by Lexi Archer
It had to be that hot college guy she'd been talking about. The one who’d been the subject of her dirty talk for so long now. I knew how hot and bothered she got thinking about that guy, and it looked like she'd finally gotten around to doing something about it.
As always when I got a text message like this I thought back to the crazy first time we'd done something like this. I thought about how far we’d taken this since those first few clumsy encounters where we’d argued but powered through and made it somehow.
Back then I'd insisted that I had to be there every time she fucked a new guy. Now she was so adept at this that I was comfortable with her going out and finding a new man to have fun with even when I wasn't around. Just the thought of her being out fucking another guy, and the hot idea of knowing she was going to come back and tell me all about it while we fucked, was always so fucking hot.
But it was the security of knowing she was always going to come back to me that made it worthwhile. That made it possible for us to do this again and again. It might be a fucked up way to run a relationship, but it worked for us. Mostly.
Madison stepped through the door to the bedroom and I looked her up and down. Damn. I’d been so preoccupied with thinking about her fucking another guy that I hadn’t heard her come in. She was in a new dress that looked like it would be better for going out to clubs than for a day at work. One that I hadn't ever seen before. One that I imagined she was probably wearing earlier in the day when she had her fun with this Sam guy.
Something also told me she changed into that thing on her way home just for me. There was no way she wore that thing at work today. It would’ve been too distracting for the men in her office.
"Did you have a fun day at work baby?" I asked.
She smiled. "You know it."
I didn't wait a moment longer. I pounced from the bed, wheeled her around, and pressed her down on the bed. Climbed on top of her. Pressed my cock against her.
"So how much did this dress end up costing us?"
She grinned. "Never you mind. It's the fee for getting that picture earlier today.
"That's just fine," I said. "I take it from that picture that you didn’t use a condom this time around?"
She bit her lip. "No. I was bad…"
She might have been bad, but I didn't care. She was on the pill, and we'd been lucky enough that we hadn't run into any other trouble so far. I reached down and pulled my cock out. It was pretty easy because I was already just in my boxers in anticipation of just a scenario like this.
In a flash I was buried to the hilt inside her. I had the delicious pleasure of feeling her warmth as well as the additional added lubrication that I knew was the come from another man she'd fucked earlier in the day.
I sighed in contentment. God that felt good. There was nothing better in this world!
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"You know it baby," I grunted.
I didn't waste any time. In an instant I was pounding in and out of her. Filling her with my cock just like she'd been filled with another man's cock earlier in the day. She threw her head back and moaned.
"God this is so good," she said. "It turns me on so much being naughty for you. Fucking other guys for you!"
"And it turns me on that you love fucking other guys for me!"
I imagined her fucking another guy in the changing room. Being pressed up against a wall as his cock pounded in and out of her. I thought about how amazed he probably was that he got a chance to fuck the hot older woman at work, though it's not like she was that much older. Maybe six or seven years, and she looked just as good as any college girl I'd seen. Even better, honestly.
As I fucked her I also thought of something that had been popping up more and more. Ever since we started this fantasy. I imagined the one guy in this world who wanted Madison more than anyone. The guy who'd been obsessed with her for years. Probably still obsessed about her today, though I had no way of confirming or denying that since I hadn’t spoken to him in years.
Madison moaned and then her pussy was grasping for me. I knew she was coming, and it was a good thing. Because thinking of Kyle and how much he wanted my wife was always enough to send me over the edge as well. I groaned and buried myself inside her. Pumped her full of her second load of the day as she moaned under me. As her tits bounced under my thrusts.
I felt lightheaded. I felt on the verge of passing out. I always loved fucking her right after she'd fucked another man. It was so intense. So intoxicating.
I let out a loud groan that was more powerful than what I usually did in this situation, and every muscle in my body tensed. God this was fucking hot!
Finally I came down, though, and fell off to the side. I looked over at Madison and she grinned.
"So that was pretty intense," she said. "What was the inspiration for that performance?"
I blushed and looked away. I did that every time she talked about my performance when I’d been thinking of Kyle fucking her. This was the one thing that still seemed like going too far. The one thing that I was sure would piss her off rather than turn her on.
"Come on Sean," she said, propping herself up on one elbow. "That was another one of those mysterious intense orgasms. The ones that are more intense than the ones you had back when we started doing this fantasy. What's going on in your head when that happens?"
I looked away, but she reached up and grabbed my face. Pulled me back towards her. It looked like the wife wasn’t in a mood to be denied.
"Come on. You can't hide whatever it is from me forever!"
I sighed. "You won't like it if I tell you."
"Really? I wouldn’t like it more than you confessing that you like the idea of me fucking other guys? Next to that it doesn't seem like much of anything you can tell me will be that crazy."
I felt a familiar tingle. The sort of tingle I'd only felt a couple of times before in my life, but it was always fucking intense. The first time was that first night when I fucked Madison and all I could think about was Kyle fucking her. The second time was that night on a fateful New Year's Eve when I’d confessed to her that I got off on the idea of her getting with other guys.
And now I was feeling it again tonight, and it was probably the most intense it had ever been. I reached out and took her hand. Gave it a squeeze.
"Do you remember the guy who almost made sure we didn't get together at that first party? The one where we met for the first time?"
Madison paused for a moment but then I saw a dawning realization on her face. "Yeah, I remember! That asshole who came up and hit on me and then interrupted us later when we were chatting?"
"Yeah, none other than. My ex-friend Kyle."
"What does he have to do with… Oh. Are you serious? That guy?" Madison asked.
She didn't seem angry. Not exactly. I suppose that was a positive. She did seem a little curious, though. More intrigued than anything else. I figured that was a good thing. It wasn’t the end of the world I’d anticipated. Then again, the end of the world I anticipated after telling her these things never seemed to materialize.
"Why would you be thinking of him of all people? I thought you might want to call Tyler or something for another go-round."
I laughed and shook my head. That brought back some very good memories. Tyler had certainly been surprised to get that call out of the blue after being out of school for a couple of years, but he’d still been more than willing to have a go at my wife!
"No. Nothing like that. Though that night with Tyler was pretty fun."
"So why were you thinking about your old friend of all people?"
"Because he's the one guy in this world aside from me who thought you were a goddess walking. He was obsessed with you. He lived and breathed thinking about you, and I can't help but think about how jealous he’d be that I'm the guy who gets to be with you instead."
"And I'm betting you also can't stop thinking about how hot it would be if a guy who was obsessed with me like that finally
got a chance to fuck me?"
"Well it is something I've been thinking about for awhile. To be perfectly honest I was thinking about him fucking you that first night we got together."
Madison blinked in surprise, but then she grinned. Shook her head. "I had no idea he was the one that started this whole thing."
"Yeah, but it's not like anything is going to happen with him. I haven't talked to him since that night. As far as I know he’s still back home playing the same old games with friends and obsessing over the same old stuff we obsessed over when we were kids. He's probably a first-class example of a failure to launch," I said.
"Of course if he’s still obsessing over the same old things that means he’s still obsessing over me, too," Madison said.
My cock twitched at that. She had a point. A point that made me all hot and bothered. A point that made me want to climb on top of her and pound her again as I thought about how hot it would be if it was Kyle pounding her instead.
Madison leaned in closer. "And what would you think if there was an opportunity for us to see this guy again? What would you do if I decided I wanted to show off for him a little bit?"
I licked my lips. My cock was rock hard. Painfully so. I desperately needed to fuck her, but I also desperately needed to hear where she was going with this. I still didn't think it would actually lead to anything, but then again I hadn't thought any of our other crazy conversations would actually lead to anything and yet here we were lying in bed together with my load mixing with another man's deep inside her body.
Who was to say what could or couldn't happen as a result of these conversations?
"You would want to do that?" I asked.
"I don't know. You know I get turned on thinking about other guys thinking about me. How hot would it be to show off for that guy? Show him I'm married to you. Show him what he's never going to get and what you get to have on the regular?"
I looked at her and leaned in and kissed her. God I was so hot right now. I felt like I was on fire.
"That does sound fucking hot, but I don't know how that would be possible. I don't even know where he lives anymore. I just assumed he’s still in our hometown."
"So why don't we go look him up?" Madison asked. "A little bit of creeping on social media sounds like it's in order."
"Madison, wait!" I said.
I don't know what it was about this situation, but I felt a little more worried about getting in touch with Kyle than I had for any of the other guys she’s been with. It was one thing to fantasize about him getting with Madison, but it was another thing to actually have her interested. For some reason I was reluctant to share her with him, even if sharing her with him was the hottest thing I could imagine at the same time.
Talk about a fucked up mix of emotions.
Not that my reservations meant a damn thing. No, Madison already had her laptop out from her nightstand and she was firing it up. Pulling up everyone's favorite social media network.
Yeah, I was really reluctant to dig into this. For some reason that anger I'd felt all those years ago was burning just as bright today as it had back then. I was surprised at the force of that anger. I thought I'd been over it long ago. And yet even all these years later it seemed like letting him get with Madison was somehow a way of letting him come out on top.
At the same time there was that desire. I looked Madison up and down. At her perfect nude form. I imagined Kyle staring at that perfect nude form. Taking her from me. I don't know why, but that was so much hotter than any other fantasy scenario I'd ever been able to come up with. It was crazy, it was self-destructive, but it was that obsession.
If there was one thing I'd learned over the years, it was that when the obsession took hold of me there wasn't any stopping it. It might take years, but it eventually won. And so I figured it would be safe enough to just look at some postings on social media. After all, the worst that could happen was we came up with some interesting fantasy fuel. I still didn't think anything would actually come from this.
Madison turned to me and grinned as she opened up a web browser.
"You know we've been looking for an excuse to head home anyways. This might be the perfect one!"
I smiled, but I felt a mixture of sickness and arousal in my core. Yeah, she was taking this a lot more seriously than I thought.
I almost hoped she wouldn't find him, even as I prayed that she would. I was very interested in seeing where this was going. I had a sense of foreboding about this that I hadn't felt in years. I thought I was okay with every aspect of this fantasy. I thought I was completely over any lingering jealousy.
Only the jealousy had roared back to life in a major way.
That's probably what made this idea so fucking hot.
17
Social Creeping
I think my favorite part of this whole thing was how uncomfortable it was making Sean. Now before I sound like a total bitch I think a little bit of explanation is in order.
Sean was always uncomfortable when he was revealing something that really turned him on. I’m talking the kind of secret desire that he was afraid would ruin our relationship. It was cute that he was always thinking in terms of doom and gloom when it came to his fantasies, but at the same time it could be more than a little frustrating.
Especially when everything had gone so well with these fantasy reveals so far. I’m not sure why he still thought something bad was going to happen because of a fantasy, but that’s just the way he thought.
I knew one thing for sure, though. If this was something he was afraid to tell me then that also meant it was something he was really into. The sort of thing he probably stayed up late at night jerking off over when he thought I’d already gone to sleep. I’d gotten a couple fantasy ideas from watching what he was looking at on his phone well after he thought I was dreaming.
Pro tip to the guys. Us ladies always know what you’re doing when it feels like someone started using a jackhammer on your side of the bed. At the same time I was glad Sean hadn’t figured that out.
This, though. This was a surprise. A surprise that more than intrigued me. A guy I hadn’t thought of in years turned out to be the lynchpin of my husband’s fantasy life? Talk about crazy. Crazy hot. I recalled that guy being kinda cute in a geeky sort of way. If he was anything like that in the here and now then I’d be more than happy to explore this new wrinkle in Sean’s fantasy life.
I just had to find the guy. Chances are if he really was a failure to launch living back home and never really evolving past the guy he was in high school then he wouldn’t be the kind of guy I was interested in having fun with. Which would be a pity. Sean already had a rock hard cock that he was trying to cover up. This excited him even if he didn’t want to admit that it excited him.
It was enough to make me want to grab that hard cock and scream “this turns you on! Go with it!” I wasn’t going to do anything of the sort, though. No, I’d long ago learned how to ease him into trying new things. Funny that I would be the one doing that now when he was the one who had to ease me into this lifestyle in the first place.
“So what did you say his name was honey?”
Sean didn’t say anything. I looked over at him and almost wanted to do a little dance of joy. He looked so annoyed that we were even doing this. Yeah, I’d definitely struck a rich vein of suppressed fantasy stuff here. Now to mine that vein for everything it was worth.
“Come on Sean. What was his name? If you don’t tell me I’m just going to go get one of our yearbooks and get it that way.”
Sean sighed. This really was like trying to pull teeth. I figured after this long he would’ve been more than happy to go along with these fantasy scenarios. I wondered what the hell it was that had him so reluctant to go along with the fun this time around, but it wasn’t going to stop me from dragging this information out of him!
“Kyle Roberts,” he said.
I typed that in. “Right. Kyle Roberts. Don’t have to worry about him not ha
ving his maiden name.”
“You never know. That is legal now,” Sean said.
I fixed him with a flat stare. “So you’re saying the guy who was obsessed with me his whole life is gay now? Thanks. That’s a boost to the ego.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Sean said.
“I know honey,” I said with a smile.
A smile that turned to a frown as I looked at the screen in front of me. There were a lot of results, but scrolling down through the list there were none that looked like the guy I remembered. There wasn’t even a much fatter version that sort of resembled the guy I remembered. That had happened to more than a few people we went to school with.
“Do any of these results look like him?” I asked, turning the laptop towards Sean.
Sean frowned as he looked at the screen. He swiped down a couple of times and I watched his face closely. Considering how he was acting about this guy I figured it was entirely possible that he’d decide to not recognize his old friend. No, safer to keep an eye on his face and see if there was any sort of reaction there that would give it away rather than relying on his word.
Only there was no flicker of recognition as he scrolled through that row of faces.
“Nope. None of those look like him. Even allowing for him getting a little chubby over the years,” Sean said.
I giggled at the echo of my own thoughts. “Yeah, that seems to have happened to several people we went to school with, doesn’t it?”
“I guess he’s not on there. We’ll just have to have some more fun and forget about this,” I said.
“Not so fast there buddy. We can try narrowing the search.”
So I typed in the guy’s name and our hometown. I figured if anything would bring him up that would do it, but it still drew a blank. Damn.
“Seriously Madison. You don’t have to do this.”
I let out an exasperated sigh and turned on my husband. The man I loved. The man I’d gone on so many sexual adventures with since we got married and discovered we both enjoyed this fantasy quite a bit.