15 comments/ 32576 views/ 2 favorites Truth or Fantasy? By: exjock Truth or Fiction? Sometimes, truth is stranger than fiction, sometimes it isn't, and sometimes it is extremely difficult to tell the difference. Larisa and I have been married for just over twelve years. We married right after College, and began trying to start a family. After a couple years, we went to the Doctor for help because no pregnancy had developed. The Doc started running tests, and told us we were both normal and shouldn't have difficulty conceiving. After another year of trying almost every day, we were rewarded with a missed period. Larisa immediately got a home test and it was positive. About eight months later Alicia was born! We were, and still are delighted. After Alicia came along, our sex drives seemed to change. Unlike most stories we read, ours increased instead of decreased. Now we find that rarely a day goes by without our tangling sometime and often more than once. Even today, we still are at each other almost daily. We are both committed to a lifelong monogamous relationship, but we do have fantasies, which we discuss and talk through during some of our love making sessions. We both have talked about the fantasies at times we aren't in the throws of passion, so we both understand they are just fantasies and neither of us intends, nor wants to carry them out in real life. We often will play mind games with one another to see who can get the upper hand. Some of these games would cause problems in many marriages, but we are very secure in our love for one another. We still enjoy the times we talk about the fantasies in our love making sessions. Her favorite fantasy is having me and another man (or maybe two other men) fucking her in every way possible. My favorite is Larisa and another woman or two with me. It was during one of these 'hot' fantasy sessions that we first experimented with anal sex. The first time was a disaster, with her feeling a lot of pain with no pleasure. We decided to do a little internet research about the subject and quickly discovered that it has to go slowly at first, and lots of lubricant is usually needed. To my amazement, after our first attempt, Larisa still wanted to explore and experiment with anal penetration. I promised not to go beyond her limits and we developed a safe word so I would instantly know when the limits were reached. After about three more gentle attempts, Larisa took it upon herself to just get it over and had squirted a lot of KY up her ass before she initiated a love making session. As we kissed and touched each other, she said to me, "Kevin, tonight you are going to totally do me in the ass! No safe word, no stopping, just do it." I was a little worried still, but proceeded with caution to insert one finger in her ass. I was amazed how easily it went in with no resistance. I tried two fingers, and still no problem. Larisa just kept prompting me, "Just do it! Fuck my ass now!" Cautiously I turned her on to her stomach and she slid a pillow under her belly. I climbed over her and put my stiff cock against the entrance to her asshole. She quickly lunged backwards to force it into her. She moaned, but it seemed there was no pain. "Yessssssss!" she screamed, as I began pumping her harder. Her excitement quickly brought on my first orgasm as I pumped her bowels full of my cum. As my cum filled her, she groaned loudly, "UuuuuNNNNNnnnnnuuuuhhhhh!" as she came hard right with me. When both our orgasms subsided, we relaxed with me still in her ass. She was wiggling, trying to keep me hard, but it didn't work as I slipped out of her and held her close to me from behind, effectively 'spooning' her. Just then she said, "That was almost as good as Tom this afternoon!" Immediately, I felt a pang of jealously rise up in me. Usually, the fantasy talk was before or during our love making. Never before had she gone on after we'd just climaxed. I thought to myself, "What was that about?" She quickly went on as if she was reading my mind. "Do you want to hear about Tom and me this afternoon?" Tom is her boss at work, and they have worked together closely for over two years. I was afraid to even speak...was she confessing something we'd agreed would NEVER happen? After a minute or two of silence, she asked again, "Well, do you want to hear it or not?" Stunned, I stuttered a response, "Arrrre yyyyou serrrriouuus? Of course I want to hear all about it." Then in a very unsure tone I continued, "This is another fantasy, right?" Larisa knew she had me now as she went on, "Well, you keep telling me I should live out one of my fantasies, you were serious weren't you?" She knew damn well we never were serious about living out one of the fantasies. She had a sheepish grin on her face as she went on with her verbal jabs, "So, do you want to hear about it or not?" Now I was seriously worried that she might have done something we said we'd never do. She could certainly tell I was worried from my voice and my expression. I just couldn't get the words out I wanted to say, so she went on, "Kevin, it looks like you aren't ready to hear this, I shouldn't have brought it up, but we always agreed to keep no secrets. Just let me know later if you want to hear about my afternoon." Devastated would best describe my mental condition. Larisa rolled over and drifted immediately off to sleep. For at least two hours, I tossed and turned and my imagination went wild. I went from upset to aroused and back several times. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer and I shook Larisa until she was awake. I told her, " You have to tell me what went on, if it is a fantasy, or a reality. I am torn up inside." She groggily answered, "Can we talk about this tomorrow?" "No, I cannot sleep without hearing about it. Was it a fantasy, or something that really happened?" She quizzed me, "What do you want it to be?" That answer, of course, served to unsettle me even further. I blurted out, "I just want the TRUTH and, I want it NOW!" "Do you now? You just want the truth? Well, what truth do you want?" She was not about to let up and make this easy for me at all. I knew I wasn't going to sleep tonight. It was good that tomorrow was Saturday. I looked her in the eyes and said, "I want the whole truth. Larisa, if you've done something you need to confess, please just do it. I promise I will forgive you, no matter what it is." "Forgive me? Just what is it you are going to forgive?" "Anything you might, or did do. Even if it was something we both agreed we'd never do. I forgive you." Larisa knew she had me in her grasp and continued to press. "Let me see if I understand what you're saying, you forgive me in advance for whatever I might have done or will do in the future?" She was working me now, and I knew it, but I had no clue what to do or say. So, I just agreed, saying, "That's right, I love you and forgive whatever you may have done or might do in the future, as long as you don't keep secrets from me." "Okay, then as I understand it, you are giving me permission to do anything about which I fantasize, then you'll forgive me? Does that mean I could fuck Tom, or someone else of my choosing and you wouldn't hold it against me as long as I don't hide it from you?" Trapped! Where could I go with this conversation and not end up becoming a wimp cuckold husband? I tried to regain some sense of self-respect by responding, "Yes, that is about it, but even though I would forgive you, I don't think I could forget what happened. That means that I'd probably have to divorce you to gain any peace of mind or self respect." Larisa was right back at my throat, "So, does that mean I really shouldn't tell you about this afternoon?" How could she get the upper hand again so quickly? I insisted, "If you keep a secret from me, I will eventually find out, and there will be no forgiving at that point. You know we have too many friends who would eventually leak it out." At this point, I had already decided she must have done something this afternoon that would need to be forgiven. Either she had fucked Tom, or worse yet, let him fuck her in the ass like she insinuated, or who knows what else could have gone on? "Kevin! Wake up Kevin! We have to talk and get this conversation resolved." I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was six o'clock in the morning. I must have fallen asleep. I looked at Larisa, she had tears in her eyes. She said, "I'm sorry for causing you such pain, but I just couldn't resist. I was just teasing you because you reacted so strangely, I kept it up. I was just playing a game with you. You know I would never do anything willfully to jeopardize our marriage, don't you?" I was beginning to get my mind back together. "Larisa, I always thought we'd remain ever faithful to one another, but now, I just don't know what to believe." I was beginning to focus, "Last night you put doubts in my mind that won't easily be erased. How about you just telling me what went on yesterday afternoon that brought on the things you said to me last night?" She looked worried but went on, "Well, it is a long story, but I know I'll have to tell you everything so you'll understand. First, you must believe me that I really did nothing to compromise our marriage vows, but I did witness something that was really sexually stimulating and was asked to join in and participate, but would never willingly do that." I let out a long slow breath, and felt the knots in my stomach relax a little. "So, tell me exactly what did happen." She continued, "About two o'clock this afternoon, Tom buzzed me in my office and asked me to come back to his office at two-thirty. When I went to his office, the door was closed, and I could hear muffled voices, no I should say sounds coming from within. I knocked softly with no response, then waited. The sounds were clearer now, it was a woman's voice begging for someone to do it harder." At this point, I was totally confused. It sounded like Tom had another woman in his office and was banging her, but I just sat there and listened. "Tom had asked me to be there at two-thirty, and I knew if I didn't at least make my presence known, he would be mad. So, I knocked loud enough that he couldn't miss it." He acknowledged the knock with one word, "Enter." "I said, Tom, its Larisa!" "Enter," He said again. So, I did. "Now it was my turn for surprise again. It wasn't a live happening, it was a video playing on his computer. I looked a little shocked, but he calmly reassured me." "Larisa, This must be a little shocking, but we have a new client. They produce videos of all types. Mainly, they reproduce videos in quantity for their clients. However, they do actually produce some of their own, and as you can tell, some of them are in the porn industry. What we need to do is help them with website design to help them promote their own productions. They are also looking for new talent and want us to help with talent procurement." Larisa asked, "What does this have to do with me? You know I don't do web design, I mainly do accounting." Tom went on, "Larisa, this is an opportunity I thought you might want to at least examine. It would mean bonuses in five figures for you." "Bonuses of five figures for helping them find talent?" Tom replied, "No, not for helping them find talent, for being some of their talent." Larisa fumed, "Are you saying you want me to be in one of their sick porn films?" "Don't look at it that way. You would be in disguise and make-up so you won't be recognized, and it would only take a few hours of your time. You would be paid $12,000 for the initial film, and maybe as much as $50,000 for future films. You would become a star and could have a great career without ever leaving your job here." Larisa was mad, but didn't yet want to show it. "What makes you think they would want me? I don't know any of these people." Tom smiled and continued, "They have seen pictures of you from company parties and two of their execs have seen you in person on their visits here. They said you have exactly the look they want, sophisticated, slender, blond, mature, and a wicked smile." "So, these guys are sizing me up already? Why would you think I'd even consider their proposal?" Tom said, "For the Money! It's all about money." Larisa fumed, "Maybe for you it's all about money, but for me it's all about my marriage and my husband, and I know he wouldn't have anything good to say if I even asked him about it." Tom smiled and went on, "Don't be so sure about your husband. He's kind of a wimp anyway! He'll give in and accept whatever you decide." Larisa now looked at me directly and asked, "What would you say if I wanted to do the movies for the money?" I replied, "Do you really have to ask me that?" Larisa looked strange, saying, "What do you mean by that? Would you want me to do them for the money?" My reply was stern, "Like you said earlier, its not about the money. Its about our marriage. It couldn't survive that kind of experience, and I wouldn't want to be married to a porn star, even if she is not recognized in real life. It would be like being married to a slut!" "I knew that is how you'd feel, and I'm glad that's the way you are. I love you and wouldn't want it any other way. There is more if you want to hear it....Do you?" "More, what do you mean more?" I was feeling queasy again. "Tom next wanted me to at least do a couple shots for them so they could see me nude. I told him he was crazy, and they didn't need to see me nude because I was not interested in doing anything with their sleazy firm." Tom looked Larisa in the eye and warned her, "You'll do a couple shots for them, because I promised them you would. If you don't, you can forget your job here totally." Tom then took Larisa by the hand and said, "Besides, we've always flirted with each other, I know you'd like to do it with me." Before Larisa could say anything, Tom's cock was out of his pants in is hand and he was trying to get her to take hold of it. Larisa was shocked. She'd never done anything more than smile at Tom. Why would he think she was flirting with him. Before she could react, Tom had put her hand on his penis. Larisa was confused. How did this get to this point? "What is going on here, Tom? I said I want nothing to do with any of this." "Just show me your tits. Take that blouse off and put your bra on the table." Tom was pulling her blouse out of her skirt. Suddenly, Tom pulled Larisa in close, kissing her on the mouth. Larisa did not kiss back, but tried to push Tom away. "Don't fight it, You know you want it," Tom insisted. He was holding Larisa's arms behind her back with one hand as he pulled her blouse down in front. He quickly opened the front closure on the bra and freed her tits. Tom immediately bent down and took her right nipple in his mouth as she gasped. Larisa pulled her right arm free and slapped Tom in the face. He didn't let go of her nipple with his teeth. She yelped in pain. Larisa calmed herself down to try to take control of the situation. She hit Tom again with her free hand, and lifted her knee into his groin. He fell back to the floor in pain. Larisa told me she ran out of his office into the main secretarial pool with her top gone. One of the girls threw her sweater over her. Larisa went back to her own office and quickly gathered her personal belongings to leave. Tom caught up to her before she could leave and told her he had the samples the execs needed from their encounter. He had been filming their whole time together. He was determined to force her to stay. He threatened her by telling her he would show the clip to everyone who knew her. Tom had hold of Larisa and wasn't letting go. The girl in the outer office who had given her the sweater had dialed 911, and the police were quickly on the scene. Tom was quickly cuffed and put in the back of a police car. Larisa was led away by the police to their car out front and questioned about what had happened. Larisa told them the story, and they found the DVD in Tom's office. It confirmed everything she'd told them. It looks like Tom will be doing some hard time for attempted rape and several other charges. All this had happened, and Larisa's hard time for me the night before was her attempt to put everything out of her mind and put some distance between her and the event. She told me everything that day, and we laughed about how I'd been taken in by her innuendos and insinuations. The she looked me in the eye and said, "Kevin, you know I love you with all of my heart and I never want anything to come between us. You also know I want absolutely no secrets between us, right?" "Of course my darling Larisa, that is exactly how I feel too." "Well, you probably are wondering how Tom got the idea to push me in this situation aren't you? I was again at a loss, but asked, "What could it have been?" Larisa's expression faded and she again asked, "You remember all about forgiveness we discussed yesterday?" "Yes, of course, but there is nothing to forgive. This wasn't your fault. Tom was just being a jerk." "Kevin, you deserve to know the whole truth. Do you remember our office Christmas party about three months ago? You were out of town that day and I went by myself. I got pretty wasted that night and took a taxi home because I didn't want to chance driving." Larisa looked deeply into my eyes. "Well, that night, Tom cornered me in his office too. I was wobbly and pretty drunk, and he sat me down in his comfortable office chair. After getting me a couple aspirin, and a cup of coffee, he talked to me for a few minutes. As he talked, he came closer and closer to me and eventually put his hand on my arm. He kept talking and I kept nearly nodding off. Finally, he leaned in and looked in my eyes. He was still talking when he leaned in farther and kissed me. I remember responding to that kiss by opening my mouth. Kevin, I don't know what possessed me, but I did it, and he kept on pressing me. Before he stopped, I was naked except for my bikini panties, and he was feeling me everywhere. He sucked my mouth and my tits, and felt my pussy through my panties. That's when it all hit me, and I woke up enough to push him away and about the same time, there was a knock on his door. I escaped with most of my clothes in my hands and dressed in the woman's room just down the hall from his office. That is when I called a cab and came home just about thirty minutes before you got there. I hope you can forgive that stupidity on my part. Kevin, when he was doing that to me, I kept thinking about you and imagined it was you touching, feeling, kissing and licking me everywhere. When I came out of the stupor enough to realize it wasn't you, I bolted!" "Wow, now that's a confession, and without even thinking about it, you're forgiven. You haven't had any other close encounters, have you?" Larisa went back on the attack. "No close encounters, unless, well, is it a close encounter if it went even further than 'close?'" She smiled. "Whhhhhaaaaatttt?" I stammered. "That's my good boy, I just have to keep you on your toes!" Again, she was in control, but I didn't care. It was a game we played that gave her control, and kept me guessing. It kept the life in our relationship, and I really never know for sure what is truth and what is fantasy! Hiring a PI never did me any good, all they ever found was her being exactly where she was supposed to be, who she was supposed to be with, and when she was supposed to be there. Early in our marriage, I just gave in and let her have her way. It always led to really hot sessions for us, and continues to do so today. I'd rather make love to her than anything else I can imagine! ... Truth..... Fiction.... Fact... Fantasy. All that matters is love. Truth or Fantasy? This is brief. This is food for thought, perhaps disturbing, to any wifey who reads this. Is it fantasy, or is it truth? Our bedroom began to transition as the dim light of the early morning chased away the darkness of night. The warm summer night had once again led both wifey and I to kick the sheets aside, both of us craving the wisps of air furled over our bodies from the ceiling fan above our bed. As she laid asleep next to me, my eyes pried open to the vision of her naked body as she lay on her back. Her gorgeous breasts laid at rest with her nipples soft and smooth, seamlessly capping the top of her 36c breasts. I tilted my head slightly enough to position my eyes towards her flat tummy, taking in a quiet deep breath as I admired her smooth mound dipping beneath the horizon of her flesh. I smiled at her, or more accurately, I smiled at her beauty. As she slept, I slowly slithered my body away from her, bending my way from the mattress to the floor like a snake on the prowl. Although I was not yet fully awake, I was cognizant enough to dare to add yet another trophy to my secret, naughty games. It was how I managed the frequent, or what felt to me more like the relentless, rejections with which she assaulted me far too often on far too many fronts when it came to sex. She was too hot, and I was too often too horny, for me to be close to satisfied with her once-or-twice-a-week cadence for fucking. I needed more ~ a lot more. So I had to pursue other avenues of release. I may have been a frustrated hubby, but I was still a faithful one as well. I did not seek sexual gratification in the arms of another woman. I was unwilling to do that. So, I did what most men do. I looked at porn, a lot of porn. And I jerked off, a lot. As I grew a bit less stimulated by porn, I discovered sex chat. Of course, it did not take me long to discover the intense blend of chatting with others as we shared porn together. For a number of years, this had filled the void left by the unsatisfying lack of frequency of having sex with, making love to, or flat out fucking wifey. Like the shadows creeping across my bedroom wall that morning, I had experienced a slow yet steady slide from one level of perversion to the next. First it was porn. Then it was chatting. Then it was intense fantasy sharing in chat. And now, I was sinking lower. As I bent my body quietly towards the night stand, I reached for my iPhone. I slid it into my hand. I carefully toggled it to silent mode. I brushed my finger along the touchscreen until I had effectively opened the camera. I daringly moved into position. I snapped a flurry of photos, one right after the other, each attempting to capture the nakedness of my wife as she laid asleep on the bed; exposed, fucking hot, unaware, in all her jerk-worthy glory. Moments later, I was transferring the pics from my iPhone to my laptop and chasing down any of my fellow pervy chat partners who were on line and looking to chat. Quickly I connected in chat, where I played my game, daring to blend the mix of fantasy chat and real porn pics of my wifey with the guy on the other end of my chat. He perved over her body. He jerked to the naughty fantasies he and I peppered our minds with as we looked at her body in the pics. After I managed two other such chats, all within the span of less than an hour, I returned to bed. My cockhead was smeared with precum due to the excitement of chatting with men who drank in the view of my wifey and jerked off to the ideas that our chat scrolled before our eyes as well. She was still asleep. Naked. On her back. Fucking amazing. I kissed her good morning, testing her desire. I only discovered rejection. A few moments later, with a few more kisses having come and gone, she rolled out of bed and made her way to the shower. It gave me time for one more chat and photo share time. And this time, I jerked off too. I did it in good time. I had to. I still had some photography work to do when she would be stepping out of the shower. Truth or Fantasy? Ch. 02 This is brief. This is food for thought, perhaps disturbing, to any wifey who reads this. Is it fantasy, or is it truth? ***** It was Friday evening. It had been five days since I had last fucked my beautiful wifey. Five days and 13 hours to be exact. Or, using another form of calculation to which I was endeared, it had been eight jerk-off sessions since I last filled her tight pussy with my cum. I am just your typical married guy, easily aroused and frequently horny. My wifey is your typical married woman, far less interested in sex and seemingly undisturbed by the discrepancy in our cravings for fucking. I am committed and I am faithful, but I am horny beyond words and frustrated too often to accept. We have talked. Ultimately we encounter the same exits to the topic, her ambivalent shrug and my ever increasing solo-tugs on my cock. I know I am not the only one. In fact, from what some of my buddies hint at, I should be thankful it is not worse. But that perspective is difficult to maintain when day after day I see her, live with her, sleep next to her, love her, watch her undress, admire her glistening body in the shower, and experience countless other moments of sexual stimulation that are anything but perverted. I am not a pervert. I am not a predator. I am not a whacked-out weirdo who has some twisted desire to see his wifey gang-banged or whatever odd quests the demented minds of sexual deviants seek. I am, to put it crudely, a simple fucker who just wants to fuck his wifey more than once every blue balls moon. So, once again we shared the same room with very different desires. There she laid on our couch. The television droning on into the evening. Her eyes having grown heavy during the previous episode of whatever rerun she was watching of her damn home, fixer-upper show, now were closed as she napped peacefully. I sat across the room. Tapping away on my computer. Invested in yet another chat with a fellow pervy hubby. During lulls in the chat, I glanced over the top of the screen, checking her status. Guarding my naughty play, a big secret from her. Also straining to enjoy the view of her as she drifted off into a deeper slumber. Laying on her side with her pretty head cradled by a pillow, her body faced the television, and me. Her sheer white tank top did its best to restrain her full, ripe 36c tits. It was a chore when she was upright for sure. But it was a losing battle as she laid there on her side, braless, her delicious tits falling against the grain of the protective custody of her tank top. I quickly shoe-horned the visual of her into the fantasy of my naughty chat. Before long, my chat partner and I were in sync. I guided him into my home. More precisely, I sneaked him into my home. I ushered him to the chair adjacent to the couch. He quietly took his seat. His eyes poured over the lines of her body as she laid sleeping. His lusty mind slithered over her curves. He traced the curves of her tits pushing out from her tank top. He examined the way her cotton shorts pulled against her married pussy, smoothly shaven and offering an incredible exhibition of a smooth slit impression. The fabric seemed to dive between her folds, giving both his eyes and mine a vision upon which to feast. He stroked his cock. I stoked the fire of our shared lust, inviting him closer. I moved closer to her, standing behind her at an angle that allowed my eyes even a more revealing view of her breasts flowing towards an escape from the fabric of her tank top. I smiled at the appearance of the upper edge of one of her nipples peeking out, like the soft, large, round image of a full moon rising above the eastern horizon as the sun sets in the west. Our eyes and minds joined forces. His cock was throbbing. So was mine. She was the object of our lust, our shared lust now. The perversion-soaked thoughts captured in our words and phrases continued to scroll across our screens. Both of us typing away with vigor. The photo I had shared with him moments earlier was strategically placed along side the chat box. It was naughty. It was my wifey. We continued until the moment arrived when neither of us could wait any longer. We craved her married body. As it lay there on the couch, those breasts dared us to fondle her and titty fuck her until we could cum no more. It dared us to pump our cocks between her breasts hard enough to rhythmically bounce our precum-oozing cockheads against her mouth, feeling the smack of her playful kisses. He slipped away before she ever awoke. She had no idea. Five days, 14 hours... TEN jerk off sessions... and counting. Truth or Fantasy? Ch. 03 This is brief. This is food for thought, perhaps disturbing, to any wifey who reads this. Is it fantasy, or is it truth? It was really an innocent moment that I had no designs on twisting into a perverted pleasure. But, that's what often happens when I am tortured by long droughts between fucks. My mind takes control. It bends the common reality of decency into a twisted fantasy of lust and perversion. I am able to easily rationalize these naughty moments with the simple thought; if wifey would be willing to fuck more often than once a week, I would not have to deal with all this pent up desire. It's her fault, not mine. Or at least that is how the argument goes when I am feeling the spike of desire. So, there I was. Mowing the front lawn as wifey did some gardening. Although she was dressed for the task, it certainly was nothing slutty. A simple pair of shorts that were not too short. A bra and tee modestly covered her gorgeous, 36c breasts. I certainly enjoyed my view of her, but could not accuse her of being immodest. As I mowed, my eyes not only caught the sight of wifey on her hands and knees in the flower bed, but also I saw the neighbor's college-aged daughter in their driveway washing the car. She also was modestly dressed; jean shorts, a tee declaring that she was "Property of USC Athletics", and baseball cap. Of course, no matter how wifey dressed, I never had a problem calling up a mental image of her naked body. Those ripe 36c tits. The way her smooth, married pussy glistened when aroused. Those hourglass curves that had all the right stuff in all the right places. Equally unsurprising was how easily my mind conjured up a vision of the neighbor's daughter's naked body. Using the lusty calculus of my mind, I drew upon the vast library of porn in my mind that allowed me to mix and match what I figured to be the images that fit her body. Of course, I also had plenty of discreet studies of her body over the past couple of years to help guide my calculations. But, what was utterly unexpected to me, what was absolutely naughty and perverted, was the ease with which my mind was able to merge the two of them together to bring me pleasure. As I finished mowing the yard and emptying the cut grass into the green waste container, my sunglasses allowed my eyes to linger on the neighbor's daughter, soothing my eyes over her ripe, 20-something, firm body. I admired how she stood on her toes to reach the roof of the car. How her sweet ass swayed back and forth as her arm wiped back and forth along the far-reaching points of the rooftop. Her shapely calves. Those curves, much like wifey, just younger and even more inviting. Just to the left and in the foreground was wifey, still on her hands and knees pawing in the dirt of the flowerbed, unwittingly inviting my eyes to admire the subtle (yet obvious to my eyes) curve of her pussy mound pushing between her legs as she tugged on a weed with stubborn roots. Moments later, I noticed the neighbor's son standing near his sister. He was 19 and perhaps even more pervy than I. He admired his sister up close and my wifey from afar. His thoughts were my thoughts. His cravings were my cravings. My mind took over. I envisioned him taking his sister by the hand, her nervous body splashed with soap and water. I followed in suit and approached wifey, giving her a helping hand to her feet. I peeled her gardening gloves from her hands. With my arm around her waist, we moved towards the neighbors. Nothing much was said. It was unnecessary. There was perfect symmetry in the thinking of my mind. The neighbor's son and daughter, my wifey, me; we all were in sync. As the two of them approached, my eyes better examined the sister's tee, wet enough to confirm she was braless. His eyes drank in the view of wifey, admiring how her married breasts filled her tee. I smiled as they approached, hand in hand, little brother guiding big sister; my arm wrapped around wifey, guiding her toward a forbidden fantasy. Then, as if following a prisoner exchange protocol, we exchanged partners. He took wifey's hand as I took hold of his sister's hand. He greeted wifey with a kiss. My lips touched his sister's lips. Within moments, the four of us paired off and standing in the secluded partition connecting our two properties, his tongue began to probe wifey's mouth as his hands slithered up under her tee. My mouth opened and swirled his sister's tongue as my hands groped her bare breasts jiggling under her wet top. The irony was not lost on me. It was wifey's own reluctance to allow me to fuck her more often that landed her in the arms of this sex-starved neighbor boy. I felt a rush of lust pulse through my body as I merged the image of him shoving her shorts and panties to her knees as I pushed his sister to her knees and fumbled to release my cock. A blur of images and forbidden desires flooded my mind quickly thereafter, leaving my wifey's married pussy filled with a load of cum and the neighbor girl wiping cum dripping from her chin. I heard wifey calling my name. I returned to her side. I politely waved to the neighbor's daughter. It was done... at least for the moment. Truth or Fantasy? Ch. 04 This is brief. This is food for thought, perhaps disturbing, to any wifey who reads this. Is it fantasy, or is it truth? Six long days. That's how long it had been since my sweet, beautiful, sexy wifey had felt like fucking. She was comfortable with once a week. Not me. Six long days, and about eight masturbation sessions. Porn and naughty chats filled my life, secretly without wifey knowing, in an attempt to fill the gap between the times I got to fill her pussy. It was the most satisfying way I could address my frustration without being unfaithful. Oddly enough, as pervy as I was in my chats, remaining faithful to her was important to me. Of course, I wasn't the only hubby with such frustrations. I knew that. In fact, some of my buddies had it even worse. I took what I could get and made do as best as I could. As I stood at our backyard b-b-q grill playing the role of good host, I admired my wifey as she flittered about like the social butterfly she was. Of the dozen or so friends present, there was not a guy who didn't secretly crave to see her naked or a wifey who didn't notice her hubby secretly craving to see my wifey naked. The view of her in her summer sundress was certainly delicious. The neckline seemed perfectly designed for her cleavage. The low cut collar gave way to a fit that drew snug against her 36c breasts. The light yellow fabric with pale pink flowers splattered randomly about hung on her body like an erotic dream. It made men hard. In fact, it probably made a few women wet as well. As I kept a close eye on the meat on the grill, I was equally aware of the pieces of meat taking private delight in my wifey. There was something both naughty and arousing about seeing my buddies struggling with their cocks in their shorts because of my wifey. As my cock stiffened, my naughty mind kept pace. My secret lusts struggled at the thought of wanting to fuck her so bad, right there, right then. I knew that my buddies would understand. They all shared my frustration to some extent. Hell, I might even inspire them to a quickie with their own wifey on the spot if I could pull it off discreetly. As the friendly social continued in our backyard, my mind took over. Or more accurately, my cock took over the thinking. As our friends milled about, enjoying the appetizers and polite conversation on the patio poolside, I motioned for wifey to come to me. I felt a surge of arousal as I watched all my buddies' eyes follow her as she walked towards me. She knew that look in my eye. She knew it all too well. The sun was behind her, streaking through the sheer fabric of her sundress so as to highlight the outline of her body partly veiled. The lines of her legs rising up to meet at her pussy were daring small rays of sunlight to dart in and out with each step she took. All eyes were on her. My buddies awkwardly squirmed to make room for their swelling cocks in their shorts. Each of their wifeys felt the need for discreet adjustments to address the moistness growing between their own legs. Wifey walked up to me, as the meat grilled on the fire, and leaned in to give me a long, passionate kiss. Her hand wandered down to my shorts and tugged the zipper down. As our friends maintained their composure, my mind continue to manipulate wifey to further depths of pleasure. I felt her hand tug my throbbing cock out as my own hands lifted her sundress up to her waist, confirming to all eyes watching that indeed she was not wearing panties. And right there, right then, I fucked her. I filled her. As I felt all eyes on her bare ass and our bodies merging, I smiled at the sweet realization that my buddies were about to enjoy the fruit of my perverted actions. I became aware of each and every wifey there, each pair of breasts, each curve, every married pussy on display. My mind was dazed. My cock was throbbing. My vision was clouded. My judgment impaired. As wifey called my name, I flinched. "Time to pull the meat off the grill sweetie," she cooed at me as I stood in the kitchen alone. "Our friends are ready to eat." She smiled. So did I. For different reasons no doubt. It had been six long days, and now . . .