Madison leaned on her pillow with a mischievous grin. She squeezed husband's cock, surprised to find it hard so soon after lovemaking. "So this talk of me with another man really does turn you on," she said. She rolled over to fish another condom out of the bedside drawer. When she found one, she lay on her back, parted her legs, and smiled at Ryan as he climbed between them. Ryan took the condom, unwrapped it, and rolled it onto his penis.
"Yes," he answered. "It does." The condom in place, he thrust himself into her, and began pumping. "I don't know if it's something I really want to happen. But I do think about it all the time. I even masturbate to it." Madison wrapped her arms around his neck and coaxed him down to lay on top of her. Ryan cooperated, and the couple lay face to face as they made love. "I just don't know how I'd react emotionally."
"You know you're all the man I need, right?"
"Of course. It's just a fantasy. I don't understand it."
"Mmmm," sighed Madison. "I enjoy making love to you," she said with a kiss.
"I know you do. It's just fun to think about."
"It does sound fun." Then, giggling impishly, "Like what if he's got a better body than you? Or a bigger dick? Fun is right!"
"You better stop if you don't want me to cum right now," Ryan said sheepishly.
Madison widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Maybe he'll be better in bed. Or give me multiple orgasms. Would that do it for you?"
Ryan increased his thrusts, and tightened his fingers around her arms as he usually did before he came.
"What if he fucks my brains out all night long, and ruins you for me, so I never want you again? Is that what you want?"
"Oh God," bellowed Ryan, ramming himself into her one last time, holding there for a few moments before he collapsed on top of her. "Oh God, I love you so much." They lay panting for a few minutes before Ryan carefully gripped the condom by its base, pulled himself out of her, and rolled over. He lay on his side and passionately kissed his wife as he took it off. Madison moaned a little. She was happy her husband had enjoyed himself so much, even if she was a little disappointed that their second session that night went by so quick. His pleasure was the main reason she made love, she thought to herself.
She cuddled up to him.
"So what if it actually happened?" She asked.
"Mmm? You mean…?" he started sleepily.
"I mean me with another man. How would you react?"
"It's just a fantasy," he said, the words almost swallowed by a yawn.
"Of course."
In a few minutes, Ryan started snoring. When she was sure he was sound asleep, she reached between her thighs and quietly diddled herself to orgasm.
***
Dean owned the contracting company that was renovating Madison and Ryan's home. Just 35, he was confident, with boyish good looks, and a body like Adonis. To keep cool in the summer heat, he wore cutoff shorts and rugged boots while he worked. No shirt. His tan torso glistened with sweat. He was dedicated, too. Often, while his crewmen took their long breaks, Dean would work by himself on this or that project to speed up the day's progress.
Madison wanted him. She wasn't just attracted to him. She didn't just have a crush on him. "Lust" was too soft a word for what burned in her. She needed Dean in a way she didn't remember needing any man before. She was committed to doing everything in her power to have him.
At first, she had resisted the impulse. She loved her husband. She couldn't see herself as an adulteress. But as the days of the contractors' work stretched into weeks, Madison's resolve wore down. Every time she passed through his work area, ribald thoughts would distract her from home office matters for hours. One day, he finally picked up on her signals, and they had begun flirting shamelessly.
She had been subtly trying to get Ryan's permission. She thought Ryan might even enjoy it. But she couldn't press the issue without giving herself away. Not worth it. Madison decided it was easier to get forgiveness than permission.
Dean and Madison's flirtations continued. He started calling her "Maddie," a nick she hadn't used since high school. She liked it when he called her that. She liked almost anything Dean did. But much as they flirted, Dean never made a move. Madison knew if she wanted anything to happen, she would have to take action herself. But what if I've misread him? What if he's not interested at all? Other scary thoughts crept into her head. What if he tells Ryan? Madison pondered the possibility of losing the comfortable life her husband's income bought her.
But one Thursday morning, Madison caught sight of Dean's six pack abs, and the matter was decided. Since the contracting work would be done soon, she knew it was now or never. Her body went on a mission. Consequences no longer mattered.
Madison set aside her work, went to the bedroom, and changed into a pair of kaki shorts and a tank-top which showed off her light shoulders. Now she just needed an excuse to spend some time with Dean to make her intent known.
Around 11:30, she went to the kitchen and made a large pitcher of fresh lemonade. She brought it to the work area, serving it to the workers, taking special care to sit next to Dean, touching her legs to his. She made small talk, and laughed a little too hard at Dean's jokes. Soon, all the workers wandered off for lunch.
"Yes," he answered. "It does." The condom in place, he thrust himself into her, and began pumping. "I don't know if it's something I really want to happen. But I do think about it all the time. I even masturbate to it." Madison wrapped her arms around his neck and coaxed him down to lay on top of her. Ryan cooperated, and the couple lay face to face as they made love. "I just don't know how I'd react emotionally."
"You know you're all the man I need, right?"
"Of course. It's just a fantasy. I don't understand it."
"Mmmm," sighed Madison. "I enjoy making love to you," she said with a kiss.
"I know you do. It's just fun to think about."
"It does sound fun." Then, giggling impishly, "Like what if he's got a better body than you? Or a bigger dick? Fun is right!"
"You better stop if you don't want me to cum right now," Ryan said sheepishly.
Madison widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Maybe he'll be better in bed. Or give me multiple orgasms. Would that do it for you?"
Ryan increased his thrusts, and tightened his fingers around her arms as he usually did before he came.
"What if he fucks my brains out all night long, and ruins you for me, so I never want you again? Is that what you want?"
"Oh God," bellowed Ryan, ramming himself into her one last time, holding there for a few moments before he collapsed on top of her. "Oh God, I love you so much." They lay panting for a few minutes before Ryan carefully gripped the condom by its base, pulled himself out of her, and rolled over. He lay on his side and passionately kissed his wife as he took it off. Madison moaned a little. She was happy her husband had enjoyed himself so much, even if she was a little disappointed that their second session that night went by so quick. His pleasure was the main reason she made love, she thought to herself.
She cuddled up to him.
"So what if it actually happened?" She asked.
"Mmm? You mean…?" he started sleepily.
"I mean me with another man. How would you react?"
"It's just a fantasy," he said, the words almost swallowed by a yawn.
"Of course."
In a few minutes, Ryan started snoring. When she was sure he was sound asleep, she reached between her thighs and quietly diddled herself to orgasm.
***
Dean owned the contracting company that was renovating Madison and Ryan's home. Just 35, he was confident, with boyish good looks, and a body like Adonis. To keep cool in the summer heat, he wore cutoff shorts and rugged boots while he worked. No shirt. His tan torso glistened with sweat. He was dedicated, too. Often, while his crewmen took their long breaks, Dean would work by himself on this or that project to speed up the day's progress.
Madison wanted him. She wasn't just attracted to him. She didn't just have a crush on him. "Lust" was too soft a word for what burned in her. She needed Dean in a way she didn't remember needing any man before. She was committed to doing everything in her power to have him.
At first, she had resisted the impulse. She loved her husband. She couldn't see herself as an adulteress. But as the days of the contractors' work stretched into weeks, Madison's resolve wore down. Every time she passed through his work area, ribald thoughts would distract her from home office matters for hours. One day, he finally picked up on her signals, and they had begun flirting shamelessly.
She had been subtly trying to get Ryan's permission. She thought Ryan might even enjoy it. But she couldn't press the issue without giving herself away. Not worth it. Madison decided it was easier to get forgiveness than permission.
Dean and Madison's flirtations continued. He started calling her "Maddie," a nick she hadn't used since high school. She liked it when he called her that. She liked almost anything Dean did. But much as they flirted, Dean never made a move. Madison knew if she wanted anything to happen, she would have to take action herself. But what if I've misread him? What if he's not interested at all? Other scary thoughts crept into her head. What if he tells Ryan? Madison pondered the possibility of losing the comfortable life her husband's income bought her.
But one Thursday morning, Madison caught sight of Dean's six pack abs, and the matter was decided. Since the contracting work would be done soon, she knew it was now or never. Her body went on a mission. Consequences no longer mattered.
Madison set aside her work, went to the bedroom, and changed into a pair of kaki shorts and a tank-top which showed off her light shoulders. Now she just needed an excuse to spend some time with Dean to make her intent known.
Around 11:30, she went to the kitchen and made a large pitcher of fresh lemonade. She brought it to the work area, serving it to the workers, taking special care to sit next to Dean, touching her legs to his. She made small talk, and laughed a little too hard at Dean's jokes. Soon, all the workers wandered off for lunch.
