5 comments/ 34798 views/ 0 favorites Stacey's Daydreams Ch. 01 By: SEVERUSMAX Stacey got home after another day of exhausting work, typical of her life, and started to prepare a TV dinner, lacking the energy at the moment to do anything else. She would have to feed the baby, and wait for her husband to get home from another night out drinking after work. Honestly, she thought, is he ever going to care more about me than about his precious vodka? Just the week before, Stacey had the flu, but did her husband try to be there for her during her illness- hell no! Whatever happened to "in sickness and health"? Walter Pryce had vowed to "love and honor" her, but he thought of her as little more than the mother of his child and the source of the household's second income. She was a roommate and business partner, for all practical purposes, not a companion, mate, or lover. His great passion was booze. Just now, he came in the door. He didn't even notice her, but took off his jacket, headed to the kitchen, and got out a bottle of rum, another of his favorite drinks. Pouring himself a shot, he drank it up, and then headed to the bedroom, undressed, and jumped into bed, without saying "hello, honey" or anything else that night. Admittedly, not all evenings were this bad, but they had been getting worse every week. Walt had not even bothered to put the bottle back into the fridge. He left that for her to do, like everything else in the house. He did not live in this house, he just spent his nights there. Stacey knew better than to disturb him, as he would be angrier drunk than sober. Clearly, Walt had a growing drinking problem, and it was taking over his life. He had even almost gotten in trouble a couple of mornings for drinking with his breakfast (or without it), and then going to work half-sauced. Stacey was crying now, silently, as she reflected that Walt did not want or need her for anything now. She had tried to seduce him, and keep him home more on weekends, to no avail. Some of her female co-workers complained of their husbands wanting "too much" sex, but she secretly sympathized with the men. She wished that her husband would still want her, like he once did, before liquor became his favorite pastime. One of those husbands in particular intrigued her, one of those whose wife was among the complainers. Stacey felt at times like putting her in her place, and saying "Would you like some cheese with that wine?" Here was a strong, virile man, whose wife resented his advances! Stacey could not help thinking "If Leo's wife doesn't want him, I'll take him." Stacey had once tried to open up her marriage, but now she admitted that she was married to a drunken prude. She was fantasizing that Leo would initiate her, and introduce both of their spouses to kinky sex, threesomes, and swapping, all of which Walt considered wrong. Anal would be a nice touch, too, but again, Walter vetoed the idea of "going into that dirty hole". She was lucky if she ever got laid again. Stacey stopped wearing her ring, in the hopes that Leo would stop thinking of her as Walt's wife, and more as a woman, one worth pursuing perhaps. She knew that if he did, he would catch her easily. She tried to send a subtle message that she would be game for an affair, but so far, he had not moved on her. Perhaps he was still holding out hope for his marriage, as well as being unaware that hers was basically ruined. "Leo, do you not want me, either? What's wrong with me?" Stacey thought out loud, certain that Walt was too drunk and asleep to hear her. Stacey was just wrapping up work the next day, and getting ready to go home for more neglect at the hands of her husband, when Leo suddenly walked by, talking to his wife, Suzanne. Suzanne was a prudish bitch for sure, so why did Leo still try to preserve his marriage to her? She was rolling her eyes even as he spoke. It was like nothing that he said even had merit. "Hi, Stacey." Leo said as he passed by. Suzanne gave him a dirty look, as if she were saying "Don't dare touch her. You're mine." Stacey decided that she should take a chance, while he was angry at his wife, and she winked at him. Leo caught it, but said absolutely nothing. She had to wonder if that meant that he was just being careful, or he wasn't interested. She found out as he returned 15 minutes later, winking back at her on his way to the car. Her throat suddenly had lumps. What had she done? Was this a mistake? Was she able to have an affair, and actually handle it? What would happen if or when they got caught? Oh, well, she thought, it couldn't get worse. Leo gestured at Stacey to follow him. "We are going to shock my wife and your hubby out of their minds. Just wait until they see that they can't take us for granted anymore." He took her over into the conference room, which had clear, see-through glass windows. "Is this real, or another daydream?", Stacey asked herself, as she found her skirt being lifted above her waist, and her panties dropped to the floor. Leo's hands were massaging her pussy and ass. His fingers began to probe her holes. This felt too good to be real, but it also felt too real to be a dream. "Stacey, Stacey!" she suddenly heard Leo's voice. Stacey startled. She had been daydreaming. She was not with Leo, preparing for a risky sex act in plain view of others, but still at her desk, with Leo staring at her like something was wrong. Had she really invented it all in her own brain? "Stacey, you're drooling. Are you okay?" "Yes, Leo, sorry. I was just daydreaming." (Note: this is just the introductory part of the story.) Stacey's Daydreams Ch. 02 It was Stacey's most vivid daydream yet. Leo's cock was right there. She felt it. She tasted it. It was incredibly hard and slick, with her own juices on it, as she sucked it clean. She found herself finishing the climax with a clear vibrator, and she came in reality as well as her dream. She naturally found it a disappointment when she realized that her break was a minute over and she had to make sure that her boss didn't catch her slacking off. Her sweaty skin and the smell of her cunt were bad enough clues as to her choice of recreation. That might be acceptable to Lindsay, provided that it didn't interfere with work. Stacey knew that her boss had flirted with her a lot in the past few weeks, although she did it subtly enough and Stacey never complained about it (as it was flattering to her vanity). While Stacey preferred men for certain, she didn't mind an occasional bi-curious thought. "Stacey, are you ill?" Cheryl asked her. Cheryl was another annoying co-worker, but she at least meant well. She just had it easier with her husband, and made a point of giving Stacey unsolicited advice on her marriage. Of course, she was also a Bible-thumper and complained about her husband's resistance to her conversion efforts, so Stacey didn't take her counsel too seriously. Any woman who couldn't see her good fortune in marrying someone like Don, without trying to change him, clearly had problems. Sure, he wasn't perfect, but his dislike of organized religion was hardly something that would bother Stacey. Apparently, however, fundamentalists had their own take on such things. "I'm fine, Cheryl. I just lost track of time and need to catch up on my work," Stacey responded. She was scarcely in the mood for another sermon. Stacey's body went back to work, but her mind quickly returned to her lust for Leo. She started thinking about fucking him at work, in his car, in her car, and at his house. She wanted him to fuck her on his bed and then pound Suzanne afterward, with her unaware that his cock had just been washed after screwing another woman. Of course, she doubted that Leo and Suzanne even had sex very much anymore, given how much of a chore the woman made it seem to do it once in a while. Thoughts of sex with Leo on her own bed also excited Stacey. The idea that Walter, in his drunken state, might not even notice that she had gotten on all fours for another man and climaxed in their bedroom, was a fantasy that gave her a kind of vindictive thrill. Part of her even craved the prospect of carrying Leo's baby, which Walter would have to know couldn't be his, because he never slept with her these days. She longed to go to work and display her pregnant belly to Suzanne, without even pretending that Leo's seed was not responsible for her condition. She was still not confident enough to act on her impulses, however. She didn't want to destroy any chance that Walter might become more open-minded and she could even have an open marriage. She still loved Walter, after all. Despite his neglect of her, despite his prudery, despite her increasing frustration, and despite his alcoholism, she loved her husband. She had a hard time with the actual deed of infidelity. Breaking her wedding vows was a step she evaded so far. She tried to be content with daydreams, at least for now. A variety of scenarios whereby Stacey could act on them definitely occurred to her frequently, but she continued to reject them in the end. Her ethics or conscience, most likely, kept her from sleeping around behind her husband's back, no matter how much the idea appealed to her in hornier moments. When she got fed up, she would probably just leave the man, but she didn't want to do even that. She wanted Walter to become sober first. Hopefully, once he got free of liquor, she could work on getting wilder in their sex life. That, of course, required them to actually have a sex life again. At the moment, she considered it a slim chance, but she was willing to hold out longer for it. "Well, I'm glad about that, Stacey. So, do you and Walter want to go to church next Sunday? My church has a great couples program. We have a marriage seminar coming up too," the blonde tried to sell her local congregation again. "I'll let you know if we decide to attend. How does that sound?" Stacey avoided the issue, wanting to let her co-worker down easy. The last thing that she wanted at the moment was to attend a Pentecostal church. What she had heard was more than enough to make her skin crawl. "Speaking in tongues", "prophecy", and "healing" were not her idea of an exciting weekend. Stacey would much rather use her Sundays trying to seduce Walter, even if her efforts were in vain. There was some fun even in the effort and the experience of acting in a sexy manner. Stacey ignored Cheryl for the rest of the day, and vice versa. She even ignored Suzanne's caustic remarks about how she dressed. Stacey loved to dress in a sexy way, especially of late. It wasn't just to get attention at work. She also hoped that Walter would take a hint. His attitude lately seemed to be that she was no longer sexy, just because she was a mother. She wished that he would think of her as a "MILF". Such thoughts continued to bother Stacey that evening, as she headed home from work. She had more thoughts, including of a threesome with Walter and Lindsay. Part of her really wanted Walter to ask for something like that, if only so that she would know that he was still interested in sex. The idea that he might view her as a participant in an orgy made her wet. It was too bad that she considered it highly implausible. Walter didn't seem to remember that she existed half of the time, let alone in an erotic sense. She also felt that it would be nice to experiment with such things. She didn't mind Walter having other women, as long as she knew about them and could have a lover of her own. Unfortunately, his preferred love affair was with alcohol, a far more jealous mistress than any woman could be. Little did Stacey know that Walter was about to hit rock bottom that night. When she pulled into the driveway, she saw him drinking in front of the house. He had evidently been driving under the influence. Thoughts of sex went out of her head for the moment. She was furious! "Walter, will you please sober up long enough to get inside the house? By the way, what are you doing home so early?" she demanded, becoming more assertive than usual (she generally took on a more compliant role with people). "Sorry, Stacey. It was a half-day today. You know how teaching is, faculty senate and all," he pointed out. "Yes, I know that you're throwing away what little you make on booze! I have no problem with you teaching, Walter, but that's only when you're doing good. That's when it's worth the sacrifice and I find it worth it to be the primary breadwinner. As it is, you're a bad example and you're going to lose that job. Whatever happened to your passion for teaching? Oh, and at this rate, you're not going to be able to your summer job for Dad, either," Stacey snapped at him. "What, do you think I'm some kind of drunk?" he inquired angrily. "Yes, as a matter of fact. Lately, in fact, you're a useless one. You haven't even fucked me in weeks," she observed. "I thought you would be too busy for sex, what with work and motherhood. If you really wanted it, you should have said something. I have been too busy lately. I would have gotten more intimate soon, though," he excused himself. "Sure, you would. Besides, it's not fun if I have to make all of the moves. I would like you to want it and take some initiative now and then, honey," she complained. This led to a nasty fight that lasted for hours. By the time it was done, Stacey was glad that it was a Friday. She would need to sleep in the next morning. She was that tired. Naturally, her dreams were of a sex life that she no longer enjoyed. Stacey's Daydreams Ch. 03 This chapter is written in Stacey's words. I hope that you can accept and enjoy the change of perspective. * I woke up horny again on Sunday morning. This was due to the fact that I lost my temper with Walter and never got around to actually taking care of my needs. We had a long fight and ate a quick supper without saying anything to each other all night long. He bristled at my claim that he was a "useless" drunk. I spoke a little too harshly, but the essence of my statement was still very accurate. We finished our routines and went to sleep as soon as possible. We spent some time with his parents the next day, and that meant we had to be nice to each other all day long. He even managed to avoid drinking, chiefly because he sensed it might cause a scene in front of his family. Walter never drank in front of his mother, since she didn't approve of drunkenness. Still thinking of my daydream from that Friday afternoon, I rashly decided to act on it, albeit not with Leo. Walter lay there, still half-asleep, and he was my husband! I never denied him (not that I had much of a chance, even if I wished it). Aside from a few weak moments, I had not even attempted to actually cheat on him. Even those rare attempts resulted in nothing, for reasons that only Leo knew for certain. I removed my clear vibrator from the nightstand, dropped my panties, and started to play with myself in front of him. He must have been less aware of his surroundings than I previously thought, since he didn't react at all. It was time to get his attention. I had nothing to lose by now. If he chose to divorce me because of this, then I would simply move on with my life. I would consider it good riddance to be free of a man who would leave because his wife wanted more sex. If he said, "No," I would accept it, but would probably retaliate by destroying his liquor collection. That would take some time to replace on a teacher's salary! I wouldn't rape him, but nothing short of an outright refusal would stop me. I pulled down his wrinkled pants (he had once again fallen asleep without changing) and slid his blue boxers down to his ankles. Getting on my belly, I ran my vibrator over my clit repeatedly. As I used my favorite sex toy, I stroked Walter's cock and balls with my right hand. He suddenly sat up and groaned, but didn't fight me. I began sucking Walter's dick, starting at the head and putting more inside my mouth with each thrust. My husband now gave me his complete attention, which consisted of him glaring at me for a bit and then moving his cock away from my lips. At first, I thought that he would cuss me out and tell me to leave him alone. Instead, he sat on the side of the bed and took off his shorts. He unbuttoned his shirt and lifted his T-shirt off his head next, before standing up and grinning at me. "Maybe I have missed a few things while drinking so much! When did you become so horny?" he laughed. "I have been horny, Walter! If you noticed me as something other than a mom now and then, you'd realize that! I didn't stop having needs when I gave birth! I'm your wife, not just the mother of your child! I'm a twenty-five year old woman with a healthy sex drive. Now, are you going to do something with me, or do I have to use BOB?" I demanded. "BOB? Who's Bob?" he wondered, clearly perplexed. "Battery-Operated Boyfriend, honey! It's a female thing!" I explained. "Okay, but I want you on your knees! Take that damn toy and fuck yourself with it, while you suck me!" Walter stunned me by showing aggression that I didn't even remotely anticipate. "That was the idea when I woke you, Walter. I'm glad that we're on the same page for once!" I agreed, before doing as he asked me. I resumed sucking his dick, enjoying myself as much as I expected to enjoy it with Leo. The only difference was that this was reality, not fantasy. Furthermore, it was with my husband, the one man whom I had thought would never want something like this. He might have objected to anal, but he seemed to enjoy a good blowjob as much as the next man. This was more than a pleasant surprise; it was the sort of shock needed to revive our sex life. "Oh, God, Stacey, that's great! I never realized that you wanted to do this with me!" my husband cried out, as I continued sucking his stiff cock. My hands engaged themselves in driving that vibrator inside myself in the meantime, getting me wetter by each second. I made sure that I used my mouth only to please his dick and balls, and the challenge aroused me further. My husband reacted to my lips and tongue by grunting and groaning, as if he wanted more. Well, in fact, I supposed that he did. I certainly gave him more. I licked and sucked his balls, ran my tongue across his taint, and even began rimming his ass. I should have explained that Walter's ass is almost impossibly clean. I don't know why or how he, almost alone among his sex, has kept his butt-crack so clean. Well, I guessed that he had one advantage: he was almost totally hairless. I had never seen so little hair on a grown man's body as I had with my husband. As a result, I've wanted to taste his ass for a while now. I got lucky that morning, since Walter didn't try to stop me. He seemed to like my efforts. Walter also loved it when I moved my mouth back to his cock and began deep- throating him. I would be lying if I said that I had no gag reflex. My ex-boyfriends could tell you that much. However, even as rusty as I was with giving head, I really relaxed at the moment and indulged my lust for my husband's dick. I wanted more than just to please Walter. I wanted him to absolutely trust his instincts and become the sort of aggressive, albeit loving, partner he seemed ready to be now. "Stacey, babe, I'm about to cum!" Walter moaned, as he thickened in my throat. I wasn't far behind him, but I wanted both of us to cum during sex, so I stopped short of sucking him to a release. When he non-verbally objected, I demonstrated my good intentions by quitting my masturbation too. I made a split second decision to get on all fours in front of him. He might well explode soon, but I hoped to get another new experience in first. It wasn't difficult for Walter to take the hint. He didn't become a high-school teacher by virtue of stupidity. My husband had not attacked me so enthusiastically in years, but he certainly took me on the bedroom floor that time. The first "doggie-style" sex in the history of our marriage was very short-lived, but equally sweet. He wasn't as gentle as usual, but I could tell that he loved me. For one thing, he had continued to speak to me with affection (of course, that was one of Walter's virtues). If either of us worried that I might not cum before he did, the fears were unjustified. My climax was rapid, especially after I adjusted to my new position and I felt sexy once more. The knowledge that my efforts at Sunday seduction had finally succeeded helped my libido as well as my vanity. I gasped and thrust back at him, as he pushed inside my tightening pussy with gusto. My body tensed up and I felt my pleasure grab my attention for the brief moment that it continued. My orgasm made Walter's inevitable, since he had held out partly from consideration of my needs. My involuntary tension further prompted his release, so my husband emptied himself at last inside me. It was the first time in far too long, and it was also the first time in any position other than "missionary". He withdrew and embraced me as I stood. My legs were wobbly, so it was just as well that I could lean on his body. My husband gave me the first French kiss I had received from him in months (probably the last one had been he learned that I was pregnant the previous year). It was much more tender and romantic than the sex, but I resented neither. After all, I had wanted a little kinky sex for a while, so having that in addition to any sexual attention at all was a bonus. "I'm not used to rough sex, baby. I hope that I didn't go too far and hurt you. I just felt this odd urge and acted on it. I wanted to be aggressive and forceful, for lack of better words," Walter told me, as I held onto him. "That was the best sex I've had since we had the baby, dear. I have no complaints. I'm just glad that you noticed me that way again. It has felt like eternity since that happened. A woman wants you to desire her, as well as love her. Both are needs. Wouldn't you feel hurt if I stop viewing you as sexy? That's how it felt to me for the past few months. Anyway, that's the past. I love you and I am happy that you want me again. Please don't change that anymore. You are such a great lover when you choose to be, Walter Pryce," I encouraged him, since I wanted this "animal" side to show up again in the future. "Thank you for waking me up, Stacey. I love you and want to be a fine husband. You're certainly an excellent wife, and I apologize for taking that for granted the past few months. I have to warn you, however, that this other side of me wants to have more power in this relationship at times. I have no other way of explaining it. I just know that it has been buried and is now loose. There is no going back, lover," my husband announced, but he smiled as he did so. He meant what he said in more in than one way, and he sensed that I would receive it well. He was right. There was considerably more to this story, but this was the turning point for us. This was the day that everything began to change for the better in our marriage. Whatever we explored sexually in the future, we would so as a couple, as a team. We were on the same side now. It wasn't just the sex issue that we started to resolve, either. The drinking had to go, and both of us knew it. Otherwise, the chances of sliding back into the previous rut were all too great. Walter had finally grasped how much I disliked his drinking, and he also now realized why I had reason to feel that way. I wasn't being a teetotaler or a killjoy. I just knew that he had an addiction and needed to correct it for the sake of our marriage and family. It wasn't easy for either of us, but we found something that morning that reminded us that we had every motive to make an effort. As shallow as it might seem, great sex can have a way of shaking things up at times and encouraging a change. If that wasn't enough, we had a child to think about it as well. Most of all, we still loved each other. We just forgot how much we mattered to each other. We made a pact right then, in the naked aftermath of our sexual release, not to do so again. Stacey's Daydreams Ch. 04 Stacey and Walter sat down to lunch that afternoon with a sense of satisfaction over their romp earlier that day. She had sucked his cock, used a vibrator on herself, and even rimmed his ass. He had fucked her doggie-style in a rough manner, thus acting on one of his repressed desires. Her seduction efforts worked better than usual, so their sexual rut had ended abruptly. However, there was now the question of what they should do next to keep things exciting. Neither of them wished to return to the boring, less frequent sex that had occurred recently. "Walter, dear, now that we're intimate again, can we discuss our fantasies? Obviously, both of us have some that we haven't seriously talked about it, or at least haven't listened to each about," Stacey suggested with a wink, deliberately trying to act casual about wearing her wedding ring again. "I guess that there would be no harm. We're not in public, after all. Alright, let's hear one of yours first. We can take turns talking about our desires," Walter chuckled, realizing that his wife had a delightfully nasty side. By his standards, she was the ideal woman, he was already married to her, and yet he had nearly lost her to his own bad habits. He also feared that she might have had an affair, since she felt neglected recently. If so, he would have to be a little unpleasant, but he hoped that the marriage would survive his anger. He was simply too jealous to share Stacey. The very idea of her fucking another man started to give him feelings of rage. Well, it would better not to worry about that unless it happened. "Okay, to be honest, I've had fantasies about swinging. I don't know how you feel about that, though you have said in the past that you were against it," Stacey informed him, more than a little nervous about her admission. Part of her feared that he would refuse, the other that he would agree to it. She wasn't completely sure that she really wanted to be a swinger. She might get too jealous to handle the sight of Walter with another woman, which in fairness would preclude her from doing it with another man. She wasn't about to be mean to him like that. To be honest with herself, she had to admit that her biggest reason for jealousy would be a fear of some other girl interesting him more than her. She had already lost his attention to the bottle, but losing him to another woman would be a serious heartache too. What if he wanted to divorce her and marry some other lady? It was true that common sense would suggest that a man probably wouldn't leave a wife who would share him, but paranoia reigned at times. "Well, that's one that I can't honestly support. I am just too jealous to go along with it. I won't deny that I have fantasies about other women, which I suppose covers my turn, but I can't get over the rage I feel at the very idea of you in another man's arms. I imagine that I would feel something similar about you with another woman, if I actually saw it. "The fantasy of you with a woman is nice, but the reality of it would make me angry, I suspect. Well, I would be angry and worried that you would prefer women. I would always fear that with another man too. I would wonder if he was better in the sack than me," Walter objected, as much as part of him wished that it wasn't true. Fucking another woman would be fun, but the price would be too high in his mind. "I understand, honey. In fact, I'm somewhat relieved that you vetoed my fantasy. As much fun as the idea might be, the situation itself would probably make me jealous too. Even if it didn't, I'd rather know upfront if you weren't cool with it. This is part of why I brought up the subject. I want to know for sure how you feel about things now, not later, when our effort to rejuvenate our sex lives turns bitter on us, because you get jealous. I suppose that whatever we do, we'll just have to keep it entirely within the marriage," she smiled, no longer having to think about that issue. She liked having her husband make decisions like that, even if they negated fantasies of hers. The very fact of him being in control like that was another fantasy of hers, after all. Maybe she would mention her BDSM fantasies next. He had hinted at similar desires earlier, hadn't he? "Okay, since you mentioned a fantasy or two that you dismissed yourself, I will take my turn. I want you to be more, well, ...dominant. I want you to take charge more often. I don't just mean sexually. I would like to follow your lead. As I said earlier, I loved the fact that you had your way with me on the bedroom floor this morning. It excited me in a way that I hadn't completely accepted before. While I enjoy making love to you, which I don't want to totally stop, some rough sex like that is really great too," Stacey declared, albeit slightly embarrassed by her own statement. "I would actually like that too, I must admit. So far, at least, we are compatible. I would like to take it further, in fact. I have fantasies about spanking you, tying you up, and collaring you, babe," Walter announced, still a bit shocked at admitting something that he had pretended in the past to deem "perverse". "I wouldn't object to those things, honey. In fact, I have thought about them too. To be honest, I've actually thought about you attaching a leash to my collar and fucking me while holding onto it. I would even like it if you led me around by the leash or made me sit at your feet. I have fantasies of being your 'pet' sometimes. Oh, I don't mean that I want you to treat me like an animal, just that I would be your sex slave and at your beck and call. Well, of course, that wouldn't apply to when we have company, but it could work when we have privacy," Stacey revealed, blushing a little. "Very well, I could go for all of that, especially if it meant that neither of us would refuse to have sex in the future. I'll quit denying you and you'll never start it. In fact, I owe you plenty of sex, retroactively, so I had better get busy with it," Walter concurred with her idea. "Thank you, Master. Does that title work for you, or would something else be better? Maybe 'sir' instead?" she responded to her husband's decision. "I like 'sir', since outsiders might not get the drift. It will be a nice secret to keep from them. I'll call you 'woman', and then you will know that I am asserting my authority. Perhaps we should use a safe word for this activity," he proposed. "Yes, sir! How about simply saying, 'danger'? That would be unmistakable and easy to remember?" Stacey offered. "Very well. We'll use 'danger' as your safe word. Now, what other fantasies have you had?" he inquired. "Well, aside from the ones that involve other people, I think about anal sex a lot. I would like to have a man fuck me in the ass, preferably in a rough way, though with lube. I know that you see it as 'dirty', but would you reconsider trying it, for me?" she pleaded with him. "Well, I could try toys," he observed. "Toys would be a nice start, but would you consider fucking me there? If you were still too revolted after trying it once or twice, I promise never to bring it up again. Hell, you could even use a condom!" Stacey urged him. "A condom, eh? Well, how about we try the toys first and get me used to it. I must admit that I wouldn't mind some anal play these days, but I'm still a bit squeamish about sticking my dick in that hole. I'll even lick it, if it's washed enough. Then we could try anal, albeit with a condom. Little steps, if you want to call them that," Walter modified her idea. "Fair enough, lover. All I know is that I would love for you to take every one of my holes and become owner of my entire body in every sense. It's a fantasy for me, that you will use me as you wish and make me available for your every whim. So, Walter, do you have any more fantasies yourself?" she wondered. "Yes, in fact, I do. I would like to kiss you after we have had oral sex with each other. I want to rim you, eat pussy, have you suck my cock, and then swap spit immediately afterward. I think that the term, at least for a blowjob, is a 'snowball'. I wouldn't like to taste another man's cum, as we already agreed not to swing and I am not even slightly bi. However, my own cum is not as prone to give me a disease and doesn't sound so disgusting. "By the way, who were these other people that you thought about sexually? I just have to know. I won't judge you, as long as you promise me that you didn't actually fuck them," Walter demanded. "First of all, I like your fantasy and will have no problem doing it. It sounds sexy and even intimate, if that makes sense to you. I will 'snowball' you anytime you wish. "As to the other, well, it's kind of embarrassing, baby. However, I'll tell you, if you really want to know. Very well: one of them was Leo, Suzanne's husband. He just seemed very manly and very hot. He seemed to want more sex than she offered him in their marriage, too. I could empathize, being in the same boat myself, honey. The other one was Lindsay, my boss. She's attractive and flirtatious enough that I certainly noticed myself being bi-curious. I promise to only look and not touch, though, dear. I've never acted on either crush. I swear it, Walter," Stacey confessed, despite some sense of shame at her now-abandoned ideas of cheating on her husband. "It's a damn good thing that you didn't, baby. I guess that I forgot to tell you about Leo, but it never occurred to me that it might be an issue. He used to be a teacher at the same school as me. In fact, we were colleagues once. Remember that time that I told you about a teacher getting caught fucking a married co-worker on school grounds? That was him. He lies to vulnerable women and gets them into bed for the fun of it. Then he drops them. "Any guess as to whom his most recent victim has been? It's your boss, Lindsay. I didn't tell you, again, because I didn't consider it relevant and I don't gossip. I'm no prude and I don't expect everyone to be old-fashioned like me, but I abhor men like that. You probably would have gotten him, if you caught him between mistresses. "It's true that Suzanne is a bad wife, but that's the point. He chose her on purpose, knowing that she was incompatible. That gave him the sob story he needed to get laid with the women, while at the same time she wasn't as likely to catch him. Of course, when he is in the middle of an affair, he doesn't look elsewhere. He's oddly more faithful to his lovers than to his wife. It's mainly because he prefers to move from woman to woman, not try to juggle them at once and keep track of his lies. When a particular lover bores him, he dumps her for a new one. That's his pattern, honey," Walter explained. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry! I can't believe that I actually once thought about cheating on you with him! I guess that he wasn't my type, after all. My man was already in my bed, if I could just get his attention back. Can you promise me something? Promise me that you'll never deny me again and that you'll quit drinking. I swear to never deny you, not that I can as your 'pet'. I won't try to control your life. I just want to know that you're my husband again, not my drunken roommate, if that doesn't sound too harsh," Stacey cried a bit, more than merely ashamed of her previous attitude about her husband and her marriage. "You won't get crazy ideas of cheating anymore? I mean, we can both think about others, but not plan or take seriously notions of having such affairs. If you can swear that, I swear to give up the drinking," Walter assured her, before they kissed with the kind of passion that they had forgotten until that morning. Whatever issues they might have in the future, they decided to handle within their marriage, not by cheating. In Walter's case, it would also mean not resorting to booze. Being his wife's Master was a better feeling, anyway.