Cassie Green

by Delta Browning

  “Nope, you’ll just have to stay home with the kids, while I go out for a relaxing treat.”

  “What’s in it for me?” Keith pushed.

  “Maybe I’ll give you a treat of your own when I get back home from my massage.”

  “That could be fun,” Keith agreed. “Well, I better go; the guys are piling in the jeeps to head down the mountain for dinner. I love you.”

  “Okay, I love you too. Bye, baby,” Cassie replied. Keith could faintly hear Cassie tell Sahara, “I told you he wouldn’t care,” before she managed to hang up the phone.

  Keith had a lot of questions he hoped to get answers to when he got back home. He hoped she’d admit her massage from a man turned her on as much as it turned him on. He wondered if she’d really been reading about his hotwife fantasy to play along with him in bedroom escapades. He hoped he had the guts to actually talk to her about his fantasy rather than just whispering in her ear moments before climax. For now though, he just hoped his boner went down before he made it back to a jeep full of guys.

  Chapter 4:

  What the fuck have I done?

  “What the fuck have I done?” Cassie said aloud, looking herself in the eye in her mirror after getting out of her shower. “What the fuck have I done?” she repeated to herself again.

  She’s had a chance to come down off of her euphoria since her massage earlier in the day and the couple of drinks she had that afternoon have long since metabolized. Now it was just her, at home, by herself for the next week and some change. Her husband was over 1,000 miles away and would only call every other day or so to check in.

  “This is Keith’s fault,” she said to herself. “He’s the one who planted this seed in my head.”

  Indeed he did, he even watered it over the years by telling her how hot it would be to watch her fuck another man. He fertilized it by encouraging her to dress more provocatively than she liked when all he said he wanted for his birthdays was to go out to dinner with her dressed like that. He nursed it along by pointing out guys that checked her out when they were together, letting her know it turned him on when they did. Now look, the seed he planted so long ago in her head has sprouted and is starting to grow. Will Keith cultivate this newly emerged flower to bloom if he learns the truth? Or will he cleave it from the fertile soils in which he sowed it, claiming fantasy and reality are two different things.

  “Should I tell him?” Cassie thought aloud. She couldn’t tell him when he was away; she wouldn’t be able to read his face. She’d have to wait until he got home. That gave her a little over a week to make up her mind, nine fucking days. Not telling him would be a major violation of trust, but telling him could send him over the edge. She loved him deeply and it would kill her if he left.

  What troubled her most, from what she read, was this whole hotwife thing was based on trust. Keith didn’t set her up with Anthony. Keith didn’t know about Anthony until Cassie told him about him after the deed was already done. Keith didn’t know she was going to get fucked by another man today. Then again, neither did Cassie, she just spread her legs in the moment and let it happen.

  “It was good, that’s for sure,” Cassie said to herself, remembering how much Anthony’s fat cock filled her up. The thrill of another man, a strange man, hovering over her, being inside of her, was something she hadn’t experienced since her first time with Keith. But she knew Keith for a long time before they ever made love, so there was even more excitement with Anthony.

  “Maybe there’s something to this,” Cassie wondered. “If Keith’s on board and I like it, this lifestyle could be fun for both of us. Maybe I’ll tell him and make his fantasy a reality.”

  But then again, maybe she’d just whisper it in his ear when they made love, like he does to her. See what happened next. He’d definitely be more accepting of anything she had to say if he was about to cum. If it didn’t go well, she could always play it off as role play.

  Chapter 5:

  Reality Check

  Keith and the rest of the guys drove 18 hours through the night so they could get home during the day and have time to unpack their stuff. Maybe even get a little nap in before their families got home and life had a chance to punch them in the face with a reality check fresh off of the hunting trip. Keith never was much on taking naps, but thoughts on how he was going to fuck his wife after the kids went to bed had him even more keyed up than usual.

  He always got like that after a trip away, something evolutionary probably. Being away from his mate for a period of time made him need to fuck her, to reclaim her as his own more than just a regular week stretch between sex. He came harder too, and sadly, more quickly.

  Cassie’s provocative talk early in his hunting trip had him even more pent up than usual though. Every movement tingled the sensitive head of his engorged cock and pre-cum wetted a small circle on his boxer-briefs. His wife was predictable though; she liked to have sex on Sundays, not during the week and today was Monday. Surely she’d throw him a bone; he’s been gone over a week. After all, they made love before he left and that was a Thursday. There’s no way in hell he could last until Sunday, if he didn’t stop thinking about fucking her, he wouldn’t last long enough to get his pants off before blowing his load.

  Keith just settled down on the couch after unpacking all of his stuff when he heard the garage door open. He stood up and walked to the door to greet his wife. He heard the door to the garage rattle from her keys; he gripped the handle and felt it turn from the other side as soon as he tried to open it for his wife.

  The door swung open and Keith laid his eyes on his beautiful wife for the first time in what seemed a long time. He opened his arms and embraced her as she stepped through the door. After a moment, he pulled his head back and gave her a long, deep kiss. One hand pulled her slim waist towards his, while the other hand naturally slid down to caress a cheek of her ass.

  Cassie wrapped her slender arms around Keith’s masculine shoulders and reveled in the feeling of his touch after their time apart. After a moment passed, she loosened her grip around her endearing husband to look at him.

  “The kids are in the car,” Cassie said coldly, as if it was just another day after work.

  Reality check. Every evening when Cassie gets home from work with the kids, it’s a mad dash to get the kids fed, bathed, and in bed before any major meltdowns occur. Despite their time apart, tonight would be no different. Two hours later, mission accomplished.

  “How was your trip?” Cassie asked Keith as he snuck out of his youngest’s room and sat down next to her on the couch. Cassie was already ready for bed. Showered and dressed in a pair of panties and an old T-shirt, she looked mouth-watering to Keith. She didn’t need to be dressed up or have makeup on to be beautiful. That’s one of the things Keith loved about her, she woke up every morning just as stunning as she looked when they went out on infrequent dates.

  “It was great, everyone got an elk, we ate like kings, and we were in the mountains. What more can I say?” Keith replied, exhausted from his trip. “How were things here?”

  “Oh, they were pretty good. The kids weren’t too bad, I’m tired from trying to wrap up a big project at work though. It will all slow down a little after tomorrow night, though.”

  “That’s good it’s going to slow down some, you’re going to be home late tomorrow, right? That’s when you have to give your presentation?” Keith asked, fairly familiar with what she’s been working on for the past few months.

  “Yeah, I’ll be home late tomorrow. Hopefully the City Council doesn’t get into any big deliberations and the meeting won’t last too long though. We’ll see, you never can tell.”

  Keith moved closer to his wife. He placed his hand on her knee and began to rub it up and down her right thigh as they talked. Her freshly shaved legs were smooth as silk, he loved how they felt as he slowly glided his hands up and down her thigh, stopping at her panties before sliding his hand back out toward her knee. He gazed into her piercing blue ey
es as they talked, reconnecting with his mate from their time apart.

  “Do I need to have something to eat for you when you get home, or will you get something beforehand?” Keith continued on with the mindless small talk, but could only really concentrate on his smoking hot wife and how good it felt to touch her again. He imagined what he was going to do to her, how hard he was going to fuck her when they went to bed, knowing deep down, he wouldn’t last long. He thought about it too much, for too long, he was going to have to go heavy on the foreplay to get her close to orgasm if he had any hope of lasting as long as she needed him to.

  “No, they’ll have pizza or something for us during the closed session, so I shouldn’t need anything when I get home. Can you rub my back a little bit? I have this freaking knot between my shoulder blades from working at my desk so much and it won’t go away.”

  Cassie was already standing up to sit down between Keith’s legs on the couch before he even acknowledged that he would rub her back. Keith spread his legs and scooted back into the couch to make room for his bride. He admired her delicious ass as it passed with inches of his face and he had to adjust his aching erection to get comfortable before she sat all of the way down.

  The smell of her lavender scented body wash filled his nose, something she bought because she read it would make her sleep better. When she was seated, Keith brushed her hair to one side, wrapped his arms around her waist, and stole a gentle kiss on her delicate neck, just below her ear.

  “Ouch, you need to shave Mr. Mountain Man, if you want to take this back rub any farther,” she protested.

  Keith ignored her protest and gently nibbled on her ear as he caressed her creamy thighs with both hands. He pushed down with his palms as his hands moved towards her knees, then gently squeezed her legs as he worked his hands back down her quads. He intentionally brushed her pussy through her panties with his thumbs before his hands made another trip to her knees.

  Keith’s kisses moved from below her ear, traced down her neck, and made their way across her shoulder. He got a nice view of her firm breasts when he momentarily stopped rubbing her thighs to move the loose fitting shirt to the side to cover her shoulder in intimate kisses. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I love you, too”

  Cassie worked her shoulders in a tight circle to gently encourage her husband to the task at hand. Keith got the hint and began to gently knead her shoulders with his hands, pausing periodically to steal a kiss from her neck and take in some of her familiar scent. His cock strained hard with anticipation and oozed pre-cum in a slow, steady drip.

  Keith worked the heels of his hands up and down her spine, taking extra time to work on the knot between her shoulder blades that she complained about. He used long, slow strokes up and down her spine and then alternated that with firm, circular motions with the heals of his hands in the trouble spot.

  More often than Cassie approved, Keith gave in to temptation and moved his hands down her waist and then up her shirt to gently caress her bare breasts as he kissed her neck. He’d gently squeeze her hard nipples between the base of his thumbs and palms as he cupped her firm tits.

  “How do I compare to your masseur?” Keith asked.

  “Anthony was a little more thorough,” Cassie replied.

  “Anthony? Are you two on a first name basis now after one massage?”

  “I hope to be, he was really good. Does that make you jealous?”

  “I’m not the jealous type,” Keith said as he continued to rub her back.

  “Maybe you should be.”

  “Why is that?” Keith asked as he moved his hands back down to her thighs. He could feel her wetness when his hands brushed against her panties and lingered there before gliding back out towards her knees.

  “Because he was hot,” Cassie admitted, “and good with his hands.”

  “Mmmmm,” Keith softly moaned as he pulled her in tightly to him, grinding his hard cock into the small of her back as he kissed her jaw line from behind.

  “Do you like it when I talk about other men being hot?”

  “Yeah,” he admitted.

  “Why don’t you go take a shower and shave and we can talk about it some more in bed,” Cassie directed.

  “Okay, but I hope we do more than talk when I’m out of the shower.” Keith helped his wife up from the couch, gently cupping her ass as she stood. She looked more beautiful to him than ever before. She exuded a sexual confidence he’d never seen in her. It was exiting, new, irresistible and he needed to have her.

  Keith quickly stripped to shave and then jumped in the shower; his rock-hard erection slapped his belly when it was freed from the confinement of his underwear. Cassie pulled the covers back and slipped into bed to await her man.

  In the shower, Keith looked down at his throbbing cock and thought about stroking it to take the edge off, so he could fuck Cassie good. He ultimately decided against it. When he was this horny, he could feel every hair before entering her pussy and each ridge in her canal drove him wild with pleasure. The sensations of being inside a woman were far to pleasurable when this turned on to ruin it in hopes of satisfying his ego to last a little longer in bed. Besides, he’d make her cum, he always did.

  Keith looked again at his cock, it was so engorged it twitched with each beat of his heart. His cock looked small to him and he always wished it were bigger. It was an average size though; he measured it once out of curiosity. Okay he measured it several times out of curiosity and this hard on looked like “a big one,” for him anyway. He figured it usually just looked so small because he was a fairly big guy. At six foot, two inches tall and 215 pounds, he was well above average in size. He was also in decent shape and didn’t let himself go after years of marriage like some do.

  Cassie stayed in shape too. In many ways, Keith was more attracted to her than ever. Not just because she worked hard to keep her body tone, skin young, and hair ever-changing to give her a new look on a regular basis. That helped tremendously, but more because he’d grown so close to her over the years. He usually knew what she was thinking without even asking. She could take his fucked-up sense of humor and even enjoyed it for the most part.

  There also wasn’t anymore guessing in the bedroom, he knew how to please her. He didn’t have to fumble around, trying different things and hoping. He could turn her on, push her buttons, and drive her home. Whenever she’d let him anyway. Her libido didn’t exactly match his. She was a once a week kinda girl. He was more of a once a whenever he could get it kinda guy. Maybe that’s why he was so attracted to her after all of those years, she always left him wanting more. She’d give him some, but never enough.

  As Keith washed himself, his mind drifted further. He wondered if Cassie got turned on by “Anthony.” He apparently left an impression with her or she wouldn’t have remembered his name. He liked it when other men noticed her; it made him feel good about himself that he had such a hot wife that others wanted for themselves. He wondered if Anthony got turned on by touching his wife. He did more than wonder, he hoped Anthony got turned on by touching his wife. She was a tasty carrot, dangled in front of his nose, that he couldn’t eat and stay within the bounds of professionalism.

  Touching hot women was probably just work to guys like that, they probably didn’t think anything of it. Nevertheless, he was going to use the encounter as pillow talk tonight to see how his wife reacted. Talking about him watching her fuck a real person may turn her on even more than just some faceless cock, it sure turned Keith on more. A real person, a real name, a real encounter, his fantasy was getting closer to reality.

  Keith got out of the shower and dried off. He didn’t bother putting on his shorts to sleep in before making his way through the dark bedroom to his side of the bed. He pulled the covers back, got in bed, and spooned in tight to his wife. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pressed his hard cock against her body, and kissed her neck. Nothing. He tried kissing her ear and rubbing his hands up and down h
er thigh. Still nothing. She was asleep. A week of working long hours and watching the kids by herself didn’t let her stay awake.

  Should have jerked off, Keith thought to himself, thoroughly exhausted as well.

  Chapter 6:

  Cassie’s Project

  Cassie’s slim figure was bent over a large drafting table in her office, pouring over a map of downtown River Bluffs. She’d been working on a project proposal to revamp part of their city for several months and was looking over the latest revisions before taking them to her boss.

  Cassie was a project manager for the medium sized city. She’s one of the most productive employees, so the biggest and most complicated projects were always handed to her. Being the best in the public sector isn’t always a good thing, you get more work dumped on you for the same pay as the next person. The only thing you can ever hope for is for someone to leave and you can maybe get a promotion, but with low turnover, it’s a long process to move up the ladder very far.