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.