I was sitting at the bar of the brewpub I frequented for lunch when I was at work, chatting with Courtney, one of the bartenders I had become friendly with during my visits there. My wife, Theresa, would join me there as often as she could and had become closer with the cute young bartender than I, often engaging her in private conspiratorial conversations at a corner table. Theresa would mention Courtney's opinion on one subject or another during our conversations, so I knew they discussed more than Courtney and I did during our chats.

"Phil," Courtney interjected into our admittedly mundane conversation, "you should abduct Theresa. I think she'd really like that."

I knew that I heard the words she said, but for a moment I couldn't make sense of them. "I...what?" was all I could muster.

She laughed at my confused expression. "You heard me. We've been exchanging fantasies lately, and I think she'd be fine with me revealing that she has a thing about being taken somewhere secret and fucked by another guy"

"You don't mean a rape fantasy, right? I really couldn't pull that off. And I wouldn't want to try, either."

Courtney's eyes lost focus for a second, then she said, "Nooo...I think the important thing is being fucked by someone not you. I think the abduction part is mostly to take the decision out of her hands; didn't seem like she was getting off on the being forced part of it. Maybe kind of persuaded to be naughty, not made to do it. Part of the turn-on is enabling her desire to fuck another guy."

"Maybe I could do the coercion thing, but forced? I couldn't do that, even as playacting." I looked sharply at Courtney. "You really think she'd get off on something like this?"

"Yeah, I know so from what she says, and I guarantee you would too if you could set it up convincingly. Remember, fantasy is what gets you hot while masturbating, not necessarily what you would actually do. I'm not saying she would go looking for some new guy to fuck in real life. Just to set your mind at rest, she was clear that she hasn't actually had any affairs, just that the idea of fucking someone else makes her hot. Said seeing some other woman suck you off gets her wet, too."

I just looked at her for a moment, imagining Theresa watching as Courtney took the head of my cock into her mouth and snugged her lips around my shaft. "Uh...wow!" Not at my most eloquent to be sure. I shrugged off the image. "Well, I guess I can work with that. It might take me a little while to work up some scenarios I feel up to pulling off, but I'm going to try to make something interesting happen for us. Hey, thanks for the suggestion, and I'll try my best to make sure Theresa is happy she opened up to you."

"Knock yourself out, man. I'm sure you can make it good for both of you."

I went back to work with a lot more on my mind than what I was getting paid to think about.

Over the next few days, I alternately game-planned intricate fantasy scenarios, then doubted my ability to pull them off. It took me about a week and a half before I marshaled the resolve to actually attempt to fulfill my lover's fantasy wishes, but finally I was ready to give it the best try I could.

One Wednesday, I left work about forty-five minutes early, knowing that Theresa was always home about an hour before I usually arrived. I parked on the street in front of our house so Theresa would not hear the garage door open and know I had come home.

Coming in the front door, I strode through the living room and into the kitchen, where I heard the water running in the sink. Theresa looked up in mild surprise as I normally wouldn't be home so early, and before she had a chance to say anything, I said, "Theresa - I got your text."

She looked at me in confusion, opened her mouth to say something, but I kept talking. "You said you were here alone, and I just had to see you," I said, "I've been thinking about you every day since the last time we made love, and I just have to have you again. I hope you feel the same way." Theresa's face began to change from confusion to thoughtfulness. "When is he going to be home? Your husband, I mean. Tell me we have time to fuck before he gets here. I just need you in the worst way."

I was pretty nervous, not at all sure I could pull this role-play off and get Theresa to buy into the scene. I resolved to act like I knew what I was doing and hope she would come along for the ride.

"You've been talking secrets with a certain someone, I see," Theresa said with sudden understanding. Then she immediately dropped into character. "Phil won't be home for at least 40 minutes," she said breathlessly. "I shouldn't...I can't..." she trailed off.

Maybe this would work after all! I felt relieved and some tension went out of my shoulders.

"You can't deny what we have between us," I said decisively, "you feel it too - it's too strong to ignore. You know you want to fuck me as much as I want you. Just admit it."

"Oh God," she moaned, "I do want you, its just..."

I strode up to her, cupping her mound in my palm through her pants. "Tell me you're not wetting your panties right now."

She just moaned louder and pushed up against my hand.

"Tell me if I pulled out my cock right now you wouldn't be on your knees sucking me off in your own kitchen. Tell me that and I'll leave." I gave her an intense stare and she just blushed.

"I thought so," I said knowingly, "let's go to your bedroom. I want to fuck you where he does. I want my cum on your sheets tonight when he gets home."

She said "Ohh," softly and took my hand, leading me upstairs to our bedroom.

I opened my pants and they pooled around my ankles and I kicked them off. I took out my hard cock and she stared as I stroked it languidly in one hand. "Look what you do to me, Theresa. I've been this hard all day just thinking about you. Take your clothes off and get on the bed. I want my mouth on your cunt. I want your scent on me so I can smell it after I leave and I can make myself come again at home remembering us fucking."

"Jesus, you're out of control," she said, complying with my demands and stripping her clothes and flinging them on the chair. "You're making me so wet..." She laid on the bed, pulling her feet up a bit so her knees splayed out, opening herself to me. I took in the display of her pubic thatch, her labia still closed but engorged, as I quickly rid myself of the rest of my clothes. I don't think my cock had ever been harder, standing proud and throbbing with my heartbeat.

I knelt by the side of the bed, pulling her knees over my shoulders and presenting her core to my gaze. Reaching around her upper legs, I ran my thumbs up the sides of her outer labia, pressing them together and kneading her clitoris between the swollen tissue.

She moaned and said, "Lick me...we don't have much time and I need you inside me before he gets home!"

I followed her orders, spreading her outer labia so I could take her inner lips fully into my mouth. I sucked them in, luxuriating again in the sensation of her long lips filling my mouth as I always do when giving her head. I spread her with my tongue, licking up to swirl over her prominent pearl, in wonder over how wet she already was without hardly being touched at all. I guessed the mental arousal of the fantasy game was really working for her.

"Yeah," Theresa said, "just like that. God, I love how you suck me!" Taking that as a cue, I sucked her clit between my lips and laved its glans lovingly with my tongue. "Just like that," she moaned, and I lost myself in the sensations of her silky wet cunt on my mouth and chin, loving the mewling sounds I elicited.

She twined her fingers in my hair and pulled. "Stop!" she bleated. "I need you to fuck me before Phil gets here! I want to come with your cock in me!"

Sounded like she was fully into fantasyland right now, and I was happy to plunge in with her. "I don't care what happens," I said as I stood and pulled her thighs up around my hips, "I'm gonna fuck you now whether he comes in or not!"

"Oh my God!" she moaned, and I placed my glans between her wet labia and rolled my hips forward, pulling her ass toward the edge of the bed so my cock sank into her cunt fully in one stroke.

I don't think either one of us was going to last very long judging by how aroused this scenario had made us. Slow and sweet was off the table right now, so I started fucking Theresa long and hard, and she started talking to me uncharacteristically, as she usually was nonverbal when we were making love.

"Oh, fuck me, yeah, do it quick, make me come, oh make me come before...oh before...he...uh...uh...uh." She devolved into moaning as I kept fucking her hard and fast, my balls tightening up and my cock swelling with the sensations of imminent orgasm.

I decided to get into the verbal act. "Does he fuck you like this?" I asked, hammering her cunt for all I was worth. "Does he make you feel this good when you come?" I took in the flush on her chest, her nipples stiff, aureoles wrinkled in arousal, knowing she was close to release.

"I want you to come on my cock," I told her. "I want to leave my cum in your cunt...Come for me, Theresa!" I demanded. "Come for me now!"

She moaned each time I bottomed in her cunt and I punctuated each thrust with an insistent "Now!...now!...now!" and in a very short time, I felt her sheath contract around me and she wailed endearingly in orgasm and I spilled my cum as deep into her as I could manage.

As our thrusting slowed and stopped, I held her hips close against me, my cock in her to the hilt.

"I'm gonna think about my cum dripping out of you all night...I'm gonna stroke myself off at home thinking about licking you and fucking you and cumming in you...you're the wettest dream I could ever hope to have."

With that, I pulled out and dressed as quickly as I could as she tried to come back to consciousness enough to ask me what was going on.

As I strode out the bedroom door, I said over my shoulder, "I'll call you, Theresa; I'll be thinking about you..."

I hurried downstairs before she could coherently respond and burst out the front door, still in character, and slammed it hard enough so Theresa would be aware even on the second floor that I had left the house.

Getting in my car, I started it up and drove around the block, readying fantasy scenario part two for deployment.

This time when I got home, I used the garage door opener and parked on my side of the garage as I usually did after work. I got out, entered the house through the back door as always, and once again encountered Theresa in the kitchen who this time looked a little bewildered but also languid and delightfully disheveled.

Not letting her get a word in I said, "Hey, who was that I saw leaving as I came in - didn't recognize him I don't think - what's going on?"

She looked at me, a little flustered, and paused as I saw the wheels turning in her mind as she quickly came up with the realization that we were still in character, but now I was inhabiting the suspicious spouse role. She blinked, then decided to stay in the role as the philandering wife and said, "Oh just a guy from work dropping off some stuff I need for a meeting tomorrow," with a bit of a flush on her fair cheeks.

I looked at her sternly, taking in the fact that she wasn't in work clothes at all, wearing her silk robe and I thought probably nothing underneath it.

I said, "Oh work stuff, huh?" and walked up to her, whipping the sash loose on her robe and parting it to reveal her bare but for a pair of white cotton panties. She blushed furiously as I said, "You are really a terrible liar. Who was he?"

She stammered, "It...it isn't what you think!" in a desperate tone.

"Oh no?" I rejoined, putting one hand on her inner thigh, "What will I find if I..." I slid my hand up to push her panties against her cunt, feeling the wetness seeping through the thin cloth. "Slide my fingers into your cunt?" I finished.

"Oh Phil, I..." she spluttered to a stop and twisted away from me. "I'm so ashamed," she wailed, "I just can't help myself..." She sat in one of the kitchenette chairs and put her face in her hands. I took a quick moment to be impressed at how deep we were both into these fantasy roles. My cock was stirring in my pants again thinking about what I hoped would be happening between us soon.

"He just...he has some hold on me," she said, not looking at me, "I just do whatever he wants; its like a compulsion, its so strong!"

"Listen," I said in a hard voice, 'the lying and the sneaking around ends here and now, or I'm going out that door and not coming back!"

"Noooo!" she wailed, "I never wanted to hurt you, I just wanted...oh I don't know what. But you gotta believe me, Phil, I love you!"

"Interesting way to show it," I shot back, "standing here greeting me with another man's cum dripping into your panties!"

"God, Phil, I'm so sorry..." her shoulders slumped, "I don't know what I was thinking."

"Well, if we want to salvage something from this," I began, "you need to swear to me now that you won't lie to me again. We have to figure out what we can live with and stay together," I said and she shot a startled look at me. "But that discussion is for later. Tonight, for the rest of the night, you're going to do whatever I say, no argument or refusal." Theresa was silent, looking at me uncomprehendingly. "Right?" I barked and she flinched.

"Um, OK," she said uncertainly.

"I need you to do better than that." I said "You do what I say, then we'll see if we can salvage our marriage. You want that, don't you?"

"Oh God, oh yes, Phil...OK, whatever you say tonight, then we can work it out, right?"

"We'll see," I said cryptically. "OK, first, get those wet things off, and get upstairs into bed. I'll be there shortly."

She went upstairs without another word but did shoot me a questioning look as she exited the kitchen. The defeated persona was gone as her shoulders squared as she strode away, and I felt she was anticipating the unknown to come with some interest.

I stripped in the kitchen, leaving my clothes there, noticing my cock was still a bit wet from our earlier encounter. I dried it off with a hand towel so I could stay in character; having a cock wet with cum didn't go along with the role of husband just home from work. I then hurried up the stairs.

Theresa was looking as arousing as I had ever seen her, lying back on the bed with her upper body elevated on a few pillows. Her dark nipples were stiffening and she had parted her legs enough so I could see her pubic curls damp with the aftermath of our earlier lovemaking. My cock was uncharacteristically hard so soon after my earlier orgasm; I realized it was only about fifteen minutes ago we were fucking in this same room as unfaithful wife and outside lover.

"Look at my cock," I demanded, stepping up to the side of the bed and presenting it to her gaze. "I was reading an article by a primatologist the other day," I went on, interrupted by an incredulous "What?" from my naked and luscious lover. I ignored her and continued. "Work with me," I said, picking up her hand and placing it around the top of my cock. "The way the ridge on a cockhead works is that when you stroke in deep, the tip," I squeezed her fingers around the very end of my glans, "pushes any semen left in the vagina from earlier mating over and in the back of the glans," I pulled her hand back so my cockhead emerged from her fingers, "and you see this ridge here?" I indicated the top of the backside of it.

Theresa murmured in assent, plainly confused by my rambling. "When the penis is withdrawn, that ridge scoops out the semen the tip pushes back. Therefore, the last to mate with the female during a mating session is the most likely to impregnate her. So, the alpha gets the last fuck so he has the most chance of furthering his genetic line." I saw some dawning of comprehension in Theresa's eyes. "So tonight, I'm your alpha. Even if I'm not the only one to fuck you, I'm the last one to fuck you. I'm going to mark you as mine no matter what else has happened today. Do you understand me? I'm your alpha. Say it!" I demanded.

"Yes Phil. You're...you're my alpha."

"That's right, baby, I'm the one that fucks you last." I looked at her for a moment. "Tell me."

"You're the one. The one that fucks me last," she said, not really sounding contrite, but what the hell, we were playacting anyway.

"Okay," I said, "we've got a starting point, and we can work out the rest later."

"Oh, Phil," Theresa said with some real relief in her voice, "I love you."

"OK, well, time to show it," I said, taking her lower jaw gently in my hand, pulling it down to indicate she should open her mouth which she did. I carefully got on the bed next to her head on my knees and brought the tip of my cock to her lips. "Suck me and make me nice and hard, cause I'm gonna fuck you," I ordered, "Reach down and stroke your clit and get your cunt ready for me, cause I'm not touching you there with his cum dripping out all over you."

Theresa managed to moan, "Jesus, Phil" around my cock as I thrust it home and she began sucking me forcefully, swiping her tongue over the underside of my crown.

I don't think either one of us really needed any foreplay right now; we were so deep in this evolving fantasy that neither one of us could possibly get more ready to fuck than we were right now. I did want to try to stay in character of the aggrieved husband who would have needed some stimulation (unless he was secretly turned on by the thought of his wife getting fucked by another man? Was I? Even though the "other man" was me? Too much to think about right now).

Theresa put one hand on my ass, pulling me in and indicating that I should start fucking her mouth while burying two fingers of her other hand into her flowing cunt. I stroked my shaft between her lips slowly, making sure I didn't bottom out in her throat which I knew she didn't like. I kept up my rhythm for a while, reveling in the heat surrounding my cock and the sight of her lips tight on my shaft. I twined my fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck and fucked her mouth harder, her free hand going to my cock so she could limit the depth of my thrusts.

I stroked out and pulled on her hair to disengage my cock from her lips. She let me go with an endearing little moan.

"I'm gonna fuck you now," I told her, "I'm gonna be the last one to fuck you today."

Theresa just managed, "Oh, yeah," pulled her fingers from her cunt and opened her legs for me. She sucked the cream off her fingers and said with an evil grin, "I'm sucking his cum off my hand."

My cock jerked at the words and I moved between her thighs as quickly as I could and entered her easily as she had left her labia spread for my cock and was as wet as I had ever felt her before.

I bottomed out in her cunt and stayed pressed as deeply as I could get inside her. "Oh my God," I rasped, "you feel that? You're so fucking wet...you've got cream dripping out around my cock and down over your ass...I fucking love it!"

"Oh, Phil," Theresa moaned, "fuck me now, oh do it!"

"Yeah, baby, I'll fuck you," I promised, starting to stroke in and out with slow, full thrusts. "I'm your alpha fuck, I'm pulling out all of his cum...I'm gonna mark you..."

"Oh, yes, oh...mmmm..." she was losing her ability to speak coherently. She wrapped her legs around mine, pulling up her knees and taking me into the deepest part of her core. Her heels hit my ass, spurring me faster like a rider on her mount. I shortened my stroke, pulling out only halfway before bottoming out in her cunt again, increasing the pace and slapping up against her pubis every time I surged forward. We were both moaning and growling wordlessly, riding our wave higher as we fucked each other harder and faster. Since I had just come in her less than an hour ago, I was able to savor the sensations of her cunt rippling over my stiff cock and the sounds she made as the pitch of her moaning got higher as she approached climax. I tilted my hips, trying to stimulate the top side of her sheath with my tip, and was rewarded with a louder growl.

Theresa was repeating "Oh...oh...ohh" with every thrust then a much higher pitched "Aaaahhh..." as her cunt clutched me for a few strokes then she collapsed bonelessly on the bed beneath me. I was still hard as I hadn't come, and I was grateful for that because I had another part I wanted to play in this grand theater we had created tonight.

I sank down to contact Theresa's body with mine fully but kept most of my weight off her with my forearms and knees. My cock was rigid and deep inside her as she rippled with a few aftershocks and slowly came back to consciousness. "Phil..." she said "that was sooo good..."

I didn't want to let her out of character, as I hadn't finished with the program I had planned just yet.

"Yeah, baby, we're not done yet," I said, "remember, you're doing what I say tonight, right?"

"Um, yeah?" she said uncertainly, not sure whether we were still in the fantasy or not.

"OK, no arguing, right?" I reminded. I pulled my cock out of her slowly so she could feel how hard I still was. I rose to my knees between her legs, showing her my erection shining with the juices from her flowing cunt. "I pulled your lover's cum out of your cunt with the flange on the head of my cock, and I want you to suck it all off me, and then we'll be clean of him." I was indicating to her that I wanted to continue the fantasy. Her reaction would tell me if she was still in the game or had tired of it by now.

"Oh, Phil," she said with contrition, and I knew she was still into it. "I'm so sorry, I'll clean your cock and suck him all away...just say you'll forgive me!"

"Show me you're sorry Theresa," I said, cupping my balls and lifting my cock higher, "and there's just one more thing."

She looked at me quizzically but said nothing, moving over to take my cock in her mouth to the root and suck it strongly as she slowly moved her head back and pulled her lips off my cockhead with a small pop. She swallowed, licked her lips, and swallowed again.

"What other thing?" she asked.

I got off the bed, walked to the bedside table, and took a jar of lube out of the drawer. "Get on your hands and knees," I demanded.

She shot me a look but complied.

I got up on the bed behind her, and said, "You know how much I love your ass, right? You're so beautiful this way." I wasn't sure that was exactly in character for this scenario, but I couldn't help it. Taking myself in hand, I dropped back into my role and said, "If you can't stop yourself from fucking other men, we might be able to come to an agreement about that, but you have to be truthful and clear about it with me before ever doing that again. You hear me?"

"Oh, fuck, Phil..." she almost moaned. I wouldn't have been surprised if she dribbled more cream out of her cunt right then; I felt like her arousal peaked up again with my words and I knew she was thinking about a stranger with a stiff cock behind her, ready to slide it to the hilt in her cunt.

"You hear me?" I repeated.

"Yes, baby, I hear you," she repeated dutifully.

"Okay," I said, "and the one more thing...open your ass for me."

"What?" she said like she wasn't sure what I just said.

"Spread your ass cheeks for me," I said and squeezed a big dollop of lube onto my thumb.

"Oh...oh..." Her hands crept around her hips and her fingers gripped the cleft of her bottom. She pulled them away from each other, exposing her puckered anus to my view.

"Yeah, just like that, baby, keep it like that." I spread the lube over her asshole, pressing my thumb in slightly, getting the whole area nice and slick. "Ooooh, so beautiful," I crooned as I massaged her.

"You see, I might, just maybe might let you go fuck another man as long as I'm always the last fuck of your night, but I'm the only one that gets to fuck your ass. I'm gonna fuck your ass now so you know, and you have to promise me no one else goes there, or we're done - no negotiation."

"Jesus, Phil, I've never done that..." she sounded uncertain.

"Yeah, that's just it," I said, "I'll be the first, and I'll be the only one. We have to have something that's just for us and off-limits to anyone else."

"I don't know..." This was part of the scene, the demand that the cheating wife give the husband some part of her she had never given before, but it was also something new in our real sexual experience, and I wasn't sure how fair it was to introduce the choice to Theresa in this way. I was open to her ending the fantasy if this was too much, but she was going to have to make the move.

"You know how much I love your ass," I reminded her, "how I love to slide my fingers in when we're fucking and even fuck you with my tongue when I get the chance." She hummed with the memory of some instances of mutually pleasurable anal play in our past. "I want to take you with my cock tonight and put my mark on you like I said before."

I slid my lubed thumb into her ass, marveling at how open she was. After all our play today and voicing my intention of fucking her back passage, she wasn't tight with anxiety, but warm, loose and welcoming to my digit. I massaged the rim of her hole, working around in a circle clockwise.

"Yeah, it always feels good when you do that," she admitted, letting go one side of her ass and reaching under her belly to stroke languidly at her clit. "I guess we could try it...just go slow and let me stop if I can't take it."

"OK, love, just let me know." I think we were out of fantasyland, but kind of in a different place than usual after all the roleplaying and fucking we had done.

I lubed my cock and shuffled closer to Theresa's ass on my knees until I could rub my cockhead up and down the cleft of her ass. I grasped my shaft with one hand, put my thumb on the top of my glans and rubbed the underside over her slippery rosebud. Every few rubs, I pressed down with my thumb, opening her ass just enough to feel the tight ring start to let me in, then letting off so she closed up again. She didn't tighten up, so I upped the ante.

Pulling back, I massaged more lube into her asshole, sliding my thumb in and working the edges of the ring to loosen it. I applied more lube to the tip of my cock and pressed it straight onto her anus. I could feel her fingers continue to work her clit and cunt as I applied steady firm pressure with my cock, still gripping the shaft with one hand.

"Yeah," I crooned as I felt her asshole slowly open over the tip of my cock, the tight pressure of it almost abrading my sensitive glans. Her ass loosened, accepting my cockhead in a rush, then gripped my shaft just behind the head. I stopped pushing, letting her get used to the feeling of being stretched by a cock.

"Ooh," she said, "that's a lot...just stay...hmmm..." her fingers skimmed lightly over her hard clit.

"Yeah," she said after a minute and began to push back, taking more of my cock. I took that as a signal to start moving, and I pulled back out until the flange of my cockhead was tight up against the inside of her anal ring, and spread some more lube on the shaft of my cock and the outside of her anus. Feeling about as slick as possible, I pushed in about an inch, pulled back about half that much, and pushed slowly in again. Hearing nothing but a low humming from Theresa's throat, I continued slowly inching in and out, deeper with every thrust until my pelvis was tight against her ass cheeks. I stayed deep within her, my cock twitching occasionally as I savored the sensations of her ring tight around the root of my cock and her heat surrounding me. I was interested to note her ass felt significantly looser around my cock than her cunt did except of course for the grip of her anus at my base. I waited for a sign one way or the other from Theresa.

"Fuck me slow, Phil, make it nice," she finally said, and I pulled my cock back out until the head was peeking out of her hole, quickly dabbed some more lube on my shaft, and slid slowly back in.

I fucked her slow and deep for a while, getting us both used to the sensations, then pulled back and stilled, saying, "Fuck me...fuck me with your ass, Theresa."

She moaned, pushed her hips back, and swallowed my cock into her ass. She started moving with more abandon and I could feel her fingertips brush my balls as she stroked her cunt.

"That's right, baby, take me in your ass," I crooned, "God this is so good..."

She seemed energized by my words, and started pushing back hard against me so that I had to brace myself against her weight. She pulled her asshole off about half my cock and slammed back against me, flattening her luscious ass cheeks against my legs with every stroke. My cock was raging now, swelled with lust and harder than I ever remembered. The sensation of her anus gripping my shaft tightly, the heat of her ass surrounding my cock, and the awareness that I was fucking her ass for real after fantasizing just this every time I slid a finger or my tongue into that tight opening was enough to make me think I could just maybe come for the second time in one evening, something I rarely had ever done.

With one hand on her hipbone, steadying our thrashing hips, I bent over enough to capture one breast in my hand, taking the nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling it out the way I know she likes only when she's near the peak of her arousal. She moaned and thrust back harder, starting to make her "I'm cumming" sounds I love so much. I felt the tingle in my balls, spreading up to the root of my cock, and felt the nearness of orgasm.

I shortened our stroke, needing to feel her asshole grip my root, and I pumped into her, making incoherent noises as the sensation rose to the head of my cock and I came deep in her ass as she moaned in pleasure. I was too taken by my own sensations to know if she had come with my cock in her ass or not, but I was sure it had been a pleasurable experience one way or the other from how she sounded.

I released her, and she slid down to lie in a heap on the bed. I scrabbled around to try to straighten out the blankets somewhat, then lay down next to her and covered both of us. Theresa was pretty incoherent, so I just kissed her shoulder, and said, "I love you, baby." before closing my eyes.

Just as I was slipping off into sleep I wondered, would I really be OK with Theresa fucking another man as long as I was her last fuck of the night? How much of this was fantasy and how much did we really want to make a reality? Those were questions for another day...I slid into a warm and comforting sleep.

I woke the next morning to Theresa's smiling face which wasn't unusual as she spent a lot less time sleeping than did I.

"Hey," I croaked, "how you doin'?"

"Great," she said, "you were amazing last night...you had me totally believing you! Fucking hot too!" She giggled, "Literally, I mean!"

"Glad to hear that," I replied. "I was really nervous about being able to pull it off and whether it would be what you wanted. Courtney wasn't too specific, and I didn't do anything with the abduction part of it."

"Yeah, I thought you were great as soon as I figured out you were playing a role. It was pretty arousing that you were willing to put yourself out like that for me. As far as the abduction thing goes, a lot of it is that going somewhere new to fuck my pretend lover is a hot part of the scene for me, not being forced or anything like that."

"So you were OK with, um, everything?" I was still a little nervous about initiating our first anal sex experience inside what could be considered a coercive part of our fantasy scene.

"You mean me letting you fuck my asshole for the first time? Yeah, that was amazing, too. I wouldn't have let it happen if I didn't want it, you know. You're aware that I like your fingers and your tongue in me there, so it's obvious I don't have any hangups about my ass. I've been thinking about trying your cock there but have always been too chicken to do it. Last night was the perfect time - I figured I was as loose as I would ever be, and I was way into playing the wayward wife who needed to give up something special to keep her man. All of that made it pretty special, and it felt OK at first, then better than I ever imagined after a while. It's not something I want to do every day, but you can expect my ass on your cock once in a while from now on."

I breathed a mental sigh of relief, then went on to the next possibly thorny subject. "So...I think we should talk about fantasy versus reality. I mean, is there anything in what we were playing last night that you really want to make a reality, or is it all role-playing?"

Theresa looked away and pursed her lips. "Well, it's still difficult for me to talk about this." She paused. "You've been more supportive and enthusiastic than I ever dreamed, so thanks for that, but I'm still shy about revealing this stuff that has been secret for so long. You already know about the abduction/crazy lover that I can't deny a thing, but that's only for role play between us for now."

I put an arm around her and rubbed her back lightly as she gathered her thoughts.

"I...don't think I'm ready to consider taking on another lover for real...it's just too much and feels like it would be too likely to get complicated trying to keep everyone happy. My cunt really really wants to, but my brain is telling me "this way lies danger". If I could just have a stud to fuck me once or twice a year, maybe, but I don't really think I would be comfortable having sex with someone I didn't know very well like that. So, that's a no. Right now, I mean...like, who knows how things will change, but now? No." She stared off into the middle distance again for a short time.

"There is something, though...maybe two things, really," she shot me an evil grin, "that I think I would like...You can say no, but please be gentle with me, OK?" She looked at me again, and I just nodded, sensing that she didn't need a big discussion from me right now.

"I feel like I'm not supposed to say things like this, like I'm failing as a strong woman or something but..." she stopped, grimacing. "This has been one of my main fantasy turn-ons, and I think I really...Fuck!" she burst out, "I didn't think this was going to be so hard!" She turned away, looking a little angry. "I'm pissed at myself, honey, for being such a wimp. I know you showed me such acceptance already, but...OK, I'll just come out with it- I would really like to watch another woman suck your cock and see you come in her mouth. I can't get that experience in a role play with just the two of us, because I can't play a stranger sucking you and watch it happen at the same time. Oh, and while I'm at it, I'll just throw it all out there - I also want to see you come in another man's mouth and watch him swallow your cum." She looked down, blushing furiously. "I'd be open to you reciprocating with oral sex to either or both, but that's not in my fantasy, and doesn't need to be part of it but...I'm not sure I would agree to suck someone off without expecting a little something in return, would you? I don't think I'm ready for you to be fucking anyone else right now, so I guess that's out." She stopped talking and looked at me with a little trepidation.

"Oh, honey," I said, " you know I love you, right?" She nodded. "We should be able to trust each other to say no when we need to, and go ahead with fantasy fulfillment only if we're comfortable with what we're doing. OK?" She nodded again. "Good," I said, taking her hand and pulling it under the sheet so she could feel my stiffening cock. She grasped it and squeezed lightly.

"There's your answer about having another woman suck me off. I'm not so sure about the male part of it; won't say a hard pass right now, but I think you might have to be willing to make him come in some way for the reciprocation...now that I think about it, maybe it would be a turn on for me to see you taking the guy's cum in your mouth...I need to get back to you on that one; maybe we could compromise there and make it work for both of us? I'm not gonna push for this, cause I think maybe I'm getting the better part of the deal, but if you want to set something up with a woman, I'd be willing to help make that one happen for you. I expect I would get some more details if it ever actually happens, but I am willing to repay the favor to her in any way you're comfortable with. I'll just leave it there...I love you babe, and just want to make sure we don't hurt our relationship. If something doesn't work, either one of us has veto power, and we should promise no resentment from the other one of us, right?"

Theresa kissed me for a long time. My cock stiffened against her leg, sort of incongruously, but she didn't seem to mind. "Jesus, Phil, that's pretty much exactly what I needed to hear. Thanks for that. I won't make any promises, except that you can expect my mouth on your cock!" She laughed, visibly more relaxed. "Not right now though, I have to get up!" She got out of bed.

I groaned theatrically, pulling the sheet down to expose my rigid cock. I fisted the shaft and said, "You can't leave me like this, Theresa!"

She just stuck her tongue out at me and turned toward the bathroom. "Take care of that yourself, if you must," she said over her shoulder, "but I gotta get ready for work!"