19 comments/ 54283 views/ 2 favorites Christina's Contradictions Ch. 01 By: Joe A Verage Christina's clothes turned out to be the most concrete clue I've noticed since she's switched jobs. Tight, form-fitting slacks and sweaters regularly punctuate her wardrobe these days. Christina has always kept in shape. She looks great in outfits that emphasize her compact, curvaceous, athletic figure, but the question 'Who is she dressing for?' is increasingly entering my mind these days! Part of it might be semi-wishful thinking on my part. We've been married quite a while and during the past few years we'd discovered that our favorite mutual fantasy was her seduction by another man! Christina has never been entirely comfortable with the fact that I like this theme as much as she does. However, over a period of about five years she's become comfortable role-playing the types of scenes and revealing – bit by bit – not only the types of guys that would have the best chance of seducing her, but what would happen during those encounters! Christina has always maintained this is purely a fantasy, but concrete events in her life have caused me to question her consistent assertions of this. Her most interesting area of tension revolves her beliefs that cheating is reprehensible, but, on the other hand, when two people share an attraction AND find themselves in an intense, erotic situation, infidelity is a predictable, understandable outcome! 'Our' seduction fantasy has clearly taken on an interesting dimension recently, because Christina has not only become more willing to explicitly fantasize about these situations, but she's begun to increasingly put herself in these kinds of situations! In some ways, she even seems to be preparing for, or creating them! Christina's dressing habits, to give one example, started to change approximately the same time she first mentioned 'the new guy at work'... 'Rick' (not his real name) works in her building, not on her specific project, but for the same organization. What quickly caught my attention about Rick was the number of times Christina mentions him in passing. He's never the object of her conversations, but his name has come up in several from the moment he arrived, especially considering the fact he doesn't work directly with her! From what I've figured out, Rick fits Christina's profile of the ideal candidate for a fling! He sounds about 10-15 years younger and has a trim, VERY athletic, muscular build. Until quite recently he'd been an active competitor at the semi-professional level in a VERY physical sport! What struck me odd was that Christina nearly always brings his athletic career up, although she's not particularly a fan of this particular sport... 'Rick' has dark brown eyes and seems to enjoy flirting with my wife when they end up in the same lunch crowd! Although Christina makes her lunch patterns SOUND quite random, it's been impossible not to notice the frequency of lunches with people from 'Rick's' team seem to be quite similar to the number of times the cute outfits have recently been making an appearance! It's not that Christina is a shabby dresser, it's just that her sport's-orientated professional field dictates that showing up in a name brand sweat-suit – with the name of a corporate sponsor carries more weight than designer labels from New York or Paris. The bottom line is the great-looking outfits that highlight her figure are a very interesting contrast to the clothes she's been wearing to work during the first 15 years of our marriage! The tight sweaters and jeans are arousing, however it's her lingerie habits that are REALLY beginning to drive me up the wall! Christina often rides her bicycle to work, showering and changing in the locker room there. I haven't been able to help sneaking a peek at her 'complete' outfit because she lays them out the night before, so she can quickly toss them in her knapsack in the morning, for her morning commute. On the 'cute outfit' days, she's taken to wearing a lacey thong and a matching push-up bra! It took me YEARS to get Christina to wear nice lingerie for me, and this is the first time she's wearing this type of gear, in public, which she's never done for me! When we were first married, she was extremely reluctant to don sexy clothing. She grew up in a country that is known for it's beautiful women, but also – ironically – their un-feminine dressing habits. So, Christina's metamorphosis was during the past several months has peaked my curiosity! But, the two most intriguing 'give-aways' about Rick have been that Christina HAS inserted him in several X-rated role-plays we've done lately, but WON'T tell me his real name! Regarding her fantasy seductions, Christina normally has no problem with revealing three types of 'suitors': Famous celebrities, well-known public figures or 'mysterious strangers'. She has never – up till now – liked using the identities of 'real people' she fantasizes about, especially mutual acquaintances, although she has no problem alluding to the fact they exist... Christina's quite secretive about her fantasies about these 'real people' and is equally adamant that I am NOWHERE to be found during her fantasy affairs – they occur without my knowledge. These are two points where our fantasies diverge. While I have no desire to participate with another guy, that is, threesomes, I'm intensely curious to know the identity of anyone she thinks is 'hot' (her favorite adjective!) Rick has been the single exception. In our role-playing (short stories she edits) she's given him the name of a comic book character, but not otherwise hidden the fact that it's 'him'. The part that's driving me wild about Christina's new mystery guy is that she talks enough about her work, that it's been possible for me to determine the his real identity. But more than that, during the few role-plays we've done staring Rick, she's routinely done stuff for him that she never does for me! I'm not sure how aware of this she is, I've never mentioned it because I don't want it to stop! With the office Christmas party season fast approaching, she's already told me about THREE Friday nights when she's got parties and that I need to be home to take care of our kids those nights! Last night, she modeled a few 'party' outfits for me, while making no secret of the fact that Rick will be present at least one of the parties, maybe two! In general, the role-plays she's done featuring 'Rick' during the past few months and in particular the one that went with one of her 'Christmas party outfits' have caused me to wonder whose seduction is taking – or has already taken – place, Christina's, Rick's or mine... The only other time Christina came close to – or actually had – a one-night stand bears striking similarities to these upcoming parties. That incident, which took place early in our marriage, her recent role-playing habits and what happened last night, coupled with the real-life clues might indicate the likely outcome of this story... More to follow... Christina's Contradictions Ch. 02 My wife, Christina, like many women, doesn't like to verbalize a lot about sex. Over the years, I've found it's pointless to ask her to talk about subjects she finds erotic. Writing, on the other hand is different. After putting this story down on paper, Christina had no objections to editing it, filling in some details and leaving others to my imagination. Our thanks to Sstugatz for his invaluable advice on this series! * One of the most erotic stories Christina ever told me was about the time she'd come close to being seduced by a colleague while on a business trip. She's never been able to completely finish the tale. Christina and I were college sweethearts. We'd followed the progression of dating, rooming/living together and finally marrying over the course of about – as the cliché goes – seven years. At the time this story occurred we'd actually been married four years. Christina had a chance to attend a professional seminar in another state. I didn't really give this much thought because we both traveled quite a bit and were happily married. In retrospect, I guess this was the time in many marriages – after the honeymoon glow wears off – that sex with your spouse is becoming routine, and fooling around with someone new might seem tempting. Christina is a 5'4", very attractive and athletic blond professional with pronounced Nordic features. In the year this story took place, her hair was very blond from a sunny summer and she had the best perm she'd EVER had – before or since – with loose, shoulder-length curls which she'd put in a cute pony tail when doing active sports. Her figure in the fourth year of our marriage was great (still is!) I'd like to quote her measurements, but the only ones I really know is her bra size – 34B and that she wears a size 'small' if I buy her clothes. Christina's always had the self-confidence of the 'girl-next-door', who turns into an accomplished athlete and earns her way through college on an athletic scholarship. This, added to the fact that she was in the early stages of becoming a nationally-recognized expert in her professional field, added to a 'presence' or magnetism I don't think she's ever really been aware of. Christina's never sought much attention from the opposite sex – but she's gotten far more than she realizes. Up till the time Christina told me this story, I'd taken our relationship for granted in some ways. From my perspective, we'd have always had a very trusting relationship. I knew Christina had her pick of guys at our university or in the competitive circles she ran in, and considered my self extremely fortunate that we'd ended up together. In retrospect, I realized I assumed some kind of idyllic, uninterrupted, straight line from marriage to 'happily ever after.' That's why Christina's revelation of this story – when she first told it – took me by complete surprise. It had never occurred to me that she'd be tempted 'out of bounds' on occasion and actually ACT on those feelings! I didn't find out about what happened on Christina's trip till several months afterward. I'm not sure what made Christina tell me about her 'encounter', but one thing that I've noticed is that each time I've asked her about it – to this day –she tells it a bit different. I find out something new almost every time we've discussed it and this always makes me wonder what REALLY occurred. Whenever I've raised this incident with Christina – because I can tell she finds it erotic – the conversations are never too long, never too detailed. I'm pretty sure that – on the one hand – she also has fond memories of her 'adventure', but on the other hand she doesn't like to verbalize about sex too much. Since the discussion on this subject is almost always cut short – normally with a bout of intense lovemaking – there are always a few questions I wish I'd asked her and still don't have the answers to. Over the years, I've been able to piece together the following rough sequence of events. Christina and Simon had begun to sit together during some of the seminars – their flirting began quite innocently. They'd never met, but my wife found Simon very attractive. She described him as a ruggedly handsome blond with a very athletic build, an engaging personality and quick sense of humor. She added he was about five years younger than her. Christina was very tentative the first time she described Simon. Although she never said it, I'm sure this is because no one would use those types of adjectives to describe me in the 'looks' department. One day, the group moved outdoors for some beachfront recreation. It had been warm on the beach, where the flirting intensified as the group played volleyball and went kayaking, swimming, etc. It was during a volleyball game that things really picked up. Whenever one of them would 'dive' or fall down, the other appeared, more than ready to 'help' their new friend up. Sometimes they were on opposite sides, which gave them the perfect opportunity to freely check each other's body out, which Christina admitted Simon was quite obvious about, as was she! Sometimes they would both end up diving for the same ball ending up rolling in the sand together. The fact that Christina had consumed a few wine coolers made her lose her balance a bit more often than typical... and the slight dizzy feeling clearly removed any inhibitions about openly flirting. Because it was a warm day and the game was intense, several people were playing in their swimming suits. Christina said she came to the beach in her bikini top and shorts, but ended up playing in her bikini. According to Christina, the evening found Simon and my wife a 'couple', sitting together by a campfire drinking vodka. Christina said they were both wearing light t-shirts and shorts, and Christina still had her bikini underneath. While sitting at the campfire, Christina said Simon put his arm around her and she didn't mind, in fact she liked it! Christina said when Simon ran his hand casually over her thigh a couple of times, the thought of brushing it away or otherwise rebuffing his advances didn't enter her mind. Christina clearly remembered how much she was enjoying this guy's obviously physical pursuit of her. The thought of a strange guy putting his arm around my wife while she was wearing skimpy beach clothing was arousing, mostly because it was a side of her I'd never seen, nor even dreamed existed! What I mean is that Christina had 'paired off' with another guy – who was obviously putting the moves on her – even though she and I had several common acquaintances in the group of people they were with! After sitting at the fire for a while, Simon and Christina decided to get a bit of distance from the group. They found themselves walking along the water's edge on a beautiful summer night. Memories of the physical volleyball match they'd been involved in on the beach and their increasingly obvious desire to act on their attraction to each other at the campfire had aroused them intensely. Now they were alone and the attraction seemed almost too concrete. How could they resist each other? Or should they? The gently rolling water was very inviting as was the soft, clean sand...there was nobody else around... Christina said Simon looked "absolutely irresistible!" Christina said that when they returned to the group she was sure that several people drew conclusions about what 'happened' between her and Simon out on the dark beach, away from the firelight, but they'd never know the truth because it was washed away with the waves... On the way back to their hotel, Christina said she ended up on Simon's lap because it was 'very crowded' on the backseat! She said – as on the beach – Simon seemed comfortable resting running his hand along her thigh, and she was too aroused to want him to do otherwise. As Christina's group made their way back to their rooms, Christina said she and Simon ended up in front of her hotel room door. Up till this point Christina said she wasn't really thinking about what was happening or where things were headed, she had just allowed herself be caught up in the moment. When I asked her what Simon had to be thinking – as they walked into the hotel – she replied that he probably thought he had a 'sure thing'. Christina said one of our mutual friends appeared at the hotel room door and asked her 'if everything was all right'... Christina said she knew he was 'rescuing' her and that this snapped her right out of 'the moment' she'd been caught in. Christina said the next day she didn't see Simon, but knew she needed to talk with him about the events of the previous evening – to make it clear that the events of the previous day had been a big mistake. In addition to one of our mutual friends 'rescuing' her at her door the night before, she said another had given her a thinly disguised lecture on appropriate 'behavior' for married couples during one of the coffee breaks that day. The group was going out dancing that night, and as Christina dressed to go for 'one last hurrah' with the gang, she found herself wondering – hoping – that Simon would be there so they could clear the air. However, Christina said she wasn't 100% positive that if Simon showed up, she'd be able to resist the temptation into picking right up where they'd left off the previous evening... I'd often asked myself what it was that I found so erotic about this story. I think it's because I am so fixated on the seduction aspect of a relationship combined with the fact that it took me so long to seduce Christina. It appears that Simon made more progress with Christina in one day than I made in a year. I was sure that – with me anyway – it had never been physical attraction, lust or 'love at first sight' that eventually won Christina. I've never had real doubts or a reason to question Christina's love and commitment to our marriage. However, it's impossible for me NOT to speculate on the feelings that Simon – the circumstances and setting of their meeting – or both must have triggered in Christina, without becoming aroused. The feelings that led my wife to openly flirt with another guy in front of people we both knew, stroll off down the beach with him in the dark and ultimately to the door of a hotel room must have been extremely powerful. Moreover, as time goes on, the chances of me eliciting that type of reaction from her – which I probably never have in the first place – are non-existent. If Simon had thought he had a 'sure thing' going, it probably meant that he did or Christina let him think it – teasing him – which would have been very uncharacteristic of her. The central dilemma I find appealing about this story is the tension between two of Christina's firm beliefs. On the one hand, she finds cheating inexcusable. On the other, she also is convinced that anyone who cheats – if they truly are in love with their partner – should never reveal their infidelity. If Christina was seduced, according to what she believes to be true, she can't tell me. So much time had passed since Christina had this encounter, I'd begun to think of it as a one-off anomaly – until recently. No matter what 'happened', the story was too tempting not to revisit from time to time – especially since there are still details I don't know about the incident. However, as recent events have revealed, Christina's desire may still be unfulfilled... To be continued... Christina's Contradictions Ch. 03 My wife, Christina, like many women, doesn't like to verbalize a lot about sex. Over the years, I've found it's pointless to ask her to talk about subjects she finds erotic. Role-Play, on the other hand is different. A friend's suggestion led to the first concrete proof that Christina had ideas about one of her younger colleagues that lay outside the boundaries of our marriage. My thanks to Sstugatz for his advice on this series! * I should have been suspicious the minute Christina suggested the role-play. I've always liked erotic role-plays, and even occasionally succeeded in talking my wife, Christina into participating in a few, but she'd NEVER initiated the action – this was the first time.... "It was Linda's idea. She asked me to audition for a part in the play her theater company is doing! If you help me rehearse for the audition, it would be kind of a role-play, wouldn't it?" "Why isn't Linda doing it herself – if it's such a great part?" I said, not bothering to conceal my sarcasm. The problem with Linda – socially speaking – was that she seemed to forget she was married most of the time. She was always trying to rope Christina into her latest scheme – which never seemed to have anything to do with her husband, George, or I. "Linda's already got a part, besides there's probably NO chance they'd pick me – I've never even acted. I just told Linda I'd do it to keep her company." "Anyone else from work develop a sudden interest in acting?" There HAD to be more to this than Christina was letting on. "I'm not sure" she said hesitantly "I think Linda might have said something about Rick trying out." "YOU'RE KIDDING, RIGHT?" Ever since Rick had arrived in the building where the girls worked, it seemed like Christina found at LEAST one excuse per day to work his name into some conversation or another. She'd even mentioned she always had a 'thing' about guys like Rick. We'd been watching a movie on television a few nights ago and some actor reminded her of 'Rick'. She'd had a few glasses of wine and casually elaborated 'there's something about his eyes – a warm intensity – that always made shivers go down my spine...' I could still hear her saying it! It just wasn't typical for her to make these kinds of comments about people from work. "I thought YOU might think me being in a play was sexy. My part COULD be pretty steamy!" Christina chided suggestively. She was obviously trying to tap into the fact that we sometimes fantasized about her making it with another guy. That's actually what most of the role-plays she 'went for' seemed to be about... I didn't figure out 'what' exactly it was that was eating me about this 'Rick' guy, or the way Christina talked about him until the following morning. It dawned on me in the middle of my morning shower. Up until now, Christina had NEVER been willing to admit about fantasizing about a 'real' person. Celebrities and 'mysterious strangers' were something she had talked about. But NOBODY ever had a real identity with her, although she made it clear – more than once – she DID have fantasies about guys we both knew. Whenever I'd tried to press her about the details of 'real guys', she'd retreat with a comment like 'I like to keep SOME secrets.' I decided to ask her more about it the following night, after I got home from work. I'd been thinking about it all day – I couldn't shake the feeling that – for some reason –Christina seemed to be shoving this 'Rick' in my face... "I didn't mean to rain on your parade last night – about the play – I mean..." "Don't worry" Christina said – it seemed to be a the forefront of her thoughts as well – "Linda said the 'relationship' part of the audition depends on how closely Tim, the director, is going to follow the movie script which the play is based on. He's only going to decide after my audition – if there's chemistry between Rick and I." I was trying hard not to become irritated as Christina – who'd never displayed one iota of interest in 'acting' – began talking so casually about Linda, 'Tim the director' and, of course Rick. I was pretty sure this play 'thing' HAD to be a lot more Linda's idea, anyway. I'd decided that at the least I could do was try and 'appear' supportive. Besides, no use blowing the ONE opportunity in 15 years that Christina had taken the initiative with a role-play. After all, it was Friday night and the kids were asleep! "Can I help you prepare for your audition?" I asked, trying to sound sincere. "Yes!" Christina's face broke out in her familiar smile "Tim gave me a DVD" she blurted out, shoving an envelope into my hands "The instructions are in there – I'll go change – YOU can help me rehearse if you want!" she whispered enthusiastically over her shoulder, heading up the stairs. The instructions were pretty basic: 1) To prepare for your audition watch the enclosed DVD. 2) The DVD will end about halfway through the movie, so you'll be familiar with the plot and characters. 3) Your audition begins at the point the movie stops. Your job is to improvise what your character – a very feminine police detective played by you – would do while working undercover, trailing a handsome young murder suspect. Good Luck! "I suppose Rick's playing the 'handsome young murder suspect'?" I couldn't resist being a bit irritated as I heard Christina descending the stairs. "Don't worry about too much about the quality of the movie – it's definitely 'Grade-B'. I'm sure Tim's going to do a MUCH better job with the story-line for our play." Christina chattered, one of her normal techniques of changing the subject! I about choked on my wine when I saw how Christina had dressed to 'rehearse'! She was wearing a VERY short black wrap-skirt and a sheer white blouse. A jet-black bra showed clearly through the translucent fabric of her top. Black hose and matching heels topped off the outfit. I REALLY liked all of these touches, and I'd tried to convince Christina to wear these kinds of outfits – in different combination – in public. She occasionally would emphasize one aspect or another, but she'd never been this decked out – all at once – and especially in public. Not that we were going out... I knew she'd never set foot out the front door in an outfit like this – especially in a skirt that short. As she stepped into the glow of the light cast off the TV, I could see she had far more make-up than usual and she was DEFINITELY wearing expensive perfume. Although Christina wore perfume around the house on weekend nights, I couldn't remember her EVER using that much make-up – she doesn't need much – but I had to admit she looked GREAT! I didn't know exactly how to react – what to say. The reason I'd NEVER seen Christina dressed this hot, was because Christina had never failed to point out that women who dressed like this looked like whores. "Kind of looks like you're pushing the outside of the 'tramp- envelope' there, kiddo" I joked, knowing the word 'slut' – which was far more accurate – might turn her off. "This is the outfit Tim said I'll wear in the audition. He said it was important to test it out. I thought you might like it!" she teased, turning around like a model on a runway! "Let's start the movie!" I poured her a glass of wine and hit the play button, wondering if 'Tim the director' had forgot the small detail that Christina was married and had to live here – 365 days out of the year – with her husband, colleagues and friends AFTER this play was over. Besides the MINOR fact that Christina didn't know ANYTHING about acting! We'd only been watching a short time when I noticed that the character Christina was supposedly portraying wasn't dressed NEARLY as sluttish. It seemed Tim, Christina – or both – were taking s few liberties with the character development. I also couldn't help noticing Christina wasn't wearing her wedding ring... She never removed her ring – but the movie provided me an excuse to ask her about it. "So you're single, like the character, eh?" I asked lightly touching her bare ring finger. "Actually, no" she smiled, looking me right in the eye "In Tim's version I'm married, but I remove my ring before going under-cover. Tim says me being married in the play only modifies the plot slightly. Since it's community-theater, he said it'll heighten the sexual tension since some people in the audience actually know me. I'm basically 'off-limits' in real life AND in the play!" Christina made that last statement as matter-of-factly as if she'd just explained an algebra homework problem to one of our kids. She'd not only internalized all this stuff, but seemed to be OK with it. As we sat down on our couch, it was difficult to guess where this was REALLY going. I'd brushed my hand on Christina's thigh as we got comfortable and was surprised by what I felt – or rather what I DIDN'T feel – under the light fabric of her skirt. "Did Tim tell you to wear a thong?" I asked, knowing Christina hardly ever wore those and not exactly believing she'd wear one to her audition. "He said dress the part" she replied sexily "Besides, it's good 'insurance' to make sure my skirt stays on isn't it?" "You mean your blouse might not?" I couldn't believe I just blurted that out – I wasn't really the jealous type, really. "Don't worry so much, Tim's thought everything through. He even gave me an 'emergency-word' for the audition. All I have to do is say 'CUT' any time I become uncomfortable – with anything. Tim and Rick will immediately stop the audition if I say that. It's even in the release form he showed me – so stop worrying. I thought this kind of stuff turned you on, anyway..." I wasn't sure if Christina realized that what she was telling me would not sound exactly reassuring to most guys. But what I REALLY couldn't explain to her was that imagining her alone with two guys – dressed like a call-girl – was making my cock so hard that I thought the slightest touch from her might make me blow my wad in my jeans! The movie WAS grade-B, and the DVD ended just as Christina's character had to make a decision whether or not to accompany the murder suspect home – alone and without any kind of back-up. Of course, the female detective was SURE the suspect was innocent, and that she could handle anything that came up... And of course, the female detective – posing as a call girl – 'painted herself into a corner' using these clichés. That is, by letting herself be alone with a guy paying for sex... "OK" Christina said as she rose off our couch for rehearsal "I'm playing the detective and you're the handsome suspect." "Played by Rick" I said, finishing her sentence without thinking about it. I could have kicked myself! If I kept making sarcastic comments I might as well flush the evening down the toilet! But Christina seemed to have other ideas... "Yes, played by Rick – who's MUCH better looking than the suspect in the movie, by the way... If it makes you happy, I'll say 'CUT' as soon as you do something that I wouldn't let Rick do – might as well rehearse using my emergency-word as well, right?" Guessing that the idea of the plot was for the suspect to lure the beautiful police detective into his liar and seduce her, I decided to try to and dispense with the verbal digs and proceed with the action. It was surreal imagining that Rick would have an identical opportunity in the audition. "One of my associates warned me you might be a cop" I said, digging into the bag of clichés we all have from cop movies, determined to try improvising a convincing bad guy. "What do you think?" Christina purred, quickly twirling around "Do I LOOK like a cop?" I take her hands in mine, gently at first and back her toward the couch – but suddenly swing her arms up over her head, pinning her back against the wall, both wrists above her – A shocked look flashes across her face! "Maybe you're wearing a wire" I suggest trying to sound sinister, running my free hand firmly along the contour of Christina's hour-glass figure – along each side of her torso, waist, hip... It was easy to see from her secondary reaction that she was actually excited by the start of the audition! The strange flash of excitement in her blue eyes immediately confirmed she was imagining Rick's hands moving over her firm body, not mine... "I thought we were friends!" she said in mock indignation that made me wonder if she'd already been practicing... "Just making sure" I replied, as I began slowly unbuttoning her thin blouse. Somehow, I'd guessed she'd decided to let Rick remove her top during the audition, and she confirmed this as her arms remained completely relaxed as I slowly lowered them to her sides, slipping her blouse off her shoulders, and letting it fall to the floor. "Turn around" I said and Christina complied. I circled my hands around her slender waist, thinking how her well-cared-for, lightly tanned skin would feel to the powerful grip of Rick's hands. I then slid them up and around, fairly confident that my wife would have absolutely no objections to her young colleague palming her 34-B cup tits through her bra. I was right, and she moaned as I pulled her into me and planted several soft kisses on her neck and earlobes... Christina's hands rose to cover mine and I immediately flashed to the ambiguous gestures of school-girls, trying to decide whether or not to regain control over the use of their body on the one hand, or encouraging further exploration, on the other... I decided to use her semi-defensive move up the stakes. "So you're married" I said, tapping the thin tan-line at the base of her ring finger. "This supports my friend's theory you're a cop. Does your husband know what sacrifices you make – in the line of duty?" I asked as I gently unsnapped her bra. I was really running the risk of blowing the evening's adventure, because Christina, on the rare occasion she does a fantasy role-play, has made it crystal-clear that the mention of me, or our family is a no-go area! She says it shatters the illusion for her. But I could feel – as I removed her bra – THIS particular time was completely different for some reason and that the thought of uttering the single word 'CUT' had never entered her mind as she imagined her young colleague's athletic hands freely exploring her topless body! I twirled her around, pulling her into me and tried to imagine what Christina would look like through Rick's eyes! Would she REALLY let him get this far? Her moaning and the way her hands snaked around me, firmly palming my ass was a strong indication of my answer. I ran my hands underneath her skirt, finding the tops of her thigh-high hose and simultaneously confirmed that she HAD worn a thong to rehearsal AND that it was OK with her if Rick ran his hands over her nearly-bare ass! "You know..." I began as I forced her to her knees "...how you test a hooker to see if she's really an undercover cop? It's when we get to this stage. If your buddies suddenly come busting down the door, I'm under arrest." "There's no one around but us" Christina teased, massaging my thighs, staying right in character! I was wondering if Christina was ever going to 'CUT', and decided to deliberately go WAY outside her fantasy comfort-zone, knowing that if I blew it, the only option I'd have was a cold shower! "And your husband? How do you think he'd feel about this?" I asked as I guided Christina's hand to the throbbing bulge beneath my belt-line. "I think he knows this is going to happen, therefore, his feelings appear to be irrelevant..." Christina said in her dusky low voice as she rapidly worked my pants open, massaging my cock through my shorts! Christina had the oddest look in her eyes as she said that, and her eyes never left mine as she asked "Isn't that what you think?" "Yes" I hissed, as she eased my cock out and began teasing the swollen purple tip with her flickering tongue! I knew if either of us said another word, I'd shoot my load, so I just watched my wife act out her fantasy, which apparently involved giving head to her new co-star, Rick! Christina then closed her eyes as her lips began gliding over my shaft and I knew – in her imagination – she was giving an academy-award winning blow-job to the new bad guy in her life! Wondering just how far she felt like taking her audition, I slowly twisted a fist of her hair in my hand and guided her upward, her eyes opening with a puzzled look just before I spun her around and snapped her forward at the waist, her arms catching the wall in front of her for balance – she looked like a ballerina, with her torso parallel to the floor – except her lungs were heaving with excited gasps as she ground her ass into my cock! I eased Christina's skirt up around her waist, hungrily eyeing the way the black thong highlighted the curves of her ass! "Now that we know what our female detective REALLY wanted from the murder suspect she was trailing, let's establish what exactly it is that my wife wants from Rick during her audition." Christina doesn't like being fucked from behind. Like the clothes she auditioned in, she associated this with whores... However, like everything else associated with her fantasy involving Rick, this appeared to be an exception! I slowly peeled my wife's thong down over her ass, without a trace of her usual non-verbal indications that she wanted it in any other way! "Is this what you're hoping for out of that audition?" I hissed in her ear. "Oh My God! Oh My God!" Christina gasped over and over again as we completed her 'un-dress rehearsal' and she showed me how she hoped her audition with Rick would climax! Christina's Contradictions Ch. 04 ---------------------------------------------- Cheers to my man Joe A Verage for offering me his wife for this one. ---------------------------------------------- This girl Christina from the office had been flirting with me hardcore in recent weeks and I could tell my charm had done its work - until the tension between us reached its climax at this company gathering a few weeks ago. She was wearing clothes that left very little to the imagination and her constant rubbing against my body during the volleyball game made her desire obvious even to the blind. She was a very hot older woman who had kept her lovely shape and seemed extra-flirty around the younger boys at the office. Short skirt, open shirt barely covering the top of her glorious, big firm breasts, and high leather boots completed the kinky attire she had on for the day. I was well aware that she was married as she was always wearing the ring, but I knew if I held her hand and led her my way out of public eye I wouldn't have to work very hard to get her down on all fours. I would give her little hints, make her shiver lightly with my touch whenever the proximity allowed, occasionally slide a finger along her breast when I'd pick her up in the sand when we were playing, and I knew exactly what I was doing to her. Two could play the flirting game. The evening went by and my plan was working perfectly. When I took her hand to take her on a stroll along the beach at night, she glided off the dance floor without hesitation and did not even notice the grin of her colleagues' face who had seen her dance close-up to me all evening and knew she was married. They also all knew what was going to happen next. I know she did too, and she simply wanted it just as much as I did. We barely chit-chat. It seemed the only point of conversation was melting into the darkness far enough to be out of the sight of our colleagues. Once we were out of sight, we wasted no time in finding each other's lips and exploring each other's torso with our hands. Her breasts were firm like I'd imagined them and I knew they would fill nicely my mouth. Her hands were hesitantly traveling lower and lower over my body until she reached my belt. I could tell by her slow actions that it must've been her first time with someone other than her husband. I didn't want her to think twice about it so I took her by the wrist and placed her tiny hand over the large, hardening bulge in my pants. "Oh my god!" she couldn't resist saying as the wrapped her hand around my throbbing tool through the fabric of my pants. "It's so big!" she continued on a surprised tone. She quickly unbuckled my belt and undid my pants who fell to the ground. She plunged her hand into my boxers, pushing them down and exposing my big cock to the outside air. Her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth remained open at the sight of my cock. "I... I could never..." she began saying. But I knew she could. In fact, I knew she would. In replica, I lifted her shirt above her head and finally squeezed her magnificent breasts through the lacy fabric of her white bra. She tilt her head back and moaned in pleasure. I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobes with my tongue and she shivered in excitement again. She was stroking my cock irregularly and was barely able to make it around my shaft with her fingers. I moved my hands from her buttocks to her crotch and could feel her moistness through her panties. She definitely wanted me raw. I undid her bra, slid it off both her arms and threw it beside us. Her glorious breasts were standing firmly, with her nipples peaking gently because of the coldness of the air, and I licked them softly with the tip of my tongue. She placed her hand behind my head to push my mouth around her erect nipple and I understood she wanted me so suck on them. I sucked and lapped her right nipple while rolling the left between the fingers of my left hand and alternated a few times. Her hand moved over her panties and she rubbed her clit while I was giving her breasts some attention. I finally let go of her breasts and kissed her stomach while sliding her skirt off, and her panties next... She stood motionless for a moment, almost as if she was realizing that she was exposing her naked body to someone other than her husband for the first time, but I quickly ran my hands on the back of both her thighs and she shivered in pleasure. I finally ran my fingers over her bulging pussy lips to find them incredibly wet. She closed her eyes in pleasure and let out a long, loud moan as she squeezed her breasts. Her knees weakened in pleasure and I used the occasion to place her on her knees and hands in front of me, pussy high up in the air, facing me. She looked worried at the thought of my huge cock invading her tight pussy but I didn't give her much time for fear before I plunged my face into her waiting hole and inserted my tongue deepest I could inside her. "OooooOOOOOOOooOOOOOOOOO YESSSSSSS!" she screamed as I moved my tongue up and down inside her. She thrusted back; seemingly for me to reach deeper inside her. I continued licking with all my might and already her juices were flowing into my mouth. I knew she was still squeezing her breasts and she must've been really worked up because she was fucking my face with fury. In a flash, I removed my face from her thighs and lifted myself up on my knees behind her, cock in hand. She turned around to see what I was doing, just in time for me to see her mouth widen in a silent scream as I inserted the tip of my huge cock inside her for the first time. Her tight pussy allowed for very slow penetration and her facial expressions exposed her feelings of pain mixed with incredible pleasure. I continued pushing myself inside her and must've fit in another two inches before I felt her starting to cum and the added lubrication allowed me to sink another two inches inside this office slut's cunt. "Ooooooooh my god!" she exclaimed. "I've never... Uh, oh!" even with a little less than half my shaft inside her, I started a fucking motion and was able to push another inch deep inside her. "Ooooo fuck!" she screamed. "It hurts so much, but it's sooooooo good!" She had now given up all resistance and was full-blown fucking the part of my shaft that was inside her. I pulled out completely and grab a grip just above her hips to come crashing down heavily inside her. "OOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo!" she let out again. "Oh my god, that's it, fuck me, fuck me, ohhhhh break me in half with your big cock!" with this, she reached between her legs and fondled my balls. By then I had almost all of my cock deep inside her moist slit and she was fucking me with all her might. Her pussy walls keep contracting around my tool and her moans kept confirming the multiple orgasms she'd been experiencing since I'd first shove my meat inside her. "Wait, wait..." she started between breaths. "Your big cock is hurting me. I've cummed so many times so far I've lost count so and I haven't even been to take all of your hard meat inside me, let's move to my bedroom, ok?" I didn't object. After all, once I'd have her in the bedroom, there was no stopping us all night. She was going to get all of my cock inside her pussy, maybe even up her ass if she'd let me. So we gathered our belongings and headed for our hotel. I was afraid we'd meet other employees of our company so I led her quickly though the lobby and into the elevator. Once the doors closed, leaving us alone until the 14th floor, our bodies found each other again and she quickly gave my cock a few more strokes, to ensure I was still hard and ready to really fuck her wild the minute we'd get inside. To our great stupefaction, as the door of the elevator opened, Christina's boss was standing there and served us a look to kill. Both understanding that we had been caught and our fun for the night would end there, I reluctantly walked her to her room and kissed her good night on the cheeks like a good, platonic co-worker would've done, under the watchful eye of her boss, who followed my with his eyes until I was alone in my own room. I know her boss gave her a lesson of proper married woman behavior that night. But I also know that I had made her mine, and that every time I'll want her, she'll be a slave to my big cock.