“This is fun to think about, but I’m worried the reality might not live up to the fantasy.”
“You think he’s got a small cock?”
She giggled and pushed him in the chest. “No, you prat. I’m just worried that it’ll cause problems between us, and I don’t want to risk ruining our relationship.”
“It won’t. I promise.”
Karen shrugged. “I still don’t understand why the idea of me making love with someone else turns you on.”
“You wouldn’t be making love with him, you’d be having sex. There’s a difference.”
She nodded. “Yeah, sorry.”
“You’d be fucking each other, nothing more.”
“That’s so much less complicated than an affair.” She smiled mischievously. “And a lot more fun.”
“So does this mean you’re considering it?” He held his breath.
“If it’s an open invitation, I don’t need to decide now. I’ll have to see how I feel when I actually meet him. If there’s no spark, I wouldn’t want to go any further, anyway. Meaningless sex or not, I’d need to feel some sort of attraction for him.”
He nodded, trying to hide his disappointment that he hadn’t been given the guarantee she’d go through with it. “Fair enough.”
She reached down and rubbed his stomach. “And besides, I think what we’ve just done made the conversation worthwhile.”
“Yeah, I can’t remember the last time we acted like that.”
Karen moved closer, placing a tender kiss on his lips. “Now let me get some sleep.”
Nigel lay awake in the dark, listening to Karen’s steady breathing as she slept beside him. Though tired from their passionate sex, he already had another erection from fantasising about his wife with another man. He suspected this wasn’t normal behaviour for a family man in his early fifties.
Maybe I’m turning into a deviant.
He smiled at the possibility, then focussed on imagining Karen’s expression during penetration if Sean’s cock was really big.
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Chapter Two
After Karen had left for work the following morning, Nigel listened as his daughters chatted over breakfast about some online game they both played. Fifteen-year-old Lucy was trying to help thirteen-year-old Violet overcome a problem she’d encountered on level three, explaining a bribe needed to be paid to the gatekeeper in order to get access to a secret passage.
As he cradled his coffee cup, Nigel thought about Karen’s secret passage.
Do I see myself as its gatekeeper?
He shuddered at the thought. Even though the idea of his wife giving herself to another man provided an undeniable thrill, he needed to make sure Karen understood that the decision to do so or not was hers, and hers alone. He didn’t want to be perceived as a pimp. All he was doing was clarifying that he wouldn’t mind if she chose to—
“Dad!”
Nigel looked up, startled. Both girls were staring at him impatiently, already wearing their coats and holding their school bags.
“Sorry.” He went to pour the cold remains of his coffee down the sink. “If you two get in the car, I’ll just grab my coat.”
After dropping the girls off at school, Nigel parked on a side street. He walked into the town centre and headed to a café. This wasn’t his usual routine, but being your own boss had some benefits. He ordered a bacon roll and a fresh cup of coffee, then found a table where he could keep his back to the wall while he browsed ladies’ underwear on his phone.
By the time he’d finished his second breakfast, Nigel had decided that some sort of black teddy would look nice over his wife’s soft white curves. He left the café and headed to the lingerie shop Karen favoured. A very helpful lady of about his own age served him, and five minutes later he was heading back to his car with his purchase. There was a warm contentment in his stomach from his bacon roll, and a fiery tingle lower down as he pictured his wife wearing the silk and lace garment he’d bought, which the lady in the shop had called a chemise.
When Karen got home that evening, Nigel had already picked up the girls from after-school hockey training and started making dinner for the family. After greeting everyone, Karen went upstairs to change out of her smart clothes and heels and returned a few minutes later in leggings and a loose t-shirt. She helped Nigel finish dinner, then the whole family chatted about their respective days while they ate in the dining room.
Nigel watched his wife’s face as he casually asked the question that’d been on his mind all day. “Any more thoughts about your trip to Denmark?”
Karen looked surprised, then a half-smile crinkled the skin around her eyes. “The taxis and flights have been booked, apparently.”
Violet looked up. “You’re going to Denmark?”
Karen nodded.
“When?”
“Next week. Why, is there a problem?”
Violet shook her head. “No, I just thought you’d have mentioned it before.”
Nigel looked at their youngest daughter. “I’m sure we’ll manage without your mum for a couple of nights, Vi.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just that… I thought…”
Karen frowned. “What is it, baby?”
Violet sighed and shook her head. “Nothing. Some of my friends are on about going to the cinema next week, that’s all.”
Nigel flashed Karen a knowing look. “I’m sure I’ll be able to drive you and your friends to the cinema, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Violet smiled broadly, then finished her dinner. Lucy finished soon afterwards and both girls left the room, leaving Karen and Nigel together.
Karen looked worried. “Will you be okay with the girls while I’m away?”
“So long as they don’t need me to take them clothes shopping or give advice on PMT, I think I’ll manage to cope for a few days.”
She smiled and finished eating.
“Any other details sorted?” Nigel could feel Karen’s gaze on him, but kept his eyes on his plate.
“What sort of details were you thinking of?”
He felt a flutter in his stomach when he looked up and saw her playful expression. “I was just wondering if you’d been in touch with any of the other delegates.”
Karen giggled. “The answer is no.”
A wave of disappointment washed over him, and it must have showed in his expression, because she quickly clarified.
“I mean I haven’t been in contact with anyone else who may or may not be at the meeting.”
“Ah, right.” He took a breath but said no more.
Still smiling, she checked the door to make sure the girls weren’t in earshot. “It’s a bit unnerving, how much you seem to want this.”
Nigel swallowed, remembering his gatekeeper fears from earlier. “It’s your decision to make, you know that.”
She looked serious. “I’m not sure I can.”
“What, go through with it?”
“No, I’m sure I could do that.” She bounced her eyebrows and put the tip of her tongue between her teeth, then she looked thoughtful again. “I mean I’m not sure if I can make the decision.”
Nigel stared at her. He wasn’t sure he was ready to say it out loud. At least not until he was convinced she was wholly sold on the idea. In the end, he simply shrugged and said, “I think you should go with an open mind, see how you feel about it if the opportunity arises.”
She held his gaze for a couple of seconds, then nodded.
Lucy came back into the dining room with two cups of tea, and the spell was broken.
Nothing more was mentioned that evening, but once they got to bed, they had sex. While it was gentle and loving, Nigel sensed a little more urgency in the way she moved, the way her thighs gripped his. He also felt a stronger than usual clenching of muscles when she came.
They hugged each other in the afterglow, and eventually fell asl
eep in each other’s arms.
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On Saturday morning Nigel took the girls to hockey as usual, but the overnight weather had been so bad that the game was postponed due to a waterlogged pitch. Several of the girls decided to stay in the clubhouse and chat, so Nigel said he’d come back and collect them later.
When he got home, Karen was nowhere to be seen, though her car was on the drive. He put the kettle on, then wandered upstairs to see if she was there. He heard a strange noise coming from the spare bedroom, and walked in. Karen was using the exercise bike, which had sat idle for the best part of two years.
She looked shocked to see him, and also a little embarrassed at being seen. They both knew that she was trying to firm up her legs and body, getting herself more toned, just in case…
“Why aren’t you at the game?”
“Last night’s rain left the pitch too wet.”
“So where are the girls?”
“They decided to hang out with the team in the clubhouse.”
Nigel took in her attire—the trainers, the tight leggings and tank top. He watched as she dismounted, the leggings digging into the cleft of her sex.
“I was just… I thought I’d…” She shook her head and looked down at her feet.
Nigel stepped close. The intensity of the coldness in his stomach was bordering on what he felt when angry, but he was far from angry. He thought about the leather of the saddle chafing against her sex. He imagined her becoming slick at the thought of Sean appreciating the firmness of her thighs, and visualised the hardened leather working its way between her engorged labia as she pedalled.
Her face was damp with perspiration, the wisps of hair she hadn’t pulled back into a ponytail sticking to her forehead and cheeks.
Without a word, Nigel slipped his hand down the front of her leggings. The elasticated material offered no resistance, nor did his wife. After sliding his hand between her hot thighs, he pushed two fingers into her already-wet sex.
“Oh, fuck…” Karen’s eyes fluttered, and she bit her lip.
With his erection straining against his trousers, Nigel squatted down and yanked her leggings and panties to her knees. The smell of her sex coupled with her sweat was a heady mix, and he turned her around and sank his face between the hot cheeks of her backside.
Karen lost her balance and had to hold on to a chest of drawers to avoid falling over. She giggled and looked over her shoulder at him. “I think we should take this into our bedroom.”
Nigel had already released his cock and he stabbed it into her from behind, sending himself balls deep in a single lunge. She let out a startled grunt, but he felt her clench around him. She wanted this as much as he did. He slammed into her with force, his groin slapping against the cheeks of her backside as he furiously fucked her.
She whimpered under his onslaught while pushing back to meet each thrust, giving as good as she got. Nigel reached round and slid a finger either side of her clit, thrilled to find it fully exposed from its hood and as hard as a nipple.
Karen came as soon as his fingers came into play, and Nigel erupted inside her seconds later. Both continued thrusting, and the chest of drawers creaked with their movements.
When their rocking finally slowed, Nigel ran his hands up her sides and slipped them round to cup her full breasts in her lycra top. He pinched her nipples, hard, and was rewarded with her inner muscles squeezing his softening cock once more. Their breathing eventually got back to normal and she eased him out of her and turned to face him, pulling her leggings and panties back up.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, then she took a breath. “You’re going to have to say it, you know.”
She stroked his chest and ran her hand down to his cock, now flaccid and still slick from a mixture of their juices. She squeezed his shaft, coaxing out the remnants from his orgasm. She took the cum between her thumb and forefinger and brought it up to her mouth. Watching his eyes, she slipped her fingers between her lips and licked them clean.
Nigel’s heart pounded in his chest.
“Nige, if you don’t say it, I don’t think I’ll be able to do it. I won’t be able to bring myself—”
“I want you to fuck him.”
There. He’d said it out loud, admitting it for the first time. He hadn’t realised the discreet distinction between saying he didn’t mind and admitting he wanted it, but there was definitely a change in her expression.
Finally, she nodded. “Thank you. Why?”
He frowned, embarrassed. “The idea of it turns me on.”
Karen licked her lips and her eyebrows dipped. “What if it turns me on, too? Is that a problem?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. I want it to turn you on.”
She tilted her head just a fraction. “And there’ll be no problems later?”
He smiled. “None.”
“Okay. If the opportunity presents itself, I’ll fuck him.”
An electric current surged through his loins. “And if the opportunity doesn’t present itself?”
“Then I’ll have to create the opportunity myself.”
Her expression was serious, and he knew in that instant that she wanted to fuck Sean as much as he wanted her to. Probably even more so. Nigel placed his hand behind her head and pulled her close until their lips met. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and they kissed in a way they hadn’t done for a long time.
When they eventually broke the kiss, they looked at each other, surprised, and then both chuckled.
She pushed him away and looked down. “I need a shower.”
“I want to come again.”
She laughed and slapped his arm. “Well you’re going to have to sort yourself out. I’m sore and leaking all your stuff into my gym kit.”
Nigel cupped her bum cheeks in his hands. “You know you don’t need to tone this arse up, right? It’s perfect just as it is.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure I agree.”
“Trust me, I know what men like.”
A flicker of something passed behind her eyes, and she leaned close to whisper in his ear. “I’m pretty sure I know what men like, too.”
Her words sent a shiver down his spine, but the tone of her voice made his muscles clench so hard that his balls rose inside his sac. He sighed. “I really need to come again. I might have to abuse myself.”
Karen narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare. Save it until I get back. I’ll make it worth your while.”
Nigel groaned as she ran a single finger down his chest, stopping it before she reached his still-throbbing manhood. “I’m going for a shower. You should cover that up before you go back for the girls.”
Nigel watched her hourglass figure as she walked out of the spare bedroom. He had no doubt whatsoever that she would be able to get Sean to do whatever she wanted. His legs were shaking, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the exertion of the sex they’d just had, or if it was due to his excitement about the sex they’d have when she returned from Copenhagen.
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Chapter Three
The taxi to take Karen to the airport arrived before eight on Monday morning. Nigel hadn’t shown her the chemise he’d bought, instead adding it to the contents of her small suitcase while she showered, along with a note saying, ‘I saw this and thought of you’.
After hugging each of the girls, Karen took his hand and squeezed it. She looked nervous.
Nigel wrapped her in his arms and gave her what he hoped was a comforting smile, then kissed her cheek. “Have a good trip.”
Karen forced a smile and headed down the path with her laptop bag slung on her shoulder, trundling a small suitcase behind. She looked the ultimate professional.
After breakfast Nigel took the girls to school, then headed off to work as usual. He had some paperwork to finish for a recent completed order, which kept him focussed for a couple of hours, but once that was done he sta
rted thinking about Karen’s trip. He checked his phone regularly and was finally rewarded with a text from her just after three in the afternoon.
I’m here. Hotel and conference centre very swish.
Off to an informal welcome meeting over coffee now, then we have an evening session from 5 - 10pm :(
Take care of the girls. Kxx
Nigel fired back: Glad you got there ok. Have all the other delegates arrived yet?
He chewed his lip as he waited for her reply, which took less than a minute.
Yes, he’s here :-)
He wondered if she and Sean had shaken hands when meeting face-to-face for the first time. Nigel decided to do some preparation for the batch of parts he’d be making tomorrow. Getting things in place would save him time in the morning, but he really just wanted to keep busy.
On Monday evenings, Lucy had a flute lesson at five-thirty and Violet played netball at seven. By the time he’d finished taxiing his daughters here and there and sat down in front of the TV, it was after nine. He’d been checking his phone all evening, but Karen hadn’t sent him any updates. He imagined she’d be busy with the business side of things; big pharma companies wouldn’t go to all the expense of flying staff to another country for a meeting if there wasn’t a lot of work to get through. He checked his phone again when he went to bed, but still nothing.
The following morning, as Nigel was driving the girls to school, he felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket. A tingle developed in his lower stomach. The girls were blethering on as usual and he wondered how he could check the message without alerting them to his anxiety. Finally held up at a set of traffic lights, he snatched out his phone.
It was a text from Karen. With trembling fingers, he tapped the icon.
Good morning.
I’m with people from my office so can’t give details now. Kxx
Nigel stared at the phone, his heart racing. He checked the traffic lights, then sent a quick reply.
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