0 comments/ 108939 views/ 7 favorites Ken's Fantasy By: carolinky Ken settled down in front of his computer and clicked on the power switch. He took a deep breath as the machine slowly began churning through its start up routines. He carefully leaned forward and felt for the microphone hidden near the speakers and clicked it on. Stan wouldn't have to know about the recording. Ken had been thinking about sharing the special files for a long time. But for one reason or another he'd lost his courage. Nothing was going to stop him now. Ken clicked on the "Start" button and within seconds he was opening his new Photoshop program. "Pull up a chair, Stan." Ken said pointing to a wooden chair. Stan sat down and watched Ken click on a folder labeled "Work." In an instant, a picture popped up on the screen. It was Ken's wife, Carol, reclining on a bed wearing a very seductive chemise. Stan took a deep breath as he admired his best friend's wife. Carol's mesmerizing smile and short blonde hair accentuated her blue eyes. The shortness of the chemise emphasized her long tanned legs "Wow!" Stan whispered. "She's not bad for a 40 something woman is she?" Ken chuckled. "I guess all that running pays off." Stan replied. The next picture came into view. Carol was sitting up and the thin straps of her chemise had fallen down around her elbows. The only thing holding the chemise up was her arm pressed firmly across her breasts. Stan's heart pounded excitedly as he began to imagine the unimaginable. He wanted to see more and fought the urge to reach over and click the next jpg file. Ken was deliberately taking his time. Sensing Stan's anxiety, Ken took a deep breath and clicked on the next picture. "Oh my God, Ken!" Stan shouted. Ken laughed as he stared at the screen. Stan blinked his eyes several times and leaned forward to get a better view. Carol was topless. Despite the usual signs of age and gravity, her breasts were still firm and perky. He'd seen pictures like these on the Internet but none excited him like Carol's. "Her tits are hot." Stan whispered. Ken chuckled. Stan's description seemed almost out of character for a 50 year old business professional. Stan had spent all of his life working his way up through the accounting department to the position of chief financial officer. The work was demanding and he dedicated his life to his work. Needless to say, his family suffered. Not in any monetary sense, but in quality and quantity. One afternoon after a successful financial presentation, he'd left work early to celebrate with his wife. He'd tried to call her at home on the cell phone, but there was no answer. When he walked in the door, she was home and from the moans coming from the bedroom it was obvious she had already started celebrating. He'd slipped quietly up the stairs thinking what a surprise it would be to catch his wife in bed masturbating. She wasn't masturbating. There was an ugly divorce that followed and luckily for Stan he only had to sell the house. Ken and Carol had been the only neighborhood friends that stood by him during that terrible time. "How did you ever get her to do that?" Stan asked his eyes glued to the screen. "This is all new, Stan. I think it has something to do with the hormone treatments the doctor is administering. Anyway, she's friskier now than on our honeymoon." Ken replied as he clicked on another revealing picture. They both laughed. There was no turning back now. Both men were rock hard as Ken shared the last photo. Carol was resting on her back, legs spread wide, her fingers gently pulling her lips open. Stan almost climaxed in his pants! "You're the luckiest man I know, Ken." "Ever thought what it would be like to make love to Carol?" Ken asked. "Oh, come on Ken we're friends. I'd never do that to you." Stan replied unconvincingly. The truth was he'd thought about it many times. In fact, that was just what he was thinking about at that very moment. "I'm not talking about doing it to me. I'm talking about you doing it to Carol." Ken chuckled. Ken had fantasized about watching his wife with another man for several years. In the beginning it was just a harmless fantasy that he enjoyed reading about in adult magazines. He didn't dare share those fantasies with Carol. That all changed, however, when she discovered his cache of favorite story clippings. She was upset after reading several of the stories. All the usual questions followed. How could her husband enjoy reading those stories? Was he thinking about having an affair? Wasn't he attracted to her anymore? These questions and many more made her angry and by the time Ken got home that night she was locked and loaded. He assured her that he wasn't interested in another woman. He talked about how much he truly loved her and would never do anything to hurt her or their marriage. Finally, Ken confessed that his favorite fantasy was to watch her with another lover. Carol had told him that would never happen and to start looking for a new fantasy. "Guys, come on down. Dessert is ready." Carol yelled from the foot of the stairs. Stan and Ken laughed like schoolboys caught smoking cigarettes in the bathroom. Ken closed the picture viewer and shut down the computer. Later that night, Stan settled down in front of his television to watch an adult movie on late night Cinemax. When one particularly hot love scene began to unfold his mind drifted to thoughts of Carol and those darn pictures. He unzipped his pants and masturbated. As the woman in the movie began to climax, he imagined it was Carol and then in an instant he was climaxing, too. At that very moment, Ken was playing the recording for Carol. She sat on the edge of the bed listening to Stan's comments about her breast being hot. Her face turned various shades of red as the realization of what Ken had shared with their dear friend. She felt embarrassed and slightly angry with herself for agreeing to play along with Ken's fantasy. She had misjudged Ken's audacity. But there was another reaction, one that she could never admit to Ken. It excited her that Stan had seen her pictures. Later, they made love while listening to the tape. At Ken's insistence, Carol moaned Stan's name repeatedly pretending he was making love to her. Carol didn't see any harm in his meaningless game. Besides, it excited Ken and that heightened the intensity of their lovemaking. As Ken climaxed, Carol thought how surprisingly enjoyable it had become to fantasize another lover, at least once in awhile. The following Saturday, Stan was working in the garage when Ken pulled into the driveway. Ken got out of the car carrying a Wal-Mart bag. "Hi Ken." "Hey partner, I brought you something to look at when you have some free time." Ken said reaching the bag to Stan. Stan took the bag and peered inside. There was a vhs tape, a couple of what looked like adult magazines, and a disc. "What's this?" "It's just something for you to look at. Listen, I have to go into work this morning. Go ahead and look at it whenever you can." As Ken drove away he thought about Stan's comical expression as he peered into the bag. "Enjoy, Stan. It's just a matter of time before I work out all of the details." Ken laughed to himself, checked the rearview mirror, then reached down and squeezed his rock hard cock. Stan carried the bag into the house and pulled out the magazines. His heart raced as he flicked through the pages. It was filled with pictures, stories and advertisements for couples looking for other couples and singles. The video tape was marked "Personal for Stan." He slipped the tape into the vcr and settled down on the couch. The tape started immediately. Someone was standing in front of the camera moving it back and forth. The room was dimly lit and the camera focused on a king size sleigh bed. Carol was sitting up in bed wearing only a red pajama top. On the stand next to the bed was a tape recorder. He watched as she reached over and pressed the play button. It was his voice that echoed through the room. "That bastard recorded our conversation." Stan groaned. Stan leaned forward as Ken sprawled into bed next to Carol. He watched intently as his friends talked about the recording while gently caressing each other. Just like the night Ken showed Carol's pictures, Stan couldn't believe he was sitting there watching his best friends in such an intimate moment. He hit the stop button on the tape and ran over to the windows to close the curtains. Walking back to his favorite chair, he undid his pants and sat down wearing only his cotton briefs. Already, his cock was straining to break free. Stan watched as Carol and Ken rolled around in the bed exchanging kisses and hugs. When they were both naked he froze the frame on Ken. Not that he had any homosexual tendencies or anything, but he was just curious about size. Ken was slightly overweight and his tummy made his dick appear smaller. Stan guessed five or six inches at best. He glanced down at his cock, sucking his stomach in. He squeezed his six inches of thick cock and whispered, "If only God had blessed me with a bigger cock." Stan pressed play. Carol was hotter than hot. First, Ken was on top then they switched positions. Stan stroked merrily along as he watched. What the camera lacked in picture quality was more than offset by the quality of the sounds. It picked up every groan and sigh. He listened as he adjusted the brightness on the television. Little did he know he was about to get an even bigger surprise. "Say it!" Ken moaned looking up at his wife. "Stan!" Carol sighed. Stan stopped playing with himself. "Say it, Carol!" Ken responded forcefully. "Fuck me, Stan!" Carol moaned bouncing up and down on Ken's cock. "That's it Carol. Fuck Stan." Ken yelled thrusting his hips up into Carol. "I'm cumming, Stan." Carol shouted over and over. Stan reached down to touch himself just as stream of hot cum squirted up into the air. He jacked himself as Carol moaned his name. As the last drop of cum dribbled from his little head, he groaned, "Carol. Sweet, Carol." The rest of the afternoon was shot for Stan. His plans of working in the yard were out of the question. All he could think of was Carol. He watched the video several times and played the best parts in slow motion. The next month passed without incident. Stan was gone for two weeks working on an inventory problem at one of the company's divisions. Ken, meanwhile, continued filling Carol's head with fantasies involving other men. She felt dirty whenever they looked at adult "swinger" magazines or visited those types of websites. But she had given in to Ken's insistence. Ken knew deep down that Carol would never sleep around or have sex with a stranger. She was just too conservative. But, it had been lots of patience and gentle prodding that had gotten her to pose. He knew that it was a major accomplishment to then agree to let him show them to Stan. With some more patience and maybe with the right alignment of the moon and stars, he could convince her to play around with Stan. In Ken's mind, Stan was perfect. To Be Continued... Ken's Fantasy Ken settled down in front of his computer and clicked on the power switch. He took a deep breath as the machine slowly began churning through its start up routines. He carefully leaned forward and felt for the microphone hidden near the speakers and clicked it on. Stan wouldn't have to know about the recording. Ken had been thinking about sharing the special files for a long time. But for one reason or another he'd lost his courage. Nothing was going to stop him now. Ken clicked on the "Start" button and within seconds he was opening his new Photoshop program. "Pull up a chair, Stan." Ken said pointing to a wooden chair. Stan sat down and watched Ken click on a folder labeled "Work." In an instant, a picture popped up on the screen. It was Ken's wife, Carol, reclining on a bed wearing a very seductive chemise. Stan took a deep breath as he admired his best friend's wife. Carol's mesmerizing smile and short blonde hair accentuated her blue eyes. The shortness of the chemise emphasized her long tanned legs "Wow!" Stan whispered. "She's not bad for a 40 something woman is she?" Ken chuckled. "I guess all that running pays off." Stan replied. The next picture came into view. Carol was sitting up and the thin straps of her chemise had fallen down around her elbows. The only thing holding the chemise up was her arm pressed firmly across her breasts. Stan's heart pounded excitedly as he began to imagine the unimaginable. He wanted to see more and fought the urge to reach over and click the next jpg file. Ken was deliberately taking his time. Sensing Stan's anxiety, Ken took a deep breath and clicked on the next picture. "Oh my God, Ken!" Stan shouted. Ken laughed as he stared at the screen. Stan blinked his eyes several times and leaned forward to get a better view. Carol was topless. Despite the usual signs of age and gravity, her breasts were still firm and perky. He'd seen pictures like these on the Internet but none excited him like Carol's. "Her tits are hot." Stan whispered. Ken chuckled. Stan's description seemed almost out of character for a 50 year old business professional. Stan had spent all of his life working his way up through the accounting department to the position of chief financial officer. The work was demanding and he dedicated his life to his work. Needless to say, his family suffered. Not in any monetary sense, but in quality and quantity. One afternoon after a successful financial presentation, he'd left work early to celebrate with his wife. He'd tried to call her at home on the cell phone, but there was no answer. When he walked in the door, she was home and from the moans coming from the bedroom it was obvious she had already started celebrating. He'd slipped quietly up the stairs thinking what a surprise it would be to catch his wife in bed masturbating. She wasn't masturbating. There was an ugly divorce that followed and luckily for Stan he only had to sell the house. Ken and Carol had been the only neighborhood friends that stood by him during that terrible time. "How did you ever get her to do that?" Stan asked his eyes glued to the screen. "This is all new, Stan. I think it has something to do with the hormone treatments the doctor is administering. Anyway, she's friskier now than on our honeymoon." Ken replied as he clicked on another revealing picture. They both laughed. There was no turning back now. Both men were rock hard as Ken shared the last photo. Carol was resting on her back, legs spread wide, her fingers gently pulling her lips open. Stan almost climaxed in his pants! "You're the luckiest man I know, Ken." "Ever thought what it would be like to make love to Carol?" Ken asked. "Oh, come on Ken we're friends. I'd never do that to you." Stan replied unconvincingly. The truth was he'd thought about it many times. In fact, that was just what he was thinking about at that very moment. "I'm not talking about doing it to me. I'm talking about you doing it to Carol." Ken chuckled. Ken had fantasized about watching his wife with another man for several years. In the beginning it was just a harmless fantasy that he enjoyed reading about in adult magazines. He didn't dare share those fantasies with Carol. That all changed, however, when she discovered his cache of favorite story clippings. She was upset after reading several of the stories. All the usual questions followed. How could her husband enjoy reading those stories? Was he thinking about having an affair? Wasn't he attracted to her anymore? These questions and many more made her angry and by the time Ken got home that night she was locked and loaded. He assured her that he wasn't interested in another woman. He talked about how much he truly loved her and would never do anything to hurt her or their marriage. Finally, Ken confessed that his favorite fantasy was to watch her with another lover. Carol had told him that would never happen and to start looking for a new fantasy. "Guys, come on down. Dessert is ready." Carol yelled from the foot of the stairs. Stan and Ken laughed like schoolboys caught smoking cigarettes in the bathroom. Ken closed the picture viewer and shut down the computer. Later that night, Stan settled down in front of his television to watch an adult movie on late night Cinemax. When one particularly hot love scene began to unfold his mind drifted to thoughts of Carol and those darn pictures. He unzipped his pants and masturbated. As the woman in the movie began to climax, he imagined it was Carol and then in an instant he was climaxing, too. At that very moment, Ken was playing the recording for Carol. She sat on the edge of the bed listening to Stan's comments about her breast being hot. Her face turned various shades of red as the realization of what Ken had shared with their dear friend. She felt embarrassed and slightly angry with herself for agreeing to play along with Ken's fantasy. She had misjudged Ken's audacity. But there was another reaction, one that she could never admit to Ken. It excited her that Stan had seen her pictures. Later, they made love while listening to the tape. At Ken's insistence, Carol moaned Stan's name repeatedly pretending he was making love to her. Carol didn't see any harm in his meaningless game. Besides, it excited Ken and that heightened the intensity of their lovemaking. As Ken climaxed, Carol thought how surprisingly enjoyable it had become to fantasize another lover, at least once in awhile. The following Saturday, Stan was working in the garage when Ken pulled into the driveway. Ken got out of the car carrying a Wal-Mart bag. "Hi Ken." "Hey partner, I brought you something to look at when you have some free time." Ken said reaching the bag to Stan. Stan took the bag and peered inside. There was a vhs tape, a couple of what looked like adult magazines, and a disc. "What's this?" "It's just something for you to look at. Listen, I have to go into work this morning. Go ahead and look at it whenever you can." As Ken drove away he thought about Stan's comical expression as he peered into the bag. "Enjoy, Stan. It's just a matter of time before I work out all of the details." Ken laughed to himself, checked the rearview mirror, then reached down and squeezed his rock hard cock. Stan carried the bag into the house and pulled out the magazines. His heart raced as he flicked through the pages. It was filled with pictures, stories and advertisements for couples looking for other couples and singles. The video tape was marked "Personal for Stan." He slipped the tape into the vcr and settled down on the couch. The tape started immediately. Someone was standing in front of the camera moving it back and forth. The room was dimly lit and the camera focused on a king size sleigh bed. Carol was sitting up in bed wearing only a red pajama top. On the stand next to the bed was a tape recorder. He watched as she reached over and pressed the play button. It was his voice that echoed through the room. "That bastard recorded our conversation." Stan groaned. Stan leaned forward as Ken sprawled into bed next to Carol. He watched intently as his friends talked about the recording while gently caressing each other. Just like the night Ken showed Carol's pictures, Stan couldn't believe he was sitting there watching his best friends in such an intimate moment. He hit the stop button on the tape and ran over to the windows to close the curtains. Walking back to his favorite chair, he undid his pants and sat down wearing only his cotton briefs. Already, his cock was straining to break free. Stan watched as Carol and Ken rolled around in the bed exchanging kisses and hugs. When they were both naked he froze the frame on Ken. Not that he had any homosexual tendencies or anything, but he was just curious about size. Ken was slightly overweight and his tummy made his dick appear smaller. Stan guessed five or six inches at best. He glanced down at his cock, sucking his stomach in. He squeezed his six inches of thick cock and whispered, "If only God had blessed me with a bigger cock." Stan pressed play. Carol was hotter than hot. First, Ken was on top then they switched positions. Stan stroked merrily along as he watched. What the camera lacked in picture quality was more than offset by the quality of the sounds. It picked up every groan and sigh. He listened as he adjusted the brightness on the television. Little did he know he was about to get an even bigger surprise. "Say it!" Ken moaned looking up at his wife. "Stan!" Carol sighed. Stan stopped playing with himself. "Say it, Carol!" Ken responded forcefully. "Fuck me, Stan!" Carol moaned bouncing up and down on Ken's cock. "That's it Carol. Fuck Stan." Ken yelled thrusting his hips up into Carol. "I'm cumming, Stan." Carol shouted over and over. Stan reached down to touch himself just as stream of hot cum squirted up into the air. He jacked himself as Carol moaned his name. As the last drop of cum dribbled from his little head, he groaned, "Carol. Sweet, Carol." The rest of the afternoon was shot for Stan. His plans of working in the yard were out of the question. All he could think of was Carol. He watched the video several times and played the best parts in slow motion. The next month passed without incident. Stan was gone for two weeks working on an inventory problem at one of the company's divisions. Ken, meanwhile, continued filling Carol's head with fantasies involving other men. She felt dirty whenever they looked at adult "swinger" magazines or visited those types of websites. But she had given in to Ken's insistence. Ken knew deep down that Carol would never sleep around or have sex with a stranger. She was just too conservative. But, it had been lots of patience and gentle prodding that had gotten her to pose. He knew that it was a major accomplishment to then agree to let him show them to Stan. With some more patience and maybe with the right alignment of the moon and stars, he could convince her to play around with Stan. In Ken's mind, Stan was perfect. To be continued… Ken's Fantasy Ch. 2 The blowing air overhead made it easy to daydream. Stan began to map out his plans. First he would pick up his bags, ride the shuttle to long-term parking, and try to find his car. If the weather reports were correct, his car would be "hotter than hot." He chuckled to himself as his thoughts drifted to Carol. "Now, there's a woman that's hotter than hot." A fantasy quickly began to take form. She was waiting for him at the car. In an instant they were jumping into the backseat tearing at each other's clothes. Carol clutching his cock as she straddled him, guiding it to her pussy. They moaned in unison as he slipped inside. Small beads of sweat trickled between Carol's bouncing breasts. He leaned forward to capture her erect nipple with his mouth. "Sir, would you like something to drink?" Stan opened his eyes and looked up at the smiling flight attendant. "What would you like to drink?" "Coke, please," he replied. Fortunately for Stan, his hands were folded neatly across his lap. He pulled down the tray as the young woman poured his drink. He twisted in his seat as he sipped his coke. The "Fasten Your Seatbelt" sign flickered on as the pilot mumbled something about "prepare the cabin for arrival." Stan gazed out the window. He kept wondering about Ken and his role in all that had happened. Ken had shared the pictures of Carol at his computer. He had recorded their conversation and played it back to Carol as they made love. Then there was the damn video and Carol moaning his name. Stan took a deep breath as the plane touched down. "I wonder what Ken is planning next." ©©©© There was a small package hanging on the front door of Stan's house. Inside were a small cassette tape player and a card. Stan opened the card and read it carefully. "Please join us for dinner at 7PM this Saturday night." It was signed "Ken and Carol." Stan pushed the play button. "Was that good?" It was Ken's voice. Stan adjusted the volume. "Yes." Carol sighed "Guess whose going to be back in town this weekend." "I don't know." Carol replied. The bed squeaked as Ken whispered, "Your fantasy lover, Stan." Carol mumbled something unintelligible. Stan turned the volume higher. "I think it's time we take the next step, Carol." "And just what would the next step be?" "I think we ought to act on our fantasies." "You mean with Stan?" "Yes." Stan undid his pants and fumbled for his throbbing cock. "I should have never agreed to the pictures." Carol whispered. "But you did. This is what we've been talking about for months." "Actually, you've been doing most of the talking." "Okay, that may be true but it's much more than talk and you know it. Now, it's time to add a new twist to our fantasy." "I think this is a bad idea." "Remember how excited you were when I told you about sharing the pictures with Stan." "Yes." "What about those times we made love and you called out Stan's name. Your eyes were closed so tight that you had to be fantasizing that Stan was making love to you instead of me. Admit it!" "That was fantasy, Ken." "The truth is you climaxed while fantasizing about Stan. Now admit it." "Okay. But that doesn't mean I want to have an affair with Stan." "That's not what I'm saying, Carol." Stan hit the stop button and rewound the tape to the last part; "The truth is you climaxed while fantasizing about Stan. Now admit it." He listened carefully to Carol's enlightening response. "Okay. But that doesn't mean I want to have an affair with Stan." He couldn't believe his ears. The object of his many fantasies had just admitted she had an orgasm while fantasizing about him. The vision from the video flashed through Stan's mind. Carol riding up and down on Ken, screaming, "Stan, Stan, Stan" as she climaxed. He felt the tension beginning to build deep inside his balls. He continued listening to the tape. "I'm really afraid to ask what you're planning next. What makes you so sure he's interested anyway?" "Are you kidding? Stan would jump at the chance." "Damn right!" Stan yelled at the tape recorder. "He probably thinks you're sick for sharing those pictures." "What Stan thinks is you're hot, Carol." "I'm 45 years old. That doesn't exactly qualify for hot anymore." "Don't be ridiculous." There was a brief pause on the tape. "Do I dare ask what you're planning next?" Carol asked. "Well, I thought we'd invite Stan over for dinner and afterwards let the two of you get comfortable together." "What does 'get comfortable together' mean?" "Whatever my best friend and wife decide." "I think you're asking for trouble." "What could possibly go wrong?" "I can think of a few things." "Stan's perfect. Name another person that you would have felt comfortable sharing your pictures." "You know how I feel about Stan." "That's exactly why Stan is perfect, Carol." "Ken, you're not going to let this go are you?" "I don't want to let it go. Besides I think you're interested in a little flirting, too." "What if Stan wants more?" "That's even better." The tape stopped playing. Stan looked at Carol's handwriting as he stroked his cock. In a matter of seconds he let out a deep groan as cum squirted into the air. It splattered on the wood floor. Stan slumped forward on the counter stroking frantically glancing at his reflection in the patio sliding door. It was a comical site. His pants down around his ankles and his briefs pushed down to his knees. He glanced at his cock and moaned, "What a frightful sight." ©©©© Ken walked past the weight loss section scanning the products placed neatly on the shelves. "It has to be around here somewhere," he mumbled as he continued his search. Next to the pharmacist window he saw a display containing various medical products, including the items he sought. There seemed to be more brands to select from than he remembered. The pill had given Carol problems, so they used condoms in the early years of their marriage. After their daughter was born, Ken had a vasectomy. He hadn't bought condoms since the doctor gave him the "all clear" sign. Ken selected a box of Trojan lubricated condoms. He laughed to himself as he laid it in the basket next to the scented candles. ©©©© It was a quarter till seven and Stan was already parked in the driveway. Ken turned slowly and looked up the stairs. Carol had been up there for almost an hour. "Guess who's parked outside?" "He's here already? I'll be down in a minute." Carol yelled from the bedroom. Stan took a deep breath as he stared at his best friend's house. It was a two-story brick on a quiet cul-de-sac. He glanced up at the clear night sky. The second full moon of the month was slowly coming into view. The weatherman was forecasting temperatures into the low 40s. Stan grabbed the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat and mumbled, "Relax." "You didn't have to bring me flowers." Ken said as he opened the door. Both men laughed and exchanged handshakes. "Thanks for inviting me over, Ken." "We're so glad you could come." Ken smiled as he thought about what he had just said. Perhaps it was a Freudian slip or just coincidence. There wasn't any guarantees that anyone would "cum" tonight. "I never pass up a chance for a home cooked meal." "How was your trip?" "I'll have to go back next month to make sure everything is working out." "Carol's upstairs getting ready." Stan gazed up the staircase. "Did you listen to the tape?" Ken whispered. "Yes." Stan replied. "Then the ball is in your court." Ken said as he patted Stan on the shoulder. "We need to have a serious talk about what that means." Ken took a deep breath. This wasn't an unexpected question. He had been preparing himself for that question for a long time. Now that it was time to answer, he felt his naiveté rising to the surface. At least in fantasy it was easy to think about but this was entirely different. Ken was learning the first lesson of the night. The transition from fantasy to reality is not an easy one. "I thought we would just let the evening unfold and see what happens." Ken chuckled nervously as the words rolled off his lips. Of course that sounded much better than "I want you to fuck my wife." Stan quietly analyzed what Ken had just said. "The ball is in your court, let the evening unfold and see what happens," had an unmistakable meaning. It meant that his best friend was giving him the go ahead to "take the next step." It all made perfect sense. The pictures, the recordings, and the video were all previews leading up to this night. It's what he'd been masturbating about on a regular basis. "I want you to know that I wouldn't do anything to ruin our friendship." "I know, Stan. Haven't you been fantasizing about Carol since I showed you the computer pictures?" "Actually, I started fantasizing about Carol long before the pictures." "Touché!" Ken laughed patting Stan on the shoulder. Stan looked nervously at his best friend. "There is something you need to know." "What's that?" Stan asked. "When I first approached Carol about this fantasy she was madder than hell. Overtime she slowly warmed up to the idea. But you need to know that it was Carol that mentioned your name first." "I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything." ©©©© Carol's stomach felt queasy as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. It was time to go down and greet Stan. She fingered her hair back behind her left ear. She was pleased with her new chin-length haircut despite the few strands of white flickered in between her blonde hair. Her hair was shorter than Ken liked, but it made her feel young and that was a good feeling. Carol took one last glance in the mirror, straightening her Y-back dress. It was made of a stretchy polyester/spandex mix that emphasized her 5'8", 135-pound frame. She straightened the straps on her shoulders, then ran her hand down the front flattening her stomach. It was shorter than she was accustomed to and that meant she would have to be extra careful. Finally satisfied, she picked up the bottle of perfume and sprayed her wrist. "Time for the big date." She whispered taking one last glance in the mirror. Stan was standing next to Ken at the bottom of the stairs. "Hi Stan." Both men turned and gazed up the stairs. "Hello, Carol." Stan replied. Each had a different reaction to Carol's outfit. Ken's face turned bright red as he realized the black dress was way too short. Stan on the other hand was delighted. After his eyes moved up past the hem of her dress, he noticed how good she looked with short hair. But it was her legs that captivated both men's attention. There was something seductive about watching those long tanned legs gliding down the stairs. Carol, meanwhile, was more concerned about getting to the bottom of the stairs. The look on her husband's face made her nervous. Stan's expression spoke volumes. In the back of her mind all she could think about was falling down like a dunce. Stan held out the bouquet of flowers and Carol blushed. "Thank you, Stan. They're beautiful." "I had them flown in fresh for a very lovely lady." Stan replied. Carol hugged Stan and kissed his cheek. They both giggled like teenagers and that made Ken feel out of place. Stan winked at Ken as he pressed his hands firmly around Carol's lower back. The sight of his wife and best friend embracing made his stomach churn. Carol broke the embrace and carried the bouquet into the kitchen. Stan turned to Ken and whispered, "Wow." All Ken could do was smile. Dinner was excellent. But the conversation was slightly lopsided. At least that's how Ken felt. For the first time since they had been friends, Stan dominated the conversation. Carol seemed captivated by Stan's charm. Ken was starting to have second thoughts. This wasn't exactly how he imagined the evening would unfold. In his fantasy, he played a major role directing and guiding Stan and Carol together. At this rate, they wouldn't need any direction. Carol was doing her best to be attentive to Stan. She wanted him to feel welcomed and encouraged him with her words and body language. She sat facing him, smiling and nodding her head frequently. Ken wasn't saying much and that made her a little apprehensive. She rationalized he was being quiet to give her time to grow comfortable with Stan. If only they had worked out some signs or signals. When dinner was over, Stan helped Carol carry the dishes into the kitchen. "I'm going to clean the grill." Ken yelled as he opened the back door. "Do you need some help, Ken?" "No, you stay and visit with Carol." Stan picked up a half-empty bowl of mashed potatoes from the table and joined Carol in the kitchen. She was busy putting leftovers in Ziploc bags. Stan rinsed the bowl in the sink and stacked it in the dishwasher. He turned to watch Carol. She was the type of woman his mother had referred to as a "keeper." She was conservative, a good housewife and wonderful mother. As far as Stan knew, she didn't drink alcohol or smoke. In fact, he couldn't ever remember hearing her curse. She just wasn't the type that would cheat on Ken or do anything sinful. But here she was wearing a short dress. He'd never seen her in anything shorter than knee length. Whenever she turned her back, Stan watched the hem of her dress rise and fall as she moved around the kitchen. The Y-back dress had a small rhinestone at the fork of the Y and beneath it the faint outline of a zipper that went down to her hips. He began to plot how easy it would be to unzip the dress. Removing the rhinestone would be something he'd have to figure out later if given the opportunity. How Ken had gotten her to this point was a real mystery. Somehow Ken had persuaded her to travel into uncharted territory. All Stan could think was how lucky he was to have been chosen to travel along on their journey. Now the ball was in his court. He remembered reading somewhere that the most direct route to a woman's panties is to talk, talk, and talk. Taking a deep breath, he thought, "Okay this is what you've been waiting for, Stan. Now, go for it." ©©©© The night air chilled Ken. He wouldn't be able to stay outside long. He could only guess that Stan was complimenting Carol on a nice evening meal. He turned and listened to his neighbor calling her dog. When he turned his attention back to the kitchen, Stan and Carol had moved closer. The house had large windows and that made it easy to peek inside. ©©©© "Okay, it's all done." Carol said as she finished wiping off the stove. She draped the decorative wash cloth on the sink. "That was a wonderful meal, Carol." "Thank you, Stan." "I'm so happy that you invited me over tonight." Stan whispered as he slowly reached out and placed his hand on top of hers. "Ken and I enjoy your company, too." Carol replied as she pulled her hand away from Stan. But Stan reached forward and squeezed her hand, slowly massaging the area between her fingers. His hands felt warm and it sent a tingle up her arm. She spread her fingers letting his dance around her knuckles. Stan tweaked her diamond wedding ring back and forth. Carol gazed up into Stan's sparkling eyes. He was slightly taller than Ken. His gray hair and crows feet added to his distinguished appearance. He was masculine but not macho or pushy. Stan was thoughtful and always remembered birthdays and other special events. He was charming and a perfect gentleman. He wasn't crossing any boundaries and she wouldn't have to worry about him pushing her into something that she wasn't ready to be pushed into. "You're beautiful Carol." Stan whispered as he tugged her hand. Carol forced a smile. "I mean it, Carol." Time to change the subject. "I couldn't help but notice how much weight you've lost." Carol responded nervously. "I've been working out on a treadmill." "You look good." Carol replied. "I wish Ken would lose a few pounds. What made you start working out?" "You did, Carol." Carol blushed. "I'm serious." Stan continued rubbing her fingers. "When I went through that awful divorce with my bitch wife, you and Ken were the only ones that stood by my side." "I never liked her." Carol replied. Stan stroked her hand measuring each response while trying to muster enough courage to continue. He wanted to take her in his arms. But for the moment he was content with moving slowly and methodically. One thing was certain; he didn't want to do anything that might endanger their special friendship. "I just feel so special being here with you, Carol." "You are special, Stan." "Carol, I really care about you." Carol blinked her eyes several times. Sensing an opportunity, Stan stepped around the counter and pulled her into his arms. Carol looked up at Stan wide eyed, then rested her head on his shoulder taking in the enjoyable feeling of his strong arms and the warmth that radiated from his body. Stan savored the seductive fragrance of her perfume. For a brief moment they embraced without saying a word. Then, as if on cue, they both turned their faces together and kissed. It was a gentle kiss, a brief smacking of the lips and nothing more. Carol blinked her eyes several times. When she didn't protest, Stan pressed his lips against hers pulling Carol tighter into his arms sucking her lower lip into his mouth. Carol let out a deep sigh when their lips finally parted. She rested her hands on his waist and squeezed with all her might as he kissed her again. Stan pushed her back against the island counter. ©©©© Ken stood opened mouth. His emotions mixed. On one hand he was ecstatic that Carol was responding. But on the other, he was feeling the first pangs of jealousy. He hadn't even considered that watching Carol and Stan together might make him jealous. ©©©© Stan raised his hands slowly up Carol's side. When he stopped at her armpits she let out a deep laboring sigh. The palms of his hands gently brushed against her breasts as they moved back down the length of her side. The skin on her arms felt warm and inviting and when she didn't resist he ran his hands back up under her arms pits and squeezed gently, only this time he made sure that his hand squeezed the side of her breasts. Each tantalizing touch sent pleasurable waves rippling through her body. "It's not supposed to feel this good," Carol thought as her knees weakened. She hated that expression about "weak knees" especially when she read those words in an erotic story. But that's exactly how she felt. Her breasts ached as he pressed gently underneath her arms. "He's teasing me," she thought. Then as if he had read her mind, Stan moved his hands to the front and squeezed Carol's breasts. "God!" Carol cried out wrapping her arms around his neck. Stan jerked his hands away. Carol stood opened mouth with eyes shut tight. That was hardly the expression of someone wanting him to stop, so he squeezed her breasts again focusing his eyes on the clingy material of her dress. He was a little disappointed that she was wearing a strapless bra. The padding made it difficult to get a good feel but that wasn't going to deter his enthusiasm one bit. Carol squirmed and sighed as he massaged each breast. It was just like he had fantasized time and time again. ©©©© Ken clutched the deck railing as if holding on for dear life. He was fighting the urge rush back into the house. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "This is what you wanted," he said out loud. When he reopened his eyes, Carol was pressed against the island counter with her arms crossed around Stan's neck. Stan's hands were busy fondling her breasts. From this position he could see her face and the all too familiar expressions of pleasure. It was a disturbing site and one that Ken wouldn't soon forget. Ken's Fantasy Ch. 2 Ken closed his eyes again fighting the barrage of emotions. As he opened his eyes, Carol and Stan had changed positions. Now it was Stan's face that he could see and it was lit up like a little kid playing with a new toy. Only the toy he was playing with was Carol's breast. Or at least it had been. Now, Stan's hands were wrapped around her back. They were busy kissing but it was the slithering movement of Stan's hands that caught Ken's attention. Carol arched her back as Stan's fingers pressed the small of her back. Stan pulled her tightly into him with his left arm before continuing lower with his right hand. In an instant Stan was squeezing her butt with both hands. Ken turned and looked out into the darkness of the backyard. ©©©© "It's not supposed to be this easy," Carol thought as Stan played with her butt. No man other than Ken had ever touched her like this before. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She had dated a football player in high school. Her mom had encouraged her to date him because he attended church and was a member of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes. One night at the drive-in theater they had wound up in the back seat of his Chevy SS for some very serious and risky petting. At seventeen, she was discovering the many pleasures of a man's touch especially when kissed around the neck and ears. But it was his fingers inside her pussy that had given her that first orgasm. He was all over her after that but he hadn't planned ahead. She resisted letting him "put it in her just for a second or two." But just as she was about to let him, he squirted on her leg and the back seat. She remembered how she described it to one of her closest friends as "messy and hot and how it clung together like spit." They broke up shortly after that date. It was probably a good thing because later in the school year he had gotten a fifteen-year-old cheerleader pregnant. ©©©© Stan reached lower to feel the warmth of her legs. Carol almost bolted from his arms, but his grip was firm. He continued kissing her neck and ears, finally covering his mouth over hers. Carol was making little whimpering sounds as their tongues darted back and forth. Stan's hands were busy squeezing and feeling her thighs and butt. Any modesty that Carol had maintained to this point was hopelessly lost. Then a finger slipped between her panties and skin and moved around to the front. Stan could feel her pubic hair as he moved closer. "Stop!" Carol shouted pushing Stan away. "I can't do this anymore." Stan fell back against the sink and watched in shock and disappointment as Carol raced out of the kitchen. Ken rushed in. "What happened?" "I don't know." Stan answered. "She said stop and I stopped." To be continued... Ken's Fantasy Ch. 3 Stan popped the video in the VCR and settled down in his easy chair. The tape began to play and there was sweet Carol sitting on the bed. He stared intently as Carol seductively exposed more and more of her body. “Carol, you’re hotter than hot.” Stan moaned as he unzipped his pants and slowly rubbed his aching cock. He pressed the slow motion button and savored the sight of his best friend’s wife pulling her chemise up over her head. Stan yanked his shirt up around his nose taking in the sweet scent of Carol’s lingering perfume. He had come so close. Now, he would have to settle for the next best thing. Stan closed his eyes and began reliving each moment of his evening with Carol and Ken. In his mind, however, he fast forwarded to the moment he was alone with Carol. They had been embracing and everything seemed so spontaneous. He opened his eyes and stared at Carol’s naked body. The video was already starting to show signs of wear as a horizontal line slowly scrolled down the screen. He froze the video on Carol’s breasts and stroked his cock. He remembered how firm they felt through the thin materiel of her dress. Stan pressed play again and watched Ken slide into bed next to Carol. Instead of foreplay, his best friend pushed Carol onto her back and began fucking her in earnest. Stan stroked along focusing on the sights and sounds of love making. Stan adjusted the volume as his favorite part approached. Once again the annoying horizontal line scrolled down the screen. Ken rolled over and Carol straddled him guiding his cock into her pussy. “Say it.” Ken moaned looking up at his wife. “Stan.” Carol gasped. “Say it again.” Ken responded forcefully. Stan adjusted the volume. “Oh, Stan. Fuck me!” “That’s it Carol. Fuck Stan.” Ken yelled thrusting his cock up into Carol. “Stan! Oh, Stan! Fuck me!” “Yeah, fuck Stan.” Ken groaned. “You’re making me cum, Stan! You’re making me cum!” Carol screamed. “Cum on my dick, Carol.” Stan grunted as he jacked his cock. “I’m cumming, Stan.” Carol yelled. Stan watched Carol’s hip gyrate side to side grinding herself into Ken. Her breasts jiggled violently until the climactic moment peaked and then she slumped forward on Ken’s chest. Stan closed his eyes and just like a hundred times before he climaxed, too.  Ken sat in his office staring out the window. His in-box was full but all he could think about was his wife in Stan’s arms. It had been over a month since the dinner and the memory was still fresh. He closed his eyes and everything raced back in living color. First there was Carol walking down the stairs in that unbelievably short black dress. Then later in the kitchen, Stan holding Carol, kissing her, playing with her breasts, and finally, pulling her dress up to feel inside her panties. If only she hadn’t made him stop. He opened his eyes and squeezed the bulge in his pants. Ken took a deep breath and placed the call.  Stan sat quietly reviewing the monthly financial reports. The ratios were way out of whack and that meant extra hours trying to figure out what went wrong. He was growing tired of the constant headaches of dealing with the board. These number wouldn’t make it any easier. “Ken Jones is on line three.” His secretary buzzed. Stan smiled and picked up the phone. “Hi Ken.” “How’s business?” “Not good, the competition’s winning this month.” “I think you need a break, Stan.” “What I need is a month long vacation away from this place.” “I hear you.” “I keep thinking things are going to get better but it’s the same old shit over and over.” “It’s only going to get worse if the economy doesn’t improve.” “Let’s not go there.” “Sounds like you need to get laid, Stan.” “You got that right.” Stan replied, then added, “How’s Carol?” Realizing that he had just made a major Freudian slip, Stan quickly continued, “I didn’t mean for that to come out that way.” “Of course you did.” Ken replied. Both men laughed. “I was wondering if you would be interested in getting together again?” “I was afraid that you and Carol were still upset about the last time.” “No way. I figured the best thing to do was give Carol some time. I think we’re both ready to try it again.” “What do you have in mind?” “I know this is late notice, but Carol and I are going to spend next week in Pigeon Forge. I thought you might enjoy a weekend away, too.” “Sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.” “It might be a chance for you and Carol to pick up where you left off.” “Are you serious?” “Absolutely. I’ll email the directions this afternoon.”  “I invited Stan down for the weekend.” “You did what?” Carol sat her coffee cup on the kitchen table. Her eyebrows raised a little. It was an expression that even after twenty-two years of marriage left Ken unsure of what it meant. One thing was certain, she didn’t appear to be too excited about inviting Stan to the cabin. “I asked Stan to spend the weekend with us.” Ken repeated. “You never give up do you?” Ken chuckled nervously. “I talked with him today and he sounded pretty stressed. I thought he could use the break.” “I don’t think vacationing with Stan is a good idea.” “I think it’s a great idea.” “I thought we were finished with the Stan fantasy.” There was a long silence. Finally, Ken turned and stared out on to the deck. “I can’t begin to explain what a turn on it was watching you with Stan.” Carol stared at her husband. His voice sounded shaky. “I was standing right there watching you and Stan kiss.” Ken continued pointing to the grill. “And none of that made you the least bit jealous?” “I admit it made me a little bit jealous.” “Then that should tell you something.” Carol replied. “It tells me how exciting it was, Carol. I can’t chase those images from my mind and I’m willing to bet that if you’re completely honest with yourself it was just as pleasurable for you, too.” Carol turned her head away. She had indeed thought about it many times. How could she forget an evening like that? Actually, Stan had made it impossible to forget that night. He had been sending her flower arrangements every other day. The delivery guy was already starting to get suspicious. She smiled as she looked at the recent delivery. Stan was a hopeless romantic, or at least that’s what she thought. Carol closed her eyes. Stan had taken her to the edge and it left her feeling sinfully good. She crossed her legs as she remembered the pleasurable sensations as his finger eased inside her panties and gently grazed her pubic area. But it had been his bulging groin pressed against her leg that sent her fleeing from his arms. She had shouted, “Stop!” “Carol, are you okay?” Ken asked. Carol opened her eyes. “Ken, I’m afraid that you’re asking for trouble.” “You’ve said that before and everything was just fine.” “We should have never shared our fantasies with Stan. These are our private fantasies and they’re not meant to be shared with other people.” “We’re talking about Stan. He’s special and you know it. All I’m saying is let’s give it another try and see what happens.” Carol glared at Ken until he shrugged his shoulders and reached out to touch her hand. She jerked it away and crossed her arms. He knew she was upset and for the moment he wouldn’t press his luck. At least she hadn’t said, “No.”  The drive to Pigeon Forge took about three hours. Stan was surprised at how much things had changed. When he and his ex-wife visited back in the late 70s the area was just beginning to grow. He glanced at the map. He was getting close.  Carol paced back and forth in the bedroom loft. She walked to the edge and leaned against the smooth log railing. It was a beautifully decorated log cabin. The owners had a definite flair for decorating. Antiques filled each room giving the cabin a comfortable country feeling. The large fireplace downstairs was made of river rock that’s so common in the area. Ken had built a fire earlier and now the burning wood added to the fresh cabin smells. The wood popped and cracked. The front bay windows provided a breathtaking view of the mountains. Outside, she could see smoke rising from the grill. Carol turned and looked at the king size sleigh bed. It was so large that it took up most of the space in the small loft bedroom. On one side there was a full length mirror. Carol glanced at her reflection and ran her hands down the front of her dress. Ken had begged her to wear the black mini dress again, but she had intentionally left it at home. She walked over to the bed and laid down staring up at the skylight. At night the moon and stars shined brightly, illuminating the room. It was so peaceful. Carol began to think about the weekend and Stan. Questions raced through her mind. Why did thoughts of playing with Stan turn her husband on so much? How had something so forbidden become a turn on? Wasn’t he satisfied with her anymore? What about their marriage vows and especially the part about “forsaking all others?” Carol wished that she hadn’t consented to Ken’s fantasies. In the beginning fantasizing about Stan was repugnant. Gradually Ken had worn her down and she slowly began to warm up to the idea. Now, it was a real turn on for her, too. Carol sat up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. A small gold cross hung around her neck. It sparkled in the light and that made her pause for a moment. Carol remembered her Sunday school teacher and the lessons about lusting in the heart and how it was the same thing as committing adultery. But was this really adultery? Carol got up and walked into the bathroom. She sprayed perfume on her neck and wrists. What if something did happen with Stan? How would she react this time? It had become way too easy to fantasize about such things. What if Stan insisted on more than a teasing kiss? Would she be able to say no? Would she want to say no? What if Ken wasn’t comfortable? Would he want her to say no? If he did, how would she know? The sound of a car horn startled Carol. It was Stan. He would be spending the night and this time she wouldn’t have anywhere to run. Carol felt nauseous and lunged toward the toilet. All the day’s anxiety and the bologna sandwich she had for lunch came gurgling up through her throat. She dropped to her knees, pressing her hand against her forehead.  “Hi, Stan.” Ken yelled. “I see you found us.” “Your directions were great.” Stan replied as he stepped out of the car. “Those are some big steaks.” “They’re just about done.” The men stood together watching the smoke rising up encircling the steaks. “This place is just what the doctor ordered.” Stan said as he surveyed the hills and cabin. “It’s very pastoral.” “This cabin was the last one to go in.” “It’s a great spot.” Stan replied. “The next cabin is way over there.” Ken said pointing to a cabin in the distance. “You can just barely make out the roof.” “This is great.” “Carol’s been up early every morning running. I don’t know if I mentioned this before, but she’s training for the big river 10 K next month. She has a shot at finishing in the top three in her age group.” “That’s pretty amazing. Most women reach their 40s and then it’s all down hill.” “Yeah, like their breasts.” Ken replied. Both men laughed. “Well, Carol went through a tough period for awhile. Finally, her doctor gave her some mid-life hormone medicine and it’s completely turned her around. She has so much energy that it’s a challenge trying to keep up with her, if you know what I mean.” “I bet you’re loving every minute of it.” “Without a doubt.” Stan turned and stared up at the cabin. “Ken, this is a little uncomfortable but we need to talk about this weekend.” Ken turned slowly and looked at his best friend. So, Stan felt a little uncomfortable. Hell, he was uncomfortable, too. For most of the afternoon, Ken had been hoping Stan would call and cancel. Even now there was a little voice urging him to tell Stan to hit the road. That same voice tried to convince him that Carol’s body wasn’t for sharing and to forget the whole thing. There was a stronger voice, however, and it was saying not to have any doubts. No time for second thoughts. “This is uncomfortable for me, too.” Ken replied. “I don’t know what to say. I’ve been thinking about this all the way down here. I need to know that you are really okay with this?” It was a fair question. But Ken didn’t answer right away. Instead he cut into the steaks to make sure they were done. Satisfied, he stacked them on the plate. “I haven’t changed my mind, Stan. I’m not sure how things will go this weekend. But I do know that I am absolutely sure that whatever happens, we’ll still be friends tomorrow. All I want is for everyone to have a good time and that you treat Carol respectfully, regardless of what happens.” Ken’s hands were shaking so bad that for a moment Stan thought he was going to drop the plate. “I promise to treat Carol respectfully.”  “Look whose here, Carol.” Carol was standing by the sink making mashed potatoes. “I was beginning to think you had gotten lost.” Carol replied. “No, it just took a little longer than I expected.” “Well, we’re glad you made it.” Stan admired Carol’s slim figure. Her short blonde hair hung neatly around her collar. It reminded him of a famous teenage ice skater that he worshiped as a kid. As she turned, her dress opened a little at the bottom exposing her tanned legs. Carol smiled as they embraced. She smelled good. “It’s good to see you, Stan.” “I’ve been looking forward to this weekend for a long time.” “We have too.” Carol replied. “I love you, Carol.” Stan whispered pressing his lips against her forehead. “I love you, too.”  It’s funny how the word “love” has so many different meanings. Stan wasn’t referring to the type of love that Ken and Carol shared. He was talking about sexual love. In Stan’s mind, love meant only one thing, ripping Carol’s clothes off and fucking her in every conceivable position until he squirted cum deep inside her pussy. He used the word too freely. Carol, on the other hand, had an entirely different meaning of love. Her love included things like long term friendships, commitment, walks along the lake, sitting together in front of the fireplace, holding hands and talking softly. For Carol, sexual intimacy was the fruit of these things. If she made love to Stan, and that was a very big if, it would be a long lasting expression of her feelings for Stan.  During dinner, they laughed and talked and with each passing moment reaffirmed why they were such good friends. They were genuinely comfortable together. They talked about work, politics, friends, Carol’s running, and even Stan’s ex wife. Ironically, Stan shared how angry he felt when he caught his wife in bed with another man. Strange how one man’s misfortune is another man’s fantasy. Ken and Stan shared similar but unspoken thoughts about the weekend. Would they be comfortable enough to take the next step? How would they get started? Who would take the lead? Would Carol be amenable to Stan? Would Ken encourage and then leave them alone to consummate their special friendship? Or, would he insist on watching? Would he be okay with the consummation? Carol, meanwhile, thought of ways to call the whole thing off. She could always say she had just started her period. But Ken would know better since her last period ended on Wednesday.  After dinner, Carol and Ken sat together on the front porch swing. They watched Stan walk down to his car and get out his bags. Off in the distance lightning streaked across the sky followed by the low rumble of thunder. Ken wrapped his arm around Carol as she snuggled against him. “Still mad at me for inviting Stan?” Carol took a deep breath and replied, “No.” Ken squeezed Carol and kissed her cheek. They both watched Stan as he set the alarm on his car and then pick up the suitcase. “Are you ready to take the next step, Carol?” When she didn’t reply, Ken leaned forward and kissed his wife. “We’re only staying one more night, Stan.” Ken chuckled as Stan sat the suitcase down on the porch. “I know.” Stan replied. Stan unzipped the suitcase and pulled out a gift wrapped box. “Carol, I brought you something from my last business trip.” “You didn’t have to bring a gift.” “As much as I’ve been thinking about you lately.” Stan paused and looked at Ken nervously. Ken nodded his head and Stan continued, “I thought it was the right thing to do.” “Well, I hope you won’t be offended.” Stan replied as he handed Carol the box. “Should I be?” Carol replied. “It’s kind of personal.” Carol removed the wrapping paper and opened the box. White tissue covered the silky material underneath. She folded the tissue back and then pulled out a beautifully flowered knee-length silk robe. “Oh Stan, it’s beautiful.” “There’s more.” Carol draped the robe on her lap then removed the next layer of tissue. Underneath was a light blue chemise with tiny spaghetti straps. Carol smiled as she held it up and then pressed the silky lingerie against her face. Stan motioned for her to remove the next layer. Carol pulled out a matching pair of thong panties. “Why is it you guys find these things so attractive?” “We’re dirty old men.” Ken replied. Carol blushed as she folded the lingerie neatly back inside the box. “I hope you’re not offended.” “Of course not, Stan. I like it a lot. Well, that is, except for the panties.” “Then don’t wear panties.” Ken replied. Carol punched Ken and everyone laughed. Rain began to fall on the cabin. “I think you should go upstairs and try it on, Carol.” Ken said. “Oh Ken, you’re terrible.” “I’m sure Stan didn’t buy that outfit for my pleasure only.” “I’d like to see you try it on, too.” Stan chimed in. Carol stood and stared blankly at her husband. When Ken nodded his head she turned and walked into the cabin. “You’re not upset about the outfit are you?” Stan asked. “Are you kidding?” Ken replied. “Great.” “I think this would be a good time for you to shave and shower. I don’t want you scratching her face or stinking up the place.” Ken said as he patted his friend on the shoulder. Both men laughed.  For a 52 year old man, Stan felt like a young teenager again. Instead of being calm and collected, he was a nervous wreck. In just a few minutes, the object of his many late night fantasies would appear wearing lingerie. He kept running through different scenarios and each one ended with Carol’s legs spread wide and his cock buried deep inside. The possibilities seemed endless. But he would follow her lead and not press his luck. If he could get passed first base with Carol tonight, who knows what might happen tomorrow night.  Carol was standing next to the bed holding the lingerie box. Ken took the box from her trembling hands and laid it on the bed. He turned and they embraced. Neither said a word. It was just a long silent hug. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” Carol whispered. “Yes, Carol.” Ken replied as he led his wife to the bathroom. Ken turned on the shower. “I love you, sweetheart.” Ken whispered. Then with the ease that comes with 22 years of marriage, Ken undressed his wife. When she was naked they stood together gazing at their reflection in the bathroom mirror. He pressed his hands under her breasts and kissed each nipple. Carol let out a little sigh. “You’re so beautiful, Carol.” Ken's Fantasy Ch. 3  Stan took his time shaving being careful not to cut his chin. Satisfied with his close shave, Stan jumped into the shower. He washed himself carefully, making sure that his butt and dick were nice and clean. He listened to the other shower as he dried off. Stan glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He had shaved his pubic area the day before and now it felt a little itchy. But there was a surprising benefit. His cock actually appeared to be bigger. Was it because he had shaved down there? Or, was it because those old veins were flowing with excited blood in anticipation of manipulation from something other than his right hand? Stan wrapped the towel around his waist and walked to the guest bedroom. Stan rubbed a light coat of deodorant under his arms and then splashed his face with Brut after shave. He combed his graying hair and finished by brushing up his eyebrows. Stan had bought new pajamas for the trip. After removing the tags, he ran the towel over his body one last time making sure he was good and dry especially between his legs. He slipped on a new pair of silky boxer shorts and the pajama top. He would leave the pajama bottoms in the suitcase.  Carol waved the hair dryer back and forth as she watched Ken step into the shower. Ken’s cock was hard and that excited her. Carol turned the hair dryer off and walked naked into the bedroom and slipped on the thong panty. She stood in front of the full length mirror. The thong fit nicely in front but it exposed the stretch marks in her butt. She slipped the chemise over her head and shoulders. It looked good, but it could have been a little bit longer. It barely covered her butt. Carol leaned forward and the chemise rose up exposing her thong panty. “Guys are slimes.” Carol whispered as she put the robe on and tied the belt in a neat bow. Glancing one more time at the mirror, the robe hung down to just above her knees. Ken was drying off when she joined him in the bathroom. “Carol, you’re outfit is stunning.”  Stan walked out of the guest bedroom and stared up into the loft. No sign of Carol or Ken. He could see someone’s shadow on the ceiling but it was too dark to make out whether it was Carol or Ken. He paced back and forth and then decided the best strategy was to sit on the sofa. He would wait for Ken to make the next move. Ken lit the scented candles. Now, the only other lighting came from the eerie glow of the downstairs fireplace. The storm was over now and only the light pitter-patter of rain drops hitting the skylight could be heard. It was time to start everything in motion.  Carol stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was cooperating tonight and even she was satisfied with how good it looked. Ken had asked her to go heavy on the makeup, but Carol had already decided to go light. Finally satisfied, she stood and straightened her robe. She walked to the door and then remembered that Ken had instructed her to turn off the bathroom lights before coming out. Carol took a deep breath and flicked off the light. Her hand shook as she turned the door knob. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the dimly lit room. There was a dark figure standing just outside the door. “Hi sweetheart.” Ken whispered as he pulled her into his arms. Carol sighed, as if letting all the day’s stress out. “I love you, Carol.” “I love you, too.” They kissed. Carol draped her arms around Ken letting her head fall back as he nibbled and kissed her neck. It felt good and for the moment there were no thoughts of Stan. Ken squeezed Carol’s breasts and she let out another deep sigh. The robe slowly came undone as Ken tugged and pressed his hands against the silky materiel. “You smell so good and I love this outfit.” Ken moaned. “We better stop. Stan might here us.” “I don’t care.” Ken replied. Before Carol could reply Ken slipped his middle finger between her panties and in an instant he was penetrating her moist lips. Ken wrapped his free arm around Carol’s back and held her up as she tried in vain to squat down against his finger. He increased the speed of his finger gliding in and out of Carol. She was on the verge and there was no stopping now. He smiled to himself as she covered her mouth and tried to muffle her cries of pleasure. “Oh God.” Carol moaned. “Cum for me baby.” Ken grunted as he thrust his wiggling finger inside his wife. Carol moaned as she climaxed. When it was over her legs felt wobbly. Ken guided her to the foot of the sleigh bed. She wanted more, but Ken had other plans. He straightened her outfit then held her tightly. As he massaged her back, he stared off into the corner of the room. In the darkness of that corner, Stan squeezed his bulging cock. Ken took a deep breath, kissed his wife, then motioned for Stan to come forward. With her back turned to the corner, Carol was completely unaware of Stan’s presence. As Stan stepped out of the darkness, he moved slowly and quietly just as Ken had instructed. He stopped when he got with in arms length of Carol. Ken’s hands were busy rubbing her back and he was whispering something that Stan could not make out. “I want you to cum like that with Stan.” Ken whispered. Ken placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back until she almost touching Stan. Carol jumped when Stan rested his hands on her waist. But Ken stepped forward and kissed her lips. It was an awkward moment, the three of them standing in such close proximity. “I love you, Carol.” Ken whispered. “Ken?” Carol mumbled as Ken pressed his lips against hers. Ken stepped back still holding Carol’s outstretched arms. Stan’s face was just inches from Carol’s neck. Ken shook free from his wife. He watched as Stan slid his arms around Carol’s waist and pulled her back against him. Carol managed to keep her eyes locked on Ken as if searching for a sign. Stan, meanwhile, nibbled her right ear lobe. It was an erogenous zone that Ken had manipulated very effectively with great rewards during their marriage. Now, Stan was nibbling there and all she could do was close her eyes and tilt her head to the side like she had done a thousand times before with Ken. It felt wonderful! Stan untied the belt around her waist and opened the robe. He pressed his mouth firmly against Carol’s lips and slipped the robe from her shoulders. Stan stared at her erect nipples pressed through the thin chemise. It was a sight too hard to resist. Carol cried out as Stan squeezed and then gently tweaked her nipples through the thin silky material of her chemise. When she leaned back slightly, one of the spaghetti straps slipped down her arm exposing her breasts. Stan leaned forward and sucked as much of her breast as he could into his mouth. “Oh, Stan!” Carol sighed. Ken stumbled back against the wall. His legs and arms were shaking uncontrollably. He reached for the dresser and tried to steady himself. The sight of his wife’s breast in Stan’s mouth made his heart go ninety miles an hour. His emotions were very different this time. Now, he could hear the sounds of their sighs and breathing. He could also see the pleasurable expressions on Stan’s face as he suckled Carol. But it was Carol’s laboring sighs and heavy breathing that made it almost unbearable. Those were the sounds that only he and Carol had shared. Hearing her making those sounds was more than he bargained for and he fought the urge to run from the room. Instead, he closed his eyes. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop the sounds. “Carol, you’re beautiful.” Stan whispered as he reached up and raised the remaining spaghetti strap. He paused for a moment as if expecting her to resist. Instead she took a deep breath. Stan pulled the strap down her arm freeing her other breast. Stan walked her back to the side of the bed and pushed her back onto the bed. It was the sight he had fantasized on countless nights. The chemise around her waist excited him and he pulled it over her legs. When it was free, he pressed the material against his face and inhaled her sweet perfume. The bedsprings squeaked noisily as he crawled into bed next to Carol. Ken opened his eyes and there was his sweet wife with her hands draped up over Stan. Stan was busy kissing, sucking and squeezing her breasts while his other hand was pushing her thong panty down. Ken blinked several times as Stan sat up and then pulled her panties off. Now, his wife was naked with Stan. It was sight he had fantasized about but now it seemed strangely different. Following Ken’s earlier example, Stan slipped his middle finger in Carol’s pussy. “Oh Stan!” Carol moaned. Carol spread her legs and arched her back savoring the pleasurable sensations of Stan’s finger. She was getting close and her breathing and sighs sent all the right signals. Stan lowered his mouth to her pubic area and sucked her thighs. When Stan’s licked her clit, Carol was over the edge. It was a good thing that the windows were closed and the other cabins were so far away. Carol bucked her hips and threw her legs side to side screaming so loud that Stan thought for a moment he was hurting her. “I’m not hurting you am I?” “No! Don’t stop!” Carol cried frantically. As Carol’s orgasm subsided, Ken wiped a tear from his eye. This wasn’t going at all like he planned. His earlier hard on had gone limp long before Carol climaxed. If only he could crawl between the chinking in the log walls. Reality was much harsher than fantasy. Unfortunately for Ken, it wasn’t over yet. Stan crawled up next to Carol and held her in his arms. They kissed gently while he ran his hand through her hair. She knew what he wanted and she assumed that Ken’s silence meant he wanted the same things. So, despite her misgivings she unbuttoned Stan’s pajama top. When the last button was undone, Stan quickly took off his top. Ken stood helplessly watching his wife run her hands over Stan’s chest. It was tough for him to watch her kiss and nibble on Stan’s nipples. Carol had done that many times for him. She always seemed infatuated with his nipples, especially the one that always managed to get rock hard. Ken’s heart pounded heavily as his wife moved her hand to the top of Stan’s shorts. “You better stay away from there unless you’re looking for trouble.” Stan moaned. “I like that kind of trouble.” Carol cooed. “Well, let me help you get into trouble.” Stan replied as he lifted his hips and then pulled his shorts off. Carol gasped at the sight of Stan’s cock. “You’re shaved.” Stan reached down and lifted his cock up into the air. It was, as he would describe it, just shy of seven inches. The knob shaped head glistened in the candle light and the shaft was smooth on top with several protruding blood vessels underneath. Carol was fascinated with how Stan’s cock looked in comparison to her husband’s hairy forest. “Doesn’t that make you itchy?” “Not at all.” Stan lied. Carol teasingly flicked his cock watching it bounce up and down. “If you don’t stop teasing I’ll have to find somewhere to put this thing.” Carol flicked his cock again. “I warned you, Carol.” Stan replied. Carol giggled as she scooted up in the bed trying to get away from Stan. Stan got up on all fours and scrambled after her. The bed squeaked loudly as they wrestled and played with each other. This went on for several minutes. Whenever Stan managed to get Carol spread eagle, she would find a way to squirm free. Finally, Stan wore Carol’s playful defenses down. “Now I’ve got you.” Stan shouted as he towered up over Carol. “Wait just a minute.” Carol moaned as Stan’s weight pressed down on her. “Please don’t make me stop, Carol.” Stan replied pushing his cock against her thighs. “I’m a little dry.” “What.” “I’m a little dry.” Carol answered pointing to a small table next to the bed. Stan jumped from the bed and reached for the small plastic bottle of “equate” personal lubricant. “Put that on.” Carol instructed as she pulled the sheets down. Stan opened the bottle and squirted several drops on his cock. Ken watched his wife hold the sheet in her right hand waiting for Stan to crawl back into bed. When Stan finished lubricating his cock he jumped right on top of Carol. The bedsprings squeaked again. Luckily for Ken, she very modestly pulled the sheet up over Stan’s back. At least he wouldn’t have to watch Stan’s cock going in and out of Carol. Carol reached down while spreading her legs and guided Stan’s cock head between her lips. He was slippery and that meant no discomfort during sex. It was the one thing she hated most about growing older. But with the help of a personal lubricant she could enjoy the pleasures of sex just like she did as a young housewife. Carol and Stan both grunted in unison as he slipped inside. But it was too much excitement for Stan. “Oh Carol, I can’t help it. I’m cumming!” Stan yelled frantically. Stan wrapped his arms up around Carol’s head and pounded away until he squirted deep inside Carol’s pussy. His orgasm lasted longer than the intercourse leading up to it. Stan lost his hard on almost immediately. “I’m so sorry, Carol.” “That’s okay, Stan.” “No, I’m serious. I am so sorry about this.” “Stan, listen to me it’s OKAY.” Carol replied forcefully patting his shoulders. “I’ll be better next time.” “I know you will, Stan. I know you will.” Carol crawled out of bed and immediately Stan’s cum oozed between her lips. “Thank God for vasectomies, Carol.” Stan chuckled as Carol walked to the bathroom holding her thong panty between her legs.