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25 Temmuz 2022, 01:42
Fantasy Fulfilled
A fantasy is made real for her. What about his?
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When you roll over in bed and hear 'No' often enough, no matter how subtly, you stop asking or you fight about it constantly. I love my wife more than anything on this earth and the last thing I want to do is fight with her. So, I stopped asking. The thing is, I know that she loves me the same as I do her. It's just that after ten years of marriage our sex life had hit an all-time low. You get to the point where you don't even talk about it. Then things can get really get bad. Both of you hold all this stuff in because you're scared about how the other will react.
My wife Morgan is what most people would refer to as reserved. There is an exception to that, but for the most part it is very true. She is afraid to let people know how she feels because she fears rejection. I have dealt with that the entire time we have been married. Sometimes it takes days, even weeks, of cajoling to get her to open up about what's bothering her. It is an unchangeable part of her personality. You marry for the good and the bad. Her reticence at saying what is on her mind is pretty much square in the bad column.
Not that I am a saint or even claim to be. I am a typically clueless male. I can't read women worth a shit, and I am notorious for tripping over my tongue. For some reason though, and I think it is true love, I can read Morgan. I know as soon as I see her face that something is on her mind. I just have to figure out a way to get it out of her. I'm the extrovert. She is no doubt, the introvert.
The lone exception to her introvert-ness and the one I must be on my toes for, is when she parties. Alcohol will loosen her up to a scary degree. Add a little pot to the mix and she needs a chaperone. That's a role I gladly fill because I know that these occasional parties allow her to vent and not totally close herself off. Plus, when we get home, I know the sex is going to be off the charts.
I must be on my toes though. I keep my drinking to the minimum because I am there to watch out for her as she releases a shitload of tension. I don't mind because I still manage to have some fun when not watching over her. She believes anything someone tells her when she's got a buzz on. She is very susceptible to the cocks looking for a home and their suave lines designed to seduce. Not that she means to do anything wrong. It is more like she doesn't get what they are doing until after I come in and rescue her. Guys get themselves all worked up thinking they've got this hot chick in the bag, only to have her husband whisk her away. They end up calling her a cock tease while she looks at them very puzzled. She had thought they were friends.
There have been a few though that nearly talked her into something that I knew she would regret. More than once I stopped some douche from walking my wife out the door and into the biggest mistake of her life. Rarely does she remember with any clarity the night before. In a way that is sad. If she could just remember the side of her that came out when she let go, then just maybe she would open herself up more when she was sober.
Which is what I said to her Sunday afternoon when she had recovered enough to feel like a normal human being. The night before tall, dark, and handsome had convinced her that going outside for a while so they could 'Talk' was a good idea. I caught up just as he was walking her around the building to his car. She had no clue what his intentions were but was drunkenly innocent enough to follow along. He didn't want to take 'No' for an answer. He was quite adamant about it and tried to force my wife into his car. Things got physical and his clubbing outfit got torn up a bit. I assumed he would drive himself home after he woke up.
How do I know what she was thinking during these moments? Easy, when she was like that it was like a truth serum for her. She couldn't lie or obfuscate; she would just spill her guts. Sometimes a little more than I really wanted to hear. She was almost always lovey-dovey as hell on the way home until she moved into horny mode. Then, things got interesting. I would often have to push her away with one hand while driving with the other until we were in a less conspicuous place before turning her loose. Playing with her pussy, sucking my cock, taking her clothes off, and trying to take mine off all took place on those rides home. Once I got her into the house it was on. We did crazy erotic shit to each other on those nights. That is one thing she always remembered in the morning. Weird as hell.
On this day, on this afternoon, she finally began to talk. No one was more surprised than me. I did my usual "What do you remember about last night". And I thought I would get my usual "Nothing". It was way more than nothing. She sat at the kitchen table with me and struggled to meet my eyes, "I remember how it felt when a handsome man held me close and wanted me. How kaçak iddaa (http://www.hemeteam.com/) he listened to me talk and accepted me. I remember how he complimented me. It made me feel sexy and wanted. You have stopped doing that and I have too. And I hate it. I just hate it. I want you and me to be in love together again, not just married.
"I also remember that he tried to force me into his car, and you saved me. That moment made me realize that you are always there for me and that you love me. Then I think I am a horrible person and wife for not wanting to be intimate. I love you more than anything, but I need some romance from you. Something that tells me you still think I am desirable. I need you to feel passionate about me."
It took me a while due to my cluelessness. We needed some counseling sessions, but I finally got it. When we were early in love each move of our passion play was so important. From the 'Can I kiss her yet?' to the 'Ooh she likes that spot', each was a moment of discovery. Once I learned what excited her and we had been married for a long time, I turned it into a mechanical activity. Touch this spot first, then move on to the next, until insert cock. I had become utterly complacent about my wife's needs.
I returned to those early days of seduction. Only this time I did know the spots and that made the seduction much more fun. Our sex life didn't go back to normal. It went way beyond normal, and it was amazing. Then we started sharing fantasies, and ooh boy did that take things up a notch.
Before counseling she had never shared a fantasy with me. She kept them locked up inside under strict security. Hers started out as rather mundane stuff about us in strange places or circumstances. I guess she figured that since she got a good reception on those, it might be alright to share a few others.
There are two that she shared that I could tell were the most erotic for her. The first was the forbidden stranger that pushes her up against a wall and fucks the shit out of her. Kind of a Conan The Barbarian sort of guy. Nice fantasy, not so much in real life. That shit is called rape, and nobody is raping my wife. What I did do was at random intervals I would grab her ass, put her up against the wall, and fuck the hell out of her. She fucking loves it! Of course, I have to be really accurate in my timing. That shit doesn't work when she's cramping.
The second, and to my mind most significant, is she would like to have a threesome with two men. Neither of these men is me. I know because I asked. She didn't say anything more about it. I think she wanted to give me time to process it. That one bothered me a lot. How can I give her this fantasy without her fucking two other men? The whole idea threatened the hell out of me.
I kind of put it off because I knew my fantasy would never happen anyway. I wanted a threesome with two women, one of which would be Morgan. I envisioned Morgan and her friend pleasuring each other as well as me. That wasn't ever going to happen. Morgan didn't have the personality to plan it and make it happen. It just wasn't her and I almost regretted telling her about it in the first place.
I want to be clear about something. Morgan may be introverted in ways, but when she lets her passion loose it is a wonder to behold. I'd nearly forgotten how passionate she could be until things started getting better. She commits herself fully to sex and her shyness disappears. She truly loves to fuck when you get her started and she is up for almost anything.
I finally got up the nerve to ask her why I wasn't included in her threesome (like I wanted another guy to fuck her!). She told me it was the forbidden fruit aspect of it. Knowing she shouldn't be letting them fuck her was a big part of the turn on for her. If the guys were hot, she didn't really care who they were.
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Spring came and along with it some new neighbors. Our next-door neighbor had been an elderly lady. She passed away last fall and the family had finally gotten around to selling the place. It was a beautiful spring day when the moving van pulled up, followed by a late model SUV. Morgan was running errands and I decided rather than stand and stare like an idiot I would go inside. I thought I would give them half an hour to get organized before offering to help.
Exactly one-half hour later I exited the house and walked over. The movers had the doors wide open so there wasn't a whole lot of sense in knocking. I looked inside and spotted a guy that didn't look like a mover, "Hello new neighbor." Dumbass thing to say, but it was spur of the moment. It worked though. He turned around and waved me in. I walked over near where he was standing, well out of the way of the movers. I reached out to shake, "Tom Hackett nice to meet you."
He shook my hand, "Allen Jackson. Nice to meet you too. My wife and my brother are around here somewhere."
I shook my head, "Maybe later. I'm sure you are too busy to visit kaçak bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) right now. I would like to offer my services as a human fork truck if you think you could use me."
He didn't hesitate with his response, "Man, that would be awesome. I need to direct the movers and we have all these boxes to put in the right rooms. They're all color coded if you don't mind helping."
I told him I would be glad to and started picking and carrying. The first ones went to an empty room, kind of looked like a den. I didn't see anybody else outside of the movers until I started delivering another color. I walked in the room and she was standing near the window. The sunlight caught her perfectly and I stood stunned. She was maybe 5'5 and just perfectly proportioned. Her breasts were phenomenal and that face. Oh my god, that face, surrounded by short blonde hair. She was probably in her mid-twenties. I wanted so much to see her without those clothes on. I felt a sudden shock in my groin and I knew instantly that I wanted her. In the next instant I kicked myself in the ass 'you are never going to have that because you will never cheat on your wife.' Having spoken sternly to myself I managed to move the box into the room.
She looked at me and this radiant smile lit her face, "Hi! Who are you?"
I smiled back just as hard. Hey, there's no harm in being friendly, "Hi, I'm Tom Hackett, your next-door neighbor right over there. Just trying to help out a little. That is if you don't mind."
That radiant smile was still there, "I'm Stacy and happy for the help!"
A few boxes later I went into a much less interesting room where I met Andrew, Allen's younger brother. It was easy to see that they were brothers. Both had that lanky look going and I'm sure the girls loved them both. I doubted he had trouble getting dates. He seemed to feel that he had a little more time to talk. He told me he was living with his brother during his summer break from college. He didn't have a whole lot of boxes to unpack so I understood his lack of urgency.
An hour later all the boxes had been distributed and the family was left to unpack them. Before I left, I invited them over to our house for a cookout. Since it was only ten in the morning, I told them we'd have hot dogs for lunch and steaks for dinner. I figured that they would be hungry, weren't interested in cooking, and were too tired to go out. It didn't take much in the way of arm twisting to get them to say yes.
I called Morgan and updated her. We figured out what we needed and split it up between us. By the time lunch rolled around the grill was smoking and a variety of cold beverages awaited my new neighbors. Morgan looked her usual amazing self in a short sleeve v-cut shirt and almost short shorts. Her long brunette hair hung well past her shoulders framing those pert c cups. Those slender, but muscular legs going up all the way to her cute little ass. Damn, I wanted to do her right then and there. I had to remind myself about the whole timing thing.
Something odd happened when the Jacksons walked across the lawn toward us. I was almost distracted by Stacy, but something caught the corner of my eye. It was Morgan standing frozen with a strange look on her face. Her eyes, her entire focus, were on Allen and Andrew. OK, I know, two and two make four. Yes, I got it immediately. Her fantasy had shot to the front of her brain as soon as she saw them. Welcome to my world honey. I can't have it and you can't have it. Think about something else. Yeh, right.
Everything was fine until July 4th. Well, that's not true. The 4th was just the culmination of a shit ton of temptation. The Jacksons and us spent a lot of time together. During that time Morgan slowly gravitated toward Allen and Andrew while Stacy seemed to like my company. Oh sure, the evening would start out with all five of us interacting, but as the evening wore on, they would form their own little conversation. Stacy and I would have ours. I should have seen it more clearly, but I was so focused on Stacy that I ignored the obvious. My own temptation blinded me.
We would have a few beers, or a few glasses of wine during our get togethers. No one ever got more than a mild buzz. I didn't even broach the subject of smoking pot. That is probably why it took so long for things to develop. Maybe, hell I don't know, maybe it was just something that was going to happen.
It was up to me to get my head around it. Each get together Morgan got closer and more attracted to Allen and Andrew. Oh, she tried to hide it I think even from herself, but she is an open book to me. One evening after some pretty wild sex I asked her, "So, you want Allen and Andrew to be the guys in your threesome?"
She started against me and she immediately knew she was busted, "It's just a fantasy. Is it so bad to put faces on the people in it? I bet you fantasize about Stacy. I see the way you look at her and I see the way she looks at you."
I illegal bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) looked into her eyes, "Tell me that a fantasy is all it will ever be."
Morgan met my look, "I can't. I mean I don't know. I don't ever want to hurt you and I don't want to destroy our marriage. I would like to have my fantasy and have you too."
Well shit! It became obvious to me in that minute that unless we moved houses tonight to a foreign county there was a good chance my wife would be screwing my neighbors. I had to ask myself if I was willing to give up all control of that. If it was bound to happen, could I limit it to a onetime thing and be able trust her when it was over. Selfishly, if she can have hers, can I have mine? Will it all be the end of Morgan and me? It certainly will if I make it a battle that forces the issue.
At the end of the day, it is her decision. I must decide how I am going to feel about it. So, I told her the truth, "You are right. I find Stacy very attractive and if both of us weren't married I would have a go at her. The thing is, we are married and while I have this wild fantasy of you, her, and me in bed I know it can't happen because we are married. All that I am asking is that you don't go off on your own and do something that we both will regret. If there comes a time that you cannot hold yourself back, then you come to me first.
I don't think I would have been nearly as accepting if it weren't for my own barely held back need for Stacy. I understood Morgan's temptation very well. Just as I knew that if Stacy made a move, I wouldn't stop her. I would move right with her. Am I no less guilty than my wife?
Don't think for a second that Allen and Andrew made it easy for her. They were constantly hovering around her. The casual touches became more frequent and more intimate. They were working on her hard. One evening while they were fawning over Morgan I turned to Stacy, "What do you think your husband is doing right now?"
Her face was fixed, "He and his brother are trying to seduce your wife."
I nodded, "Kind of what I thought too. So, what do you think about that?"
She sat silently for a good while before answering, "I am struggling with it. It seems so pre-ordained or something. Like they have lost any control they might have had and are focused on the one path they see. I don't know if I can forgive him if he does this. I wonder if I should just let him do it and maybe it will be out of his system. Then I think about Morgan. She seems lost in all this."
I held up my hand, "Morgan's biggest fantasy is to be with two men and I'm not one of them. She's just as drawn to Allen and Andrew as they are to her."
I looked deep into her eyes, "I have to tell you that I have often thought that if I let Morgan fulfill her fantasy, then maybe I could fulfill one of mine. One that came to me in early spring and is constantly on my mind."
She knew immediately what I meant and she smiled, "I often have similar thoughts myself."
A thrill shot through me. She actually wants me too. Yes? YES!
Then she pulled the rug right out from under me, "It's too bad that Allen is so jealous. He swore that he would make me regret it if I was ever with another man."
I sat in stunned silence for a moment, "Wait a minute. He has no problem with seducing my wife, but if you do anything it's wrong? In what world does that make sense?"
Stacy just shrugged her shoulders. Then I felt her hand take mine and squeeze. I felt like a schoolboy with his first girlfriend I was so excited. The softness of her hand and the pleasant warmth made her hand my sole focus for a few short minutes. That was the limit to our intimacy. It was all we could allow ourselves.
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With July 4th rapidly approaching Allen thought it would be a great idea to have a party with just the five of us. I immediately smelled a rat, but Morgan was excited about it. When we found time to talk about it, Morgan assumed that of course we would go. I wasn't so sure and I sat her down at the kitchen table, "Babe, we need to talk about this party. I am convinced that Allen and Andrew are planning something and that something is fucking you. Do you want to go because we are all friends, or do you want to go because you know what he is planning to do to you?"
Again, she had a hard time looking at me, "A little of both I guess."
I should have been deeply hurt, but by this point I was just disappointed, "So, you are willing to put all that we have together at risk just to fulfill a fantasy?"
She looked up, "I don't want it to be that way. I love you more than you will ever know, but I can't seem to let this go. I try not to think about it. I fight my feelings every minute of every day and I'm still obsessed with it. I have never talked to Allen and Andy about it. It's still our secret."
I had to chuckle, "You don't have to tell them about it. Surely you have picked up on their increasing flirtations, their constant touching, their whispered suggestions?"
She nodded, "Yes, they make me feel desired and it thrills me."
I lifted her chin with my finger, "Do I not make you feel desired?"
A fantasy is made real for her. What about his?
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When you roll over in bed and hear 'No' often enough, no matter how subtly, you stop asking or you fight about it constantly. I love my wife more than anything on this earth and the last thing I want to do is fight with her. So, I stopped asking. The thing is, I know that she loves me the same as I do her. It's just that after ten years of marriage our sex life had hit an all-time low. You get to the point where you don't even talk about it. Then things can get really get bad. Both of you hold all this stuff in because you're scared about how the other will react.
My wife Morgan is what most people would refer to as reserved. There is an exception to that, but for the most part it is very true. She is afraid to let people know how she feels because she fears rejection. I have dealt with that the entire time we have been married. Sometimes it takes days, even weeks, of cajoling to get her to open up about what's bothering her. It is an unchangeable part of her personality. You marry for the good and the bad. Her reticence at saying what is on her mind is pretty much square in the bad column.
Not that I am a saint or even claim to be. I am a typically clueless male. I can't read women worth a shit, and I am notorious for tripping over my tongue. For some reason though, and I think it is true love, I can read Morgan. I know as soon as I see her face that something is on her mind. I just have to figure out a way to get it out of her. I'm the extrovert. She is no doubt, the introvert.
The lone exception to her introvert-ness and the one I must be on my toes for, is when she parties. Alcohol will loosen her up to a scary degree. Add a little pot to the mix and she needs a chaperone. That's a role I gladly fill because I know that these occasional parties allow her to vent and not totally close herself off. Plus, when we get home, I know the sex is going to be off the charts.
I must be on my toes though. I keep my drinking to the minimum because I am there to watch out for her as she releases a shitload of tension. I don't mind because I still manage to have some fun when not watching over her. She believes anything someone tells her when she's got a buzz on. She is very susceptible to the cocks looking for a home and their suave lines designed to seduce. Not that she means to do anything wrong. It is more like she doesn't get what they are doing until after I come in and rescue her. Guys get themselves all worked up thinking they've got this hot chick in the bag, only to have her husband whisk her away. They end up calling her a cock tease while she looks at them very puzzled. She had thought they were friends.
There have been a few though that nearly talked her into something that I knew she would regret. More than once I stopped some douche from walking my wife out the door and into the biggest mistake of her life. Rarely does she remember with any clarity the night before. In a way that is sad. If she could just remember the side of her that came out when she let go, then just maybe she would open herself up more when she was sober.
Which is what I said to her Sunday afternoon when she had recovered enough to feel like a normal human being. The night before tall, dark, and handsome had convinced her that going outside for a while so they could 'Talk' was a good idea. I caught up just as he was walking her around the building to his car. She had no clue what his intentions were but was drunkenly innocent enough to follow along. He didn't want to take 'No' for an answer. He was quite adamant about it and tried to force my wife into his car. Things got physical and his clubbing outfit got torn up a bit. I assumed he would drive himself home after he woke up.
How do I know what she was thinking during these moments? Easy, when she was like that it was like a truth serum for her. She couldn't lie or obfuscate; she would just spill her guts. Sometimes a little more than I really wanted to hear. She was almost always lovey-dovey as hell on the way home until she moved into horny mode. Then, things got interesting. I would often have to push her away with one hand while driving with the other until we were in a less conspicuous place before turning her loose. Playing with her pussy, sucking my cock, taking her clothes off, and trying to take mine off all took place on those rides home. Once I got her into the house it was on. We did crazy erotic shit to each other on those nights. That is one thing she always remembered in the morning. Weird as hell.
On this day, on this afternoon, she finally began to talk. No one was more surprised than me. I did my usual "What do you remember about last night". And I thought I would get my usual "Nothing". It was way more than nothing. She sat at the kitchen table with me and struggled to meet my eyes, "I remember how it felt when a handsome man held me close and wanted me. How kaçak iddaa (http://www.hemeteam.com/) he listened to me talk and accepted me. I remember how he complimented me. It made me feel sexy and wanted. You have stopped doing that and I have too. And I hate it. I just hate it. I want you and me to be in love together again, not just married.
"I also remember that he tried to force me into his car, and you saved me. That moment made me realize that you are always there for me and that you love me. Then I think I am a horrible person and wife for not wanting to be intimate. I love you more than anything, but I need some romance from you. Something that tells me you still think I am desirable. I need you to feel passionate about me."
It took me a while due to my cluelessness. We needed some counseling sessions, but I finally got it. When we were early in love each move of our passion play was so important. From the 'Can I kiss her yet?' to the 'Ooh she likes that spot', each was a moment of discovery. Once I learned what excited her and we had been married for a long time, I turned it into a mechanical activity. Touch this spot first, then move on to the next, until insert cock. I had become utterly complacent about my wife's needs.
I returned to those early days of seduction. Only this time I did know the spots and that made the seduction much more fun. Our sex life didn't go back to normal. It went way beyond normal, and it was amazing. Then we started sharing fantasies, and ooh boy did that take things up a notch.
Before counseling she had never shared a fantasy with me. She kept them locked up inside under strict security. Hers started out as rather mundane stuff about us in strange places or circumstances. I guess she figured that since she got a good reception on those, it might be alright to share a few others.
There are two that she shared that I could tell were the most erotic for her. The first was the forbidden stranger that pushes her up against a wall and fucks the shit out of her. Kind of a Conan The Barbarian sort of guy. Nice fantasy, not so much in real life. That shit is called rape, and nobody is raping my wife. What I did do was at random intervals I would grab her ass, put her up against the wall, and fuck the hell out of her. She fucking loves it! Of course, I have to be really accurate in my timing. That shit doesn't work when she's cramping.
The second, and to my mind most significant, is she would like to have a threesome with two men. Neither of these men is me. I know because I asked. She didn't say anything more about it. I think she wanted to give me time to process it. That one bothered me a lot. How can I give her this fantasy without her fucking two other men? The whole idea threatened the hell out of me.
I kind of put it off because I knew my fantasy would never happen anyway. I wanted a threesome with two women, one of which would be Morgan. I envisioned Morgan and her friend pleasuring each other as well as me. That wasn't ever going to happen. Morgan didn't have the personality to plan it and make it happen. It just wasn't her and I almost regretted telling her about it in the first place.
I want to be clear about something. Morgan may be introverted in ways, but when she lets her passion loose it is a wonder to behold. I'd nearly forgotten how passionate she could be until things started getting better. She commits herself fully to sex and her shyness disappears. She truly loves to fuck when you get her started and she is up for almost anything.
I finally got up the nerve to ask her why I wasn't included in her threesome (like I wanted another guy to fuck her!). She told me it was the forbidden fruit aspect of it. Knowing she shouldn't be letting them fuck her was a big part of the turn on for her. If the guys were hot, she didn't really care who they were.
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Spring came and along with it some new neighbors. Our next-door neighbor had been an elderly lady. She passed away last fall and the family had finally gotten around to selling the place. It was a beautiful spring day when the moving van pulled up, followed by a late model SUV. Morgan was running errands and I decided rather than stand and stare like an idiot I would go inside. I thought I would give them half an hour to get organized before offering to help.
Exactly one-half hour later I exited the house and walked over. The movers had the doors wide open so there wasn't a whole lot of sense in knocking. I looked inside and spotted a guy that didn't look like a mover, "Hello new neighbor." Dumbass thing to say, but it was spur of the moment. It worked though. He turned around and waved me in. I walked over near where he was standing, well out of the way of the movers. I reached out to shake, "Tom Hackett nice to meet you."
He shook my hand, "Allen Jackson. Nice to meet you too. My wife and my brother are around here somewhere."
I shook my head, "Maybe later. I'm sure you are too busy to visit kaçak bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) right now. I would like to offer my services as a human fork truck if you think you could use me."
He didn't hesitate with his response, "Man, that would be awesome. I need to direct the movers and we have all these boxes to put in the right rooms. They're all color coded if you don't mind helping."
I told him I would be glad to and started picking and carrying. The first ones went to an empty room, kind of looked like a den. I didn't see anybody else outside of the movers until I started delivering another color. I walked in the room and she was standing near the window. The sunlight caught her perfectly and I stood stunned. She was maybe 5'5 and just perfectly proportioned. Her breasts were phenomenal and that face. Oh my god, that face, surrounded by short blonde hair. She was probably in her mid-twenties. I wanted so much to see her without those clothes on. I felt a sudden shock in my groin and I knew instantly that I wanted her. In the next instant I kicked myself in the ass 'you are never going to have that because you will never cheat on your wife.' Having spoken sternly to myself I managed to move the box into the room.
She looked at me and this radiant smile lit her face, "Hi! Who are you?"
I smiled back just as hard. Hey, there's no harm in being friendly, "Hi, I'm Tom Hackett, your next-door neighbor right over there. Just trying to help out a little. That is if you don't mind."
That radiant smile was still there, "I'm Stacy and happy for the help!"
A few boxes later I went into a much less interesting room where I met Andrew, Allen's younger brother. It was easy to see that they were brothers. Both had that lanky look going and I'm sure the girls loved them both. I doubted he had trouble getting dates. He seemed to feel that he had a little more time to talk. He told me he was living with his brother during his summer break from college. He didn't have a whole lot of boxes to unpack so I understood his lack of urgency.
An hour later all the boxes had been distributed and the family was left to unpack them. Before I left, I invited them over to our house for a cookout. Since it was only ten in the morning, I told them we'd have hot dogs for lunch and steaks for dinner. I figured that they would be hungry, weren't interested in cooking, and were too tired to go out. It didn't take much in the way of arm twisting to get them to say yes.
I called Morgan and updated her. We figured out what we needed and split it up between us. By the time lunch rolled around the grill was smoking and a variety of cold beverages awaited my new neighbors. Morgan looked her usual amazing self in a short sleeve v-cut shirt and almost short shorts. Her long brunette hair hung well past her shoulders framing those pert c cups. Those slender, but muscular legs going up all the way to her cute little ass. Damn, I wanted to do her right then and there. I had to remind myself about the whole timing thing.
Something odd happened when the Jacksons walked across the lawn toward us. I was almost distracted by Stacy, but something caught the corner of my eye. It was Morgan standing frozen with a strange look on her face. Her eyes, her entire focus, were on Allen and Andrew. OK, I know, two and two make four. Yes, I got it immediately. Her fantasy had shot to the front of her brain as soon as she saw them. Welcome to my world honey. I can't have it and you can't have it. Think about something else. Yeh, right.
Everything was fine until July 4th. Well, that's not true. The 4th was just the culmination of a shit ton of temptation. The Jacksons and us spent a lot of time together. During that time Morgan slowly gravitated toward Allen and Andrew while Stacy seemed to like my company. Oh sure, the evening would start out with all five of us interacting, but as the evening wore on, they would form their own little conversation. Stacy and I would have ours. I should have seen it more clearly, but I was so focused on Stacy that I ignored the obvious. My own temptation blinded me.
We would have a few beers, or a few glasses of wine during our get togethers. No one ever got more than a mild buzz. I didn't even broach the subject of smoking pot. That is probably why it took so long for things to develop. Maybe, hell I don't know, maybe it was just something that was going to happen.
It was up to me to get my head around it. Each get together Morgan got closer and more attracted to Allen and Andrew. Oh, she tried to hide it I think even from herself, but she is an open book to me. One evening after some pretty wild sex I asked her, "So, you want Allen and Andrew to be the guys in your threesome?"
She started against me and she immediately knew she was busted, "It's just a fantasy. Is it so bad to put faces on the people in it? I bet you fantasize about Stacy. I see the way you look at her and I see the way she looks at you."
I illegal bahis (http://www.hemeteam.com/) looked into her eyes, "Tell me that a fantasy is all it will ever be."
Morgan met my look, "I can't. I mean I don't know. I don't ever want to hurt you and I don't want to destroy our marriage. I would like to have my fantasy and have you too."
Well shit! It became obvious to me in that minute that unless we moved houses tonight to a foreign county there was a good chance my wife would be screwing my neighbors. I had to ask myself if I was willing to give up all control of that. If it was bound to happen, could I limit it to a onetime thing and be able trust her when it was over. Selfishly, if she can have hers, can I have mine? Will it all be the end of Morgan and me? It certainly will if I make it a battle that forces the issue.
At the end of the day, it is her decision. I must decide how I am going to feel about it. So, I told her the truth, "You are right. I find Stacy very attractive and if both of us weren't married I would have a go at her. The thing is, we are married and while I have this wild fantasy of you, her, and me in bed I know it can't happen because we are married. All that I am asking is that you don't go off on your own and do something that we both will regret. If there comes a time that you cannot hold yourself back, then you come to me first.
I don't think I would have been nearly as accepting if it weren't for my own barely held back need for Stacy. I understood Morgan's temptation very well. Just as I knew that if Stacy made a move, I wouldn't stop her. I would move right with her. Am I no less guilty than my wife?
Don't think for a second that Allen and Andrew made it easy for her. They were constantly hovering around her. The casual touches became more frequent and more intimate. They were working on her hard. One evening while they were fawning over Morgan I turned to Stacy, "What do you think your husband is doing right now?"
Her face was fixed, "He and his brother are trying to seduce your wife."
I nodded, "Kind of what I thought too. So, what do you think about that?"
She sat silently for a good while before answering, "I am struggling with it. It seems so pre-ordained or something. Like they have lost any control they might have had and are focused on the one path they see. I don't know if I can forgive him if he does this. I wonder if I should just let him do it and maybe it will be out of his system. Then I think about Morgan. She seems lost in all this."
I held up my hand, "Morgan's biggest fantasy is to be with two men and I'm not one of them. She's just as drawn to Allen and Andrew as they are to her."
I looked deep into her eyes, "I have to tell you that I have often thought that if I let Morgan fulfill her fantasy, then maybe I could fulfill one of mine. One that came to me in early spring and is constantly on my mind."
She knew immediately what I meant and she smiled, "I often have similar thoughts myself."
A thrill shot through me. She actually wants me too. Yes? YES!
Then she pulled the rug right out from under me, "It's too bad that Allen is so jealous. He swore that he would make me regret it if I was ever with another man."
I sat in stunned silence for a moment, "Wait a minute. He has no problem with seducing my wife, but if you do anything it's wrong? In what world does that make sense?"
Stacy just shrugged her shoulders. Then I felt her hand take mine and squeeze. I felt like a schoolboy with his first girlfriend I was so excited. The softness of her hand and the pleasant warmth made her hand my sole focus for a few short minutes. That was the limit to our intimacy. It was all we could allow ourselves.
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With July 4th rapidly approaching Allen thought it would be a great idea to have a party with just the five of us. I immediately smelled a rat, but Morgan was excited about it. When we found time to talk about it, Morgan assumed that of course we would go. I wasn't so sure and I sat her down at the kitchen table, "Babe, we need to talk about this party. I am convinced that Allen and Andrew are planning something and that something is fucking you. Do you want to go because we are all friends, or do you want to go because you know what he is planning to do to you?"
Again, she had a hard time looking at me, "A little of both I guess."
I should have been deeply hurt, but by this point I was just disappointed, "So, you are willing to put all that we have together at risk just to fulfill a fantasy?"
She looked up, "I don't want it to be that way. I love you more than you will ever know, but I can't seem to let this go. I try not to think about it. I fight my feelings every minute of every day and I'm still obsessed with it. I have never talked to Allen and Andy about it. It's still our secret."
I had to chuckle, "You don't have to tell them about it. Surely you have picked up on their increasing flirtations, their constant touching, their whispered suggestions?"
She nodded, "Yes, they make me feel desired and it thrills me."
I lifted her chin with my finger, "Do I not make you feel desired?"