8 comments/ 42837 views/ 16 favorites Urges Ch. 01 By: Bethicus18 "Mom! Pete! I'm home!" Alyssa called as she entered her childhood home. Having moved out 2 years prior when she had just turned 18, she had developed a greater appreciation for home and family. She stomped her feet on the welcome mat in the foyer to dislodge any excess snow she had gathered on her boots walking from her car to the front door. Hanging her winter coat on the coat tree in the corner, she took a moment to close her eyes and breathe deep the familiar smells of home. The warm, comforting scents of the wood burning fireplace and a hint of her mother's apple pie greeted her. "Mom! Hello!" She called out again but was only greeted with silence. Surely her mother and step-father hadn't gone out on the roads. It took every last nerve Alyssa possessed to make it to the house. Snow and icy roads weren't the nicest of things to drive on. She picked up her large duffel bag and decided to place it in her bedroom before searching for her lost parents. As she trudged up the stairway at the back of the house, she thought she heard faint music. It sounded like it was coming from the basement area. She turned and went to the back of the staircase where the door leading down was located. Her step dad had the entire basement finished to make an extra bedroom for his son, Alyssa's step-brother, Jeremy. He didn't live with their parents but visited frequently when school was out and some weekends. Their parents had married only 5 years before when Jeremy was a senior in high school. He had decided not to go off to college right away and had taken a year to travel the country. At 22, he was a junior at the local college. Alyssa on the other hand, to her mother's dismay, had decided college wasn't in her future and opted to immediately join the work force. Fortunately, a friend of her birth father, who had passed away of cancer when Alyssa was just 9, was the manager at a local bank. He had offered her a job as a teller straight out of school. That's where she had remained. Until recently. She wanted to wait until the right time to tell her mother she had been laid off. Currently, her mother assumed Jim, her manager, had been kind enough to allow Alyssa three weeks vacation to coincide with Jeremy's school vacation. Little did she know, her daughter was now unemployed and as a result soon to be homeless. Shaking the stress of thinking about her currently messed up life, she flipped the light switch at the top of the stairway but was only greeted with darkness. Great, she thought. Leaving her bag at the top of the stairs, she carefully made her way down into the dark hallway of the basement. The basement had been made into three rooms, the hallway she was currently in which had a door leading outside, Jeremy's room and a full bath. She turned towards Jeremy's door, which was currently closed but light emanated from beneath it to give her a little bit of sight. She made a mental note to tell Pete to replace the light bulb. A scuff on the carpet sounded behind her. She gasped and whirled around only to see the vague outlines of boxes and totes that were lined up against the wall by the back door. Shrugging it off as her imagination she turned to take a step towards Jeremy's door. Before she could complete the step, a large, warm hand covered her mouth while an equally large, steely arm snaked around her middle. The scream that had risen in her throat died quickly as she recognized the scent of the tall, hard man behind her. Polo Blue. She had given it as a gift to Jeremy on his last birthday. When he had first opened the box he chuckled softly then set it aside. Feeling slightly offended, Alyssa had given him the cold shoulder for the remainder of the day. That is, until she had been walking down the upstairs hallway past the spare room when Jeremy grabbed her and pulled her into the room. He shut and locked the door then faced her with an apologetic look on his too handsome face. His dark silky hair that was short in the back and longer on the top fell into his eyes as he looked down at his hands, which were holding the cologne she had given him. Before she could open her mouth, he said "I'm sorry I was amused by the cologne, Lyssa." He used the nickname only her birth father had ever called her. She never did correct him on it, however, because she thought it sounded so right coming from his mouth. "It just reminded me of something I heard a couple weeks ago. We were both here for the weekend and I went to use the phone. I didn't realize you were already on it." He looked directly into her green eyes at this point and saw the moment she realized what he talking about. Her cheeks burned a becoming rose color and her eyes teared up in embarrassment. A triumphant look came into Jeremy's blue eyes, causing them to darken to a deep navy color. He started towards her, the grace of a predator in his every move, to force her back against the wall behind her. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head and leaned down until they were eye to eye. A small smile played at his full lips as he continued. "I distinctly remember you saying, and I quote, 'Any time I smell Polo Blue on a guy, I just want to strip naked and drop to my knees to suck his cock.' I just want to know why you gave it to me then. Is that how you feel, Lyssa? Is that what you want to do to me?" He chuckled at the look of terror and anger combined on her face. Her mouth dropped open but no sound came out. "Speechless, Princess?" He ruffled her dark auburn hair and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Anytime you want to sniff me, I'm all yours, Baby." With that he left the room with Alyssa staring silently at his back. From that moment on, she had avoided being alone with Jeremy in fear he'd bring up that incident. Now with his arms wrapped tightly around her and her fear subsided, her survival instincts kicked in. She took advantage of his not having too tight a grip over her mouth and sunk her teeth into the fleshy part of his palm. He pulled his hand away with a curse. "Dammit, Lyssa! Why the fuck did you just bite me?" He released her to push open his bedroom door. He went directly over to his bedside table where he picked up a remote and turned off the music coming from his stereo then took a close look at his hand under the light. Rolling her eyes at how all men were big babies, she crossed his room and took his hand to look at it herself. "You wuss. I didn't even bite you that hard. Look, not even a teeth mark." She threw his hand down to his side and gave him an amused glare. "So where's mom and Pete? They didn't answer me when I hollered." Taking a final glance at his palm, he stuck his hands into the back pockets of a pair of well worn jeans. "They had gone to the store earlier, only to get a flat tire and now the snowstorm has them stuck at the city garage. Thankfully, Robbie, the owner remodeled to put an apartment above the garage. So they are safe but won't make it home until the snow stops and the roads are cleared. It's just you and me Kiddo." The wide smile he gave reminded her of the cat who ate the canary. Instantly an image flashed in her mind of both of them naked and wrapped in each others arms panting and sweaty. Blinking away the image, she took a step back to give herself some distance. When they were both still in high school, Alyssa fancied herself secretly in love with Jeremy. It's something she had always kept to herself and would deny if ever asked about having a crush on him. That had been before their parents had married but it seemed some feelings never would fade. She no longer thought of herself as his girl or daydreamed about becoming his wife as she had when she was younger, but she still did appreciate his dark good looks and six pack abs. He possessed the type of washboard abs a girl could just touch and lick for days on end. Alyssa glanced at his tight stomach and could make out every ridge of each muscle through his tight white t shirt. With a huff she averted her eyes but couldn't keep her cheeks from burning crimson at the thoughts of his amazing body. Jeremy chuckled softly at seeing her cheeks flame. She was so damn adorable when she was embarrassed. Any other time she was gorgeous and he always felt as if she were above him. Even though she hadn't gone off to college and he had, she had always carried herself with such confidence that it sometimes intimidated him. But seeing her now, in ripped jeans and a tight fitting pink sweater, with her hair down and cheeks flaming, she almost looked touchable. Edible even. Almost. Jeremy had to get a hold of his hormones before a certain part of his anatomy took total control. This was his step-sister now. He had no right to look at her and think the thoughts he had just been harboring. He knew she had a major crush on him when they were in school and had wanted to act on it but he knew his dad was starting to see her mom so he didn't pursue her out of respect for their parents. Now he found himself stuck at home, alone, for at least a couple days according to the weather report earlier that day, with sexual tension so thick he could've cut it with a knife. He couldn't stop his eyes as they roamed down her tight little body that she had kept in shape by cheerleading in school then by doing pilates before work every day. As he made his way all down her body to her cute little reindeer socks back up he noticed her nipples pebble under her sweater. Those sweet, hard nubs seemed to call to him, demanding he touch and lick them. Before he knew what his traitorous body was doing, he had taken two steps toward Alyssa, crowding her in the corner. He heard her breath hitch at the nearness of him. He looked into her deep, beautiful green eyes then to her sensuously full lips that were slightly parted, begging for a kiss. He watched as her tongue snaked out and ran across those sweet lips, seemingly mocking the fact that he shouldn't, couldn't, taste them. "Alyssa. I..." he stumbled over his words, not sure what exactly to say. Should he just walk away and let the awkwardness continue between them? Or should he pursue this connection that seems to be pulling them together? His brain was telling him it was wrong, she's your step-sister. But his body was eager and ready to sink deep into her tight body, giving her unimaginable pleasure. He looked back up from her lips to her eyes, completely confused by what to do or say. Alyssa's heart pounded a quick heavy rhythm causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly. She watched as Jeremy's eyes darted down to her chest, where she knew her nipples were rock hard and aching. If she were more bold she would just strip and give herself over to him completely. They held each others eyes for several seconds. Alyssa noticed the dark desire within those blue depths and knew he would see equal desire in hers. She opened her mouth to tell she him that she was tired of the tension and the anxiety being near each other caused. Then she had planned to stand on her tip toes and kiss him. But before she could utter a word, the power went out. With a gasp of surprise at being plunged into total darkness, she stood completely still, hoping it would come back on in a few seconds. Her luck had apparently run out because it remained dark and the only sounds were of her and Jeremy breathing. She hated being in the dark. Her imagination always took over and she would become paranoid and downright scared. Her breath quickened even more as the anxiety began to creep up on her. When a familiar hand wrapped around her hip, she yelped and jumped. "Sorry! I can't stand the dark. I kind of freak out a bit for no apparent reason. It's just a phobia." She hated that her voice had a slight tremor to it as she admitted her fear. "It's ok, Lyssa. I've got you. Do you want to try to make it back upstairs or would you rather stay here. I know my way around my room so we won't bump into anything, I promise." Jeremy placed his hand on her other hip, holding her steady. Her body trembled ever so slightly in his hands. He began to pull her forward gently to bring her to the bed to sit. At first she resisted but then took a tentative step forward. "It's ok, baby. I'm right here with you." As she got closer to him, he allowed his hands to slide from her hips around to her back in a comforting embrace. To his amazement, she let out a relieved sigh and wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her head on his chest. Her placed a kiss on her head and rubbed her backs in slow circles as she calmed her fear. When her body stopped trembling, he still moved his hands in slow small circles on her back, but allowed them to dip a bit lower, catching them bottom of her sweater. When she didn't utter any protest, he put his hands on her bare skin and his hormones fought viciously for control. He caressed from the small of her back where her jeans began up to her silky smooth shoulders and back. Slowly, indulgently he moved his hand over her back not wanting to ruin the moment by saying anything. Alyssa couldn't believe the warring emotions in her head. It was wrong to want him as much as she did but his hands felt so right on her back. She wriggled closer into his body and heard the growl deep in his throat she could tell he tried to hide. She could feel the rigid evidence of his desire against her stomach. His hands bunched up into the back of her sweater before traveling further down to caress her denim clad buttocks. Heart pounding with aching need edged with nervousness, she hesitantly lifted her head from his hard chest and found the pulse at the base of his neck with her lips. His hands tightened on her backside to grind his bulging erection against her aching core. A moan escaped from her lips before she could stop it. In an instant, Jeremy's lips were there to catch the sound. His tongue dove into her mouth with vigor, fighting with hers in an age old battle. He continued to gently rock himself against her core, making fiery tendrils of need sweep ever outward from her nether regions. It was that moment her brain sparked back to life. What the hell am I doing? I can't do this, he's my step-brother! With a groan she pushed with all her might against his chest to break contact. Jeremy took a step away but didn't let go of her hips. His hands continued to squeeze her slim hips in rhythm to his heartbeat. Both of them were breathing hard and Alyssa's skin had a sheen of sweat beginning. "I can't." Alyssa said between gasps of air. "It's wrong. Holy shit is it wrong." She stepped back out of his hold only to be reminded that they were in complete darkness and she was unfamiliar with his bedroom. Almost immediately she bumped into what she presumed was his nightstand but just that small hit sent her back into the spiral of anxiety she had for a short while forgotten about. Hearing the thud of Alyssa running into something and the following gulps of air from her, Jeremy quickly remembered her phobia and grabbed her once again. They had been standing next to his bed before so he gently sat on the edge of his bed and placed her in his lap. He tightened his arms around her and whispered words of encouragement in her ear until she had calmed and her breathing returned to normal. "I'm sorry, Lyssa. We won't...I won't do that again. I promise not without your permission. Now it doesn't look like the power is coming back on and it's starting to get cold in here. Let's go ahead and get underneath the blankets so we can stay warm. There's not much else we can do at this point but sleep. Ok?" His words were as gentle as his touch. He felt her nod of assent against his shoulder and released a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "Do you want to stay in your clothes or I can get you some of my sweats if you want. I know right where they are so I won't have to search blindly for them." He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her to adjust the blanket around her. Part of him wanted her to say yes to getting his sweats because the idea of his clothing being in such contact with her naked skin sent a thrill through him. Even though she knew it seemed childish, she didn't want him to leave her side. Not because she was afraid of the dark. She just wanted an excuse to hold onto him. "No, Jeremy. Thank you though. For now it's quite warm under here so I'm good." She snuggled deeper into the blankets, unsnapping the button on her jeans as she did so. She didn't particularly want him to know that she stripping. It really was too warm under the covers for right now although she knew it would get much colder if the power stayed out. She felt him stand up next to the bed and take slow, calculated steps across the room. Upon hearing the rustle of clothing, she presumed he was changing into sweats himself. She finished stripping down to her black lacey thong and matching bra. It wasn't what she normally wore, especially when visiting her parents, but she had felt compelled that morning to put them on. At that moment she silently thanked the voice in her head that had told to do so. No! It's not something Jeremy will ever see! He is your step-brother! She tried to tell herself over and over again but she couldn't deny her body's reaction to his closeness. The bed dipped as Jeremy climbed in on the opposite side. She rolled to her side facing away from him, hoping he'd leave her alone long enough for her to calm her raging hormones. The idea was thwarted when he spooned up against her and pulled her back against his naked chest. As soon as he realized he was holding her naked flesh, his body went rigid. In more than one place. Alyssa gasped and froze at the feel of his bare chest against her back. When neither moved and she could feel the thumping of Jeremy's heartbeat against her shoulder, she did the unthinkable. She pushed her thong clad ass back against his groin, eliciting a long hard groan from deep within his chest. "Don't move, Lyssa. Please, don't do this to me. It's hard enough, no pun intended, to have you here in my room, in my bed for Christ's sake! Don't tell me to stop then tease me. That's just not even fair." Jeremy held his body completely still against hers. If either one of them moved even the slightest, he would not be held accountable for his actions. "I can't seem to stop myself. If I promise to behave, will you just hold me?" She whispered into the darkness. Her body relaxed almost completely as his arms tightened around her and she felt Jeremy place a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. "Anything you want, baby. I just hope you don't move a lot in your sleep because I don't think I could handle much more." His engorged cock twitched against the cleft of her ass as proof. At this point he thought it might have been easier for him to give himself relief before trying to fall asleep next to her. His hand itched, he wanted to take matters into his own hands, so to speak, so badly. As if she could read his mind, Alyssa rolled over onto her back, leaving herself on top of Jeremy's right arm as his left hand ended up splayed across her belly. "I know you're uncomfortable. Maybe, if you wanted...I mean it wouldn't be like having actual sex...if you...you know." She let out an exasperated breath hoping like hell he'd understand what she was trying to say. After a few seconds, it must have dawned on him her meaning. He let out a shuttered breath that skittered across her shoulder. "Are you sure? It wouldn't be too awkward for you? You know I won't if it makes you feel uncomfortable in any way." His cock throbbed at the idea of relief. Even if it wasn't while buried deep within her body he'd take whatever he could get. She sought out his lips with hers and after giving him a soft slow kiss she nodded. Before he began anything he had to ask her a few questions. "May I touch you while I jerk my self off? Just your tits, it doesn't even have to be that beautiful pussy of yours. And where am I supposed to come? On myself or on you?" His crude language had the desired effect as he heard her swallow around a large lump in her throat. Suddenly he doubted himself and thought he'd offended her when she sat up in his bed. But his lust was renewed triple-fold when he realized she had removed her bra and she laid back down. Urges Ch. 01 Chapter One -- We All Have Them "Have you ever thought about having an affair?" My wife asked as she climbed into our bed beside me. I knew where this was coming from and looked at her unaffectedly. We had spent the day at a friend's cook out; and he decided to drop a bomb on us, while embarrassing his wife in the process. Evidently, the story goes, as told by him; he caught his wife having an affair with a much younger and much better looking young man she met off the internet. "No, I have never even considered doing that." I told her seriously; as I have never cheated on my wife, nor even thought about it. She smiled as she pulled the covers up to her midsection. Grabbing a magazine from the nightstand beside her, she wasn't done; I could tell. "I just don't understand what she was thinking." She said, not even opening the periodical and setting it on her lap. "I mean Dominic is a very handsome man, why jeopardize what they have for a little strange?" I dog eared my book as I could tell this was going to be a lengthy conversation; and set it on the table beside me. Leaning closer to her, I started stroking her cheek with my finger. "Veronica; I have no reason to stray. You fulfill every need I have; and even if you didn't.... we have an internet connection." I said to her with a smile on my face. She smacked her lips and glared at me. "Not funny Ethan" was all I got, before she started up again. "I had no clue she was even doing anything; and she's my best friend!" My hand retreated back to my stomach and I let out a rather deep breath. "Did you know?" She asked turning her body to me even more. "Oh, how could you? She wouldn't share that with Dominic's friend." Her eyes looked vague, as she continued to contemplate what she now believed to be, a very surreal, harsh lie. "I just don't know" she said, her hands now crossed over the magazine she apparently was not going to be reading tonight. I scooted myself closer to her and tried to console her once again. "People cheat" I started, "I mean there are a ton of reasons she might have done it." Veronica snapped her face to me as I said this. Her mouth slightly parted and her eyes widened. "Name one." She said with a snappy tone to her voice. "Maybe he was hotter?" I joked. I could then see, my joking was not going to go over very well with her. "I mean" I tried to rephrase and fix my blunder. "There is a good possibility she was unsatisfied with their sex life." That did give the impression to accomplish my goal of fixing what I had done, only it also seemed to lead the conversation astray; just a bit. "And if I had cheated?" She looked at me sternly. "Would you be just as calm and joking with me?" I let out an exacerbating breathe and tried to think of what I could say to turn this conversation around again. "Yes." I said as her eyes widened once again. She gave me a sarcastic chuckle, "OK, so if I told you I fucked Lou from work the other day; you would sit and joke about it?" I could see her frustration with me build. I decided to talk a different approach. "Why did you choose Lou as your theoretical fling?" I asked her as I watched her head flinch backward. "I... I just..." she began to stammer. "Randomly... picked a name..." She was showing obvious anxiety in her voice. I smiled to myself, but keeping a stern look on my face; I decided to push this as it way more entertaining than talking about Dom and Beth's little problem. "And his was the first name you thought of... out of every name you could have chosen?" I began to cross-examine her. Taken back, she tried to regroup and come from another angle. "No, he was just the last person I saw at work yesterday." She said, giving a slight smile as I could tell she was thinking she'd fixed her little faux pa. "So, you were alone with him?" I said, sitting up and trying to fake my anger the best I could. "Ethan, I did not cheat on you with Lou; stop acting like an infant." She said, in a final attempt to stifle my little game. I relaxed my body back down to the bed. "So you're saying you don't find him attractive" I asked turning my head in her direction. Her facial expression began to change from annoyance to wonder. I could see she was actually considering what she thought about Lou, 'that way'. Now, Veronica was a very, very sexy classy woman; very conservative also. She was 5'6", and all legs. Her dark hair, which was recently cut, was in a 'pixie' cut; which seemed to make her dark brown eyes even more inviting. She carried her 34 C-cup breasts well, also. I studied her face as she continued to, from what I could only guess, was imagine herself and Lou doing questionable things together. I almost got the feeling she had never even fantasized about another man as her expression was like an idea had just been planted that she'd never even considered. "Ronnie, are you telling me you're so wrapped up in our marriage that you've never even imagined what another would be like? Not even a fantasy?" I was finding this really hard to believe, not from her specifically; just from humans in general. I gave a slight chuckle as I watched her now contemplate another idea. She was acting like a child on Christmas, mesmerized by all the presents under the tree. The odd part; she wasn't given anything that had not already been there all along. "Ronnie!" She snapped back to reality. "Where ya been babe?" I asked her smiling. "I... uh... um... was just thinking." She said, still not completely back from her short dream state. I reached in and kissed her cheek. "I could hear the gears turning..." I said, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "But... I really have no idea where you were, but it wasn't here." I joked. "I'm sorry." She said, appearing to be back completely now. "I just never thought of Lou that way." She said, giving out a faint chuckle. "And..." I hinted to her. "And... I don't know." She said and I then realized this wasn't going to be the easiest task I've had so far. I sat up in the bed, once more. "OK, would you fuck him?" I blurted out, surprising her as her face began to show just how much. "I mean, if I wasn't here... let's say... I died and you were a widow?" I rephrased. She looked at me sneeringly. "That's a horrible analogy." She said, certain disgust running across her face. I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "For arguments sake... just pick whatever mundane reason you would need for it to be feasible that would ever come up" I said with a smile on my face. "Just answer... would you fuck him, given the chance, with nothing in your way?" She eyed me harshly, and I could tell she was reading the question to make sure there wasn't a trip wire at her feet. She breathed in and out very deeply a few times; then... she answered "Yes." Well, there you have it; I thought to myself. I've had trips to the dentist office that were less of a struggle than this conversation had become. "OK" I said. "Now, can you see, even minutely; why Beth would have done what she did?" I saw a 'eureka' moment flash in her eyes. She got it. She understood. "I would ask if you ever thought about it before, but apparently you've never even looked at another man like that." I said, continuing my teasing of her. She gently punched my shoulder. "Stop it" she said. "Isn't that a good thing though? I mean, would you rather me have dirty thoughts about every man that walks in front of my face?" Her laughter was contagious and spread to me like the flu. "Well, not EVERY man." I said while I joined her laughing. She sharply stopped laughing and looked at me with another look that could sink the Titanic it was so icy. "What?" "Well, it's nice to know you're not a robot. I mean, a marriage certificate is not an operation that drugs your sex organs into only finding your spouse attractive; for the rest of your life." I said, attempting to coax more laughter from her. She giggles slightly, and I knew she understood. "Do you fantasize about other women?" She asked, all giggles dissipating from the room. "Well, sure" I said, going for broke now. She let out a quiet "huh". She then reached over and kissed my lips as she lay down and pulled the cover up. "Ronnie?" She had already rolled in the opposite direction, and I could tell I had pissed her off with my honesty. I lay down as well, but threw my arm over her and cuddled her close to me. "I love you." I said, kissing the back of her head. When the alarm rang the next morning, I groggily smacked it to hit the snooze. Blinking the sleep from eyes as I sat up and looked at Ronnie sleeping soundly next me. Flashes of last night's discussion began to flood my head. I honestly did not feel bad. I was honest and it's not like I pulled a Beth and dropped a bomb on her that she wasn't expecting. All I did was admit to fantasizing about women; perfectly normal for a man in his thirties, hell perfectly normal for a sixteen year old boy. I went to the bathroom and began my morning routine with a shower. When I got back to the bedroom, I saw Ronnie sitting there, what I thought, was thinking about the fact I was human and think of other women; but I was soon going to find out that was not even close. "Did you play with yourself in the shower, just now..." She said, in an oddly joking tone rather than the judgmental one I would have expected from her. "Thinking of all those women you fantasize about?" There it was, I thought. I toweled off my hair and stared at her as I chucked the towel over my shoulder. "Not just now." I said undoing the towel around my waist and exposing my flaccid cock to her. I could see her eyes dart down and give a good inspection. I gave her a quick scolded look as I spoke. "So what, now I'm not supposed to jerk off anymore?" She flashed a bit of a smirk. "I didn't say that." She got up from the bed and walked over to me grabbing my limp dick. "I'll just have to fantasize too." She snickered as she released my cock and headed out of the room. I was dazed for a second trying to understand what the hell she meant by that last comment. My wife was not usually the revenge type of person, but that sure sounded like a threat. I quickly picked my towel up off the floor and sped off to follow her, wrapping it as I departed. I caught up to her in the kitchen as I finished securing my towel. "What did that mean?" I questioned her. She did not look back at me and merely continued making her coffee. "Exactly what I said" she dipped her spoon in the cup and began to stir the sugary coffee. I walked over to where she stood at the counter and nudged her chin to look at me. She complied and smiled. "What the hell have you been masturbating to all these years, then?" I asked showing my confusion. "Nothing, I just do it." I looked at her speechless. "That's all it takes?" She nodded and returned to her coffee. I stood there for several seconds contemplating the idea of not needing a thought or fantasy to get off. I myself needed porn. I couldn't even jerk off in the shower as evidentially my imagination was broken. She grabbed her coffee and took a seat at the table. My eyes followed her as she walked and sat down. "Is that so hard for you to believe?" She sipped her coffee and seemed to find humor in my epiphany. I sat at the chair across from her and placed my elbows on the table to prop up my head. "So, you just wiggle your finger around and that's it?" She giggled. "No." She wrapped both her hands around the cup sitting on the table. "I mean, I have a system to how I do it." Using both hands she picked up the cup and started sipping. "I just never think about anything." The more I thought about it the more plausible it indeed sounded. I mean I've watched her finger herself countless times over the years, but obviously never saw her do it alone. When we were masturbating together we had each other to focus on and think about. I started nodding my head as I smiled at her. "I think maybe it's a man/woman thing." I said with a laugh. "I wouldn't know, never been a man" she said putting her cup back to the table and clearing her throat as she talked. Our relationship has always been very easy to see the roles. I was always the perverted one and she was always the conservative woman. I would never call her stuck up, but... That night as I climbed into bed next to Veronica I noticed she was reading a book. Not just any book, it looked as if it was one of those Harlequin romance novels. My wife is a very educated woman, and I have seen her read thousands of times, but never dime store lady porn. Like ever. Pulling the blanket up to my waist and settling in I looked over at her. "New book" I questioned with a smile. All I got was an "uh huh" as she never looked up from the pages. I leaned over to her and began to scan the pages "She felt his throbbing cock in her hands." Whoa, that really was lady porn. I felt a twinge in my privates as the thought of my conservative wife reading porn began to sink in. I've tried for years to get her to watch a porno with me, to no avail. This was different, but at least along the right track I thought. I reached over to my nightstand and pulled off the newest Science magazine. I settled into the first article as my eyes often waivered to my wife's book. I was finding it hard to focus on this when my very attractive wife was sitting next to me reading a raunchy book. "Hey Ronnie" I spat out breaking her concentration as I got a frustrated look from her. "Want to chat a bit?" She let out a sarcastic chuckle obviously not taking me seriously. Her faint glance in my direction was abated by this damn book and I wanted to talk about what I found monumental. I redirected, "What's it about?" She set her book aside with a gruff and looked at me "a very attractive gentleman who meets this heartbroken woman and soon teaches her how to love again." She looked very sternly as she gave me a very vague synopses. "So he just meets her and starts fucking her" I asked as she dropped her jaw and gave me a look to let me know her disappointment in my word choices. I let out a joking chuckle. "Don't be so crass." She said attempting to dive back into her story. I decided that was enough for the night and tried my damnedest to actually concentrate on my magazine. When I woke the next morning I groggily saw Veronica toweling her naked body off in front of me. I rose up on the elbows and watched as she very thoroughly dried every drop of the shower from her tits. A few minutes in she noticed me watching and flashed me a grin. I then saw her slide her pink vibrator out of her robe pocket and into the dresser drawer. Again she noticed me watching and flashed yet another grin. I now sat fully upright in the bed. "Did you masturbate, dear?" I asked attempting to be teasingly posh. Her naked body walked over to the bed and leaning in giving me a fantastic view of her exposed breasts she kissed my forehead. "Why yes kind sir, I did. Thanks for asking." "And..." I stammered hoping she would elaborate. She now stood with her arms on both side of me and her face inches from mine. "And... what" she asked as I felt her breath invade my nostrils in a very sweet way. I could tell she was attempting to toy with me now. "Did you fantasize, and am I aloud to know about what?" I asked fully expecting her to give more details about her book. She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, nibbling the bottom before she finished. "I thought of what it would be like if Lou fucked me." Immediately she leaned back in and slid her tongue into my mouth massaging mine. I felt an instant rise from beneath the covers and I wiped the drool I noticed that had begun to form at the corners of my mouth. I must have been smiling widely because her face started to change from the seductive harlot it was to a giddy school girl. "Really" I asked. She nodded and slid her hand underneath the covers checking my honest reaction to the surprising news. As she felt my hard-on she let out a snicker. Not letting go of my erect cock she peered deeply into my eyes. "Is that because I finally masturbated to a fantasy or because I masturbated to fucking Lou?" My mouth dropped as I wasn't sure how to answer this question. My wife being the conservative woman she was I wasn't sure she would be so accepting of my fantasy I masturbated to regularly. "Um..." I began but the words were not coming fast enough. She started stroking my cock up and down now as she was still awaiting my response. "Would it matter?" I finally managed to put my question together. Her stroking stopped and her vision tilted as she thought. "I guess it doesn't" she answered continuing her hand job. I felt a bit of relief wash over my body as I was now beginning to enjoy her strokes a little more. I flung the blanket off of me so I could watch her work and we both began to focus more intently. She leaned in and kissed me again, her tongue intertwining with mine. As she released the kiss she stayed to suck on my tongue a bit. "No, I have to know." She said still jerking my cock. This felt like an unfair situation. I'm sitting naked in my bed with a major hard on that my wife is diligently stroking and she wants me to confess my fantasies and be honest. "Why?" Being completely exposed and in the open must have given her an idea because before answering me she bent down and inserted my dick head into her mouth. She didn't go down very far, just the tip but before releasing it gave a withstanding suck on the head. She used her free hand to wipe the saliva from her mouth. "Because I'm interested" she said her other hand never wavering from its duty. "Most likely..." my voice drifted off as I let out a groan of enjoyment due to my wife's skill. She tugged on my cock, rather forcefully. "Yes..." "Because you got off to thinking about fucking Lou" I told her. Her mouth dropped but not into a look of surprise more a look of excitement. This threw me off. Was she actually interested in my dirty thoughts? Did she really want to know how slutty she gets in my mind? Her speed with my tool increased. "So you like that I think about fucking Lou?" She seemed eager to hear me tell her I did. "Yes." She now used her other hand to rub on my balls while she jerked me. "And that's the reason for this monster hard on?" She asked, drilling me for more information. I nodded as I closed my eyes and enjoyed what she was doing. "Do you often think about me fucking other guys?" She asked unashamedly. I looked up at her gauging her expression as she asked. She did in fact seem genuine in wanting to know. "Yes, all the time." I told her still showing her enjoyment from her efforts on my cock. "Interesting." Is all she said as she slid her head back down and started licking and sucking my balls while she continued to jerk my cock. Within minutes, she inserted my dick into her mouth and went down as far as she could trying to reach my balls with her tongue but stifled by the cock that was in her mouth. She went down deep throating and coming back up a few times before she started using her hand to do that and just gliding her mouth up and down. I ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked me. Gently pushing her head down when it was time and releasing when she rose back. With the new thought of her knowing my darkest fantasy and the very excellent blowjob I was presently receiving it did not take me long to climax. I nudged her head to let her know of my impending eruption but that just caused her to quicken. I came with vocal moans and slight screams as she drank down all of my cum. She lifted up licking whatever cum that didn't go down her throat and smiled at me. "Good to know... very interesting" she said as she got up from her knees and returned to getting dressed. Urges Ch. 01 Pulling his arm out from under her when she had sat up, he sat up on his knees above her on the bed. Slowly as to not scare her, he tenderly caressed her naked breast with his left hand, while his right firmly grasped his erection around the base. A ragged breath exploded from his body as he began to pump his shaft. "Oh God, Lyssa. You have amazing tits. They feel so damn good." His whispered trying to hide the tremble. Alyssa lay beneath Jeremy, wishing desperately for light so she could see him. She closed her eyes and pictured him in her head, his fist moving furiously up and down his thick shaft. His deft fingers found that moment to pinch and lightly twist her nipple tearing a moan from her. Her breasts felt so heavy and hot, it was so hot. Her body had reacted before when they were fully clothed but now, like this, she felt a flood of warmth rush to her center. Knowing he wouldn't see her, she decided to make things easier for herself as well. Listening to his ragged breathing noticing the way his hand playing with her breasts now shook, Alyssa plunged two fingers into her drenched pussy. To keep from crying out, she bit her bottom lip nearly drawing blood as she continued her two fingered assault. Knowing it wasn't enough, would never be enough, she moved directly to her clit. "Shit baby. Where am I going to cum? You gotta tell me, Lyssa. I won't last much longer." His hips were lifting and falling in time with his spasmodic hand motions. The subtle moans and sounds of pleasure coming from Alyssa spurred him on even more, making it damn near impossible to not explode right then. "Tell me!" He growled so loud he startled even himself. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The words repeated themselves over and over in her head until almost all other thoughts were completely lost to her. All that mattered was both her and Jeremy's impending pleasure. Without much thought other than reaching her own goal of orgasm, she put an arm around Jeremy's waist, pulling him down closer to her so he had to give up playing with her breasts to brace himself on the headboard. She urged him to straddle her chest but continued to slowly circle her clit with one hand. He stopped all contact with his cock as he eagerly did her bidding. His scrotum, which was already drawn up tight, ready to explode, momentarily bumped against her chin as he positioned himself. He quickly drew in a breath with a hiss but that second on the edge of pleasure so good it turned to pain was no match for what happened next. Alyssa ran one hand up his chest, stopping to lightly tug his nipple before she turned her nails into his flesh and lightly scratched her way back down at which point she took him completely into her mouth. "Fuck!" The warm wet cavern of her welcoming mouth was almost too much. He stayed perfectly still, letting her run her tongue over his bulbous cock head and flicking the tip across the delicate underside. Knowing he had one of her arms pinned, he reached behind him to take hold of her hand only to follow the length of her arm straight to her pussy where she was vigorously working on her clit. Now that was too much for him. Leaving her to her ministrations, he placed his hand on the back of her head urging her on and gently thrusting his hips forward. "I'm going to cum baby...fuck Lyssa...here it comes...swallow all my cum bitch!" He gritted out just as he shot the first stream of hot cum in her mouth, which was followed by several more. He heard her breathing heavily through her nose but also heard her swallow the load he had given her. With that in mind, he leapt off of the bed and grabbed her legs. He turned her sideways on the mattress and pulled her to the edge where he knelt down and ran his tongue across her panty covered pussy. She cried out and frantically grabbed at his hair, pulling his face closer into her. He took a moment to rip the interfering panties from her body. Spreading her legs wide he latched on to her swollen clit and formed a suction on it. Reaching under her, he thrust three fingers forcefully into her dripping cunt. Alyssa jackknifed off the bed as she came with a scream. Jeremy never let his tongue stop assaulting her clit as he pumped his thick fingers in and out of her body. After what was arguably the best orgasm of her entire life, Alyssa tugged on Jeremy's hair urging him back up onto the bed. With a final lick from her now dripping hole to her over sensitive clit, he kissed his way up her body until he righted them both in the bed and covered them with the blankets.