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Real Life Fantasy

By: LittleBea



(This is not my first story of this kind, but I will allow you to decide whether it's any good or not. I don't think it's the greatest. If you happen not to like it, I'm sorry you feel that way. Thanks for reading anyway!)

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I awoke with the instinctive knowledge that I was alone. My lover had left not too long ago for a work related trip. They kept him from me for as long as a month on rare occasions. Stephens' side of our bed was still warm and I cuddled in his body heat under the heavy bed cover.

I used to be saddened when he left me without saying anything, but eventually, I learned it was out of love. Stephen told me he hated my sad eyes to be the last thing he saw before leaving, so he decided not to wake me anymore. It was understandable. I too would rather be reminded of our goodbye from the night before then Stephen walking out, looking like he wasn't going to come back.

My body ached for his touch when I thought of his hands. I loved those hands. I loved to hold them, kiss them, watch them at work, or slide across my skin. He was careful and determined at the same time. Then Stephens' scent consumed me, and as I breathed deeply into his pillow, lying in his warmth, it felt like he was right beside me.

It sent me drifting into thoughts of our previous night together. They would be my comfort while alone for the next two weeks. It made me wet just to think of him. The way he filled me so deeply. How it felt like the first time, every time. He made me laugh and then cry within the same moment. My "true" love in every sense of the word. We fit together perfectly.

I trailed over my own body in a futile attempt to recreate his touch, and became increasingly aroused in remembrance of those hands and lips lingering over every inch of me. I could feel him pumping inside me as my imagination ran wild, fingers finding my throbbing clit, desperate to be touched. I always came hard when I thought of Stephen, and the things that he did to me. The way he made me feel, and how I loved to touch and pleasure him in return. Stephen was fun to tease.

I know it seems unrealistic to feel such, but all he has to do is look at me and I'm finished. Now, I'm not saying Stephen is perfect, we both have our fair share of problems. But who wants to dwell on that with memories like this...

"Theresa?"

"Yeah?" I responded.

"Will ya miss me?" Stephen asked, as if such a question was needed. He just liked hearing me say so.

"Of course, I hate it when you leave me. Although...it's nice to get rid of you sometimes." I tried to act serious, but couldn't hide a smile. It did happen to be true sometimes.

"Aye, it is good sometimes to be rid of ya." He smiled back, playing through the tips of my hair, sending shivers up my spine.

"Yes love, I'm sure it is. I do realize how much I need you when you're away. Plus, I always get some writing done too."

"Oh, you need me do ya?" He teased, shifting closer to me under the covers so I could feel his bare body against mine.

Stephen had always slept naked, and soon after we married I joined the "dark side" as he liked to call it. He was always so natural, and I enjoyed being this relaxed with him. Thinking on it now, I couldn't imagine sleeping any other way. Not to mention that our body heat kept us much warmer without clothes, in the cold weather. Of course, it always made getting out of bed in the morning a hassle, but it was worth it for the most part...

"Yes, I need you." I stated calmly, soaking up his warmth though my inquisitive finger tips.

"And what exactly do ya need from me?" Pressing his arm on the small of my back, he pulled me closer then I thought humanly possible. We meshed together, skin on skin, bone against bone.

"Just be here with me. That's all I need."

"That's all now is it? Well never mind what you need then. What do ya want?"

"You know what I want." Before I finished my sentence his cock stiffened slightly against my leg.

"Do I now?" He half chuckled.

"Someone does anyway." I smiled, grazing my hand over his length.

"Ooh, so that's what you want. Well, why didn't ya say so then?"

"I thought it was obvious." I laughed.

"Aye, ya don't have to ask for that never. I'm all yours, whenever ya want it." He kissed my lips, nose, and forehead, "So love, where do ya want it then?"

"Hmmm..." I pretended to think

"How about here." He said, tracing the outline of my lips, "In that pretty mouth of yours...no?" Stephen kissed them lightly, "Ah, I know, ya want me here." He grabbed my ass with both hands, engulfing each cheek with strong worked finger tips, "right between these cheeks, in that sexy arse of yours....Oh, I forgot. That's where I want it. Maybe later then." His cock expanded as he squeezed them together.

"Anything for you love." I replied in euphoria to the touch of his hands, his hot breath against my skin...and the thick tone of his voice.

"I do believe that every hole of yours will be filled before the night is through....Ah, which reminds me," He said in a sly manner, one hand creeping slowly towards my aching core. I held my breath in anticipation..."This is where ya want it first, isn't it?" He laughed as I gasped a moan in reply.

"No? Ya don't want it at all now? Ah, I'm tired anyway." He tortured me, removing his hand where it was so fervently welcome.

How he controlled himself was beyond me, as I was on the verge of cuming and he had barely even touched me..."Yes!" I answered frantically, "That's where I want it. Please now...I'm ready now!"

"Aye, you're so incredibly ready. Ya love me that much, do ya?" He laughed, even though it was true, grazing over my soaked pussy, before tasting me.

"Mmmm....what about me?" 

Two of his long fingers slid deep inside me and brought the outcome to my parted lips. Stephen loved me sucking on his fingers just as much as I loved doing it...and, perhaps I'm a bit bias, but I always taste amazing.

"Ya want this?" He asked, grinding himself against me with great desire as he watched his own fingers exit slowly from my heated mouth, eyes locked to mine. It seemed all of Stephens' teasing was beginning to get to him too.

"Yes!"

"Then take it." He told me.

I stretched my leg around his waist, pulling him to me, guiding his steel cock to enter in. As I did, Stephen latched to my lips and pulled me on top. I moaned lightly as he slid all the way into me, creating a slow and steady rhythm, teasing my insides, and tasting my mouth. I increased our pleasure by joining his motions, counter to his clockwise movements. Letting loose his lips I held to his sides. Keeping us steady, which left Stephen to fondle my breasts or slap my ass. Trading one for the other as he so desired.

After a few long moments, he shifted, propping up on his forearms to reach my lips once more. My hands moved to the sheets in a death grip, as I felt my first orgasm approaching fast. Stephen knew I loved to be kissed and fucked at the same time. He'll say he does it to make me happy -which I do not doubt- but he enjoys it as much as I do. He just won't admit to it.

Sadly now, he removed the kiss, as my hums turned to desperate moans. Stephen wasn't going to let it end that soon, and he also liked to be in charge of when we came. He wanted on top. I loved him on top...

Still entangled, Stephen gracefully shifted his weight onto me. I welcomed his body pressing against mine, and started tracing across each of my ribs. He got the hint, and removed my hands with his own, pressing just enough at the space below my full breasts. Starting a pulse, he moved his fingers across me as if playing piano. Now this, he did solely for my happiness, and to end his symphony Stephen kissed my neck, moving into me, increasing his speed.

"Ya ready love?" he panted, balanced over me on his forearms, gripping my shoulders from underneath.

"Kiss me." I told him, and he smiled, the whole bottom half of him pressing even deeper against me, all the way inside as he sucked on my bottom lip. He decreased speed for just a moment to build up the last of our increasing pressures, savoring my lips. Sliding slowly, and tortuously in and out of my tight pussy, as I gripped him in orgasm.

My enraptured moan parted me from his kiss, and he watched as my eyes filled with tears, the first sign of a job well done. Stephen lowered his mouth to my neck, telling me without words, that he too was about to cum. Our climax filled the air, and we sounded so good together, our tones mixing to create a new one.

I held him tight as he slammed the last few jerks into me, enveloping my whole body with his warmth...

"Ah, fuck." Was his last statement, and he shifted to one side. Always afraid he was going to crush me, no matter how many times I told him otherwise.

"Damn good one too," I replied, playing through the hair around his ears, watching his satisfied face recover. My body shook slightly with the aftershocks, and Stephen pulled me closer as he felt our parting. He didn't want to leave me just yet, and we stayed like that a few more moments.

"You, and you're sexy tears," He chuckled, wiping a new one that fell, voicing my sadness that it was over.

"You know I can't help it." I smiled.

"Are you tired?"

"No, why?"

"Ya want to see how my cock tastes, now that it's drenched in your pussy?" A large smile formed as he finished his request, in wait for my response.

"I would love to," I said in mid laugh, "Though, you do realize I would do it for you, even if I didn't want to."

"Aye, but it's always more fun when ya do. Get to it then woman," He joked, slapping my ass as he broke from me.

I always loved the way it felt when we parted. It was pleasure and disapproval at the same time. I quickly recovered as I knelt before his semi hard cock. Without the use of my hands, I went to him, so as not to disturb the mingling of our cum. I got all of him in my mouth, but sadly enough, could only endure that a few times, compensating what I could not with my hands...

"How is it?" He smiled, eyes glazed over, welcoming the new pleasure. I smiled before releasing, spilling out what remained in my mouth, smothering my lips on his tip, before taking him up again, and I could feel him becoming harder.

"That good huh...are ya gonna share?" When I still didn't answer, Stephen reached out and slapped my bottom, and jerked my legs closer to his reach. He slid across my still dripping pussy, and smeared it over the entrance to my ass, "You're arse is dying for some attention." He pressed his large thumb all around the opening.

By doing this, Stephen knew he would have my attention. He loved it, and knew that I did not have such immense feelings towards it. Though, I always give it to him when he wants it.

Honestly, I had become somewhat fond of that since being with him. Much more so then I would have thought...but It wasn't something I admitted to liking, only because of how much he liked it. Stupid... yes, I know. When he does find out, which I hope is soon, he will "punish" me for depriving him of such a pleasure....and of course, I will enjoy it, and knowing myself, I'll cry out for more...at that point, I decided to make that his coming home present, so to speak...

"Still want a taste?" I asked, playing with it at the edge of my lips before swallowing...I couldn't wait much longer. 

"Ah, now ya can share huh. I see how it is." He smiled as I slowly came towards him, "Maybe I don't want ya now."

"Please! Kiss me?" I asked, tempted to reveal my wanting him from behind right now...but I decided to wait.

"And why should I?"

"Because...once you are through with my mouth, I'm going to give you my ass."

"How generous." He laughed, "What if I wanted to take it, without asking? How would that be?"

"I would want you to."

"Would ya now? And why's that?"

I didn't give an answer, but he got the message, as I licked his bottom lip. He gave in to that, and tasted what was left of our orgasm from my mouth.

" I want it now then." He panted heavily between kisses, taking me off guard, "Please." He held my face close to his, staring deep into the want in my eyes. He kissed my lips heavily a few more times, and I wanted Stephen to have it....but I didn't want him feeling like he had to ask. And I knew what he wanted me to say, but I wasn't ready to say it.

"Please," he said once more, with a kiss on the side.

Just as I wasn't ready to say 'I want it', he wasn't ready to take it without my permission.

So, I licked his lip once more, and with a smile, turned the other way towards him...without a word, so we could both get our way. And in between taking and giving, he quickly moved behind me. Sliding his hands down my back, and all over, like a prized possession. When he said, "I love you" he reassured me that I was more so, as I always had known...besides, I loved when he touched me like that.

Stephen brushed my hair away, kissing my neck, as his hand guided us gently together once again. Without warning, it was my pussy being filled. Then I realized that is was in preparation for his desires...

"Surprised ya didn't I," He half chuckled, exiting from me. My response was inaudible, but he knew that I meant yes. "Lean yourself against the bed for a moment, love." He asked, grazing over my back, and then underneath as I relaxed. Stephen took up my wrists, placing them to my cheeks, he said, "Just like that, for just a moment now." He slid in easily after lubricating himself as he had. Slowly at first, and he made it easy for me with his kind words helping me unwind. It also didn't hurt that I wanted it.

"Ah...fuck yes," he said, pulling out only to push back in, "Ya okay?" He asked with a pleasurable undertone to his voice.

"Do your thing love." I answered in a whimper.

"I want ya apart of this thing." He said, raising his tempo slightly.

"Oh, I am, don't stop."

"Ya like it then I gather?" He asked, slamming into me with excitement.

"Yes!" I moaned, and my hands moved, one to my clit, the other gripping the sheet.

"How much?" I couldn't answer through my whimpers of pleasure, so he asked again, "How much? Say it Theresa...tell me how much ya really love my cock in your arse like this. I want to hear ya say it."

"Ahh...fuck, yes!"

"Yes what?" as he pounded in and out, slow and hard. 

"Fuck me...don't stop!"

"Ya like me in your arse?"

"I love you in my ass."

"You cheeky little slut," He moaned.

"Stephen?" I gasped, still playing with my clit. He didn't answer, "Cum for me. Right in my ass. Now! Please...hurry!" I couldn't hold back any longer, and with no answer, his speed increasing wildly, I knew it was going to happen...again.

His voice rang out first, calling for mine...and I too came, feeling him explode deep inside me. After a moment of heavy breathing, he collapsed on top of me, this time, without care if I was crushed. I shivered under him with massive aftershocks, pleasure still flooding through me, tears streaming.

Half asleep, he held me as I came down from my cloud. I watched him for awhile, feeling his breath resonate off of me, forming to my own rhythmic breathing. It's true that you can become one. At least that's how I felt...and soon, his sleep consumed me...

And now, I wake without him...feeling not so myself without my other half. I knew, however, that once I actually got up from the bed and started my day, I'd feel a little better. Naturally, I did so...with a heavy groan as the cold air hit my still waking skin.

I shivered in my frigid clothes for awhile, until they formed to me, and became my insulation. Slowly I went about the day...fed the cat, took out the trash, ate something for myself. I would have actually preferred work today, of all days. It being Saturday, I was at a loss of what to do with myself. I don't mean to sound desperate -which I truly am not- but I could not get Stephen out of my foremost thoughts. I would have worked on some minor details of a present article or story, but could not write about anything but...and then, an epiphany! Of course...you silly girl, how stupid of you.

In giddy amusement, I ran to my laptop, and began a torrid self-proclamation of Stephens' current effects on me. The outcome was spectacular, and did wonders for my disheartened spirit. I got through the day, and was rewarded with a lovely phone call from my lover. As usual, I was more then fine the remaining days that followed, work kept me occupied enough.

Except, on his returning date. On that day, I was brimming with excitement, and hadn't slept too much the night before. It was, again, a Saturday. I liked it better when he came back on a week day. Usually he was home before I was....waiting for me. I loved that. But of course, I can't always be happy...and, if this was the only thing I had to complain about, that was fine with me...for goodness sakes, how selfish I sounded! I had no right to complain about something so trivial, and in disgust with myself, got up from my "hole" in the couch and went to the store...

I felt much better on my return. Though it was short lived when I received a message from Stephen, saying that he would be home a few hours later then expected, and so, not to wait up for him if I became too tired. I was saddened, and then I thought it away...I could stay up a few more hours. All I wanted was to hold him, listen to him breathing as he fell into a deep sleep. I pushed it out of my mind and finished my day in a half heartened peace...

And now, finally...I had reached the final countdown! The house was clean, the cat content, "dinner" was made and covered in the event that he was hungry on his return. I sat on the couch, staring at the door, looking to the time now and again...I could do this....I thought, my eyes feeling like weighty bags of sand. Finally, I figured it a lost cause, and retired to my comfy bed to wait for him there....

To be continued... 

Real Life Fantasy Ch. 02



I was soon asleep in the warmth of my bed. I did want to try and stay awake, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. In a contented sleep -brought on by exhaustion- a dream found me. It was so realistic, as Stephen’s hands crept under the covers, and up my legs to the waistband on my pajama pants. Slowly they came past my bottom, and I still did not move. Only because it was Stephen…at least I hoped it was. After they were gone, I began to stir, shifting to see who my dream lover was.  To my relief, it was him, and I was so glad to see that face, even if it was but a dream…

“Trying to get me in my sleep, huh?” I laughed.

“Nah, tryin’ to wake ya is more like it, love.”

“Well, you have succeeded. What is you’re first wish?” In this conscious state of dreaming, I began to play with phrases and actions, that in any normal situation, would not consider off hand.

“Ah, well…how many do I get?” He asked, sliding a hand up my bare knee.

“Remove your hand…permission for physical contact has not been granted.” Stephen laughed, and a puzzled look crossed his face.

“Ookay, well then…can I have permission to touch your lovely body?”

“I’m not so sure you’re worthy of such.”  

“Come on now kiddo, I’ve been dyin’ to see ya. It’s been two weeks now ya realize. My hands are aching to touch ya….or anythin’ really.”

“Mmmm…me too,” I answered in bliss….reaching up to grab his face, and it was so real. I could practically feel the new whiskers on his chin, and his soft warm lips as they joined mine.

When he reached for my waist, I reluctantly pushed him away, pinning him against the bed. I climbed onto him and slowly removed my shirt. Reattaching to his mouth,  I lavished contented kisses from being so long without lips to touch.  I wished I could have had more dreams like this while he was away…that would have kept me doubly satisfied.
Stephen didn’t say a word, not that I really allowed him to…but even when I moved my hungry lips down his body, he kept quiet in a dazed euphoria. I stayed along his neck and shoulder line for what seemed like ages, but he didn’t complain as I memorized ever muscle and bone. Continuing down across his nipples, Stephen flinched slightly in surprise, but remained content. In my own dreamy state, I didn’t realize his arms around me as I parted from them lower down his body.  
He played with my hair as I came close to his cock. My first intention was to show it the same interest I had given the rest of his body…but, feeling rather playful, I chose to make him wait. Moving up slightly, purposefully leaning my bare chest against him, I took up Stephens’ fuckable  hands. His long, strong fingers gripped my face as I played with them. Sucking one, or two at a time, kissing his palms and wrists. My pussy tingled at the thought of his touch, and I moaned slightly, my mouth stretched with his fingers as he pulled them from me…

“Ya know how much I enjoy that love, but there somethin’ else I’d like ya to do even more.”

“Yes master?” was the first thing I thought of. I couldn’t imagine what was going through his mind.

“I want my cock in that sexy mouth…make me cum, and swallow all of it.”

“Three wishes,” I said quickly, “that’s all you get. Is this truly what you desire?”

“My, you’re a stingy little thing…but at this moment, that‘s all I want…Although, being the “master” I do believe I could get more out of ya when the time comes.” He laughed.

I went to him, and even in my dreams I could not take all of him more then a few times, so to heighten his pleasure I used a hand to his pouch, while the other compensated what I could not with my mouth. He was a bit shocked, since he normally had to remind me that not only his cock wanted my attention….and within a few moments, my mouth was full. Before swallowing, I played with what I could between my lips and tongue as he watched, a tired smile on his face. After that was through with,  I moved up next to him, and he pulled me close…

“I missed ya.” He said, kissing my cheek, then tasting my lips.

“Did you miss me, or that?” I teased with a laugh, as I began to realize what was going on.

“Well, both really,” he laughed, “How could I not miss that?”  I did hear him, but I was a bit taken back at what had just happened to me.

“Stephen.” A large smile was coating my face, but in the darkness, he couldn’t see it.

“Ah, come on now love, ya can’t blame me for sayin’ so. You should be glad that I missed…”

“What? Oh, no…no, I am…Stephen!” I now began to laugh, squeezing him so tight, feeling his back, kissing his shoulder and jaw line, “I missed you so much.”  

“Ya okay Kiddo?” He half chucked, as I buried my face in his chest with laughter, “What’s goin’ on?”
I could not speak though my amusement, as I shook from it between his arms.

“Are ya cryin’ or what? Damn, Theresa, would ya say somethin’?”

“I’m…I’m sorry,” I managed between laughing and talking, “give me, just one second…please… Stephen?”

“What’s it love?” He eased me away from him so he could hear.

“You won’t believe what has happened to me.”

“Well, are ya goin’ to tell me?”

“Yes, I’m getting to that…Umm, well…You know our little romp, we just had?”

“Aye, and it was lovely kiddo.”

Kiddo…I know. It’s not like there was an age gap to give credence to such a name, we were only about a year and a half apart. Most of the time I didn’t notice it at all, but at the start of our relationship, I always did. It bothered me for awhile actually, but I’ve become accustomed to it for the most part. He didn’t say it too much either, it seemed only when my actions gave him a reason too.  It used to make me feel like a silly child, and that’s how it was feeling right now…

“Mmm…indeed…well, I…” There was one small laugh left in me that I had to get out.

“For fucks sake, just say it!”

“Oh, well excuse me!”

“Well, what ya expect.” He said with a little more kindness, “ I’m here, waiting for ya to say somthin’, and ya keep at it like that. It’s tiresome at times.”

“Never mind, just forget it.” I turned away from him, to “my” side of the bed…I didn’t want him to touch me at that point.  

“Ya know what, you’re such a brat sometimes…go ahead now, cry your tears,” He mocked. Getting up from the bed,  he dressed and left the room, “boo hoo hoo,” he teased as the door closed.

Yes, I did cry…and not in a good way. Perhaps I do sob about silly things, but it’s not as if I can really control it, they just come because that’s how I feel. It doesn’t help to be egged on either. Oh yeah, and this is just a tid-bit of our imperfect behavior I had mentioned before. I was acting childish, I suppose, even though children are not the only ones who enjoy laughter…but, he also didn’t have to be so callus with me. As I lay there in thought…’perhaps he was just tired,’ He had just traveled a ways from home and back…of course I would forgive him, and apologize for whatever part he thought I had in it, but not right now…

I laid there alone for what seemed like forever, before I threw something on to use the bathroom, and then headed for the kitchen. Stephen sat there in the glow of a little night light that shown from the counter. I sat in the chair across from him, and a mug of tea slid towards me. He had made two, knowing I would emerge at some point. This was his wordless apology, to soften me up a bit…those little things always did it for me, and even if he never formally apologized -which he always did by the way- that would have been enough….

“Thanks.” I  always answered monotone at first,  to hide whatever I was feeling at that point.

“Mmm…” His ‘you’re welcome’. That used to bother me too…why didn’t he just say it. I couldn’t help but love him though, it was impossible in fact. These things were so minor, I should be lucky to have but that.

“I’m sorry for agitating you.”  For the most part, I always gave mine first, especially since I was the initiator this time.

“Aye, so am I. You know I love ya…but you are a brat sometimes.” He laughed, always making a joke of things, in hopes to make the situation lighter. I learned that the hard way…I used to continue problems, because he couldn’t just apologize, he had to throw his complaint back in my face. Now, I just laugh for his sake. If nothing but to keep the peace…

“Yeah…” cue partially forced laugh… “I am sorry.”

“I know, I know. I was a bit carried away though…wasn’t I?”

“Well…it’s ok. It’s not that big a deal.”

“Aye, but only ‘cause It doesn’t happen too often. Just imagine…that’d be no way to live. For either of us.”

After that, we just sat together in our quiet thoughts, finishing our tea. Mainly because there really wasn’t anything more to say. He finished his first, and rose to clear it and depart to the bed room…

“I’m goin’ back to the bed…ya comin’ with, or no?”

“Of course, I’ll be right there.”


After clearing, I walked into our dark room. I couldn’t see where he was, or what he was doing. It was so quiet in there, I was a bit scared, though not sure why.

“Stephen?” There was no answer. Perhaps he had fallen asleep…though, I couldn’t imagine it happening so quickly, at least not for Stephen.

I walked as if blind, in search for an end of the bed. As soon as I reached it, arms were around me from behind. I gasped, but pulled him tighter…

“You scared me.”

“I’m sorry. Ya know I didn’t mean to make ya cry, right?”

“Yes, I know. It’s not you’re fault that I cry though really.”

“I do hate it when ya cry.”

“You hate it do you?” I said teasingly, thinking of certain occasions where he didn’t seem to mind it.

“Well…ya know what I mean.” He kissed my neck and played with my ear.

“Aye.” I barely imitated him, as I turned in his grasp to face him.

“Funny…Now, what was it ya were tryin’ to tell me…and don’t start that laughin’ again. Ya hear?”

“Yes Master.” I chuckled as he pulled me to the bed beside him.

“Go on, I’m all ears.”

“When you first came in, and everything actually, up to the very end…I thought I was dreaming. I know it seems impossible, but I really thought it was all a dream. I was so excited when I figured it was really you.”

“Ah, that explains a lot…I see.” He laughed a bit in the memory.  

“Yeah, I know. It‘s a bit embarrassing when I think about it.”

“Is it now…embarrassed of your own husband. Well, at least I know I’m the man occupying your dreams…although, that wasn’t a dream…So tell me then, you little demon. What else do ya dream about?”

“I’m not embarrassed of you…and I‘m not a demon.”

“Okay, I know, I was just teasin’. Don’t change the subject though. What do ya dream about? With all those sexy little things. It’s funny, that ya can remember certain details while “dreamin” that ya can’t remember when you’re with me. Why is that?”

“I…those are some things that I’d like to do with you in a conscious state,” I chuckled, “Sometimes though, I don’t feel that I can.”

“Well, ya just proved tonight that ya can. No more secrets then, alright?”

“They’re not secrets though.”


“Well, if I don’t know about them they are. Little things that we could benefit from too ya realize.”

“I know,” I sighed, “I’m sorry”.

“Alright then, just don’t let it happen again.”

“Okay, I won’t”, I replied with a laugh.

“So then love, ya still haven’t answered the question.”

“What question?” I played dumb.

“Funny kiddo…Do ya dream of me?”

“No one else.” I whispered, and he kissed my lips as if he hadn’t in ages.

“What else? Do ya fantasize about me in you’re arse? I know ya do.”

“What…How did you know?” Silly me didn’t realize the set up.

“ I knew it.” He half chuckled, squeezing me tighter, breathing me in.

“That was unfair, you’re so sneaky.” I joined him in laughter.

“Well love, that’s another thing we could have benefited from. Seeing how ya love it so much.”

“I never said that.”

“No? Are ya sure? I do recall those words comin’ from that crafty mouth of yours.”

“When?”

“Mmmm…” He hummed seductively, squeezing my bottom with the memory, “Do ya like me in you’re arse? I asked, while deep inside it actually…ya were clamped to the sheets with pleasure love, and ya said, ‘I love ya in my arse’. Ooh, and ya were moaning all over the place. Trust me kiddo, ya love me in this sweet arse of yours…Not to mention that ya admitted to dreamin’ of it. It’s nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

“Oh,” I laughed, “I remember that now.”

“It excites me that ya like it. Now I won’t feel so guilty askin’.”

“You felt guilty?” I asked. A bit saddened, I grazed over his face in the darkness.

“Aye, but not all the time love. Nothin’ to feel sorry about. I am a bit selfish sometimes.” He laughed.

“No you’re not.”

“Oh aye, I am indeed.”

“Well, I don’t think you are.”


“I suppose that’s good then, for me anyway.”

“Oh stop. You are not selfish. If there’s something you want from me, you should take it…or at least ask for it anyway.”  I began kissing all over his shoulders again, without thinking. Perhaps it was the fact that I liked to be taken, because I did. Stephen knew exactly how to do it too. It was making me crazy just thinking about it…

“I made ya all horny now, didn’t I?” He laughed, feeling over my body as I kissed his.

“You always make me horny.” I answered between kisses.

“Always?” Stephen questioned.

“Okay, not always obviously…but more so then not.” I paused, taking in his touch.

“Do ya want me?” He whispered right in my ear. I moaned an answer as tingles shot from every direction straight for my core. “How much do ya want it?”

“Real badly.” I said in a half moan.

“What do ya want? Do ya want this?” He asked, clipping to one of my  fully erect nipples, tending to the other with his amazing hand.

“Yes.” I whimpered with pleasure, and he gave my other breast a kiss.

“What about this?” He asked knowingly. Kissing  the groove of my chest, while squeezing my ribcage lightly, he moved down towards and past my navel.

“Yes…keep going.” I told him, gripping his hands a moment as he went lower.

Stephen lifted from me for a moment, and I gave a saddened whine. Though, it was made better when his hands slowly traced my knees, down my hips. His lips met my inner thigh, sending waves of electricity through my entire body, and it was hard not to let the feelings out vocally…

“Oh, please…” I said incoherently.

“Please what?” He neared my aching pussy. I moaned a reply, but he wouldn’t have it, “Tell me.” Stephen watched my face, teasing about my most sensitive area.

“You know what I want Stephen.”

“Aye,” He smiled,  “But I want ya to tell me. Please….”

“Kiss me.”

“Where?”

“Here,” I grazed over my pussy lips, savoring the touch.

“Oooh, here?” He teased, kissing my reasonably bare mound, and I whined my complaint louder.


“No? Ah, I know…Here.” And when he kissed my lips, I shook slightly.

“Yes, there.” I moaned.

“And here?” He asked after tasting my clit.

“And there.” I replied almost inaudibly.   

I could feel his cheeks widen to a smile against me, as he enjoyed the way he made me feel. He sucked, and licked, and touched…so intensely, it was almost unreal…and it rushed over me,  a tsunami of an orgasm. Over and over again, and he stayed until it passed completely, slowly he stopped urging it on. As my breaths began to slow, he brought himself beside me…

“How does my mouth taste?” He smiled, and latched to my lips.

Rolling tongue over tongue, he pressed against me so I could feel how hard he was. I hadn’t even touched him, I was pleasantly surprised…

“Ya want this now, don’t ya?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Mmm…I knew ya would. Ya know what to do love.”

I pressed my leg high on his hip, and pulled him into me…slowly and torturously for both of us, and he thrust deep into me with a groan that made me moan…

“More,” I told him. I pulled away, and he thrust back in.

“Again?”

“Again.” So he did.

“Harder?”

“Mmmm, yes.”  I loved it.

“Faster?”

“You know it.” He took top.

I propped up on my elbows, thrusting up to his rhythm. Then gripping around his shoulder with one arm, trying to hold us steady with the other, as he gripped tightly to me. Not too long after, we collapsed in a knot of sweaty moans, changing rhythms to further the pleasure. Nearing the finish Stephen propped himself above me on outstretched arms. He stared deep into my eyes, as we had become accustomed to the darkness by now. I reached up to kiss him, and he took me down on his forearms, thrusting hard and deep as he moaned into my mouth. I began to hum and he let loose, retreating to the curve of my neck as we climaxed quickly, drifting from the cloud we had created.
Stephen kissed my neck a few times, and I played with his hair as he calmed inside me. I wanted him with me, but his weight became too much as he fell into a deep sleep. To me, his face was perfect while resting, and I kissed his cheek as I slowly moved from under him.

I was exhausted myself, and the last thing I remember thinking before I fell, were thoughts of tomorrow. How I actually did love his Saturday returns, knowing we could spend the next day together if we wanted. Usually  we did, and it made me happy to know that he liked it as much as I did. Considering we had just been apart for an extended amount of time, and it was the last day of rest, before our lives got in the way of us again. I couldn’t wait.



Real Life Fantasy Ch. 03



I sadly watched as Stephen packed his bags to leave me again. It's almost impossible to describe how happy I was that it would only be a week...especially this week. The reason being his boss' new secretary. I have never met her, but I loath her. With the stories Stephen has told me, I have good reason to hold her in contempt for possible actions of the future. It's not that I don't trust my husband...I truly do. I don't trust her. 

He says she prances about like a cat in heat, and targets any and all moving objects with a dick...and of course, it doesn't help when he adds in that her looks don't hurt either. This is Stephens' crafty way of saying she is definitely fuckable. 

He thinks I don't know how to read between his lines, but oh how I do. The only thing that saves him, is that I also know how loyal he is, to everyone and everything he is involved with...and you know what, I'm glad he shares his thoughts with me at all. Plus, Stephen is a terrible liar, so to pull something like that off would be a great feat. It would eat away at him. However, should something like that ever happen -because I won't put it past him- I would forgive him...

"A'right, I'm all packed love." I stared into space within my thoughts, I heard him, but I was too far off to respond."What ya thinkin' kiddo?" Stephen gave me that look, closing up his suitcase. He knew all about my crazy imagination, and what I did to myself if I thought too much about certain things. 

"Hmm?" I looked at him mindlessly, breaking from a horrid scene of him and the new office slut...I got a bit carried away. He chuckled lightly, and grabbed hold of my face.

"What's goin' on in there? Huh?" He looked into my deep green eyes, so filled with worry, and I knew he could see...I would have tried to hide it, but it was a bit too late at that point...

"Nothing." And my laugh confirmed it was a lie...damn that laugh, I can never keep control of it.

"Ya need to stop you're worryin'. I've been gone for longer."

"I know, it's not that." He let out a sigh and sat beside me a moment.

"What's it then love? You've got to tell me if ya want me to help you feel better. As much as I'd like to be, I'm no mind reader." 

"You're real funny...I'm just worked up about this secretary thing. I don't like that she's going." I laughed at the words, realizing myself how silly I sounded. 

"Ah, come on now kiddo," He laughed, taking me up in a hug, kissing my forehead, "She's not my type anyhow." He joked, but I didn't find that at all comforting. 

"Well, what if she was then?" He could see that I was more serious now.

"Love, It wouldn't even matter." 

"Would you fantasize about her? Is that who you would think about when you were jerking off? I mean, I don't care...I'm just wondering." 

"Oh, bull...ya do care, otherwise ya wouldn't look like you were about to be put to death." He laughed, but let it go quickly as I asked again...

"Would you though? Would you think about her?"

"I don't know...probably." I knew it was true, I mean, who wouldn't...and I'd rather have that then him actually having her...it was just weird to hear...I shouldn't have asked, it's not like it made me feel any better...

"Love, look at me." I didn't want to at first, "look at me," He demanded, so I did..."I chose you...I want ya kiddo, trust me. I come home to you, love all over you're body, not hers, and not anyone elses. I've never given another women anythin' but a thought...if I did happen to think on her, that's all she'd be, just another thought to get me by until I got home. Don't ya trust me?"

"Oh, I do...I do Stephen." I felt sad now, I didn't want him to feel bad, and I certainly didn't want him to think I had no faith in him, "I'm sorry love, I know you wouldn't do anything." I traced the outline of his face. Coming in close I kissed his lips and he grabbed me tight, pulling me down to the bed...

"Don't you have to leave?" I asked between kisses.

"Mmm...they can wait." He said, frantically undoing his pants...all I could do was laugh.

"Get your pants off if ya want this, woman." He said, stroking his stiffening cock. 

The fact that he wanted a quick fuck for the road was actually a turn on...on top of the fact that he called me 'woman', instead of the ever popular 'kiddo' was also helping. So, needless to say my clothes were off stat, and I was wet and ready to go. His unoccupied hand slid up to a breast, his other guided cock into me, as I played through his hair, and massaged my clit. In no time, we were half way there, and soon after that, I was begging him to fuck me harder, which he agreeably complied with.

We settled a moment, I kissed his cheek, and then reality struck him... 

"Fuck, I really have to be goin' love." He jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I grabbed his bag. A moment later he emerged and I followed him to the door, where he gave me a quick peck on the lips and clamored down the stairs to his car.

"Be careful!" I called to him.

"Will do Kiddo...be good," Stephen chuckled, shutting the car door. I just shook my head with a smile, and watched as he backed down the driveway, out of sight past the trees of our wooded yard. I waited a moment, and heard the honk of his horn. Stephen always did that for me if I was awake when he left. 

Alone....again, but oooh how sweet his returns were. Stephen was never too tired for sex. And even when I was it didn't matter, because he would get me so excited, passing his rush of sexual adrenaline onto me. I slumped onto the couch in that thought and the cat appeared out of no where. She always showed up at the best moments, like she knew when I needed someone...

"I need to clean this place up Kat." I told her, rubbing behind her ears. It was the customary Saturday departure, and I had nothing to do. Well, that wasn't true, but I didn't feel like doing laundry, or the breakfast dishes, or making the bed...infact, I loved it unmade. I thought of Stephen every time I walked in the room. He didn't mind much either, which is the only reason I left it that way most of the time. I jumped up and stood in the doorway...that messy bed was love...and I jumped into it, enveloping myself in the large fluffy bed cover. I loved Stephens' scent, one of the best smells in the world. It was soap, and work, and him, and there was no other thing I could call it but Stephen. 

The day progressed slowly but surely, and without warning, I realized it was evening. I got up to make myself something to eat, and there was a knock at the door. I thought it strange, as my friends always called before stopping by, and at that they were welcome to enter without knocking...so, a bit puzzled I answered the door....

"Oh...hi Tom." It was Stephen's older brother. I hadn't seem him in quite some time, he was more attractive then I remember...

He was very rugged, more so then Stephen. Taller and thicker as well, features that had always attracted me. And that accent of his was much thicker, just a bit deeper. It was like having an amplified Stephen around. The only thing that was off putting, was his manners...and his loose habits. He said what he wanted, did what he wanted...nevermind the consequences. I can't say that wasn't alluring from afar, but when dealing with it on a daily basis -which I had before when he lived with us- was not so lovely. 

"Hey Ter. How've ya been?" We hugged, and he kissed me on the lips...something he had said was 'perfectly fine', as we were inlaws. But of course, being Tom, he always took it to another level, "Where's your other half' " He mocked, pushing his way in.

"He's not here." I closed the door, and eyed him up...he had bags. That was never good. 

"Oh aye, his...'buisness trip'..." He smirked, flopping on the couch.

"What are you doing here?" I sat calmly on the opposite chair. 

"Oh, what a charming welcome from my favorite inlaw." 

"Well...last time you showed up with bags, you stayed for close to a year. Remember?" I was hoping that wasn't the case this time. 

"Aye...that I do. You two were like rabbits...damn. Barely got any sleep. Ya married now though...bet that's changed, huh." He smirked wickedly. 

"Actually..." He interupted me.

"Knew it...can't expect much when he's away all the time...probably tired when he gets home too. Poor little Terri..." 

"Actually, I was going to say that it's basically the same. ESPECIALLY whe he gets home. So, I'd be gone by then if I were you." 

"Oooh...you're a bit more hostile then I remember. Probably all that sexual tension."

"Does he know you're here?" I ignored his ignorant statement. Although, I did feel a bit tense...thinking about that whore on the trip with Stephen...having Tom talk in his 'language'...this was going to be a long week. 

"Yes and No."

"Alright...well, do you mind explaining that?"

"Fuck...you're even cuter when angry...I like it." He leaned closer my way. 

"Well, you always bring out the best in everyone Tom." 

"Aye...ya think fuckin' Steve is great...ya should try me on for size." 

"I'll pass...now, 'yes and no'?" I was trying hard to conceal the fact that his nature was sexy in a bizarre way. He was turning me on.

"Ah...well, he did know I'd be comin', but...I wasn't meant to be here 'till next week."

"Why are you early then?" 

"To keep ya company." There was that wicked smirk again...and it was strange how I knew what he was thinking.

"So...am I correct in saying: you knew he wouldn't be here, but came here anyway to...'keep me company.' " 

"Aye...I knew he wouldn't really want me here alone with ya....no matter what he says." 

"I can't imagine why." I rose to return to the kitchen, "What makes you think I'd want your company anyway?" 

"Trust me babe, ya want my company." There was a silent pause, then I heard him close behind me, "ya need my company."

"Are you hugry?" Is all I could say. 

"In more ways then one." 

With that I swallowed hard, but continued to do what I was doing. I could feel his eyes burning into my body...

"Why ya wearin' shorts and a tank? Not that I object...but it's chilly out there." 

"Well it's hot in here, especially when cleaning up." 

"Aye, 'tis hot in here...I wager it could get much hotter though."

I didn't answer him, and turned with two plates in my hand. He moved close to me...

"Allow me..." He smirked, took them from me, and I grabbed two beers from the fridge...I was gonna need one. 

"Oooh, what ya think Stiff Steve would say...seein' his pretty wife drinking with his horny brother?" He leaned in close, "And I don't mean stiff in a good way." He laughed at himself.

"Well...if he were here, it wouldn't really be an issue, now would it?" 

"Nah, I mean...if he were to walk through the door at this moment. What would he do?" 

"He'd probably flip out...at both of us." 

"You, really? Didn't think that of the stiff." 

"Well, you'd be surprised. He would be angry with me for letting you in at all. If we were drinking...he'd assume the worse." 

"I wonder why that is." He said sarcastically, popping the beer caps. Mine, then his.

"Why what?" I asked, after taking a long swig. 

"Why would he assume the worst from a loyal pussy like you?" 

"Well, I mean...come on, it's just a natural feeling. Especially when it comes to you...add beer into the mix. Beer you happen to be drinking with his wife....AFTER purposefully coming to his house knowing he wouldn't be home."

"That all has to do with me...not you. I'm thinkin'...he's out...for weeks at a time some points...right? Right...so, I know for a fact that women are on some, if not all of these trips...waitressess...hotel girls...clients...fellow passengers...fuck, a street walker, whatever. Ya think he's not screwin'...not even once? If even not now...before. At some point?" 

"ALRIGHT! Get to the point for fucks sake!" 

"Aye..." He laughed through his beer, "Walking in on us drinkin' behind his back, he'd think you'd done it, 'cause he has." He finished his first beer, "That's a man for ya babe." 

"I'm not doing anything behind his back." I answered with a lump in my throat. I'm sure he could tell...my face was flushed, I felt a bit sick. What if Tom was right? What if Stephen had went and fucked someone, at some point...even if he wasn't anymore, he still had. I rose with my still full plate...

"What ya doin'?" He was confused. 

"I...I'm not hungry anymore. I have to call Stephen." 

"I wouldn't do that. Grab me another beer." 

"Why?" 

"'Cause, if he knows I'm here...and by some chance, I AM wrong about him fuckin' one, if not multiple girls on his trips... if he hadn't, then he definitely would now." 

"No...no, I have to tell him. I don't even care at this point." 

"Keep tellin' ya'self that." He called to me, as I ran to make the call. 

When I returned, Tom had made himself comfortable on the couch. He was on his third beer...

"So?" He asked, as I sat beside him. I was quiet a moment.

"He was fine." I think he was, he seemed to be. 

"Sure he was." He mocked. 

"Would you quit it!" He was so infuriating...but that's what seemed to make him more attractive. 

I leaned my head back, closed my eyes...bad decision. I jumped as I felt something cold against my bare leg. It was Tom's beer bottle...and he was starring at me....

"Stop worryin'...I just like to fuck with ya." 

"Too late for that." I half laughed...I was so stressed, and horny...thanks to Tom, and the two don't mix well. 

"Just fuck me and get it over with. You'll feel better." 

"I can't." I half laughed at how bold he was. 

"Pussy." He laughed, putting the empty bottle on the table, and turning closer to me. 

"Dick." I laughed back. 

"Aye...a big stiff one too....good stiff. You'd like it." 

"Maybe." My imagination was raging like crazy. 

"No, not maybe. You want it? I won't tell...and if he happens to find out, blame it on me. I don't give a fuck." He was dangerously close to me, I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I turned to face him...

"I..." His lips latched to mine, and I melted into it. Sometimes he was much more gentle then he appeared, but when he touched my leg it was too much. I realized what I was doing, and I pushed him away....

"I can't do this." I jumped from the couch and went in the kitchen, I needed a drink. 

"Do what?" He followed me..."Ya think I want to have sex with ya?" 

"Oh gee...I don't know. I guess you just wanted to check and see if everything was alright down there." 

"You want me to fuck ya, don't ya Terri?" He smirked with pride.

"What...no." I half chuckled. 

"It's just sex. It doesn't mean anythin'. Ya think Stephen isn't out there fuckin' women on his little business trips?" 

"What?" I was so taken aback, that I didn't know what to think..."I...well...no, I thought you said you were just fucking with me when you said those things? And it's not just sex to me."

"Well, it's still something ya should think about...and I'm not talkin' when you're with him...I'm talkin' with me, or him with other pussies." 

"Could you please...just stop saying that shit, ok! And I do think about it, I think about it all the time! "

"What ya so worked up about? I'm just sayin'." 

"Because! Okay...because there's this woman from his office on the trip with them. A new fucking, secretary bitch, that Stephen has already talked about...and how she's this and that...and I can't fucking take it, alright."

I stormed out of the room, and slammed my bedroom door. I hated him right now, but it made me want to fuck him more, just to relieve the stress. I had a headache from thinking, and he walked in without knocking. He half laid on the bed...

"Sorry 'bout that. I didn't know." 

"Well Tom, that's why you don't just go around saying whatever you feel like." I had my hands over my eyes, trying to rub out the pain, when I felt a tingle at my calf. Looking up, his finger was mindlessly tracing over my leg..."Stop that!" and I moved away from him.

"Ya like it when I touch ya, don't ya? It's scares ya, doesn't it?"

"Shut up!" I tried not to laugh, and I turned on my side so he couldn't see my face. He moved all the way onto the bed now...

"Tell me...how wet are ya right now?" He came closer, and grazed over my bare thigh, "Lem'me see...it's just a feel, and he'll never know." 

His large hand slipped through my thighs, I should have stopped him, but I didn't...my body was on fire...

"I've always wanted to fuck ya." He whispered in my ear, and it sent thrills through me, and my pussy began to throb with excitement...

"I never said you could fuck me...I never said anything."

"That's not what you're pussy's sayin'...and not saying nothin' is just as bad as sayin' yes." He could feel how wet I was through my shorts, and pulled me towards him. He placed my thighs on either side of his kneeling body, "He doesn't deserve a fine piece of arse like you."

"If you say one more thing about Stephen, this stops now." He made a motion of zipping his lips, and removed my shorts. 

"Fuck, look at that pussy." He squeezed my pussy lips together, "'Tis a thing of beauty...and look how wet ya are. I knew it. You're such a slut.I bet that's why..." Then he stopped himself.

"Alright, that's it..." I moved quickly away from him, "You've seen it. You've toched it. You made me wet, big fucking deal." 

"Easy..." he said. 

"No, you take it easy! I'll tell Stephen what you've been playing at." I smiled at how stupid that sounded. 

"Oooh, I'm so scared." He mocked, rising from the bed, "Maybe I'll ring him, tell him how warm your thighs were...how good ya smelled, and how sweet your wet pussy was." With that he sucked the fingers he had touched me with, and slammed the door shut as he left. 

I stayed in my room, and didn't hear from him the rest of the night. I cried myself to sleep, thinking on how I should have just let him fuck me, and what was Stephen doing....and how did I get here...and so many stupid things that had nothing to do with anything. 

The next morning, I layed there for a long time...until the urge to pee finally took over. I headed for the bathroom, and was greeted with naked Tom, and stiff cock, stepping from the shower...

"Damn, sorry..." I said, hurrying to close the door, but he stopped me...

"Ho...wait...tell me, how much bigger is my dick then Steve's?" He laughed, and started stroking himself. 

"I'm not doing this..." I laughed and went to leave again, but he grabbed my wrist...

"I already know the answer, I just wanna hear ya say it." 

"No." I was trying to pull away from him, only out of principle, but he was too strong. 

"Look at it, You've seen cock before. Just tell me, I wanna hear ya say it." He brought my hand closer to him, and I resisted, "Touch it." He laughed. 

"Still wearin' your wet shorts...I bet that smells lovely." He laughed, and it allowed me to pull away, but I didn't leave. 

"Touch it." He smirked that wicked sexy way, and I couldn't resist any longer. I had never touched anyone other then Stephen in that way, as he was my first real boyfriend, my first real fuck... and then I married him. I felt a bit left out, because I know Stephen had been with a few others...and perhaps more in his travels. 

He was so hard, and his body was so warm, and thick, and I wanted him in me, on me...everything. He was like a monster compared to me. Stephen was tall, but thinner then Tom, and shorter still. He lifted my onto the bathroom vanity...

"Wait," I barely breathed...I was dizzy with excitement, and I didn't want to miss anything. 

"Shut up," He said, and kissed my lips...I could feel his cock on my thigh, as he parted between them. 

"You're a noisy fuck aren't ya?" He whispered, sucking on my neck, as I already started breathing heavy. 




Real Life Fantasy Ch. 03



"Yeah..." I moaned aloud, and his hands went for my shorts...I couldn't take it much longer.

"Good." He said wickedly, "I like that." 

"Wait...not here." I breathed heavy.

"Yes here, and ya know why?" He whispered, pressing himself firmly against me, "Every time ya brush your teeth, or hair...wash your face. When precious Stephen shaves, you'll know I fucked ya here. You're cheeks will turn red, and your pussy will want me, and when he askes why...ya won't be able to say a thing." 

With that he plunged his steel cock into me with ease, I was so wet...the vanity slippery with my juices...

"Shit, you really are bigger then Stephen." 

His resopnse was raming deeper into me, and so rough...but I loved it. I removed my top, and I pulled him closer. His mouth engulfed one of my breasts, and then the other as he continued to fuck the hell out of me. He had amazing stamina and sexual grace. I guess that's what happens when you fuck whoever, whenever...all the time...

"Oh my fucking god, I'm cumming...please, harder! Don't stop...don't stop!" I gripped to the vanity as my major orgasm bursted from me, his huge cock glistening as he pumped in and out of me. 

"I'm gonna cum inside ya." He breathed, on the edge...just a bit worried. 

"Yes...do it...just don't stop!" I moaned, my eyes watering from the pleasure. 

With that, he flooded my insides with his hot sticky cum. It felt so amazing, and everything lasted so long, I didn't want it to stop...I wanted to keep going. I whined my disapproval that the feeling was leaving, and Tom picked me up. He was still hard and kept inside me, what a feat that must have been...he was so strong. He came to the bedroom door and I pushed it open. Turning, he sat on the bed with me on his lap....

"I'm gonna fuck you in Stephen's bed. What ya think 'bout that?" He slapped my ass hard, and then grabbed hold of it, rotating me on his cock. 

"Please don't say his name right now...this is my bed too." I closed my eyes, and tried to think of Stephen, just so I wouldn't feel too bad about what I was doing, but Tom didn't make it easy for me.

"That's right. You two share this bed don't ya...so the next time ya fuck Stephen you'll think of what I'm gonna do to ya here too. I'm gonna haunt ya babe, you're not gonna want me to leave..." I interrupted him...

"Stop playing these mind games!" I tried to pull away, but he flipped me under him...there was no escape. 

"Nah...I'm not finished yet. Ya can't fool me Theresa," He whispered in my ear..." I can feel your pussy throbbing against my cock...." 

"Just fuck me then, Thomas, ok...save the games." But he just continued.

"When Stephen's gone...you'll beg me to fuck ya. 'Cause I plan on stayin' a while...and when he's here, you'll suffer to have me." I plugged my ears, but that only made him pin me down..."I'm gonna fuck ya now." 

Holding my wrists together with one hand, he used the other on my legs. Moving them together, pushing them to one side, and he slapped my ass hard. The shot rang out, as did my voice...

"Fuck Tom! Do you have to slap me so hard!" Although it did hurt, as the sting dicipated, it left me wanting more. 

He smeared our cum mixture over my ass, and then over my mouth like a gloss. I licked my lips and he smiled that wicked sexy way, and positioned his hard cock against my ass..."Does Stephen Fuck your arse?" He asked, slapping me hard again. I only whimpered this time. 

"Somtimes." I breathed. 

"Does he take it, or do ya offer?" He began pushing in...

"Both...but he'll really only take it if I offer." I was scared of having Tom in my ass...I knew he would be rough. 

"Well...I'm takin' it, offer or no offer." And he slowly pushed in. He was so big, it hurt a little at first, but I did like when Stephen fucked me in the ass, so I just tried to relax. 

"Take it easy on my wrists Tom." I pleaded, as I accepted him into my ass.

"Are ya gonna be a good girl?"

"Yes, I promise." I didn't want to go anywhere at that point anyway. 

"Good, get on your hands and knees then, slut." And he let me loose, and pulled out of me. 

"Don't call me that!" Though I complied with his request, regardless. He slapped my ass again, and pulled me towards him, gripping tightly to my hips...

"Stephen's not here babe...when I fuck ya, you're a slut...so don't ruin it for me." I decided to shut my mouth and just enjoy everything, as he slowly inched into a heavy rythym. I tried to hold back from letting him hear my pleasure filled moans as I fingered my pussy, feeling his cock pound in and out of my stretching ass. It was getting harder and harder....

"I plan on fuckin' ya 'till ya scream," His breathing was heavy, "So ya might as well let it out." 

So, I let out one, long, drawn out cry, that simmered to a deep stready moaning. He icreased speed to get me going again, and I could feel his balls slapping against me...

"You're a good little slut," He moaned, slapping my ass again, and I gave a cry, "Ya like that don't ya...little fuck slut." And he slapped me again.

"Yea..." I cried out, and he did it again...."again!" I moaned. 

"Good girl, that's what I wanna hear." He slapped me once more, "I'm gonna cum in your ass...little cum slut." He moaned. 

"Me too...me too..." I breathed as I heard his deep voice let out. His speed increased, as he unloaded deep into my ass. I had cum running down my forearm, and it seemed to be everywhere, as I massaged my clit to a finish.

It felt like an eternity before I was completely calmed down. I laid there in cum, and thoughts, and heavy breathing. Tom had fallen asleep beside me, after slowly slipping from me in that last bit of pleasure. At some point, I must have dozed off as well, becuase the next thing I remember was the phone ringing. I jumped up, still naked, and sticky. Tom was gone, but that was of no importance, as Stephen's voice was on the other end...

"Hello Love," His voice sent an ache through my body. It choked me up a bit. It only got worse as Tom walked into the room, naked, dripping wet. 

"Hey," I said through the lump in my throat. Tom walked towards me, making silent motions, and mouthing to tell him he had left last night if he asked. I waved at him to leave, and turned away so I could concentrate. 

"Sorry I didn't call last night. I got tied up with a project." An image of him with that office slut swam through my head, and I got so angry.

"Yeah, that's alright, I fell asleep early last night anyway." I was a bit less upset in the thought of him being 'tied up' with her.

"Oh really, well how's things goin' with Tom? He's behavin' I hope?" He laughed a bit. 

"Yes and No." Shit, that was a Tom response, 'why did you say that!' rang through my mind...he would definitely catch on. I turned to look at Tom, and he scrunched his brow, coming closer. I put up my hand but he just grabbed it, putting it against his cock. 

"Oh really...well, he sure has got to ya I see. So, what's he doing to bring out the no in ya?" 

I pulled away, and slapped his arm. He just knelt beside me, with that smirk...he mouthed you're in trouble. He started kissing my thighs. I pushed his head away, but he took my fingers in his mouth..."Well, you know Tom," I said nervously. 

"Aye...ya A'right love?"

"Umm...sort of." I breathed, as Tom held my free hand away so he could kiss my pussy lips. He pushed me back against the bed, and slid his fingers into me. 

"Is Tom getting to ya? Tell him to leave then." 

"No, no...but I really think..." I stopped talking, otherwise I would have let out a cry of pleasure. 

"What are ya doin'?" He half laughed. 

"Nothing...nothing." He was increasing speed..."I'm, touching myself, fuck! I'm cumming Stephen..." I couldn't take it as Tom grazed over my clit, his thick fingers fucking my pussy as I talked to Steve...it was such a turn on. 

"Fuck, way to get me horny Ter. I have to go sit in a meeting too. You're in trouble when I get home." 

Goodness, I was now due to be punished by Tom and Stephen...If Stephen still wanted me after I told him I'd fucked his brother....and I knew that little fingering was only a taste of how Tom was going to punish me. I was getting horny again...

"I'll be looking forward to that." Fucking Tom, however amazing, had got me missing the little things Stephen did to accomodate me. 

"Me too love, a'right...I gotta run. Be good." He laughed, as did I...if only he knew. 

"Okay, you too. Don't forget to call me tomorrow." I wondered if he was 'being good'. Maybe he'd confess once I told him about Tom. 

As soon as I hung up with Stephen, Tom voiced his long awaited complaint. I don't think he ever stayed quiet for so long in his life...

"What the fuck was that?" He smirked, and grabbed my thighs. 

"Oh please..." I half laughed. 

"Fuck you're pleases, and thank yous...and politeness." 

"Excuse me!" 

"I told you to tell him that I had left last night!" 

"Well, I don't lie to Stephen. If he can't understand, then oh well."

"Oh, ya don't lie to your precious Stephen. I guess it was some other pussy I fucked last night then right?" He laughed, "Oh aye, and 'I'm just touching myself Steve...It's not your brothers fingers inside me. That's not lyin' right?" 

"Oh don't worry, I'm going to tell him as soon as he gets home." 

"Like hell ya are...I don't think so." 

"What are you gonna do about it? What happened to the big man...'Oh, tell him It was my fault, I don't give a fuck!' Where did that go?" 

"That don't mean shit..."

"It means I'm telling him. He should know. If he can't understand that your big bull like self seduced me, then he doesn't deserve to love me...like he says he does." 

"You're just a little slut...ya wanted me to fuck ya. And we both know it." 

"You're right...I did want you to fuck me, BUT...Stephen's not going to believe you over me. And like you said, it was just a fuck. It's not like I stopped loving him once you fucked the shit out of me." 

"Well then...since you're tellin' him regardless, and since you've seen the light of a good fuck...go shower, and I'll give you the best pussy lickin' you've ever had." I tried to kiss him, but he grabbed my face, "No kissin'." 

"But...kissing makes everything better!" I whined. 

"Save your kissin' for Stephen....this is just sex remember? When I fuck ya, I'll kiss ya... now go shower." 

I got up and did as Tom said, I was wrapped aroud his finger now. I didn't even think about not doing what he asked...it was weird. I hurried in the shower, and returned in a towel. This was displeasing to him, and he reminded me so much of Stephen...

"I really hope you don't plan on coming in this room with a towel on." He smirked, but I didn't remove it just yet. "Take that fuckin' towel off...my sluts don't cover themselves up." He sat up to greet me as I came to him. I dropped the towel, "That's better, good girl." 

"I did it becuase I wanted to. Not because you said so." I smirked. 

"Keep tellin' yourself that babe." He winked..."I was thinkin'." 

"Uh oh...everyone run! Tom has an idea!" I laughed. 

"Anyway! What if you didn't tell Stephen." I interrupted. 

"That's not an option." He pulled me onto his lap, and I could feel him getting hard against me. 

"Just listen! If ya tell him, he won't let me stay. Then poor little Terri, will be all alone with her thoughts when her Stephen leaves." 

"Well...I..." He interrupted, pinning me down in front of him.

"Well listen, I'm gonna have a little fun with your pussy, while ya mull it over...and ya can let me know what ya decide once I'm done." He kissed my thigh, "How's that sound?" He smirked. 

"My goodness, you are terrible!" I laughed, as his lips inched closer to my aching pussy. 

I didn't say another word as he tugged on my pussy lips with his mouth. Mainly becuase I couldn't speak, but I wasn't going to stop him if I could. His tongue teased my clit, touching it just long enough to get me wanting more, and then taking it away. I wanted to kill him for that, it was driving me crazy. He parted my lips, and his tongue entered me. Then tracing back up to my clit, He sucked me on and off, then went back down again. I wanted his cock so bad, but he ignored my requests to fuck me. He kissed and sucked hard on my clit again, and I started to cum...

"Please...I'm cumming...please fuck me Tom! I need to be fucked." He teased my pussy with his fingers, just entering and pulling back out.

"I'm gonna tease ya 'till ya can't take it no more. After that stunt ya pulled with Steve on the phone..." He just laughed. I sat to reach his face...I was going to break him of this plan. I kissed his lips...

"Tom," I said between a kiss, grazing my hands all over his back and arms. I'm not sure if he ever really stopped, and enjoyed being touched like that during his sexual escapades. 

"What..." is all he said.

"I need you to fuck me right now, ok?" I said softly, and tugged on his lower lip with my teeth. 

"But...I" I didn't give him a chance to talk. 

"No butts...and if you do this for me, I won't tell Stephen about any of this. I can convince him to let you stay too..." He grabbed me tight, and interrupted me with a kiss...I pulled away, "But you have to be a good boy when he's here, ok...Stephen is too smart. He'll figure it out...and you don't want that, do you?" 

"No...I don't." He was softening beneath my touch, and I pushed him over to climb ontop.

"So, you'll be my fuck buddy then?" I smirked, sucking on one of his nipples. 

"Fuck yes..." He laughed.

"Good."



Real Life Fantasy Ch. 04



After another go, Tom had fallen asleep on my bed. I laid there for a while, but I couldn't listen to him breathing anymore...it was time to clear my head, and return to reality. So I slipped away. Tom was like a log, he could probably sleep through an earthquake...or even me having my way with him. My luck he'd wake up for that. It was just another thing I could add to Stephen and Tom's differences, because Stephen would wake up at a pin drop. It was bizarre. They were alike, but at the same time, so different. Of course, unless you had put yourself in my situation, it probably wasn't as noticeable as I thought. People would just see them as night and day. Which wasn't far from the truth, but they were closer then...well, perhaps more so then they realized. 

My thoughts stung like salt in an open wound, and I almost broke down in the kitchen...how the hell was I going to handle the rest of the week!? Surely Tom would want more sex...especially after I had foolishly decided he could stay. My desire had dissipated though, and I wasn't sure I could go through with it again. It's not like I had ever thought of doing this...not for real. It just happened, and I allowed it. I was seeing things a bit clearer now that I wasn't on fire. I didn't want two men...I could barely handle one. I especially didn't want to loose Stephen over....Tom. Like he would stick around if Stephen decided that he just couldn't forgive me. I'd like to see that happen. Besides, I didn't want him anyway. Not past sex, and I convinced myself that that was over...it was. 

The realization that I had betrayed Stephens' trust sunk in completely now too...it made me feel awful. And what if Tom got me worked up again? It was so natural for him to do so. With my invitation, it was bound to happen. And in that case, I was doomed! Resisting Tom, was like breathing under water...it wasn't going to happen. Part of me wanted to welcome it, almost wished for it, and the other part cried to just stop. At that point it was a rough battle, becuase each side of me was equally strong.

It being Sunday, I had no work...and I knew he didn't really work. That was just what I needed in my current state...an uninhibited day with Tom...alone. I was going to try and keep myself busy. Hopefully that would deter him...and me. Though, I knew I was kidding myself...

"Mornin' people." Tom groaned, still waking. He startled me from my thoughts.

"What? Tom... it's after one. It's the afternoon. You've successfully slept the morning off." 

"Well, you wore me out." He laughed, "And it's the weekend...only good for sleepin' and fuckin'. Haven't you cleaned this place enough?" He asked, while I dried my hands from the dishes. "Come back to bed with me."

"Forgive me Sir, but life isn't about sex... and I can't let my house go to crap 

because you want to..." He interrupted. 

"What would you be doin' if Steve were here?"

"That's different."

"Is it now? Thought we were 'fuck buddies'...those bein' your words babe. I'm supposed to be your Stephen while he's away, am I not? So I think I should be treated as such."

"Tom, I..." Yet again, he interrupted.

"Ya haven't changed your mind now, have ya babe?"

"About what?" 

"Don't play dumb. We both know you're anythin' but."

"Remind me." I smirked.

"That's cute." He cleared his throat, shaking his head in amusment. "You, me...not tellin' Steve. Convincin' him to let me stay." He slowly walked to me. "Keepin' ya company while he's gone." 

Then it dawned on me, it was my potential save. "Is all this about you needing a place to crash? Cause you don't need to bribe me with sex, Tom. We would let you stay."

He smirked, grabbed me against him. I could feel his hardening cock against my hip. "I do need a place to stay, but I want the sex. It's like a bonus for me...a long awaited bonus."

I tried not to blush, but I was getting hot. He only wanted to get me back in bed. "So, would you stay if I said no more sex?"

"Aye, though if a better offer presented itself, naturally... I'd take off." He held me tighter and attached his soft, warm, lips to my neck. I couldn't let him do this again...it was bad enough that we'd already done anything.

I quietly shifted in his arms. I missed Stephen even more now that Tom was here. I thought it would help...not at all. But if I could just get through the rest of the week, then maybe he would get tired of waiting while Stephen was home. I'm sure he'd go looking for a better offer. 

"Does that offend ya? Didn't mean to babe." 

"What? Oh, no. No...I was just thinking."

"Mmmmm...what of?" He pulled me closer.

I hesitated, but it really didn't matter either way at this point. "Missing Sunday mornings with Stephen. It's probably the hardest day to get through. When he's home, we stay in bed most of the day." 

"Oh really now...why'd ya leave me alone this mornin' then? Just let me be Stephen one more time. I promise I'll leave ya be after that." I didn't know how to answer. I knew what I wanted to say, but should I? I was afraid he could tell I wanted it, and with that take things further. That's what had gotten me in trouble in the first place. He didn't care as long as he knew I wanted it. 

"Ya makin' me work for my pussy?" He grabbed my ass. 

"Maybe...but you're working for Stephens' pussy. Doesn't that bother you?" I half smirked. 

"Aye, how can I forget. Lucky for me, Stephen isn't here to care for it right now, huh?" He kissed me, even though he always says to save the kissing for fucking..."and it doesn't bother me." He whispered in my ear after nipping at the lobe. 

That had me just over the edge. I had to do something, quick. "He makes up for it when he's home. Stephen takes good care of me." With that, I moved from his grip. I was glad he didn't force me to stay.

"I don't doubt that babe, I'm sure he does." He followed me. "I can see you're no longer comfortable with this setup, Terri." He answered my silent complaints, and I was a bit surprised. "I'd be grateful if you'd allow me stay though. Just 'till I can figure somethin' else out. And ya don't have to worry 'bout me tellin'. I wouldn't do that to ya." 

He sat on the couch, I was in the closet for the vacuum. "Gee, thanks Tom. I appreciate that." It was hard to believe he was serious. I couldn't imagine him keeping his mouth shut...though maybe he'd keep quiet becuase it was his brother.

"I'm serious babe...I have this policy...see, I don't tell as long as they don't. And I know you're good to your word...even if it's only out of fear."

"How sweet." I mocked, before drowning out the world with my ancient, yet reliable sweeper. "I happen to be a very... loyal person." I thought about the contradiction, "usually." I added, biting my lip in the horror that I had actually betrayed someone...the only person I ever loved. I started the sweeper, hoping to drown out my thoughts, but it just trapped me in them.

Tom rose as if to leave, but then blocked my path. He turned off the machine. I couldn't read his face, and my heart was about to break through my chest...he made me crazy in so many ways. "Our agreement can always be reinstated should ya want it." Without another word, Tom flipped it back on and walked down the hallway to the guest room.

I was just a bit relieved that he left things open. However wrong I felt at that moment, I couldn't guarantee a change of mind -or body rather- at some point during the week. Hell, I was about to break now... I was hoping not, but I knew I could trust Tom with the secret if it came to that.

After sweeping, I wanted to slip into his room and make him want to fuck me, like that would be hard. Instead, I went and curled up in my own bed. I was alone for sometime before my door opened. I turned quickly from my half sleep hoping to see Stephen, however unrealistic that was. Tom focused in...

"Ya hungry?" He seemed innocent in his questioning, but that just wouldn't do. 

"In more ways then one." I mocked him, and he entered completely.

"Is that so..." He slowly came towards the bed as I turned completely to watch him. 

"Aye." I mocked him again with a laugh. I wasn't sure why I was egging him on...I just wanted to...just once more.

He stood over me not saying a word, I didn't move, and I had him locked in gaze. Finally sitting on the bed, he almost touched me, but refrained. "I thought you were done with this?" He questioned suspiciously. 

"I know." I sighed. The last thing I needed was Tom, of all people, telling me I shouldn't be doing this. That would be bad. 

"Well then?" He asked, and it lifted my spirits a bit. I touched his hand, trailed up his arm and took grip as if to pull him towards me, but I stopped. "I won't be responsible this time." He answered low, "If ya want this, you're gonna have to take it." I didn't like that answer. But none of this was only his fault, and if he took me again...I could have my way in thinking it was. It would make me feel better about my part in it.

"Please..." I began, but he stopped me.

"No." He was very stern.

"What do you mean, no!" I almost laughed, but I was angry.

"If ya really want it, you'll take it. Ya rejected me earlier when I wanted ya then. I understand why, don't get me wrong, but..."

"I'm just afraid." My voice cracked.

"Of what?" He whispered, leaning across my body. He looked right through me...my eyes filled, and I looked away. "He won't reject ya." Tom wiped my tears.

"You don't know that." I whispered back.

"Oh, aye...that I do." He paused a moment, and I returned gaze. "We were close once... I know my brother, and I know how he loves ya. If he could forgive me for all I've done, he'll definitely forgive you." I gripped him in a tight hug, and he held me until my sobbing was through. "Ya feel better now?"

"Not really." I answered, breathing him in, but thinking of Stephen. It was so strange.

"What would make ya better then?" He still held me close, and despite everything, I kissed his neck. I was like a train wreck. "Is this what ya want?" 

"I don't know." And honestly I didn't. 

"Well, you're gonna have to tell me...It's simple. Yes, or no." He continued to caress and hold my body. Tom knew I wanted him.

"But I..."

"Yes...or no."

I hesitated...once had been enough, although it was technically twice..."yes." The words practically formed themselves before I could finish thinking it over. Did it really matter though? I wanted it...I was guilty...

With that, Tom's lips devoured my mouth. He had been made to wait for too long. His cock was so hard against me, and I reached down to unzip him. He groaned when I pushed his pants passed his ass, and finishing the removal he kicked them away. I couldn't believe I was doing this again, but he felt so good against me. I just wanted it once more. Isn't that what everyone says though? It's always just once more.

Tom shifted to position for his undressing of me. I first removed his shirt, and wondered what he would do if I were to take over, but I refrained...until his fingers traced the line of my pants and went for the button... I changed my mind.

"Wait." And I didn't allow him protest. I leaned up against him, sucked on his bottom lip and then his tongue. It softened him up to be pushed to the bed. Straddling his massive build, I let him loose.

"Ya realize I'm much stronger, right?" He half laughed. I just smiled, and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. He tried to help, but I slapped his hand hard. "Slut." He grinned.

As I removed my first layer, Tom trapped the shirt at my elbows and pulled me to him. As if threatening to take over again, showing me how strong he was. I just smirked, and kissed him. He let me go after that, so I removed the tank I wore under it. He squeezed my bare waist, pushed tightly up my ribcage to my breasts. My back arched instinctively, and I thought of Stephen. When his hands went for my button, I stopped him again. Barely holding him back, I pinned him against the bed. I knew he had let me, because there was no way I was strong enough for even that much. When I Iet go, he didn't move. So, I removed my bra... and of course Tom tried reaching for them.

"Not yet." 

"When then?"

"When I say." I stood and undid the botton to remove my pants, no panties.

"Oh, you're in charge now, are ya?" I sat against him again. My warm, wet pussy against his belly. His face changed slightly.

"Yes." I said confidently. "You can touch me now."

I played with him for awhile until he couldn't take waiting any longer. I rode his cock, giving myself an orgasm while he massaged my clit. He hadn't yet cum, holding back so he could fuck me good....so he said. Then he "forced" me -I let him believe that- on my hands and knees, fucking my ass good and hard, filling it with cum. After a moment or two of silence, he took me to shower, and fucked me once more there. I sucked him to cumming after he was in me again. I tasted so good off of him. 

After we were dry and warm, Tom actually stuck around. He held me - I'm sure without thinking- but I didn't stop him. I'm not sure if he wanted to give me the ultimate Stephen replacement experience, or if Tom actually wanted to. Regardless, He fell asleep in my arms. I allowed him to stay in my bed with me, just this last time. We both knew it wouldn't happen again.



And so the days lugged on. With me working most of the day, temptation was minimum. Tom didn't hide from me, or control himself...he just didn't force me into anything. Not that it would require much, but I stayed strong. Plus, he understood. He made it easy to keep things normal too, and I didn't feel awkward being around him, which was good. That was going help with concealing it if I happened to chicken out of telling Stephen. I wasn't really sure how I was going to go about that yet. I'd figure it out though. I just had to.

Then, finally! The torture was over, it was Friday. Just this last day to get through. I was proud of myself for making it the whole work week without asking Tom for more. I was rushing around, trying to get myself together to leave, making sure everything was in order.Tom was lounging on the couch as I walked through. I heard his phone ring, and went into the kitchen to disguise the fact that I was going to listen...

"Hey Mike, how's it goin'?" 

There was a pause between each answer as Mike had his turn. 

"Yeah, sure. Mind pickin' me up though?" 

"Great. An easy job I hope?" He joked. 

"What's that? Really now...no. Serious?" 

He was very excited about something. "Lucky bastard!" 

"Should'a gotten both though Mike. I taught ya better then that." 

"Did she then. Ah, well... bein' she's right next door, I think I'll pay her a surprise visit." 

"How excitin'...the more the merrier Mike...as you well know." He chuckled wickedly.

"Oh aye, I bet she was....Mmmm, I do miss that pussy." 

"Not to worry, I'll get ya in again Mike. No doubt her little friend wants seconds." He let out a roar of laughter as I walked for the door. I had heard all I needed... I was off the hook.



I was halfway to the car when I heard the door open...

"No goodbye then for your... buddy?" He called.

"You were on the phone Tom, and I'm late."

"Ya wouldn't a been had ya not eavesdropped, now would ya?" He smirked. "I'll tell ya all a'bout it tonight when ya get home...maybe give ya a show of it."

I just laughed, "Bye Tom." 

He waved, and disappeared behind the door.



Real Life Fantasy Ch. 05



It was hard to concentrate at work. Not only had I Stephen to worry about, but now Tom. I didn't want him at my house tonight. I didn't want him to be there when Stephen got home. I didn't want him there at all. 

The consequences of my actions were raging within me. If Stephen left me, I would want to die...and it would be all my fault...and I couldn't even blame him. I had ruined us. This was not gonna be an easy fix...this was like a blood stain.

I did regret not calling out, but I needed to be away from the house. I barely got anything done, silently sobbing through half a box of tissues, and trying to hide the tears from my co-workers...and around lunch time, I requested leave. I couldn't work, and I definitely couldn't eat. I just needed to be alone. I needed to think. Tomorrow, Stephen would be home...I just hoped he would understand what happened.

To make matters worse, I thought of him with that secretary. Would that make things easier, or harder? It would be a double burn...but we could heal together...or grow apart. I was just the same as everyone else now...and if Stephen hadn't done anything, it would be much worse. I would be the slut wife...the adulteress. How could he still love me after this? I could barely see through my tears, and I was glad to pull into the driveway. I just sat there for a long time. 

I worried about Tom being inside. Surely he would be gone with Mike by now, I hoped. I took a deep breath. It was my house. If he was there, I would tell him to leave. If he wouldn't...I would...whatever it took. I was so sick to my stomach, it was like...nothing I'd ever experienced in my whole life. 

I had never really done anything I wasn't supposed to, I never had the desire to. I was the good one, and I liked it that way...for the most part. That of course, made my mind a dangerous playground...but it suited me. It suited me very well. I wouldn't even have that now, not for a long time. I know I would get sick to my stomach if I thought of anything remotely like I had done. 

I honestly didn't know how people did it. I mean...the stress of a secret. The betrayal of a loved one...but maybe that was the key to this...perhaps they didn't truly love their spouses...oh, how the hell should I know...

What I did know, was that I was broken... and I would have to break Stephens heart and tell him...no matter the outcome. 

The answering machine greeted me with a blinking number two. I hoped for Stephen, but no, it was Tom. "Hey babe, I've got a little surprise for ya. I'll be there around ten-ish, but I'm not promisin' anythin." He laughed at himself. "Now, don't worry about what I've got for ya, you're gonna love it. Seriously. It will help get us both off...not in a sexual way...well...well nothin' more about it then. See ya soon." 

What the hell was that supposed to mean? I was just a tad bit worried. I would have to call and tell him to just stay where he was. 

Then the second message rolled on. Stephen. "Hello Ter. I...You're probably still at work. I'm comin' home a bit earlier then scheduled. My choice." He sounded a bit flustered. There was a pause, followed by a sigh. My stomach was knotted up and fluttering. "Umm....nothin' to worry about, still have my job and all. They graciously gave me leave. Told 'em I was feelin' a bit under the weather, which isn't all a lie. I don't want to worry ya over the phone. Really not anythin' to worry about. We'll talk when I get home. Not sure what time. Probably not before you. I'm thinkin' nine-ish, maybe ten. I know that's a big range, but I'm not sure with traffic and all...I'll be with ya soon." 

Wow. I was a bit panicked at this point. I erased the machine to get rid of Tom's call, and dialed back his number. I needed to stop him from coming. No answer. Damn him! I had to leave a message, and hopefully he would hear the urgency in my voice. I doubt he would purposefully come knowing Stephen was on his way, and I no longer wanted him here. But with Tom, who knows. 

Within an hours time I left two more messages, and still no answer.

I didn't know what to do with myself. I paced a bit, and then sat watching the clock. I felt like I'd be sick at any moment. Would have been better off to stay at work. My whole body was hot with nausea. I feared what Stephen would say and do. I was scared he would just walk out, and not say anything at all. That would be the worst.

Then, finally...it passed 9pm. Having no call back from Tom, I was extremely worried he'd show up. Especially since I had no idea what this surprise would be. I hoped he had enough sense to stay away. 

I had started to doze, and almost jumped from my skin when I saw lights in the driveway, then heard a car door. My heart raced. I was really hoping it was Stephen. This had been the longest week of my life, and I just wanted to hold him, but I'm not sure he'd even want me with what I had to say. 

The door slowly opened in the dark that I was sitting in, but I knew it was him. I rose to his side, and there was a silence before he gripped me in his arms so tightly. This reaction shocked me...and I hugged back just as hard. "I'm so happy to see you." I whispered in his ear. I was a bit choked up, but I wasn't sure he would really take notice. He still hadn't said a word, and that worried me. I could feel hot tears against my neck as he kissed me, sniffling back his emotions. This worried me more, it was not like him.

"We have to talk about something." He whispered back. I had a feeling I knew. If it was what I thought, it was more a relief then anything. My confession would be a lot easier to give. 

"You can tell me anything...and I have something to tell you as well." He let out a sigh and led me to the couch, flipping on the light before he sat. I could see his face was filled with exhaustion, not sure if it was about his news, or mine. Most likely both. I could tell he was aware of what happened, as this wasn't our normal type of greeting.

"I've been sick all week about this. It didn't change things happenin' though, did it. I should'a come home much earlier... I just....I can't. I want ya to know this has never been an issue for me before, but things felt different this time. I was more then a bit stressed with your call about Tom. I know I said I was fine, but I really wasn't. I should'a told ya to make him leave..." I interrupted...

"I think I know what you're going to say. I...." He stopped me.

"Let me finish. I have to tell ya what I was goin' through. I just want ya to understand." I nodded, my eyes filling with tears. "I started off pretty confident when I left ya. I knew it was gonna be harder with a woman like her around. I was doin' pretty good too. Then I heard Tom was here with ya. I didn't want to freak out on ya...but I should have. Inside, I was fumin'. I knew I should'a told ya how I was feelin'. Then none of this would'a happened, at least I hope not. And I knew, with me not bein' here... he'd get ya to bed with him, I just knew it. I thought though, that ya were stronger then that. I...oh, I don't know. I feel like it's my fault." He paused a moment to weigh out his words. "I...well. I was partly glad, 'cause it would give me an excuse to do the same. I know that sounds terrible." His eyes filled, and I took him in a hug. "I know it's gonna be hard belivin' me after all that...but I swear I didn't do anythin' with her. I almost did though. When the time came to actually do it...I just walked away. When I looked at her, I saw your sad face, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't imagine doin' that to ya, and yet...I should'a stressed that I wanted him gone." 

I tensed at this news. I...well, I guess I believed him...I was a promiscuous wife regardless, and I cried harder. 

"I know ya had sex with Tom. I didn't want to believe it, but...I knew. I'm so sorry." I held tightly to him, I wanted him to know I believed him, even if part of me was unsure. I had really done it, and he knew... so it would be no different if he had. It didn't even matter.

"We can work past this, can't we?" I sobbed into him. "I...don't even know why I did it. I swear...I..." He let me loose and looked me straight in the eyes. 

"Shhh...listen now. I was angry, much more then angry...I was. I wanted to...It's just lucky I was away...gave me time to cool off, and think...but then fester with guilt and anger. Though, it probably wouldn't have happened otherwise, right? The prick..." 

"No, never....never, I swear. He did this on purpose you know."

"Believe me, I do. Ya have no idea. He wasn't meant to be here 'till next week...we talked about it...he's been planning something like this for..." He stopped himself.

"What? What do you mean Stephen?"

"If we're gonna make this work, we've got to make a promise to each other." He changed the subject, and with the current situation, I let it pass. "Do you hear me? This is the only way I can get past this. Though, you'd think vows were enough of a promise, wouldn't ya? I'm not sure if I'll...this can never happen again. I can't be away worryin' what you're doin' here. It'll destroy me. I should'a told ya to tell him to get. I'm so sorry." He sighed deeply, and closed his eyes, trying to rub out the tension on his brow. 

"No...Stephen. Please...don't do that to yourself. You know it's my fault...you can't seriously blame yourself." I choked back more tears, "I could've been stronger. I know I could have. I am the one who is sorry. You have not one thing to apologize for. I don't deserve you. I would beg for your forgiveness every day if it meant things could go back to how they were." I wiped his downcast face from tears. "I feel like an outsider now...I love you just the same, even more I think...but I'm afraid you will feel differently about me now...and that would kill me." He pulled away...and he didn't quite my fears of that...but how could I honestly expect him to?

"Where's Tom anyway?" I tried not to cry with such a change of subject. 

"He had a call this morning from a friend about work, and some girl. He's been gone all day I suppose. I guess he's staying with his friend."

"Mike?" He laughed with aggravation.

"Yes." I was a bit confused as to how he knew.

"You remember Charlotte, don't ya? Ya don't remember Mike?" He asked as my face showed confusion.

"Sort of...vaguely, I guess. So he's with Charlotte then?" That made sense. I wondered if he would stay with Charlotte or Mike. Not that it mattered. "OH! I almost forgot!" I gasped, and Stephen jumped.

"For fucks sake, what?" 

"Sorry. He left a message earlier that he was going to be here with some surprise. I don't...."

"Oh really now. What might that be?" I couldn't tell if he was angry or amused....or if he even believed that I didn't know.

"No clue. I think he's hoping I wouldn't tell you...so maybe it's a bribe."

"Typical..."He scoffed, muttering complaints and curses as he made for the bedroom. 

"You're not going to flip out on him are you? I called to stop him from coming, but I'm not sure if he got the message. He hasn't called back."

Stephen paused a moment in the doorway, staring at the bed. I had washed the sheets after that last night with Tom. Then it had stayed unmade all week. "Ya care that much about him?" He didn't look at me. "Did he fuck ya in here?" I didn't answer. He pulled me in with him, standing by the edge of our bed. "Well...."

"Well..." This was terrible, I couldn't lie to him about it...but I really didn't want to say. It was extremely awkward...but that's what I get for screwing around. This whole situation was one, big awkward mess. 

"Don't ya dare lie to me. Ya think I was born yesterday? If ya lie about this, then we're through. So whatever the answer, it better be the truth." 

"What does it matter! Can we please not talk about this. I want to let it go." 

"We will. Just tell me where he fucked ya."

"Yes, it was here." I whispered, tears rolling from my cheeks. He didn't need to know about the bathroom... although I would have preferred him knowing that instead. 

Stephen was very quiet. Just sat silently on the edge of the bed, then laid back. "Did ya wash the bed covers?"

"Of course." I stood there, not sure what to do. Had I not made this little snag in our relationship, we'd be having sex by now. I missed it, I wanted it. Being with Tom had made me want him more. Tom was nothing compared to Stephen...and it made me feel worse, to think that I'd thought such a thing would help me.

"Good." He kicked off his shoes, and rolled into his side of the bed. "I keep seeing your body with his in my mind...in our bed...of all places. Why?" 

"Stephen..." I whispered my protest, but he continued.

"Was he good at least? Did ya at least enjoy this little fling? Would seem a waste otherwise. Perfectly good Marriage..."

I cried...his words stung, as they were meant to...but I deserved it...I deserved a whole lot more. I sobbed as quietly as I could, but my sniffling was unavoidably heard, and perhaps that's why he softened his words.

"I can't stand that I let him get to ya...I can't even be angry at you alone. That's what makes it harder. I wish I could just hate you, and leave...but I just..." He sighed, perhaps rethinking what he was about to say.

"Well....no...you. I don't even know what else to say." I finally sat stiff on the edge of the bed. After awhile I laid back.

There had been a long stretch of nothing when I felt his hand through my hair. I didn't move, and he came to me. I was in such a state of shock, I didn't know how I should respond. Stephen held me tight, kissed my head, "I have a plan." He whispered. 

"What do you mean?" I looked into his eyes, and he looked elsewhere.

"Let's allow Tom think you didn't tell me."

"What! Why?" I interrupted.

"Let me finish." He put his hand over my mouth. "I want to see what he does....and I really want to see what this surprise is all about. I think I might know what it is."

"Well, I don't understand... and how..." He stopped me again.

"Does it really matter? I just don't want him to know outright, at least give me that."

"Alright, he doesn't need to know anyway."

"Aye. Will ya play along with me?" 

"I don't know...I guess."

"You guess? Would ya say yes if my name were Tom?"

"I deserve that. I'll play along."

"Good girl." He started kissing my neck. "Do you still want me?" 

I was...more then shocked...but pleasantly surprised. I needed him...and I wanted him to want me. Not that I deserved it, but how much do any of us really deserve?

"Yes, of course I do. Stephen, I should be the one asking that of you. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want me."

"I didn't stop lovin' ya, Theresa. I'm just extremely disappointed...extremely. Ya hurt me...deeply... and I never thought this of you. It's gonna take some time to recover from this...and maybe not ever completely. But I do still love ya." He sighed, "I know ya promised to be faithful to me once, and ya did break that promise...just...don't ever do anythin' like this again. I couldn't recover a second time. We'd be finished, for good. I hope ya realize that."

"Yes Stephen, I know...really I do. You have no idea how terrible I feel, and I thought you would leave me." He shushed me, and I quivered at his touch. It was exciting that he still wanted me, even after Tom. It felt as if I'd been forever without him. "And you don't know how sorry I am about all this. I wasn't thinking. I truly hate myself Stephen."

"Oh hush...I hope Tom didn't stretch ya too much." He joked, and then caught me in a kiss as I tried to protest that statement. "Did you like Tom's cock?" He didn't sound angry this time, in fact I could feel him hardening against me. I was in a deeper confusion, it was hard to think. His hot breath against my ear caused me to moan instead of answer. "He's good isn't he. I've watched him with women before."

"What?" That information threw me off a bit, and I shifted to see his face. "You've never mentioned that."

"Shhh....relax. Let me tell ya." He put his hand over my mouth again to stop me from interrupting, and with the other went into my pants."We shared a few women before. Ya know, he wanted to share you with me. I told him to stay away from ya." He began kissing me all over.

"Stephen..." He ignored me and kept talking.

"Our first was my babysitter. Well, it was my first...but it was out first together. I always thought I was too old for one, but after Tom taught me the joys of a babysitter, I was sad when the day came I truly no longer needed her. He taught me about sex. He let me watch, and then told me to do exactly as he did." 

Unbuttoning my pants, he kissed my belly. Instead of making me angry, as if I even had a right to be, this was turning me on. The story, the kisses, his hands. "Aren't you mad that he finally did then?"

"Well, I'm pissed cause he did it without askin'. Although, I wouldn't have said yes had he asked. It's just the point of it. I didn't want him to have ya. I wanted somethin' for myself." He started unbuttoning my blouse. "You were all mine. I loved ya, and I was proud to have a girl that was only ever with me. Tom was always better with sex, more aggressive with gettin' it. The girls we shared only fucked me cause he asked 'em to. But I got better. I started goin' off on my own, gettin' my own women. Tom never let me keep them for long though."

"Oh, I'm sorry love." 

"Nah, they didn't really mean anythin'. I was more angry that Tom took 'em from me. I just wanted some practice...alone, ya know. I wanted to do my own thing without him breathin' down my neck." He paused a moment, "I finally got out with my first job. Moved away. That's when I found you...and like a damn dog he found us that first time...though, I watched over ya like a hawk then." He sighed deeply. 

"Wow..." I half laughed, a bit speechless. 

"You're the only one I've ever loved...and I..." We were interrupted...



"Hello!" We both heard Tom call. "Anybody home!" He was loud, and obnoxious as usual. Like I really expected anything different.

"Fake an orgasm." Stephen whispered.

"What...I." I wasn't sure I'd sound convincing.

"Oh, just do it for fucks sake." 

And so I did...it was hard not to laugh, but it didn't sound too bad.

"Fuck yea." Stephen faked, he smirked at how stupid this was...'cause it really was. I had no idea what he had planned. That scared me a bit. 

"Knock, Knock!" Tom yelled louder. 

Stephen jumped off me, and I fixed my shirt, then my pants. "Remember, I don't know anythin' if he asks." He whispered, heading for the door. "In here." He answered boldly, meeting Tom in the hallway.

"Ah, sorry to interrupt." Tom smirked. "Good to finally see ya." He seemed unaffected by the whole situation. High on post sex, and the prospect of more I suppose.

"You demon. Botherin' my wife while I was gone." He joked, but I knew at that moment he wanted to kill Tom. I don't know how he didn't...years of practice I suppose.

"Is that what she said...." He looked at me. "I thought we had fun." He winked without Steve's notice and I ignored him, just walked quickly passed him. Tom was looking for some reaction from Stephen, and when he didn't get any his face changed. Tom was smarter then Stephen gave him credit for, or maybe this is what he wanted. He should have given some sort of reaction to that though. I think Tom knew. I was afraid of the war games that would go on now. 

As we made it to the living room, there were three figures sitting in the poorly lit living room. 

"So this is the surprise." Stephen said, "I knew it. What were you plannin' on doin' with my wife, Tom." 

"Yeah, yeah...just wanted to bring her some company is all. Didn't know ya were gonna be home."

"Ah, didn't know I was gonna be home. What could you possibly do that ya didn't want me to see, huh?"




Real Life Fantasy Ch. 05



"We could leave if..." Tom tried avoiding the question. Maybe he didn't know that Stephen knew.

"Nah, fine Tom." He interrupted. "We'll have a little party." I didn't like how he looked at the woman I now remember as Charlotte.

"Really?" Tom was a bit confused, but then that evil smirk lit him. I could just imagine the kind of schemes they pulled when they were younger. I didn't like the look on either of their faces.

"Aye, Terri and I could use a little fun." He pulled me close, and looked me in the eyes, "Isn't that right, love? We haven't had the prospect of such fun...well...probably never." He joked, then kissed my cheek hard, and pushed me toward the couch. "Go sit next to Charlotte." I hesitated, but he gave me a stern look, so I did as I was told. 

There was another girl on the other side of Charlotte, I didn't recognize her. However, Mike, as I remember him now, was sitting in a chair on the other side of me. I felt...trapped. 

"Now, I haven't been part of an orgy in a very long time." Stephen announced, looking straight at me. "Tom, however." He laughed at the situation, "would you do the honors of gettin' us started?" 

Tom was about to open his big mouth, and I stopped him, "Wait...wait just a minute. Stephen, could I please talk to you in private for a moment?" 

"Sure, love. Tom, why don't ya get things rollin', and we'll be right back." 

I quickly pulled him into our bedroom, and closed the door. "Stephen, what are you doing?" 

"I...I don't know. Let's just do this, they're all here...and you've had sex with my brother for fucks sake! Least you could do is allow me to...us to have some fun. It might help us out...I..." He stopped mid sentence, closed his eyes and sighed. 

"Do you really think this is going to help us?" 

"Well, it's gonna help me. I've always wanted to fuck Charlotte, but as I never allowed him to have you...he wouldn't let me have Charlotte."

"Oh, so if he had said yes, you would have slept with her?" 

"Nows not the time to be defensive, not after what you just put me through." I took a breath to relax myself. Sadly...he was right. "What I meant, is we were gonna swap. Tom's idea. But when I said no to you, he said forget it...obviously." He took my face in his hands. "Listen, I wouldn't have done anythin' behind your back, like you did."

"Steve, I never intended on..." He ignored me again, and kept talking. 

"I'm not gonna ask ya either...not now. I'm gonna go out there, and have some fun. Then we'll be even, and we can...hopefully we can put it all behind us, for good. You can come with me, or ya can stay in here. I can't promise someone won't wind up in here though. It's your choice, but I've already decided." He kissed my lips, and walked away. 

"Wait!" I said laughing, trying to wrap my mind around this whole thing. "So...we're really gonna have an orgy?" 

"Somethin' like that. Ya comin'?" 

"Yeah...why not." At least he wasn't mad at me...at least I hoped not.

"Good, now let's go...who knows what they've already gotten into." he opened the door, then closed it again. "Oh...one thing though. Tom is off limits." He was soooo sneaky...but yes, it was completely understandable. 

"Okay." I knew he was right for doing that.

"If you hadn't took it upon yourself to have him, I might have allowed it. But no ones ever gonna have your pussy again...right?" 

"I promise." I answered truthfully...I could never do it to him again. 

He smiled, and took my hand in his. I was just glad he wasn't mad anymore. 

When we came back into the living room, Maggie was on Mike's lap, lips locked. Tom and Charlotte were sitting idle, side by side. Didn't seem like much of an orgy to me. 

"We decided to wait for ya." Smirked Tom. 

"How generous." Steve mocked, "first time in your life." Charlotte laughed, and I didn't like how she was looking at him. "Well then, I assume authority since you haven't." Steve announced. 

"By all means..." Tom looked at him with surprise. 

"I suggest two sets of three...Maggie, Mike, and...Terri." Tom scoffed at him...figuring the other pairing. 

"Are ya fuckin' nuts! No goddamn way am I pairin' with you."

"Fine. Me, Charlotte, and Terri." Tom was about to protest until Stephen put him in his place "That's my final offer! Ya take it, or ya leave." I personally think he did that on purpose...no way he seriously wanted to be paired with Tom at all....but of course, he wanted Charlotte, so if Tom had said yes, he would still have gotten her, successfully keeping Tom away from me on all accounts.

Tom sighed deeply. If he didn't know before, he knew now. Stephen was never gonna let him live it down, he was going to get Charlotte one way or another. He was thinking things over, and finally replied, "Alright, we'll stay." 

As happy as I was about not being paired with strangers, I wasn't so sure how I would get along watching Stephen with Charlotte. It was the ultimate punishment. He was a mastermind. I deserved it completely...at least he would have his revenge. 

"Alright then. Charlotte, you don't mind, do ya?" Smirked Stephen. 

"Not at all." She laughed, rising to meet us. This was gonna be some night, but I just kept repeating to myself that I deserved it. 

"Alright, well...we'll be in the bedroom. Do whatever ya want." He told Tom. He didn't wait for his response. 

"You're a fuckin' asshole!" Tom yelled to him. 

We were already in our room, and Stephen yelled back, "Learned from the best, dickhead! You taught me well!" He slammed the door shut, and not another word was heard from Tom.



Real Life Fantasy Ch. 06



Stephen didn't waste any time taking up Charlotte. He kissed her deeply on the mouth. I looked away at first, not sure what to do. I just figured this was his way of getting back at me. But then he called my name. 

"Charlotte needs help undressing." 

I hesitated, wondering if he was weighing my actions...

"Com'on, get over here, now." He demanded, and so I did. His hands were all over her, and before I could do anything, she caught me up in a heated kiss. 

So, there we stood before him, and he watched with a hunger, hands on both of us now. Charlotte started on my buttons before I had a chance to think. With my blouse gone, her hot lips met my bare skin, heating it as she continued to maneuver me onto the bed beside Stephen. At first he just sat and watched, telling me once more to undress her. Then he gave specific instructions of what to do once she was bare before me. 

'Suck on Charlotte's nipples. Lick Charlotte's pussy.' He had me work her up, and then he took her away. I had never been with a woman before, and as strange as it was, I was enjoying it...but as soon as Charlotte was about to cum, he said enough. Taking her to himself, he began to kiss her through her heavy breathing.

Charlotte begged him to fuck her. It sent tingles through me, and every time she said it, he looked at me directly. Stephen kept at this slow torture for sometime, until she was cuming from shear anticipation...at which point I watched as he entered her with a quick thrust. She loved it, and I loved watching. I was so wet, and needy. I wanted him to fuck me, it wasn't fair. I hadn't had him yet, and now I was forced to watch... That's when I remembered that I deserved this. I was about to cum myself, probing my pussy deeper. Charlotte moaned loudly...so loud, as she came for the second time, and our voices mingled as I too released. Then Stephen groaned, pulling from her, and called for me to kneel before him. The familiar taste of Charlotte's pussy on Steve's cock made me smile. This wasn't that bad a punishment. When he was finished, Stephen flopped on the bed beside Charlotte. 

That's when the door flew open. It was Tom. I wasn't sure if he had that good of timing, or if he had been listening. Regardless, he looked like a madman from a horror film.

"Did ya enjoy her?" He asked with a twisted smile. Tom had no right to be angry, but still he was. 

"Aye, and did ya enjoy my wife?" Stephen retorted with his usual calm...although you wouldn't have expected it in this situation.

"Oh Aye, she's the perfect slut." I was afraid of what he might reveal as he shot me a look. I was frozen in fear on the floor.

"Aye, only matched by your Charlotte. They're quite the pair." He teased, having not only had us both, but at the same time.

Tom half laughed, shaking his head. "You think you're so smart, don't ya? Ya really think I give a flyin' fuck that you've had my Charlotte? She's not my anythin'." I guessed he had said that without thinking, for as soon as the words were formed, his face changed completely. He looked to Charlotte who was clearly aggitated by the comment. 

"Oh really? Perhaps I'll keep her then." Stephen joked at his brothers foolishness, deepening the wound for both, as Charlotte rose to gather her clothing. She was reaping the backlash of a war that wasn't her fault...and I felt terrible. 

Tom tried to stop her as she left the room, but she would have none of it. Charlotte was a strong one, it didn't take much to see that. I still wondered how she could put up with him at all. I guess there really is someone for everyone, although by the looks of it, Tom just ruined his second chance with her. 

"You're a real, manipulative prick." Said Tom through a grim of such anger. 

"Me! Oh, I'm the manipulative one, am I, Tom?" I too, gathered my clothing and dressed. "Never mind that you came here with the sole purpose of getting at Terri while I was away...almost ended my marriage. You're the prick....the biggest prick I know. It's not my fault ya have no control of what comes out'a your mouth." 

"Ya set me up, damnit. I just started fixin' things with her." Stephen, perhaps feeling awkward being the only one naked, dressed as well after I had taken a seat beside him.

"Well Tom, now we both have relationships to fix. Not that you deserve her, but I imagine yours'll be a lot easier."

There was a silence. Tom was at a loss for words I suppose, and Mike showed up nervously in the doorway. He knocked lightly on the framework. Tom glanced back, and then away again, rubbing his brows from the tension.

"Sorry to interrupt Tom, but the girls wanna go home." He paused to wait for a response that wasn't coming, "Are you staying or going?" 

He was in a major jam...probably the biggest he had ever been in. It wouldn't be so easy to get out of this one, and I wondered if it would teach him anything, or if he would just go back to being his usual self once it all blew over. Most likely he would have to leave this part of his life behind for a while...if not longer, as Stephen wasn't likely to forgive him so easily...and Charlotte...how could she take him back after such a statement? Although, I never imagined Stephen to forgive me... or, at least accept me back as he had. The world turns in mysterious ways. 

A pang shot through my heart, even if Tom deserved this, it was sad to see someone so broken. Perhaps this would give him reason to put himself back together, and be a better man....but who knew.

"Well...could I stay at your place, Mike?" He asked after mulling over his standings. Obviously he wouldn't be staying here...the ride home with Charlotte would be tense enough, he surely wouldn't be with her either. He had not wronged Mike though...that I knew of, anyway.

"Sure man, but we gotta leave now. They're getting restless." Mike was by far, the most loyal friend I had ever met. Tom had screwed him over before. Many, many times over the years, and perhaps even more that I knew not of...and still, he allowed him back into his life.

"I'll be right out." He answered low. Mike nodded, and with an awkward wave was out of sight. 

Tom took a deep breath, "I'm sorry." 

There was a whole lot more he could have said, but time was short. I imagined it was hard for him to say those words at all, much less put some feeling into them. He was gonna have to muster all that up for Charlotte though, if he wanted her to take him back. She seemed the sort to hold a grudge, and rightfully so in this instance. 

Stephen wasn't going to answer. He was gonna need some time to even give thought of forgiving him. So with that, Tom left.

Alone now, Stephen and I sat there in silence for the longest time. At some point he laid back and fell asleep, but I was still frozen. We had a whole weekend to get through together. It was like... starting a new life, with a new person. Exciting...and yet, completely terrifying. 

I would have to be delicate with this. But how much, was too much? I didn't want to make him feel weird, and yet, I had a feeling he would be much more bold with me then he had been in the past. I wasn't innocent Theresa anymore. I was Terri...the slut. He knew what I was capable of, and therefore knew what I could handle. I left him sleep. He stirred only slightly, not caring where I was going, I guess. Usually he would ask at least before drifting back. I wondered if things would ever be remotely the same. Probably not...and that hurt. None of this was worth what I was loosing. 

After a while of sitting in the dark, lonely living room, I made some tea...but couldn't drink it. I cried. I tried to hold back, but it was useless. I know he had not left, but Stephen wasn't all there either. Not my Stephen, anyway, and I only had my self to blame. Movements roused me from my sobs. I didn't think I was that loud, but a groggy Stephen came to sit beside me. 

"Sorry I woke you." I sniffled. 

"Nah, don't be." 

When he put his arm around me, I couldn't help curl against him. I could hear the steady beating of his heart through his chest. It was the same heart that had pitter-pattered in nervous excitement on the day we had married. The heart that had pounded with arousal at my very presence. Stephen was the same man from a week before. Just as I was the same woman, but we were...I wish I could say wiser. We had been altered...our eyes opened to bits of information that would change the course of our history. With that thought, I was glad we had the prospect of history at all. 

"What'cha thinkin'?" He asked of me. 

"Your heart, it's nice being able to hear it." He smirked, moving to my chest for a listen. 

"Ah, ya do still have a heart, Amazin'." He joked through his pain. It was tough knowing that I had tainted his image of me. 

I decided that I would give him just as much love as I had before...no...more. He would take it, or he wouldn't. But I knew that to treat him with a delicate disposition would be completely foolish. He needed to know that I still loved him. I squeezed him tight, and kissed his head. These jokes were his way of looking me in the eye, and I was lucky I could still hold him at all. 

"It's a real shame that life isn't like writing a story." I sighed. 

"Aye...could be just as dangerous though. You could have just written me out completely." 

"No. I was thinking that I could erase this entire chapter. From your memory, and mine. It wouldn't even be a dream...and it never was." 

"Well, it is a nightmare. One of the sort that's not easily forgotten." 

"Yes, you're right...and I don't want to talk about it anymore." 

"Aye, me either." He sighed, tucked beneath my arms, and against my heart. 

When his breathing was reminiscent of sleep, I roused him to return to bed. Once there, he kept to his own side. There was no such thought to sides before, and so I cuddled close beside him. I wasn't sure if he wanted me there, but his response would tell me soon enough. At first nothing, and it was a very long stretch of nothing, that I almost moved away. But as fate would have it, at the very second I shifted, he turned to pull me close. 

So that is how it was, and we were soon asleep...together. 

The next morning, I opened my eyes to Stephens' contemplative stare. I wasn't sure what to make of it, so I said nothing. When his eyes met with mine, he was still silent...perhaps tying the loose ends of his thoughts. I did enjoy staring at him though, and was drifting back to sleep when he finally spoke...

"I've been thinkin'." He stated before clearing his throat. 

My eyes shot open, and I looked at him directly. Fear pumped through my veins, and constricted my breathing. Stephen was going to tell me he was leaving after all...he had changed his mind, oh Lord, he just couldn't look at me any longer...he was not over the shock when he had decided to stay. I had no idea what it would be, but I probed him to continue, as that was all he had said. Was he that confused?

"About?" I propped on an elbow to get his attention. 

"Us, of course. What our next steps should be. Last night was...it was like a hangover. There was so much tension, I would have done anything to take it away. I'm sorry about Charlotte."

"Oh, no...no love, you needed that. I don't begrudge you in the least." 

"Two wrongs don't make a right. It didn't make this mess go away, did it?" 

"Well, no...but..." I sighed deeply with closed eyes. I didn't really know what to say.

"But what? What? He asked again as I delayed my reply. 

"I hoped it would have made things easier to forget."

"Not exactly. I do want to move on though." 

"With me, or without me?" The thought sounded stupid, much less to say it, but I just wasn't sure with the way he sounded. 

"Of course with ya kiddo...I would have left by know otherwise." He half laughed at such a folly. 

"And you have no idea how glad I am that you stayed." I smiled.

"I know. I told ya I still loved ya, didn't I? 'Cause I do...don't know why, but I do."

"Aye, love." I teased. "And I told you how much I needed you, didn't I?" 

"Aye, ya needed me so much, ya had to have my brother? Ya needed me so much, I alone wasn't good enough." He was never gonna let me live it down, but if that meant he stayed, it was a fair trade. "You're an arse, who likes to test my patience. I still can't believe that ya did it....what would you're family say?" He smirked.

"You wouldn't!"

"Nah, don't need to be addin' that." 

"You are more then good enough, by the way." 

"Actions speak louder then words...but enough of this. I forgive ya, and that's that." 

"So, no more teasing then?" I never for a moment thought he would give that up, but it didn't hurt to tease back. 

"Now, that's askin' a bit much." He laughed at me. 

"I know...you can tease me all you want, as long as you stay." 

"Aye, that I will...and I'll stay as long as you stay faithful. A fair warnin' though...now that I know what you're capable of, ya won't be gettin' away with it again...even if ya wanted to." 

"Don't worry love, I wouldn't think about trying to...I don't want that again. I swear." 

"Then the tables can turn, and our new chapter can begin. It's a fresh page, kiddo." 

"I do love an empty page. What should be our first paragraph?" I asked, curling closer to him. 

"Oh, I've got some ideas." He smirked wickedly. 

To my surprise, Stephen and I got back on some sort of track rather quickly. It wasn't the same one we had known and loved, it would take some time getting used to, but at least we had gotten started. Perhaps we were a bit wiser from all this. We had learned things about each other, and ourselves. It was amazing to see that not even this mistake had torn us apart. I was very lucky...and I would never take that for granted. I couldn't afford to. 

And while this chapter of our lives has ended on a particularly crappy note, and that's being kind, I have high hopes for us and our many stories to come.