time having an out of body experience. Being projected into the past. To a fantasy world that I’m sure still very much existed in his mind where he got a chance to fuck my wife.
It was as though I could feel the desire for my wife that he must’ve felt. And it was turning me on. It was encouraging me to new heights. It was making me pound my wife in a way I never had before. And it was sending me over the edge faster than I’d ever gotten there before.
Holy shit!
“I’m close!” I shouted.
“Holy shit! What got into you?” Abby screamed.
Her body shuddered underneath me and her mouth opened as her head threw back and a loud wail escaped her lips. Holy shit. She was coming harder than I remembered seeing her coming in quite a long time. Her legs clamped around me and her body started vibrating underneath me. That’s the only way that I could think of to describe it. She was fucking vibrating! Or vibrating while fucking. Whatever.
I had one last thought. One last trip into the past as I buried myself inside my wife. As my cockhead expanded and I started twitching inside her. Unloading without a condom in the way. I imagined her old boyfriend. Imagined the last ten years. Thought about how he must have thought about my wife over those years and how he let her get away. I imagined him jerking off thinking about doing just this as blast after blast of my come pumped deep inside my gorgeous wife’s waiting pussy.
My head was on fire. My body was on fire. The usual orgasmic tingle erupting from my cock was spreading across my entire body as though my entire self, my very soul, was being emptied into my wife as I indulged in this forbidden fantasy.
And then, finally, I was spent. It was all I could do not to collapse on top of Abby. She was looking up at me, biting her lip, and had a huge grin on her face.
“So what brought that on?”
“Can’t I just like fucking my wife?”
Abby shook her head as though she didn’t believe me, but she didn’t press the matter. Which was probably for the best. The last thing I needed right now was to explain that I’d been fantasizing that I was her old boyfriend fucking her. Chances are she probably wouldn’t understand. Hell, I was the one who’d had this fantasy thrust upon me and I didn’t understand it.
I rolled off of Abby, my cock pulling out of her. God that had been intense. That was probably the single most intense orgasm I’d had since our wedding night. Not that our lovemaking was boring. Far from it. But I suppose that even the best steak in the world would get a little routine if you had it all the time. You catch my drift.
I thought about the fantasy. I thought about my wife seeing David for the first time in years. I opened my mouth and said something stupid without really thinking about it.
“Maybe you should think about going to that reunion,” I said.
Wait. What? Where did that come from? Why was I encouraging her to go to her reunion when it sounded like she didn’t even want to go? Why was I encouraging her to go to her reunion when it meant going back to that town? When it meant a pretty damn good chance of running into him?
“What?”
Abby leaned up on an elbow and I turned to stare. My eyes traveled down the delicious curves of her body. Her amazing breasts that were still pressing out towards me. Her hair falling over her shoulders. Her toned flat stomach that was filled with my cum even as we spoke. My eyes ran down between her legs where I thought I could make out a trickle of my juice making its way out from between her legs. I briefly imagined that was his juice trickling out from between her legs and let out an involuntary shudder.
“What do you mean?”
I moved up onto my elbow and shrugged as best I could. “I don’t know. You only have one ten year reunion. You might regret not going someday.”
Abby shook her head as she looked at me. “You’re weird.”
I thought back to the fantasies running through my head as we made love. No, we hadn’t just made love. That had been pure, unadulterated, animal fucking. That had been me jumping on my wife and taking her completely. That was raw passion. Something I hadn’t felt with her in a while, despite how turned on I still got every time I saw her.
“I’m just saying think about it,” I said.
Abby looked me up and down with a look she got on her face when she knew I was up to something. Or at the very least a look that crossed her face when she thought I was up to something. Which was most of the time. I saw that look a lot.
“I’ll think about it,” she said.
I flopped back against my pillow and considered pulling my boxers back on. Something told me sexy times were over for the evening, and I could still get in some reading before it was time for bed. I glanced over to my gorgeous wife one last time. Took in the gentle curve of her body. The contours of her amazing skin. She wasn’t making any move to put any clothes on. Now that was new.
I shrugged. If she was sleeping naked then I was too. It might be fun. Then Abby rolled on top of me with a grin and it was clear there wasn’t any sleeping in the cards just yet.
3: Old Memories
“You’re cleaning out the attic?”
Abby’s voice was incredulous. Not that I could blame her. It’s not like cleaning was exactly my thing, even when I was trying to score brownie points.
“I figured it would be good to get some clutter out of there,” I said.
Abby smiled a knowing smile as she leaned back against the kitchen counter. God did she look amazing in her shorts and tank top. Every bit as hot as the day we met. And why shouldn’t she? My wife spent a hell of a lot of time in the gym making sure she looked just as good as she always had!
“I know what you’re doing.”
I raised my eyebrows. I hoped to hell she didn’t know what I was doing. Then again, when she usually thought she’d figured me out she was always pretty off the mark. I just let her think she was good at reading me. It made for a happier marriage.
“Oh? What am I up to?”
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If my wife had any inkling as to what I was up to she’d probably be royally pissed off. If she had any idea that I wanted to use the occasion of her trip to the mall to go up to the attic and rummage through her old photo albums and yearbooks she’d probably be furious. If she realized why I wanted to look at those old photo albums and yearbooks she’d go from furious to potentially marriage-ending levels of anger.
No, better to just avoid the whole subject. Better to let her think whatever she was about to tell me.
“You just don’t want to go shopping.”
My face broke into a wide grin that was partially amusement and partially relief. No, she really had no idea why I was planning on going up into the attic.
“You’ve got me babe.”
Abby rolled her eyes as she grabbed her keys and purse off the kitchen counter. “Fine, you can stay home. But I expect at least one bag of trash to be full by the time I get back here mister!”
“Of course babe!” I held up my hands and pulled my best innocent look. “You’re talking like you don’t think I’m actually going to be cleaning up there!”
I held an arm out to stop her as she turned towards the garage. There was one more thing I needed to talk to her about. That I desperately needed to go over with her. My cock was rock hard in my pants even as I felt blood pumping through the rest of my body, felt heat behind my face. I was so turned on and so goddamned nervous at the same time.
I didn’t know how she was going to take this next bit.
“Something on your mind?” she asked.
“You might say that.”
“Okay, spill.”